See, I knew I was onto something.

Here’s a little bit of context for you. Before Mike and his trainer were an item, his trainer would hardly steal glances at Mike’s beans. If he did, it was never in an intimate context. To him, Mike was just a friend. A friend he’d lived with almost his whole life, but a friend. Then, there were almost nine months between when they became an item and when Mike evolved. During this time, if you think his trainer didn’t allow himself the opportunity to ogle Mike’s long, padded tootsies, you’re crazy.

Poor Mike. Indulging that fascination only led to plots like this. See, his trainer devised a plan to get Mike to stop reading and join him outside. Feigning interest in the book, his trainer sat beside him. When asked about what he was reading, Mike rattled off plot points and characters of interest in poke-speak. His trainer, from years of practice, understood and listened on - intrigued - and rested his hand on Mike’s back. When the noodle had concloodled—er, concluded – his trainer made to leave. Then, with no distance between them and a lowered guard, he instead sprung upon Mike’s vulnerable beans! Good thing the adults were at work or outside, so no one was around to hear peals of pleading quilava-laughter.

Desire as he might to writhe and squirm, he wants his upper body to be gentle with the book! He doesn’t want to lose his page, either – what a pain that would be. I guess he’ll just have to lie there and take it, won’t he? His trainer better not tickle him too much or he won’t have the energy to go outside, and that was the whole point when he walked in!

Emphasis on “was,” of course.

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Done by  ssorasora .