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The Pikachu stood smiling in front of the mirror in her dressing room. She swiveled her body from side to side, delighting in how the ruffles at the bottom of her skirt swung up and floated level with her midsection. She put her paws on both sides of the pink bowtie on her chest and pulled. It didn't make the centerpiece of her outfit any more snug, but it had a certain rough, shiny texture she enjoyed touching. The rest of the outfit was just as pretty, two shiny gold buttons just below the pink bow, a stunning white stripe near the top of her dress, a flamboyant pink stripe in the middle, and a marvelous yellow stripe at the bottom. Cute accessories including a pink bow on her left ear and white ruffly cuffs around her forepaws seamlessly complimented the design.

She sighed happily. Though the first part of the show always left her feeling a little tired, singing and dancing in this outfit always made her happy. The adoring crowds and cheers didn't hurt either, especially on Fridays like this when the auditorium was packed and tickets were sold out.

As she stood admiring herself, she heard a small, quick pitter-patter above and stopped to listen to it. There was almost a rhythmic sound to it, four quick, light taps, followed by a pause and then more taps. It resembled the sounds of footsteps, but not human footsteps, the sounds were too light, not slow enough. She thought for a moment that it might be a Pokémon, but Pokémon weren't allowed upstairs. Her trainer had always told her that that area was off limits.

The sounds grew fainter and fainter and moved closer to the walls, the Pikachu listening until she couldn't hear them any longer. She was sure that whatever was moving was going down the stairs now, but what was it? She turned away from the mirror and put a paw on her chin, thinking to herself. Had she heard those sounds before? The tempo was so familiar as she thought about it, reminding her of her own walking pace when she was on all fours. Was it really true, though? If those sounds were what she thought they were, then...

She heard some soft knocks on the door to her room and saw the doorknob turn. The Pikachu quickly turned to the entrance to watch the door slowly open toward her. Standing before her, just outside the frame of the doorway was another Pikachu. She walked up a bit, looking at him closely. He was completely unfamiliar. Was he lost? Was he a fan? How was he able to sneak in?

"Pika?" the unfamiliar male spoke, swinging the door even more until the doorknob on the other side had touched the wall in her room closest to the hinges. He pointed at the hot glittery pink letters on the red star at the top center of the door, which spelled out 'Rozanne'.

"Pika!" the male smiled large, pointing to the name on the door then looking at the female. "Pika!"

Rozanne blushed and bowed before him.

The male shut the door behind him, and then turned excitedly back to the Pop Star Pikachu, "Pika Pika!"

"Chu?" The female responded, happy to meet a new fan, but wondering what brought him here.

"Pika..." he replied, obviously trying to think of something to say on the spot, "Pika Pikachu," he shrugged.

Rozanne giggled. Seems like her new friend was quite the charmer.

The male sniffed the air as he walked closer, "Pika Pika... chu chu," he began in a playful tone, looking wantonly at her.

She blushed again, "Pika, pi?" Was he implying what she thought he was?

"Pikachu! Pi Pika Pi~"

Her blush intensified. How did he know she was in heat? The male sniffed the air again and it was then that she realized. She was emitting pheromones. The male continued to inch toward her as she blushed. She had a decision to make and she had to make it fast.

She thought about her trainer. She knew he had put her in beauty competitions whenever she came into heat because Pokémon were known to be most attractive when in heat. She also knew that on the last day of her heat this year, he wanted to take her to the daycare center and have her bred. How long would that be, though? Last year, her heat had lasted almost three weeks! Would she really be willing to wait until it was almost over?

The male licked his lips as he came closer and she noticed his member beginning to slither its way out of its pouch.

She had already been in heat for at least a week and a half; her yearnings for a male's touch becoming stronger with each day. She didn't want to disappoint her trainer and she wanted to look her best when performing, but the sexual tension inside her had been building and building. Did she really want to keep herself on edge like this?

She looked at the male, gazing upon him as he stopped right in front of her, one or two arm's lengths away. He looked so cute, so studly, so suave. He had the perfect brown eyes, the perfect red cheeks, the perfect yellow fur, the most charming smile. Against her sense of innocence, she looked down to see the male Pikachu shamelessly sporting a large length. It twitched between his legs, shooting up at attention for a moment, begging for any form of contact. Was the praise of her trainer really worth the pain of waiting?

Rozanne finally lifted up her skirt, showing the most intimate parts of her body to the unknown male. She panted and sighed as she looked at the male, watching as he turned his head down and looked. Her snatch was clearly exposed for him to see, clear drops of liquid dripping out of her tunnel. She looked down at his member again and saw it twitch, then looked back up at the male.

He looked back up at her and smirked then touched her shoulder and trailed it down her side until he reached her midsection. The male Pikachu licked his lips, keeping his paw on the side of her midsection and moving behind her. Once behind her, he used his other paw to stroke the side of her neck, slowly, calmly, then trailed it down her other side. He rubbed the sides of her midsection sensually, making the pop star moan softly.

He scooted up closer to her until their bodies were touching and wrapped his paws around her chest. He snuck his paws below the two separate halves of the bowtie and squeezed her before moving lower. The male then used his paws to squeeze her belly, almost as if to remind her of how big she would be after he was done with her. He scraped his paws over her hips, marveling at how wide they were and reached a paw below her skirt to grab her rump, making her quietly squeal.

Rozanne lifted her skirt higher as she felt him twitch underneath her. She felt the male shuffle behind and underneath her, spreading his legs and bending his back legs, crouching. He leaned his head in close to her neck as he positioned his dick below her. He sniffed in while he twitched against her entrance, taking in all of the pheromones that he could. Rozanne felt his paws wrap around her belly again, ensuring the two of them were as close as possible. The nameless male sniffed her neck again and twitched below, just about ready to begin.

Then he penetrated her. Rozanne moaned hard, feeling a male enter her for the first time. Her tunnel squeezed hard around his cock as the male hilted himself inside. She huffed and panted as the guest thrust balls deep into her, his tip bumping up against her cervix. Her companion removed part of his member from her entrance before thrusting it back in, making her moan again.

"Pika... Pika," the female moaned as she was dicked again, her partner squeezing her midsection hard on this second thrust. She squeezed him again and heard a grunt from the male. After bumping against her cervix again, he pulled half way out and thrust back in, gradually getting himself into a rhythm. His paws and arms drifted lower, closer to her hips and he took another sniff at her neck, humping harder.

Rozanne murred, the dick inside of her brushing all over her wet, fleshy sex canal. It effortlessly glided over all of her rifts and ridges, all of her crests and crevices, pleasuring her. The more he thrust, the wetter she became, her soft insides producing the necessary lubricant for him to keep going. She could even feel some dripping from her onto the floor of the dressing room as her suitor plodded in and out.

She moaned in tune to his thrusts and squeaked in sync with his penile twitches. They were hard, potent spasms inside her, thumping up against the most sensitive parts of her walls whenever they happened. Each phallic shudder sent shivers down her spine and made her whole body vibrate. She couldn't help but convulse around him and pull him in whenever he did this. It felt so heavenly.

"Pika, pika, pika" the pop star pipped aloud as her companion picked up the pace, one of his paws reaching a bit higher up on her dress near her gold-plated buttons. His spasms grew more frequent and his thrusts became harder as he fucked her. He sniffed her neck again while piledriving her warm, wet hole, seemingly unable to get enough of her delicious, mesmerizing scent.

The male after having thrust in and out of her for so long began to secrete pre-cum. His cock throbbed hard, staining Rozanne's once-virgin insides with white, sticky seed and providing further lubricant to the pair of fornicating Pikachu. He growled and rubbed Rozanne's belly as he spurted the first of his pre into her, making her blush and squeak. More pre spurted into her after she squeaked, the suitor no doubt relishing the pop star's noises of pleasure.

With the male's renewed vigor and his squirts of seed into her, Rozanne could feel herself getting closer. Her tunnel contracted harder and more frequently around the cock inside. She began to gyrate, bending and unbending, impaling herself on the rod below. Her partner's eyes widened in surprise when he felt this, but he knew an opportunity when he saw one. She was too far-gone now. He was going to cum inside, possibly impregnating her.

Rozanne's warm chamber caressed his length as spurt upon spurt of pre-cum shot into her, travelling past her cervix. She could feel herself get closer to release as she bounced on the rod below. She could feel him get closer as he pistoned in and out of her on the cusp of release, twitching like mad. His arms brushed up and down her belly area as he fucked her, feeling the different soft, glittery materials of the frock and the deep breaths of a heated Pikachu underneath them. He growled dominantly beside her like the rutting male he was and latched his paws onto her again tightly. One last time he sniffed her neck, the scent driving him insane, sending him over the edge.

The male gripped her and thrust harder and faster than ever before. He held her close, clung to her as he unleashed his load deep into her. Spurt after spurt, gush after gush of white, hot cum flooded Rozanne's walls as her partner went wild. His muscles spasmed, his entire frame shook, but he still latched on to his fucktoy, determined not to let a single drop escape.

The pop star came not long after, her tunnel gripping his member just as hard, pulling it and the cum that spurted from it toward her. She squealed and whined as warm semen flooded her, darting straight past her cervical opening into her womb. Her whole body vibrated, hard erratic tremors overtaking her as the stranger hilted himself deep. The spasms helped to ease the flow of semen into her. Her vaginal contractions delivered the liquids to her womb. Her loud whimpers and moans caused the male to rid himself of all of the seed he possibly could.

Her partner breathed in heavy and hard, huffing and panting after giving his lady such a pounding. His dick quivered inside the fem as her tremors slowly subsided and her vaginal muscles loosened their hold. She soon came down from her own electrifying finish, all of her muscles slowly relaxing. She huffed and panted nearly in unison with her new companion and smiled while closing her eyes. She loved how even after finishing, the male was latched closely onto her, their two soft, furry bodies making contact.

After a few moments of standing behind her, letting the last of his semen spurt out, her new mate pulled out completely and let go of her. On doing so, some of his seed seeped from Rozanne's snatch and onto the floor below. The male stepped back a bit and admired his handiwork; a cute, female Pikachu, dressed up in an adorable array of pink, purple, white, and yellow with his cum dripping underneath her skirt.

Rozanne looked back at him and smiled. "Pikachu chu?" she asked, raising her leaking tush, waving it from side to side.

"Pika pika!" the male responded enthusiastically.

Rozanne giggled, her back still turned toward him. She waved her rump again, "Pika pi, pika pi," she teased, her eyes scrunching up as she smiled again.

Her new friend smiled back and shook his head, "Pikachu Pika," he replied. He was, after all, unable to resist such a beautiful Pikachu like her.

Rozanne laughed and walked away from the mess, before turning around to look at it. She blushed, "Piiiika pi!" she exclaimed pointing at the white globs of liquids on the floor.

"Piiiiiika pi!" the male agreed, placing his paws on his hips and puffing his chest out proudly.

Rozanne giggled again, placing her paws on her belly, "Pi Pikachu~"

"Piiiiika Pikachu!" the male Pikachu stretched his arms out wide, splaying them from side to side.

She laughed again, her diaphragmatic spasms forcing more of the male's spunk out of her. Feeling his liquids escape again, she stopped laughing and blushed. The male reached a paw up to his face to hide his smile.

However, as he did so, the female noticed something peculiar. He hadn't become flaccid yet. She thought to herself why this could be. Was he still, after pounding her into oblivion, horny? She sniffed the air again. Intriguing... Not only did she smell the scent of their sex like she expected, she also still smelled his musk and her pheromones flittering through the air. How was this possible? His load was so big, how could he possibly have more and? On top of that, why was she still emitting pheromones? Wasn't her heat supposed to go away after mating?

She recomposed herself, a sly look crossing her eyes, "Pika Pika Pi Pikachu?" she inquired playfully.

"Piiiika Pika," he replied seductive and confident, puffing his chest out again.

Rozanne grinned naughtily, eyeing her new mate. She turned around again, her back facing the hormonal male behind her. After that she bent over, getting onto all fours in front of him. She spread her legs and raised her rump, heart-shaped tail aimed skyward, demanding attention. She looked back at him, her tailhole and used pussy on full display, cum from their last session still leaking out of her.

The male stared, taking in the view before walking over. Her pink and white skirt circled around her waist and rump, the white underside of it visible and bent toward him, accentuating her large round butt. The rest of the dress was hidden in front of her ass, but he was still able to see the white, ruffly cuffs near her hands and the bow tie on her ear.

He walked forward, eyes glued to the round, grabbable butt. He looked at the Pikachu's round hips and at the stubby hind legs that jutted out prominently from her, keeping her ass raised. He gazed at what little he could see of her belly and at the still leaking labia situated at the center of her rump. His eyes traveled up, stopping on her tight, puckered tailhole and the heart-shaped tail above it. He looked back at her labia and his member twitched again. Though he had just emptied himself, he couldn't help but get turned on at the thought of erupting into her all over again, of sealing the deal, of ensuring her pregnancy. This Rozanne was the crush of many Pokémon in his town and he licked his lips at the thought of being the one to knock her up.

He stood behind her, looking down to see where the best spot to place his feet would be. He then placed his paws on her back, just above her hips and on top of her skirt. The male paused, stopping for a moment to think, then deciding to put his paws underneath her dress instead. Rozanne moaned as her partner touched her, deriving a primal sort of pleasure from the bare contact. This encouraged the male who adjusted himself and leaned his front forward just a little bit.

Now his throbbing member was almost at the right spot to take her once again. He prodded her lower rump with his rod for a bit while trying to find her opening, Rozanne moaning and purring in the process. When he finally found it, he hovered his erect member just outside the entrance, so he could easily thrust in. An impatient butt wiggle from the pop star in front of him was all he needed to begin, quickly entering her now for a second time.

They moaned in unison on this second penetration, pleasure coursing through them yet again. Rozanne purred as her mate hilted himself fully inside her and remained there for a few moments, his dick twitching just outside of her cervix. The male held her tight, still hilted in deep, making sure to reach one of his paws to her buttocks and give it a nice squeeze. A grin flashed across his face as he heard the singer moan, that melodic voice ringing pleasantly in his ears.

He pulled out reluctantly, not wanting to leave her warm inviting depths for even a moment, then jammed himself back in hard, making Rozanne yip. He humped her again and again, finding it somewhat easier to thrust now that her pussy was oriented horizontally instead of vertically. He used this opportunity to add an extra push to his lunges, piercing the Pikachu with even more force. He growled noticing how her butt squished in front of him when rutting her like this and decided to opt for slower, harder ruts from here.

The female welcomed this change, her muscles closing around the dick inside her again and giving it the occasional tug. Some of the male's seed from their last session remained in her, providing lubricant to the pair of humping chus and giving a taste to the pop star of what was to come. It was still wet, still sticky, still warm, sloshing all over her walls with ease. Every time her partner propelled himself into her, his semen would flow to the sides, lining her walls. Whenever he pulled out, his cum would rush back to the center and cascade to her cervix before being pushed to the side when he reentered.

This, of course, was compounded when the suitor began to twitch pre into the female Pikachu deep in her estrus cycle. Her insides became even slicker than before, her vaginal hugs more frequent. Her ears twitched as she heard her mate grunting and growling, gritting his teeth at how tight she'd get when clasping him. Soon, the male's ruts became quicker, though they were just as hard as before. She squeezed harder, pulling him in as he fucked her, her body already eager to receive a new batch of cum.

The male removed his paws from her back and slowed down his thrusts figuring he needed to be in a better position as Rozanne milked his cock. Continuing to plod inside of her, he placed both his paws on the top of her rump and grabbed tightly. Carefully, he pulled himself up, slowly placing his back two feet on top of her ankles one after another. There wasn't much room on her ankles to stand on, but he needed the extra height. Once he had climbed on, the female instinctively raised her rump even higher and lowered her head. This allowed him to hunch over her and angle his cock diagonally into her. Hunched over her back, he lifted his forepaws, moving them out from Rozanne's skirt and placing them on her back on the top white stripe of her dress. He leaned in deep, surrounding her, trapping her with his body above hers, his hips behind hers, and the ground below her.

Rozanne huffed and panted. She didn't think she'd be able to balance the weight of another Pikachu on her ankles and back, but this felt so right. She loved how the feisty male pressed ruthlessly down on her, loved having such a feral, instinct-driven Pikachu pinning her down. She felt her tunnel opening up for him, felt her cervix dilate, felt her womb expand within her. She wanted him so bad right now. She wanted his cock, his seed, his children. She whined below him, hoping to spur him into pound her then and there.

The male sneaked his head to the left of hers, just behind it and put his nose on her neck again. He took a deep breath, the sweet, musky scent of a Pikachu in estrus assaulting his nostrils, overloading his senses. He sniffed again and thrust hard into her cunt, pre spurting from him as he hit his hilt, the pop star below him quivering in delight.

He pulled out quickly, then rammed back in and did it all over again, pumping her fast and hard. He hammered her now, nailed her, moving his hips wildly back and forth. Every prick of his was a little faster than the last, every prick a little harder. He dug his paws into her back as he pulverized her cunt, a concoction of pussy juice, cum, and pre mixing together into a delicious milkshake. He growled dominantly, pistoning in and out, leaning hard against her ass so that when he exploded again, she would be prepared to take.

Rozanne moaned and squirmed, each hard thrust and each twitch met with an inner spasm of her own. The familiar pangs of sexual tension came back in full force as her mate drilled into her, railed her, reamed her. She huffed as the tip of his cock knocked on the door to her womb, spilling pre into it more and more frequently. She was getting so close, she felt her body tensing up, felt her muscles stiffen. She grew weaker, the clutches of her impending orgasm threatening to grip her and shake her.

The male above would soon grant her the release she had so desperately needed, burying his nose deep into her neck and inhaling. He growled intensely as he breathed in her essence and gripped her back even harder, tearing small pieces of cloth from it. Then, he came.

The wily stud latched onto his missus as he plowed her, gush after gush of his seed flooding into her. He grit his teeth feeling her walls clamp down on him harder than ever before and moaned as he delivered pump after pump of his seed. With every hard, intense twitch he supplied his mistress with another rope of goo, not holding anything back as his body tremored. He shook violently emptying himself out, hilting inside her repeatedly, his balls working overtime to supply the fem with the juices she so gluttonously craved. The crafty chu made sure that each eruption occurred when he was as deep inside as possible with only his balls outside of her.

As the male spilled the contents of his balls into the pop star below, she gripped him harder than ever, clamping him from the tip all the way to the base. The cum, the erratic tremors and shakes of his cock, the collapsing of her vaginal walls around him, all of it together was just too much for her and she soon lost herself. Her entire body quaked and vibrated aggressively underneath him, all of her muscles tightening and loosening abruptly. Her insides repeatedly crushed the appendage deep within, the multiple eruptions of white, virile cum making her scream, waves of pleasure crashing onto her.

The male dug his paws even deeper into the female's back while shooting his load, deep in the grasp of his own ecstasy, lost in it. Rozanne squealed, still quivering, enraptured in her own bliss and unable to think about anything at all. Amidst their frenzied paradise, the male's semen rushed through her walls and poured past her cervix with ease. Rozanne's sex organ helped by directing the squeezes inward, sucking up the seed, vacuuming it directly to her chamber.

The semen made its way into her womb, each drop carrying millions upon millions of sperm cells. The white liquid ran through her womb travelling higher up her reproductive cavity. It rushed and rushed, flowing until reaching the fallopian tube, the bridge between her womb and her ovaries. The two mating Pikachu were oblivious to the grand unification that was about to occur, still completely overloaded with oxytocin.

Within her fallopian tubes were multiple egg cells, ripe for the taking, ready to be fertilized. The motile sperm swam into Rozanne's fallopian tubes, searching for the matured egg cells she had been releasing. It didn't take long for the eager tadpoles to find them, naturally drawn to the female sex cells as if by a magnet.

Soon millions of sperm cells encircled the first egg inside her, and then a mad dash ensued to determine which of them would be the lucky winner. They swam ever and ever closer, quickly closing the distance until one of them made contact. The fastest gamete embedded its head into the egg without hesitation, wriggling its way deeper and deeper until it was totally inside, completing the unification. The DNA of both the male and female fused inside the pop star to form new life.

Soon all the eggs inside of the heated Pikachu had been fertilized, the male's virile sperm darting straight to the ova. One after another, each reproductive cell she had to offer was claimed, Rozanne conceiving again and again. With that, she had been mated and bred. The process of reproduction had begun inside her and her womb would soon be home to many tiny, growing Pichu. With all of her eggs taken by this hot, dominant stud, her motherhood was guaranteed.

The two of them continued to shudder and convulse against one another, even after fertilization, their natural impulses demanding them to do everything they could to ensure insemination. Soon, however, their shaking became weaker and the intense ferocity of their orgasms slowly began to fade. In its wake, natural highs set in among the pair, their muscles gradually relaxing as they came to. They both huffed and panted and felt each other's hearts beat fast as they became light-headed. After such a powerful and passionate finish, the Pikachu could only stay as they were and take deep breaths for a few moments.

Panting hard in the female's ear, like a Mightyena after running a marathon, the male sniffed her neck again. "Pika..." he whispered to her in a husky, sultry voice, the last of his seed spilling from his cock as he did so.

Rozanne blushed softly, the Pikachu on the bottom still catching her breath. She didn't say anything back for a while, perhaps couldn't after such an incredible climax. She couldn't say she didn't enjoy some dirty talk after such amazing sexual intercourse, though. Her ears twitched lightly as she listened to him whisper in the sexiest, most gratified way possible.

The male took one of his paws from her back, tracing it along her side and to her front. Once his paw was at her front, he reached backward and stopped at her belly. He squeezed it playfully and whispered "Pika..." in the same husky voice as before.

Rozanne moaned, a hot shiver running down her spine. She smiled as even more of her suitor's spunk slid down her tunnel into her womb assisted by gravity, and gave a small happy laugh as she considered the very real possibility that she might be pregnant. She had never given it much thought before, but she had always wanted children of her own. She didn't think she'd want them now, but feeling her mate's paw on her belly made her feel joyful. She couldn't quite place her paw on why, but the thought of being a mother excited her.

The male rubbed and stroked Rozanne's belly, enjoying the warmth of the purring singer below. Suddenly, he looked at his other front paw, still placed on her back, and looked on in concern as he realized he had torn part of her dress. "Pikaaaa..." he trailed off reluctantly.

"Pi?" Rozanne asked her curiosity piqued by the male's change of tone.

Her mate lifted his paw from her back and then placed it on her exposed back fur.

Rozanne didn't catch on at first, but then slowly realized that his paw felt a bit different. "Pi..." she replied, initially disappointed. She remained silent for a moment, but then she remembered! "Pika Pikachu chu," relief reflected in her tone of voice, "Pi Pika Pika!"

The male sighed with relief. A spare outfit? Those singers and dancers truly had thought of everything!

The pop star giggled, "Pika pi! Pi Pikachu!"

Her mate blushed as he realized that he was still hilted deep inside his mistress. Hesitantly, he removed himself from her depths, not wanting to give up the warmth he felt. As he detached, some of his spooge trickled from the fem's opening, leaking freely onto the floor below. A thick string hung in the air between them, arching down from Rozanne's pussy then rising back up toward the male's dick, connecting the two of them even as he began to dismount.

The male Pikachu raised both paws away from his princess and begun to stand up, though not before giving her belly another squeeze. He steadied himself by putting his paws on the top of Rozanne's rump, one on either side of her heart-shaped tail, using it as leverage to step off of her ankles. One foot after the other then, he descended onto solid ground and gave that nice round butt one last grab.

Rozanne sighed feeling the male get off of her. Though she enjoyed having him on top of her, having to support that much weight while standing could get awfully tiring. She turned her head, trying to look behind her before standing up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a puddle of white that was larger than it had any right to be. She blushed hard. Had she really taken all of that?

She stood up fast, a little too fast, cum flinging every which direction. She even felt some get onto the underside of her skirt. What a shame. She shrugged it off - she did have a spare after all - and turned around to get a better look at the mess they made. Her mouth opened and stayed open as she stared down at the floor and the white, sticky fluids coating part of it. What she found even more impressive was the fact that there wasn't just one pile now, but two, the second one seeping into the surface.

She stood fascinated, examining all the baby batter that had been injected into her. Though this stud of a male had already claimed her twice and had done an absolutely fantastic job both times, she couldn't resist the thought of receiving a third helping. She knew in her head that perhaps this was a bad idea. The second part of the show was set to begin any minute and she still needed to change out of her contaminated dress. Additionally, there were absolutely no doubts in her mind that she was already pregnant by now. Her heat would go away as soon as her body began to direct resources to nourishing and growing the Pichu on the way. There were seemingly no benefits to a third steamy encounter with this unknown male and yet...

She looked at her mate again, gazed at him affectionately. His cum was still leaking from her as she stepped forward. She stepped forward again, licking her lips and giving him her best bedroom eyes. She got closer and closer, waddling through the white puddle below, stepping on it without a care in the world. Rozanne trailed spooge behind her on her mission to experience his expert touch one last time. At this point, she didn't care about her dress, didn't care about her trainer, didn't even care about the show. She needed him, just this one last time; she needed him inside of her.

She sat on the ground in front of him, spreading her legs and looking up seductively at him. "Piikaaa~" she cooed, pointing to her skirt, "Piiiiika~"

She smiled as she watched the male's penis twitch right in front of her face, amazed at how he was already spurting pre. "Piiiika...? Pikachu~" she teased, reaching a paw below her skirt and gliding it across her labia. She shivered while she touched herself, but watched the male's reaction closely, taking note of any sign of interest.

She could sense him breathing deeper as he stood in front of her, could sense his heart pounding as his eyes dilated wide at the sight before him. The male's balls churned in their sac and seemed to increase in size right before her eyes. His lips furled upward and his eyes focused in on her, meeting her gaze. They stared at one another, deep into each others' eyes, sharing a moment of intimacy. They didn't break contact for a long time, tension building up naturally between the two.

Rozanne huffed and her guest grunted. The pop star knew he was raring to go now, chomping at the bit, prepared to absolutely destroy her pussy. She knew from the confidence he exuded, from the lust in his eyes, from his imposing, towering figure. The female could sense him growing more and more impatient, holding back from pouncing on her, tackling her to the ground, and pinning her down. He was waiting for her next move, waiting for her to show him how much she wanted him, how much she needed him.

The female didn't break eye contact as she lay down on her back, staining the back of her dress with the cum on the floor and she didn't break eye contact as she spread her legs, revealing her genitals to the horny male once again. Her gaze, however, was soon interrupted by a loud moan and she arched her head skyward as she lay there. She couldn't wait any longer for his touch.

"Pika pika... Pika pika... Pika pika," she begged in between moans becoming more and more desperate with each passing second.

The male's response was quick and to the point. He walked up close to the pleading chu below and yanked her skirt up toward her belly, exposing her completely. Swiftly, he spread his feet apart and hunched over her, meeting her belly to belly, chest to chest, face to face. It didn't take him long to aim, finding the soft wet opening almost immediately. He shoved his forepaws onto her chest and growled deeply, twitching hard outside of her dripping entrance, waiting for her to beg one last time before pricking her.

"Pika... Pika pika... Pika pika... Pika Pikaaaaaa!"

Her last plea was cut short as he rammed himself into her so hard that it sent ripples across her butt. He humped her again quickly, immediately working himself into a frentic rhythm, the semen from their last two sessions being all the lube he needed. He pushed in and out, in and out with force and vigor, not hesitating to be rough with the chu below, wanting this last encounter to be something she would never forget.

She squeezed and tugged on him, effortlessly massaging him, already milking him for his pre. The warm cum inside of her felt incredible as it sloshed all around, painting her pink canvas a thick white. She gripped and grasped and clenched him as he mated her, gripping and clamping as hard as she could. She couldn't help herself as the male plunged again and again, his cock continuously parting her walls, continuously mixing around his seed, continuously slipping against every sensitive ridge she had to offer.

The sounds of balls slapping hard against crotch fur echoed throughout the dressing room, Rozanne squeaking whenever his gonads pounded against her lower rump. She blushed, the small but potent slapping sounds assaulting her ears as she lay letting a stranger take her; One slap after another rhythmic and methodical, swift, and raw, hanging, resonating in the air, only interrupted by the whines and moans of the Pikachu on the bottom.

The male dug his claws into her chest while he battered her pussy, the female's vaginal embraces coming in even stronger than before. He tore through both sides of the dress, right next to the gold-plated buttons and discarded the cloth. Swiftly then, he shoved his paws back onto Rozanne's chest and grabbed, becoming hotter as he felt her soft, silky fur and labored breaths below him. Pre leaked from him while he twitched at this newer, closer contact and he bucked hard on feeling a new part of his mistress's body.

The more submissive Pikachu gave another squeeze to the male as he grabbed her chest. She loved the bare contact, the closeness and intimacy of fur touching fur and the raw, primal sense of bonding that came along with it. Rozanne slowly reached toward her bowtie, paw shaking, panting hard from her rut. Her mate growled and placed one of his paws on hers, then used the other one to pull a loose end, quickly undoing it.

Hasty, fervent paws blitzed their way to Rozanne's golden buttons immediately after and unbuttoned them. Rozanne gasped hearing the small snaps and purred when the straps of her dress were removed from her shoulders. The male impatiently slung the first strap across her arm, through the white ruffled cuff on her wrist and over her paw, followed briskly by the second, which opened up her chest to him. He grinned with anticipation, baring his teeth as he stared hungrily at the lady's uncovered chest. Rozanne blushed feeling the top of her dress, her bodice, grow limp only connected to her skirt by the yellow stripe encircling her belly. She looked up at her suitor amid hot, deep breaths, watching as he flashed his teeth at her and hovered his paws above her chest.

She clamped hard as her partner's paws squeezed her open chest. Her walls collapsed around him as he stroked and rubbed her chest fur. She squeezed and clasped squirming underneath him, simultaneously tugging his dick toward her cervix. Rozanne crushed the male's rod as he kneaded at her chest fur, grabbed it, stroked, trailed along it, pushed down on it. She knew he was playing with her, toying with her, but it just felt so good. Even if she tried not to moan, not to squeal, not to urgently milk him for any precum she could get, she would fail. His expert handling of her chest, sides, and upper belly was just too much for her.

The male growled with gratification as he heard the cute, feminine noises coming from the wriggling, squeaming chick below. He pressed down on her midsection hard as a particularly potent spasm spurted a higher than normal amount of pre into the ladychu.

"Pika!" she half-screamed, pressing her soft, wet insides all around him, sucking his cock deeper into her and vacuuming all the pre he had emitted past her cervix into her womb. She moaned the temporary release quickly replaced by a rising tension returning in full force. Rozanne wanted release so bad, saying so in the way she squealed, the way she trembled, the way she clasped around her mate. She wanted her partner to hilt himself deep inside and bump his tip against her cervix before giving her one last load. She wanted him all around her, spasming and shaking, shooting his seed into her womb.

Her partner, panting hard above her, sensed how close she was getting; He could tell she was almost at her tipping point. The male's balls churned in their sac again as he screwed the famed Rozanne, no doubt signaling his own imminent end. He looked at his partner, face already contorted with sexual bliss, eyes closed wistfully, mouth wide open. He smiled to himself, not knowing if he would ever get this opportunity again and leaned his head in toward hers.

Rozanne's eyes flew open as she felt his lips on hers, smooching, opening, asking permission to enter. The female convulsed hard around the male and opened her mouth to him, letting him do as he pleased. The male used this opportunity to sneak his tongue into her mouth as he fucked her, dick twitching wildly, pre spurting from the tip. His tongue explored the inside of her maw as he continued to plow her, glossing over her teeth, snaking around to the insides of her cheeks, licking the roof of her mouth. He kneaded her chest as his appendage searched deeper inside his mistress's maw, tongue slithering past her teeth, touching her tongue. His mouth vibrated as Rozanne moaned. She moved her tongue, extending it toward his, moaning as they touched.

Their tongues danced around one another in the lady's mouth, slithering, climbing up one another. Rozanne's insides squeezed. Their tongues curled around one another in a helix. She contracted. The wet slimy appendages in her mouth wiggled and wriggled closely together, curving to make the fit more perfect. She convulsed. Her partner's tongue gave hers a slight hug and moved forward into her mouth. Her pussy quivered. His tongue uncurled around hers only to recoil around it in dominant fashion, encircling it with his saliva. Her walls constricted. She could feel herself slipping. He pushed their tongues even deeper back and pressed his paws into her chest perhaps sensing what was about to come. Her insides began to tremble erratically; it was beginning. He strengthened his grip on her chest, securing her firmly in place and moved his tongue up and down hers, maintaining his positioning, maintaining his embrace. She was lost.

A loud primal moan erupted from Rozanne, making the male unfurl around her tongue and cease the kiss. Her whole body trembled, shaking hard as her channel milked the rod inside for anything she could get. Chills coursed through her abs and up her spine, down from the tips of her toes all the way to her chest. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her face flushed a hot red, leaving her mate to watch his delicate Rozanne become corrupted with pleasure. She gripped the male hard as he got closer and closer to his own finish, tightening so much around him that he couldn't even thrust out. She kept him in place, trapping him demanding the seed she had asked for. She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, the male's eyes marveling at how strong she was. He had no choice in the matter, her body would not give up, she would not release. Tension flooded his body and his member spasmed hard just from the contractions. He grit his teeth and growled, preparing himself to finish what he had started. He lowered his head toward Rozanne's neck again and took a deep breath, ramming himself in as deep as he could.

The male growled loud and deep, nearly slamming his paws into her as he released. He came, trembling above her, a powerful electrifying force causing his whole body to go haywire. He jerked and jolted, his legs, hips, belly, and chest shuddering and vibrating all at once. He bucked his hips in and out, drilling into her with incredible force and effort even as she clamped so tightly around him. His cock spasmed hard against her walls propelling his seed into her and engulfing her insides with white. Rope after rope, spurt after spurt of his goo blasted into her, darting into her womb for a third time in a row. Rozanne's walls convulsed urgently as the male ejaculated, greedily draining the rod for its precious liquids, pulling every droplet into her. Her suitor pushed into her with all of his might, making her move backward over the spooge from their last session. Still jerking and trembling, he slammed his paws into her chest a second time and pushed again just as hard. This next rut sent ripples across the female's butt, belly, and legs as she lay buckled underneath her mate, taking and taking and taking his cum.

Just as Rozanne had trapped her suitor inside with her tight constrictions, he had now snared her within his grasp. Every time she tried to wriggle or squirm, her movement was inhibited, giving her no option but to lie there and take. The male had overpowered and claimed her in dominant fashion. He had her so completely enthralled that she had not only let him have his way with her, but had begged him to. Even as she clamped him, even as chills and ripples surged across her form, she felt another sort of tension mounting; One that would give way to something even more primal, more exhilarating than her previous three orgasms. She inhaled sharply, preparing herself. Reality disappeared.

Her body violently jerked and quivered, gripping the cock inside, squeezing and shaking it. The male loosened his grip slightly as Rozanne involuntarily moved herself even closer, taking his entire length. Clear, feminine liquids shot out from the female as she shook hard. She quivered and quaked, relentlessly spraying her own fluids, still taking. Rozanne was silent as she stained her mate's crotch fur; her mouth hung wordlessly open. She pushed squirt after squirt of clear honey out of her as she trapped him again. She pressed and pressed, more of her nectar spurting from her.

Soon, however, the supply of seed began to slow. Her body had been pushed to the absolute limit in its quest to rid itself of her estrus. She squeezed still, squirted as the male began to lurch. He wobbled unsteadily on top of her, his stream almost completely dried up. The female didn't stop squeezing or squirting until his body went limp and he lay completely on top of her. She opened her eyes after she finished and felt him breathing heavily on her. He was warm, hot even and comforting.

The two Pikachu cuddled against one another as they struggled to regain their breaths. The male had collapsed onto Rozanne, paws splayed on her sides, sapped of energy from the powerful, explosive orgasm he had just experienced. He huffed and panted inside of Rozanne's ears as he lay on top of her, gruff husky breaths emanating deep from his throat. His heart continued to pound in his chest only gradually slowing. All of his muscles relaxed, making his body looser after yet another strenuous mating session. He felt her chest rise and fall underneath him too, felt her heart thumping within. His cock twitched again, delivering another spurt through her battered folds as he decompressed. A sense of contentment and bliss washed over him, his head light from pleasure.

The female below was equally as euphoric, emanating a peaceful post-orgasm afterglow. She wiggled slightly against her partner, craving more body contact now instead of sex. She breathed just as hard as her partner and purred feeling his warm body covering her like a heavy blanket. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at the face she saw before her. Her mind buzzed as she looked at him, his caring mellow brown eyes making her weak. Rozanne gave a single short giggle under the male's embrace then purred. The pop star blushed a hot red underneath her yellow face as she wiggled her hips, making them brush against his. She felt a clear, wet splotch on the male's fur where she had squirted and the penis inside shifted slightly.

Her partner removed a paw from her sides and pressed it softly into her chest, lifting himself up. He looked at the enraptured female below, smiled back, and gave a short chuckle of his own, this one deeper and gruffer. He placed his other paw right beside one of her cheeks and then leaned in. A smooth, loving kiss followed. It wasn't a French kiss, not long, intimate, and sexual, but it wasn't short either. It was a warm, soft kiss on the lips, a union between his lips and hers. Rozanne moaned returning the kiss, her paws outstretched and gingerly placed on both sides of the other Pikachu's face. They tilted their heads, enjoying the taste of one another, their lips fitting neatly together like pieces of a puzzle. They shared this moment together, savored it, their lips and bodies tingling from the touch.

The male broke the kiss, carefully gliding his paw away from the mistress's cheeks and toward her neck. He slid across her neck fur then across her chest fur, his paw snaking lower and lower down her body. It trailed along, the female tingling while the warm, soft paw toured her belly. He reached the marvelous yellow stripe of her stained dress, the stripe connecting the skirt to the bodice, and slid his paw underneath. He looked back up at her warmly as he made his next move, grabbing the strip and raising his paw, creating some resistance between the top and the bottom.

He removed his other paw and straightened his body out, standing upright, member shifting slightly inside of her as he did so. He placed his free paw on her belly just below the yellow strip he was holding and rubbed affectionately in circles. "Piiiikaaa~" he cooed softly, meeting her gaze.

Rozanne giggled and looked away modestly, "Piiika Pika,"

The male nodded, still happily rubbing the fur on her belly, "Pikachu... Pika Pi, Pika,"

She was flattered, mouth hanging wordlessly open in a smile. That was so sweet of him to say.

"Pikachu Pika... Pika Pi," he continued while winking at her, still supplying her lower belly with heartfelt massages.

Rozanne sighed peacefully and opened her mouth intending to say something back, but she swallowed her words as she heard a noise from above. It came from the ceiling, one singular large force followed by another. She remained silent, ears perked up, listening. There was a rhythm to it, a deep, and methodic one. It didn't have the same pitter-patter as before; it was slower, coming in sets of two instead of four. She kept her ears open, hearing another set of two... and then another. Her smile disappeared and a knot formed in the base of her stomach. Her face became pale and her heart beat fast again.

The male tilted his head slowly to the side, observing his partner. He saw concern in her eyes, some fear, and even... sadness? His ears twitched, the sound of the proceeding two pounds above attacking them. His face dropped and he stopped his belly rubs as he realized what it was.

Suddenly, he craned his neck in seemingly random directions, whipping his head to one side and then another. His eyes darted left and right, up and down frantically scanning the room, searching. He looked and he looked his pulse quickening, anxiety heightening. This couldn't be the end! There had to be a way out; there had to be an escape! Another pair of bumps rang from above; time was running out.

Then his face lit up! A white rectangle with two columns of diagonal slits oriented down sat above the dresser. He knew there was a space just large enough for him to crawl through behind it as he had been inside one of these things before. There was a chance that it would be bolted onto the wall by nails on either side, but there were no other options. Two more thumps above reverberated ominously through the room. He had to move quickly.

The male turned to Rozanne and leaned in, giving her one last quick smooch on the lips. "Pika..." he squeaked apologetically while two more thumps issued from upstairs.

He twitched weakly inside the female once more giving her the last of his ejaculate then swiftly pulled out, globs of his semen spilling unceremoniously from Rozanne's opening. Some of his seed clung to her as it cascaded over her rump toward the underside of her skirt and stained it. Most of it, however, leaked to the floor creating another puddle between the pop star's legs. Thump thump.

Once he was completely out, the male walked over to his partner and stood at her side. He grabbed a part of her skirt with one of his paws and wrapped it around his half erect dick, squeezing and pulling. A small rope casually spurted from him onto the skirt, followed by one last tiny droplet. He wiped himself on it, cleaning it off, making sure he wouldn't leave a trail that could be traced back to him. The noises overhead became quieter as they veered toward the side of the dressing room.

Rozanne's suitor extended a paw onto her belly one last time and rubbed, but the female frowned. "Pika! Pika Pika!" she whispered irritably at him, waving her paws toward the white rectangle above the dresser. The room was eerily quiet now.

The male Pikachu finally turned toward the dresser then darted lithely up it, having no problems with the climb whatsoever. When he reached the top, he turned around at Rozanne again, but was met with more impatient paw waves. He winked at her then lifted the air vent to reveal the small crawlspace out of the room. He sighed happily, thanking Arceus it hadn't been bolted to the wall then entered the hole.

Rozanne heard steps just outside of her door and quickly bolted up. She turned around and tried to pick up the upper part of her dress, which hung loosely from her back. She sighed in frustration, not quite able to reach it. The doorknob turned and she swiveled her head toward the vent. She looked at it closely. The white, rectangular cover had been snugly placed over the hole and the male Pikachu was gone, not a trace of him left. The door swung open.

Rozanne looked sheepishly at her trainer as he came into view. Semen dripped between her legs and a puddle of spunk sat atop the floor. The pop star's bodice dangled behind her, crusty with the male Pikachu's special gift. Her glittery skirt, pink purple and white, appeared wet and splotchy at places, particularly around the lower edges. Her pink bowtie had been undone and strewn onto the floor along with tattered bits and pieces of her dress. The Pikachu herself looked hot and breathless almost exhausted as she stood facing her trainer. She gulped and looked around the room, embarrassed. She opened her mouth then closed it. Would he believe her if she said it wasn't what it looked like?