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Owen hadn't ever paid much attention to his Pikachu, at least, he hadn't paid much attention to this specific aspect of the tiny Pokemon. He'd just come home from school, high school, and had decided to take care of a problem between his legs. Once working his length up to a rather hard erection, there was some shuffling at the end of his bed and, to his horror, Pikachu jumped on, happy as could be.

It was then and there that Owen realized Pikachu was also a sexual being. When Pikachu came close, he didn't pull away, even when the creature's wet nose touched his shaft he'd angled towards him. When Pikachu gave a lick, he didn't pull away. When his young cock was engulfed by a mouth for the first time in his life, Owen didn't pull away.

The pressure built and built as Owen watched and pushed and pulled, manipulating the perfect little cock sucker on his length. It was a familiar pressure, and one he loved relieving as often as he could. Now he was using one of his closest friends for nothing but that relief in lieu of his hands or a toy. God, he was close.

Owen was nearing his climax, his thighs trembling and breath shaky, Pikachu sucked and licked harder, faster. He must have sensed his master was close, Owen figured; he used everything his tiny body had to offer, mouth, tongue, paw, even tail. With a final few thrusts, the pressure in Owen's groin finally shot out, Pikachu greedily gulped it all down. Not a drop was wasted.

. . .

Owen sat up with a jolt, the grogginess pulling him back down, but he resisted. He was sweaty, far too sweaty; with a grunt, he pulled the sweatshirt he'd worn to bed off, as well as the shirt underneath that and collapsed back on his pillow. Which was also soaked, he felt, to his disgust.

After flipping it to the cool, dry side, Owen rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked over at Pikachu, who was sleeping soundly on the floor. Memories of the dream came flooding back and, even though it had been on his mind when he woke up, Owen hadn't been thinking of it until now, but damn.

Every aspect of the dream was just... gross. Sure, the blowjob had felt fine, but Owen didn't swing that way. The ball sack, the small sheath on Pikachu... he didn't ogle and gawk at it, far from it; it grossed him out. So the very fact that he'd dreamt about Pikachu giving him head, that he'd been put in such a gross position... it made Owen shudder. He was just about to fall asleep when his wood finally sagged, but that revealed another problem.

Confused, but already knowing what had happened deep down inside, Owen flung the blankets off and lifted the shorts he'd worn... yup. Doctors called it a "nocturnal emission," friend called it "sleep spunk," Owen called it "fucking annoying." It happened frequently enough that he'd asked a doctor about it, but the advice they'd given him was less than useless; "Nothing much you can do, just try and masturbate a bit more frequently."

Owen didn't really jerk off much to begin with; maybe once a week if he felt horny. When he did get around to rubbing one out, he typically was stuck with a magazine he'd looked over countless times. The topless models he'd once been so obsessed with as a young teen were now bland and unattractive, worse, even boring at times. He'd gotten off to every contour of their form, every picture could claim at least five loads, maybe six if he'd really liked the models.

But now he was older, a lot older than when he'd first found the magazine in the drop ceiling in the basement. Some dirty pervert had hidden it from their parents, he guessed, before his family came to live there. From ceiling to under the mattress, a good enough life for a titty magazine, Owen assumed. He sighed, not knowing why he didn't throw it out as he wiped the cum from his groin with a pair of used socks.

Owen took the shorts off and stumbled around in the darkness, naked, as he fished around the drawers for a clean pair. Once finding one, Owen slipped into them and went back to bed, collapsing with a huff. He was only eighteen, no job, and living with his parents. No girl friend, no money for new porn, nothing but that old magazine and his perverted dreams.

He fell asleep rather annoyed at his balls.

. . .

Instead of an alarm clock jabbering it's obnoxious tune to wake him up, Owen was often given small shocks by Pikachu to get him up. This time, however, it wasn't small; Pikachu zapped his bicep. Owen was woken up first by the shock, and then by his hand flying into his face as his arm contracted. He sat up with a start, rubbing first his nose, then arm, shooting Pikachu a dirty look as the Pokemon laughed his lungs out.

"Not funny."

"Pi-Pi-Pika!" Pikachu laughed, clutching his sides as Owen threw the covers off.

"Mrph." He bundled up his blanket and threw it at the electric rat as he went to the drawer.

Once dressed, Owen decided to get some breakfast, and held the door open for Pikachu. Owen walked the two of them to the kitchen, since Pikachu had climbed up and sat on his shoulders. It was a bit of a nasty habit with smaller Pokemon like that, Owen had been told, but he didn't mind it. As long as no dick or anything touched him, he was fine, and Pikachu was good at that.

His dad was sitting at the table, newspaper in one hand, coffee in the other, it stunk up the room. How he drank it without the copious amounts of cream and sugar Owen put in his, he did not know. There was a bit left in the pot, just for him; dad never filled the pot for more than just his cup, which meant mom had made it. As he handed the cup to Pikachu, filled with the cream and sugar and bean juice, Owen looked outside, but she wasn't there either.

"Where's mom?" Owen asked, but, as usual, no answer.

Dad was kind of... absent whenever he was reading the newspaper, especially so in the mornings. Owen sighed softly and took a bowl of cereal back into his room, along with a small bowl of PokeKibble for Pikachu. The two of them ate in relative silence, the noise of the radio playing some new hit song was pleasant white noise. Normally, Owen would talk to Pikachu like the Pokemon was another person, but after last night...

He just felt kind of awkward.

The one thing Owen couldn't comprehend is why he was stealing so many glances at Pikachu's groin. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but most of the time, Pikachu's length just hid inside his small sheath. Even when fully erect, Pikachu wasn't much, maybe an inch or two. The mere thought of the small, red member disgusted Owen, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

Worse still, thoughts from last night's dream were still heavily weighing on his mind. In the dream, he didn't see if the Pikachu was, in fact, his, or some other Pikachu, so he didn't know if it was male or female. Owen was too busy looking into the Pokemon's big brown eyes to even see if the tail was heart-shaped at the end or not. Thoughts and memories swirled in his mind and went straight to his groin.

He'd need to take care of this today, but to what?

The magazine? Whatever he could conjure up in his mind? Owen sighed and put the bowl of cereal down, scratching his groin - which was really just a way for him to sneak a rub to gauge just how hard he was. Just as he'd expected, hard as a rock.

Realization soon dawned on him.

Owen had one or two friends that had magazines. Special magazines, you know the kind. One of his friends, some twat by the name of Aaron, was on a vacation with his family, meaning his house was empty. More importantly, Owen knew that Aaron kept his magazines in the treehouse that the two of them spent so much time in when they were younger. Surely his friend wouldn't mind...

It took Owen only a few seconds, driven by his horny, lustful desires, to decide on the trespassing and theft. He needed the magazine, or, hopefully, magazines, now, so Owen wasted no time in slipping into a pair of socks. Pikachu looked up at him, a bit confused. Owen told him to stay put and that he'd be back in a second. The small Pokemon nodded and watched him go, Owen felt bad but that was that, and he was out the door a few moments later.

The day was clear, sunny, and blue. Owen's heart was racing, the sweat on his brow and chest and underarms annoyed him, but there was a cool breeze that made him shiver. It didn't, however, make him shiver more than what he was about to do. He hadn't been up there in a few years; he hadn't wanted to be in that tree house since Aaron had shown his collection of magazines off. It wasn't easy hiding his erection then, Aaron had noticed, and it got weird quick.

But now, with his friend somewhere warm and scenic, the tree house was empty, and the magazines were ripe for the picking. Owen sprinted across the front lawn, across the side of the house, and slowed to a jog once he was out of sight from the main road. Within moments, he was climbing the knotted rope that led to the magazines he was so desperate for.

The latch opened with a creak, Owen pulled himself up and into the hot, musky room. Aaron, it seemed, never opened the window there much and, from how the room was set up, there were lots of reasons not to. The tissues. The lotion. The bin, half full of crumpled tissues. Owen was a bit grossed out by this private masturbatory chamber, and wanted out as soon as possible.

"Jeez. What a perv..." Owen murmured as he pilfered the contents of the small cabinet.

There were more magazines than Owen imagined possible. More disturbingly, it wasn't just straight stuff, either. Aaron, it seemed, collected everything; gay, straight, a mixture of both and, most disturbingly, there were some that had Pokemon on the cover. It wasn't taboo to fuck your Pokemon or anything, but it wasn't something people just broadcasted to the world. Owen thought of the Pokemon he'd seen Aaron with, a Machop, an Eevee he'd been jealous of his entire life, and a few more.

As Owen thumbed through some of the Pokemon magazines, he wondered if Aaron had done anything with them. On one of the pages, a Gardevoir was sucking a man off. Another, a Machamp giving four handjobs at once. There was a three page spread of a Lopunny spreading those wonderful, inviting looking lips between her legs. Owen gulped and throbbed, realizing with dread just how much the images turned him on.

He folded the page back up and turned it once more when he paused. A mixture of revulsion, heat, and embarrassment whirled around in his head as he saw a Pikachu - a familiar sight - getting a blowjob by a rather hot lady. The look on the little creature's face was the pinnacle of pleasure; mouth agape, eyes half-closed in a stupor fueled by pleasure...

If only he could do that.

Owen blinked, frowned, and closed the magazine. Angry at that thought, he tossed it back in the drawer, grabbed some generic human magazines, enough to last him for a few months. Not like Aaron would miss them, or anything. He slipped them into his back pocket and quickly made his way back down the rope, the annoyance still whirling around his mind.

Why'd he think that?

Owen hated stuff like that, figured it was too gross for him to partake, or even think about. Females were the only kind of creature he wanted to be with, female or Pokemon. Male on male action was just... he didn't know. It wasn't for him, wasn't meant to be that way. Not now, not ever, it was just how he was raised.

He put the thoughts out of his mind as he walked back to the house. Now wasn't the time for some crisis of sexuality because of one fleeting dream. After all, he just took a few magazines that showed off females quite well, and well... he needed to get home quick.

. . .

Owen, with a contented sigh, bundled up the tissue paper and tossed it in the toilet. After taking a few more handfuls off the roll - dad was home, and he didn't want him to think that he was jerking off or anything - Owen flushed and got up. As the warm water ran down on his hands, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.

Eyes slightly bloodshot from staying up too late. A bit crusty around the corners, he cleaned them off and wiped them on his shoulders. There was a bit of stubble on his chin and upper lips, a side effect for being as late of a bloomer as he was. It had run in the family, the doctor had said, but that didn't make his high school locker room any less awkward to be in.

Overall, he was happy with his image.

There came a small knock at the door, Owen knew it was Pikachu from just how soft they were. He sighed, wiping his hands off and swung the door open, looking down. Surely enough, Pikachu was there, but what the small Pokemon was holding made Owen's eyes bulge.

In his small little hands was one of his magazines, the old one he'd gotten off to countless times before. While he didn't really find any of the girls in it attractive anymore, Pikachu sure felt different. Owen saw his stubby little erection between his legs, the wide eyes scanning the pages...

"Pikachu?" He questioned, looking up at his trainer.

"Sssh!" Owen hushed, quickly stooping down.

He snatched the magazine from Pikachu, bundling it up and looking both ways for his dad. There came a sniff from the living room, it suddenly dawned on Owen that it was Saturday - his dad didn't work weekends. Feeling like an idiot, he pulled Pikachu inside the bathroom and locked the door again. The Pokemon looked down, covering his groin when Owen turned around.

Well, now what?

"Pika! Pi! Pikachu!!" Pikachu began, frantically waving his arms around, but Owen put a finger to his lips, harshly shushing him.

"Dad's right out there, be quiet!"

Pikachu slowly nodded, his hands instinctively returning to his groin again. Owen, feeling a bit nauseous, shook his head and pulled the magazine out of his pocket. He handed it back to Pikachu, who took it with wide, questioning eyes.

"Look, I can't have you running around all... all hard like that. Just take care of it."

"P... Pika?" Why was his voice so adorable all of a sudden?

"Y'know? Jerk off?"

The Pokemon tilted his head to one side, that dumb, cute look remaining. Owen made a motion with his hand, miming the action, Pikachu just shrugged. This was getting a bit irritating... So he picked Pikachu up and put him on the sink, opening one of the magazines and putting it in front of him. Then, he took Pikachu's arm and led it to his groin, making him touch himself.

As if a light suddenly clicked inside Pikachu's head, the small Pokemon began to rub his tiny erection. Owen huffed and turned away as he began to play with himself. At first, he looked out the window as all manner of cute noises and moans came from a few feet away. It was kinda gay being in the same room as a guy rubbing one out, but what could he do? If his dad needed to use the restroom... well, it would be fun explaining that.

He took a small peek back - just to see if Pikachu was done - and looked for just a bit, two, three seconds at most. Pikachu was hunched over, both of his arms furiously working his little member. He was saying his name, syllable by syllable, slowly, methodically, and from the sounds of it, had worked up quite a lot of precum. Owen gulped and turned away, frowning at himself.

He wasn't gay.

Another peek back. Pikachu was really working himself hard. Small sparks of electricity were flying from his cheeks, he wasn't even saying his full name anymore. Just, "Pi... Pi... Pi..." as the wet sounds came from his groin. With another frown, Owen shook his head and looked back outside. Oh man, look at that Pidgey or something... Sure was neat how it... flew...

He wasn't gay he wasn't gay he wasn't gay...

This time, Owen stood on his tippy-toes to glance in the mirror. He saw Pikachu's eyes scrunched tightly closed, a bit of drool leaking from his mouth. Was he even getting off to the ladies in the magazine? Owen didn't get a good look at the Pokemon's length, however, which, when he caught himself, made him relieved. He bit his tongue and forced himself to turn away, leaning on the bathroom wall.

Air, he needed air...

Opening the window, there was a pleasant breeze that blew against his face. He leaned into the window when he felt something that shocked him. Gulping, Owen looked down. Horrifyingly enough, he was stiff, no, he wasn't just stiff, he was hard. Harder than he'd been in a very long time, the timing of which was frightening.

He'd just gotten off mere minutes ago, and now... well, now his length was bulging against his jeans. This wasn't just some stiff morning wood, Owen was, for all intents and purposes, aroused beyond belief. Because of a Pokemon, and a male Pokemon nevertheless.

Shivering now, the window was letting in too much air, he was cold. Owen shut it, shut it firmly and locked it, turning around he only saw Pikachu again. Frantic. Moaning loud. Hardness, he was hard, horny, he knew this feeling, knew how horny he was. Trembling, Owen took a few steps forward, the sink wasn't far, Pikachu wasn't far.

He was about to get a good gander of what Pikachu was playing with when the small Pokemon suddenly screamed his name. Sparks flew, sparks flew into him, zapping him, hard. Owen let out a slew of curses as Pikachu came, shooting a rather fat load all over the bathroom countertop, the magazine, hell, even the faucet and walls. It hurt more than anything, but it was over just as soon as it stopped.

The two of them stood there for a few moments, Owen panting and clutching his chest, Pikachu panting and clutching his groin, milking the last from himself. His erection subsided, giving way to a flood of disgust. Disgust with himself, with Pikachu, with the mess on the... on the fucking everything. Owen took a washcloth from the closet and wiped the gooey cum from the magazine, bundling it up and stuck it in his back pocket.

He tossed the rag at Pikachu and told him to clean it up. Then he left, not bothering to look back. The disgust he felt with himself, the sheer... it was nasty! How close he got to looking, and, worse, touching Pikachu... it had been a legitimate thing he'd wanted to do! Worst of all, he couldn't blame it all on how horny the scene had gotten him.

No, no if that were the case, if it was just some mistake made when the blood that should have been in his head was in his dick, then he wouldn't have invited Pikachu into the bathroom. Nor would he have stuck around to watch. Nor would he have done this, or that... Owen sighed, a trembling sigh he felt all around in his chest.

Was he about to cry?

Agitated and angry with himself, Owen slammed the door behind him and quickly hid the two magazines in their spot. Thoughts swirled around his head as he laid there on his bed, pillow gripped firmly in his arms. He stared angrily at the wall, beating himself up more than he'd ever done before. Was he some kind of homo?

. . .

There came a slight, soft knocking on the door.

Owen knew it was Pikachu, but didn't want to get up to answer it. Instead, he strummed his guitar a bit louder, frowning. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to Pikachu, at least right now. There came another small knock, but again, he ignored it. Didn't he get the hint?

"Pika..." Pikachu sounded rather dejected, Owen heard him patter away.

It was insane how fast he began to hate himself.

Owen set the guitar down and walked to the door, unlocking and opening it. Pikachu was gone, where he should have been, a plate of Oreos and a glass of milk were there. He gulped, the guilt getting the better of him. Five Oreos, and five Pokemon treats. When he and Pikachu were younger, when Pikachu was just a Pichu, this was the dessert they had every Friday night after dinner.

Squatting down, he picked up the plate when he heard a noise, a "Pi?". Looking up, Owen saw Pikachu poking his head out from the living room doorway. The two of them looked at each other for a few moments, Owen sighed and motioned with his head for the Pokemon to come. With a wide, happy smile, Pikachu charged at him on all fours, barreling past him.

He got a good chuckle out of that, Pikachu all happy and whatnot. Even if he was still a bit grumpy at what had happened an hour ago, Owen couldn't stay mad at Pikachu. After all, it was just biological, it wasn't like Pikachu had been at all curious about his dick. It was thinking this way that allowed Owen to move on; if Pikachu had made a move, maybe then it would be a different story.

After picking up the milk and cookies, Owen shut and locked the door, figuring they'd need a bit of privacy for the talk the two of them were about to have. They'd need to have it before mom came home, she'd be wondering where they are and what they're up to and if they can do this or that or the other thing... yuck.

"So, um..." Owen dipped an Oreo in the milk, feeling like he was a million miles away. "Sorry for... well, acting like I did."

"Pikachu?"

"Yelling and whatnot. Have you ever done anything like that before?" Pikachu shook his head, no, taking a small bite from his own cookie. "You don't even know what it is?" Again, another shake of the head. "Oh."

"Chu?" He put his ears down, adopting a frightened expression.

"N-no, you're not in trouble or anything. I just... well, everyone, everything does it... I wasn't aware it was your first time." Now he felt like even more of a dick. Not only had he thrown a hissy fit, but he'd also thrown one on what should have been an awesome occasion.

"Um... d-did you enjoy it, at least?" Pikachu nodded, picking up another cookie after finishing his. "I noticed you weren't really looking at the magazine... you don't like women or something?"

A shake, no.

"Human woman and Pokemon women?"

Pikachu looked down, a bit confused, and nibbled at the cookie. After a moment of thought, he shrugged, that worried look still on his face, clear as ever. Owen realized that he'd left his Oreo in the milk for so long it had disintegrated, turning into a puddle of black mush at the bottom of the liquid. He frowned, and grabbed another one, eating it dry. He gave Pikachu a look, wondering if it was possible for Pokemon to be straight or gay or whatever.

"You've never mated before?"

A ghastly pale Pikachu frantically shook his head no. Apparently, that was something he hadn't done, and wanted to make sure Owen knew that.

"N-neither have I, so I'm in the same boat."

"Chu?"

"I dunno. People just say it's awesome, and that I need to try it, but... It's much easier said than done. Hell, I can hardly talk to a woman, let alone try and fuck one." Owen sighed, consuming another cookie.

Pikachu reached over and gave him a few consoling pats on his thigh. The touch electrified him, but it wasn't due to any discharge from Pikachu. No, apparently just his Pokemon touching him was enough to get him jittery now. Even though he knew nothing would ever happen between the two of them, the touch was just...

"My friend has a magazine that has Pokemon in it. Maybe we can find out if you like males or females?" Owen offered, smiling as he ate another cookie.

"Pika!?" Pikachu's face went white with fear.

Owen realized what he said, realized the implications, and grew just as white. He just offered to help Pikachu get off again, which meant he'd be in the same room when... when another male... y'know. Slightly nauseated by the very thought, yet curiously intrigued at why he'd say something like that, Owen shrugged.

"I'm sure it might be good to know. In case you're ever with someone or... something." There he went again, someone before something. He wasn't gay by any stretch of the imagination, but the way he was formulating some of his sentences... "I dunno it's just a thought if you don't want to we really don't have to like I said just a stupid thought!" Owen blurted out all at once.

Pikachu cocked his head to one side, giving him a questioning look. There was a tense pause between the two of them before the Pokemon nodded, smiling a bit, taking a bite of his cookie after. There was this flushing relief Owen felt in his chest once Pikachu went back to nibbling. Something about getting rejected right this moment would have just crushed him.

"You um... you wanna go now? To get the magazine, that is." Owen ate the last Oreo and gulped. His heart began to race as Pikachu nodded, a wide grin on his face. His eyes were lit up with excitement, the very same excitement Owen thought he felt in his chest.

"Alright, then... um... o-off we go."

. . .

The treehouse was just as musky as it had been when Owen left. Pikachu jumped off him, landing with grace in the center of the floor as he climbed up, shutting the trap door underneath them. He walked over, hunched slightly - the treehouse was made for kids, after all - and knelt in front of the stack of magazines. Pikachu watched him as he flipped through the stack, if only he could have felt just how fast his heart was racing...

"And... ummm... alright, here it is."

There were three magazines of Pokemon x human stuff in Aaron's collection, at least that Owen knew of. The one he grabbed was the one with the Pikachu, the same one that had disgusted him mere hours ago, but now... well, the disgust was still there, but it was nowhere near as strong as it had once been.

He laid it in front of Pikachu, the curious Pokemon almost instantly began to leaf through it. Owen watched as his big, astounded eyes scanned each page, scrolling past Pokemon after Pokemon. A Squirtle getting a blowjob. A Nidoqueen getting fucked inside of a tent. A Blaziken getting eaten out in an icy looking cave. There was a three page spread, this time of a Braixen getting fucked by a big Obstagoon.

Owen didn't know how fast it had taken Pikachu to get aroused last time, but this time, it took mere seconds for his small Pokecock to rise. He began to murmur his name, focusing on one particularly hot image of a Lucario, odd spade looking vagina spread wide, cock in ass. Owen struggled to admit that the image was pretty arousing for himself as well, so much so that his own shaft began pressing uncomfortably against his pants.

Would he whip his length out so easily? Jerk off with Pikachu, something he'd never wanted to do before? After thinking about it for a few moments, he began to tremble. He was just a Pokemon, after all. It wasn't like he could tell anyone that they'd jerked off side by side...

Owen's heart pulsed for a few moments as he watched Pikachu manipulate his small tool in his hand. He made for his belt, pulling it from one loop when Pikachu looked back at him. It was just for a few moments, the small creature didn't even look at his groin, but it was enough to unnerve him. Gulping and already beating himself up, Owen pushed his belt back into the loop.

What the fuck was he thinking? It was his Pokemon, his pet, not something to jerk off next to. Even as Owen looked out the treehouse window to get some air, he sunk deeper and deeper into this self-hating state. Yet another time where he was mere seconds away from doing something with his Pikachu. He took a deep sigh and bit his cheek, wondering if he needed some kind of psychological help or something.

. . .

It was nighttime out now.

The Nincadas were buzzing away, the Kricketots were doing the same, and even though this wonderful white noise would have lulled Owen to sleep on a normal night, this was anything but that. It was three in the morning, and he'd been on and off sleep since ten in the evening. Between him wearing too much clothing to bed, the heat, the fan being off by just a few degrees, and the constant trips to the restroom, the state he was in could only be described as delirious.

Owen wasn't sure if he was really scared of big objects, or if that had been some kind of fever dream. He didn't even know why he was scared of them, all he knew was that they were something to be avoided. Sleep came and went, were his eyelids closed, or was that just how dark it was? Was it sleep, or was he still awake? Why were the big objects needing to be feared?

Tired as he could have ever been, needing sleep, and not getting any, Owen got up. He trembled at the doorway, unsure if he was just seeing things, or if there really were some odd shadow demons in the hallway. Either way, he wasn't going out there. With a shudder, he shut and locked his door.

Resigning himself to this sleepless stupor he was in, Owen turned the lights on; it helped with the fear, at least. It was hot out, so the shorts came off. He'd taken his socks and shirt off hours ago, too hot. Now in his underwear, Owen noticed just how gross and sweaty his groin was. He hadn't worked out for hours on end yet, looking at them, he wasn't quite sure if that was accurate.

Disgusted with his body for producing that much sweat, Owen peeled them off his groin, kicking them in the corner. He'd deal with them another time. Completely naked, Owen made his way to the bed and was about to sit down when he noticed something. It was rather egotistical, but the heat had made his flaccid shaft rather long, his balls looked impressively big to say the least.

With a grin, Owen held them in his palm, giving gentle squeezes and generally fooling around with himself. His thumb, index, and middle finger grabbed at his flaccid shaft, playing around with that as well. It felt... soft. Warm. It was stiffening rapidly, but he didn't mind. How much bigger would his inches look this late at night?

What a weird feeling.

He grew tired from standing up so much, so Owen sat, then reclined on his bed. After digging his cum rag out from under the mattress, he looked down between his legs. Arceus, he had a nice cock. Circumcised, six and a half inches, an ever so slight bend to the right... The only thing he'd wished was different was his tip, it was a little small compared to the rest of his length.

When he began stroking it, his mind demanded porn. At first, Owen wanted to grab a magazine to look at but he was tired and lazy. Besides, the thoughts he was conjuring up right now were so fucking vivid that a magazine seemed a little pointless. He could see clearly pictures of the magazine in his mind, the Lapras taking a gigantic Aggron cock, that Lucario with the odd pussy, the Pikachu getting a blowjob...

If there was any contempt in his mind for stroking himself off to that image, it was absent. Owen didn't feel a lick of disgust or revulsion towards himself as he worked his length in hand, thinking how good it must feel to be the woman. Maybe it was him being tired, maybe it was something else, but Owen didn't... didn't care.

Confused, he sat up, mumbling to himself as he lifted the mattress again.

Thoughts wouldn't do it this time. Owen grabbed the magazine, the Pokephilia one he'd taken from Aaron's stash. He slowly jerked his length off as he flipped page after page of rough Pokemon sex until he'd found the picture he'd been thinking of. Gulping, he held the magazine in one hand, drinking in the view of Pikachu getting sucked off.

His expression was one of pure joy; mouth and eyes clenched shut, his ears were down, the blush on his face told it all. Whereas Owen's Pikachu was only an inch or two long, this Pikachu must have been the biggest one he'd ever seen; nearly four and a half inches. Big, for such a small Pokemon.

Arceus, he was leaking hard.

Owen looked down at his length, the precum was nearly gushing out. Something about this image just really got him going, huh? Well, he didn't care. Focusing his attention back on the picture, Owen began to jerk a lot quicker. He was already close, the precum helped him rub his smaller tip, massaging it generously.

This Pikachu, man... something about it.

The orgasm racked his entire body. Owen moaned, dangerously loud, as he pulled a few decent sized ropes from his balls, ropes that shot way past the magazine and nearly onto his chin. It actually astounded him afterwards just how far he'd gotten, but at this point, he was too tired to care. Owen hardly had the energy or strength to wipe the cum off of himself and put both the magazine and rag under the mattress before falling into a deep, deep sleep.

. . .

Pidgeots chirping sounded awful.

The worst part about sleeping in was that, if you did it past ten, you'd hear them. They didn't sound pretty, they didn't sound good, and, quite frankly, it scared Owen whenever he heard them chirping. It meant that he'd slept past his alarm clock, somehow, it meant that Pikachu wasn't in the room, where was he?

Panicking, Owen flung the covers off of himself and looked down, the events of last night came crashing back down upon him like a big wave. The door was locked, which bought him enough time to lift the mattress up and die a little on the inside. He saw that Pokephilia magazine, he hadn't closed it.

Right there was that Pikachu, sitting on his plump rear, cock in some lady's mouth. Owen gulped and picked it up as memories continued to flood back. He'd gotten off to this picture, even thinking of it before deciding to grab it. The guilt he felt was just... absolutely...

Not... there.

Even more confused now, Owen sat down on his bed, naked as the day he was born. His morning wood was growing, growing uncomfortably fast as he looked at this image. Normally, he'd feel some kind of revulsion looking at it, but now, all he felt was just... curiosity. Shame. Deviancy.

That feeling aroused in his chest, that one that demanded relief. It wasn't one he felt often, but when he did, it was a powerful force. Owen, curious and unsettled, laid down and took his shaft in his hand again. He looked at the image for a few moments, wondering if he could really bring himself to do what he was about to do.

And then he began, but didn't last long.

It must've been a record, or something, how fast Owen brought himself to an orgasm. He figured it must have been a minute or two, at most, to make his groin sticky with cum. While stroking, Owen just imagined what he'd do with that Pikachu, how he'd stoke the creature off, what were these thoughts, these feelings? Why was he thinking them, he didn't care.

All he'd needed was to cum, and to cum, specifically, to this Pikachu relinquishing himself to the pleasure his master provided. How the woman's tongue must have danced around his tool, how hard must she have sucked? Owen could only imagine, and it was probably why he came so fast.

Once he zipped his pants up and put a shirt on, Owen stood at the door for a few moments, hand on the knob. The feelings of shame, shame and disappointment were coming back, but he ignored them. No, he wasn't gay, not one bit. Just because he'd gotten off to that image didn't mean that he wanted to go down on his Pikachu... right? With a sigh and a shake of his head, Owen walked out of his smelly room and into the kitchen.

After looking around for any sign of life, all Owen saw was Pikachu napping in the living room. It caused his heart to skip a beat, oddly, but he shook his head again and moved to the refrigerator. There was a post-it note on the door, he picked it off and read it to himself;

"Owen, dad and I went off to the beach. Have fun with the house today!" - Mom.

"Home alone, all day?" Owen mumbled to himself as he grabbed the milk jug.

He was a little miffed they'd gone to the beach without him, but at the same time, time alone wasn't really something he got often. Once he'd crumpled up the note and poured the milk into a bowl, Owen took his shirt off and tossed it near his door. No point in wearing one of those when it was this hot out, and he was alone.

After pouring the cereal in, Owen sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. Pikachu, at this point, woke from his nap and looked around, confused for a few seconds. Waving, Owen shoveled another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. Pikachu stretched, causing him to look over, was that sadness he felt when he didn't get a gander of the Pokemon's groin?

That feeling was back, and it caused him to panic. Already getting stiff as Pikachu walked past him, Owen set the bowl of cereal down and quickly got up, walking to his room. He could ignore it, but it was only going to come on stronger and stronger if he did. The daze he felt as Owen locked the door behind him was strong, he couldn't get the magazine out and drop his pants quickly enough.

Again, he finished in record time. This round, however, he hardly shot anything, if anything, it was more to scratch that itch he felt. Gulping, Owen shrugged, wiped the cum off, buckled his pants again, and left the room.

What was up with him today? He'd jerked off more in the past few days than he had in the past few months! Was it due to the new magazines, maybe, but he didn't know for certain. The close encounters he'd had with Pikachu... Owen stopped and looked into the living room.

Pikachu was there, eyes glued to the TV.

Was it?

Owen still wasn't feeling bad about jerking off not once or twice, but three times to that image in the magazine. He didn't want to give a blowjob, far from it; that part still grossed him out. The part that he wanted was more of a... well, he just... Deep breaths... deep breaths. Stress gripped at his chest, but quickly fell away as he breathed.

One time.

He winced at the thought, but the more he thought about it, the more Owen realized he needed it. Just the one time, one time with Pikachu and that was it. Whether or not they'd enjoy it, he'd find out then, but the stress was too much to ignore. He'd have sex with another male...

. . .

It was hours later.

Owen had sat with Pikachu, watching a bit of TV, unsure of how to bring his question up. The more that time went on, the longer he had to think about it. And, as time went on, Owen couldn't find any objection to his plan.

It was Pikachu, well, so what? They were living, breathing creatures, and could make their own decisions. Pikachu was a male, well, so what? If it was just this one time, he could at least know for sure, without a shadow of a doubt that it was something he wasn't into. Any other questions his inner self brought up were continuously shot down as the seconds ticked by.

When Pikachu got up and sat smack dab on his groin, Owen got some goosebumps. Something was inside of him, some feeling that made him exceptionally horny, and it was rising up. Already his face grew flush and hot, Owen knew it wouldn't take that much longer for him to get stiff. His heart was racing, he was trembling, why was this so terrifying?

Now.

He picked Pikachu up, the confused Pokemon made some noises of objection, but Owen just shushed him. Owen didn't have the balls to drop his pants in the living room, even if he was alone for the day. Pikachu only grew more confused as Owen shut and locked the door, gently tossing him on the bed. The small Pokemon watched as his trainer unbuckled his pants, his erection already throbbing against his boxer-briefs, then said boxer-briefs were pulled down and kicked off.

Owen didn't look at Pikachu as he walked over to the bed, laying down and spreading his legs. Didn't look at the Pokemon until he began to jerk his shaft slowly. He saw Pikachu's tiny erection sprout out of his sheath quickly, the curious Pokemon edged forward, sniffing the air. Owen, trembling, held his length down, pointing himself at Pikachu's wet nose.

There were a few curious sniffs, Pikachu even pressed his nose up against the place underneath Owen's tip. Then he sat up and looked at Owen. The two made eye contact for a few seconds, it was awkward and made him feel nervous. Pikachu left after that, simply hopping down and running at leisurely pace out of the room.

He sat there, a bit flabbergasted at what had just happened. It didn't... it hadn't... had it really happened that way? Owen was sure that Pikachu would want to do stuff with him, he was sure of it, yet... yet the Pokemon ran away. He knew Pikachu wasn't sure of which way he leaned, sexually, but... he hadn't been expecting that.

Defeated and beginning to feel the exhaustion from his previous orgasms, Owen sighed and pulled his pants back on. The energy to do anything else wasn't there so, tired and frustrated, he laid down on his bed, mulling the situation over in his head until he felt the pull of a nap whisk him into sleep.

. . .

Owen awoke and, checking the clock, saw that the nap hadn't been long, maybe a half hour. His mind instantly began racing again, racing about the whole Pikachu situation. He'd exposed himself, intentionally, to his Pokemon and had been rejected rather astonishingly quickly. With a trembling, defeated sigh, Owen got up. He couldn't stay in this house a moment longer, he needed air.

As he slipped his shoes on, Owen realized he could go over to a friend's house. Maybe talk with him about the whole situation, he had more than Aaron to talk to about Pokephilia. It didn't take more than a few minutes to get out of his awkwardly silent house, Pikachu was on the living room couch, watching TV. Owen didn't bother saying goodbye.

This day was a lot nicer than yesterday, much to Owen's relief. It wasn't as hot, which made the one mile trek to his friends house a lot easier. What was even better about this friend was there were sidewalks along the streets, so he didn't have to walk in the road. The last thing he wanted to do was die a horny mess of a human.

When Owen got there, he saw his friend, Leo, washing his car. It was some old, pre-owned thing he'd gotten for cheap, but he took good care of it. Occasionally, he'd even give Owen a ride to school. Leo smiled when he saw his friend, and kinked the hose.

"Hey Owen. What's up?"

"Mm... not much. Just wanted to hang out for a bit, get out of the house, y'know? Washing the car?"

"Mhmm!" Leo rinsed the remainder of the soap off of the side. "I'll be done in a second."

"Alright." Owen stood there, watching Leo wash his car.

He didn't say anything, Owen was weird like that. Instead he looked at his friend, and a thought emerged. "If I like Pikachu like that, do I like Leo like that as well?" Owen wondered, and looked at his friend. Leo was a rather tall man, well shaved and rather lanky. Owen was sure that the bulge his shorts showed off was a rather nice endowment, but he didn't ask to see.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he wasn't attracted to Leo. Nor Aaron, nor any of his human friends. He just liked Pikachu like that, hell, Owen wasn't even sure if the whole, "liking male Pokemon," thing extended to a Pokemon other than Pikachu!

He wondered if he could bring it up with Leo. Leo wasn't as anti-male as he was, in fact, Owen had his suspicions that Leo enjoyed the company of males. Human and Pokemon. So maybe he was the right person to ask... Well, here went nothing.

"Hey, Leo?" Owen almost immediately wanted to back out of the conversation.

"Yeah?"

"Do you um... awkward question, but do you do stuff with your Pokemon?"

"Huh?"

"Like... I dunno. Sex stuff? I only ask because my Pikachu was rather... I dunno. He made some advances."

"Woah woah woah... Hold up." Leo kinked the hose, he was done rinsing his car off. "You..."

"N-no!" Owen stammered. "No, I didn't do anything with him. I just... I dunno. I know Aaron does stuff like that and emm..."

Leo looked at him with the most judgemental expression he'd ever seen on another human being. Fiddling with his hands as the scrupulous gaze wanted to make him run away, Owen blushed, hard. After a few seconds, Leo chuckled, and shook his head.

"Yeah, I fuck my Pokemon all the time."

"Huh? Y-you do?"

"Mhmm." Owen followed Leo as he dragged the hose back to the house. "Twice today, even."

"But... It's hardly noon!"

"Yup! Abra woke me up with a blowjob, and then I had to relieve my Growlithe." Leo smirked as he grabbed a towel and looked back at Owen. "You wouldn't fucking believe how needy she is when she's in heat. Practically tears my throat out if I don't help her."

"O-Oh yeah?"

"Yup. Arceus, she's something else. Needy as fuck. Hell, I can hardly keep up most of the time."

"That must be a nice problem."

"Sometimes. But I like taking it slow, y'know? I don't wanna just... fuck the living daylights out of something."

"Unrelatiable." Owen said, chuckling.

Leo stopped wiping his car's roof and looked over at Owen. He squinted, giving him an odd look before grinning widely.

"You wanna borrow her for a bit?"

"Growlithe? The insanely horny one?"

"Yeah. You don't got any STD's or anything, so I mean, as long as you don't have some aversion to fucking some hot, needy canine puss I've fucked before..." Leo shrugged and resumed drying his car off.

"H-hot?"

He stopped again. "Haven't you ever... y'know?"

"Not with a Pokemon-"

"Or anyone else!" Leo snickered.

"Oh shut up. Maybe I'm waiting for the right one." Owen grinned, shaking his head. "But um... y-yeah, I guess I'll take her for a week or two."

"Great, just make sure to like... at least relieve her twice a day. Doesn't matter if you're not horny, or in the mood, she will tear you apart if you don't."

"O-okay!" Owen grinned like a fool.

The two of them walked into Leo's house. It looked like any other house would, save for being absolutely freezing. His parents were weird like that, it was easily twenty degrees cooler in there. The two of them made their way to his bedroom where Leo dug through his stuff until he found the Pokeball. Then, he handed it off to Owen.

"She's due for another romp pretty soon, maybe an hour. I'd do it sooner, if I were you." Arceus, the grin on his face... that smug, knowing grin...

Owen took it with a blush, already feeling his pants tighten. He slid the small Pokeball into his pockets and stood there, looking at Leo.

"Um... t-thank you."

"I should be thanking you. It'll be nice taking it slow with the rest of my team for a bit."

"Anything else I should know?" Owen asked as the two of them walked back outside.

"Um... Just don't stick your dick in her mouth. It will hurt." Leo grinned and got back to drying his car off. "Also, put her back in the ball when she's finished, otherwise a bunch of male Pokemon will come flying to get to her."

"Oh, um... Will Pikachu?"

"Probably." Leo shrugged. "I'll give you any eggs she gets if you fuck up, how 'bout that?"

"Ha, alright. I guess I'll talk later."

"Go get 'em, champ!" Leo snickered as he clapped Owen on the back, quickly going back to drying his car.

Owen couldn't stop grinning his entire way back home. He held the Pokeball in his cold, clammy hands, wondering just how much fun he'd be able to have with Growlithe throughout the week. Maybe he'd fuck her each day before he went to high school, and when he came home, and when he went to bed! Maybe he'd take her with him for a romp or two at school, too!

The possibilities were endless... Owen just hoped his libido could keep up with her demand, but even that thought - of fingering a needy, moaning Pokemon - made him stiff. It might have been embarrassing walking home with a nearly completely stiff erection, but Owen was too deep in thought to take note of his surroundings.

And then, he was home.

Just like that, behind his locked door, Owen stood, Pokeball clenched tight to his chest. He was shaking now, wondering how it would play out; should he be clothed, or naked when he released her? Should he bring a cucumber or something in here, or a bottle of lube? Should he wear a condom?

Owen was shaking so hard, so fearful from his nerves, that he held the Pokeball closer and tighter. Would he even be able to fuck her? Could he, with his racing heart, work up an erection? What if he wasn't big enough for her, couldn't scratch the itch she had? Closer and closer, until the Pokeball was pressed against his chest.

Then, without any warning, the ball went off. Owen yelped as Growlithe appeared in his arms. The big, rather heavy Pokemon made him fall to the ground, but if there was any hostility in Growlithe, it was absent. She took to licking his face playfully, growling and making all kinds of cute noises.

Owen chuckled and pushed her off of him, grinning as he looked at her run around his room. After a few seconds, she came running back, pushing her snout into his groin, sniffing and licking. She looked up, her black and brown eyes looking into Owen's, which made the smile go away.

He didn't say anything, instead, spoke through actions. Owen, with hands trembling, undid his belt, zipper, pants, and slid them, as well as his underwear, off, in one fell swoop.

There was no time to take it slow, there was no nervousness or curiosity from Growlithe. She knew exactly what to do, Leo had trained her well. With a happy growl, she began licking his quickly growing shaft, from base to tip. Owen moaned, unwilling to move as his cock was cleaned.

He'd wanted something like this to happen for so long, and now that it actually was... the expectations were shattered by how amazing it felt. Growlithe wasted no time, giving him long, quick licks that left slobber all up and down him. It pooled at his ball sack for only moments before getting lapped up by her eager tongue again and again and again.

She didn't just lick his shaft, oh no. Growlithe explored all recesses of his groin; shaft, tip, sack, taint... Owen was sure she'd even go to town on his ass if he was into that. As much as he wanted to see if she would take him in her mouth, the stern warning Leo had given him rang in his ears, so he didn't.

Instead, Owen began slowly jerking off, letting Growlithe only lick and lap at his throbbing tip. It drove her into a frenzy, she licked to the point where it would have hurt, if Owen wasn't so into it. When she got a taste of his precum, Owen was sure she'd almost bite his dick off from how she eyed his length.

The thick saliva made jerking off feel amazing. It was far better than lube, warm, and sticky. Growlithe replenished it whenever he felt like it was getting a bit hard; he let his shaft go, she wasted no time licking. Whenever he let go, Owen would sniff his hand, would sniff the mixture of his excitement, her saliva, and his shaft.

It was amazing.

Owen wanted to finish like this, to end it right here and now. He'd be fine busting a load onto her snout and leaving it like that, but instead, he knew he had a responsibility to her. Plus, the prospect of what he was about to do made him throb harder than even her tongue did.

"Alright, alright, that's good." He mumbled, pushing Growlithe off of him.

He was rather handsy with her, pushing the Pokemon down and rolling her onto her back. At first, Growlithe, playful as she seemed to be, would wiggle around, but Owen held her rear legs tight as he got down. She almost seemed to know what was happening when he moved his head down between her legs, and held still in anticipation.

Owen let go of one of her legs and reached down, curious as to how these canine spade-looking pussies worked. He'd seen one of them before, in the magazine. It was a Lucario, but hers was much smaller than Arcanines. It was almost as if Arcanine's was puffy, he chalked it up to the heat she must have been in.

Letting curiosity drive him forward, Owen spread her spade with two fingers, getting a look - and a whiff - of what she had. It was pink, hot, glistening with excitement and arousal. The smell, the smell was akin to cinnamon, and he couldn't resist bringing his fingers up to his nose for a deeper whiff. It felt a bit rough on the outside of her black folds, but squishy, fleshy once he spread them.

He placed a finger on her, letting her warmth send jolts of lighting down his finger. This was it, he was really touching a female Pokemon... it was amazing. Owen didn't waste any time in pushing a finger up her hole, he wanted to know what it was like, needed to feel it.

Arceus... it was everything he wanted. Tight. Wet. Hot beyond measure and, best of all, the texture... she was ribbed. Owen knew by touch alone that he wouldn't last long inside of her; he was already close because of the licks, but penetrating her, thrusting more than once? He was unsure.

So he pulled his finger out to the very last digit as she clenched and whined for more. Owen lined his middle finger up with his wet index, and thrusted back inside of her. She clenched, but was no match for Owen as he drove his fingers deeper and deeper, until his knuckles pushed up against soft, puffy spade. He held them there for naught but a second before pulling them out, pushing back in...

The pace he was at wasn't enough for her, however. Growlithe began to whine, the paw he was holding clenched, she needed more. Owen happily obliged, beginning to finger her faster, faster, faster...

Wet schlicking sounds filled his room as he worked on her. Each time he pushed his fingers deep into her wet spade, he withdrew them even more soaked than they were when he'd pushed in. Her juices ran down his fingers, palm, wrist, arm... they pooled at his elbow for only a moment before dripping off and falling to the floor, all the while feeling like thick, tepid water.

Growlithe was panting quickly, squirming slowly as she was worked on. Owen wanted this to go quick for her, wanted to penetrate her after an orgasm, so the feeling of lasting for all of two thrusts wouldn't utterly disappoint her. He could tell, however, that Growlithe was tiring of the fingering. She wasn't squirming as much, how often had she been relieved like this by Leo?

Thinking quickly, Owen pulled his fingers out and dove his mouth onto her spade. At this, she clenched up, her eyes grew wide with surprise and delight, Owen could hear her panting begin to grow fast. He smirked for a split second before opening his mouth and taking in her whole spade.

It wasn't in his mouth for a long time, however; it was much too big. Being in it squished it together so much he couldn't separate her with his tongue, so Owen moved up, giving her a kiss as she left him. With both hands now, he used his thumbs to spread her, and didn't resist taking a long, slow lick.

Her fluids tasted acidic, sour, and almost like cinnamon. Owen rolled her taste around in his mouth for a few moments before swallowing; it burned on the way down, and he shuddered. It was excellent and, as it began to warm his stomach, Owen was already back at it, licking and licking and licking. He wondered if Leo had ever done this, but, clearly, from how Growlithe was reacting, he hadn't.

Curious, Owen pushed his tongue into her hole, wondering what it felt like. Surely enough, it was hot, like the rest of her, and had a much more intense taste to it. Owen moaned as he tongue-fucked her, relishing her own pants and growls of sheer pleasure.

At this, it seemed, she could last no longer. Owen's eyes grew wide as she suddenly clenched so hard his tongue was forced out of her small hole. Growlithe quivered and shook and said her name again and again as waves of sheer pleasure rolled through her small body. Owen didn't leave her alone, however.

While he couldn't get into her, he could still lick the outside and, even though he was sexually inexperienced, he had heard of the clit before. Assuming it was the little button looking thing on top of her spread lips, Owen began to assault it with touch, rubbing it hard, fast, and in small circles.

She went wild at this.

Owen chuckled at her. As he rubbed, her entire body trembled, her excitement blasted out of the hole his tongue was in not moments ago. She shook, her paws clenched, legs flailed. She needed more and more, Owen could tell, so he gave it to her.

Sinking down, he began to - softly, at first - to suck on her clit. It was like a jolt of lighting, causing her to buck so hard it felt like someone had slapped him in the face, but, pain or not, Owen continued. He sucked, kissed, licked, and as he did, rammed a finger inside of her hole again. Growlithe only shook more as he continued his fingering, his licking, his sucking.

When he was finished with her, she just lied there, quivering, shaking. Her spade clenched a few times every second, her excitement dribbled out of her. It made a big wet spot on the floor, Owen couldn't resist scooping some into his mouth. He nearly spat it out with how potent it was, but swallowed; it felt and tasted like the last stuff he'd tasted, but almost concentrated, almost like tasting the powder you pour into a gallon of water.

Owen wasn't finished with her yet, oh no.

He was still hard, and now, he was the needy one. Precum was dripping from his shaft each time he pulled on himself, Owen used it to make his cock slick. Wasting no time, because he knew what little he'd get to spend in her this time around, Owen pulled her legs apart, and pushed against her soaking wet spade.

It was a little difficult to penetrate her, at first. Owen wasn't used to such an odd pussy, or any pussy in the first place. After a few tries, he found that he needed to put his tip into the folds of her spade, move it down by about half an inch, then he could push.

The first time pushing turned into the second push, than the third, the fourth... Owen didn't want to describe how it felt, it just felt good. He couldn't do more than moan, thrust, shudder, thrust, repeat, if anyone had walked in on him like this, hunched over a small Growlithe, he wouldn't know.

Her snout came up to his chest, he held her tightly as he thrusted. It was like a plushie, but Growlithe was real, she was alive, and she felt good. Each time he thrusted, Owen couldn't help but pull out as quickly as he could, just to get the feeling of her walls pulling against him. She was easy to thrust into, but much harder to pull out of because of the ribbing.

Growlithe began to whimper, not in pain, but in pleasure. Owen wondered why for mere seconds; her walls clenched again, and he could feel himself bring her to yet another orgasm. It astounded him just how fast she was able to cum, and how tight she got when she did.

She was nearly impossible to pull out of for a couple reasons. The clenching. The ribbing. The fact that the tiny little humps he was humping out felt astoundingly better than the long thrusts he'd been thrusting into her. Owen couldn't hold on any longer, either; he'd gone in expecting to last mere moments, but had lasted long enough to bring her to a second orgasm.

He stifled his moans, else they turn into shouts, as he released. Growlithe began to whimper as he filled her up, he wondered if she'd get eggs from his cum. It was enough of a worry to pull out, pull out and paint her spade with the cum he pulled from his warm, soaking wet shaft. One, two, three ropes, not counting however many he'd blasted inside of her.

Heart racing, Owen pushed himself up, and sat on his lower legs. He was panting, looking down at the quivering Growlithe, cum leaking out of her painted spade, his shaft, glistening. Owen gave his length a few more pulls, tapping his cockhead on her to wipe what little he pulled off.

After he got up, Growlithe moved her head over and weakly licked his cum off, cleaning herself well. It almost made Owen hard again, but it hurt a bit too much. With a contented sigh only someone that just went through what he went through could sigh, Owen dried himself off with a towel after he'd recalled Growlithe. His legs felt weak, his eyes were heavy, and man, was he tired after what he'd just done. Still naked and exhausted, Owen fell to his bed, falling asleep before he'd hit the pillow.

. . .

The next week or so passed by rather uneventfully.

Owen had to go back to school the next day and, unfortunately, woke up a bit late, so he couldn't satisfy any of his urges with Growlithe. All throughout his classes, he wondered if anyone would find the Pokeball, especially what would happen if Pikachu found it. From what Leo had said, Owen would have an egg on his hands if that were to be the case.

When he got home, the first thing he did was lock himself inside the room, after ushering Pikachu out, of course. The small, confused Pokemon gave him a weird look and crossed his arms as Owen shut the door in his face. It made him feel bad, but well... he was already getting aroused at the thought of rutting Growlithe again.

And rut he did.

Growlithe was so needy when he released her that he hardly had any time to pull his pants off before she was on him. It had started off simple, some fingering, nothing much, but enough to get her shaking. This time around, however, Owen lied on the bed and Growlithe got on top. The two of them climaxed at the same time, which made him feel a bit proud of his abilities to satisfy her. Plus, the sight of his cum leaking from her twitching spade made him shudder.

Once she'd cleaned the both of them up - it was remarkable how good her tongue felt on his used cock - Owen gave her a few belly rubs, and gently pressed the Pokeball to her. He placed the Pokeball under the bed, buried in a bundle of laundry. After that, he hiked his pants up and left the room, deciding to get something to eat.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully; watch some TV, play with Pikachu a bit - there was still some awkwardness between them, but nothing too bad - do homework, and then get ready for bed. Owen was surprised at his libido when he began thinking about Growlithe yet again as he got ready. It only took him a few moments to decide, and he again ushered a confused Pikachu out of the room.

Then, he had his way with her again. Nothing fancy, or tryhard, Owen just released her, flipped her over, and stuck himself inside of her. Growlithe didn't mind the frantic, rushed humps as he grabbed onto her rear legs, using them for support. She was panting, crying her name as he fucked her.

She came first, which was a bit surprising. Owen shuddered at just how freakishly tight she became, how her walls closed around him like some kind of Arbok strangling her prey. He didn't last much longer after that and, again, he used her as some kind of living cum rag; letting her clean the two of them off before again, a few belly rubs, then a Pokeball pressed to her snout.

Pikachu gave a weird look as he was let back in, but hopped over to his bed and fell asleep rather quickly. Owen, grinning like a fool, turned the lights out and hopped into his own bed. Sleep came quickly, and all he could dream about was Growlithe.

The rest of the week was, more or less, exactly like that day. Sometimes, Owen would be able to get a good rut in before he went to school. Others, he wouldn't have the time. One thing he did manage to do, though, was find time to fuck her at least two times after school. The first time was easy enough, after not relieving his balls for eight or nine hours, he could almost always get it up.

The second time, however, it was a bit more difficult. Time-wise, Owen hadn't been too sure when to lock his door, but he'd figured out pretty quickly that right after dinner, when Pikachu was watching TV with mom and dad, that was the best time. He could join them right after, hoping they'd be none the wiser as to what was going on behind his door.

One thing that began developing, as he pushed his dick further and further into Growlithe's wonderfully tight, warm walls. All Owen could think about was Pikachu. It was weird, sure, because Pikachu wouldn't feel this warm, nor wet, or anything, but he could just see himself, one hand on the base of his tail, the other grabbing a leg, and just... going to town on him.

At first, Owen just shook his head, grabbed onto Growlithe's paws a bit tighter, and thrusted faster. The pleasure had gotten him thinking of her the first few times, but he was fucking her close to three times a day now. Halfway through the week, Owen couldn't even think about her as he was balls deep inside of her walls. Needless to say, he finished as soon as possible, and recalled Growlithe immediately.

Afterwards, he sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his feet. Why was he, despite having a Pokemon that wanted sex, hell, needed sex, with him, so far from his mind? Owen began to think about Pikachu, those few moments he'd had alone with him, when he'd exposed himself to him. Was it his fault?

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he'd been a pretty bad trainer, and a pretty bad human in general. He couldn't have sex with Pikachu, so instead of working on it, instead of growing closer to Pikachu like that, Owen had found relief elsewhere. And he doubted that Pikachu couldn't smell the sex in the air after Owen let him back in the room.

The feelings grew stronger and stronger as Owen thought about them, but sitting here wouldn't help him. With a tisk, he got up and dried his groin off with an old shirt. Once dressed, he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses, five Oreos, and five Pokemon cookies for Pikachu. He brought them into his room, then found Pikachu.

He was sitting on the couch, nestled on mom's lap. The two of them were watching some cooking show with an angry chef, mom absent-mindedly scratching Pikachu's head. Owen scooped him up, holding him like one would a baby, mom's hand trailed after Pikachu before falling to the couch as he carried the Pokemon away.

There was a small aura of confusion around Pikachu, he wondered why he was being carried to the room. Owen shut and locked the door, and put him on the bed, sitting down next to him. He handed Pikachu the glass and his cookies, smiled and took his own.

"Pika?" He didn't hesitate taking a bite of the gift.

"I just wanted to talk, y'know? We hardly hang out anymore."

"Pi..." He looked down, blushing a bit.

"Y-yeah. If it's..." Now, now it was Owen's turn to blush. "If it's about the last time we were here, alone..." He looked away. "I'm sorry. I just thought you'd be interested."

"P-Pi! Pikachu!" Pikachu nodded, putting a hand on Owen's leg.

He looked over, seeing the concerned smile on the Pokemon's face. Pikachu mimed, pointing to his groin, giving a thumbs up. But then, he pointed to his own small sheath, and held up a single finger. Owen looked at him for a few seconds, his heart beginning to get a bit faster.

Pikachu didn't mind licking, or sucking, hell, maybe even some anal stuff, but first, he wanted some fun. He wanted Owen to suck him off before anything happened, before he gave himself away to him. Almost immediately, Owen had to hold back a grimace.

Could he even bring himself to suck Pikachu off?

Owen still considered himself straight; he hadn't jerked off to that image of Pikachu in the magazine since getting Growlithe. Was that just because nobody in their right mind would jerk off when they have a willing, horny, hot, wet, needy Pokemon at their disposal? Or was it because Owen really, truly, wasn't gay?

Pikachu went back to eating the cookies, looking at the floor as Owen thought. He wished it was just as easy as that, but even if he thought that it was something he could do, was it something he wanted to do? Pikachu... ugh. He didn't know what to think.

"You... lemme get this straight... you'd suck me off if I sucked you off, first?"

Pikachu nodded.

"You'd let me do whatever I want to you, as long as you went first?"

Another nod.

"Hmm..." Owen ate his last Oreo. On no certain terms, he nodded. "I'll think about it, buddy."

Pikachu smiled and gave his thigh a small pat. Afterwards, he handed the glass back to Owen, and ran off to the living room, back to the scratches and TV. It always amazed him just how easily Pikachu was able to open the door.

. . .

It was night now.

It always surprised Owen just how fast time passed on the weekend, seemingly slipping through his fingers like sand. There was one last thing he wanted to do before heading off to bed, however; he wanted to have some fun with Growlithe. He was supposed to return her tomorrow, since it was what he and Leo had agreed on, so he figured why not. Once now, once when he woke up in the morning and needed his wood taken care of.

As he'd grown accustomed to, he released Growlithe from her ball, giving her a few pets and scratches before pushing her down. He'd kneel in front of her and pull her rear towards him, getting a good whiff of her spade before sinking down on it. This time around, Growlithe put her front paws on him, pushing Owens head harder, he obliged and began to lick, to suck.

She'd squirm while Owen rubbed himself hard, but he wouldn't do anything until she had her first orgasm of the night. He found that it was incredibly easy to get her off with his tongue, she seemed to enjoy that the most. The pride he'd once felt for making another living creature cum had been replaced with satisfaction and delight. Now, he'd be able to relieve his balls in her, ejaculating once she'd climaxed again.

Owen was just about to push himself into her when he heard the door open. Blood turned to ice, his eyes grew wide, a fierce blush spread on his face. He was just about to turn around but found that he couldn't move. The fear from who'd discovered him kept his body from doing what his brain was screaming at it to do. Cover himself up. Run. Hide.

"Pika?" The voice cut through the air like a sharp knife, providing Owen with relief so palpable and awesome he nearly collapsed right then and there.

He turned around and saw that Pikachu had since shut the door, and was now looking at his master, stiff - although, quickly softening - cock in hand. Owen locked eyes with Pikachu for a few moments, neither one said a word. Silently, he strode forward, and turned the small lock on the door so nobody could disturb him, Growlithe, or Pikachu.

"C'mon." He whispered, picking Pikachu up like he always did.

If his heart could flutter faster, it might have sprouted wings and burst from his heart as he carried the nervous Pokemon to his bed. Growlithe didn't need to be told to make room for Pikachu, she simply moved aside, wet spade leaving a mark where she'd lied. Owen was done thinking, he was done with the mental strife and discord he felt towards what he was about to do.

He wouldn't go another day without being with Pikachu.

Eagerly, strangely enough, he put Pikachu on the bed and spread his legs. They'd closed when Owen had put him there, maybe he was nervous or something. To try and help with the anxiety, Owen ran his hands along Pikachu's belly for a few moments, whispering calming words, how much he loved him and how much he wanted to do this.

After a bit of time had passed, Owen again took Pikachu's paws in his hands and opened his legs, revealing the Pokemon's twitching erection. Apparently, he'd been excited about this as well. His mind, oddly enough, was silent as he grabbed the dick with two fingers. Silent still as he jerked Pikachu off. Silent still as he moved his head down to this erect shaft. And, blissfully, wonderfully silent as he brought Pikachu into his mouth.

It surprised him just how hard Pikachu really was. Owen did nothing for the first few seconds, the feeling of another male's cock in his mouth too weird to comprehend. He wasn't long, but he was certainly long enough to get to the middle of Owen's tongue, and Pikachu was thick, too. Surprisingly, he didn't find it all that bad. Slimy, but it wasn't anything to complain about. Odd tasting, but it wasn't offputting. His fur was exceptionally soft, too; his balls most of all were the softest thing he'd ever felt.

He wondered if he was really doing this, at first. If he'd be able to go through with sucking a male off. Owen decided to at least try it; if he didn't like it, it wasn't like he was being forced to continue or anything. Gathering up what little courage and faith he had, Owen pushed his mouth to Pikachu's groin before moving back up to his tip. His reward - he had no other way to describe it - was an ecstatic, energetic moan from Pikachu, as well as a salty, slimy bead of precum he sucked up.

The precum, this was weird. It felt like someone had spat in his mouth, with the consistency, the slipperiness of soap, yet the taste of a grassy field after a lightning storm. There was a slight aftertaste, something akin to concentrated bleach, it finally clicked in Owen's mind that it tasted like how ozone smelled; sweet, yet pungent. Like the grassy field, yet also like a burning wire.

After a moment of thought, he figured it would be rude to spit it out. Owen swallowed the precum, as well as saliva accumulation in his mouth. That was another thing that took him by surprise; just how much saliva he was swallowing down.

He didn't let the ozony precum, nor the saliva distract him from what he was doing, however. Owen reached up and began to fondle Pikachu's small ballsack, it was something he'd never touched before. As the Pokemon moaned, Owen began to bob his head on the shaft in his mouth. Each time he worked his way up to the tip, Pikachu would let out a moan, he began to shiver as well.

With his free hand, he reached up and began to rub Pikachu's belly; it was quickly grabbed by tiny hands, Pikachu held on for dear life. Owen let his mind wander as he continued his work, his goal to make Pikachu cum, to make him feel good, like he'd been making Growlithe feel all week now. He thought nothing of himself, nor of how he wanted to push his dick inside Pikachu. Just of this small, electric Pokemon's pleasure, his moans and soft quivers.

This was so gay, so, so, gay...

Owen shuddered as he thought that, but sucked anyway. It was gay, but it was also rather fun. Having Pikachu so needy, moaning and shaking from what he, and he alone, was doing. So what if it was, each time he sunk down, felt his lips move down Pikachu's cock, press against his small sheath, it made Owen's length throb.

He knew one thing for sure, however; as fun as this was, Owen drew the line at having Pikachu cum inside of his mouth. Pikachu nodded, his face more of a blush than anything else, when Owen told him. It seemed as if he couldn't last much longer, what, from just how hard he was shaking. Owen didn't want to take any chances, so he gave Pikachu a few more good sucks, a lick, then took his small shaft into his fingertips and began to jerk.

Pikachu began shaking even harder, electricity arcing and cracking from his cheeks. His shaft felt odd, like something was passing into his skin, but Owen continued. Faster and faster he went, even as Pikachu began to buck his hips. He wanted to see this Pokemon cum, needed to see just how he reacted to it, if not only for curiosity's sake.

Precum and saliva made a great lube. When Pikachu finally began to cum, he was milked easily from the mixture, shooting rope after rope onto his belly and face. Owen couldn't help but grin as he saw the utter, complete bliss on the Pokemon's face and began to stroke faster and faster. He grabbed Pikachu with his palm and began to work it, despite him only reaching to the middle.

To Owen's surprise, Pikachu completely filled his fist, his sparky cum leaked and dribbled out of it. After that, though, there wasn't much to give; with a weak moan, Pikachu gave one last hump, and that was it. Owen didn't continue to jerk him off, just held his palm out and let Growlithe, who was watching, lick it clean. She did, despite grimacing at the odd sensations it gave her.

At this point, Owen was so horny, he could hardly think. He himself was dripping and oozing precum, he stroked his shaft and got it wet with the fluids. Wasting no time, Owen pushed Growlithe on her back and pulled her close to him; she was excited by his ferocity, and had apparently worked up an interest as well as she'd watched him.

Owen jabbed himself in, and began to fuck Growlithe for the last time. It was a little sad to think, and he was sure he'd be able to borrow her again, but for whatever reason, he couldn't even look at her. His eyes were on Pikachu, and Pikachu alone. It didn't take him long to figure out what to do. With a grin, Owen grabbed the small Pokemon and placed him, ass up, on Growlithe's belly.

He continued to fuck the canine, but held Pikachu in his hands as he thrusted. Each time he jabbed into Growlithe, it looked like he'd been fucking Pikachu, and that was utterly amazing. Plus, Pikachu was in too much of an orgasmic daze to even realize what was going on, so he wouldn't struggle.

Horny from what he'd just done to Pikachu, as well as finally getting his fill of spade for the evening, Owen knew he couldn't last long. He didn't even know if Growlithe had her own orgasm yet when he finished. As Owen grabbed at both her and Pikachu, he thought that it would be rather fun to paint Pikachu with his inevitably large load...

So, when he felt close, he pulled out and began stroking. Thighs shook, knees buckled, Owen's entire world grew dim as he neared what was to be an astounding orgasm. Stoke faster, faster, faster...

His legs gave out, he leaned hard on the bed. Owen shuddered, his hand was stroking himself so quick it was a blur, not an appendage. When the cum finally blasted from him, he was so near Pikachu's rear that the fluid spurted out in every direction, somewhat like a hose pressed against your palm. It felt astounding.

The three of them lay in the bed once he was done. Pikachu on one side, Growlithe on the other. Owen pulled them both close, glad he was so lucky as to have the two of them by his side. He didn't know how life could get much more perfect than this.

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