Pawmot and Mew (story in description) by RandomRedEngine on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Oh my gosh, why is this so good?! AGH! Sorry I haven’t been posting for the past week. My iPad was having a meltdown so I have to avoid using it for a while, but luckily it wasn’t broken ^^

I also got a bunch of inspiration, so I’ll be busy this weekend for sure. I hope you all enjoy!

STORY TIME!
Pawmot and Mew were hanging out near the forest, just climbing small trees, and being mischievous.

The Pokémon decides to play kickball with a grimy soccer ball someone left outside. “Eww, this ball is so grody!” Mew said in delight, “yeah, let’s play with it!” Pawmot suggested. “What should we play?” Mew asked. Pawmot then replied, “how about kickball?” “Are you sure? I don’t wanna get my feet covered in grime!” “Oh, Pfff” Pawmot chortled, “you like your pretty feet, don’t you?” Mew's face turned red, “n-no! Like I told you, I don’t wanna get dirty!” Pawmot teased, “nope! You like your clean feet. Though I understand why, they are kinda cute” she complimented. Mew snickered, “well your feet are so gross and dirty! You should wash them every once in a while.” Pawmot retorted, “oh please, they aren’t THAT dirty. Besides you love’em, admit it!” “N-No I don’t” but Mew secretly did. “Whatever, let’s just play, okay?” Pawmot suggested, “and hey, as an apology, you can throw first.” Mew agreed but wasn’t enthused.

The two friends got into position, Mew threw the ball over to Pawmot, though she kicked the ball too hard and they both watched as it dove into the tall trees of the dark edge of the forest. “Oh, man…” Mew shrugged, “hey, can you get that?” He asked Pawmo. “No what dude! Y-You, do it” Mew looked back, “b-but, I don’t want to, it looks spooky.” “Why do you think I don’t wanna go in there?” Pawmot replied. The two bickered about who should enter, eventually, Mew lost and was forced to go in. Pawmo was being too big of a baby. Mew wrapped his tail between his legs, brought his arms and legs to his chest, and curled his toes in fear. Slowly entering the dark edge of the forest.

As Mew hovered around, he found himself very unnerved, hearing rustling and clawing from some unseen creature, though, in reality, he was just very fearful. He found the ball, picking it up with his stubby arms, though right before he headed back, a sparkle caught his eye. Mew looked over and saw a small box, quickly dropping the ball and darting over to see what was inside. He opened the half-buried treasure and peered inside. He found what looked to be a magician's wand he’d seen others use to perform magic tricks. Though this wand came with a note, he read it aloud and was a bit confused. “To whoever seeks the power, will be doubled down for twice a dower…what does that even mean?” Mew dismisses the note and picked up the wand, he swigged it around for a moment but nothing happened. Though on his fourth swing, the want magically began to levitate a heavy rock, Mew was impressed. Though with this, he suddenly thought of how to get back at Pawmot.

Mew arrived back with the ball in his hands. Though the wand was secretly kept behind his back. Pawmot called out, “hey, you got the ball, sweet!” Mew then drop the ball on the ground and asked, “hey, sorry I need to use the restroom, may I be excused?” “Ugh, fine” Pawmot groaned, “but please hurry!” Mew promised and left. He came back with a bundle of rope and some feathers, which he was levitating with the wand. Without Pawmot looking, Mew threw the bundle at Pawmo, quickly and effectively tiring her up. “Wha? Mew!” Mew floated over to the struggling Pawmot and asked, “yeah?” “Dude, this isn’t funny! Let…me…go!” She ordered. “I would, but your paws are looking a bit grimy, I’ll help you clean them!” Mew snickered as he revealed the magic wand. “W-Where did you get that from?” Pawmot asked. “I’ll tell you later, but for now!” Mew used the wand to order a group of feathers to attack Pawmot’s precious peets. “Oh no. WAIT! I-I’m sorry, please don’t…my feet are too sensitive!” Though Mew wasn’t listening, he use the wand to order the feathers and they began to tickle Pawmot’s feet. Digging between her toes and sliding beneath her soles, “NO HAHAHAHA ST-STOP! HAHAHAHA PLEASE!” Pawmot giggled and smiled softly, her weakness was being abused for revenge. “Y-YOUR AHAHAHA JEHEHEHERK! HAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHE” Mew enjoyed the giggle, he found her laughing truly adorable, so much so he used his toes to grab one of the feathers to start tickling her himself. He found it very satisfying and fulfilling.

“Coochie Coochie coo! Hehehe” Mew chuckles as he gave the ticklish Pawmot what for.

Let’s just hope he knows what he’s doing ;3