I would write more but...then it wouldn't be Gaia ok.
Heheheheh.
Pokemon aren't pets. They are people. They have feelings and desires, likes and dislikes. Ash understood this. Ash considered himself an open minded person.
But this wasn't right.
The soft brush of fur against his bare skin made his shudder and stopped his breath in his throat. His reaction had begun when puberty was in full swing. It was girls that filed his dreams, or even boys. It was something far stranger, and the touch of fur on his skin showed it. Pikachu noticed. Pikachu knew. Pikachu....
Pokemon are people, and can be just as confusing and hard to understand.
That small, pink, sand paper tongue trailing down his chest. His hands and feet bound by Bulbasaur's vine whip, his hat pulled down to cover his eyes, Ash was helpless.
Pikachu's teeth tugged at the elastic band around his fresh pair of underwear, and Ash gave in. He couldn't struggle against them. Bulbasaur licked his ear softly as Pikachu pulled the elastic free from his form.
The soft pink nose brushed down Ash's pelvis, drawing an erection from the 17 year old. He could barely breath, his chest laboring under his Pokemon's assault. Two more vines from Bulbasaur slipped between Ash's legs and forced them farther apart, spread wide in the warm air. They were behind Professor Oak's stables in the hot summer. Anyone could walk in on them at any moment.
The rest is a blur.
