“You won’t be able to cross that plain” everybody told him. The pichu made his way through the tall grass, which glimmered under the bright noon day sun. He wiped some light sweat off his brow. Everybody who tried to cross came back dazed, smeared with dirt and musky. Whenever the victims were questioned they fell silent. The topic changed to something else or the victims ignored any further digging.

Some said it was a powerful pokemon filled with ruthless aggression. Others wondered if it was a mere weak pokemon that had those beaten completely unwilling to admit to losing to an embarrassing foe like a magikarp on land or a skitty. Regardless of the rumors and stories, pichu went to cross the plain for there were very tender berries to be had on the other side of the field. With the grass rustling around him, he didn’t think he would have any trouble crossing the field. 

The reason was that pichu was rather different from the pokemon that normally attempted to cross the plain. Pichu was small and a bit plump instead of large,sculpted or bulky. Bright red orange cheek pouches that sparked every so often. Perky yellow ears tipped in black kept at attention. His eyes shone with curiosity and took in any changes to the surroundings. His hind feet ready to spring into action any moment.

He was sure that whatever beat up all those other Pokemon wouldn’t consider him a threat to be bothered about. Not unlike all the other strong and tough Pokemon that came before him and still stayed around for some reason. After all how could a pichu like him be any sort of trouble that another pokemon would want to get involved in?

The snap of a twig brought pichu to the reality of footsteps casually approaching. The pattern was too irregular to the pichu’s ears. So it couldn’t be a single Pokemon. Maybe it was a group that was responsible for all those dazed Pokemon? He had heard it was always a single pokemon each time that got beaten up. Then again wouldn’t those same pokemon had warned others if that was the case?

In which case pichu didn’t try to run. Whoever was approaching probably be able to box him in. It would be better to see what he would be dealing with. 

“Well well what have we here bro?” The thicket parted to reveal a Plusle, bright eyes shining with violence. From red cheek pouches marked with a plus sign came dancing sparks  

“Looks like some other sucker that thinks he can pass by our place. “ A minun said, fist punching into his other palm. A smile promising pain beamed on his face. A tail shaped like a minus sign buzzed with anticipation.

“Guess we have to teach him like all the rest what happens when you try to butt into our place.” Plusle said, both the cheering pokemon, brothers had their ears tilted as if stalking their prey.

Pichu's breath caught in his throat. His chest tightened as his cheek pouches flushed. These electric types, brothers from the sound of it seemed to be the ones stopping anybody from making their way to the other side of the field. But there was another reason besides pichu’s realization of who was responsible for nobody crossing this field for his reaction. 

He was witnessing the twin electric types in all their glory. Both of their bodies were in the prime of health. Which wasn’t a surprise if they had taken down all the other Pokemon who were bigger and stronger than those two were. 

Their supple limbs, pale yellow bulges do with the results of countless training and victories. Their wicked teeth shone with mischief and a lust for violence. 

But what grabbed pichu’s eyes was their very exposed male hoods. Plusle was straight out flashing the tiny mouse with hands on hips. As if he was daring the youngest of the pikachu line to comment. Both little plusle and minun were just shy of peeking out of their sheaths. The air starting to fill with their scent from the sun’s heat. Pichu’s nose twitched and then he could tell the pair were quite virile and very experienced. They couldn’t have… pichu started to think. 

A very uncomfortable explanation for the smell of the other defeated pokemon distracted him. One moment they were some distance in front of him. Then in a blur of yellow,red and blue they were right beside pichu. Their bodies ground against his and then pichu felt his nerves sizzle with a foreign but familiar feeling.

An electric attack but it was unusual in that he could actually feel it. Furthermore he could feel his limbs becoming numb. He could feel the pair man-handling his body. However he couldn’t move his arms or legs with any sort of control at all. 

I can’t move, but how? Everybody knew that electric types couldn’t get paralyzed. 

“Always dig the look on their face when they try and figure this out.” Plusle smacked pichu on the cheek. He fell back where his belly met a knee coming from the other side.

Pichu choked as his wind left him and his body bent over by the force of the minun’s cheap shot and toned arm. “Funny thing, between my bro’s plus and my minus.” Minun knuckled the top of pichu’s head, mussing up his fur and causing heated chafing. 

A smack on both of pichu’s ass cheeks had it burning. Once from the familiar sensation of getting his ass whipped in the literal sense. But then there was the feel of electric current foreign to him that felt the full force of. It caused his butt to twitch as those volts sent his nerves and muscles spamming. From the plus and minus pokemon’s point of view, it was like pichu was begging them to stuff his hole like the horny slut that he was. 

In any case now that pichu was down, it was much easier for both of the brothers to get down and really start pummeling pichu. With fists, body slams and the occasional kick, pichu was nothing more than a puppet being pulled along by the strings of pain and force. All pichu could do was flop around and endure the punishment, only small cries of pain got through the paralysis making him totally helpless under the two rough electric types assault.

But plusle and minun didn’t just resort to just physically beating pichu up. Sometimes they charged their strikes with electricity. While normally it was just an unpleasant tingle left behind the dull throb of each blow. When both of the brothers were in contact with pichu’s prone helpless body at the same time. Their natural electric current surged through their bodies or more specifically coursed through the nerves of pichu. 

His body spasmed randomly under their jolts. The muscles cut off from pichu’s control could only accept the electric shocks sent by plusle and minun. Blood rushed and tissued tensed from stimulation from outside of pichu’s control. Especially one certain part of pichu’s body.

“Looks like we got ourselves a real slut here bro.” Plusle sniggered ,pointing to pichu’s cock. It had swollen slightly out of its protective shell of bright yellow fur. The constant electric attacks arousing pichu in spite of all the pain he had heaped on him. Then again the continuous twitching it had could say something about pichu’s real feelings in the matter. 

“We both know happens to sluts around here.” Minun pausing in pichu’s beat down, grabbing his own semi hard dicklet. His boyhood bright pink under the warm sunlight. 

“We fuck them” Plusle smacked pichu on the ass. The electric type with the red cheeks rubbing his cock against pichu’s but cleft. 
 
Weren’t you doing that already? Pichu thought until he was cut off by having minun’s dick shoved in his mouth. Pichu’s jaw was spread by the sheer muscular strength of minun’s dick. The scent of the rough tough strong cheering pokemon making pichu even more dizzy. 

Now besides the continued beating of pichu for the improving morale of the cheering pokemon. The brother’s cocks came into play rubbing all over, smearing the tiny mouse pokemon all over in their musk. Their roughhousing of pichu changed from solely punching and kicking to add grabbing and pinching as well.

Pichu was trapped in a swell of sensations, going from pleasure to pain in the space of seconds. Every time his paralysis wore off enough that he could barely struggle. Both plusle and minun zapped him again. Slammed between them and their current, little pichu twitched and jumped regardless of its owner’s wishes. 

“What a slut” Minun sniggered in the middle of skull fucking pichu.

“We get a lot of those around here” Plusle said smearing pre all over pichu’s tail all while pulling it straight. 

The air in the clearing began to be tinted with sweat and dust. It was a scene of utter humiliation. Pichu battered and bruised was stuck between the pair of cheering Pokemon. Spitroasted by plusle and minun dick, he lost what little ability he had to resist this treatment.

Instead of whimpers of pain, what came out of the tiny mouse pokemon's pre smeared mouth was moans of desire. His cum covered body was weak and bruised, dark spots colored his once bright yellow fur. Yet in spite of the pain, in spite of the humiliation, in spite of the molestation. There was still something of desire in his defeated expression.

“Well that was a nice change” Plusle dusted his hands off. “Beating up somebody who knows their place.”
 
Pichu’s chest met the ground, his butt raised high in the air. It was guided their courtesy of prodding by minun's hind foot. The cream furred limb poking pichu in the tummy until the tiny mouse got the hint. “I think he likes it, certainly moaned harder than everybody else” Minun said

Even throughout all the molestation and outright violence, both physical and sexual. Pichu still had one thing his dignity could cling to. He hadn’t cummed in full view of the bullying cheering Pokemon brothers. In spite of the moaning, the craving of their touch, the stars that danced in pichu’s eyes that came from their current flowing through his nerves. He still didn't cum, that one sign of being completely and utterly dominated.

The cheering pokemon weren’t going to let him have even that. Minun’s foot inched over the underside of pichu’s pink dick. “Ah.. no.. please” Pichu said even as he was flipped over to his back by a kick to the side. 

“Losers like you don’t get to say anything.” Plusle said foot on pichu’s chest keeping him down. The red and cream colored electric type leaned his weight on his knee. The pressure between pichu’s ribs ribs had him raising his hips. His cock grinding straight into minun’s waiting flexing foot. 

“So give up and cum!” Minun gave one good flick of his toes sending pichu to arch his back in sheer ecstasy against the force against his chest.. With a wild cry, Pichu spilled his balls all over his chest and the ground. Collapsing back to the ground, the tiny mouse just added more clouds of steam to the already overheated air. The world spun around and around with no signs of stopping at all. His mind frozen in that eternal moment where he gave up all control, becoming a worthless toy that got used how plusle and minun wanted. 

His chest fur was grabbed and pichu hung limply from plusle’s grip. Given a kick on the rump by minun, he stumbled away from the pair. Followed by their piercing laughter, pichu swayed as if he had eaten berries that had been on the vine too long. His legs were all askew in their steps, his fur was stained white all over his body. That bright yellow fur marred and matted from where grabby hands pulled and twisted. Pichu’s eyes couldn’t focus on the path, head tilted from angle to angle. 

He was beaten like all the rest. Another pokemon to join the ranks of those humiliated and utterly used by the plusle and minun brothers. There would be more but for pichu, drenched in sweat, aches and cum it wouldn’t be the the last time.