“Thank you for coming onto the show today, Governor Mewlor.” A slender persian wearing an expensive three piece black suit says while offering his five fingered hand to the pokemorph in front of him.

The mewtwo in question, dressed in his own equally expensive suit, gives the talk show host one of his award winning smiles before extending his own three fingered hand to the other. “I’m so glad to have been invited today, Kenneth.” 

The two pokemorphs give each other a firm shake of the hand and then nod to one another before releasing their grip and then settling down into their respective seats. The mewtwo had to sit up from the back of the plush blue seat behind him thanks to his massive tail, however he said nothing about this as his rose colored eyes turned to look out over the group of all male pokemorphs that were watching him. A sense of fear rose up within his belly as he looked out over the eighty or so individuals that had shown up today, and while Mewlor wanted so badly to reach out with his mind to look through each and every one of their minds to see what they thought of him the political figure knew better than to do something like that. Not because it would have been an invasion of public privacy. Nor because it would have been a very invasive thing to do because of the unspoken any social obligation he had as a politician. 

No. 

It was because the well dressed mewtwo knew that there were several other psychic pokemorphs within the building that were constantly monitoring both him and everyone else in the building, so if they caught him trying to do such a thing then he could kiss his political career goodbye. The media blitz which would ensue slandering someone as respectable as himself for such a breach of the public’s collective goodwill would be swift as it would be severe. Already Mewlor could just imagine those pokemorph’s at the Daily Tattle readying their fingers to type up a piece in their disgusting little smeer column they called a newspaper. Just the thought of such a thing taking place when his numbers were down in the electoral circuit was enough to give the mewtwo an ulcer. 

For a while now he had been trailing in the public opinion polls because of his more passive stance in the public eye, but that was to be expected as Mewlor did not like to let himself be seen or heard unless he had something important to say. Something that he had learned very quickly from his predecessor was that if you tried to make yourself a beloved public figure then you would quickly found out who hated you when they had a chance to let themselves be heard by eager ears. This was why the mewtwo kept his policies hidden underneath the table; he didn’t fear the opinions of the public, as he could reasonably justify every decision that he had put out on the metaphorical table as being something that would help to make the lives of other pokemorphs better, however, there were just some creatures in the world that lived to cause suffering and misery for people like him. In taking any and every shot they could to try and tear down both his good name and reputation his enemies would hide themselves in the shadows, waiting for any chance to snipe at him. 

Just the thought that someone in the audience could be possibly working for some of the unknown people made his head hurt. 

Thankfully he resisted becoming fatigued by such a possibility in favor of simply smiling back at the host in front of him. 

“Now how could we not invite our very own governor down here to the station?” The black furred persian asked while clasping his finely manicured paws together on the oak desk in front of him. “After all, you’re the reason for the new state park that will be opening soon, not to mention the various blue collar jobs that have been put into place all across Kanto.” 

Mewlor didn’t say anything at first upon hearing this. Instead, the mewtwo simply looked at the normal type pokemorph in front of him. Sometimes it was very hard to tell who was being sincere when they were speaking with him, and who just wanted a subtle favor later on down the line. This was one of the reasons why so many within his field of work often became bitter and jaded, after all, just because he could grease the wheels within the public office downtown didn’t mean that Mewlor wanted to. The last thing that he wanted was to constantly call up his associates to command them to make something happen for him just because someone else felt that he owed them a favor. And to the distortion world with anyone who thought that he would actually call upon one of the few friends that he had within his office to get them to pull strings for him.

If there was one thing that the mewtwo valued above all else it was those people who he knew would look out for him when his back was turned, or when he stumbled in a very inappropriate looking manner. 

So, of course, when looking into the feline’s face and seeing the sparkle of want shining back through the bright jade orbs in front of him Mewlor could have spit in disgust right next to the feline. He didn’t, obviously, but he did the next best thing. 

“I thank you for pointing that out for everyone here,” The mewtwo said while letting his rose colored eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “I wouldn't want to brag, but sometimes people do forget how much I do for the sake of the people within Kanto. They also forget how very stressful it can be to have to work between contractors, public officials, and statesmen to be able to make our beloved region of Kanto into a place where everyone can be safe, happy, and well taken care of.” Mewlor raised a hand to his face to let out a polite chuckle when Kenneth began to squirm in his seat like a caterpie on a hook. “Oh dear, but there I go bragging. I’m so sorry, everyone.” He apologized while turning to look at the shadowed faces of the various pokemorphs who had been invited to watch today’s taping of the show.

When the crowd let out murmurs of acceptance Mewlor couldn’t resist letting out a small sigh of relief. 

If there was one good thing that he could count on it was the fact that when the public had your side then they were truly a force for which you could rely on. 

Turning back to look at the persian in front of him Mewlor waited for the other to respond, his eyes were still slightly narrowed as he silently baited the other to make a fool of himself. 

“Of course. Of course.” Kenneth nodded while settling himself back into the plush seat behind him. “We all know how busy of a pokemorph you are, and what lengths you go through for Kanto,” the feline continued after taking a small swallow of breath. “However, with that said, I do have to wonder about your numbers, Mewlor.” The persian said after a few seconds of trying to get his thoughts together.

“What do you mean?” Mewlor knew that the other pokemorph knew that he knew what he meant by the way he widened his eyes, but he was curious to see exactly where this was going.

“Haven’t you checked the polls as of late?” The normal type asked with a cheeky smile. “You are thinking of running for the president of the region, right?” 

“I tend not to fret over such things if it can be helped, after all, I have a region to make prosperous and a family to provide for.” Mewlor replied calmly. 

“That’s rather amusing, considering that your numbers show that the people of Kanto don’t think you’re that much of a family man.” The feline smirked while twitching his ears ever so slightly.

It took every ounce of control Mewlor had built up over his three and a half decade long life not to psychically choke the other pokemorph in his seat. 

If there was one thing that could set Mewlor off like a summer firework being lit it was someone challenging him on his status as a good husband. Ever since he had been born the mewtwo had craved for the connection which would be brought about between himself and someone that he could share his body and mind with. His kind were quite rare after all, and because no one wanted to have a loose cannon running around, Mewlor had to leap through numerous hurdles in order to both find someone who could match him in both mental power and personality before finally settling himself down. The fact that the world in which he lived was all male was something that made it so that having children was a very big obstacle within itself, especially for his kind, as they needed government assistance to facilitate creating the necessary material which would allow an egg to be created. Those higher up in the political ladder had wanted to make sure that overpopulation would not be an issue, and thus the current system went unchallenged by most people, however, Mewlor had fought tooth and nail to be able to get be able to bear children for his husband. 

So to have the pampas, arrogant, no-nothing, little cat in front of him daring to insulate that he was not a good father...it was enough to start the mewtwo’s left eye twitching. He was thankfully able to catch himself before the cameras circling about the stage where he was seated could document this physical gesture by shutting his eyes tightly and then chuckling.

“Oh? And what exactly does that mean?” Mewlor held himself in place, refusing to move a single muscle, as he slowly opened his shimmering red eyes to politely glare at the other pokemorph.

Kenneth was wise enough to take a moment to think before opening his mouth to speak once again. “It’s just...uh…”

“Yes.” Mewlor hissed. 

“The public really doesn’t get a chance to see much of your family,” the persian admitted. “And so there have been some questions floating about regarding your behavior as a father figure.”

Mewlor didn’t say anything to this, he just stared ahead at the feline in front of him. Kenneth squirmed in his seat, his conscious mind all but screaming at him to get away from the vicious predator that he had just angered.

“I think we should change the public’s views on such things, don’t you, dear?” 

The voice of his husband made Mewlor turn his head just in time to see a purple and black mewtwo step up onto the stage. The fact that the other was completely nude nearly brought shock to Mewlor’s heart, not because public nudity was illegal, oh no, but because of how sexy his mate looked in his birthday suit. Cradled within in his left arm was their toddler, Mewjen, who was busy looking about the room in utter confusion as to what was going on and why there were so many lights in the place he had been taken to, while holding onto the larger mewtwo’s right hand was their green and black preteen, Mewjor, who was trying not to skip over to his favorite father. Both of the other younger two pokemorphs were equally as nude as their father, however instead of sounds of horror filling the room the rest of the pokemorphs watching the trio simply murmured to themselves in approval.

Mewlor immediately raised himself up out of his seat to go over to his husband, confusion written clearly onto his features as he hugged Mewten. The purple mewtwo returned the show of affection, careful of the little bundle within his embrace, before nuzzling the side of his mate’s neck. The pair had completely forgotten where they were as they began to shower one another with their personal show of affection, their lips drawing themselves into one another right before their tongues pressed out and then into each other’s mouths. Down below Mewjor hugged his two daddies’ legs as he nuzzled the pair of them. All of the mewtwo’s tails were waving wildly behind their backs as they shared in the affections that they felt for one another.

“What are you doing here, Mewten?” Mewlor asked after he pulled back to blink owlishly at his husband.

“I called down to the studio to ask if it would be alright if I could bring our little one’s down to see you,” The purple mewtwo said with a steady voice that told Mewlor more than what exactly was being spoken. “And when I got a yes I decided to come right down.” The slightly taller psychic pokemorph admitted. 

What wasn’t said was that Mewten had seen the polls and was bothered by them. 

“I’m surprised that you got the time off of work to do such a thing.” While he might have been a governor, and thus, normally always busy with something or another with regard to the region, 
Mewten was a high profile lawyer, and so his days could be filled with just as long and stressful hours of work. 

“I think that this sort of thing demands some sacrifices.” The purple mewtwo chuckled. “With that said, shall we show everyone how much of a family man you are when we’re at home alone?” 

Mewlor let his mouth drop open as he watched his husband take Mewjor and Mewjen to the table where a flabbergasted Kenneth was looking at the four of them as though they were aliens from planet Grebulon.  That the purple mewtwo pushed the persian off of the stage with his psychic powers none too gently was something that made Mewlor smirk, however before the politician could make a comment about this he watched as the taller mewtwo placed their cub onto the table and had his brother watch him while he went over to undress the Mewlor. 

The feeling of having the other pokemorph’s hands sliding off his jacket, shirt, and then undoing his tie caused Mewlor to purr. Mewten simply chuckled before kissing his husband onto the nose. When the taller mewtwo slipped down to caress his naked chest on down to his groin the politician couldn’t help groaning. Mewlor reached out with one of his three fingered hands to rub over Mewten’s head, careful of the small pipe which controlled the extra needed blood and other fluids to the other’s brain, meanwhile the purple mewtwo slid off his mate’s belt. Moving the item in question over to the now empty seat Mewlor had been seated in Mewten unclasped the now shuddering politician’s pants. Sliding them down to reveal his husband’s thick thighs and smooth groin the lawyer chuckled as he heard the crows watching behind them swoon and cheer slightly at the sight before them. Mewlor, while insanely large for one of their kind, was massive where it counted, as could be seen by how his eight inch flaccid manhood rose up to ten, twelve, fourteen inches in length before finishing at sixteen and a half inches of smooth green shaft. 

The kneeling mewtwo smiled up at his husband as he leaned forward to lick the mushroomed head of the massive prick all the way down to the base. Mewlor gasped loud enough to make some in the audience jump. He then crooned when his husband began to suck at the head of his penis, the wet warmth that was Mewten’s muzzle was always a delight, especially when the other really went to town, but this was something else. Reaching back onto the desk and then gripping it tightly Mewlor pumped his hips with steady abandonment as he sought to feel of the sinful delightment that could be found with Mewten’s maw. Upon feeling the purple mewtwo reach up to caress his plentiful balls, which had to have been as large as a pair of ripe coconuts, Mewlor let out a warbling keen that was reminiscent of the first mewtwo’s cry. Passion flared inside of his mind so powerful that it was a wonder that his psychic powers hadn’t begun to lift objects throughout the room, this was something that had happened before and one of the reasons why the pair had a special safe room to let loose in whenever they wanted to really unleash their lusts upon one another. 

“I think that’s good enough.” Mewten said after nearly ten minutes of slobbering all over Mewlor’s sex. 

“Wh-what?” The slightly sex dazed politican asked as he blinked and then shook his head. 

“We need to move on to the main course of today’s feature presentation.” The green mewtwo chuckled as he lifted himself up and then moved over to their two sons, both of whom were being quite good right now as they stared at their fathers patiently.

“Meaning…?” Because he was so confused right now it was hard for Mewlor to tell which way was up.

Instead of answering Mewten went over to take Mewjen from Mewjor, the older mewtwo rubbed his older son across the top of his head making him giggle. The purple mewtwo then turned their baby boy around so as to present everyone in the audience with a clear view of the other’s shimmering rear. Even at his age the toddler was intelligent enough to know what sex was, and so his little butt was becoming slick with the inner fluids that all male’s produced when they were ready to be bred. Once he was sure that the audience had seen what they needed to in order to be sure of what was about to happen next Mewten turned to Mewjen and used a finger to make the preteen turn around. The happy little mewtwo giggled before quickly flipping around and then raising his thick tail up as far as it would go. When he began to naughtily sway his rump back and forth to tease the viewers Mewten slapped him across the bum. This elicited a hiss from the smaller pokemorph, but instead of the preteen feeling shame his cock, which was now fully hard at nine inches long, bobbed in between his legs over his peach sized testicles. 

Mewlor didn’t know what to think at the moment, his brain was too sex drunk to be able to process thoughts correctly, however, his eyes were working well enough to watch as his husband reached down to lift up his sixteen inch fuckmeat and press it forward into Mewjor’s tiny little bottom. When the toddler’s bum quickly swallowed up the head of the shaft the politician felt something inside of him quietly go snap. Without thought he growled as he looked to Mewjen, who was in turn staring at him with a come hither look, and then quietly pounced on the preteen. The purple and green mewtwo gasped as his daddy inserted his hard cock deep into his slickened butthole, the burn of which was so delicious that the younger mewtwo could only moan as inch after delectable inch slid up into his backside. 

The two husbands completely ignored the pokemorphs behind them which were cheering wildly as they watched the scene of unrepressed debauchery play itself out in front of them. Instead, the two psychic pokemorph’s merely shared a kiss with one another as they worked their baby boy’s holes open just as they had done time and again while at home. The cameras focused around them worked in time with one another as the men behind the machines captured the sights of the two older mewtwo’s balls swaying back and forth like pendulums as they rocked themselves hard and fast deep inside of their offspring.