Winter came roaring. The most numbing, chill-biting, blinding blizzard threw the once-calm wilderness of the oak forest into a hellish storm. Many of the inhabitants were blindsided and had to scramble to do what they could to bunker down and survive the harsh snow and wind.

In these circumstances, a young, pretty pikachu found herself in a situation most dire. The howling wind and snow struck as she had set out to gather berries for the herd, leaving her with no sense of direction whatsoever.

“Heeeeeeeeeey! Can anybody hear meeeeee?!”

She cried out for help as she dashed through the snow, but it proved futile. The violent storm drowned out her voice even as she shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Anybooodyyyy?!”

Adrenaline surged through her body as she took flight. Without any means to reunite with her herd anytime soon, she was left with little more than a gamble. Not too far from where she was picking berries she had noticed a cave. She guessed the general direction and ran for it, praying she’d stumble upon it.

Oh no, it’s so FREEZING! Why did I even go alone? I’d at least have company out here! Such thoughts ran through her mind as she ran, ran, ran. She kept running until...there!

Through the snow and wind lashing against her face, the pikachu spotted the shelter she sought.

At last!

She headed straight for the opening, not stopping once to think of what could be inside. As the snow and earth beneath her feet changed to cold rock, and the air finally stopped whallopping her tiny body, she dropped hard upon her belly and shivered. She had no sense of her surroundings aside from the fact that she thankfully escaped the blizzard. But there was no escape from the blizzard’s chill. Her fur had been caked in snow and stuck to her.

“Achoo!” she sneezed hard as she continued to suffer. “Oooh...this is terrible...terrible!”  

She had to find a way to get her fur dry of the snow. Her eyes shuffled around. There, close by. A convenient gathering of branches. It wouldn’t completely fight off the cold, but it was a start. Anything to take her mind off the winter chill.

The pikachu forced herself back on her feet as she gathered the wood. She piled it within a small circle of rocks. Now with the makings of a fireplace before her, all that remained was a little spark.

“Chaaa!” She cried out as she shocked one of the standing twigs with the electricity stored in her cheeks. Just like that, a little flame came to life and grew bigger as the wood began to burn. Soon enough, the pikachu started to feel a hint of the warmth she craved ever since she suffered in  that chill of a blizzard.

“Hey! I was needing that,” a voice suddenly echoed.

The yellow rodent swiftly looked up. Further in the darkness of the cave, she spotted a lumbering figure now illuminated by the flame. Fear instantly leapt into her heart. She recognized the shape all too well.  A brown, hefty mole, male, twice her size, and armed with metal claws, leered at her from beneath the sharp, metal visor jutting out from his brow. It was an Excadrill for sure. He was a species of rodent so adept in excavating the earth that they evolved to shrug off any jolt of electricity cast their way.

The pikachu had to think fast. Fleeing back into the blizzard was out of the question. Thankfully, she was able to speak up quickly.

“Maybe so, but I’m freezing! You at least can slip underground,” she hastily reasoned with the excadrill, feeling the facts she just said might help her somehow.

The fellow pokémon looked down to her, noticing how roughed up she was from the cold. The look of suffering in her eyes said much. His eyes wandered over to her tail. Quietly he noted her gender, as shown by the shape of a heart in the head of said tail. He made no fuss of it, at least for now.

“Yeah, I can dig my way down...but even going underground is giving me frostbite at this point. I needed to make some heat, and it’s hard to do that alone in a pitch-black hole!”

It made sense to the pikachu. After all, even a guy as big as him needed to fight off the cold, even if it meant trying to start a fire with oversized claws for hands. He was still a warm-blooded mammal, just like her. Neither could last bearing the brunt of a screaming blizzard for too long.

As they both looked to each other, they fell silent for a moment. They both visibly felt uneasy of the circumstances they now faced. The howling wind outside, however, briefly blew in to send a chill up both of their spines. It reminded them of their common plight.

The pikachu shivered greatly as she attempted to break the proverbial ice once more. “Well, I say we both need to get warm, so let’s work to get warm.  Agreed?”

Despite being the bigger pokémon, even the excadrill quivered in the breeze as he looks over to her on the suggestion. “Yeah, yeah.  No point in arguing. I just want to stop freezing, too!”

The big mole’s willingness to help brought a smile to the little mouse’s face. But said smile soon withered away as the two looked over to the fire the pikachu just lit. The warmth could barely be felt from it, for it hung on within an inch of its flickering life every time the winds of the blizzard swept in.

“Oh, this’ll be fun,” The bigger pokémon cracked, “A charmander’s tail would be warmer than that!”

“I can see that, sadly,” the pikachu said, “Let’s try to make the most of it, okay?”

The yellow mouse held out her paws, trying to do her best to warm up. The brown, clawed mole followed her gesture. They stood there, together, huddled close to the flame, their differences set aside. But as the time slowly ticked by in that cave, the blizzard roaring by kept sending a cruel breeze their way every so often. The pikachu’s ears drooped, as she turned her little mouth into a frown. The whole situation seemed all the more hopeless now.

The excadrill thought so too. “Gaaah!” He threw his arms down in frustration, his temper visibly flaring. The pikachu recoiled in fright, at first thinking the excadrill was about to turn on her. But instead, he rushed past the fireplace and swiped the air in futility towards the exit.

“Screw this blizzard! Screw it,” he cursed loudly, “It’s so freakin’ strong! That fire won’t keep us warm by itself!”

“What are you doing?!” In haste, the pikachu ran up to him and thrust her forepaws right against his belly, trying to stop him from going further out. “Calm down! You can’t fight a blizzard. Get back to the fire while we still have one! please!”

Suddenly, silence. It took a moment for the yellow mouse to realize that the excadrill had suddenly petrified. At once she realized why.

“Ah!” She immediately withdrew her paws, now feeling, of all things, incredibly embarrassed. Even amidst the threat of the intense winter chill, her gesture had confusing implications for a fellow rodent of the opposite sex. What little wonder that he dared not make a move.

“I’m sorry, I...” the pikachu tried to find the words, but instead she felt like shrinking. She curled up and covered her head with her paws as the awkward situation left her paralyzed, even more so than the excadrill. Already she feared that the excadrill might try something.

Finally, just as the silence weighed so heavy as to be horribly oppressive, the excadrill spoke up again. A realization had setted into his armored skull.

“You know...we’ve got another way we can keep warm, but...” his words lingered, hesitant to complete the thought aloud. The very idea stemmed from what had just started messing with his mind, but their options ran low. So did their time.

The pikachu cautiously pulled her paws away to look up to the excadrill’s face, only to then throw the digger off his guard as she suddenly burst at him:

“Go on, say it! I know exactly what you’re thinking, so spit it out already!”

“Oh, come ooooon!” The excadrill squirmed a bit. The piercing gaze of the yellow rodent now thrown his way twisted his stomach into knots of male guilt. “You’re taking this all the wrong way.”

“Do you think I was born yesterday?! I know what you’re really thinking, and the answer is NO! No, no, no, no, no!” the pikachu shook her head violently as she admonished him.

The excadrill couldn’t take it any more. He snapped right back at her:

“You think you can come up with anything better with what we’ve got?!  I wasn’t even thinking of that! I’d want to be with you in a better position than this!”

“This...this….thi...th...th..t...” the entire cave echoed, followed by silence.

The quiet ambiance of said cave hung over them once more. The pikachu found herself not only silenced by her company, but also by the unmistakable things he said about her. Yes, he clearly liked her, just like a hot-blooded male liked a female so pretty. But it mattered to him more that they survived the icy prison they both were forced to endure.

The mutual realization caused both of them to blush a deep red. This was one moment both of them felt silly about, that much was clear.

“I’m sorry.” the two said together, trying to make things up with the other. “I overreacted and-” that had the two stop to realize they were saying it as one. They couldn’t help but start laughing.

As the tension of the moment finally got out of their systems, the blizzard saw fit to remind the both of them of the trouble they were in with a harsh blow of its wind, cutting their laughter short in the process. That icy wind plotted to blow out their fire that desperately hung on for dear life. The two of them shivered uncontrollably now. The little, yellow mouse and the big, brown mole felt ready to go numb with frostbite.

The excadrill stammered to his company, “St-t-t-till think the t-t-two of us shouldn’t d-d-do that?”

Answered the pikachu, “We sh-sh-should anyway...it’s f-for the b-b-best.”

She pointed towards the fire. “You sit down first,” she directed.

“Right.”

The excadrill headed back to the spot where he was standing before moments ago, before he had his outburst towards the blizzard that made him feel so miserable. Moments later, he sat down on the cold floor of the cave, as close to their fire as he safely could. His stout legs were spread wide and his oversized claws laid limp to each side.

“You better sit against me,” he recommended, “The fire and I will warm you up.”

“What about you?” asked the pikachu, unsure.

“You and the fire will warm me plenty.”

That earned the mole a rather dirty look. Nevertheless, the little mouse hurried along. Before long, the pikachu nestled herself between the excadrill’s legs. She pressed her back firmly against his belly as she rubbed her little forepaws to keep warm. The length of her tail rubbed against the excadrill as well, though not purposely, all the way up to his chest. The mole gently closed the thighs of his legs against the mouse in turn.

They both fell quiet as the time passed with the two of them spooned against each other and slowly but surely exchanged the warmth of their fur and their warm-blooded bodies. Their idle thoughts soon began to think of certain things. Warm weather; a cozy den; pleasant company of the other pokémon; and the pleasure they each could bring. Such pleasure could be peaceful, playful, teasing, taunting...perhaps even wanton.

The excadrill shook his head as he tried to clear it of such thoughts, but already he felt warmth rushing into a part of him he didn’t want exposed right then and there, especially against the pikachu’s pressing back. He tensed up a bit as evidence of his arousal became harder and harder to hide.

The pikachu didn’t fare any better. She brought the head of her tail around and hugged it close to her chest as her own thoughts waded into provocative territory. Excadrill proved more than a  good source of heat, with a body so big, strong, and surprisingly soft.

“Chaaaa,” she cooed under her breath. She closed her eyes as her imagination began to race. Vivid images of the mole’s masculine strength being used upon her filled her mind with barely any effort.

Of course she didn’t go unheard.  “Ah heh heh...you ok down there?” the excadrill asked with an awkward laugh.

The thought came to her mind to try to nip the growing mood between them in the bud, before there was a chance for things to escalate. A curt response would hopefully stop the mole’s swelling erection from prodding her any more provocatively.

The pikachu answered, “Like a horny lopunny in a den of diggersby.”

“Gnk!” the steel-clawed mole was left reeling from that comment as the remark shot ideas into his head. How blunt of an answer she gave!

A gasp quickly escaped from the pikachu’s lips. What the hell was she saying?! She buried her mouth in her tail, burning up red as a tomato as the two of them now had more fuel running in their heads to stir their personal pots further. With such images, thoughts of naughty things with each other now consumed them with no end in sight.

“You know we just met,” the excadrill reasoned.

“I know,” the pikachu agreed.

“We’re just trying to keep warm from the blizzard.”

“I know.”

“Our herds don’t trust each other. Our friends would be livid.”

“I know!”

“Our families wouldn’t like it either.”

“I know!”

“But I still want to mate with you like crazy.”

“I knooooooooooow!”

Nearly at the end of her rope, the young pikachu girl got up and spun around to confront the excadrill now lusting for her more and more by the second.

“We can’t mate just bec-!” she started to say, only to cut herself short with a gasp. Before she had a chance to look right up to the big mole’s face, her line of sight fell right upon the arousal that now lewdly displayed between the mole’s legs. Her eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropped low, and her gaze fixated solely on the excadrill’s visual proclamation of heated, pent-up lust.

The excadrill’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down to his unlikely companion in the cold, now feeling just as vulnerable as he felt needy. The idea crossed his mind to take hold of her and push the both of them over the edge, but he didn’t dare. She’d surely hate him for it.

“H-Hey, there’s still a breeze, you know,” he pointed out rather meekly, “I know you don’t want me to mate with you, but could you at least keep me covered? Pleaaaase?”

The young female’s gaze narrowed as she finally pried away her staring to look at the horny male right in the eyes. Her ears folded back as well. “You’ll mess up my pelt if I did that for you. Is that what you want? What kind of pervert are you?”

“Hey now!” the excadrill protested, tensing up as the pikachu verbally skewered him, “What kind of bipolar chick are you anyway?! You admitted you were horny not even a minute ago.”

“Yes, and it’s all your fault.”

“I’m a male. I can’t h-Whoa!”

Before the metal-clawed mole could protest any further, the pikachu promptly derailed his train of thought, again, as she took hold of him by the shaft with her paws and slipped the head of his prick right into the warm confines of her mouth. Her lips squeezed around his girth and her little, wet tongue rolled against his sensitive tip as she proceeded to indulge in him and suck him off without much warning.

As the pikachu’s head started to bob up and down between the excadrill’s legs, the big male felt such a spike in pleasure from the cute rodent that it left him speechless. He closed his eyes, spread his claws sporadically as his muscles tensed, and panted slowly and heavily as the temperature of his body rose quickly with his pleasure. His legs instinctively opened up a little more, inviting the pikachu to help herself to as much of his smooth, twitching cock as she could possibly want. Such intimate foreplay pushed out thoughts of surviving the chill of the blizzard as their carnal desire for each other now burned with far greater strength than the pitiful fire close by.

“Uuuunh!” the excadrill moaned as he leaned back his head, “B-By arceus, you’re good! Keep going!”

The blush upon the little mouse grew as she looked up to the big mole while sucking him. Just the thought of giving herself away so freely in a relationship so taboo aroused her even more. She dared to take in more of the prick at once, enveloping it nearly to the roof of her mouth as her paws grabbed a stronger hold by the hilt.

“Uaaah!” Such an escalation gave the excadrill quite the jolt. He felt his head spinning by now, even more so than whenever he drilled. By now he had started to seep from the tip, but the little pikachu lapped up the fluids without hesitance and swallowed it down. Oh, how eager she was!  That libido was outright contagious. By now they fed off each other’s warmth in increasingly unspeakable ways, even as the cold did its best to coil around them like a seviper.

The excadrill’s confidence soon rose to the heights of his pleasure. As the pikachu kept sucking, the fully erect male threw his weight forward to rise to his feet. The girl let out a mumbled yelp of surprise, for the forward motion gave her mouth a sudden thrust of cock. She stumbled back a bit as her paws dropped from the excadrill’s shaft and onto the ground. She now stood on all fours, her face still buried in the mole’s crotch.

“H-hey, I was thinking...the other side of you has got to be cold!” the clawed mole remarked suggestively as he shot down to her a grin, “I know a perfect way to warm that up! It involves penis.”

That earned him such an incredulous glare that he was punished on-the-spot with a bite. “Owowowowowowow! Teeth, teeth!” he protested, flailing his arms up and down in the process. 

With a gentle release and a few steps back, the pikachu pulled away. Though the male suffered a little pain, his erection kept quite stiff from the treatment his unlikely partner had given him. She eyed the penis for a moment, its tip just a few inches from her face.

“That was mean,” the excadrill whined, at least thankful that the sting of her fangs at least didn’t do worse.

“That line was terrible,” the pikachu rebutted, “That’s no way to seduce a girl.”

“Tch! You’re seduced as it is! Here, I’ll show you.”

The mole reached out with both of his claws. Before the little electric mouse had a chance to react, she was suddenly caught in a grip that held her by the waist.

“What are you-?” she began, but yipped as the excadrill lifted her straight up and gave her a little toss with a vertical spin. She about-faced in the air, her jagged tail smacking the excadrill’s chest in the process, and then was caught once more between those claws as they put her back down on solid ground, all the way down to all fours.

“You could’ve told me to turn around!” the pikachu protested. “You treat every girl like this?!”

“No, just you,” the excadrill answered slyly, as he began to reel in her backside to press against his crotch, “You’re really something special.”

The pikachu felt surprisingly charmed by that answer. She looked back to the excadrill with a warm smile as her tail brushed against his chest. He loomed quite close to her now as he held her firmly in his clutches. As the warmth of the mole’s cock found its way to the lips of her sex and poked eagerly against her in anticipation, it dawned on the little mouse that the big mole’s actions more than made up for his words.

She gave off a cute, little moan as the excadrill kept teasing her. “Aaanh...now you’re the one being mean,” she sighed.

“After a bite like that, what did you expect?” the excadrill taunted.

“Don’t make me wait! Aaaanh!”

“Oh, I’ll make you wait. You’re cute when you’re squirming.”

“Cooome ooooon!” the pikachu wailed.

“Well, if you insist!” the excadrill proclaimed.

Any flimsy inhibitions that had been left between them gave way like a house of cards in the wind as the excadrill pulled back, took aim, and shot a sharp, provocative, lustful strike right into the pikachu’s rear. His cock slid right into the pretty girl’s pussy, shocking her senses in the process as his sizable girth spread her wide and deep from within.

“Chaaaa!” she cried out, her body seized in a mix of pain and pleasure as the excadrill’s crotch tapped right against her and held firm.

Their conjoined privates stoked each other’s rising heat as the excadrill kept pressure on the pikachu, enjoying the tight squeeze she gave him while she let out some panting from the deep penetration given to her. As they took in their feeling of one another, excadrill finally took the lead to make both of them happy.

“Unh! G-go easy on me!” the pikachu heaved, as the excadrill rocked his hips and held the little rodent steady to sway her cute body against his own. The length of the excadrill’s malehood pumped smooth and rhythmically into her cushioned, velvety rear as her tail twitched against the mole’s chest and belly. She felt wholly enveloped by the big male’s lust, whether by the careful grasp of his claws pressing flat against her hips, the hot, excited breaths blown against the back of her head, or the sheer amount of penis that stroked her deep with every audible tap of his flesh against her own.  

“Huff...huff...d-damn...you feel good,” the excadrill panted.

“S-so do you,” the pikachu moaned.

“At this rate...gonna have...lots of eggs,” the male went on.

“I don’t care! Aaanh! You...you’re a keeper.”

“You really think so?”

“Chaaa...aaaanh....aaah!”

“D-damn!”

The excadrill’s lust skyrocketed as the moaning pikachu’s enthusiastic embrace of him instinctively raised her butt high to indulge in his every thrust. She squeezed her buttcheeks together, giving the both of them an even tighter fit, all while the churn of sexual fluids now allowed the big mole to pump into the little mouse with pleasant, plentiful lubrication. The excadrill’s instincts rushed blood into his hardened cock and energized his motions with a surge of adrenaline, all while his excited loins loaded up, eager for the imminent burst to come from the intensifying speed of his humps.

The pikachu’s paws gripped the ground tight as her moaning gave way to quickened gasps of breath. Hot damn, was she getting banged! Her body perspired as it felt like every part of her burned from raw, unrelenting sex. She never before experienced anything so wild, so intoxicating, so pure. She wanted so badly for the sensations she felt to last a long, long, time. But her energy burned rapidly, and so did the excadrill’s.

“Unf! Excadrill! Sl-!” she started.

“The name’s Torque, girl!” the steel-clawed mole replied with a huff, grinning. “You feeling warm yet?”

“I’m on fire!” the yellow rodent cried lustfully, “B-but you’ll wear us out!”

Torque didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He kept on plowing right into her as he asked, “What’s your name, little pikachu?”

She gasped in some breath in order to answer. “Joule! Aanh! It’s Joule!” She blurted out.

“Jewel?”

“Joule!” she corrected sharply, “I’m not...a rock!”

“Whatever,” Torque grunted, “Don’t worry about wearing out...”

The little pikachu felt a sudden tug that dragged her whole body in as the excadrill’s cock drove into her hard and fast. Joule squealed from the sudden jam as her jaw dropped from the spike of intensity.

“...I’ll make sure you come before that happens!” Torque finished, now giddy as he’s ever been.

“T-Torque!” Joule called out, but it was too late. The excadrill gave his all to plunge into the pikachu’s sex with the longest, hardest-hitting thrusts. He pulled out as far as the head, slid his length right back in with a yank and push, and repeated this on and on as he slapped Joule’s buttocks with enough force to bounce her forward upon her tense, trembling feet. He looked down to her as he raced the both of them to a climax, gleefully enjoying the reaction every thrust provoked.

“Chaa! Chaa! Uunh! Chaa! Aaah! Chaa! Uunh!” Joule’s mind scrambled as those powerful thrusts into the pikachu left her loudly and utterly gorging her sexual appetite, much like the sizable mole right upon her. Each of those thrusts shot wave after wave of pleasure, leaving her in such a primal state that she moaned uncontrollably for every inch of cock sliding in. The look of dizzying lust on Joule’s face was something Torque would’ve loved to see up close, but his panting, perspiring body and the building load in the hilt of his shaft told him he was real damn close to release. Any change in position now would only delay the ejaculation he craved.

“Uuuuungh! Joule!” Torque groaned, as he shut his eyes tight, ready to burst any second. “It’s almost time!”

“Do it, Torque! Do it!” Joule moaned crazily, “Make me your mate! Aaaaanh!”

Torque eagerly obliged for his petite, little lover. With one last plunge of his cock, he pinched his set of claws tightly against Joule’s hips as he grinded his crotch tight against her rear. he threw his head back and let out the longest, visceral, euphoric groan he had ever let out in his life:

“Hrrrrrrrrrrrnuuuuugh!” 

Shot after shot of the excadrill’s hot semen spewed forth from the tip of his deeply enveloped cock. Joule’s eyes popped wide as she felt the semen flush over her womb and rapidly flood the deepest confines of her pussy. It proved too much for the pikachu to withstand.

“Anh! Anh! Chyaaaaaaaaaa!”  A few stuttering gasps as Torque filled her up gave way to an orgasmic, overwhelmed shout. Her climax drove her paws straight into the ground and rose her rear high against her lover’s crotch to suck his penis right in. Her rush of fluids mixed with her lover’s seed and saturated the cock all over in a provocative, hot mess, so much so that it dripped down her inner thighs.

Once Torque filled up Joule with all the semen he could muster, he eased the grip of his claws to let her stand free. He huffed and puffed as he stood there to catch his breath, his worn body now feeling the wonderful glow of sexual satisfaction. The pikachu girl, having gone on quite a ride, slowly crumbled to the ground to lie on her stomach with her limbs stretched out. She felt a bit sore back there, but she also shared in the excadrill’s glow. Torque’s penis receded somewhat as she lied down, but it didn’t pull out quite all the way. The big male wasn’t in a rush to dismount.

“Torque,” she sighed, “You really did a number on me.”

“Hah...that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” he quipped back. “It made us forget that the blizzard blew our fire out.”

Joule’s ears twitched. “What? Oh, no.”

“Surprised you didn’t notice. You were looking right at it.”

“My mind was elsewhere, Torque,” the pikachu admitted with a blush.

Her view confirmed what Torque said. The fire she had made proved no match for the occasional gust of icy wind that had threatened to freeze the two pokémon. From their view of the cave’s entrance, said blizzard still roared on, oblivious to the turn of events it had set off.

“That blizzard just won’t go away,” Joule whined. “We ought to start-”

“Another fire?” Torque finished, “Forget that fire. We got a better one.”

Torque grinned deviously as he started to lean forward. Joule felt a sudden shift of weight behind her as the excadrill dropped down to lie right upon the pikachu.

“What are y-aaah!” the tired little mouse tried to ask, before the big mole spooned right against her, sinking his cock back into her pussy in the process.

“I say we keep mating until the blizzard’s gone,” Torque casually suggested, as he slowly grinded his body upon hers. He sighed, enjoying the feeling of Joule’s yellow pelt along his belly, as well as the ears that twitched against his chest, not to mention the slow strokes of the pikachu’s sex around his malehood.

“T-That’s crazy...that could be hours!” Joule tried to argue, but Torque’s libido easily rubbed off on her. She sounded more like she was trying to convince herself as the easy pace of the excadrill stoked her passion once more.

“Honestly? I could do this forever,” Torque answered back, “Besides, you’ll stay warm this way, won’t you?”

“...Yes,” she admitted, after much hesitance, “You’ll keep me plenty warm.”  

“Hrrrm,” Torque rumbled from his chest, the words of the cute pikachu beneath him stoking his arousal, “That’s the spirit, Joule. Let’s forget that blizzard outside and have each other.”

“Oh, Torque!” the pikachu cooed, “Have me all you want. Aaanh! Just like that.”

“Anything for you, Joule.”

The two lovers knew not when the blizzard would finally subside, when the question of what to do with their messily intertwined lives would finally confront them; nevertheless, the little pikachu and the big excadrill had no qualms in embracing each other for a long, long time in the here and now. Never had Torque felt so lucky, or Joule felt so loved. Their family and friends were in for a hell of story.