Electric Torment
Electric Torment
It was a dark, cloudy day- the kind that was humid and hot, and the air smelled like it would rain any second. The sky was filled with forbidding clouds, and the wafting scent of an oncoming storm lay fresh in every breath you took.
That's the kind of day it was- and at the same time, it seemed to fit the situation Pikachu was in.
Surrounded. He was completely surrounded from all sides in the grassy field they had carried him too. He still wasn't terribly certain what was going on, but he knew for a fact that he was in a great deal more trouble then he'd ever managed to escape from before. The pokemon that surrounded him were all glaring- vicious, angry, meaningful glares that forced a shiver to trickle down the small mouse's back.
No matter how Pikachu looked at the situation, he couldn't imagine anyway it could be worse. He couldn't remember where he'd come from, couldn't remember how he got here, and he couldn't remember to whom he wanted help from. There was a female, a female pikachu whom was supposed to be helping him... but that memory was lost in the fog of whatever drug they had used to knock him out and bring him here. And now here he was...all alone, and completely vulnerable. Whomever had constructed this kidnapping was clever. The pokemon that surrounded him were all electric type, pokemon that could withstand his most powerful techniques...still, rock or ground would have been a better choice, but the group of electric pokemon must have signified something. The little chu was shaken from his thoughts, however, when a large looking Jolteon pointed a spiked paw and him
"In the name of Zapdos the bright, and Raikou the glimmering, we offer this humble sacrifice so that we may bask in your power, and glorious presence!" The Jolteon shouted. There was a harmony of "Ummmms" the followed, and Pikachu looked around nervously, his ears perked, and his large brown eyes alert. It wasn't a kidnapping, it was a cult! It was some insane cult that as intending to use him as a sacrifice for myth! Everyone knew that Zapdos and Raikou weren't real...except for them...except for these deranged pokemon that surrounded him.
Things couldn't possibly get any worse
Suddenly, panic seized in the little Pikachu's gut, and his eyes widened. Out! He had to get out of here!! He tore forward suddenly, on wobbly, drug stricken legs and found that he lacked the balance to really get anywhere. He tumbled head-over-heels, landing spread eagle on the ground in front of a very beefy looking Electrabuzz, who hummed along with everyone else. He suddenly stopped, and grinned viciously, glaring down at the chu only a few feet from him.
"By the power of Pokemon...let our ceremony commence!" The Jolteon cried, and the circle of pokemon around Pikachu grew smaller, and smaller. Soon he was trapped, the pokemon close on all sides, their arms reaching out, some of them holding his arms, some holding his legs, other's holding his head, while still other's gathered around...It was the end. He was doomed. They were going to tear him to pieces...He shut his eyes, trembling, shaking, waiting for the end as an icy cold fear gripped him.
He was dying, he was sure of it. A paralyze technique, perhaps, because he couldn't feel his body being torn to bits by the deranged pokemon. He couldn't feel his limbs being ripped away and his blood spilling to the ground in a wet waterfall of gore. No. There wasn't any pain at all in fact, it was very strange. He did, however, catch the tangy scent of something close to his nose. Something that smelt familiar, yet foreign. He risked a peek, opening an eye, expecting knifes, or shining teeth, or the complete and utter darkness of death...He gasped in utter, and complete shock.
They were still around him, all quite close, holding him down...and masturbating. Pikachu's shock turned to confusion as he watched this spectacle unfold in front of him. What on earth were they doing, and why were they doing it?! Directly in front of him was the huge electrabuzz before, and between his legs danced his huge erection, bobbing up and down with the furious strokes of the feline's paws.
"Yessssss..." Electrabuzz hissed quietly, while his angry, red erection pointed towards the victim in front of him.
"Wh, what are you doing?!" Pikachu croaked nervously, his voice sounding distant, and far away,. Not belonging to him at all: A mixture of fear and confusion and the drugs in his system.
"Why me? WHY?! WHY ME?!" Pikachu asked, half in hysterics from the situation- when he was silenced by a sticky blast of wet, creamy essence that sprang from the tip of Electrabuzz's penis. Pikachu sputtered, coughing- he had been in mid sentence when that first burst of semen shot into his mouth and made him gag and choke. Another burst followed, smaller, but still sticky and still wet- splattering over his cheeks and over his chin- the next one caught him on the chest, coating his lovely lemon colored fur with a bright white mess. Suddenly, a second pikachu appeared. One who was standing over him, his triangular, pointed penis directed towards Pikachu's face.
"W, why are you doing th, this to mmeeurp!" Pikachu squeaked, as the other pokemon forced his hot, throbbing cock into the poor, gooey chu's muzzle.
Another burst- this time from a near-by Ampharos. It splashed across his tummy from the left side, followed by a strong burst of hot jizz on his left- curtsey of a moaning Raichu. Pikachu's tummy had long ago lost the golden yellow color he was originally dragged here with, but now sported a very white, sticky front which trickled and oozed down his chest, over his hips, and- He squeaked loudly.
The Flaaffy in front of him forced Pikachu's ears to perk (Which were instantly coated in sticky bursts of gel the moment they stiffened) with a very strong, very direct blast that landed right on his young, rounded balls. The pikachu had never been so embarrassed or humiliated in his life, forced to sit here and endure burst after burst of pokemon spooge!! Coating him all over his body! The smells, arousal musk, it was everywhere! Stifling, smothering, over powering...It was because of that- pikachu was sure he had an erection. Yes, yes that was the only explanation, so many scents, so much touching...he was getting confused- that was all. He squirmed nervously as a wet shot splattered across his throbbing red cock from someone he couldn't see. Anotehr blast cascaded down his head, over his ears and the sides of his face. Every time he opened his mouth to try and protest the treatment, he was treated to another muzzlefull of wet cum.
Things couldn't possibly get any worse.
Some ten seconds later, Pikachu squeaked as he felt himself being rolled over onto his tummy, coated with the sticky, wet juices from his multiple lovers.
"Be sure to coat his back as well! The gods won't cum if our sacrifice isn't fully ready to receive!" The Jolteon was barking orders again, yelling for different pokemon to pick up the slack their spent comrades had created. Fresh pokemon took over, splashing Pikachu's brown striped back with splashes of hot, white gel, which trickled and ran down his sides and joined the puddle underneath him.
"His rump too! His fat bottom remains devoid of our substance!" The Jolteon yelled. Pikachu suddenly- as silly as it was, felt his face turn red, even under the multiple sheets of creamy semen that coated his cheeks. Fat bottom? He didn't have a fat bottom...a little plump, perhaps, but not fat! He kept himself in good shape- but once again, the chubby chu's inter monologue was rattled to nothingness as he felt the first bursts of cream splash against his behind. He bite his lip, gasping at the sensation of trickling over the rounded yellow cheeks in a slow caress until it disappeared between his legs and the underside of his balls. He shivered- but not nearly as much as much as he did when he felt a particular blast of cum hit his butt dead on, running right down the center of his cheeks, tickling along his crack that forced him to squeak quietly.
"Spread his cheeks! Cover the tailhole!" Jolteon shouted. Pikachu's ears perked, but there was nothing he could do. To his embarrassment, his buttcheeks where gripped roughly, and pried apart, revealing the tight, pink little pucker of Pikachu's most private, secretive area. He squirmed helplessly, whimpering, but it was no use. He felt it in seconds, hot bursts of creamy syrup splattering his tiny tailhole, trickling over it, caressing it, teasing it...his own shaft gave a warm throb at the sensation, regardless of how much he didn't want it to... He was soaked to the bone now, every single inch of him, his soft, plump round toes, his little fingers, his cheeks, his face, his bottom, his cock...he was completely soaked and covered in white, gooey gel.
Things couldn't possibly get worse...
Something was happening. A rumbling, an explosion of energy and light burst from somewhere on the horizon and with that- everything stopped. There was silence as slowly, the pokemon crowding him all backed away and slowly got to their knees. His chance! This was his chance!! Pikachu jumped too his sticky feet and burst into a dash. Any direction was better then here, any place was better then here! So off he ran, his legs pumping taking him away, his lungs burning, and his eyes shut tight. He could avoid other electric attacks, he could dodge with his agility move- they wouldn't catch him again. No no no not again- He slammed into something, and blinked in confusion. Standing over him was Raikou. THE Raikou. One of the Gods of Thunder. Pikachu's muzzle didn't work. He tried to make it say words, but nothing would come out.
"Sacrifice! Receive my blessing of power, little one, and all those whom have bowed to worship me! "
His voice was like thunder itself. Strong, impossibly powerful, commanding. Pikachu wanted to wet himself. He had no idea what to do and suddenly, he was being confronted by a GOD whom was offering him power?! He had no idea what to do, but Raikou took over from there. He sat back on impossibly large, furry haunches, and revealed a tremendous...
"...not again..." Pikachu whimpered quietly. The penis that towered over him was by lack of a better definition, impossible. An organ that size wasn't supposed to exist, but his job was clear and his goal was painfully obvious. No other Raikou around, and with a member that size any other female would be torn in half. No, the only other option...
Pikachu sighed, and leaned forward, pressing his tiny, little rounded face against the giant's warm, fuzzy balls. One lick, another, slowly, his tongue began to wash the heavy orbs, Pikachu so small he couldn't even more them with his paws. But he tried, and the stimulation was met with a churr of pleasure from the big thunder-god above him. Don't look at him. Just focus on what he wants. You might live if you do a good job. Just don't screw it up. "Pikachu's mind chanted to himself, over and over as his paws worked slowly over the big, soft orbs and his tongue lapped across the fuzzy sheath quickly. He was concentrating so hard, that he completely forgot about all the other pokemon that had abducted him, he'd forgotten about everyone and everything, he'd forgotten where he was, and what he was doing and why he was doing it- the only thing that mattered was this task. This one simple task, which was to bring Raikou to an orgasm. A fantastic orgasm! He licked harder, working his tongue and little muzzle up over the thick, dripping ebon length that had appeared above him. He grasped it in his paws, sliding his little tongue along the underside, and over the tip, forcing a shudder of bliss to escape the shivering Thundergod. He licked, and nibbled, and even bit here and there, working his mouth over the Thundergod's head and shaft. It seemed like everything he did, every touch he made, sent Raikou closer and closer to an orgasm- and why shouldn't it? How often did Gods masturbate? Pikachu couldn't focus. He couldn't concentrate, his mind was on his task, his one and only task, stroking, squeezing grinding himself against that impossibly large penis- Until he felt himself being lifted into the air by some unseen force...
"You've done well sacrifice." The booming voice echoed once again. Pikachu had no idea what was going on. He was confused...What was going happen...
"Your reward will be my power...your force will be my force...my energy will be your energy...and so, bathe in the might of thunder..." That voice echoed in his head, so loud and powerful it felt like his brain was going to crawl out of his face...He opened his eyes, blinking at the giant black cock that was in front of him, throbbing, twitching, and suddenly- he knew what was going to happen...
The entire universe seemed to shake, seemed to explode around Pikachu for a moment as his vision swam and his head pounded- and suddenly he was in a field. A big, bright field, sunny, with lots of flowers and butterflies and the pikachu blinked.
"...How...did I get here?" He asked no one in particular, slowly standing up. He cautiously poked his head around, looking left, right, perking his ears to listen....silence.
No, there wasn't anyone around. He was safe...safe? Safe from what? He vaguely remembered running from someone...lots of someones, but it seemed like a dream now. A dream he had a long time ago. But regardless of where he was now- Things were better. Things were peaceful and things were sunny, and things were...things were ok. In fact, things were better then ok. He felt funny. Good, but funny, like there was something trying to jump out of him. Some sort of power...something he didn't have before. Pikachu smiled brightly, a feeling of relief flooding though him. He had the strangest feeling something terrible had happened to him- but whatever it was, it was over now... Right as the big red and white ball slammed into the back of his neck, and sucked him inside.
"GOTCHA!" Professor Oak cried out as his charge was sealed safely inside his pokeball. He gave a soft sigh and turned towards Pallet Town. He had to get back to his laboratory soon- Gary and Ash would be arriving shortly to receive their first pokemon...