Uncomfortable would be an understatement with Pikachu’s current predicament. Sat at an isolated booth in a restaurant in the middle of the evening with two of his friends, Flaaffy and Salandit. The place was mostly empty save for a couple other patrons enjoying the quality food in their own booths nearby. Sat in front of him, his two friends were currently chowing down on their separate meals, Pikachu’s own remaining untouched. He couldn’t quite tap into his appetite when he already had a craving for something else. Or rather… someone else. The location itself wasn’t the problem. He had no qualms being at this restaurant, it was favorite of his in fact. It was workers that had him sweating. Indeedee. Each and every one of them. Voluptuously bottom heavy, it seemed like that was a running trend ever since he’d started his No Nut November challenge. Big booty Drizzile, Thick thighs Ledian, and now Indeedee. Just… [I]Indeedee.[/I] Their species needed no introduction. They were [B]the[/B] face of bottom heavy Pokemon, especially the females. Shaped solely for mating was the best way to describe the perfected curvature of their rounded figure. Hips wide and made for birthing strong and healthy young, asses so fat, so juicy, you could hear the faint clap of booty just from them [I]walking.[/I] The sweetest, most darling faces you could french kiss for hours and never grow tired. Thighs so plush, so soft like the rest of their body. Indeedee females were naturally delicate, tender, loving Pokemon, natural born mothers and caretakers with a body fitting of such a milf-like personality. They were also the perfect maid Pokemon, professionals of the stay at home spouse type of a more… traditional time. But it wasn’t just the females of their species. The males were all the same. Where female Indeedee were motherly maids without an ounce of malice in their bodies, the males were… not even fatherly. No, even the males carried a sense of motherly responsibility and tenderness. Butler counterparts to their maids. Indeedee were extremely popular in the sex industry for video producers and sex workers who much preferred a partner more intimate and romantically charged. While Indeedee could give and receive it rough, they were masters of intimacy and quick to grow a strong bond of love and affection to anyone who treats them well. Their waitress, an exceptionally lovely Indeedee of the bunch, had just brought over a refill of drinks for Pikachu’s friends and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The perfect curve of her hips and back into a bountiful, plump ass that her maid outfit did nothing to hide when she’d bend over like that… He could smell her, the faint mixture of perfume and her strong, natural aroma, a gentle sweetness like honey. She probably tasted as delicious as she smelled… and all that ass was mere feet away if not inches. Pikachu bit his lip at the thought. An Indeedee of his own… [I]Maid… Mate… Mine… Their tongues rolled together in a moment of intimacy, the gentle caress and pump of her soft paw up and down his rigid flesh earning shudders and whimpers alike from the overly aroused male. He huffed, every inhale laden with her scent, one of want, one of need. She was as horny as he was, a frisky beauty in heat and need to be loved, taken, mated and made into a mother. But they would reach that point when it came, they would make this last. Like lovers separated by strife, only able to meet in embrace like this once in a blue moon. Their touch was electric, figuratively speaking, every squeeze of her paw, every press of tongue to tongue, the shared sultry moans, his paws combing, kneading into the plush wideness of her hips, the contact of their bodies to one another on its own was euphoric. They craved more, primal urge wanting to go wild, but emotion and passion kept them paced. Reluctantly, their kiss broke, strands of mixed saliva connecting their lips and tongues, gazes locked with a look of irrefutable love in one another’s eyes. They were meant for each other, their lives individually leading up to this very moment, the tender grip of Indeedee’s paw encasing Pikachu’s base, such thickness unable to even wrap her paw entirely around its girth. She was already in heaven but nirvana would come soon enough. Pikachu whispered tenderly to her, sweet words meant only for mates, words of romantic possession, how she belonged to him, that she was his one and only as he was hers. He would need no other in his life with a female as perfect as her, a libido of her own matching the tenderness of her species. Both were insatiable and inseparable all the same… [/I]“Pikachu?” “Uwa—huh??” Pikachu snapped out of his trance, looking over at Salandit who was waving his paw at the electric-type. “Dude, you in there?? The waitress asked you if your meal was fine since you ain’t eating it and all you did was stare at her tits like a zombie.” “Umm… I-I… shit, I’m sorry. I just got a lot on my mind.” The rodent half lied. Sure, he did have a lot on his mind but he didn’t want to tell them what about. Last thing he needed was his friends knowing he was abstaining from sex, pent up and sexually frustrated, aroused by even the slightest hint of suggestiveness. His friends would definitely take advantage of the situation, torment him, tease him, taunt him. They weren’t malicious, just a playful couple. Normally, he’d indulge in the jokes and shenanigans, but there was no way Pikachu would be able to endure any more sexual torture than he was already dealing with. “You sure, man? Like, it’s one thing for you to stare at a woman’s chest—big pervert you are and all. But like, it’s a whole other ordeal for you be so unresponsive and unapologetic about it.” Flaaffy added in, a look of genuine concern on the sheep’s face. “I’m fine guys, promise.” Pikachu reassured his friends. He didn’t want them to worry but Arceus be damned if he’d tell them he was tenting his pants under the table. “Excuse me, sirs.” The three looked over to another Indeedee at their table, a male this time in a dapper, maroon butler’s suit with white bow tie. “Would you like to place any other orders? Or perhaps you’re ready for the bill?” “The bill will do, thank you.” Salandit responded with a light burp following, finishing up his meal. “Also some to go boxes. Our buddy here didn’t have a huge appetite to he didn’t really eat.” “Will do, sirs. I’ll be back in just a moment.” Pikachu watched the Indeedee male walk away with a very noticeable jiggle in his ass with every step. Such a natural walk and yet he looked so inviting, so aching to be mated… [I]“A-aahh… s-sir…” Indeedee shook with whimpers, his once formal, butler’s tone replaced by the soft and higher pitched whines of a pleasured submissive. Trembles coursed through his figure with sensation rocking him to the core, cute gasps mingled among moans with a shaky paw wrapped pressed upon his chest, feeling the swift beating of his heart. Gaze locked onto Pikachu, unable to tear away from the frisky male who held Indeedee’s legs up, rested upon the electric rodent’s shoulders with tender paws kneading down into his plush thighs while his tongue explored the deep, untouched depths of his anal tunnel, the gentle flavor and scent of natural musk with Indeedee’s shampoo tingling the horny mouse’s tongue. Slowly, he plunged in and out of those delicious depths, touching every nook and cranny of the sensitive servant’s rear entrance, swirling the flesh to pleasure his lover as much as possible. Whimpers would soon become whines with visible pulses coursing up Indeedee’s erection, his canal occasionally clenching around Pikachu’s tongue as if to milk him for seed. He could tell how badly Indeedee needed this, the way he shook and moaned, the constant clamp of those walls, the throb of his length with trails of pre slowly oozing down its length. He wouldn’t tease his sub any longer, for he craved the quivering psychic just as badly… “Ah! S-Sir… oohh h-heavens, sir..!” Indeedee’s cries were full of passion despite its volume. Loud and careless, he was in a state of bliss unlike any other, exploring the true sensitivity of his anus with Pikachu’s every thrust. The electric-type watched on in lustful glee at his lover’s delight in being mating, the male having wanted to rut and ravage to satiate his burning lust but not wanting to overwhelm a species who better masters a tender session. But he couldn’t imagine someone would experience pleasure this intense from a pace so gentle—he must be [/I][B][I]very[/I][/B][I] sensitive down there, the poor guy is gonna lose his mind in mere minutes! But Pikachu loved it, he loved how much Indeedee was enjoying this, how much it pleasured him. Such a wonderful, sweet Pokemon like his kind were deserving of this feeling, to be mated to such extremes through gentle pumping hips, the wild convulses of his hypersensitive tailhole seeming to send pulsations into Pikachu’s cock to return the favor. He quivered violently, his pace buckling a bit into a sloppier, tender rut from the sudden eruption of pleasure that violated his very being, every nerve in his body assaulted by a crash of ecstasy that made him near howl aloud with a potent slam forward inside of that lush butt. Heal Pulse. He shook, both males cried out, Indeedee’s mind going blank with ribbons of seed pouring from his girth, every hard throb of submissive psychic cock pumping another round of nut onto the shaking, adorable butler Pokemon as he cried and pleaded to be filled, near begging to be impregnated even as if he were a fertile male. The thought fueled Pikachu’s desire to breed, his desire to rut, his desire to cum… fill him… breed him… mate him… cum… CUM— [/I]“Your bill, sirs. We hope you had a wonderful meal and enjoyed your stay today.” Pikachu tensed slightly, quickly composing himself from what he knew had to have been another blank staring trance. Looking over at his friends, the two appeared to be occupied with occasional chatter as both were on their phones, not paying him much mind. That’s good at least, last thing he needed was them being concerned over his well being again. Ain’t no way he’d be able to talk himself out of that one. And yet, his frustration only got worse, though he dared not show it. “Th-thanks…” He didn’t look at the male Indeedee, instead eyeing the couple of carryout boxes with his food in it and the three separate bills on top. He took his and placed his Poké—2400 total for his meal with two extra 1000 tips for the waiter and waitress alike. His friends paid their shares and the group left out, Pikachu having a bit of an awkward step trying his best to conceal the raging erection that demanded relief. [I]3 days in, 27 days left… [/I] Wearing baggy pants was going to become a norm for him.