The Treehouse Tango
The leaves were startled from their secure positions on the branches, fluttering towards the ground in an ariel ballet of twists and loops while the heavy winds raged past. The storm was like nothing Treecko had ever seen before. Crazy. That was a word to describe it. Absolutely crazy. The rain was coming down as if every cloud had spontaneously burst and had too much to drink the night before and the wind was howling, at a phenomenal rate. It was just enough to shake the giant tree house Treecko had claimed as his own. Still nothing really phased him. He always remained cool and collected, much like he was now, nibbling gingerly on the stick of weed in his muzzle. He leaned against the entry way, watching the falling droplets of moisture trickle down from the roof in little rivets around him.
"Crazy" He muttered quietly, before he pulled himself away from the door and fresh, if not stormy air. He went back inside. Back inside the tree house. Back to where it was warm, where it was home....where it was crazy.
"Lotad!" Screamed the little leaf frog as it raced into the room. It was followed shortly after by a very large, angry looking Zangoose.
"Lotad! If you don't get back in here RIGHT NOW, I'm going to force feed you your own butt!" Screamed the enraged feline. Treecko sighed quietly, shaking his head as he glanced back towards the storm ridden sky. Now he remembered why he lost himself in the philosophy of the storm. The room was small, but cozy. Carved out of a very large three, there were several connecting rooms, that made it possible for privacy from the other occupants. There were ten of them all together. Himself, the Zangoose, the Lotad, a Minun and a Pichu, who were currently seated a few feet from him, playing a game of "Go!" while a Charmander watched nearby. An Abra, who was snoozing quietly in the corner, and a Totodile, A Plusle, and a Sandshrew, who were currently caught out in the storm somewhere. Treecko felt a sting of worry pierce his calm demeanor, which was quickly overpowered by an even greater sting of annoyance.
"Leave Lotad alone you psycho!" Lotad screamed in his heavy Spanish accent, racing over and ducking behind Treecko for cover. Zangoose marched over, her paws bound in tight shaking fists, her eyes narrowed in downright fury. Treecko sighed, realizing he wasn't going to get any peace and quiet with this raging on. He looked longingly at Abra, who was curled into a fetal position, napping quietly. How he wished he could sleep like that.
"When I get my paws on you, I'll make you wish your father never met your mother!" Zangoose hollered in Treecko's face. Lotad stuck his frog like tongue out at her and Treecko sighed again, his level of irritability having reached it's peak.
"HEY!" He shouted, which got everyone's attention. Treecko hardly ever raised his voice, but when he did, pokemon listened.
"Ok. What on earth, is all this about." He asked glancing at the two of them, his paws on his slender green hips.
"I made snacks for everyone to eat while we watch the storm, but captain dumbass over here ate them all while my back was turned!" Zangoose shrieked, Treecko raised an eyebrow, and glanced back towards the Lotad hiding behind him.
"Zat true?" He asked.
"Lotad." The frog responded.
"Fine. Zangoose, apologize for threatening to feed Lotad his own butt, and Lotad, apologize for eating all of our fucking snacks." Treecko growled. Zangoose sighed, and glanced at the little treefrog, then the calm, cool looking reptile.
"Sorry Lotad." She hissed quietly, eyes downcast, paws behind her back, while her ears perked, waiting for his apology.
"Lotad?" Treecko asked when the little frog remained silent.
"Ehh? Oh, um...right. Lotad is sorry too...you tubby bitch." He said sincerely. Treecko sighed again, rolling his eyes. He could see the fur on Zangoose's back raise up and heard the Wolverine like "Shnnik" sound of her claws extending like blades.
"Ok, ok. Lotad, apologize again." Treecko hissed. Lotad looked up at the woman who was more then twice is weight, height and strength. He felt his blood run cold when those claws extended.
"Lotad is sorry you are tubby bitch." He said quietly. Treecko nodded, and turned his glance to Zangoose.
"Zangoose...dramatically end his life." Treecko said softly, stepping aside. Zangoose smiled brightly, while Lotad cringed.
The storm raged fiercely, the wind howling, and the rain slammed angrily against every tree, every leaf, and every flower that managed to stay rooted to the forest floor. The dark, forbidding sky illuminated for a few moments, as lighting bit into the sky, zooming in conveniently on it's target: A Lotad that had just been launched into the sky by a furious Zangoose- and he dropped like a smoking, burning rock.
"Wow. Great distance." Minun giggled quietly as the Charmander nodded.
"Do you think he'll come back this time?" The little flame lizard asked, but he received no response from the upset Zangoose, who turned and quickly ran from the room, sobbing with her paws over her eyes. The Minun glanced at the Charmander questioningly, but all he got was a shrug in response.
"Gosh, what do you think that was all about Treecko?" Charmander asked, but to no surprise, Treecko just shook his head.
"I could tell you...minding reading and all but...I'm hungry." Came the soft, sleepy voice of the nearby Abra, who was blinking his red eyes and rubbing them slowly. Treecko took a glance over to the little psychic and smiled, a paw resting on his own stomach.
"You know, now that you mention it...those snacks would have tasted good. Lets go see if there's anything left." The reptile smirked, and turned sharply on his heels, leaving the room and beckoning the others to followed. He was followed by the hungry Abra. Charmander frowned, and shook his head slowly, standing up.
"I think...I'm going to go check on Zangoose. " He said softly, leaving the two small, electric pokemon in the room together.
"I win." The Minun chuckled quietly resting his paws on their game board while staring at Pichu, who nervously rubbed his paws together.
"Ummm, m, maybe we can have a r, rematch?" The little mouse cooed quietly. Minun snickered and shook his head, waggling a paw at his friend.
"Nooope. A deals a deal."The bunny snickered quietly, teeth showing as his lips curled into a wide grin. Pichu whimpered quietly, his ears tucking back on his skull a little bit, tail dipping down in a defeated manor.
"Now now. Don't be so shy...look at you, your already blushing. " The Minun quipped slyly, and indeed it was true. A rosy, pink tint had already slipped it's way over the bright yellow cheeks, and Pichu nervously, rubbed his paws together faster.
"So go on...I won the bet, so like we agreed on...spread em." The bunny cooed quietly, causing the blushing Pichu to blush even harder. The little mouse looked around nervously, ears splayed back on his skull. He took a deep breath, and did as he was told, spreading his legs apart shyly, looking away as if an embarrassed little tyke. Minun grinned, blue arithmetic symbolled tail frittering about slowly behind him as the cute, plump little orbs nestled between Pichu's legs came into view.
"Oh, those are just lovely..." The rabbit snickered quietly, and leaned forward, pressing his little nose up against the twins. The Pichu squirmed, blushing harder as his privates were put on display. The Minun chuckled, and glanced up at the shy little mouse, who's hips twitched involuntarily at the cool nose prodding his neither parts.
"Hee, hee, I don't know why you pretend you don't like this. Your as horny as I am, even though you hate to admit it." The little pale rabbit teased, flicking his tongue out slyly, lapping across the small yellow orbs. Pichu gasped sharply, shuddering as a quick wash of pleasure invaded his body. Already a little finger of pink was beginning to slip free of his sheath, poking out far enough to grab Minun's attention.
"Mmmm, see what I mean?" The lustful rabbit cooed, slurping his tongue across the ruby colored tip of Pichu's penis. Pichu chuuuuuuued, arching his hips up, helpless to the pleasure that was taking over him, Minun grinned.
"Thaaaaats, it. Just relax." He churred quietly, lapping over the pinkish tip again and again until Pichu's erection stood proudly in front of them both, bobbing gently with a small dollop of pre at the tip of it. Minun grinned, eyes wide as he drank up the vision of the cute, trembling little Pichu, trying desperately to hide his erect, needful penis from view. He wasn't going to back off now.
"M, maybe, t, this is enough?" The Pichu mumbles sheepishly, turning his hips slightly to hide his pride from the bunny, but Minun shook his head.
"Oh, I don't think so. I get to lick you all over, remember? A deal is a deal." Minun chuckled quietly, forcing a deeper blush of Pichu's cheeks.
"B, b, but, but but..." He whined quietly. Minun grinned.
"You know, your right. I should get to that next." Snickered the other electric type. Pichu hardly got a chance to ask what he meant when he felt himself being tipped over, the Minun standing behind him, grinning as the Pichu rolled onto his belly.
"Mmm, what a round set of cheeks you've got back here. Perfectly firm. "He laughed, reaching down and squeezing Pichu's right rump cheek. Pichu yelped, eyed wide, blush over his muzzle a heavy tint of deep crimson.
"Sensitive too. Very nice...I bet I'll fit perfectly. " Minun churred quietly.
"F, fit?"Pichu mumbled impishly. Minun nodded.
"Oh yes. I plan to hump these cute little buns silly." He giggled, reaching down to wrap his paws around Pichu's stomach and pull him back against his chest. They ended up sitting on the floor with Pichu resting in Minun's lap, the bunny's cock pressed tightly between Pichu's bottom cheeks.
"But first...your way to tense." Minun cooed into Pichu's ear, nibbling around the rim gently, an act that made the little pre-pikachu squeal.
"W, what do you mean? W, what are you doing?" quipped the mouse, but Minun gave no response. He gently wrapped his fingers around the stiff erection standing tall between Pichu's legs. Pichu began to whimper, bucking his hips towards the squeezing Paw, but Minun persisted. He gripped the firm, ruby shaft and began to draw his paws up and down in a slow thrusting motion, back and forth of Pichu's sensitive penis.
"W, wait! d, don't do that! Don't do that!!" Pichu yipped, squirming in Minun's lap, forcing those tight little bum cheeks to wriggle against the bunny horny cock. Minun cooed, excited by Pichu's struggles.
"Why not cutie? Whats wrong?" He giggled softly, stroking the erection faster. He wasn't surprised at what happened next. Pichu wasn't known to be very social. He was shy and reserved, so sex probably wasn't a big part of his daily life. Seven full spurts shot up high into the air, the mouse squealing with pleasure from weeks of repressed arousal.
"Thaaats it, you like that, don't you?" Minun teased, jerking the Pichu as more and more hot cream erupted from the twitching cock, until Pichu was clearly spent.
"Mmmm, you were a full one, weren't you?" Minun giggled. Pichu blushed deeply, nodding his head and looking away shyly as Minun continued to stroke that over sensitive cock.
"Maybe we'll move a bit slower then. I don't want this to be uncomfortable....here, get off." Minun murred quietly, pushing the Pichu from his hips to the floor. Pichu sat there quietly, his head tilted in a curious manner as Minun sat back and spread his own little legs, showing the hefty chunk of rabbit meat protruding from in between them.
"Alright...get to sucking." The sticky bunny giggle softly, a small hint of blush on his own cheeks. Pichu giggled quietly, and leaned forward, slipping his small tongue against the tip of that already pre-soaked penis. Minun moaned, arching his hips.
"T, that's it cutie..." He giggled softly. Pichu giggled too, leaning down to give another lick, and then another, his tongue tip slowly flickering over the sensitive bunny cock. Minun moaned, unable to keep from reaching his paws out and gripping Pichu's head.
"F, for someone who doesn't do this often, y, you sure know how it's done." Minun meeped. But instead of blushing, or giggling, Pichu continued to work. Quiet and concentrating, he lapped his tongue around the rabbit's shaft, sealing his lips over the head and suckling down any and all juices that flowed from the tip. There were a lot. Minun was a gusher, and Pichu's mouth wasn't used to so much at once. Pre cum dripped down his cheeks and over his tummy while his face became wet with the bunny's juices.
"P, pichu...c, careful, okie?" Minun moaned, arching his hips again while more pre seeped out all over Pichu's lips. But Pichu didn't heed the warning, or wasn't paying attention. He was working his muzzle over the slick rabbit rod like nothing Minun had ever felt before.
"Pichu! I mean it, y, your gonna...m, make..." But he didn't get a chance to finish. He discharged a bolt of electricity that would have made a rock type feel the tingles. The bunny came. Ribbons of hot rabbit honey fired into Pichu's muzzle, filling the mousie's tummy with more then he could handle. Pichu coughed, as spurt after spurt continued firing out, landing over his face, his long, angular ears and all over his tummy and crotch, covering the chu in a hot shower of cum. Minun blushed, unable to keep himself under control as his orgasm continued at full power, shooting his heavy load all over the little yellow target. When he hit his twenty seventh shot, he passed out, landing on his back, sleeping quietly. Pichu, who had been covered in the hot, white cream, sighed quietly and looked at his sleeping partner. Treecko and and Abra where still in the kitchen... Charmander was with Zangoose...and the others were out in the storm...he sighed quietly, and knelt down next to the snoozing Minun. A nice nap would feel good...after a shower. He definitely needed a shower.
The end.