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"I can't believe I'm finally here," Pikachu thought to himself. As he walked down the unfamiliar halls of Orre Academy, he could literally feel the prestige that gave the place its reputation. Groups of Pokémon confidently walked or jogged around him, heading to their jobs and lessons for the day. Having recently arrived, signed up and all, he was excited to join them and work alongside the many species that he'd never met before.

Trey was on a personal quest for mastery of himself. Hailing from a city built around an abandoned power plant, he was seen as a champion by all the Pokémon he had ever known, protecting that city from any trouble that could befall it. Whether it was fighting against feral Pokémon that threatened to destroy, or using his skill with electronics to manage the city's aged technology, this Pikachu was a prodigy.

But when he learnt about Orre Academy, the country-sized boarding school to train Pokémon in every aspect of life, he left his champion status behind in hopes of bettering himself. Even though the academy was hidden in treacherous mountains, he had no trouble reaching there. Now that he was here, he just had to find the right regime and begin his training to achieve greater heights than a Pikachu could ever have thought to achieve.

His new dorm of residence was quite a walk away from the entry counter, but that only gave him more time to admire the timeless architecture of the halls or the eventful atmosphere granted by the Pokémon. He hadn't been here for half an hour and already he'd lost count of all the new species of Pokémon he'd never seen before, enjoying the muffled sound of their jovial conversations and enthusiastic shouts. Everything was smooth, lively, well maintained, and smelt of fresh air despite being indoors.

That said, he also appreciated that slight sense of familiarity the size of this place gave. These halls often ended at crossroads with street signs and all, so it felt just like the city he was used to getting around. He was especially surprised when his directions led him upstairs, where he was met with even more indoor streets and fancy themed architecture. He gave it all a sunny smile, tucked his arms behind his head and marched, referring to the directions to his dorm every now and then. Having to walk so far didn't bother him at all.

"Alright. Makes sense it'd be quieter where are the Pokémon are living," Trey said himself. He laid one paw on the door to his room and checked his notes one more time to ensure he had the right one. Before he could verify properly though, a crash that sounded like a shattered pot came from within, followed by a curse.

He burst into the room and skidded to a stop, spotting the broken vase right away. It was fixable, so he ignored it to look around for the perpetrator, where he flinched upon finding them. A Pichu was hanging from a lightshade making a daredevil attempt to replace the lightbulb, it seemed.

"What're you doing? Get down from there!" Trey cried.

"Wa-wait, don't hit me! I know what I'm doing, I swear!" the Pichu cried back, latching himself to the ceiling. Trey was about to argue but noticed that he wasn't exactly dangling or struggling. He screwed the new bulb in while the old one hung in the shade, which he had no trouble scooping up as he flung himself down to the ground. "Sorry about that. I didn't expect the vase to fall... I'm gonna have to pay for that."

Trey looked the Pichu from head to toe, thankfully able to do that without looking rude due to the Pokémon being far shorter than him. "There are better ways to replace a light bulb, you know."

"For a Pichu, though? There aren't any stepladders that go that close to a ceiling. Besides, it only helps put my skills to good use," Pichu said. "Who're you, anyway?"

"Oh, ah- sorry about that. My name's Trey, I believe I'll be your new roommate. I'm going to be training here for a while," Trey introduced, bowing with a smile. Pichu flinched back.

"Oh gosh, right I totally forgot I was getting a new roommate today! They let me know and everything, yet here I am messing about on the ceiling," he said, glancing left to right. "Er, my name's Keith. D-do you mind giving me a minute? I gotta sort it all out so you've got space!"

"Oh. Sure thing," Trey said, smiling. Keith half turned around, and then gestured out the door with a cheeky smile and a blush. "Outside? Really?"

"Sorry, I won't be a minute! I promise."

Trey shrugged but stepped out anyway. The very instant the door closed, unfathomable noises of tidying chaos came out from within, making him raise an eyebrow. Before he knew it, Keith came back out, that same cheeky smile on his face. "All done! I made sure you have a bed now and that all is tidy."

Trey was surprised. The room had been a bit messy when he entered, but now it was spotless, and it took less than a minute. His new room was homely, spacious, with round carpets where they needed to be. They had a bookshelf for entertainment, a kitchen, and a bathroom, complete with bathtub and all.

"Is this really our room? It's better than anything I've ever had!" Trey said. Keith smiled at him. "And you've been here alone all this time?"

"I_know_ right? Sweet living conditions and everything. It doesn't matter what you're training in, as long as you look after the place, they treat you nice," Keith said, throwing himself on the bed. Trey's was on the opposite side and was of the same quality, a single bunk big and soft enough to handle a couple of Dewott.

"This is almost too much... are you like, secretly some kind of prodigy? Not what I was expecting for a kid."

"A kid? Aw c'mon, I might be a Pichu, but I'm probably older than you," Keith said.

"Oh really? How old are you, then?"

"I'll tell you my age if you tell me yours."

"I'm twenty-four," Trey said, making Keith's eyes widen.

"Oh wow, lucky you. Birth month?"

"... April," Trey said slowly.

"Aw darn it. September for me. So you're older by a few months," Keith said. He cocked a smug smile. "I have to be a Pichu, though. It's important for my skills."

"Oh yeah? Back in my hometown, kids were all Pokémon who weren't evolved by at least one stage. So not that I'm testing you or anything, but you might have to prove it to me," Trey said, shrugging with his own smug smile.

"Hey you're the new student here. Ever heard of treasure hunters? They're a real deal."

"I imagine the title says it all," Trey said.

"We're specialists in specific roles. Digging, maintenance, trap setting, pawning... me, I'm a pirate type. So finding and stealing stuff from crooks, that's my good bit. I need to be small to get around," Keith said, posing. "But I knew you'd test me for my legitimacy, so I took the liberty of getting a head start. I've got your wallet."

"That's nonsense, I haven't even--" Trey began to speak before his heart had shock. He gave his bag a quick run over, but couldn't feel his wallet within. He opened and checked inside, and surely enough, it was gone. "How could you have - when? Give it back you thief!"

"When I told ya to wait outside?" Keith said, snickering.

Trey looked up to think about it, and his mind had a light bulb. It was so obvious, yet not so obvious. "I let my guard down for the slightest moment, and he took it. Could he really steal my wallet in that time?"

"I already hid it, too. Bet you can't find it."

"Maybe you think this is cute or funny, but it really isn't. Give it back or I'll take it back," Trey said, closing his fists.

"You're not even going to try?"

Trey knew not to play games with thieves, so to him, that was an answer. He hopped off the floor and sizzled with bolts briefly to warn of a Thundershock, causing Keith to cry out and stumble away. The Pichu was floored even though the attack didn't hit him.

"Whoa hey what's the big idea?"

"Give back what you stole or else," Trey said. "You don't want to mess with me."

The Pichu hesitated for a moment, to which Trey frowned and rubbed his cheeks to ready more electricity. This time, out came a Thunderbolt with a strong enough blast to fill the room with grey smoke. The carpet was left blackened where he hit, but Keith was nowhere to be seen.

"He used Agility? But where?" Trey growled in his head, searching quickly. The moment he spotted Keith amongst the décor on top of the bookshelf, he launched himself up there with Quick Attack, hitting the wall hard enough to shake the whole room.

"Whoa take it easy, you're gonna break stuff!" Keith cried, darting over to catch the trinkets that fell. Trey tried to take advantage of that by tackling him down, but the Pichu evaded him faster than his eyes could follow. He smashed front first onto the ground instead. Searching for the Pichu again, he spotted him behind the bed.

"You might be fast, but you will not escape me," Trey said, going onto all fours. He went into Quick Attack again, but rather than aiming to hit, used it to reach Keith's position in a flash. The moment he did, the Pichu got away in a blur of yellow light with Agility.

They carried on like this for a moment, darting back and forth across the room. Keith's small figure and surprising delicacy enabled him to avoid knocking over or damaging things, whilst Trey's bulkier form had him hitting everything with enough force to make a horrible crashing sound. With the Pikachu's focus however, he eventually caught Keith head on in the centre of the room, and dived into him. The two went rolling into a corner by the door.

"Ack, you actually--"

"Wasn't expecting that now, were you? Not so tough now, huh?" Trey shouted, wrestling the Pichu in his grip.

"Alright alright I get it I'm sorry I'll give it back, I promise!" Keith cried. "It's already back in your bag."

"Yeah right, like I'm supposed to--"

"No seriously it is it is!" Keith cried. Trey gave him an angry glare but let him go to check, and surely enough, his wallet was back in his bag right where he remembered it.

"How the heck did you--"

"I can't share my secrets. But just know that I've got a lot of skill," the Pichu said, posing proudly.

"Oh yeah. Sure. And now our room's a mess again."

"Hey that was your fault. But I guess I gotta clean it up anyway."

Trey thought of a witty retort, but he wasn't expecting the offer to tidy again. He wasn't asked to leave this time either, so he was able to see Keith's technique that let him do it all so quickly. Agility let him swipe things off the floor and climb the walls, making putting everything away a breeze. But it was the way the Pichu moved that really caught his eye. Every time Keith stopped, his body was in an optimal position despite the mundane task, as well as being able to latch to walls perfectly.

He would be hard pressed to argue that his roommate wasn't skilled. To steal something that easily from him was one thing, but to put it back, avoid him for so long, and then use his Pokémon moves for such a task - he had never even considered that moves could be used for anything other than fighting. It could be described as a delicate Agility, such careful usage and balancing of the move was nothing short of impressive.

"Would you believe me if I told you you're the first person to catch me in a while? Well, besides friends and stuff," Keith said once his bed was back in order. He happily sat on it, and Trey warily walked over.

"You had my money. I wasn't going to let you walk off and spend it. Why'd you even take it if you're my roommate?"

"... Promise you won't laugh?" Keith asked.

"Why would I laugh?"

"Because it's kinda stupid..."

"Well if it's involving Pokémon's wallets and money, then I ain't laughing," Trey said, folding his arms. Keith started playing with his feet.

"I'm so sick of being treated as the smaller Pokémon. I mean, I know I am the smaller Pokémon technically... but you know, none of my past roommates took me seriously, even when I told them what I could do. I started having to prove myself by stealing their stuff, but all of them still wouldn't believe it was me."

"That's quite a way to prove yourself. All those spins and stretches and speed - it's obvious you're the real deal. Guess I'm just lucky I'm used to taking down scoundrels," Trey said, tilting his head.

"I promise, I had no plans to actually keep your stuff. I just, you know, wanted you to not treat me like a kid."

"You're my roommate in an academy I'm new in. I wouldn't dare step out of line unless you were constantly a jerk to me or something," Trey said, starting to pace. "Now that I think about it, the number of lawbreakers who take me on and think they can win just because I'm a Pikachu and not something bigger... I guess I know how you feel. Except, I lived in a town and not a school, so I guess I didn't have to live with it."

"Your strength is pretty real, too. Are you training for like, stamina or something?"

"Stamina?"

"Yeah, you know, training that focuses on longevity during battles or something. Someone like you probably doesn't need help elsewhere if they can catch a Pokémon like me."

"Heh, I like the confidence in yourself. But I think I'll see what else they have on offer before deciding. Stamina training does sound enticing, though."

"Well if you're looking for battle related stuff, there's a Pachirisu that teaches it all. He may be a Pachirisu, but he's respected because he was once owned by a world champion Pokémon trainer."

Trey smiled excitedly. "A Pokémon formerly owned by a powerful trainer? Sounds like all the Pokémon here have stories to tell. I guess I'll pay him a visit tomorrow and see what strikes my fancy."

...

When tomorrow came, Trey had himself a bigger breakfast than he expected. Sure it was a hassle having to line up and deal with a school's worth of Pokémon all receiving free food in one hall, but he still found himself being given more food than he could manage. It was all good quality too, so after he ate, he was more than ready for the day ahead.

A little bit of research taught him that the battle instructor for electric types was a Pachirisu just like Keith had told him. A Pachirisu by the name of Sejun who resided in a 'mechanical gym'. Trey had questions about the name of the place until he arrived, where it was everything he should've expected it to be.

A traditional gym battle floor with many rooms leading off and spectator stands. All of it had a sterilised, synthetic feel to it, being made of silver and turquoise with a dull, shiny paint scheme. Wires, pipes, sheets of metal, show lights, low humming engines, and all sorts of other technologic equipment patterned the walls and floor, making it look like he was walking inside of a giant robot.

"Don't take another step!" a voice boomed, making Trey jump. The Pachirisu he was hoping to see flew from somewhere high up and landed before him perfectly, posing with sparking cheeks.

"Whoa, easy on the confrontation," Trey said, raising his paws. Pachirisu stopped.

"This is the electric type training ground. This is a place for the determined, those who want to push themselves beyond their limits and compare with the likes of legendary Pokémon. Don't come any closer unless you're wanting to train under me!" Pachirisu said.

Trey lowered his paws. "You're Sejun, right? I came here to receive training from you. I want to know what courses you offer, though."

Sejun blinked at him, staring in silence for a moment. "You don't decide that, here. I do. I judge your current state and train you as I see fit."

"That would explain why this place is empty. A little guy like him telling some other big Pokémon what to do based on intuition alone... Well, might as well give it a shot." Trey thought, sneaking a glance around.

"You can't even focus your sight on me. Go away. You're not into this," Sejun said, turning around. Trey's eyes widened.

"Excuse me, what?"

"You heard me. You couldn't even keep eye contact. You won't last a day under my training. You might as well leave now."

"I'll be the judge of that. I'm here to see whether this is something I'll like or not. I joined the academy to get stronger. If you can teach me anything, then I'm all for it."

Sejun looked him over again. "Show me your conviction to that statement. Right now, all I can feel is you judging and challenging me based on my appearance."

"Then what do you want me to do? Bow to you? Call you 'sensei' and all that?"

Sejun's current frown slowly turned into a confident smirk. "Do you trust me to make a judgement on your current ability? Based solely on your appearance?"

"Let's hear what you've got, then," Trey said, folding his arms. There was a pause.

"You're exceptional in many areas. If you were to train under me now, I see you graduating quicker than other students, but only if you treat each session with great conviction. If you let that statement drive your confidence, you will never last. But your main weakness will be your patience. You cannot last long against a tricky opponent that can avoid your attacks or draw out the length of combat."

"So stamina training," Trey said.

"There. A solid example of your impatience," Sejun said. Trey didn't reply. "Will you be starting your training now?"

"I don't see myself doing anything else today," Trey said.

"Good. Follow me."

Trey hesitated at first, but followed the squirrel Pokémon anyway. They didn't go very far, just through one of the various doors on the other side of the gym. He was led through a thin corridor lined with real electrical components like circuit boards, wires, and blinking device screens. He grew nervous as the width of the corridor altered thanks to all the wires lining it, and flinched upon stepping onto wiring as well.

"This room is above the downstairs dinner hall. There'll be Pokémon coming in for hot food all day, so they'll need all the electricity they can get," Sejun said, showing him to the centre of the room. There was a huge, hi-tech electrical device setup there. It somewhat resembled a supercomputer, but with no screen and a number of apparatus jutting from it, it was impossible to tell its function, just that it was very important and shouldn't be tampered with.

Despite that, Sejun jumped up and gnawed into it with Super Fang, tearing several wires from it. Trey gasped and stuck a paw out, his eyes popping out in surprise. But it blew up into a smoky burst of sparks right in front of him.

"And boom. Now the dinner hall has no power," Sejun said, facing Trey.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Trey cried.

Sejun somewhat ignored him, retrieving several of the wires he'd snapped in half. He gestured Trey to come over. "Here. If you can keep these on your cheeks and channel them with electricity, you can keep the hall powered up."

"Okay, then what? I can't stay here forever!" the Pikachu said, getting into position. Four open wires were latched to his cheeks, two for each cheek. He shivered for a moment, feeling tingly as he became the completed part of that circuit.

"I'll be back with the replacement parts and fix it in a jiffy. You just focus on keeping a steady current going. The machine will stop lighting up if there isn't enough power," Sejun said, jogging off. "Focus on steadying your electrical output so that you don't run out of electricity or tire yourself out too quickly."

"Okay I get that's the training, but if I fail, that dinner hall's in trouble," Trey shouted. Sejun ran off after that though, leaving him alone.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Sejun said, popping back in. "If you get hungry or need to litter, you'll have to hold it. This room doesn't have the conditions for dealing with that stuff."

"No problem. Hurry up and get those parts!" Trey shouted.

And now he was alone, having his electricity slowly sapped from him. It really didn't feel like a problem to him, besides not being able to move for a while. Silence besides the low hum of the surrounding machines settled in, so he sat down, folded his arms, and relaxed. It was a little too hot in here, now that he wasn't to move. Good thing he always carried a water bottle with him.

He didn't feel anything for a good while. He just sat there, occasionally sipping at his drink and itching himself. His senses of all the Pokémon around, some of which even entered the gym, made his ears twitch. But none of them came into this corridor. He didn't mind, entertaining himself with a stretch or two, and even lying back lazily at one point. But before he knew it, an hour passed.

"C'mon, how long does it take to find a few wires?" he complained, standing up. He misjudged how far he could move, as he felt the wires stretch and loosen after just a step. He really couldn't move anywhere, so he sat back down. "I get it, this is part of the training. But this is kind of a serious situation. He's not seriously gonna leave me here unsupervised, is he?"

But he did. Another hour passed, and not a sign of the Pachirisu. At this point, he was considering ditching the machine to find the wires and repair it himself. Trey knew how to do an emergency repair like this just fine. However, something told him not to go with that plan - he'd waited so long now that if he suddenly left, chances are Sejun would return and he'd 'fail' the training.

Then three hours passed, and he cursed his hesitation. He was still handling the electricity fine, though it was requiring some focus, now. He felt like he was having to use the lightest Thundershock he could to keep the light running and the dinner hall going. He was out of water too, so he was getting used to the temperature, too.

When the fifth hour hit, that was when his real issue came in. By now, all patience had been lost, and he was shifting about, unable to find a comfortable spot. His butt was sore from sitting on the wires, and his back just wasn't comfortable. He kept squirming like that until a sensation finally hit him in the below.

"Oh. Shoot," he growled to himself, freezing up. He stood up and held one hand by his chin, the other between his legs. It felt sudden, but he needed to get to a restroom, and soon. "Okay, this isn't funny now, Sejun. Where are you?"

No response. "Sejun? Hey, Sejun!"

Still no response. He frowned, took in a breath, and then yelled out at the top of his voice. "Anybody there? Hello, it's an emergency!"

A few moments passed, and only the humming of the room responded. He felt a shiver in his crotch and clutched it with both hands, surprised at how hard it was to hold already. He looked at his water bottle, realising that he'd managed to drink a bottle that was over half his height while sitting here. No wonder it crept up on him so.

"Okay, just a quick trip to the bathroom," he muttered, walking. He immediately tripped up as if he'd been yanked back, landing on his backside. "O-ow..."

The wires were still sucking power from his cheeks. He gave them a tug, and then his eyes widened, brought to a new dilemma: they wouldn't come off. He started pulling them with force, but they wouldn't detach from him. "Wha-what? What's up with this?"

He kept trying until he felt another pang made him focus on his lower tummy. "Can't get free... darn it Sejun, get back here already."

But no one came, so after another few moments, he sat back down and tried to cross his legs. He could hold it, but not without the occasional discomfort that made him squirm and grumble under his breath. As another hour rolled by, his breathing began to get unsettled and his squirms got more frequent. He was concentrating on keeping that machine going while listening out for Sejun's possible return, so he barely realised how bad he was actually getting.

His urges crept up on him. He'd stopped paying attention to how long he'd been sat here now, but at some point he felt himself growing chub. A low rumble came from his stomach, making him blush and glance down at himself. He wasn't hungry, but he felt that rumble make his whole body shiver. He stood back up and began to dance on his toes, now having to keep one paw down there to help steady himself.

"Oh come on, I've really gotta go now," he muttered, searching side to side again. Nothing. That nothing made his belly rumble a little louder, and he whined on top of it.

He'd never had to hold his pee for this long before, so he was really feeling it. He felt heavy down there, like if he kept his paw away for too long or stopped concentrating, he'd accidentally leak and not realise. He could feel it brewing within him, like liquid was forming in his gut that was gradually filling it and causing it to expand. He could picture all that urine inflating him inside, making him look fat.

What he didn't know was that was actually what was happening. He went back to pacing, constantly changing position to try and relax. Before he knew it, he found himself unable to cross his legs properly, and had to use a paw to hold himself. That's when he saw his lower tummy becoming distended. He ran a paw over its taut surface, and pressing it sent irritating shiver up his spine. His stomach growled again, and now, it felt like he was bubbling up inside. His tummy jiggled and wobbled with the bubbling, and he groaned in discomfort.

He was fully erect now, but he still had to hold himself. He didn't know what to think of that. Right now, all he could think about was finding somewhere to relieve himself. The thought of emptying that growing bulge in his belly felt so good right now. He needed to go so badly that he would happily find a patch of grass, sink down in it, and then just let it all out. Yeah, he could literally imagine that, and that made him sigh.

He snapped back to reality in a flash, fearful that he might have actually wet himself thanks to that thought. It wasn't like him to have a horny thought, but at such a time, something about that felt right. He moaned and rubbed his belly, embarrassed about how big it was getting. He stood up to start pacing again, but he couldn't take his eyes off it. His belly was jiggling as he moved, and if he listened hard enough, it even sounded like liquid was sloshing around in there. That sound stopped when he stopped moving, so that must have been it, making his face go deep red.

"Oh gods I gotta go," he cried as it rumbled again, sounding like a water being vibrated in an overfilled balloon. It was so embarrassing, but above all else, discomforting. The electricity being sapped from him was a problem, but right now, he needed to put his all into holding, or he was going to leak for sure. The instant he let up to concentrate on not pissing everywhere though, the room darkened.

"Huh? What?" he gasped. A suddenly jolt in his cheeks brought his attention to the apparatus, and he growled and strained to use more electricity. The light wouldn't come back on, so he started straining with enough effort to put out a Thunderbolt attack. The light came back, but soon after, his belly rumbled again.

He had to stop holding himself so tightly to focus on continuing to supply electricity. Soon after he strained to use his powers, he felt his pee begin to slip, almost literally feeling the liquid begin to drain from his tummy and down his hardened length. He could've wet himself right there if he didn't regain his grip, but he held on with both paws. He was drained of electricity and could no longer multitask.

"M-must... keep... grrk," was all the Pikachu could say, beginning to growl and flinch in pain. His attempts to keep supplying electricity took so much effort that it actually hurt to keep trying to hold, but he withstood it with only those groans.

His effort did keep the light on, however. The way his body was tensing up and straining, he felt like his belly was going to burst. He was stiff, though he was shivering and jolting every time he felt his stomach growl. He managed to stay like this for a while, paws clutching his slowly but gradually inflating tummy, feet stretched, and face clenched to keep that electricity going. He groaned and grunted to hold it all together, but his stomach just kept rumbling, sounding like sloshing water in a tighter and tighter space.

He didn't know how long he kept that stance up for, but it eventually got the point where he was holding his breath with all the effort he was putting in. When he breathed out, he let out a struggled, pathetic whine on several puffs of air. He was embarrassed about that, never expecting to ever hear himself make such a weak noise. But more importantly, he was reaching critical. He just couldn't hold anymore, even if he tried.

His bladder was bulging so much that he couldn't see his feet, even if he sat down. He could feel all that liquid practically trying to burst out of him, bubbling and rumbling so loud it was impossible to ignore. He couldn't take his paws off of it, and even though he wasn't pressing down on this watertight, overfilled balloon of an abdomen, it hurt. If he let up for even an instant now, he'd be wetting himself for sure. Still, he held stiff, sat down and trying his hardest to keep that power running.

"I... I-I can't hold it any longer," he huffed, stretching his head up. He was going to stay here until he popped and flooded the room, and he didn't want to watch himself do that.

"Congratulations. You lasted far longer than I anticipated," a familiar voice took his attention. He was too impatient to be surprised right now, but Sejun was stood in one of the doorways. He didn't have anything with him, though.

"Y-you... you got it or what?"

"I couldn't get the parts I needed, but I explained the situation to the staff, and they said you can go free now. You've done an impeccable job--"

"Not the time. I can go right?"

Sejun didn't even answer him. He just jogged over, tapped a few things on the machine, and then everything shut down. The wires attached to Trey popped off, and then the Pikachu ran off without a second of thought.

He didn't make it very far before learning the hard way that running in this condition was a mistake. His bladder was heavy, so heavy that it heftily swung up and down with his sprint, causing him great pain. Enough pain to cry out and freeze to resist and continue holding. He could sense Sejun come out to watch him, so he knew he daren't turn around. Instead, he picked up his rounded belly with both paws and began to sprint as fast as he could on his hind legs.

Despite literally carrying his bladder this way, he could still hear it sloshing and growling with need. He was ready to explode, so he didn't care for the numerous Pokémon still wandering the halls. He was sure they were pointing or maybe even laughing, but if he stopped to care now, he'd probably let out. The only time he could let go of his gut was to pee.

His urgency made him bump into someone. They bounced right off him, making him freeze and shiver. It felt like whoever he'd hit had sent a Water Pulse straight through him, an irritating kind of hurt that almost threw him off balance. With heaving breaths, a whine, and a tightening clutch on himself, he managed to recover and keep holding it.

He looked over to see Keith, his new Pichu roommate, floored and staring at him. The Pichu's eyes were wide and still, his mouth was agape, and he was sat up. Trey stared back until his stomach rumbled again, where he let out a moan.

"A-are you okay?" Keith, jumping to his feet. "It's late. Why're you running and stuff?"

Trey made an attempt to look natural, but his body wouldn't let him. His belly grumbled loudly and he stifled a grunt, leaning forward to clutch it and hold himself. "It's just... uh, er, erm..."

"You're not hungry, are you? Your tummy's so big... and jiggly... and... er," Keith pointed out. The more he thought of those descriptions, the more nervous he began to get for some reason. Not knowing why brought about a little bit of worry that made him go quiet. The moment he figured out that Trey needed the toilet, he didn't know what to say or do but stare.

"I'm sorry buddy but it's code red emergency!" he cried, running off.

Keith was still staring, unable to tear his gaze away from the overfilled Pikachu running down the hall. Something about what had just happened was sticking to him like super glue. He was completely zoned out to everything except that liquid-heavy Pikachu with a clear need for the bathroom. Something about that widened gut with a hint of gold peeking through the fur, paws clenched, face desperate...

He had never seen a Pokémon so hot. Whatever that situation was, it gave him all the sensations he knew he got when he was turned on. But this time it was attractively intoxicating, different. Exciting. Whatever feelings he was getting, he knew he had to see them through, and to that end, he couldn't let that Pikachu out of his sight.

And so he followed from a distance, setting aside his original task for the time being. Trey ran right back to their dorm of course, but Keith could only ever see him from behind. Even so, the width of that bladder could be made out from that angle and distance, and it excited him. He had to see what that looked like from the front again, but he had to make it not look obvious.

He didn't get the chance to. Trey blew the dorm room door open and flew to the restroom in a flash, and then he didn't even care that he left all the doors open - including the one to the actual toilet. He Let loose before he was even in position, but thankfully never spill any.

Keith caught all of that relief. The loud, blissful sighs of relief, the raised head of orgasmic release, the heavy splatter of urine gushing against the litter hole... he couldn't help but lean over to peek at the actual stream of pee hushing out. He was all the way in the other room, yet all of it had him breathing hotly and losing his mind. He could imagine the crude smell strongly enough for it to drown him, leaving him in an aroused daze he couldn't control.

The Pichu didn't understand why he was feeling this way. Something about seeing that Pikachu so needy, touching that taut bladder, and experiencing that close call with the toilet, it had him stroking himself off. All Trey had to do was listen out for him or turn around, and he'd be busted. Yet he couldn't help himself. He just kept watching Trey empty himself, taking it all in. He wanted to play with it, to be part of it.

Sure, part of him was imagining something to do with Trey going pee like this and exaggerating it. But it was making for the best feeling he'd ever had with masturbation. Like it was a stronger stimulant. In fact it was so strong that his own release crept up on him almost without him realising. He couldn't blow a load in the middle of the room like this, yet he kept stroking himself off, struggling to stifle a moan of pleasure.

When he was moments before his peak, he anxiously glanced side to side, making a break for his bed. He stuffed his tool into his pillow and grunt, letting out a loud splatter of his stuff into it. He blushed and hugged the pillow to try and soak it into the material, his heart racing with excitement and fear. He was trying to suck in a breath, but it kept coming out instead - he was cumming a lot more than he expected. It felt so good that it actually hurt to force himself to try and hide it all like this. With a content groan, the last of his load dribbled into a thick puddle that his pillow would just about hide for the time being.

"Oh thank gods, that was close," Trey sighed behind him, and his mind flew into turmoil. He shivered, screaming at his mind to make his erection die down.

"That stupid Pachirisu... I can't believe he did all that on purpose. Who pees for a straight ten minutes?" Trey rambled, finally emerging. Keith was shivering by the pillow, blushing and half turning around. "What's up with you?"

"N-nothing. J-just, sorting out my bed," he stuttered, managing to hide his work. He turned around, although his chest was still fearful of giving himself away. Trey raising an eyebrow didn't help.

"Oh, right. I bumped into you earlier. Sorry about that. That Sejun is crazier than he sounds," Tre said, scratching the back of his head.

"D-did the training go alright anyway? He's really good at pointing out Pokémon's flaws and stuff."

Trey had to think about that. Besides the near pee explosion, he had pointed out how impatient he was and proved it. If just for the self-evaluation alone, that made the training worth it.

"Yeah. I think I'll go back there tomorrow. Might have to have a few words about his methods, though."

The Pichu had never cheered so loud inside.