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Serene, that was what it was. The woods were quiet, but for the occasional calls of pidgey and spearow, and the sun broke the thick canopy every so often, leaving warm bright patches. It was in one of these that Pikachu sat sunning himself. The gang had been traveling along in this forest for several days, en route to the next town, although in no particular hurry; there were many pokémon around, and Ash was eagerly looking for potential new team members along the way.

Yesterday, they'd made camp in a wide clearing, on good flat ground and with a pair of large trees in the middle, almost asking to be used for a clothing and dish drying line. There was a small, smudged, black patch in the center of a ring of stones that said they were not the first travelers to be through here in the past year, but they'd seen no others yesterday or the day before. What made this spot so perfect was the small lake and stream nearby, the water flowing cool and clear. Brock immediately identified it as a place with plenty of edible flora; Misty immediately identified it as a place prime for swimming; and Ash had immediately tripped over his feet in his eagerness to go scouting in search of wild pokémon that likely came to the lake for a drink. Pikachu liked the place on sight, and hoped they'd stay there a while to relax. His wish had been granted.

Ash had given him the afternoon to wander off, so long as he didn't get into trouble. Not that he wouldâ�"it was a rare pokémon that could stand against him these days, without a trainer's guidance. Besides, who would pick a fight in a place like this? He'd wandered until he found this large boulder in a clear patch of sun and decided to stretch out for a while. He'd given himself a good cleaning, better than he'd had time for in weeks. He'd licked the dirt out of his fur until his coat was the soft, bright yellow that Misty so adored. He'd even taken the opportunity to lick himself.

It was a pleasure he was rarely afforded. Ash would always tell him to knock it off when he was around, which was nearly always. Apparently, humans thought the act inappropriate. Pikachu however, found nothing wrong with occasionally stopping and pawing between his legs until his erection reached full length around the bottom of his sternum, then bending himself double to engulf it and lick and suck until he was satisfied. Occasionally, he would even spice it up with mental imagery. This was one such occasion, although the images he conjured were entirely novel to him.

***

This morning, he'd awoken early and discovered Brock attending to himself near the tree line while Ash and Misty slept. "Strange humans and their need for privacy..." Brock was not simply pawing at himself. He had in his left hand a stack of papers which he would occasionally pause to look at before redoubling his efforts. Before leaving camp, Pikachu had investigated what Brock had been looking at. He'd crawled into Brock's pack after the gang had dispersed to their various activities, and pulled out the papers which Brock had obviously taken some care to hide.

What he saw amused him. They were artwork, done from the look of it by Brock's own hand, depicting himself in a wide array of sequences involving usually either Officer Jenny or Nurse Joy, and always culminating in sex. "He's not a bad artist," thought Pikachu, "although the fact that he'd need to see his own fantasies to please himself is a bit odd." Apparently, Brock often imagined himself disrobing his subject, followed by mutual caressing, after which Brock would often suck on her nipples, eventually moving lower to please her orally. Sometimes she would reciprocate, other times they would proceed directly to the copulation. Pikachu concluded that he was looking at a rough depiction of human mating practices. He was intrigued.

***

Though the thought had never occurred to him before, the prospect of satisfying himself with a particular human appealed to Pikachu, especially given the stark absence of opportunities with other pokémon which resulted from his traveling with Ash. The logistics involved still gave him ponder though. Today, as he lay in his self-induced afterglow, he contemplated how he might bring to fruition his most recent fantasy: mating with Misty.

No doubt, she found him cute. But how to get her to see him sexually, to get her out of those annoying clothes... Well, now at least that made sense, the clothing and the aversion to sexual openness. Although the epiphany that they were related did no more to help him overcome them. Or perhaps it did; maybe if he were to make a sexual gesture, she'd take her clothes off, rather than, as he'd originally considered, trying to catch her naked and make some sort of move. Still, if he just laid it on the line, he wasn't sure Misty would see it or take it right. He couldn't go straight for the goods. He'd have to be subtle.

The sound of a splash brought him out of his reverie. He hadn't realized how close he was to the lake, although now that the wind was shifting, he could smell it. He decided he'd rested long enough, so he got up and walked towards the lake. As he approached, he found a pretty spectacle of nature: in this part of the lake, there were small cliffs, easy to climb even for him, but tall enough to give a great view of the lake and the woods around. He approached the edge and looked down.

***

Misty had immediately fancied a swim when she saw this lake. The water was crystal clear and just the perfect temperature. She'd let her pokémon out when they'd arrived, but after lunch she'd felt like swimming alone and leaving them at camp. She was free to go exploring the far side of the lake at her leisure. She'd been very pleased to find the cliffs, and wondered if the bottom was deep enough to jump from them. She'd felt along the face for sharp protrusions, and finding none, took a deep breath and swam for the bottom. After about fifteen feet, she ran out of air and turned back for the surface. Several more dives had confirmed that the bottom was very deep here, and she was free to cliff jump.

Up she'd climbed, but as she was about to jump, she had to stop to take in the scene. It was beautiful, magical, a natural paradise! It took her breath away, and brought moisture to her eyes. She was so happy they'd found this place, and she'd have to bring Ash and Brock over here to see this. Later. Now, swimming. And with that she dove, arching herself gracefully in the air and sliding smoothly in, making hardly a splash. She surfaced and floated on her back for a little while, enjoying the cool water.

"Piiika!" She looked up to see Pikachu on the cliff she'd just jumped from, waving to her. She smiled and shouted back, "Hey Pikachu! Jump in, the water's great!" She saw Pikachu hesitate, looking at the size of the drop. Looking back up at her, "pika?" "It's fine," she assured him. When he backed out of sight away from the cliff's edge, she was afraid he wouldn't do it, but with a loud "Piiikaaaaaa," over came Pikachu. He tucked himself into what looked like an adorably poor attempt at a cannonball, and landed just next to her, making a hearty splash. They swam together for a while.

When Misty noticed her teeth starting to chatter, she decided it was time to hop out and dry off. Her towel was back on the side near camp, but there were probably sunny patches nearby that she could use to warm up.

"Oh," she exclaimed, as her thoughts were interrupted by the shock of cold water hitting her. Pikachu had just gotten out next to her, and began to shake himself dry. The devious little smirk on his face told her that splashing all over her wasn't at all accidental. "Why you evil little pipsqueak," she yelled, feigning anger and trying to grab the little mouse before he could get away.

The chase was on! Pikachu used a burst of Agility to dodge her grab, leap over her hands and run off for the trail, making sure he moved slowly enough to keep her hot on his heels. He led her back to the rock he'd been warming himself on and scrambled up to the top before turning to face Misty, a huge grin on his face. "Pikapi," he had time to say before Misty caught up and scooped him off the rock, hugging him to her. "Gotcha," Misty declared, to which Pikachu mockingly rolled his eyes, only causing her to squeeze him tighter. "Well, at least you're warm, you little rat!"

And then she looked around at where they were. Pikachu watched the realization spread across Misty's face that he'd led her to an absolutely perfect place to warm up. There he lay, cradled like a baby against her chest, watching her playful grin turn into an appreciative smile, when he realized that he was getting gently poked in the cheek by a cold-hardened nipple. And then he knew what he was going to do.

He snuggled. A very small movement, never taking his eyes from Misty's face, with all appearances of complete innocence, yet it was enough to snap Misty's attention back to him. "Did you mean to lead me here, Pikachu?" Misty asked. "Pika pikaa," he replied, nodding. "You sure picked a good spot," she told him, petting him behind the ears. Pikachu yawned, and snuggled in a little closer, still looking up at Misty, and being as cute as he could. She gave him one more pet before settling herself on the rock, taking advantage of a chair-like natural formation that the sun had been warming.

"You look ready for a nap there, Pikachu," she said. Pikachu blinked his eyes slowly, nodding, before snuggling in some more. Misty looked at him there, before staring off into space. Pikachu nuzzled in again, more deliberately. To Misty, this would look like him trying to fluff the 'pillow' just right to sleep, despite finding a hard spot right by his cheek. However, as he'd hoped, the hard spot only got harder.

He rubbed his cheek up and down the nipple, still keeping up the thin charade of trying to find a comfortable napping place until he felt the rhythm of Misty's breathing start to quicken. He looked up to see that while her gaze was still off in space, there was a more deliberate cast to her eyes. She was making an effort not to respond to his caressing. Most likely, Misty still thought that this was inadvertent, and didn't want to ruin his nap for him by pulling him away. Time to show his true colors...

The faintest bit of electricity emanated from his cheek, right into Misty's nipple. It wasn't enough to hurt much, but she sure felt it. Misty looked down just in time to see Pikachu turn his head towards her chest, and nuzzle her nipple with his nose. After the shock, it was very sensitive, and Pikachu looked like he was trying his hardest to stimulate it. She was too stunned to pull him away.

"P- Pikachu," she asked, in a voice that quivered slightly. Pikachu paused his ministrations to look into her eyes. "Pi, pika pika," he said, smiling warmly. When he turned his head back, his mouth opened, and he began to lick at Misty through her swimsuit. She gasped. And she didn't pull him away.

It was as he'd hoped: he'd gotten her feeling good too fast for her conflicting thoughts to stop him. Even though he was a long way from his goal, he'd taken a massive stride forward. If only he could keep up this momentum...

"Hey Misty!" With a rustle, Ash emerged from the foliage behind them. Pikachu immediately desisted, not wanting Ash to know what they'd been up to, and Misty quickly closed her previously agape mouth and lifted his head up to hide the state of her nipples. "Oh, h- Hi Ash," Misty replied, quickly regaining her composure. "Did you catch any pokémon?"

"I got close, I think," said Ash, "I was following something big, but I lost track of it. I could have used your help there Pikachu. You up for taking a stab at it tomorrow?" Pikachu nodded enthusiastically, following Misty's lead. "How about you two? What have you been doing?"

"Swimming," replied Misty. "I also saw the most amazing, beautiful thing ever! Here, come see." She led Ash back to the cliff that she and Pikachu had jumped from. The sun was beginning to set, setting the sky awash with rich colors, and all of it doubled on the surface of the lake. Misty could not have asked for a better show for him. It was completely wasted on Ash. "So what did you want me to see, Misty?" he asked impatiently. "Oh, never mind," she nearly shouted, frustrated by how he could be so thick.

"Hey guys," called Brock, coming up behind them. "How have you guys been dâ�"wow! What a view. Isn't the lake gorgeous?" Ash replied first, "You're right Brock, that is really nice. What do you think, Misty?" Misty wanted to punch him.

***

Back in camp, they all shared their days. Brock had recounted all the foods he'd foraged for. It seemed like he hadn't accounted for half of his day, and Pikachu noted some ink on his hands. However, the dinner he'd served them certainly hadn't been lacking. Ash told his story of this humongous pokémon he'd come this close to catching. Misty talked about the scenery she'd found. The whole time, Pikachu sat on Misty's lap, leaning back against her chest. When it seemed nobody was looking, he'd twitch an ear across one of her nipples, inevitably eliciting a squirm.

When it came time for bed, Ash asked him if he was ready to turn in. He nodded, and then jerked his head towards Misty, before cocking it to the side and asking, "Pi pika, pikachu?" "You want to sleep in Misty's tent tonight?" Ash seemed mildly peeved that his friend wouldn't want to be in his tent, even though this certainly wasn't the first time. He wasn't going to put up a fuss about it though. "Pika," replied Pikachu, nodding. "That okay with you, Misty?" She had the briefest hesitation, but she replied with a falsely enthusiastic, "Sure!" And with that, they said their goodnights, and went to their respective tents.

Once the two were alone in Misty's tent, she decided it was time to figure out what was going on. "Pikachu," she began in a tone that was intended to be firm but not unkind, but then she trailed off. She didn't really know what to say, what to ask. She looked at the little pokémon sitting in front of her. He looked all relaxed, but still had that adorable smile on his face and the usual twinkle in his eyes. "He's so cute! Gosh, how can I possibly be stern with him? He probably doesn't even know what he was doing." She scooped him up, kissed him on the forehead, hugged him, and then set him down to get into her sleeping bag. She held up the top layer so that he could get in and be warm beside her, and he followed, clambering up to lay down on her belly, eyes looking straight into hers.

"You're cute. Any you know it too, and you're trying to milk it for all it's worth, aren't you," she asked him. He winked at her, and lowered his head so she could scratch behind his ears, a request to which she obliged. After a minute or so, he crawled forward so that she could scratch his neck. Her scratching gave way to a more relaxed petting, from the top of his head, down to his neck. He moved up farther. Now her petting ran all the way down to the middle of his back.

Pikachu continued to slowly inch up. Once he reached Misty's nipple, he began to nuzzle through her shirt in small, slow circles. As he continued, he noticed that Misty's breath was coming at a more uneven rate, and she was applying more pressure in her petting, especially on his head. Trying to provoke a move from Misty, he switched nipples, and after mere moments, he was rewarded.

When Misty's hands ceased their petting to grip him around the middle and pull him downwards, he was afraid the jig was up. He was thrilled when instead, Misty brought him back up, this time under her shirt. As she set him down on her bare belly, she used her thumbs to pull up her bra, baring one nipple to him. Without a moment's hesitation, he took it in his mouth, nibbling gently, licking, sucking, whatever felt right to him. And Misty loved it.

"Hold on, Pikachu," she whispered, pulling her shirt up so that she could look at him. "Pika," he asked. "My bra is rubbing my chest, and that's starting to hurt. Give me a second, okay?" Pikachu stepped back from the nipple and climbed off so that Misty could sit up, pull off her suspenders and lift off her shirt. Pikachu watched in awe as she reached around back and undid her bra. As an afterthought, Misty pulled off her shorts as well so that she wouldn't accidentally lay down on the metal clasps of her suspenders. She was left in only her panties.

She sat there looking at the expression on Pikachu's face. What she interpreted as curiosity, Pikachu knew was desire. But he read her face plainly enough: she wanted more, and he was eager to give it. He stepped forward again, and she picked him up and cradled him like a baby, making sure to set his mouth against her nipple.

She didn't know how, but the next thing she knew, she was lying down on her back again, with Pikachu on top of her, still sucking away. Another heavy-eyed blink and he wasn't on her chest anymore. It took her a moment to come to her senses enough to realize where he'd gone. She didn't see anything of Pikachu but his lightning bolt tail sticking our from under her blanket, but she felt his weight on the bottom of her pelvis, and the tension of the elastic band of her panties pulling tight against her butt.

When his tongue came down on her, it was all she could do not to cry out. The shock of being licked where nobody had ever touched her before was only exceeded by how amazingly good it felt. While some part of her knew that she shouldn't just lie there and allow herself to be licked out by a pokémon, she was already too far absorbed in the sensations to stop him. So instead, as Pikachu's licking increased, she reached down to pull her panties down her thighs, then scrunched herself to get them over her knees, down her ankles, and off, without ever closing her legs to Pikachu.

Misty lay naked and spread below him. Still, he remained patient; even though she would allow him to lick around the outside, he still doubted that he could enter yet without her objecting, so he climbed down to place himself between Misty's thighs and plunged his face forward. His small, rapid licks fell high and low as he determined the lay of Misty's land. Towards the back, she deepened, and that was where he would need to aim. The sides were fleshy, the warm skin yielding enough for him to nibble. He licked up the center towards the front, and there, where the flesh came together, he found something surprising.

When his tongue rasped forwards there, Misty's attempts to be silent were momentarily unsuccessful, and her hips bucked hard enough to hurt Pikachu's nose. He'd discovered a very sensitive place. Using his forepaws to gently pull the flesh away, Pikachu exposed what looked to him like another nipple. This new 'nipple' he gave the same treatment as he had the other two.

Misty could no longer hold still, nor contain the gasps and squeals that shook from her. Pikachu continued trying to nibble at a moving target, causing Misty to shudder every which way. The scents and tastes gradually increased as Misty's own fluids overtook Pikachu's saliva. Still the little pokémon persisted.

Now he could make his move. A few more licks as he positioned himself, and he was ready to plunge in. "Pikachu!," Misty exclaimed in a voice that mixed scream and whisper, and she suddenly reached forward and lifted him up, only instants before he was going to attack. After catching her breath, Misty told him, "I can't take any more without screaming. I don't know what you're doing, it was wonderful but I felt like I was about to faint, or die, or, orâ�"explode! I don't know." She just stared at him, his mixture of concern and disappointment. He was adorable.

"Oh come here!" And with that, she pulled him to her lips, and kissed him on the mouth. Twice, and more. She held him to her face, kissing and nuzzling him. Pikachu, slightly confused, nuzzled back as best he could. She was all over him with kisses, nuzzles, even licks that seemed to want to get into his mouth. Pikachu took it patiently until Misty's passion had subsided slightly, and she calmed down enough to release him from her embrace. She hadn't tried to reciprocate his attentions as the girls in Brock's art had, although if she'd just let him go back to where he was, that'd be just fine. He wanted to pick up where he'd left off.

He stepped back slightly and stood between Misty's breasts looking up into her glimmering eyes, and then cocked his head back over his shoulder. "Chu?" Misty panted several times more, and then she nodded a small, slow nod, still nervous that if he kept licking her like that, she'd overload.

Pikachu turned and saw Misty spreading her thighs for him once more. She covered her face with her pillow so that if a scream did escape her, she'd be less likely to wake up Brock and Ash, although at this point, she was so hot that she might not have cared. She just wanted that tongue to come back. By the time she had completed the thought, it did.

Pikachu picked a gentler approach this time, still burying his face and licking aggressively, but he did it more slowly, and only cast sparing attention to that sensitive nub. Slowly, Misty got worked back up. The flavors began to swirl and the heat and moisture returned. Misty lay warm and ready and this time Pikachu would have her. He kept up his ministrations, while edging his lower half closer.

He raised his head, and now it was no longer his tongue rubbing at Misty. Several times he kneaded her warm flesh until he too was well coated. He looked up at her, over the smooth skin, the small inny bellybutton, the gently heaving breasts, and her face. Her mouth hung open, and she was slowly letting the pillow slide from her face. She looked so perfect, lying spread before him, ready for the taking.

Without another moment's hesitation, he took her. He lunged his body forward to place his forepaws above Misty's legs to get a good grip, and pulled his lower half against her as hard as he could. Her pained yelp, the tension within her, her surprise, her worry, he felt them all through her, and they spurred him on, faster and faster. He had her, she was his, and the feeling was beyond compare. As he continued, he felt the tension yield, felt Misty begin to accept him.

Moments later, as Pikachu restrained his scream of satisfaction, he contemplated the magic of an established precedent, and wondered if he'd ever need to sneak away from Ash to satisfy himself again.Chapter End Notes:Well, there it is, my first fanfic. Please give me feedback. If I'm any good, perhaps I'll actually try this again.

I'll admit, I did have a hard time with the end, and contemplated having a far more drawn out sex scene, and perhaps Making Misty refuse to go to bed unsatisfied (throw in a little oral reciprocity before sending Pikachu back to work, or something like that), but I opted not to, both in the interest of time, and because I thought that was more in character with what I'd had her say early as she'd approached orgasm. I really try to keep the story believable given the characters. It just doesn't work for me otherwise...
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