Pikachu's First
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Title: Pikachu's First
File Name: pikachus_first.txt
Author: Crunchie
Rating: XXX
Size: 25KB
Type: lemon - yaoi - evil
Action: Brock-Pikachu, NC; Brock-James, C; Brock-James-Ash, NC;
Added: 09-07-99
Read by: Racso
Description: Brock has a thing for yet another Joy, yet takes his sexual
frustrations out on Pikachu. This begins quite a chain
of events.
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warning: This is hentai, and if you are underage, don't read this where
your closeminded parents can see this... That's all!
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It was a most beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, the sky
was a gentle babyblue, and there were lovely cotton candy clouds lazing
about. Children were playing nearby, adults could be heard murmuring some
nonsense, but none of that mattered as Brock was sitting outside gazing
longingly at Nurse Joy. This one was much prettier than all the others,
not that any of them weren't very lovely, but this one had them all beat.
Her skin seemed to glow with such a radiance, her smile outshone the sun.
An angel she seemed to be, and this was certainly heaven. Brock longed
for her 'attentions', but she was preoccupied at the moment with a
patient. He didn't mind, he could stand and watch her all day... As she
moved her breasts bounced ever so lightly, and a lock of hair fell over
one eye. She kept trying to brush it behind an ear, but it would just
come lose again. He completely drank in her image with his eyes,
memorizing her very mannerisms, right down to the number of times she
blinked in a minute. She had wonderfully perfect eyelashes. Even from his
short distance away he could admire how each one was perfectly formed,
like a lil separate work of art... Brock sighed as the sun lit upon the
back of her head, making there appear to be a halo around her head. She
looked up at him when she heard him sigh. He blushed deeply and muttered,
"I need to go for a moment." He turned to quickly walk away. "Hey Brock!"
Ash yelled, "She's not finished with Charmander yet, where are you
going?" Brock tensed... 'damn nosy brat,' shot thru his mind.
Brock looked quietly at Ash for a moment and said, "I'm going for
a walk," then more thoughtfully, "Where's Pikachu, he could use a lil
additional exercise..." Upon hearing his name, Pikachu bounded from the
bushes and looked up. "Pika..." Pikachu was just a lil offended, as he
thought he was in perfect shape. He posed for a moment to show off his
cuddly body, then assumed his place beside Brock. "Ok," Ash said, "I'm
gonna just stick around here then!" Brock waved with a hand, not
bothering to look back as he and Pikachu began to stroll off. Brock
veered off onto a path that led into some woods. "We're taking a
shortcut," he informed Pikachu. The trees soon formed a canopy of leaves
and blossoms over them, the light fragrant scent of nature lending to it
even more beauty. Pikachu began to grow a bit nervous the deeper they got
into the woods. "Piiiikaaaa." Brock glanced down, "It's ok, just a bit
farther." Finally, once they were in an area that was rather dim, Brock
stopped. Pikachu looked up at him innocently. Brock pointed to the
ground, "Pikachu, what's that?" Pikachu peered intently at the ground. So
caught up he was in this task that he didn't notice Brock pulling out
some duct tape and sneaking upon him with it. Pikachu didn't have a
chance to make a sound. Tape was thrust over his mouth, and then two
circles of rubber placed and taped over his cheeks to keep his
electricity in check. Pikachu struggled as Brock banded his hands in
front of him, then attached him to a tree. Pikachu stared fearfully at
him...
Brocks breath was racing, he could barely believe he was doing
this again. It used to be just wild pokemon, but now he had to have
Pikachu! Slowly he peeled off his clothes while eyeing Pikachu's little
pudgy yellow body. He sighed as the cool springtime breeze began washing
over his body. He was burning up with desire, he had to have sex with
something, and Pikachu would be that something. He smiled over at the
shivering ball of yellow fluff struggling to escape. "Calm down Pikachu,"
he said in his most rational and soothing voice, "We're friends, aren't
we?" Pikachu froze and turned to see Brock. His eyes widened when he saw
Brock standing completely nude, his member firm and erect. Pikachu moaned
pitifully, trying to call out for help. Lil sparks could be seen under
the rubber circles and duct tape, but they achieved nothing other than
tiring the poor little guy. Brock started walking over, while talking...
"I don't understand why it's so hard for me to meet girls. It's
like people think I'm some sort of strange nut, but no one really knows
me. If they truly knew me and understood me, they'd see I was like
everyone else. I'm like you Pikachu." He looked down and smiled at
Pikachu, his eyes had an odd far away look to them, as if his mind was
disconnected from his body. Pikachu began to struggle again. He stroked
Pikachu's ears gently. "Don't you like me anymore Pikachu? I still like
you, and I want to show you what really good friends do for each other."
A tear ran down Pikachu's right cheek, and over the duct tape. Brock
leaned forward and licked it off. "See?" Brock asked, "Friends take care
of friends." Brock ran his hand down Pikachu's back, then around to his
front. He placed it at Pikachu's crotch and began to massage gently.
Pikachu lunged forward and dug his lil fingers into the tree as a
small shock went thru his groin. What was this feeling? He was
repulsed... What was Brock doing? Brock, a friend whom he had trusted.
Pikachu squirmed a bit as an odd heat began to build, spreading rapidly
thru his groin. He looked down in surprise to see his own male member
starting to emerge. He was in a turmoil, his body was feeling such
pleasure right now, but he knew that something was wrong. He knew he had
to get away, but he couldn't.
"There now," Brock said with a smile, "I've made you feel good,
soon you can make me feel good too. But first, we must get you ready..."
Brock slid his index finger slowly into Pikachu's anus, more tears sprung
up from his eyes as the pain rippled thru his bottom. "Relax," Brock said
quietly, "You are only making it worse." Pikachu scowled under the tape
and stared into the trunk of the tree. Brock slid his finger in and out
slowly several times, humming 'pop goes the weasel' under his breath as
he did so. After a bit, he decided he could wait no longer. "Pikachu," he
said, "Get ready, I'm going to make a man outta you now." He knelt behind
Pikachu and gently slid into him. Pikachu shuddered as Brock's penis
filled him. The pain from this was much worse than the finger. Brock
grimaced and slid out just a bit, and then carefully back in. "Tight," he
gasped to himself, as Pikachu's rectum seemed to be trying to squeeze his
cock off. He sighed and slid himself again, very slowly and just a lil
bit. He knew to give it some time, that Pikachu's anus would loosen up
and make this a lil bit easier.
Sweat was soaking the fur on Pikachus face. His body was tense
from the pain in his rear, but he could feel himself beginning to relax.
His little claws flexed and chipped a bit of tree bark off. Pikachu was
becoming slightly dizzy. The tree bark, which lightly fell to the ground,
seemed to create a loud crash. Pikachu jerked as an odd feeling ripped
thru his lil body. It wasn't a painful feeling, it was just something new
and unexpected. Pikachu felt himself begin to shudder involuntarily.
"Yessss Pikachu," Brock breathed heavily into his ear, "You are enjoying
this, yet don't want to admit it." He caressed Pikachu's back and nibbled
on his right ear. Pikachu jerked suddenly as the first wave of orgasm hit
him. He felt something hit his paws. He pulled himself together and gazed
in shock at the strange sticky white substance that was dripping from his
fur.
"Pika?" He murmured beneath the tape. He was very confused by now.
Where had this come from? Suddenly, he saw more of it leap up onto his
paws. In shock he looked down, to see it springing forth from his sexual
organ. "P-pikaaa...?" He was amazed, and now too fascinated to notice the
pain darting thru his rear muscles. He watched as he sprayed his hands
and the tree bark with lil spurts and bursts of the stuff. He wanted to
taste it, feel it on his face...
He leaned forward and rolled his face in it, making soft rumbling
sounds in his throat as he did. Brock noticed this. "Are you enjoying it
now?" He asked sweetly. Pikachu nodded hesitantly... The air was full of
new scents, scents coming from him and Brock. They excited him, and made
him feel totally different. He wanted to roll around in that white stuff,
to bite softly at Brocks neck. Brock untied Pikachu's hands, then spun
him around, not removing himself all the while. Pikachu spasmed and
sprayed a bit more, this time onto Brocks chest. He could feel their
testicles bumping softly together. His lil claws dug into the earth, as
if in an attempt to keep himself from losing it totally. His left paw
shot up quickly to rip the tape from his mouth. "Piiiiikaaaa!" He
exclaimed passionately, as he was about to spend himself completely.
Brock was coming at this moment too. The feel of his semen was what had
driven Pikachu over the edge... Brock pulled out just in time to spray
Pikachu in the face. Pikachu rolled it around in his mouth, and was
rather repulsed, but knew he couldn't spit it out. He swallowed it down
and fainted promptly.
Brock heaved heavily, kneeling over Pikachu. He watched as sweat
mixed with semen dripped off his body and onto the crumpled yellow form
under him. "Shit," He muttered to himself... He rubbed his hand over the
swollen anus of Pikachu, and pulled away a hand wet with blood and semen.
"Fuck a Diglett!" He cursed, "Now I've got a real mess to clean up!"
He lifted Pikachu and began walking to a nearby stream. He lay
Pikachu down, and slipped into the stream to quickly wash himself
thoroughly clean. Once he was certain all traces were gone from him, he
waded over to Pikachu and began cleaning him up a bit. "Hmmm, I'm going
to have to think up something to tell everyone when I get back." He
wrapped Pikachu in an old wet rag that was floating down the stream. He
was dry by the time he returned to the spot, and was able to dust off his
clothes. Once dressed, he continued on his return. When he was near the
town, he began running and calling out frantically. "Help, help! Pikachu
was attacked!" "No!" Misty and Ash screamed. They ran over to help.
"What happened!?" Misty asked, looking at the bad shape he was in.
"I don't know," Brock lied to those who trusted him. "Pikachu took off
from me in the woods, after something, and it... it attacked him
apparently." "Let me thru, let me thru!" The pretty Nurse Joy exclaimed.
Ash had already snatched Pikachu away and lain him on the ground. Brock
stared in amazement at the Nurse Joy. She was unlike all the others,
there was something different about her, and he just couldn't place it!
She glanced at him for a second, and froze for just a moment as their
eyes locked. She shook her head and knelt down to look at the poor fallen
creature. Brock forgot about the emergency at hand and examined the
smoothness of her neck. Her chest rose as she gasped. "What happened to
this poor pokemon!?" She cried. Everyone looked to Brock, who just stood
there in shock. "Umm.." He stammered, "at-attacked... but you are
beautiful and smart, I know you can help him!" She frowned cutely, "Of
course I can, but people like you really should take better care of
pokemon!" Brock flinched at the harshness in her tone. He watched as
Pikachu was placed on a stretcher and carried away. He followed Nurse Joy
quietly, head hung low...
They peeked in at the clinic to watch her treat him. She was
placing a soothing ointment all over his body, and massaging it into his
fur. She placed a generous amount on his face where he was missing
patches of fur, and the skin was torn a bit. She then noticed his rear, a
swollen slightly bleeding anus. She peered incredulously. "Does he have
parasites!? What have you people done to him???" She then placed two
fingers on either side, and pulled him slightly open. A thick milky
substance came out, mixing with the little bit of blood. Brock blanched,
he realized what he had forgotten to clean. She paused for a moment,
glancing out of the corner of her eyes to see how pale Brock had gone.
"What is that?" Ash yelled, "Is he going to die?" She frowned again, "No,
now be quiet. This is a hospital." Ash silenced quickly, noting some
hostile stares.
Brock began to slip away as Nurse Joy attended to Pikachu. "Where
are you going?" Misty asked? Brock shook his head and wandered away
quietly. Ash frowned, he felt bad for Brock. Misty sighed, "He probably
feels responsible... poor guy." Ash nodded sympathetically. They turned
back to see Nurse Joy making a bandaged and medicated Pikachu comfy. She
closed the shades of the window so that only a thin gentle ray of light
could slip into the room. The clouds moving across the sky made the light
dance on the end of his nose. He was sleeping peacefully now, and
obviously out of deaths reach. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Nurse
Joy came out to them. "You two need rest as well. You've had such a
shock. Go on now, he'll be ok." They nodded and started on their way.
"Misty," Ash said suddenly realizing something as they were
leaving, "where is Brock?" She glanced around for a moment, then
shrugged. "No telling, " She said, "probably chasing some poor girl
around, staring at her with puppy eyes." Ash nodded and followed Misty on
out so they could get some rest.
Brock had slipped into an empty room of the clinic, where he
promptly broke down crying. He placed his head against the cold wall and
sobbed quietly. After a few minutes of this he felt very weak, his knees
gave away and he sank down in the dusty corner. He drug his finger thru
the dust in the wall, making random designs. Finally, he realized that
his random designs were creating the face of Nurse Joy. "Damn!" He
cursed, slamming his fist into the wall. The dust jumped a bit. The
picture fuzzed, but wasn't destroyed. He gazed at it, chuckling bitterly
to himself. Foolish, he thought, to seek refuge in this dark dusty corner
only to be haunted by her image. "I want to kiss her," He cried to
himself softly. Impulsively, he leaned forward to kiss the dusty lips of
the image, the sweet image which right now was paining him to gaze upon.
He closed his eyes, and imagined it was her. Oh, to just hear her voice
right now... In fact, it was almost as if he could hear her voice!
"Thank you..." He paused for a moment. He was certain he had heard
her voice. Really heard it, not in his head. He slowly opened his eyes to
notice light from the door filling the room, and a very familiar
silhouette on the wall. He hung his head and sighed. "Thank you," She
repeated. "For what?" He grumbled in frustration. She came over to him
and knelt down. "For liking me, it's very flattering." He looked over to
her, his cheeks streaked by the tears. "D-do you know what I did?" She
stood up at this moment and walked away to inspect the room. "hmm,
yes..." She said hesitantly. The silence filled the room again...
He waited for her condemnation. She would never forgive such a
thing, he thought to himself. I've cost myself a chance at heaven. He
jumped a bit as he felt a soft touch on his shoulders. He froze and
stared at the wall, feeling her hands slowly slide towards his chest. She
pulled him close and held him for a moment.
"What.. what are you doing?" He asked, feeling himself blush
hotly.
She leaned back to smile at him, a seductive grin replacing her
usual sweet smile... "I'm going to give you reason to stay away from
Pokemon," she said before kissing him softly on the lips. She pulled away
and looked at him solemnly, a soft smile tugging at her lips. He gazed at
her thoughtfully for a moment, then reached forward and began removing
her clothes slowly, kissing her neck lightly. She moaned softly, but
suddenly pushed him away. "Allow me," she said, turning away to lower the
top of her dress, and remove her panties. "This will have to be done
rather quickly, I have work to do." Brock was quickly removing his
clothes, and moved towards her. "In my rear," she said suddenly. Brock
stopped and stared at her cute ass, shaped so wonderfully. He
hesitated... "Go ahead," she said, "I'll be fine. I love you, and I want
you to be the first to ever come in my ass." She blushed from top to her
very lil bottom after saying this. Brock leaned forward to hug her.
"You love me? You aren't just having sex with me to stop the rape
of pokemon, but love me? ... I love you too!" he exclaimed. He heard a
small sob escape her throat... She looked down and passed to him a small
tube of lubricant. He smiled, pleased with her forward thinking. He lubed
up, then began pushing slowly into her. A melodic moan escaped her
throat. "yeeesss," she said softly. He puffed quite a bit with pride, and
began pumping a lil faster. Her breath quickened, and she jerked, pumping
against him as well. "Ah!" he began calling out, "Oh Joy, oh, I don't
think I can hold out!" She grunted and shook her head, "keep... slowly,
not too fast. Keep a pace, it'll last longer..." She then fell forward a
bit trying not to scream. She bit down on her bottom lip and shivered.
Brock reached up to run his fingers thru that beautiful hair...
So soft, he thought. He could play with her hair forever... He
caressed her hair, neck, and down her back. Suddenly, he realized
something... He stopped and stared at his hand, to which her hair was
still attached! This was when he regained a bit more of his senses, and
realized something was hitting his testicles each time she grinded
against him. She stopped suddenly when she noticed him tense up.
In what little light filtered thru the blinds on a window, Brock
stared into the face of James of Team Rocket. Too shocked to pull out, he
just stared, gaping mouth gurgling pitifully. "I'm so sorry!" James
exclaimed, tears springing up into his pretty eyes, "But for the longest
I've had a secret crush on you. You are so nice, always being helpful. I
care about Jessie, but she's always being so cruel and deceitful. She
can't love me it seems, but it seemed like I could get some love from
you..." He hung his head. "Alas, it was only love thru deception, and
that isn't true love, is it?" He looked back to see this strange look on
Brocks face, the sort of look one has when a close friend passes some
really bad and unexpected gas. "I know you must hate me now, but I really
do love you. I know this must make you sick, and you probably want to
kill me." He sobbed a bit, "I won't blame you if you kick my ass, I
certainly deserve it for what I've done... but, I can't help it, you are
so cute! Why can't all those girls out there see it???"
Brock stared at James for a long moment, and suddenly leaned
forward to kiss him. James couldn't believe it, Brock knew who he was,
yet he was still kissing him! Their lips separated breathlessly, and
Brock gasped, "Love is love, right?" He leaned his head against James'...
"I just wanted someone to love, someone beautiful. Okay, so you aren't
exactly what I dreamed of, but you are very beautiful. You are sweet,
misunderstood definitely, and damn you look good in a dress!" He kissed
James' cheek and removed the bra that held his fake breasts in place.
They fell to the floor with a *plop*. James sighed as Brock ran his hands
over his chest. Brock smiled a bit. James was nearly hairless. It was as
if puberty had decided to skip him over, to have his body keep an almost
girlish figure. Slowly he moved in and out of James, whispering sweet
words to him. James whispered back, while moaning softly. His voice had a
lovely lilt that was like music to Brock. They both came at the same
time, calling out and collapsing into a warm wet heap. They cuddled and
drowsed off to sleep in each others arms.
Outside Ash was still looking for Brock. Misty had given up and
gone shopping. Ash walked thru the clinic, looking behind every door he
saw. Finally he approached the last one. He cracked the door open and saw
two figures, cuddled... He smelled unusual scents in the air. Ash's
curiosity was peeked, and he tiptoed into the room. He was stunned to
find Brock and James, both nude, holding onto each other with blissful
smiles on their faces. "What the hell?!?" he screamed. They both leapt up
and stared at him. Ash stared at them incredulously. "What have you
done?! What is going on???"
James darted over and shut the door. Brock began quickly
explaining to a very irrational Ash. James begged Ash to calm down, but
Ash continued to rant. James finally whispered into Brocks ear, "What is
the best way to intimidate this boy, and give him reason to fear speaking
out about this?" Brock paused, then realized what he was speaking of. He
nodded and moved towards Ash. Ash lashed out, but so unsettled by the
circumstances, he stumbled and fell. James then jumped forward and pinned
him down. Ash froze when he realized James' penis was pressing hard and
erect against his thigh. Brock knelt down and began undressing him as
James held the boys mouth shut. "Mmmf!" Was all he could manage, as they
silenced him by stuffing his own underwear into his mouth. Tears welled
up in his young eyes as they turned him over. Brock held him down and
said sweetly, "You first, my dearest."
James smiled demurely, "Thank you, darling." Ash's eyes widened
even more when he realized what was happening, then came the burning pain
as James forced his way into him. "No lube for you!" He said giggling,
"You were a bad boy and now you must be punished!" The cycle of thrusting
had begun anew, but this time with a malicious intent. The pain ripped
thru Ash, and he cried like a baby. Brock reached beneath him to
manipulate his penis. Ash jerked as a strange wave of pleasure mixed with
his pain. He wriggled, but that only made the sensation in his rectum
worse. James suddenly clutched at Ash's sides as he came. The feeling of
the semen in him made him want to retch... James pulled out breathless,
and assumed the position of holding the boy down. Now it was Brocks turn
to fuck the boy. Brock did, and quite furiously too. Ash began to bleed,
and by the time they were finished he was a sniveling heap of flesh.
They cleaned up and dressed. Brock looked down at the naked boy,
curled on the floor crying. "I'll be waiting at the hotel with Misty,
don't be out too long. Oh, and if you ever tell anyone about what
occurred here, it'll hurt you too. You'll never be a pokemon master." He
then left with James, without even saying good-bye. Ash stared fearfully
at the door for quite a while, then slowly began moving. He hurt all
over, but most of all, his heart was hurting. His faith and trust in
someone close to him shattered, but he couldn't bring himself to hate
that person. He managed to clean himself and dress. Carefully he walked
out, stopping by a bathroom so he could place a wad of toilet-paper over
his ass. It was still bleeding a bit, and hurting very badly...
Back at the hotel, Misty looked up to see him staggering in.
"Where have you been?!" she exclaimed shrilly. Seeing him jump and shake
his head at her, she asked, "Are you drunk??" "No," he muttered thickly,
"I'm just, sick, I'm sick." He crawled slowly into his bed, turning away
from her so she couldn't see the tears he was crying. She shrugged and
went back to sleep.
That evening was the beginning of many evenings where Ash would
see the true side of being a Pokemon trainer. It wasn't the glorious life
he expected, not all catching and fame. There was pain, and a deeper side
where the young boys were often abused by the older male trainers. His
world had been shattered, and now he realized what had happened to
Pikachu. Even worse, he realized who had done it. Brock, a man whom he
had respected, but now feared... yet, he loved. He buried his face into
his pillow to muffle his cries. Everything had changed, but still they
were the same. He knew he'd not go off on his own, and he couldn't turn
Brock in. He would have to stay silent, and just do whatever Brock wanted
of him...
So many changes... Who would have thought Pikachu's first would
lead to so much...
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Title: Pikachu's First
File Name: pikachus_first.txt
Author: Crunchie
Rating: XXX
Size: 25KB
Type: lemon - yaoi - evil
Action: Brock-Pikachu, NC; Brock-James, C; Brock-James-Ash, NC;
Added: 09-07-99
Read by: Racso
Description: Brock has a thing for yet another Joy, yet takes his sexual
frustrations out on Pikachu. This begins quite a chain
of events.
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warning: This is hentai, and if you are underage, don't read this where
your closeminded parents can see this... That's all!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was a most beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, the sky
was a gentle babyblue, and there were lovely cotton candy clouds lazing
about. Children were playing nearby, adults could be heard murmuring some
nonsense, but none of that mattered as Brock was sitting outside gazing
longingly at Nurse Joy. This one was much prettier than all the others,
not that any of them weren't very lovely, but this one had them all beat.
Her skin seemed to glow with such a radiance, her smile outshone the sun.
An angel she seemed to be, and this was certainly heaven. Brock longed
for her 'attentions', but she was preoccupied at the moment with a
patient. He didn't mind, he could stand and watch her all day... As she
moved her breasts bounced ever so lightly, and a lock of hair fell over
one eye. She kept trying to brush it behind an ear, but it would just
come lose again. He completely drank in her image with his eyes,
memorizing her very mannerisms, right down to the number of times she
blinked in a minute. She had wonderfully perfect eyelashes. Even from his
short distance away he could admire how each one was perfectly formed,
like a lil separate work of art... Brock sighed as the sun lit upon the
back of her head, making there appear to be a halo around her head. She
looked up at him when she heard him sigh. He blushed deeply and muttered,
"I need to go for a moment." He turned to quickly walk away. "Hey Brock!"
Ash yelled, "She's not finished with Charmander yet, where are you
going?" Brock tensed... 'damn nosy brat,' shot thru his mind.
Brock looked quietly at Ash for a moment and said, "I'm going for
a walk," then more thoughtfully, "Where's Pikachu, he could use a lil
additional exercise..." Upon hearing his name, Pikachu bounded from the
bushes and looked up. "Pika..." Pikachu was just a lil offended, as he
thought he was in perfect shape. He posed for a moment to show off his
cuddly body, then assumed his place beside Brock. "Ok," Ash said, "I'm
gonna just stick around here then!" Brock waved with a hand, not
bothering to look back as he and Pikachu began to stroll off. Brock
veered off onto a path that led into some woods. "We're taking a
shortcut," he informed Pikachu. The trees soon formed a canopy of leaves
and blossoms over them, the light fragrant scent of nature lending to it
even more beauty. Pikachu began to grow a bit nervous the deeper they got
into the woods. "Piiiikaaaa." Brock glanced down, "It's ok, just a bit
farther." Finally, once they were in an area that was rather dim, Brock
stopped. Pikachu looked up at him innocently. Brock pointed to the
ground, "Pikachu, what's that?" Pikachu peered intently at the ground. So
caught up he was in this task that he didn't notice Brock pulling out
some duct tape and sneaking upon him with it. Pikachu didn't have a
chance to make a sound. Tape was thrust over his mouth, and then two
circles of rubber placed and taped over his cheeks to keep his
electricity in check. Pikachu struggled as Brock banded his hands in
front of him, then attached him to a tree. Pikachu stared fearfully at
him...
Brocks breath was racing, he could barely believe he was doing
this again. It used to be just wild pokemon, but now he had to have
Pikachu! Slowly he peeled off his clothes while eyeing Pikachu's little
pudgy yellow body. He sighed as the cool springtime breeze began washing
over his body. He was burning up with desire, he had to have sex with
something, and Pikachu would be that something. He smiled over at the
shivering ball of yellow fluff struggling to escape. "Calm down Pikachu,"
he said in his most rational and soothing voice, "We're friends, aren't
we?" Pikachu froze and turned to see Brock. His eyes widened when he saw
Brock standing completely nude, his member firm and erect. Pikachu moaned
pitifully, trying to call out for help. Lil sparks could be seen under
the rubber circles and duct tape, but they achieved nothing other than
tiring the poor little guy. Brock started walking over, while talking...
"I don't understand why it's so hard for me to meet girls. It's
like people think I'm some sort of strange nut, but no one really knows
me. If they truly knew me and understood me, they'd see I was like
everyone else. I'm like you Pikachu." He looked down and smiled at
Pikachu, his eyes had an odd far away look to them, as if his mind was
disconnected from his body. Pikachu began to struggle again. He stroked
Pikachu's ears gently. "Don't you like me anymore Pikachu? I still like
you, and I want to show you what really good friends do for each other."
A tear ran down Pikachu's right cheek, and over the duct tape. Brock
leaned forward and licked it off. "See?" Brock asked, "Friends take care
of friends." Brock ran his hand down Pikachu's back, then around to his
front. He placed it at Pikachu's crotch and began to massage gently.
Pikachu lunged forward and dug his lil fingers into the tree as a
small shock went thru his groin. What was this feeling? He was
repulsed... What was Brock doing? Brock, a friend whom he had trusted.
Pikachu squirmed a bit as an odd heat began to build, spreading rapidly
thru his groin. He looked down in surprise to see his own male member
starting to emerge. He was in a turmoil, his body was feeling such
pleasure right now, but he knew that something was wrong. He knew he had
to get away, but he couldn't.
"There now," Brock said with a smile, "I've made you feel good,
soon you can make me feel good too. But first, we must get you ready..."
Brock slid his index finger slowly into Pikachu's anus, more tears sprung
up from his eyes as the pain rippled thru his bottom. "Relax," Brock said
quietly, "You are only making it worse." Pikachu scowled under the tape
and stared into the trunk of the tree. Brock slid his finger in and out
slowly several times, humming 'pop goes the weasel' under his breath as
he did so. After a bit, he decided he could wait no longer. "Pikachu," he
said, "Get ready, I'm going to make a man outta you now." He knelt behind
Pikachu and gently slid into him. Pikachu shuddered as Brock's penis
filled him. The pain from this was much worse than the finger. Brock
grimaced and slid out just a bit, and then carefully back in. "Tight," he
gasped to himself, as Pikachu's rectum seemed to be trying to squeeze his
cock off. He sighed and slid himself again, very slowly and just a lil
bit. He knew to give it some time, that Pikachu's anus would loosen up
and make this a lil bit easier.
Sweat was soaking the fur on Pikachus face. His body was tense
from the pain in his rear, but he could feel himself beginning to relax.
His little claws flexed and chipped a bit of tree bark off. Pikachu was
becoming slightly dizzy. The tree bark, which lightly fell to the ground,
seemed to create a loud crash. Pikachu jerked as an odd feeling ripped
thru his lil body. It wasn't a painful feeling, it was just something new
and unexpected. Pikachu felt himself begin to shudder involuntarily.
"Yessss Pikachu," Brock breathed heavily into his ear, "You are enjoying
this, yet don't want to admit it." He caressed Pikachu's back and nibbled
on his right ear. Pikachu jerked suddenly as the first wave of orgasm hit
him. He felt something hit his paws. He pulled himself together and gazed
in shock at the strange sticky white substance that was dripping from his
fur.
"Pika?" He murmured beneath the tape. He was very confused by now.
Where had this come from? Suddenly, he saw more of it leap up onto his
paws. In shock he looked down, to see it springing forth from his sexual
organ. "P-pikaaa...?" He was amazed, and now too fascinated to notice the
pain darting thru his rear muscles. He watched as he sprayed his hands
and the tree bark with lil spurts and bursts of the stuff. He wanted to
taste it, feel it on his face...
He leaned forward and rolled his face in it, making soft rumbling
sounds in his throat as he did. Brock noticed this. "Are you enjoying it
now?" He asked sweetly. Pikachu nodded hesitantly... The air was full of
new scents, scents coming from him and Brock. They excited him, and made
him feel totally different. He wanted to roll around in that white stuff,
to bite softly at Brocks neck. Brock untied Pikachu's hands, then spun
him around, not removing himself all the while. Pikachu spasmed and
sprayed a bit more, this time onto Brocks chest. He could feel their
testicles bumping softly together. His lil claws dug into the earth, as
if in an attempt to keep himself from losing it totally. His left paw
shot up quickly to rip the tape from his mouth. "Piiiiikaaaa!" He
exclaimed passionately, as he was about to spend himself completely.
Brock was coming at this moment too. The feel of his semen was what had
driven Pikachu over the edge... Brock pulled out just in time to spray
Pikachu in the face. Pikachu rolled it around in his mouth, and was
rather repulsed, but knew he couldn't spit it out. He swallowed it down
and fainted promptly.
Brock heaved heavily, kneeling over Pikachu. He watched as sweat
mixed with semen dripped off his body and onto the crumpled yellow form
under him. "Shit," He muttered to himself... He rubbed his hand over the
swollen anus of Pikachu, and pulled away a hand wet with blood and semen.
"Fuck a Diglett!" He cursed, "Now I've got a real mess to clean up!"
He lifted Pikachu and began walking to a nearby stream. He lay
Pikachu down, and slipped into the stream to quickly wash himself
thoroughly clean. Once he was certain all traces were gone from him, he
waded over to Pikachu and began cleaning him up a bit. "Hmmm, I'm going
to have to think up something to tell everyone when I get back." He
wrapped Pikachu in an old wet rag that was floating down the stream. He
was dry by the time he returned to the spot, and was able to dust off his
clothes. Once dressed, he continued on his return. When he was near the
town, he began running and calling out frantically. "Help, help! Pikachu
was attacked!" "No!" Misty and Ash screamed. They ran over to help.
"What happened!?" Misty asked, looking at the bad shape he was in.
"I don't know," Brock lied to those who trusted him. "Pikachu took off
from me in the woods, after something, and it... it attacked him
apparently." "Let me thru, let me thru!" The pretty Nurse Joy exclaimed.
Ash had already snatched Pikachu away and lain him on the ground. Brock
stared in amazement at the Nurse Joy. She was unlike all the others,
there was something different about her, and he just couldn't place it!
She glanced at him for a second, and froze for just a moment as their
eyes locked. She shook her head and knelt down to look at the poor fallen
creature. Brock forgot about the emergency at hand and examined the
smoothness of her neck. Her chest rose as she gasped. "What happened to
this poor pokemon!?" She cried. Everyone looked to Brock, who just stood
there in shock. "Umm.." He stammered, "at-attacked... but you are
beautiful and smart, I know you can help him!" She frowned cutely, "Of
course I can, but people like you really should take better care of
pokemon!" Brock flinched at the harshness in her tone. He watched as
Pikachu was placed on a stretcher and carried away. He followed Nurse Joy
quietly, head hung low...
They peeked in at the clinic to watch her treat him. She was
placing a soothing ointment all over his body, and massaging it into his
fur. She placed a generous amount on his face where he was missing
patches of fur, and the skin was torn a bit. She then noticed his rear, a
swollen slightly bleeding anus. She peered incredulously. "Does he have
parasites!? What have you people done to him???" She then placed two
fingers on either side, and pulled him slightly open. A thick milky
substance came out, mixing with the little bit of blood. Brock blanched,
he realized what he had forgotten to clean. She paused for a moment,
glancing out of the corner of her eyes to see how pale Brock had gone.
"What is that?" Ash yelled, "Is he going to die?" She frowned again, "No,
now be quiet. This is a hospital." Ash silenced quickly, noting some
hostile stares.
Brock began to slip away as Nurse Joy attended to Pikachu. "Where
are you going?" Misty asked? Brock shook his head and wandered away
quietly. Ash frowned, he felt bad for Brock. Misty sighed, "He probably
feels responsible... poor guy." Ash nodded sympathetically. They turned
back to see Nurse Joy making a bandaged and medicated Pikachu comfy. She
closed the shades of the window so that only a thin gentle ray of light
could slip into the room. The clouds moving across the sky made the light
dance on the end of his nose. He was sleeping peacefully now, and
obviously out of deaths reach. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Nurse
Joy came out to them. "You two need rest as well. You've had such a
shock. Go on now, he'll be ok." They nodded and started on their way.
"Misty," Ash said suddenly realizing something as they were
leaving, "where is Brock?" She glanced around for a moment, then
shrugged. "No telling, " She said, "probably chasing some poor girl
around, staring at her with puppy eyes." Ash nodded and followed Misty on
out so they could get some rest.
Brock had slipped into an empty room of the clinic, where he
promptly broke down crying. He placed his head against the cold wall and
sobbed quietly. After a few minutes of this he felt very weak, his knees
gave away and he sank down in the dusty corner. He drug his finger thru
the dust in the wall, making random designs. Finally, he realized that
his random designs were creating the face of Nurse Joy. "Damn!" He
cursed, slamming his fist into the wall. The dust jumped a bit. The
picture fuzzed, but wasn't destroyed. He gazed at it, chuckling bitterly
to himself. Foolish, he thought, to seek refuge in this dark dusty corner
only to be haunted by her image. "I want to kiss her," He cried to
himself softly. Impulsively, he leaned forward to kiss the dusty lips of
the image, the sweet image which right now was paining him to gaze upon.
He closed his eyes, and imagined it was her. Oh, to just hear her voice
right now... In fact, it was almost as if he could hear her voice!
"Thank you..." He paused for a moment. He was certain he had heard
her voice. Really heard it, not in his head. He slowly opened his eyes to
notice light from the door filling the room, and a very familiar
silhouette on the wall. He hung his head and sighed. "Thank you," She
repeated. "For what?" He grumbled in frustration. She came over to him
and knelt down. "For liking me, it's very flattering." He looked over to
her, his cheeks streaked by the tears. "D-do you know what I did?" She
stood up at this moment and walked away to inspect the room. "hmm,
yes..." She said hesitantly. The silence filled the room again...
He waited for her condemnation. She would never forgive such a
thing, he thought to himself. I've cost myself a chance at heaven. He
jumped a bit as he felt a soft touch on his shoulders. He froze and
stared at the wall, feeling her hands slowly slide towards his chest. She
pulled him close and held him for a moment.
"What.. what are you doing?" He asked, feeling himself blush
hotly.
She leaned back to smile at him, a seductive grin replacing her
usual sweet smile... "I'm going to give you reason to stay away from
Pokemon," she said before kissing him softly on the lips. She pulled away
and looked at him solemnly, a soft smile tugging at her lips. He gazed at
her thoughtfully for a moment, then reached forward and began removing
her clothes slowly, kissing her neck lightly. She moaned softly, but
suddenly pushed him away. "Allow me," she said, turning away to lower the
top of her dress, and remove her panties. "This will have to be done
rather quickly, I have work to do." Brock was quickly removing his
clothes, and moved towards her. "In my rear," she said suddenly. Brock
stopped and stared at her cute ass, shaped so wonderfully. He
hesitated... "Go ahead," she said, "I'll be fine. I love you, and I want
you to be the first to ever come in my ass." She blushed from top to her
very lil bottom after saying this. Brock leaned forward to hug her.
"You love me? You aren't just having sex with me to stop the rape
of pokemon, but love me? ... I love you too!" he exclaimed. He heard a
small sob escape her throat... She looked down and passed to him a small
tube of lubricant. He smiled, pleased with her forward thinking. He lubed
up, then began pushing slowly into her. A melodic moan escaped her
throat. "yeeesss," she said softly. He puffed quite a bit with pride, and
began pumping a lil faster. Her breath quickened, and she jerked, pumping
against him as well. "Ah!" he began calling out, "Oh Joy, oh, I don't
think I can hold out!" She grunted and shook her head, "keep... slowly,
not too fast. Keep a pace, it'll last longer..." She then fell forward a
bit trying not to scream. She bit down on her bottom lip and shivered.
Brock reached up to run his fingers thru that beautiful hair...
So soft, he thought. He could play with her hair forever... He
caressed her hair, neck, and down her back. Suddenly, he realized
something... He stopped and stared at his hand, to which her hair was
still attached! This was when he regained a bit more of his senses, and
realized something was hitting his testicles each time she grinded
against him. She stopped suddenly when she noticed him tense up.
In what little light filtered thru the blinds on a window, Brock
stared into the face of James of Team Rocket. Too shocked to pull out, he
just stared, gaping mouth gurgling pitifully. "I'm so sorry!" James
exclaimed, tears springing up into his pretty eyes, "But for the longest
I've had a secret crush on you. You are so nice, always being helpful. I
care about Jessie, but she's always being so cruel and deceitful. She
can't love me it seems, but it seemed like I could get some love from
you..." He hung his head. "Alas, it was only love thru deception, and
that isn't true love, is it?" He looked back to see this strange look on
Brocks face, the sort of look one has when a close friend passes some
really bad and unexpected gas. "I know you must hate me now, but I really
do love you. I know this must make you sick, and you probably want to
kill me." He sobbed a bit, "I won't blame you if you kick my ass, I
certainly deserve it for what I've done... but, I can't help it, you are
so cute! Why can't all those girls out there see it???"
Brock stared at James for a long moment, and suddenly leaned
forward to kiss him. James couldn't believe it, Brock knew who he was,
yet he was still kissing him! Their lips separated breathlessly, and
Brock gasped, "Love is love, right?" He leaned his head against James'...
"I just wanted someone to love, someone beautiful. Okay, so you aren't
exactly what I dreamed of, but you are very beautiful. You are sweet,
misunderstood definitely, and damn you look good in a dress!" He kissed
James' cheek and removed the bra that held his fake breasts in place.
They fell to the floor with a *plop*. James sighed as Brock ran his hands
over his chest. Brock smiled a bit. James was nearly hairless. It was as
if puberty had decided to skip him over, to have his body keep an almost
girlish figure. Slowly he moved in and out of James, whispering sweet
words to him. James whispered back, while moaning softly. His voice had a
lovely lilt that was like music to Brock. They both came at the same
time, calling out and collapsing into a warm wet heap. They cuddled and
drowsed off to sleep in each others arms.
Outside Ash was still looking for Brock. Misty had given up and
gone shopping. Ash walked thru the clinic, looking behind every door he
saw. Finally he approached the last one. He cracked the door open and saw
two figures, cuddled... He smelled unusual scents in the air. Ash's
curiosity was peeked, and he tiptoed into the room. He was stunned to
find Brock and James, both nude, holding onto each other with blissful
smiles on their faces. "What the hell?!?" he screamed. They both leapt up
and stared at him. Ash stared at them incredulously. "What have you
done?! What is going on???"
James darted over and shut the door. Brock began quickly
explaining to a very irrational Ash. James begged Ash to calm down, but
Ash continued to rant. James finally whispered into Brocks ear, "What is
the best way to intimidate this boy, and give him reason to fear speaking
out about this?" Brock paused, then realized what he was speaking of. He
nodded and moved towards Ash. Ash lashed out, but so unsettled by the
circumstances, he stumbled and fell. James then jumped forward and pinned
him down. Ash froze when he realized James' penis was pressing hard and
erect against his thigh. Brock knelt down and began undressing him as
James held the boys mouth shut. "Mmmf!" Was all he could manage, as they
silenced him by stuffing his own underwear into his mouth. Tears welled
up in his young eyes as they turned him over. Brock held him down and
said sweetly, "You first, my dearest."
James smiled demurely, "Thank you, darling." Ash's eyes widened
even more when he realized what was happening, then came the burning pain
as James forced his way into him. "No lube for you!" He said giggling,
"You were a bad boy and now you must be punished!" The cycle of thrusting
had begun anew, but this time with a malicious intent. The pain ripped
thru Ash, and he cried like a baby. Brock reached beneath him to
manipulate his penis. Ash jerked as a strange wave of pleasure mixed with
his pain. He wriggled, but that only made the sensation in his rectum
worse. James suddenly clutched at Ash's sides as he came. The feeling of
the semen in him made him want to retch... James pulled out breathless,
and assumed the position of holding the boy down. Now it was Brocks turn
to fuck the boy. Brock did, and quite furiously too. Ash began to bleed,
and by the time they were finished he was a sniveling heap of flesh.
They cleaned up and dressed. Brock looked down at the naked boy,
curled on the floor crying. "I'll be waiting at the hotel with Misty,
don't be out too long. Oh, and if you ever tell anyone about what
occurred here, it'll hurt you too. You'll never be a pokemon master." He
then left with James, without even saying good-bye. Ash stared fearfully
at the door for quite a while, then slowly began moving. He hurt all
over, but most of all, his heart was hurting. His faith and trust in
someone close to him shattered, but he couldn't bring himself to hate
that person. He managed to clean himself and dress. Carefully he walked
out, stopping by a bathroom so he could place a wad of toilet-paper over
his ass. It was still bleeding a bit, and hurting very badly...
Back at the hotel, Misty looked up to see him staggering in.
"Where have you been?!" she exclaimed shrilly. Seeing him jump and shake
his head at her, she asked, "Are you drunk??" "No," he muttered thickly,
"I'm just, sick, I'm sick." He crawled slowly into his bed, turning away
from her so she couldn't see the tears he was crying. She shrugged and
went back to sleep.
That evening was the beginning of many evenings where Ash would
see the true side of being a Pokemon trainer. It wasn't the glorious life
he expected, not all catching and fame. There was pain, and a deeper side
where the young boys were often abused by the older male trainers. His
world had been shattered, and now he realized what had happened to
Pikachu. Even worse, he realized who had done it. Brock, a man whom he
had respected, but now feared... yet, he loved. He buried his face into
his pillow to muffle his cries. Everything had changed, but still they
were the same. He knew he'd not go off on his own, and he couldn't turn
Brock in. He would have to stay silent, and just do whatever Brock wanted
of him...
So many changes... Who would have thought Pikachu's first would
lead to so much...