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Training at Orre Academy wasn’t easy. When Trey and Keith, a Pikachu and Pichu duo, travelled all the way there, they knew it wouldn’t be easy. While Trey the Pikachu gained unwarranted amounts of stress taking on the training regime of a teacher he believed didn’t care about him, the last thing he expected was for the whole ordeal to bring him closer to his partner.

Trey’s training regime tested his stamina, and although he understood why that had him using electricity to excessive levels, what he didn’t like was how he wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom during any sessions. The next thing he knew, Keith the Pichu one day admits that he likes seeing him desperate to pee, while Trey himself discovered his own sexual pleasure for the feeling, too. That night they had a mishap that had them locked in their dorm, but they didn’t care. They wound up having very wet sex they’d never forget.

And they’d play with their pee from there on. Trey was surprised that he wound up actually liking holding his pee all day, just to let it all out in Keith’s ass or something. He was more surprised, but happy, that his partnership with Keith turned into a full relationship that had them spending more time together. And in a place like the academy, a Pikachu and Pichu couple wasn’t something the other Pokémon were against seeing.

It’d been a few months since then, too. Trey’s training had gone on to new focuses, from learning new moves to training agility or strength or whatever. He did his best during it all, but above all else, still held his pee all day for it. Whenever he and Keith had plans, he’d hold it in and they’d have the kinkiest evening they could manage.

Then a bombshell dropped.

…

“I… graduated?” Trey said, still staring in shock. “I don’t understand.”

“What’s not to understand, boy?” Sejun the Pachirisu said. He looked genuinely proud, hands on hips and all. “You have the know-how and determination to continue raising your abilities to the maximum. You know your egg moves and tutor moves. You even know how to healthily handle Z-power. I have nothing else to teach you.”

“So do I just… stop coming now or something?” Trey asked, still blinking in disbelief.

“Unless you want a sparring battle or something, then yes. Your room at the academy is still yours, so feel free to keep training there, take on a new course, whichever. Oh, I almost forgot – wait here,” Sejun said, jogging off into a cupboard. He returned with strips of paper in his tooth and offered them. “They’re tickets only given to special students or staff. Valid only once, but you can go see any film you like. Take a friend, too.”

“Won’t say no to that,” Trey said, taking them. But with how focused he had been lately; he had no idea where to go from here on. As far as he knew, Keith was still in training, so he would have to find something to do around here.

Or maybe that was water under the bridge. A movie with the Pichu would make a nice change of pace. They hadn’t been on a proper date for a while, after all.

And so, Trey and Keith were on their way to the academy’s fancy Leisure Zone, a sector dedicated to all kinds of social amusements. Cinemas, arcades, spas, all kinds of places that were great for spoiling someone every now and then. It was all so attractive compared to the rest of the academy, like a neon district in a central city. Flashy lights, good smells, and technology that neither of them knew the function of. But right now, they were running on all fours.

“I told you not to forget stuff. I reminded you of everything you told me you had to bring, and you still forgot. Now we’re late!” Trey cried. Keith was beside him, though the Pichu looked like he was straining to run.

“I know, and I did check! I swear something must’ve fell outta my bag when we left. It’s not my fault,” he cried.

“Whether you forgot or dropped it, forgetting something important needed for a meeting is your fault!” Trey replied. Their destination came into sight, a theatre brilliantly labelled with retro inspired posters and a red carpet. Two Bewear guarded the double doors.

“That’s it,” Trey said, skidding to a stop. He had to catch his breath more than he realised, both hands on his chest.

“Thank goodness… it’s hard to run when you’ve gotta go,” Keith did the same. They spent half a minute catching their breaths before the Pikachu realised what was just said.

“Wait, you’ve gotta use the litter? Why didn’t you say earlier?”

“It’s not a bad need. And well,” he said, going quiet. “I, you know… thought you’d wanna get naughty later, since it’s a night out or something…”

“… M-maybe,” Trey said, blushing a bit.

“I know you’ll want to. We’ve never done it outside of the dorm before,” Keith giggled, twiddling his feet. “And I know you like it when I wet and all…”

“It’s a private theatre and stuff, you know? We shouldn’t get the place dirty or anything. So even if we do that tonight, not here.”

“Huh?” the Pichu said, stopping to look at his partner. Trey tilted his head. “Wait you went to the bathroom already? You didn’t hold it or anything…?”

“Nope. I didn’t wanna get on the Academy’s bad side. So if you’ve really gotta go, go now.”

Keith leaned back in surprise. “It’s fine. I was joking! I don’t really gotta go. Just… wanted to see if you were up for it or not. You know.”

Trey gave him a sceptical look. “I mean it! I’m fine, just dandy!”

“… If you say so. ‘cos if you have to leave during the movie, I’m not walking you to the restroom,” Trey said with a snicker, turning to the guards.

“Trey!”

“I’m just teasing, but I really don’t want to have to miss stuff. I’ve never seen this movie before, and it’s got one of my favourite actors in it. A lead role at last,” Trey said.

Keith snuck a glance at the poster, realising right away what he was talking about. Pokévengers: Endgame. A cosplay Pikachu was one of the leading roles, and unsurprisingly, it was the one known for its tough appeal. With an overly tight latex wrestling suit and an iconic mask that coolly covered half its eyes, the Pichu had no doubt in his mind why they were Trey’s favourite actor.

He’d felt like this for a while. He may have come out to the Pikachu and they occasionally mated, but beyond the first time, something always felt unfulfilling about it. He was always a bottom, and he really enjoyed that. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

But he couldn’t get over the idea that all he was doing was fulfilling their kinky desires and nothing more. Even now, when Trey had invited him on this date, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was because there was no one better to take with him, or that it was just to have a day off. He purposely held his pee all day again so that they could finish this date with another mating session as per usual. The night wouldn’t end differently, and he knew it.

Being a Pichu was also one of the factors. He was the same age as Trey, long into adulthood in Pokémon years, yet he was treated like a junior at times. He wasn’t strong as a Pikachu and couldn’t do anything nearly as well. He was like Trey’s supporting cast, taking on the easier tasks while struggling to keep up. He was happy being Trey’s mate, but deep down, he wanted more, something more lasting. Being so small and delegated to this side role, he could never be as fulfilling as say, that Pikachu Libre in the movie.

“Wow, they weren’t joking when they said private. Look at this place, it’s all ours,” Trey said happily, stretching his arms out. Past the ticket barriers and through a few special halls, they were directed to a lounge leading right into the cinema screen. All the snacks and drinks were easily accessible, neatly arranged in counters and glass fridges for them to help themselves to. There was even an open alcohol bar, though the giant ‘out of service’ tag on it told them they wouldn’t be having any fancy drinks.

“There’s so much popcorn,” Keith remarked, glaring up at a pyramid shaped stack of it. All different flavours stacked up to three times his height. “How can we eat all this? It’s bigger than your stomach!”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to eat all of it,” Trey said, laughing lightly. “I guess they just put out more than we need in case we get greedy. And… I imagine some Pokémon could eat this much as a snack.”

“Snorlax?”

“Probably even Munchlax,” he said, sweating. “The drinks are refrigerated, too. This is great. Just take what you want and I’ll meet you inside.”

“You’re so excited. Shouldn’t we go together?” Keith asked, watching the Pikachu carelessly choose his snacks. He had his arms full and stumbled off, leaving the Pichu flat-faced. He turned to the fridge, then the stack of popcorn, thinking twice. With a sly smile, he helped himself to a large carton of sweet popcorn and large drink.

In the cinema screen, they had the whole hall to choose their seat. The movie had already started and no one else was there, so it was at least easy for Keith to spot his friend, who had chosen to sit near the front. He rushed over and hopped up the seat, surprised to find that it outsized him completely to a point that he had to climb it. The armrests and cushions were clearly for a Pokémon much larger than them.

Still, trey was already glued to the screen. It didn’t even look like the Pikachu noticed him struggling to sit down. He frowned at that, caving into those negative predictions of his – this date wouldn’t be anything more than a pass time. They’d finish this, mate, and then everything would be back to normal tomorrow. At least he could enjoy a free film, something he wasn’t going to complain about. The movie looked like it had just started anyway, and with an action scene, no less.

Okay, so maybe it was going alright. Trey did say he was looking forward to this one. It was only natural that he’d be this hooked right away, what with it starting so intense. Now that Keith was paying attention to the movie, he was pretty confused about what was going on. The number of characters around and what they were fighting over, a mega stone, heavily implied that this was a sequel that picked up right where the last film left off. It looked cool and flashy, sounded engaging enough to pay attention and try to make sense of it, but he didn’t get it in the long run. He just sat forward and mindlessly jammed popcorn into his mouth while he watched, beginning to enjoy it for what it was.

“Keith,” Trey said, having to repeat himself before the Pichu noticed. “These seats are pretty big. Why don’t you come over here?”

The Pichu blinked. There were already sitting next to each other. Did he really mean to share a seat? “Uh, sure.”

His insecurity couldn’t be heard with the explosions going off in the movie. He shifted his food over first, and then had to hop over the armrest to reach.

“Careful!” Trey cried, but it was too late. Keith had managed to vault over properly, but his act knocked over the carton he’d just pushed over before his partner could move it.

“S-sorry!” he cried. Now there was popcorn all over the floor, and he was blushing.

“Don’t worry about it. Heh, just get comfy,” Trey said with a smile. Keith watched him for a moment, blinking in disbelief as he pushed his popcorn carton between them and gestured for the Pishu to help himself. “I got sweet. Hope that’s good?”

“It… is,” Keith replied, smiling as well.

Back to the movie, and now they were sharing a seat and food. With the two chus beside one another, the seat didn’t seem so big anymore. Keith still couldn’t reach the armrest, but he was squeezed close enough that their sides were touching. He could’ve linked hands with his partner from here, especially if they reached for the popcorn at the same time, but thought twice before doing so. Trey was already back to looking engrossed with the movie, so he retracted any attempt.

As the time went by, his troubled feelings melted into the film’s enjoyable tones. The story started to make more sense and the action was only getting more engaging. The popcorn was good and glances at Trey implied that he was enjoying it as much as he said he would. That kept a smile on his face even when the sad scenes played.

Then his dilemma hit him by surprise. He needed to go, and bad. It was a sudden pang and a bubbly rumble in his stomach that made him rub it and blush, followed by a moan. Thankfully, the Pichu’s noises were stifled by the movie, so Trey didn’t notice at all. But still, he had to jam a hand between his little legs and cross them, and still he couldn’t help squirming a bit.

“Why now?” he moaned in his mind, looking away. The large drink he’d been sipping away at was finished, sat in the cupholder. “… Smart move, Keith.”

Another rumble brought up another moan and a rise of his head. His tummy had grown rounded throughout the hour that had passed, with a jiggly bulge that made him look waterlogged and wider. His need wasn’t exactly an ache, he was too used to holding for this long for it to hurt. But it did create a pressuring angst that made him more aware of his surroundings and how he could relieve himself.

The movie looked like it only had around a half hour to go from guesses as to the way the story was going. But the more he thought about the all that liquid brewing in his bladder, the more he squirmed, trying desperately not to rub against the Pikachu too much. He was at the level where if he stopped straining for even a moment, he’d leak a gush of piss, and he could clearly picture not being able to stop that gush for a little too long. He shivered at that thought, hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

He checked the movie again. The heroes were gearing up for their confrontation with the antagonist. Definitely about a half-hour to go. At the rate he was filled up, he’d be uncomfortably bursting by then. He whined in discomfort, using both hands to hold back. He’d just stay like this for a while. He still whined, blushing hard as he realised his body had already made him full on erect, all to help him hold it in.

As if fate heard his inner thoughts, a loud crash happened. It sounded like the movie, but it was followed by an irritatingly loud wave of static that made the two Pokémon cringe. Keith felt himself loosen up for just an instant, and he flinched right back to holding himself with all he had. Just that caused a wave of discomfort to shiver up his body. It was like his pee was being sucked back into him just as it was about to escape, and that sensation took him a few seconds to embrace and get used to.

“What was that? The sound’s out,” Trey said, leaning forward. The next moment, the picture went with a blink of light. The lights in the cinema screen didn’t come on, either. “Seriously? What gives? We were just about to get to the good part!”

“Literally,” Keith said, standing up. He couldn’t move his hands away from his crotch. “Do you think the power cut?”

“Looks like it. Luckily for us, I know how to work wires and stuff. Just gotta find the supply,” Trey said, helping Keith off the seat. “C’mon.”

“… Did he notice?” Keith asked himself. One hand was permanently jammed between his legs, and his walking had been reduced to chubby waddling that caused his belly to jiggle, especially when going up the steps. It only caused more of that discomfort that made him strain even harder. “Ooog, I need to go way more than I thought…”

“Wait, was this always here?” Trey said, pushing against a glass wall. “Some kind of sliding door. It must’ve shut when we entered the film.”

“Wait, you mean we’re locked in?” Keith asked.

Trey hesitated. “We might be. But cinema screens always have emergency exits.”

Just that possibility kicked the poor Pichu’s needs. He was full, heavy, couldn’t stand still, and a constant bubbling in his bladder was only telling what would happen if he waited for the power to come back on. “Uh-er, Trey? I gotta pee bad, like, code red!”

“You… you didn’t go when I said you should, did you?” he said, blinking. “I saw you for a while, but code red? You really can’t hold it?”

“I’m bursting!” Keith cried in a whiny tone. He froze once he realised what was said. “Wait, you s-saw me?”

“Of course I noticed. You were squirming like crazy you little rascal. I just didn’t know how close you were,” he said. “Okay… uh, we gotta find that exit. Climb up.”

Keith moaned as he climbed into the piggyback, keeping one hand locked between his legs at all times. This bouncy ride was barely better than jumping up the steps, but at least he could focus holding it in now.

Back at the bottom of the stairs, there were emergency exits to the left and right. However, both used the same sliding door as the main exit, thus were unmovable. Trey even tried putting his partner down and smashing it with Thunderpunch, but it was no use. The door and walls repelled his attacks.

“Gah, who builds an emergency exit like this? We’re literally trapped in!” he raised his voice.

“A-all night?”

“Probably. At least until they get the power back on or they realise we’re here,” Trey pouted, sitting down. “This is a private viewing, though. The only Pokémon that know we’re here are those guards and the Pachirisu that booked this showing. Yeah, so pretty much until they get the power on.”

“Aaahh Trey I’m gonna pee, I can’t hold it that long!” Keith cried.

“Well you’re going to have to. We’ll be in way more trouble if you pee on these carpets or something.”

“But I’m not gonna make it…”

“Gosh, you’re so dang cute,” Trey huffed, starting to blush. “Sorry, but you’re gonna have to hold it. Probably aaaaalll night.”

“Not funny Trey,” he whined. He stood tall, squirmed, moaned, both hands clutching his hard-on now, but it wasn’t enough. He was definitely at that point where the slightest loosening would make him piss like a hose. If anything, he felt like he could feel his bladder creaking from how full it was.

Then he noticed Trey’s reaction to it all. The teasing was intentional. The Pikachu was blushing and half-hiding himself, as if trying to hide how obviously horny he looked. “T-Trey?”

“Is it really code red? Like, if I tickled you—”

“I’d burst!” he cried.

“Oh gods. Alright then, you got me,” Trey said, shaking his head. He was blushing hard. But he was hard too. “You’re so dang cute when you need to go, it’s too hot. I er, couldn’t help myself.”

“… You do want to do it,” Keith said, looking down. He didn’t care about the heat rushing to his face.

“C’mon, let’s help you sort that out before you really do have an accident,” Trey said, directing him back to the seat they were in. He climbed back up, piggybacking so that Keith came with him.

“W-wouldn’t it be… argh, worse… if it got on the seats?” Keith said.

“But it’ll be more comfortable this way. J-just hold it in for a little bit. Trust me,” he said, leaning back. He pulled the Pichu up so that they could cuddle, and kissed his forehead. Keith was too busy holding however, and moaned when he felt those lips touch. “Hey, look at me. You trust me, don’t you?”

Keith looked up slowly and gawked for a moment. Trey was being surprisingly docile with him this time. “I… I do.”

“If at any point this gets too much, tell me. I’m trusting you to tell me,” he said.

Keith’s heart turned heavy. That was the last thing he needed with a heavy bladder weighing him down.

“If you’re too hard, you won’t be able to pee. It’ll help you hold. Plus, I… gods, I-I love filling you so much.”

Keith moaned and feigned looking away. “I-I like being filled by you, too…”

“Re… really?” Trey asked.

“Oooh, hurry,” Keith whined, twirling his head.

Trey’s face switched to an unsure one, but he took the order. He was hard enough, anyway. He took in a breath and lifted the Pichu once more, lowering him just as slowly, carefully guiding his member into that tight pucker. The moment he poked it, Keith let out a sharp breath, which turned into a gradual whine as Trey worked himself in. They didn’t need to do much work as they were used to it, but it was still sensual enough to force cute noises from both.

It felt like it only took a moment, but now Keith’s waterlogged bottom was plugged tight by Trey’s smooth cock. He’d never grow used to this feeling. Every time he was stuffed up the ass like this, it was as if all feeling in his lower body vanished. All he knew was that a tremendous amount of pressure was being put on his loins.

He liked to think of it as if Trey’s dick was prodding at some magical organ that just delivered all the pleasure he ever wanted to feel. Not that he didn’t know how sex really worked, but when he was on the verge of peeing all over the floor and still getting bred from behind anyway, it was easier to imagine that way. It made it easier to focus on holding, while letting those spikes of pleasure shake his whole form.

Trey did all the work this time, his paws tucked by the Pichu’s sides to cradle him tightly. He would lift him up until only the head of his cock was plugging Keith’s entrance, and then bring him back down just as gradually, constantly moving at a steady pace and never removing his grip. It led to far more arousing play that had the duo breathing hotly and occasionally letting out a shivering moan.

In Trey’s case, the rhythm he’d worked up was more pleasing than a massage. Right now, his lower half was comfortably hot, his member getting smoothly squeezed and fondled by the tight yet spongey convulses of Keith’s anal passage. When he was fully inside, even the slightest movements would trigger those addictive feelings that kept him going. He wanted to speed up and push those feelings to their peak as quickly as possible, but strained in his attempts to resist, basking in the warmth of his steady action in an effort to make sure his partner felt just as good.

For Keith, it was a struggled task that this time had him struggling to keep a hold of himself. Whenever he felt his partner enter him, he felt an unbearable amount of pressure squash against his already bulging bladder. It wasn’t painful by any means, but it messed with the aforementioned image he distracted himself with. Every time he was pulled down, he felt like his hold on his pee was loosening, and that if they went any faster, it might even jolt a few trickles out of him.

All that pressure still brought him pleasure, though. Maybe it was the act of having to put so much strength into holding his pee that he liked to feel so much. With such slow paced, relaxing sex, he longed to just let his body go and relieve himself, bathing in the full feeling of that dick prodding at his sensitive insides. He didn’t want that dick to ever leave him to the point of stifling sharp whines whenever Trey pulled him up, even though it relieved him of the pressure that was making it impossible to hold. As they continued, his moans and huffs through his nose got louder, as did his urge to give in and let it all go.

They were speeding up however, getting faster and less delicate. Keith could feel all of it and why of course, with the occasional jet of hot precum firing into him. It pooled up inside him and made their movements slicker, making it easier for him to push down and stuff himself with more of Trey’s wonderful manhood. That soon earnt a loud yelp of surprise from the Pichu, where for just an instant, something was hit that made him jerk backward.

“Ah, Keith!” Trey said with a grunt, holding him in place. He hadn’t realised that his grip on the Pichu had been tightening, and loosened up to let his partner relax. Keith took a moment to catch his breath, where he leaned forward and cuddled the Pikachu’s chest. “Are you alright?”

“Oh god, Trey,” he gurgled with an aroused moan. He barely rested and yet he began rocking and twirling his hips to play with that dick buried inside him. He leaned forward as he did so, glancing back at himself to make sure his plump rear rolled all over.

That earnt grunts from both, Trey even tipping his head back as he was given pleasure he wasn’t expecting. All that hot precum smearing over him drove him insane, intensifying those movements he was already struggling to resist. The rocking only played with him more, turning his massaging sex into a grind fest of heated walls pulling and twirling his cock in every which way. He could literally feel his balls churning and readying to deliver their load which dribbled up his length. But one look at the Pichu’s strained face made him retract, and he sucked in a breath.

“K-Keith, stop,” he said, breathing out with a shuddering groan.

Nah-uh. I can’t,” Keith said with a cute squeak, rocking harder.

“Are you okay? Didn’t that hurt?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Wha-what?”

“It doesn’t, matter!” Keith raised his voice, leaning forward as if to push Trey over. His little paws gripped Trey’s chest tight, and then he raised his behind and slammed it down hard enough to make a resounding slap. He looked back to see whether he was positioned correctly, but kicked off at full speed regardless, squeaking and whining with hypnotic bliss as he fucked himself on the Pikachu’s dick with erratic rhythm.

Now he was burning. Whatever he was feeling, he truly couldn’t stop bouncing, straining himself to a point where he wasn’t even breathing right. His body was going numb, tightening and squeezing wherever possible. All the sound he made were the wet slaps of his forceful sex and the desperate squeaks of breath that escaped him.

As for trey, it was all too much for him. He was already on the verge of a surprisingly early orgasm, he felt so anyway. But with Keith riding him so heavily, that hefty, waterlogged gut slapping down on him to suck all that cum out of him, it wasn’t long before he was giving in. With a low groan of gradually increasing volume, the Pikachu felt his dick heat up and bulge, and even with him holding back with all his strength, it leaked a boiling hot rope of semen, loosening the dam for the rest of his load.

“Keith!” Trey growled, kicking himself forward. He embraced the Pichu in a messy cuddle and pressed their lips together, burying himself into his partner in every way possible. He pulled Keith’s head back so that they could kiss on the lips properly, curling his lower body so that he was also pulling the Pichu down balls deep. One there, his paws cradled Keith’s back, making shaky attempts to rub and sooth.

All that time, thick, plentiful jets of cum fired away into Keith’s stuffed rear, immediately occupying what little space there was and being forced deeper into him. Each gush pushed the former into the furthest recesses of his bowels, quickly filling him up and forcing his tummy to bloat out. Before long, all that dick was surrounded by was sticky, liquid heat, and still more was coming, so much at once that the Pichu’s gut was visibly expanding by the second. The spurts were like loud gushes of water pumping into him, and he loved every second of it.

Keith soon managed to break free of Trey’s passionate embrace, drunk on orgasm and stiff from holding so much. He was so full he felt like he could pop and leak at any second, his wobbly belly creaking and gurgling. He felt too heavy to lift himself up and his paws couldn’t reach each other, let alone his feet, all because of how much his belly had expanded. In fact, even with this hazy view, he could’ve sworn his hands were sinking into rolls of jiggly fat, like his whole body had been made into a liquid filled bubble.

“Whoa, you came a lot,” Trey said, keeping him awake.

He wanted to tip his head back and relax, but tipped it forward, feeling like he heard wrong. But his ears weren’t deceiving him. They had shared an orgasm without him even realising. The Pichu had made a mess of Trey’s front, firing so much semen that it was still dripping from the Pikachu’s sides, staining his chest and belly. Trey had a goofy smile on his face despite the obvious consequences of that, and he blushed. However, just the realisation that he’d cum that much brought out a major alarm bell in his mind.

He needed to pee. And now.

If code red was what he was feeling earlier, then this was code black. Or maybe he was just drained of strength from their mating. Either way, he was putting his all into holding it in, but he could still feel it leaking from him. Any second now he was going to pee everywhere whether he wanted to or not, and all he could do to warn that was a violent shiver.

“Trey I’m sorry I can’t hold anymore!” he squealed, scrunching himself up into a ball.

“Quick, inside!” Trey said, leaning back into the chair. Although desperate, Keith blinked at him in shock. “What’re you waiting for? Hurry up, pee in me!”

Pushing the Pikachu into the back of the chair again, Keith hugged up against his partner and forced himself into the Pikachu’s behind. He was so desperate he wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten the act right, but his member was so wet that it didn’t have any issue entering anyway. And he was right to be this impatient too, as the moment he was in, he felt that dam burst and a forceful stream of urine gushed from him.

Trey went as quiet as he could, but even he couldn’t help but blush hotly while his face contorted. In all of their acts, he had never been pissed inside of this way, but right here and now, it felt right. He shivered from the liquid heat pooling up inside him, starting to breath unsteadily. All he could think about was how Keith looked, a newfound look of bliss plastered all over the Pichu’s face.

What took him by surprise was how much pee there was. Before long, he was unable to hold in a groan of effort. All that piss that had half bloated up the Pichu so much was literally transferring into him, causing his stomach to distend upward and outwards to both sides, again at a rate so fast they could literally see it expanding and jiggling. He laid a hand upon its growing tautness and groaned at its warmth, turned on to a new high by the reality of such a fantasy.

No wonder Keith liked getting peed in like this. Never before had he felt so full and so hot at the same time, and all by something that gave his tummy a truly hypnotising, sloshy jiggle. It didn’t hurt or even burn, it just made him felt very hot inside, hot and satisfied. Once Keith was done, he carefully collapsed onto that inflated belly, letting out a relieved sigh. He didn’t care about the cum stains.

“Keith,” Trey said again. There was no response, so he shook the Pichu with a free paw.

“Trey…?”

“Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

Keith looked up at him, and then his eyes began to water. “I’m sorry, Trey… I just… I really thought you just wanted to do it, and then I couldn’t hold it, and—”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. To be honest, that there worked out okay,” he said, looking away with a blush. “I, uh, get why you like me doing this to you, now.”

“H-huh?” Keith replied, now gawking.

“But I mean, telling me it doesn’t matter. It does matter. You matter when we’re doing it.”

“But I thought… you just wanted some relief, didn’t you?”

“I thought you wanted relief. I didn’t want to hurt you or anything, but then it looked like you were forcing yourself. Sorry I came so quickly and stuff.”

“Wait, why is that? I’m so confused.”

Trey tried to sit up, but the sudden loosening in his passage made him think twice. If Keith pulled out now, he might leak. Spoiling the cushion wasn’t his concern – he just didn’t want to lose this filled feeling now. So he turned to his side so that the duo were face to face instead.

“You know I love you, right? When we—”

“Wha-what?” Keith gasped, going bright red. There was a pause.

“… Is that surprising?” he asked slowly. “I honestly thought we’d already established – oh god, Keith, did you not know how much you mean to me?”

“I thought… we were just mates… and that you only really wanted me for sex. I didn’t think we were… together together, even though I wanted us to be.”

There was another pause, and then Trey brought Keith as close as he could, cradling him. “I’m so sorry, Keith. I had no idea you were so troubled by this… I must have been so into my training that I stopped showing you how much you mean to me. But honestly, from the bottom of my heart, I really do love you.”

“Trey…”

“I didn’t want us mating to seem like me just using you. It’s not good if you don’t feel good, too. I don’t want you to force yourself to try and pleasure me like you did today. That… that actually hurt me. “

“… Do you really mean that?”

“I can’t stress this enough,” Trey said. “… Hey, you know I’m free now, though. I don’t have to do that training anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s why you got the ticket…”

“Maybe we should spend some more time together. Not just as at night like this. But you know, during the day, together.”

“But first, we need to get out of the cinema,” Keith said hazily, half asleep.

“Yeah. That’s a good first plan,” Trey said with a smile, bringing him closer. His inflated tummy made that a bit difficult, but he didn’t care. The bellies of the two inflated chus were pressed together, but they cuddled like that anyway, just enjoying each other.