the only chapter
This one pikachu was born in a city called Alverson, and she'd lived there all of her life. She was never named, but we can call her Pikachu, because that's convenient. Pikachu grew up eating food people tossed to her in parks or restaurants. There was always plenty for her to eat, but she learned that she could get people to give her food faster if she acted really cute in front of them. By the time this story starts, she'd learned that the best way to get fed was to stand up on her hind legs, look right into her mark's eyes, and let out an inquisitive little "chuuuuu?" That always got them good.
So Pikachu was out on the town one evening. She'd already eaten plenty that day, and she was looking for something to do. Normally there would be groups of high school and college students wandering about ready to take her on adventures with them, but tonight the sidewalks were empty. All the cars seemed to be heading towards the east; running up to one and exuding cuteness easily got her a free ride. Within ten minutes, she was in a clearing in the forest, surrounded by loud music and flashing lights.
Everybody was happy. People were grinning and dancing... others were watching with looks of insane awe. She wandered out among the sidelines, and all the humans near her were eager to touch and pet her. The attention was nice, but she was confused... what was different about these people? One of them in particular seemed popular - what was he handing out? Sugar cubes? She'd eaten a sugar cube once, and it was amazing! Awesome. She ran up to him and pulled her cutest "give that to me" face.
Three people around her had heart attacks from the beams of cuteness she emanated. She didn't notice, and neither did the drug dealer. He knew exactly what she wanted. "Hold on a bit," he said, smiling, and crushed up one of his LSD doses, careful to offer her a dose proportional to her body weight. Pikachu thought it a bit stingy of him not to give her an entire cube, but she happily licked up the sugar from the mirror it was proffered on. Satisfied, she continued to walk around the outskirts of the rave.
After about ten minutes, Pikachu noticed something was different. The flashing lights were brighter, the music was suddenly mind-boggling. She staggered off against a tree.
Over the next thirty minutes, Pikachu was in a daze. Strange energies were entering her body, pulling her in random directions. She twitched and jerked, afraid. But the people around her always comforted her, and at one point she was suddenly extremely aware of everything around her. She breathed deeply, and the air was more delicious and invigorating than it had ever been. Relieved, she got up to further explore the party.
The patterns were everywhere, and she was amazed she'd never seen them before. She saw the breath of life in every person, and she was overjoyed to be part of the same world as them. The music foretold her every thought. She felt that she and the entire universe were being created by the beautiful music engulfing her. She slumped against the ground and closed her eyes in a state of bliss.
Without the unnecessary visual stimulation, she realized that all of the amazing energy she was feeling was sexual. She writhed with the sounds all around her, clamping her hind legs tight. Warmth flowed through her body, originating sharply from her clitoris. In ecstasy, she lowered a front paw between her legs and let out a deep "chuuuu" with a squeakily frantic end.
Pikachu was rubbing her clit with the pads of her paw. Though she'd done it so many times before, tonight it had universal significance. She was fixing galaxies with her masturbation. She dipped her paw into her dripping vagina, and the happiness she was bringing shifted to a transdimensional scale. The tension built in her abdomen and hind legs; she held her tail taut. Suddenly she was crying out. Her lower body was convulsing with pleasure. She felt her vagina pushing its lubricant to the outside, and she cried out again. Bursts of color and tears flooded her eyes, and everything was perfect. She opened her eyes in the afterglow.
A group of eleven high school boys and girls had surrounded her, staring and breathing heavily. Eight of them had hands on their breasts or genitals, and three of them were drooling. Pikachu started, feeling awkwardness for the first time. One of the girls (we'll call her Jen) picked her up and hugged her, and the feeling soon dissolved into openness and love. "I know where to take you," said Jen, and carried her off into a trailer a few hundred feet away from the party. There was a construction paper cutout of a heart on the door.
The smell of sex was overwhelming. Humans were copulating everywhere, and Pikachu was frantically aroused. She pushed her face against Jen's breasts and nuzzled her hips closer to Jen's body, and she felt Jen draw a ragged breath. The next thing Pikachu knew, they were alone in a small room with a bed.
Jen had laid down on a bed, and Pikachu was sure she was dissolving into Jen's body, both of them straining in a mass of joy. Pikachu was rubbing her face against Jen's breasts, and Jen was rubbing herself through her shorts. Pikachu could smell Jen becoming aroused, and felt herself getting wet again. Jen took off her shirt, and Pikachu was rubbing her slick vulva against Jen's torso, licking the bottoms of her breasts. Jen was completely naked. She was fingering herself.
Jen was coming, and the smell was intoxicating. Pikachu had crawled towards Jen's face, and was rubbing her pussy against Jen's erect nipple. Jen was bucking her hips and gasping, and Pikachu felt their egos merge in love for a moment. Jen picked her up, smiling, and set her down on the bed, facing away from her. A warm wetness surrounded Pikachu's clit, and her front legs crumbled with pleasure. She was forcing her hindquarters into Jen's tongue as hard as she could. Every moment felt like an orgasm, but she knew the best was still building. Jen thrust the tip of her tongue into Pikachu's vagina, and soon felt it convulsing around her. Warm, thick liquid flowed out onto Jen's lips, and she licked it up as Pikachu quivered and pressed onto her tongue.
Pikachu was catching her breath, and turned around to stare adoringly at Jen's face. She climbed back onto Jen's midsection and rested her head on Jen's breasts. Jen was reaching under the bed, and soon pulled out a shoebox. Inside were two smooth, oddly-shaped rubber rods, one larger with a knob on the end, one smaller with a wire and plastic box. Jen twisted a dial on the box, and the smaller rod started vibrating. Pikachu was confused until it touched her vulva.
It was good. It was so good. Pikachu writhed against it, licking Jen's chin and lips. Tears were flowing from Pikachu's eyes; she was coming. She felt the motion of the vibrator against her pussy grow slicker... soon it was entering her. She was being fucked by God. She looked back - Jen had turned on the larger vibrator and was thrusting it inside of herself. Pikachu was watching it; Pikachu was coming again. Her knees gave out. She was pouring her juices all over Jen's chest. Jen was watching the cum spread across her skin, and soon she was coming too. The sheets were soaked beneath her, and Pikachu was still writhing against the vibrator Jen was holding inside of her.
Jen angled the vibrator slightly toward Pikachu's
stomach, and the sensations deepened inexplicably. Pikachu felt an unprecedented sexual force growing within her as her g-spot was touched for the first time. A part of her was swelling as the vibrator pressed against it, and the swelling was pleasure, and the pleasure was becoming forceful, almost unbearably forceful. The tension grew tighter, the pressure broke, and suddenly the world was color and movement and happiness. Liquid was streaming from her urethra and vagina onto Jen's chest and breasts, and she was squealing uncontrollably. Jen's body grew tight, then suddenly released and arched as the two writhed together in bliss. The vibrators stopped, and both lay still, exhausted.
Once they'd both sobered up a bit, Jen took a long walk home with Pikachu following her. They went their separate ways at the doorstep, but were unashamed at the night they'd spent together. Until Jen moved away for college, Pikachu never had an uneventful evening.
So Pikachu was out on the town one evening. She'd already eaten plenty that day, and she was looking for something to do. Normally there would be groups of high school and college students wandering about ready to take her on adventures with them, but tonight the sidewalks were empty. All the cars seemed to be heading towards the east; running up to one and exuding cuteness easily got her a free ride. Within ten minutes, she was in a clearing in the forest, surrounded by loud music and flashing lights.
Everybody was happy. People were grinning and dancing... others were watching with looks of insane awe. She wandered out among the sidelines, and all the humans near her were eager to touch and pet her. The attention was nice, but she was confused... what was different about these people? One of them in particular seemed popular - what was he handing out? Sugar cubes? She'd eaten a sugar cube once, and it was amazing! Awesome. She ran up to him and pulled her cutest "give that to me" face.
Three people around her had heart attacks from the beams of cuteness she emanated. She didn't notice, and neither did the drug dealer. He knew exactly what she wanted. "Hold on a bit," he said, smiling, and crushed up one of his LSD doses, careful to offer her a dose proportional to her body weight. Pikachu thought it a bit stingy of him not to give her an entire cube, but she happily licked up the sugar from the mirror it was proffered on. Satisfied, she continued to walk around the outskirts of the rave.
After about ten minutes, Pikachu noticed something was different. The flashing lights were brighter, the music was suddenly mind-boggling. She staggered off against a tree.
Over the next thirty minutes, Pikachu was in a daze. Strange energies were entering her body, pulling her in random directions. She twitched and jerked, afraid. But the people around her always comforted her, and at one point she was suddenly extremely aware of everything around her. She breathed deeply, and the air was more delicious and invigorating than it had ever been. Relieved, she got up to further explore the party.
The patterns were everywhere, and she was amazed she'd never seen them before. She saw the breath of life in every person, and she was overjoyed to be part of the same world as them. The music foretold her every thought. She felt that she and the entire universe were being created by the beautiful music engulfing her. She slumped against the ground and closed her eyes in a state of bliss.
Without the unnecessary visual stimulation, she realized that all of the amazing energy she was feeling was sexual. She writhed with the sounds all around her, clamping her hind legs tight. Warmth flowed through her body, originating sharply from her clitoris. In ecstasy, she lowered a front paw between her legs and let out a deep "chuuuu" with a squeakily frantic end.
Pikachu was rubbing her clit with the pads of her paw. Though she'd done it so many times before, tonight it had universal significance. She was fixing galaxies with her masturbation. She dipped her paw into her dripping vagina, and the happiness she was bringing shifted to a transdimensional scale. The tension built in her abdomen and hind legs; she held her tail taut. Suddenly she was crying out. Her lower body was convulsing with pleasure. She felt her vagina pushing its lubricant to the outside, and she cried out again. Bursts of color and tears flooded her eyes, and everything was perfect. She opened her eyes in the afterglow.
A group of eleven high school boys and girls had surrounded her, staring and breathing heavily. Eight of them had hands on their breasts or genitals, and three of them were drooling. Pikachu started, feeling awkwardness for the first time. One of the girls (we'll call her Jen) picked her up and hugged her, and the feeling soon dissolved into openness and love. "I know where to take you," said Jen, and carried her off into a trailer a few hundred feet away from the party. There was a construction paper cutout of a heart on the door.
The smell of sex was overwhelming. Humans were copulating everywhere, and Pikachu was frantically aroused. She pushed her face against Jen's breasts and nuzzled her hips closer to Jen's body, and she felt Jen draw a ragged breath. The next thing Pikachu knew, they were alone in a small room with a bed.
Jen had laid down on a bed, and Pikachu was sure she was dissolving into Jen's body, both of them straining in a mass of joy. Pikachu was rubbing her face against Jen's breasts, and Jen was rubbing herself through her shorts. Pikachu could smell Jen becoming aroused, and felt herself getting wet again. Jen took off her shirt, and Pikachu was rubbing her slick vulva against Jen's torso, licking the bottoms of her breasts. Jen was completely naked. She was fingering herself.
Jen was coming, and the smell was intoxicating. Pikachu had crawled towards Jen's face, and was rubbing her pussy against Jen's erect nipple. Jen was bucking her hips and gasping, and Pikachu felt their egos merge in love for a moment. Jen picked her up, smiling, and set her down on the bed, facing away from her. A warm wetness surrounded Pikachu's clit, and her front legs crumbled with pleasure. She was forcing her hindquarters into Jen's tongue as hard as she could. Every moment felt like an orgasm, but she knew the best was still building. Jen thrust the tip of her tongue into Pikachu's vagina, and soon felt it convulsing around her. Warm, thick liquid flowed out onto Jen's lips, and she licked it up as Pikachu quivered and pressed onto her tongue.
Pikachu was catching her breath, and turned around to stare adoringly at Jen's face. She climbed back onto Jen's midsection and rested her head on Jen's breasts. Jen was reaching under the bed, and soon pulled out a shoebox. Inside were two smooth, oddly-shaped rubber rods, one larger with a knob on the end, one smaller with a wire and plastic box. Jen twisted a dial on the box, and the smaller rod started vibrating. Pikachu was confused until it touched her vulva.
It was good. It was so good. Pikachu writhed against it, licking Jen's chin and lips. Tears were flowing from Pikachu's eyes; she was coming. She felt the motion of the vibrator against her pussy grow slicker... soon it was entering her. She was being fucked by God. She looked back - Jen had turned on the larger vibrator and was thrusting it inside of herself. Pikachu was watching it; Pikachu was coming again. Her knees gave out. She was pouring her juices all over Jen's chest. Jen was watching the cum spread across her skin, and soon she was coming too. The sheets were soaked beneath her, and Pikachu was still writhing against the vibrator Jen was holding inside of her.
Jen angled the vibrator slightly toward Pikachu's
stomach, and the sensations deepened inexplicably. Pikachu felt an unprecedented sexual force growing within her as her g-spot was touched for the first time. A part of her was swelling as the vibrator pressed against it, and the swelling was pleasure, and the pleasure was becoming forceful, almost unbearably forceful. The tension grew tighter, the pressure broke, and suddenly the world was color and movement and happiness. Liquid was streaming from her urethra and vagina onto Jen's chest and breasts, and she was squealing uncontrollably. Jen's body grew tight, then suddenly released and arched as the two writhed together in bliss. The vibrators stopped, and both lay still, exhausted.
Once they'd both sobered up a bit, Jen took a long walk home with Pikachu following her. They went their separate ways at the doorstep, but were unashamed at the night they'd spent together. Until Jen moved away for college, Pikachu never had an uneventful evening.