On this particular summer day, the overhead sun shone brightly. Its rays bore down relentlessly upon the pine forest below, evaporating any scant amounts of moisture not drank by the flora and fauna. Most residents of this sylvan terrain-wild pokémon of the critter variety living far off the beaten path of human travelers-felt cooked by the intensified heat. Most, that is, except for young Katsura.

Katsura was one-of-a-kind, at least within the woods he was currently roaming about, for he was a peculiar mix of plant and animal. He walked with a wide gait on four small yet stout three-toed legs on a smooth, green-skinned body peppered with large, irregular marks of a darker hue. Other parts of him were also quite wide for his size, such as his low-hanging belly and his face, which had quite the big mouth to match. Such features already made him a peculiar reptile, but no trait of his grabbed more attention from other pokémon than the sizable bulb planted firmly on his back. That alone inspired the name of his species, ‘bulbasaur,' a name Katsura quite disliked. That bulb was biding its time, waiting patiently for Katsura to evolve before it'd start to bloom, but in the meanwhile it gave the lizard creature a set of talents normally confined to plants, some docile, others quite dangerous.

One of these talents was rejuvenation by photosynthesis, but this posed a problem.

"I swear, I must've walked a mile through these woods and I'm still bursting with energy! Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Katsura grumbled as he walked aimlessly at a hurried pace.

The bulbasaur thought the extra brightness that morning was the perfect time to sunbathe. But he had dozed off on a rock while his bulb continued to soak in the rays, which was a common mistake for young bulbasaur. When he had awakened hours later, the accumulated energy shot into his cold-blooded veins like one too many cups of coffee. Poor Katsura jittered and twitched in excess, leading him to go on his long walk in a desperate attempt to burn that energy away. But his bulb took in the sunlight as he walked, and attempts to keep still under some shade proved futile, for Katsura's body couldn't stand to idle.

He needed a new strategy to get his body back to normal, and fast. Otherwise, the bulbasaur would be doomed to cut a path through the woods from one border to the other and back until night arrived. By then he'd be sure to collapse in a horrible crash of his metabolism. Then he'd be the laughingstock of the woods for days to come.

"Hiiiii!"

A jubilant resident of the forest-a huge, blue-colored beetle with a massive horn-intercepted Katsura's path, the sight of whom brought the bulbasaur much irritation as he stopped.

"What is it you want, heracross?" asked Katsura, intending to move on as soon as he got the chance.

"Oh, just wanted to say hello to the local flower lizard, that's all," the beetle answered joyfully, "Though, I can't help but notice how wound-up you are. I bet that's because your bulb's got too much nectar! And I'd know just the thing to-"

"No." Katsura's answer came out as swift as a samurai's strike.

"No?! Come on, Katsura!" The heracross replied in turn, begging. "I mean...do you have any idea how delectably delicious your nectar is? It's like a drink perfected by Arceus himself. Oh, my mouth waters at the thought of it."

The bulbasaur frowned in growing displeasure. "I only let you sap my bulb that one time because you were starving for food. That was just for an emergency. It's not happening again, dammit!"

The heracross whined, "But Katsura! The deliciousness!"

"I said no!" The bulbasaur resumed walking, going past the oversized beetle in his way.

"Urk!" Short on ideas, the heracross rolled over on his back, holding one hand to his stomach in agony as he reached with his other appendage out towards the departing bulbasaur. "Katsura! Oh, my aching stomach! Urrrgh. If only someone would be kind enough to lend me some nectar."

"Like hell I'm going to fall for that," the bulbasaur muttered under his breath as he continued on, leaving the heracross behind.

Katsura was thankful that the large beetle didn't know any better. If the heracross fully understood the bulbasaur's issue, it'd be harder to keep the beetle at bay. The bulbasaur had taken pity on the horned beetle when he had reluctantly offered the heracross some of the nectar stored in the bulb on his back not too long ago. The bulbasaur discovered then, when the heracross had placed his hands and mouth upon the reptile's back, just how sensitive the bulb was to the touch of another. He had squirmed and bit his lip as the beetle sucked and massaged the nectar out of the tip of his plant. It took every ounce of his will to suppress the arousal the beetle evoked by accident. By the time the heracross had his fill, Katsura felt flustered and violated. He had barked at the beetle it'd be the only time he'd give his nectar, but the sexual element never clicked in the beetle's mind. The only thing the heracross got out of it was an exceptionally tasty meal, and to this day he'd gently prod the bulbasaur for seconds whenever the chance arose while the bulbasaur always shot him down.

As the bulbasaur walked on, enduring his overabundant energy as best as he could (which wasn't very well at all,) some of the heracross' words continued to linger in his mind.

It's true I've got too much nectar in my bulb. I've got more of it than I can burn through on my own, thought Katsura, I wouldn't be suffering now if I had someone to suck it out for me. But it sure as hell isn't going to be that heracross! It ought to be someone cute. Cute and pretty. And with soft skin, too.

Katsura soon became lost in his imagination, his legs carrying him on through the woods at a hurried pace without thinking about it. If only there was a chikorita around. I bet they have amazing skin. That'd feel great against my bulb. Ooh, maybe a bellossom! They're as cute as a button, with those leafy skirts of theirs. Ah hell, I'd want both of them. They'd rub themselves all over my bulb, licking up every last drop of my nectar, getting wet and sticky all over. Then I'd go "Hey ladies, you two made quite a mess there. I better clean you two up." And then the next thing we know, we'd be cross-pollenating like crazy! Oh yeaaaah...

The bulbasaur's fantasy soon led to a bout of depression. "Oh, who am I kidding? There aren't any girls like that around here. I'm the only grass-type around," he sighed openly. "But there's got to be someone else. Someone, anyone other than that heracross!"

While caught up in his own problems, it was easy for Katsura to forget that the other inhabitants of the forest struggled with dehydration and a great risk of heatstroke that day, problems far worse than his own in comparison. This reality slapped him in the face when what he saw past the next big trunk of pine in his path derailed his line of thinking and brought him to a stop in shock.

Sprawled in the middle of the trail lied prone a pokémon a tad smaller than Katsura: a mouse with velvet, yellow fur, a pair of long, tapered ears with black tips, a pair of brown stripes across the back, and a zigzagged tail with a splotch of brown near the base and a small notch close to the tip. The bulbasaur immediately recognized her as one of the female pikachu who lived in the forest. No doubt she had collapsed in exhaustion while searching for relief, and now she whimpered pathetically as the rays of the sun cooked her overheated body.

"Someone help me," she cried, "Anyone..."

Katsura gasped at the sight of the rodent's suffering. "H-hang on!" He stammered, forgetting his jittering. He dashed to the pikachu's side. With his head and forelegs he rolled the mouse's body over upon her back, giving her pelt temporary relief from the near-unbearable sunlight. Their faces met each other then. The weak rodent's expression showed gratefulness that someone took pity on her, a look which gave the bulbasaur pause.

Wow...she's got a really cute face for a pikachu, especially with those red spots on the cheeks. Wait, what am I thinking? Focus!

"What happened to you, girl?" Katsura asked.

"Cubone...at watering hole...couldn't get close...had to find another...got lost...thought I was going to die!" the poor rodent shed tears as she told of her misfortunes to the reptile who came to her aid.

Katsura understood what happened right away. The cubone, two-legged dinosaurs with bone clubs and helmets, were naturally immune to a pikachu's electricity. They'd have no problem keeping any such rodent from getting so much as even a drop of water.

"Those greedy bastards," the bulbasaur cursed, "Hang in there, girl. I've gotta get you to some shade."

From the base of the reptile's bulb he began to extend a pair of long, slender vines, one from each side of him, the tips slightly bulged with rounded, cone-shaped heads. Even these slightly jittered, but the bulbasaur didn't care about that right now. Normally he'd use these to snag a berry out of reach or whip a dangerous enemy, but he had a new use for them in mind today. He pushed the both of them under the pikachu's back and began to coil them around her torso. The bulbasaur then gritted his teeth in exertion as he, much to the pikachu's surprise, lifted her up over his brow before he then perched her right on what little he had of a neck.

The rodent's legs rested their inner thighs and crotch against said neck, while the rest of her body leaned against the bulb. The rodent's small arms instinctively reached out to grab that bulb in order to steady her balance. The sensations all these parts of the female inflicted upon the bulbasaur, as accidental as they were, caused Katsura to stagger in near-shock. He gulped.

"I know it's a little awkward," he said to the pikachu, "B-but it's the only way I can carry you."

"It's okay. I want you to help," she replied weakly. Katsura couldn't see the yellow rodent's blush. "Please hurry."

The bulbasaur's path prior had taken him into unknown territory, so he began to scout the woodland terrain with the pikachu riding on top of him for a solid spot of shade. The pikachu couldn't see it, but as the search went on Katsura's cheeks also turned its own shade of red. Part of him began to entertain an idea he had never before considered. Just because there were no other grass-types around, the reptile began to reason, didn't mean there wasn't a cute, pretty girl out there, soft to the touch, that could possibly want a taste of his nectar. Such a girl could coax out his nectar just as well as any grass-type. Maybe, just maybe, the cute, yellow mouse straddling his neck and hugging his bulb could be such a girl. It only required a gentle prod in the right direction.

Katsura soon would have the chance to put his theory to the test. After much searching, he spotted a giant slab of rock jutting out of the ground amongst the pines. The time of day was just right to cast a dark shadow over the nearby grass, albeit a small one. It was the perfect size for Katsura and the pikachu, however, as long as one pokémon stayed close to the other. He hurried over to the shade in haste. He came to a stop with his back to the jutted rock, the yellow mouse still resting against his bulb, held steady by his vines.

"We're finally out of that sun," the reptile said to the rodent. "And the name's Katsura, by the way."

"Mine's Cassie. Thank you," the pikachu sighed with relief in return. She leaned her cheek against Katsura's bulb. "Oh, if only I found that drink. I'm so thirsty. And you must be tired of carrying me around, too."

"It's no problem, really. Also...I dare say you're feeling better, Cassie," Katsura observed.

"Well...it's embarrassing to admit, but...this bulb on your back is comfy."

Katsura lifted his brow in surprise. "Oh? You really think so?"

"Y-yes! I could sleep on it, even," Cassie went on, "It's just...I think something's leaking out of it, and it's really shaky up here. Maybe I should come back down?"

The nectar!

"Ahem! Yes, about that," the bulbasaur blurted suddenly, trying extra-hard not to blow his chances, "I know you wanted water, and there isn't any as far as the eye can see around here, but I've got something even better than that."

"Better than water?" repeated the rodent.

"Yes, better! It's nectar. It's like water, but as sweet as a fruit. You'd love it. That's what's leaking out of my bulb right now. In fact I've got too much in there, so that's why I'm all shaky. You're more than welcome to drink some."

"Um, are you sure?" Cassie asked, uncertain.

Katsura nodded. "You'd be doing us both a favor. Trust me. Go ahead, give it a taste."

"Er, well...okay," Cassie finally agreed, "Here goes."

The pikachu leaned down her head. She took a moment to salivate her lips and mouth before reluctantly giving Katsura's bulb a quick flick across the seeping tip. The bulbasaur quietly gasped, his jaw dropped in awe. Holy crap that felt good.

"Hey, you're right! This does taste like fruit," Cassie exclaimed, after she swished the nectar around in her mouth.

"Th-that's great! D-d-drink as much as you like," Katsura stuttered to her.

"I will! Thank you, Katsura!"

The pikachu had long been deprived of a refreshing drink thanks to the bullying cubone that threatened violence against her. Her discovery of a bulbasaur's nectar was like a gift from the gods. Her tiny paws gently stroked the sides of the bulb, pressing more nectar towards the tip that she lapped up with ever-growing enthusiasm. She knew little of how her enjoyment of the nectar aroused Katsura with a rare, but wonderful pleasure.

The bulbasaur's breath turned hot and heavy as he lowered his body flat against the cool grass, allowing him to focus on the addictive sensations the female invoked in her naiveté. He closed his eyes as well, his mind and body floating off into bliss as the expression on his face turned all the more lustful and indulgent.

"Oh! More of it's coming out," Cassie exclaimed.

"Th-th-there's a lot of nectar in there," Katsura stuttered some more, his answer almost a gasp.

"Oh, it'll spill too much at this rate," Cassie said, distraught.

Without warning, the pikachu perched upon the bulbasaur's neck resorted to a stronger technique to drink the flowing nectar. She took in a deep breath, opened her mouth wide, grabbed tight the sides of the bulb, and then brought her head down to engulf the entire tip in her muzzle. She gulped down the nectar coming up to her so hard that she sucked it right out of the bulb.  

Katsura's eyes popped right open as his jaw dropped to the ground. His lungs heaved loudly for air as Cassie's efforts to sate her thirst electrified his body. As he tensed and dug the heels of his fore legs into the earth, his lust now reached a boiling point as his libido surged into his privates. From his cloaca the tip of a moist, thick phallus began to protrude as his erection gained strength.

Those paws! That mouth! Ooooh! I don't know how much more I can take! Katsura cried out in his mind.

Cassie finally pulled away from the tip of Katsura's bulb in order to breathe. In doing so, however, the nectar poured out of the bulbasaur at such a rate that it flowed like milk towards the pikachu. The sugary substance soaked not only the rodent's yellow underbelly but the vines wrapped around her waist as well. Much to her surprise, the nectar felt rejuvenating as it soaked her velvet fur and seeped into the pores of her skin.

"Oh! Katsura, keep it coming!" Cassie said excitedly. She cupped the nectar into her paws as it kept gushing forth, splashing it repeatedly upon her face and over her back. By her own actions it saturated nearly every inch of her body, even part of her zigzagged tail, and dripped against the back of the bulbasaur's head as it dripped down the thighs of her legs. So blissful was the pikachu's escape from the relentless heat that she cooed aloud by the time she was thoroughly drenched.

That gentle sound of pure satisfaction from Cassie's dainty muzzle tossed explosive fuel upon Katsura's burning desire. The eruption he soon felt in his mind and body eradicated any lingering reasons or doubts.

I hope you're ready for me, Cassie, because I'm more than ready for you.

The bulbasaur lifted the pikachu off from his bulb with the vines already wrapped around her torso, carrying her over his head before planting her in front of him upon her feet.

"Uh?" The sudden move caught Cassie off-guard. As she now stood on solid ground, dripping head to toe with nectar, Katsura's lusting gaze as he kept his vines upon her instilled a sense of confusion and fear.

"Are you okay, Katsura? Did I do something wrong?" the pikachu asked worriedly.

"You made quite a mess of yourself with my nectar, Cassie," the bulbasaur answered, grinning from cheek to cheek. "You better let me clean that up for you."

"Oh, um...you don't have to do that. You already did so much for me, after all."

"Cassie, I insist! I've got quite the big tongue, you know. It'd make short work of that nectar before it stains that nice pelt of yours. And it'd dry up fast in his heat."

The pikachu turned silent, paws to her mouth, as she stared at the bulbasaur nervously. But Katsura pressed on. "You did me a huge favor getting my nectar out. Now I won't be jittery anymore. You scratched my back, now let me scratch yours. Okay, Cassie?"

"Well..." Cassie looked away as her anxiety grew. Katsura's eagerness in his eyes continued to unnerve the female, but she couldn't argue with the bulbasaur's logic. The fact that he went out of his way to save the yellow mouse from the heat couldn't be dismissed either.

"Can you let me go from your vines, at least?" she finally asked.

Katsura nodded. "Consider it done."

The bulbasaur promptly retracted his vines from the pikachu's waist. Before they fully returned to him, however, he smirked as he pushed the pikachu off her feet with their bulbous tips. Cassie fell over with a yelp onto her back, and the next thing she knew the green-colored reptile stood by her side, stroking the length of her nearest ear with the face of his fat, saliva-dripping tongue.

"N-no, not like that!" the pikachu protested with a gasp.

"I have to be thorough if we're going to get your pelt cleaned. It really can't be helped," answered the bulbasaur as he found delight in teasing the rodent girl.

Cassie soon discovered just how thorough Katsura intended to be. The bulbasaur moved around the pikachu, but not upon her, as he worked his way from the top to lick away the nectar soaking her fur, first on her ears, then on her brow, then on her spotted cheeks. He took extra care of her muzzle, which Cassie kept firmly shut, not wanting to let underlying tensions get the better of her. But the further down Katsura licked, in her neck, across her chest, and all over her belly, the faster Cassie's little heart thumped. By the time his tongue reached the thighs of her legs, the pikachu's heart raced as she hugged her tail against her chest in an attempt to hide her sex, staring vulnerably at Katsura as she watched his every move. In the bulbasaur's eyes, however, that made Cassie even cuter.

"Hah...hah...hah..." the yellow mouse's rising anxiety made it harder for her to breathe as she felt the bulbasaur lap up the nectar right at the base of her inner thighs. She hugged her tail even closer to her chest, unwilling to drop her guard again. But the reptile had a trick up his sleeve.

"I better tend to your tail. I'll be extra-thorough with that part," Katsura told her mischievously.

He brought his head down to the length of the tail that covered Cassie's sex and pressed his tongue hard against it. As the other side of the tail rubbed up against the lips of the pikachu's pussy, Cassie began to squirm.

"A-ah! Too close," she wheezed.

"Too close? To what exactly? I'm just cleaning your tail," Katsura replied back, playing dumb.

"You know where I mean!" the pikachu exclaimed with a glare.

"Nonsense."

Katsura continued the strokes of his tongue up along the length of Cassie's tail, inch by inch. As he did so, however, he gradually slinked the weight of his body over her. As his smooth belly slid against that warm, alluring pelt of the young, female pikachu, his stout legs pinched her petite, adorable body at the sides of her chest. Cassie nearly panicked, for the bulbasaur's girth kept her easily pinned.

"What are you doing?" Cassie blurted.

"Cleaning your tail, of course. You're the one who folded it all the way up to your face," answered Katsura.

By the time his tongue reached the notch at the end of the pikachu's tail, Katsura had fully mounted the female. His face loomed over hers as she lied trapped in his embrace. The shaft of his erection, much bigger than before, rested its sizable girth against the tail that kept it from hitting its mark. Such a feeling jolted the rodent with newfound fright in her mind, even as her body turned hot.

"W-wait! Y-y-you're poking something against me!" Cassie exclaimed.

"A penis does that sort of thing, you know," Katsura lightly rebutted. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

The pikachu dodged the question. "We aren't supposed to do this," she insisted with a frown.

"Why? Because we can't make eggs? That's all the more reason to do this."

"If you don't get off me, I'll shock you! I'll scream!" the pikachu threatened. Electricity sparked in her cheeks to prove she was serious. But the only thing it provoked out of the bulbasaur was a chuckle of disbelief.

"You don't really want to shock me, Cassie. I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you. I got you to shade when you were too weak to go on and I quenched your thirst with my nectar when you were parched. I even let you shower in it, which you sure as hell enjoyed. Know anyone else in your life who'd pull you from the brink like that?"

Cassie turned her head away, too depressed to answer.

"So you do live alone. Well, I live alone too, Cassie. I didn't have anyone to help get the nectar out of my bulb until I stumbled upon you. I would've suffered the whole day jacked up on the sunlight if it weren't for you. I would've been miserable and you could've died."

Katsura sighed. "We found each other, though. We're happier because of it. And, well...I don't know what you think of me, but I think you're the cutest, sweetest female I know. I've been saving myself for that special someone, but right now there's no one I want but you. Please, Cassie. Give me a chance. Let me sweep your troubles away."

The pikachu's eyes began to tear up as the bulbasaur spoke his words. By the time he was finished, those dears dripped out, staining her spotted cheeks. The emotions she was afraid to embrace now came flowing out of her heart.

"Ka...Katsura," she whispered to the bulbasaur. Her paws reached up to the bulbasaur's face and gently caressed it.

"Cassie," the reptile whispered back nervously, blushing.

For the moment the both of them were captivated by each other's gaze, the press of their bodies in the shade of the jutted rock brewing their yearning for intimacy. Then it was Katsura's turn to be surprised. Cassie yanked down on the bulbasaur's face and embraced his lips with her own. The bulbasaur's initial shock soon gave way to joy and pleasure as he pressed on with the mutual kiss. Moments later, their mouths opened for each other. Katsura eased his tongue into the pikachu's small muzzle, playing with her own, much tinier tongue. Cassie moaned as he did this, more than willing to let the bulbasaur explore.

As saliva exchanged between them in copious amounts, Katsura extended one of his vines to take hold of Cassie's tail. The yellow rodent no longer held onto it, so the bulbasaur easily pulled it away, eventually laying it flat on the grass beneath them. The moist, thick penis endowed upon the reptile then dropped its shaft right against the folds of the pikachu's pussy. Cassie moaned softly into Katsura's lips, excited by the sensation.

Katsura pulled his mouth away, in doing so stretching bands of saliva between the mouths of the unlikely lovers that broke apart at the stems. He quietly watched the expressions on Cassie's face as his vines now maneuvered to twist around the thighs of the pikachu's legs and fold them back. The pikachu's sex now pressed harder against the length of bulbasaur's phallus, provoking a stuttered gasp out of the female in turn, much to the male's delight.

"I can't believe anyone would want to be mean to you," Katsura gushed, "You're so cute I could just eat you up."

"Huh?!" Cassie gasped.

"Figuratively speaking! I'm an herbivore," Katsura assured, not skipping a beat, "If I was really going to eat you, would I be doing...this?"

In time with his last spoken word, the bulbasaur began to rock his hips slowly back and forth. The shaft of the penis, plenty lubricated, slid effortlessly against the folds of Cassie's pussy, stroking her in an act of frottage. The pikachu's vaginal lips tightened by reflex against those strokes as her arms dropped down to the sides and her head tilted back, eyes closed as the bulbasaur slowly enraptured her in sex.

"Hah...Hah...Hah...Aaah!" the yellow mouse moaned. Katsura's teasing rushed the heat fast into her loins. Her fluids seeped out, coating the reptile's already-saturated phallus and dripping down her thighs into the grass below. Pre-cum seeped out of the bulbasaur as well, for by now his erection reached full strength as he exhaled hot breaths against the rodent's face.

"K-Katsura," Cassie started to plead, "Please...don't tease me-aaaaah!"

The bulbasaur had cut the pikachu short by doubling the pace of his strokes, impishly grinning all the while. The lustful burning deep in Cassie's pussy spiked to unbearable levels. She sent her paws straight to her mouth, covering her louder cries of pleasure, for she was too embarrassed to fully let them out.

"I bet I could finish you off like this," the cocky reptile grunted.

"Mmmmmh!" the rodent protested, shaking her head.

"Yeah, you're right. If we did that, then we'd miss the best part. We wouldn't want that, now would we?" A knowing glint appeared in the bulbasaur's eyes right then.  

Cassie ripped the paws off her mouth then, on the verge of losing her mind. "Please, Katsura! Take me!" She cried out.

Katsura couldn't have asked for a better cue. With so much pent-up lust in the yellow mouse, the cute girl could take just about anything the bulbasaur can dish out now. With no obstacle left in sight to sate the lust that had remained painfully suppressed until now, the bulbasaur dismounted, stepped back, and let loose his vines upon the pikachu, preparing her for the time of their lives. The long, slender appendages of the bulbasaur quickly curled around the mouse's waist to flip her in place right upon her stomach. He helped himself to the wonderful view of Cassie's yellow backside, dripping pussy and all, as his vines continued on with the setup. Twice they coiled around her waist before they slithered on to the wrists of her little paws and tied them close together beneath her chin with the remainder of their length.

"That shouldn't be too tight for you," Katsura stated. He started to reel in Cassie with the elaborate grip of his vines, readying to mount her again.  

"D-d-do you have a thing for vines?" Cassie asked nervously as she slid a few inches back towards the bulbasaur.

"Definitely a turn-on," Katsura answered with a grin.

The pikachu felt the weight of the male bulbasaur press down on her body, his soft belly eventually pinning down her back. His stout fore legs flanked the pikachu right at the level of her upper stripe, pinching her in place like before. He pulled on his vines a few more times to ensure there was no slack in his bonds. As he did this, he playfully nibbled on the tips of the rodent's ears and slowly dropped his hips to press the tip of his cock against her waiting folds. Cassie's breaths turned into quick wheezes as the suspense of the imminent penetration started to drive her mad.

"Here it comes," Katsura warned her.

Cassie clenched her teeth and rolled back her tongue, fearful of biting into it.

The bulbasaur took his time as he pressed forward with his hips, carefully pushing in the tip. The female pikachu was young and half the male bulbasaur's size, so the lips of her pussy squeezed their hot moisture very tightly upon him. But all the teasing prior churned all the lubrication they needed. The head of his penis soon spread apart the lips of the pikachu's pussy, giving the bulbasaur a taste of the euphoric pleasure to come from inside her. But Cassie trembled and whined with tightly shut eyes as the slow penetration caused her pain.

Katsura gritted his teeth in face of the hard time Cassie endured. With his head now past her folds, he got the first thrust over with a quick plunge of his shaft. The pikachu's tightness sucked the bulbasaur's penis right in all the way to the base as she yelped in shock, her body now squeezing the walls of her hot, dripping sex around his entire girth. His loins hit hard the yellow glutes of the rodent in the process, ringing out a lewd slap.

Cassie barely managed to keep her bearings with so much cock twitching inside her now. As she continued to gasp for air, erratic spasms in her pussy choked Katsura's malehood. He even felt the occasional spark of electricity peck at his member. Pleasure engulfed the bulbasaur's penis to such a degree that his fat tongue hung slightly out of his mouth as he panted.

Katsura's instincts fiercely kicked in. The green reptile with the oversized bulb pulled his penis far back and glided it forward again into the amazing pussy of the cute, yellow rodent beneath him. The bulbasaur repeated this in methodical rhythm, the pikachu's sex sucking him in every time as he now pumped vigorously like a well-oiled piston. Every time Katsura's penis lustfully speared the girl, his body rapped percussively against her rear, driving electrifying pleasure to her senses with every thrust. Cassie, unable to muffle her mouth, called out loudly in mind-scrambling fits of lascivious desire that could be heard far through the pine forest that announced how greatly she succumbed to the pleasures of Katsura's cock. She perspired all over her body, burning all the energy she could to keep up with her sexual bliss.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Katsuraaa! Katsuraaa!" Cassie cried, moaning like a nymph.

The way the young pikachu now sang for him, so enthralled, greatly boosted the bulbasaur's ego. He felt on top of the world having such a wonderful girl in the curl of his vines to pleasure. He wished the moment would never end. But as he kept up the firm, rhythmic thrusts, he got an unexpected but pleasant surprise. Cassie suddenly let out a groaning wail of unintelligible noise. The next thing he knew, Katsura felt an immense squeeze on his shaft as hot, sweet and profuse fluids came rushing from the pikachu's sex, splashing against his loins in the process. He ceased his thrusts, at first confused at what happened. But then it clicked.

"You came before me, didn't you?" Katsura asked with amusement.

Cassie couldn't answer. Her petite, yellow body twitched beneath the bulbasaur's weight in the aftermath of her orgasm, and her mind for the moment could barely tell night from day.

"Heh, heh, heh," the bulbasaur laughed, "Well, if you already got off, then I better catch up!"

Cassie's eyes popped wide open, hardly recovering from her climax, as Katsura let his libido go like a pheromone-crazed beast and wantonly fucked her with glee. The pikachu felt the bulbasaur hammer into her backside at a frenzied pace that would make a canine blush as loud fapping rang in her ears. Her body bounced violently forward, forcing the bulbasaur to drop his hips while dragging her back with the grip of his vines.

Katsura groaned out as he drove himself fast towards his peak. His sex-crazed drilling drove Cassie to newfound heights as well. Her eyes rolled back, mouth agape and drooling, as the bulbasaur's final stretch shot one crazed, horny gasp after another out of her muzzle. She endured a sexual overkill that left her body on the verge of collapse, and yet it charged her with just enough energy to stay with her lover to the very end.

"Nnnnnnngh!" The bulbasaur gritted his teeth, slamming the length of his thick cock deep into the pikachu as his fore legs squeezed her body tight.

"Aaaaaaaauuuuh!" The pikachu's voice quivered uncontrollably as the cock shoved hard into her.

Blast after blast of white, sticky semen shot from Katsura's member. It gushed into the pussy of cute, little Cassie, mixing with the second flush of her fluids as it filled her to the brim. The rodent twitched erratically in the erotic embrace of the reptile, her velvet fur stained with an abundance of sweat. Heavy eyes stared outward, her breathing choppy on account of two climaxes in quick succession leaving her in an utter stupor.

"Oh...that felt good," Katsura sighed. His vines unraveled from the pikachu's body as he finally dismounted. His now-flaccid penis receded back into his cloaca as he watched his seed seep out of the rodent's pussy. Needless to say, Katsura felt quite accomplished.

He slowly lowered his fatigued body down on the cool grass beside the pikachu in the shade of the jutted rock. He smiled to her as he looked at the rodent's face. Surely Katsura had just rocked Cassie's world, so she was likely beside herself. He looked ahead to the towering masses of pine in front of them as he started to talk.

"You know, Cassie, we'd make a great pair for these hot, summer days. I'm a reptile, you're a mammal. I've got a plant, you've got electricity. And our genders...well, they go together nicely, too. Aw hell..."

Katsura blushed, thinking the last comment was lewd. "What I'm trying to say, Cassie, is that this doesn't have to be a one-time thing. We've got no one else to depend upon, so I say we ought to stick together. Then the sun won't be a problem anymore and...and we can make each other happy. You'd like that, wouldn't you Cassie? I know I would."

Cassie didn't respond to the bulbasaur's inquiry.

"Cassie? What's wr-...Ah?"

The bulbasaur turned to look at the pikachu to see what the problem might be. The yellow rodent, turned out, had fallen asleep in the shade as the green reptile spoke to her. He felt a bit foolish not expecting this earlier, but now it couldn't be helped.

"Well...I guess I'll find out when you wake up," Katsura sighed.

He would wait in the shade by Cassie's side as long as he had to. Someone had to tend to her, after all.