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Stoowarb flung himself onto the bed that occupied his room as a dim red light flooded into the small space. The player was currently offline right now and the monster hoped it would stay that way.
A soft smile was painted on his face and Stoowarb shut his multiple eyes. He felt that it was just best to rest his eyes as the last thing he could ever want was to be randomly teleported back over to the ashy landscape of Earth Island and forced to sing the same thing over and over, with other monsters yelling in his ears.
Or in another case, he would materialize over at Air Island, which he couldn't decide what would be worse or better. Oh, and if he had that damn one-legged bird screaming right next to him one last time, it would not be pretty at all.
But Stoowarb pushed those thoughts aside to think about other things. How he got to star in trailers of those islands and sit in what players thought was paradise, but was really just a set. He also got to meet another Werdo he had never met before.
She said her name was Magpi. One of the first things Stoowarb had noticed about her was how well she spoke with Tawker. They told some inside jokes with one another that Stoowarb just had to laugh awkwardly at, not understanding any of the references.
Usually Stoowarb just hung out with Tawker and Parlasona but he thought Magpi was alright.
The monster changed positions rolling onto his side as his mind drifted off. He brought his legs up and they grazed past his crotch. His eyes blinked open rapidly. Woah. The feeling that was conducted was like light shocks all up through his body.
But in a good way. A really good way.
He pushed his legs in a downward motion against what he guessed was the same spot, but in a more… harsh motion and God. He had never felt anything even remotely similar to it. A small, barely even audible, whine at the touch, which repeated.
A feeling of deep pressure was building up in Stoowarbs abdomen as he kept pushing his legs up and down the sensitive area. Then he started to feel something poke out of his crotch while feeling it in his legs.
Stoowarb peeked down, curious to see what it was. It seemed to be coming from a small slit that he had taken notice of months ago, but never paid any mind to it. The projection was a bit over 5 inches in length and was the same blue as the spots that were on his arms.
It had a small flap of skin on the front, with a darker blue tip. The Werdo touched it, which gave off a similar feeling of pleasure, but also made him recoil in skittishness. He guessed that this was the thing that was causing him such feelings and came to the thought to wrap his large hand around the blue thing.
First though, he lightly grazed one of his fingers across the side of the whole thing. He breathed in a sharp breath of sensitivity. Never had he felt anything like it. Stoowarb moved his hand to cover the top, running almost all of his digits across it.
This made him tilt his head a bit at the feeling, hitting the backboard of the bed. He rested in this for a minute, letting his mouth hang open, breaths heavy. Feeling that he was ready, he moved his hand down to the bottom, letting most of his fingers grasp the bottom.
With his thumb, Stoowarb placed it on the top Part of the erection, some bit of his finger touching the slit, making him squirm. Stoowarb slowly dragged his hand down, making him tilt his head back even more. Another small, almost pathetic, sound escaped the monster's mouth at the sensation.
He let his mind wander all over the place. But it found its spot on one thing that made him feel even better.
Tawker.
Just the thought of him right now just drove him mad. Stoowarb didn't know why, it just did. He thought about the pale monster being in the same position that he was in now and holy hell did it have an affect. Stoowarb continued to move his soft hand up and down the blue thing. When he got to the tip at one point he felt something leaking out of it.
Dragging him away from his beloved thought, v Stoowarb finally managed to open his eyes to look at what it was. The liquid was a slight pinkish white. He touched it and realized it was slippery and smooth. Stoowarb shook his hand dry of the substance and moved his hand back to what it was originally doing.
The thought made its way back over to Stoowarb's mind, which made the pressure in the monster's stomach build up even more.
The idea of his "friend" being in this lewd position was almost too much to handle for the poor Werdo. Stoowarb sped up his hands pace, making his legs stretch out almost completely straight. He had never really felt anything like it. Stoowarb could hear his ragged breaths that managed to escape his jaws.
His heart thumped in his chest. Stoowarb slowly dimmed down the speed of his stroking and almost came to a halt. He was able to get a hold of his breathing quite well and when he did, Stoowarb immediately started back at a quick speed again.
Stoowarb had to bite his lip (which hurt due to his sharp teeth) to not scream out of ecstasy. Then, the heat in his stomach started to feel as if it would burn out of him. His other hand gripped the sheets of his bed. The monster thought again about the other pale Werdo.
That's what did it for him.
Before he could even cover his mouth, he let out a loud groan and then covered it up, not wanting to draw attention to the room below him. Stoowarb gripped his bed even tighter as a slightly blue-white liquid bursted out of his blue member.
The monster shut its eyes tightly until it had ended. It stayed like this for a bit, hand over his mouth but relaxed his other hand on the sheets. He opened his eyes to see that almost his entire sheets that were in between his legs were coated with the stuff.
He found that it was a bit difficult to stand up, legs sore. Stoowarb got some paper towels and cleaned up the bed. He noticed that the blue thing retreated back into the slit it had come out of.
What a wild ride.