Sometimes, I just write a thing here and there. This time, I will share one of those things - you are a Linoone, six years old, evolved all early with a very handsome uncut cock to match - even with a nice little mocha-colored arrow mark on the cream-tinted flesh! Your best friend, myself, am a Smeargle... with pretty, drippy tailpaint and matching your cream color so nicely. Even my cock matches yours in color, although... well. Of course I'm not as hung as you are, cheater pants...
Anyways, it's time to go home! I'm spending the night at your place, so... let's get on the bus and sit in the way back on the left! Yeah, that's the spot! You seem uncertain though... you should probably relax, hmm?
Once a Smeargle's hand is down in your pants, stroking a finger along the front of your underwear in the back of that crowded bus, you just freeze up and give me that same look you always do, claws tightening up nervously as I continue on. My fingers unbutton and unzip swiftly, and unlike the theatre, I pull your dick out into the open air with a firm squeeze. We share the same color scheme, so it's that same creamy color as my own, sans yours has a brown marking arrow on the top of your length from the base of your dick to the beginning of your glans. You almost whimper, gesturing just faintly with your hands in an attempt to get me to put your cock away and stop this, but something like that isn't going to stop my insatiable urge to pleasure you in public places.
And besides, once I give your uncut dick a couple of tugs, you're fully stiff in my hand. That's awfully quick... a little too quick. I lean over, whispering into your ear about how filthy you are for wanting me to pull your fat Linoone cock out in public and stroke it where other kids can see and all sorts of things. My tailbrush is dripping paint and my fingers are pinching your excess foreskin, pulling it as taut as it'll go before letting it snap back into place. Thankfully there's noone across us on this crowded bus, but there -is- a pair ahead and to the front left. Your eyes keep darting back and forth as you attempt to keep control, and I just smile and kiss your neck, lapping at the sensitive flesh beneath the fur there as I start to jack you off on the bus and send your tension to sky-high levels as fangs graze.
Pre gushes forth from your cockhead in excess excitement, managing to control your breathing but not the shallow rolls and thrusts of your hips, making my fingers sticky with your musky precum. And that much can't be hidden -too- well, as your sensitive nose picks it up, pink flushing outwards on your cheeks uncontrollably from the delightful scent of your own musk. I grasp your hand and rest a knee on the seat, continuing to stroke your six inches of Linoone prick while using my other hand to shuffle down my pants in back before grasping your rounded, well-groomed clawpaws and lifting them to my mouth, drawing my tongue over them in quite a naughty display right then and there... but as an Electabuzz looks over, I quickly stuff your whole paw in my mouth, growling playfully as I press your dick to the side firmly and hiding it, making it just seem silly.
But as he looks away, I withdraw your spitslick clawpaw from my mouth and slip it underneath my tail with a grin - you shake your head rapidly back and forth for a moment, but your cock throbs with need as I draw back that thick foreskin, making that soft pink, glistening cock gush out precum alllllllll over my fingers and your cock. Wrists twist, and I shudder as your slender claws slip into my backside, continuing to whisper filth into your ear about what a dirty Linoone you are, fingerfucking your best friend on a public bus while he strokes your hard, dripping cock... though my own is as well, gushing that clear pre into the cloth prison of my boxer briefs. My rear shifts around, stuffing more of both of those slender, blunt claws on your fingers into my backside as I pump your cock once again, paying special attention to the frenum and crown as I practically ride your fingers and flex to push my own dick against the fabric of my undies.
You're the first to blow - I can't blame you, but I can kiss you. I know you're such a squeaker of a Linoone, ever since you were a Zigzagoon, so a quick tilt of my head and my tongue makes sure that such a deep kiss certainly occurs. This however, makes the force of your orgasm even stronger as you practically melt into your seat amidst the dreamlike haze of what could be a perfect orgasm, cum trapped within your foreskin as I pink it tightly shut for a few seconds... before releasing to let it just all out as I huff and pant from the feeling of those blunt claws of your stuff to the hilt in my rear. Tongues swirl together, your own weakly, as I lead the kiss to an open, sloppy one that breaks together with the flow of hot white from the tip of your cock.
But I greatly desire an orgasm as well... even if you're just too shy... I continue to ride your clawpaw all the same, grinding my hips back and forth, seeking to nudge the blunt tips up against my prostate. My own cock jumps within my underwear, and I grin a dirty grin before pushing down hard, jabbing my prostate with immense pressure while taking my cum-covered hand and rubbing it into your sensitive nose, forcing you to breathe in the scent of your musky cum in such a degree while I writhe and blow a thick, hot load in my underwear, tailbrush drooling thick pink paint onto the floor of the bus as I climax off of your afterglow while fingers brush your lips... and I promptly snowball with your own cum, twirling tongues together once again and sharing the taste of your cum together within the embrace of tongues.
As I pull back, I huff and grin, kissing your cheek and quickly stuffing your cum-coated dick back in your unders and removing your clawpaw from my rear. "Next time, one of us is getting fucked, you filthy little Linoone..." I whisper, dazed in afterglow and meaning every word.
Perhaps it could be your father, wielding his short but FAT Furretdick... or my Father, a Smeargle with a veritable third leg of sorts... maybe even your big brother, even though he's still a Zigzagoon in High School and everything!
All I know is... you totally love it, you filthy boy!