Pokemon Island, Volcanic Region...

It had been just over two months since the joining of the Growlithe pack and the Ponyta herd. Their alliance made them a veritable superpower in the region. The territorial Magmar had been rebuked and the more peaceful Charmander and Vulpix were protected from outside dangers until they were able to evolve and live on their own. It was a time of peace for the firey pokemon.
    Within the Growlithe/Ponyta territory, near a hot spring that was shared by those peaceful pokemon who did not attempt to disrupt the ambient peace, there was a well-known cave. This was the home of Lord Arcanine and Lady Rapidash. Two male guards, a large, strong-looking Growlithe and a lean, tightly-muscled Ponyta, were stationed outside of the cave's mouth. From inside the cavern entrance, the guards could hear grunts, growls, and moans. They could smell the scent of sweat and arousal, both masculine and feminine. Both guards looked on, apparently ignoring the smells and sounds of sex emanating from the cave's depths. It was their duty to watch for signs of trouble and see that their leaders' intimate time went uninterrupted. The marital status of the two great leaders of the volcanic region was known to all, of course. Though both Ponyta and Growlithe had, at first, objected to such a mating, they had soon come to accept it, once the benefits became obvious: There was now no squabbling between tribes over food, territory, or power. Harmony reigned, and it was the duty of the guard to ignore distracting thoughts, so as to stay focused on maintaining peace.
    However, even the most well-trained guards could not ignore their senses completely. The Growlithe's sheath was swollen with arousal and the flared tip of the Ponyta's member was just visible, peaking from its hiding place. In the afternoon, once relieved from their shift, both guards would go to their mates and give the lucky females a time they'd not soon forget. For now, though, they simply stood and watched the frolicking pokemon under their leaders' care.
    Deep inside the cave, out of sight from all, Lord Arcanine gave a small roar of triumph as he spilled into his lover. Rapidash shuddered and whinnied with pleasure. The heavy dog pokemon dismounted his wife and licked her dripping sex, cleaning her of any excess fluids, as he always did after their mating. The lady kept her fiery tail raised out of the way, allowing him easy access to her body. Finally, their deed done, the two mates headed for the entrance of the cave.
    "Shall we take a bath, my dear?" Arcanine inquired.
    Lady Rapidash nodded as she walked, her stride no less steady for their recent romp, thanks to the steady and sure muscles that had attracted Arcanine to her in the first place. "A fine idea, love. But let's use the spring on the other side of the lava pit; the one on this side gets a bit...noisy at this time of day." The pair stepped into the open air of their domain, the sulfer-shrouded sunlight momentarily dazzling them both.

Elsewhere on the island...

Rade had never liked living underground. Then again, Rade had never liked much of anything. The Raichu had once been a very small pokemon, even for his species. A veritable "runt of the litter". As such, he grew up with a severe inferiority complex. However, that had all changed when he had found that thunder stone. When he evolved, Rade had not grown overmuch in size, but his confidence and drive had skyrocketed. Now, he was obsessed with one thing: control.
    Rade the Raichu owned and controlled everything in his cavernous home, now. He owned the old, long-unused tracks that ran through the complex. He owned every last piece of machinery in the abandoned power plant. Most importantly of all, he owned the pokemon who lived with him. Despite not growing much in size upon evolving, it could not be disputed that Rade's power had increased dramatically with the change. No pokemon in the underground power plant dared challenge the Raichu's authority. Even the Diglett and Dugtrio, who were immune to his electric power, quailed in fear of his powerful Iron Tail. As a Pichu, Rade had been a negligible weakling, expected to die before his first year was out. As a Pikachu, he had been a small, soft fool who took all the jeers and snide name-calling in stride. Now, as a fully-evolved Raichu...Rade was a god.
    The orange pokemon padded through his domain, under the watchful gaze of his high-hanging Kakuna guards. These sentinels would always watch the passageways for Rade, apprehending any creature foolish enough to enter unannounced with their String Shots, or else slowing them down long enough for the Magnemite to raise the alarm. When Rade had declared himself ruler of the tunnels and all who lived therein, the stubborn Kakuna had been the first to resist. He had swiftly corrected them. As a show of good faith to the Kakuna for their submission, Rade had ordered the resident Electrode cleared out of the tunnels. Free from the constant threat of random explosions, the bug pokemon swiftly pledged their loyalty.
    Also adorning the cieling in less conspicuous places were the Zubat. These fluttering creatures served as Rade's personal spies. Should any pokemon speak words of dissent or treachery toward the Raichu, the Zubat would hear and report without fail. Several incursions had been averted, thanks to their excellent service, and the would-be perpetrators executed.
    Rade sighed to himself. He hated living underground; it made him feel like he was hiding from something. Of course, he could always go and live somewhere else on the island...the beach maybe...but, no. Even he couldn't convince the others to move themselves with him. He would be alone, unrespected and possibly mocked.
    Never, the Raichu thought bitterly, That will never happen again. He refused to live the rest of his life as overlord of a hole, but he needed a way to get his subjects to move. Fortunately, Rade had a plan.
    Renewing his pace, Rade made a left turn down a tunnel corridor. Soon, the natural rock gave way to cut stone and cold, rusted metal. He had entered the part of Pokemon Island that, long ago, the humans had tried to use as a remote power plant. Now the plant lay in shambles, no doubt forgotten by its original creators. Rade knew it was here, however, and he knew it still had its uses. One of those uses was a home for Rade's people.
    Entering the facility, Rade soon found himself walking among dozens of Pikachu and Pichu. These were Rade's most loyal subjects. When he had evolved into his power, Rade had whipped them into line first. Now, the Pikachu bowed as he walked past and the Pichu gazed up in awe at their powerful leader, who had organized the entire tunnel region into a peaceful, orderly society.
    Keeping himself erect and proud, Rade strode confidently past his subjects until he came to a large, closed door. Flanking the door were a pair of metal rails with power cords trailing from it. Standing beside the rails were two large, powerful-looking Electabuzz. These pokemon might be nearly as strong as Rade, enough that they could pose a threat to him, but the brutes were so incredibly dim that he knew better than to waste their offered security. Besides, Rade knew he wouldn't be needing them much longer...
    The Raichu looked confidently up at the Electabuzz. "Open it," he commanded.
    The lumbering pokemon grunted in acknowledgement and put their heavy hands upon the rails. The pair then roared out as they sent hundreds of volts into the rails, through the connecting cables, and into the electrical workings of the door. The large, metal partition groaned and squeaked as it slid itself up into the cieling, allowing Rade to enter the room beyond. Here, the Raichu found several Pikachu hard at work. They were gathered around an object. A very important object, Rade had told them. He had even declared it vital for their future that the object be preserved. These Pikachu were assigned to keep the item clean and unmarked. They had wet rags and were washing it off and doing their best to maintain it as ordered.
    Rade then found that he recognized one of the Pikachu that was on cleaning duty. The cleft in her tail identified her as female, as did her scent. Rade walked up behind the Pikachu and wrapped his paws around her waist. "Letta, my love," he whispered in her ear, "I do hope you're ready for this evening. It's going to be a glorious event, let me tell you." As he spoke, one of his paws travelled south, caressing over the Pikachu's body until it brushed against her nether lips.
    The female squirmed slightly in his grasp. "Rade...please don't do that..." Letta had known Rade since they were both Pichu. They had grown up around each other, and Rade had long ago fallen in love with the girl. Letta hadn't known the runt pokemon existed then. She certainly knew now. He had reminded her of his existance every night since he evolved. Oh, she had struggled the first few nights, but soon he had taught the female her place. He owned her now, just as he owned everything in his domain. That did not, however, stop Letta from voicing her objections at every opportunity. "Please, just let me work," she said.
    Rade gave a lick to Letta's neck. "Certainly, my dear. All must be in readiness tonight, and we all must do our part..."
    Just then, a nearby voice echoed out of thin air. "Sir, the raiding party is back, and they have the subject."
    Rade did not need to look to know whom had spoken. The Haunter had been a resident of the tunnels longer than any other pokemon there had been alive, and so made the perfect advisor for Rade. "Excellent," the Raichu said, releasing the female from his grasp, allowing her to return to her work, "send them in here immediately." As Haunter floated off through the wall to the outside once more, Rade idly licked his paw, lapping away the taste of the feminine parts he had just fondled. By the time his expected guests arrived, Rade's sheath was engorged, the tip of his bright red cock beginning to become visible. He felt no shame in having himself on display in this way; the Raichu was quite proud of his assets.
    The raiding party consisted of three Pikachu and a Magneton. The Pikachu entered the room and at once bowed on all fours, prostrating themselves before Rade. Beneath the floating, segmented body of Magneton was a large iron cage, its weight supported by the magnet pokemon's strange energies. Within the cage was a pokemon of a type not seen in this part of the island. The Vileplume was unconscious, but she was obviously strong, as her species go. Her leaves were crisp-looking and healthy, her petals huge and thick. Rade smiled a wicked smile. "Good work, my raiders... Very good work."
    The three Pikachu stood. The one who stood in front of the other two spoke for the group. "Thank you, my lord. The mission was a total success; the pokemon of the river will not notice her missing until it is too late."
    "Excellent," the Raichu said, looking over the Vileplume once more, "Now, let's get everything ready for the ceremony this evening. Finally, we will no longer be forced to live in caves! Finally, it is time for us to take control of this wretched island!" The Pikachu said nothing, reserving his judgement, but nodded to his leader. Rade turned around to see Letta, once again washing down the side of the huge egg that sat in its place in the center of the room, the light playing off of its yellow and black markings.
    "Yes...finally, it's time....."