Nov 17 “Balls” 

#NoNutNarrator

With the way Afterglow’s been moving from place to place lately, others in the Lightkeeper Flock have been taking notice. His gait has notably changed, he looks almost as if he’s waddling. Combined with his Ampharos flippers, it almost makes him resemble a penguin.

The one who notices this today is his little Mew, Cameo. He spies Glow waddling through the pasture from a distance, and floats right over to Glow, stopping in front of him to greet him.

“Oh, hi sweetie,” Glow says, stopping in place.

The mute Mew has no way of speaking back, and instead takes to his psychic ability to communicate. In his mind’s eye, Glow sees a vision of his own nuts, and then a vision of a barbell dropping and hitting the ground.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, they are feeling heavy,” Glow admits, spreading his legs apart and having a peek beneath his sheath. “Tense, too. It’s brutal, but I don’t know how to…”

Glow trails off as Cameo leaves, swooping around behind him. Cameo sets a small paw on Glow’s thick tailbase, and Glow lifts it up in response, affording the Mew a view of his tailhole, his taint, and his hanging balls.

“Do you— OH!” Glow cuts off with a surprised moan the moment he feels soft lips wrap around his left nut. It’s enveloped in a warm, cozy environment. The ram’s body stiffens in shock, and the sudden arousal pushes his cocktip out of his sheath.

The upside-down Mew has wrapped his legs and tail around Glow’s tail, grabbed on to Glow’s thighs with both forepaws, and put the entirety of his mouth around Glow’s left nut. He wastes little time in starting to suck. Gentle sucks.

Glow’s exclamation of surprise caught the attention of nearby flock members, and now Mareep and Flaaffy eyes are on him. One set of Goodra eyes, too.

Gradually, Glow’s muscles untense. Cameo’s sucks start to soothe his tense testicle. He lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and he lowers himself to a sitting position. Cameo’s face is squished beneath his rear end, and Glow hears exactly the happy Mew sound he’s come to expect to hear when he sits down. He smiles.

“Thank you, sweetie. You’re so good to me,” Glow hums. He tries his best to relax and let this lovely treatment soothe his tense nut and his tenser nerves. But as soothing as it is, Glow’s balls are looking for any excuse at all to empty themselves, so this stimulation gets Glow erect and ready to mate in no time flat. Every other suckle from Cameo’s mouth earns a throb from Glow’s hard shaft.

Without thinking about it, Glow reaches down between his legs. But instead of touching his cock, he feels his flipper run into a larger round surface. He looks down, and feels along this surface, discovering a near-transparent barrier that he hadn’t noticed there before. It reminds Glow vaguely of the bubbles that Mews summon with their psychic power.

He looks over his shoulder. “Cameo, did you…?”

In response, Cameo transmits the mental image of a padlock snapping shut into Glow’s brain.

Glow groans, running his flippers along the psychic barrier. “I guess that’s a good idea… so I don’t get carried away again.” He repeats the motion, along with the groan. “I really want to touch it though…” he openly admits.

He hears what might be a muffled giggle under his rear, and then feels a small tongue tracing lazy laps around the entire shape of his left nut. He groans out louder, tilting his head up. His cock twitches upward hard enough to make the tip tap against the inside of the psychic barrier. 

Glow groans Cameo’s name. He wants to stroke his cock and he can’t, yet his flippers search for something to do, so they absentmindedly massage the top of the barrier.

This goes on for several minutes. Precum drips off of the overly-excited cock, but it doesn’t reach the grass below. Instead, it pools at the bottom of the round barrier. Some Flaaffy and Mareep have gone back to chatting, and some have taken a seat on the grass nearby and committed to watching the spectacle – they’ve never seen a psychic barrier before, especially not used like this.

Eventually Glow speaks again, lifting his weight slightly off of Cameo’s face. “Hhhh… Hon, are you gonna do the oth—aaahhh.” He’s not even finished his thought when he feels Cameo’s mouth pull off his left nut and wrap around his right. The right one is still tense, leaving Cameo with another orb to massage. This leaves his left one soaked with spit, abandoned from the comfort of Cameo’s mouth, but feeling much more soothed.

“Ah.. yeah, yeah that’s real good sweetie… You can just… go back and forth for a while,” Glow tells him with his eyes shut and his snout tilted up. The sensation is blissful, but they don’t fully let Glow forget the feeling of his balls and cock both aching for release.

The bottom of that psychic barrier slowly gets fuller of leaking precum.
