It was a nice Saturday, which meant the kindergarten was closed for the day. Sparks loves coming here when the kids aren't around, because they're usually too rough when playing with them. When he's alone he has full access to the toys.


How does he get in though, if it's locked?


Actually, he put on his briefs today, and stuffed in them was a notepad and the key to the emergency back door that he'd taken from the flower garden. He went to the emergency door, jumped up onto the knob, put the key in, and let himself inside.


Another Pichu, a girl, witnessed his break-in. This Pichu has a similar pair of goggles and scarf as Sparks, but hers were pink. She was also wearing pink panties, and her right ear had three tufts of fur out of place. She pulled a piece of paper out of her scarf and unfolded it. She glanced back and forth at it and the intruder.


The intruder who had left the door open…


—


Inside the classroom, Sparks dug into the toy box. Bouncy balls were more fun than square blocks. Sometimes he'd upskirt the dresses on the girls' dolls.


"Ah! Found it!"


He took out a box of crayons from the bottom of the box. The crayons were of various levels of use, in particular the yellow one was almost gone. Nonetheless he peeled the last of the paper off it, and pulled his sketchpad out of his underwear.


Sparks loves to draw. He often carries a journal of pictures and shows it off to his friends. And some pictures he'd even rip out and hang on the corkboard for the students to see, though they would always be gone by the next time he came around.


Humming to himself, he took the pink crayon out of the box—the second most used and not just because of him—and drew pink crotchless panties on the fat bottom of a Pichu. He snickered as his own pervertedness, then glanced back in thought of what else to add to the picture when something moved in the corner of his eye.


It was Pichu just like him. No, this was a girl. In fact she looked awfully familiar… Sparks glanced back at his new drawing, then at the chu girl who was also looking between him and a piece of paper she was holding. Sure enough, she had the same three spikes on her ear.


"S-S-Sparkette?" Sparks asked.


"Is this you?" Her voice was heavenly. She turned the paper around. It was one of Sparks's crayon drawings of himself, looking back at the viewer and spanking his own butt.


Sparks couldn't believe his eyes and ears. This couldn't be real! The girl of his literal dreams, his genderbent counterpart that he originally thought up for fun, was right in front of him!


"Oh, silly me for asking. Of course it is." She giggled cutely. "So what's your name, cutiechu?"


Sparks stood up and bowed. His face was red and he stammered his words, speaking very quickly. "I-I-I'm Sparks. S-Sparks Pichu! I like cookies and pranks and drawing a—"


"You're cute when you're embarrassed."


Sparks face-faulted.


The girl Pichu bowed too. "And I'm Sparkette. But apparently you knew that. How?"


Sparks turned his gaze away. *Arceus, she's so cute! Even cuter than Yarn and Vel combined!*


Sparkette also turned her gaze away. "Well, since we're both here… wanna play together? I've been feeling *lonely*." She pouted.


Sparks beamed and enthusiastically nodded. Sparkette took this as a yes and dug into the toy box herself, wagging her tail as she did so. This caught all of Sparks's attention. He couldn't help but stare and imagine the softness underneath those pink panties. He'd fantasized about it for years and now it was just a foot away under a thin layer of cloth.


Sparks then noticed the teepee forming in his own underwear. He quickly grabbed a ball he was playing with earlier, making sure to put it between her view and his underwear. "Hey, uh, wanna play ball?"


"Sure!" Sparkette climbed out of the toy box.


The two had a wonderful time playing together with the toys, though they may have knocked some things over with the ball and the tic-tac-toe kit was missing an O. They even played hide-and-seek.


Sparks got surprisingly into playing dollhouse with her, when before he only cared about looking up the dolls' dresses.


"Girls, don't fight over me," Sparks said, shaking the boy doll. "I just don't know who to pick yet."


Sparkette had one of her dolls kick the other, and dropped it. Then she took the shirt off the "winner" and had it hug Sparks's doll. She said, "Yuji-senpai, pick me!"


"Romi," Sparks said, turning 'Yuji' away from 'Romi.' "Why did you kick Kana? She was your friend?"


"Because…" Sparkette's voice cracked and she pretended to cry. She was really good at these voices. "Because I need you really really badly!"


Sparkette grabbed Sparks's free hand. He looked directly at her, blushing hard.


"Romi?"


"Sparks!" Sparkette's face was red as a beet. She let go of the doll and caressed his face. "I… I need your help."


"Huh!? W-what's wrong?"


"I… I feel hot!"


"What?" Sparks said in surprise. "Bu-but it's not hot in here"


"Not in here," Sparkette moaned. "Here!" She pressed one of her paws against her panties and it left a damp spot.


Sparks's ears turned red and his eyes widened. *Is this really happening?*


"Why is it so wet?" Tears were starting to well up. "It's been like this since I saw you. I followed you in because I thought another Pichu would know what to do."


Sparks's ears erupted steam. Oh yes, Sparks. This was happening. "I–Yeah, I know what to do! There's another game I know for cooling down girls. But to play, you have to take off your underwear." Sparks felt his own briefs get really tight as he was talking. "Can…can you do that for me?"


Sparkette sat down and took her panties off. Her pussy was on full display now. She put one paw to her mouth. "So what now? I don't feel any cooler."


"I have to do it too." Sparks took his own underwear off revealing his full erection.


"Wh-what is that?"


"It's my cock, the male's tool of the trade! Go ahead, touch it. It won't bite."


Sparkette nervously fondled Sparks's penis. It felt surprisingly hard under a soft layer of skin, which raised further curiosity in the female chu. She patted and petted it as she slid her paw down to his furry sack underneath, rubbing them too.


Sparks moaned. *Holy... her touch is amazing,* Then he said aloud, "It'll be easier to do this if it's wet. Can you… lick it a little?"


Sparkette touched the tip with the tip of her tongue. Her nervousness and innocence was complimented by her gentle touch and apparent willingness to go along with anything. As she licked every inch of his dick, Sparks had to stop himself from jamming it in her mouth and cumming right there.


"Okay, okay. Stop!"


"Huh? But I was enjoying that," she said back in an almost whining tone .


*Arceus-DAMN she's so. Fucking. CUTE!* Sparks thought. He closed his eyes and said aloud, "But it won't help you. What you really need to do now…" he gulped, "is to flip over and lie on your belly."


Sparkette did so. "And now what?"


Sparks got behind her. "Now we play for real. Hold still." He held her hips, and holy wow her butt was just as soft as he had hoped. Then he aligned his penis with her folds and put it in.


Sparkette yelped in surprise when she felt something enter her there. "Sparks!? What are you—"


"—Doing? We're playing the game now. You'll really enjoy it, trust me!"


And with that, Sparks started moving in and out of her, getting into a rhythm. He even sang to himself as he did it.


"Ki-i ta-ka a-no uwaza wo? / Ki-ni na-ru so-no Pokémon!"


It was a fast-paced song about this celebrity Pichu, and Sparks's thrusting was similarly fast. Sparkette knew this song, and tried to sing along but kept getting broken up by her involuntary squeaks as Sparks thrusted.


"Soushite tandaAaAaa–I'm coming already!" Sparks broke his song to announce.


Sparkette barely had a moment to process when she felt her innards convulse and squeeze Sparks's dick. Sparks put his head down against her tail, nuzzling her backside as he came in her, and his cheeks crackled with electrical buildup.


"You feel amazing." Sparks said, still petting and hugging her behind. "Now was that fun or what?"


Sparkette groaned. "Amazing…"


Sparks was softening but.hadn't yet pulled out of her. "Well how do you feel now? Because you still feel a little heated to me"


"Mm-hmm."


Sparks hardened up again as if on command. He grinned widely at the chance to "play" more with his all but literal dream girl.


"Then let's play some more!"


—


Sparkette underestimated Sparks's incredible stamina and desire to play. By 20 minutes in, she had lost all feeling in her legs, and by 40 minutes in, her butt was incredibly sticky with cum. And yet it only seemed to turn on Sparks more as he would not stop groping her. His balls had drained but his boner refused to die.


After an hour, well after she had passed out, Sparks had also pulled out and fallen asleep.


Sparkette woke up first, making sure not to wake Sparks. Not that it would be easy. He was a loud snorer. Once she could do more than barely stand, she grabbed her panties and tiptoed out.


She either didn't realize or care that she was dripping cum.


Outside, Sparkette hopped the brick fence and ran down the hill to the riverbank below. Once there, she dug up a patch of loose dirt until she found a small box. She opened the box, revealing a small stack of papers inside.


All drawings, mostly of Pichu.


Sparkette added the picture of Sparks she had brought with her to the stack, then put her goggles, scarf, and panties in the box.


—


Sparks followed the cum trail out the door and over the fence. He tripped as he ran and rolled down the hill, until he hit a mound of upturned dirt.


He stood up, looking for more of the trail.


A Pawmi lifted his head out of the river, gasping for air. Sparks walked up to him


"Hey!" Sparks shouted at him. "Did you see another Pichu come by here? She was wearing a scarf like me!"


The Pawmi pointed to the right. "Down the bank, past the bridge!"


"Thank chu!" Sparks waved and ran off.


After he was gone, Pawmi swam to the shore and shook himself dry. He felt around his genitals, then sniffed his paw.


"Ugh. That smell is not coming out in one bath. But the test was an absolute success!"


He patted down the loose dirt a little more evenly. "I hope I don't have to do that as a girl anymore, but the fact that I can, and that I studied this test subject and so perfectly replicated his ideal girl from his art alone… I'm proud of myself!"


Pawmi smiled, then glowed in a blue-white light. His body was morphing. When the light faded, he was taller and a lighter orange, and he no longer felt unsteady on two legs.


He was a Pawmo now.


—


One year later


—


It had only been a week since Team Sparks was officially formed, but it was already time for a birthday. Sparks's, specifically. He invited Yarn and Nise over to his house. Yarn decorated a cake with sugar-frosted cookies (which Sparks didn't hesitate at all to pull off and eat). Nise had a different sort of present, though.


Sparks tore into the wrapping. It was a sketchbook, but one already full of drawings. In fact the art inside surprised Sparks.


"These are… Where did you find these!?"


Nise looked away. "They'd always get thrown out every Monday, and I just kept, um… collecting them." He was lying to his face about that, of course. "They usually were wrinkled up to hell so I copied them best as I could. See?" Nise flipped to a page that had the original taped to the replica. It was scarily accurate.


"You copied these yourself? How did you get my style so exactly!?"


Nise blushed and pulled his ears down slightly. "Imitation is what I do."


Sparks turned to another page. "Oh, this takes me back. The day I met her was one of the most fun days of my life."


Yarn and Nise peeked over Sparks's shoulder, and when Nise saw those pictures he blushed even harder. On those two pages were the picture of Sparks that "Sparkette" had, and the picture of Sparkette he drew that same day. Nise expected that day to be brought up, but it didn't make it less embarrassing to remember.


"Oh yeah I remember you telling me that story," Yarn said.


Sparks laughed. "I remember you looking a little jealous as I told it to you. I just wish I knew where she went." Sparks sighed heavily. "If I could have another round with her, it'd be the best birthday ever!"


Suddenly, the metaphorical light bulb in Sparks's head lit up. He turned his head towards Nise and held up that page. "Hey Nise. Can you imitate pictures? I'd love to see her in the flesh again, even if just a copy."


Nise shook his head no. "I could try, but without the props it's not the same."


"Oh no problem!" Sparks went into his room and came back out with a familiar box. The drawings were gone but the scarf, goggles, and panties were all still there.


Nise's blush intensified to 11. He kept a smile but internally he was screaming, *HOW DID HE FIND THAT??*


Sparks held up the panties and gave Nise puppy-dog eyes. "Pretty please?"


Yarn giggled in the background. "Yeah. 'Pretty please?'"


The pink-faced Pawmo gulped and chuckled nervously, rubbing his cheeks. "Imitation is, uh… w-what I do."


I wonder which story I should tell next.