One day in and Pikachu was already sweating a little but feeling fine otherwise. Sure, he’d spring erections every now and then throughout the day but with his sex drive, that was completely natural. It was all a matter of building his self-control to avoid tending to it like he normally would. Being out and about helped a lot as he could partake in various activities to distract his mind—going to the park or the nearby daily carnival for one. The real problem was when he got home in the evening and there was nothing left to truly distract him. Nothing but the lingering stink of musk and sex that permanently permeated the walls and furniture of his home. And his maid. Pikachu was a pretty well off guy, his prestige as an Alpha Pokemon granting him many opportunities to make it in life. It’s not like he didn’t work for his earnings, just that the chance to make said earnings were made easier for him which… he wasn’t going to complain but he wouldn’t exactly treat it as if his early retirement was something to write home about or tell stories to any of his children should he ever settle down. He could afford much better housing than he had but he enjoyed his little home in a lovely neighborhood in town rather than moving into some unnecessarily large mansion for a single Pokemon and living among a bunch of snobby posh assholes all full of themselves and snorting money like it’s a drug. He loved his community, friendly townsfolk who looked out for each other, it was like a community of best friends. He enjoyed a more humble two story home with two bedrooms, one bathroom, living room and kitchen and even let his maid live with him for free. Of course, he still paid her for her service; where most would offer fully free housing and food in exchange for maid service, Pikachu’s… [I]daily exhibitions[/I] left a bit more cleaning to be done than the average ‘mon. Pools and puddles of cum, sweat, pussy juice, all sorts of sexual fluids plastered in multiple locations about his home on a daily basis from whoever or whatever prostitute he’d bring home and put a big pay check in their stocking for hours of rigorous sex. But that wouldn’t be much issue for a long time now. At least, that’s what Pikachu hoped. Sat at his computer, erection thumping occasionally on the underside of the desk, he was trying to distract his mind with video games. Him and three other friends were indulging in a squad session of Mystery Dungeon Royale with idle banter between matches, their usual gig of having a great time together. He thought it’d do good work getting him to stop thinking about the looming month ahead of no relief, but… “Dude, we got a new hire at work today.” Friend A spoke up through their voice chat. “Hoooo Arceus, she is a [B]baddy[/B]!” “Damn, what she look like?” Friend B’s was immediately intrigued, wanting to know more. “Thick hips, ass fat, girl is the ass mon’s dream~ And she was wearing thigh highs and a skirt on the first day? She is a certified [I]GYATT![/I]” Friend B and C both snickered at Friend A’s comment on his new co-worker. “Oh Arceus, not a ‘gyatt’ there is no way you actually used that unironically.” “Nah man, y’all don’t understand! She is SO [B]hot![/B] Like she might not have big tits but who needs a fat chest when you got a fat ass! Cheeks fuckin’ jigglin’ when she walk, dude. I swear to you, she was showing off on purpose cus ain’t no way she think she dressed appropriate for a business in a hip hugging skirt and thigh highs! You could see the fuckin’ garter belt attachment, that skirt barely went down her thighs!” Pikachu was starting to sweat. This was absolutely the [I]last[/I] thing he needed to hear. But what was he supposed to do? Tell his friend to stop talking about it and move on to something else? That’d be pretty rude. Plus… he really wanted to know more about that girl, against his better judgment. “Alright, my guy. You got our attention. What species is she?” Friend C asked with a little snort. “Ten Poké she’s a typical Lopunny slut~” “Nah nah, she ain’t no Lop. I wouldn’t be nearly as over the moon on this chick if she were, you’d [I]expect[/I] a Lopunny to dress like a whore. Nuh uh, this was a [I]Drizzile.[/I]” Friend A spoke with lustful wonder in his tone. “No shit, you’re lying.” “Drizzile!? The species known for being quiet and reserved, trying to [I]not[/I] attract attention to themselves?” “No lie! I’m still reeling over it, I never thought I’d see a Drizzile show her body off like that!” Pikachu began to sweat a bit. Drizzile… he always found their reserved nature quite attractive, and those natural bedroom eyes of theirs… He couldn’t stop himself, the intrusive thoughts perverting his mind… [I]Warm lips sealed around his girth, swirling the tip and down to the base with loud slurps and suction. He shook with pleasure, eyes fixated upon the raised, voluptuous ass of his friend’s Drizzile co-worker in that short skirt riding upwards to reveal the lack of panties underneath. Her thick tail swung and swayed while she bobbed up and down the foot long Alpha cock, sultry coos sounding between the slurping and sucking. Her eyes closed, her attention solely on the horny Pikachu, working his flesh while a paw cupped his heavy orbs, rolling those baseball sized gems with her mitt-like paws, thumb caressing the front. Though her pace was slow, her expertise did not go unrecognized, heated groans of appreciation emitting from the horny chu eyeing down the bottom heavy babe with many intentions and desires. She slurped back up to the tip, grasping his moistened arousal to pump its size, stroking off the quivering male while she continued to nurse on his copious precum, the seemingly endless supply constantly spilling in dribbles and dollops. His flavor, musky and salty as an Alpha should be, assaulted her taste buds and made her tremble, paw on her balls shifting down between her legs to rub into the dripping plumpness of her labia. Heat overtook her body, a desire to be filled and fucked by this stud driving her as mad as he was, their gazes finally meeting each other with silent, mutual agreement on one another’s craving to feel the other in the most primal way… Drizzile was laid out, a position all too familiar to Pikachu, one he’d seen just last night; a mating press. Her legs raised and spread, her plump pussy engulfing the large size of his Alpha cock again and again with zero trouble, her sultry screams all that Pikachu needed to hear to know he was fucking her in just the right way. Her pussy clenched repeatedly, paws on her ankles, holding the girl down while he ruts, grunting moans while she shouted vulgar screams, begging for more, [/I][B][I]demanding[/I][/B][I] more. He’d slam deeper, she’d moan louder, he’d pull out, she’d clench down, it was a constant cycle that stimulated both to the fullest. Weak sparks would begin to pulse through Pikachu’s cock and into the disadvantageous water-type, even the smallest sparks into her vagina sending violent stimulation through her that made her spasm out of control into an orgasmic tsunami that near forced Pikachu to pull out as she [/I][B][I]gushed[/I][/B][I] an intense squirt that had her teary eyed with overstimulation. She absolutely lost her mind, eyes rolled up, mouth agape, howling nonstop in an uncontrollable, writhing state of euphoria. The way her walls rippled so violently around his cock, clenched and milking him, her screams for him, to finish inside, cum in her, she’s on the pill, she needs it! He slams her, pounding, deeper and harder, throbs pulsing through him, precum spilling so thickly into her soaked canal. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she wasn’t letting him go… fuck! So tight, so wet, so fucking good, he couldn’t… he can’t hold it, he was so close! Deeper, harder, pound her, fill her, cum… cum… CUM… [/I]“PIKACHU!” “WHA—HUH!?” Pikachu snapped out of it, shaking his head and looking around. A bedroom… his bedroom. Not… not [I]her[/I] bedroom. He looked down, veiny, pulsing, uncontrollable throbbing… “You alright over there, dude?? You went silent for a while then just started breathing heavy. You ain’t asthmatic, are you?” Friend A’s concern was apparent in his voice. “Nah, he was probably jerking it and forgot to mute.” Friend B chuckled at the Pikachu’s expense. It wouldn’t have been the first time, or even the tenth… completely believable in their little friend group. “I’m—I-I’m fine… sorry. Was thinking…” Pikachu moved away from his mic to let out a sigh. 23:41, the first day would be over soon. It was going to be a very long month.