"I could clean them up with my tongue." you reply. Mewtwo grins and lifts his soles up supported by the heel. You notice his feet are sweaty and smell a little. You look up at him and he nods with a sly grin: "Get to it then.". He crosses his arms waiting for you to start licking. A blue-ish aura surrounds him as he levitates sitting on an invisible cushion. You stick out your tiny tongue to lick the wrinkled arches of Mewtwo's foot. The salty sweat coats your tongue. Do you
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