You know how it goes: “If he hollers, good.”

You didn’t think you’d seen the last of him, did you? Nooo, naturally as a fan of raichu paws myself, it’s my job to bring more of that blessed content right to your doorstep. And, because it’s my character and I say so, I get to decide if Barry gets his poor little beans grabbed and played with. It’s not a new thing; I hinted at it in the story, that Barry had a little too much fun getting his tummy raspberry’d and might have liked getting his paws teased for longer towards the end. Why wouldn’t Richie, his trainer-turned-partner, pick up on that too~?

In short: He most certainly did. Barry was happy to take Richie’s mild thing for feet and turn it into a hard turn-on, so the human thought to play into one of Barry’s interests. On the side of the bed, Barry spread his legs as an invitation, figuring his trainer might dive onto his cock or grab a foot and give it some love. Once the ‘chu had been fondled enough to be stiff and horny, both paws were grabbed by thumbs wiggling with ticklish intent. Barry pled with Rich to stop in the moments before he lost his agency to laughter and convulsions, but didn’t pull away. “You sure, Barr’? You’re dripping,” the human pointed out. The tickles ramped up, and Barry cursed the part of him entertaining the nagging idea that he didn’t mind.

Don’t worry; Richie isn’t a fetishist for this kinda thing, so it’s not like he has tools or a wellspring of techniques to break Barry or anything. Plus, these two are extremely new to the relationship, so all their sexual moments are cutesy and delicate. Everything will be kept perfectly gentle, I’m sure. I’m also sure there will come a time when Barry finds that the half of him that likes being played with is stronger than the half begging to catch his breath.

How much do you wanna bet that time will come in five minutes?