Bulbasaur's Vengeance by Sad Mudokon Description: Bulbasaur has been one-upped by Pikachu for the last time, and decicides to reap his vengeance; the worst way he can... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning: This is a lemon. Generally, if you are here, you are most likely either over 18, hopelessly lost, or a sick little puppy. This story is about nonconsentual sex between two Pokemon. It contains violence, rape, and Pikachu getting the crap beaten out of him a few times. Don' say I dinna warn ye. It is also my first lemon. So be gentle, please! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Bulbasaur, I choose you!" With a queer, baroque screaming, the inky blackness sliced open, fading under the a blazing spear of light as Bulbasaur erupted from the humming pokeball, a snarl twisting his features. Leaflets shuddering in rage, Bulbasaur threw open his mouth, and, eyes red, howled a "Bulbasaur!" of challenge to his enemy, the- - Onyx, towering twenty feet above him. "...s-saur..." Soulless black eyes stared down, and the Onyx sneered. The proverbial other shoe fell. Bulbasaur felt suddenly sick, his insides twisting in dismay. Each black, diamond like chink of the Onyx's body was flawless, sheer black armor of unparalelled sheen; flashing light caught his sight. Bulbasaur could see himself in the harsh facets, he was cowering- no! He would cower to nothing! he was a 'Saur, greatest of the plant Pokemon! No moving rock would take him down! "Saur!!" Legs pumping frantically, Bulbasaur charged. The Onyx burbled warningly. "Bulbasaur! Razor Leaf!" Bulbasaur ground his teeth. Sometimes Ash could be denser than- than, an Onyx. Sighing, Bulbasaur relaxed his leaves. Bulb shuddering, Bulbasaur howled and, grunting, let fly with a flurry of woody green blades. Onyx's shiny black armor suddenly became considerably less so, and, eyes crushed closed, Onyx roared. "Bulbasaur! Another Razor Leaf!" "Saur!" Bulbasaur gathered himself again, facing the shaking Onyx. Growling, Bulbasaur inhaled, and, straining, brought his magazine of vegitarian missiles to bear. A second too late, Bulbasaur heard a dank swish. A two foot wide section of living rock smashed into Bulbasaur's face, and Bulbasaur flew half an Onyx-length, flipping several times and faceplanting in a rising cloud of dust on the cavern floor. "Oh! Bulbasaur!" Bulbasaur thrust a shaking claw under himself, and started to haul himself up. Coughing, he cracked open reddened eyes to the quaking Onyx. He would not stop. He would not back down. Ash would see just what kind of a warrior he had received so long ago at the Pokemon health spa. He would show them all. Out of the corner of his eye, Bulbasaur caught a movement. Ash had something in his hand- Bulbasaur gasped, struggling up. No! No! "Bulbasaur, return!" No! Bulbasaur howled "BulBA!" Red light wrapped around him, and the air filled with a queer, baroque screaming. No! It wasn't fair! This was HIS battle! Body twisting in the pokeball's grip, Bulbasaur flung out a desperate vine whip, grasping desperately at the retreating world. The last thing he heard before the black nothingness of the Pokeball engulfed him was Ash's high, whiny voice screaming "Pikachu, go..." "GROARrrrr!!" With a pathetic gargling, Onyx's huge head slammed into the hard floor, eyes unfocused and dazed. Chunk by groaning chunk, Onyx collapsed, and did not rise again. "Yay, we did it!" Grinning (inanely), Ash threw himself into a pirouette, flashing an ecstatic victory sign in... victory. "PikaAAah." Pikachu reeled weakly. Ash watched, confused; Pikachu pulled a piroette as perfect as Ash's, and slammed into the dirt with a thin, wavering "Pikaaaa..." tail kinked over his flattened ears. "Oh! Hey Pikachu, what's wrong with you?" Ash knelt down before Pikachu's prostrate form, running a hand through his fur. Pikachu only twitched his ear and groaned an exhausted "chuUu..." "Pikachu put out his all in the battle, Ash." Brock said, looking over Ash's shoulder. "Pikachu is an electric Pokemon; it was inevitable that it would get the crap beaten out of it by such a strong rock Pokemon." Ash looked up, consternation twisting his features. "Oh. I guess I forgot." "Remember, an electric attack doesn't effect rock Pokemon. Remember when you fought my Onyx? Although my Onyx was a lot more powerful than a wild Onyx..." Brock shook his head. "And when you think about it; Onyx is the longest, densest Pokemon we know of so far- and Pikachu, for all his experience in battle, is still just a little lightning rat. I'm surprised he didn't lose to such a strong Pokemon. He was lucky he didn't get his ass KO'ed ..." Ash looked up, angry. "Ahhw! Luck had nothing to do with it! Pikachu won by heart alone..." Ash, Brock and Misty walked on, fuming and arguing (as usual). Ash, cradling a shuddering Pikachu, was so busy fending off Misty's verbal assault that he never noticed the slight, repetitive, angry rocking of the sullen red pokeball at his belt... Ash smiled at the idyllic sylvan setting. The sun sent soft sheets of filtered green light through the soft leaf cover. Vibrant grass marked the edge of their meadow resting place. Ash sighed happily, and reached out to rub Pikachu's soft, staticy fur. Ash's questing hand grasped unregistering for a long moment, before Ash turned, confused, to peer at the portion of flattened grass where Pikachu had been resting peacefully. Pikachu was trodding slowly across the springy grass, towards the sapling girt edge of the forest. "Pikachu! Where are you going?" Ash looked up, to see Pikachu turn to look at him. "Pika!" Pikachu stated happily, if tiredly, making holding and eating motions with his small, stubby hands. "I think Pikachu wants one of those apples from the tree we passed a little while ago. Don't worry, Ash, it's not that far away." Brock shrugged, contemplating. "You know Ash, Pikachu should have a few apples; a varied diet is important to a Pokemon. A Pokemon shouldn't eat Pokemon Chow all the time, no matter how much care is put into making it..." Ash nodded, turning to Pikachu. "Be careful, Pikachu. Remember, you're not up to full strength yet. Look out for other Pokemon, you're so weak y ou might not be able to stand up to an attacker like you always do..." Pikachu looked slightly miffed, but nodded an acnowledging "Pika," And bounded joyfully through the taller grass, tail springing and bobbing. A small flight of Pidgeys fluttered into the sky as Ash waved happily to Pikachu's retreating tail. Rock. Bump. Rock. Rock. Bump. The meditative, hypnotic rustle of the feathered grass muffled the crunching sound of the dirt rasping against the rocking pokeball. A barely noticed flash of light erupted briefly from the Pokeball, and Bulbasaur tumbled to the hard soil. Rubbing his head joyously against the silty earth, Bulbasaur reveled briefly in his freedom. Rising on dusty claws, Bulbasaur quickly surveyed the surroundings, and, freedom undetected, slipped into the soft grassy border of the forest. Following the heady smell of overripe apples. The old apple tree loomed high, rough bark perfect for little Pikachu claws and apples gleaming maddeningly. Pikachu gazed up at the pale fleshed fruit, tail high and twitching. A sudden flare of sunlight lit the grandeur of the apple tree. Pikachu pressed his cheek against the sun warmed bark, and, digging his claws into the fiberous runnels in the old bark, began to pull himself up the tree. Foot by foot, he ascended the rough bark, and, grunting "chu", pulled himself into the crown. Nails scrabbling against the old wood, Pikachu ran along a thick limb, towards the clump of shining green leaves. Emerging into green and light, Pikachu stared at the perfect red and yellow apple dangling enticingly in front of him, nestled among a bright green bower, scant inches away. Almost tasting it, Pikachu reached out for the apple. Eluding his grasp, the apple swayed in the branches, just out of reach. "Kachu- Pi. Pikapika."Ears waggling, Pikachu stared at the sunlit apple. Firmly wrapping his kinked tail around the supple limb, Pikachu reached out again. The stem gave way under sharp little talons. Beaming, Pikachu held the sun warmed apple against his fur; Pressing his face against the smooth fruit, Pikachu let his eyes close and smiled peacefully. Bulbasaur stared malevolently at Pikachu's furry yellow body. He ground his teeth in hate, entire body tense and mind buzzing blackly. Every muscle twitched and shuddered as he gathered himself. Nearly crying with gleeful, hateful anticipation, Bulbasaur narrowed his eyes, harsh, burning thoughts, images of hate and carnage flashing across the beautiful rage flowing through every vein, burning every neuron. He would hear Pikachu scream, taste his blood, and reap his vengeance on Pikachu's struggling, crying body. Muscles exploding, Bulbasaur threw himself at Pikachu. Pikachu's ear twitched once, idly, as Bulbasaur bore down on him. "pikaaAAAHH!!" Pikachu screamed as he was smashed from behind. He flailed desperately, flying out of the tree. Cartwheeling, Pikachu fell, slamming forcefully into the grassy earth. His apple bounced several times, coming to rest under a bush. Rising on shaking legs, Pikachu, dazed and battered, gazed upwards at the indistinguishable, malevolent form in the canopy, staring down at him with bared teeth. Pikachu drew back in confusion as Bulbasaur descended, rappeling out of the canopy with his vine whips. Daintily, he set claws to the earth, and waited, smiling, eyes blazing with an unholy light. Pikachu cocked his head, confused. Feet quiet on the grasses, Pikachu padded forward, until the two Pokemon were almost touching. "-Pika?"Bulbasaur didn't move. Pikachu felt his fur rise at Bulbasaur's expression. Suddenly, he really didn't want to be there. Backing away, Pikachu suddenly flattened his ears. He started a low, whistling whine in the back of his throat. "Piiiiiiii..." Bulbasaur 's bulb began to quiver slightly. His face screwed up in concentration, eyes narrowing and mouth cracking open. "Bul-ba..." Small green thornlets began to push themselves out of Bulbasaur's leafy back. "...SAUR!!" Suddenly bristling with a full compliment of razor leaves, Bulbasaur howled, firing. "PIKAA!!" Throwing himself into an agility maneuver, Pikachu ran. Razor leaves half buried themselves in the ground all around him with little pilth, pilth noises. Legs flashing, Pikachu fled, into the forest: away from his apparently insane assailant, toward Ash. Laughing manically, Bulbasaur struck. A vine whip snapped out, catching Pikachu across the knees. Pikachu gasped, flipping violently several times. Digging runnels in the sod, Pikachu scrambled to get up. Bulbasaur slammed him in the ribs with a head butt. Pikachu swung around, teeth bared, all training forgotten. Shaking, he stood his ground as a laughing Bulbasaur charged into a flying tackle. Pikachu seized Bulbasaur by the shoulder as they struggled, biting deep with his miniscule fangs. "BulbAA!!" Screaming, Bulbasaur ripped him off, holding his struggling body wrapped tight in his straining vine whips. Bulbasaur lifted his enemy, and, screaming in rage, smashed his struggling body against the bole of the rough old tree. Triumphant, he dragged and hauled Pikachu into the open, away from the tree or any other obstruction, away from distractions. Pikachu spit, coughing out spatters of blood and saliva as he panted, straining against Bulbasaur's captivation. Grinning wickedly, Bulbasaur grunted, thrusting downwards; the force propelled him into the air, as he brutally smashed Pikachu, back first, into the hard, grassy earth. Pikachu was very still for a moment. Tail limp and head fallen to one side, he just lay there. One limp foot twitched several times. One large, damp tear threaded it's way from his shuttered eye, trickling through the soft fur of Pikachu's face. Spread and prostrate, Pikachu began to keen slightly, a high, reedy whine tickling from the back of his throat. Smiling, Bulbasaur stepped forward; he traced the wet path with his eyes, watching as it slid downwards across Pikachu's face, trembling on Pikachu's thin lip; gasping softly, Pikachu opened his mouth slightly and sucked it in. Fur soft on his face, Bulbasaur rubbed his muzzle across Pikachu's cheek, spreading the saline trail over Pikachu's face. Reveling in his power, Bulbasaur laid his head on Pikachu's chest, listening to his breathing. The fur caressed his chin, rippling across his skin, soft and silky. Ecstatic, he rubbed his head on Pikachu's stomach, reveling in the soft, satiny touch, humming gently. He smiled as he felt himself tighten, harden; shifting closer, he began rubbing his hardened body across Pikachu's silky pelt. Fluttering eyes shuttered open, slowly, then suddenly snapped open in shock as Bulbasaur rubbed intimately against him. Spasming, Pikachu kicked Bulbasaur in the neck, hard. "Bahhh!!" Coughing painfully, Bulbasaur reeled back, gargling slightly. Helpless, Pikachu struggled, his legs kicking, toes spread and arms bound tightly. Breath blowing deeply, Bulbasaur began to moan deeply in the back of his throat. Growling, he lifted the struggling Pikachu over his head, holding it firmly harshly, his body braced, legs spread and tense. Suddenly howling, he smashed Pikachu down before him, crushing his furred chest into the earth. Hard, he felt his body vibrate, hate, randiness and power screaming in his head. Tense vines suddenly snapped back. Holding Pikachu, he maneuvered, unmoving; Pulling Pikachu towards him, he maneuvered Pikachu before him; the tip of Pikachu's tail just tickling his nose. Suddenly, harshly, powerfully, he tightened, pulled and mounted, shoving Pikachu's tail high over his head,. Hard, he thrust himself forward; Pikachu's eyes flashed open in panic, and he screamed as he felt Bulbasaur push harshly against him. Rubbing his hardened erection against Pikachu's silky fur, he searched, then suddenly felt his hard, firm head find and caress the straining muscles as he pushed the very tip of his head into the tiny, clenched opening, feeling the spread of shivering muscles as he wiggled, positioned, and eyes hard with lust, slowly and agonizingly penetrate, feeling the straining lips slip over every wrinkle of his hardened body as he thrust, entering. Pikachu screamed as he felt himself spread; muscles straining, he felt himself pushed open, as the hard, burning head worm it's way inside him. Tightening his body in panic, he arched, thrusting back, his hips bumping sharply against Bulbasaur's thighs and his legs scrabbling desperately in the dirt. He screamed, eyes crushed closed, as he felt Bulbasaur fill him; horror filled as the hard, raping head dove into his body, shaft widening the further it slipped inside; sickening muscle contractions seemed to draw the hard head further in. His stretched, shuddering opening was at it's limit when the broad arch of Bulbasaur's hips pressed themselves into Pikachu's yellow pelt. Bulbasaur's thighs began to caress his rump, thrusting against his straining tail, as Bulbasaur clamped his forearms around Pikachu's body, arms curling around his hips and claws scraping as he began to pump rythmically, thrusting harshly against Pikachu's hips. Hair sifted down, torn out by Bulbasaur's sharp, scraping nails as they dug at his side, scratching angry red marks under his fur. Pikachu felt his own terrified erection scrape in the dirt as he was crushed under Bulbasaur's humping, straining body. Suddenly lubricated by an unexpected spray of sperm, Bulbasaur began to slide in and out of Pikachu's straining anus, bumping over every wrinkle in his foreskin. Pikachu began to cry out as he was shoved forward, calling at every thrusting hip contraction, at every time their hanging skin swung and bumped against each other. Ruthlessly thrusting himself on Pikachu's body, Bulbasaur pulled his vine whips as hard as he could, pulling Pikachu's entire struggling form under him. Pikachu's shuddering tail fell before his nose as his back arched so far he strained to touch the ground with his desperately scrabbling feet. Bulbasaur moaned, and, time near, pushed his full, throbbing length to the hilt into Pikachu, burying his shaft into the hard, clenching hole. Pikachu's screams of agony whipped him, and, moaning desperately, repetitively, Bulbasaur shifted his humping body, and raised his head to the sky above, eyes closed and mouth shuddering open, crushing Pikachu into the earth as he moved. A scream so high it couldn't be heard stretched Pikachu's mouth into a rictus of terror. Bulbasaur's cry of orgasm matched his terrified own as he felt Bulbasaur cum ruthlessly deep inside him; the dirt under his body suddenly turned to sticky mud, coating his fur as his own orgasm jerked his body, spraying the ground beneath him with his own seed. He screamed as he was thrust into the sperm muddied earth by the last, climaxing throes of Bulbasaur's lustful fury. Screaming, Pikachu felt his entire body gather hard, burning energies, and vent one last, screaming thunder shock into the climaxing body of his attacker, his rapist, the one being that had stolen his innocence. The power exploded; Bulbasaur flew off Pikachu's back, slamming to earth several feet away, knocking the wind from his lungs and the blood from his erection. Muscles spasming, Bulbasaur yowled in pain, struggling to rise on shocked, shuddering muscles. Howling, Pikachu lurched, tripping and scrambling, into the forest. Bulbasaur looked up, to see the grass sway back into place at Pikachu's passing. Feeling very stupid, Bulbasaur climbed to his feet. Suddenly realizing the full impact of what had happened, Bulbasaur froze, mind turmulous with warring emotions. Spent and aching, Bulbasaur padded into the forest, mind preoccupied, to find a place to wash. Inevitably, Pikachu slowed his mindless, headlong dash; exhausted, he couldn't keep up his frenzied pace, and slowed, limping, before eventually he stopped, panting, to sit down and die. At least, that was his intention; setting down to rest, he suddenly flies upwards, screaming in pain as his bleeding anus explodes in fiery agony. Crying miserably, he arches his back, screaming in pain, shame and horror. Shivering, hurt and alone, Pikachu begins crying like a child, bawling his pain and terror out into the forest with a miserable "Piiikaaaa-PIIII KAAAHH pIII, chuu chuUUHH!!" Ash. He had to get to Ash. Ash would help him- Pikachu shuddered in horror as he felt the sickening strings of stinking mud slid through the fine hairs of his pelt, dripping coldly across his flesh, down his chest and between his thighs to ooze down his small, short legs. Pikachu hugged himself miserably. How could he let Ash see him like this? Bruised, stained and stinking of sex, he couldn't let his friend see him, know what happened, what had happened to him. Calling out his pain and agony into the vaulting expanse of the huge, uncaring forest, Pikachu let his shocked, bruised, raped and exhausted body slowly sag to earth. Moaning, he rubbed his face in the soft grass, letting it wipe away the pain of his molestation; the blades just rubbed the slimy splatters into his skin. Shuddering in shame and loathing, He rubbed desperately at his fur, his little fingers combing through his sticky coat. Panicking, Pikachu opened his mouth and tried to lick his coat clean. Crying out in misery, Pikachu gagged at the tangy, salty, silty flavors coating his tongue. "Pika-PIII !!" Okay. Just think. Pikachu breathed deeply, slow, calming. Not thinking about his fur, the smell or the horr- the thing that just happened. Determinantly ignored the sliding liquid. Determinantly ignored the taste of sex and dirt on his tongue. Determinantly ignored the memory of Bulbasaur's hot, hard- breaking down, Pikachu began to cry, hot tears sliding down his cheeks. Weeping quietly, Pikachu followed the faint, ambient sound of flowing water. The air was thick with humidity, fluid with the gentle sound of water on polished stone. The sun warmed rocks shone with dampness, luminescent with the sheen of water over the imbeded quartz crumbs and fragments. Algae lapped quietly at the waterline, small stringy fingers grappling the eroded stones. The water appeared a multitude of flashing lights under the sun's rays, flinging flashing yellow and filtered green across the lapping waves. The thin breeze settled across the stream banks, stirring across the stones and teasing Pikachu's wet, sticky fur, syphoning away the scent of heat on the waving zephirs. Pikachu stared into the water's shifting surface, ears crained high and feet gripping tensely to the damp, slippery surface. The breeze teased across his back, his sides, flipping and furrowing his fur into gentle, caressing waves. Shifting, leaning down, Pikachu extended his arm and dipped his little fist into the water. It was warm, running over his hand gently. Pulling out, Pikachu let himself down, digging his fingers into the slick, weathered rock. Toes squelching gently in the edge of the streambed, Pikachu stepped out into the shallow edge, feeling the water tug gently at his fur. The water was warm, tepid and soft on his skin, seeping through the fur on his legs as he stood, adjusting to the balmy temperature. Sloshing, Pikachu waded further out into the stream, feeling the waves lap further and further up his fur. Shoulder deep, Pikachu turned away from the oncoming current, from the deep blue center of the stream, and let his eyes slide closed, breathing deeply. The water teased at his fur, loosening the gummy mud stuck spikes. Mud rose from his body, sifting into silt and away. His fur slowly freed, raising like a glowing halo around his body, small bubbles shining. Humming, he let his head slide under water, until only his quivering nostrils broke the surface. Time slowed to a humming crawl, heartbeat thrumming in his ears as he hung in meditative stilness in the liquid matrix. Pikachu felt his mind still; nearly sleeping, he let the water take away the pain of Bulbasaur's violation- Pikachu's eyes opened in shock as he felt himself grasped from below. His head was ripped underwater, shocking cold water pushing it's way down his nose. Bubbles thrust out of his mouth as he screamed, choking in terror. He felt his body gripped by the current- no, not the current, by the rough vine winding around his body like an Ekan's coils. Struggling, flailing, Pikachu felt his mind dull, his body screaming for air. Suddenly, his sopping head was thrust upwards, into air and light. Gasping, heaving, Pikachu coughed, vomiting water out of his burning lungs, as he hung half out of the water. "Pika-aaahh..." Voice hoarse, Pikachu opened his eyes, staring up into the red eyes of Bulbasaur. Held helpless in the water, Pikachu hung limply in Bulbasaur's caressing grip. Shrinking in fear, Pikachu tried to lean away, but he was held fast in Bulbasaur's viny coils. Eyes bright, Bulbasaur leaned forward. His hard, muscular chest rubbed against Pikachu's fur, leaning onto Pikachu's body. Pikachu felt his body vibrate from Bulbasaur's presence, from the feel of flesh against his fur. Crying, Pikachu struggled in Bulbasaur's grip. Ruthless, Pitiless, Bulbasaur lowered his vines. The water closed over Pikachu's head, leaking into his ears, filling his mouth and throat as Bulbasaur held him down. Limbs flailing, Pikachu clawed at Bulbasaur's chest, small fingers running over Bulbasaur's skin. Bulbasaur heaved, pulling Pikachu up as he sobbed. Pikachu cried in Bulbasaur's grip, stilling, unresisting. Holding him close, Bulbasaur stared unblinking into Pikachu's eyes. Speaking slowly and evenly, Bulbasaur began to talk, Pikachu's eyes widening in misery at the voice droning on. "I know why you're here. I know what you need to do. For Ash. Not to let Ash see you like that. Not to let Ash see what happened to you, what you have become. But contemplate this. When you return to your life, clean and purified, what are you going to tell Ash? What are you ging to say? Are you going to tell him? Are you going to tell him what happened? That I had you? That you were the bitch under me, squirming under me, crying under my body? What will Ash think of you then; when he finds out what you are, what you are to me? My whore. My little whore-" Leaning in close, Bulbasaur breathes his words into Pikachu's shuddering ear. "Think of this. Only think of this: Who will be Ash's new favorite? It might not be me, but it will change..." "Go ahead and return. But remember; while you stand there yellow and clean, remember: I took you. My sperm still swims inside of you, wiggling deep inside. But by all means, go. Tell Ash. Go ahead. Tell him. I am sure he will understand. I'm sure nothing will change. When he finds out what happened. Who was crying under who. Struggling under who. Taking the dick. His favorite Pokemon. What will you tell him? What will you tell.... " Suddenly pulling away, unwinding his vines, Bulbasaur let the weeping, crying Pikachu free, standing hip deep in the stream. Wailing, Pikachu fled, struggling away through the water, feet slipping over the smooth, round rocks, burning under the horrible, echoing sound of Bulbasaur's triumphant, echoing laughter ripping through the trees... "Pikachu's been gone a long time." Ash said, scanning the forest edge in worry. He fidgeted with his tea, finger tracing the rim of the cup with a subconscious, repetitive motion, mind churning. Brock looked up at his worried tone, nursing his coffee. He must admit he had been thinking the same thing. Pulling himself to his feet, he wandered to Ash's side, placing a concilidatory handon Ash's slumped shoulder. "Ash, he probably found somewhere confortable to curl up in. Pikachu is powerful enough to take care of himself-" Brock halts as Ash whips around, eyes blazing in panic. "But- but Pikachu was nearly wiped out by his last fight! He couldn't defend himself from anything! What if something happened to him-" Panicking, Ash sprang to his feet. Turning away from Brock, he faced the forest where Pikachu had dissapeared, and screamed "PIKACHUU!!" into the blank vegitation. Brock held Ash as he shook, looking at the forest in dismay. "Pika PIII!!" Pikachu charged through the grass. Unheeding of the harsh cuts crisscrossing his fur, he sprinted towards Ash, throwing himself into his arms. He wriggled in Ash's arms, burying his head in the soft folds of Ash's shirt, breathing in his scent and weeping with relief. Ash wrapped his arms around Pikachu's body, crushing his head in Pikachu's fur. The two held each other for a long moment, Brock and Misty looking on. The day wound on, the sun dipped into twilight, as the team set camp, lit a fire, and made ready for the night. As Ash lay in bed, one hand caressing Pikachu's fur, he turned suddenly, looking down, and ran a gentle hand over Pikachu's head. "I was worried about you, Pikachu. I guess I should have trusted you. You know how to take care of yourself. That's why I chose you, Pikachu. Nothing can touch you. You're so perfect." Turning, Ash stared down at Pikachu. The night was thick, concealed Pikachu's expression in the gloom. "Goodnight Pikachu. Sleep well. I hope you have good dreams... My perfect Pokemon..." slowly, Ash fell asleep. Pikachu lay curled under the weight of Ash's soft, sleeping hand. His eyes were very big, shining in the darkness. He bit down on his lip to crush the sobs wracking his body, hugging himself and wrapping his tail tight. Cheeks wet with tears of misery, Pikachu whispered "Pikapii..." into the uncaring darkness. Ash tightened his fingers, caressing Pikachu's coat tenderly. Crying, Pikachu nuzzling his head under Ash's hand. Closing his eyes, he slowly slipped off to sleep. The night was black and silent. Nobody was awake to hear the scraping sounds of claw on metal. Bulbasaur hummed to himself blissfully as he popped open his pokeball. As he felt the deep red light caress over his flesh, he couldn't help smiling. The memory of the day sent a shudder through his body. And that wouldn't be all. As the satiny darkness of the pokeball engulfed him, he smiled all the wider. That wouldn't be all. Not by a long shot... The end more to come... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Writing and working don't mix. Like I said, this is my first submitted lemon. It is concequently also my first Pokemon lemon. Mostly I like to write twisted little Oddworld lemons/fanfics for fun and therapy. If you have any comments, criticisms- call me up at my e-mail address, I NEED the feedback. sad_mudokon@hotmail.com If you have any flames, you are probably a nasty little monkey man with no sex life and way too much free time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~