Detective Pikachu and Son

       “Ungh… ughh…” In a dirty apartment somewhere in the slums of Ryme city, a young man was tossing and turning in his bed. Visions of loss and madness ran through his head as he struggled against the dreams. It was all a mishmash of random memories. There was the strange pikachu he’d met the previous night, images of his lost father, and curious flashes of legendary pokemon, and all of it was punctuated by an intense, almost overwhelming heat. 
       
       The dream ended with a final brief flash to the legendary pokemon, this time lasting just long enough for the dreamer to finally place what it was, the mythical Mewtwo.  It seemed to say something, but the dreamer couldn’t make it out before he was suddenly jolted awake. 
       
       The first thing Tim heard was a knocking on his door, a nightmarishly loud knocking. Every rap made his head pound and his ears twitch. “Kid! You okay in there?!” He knew who’s voice it was, but it still took a moment for reality to set back in. 
       
       Tim looked around his room groggily, noticing the pikachu headboard of his old childhood room and the old pokemon posters on the walls. The previous night hadn’t been a dream at least. It really was a pikachu on the other side of the door talking to him, and he was sitting in a near perfect replica of his childhood bedroom. He even felt oddly small in the face of all of it. Still groaning from the dream, he went to rub the sleep from his eyes. 
       
       “Tim! I heard shouting!” Pikachu’s knocks became wilder by the moment, then abruptly stopped entirely. Tim could hear some sort of mumbling behind the door, but he didn’t want to pay any attention to it. 
       
       “I’m fine, Pikachu! It was just a… bad dream.” He stopped wiping the sleep away to pause. Tim noticed a strange crack in his voice, and his ears twitched again. Every moment he was less groggy he started to notice more strange things.  His ears felt bigger than before, and the heat from the dream before seemed to be lingering longer than it should. Slowly, and surprisingly shakily, Tim pulled the hands from his eyes and took a cautious look at his own body. 
       
       Pikachu chose just that moment to burst into Tim’s room, punctuating the scream that followed with a loud bang as the door hit the nearby wall. “Ow, ow!” He groaned and rubbed his shoulder while his eyes darted all around the room, searching for any sign of a break-in or fight. “Dang it, Tim, why would you leave your window open? And where’s the struggle, there’s all sorts of trophies and junk to throw in here, but it’s all still… meticulous…” It took him a moment to realize that while looking around, he couldn’t actually see Tim. “Kid, uh… where are ya?” 
       
       His eyes eventually settled on the pichu still seated on the bed, who had moved quickly from screaming to a quieter form of freaking out. “No no no no no no…” The word repeated over and over as the pichu looked itself over from paw to tail, and its voice became more desperate as it began to run its hands over said tail, along with its face and ears. “This isn’t real… I’m still dreaming, yeah… That aipom hit me harder than I thought…”
       
       It was at that particularly inopportune moment that Pikachu chose to hop onto the bed and poke the delirious pichu right in the cheek. “Kid, is that you?”
       
       Tim reacted on instincts he didn’t even know he had, leaping away from the pikachu with an embarrassingly childlike yelp and shocking both Pikachu and himself in the process. His entire body started to shake uncontrollably, and in defiance of all his sense. He reminded himself it was just a pikachu, and even more importantly it was a friendly pikachu. Still though, the mouse was so big compared to him now, and it wouldn’t stop coming closer. Another spark shocked the pichu as he shrunk back further, stopping only when he hit the pillow at the top of the bed. 
       
       “Whoa whoa…” Pikachu waved his hands frantically as he approached the kid. “Just relax, Tim. No one’s gonna hurt you.” Tim was still shaking uncontrollably, but hearing the voice calmed the tremors just a little bit. “Yeah, there we go, kid.” It didn’t take long for Pikachu to close the rest of the gap between them and reach out again, this time more slowly, finally landing a paw right on Tim’s fuzzy head.
       
       Another involuntary impulse struck the pichu as Pikachu start to rub his head, even knocking his ears aside. This time though, it was a pleasant feeling. His whole body gave one more shiver as a strange calm washed over him. Tim’s vision went blurry for just a moment, and he began to feel almost like a child again. Then his vision suddenly sharpened, granting him a clear vision of the mouse smiling down on him, and things started to feel uncomfortably intimate instead. 
       
       Color rushed to Tim’s cheeks when he started to realize that the reflexes hadn’t been all internal, and that he had let loose a few automatic coos during the petting. Embarrassed he covered his mouth to stop. “Uh… thanks, Pikachu…”
       
       Tim turned his head away, and Pikachu took the hint right away, stopping his petting and letting the paw rest on Tim’s nearest ear. “No problem, kid.” He smiled wide, evidently proud of his skills. Then he leaned in close to give Tim a look in the eye. “So… uh, what happened here then? Pretty sure you weren’t a pichu last night.”
       
       “How should I know?” Tim mumbled and tried to avoid Pikachu’s eyes, but the mouse just followed him. Strangely though, Tim noticed the embarrassment leaving him. The smile was prideful, and he had no doubt it was self-serving, but something about Pikachu looking down on him was comforting anyway. “I-I just woke up and… this…” He took a moment to glance down at his body, and suddenly he started to shake again.
       
       “Woah woah now.” Abruptly, Pikachu set a paw under Tim’s chin and lifted his head. “Focus on me and try not to think about it. Don’t need you going full crisis and turning yourself into a lightbulb every two seconds.”
       
       Amazingly, such an inane statement actually had the intended effect. After taking a moment to be embarrassed about the idea of shocking himself, Tim sneered at the pokemon. “Seriously, dude? Is that supposed to make me feel better?” He moved to pull Pikachu’s hand away after that, but after grabbing the wrist in his own little paw, he paused. 
       
       Pikachu smiled right back at him, even winking as if to respond to the sneer with even more contempt. “Sure, it was. Bet you can’t think of anything else when you’re looking at this handsome mug, right?” He chuckled, obviously just meaning it as a joke to lighten the mood. However, Tim suddenly felt that strange intimacy rearing its head again, and this time he didn’t turn away. 
       
       He did blush though. In fact, it felt as though his entire body was blushing. Tim immediately caught on to what that meant for a young man, but he tried to ignore it as deliberately as possible. Instead he tried to blame it on the warmth of his new fur, or even the comforter that was underneath them. 
       
       It was a pretty shaky excuse though, and it fell apart pretty quickly when Tim noticed something even more uncomfortable than the warmth. The erection between his legs was unmistakable, even if it felt very odd. First it stiffened, and then it seemed to push out between his legs rather than merely rising. The feeling was alien, but arousing, making the whole sensation even more inexcusable. 
       
       Before he could stop himself, Tim let out a timid “Chu…” in response to the erection. Then, thoroughly embarrassed, he reflexively folded his ears back and clapped a paw over his mouth. 
       
       Pikachu noticed something was up but remained alarmingly oblivious for a detective. “You okay, kid? Don’t start going feral on me again.” He chuckled nervously and moved to set his other paw back on top of the pichu’s head, presumably for some more calming petting. 
       
       Tim would have shrunk away but couldn’t manage to push himself any further into the pillows. So, the paw landed firmly and separated the folded ears from his scalp. It didn’t do anything to calm him though. He had to quickly swallow another suggestive purr. “Pi- Pikachu, knock it off…” He started to squirm and reached to catch the paw, though he didn’t manage to anything more than rub his head against the larger rodent’s hand. “This is getting too weird…”
       
       “What was that, Tim? Your parents ever teach you not to mumble?” Pikachu withdrew the paw with another smile, but he was either a moment too late or an inch too comfortable. Finally pulling away from the squirming pichu, he ended up pushing his crotch just the slightest bit closer and mashing a thigh against the smaller mouse. After that, Tim wasn’t the only one blushing. However, Pikachu took the extra step by looking down. “Oh, uh, wow, kid. Sorry didn’t realize I was that handsome.”
       
       “Uh… it’s nothing…” Tim turned his head, but didn’t look away, and did very little to cover himself, just crossing his legs. Embarrassing as it was, now that that the secret was out of the box his heart was thumping. “It’s just the heat I think… and…”
       
       Pikachu was cautious and took a step back, though his eyes lingered a bit long on Tim’s crossed legs before awkwardly rolling their way back up to his face. “Uh, I get it kid, young and fertile and all that. Shouldn’t have gotten so close.” He closed his eyes and tried to wave it off. “I uh… don’t swing that way though, I’m pretty sure, so don’t go getting any ideas okay.” 
       
       While Pikachu followed the brush off with an awkward laugh, Tim couldn’t help but watch. The rodent left himself fully exposed with his body quaking, and a small flash of red was peaking right out of his groin. “This is seriously too weird, but…” Tim started quaking himself as he mumbled. “I mean, it’s been awhile since…”
       
       The laughter came to an abrupt end after just a few brief seconds. In fact, it happened so quickly that even Tim barely noticed until he was actually face to face with the fuzzy crotch, just stopping long enough to question why he was finding a pokemon hot. Pikachu didn’t notice until he felt the pichu catching his breath rather heavily around his groin. 
       
       When he looked down and caught Tim panting in front of him that groin sprang a bit more to life. “Oh uh… well, I guess maybe little Pikachu swings that way at least.” Pikachu dropped the arm that had been nervously scratching his neck and reached it out again. This time it hovered for a second before landing on the pichu’s head though. So, after a pause, Tim took initiative again, raising his head up into the hand and glancing up. “But, this is a little weird? Someone’s taking advantage of someone here, right?”
       
       “Ch-chu…” Tim let out another purr of sorts. This time it wasn’t reflexive; at least not entirely. He returned his attention to the crotch and moved an inch closer. “Pikachu I… I think I need this right now, man.” He reached up and grabbed Pikachu’s hips. A moment later his nose was pressed hard against the curious red dick, soaking it in. It was just like any other cock really, at least, that’s what Tim told himself. 
       
       It certainly throbbed like any other cock, and squirted pre like any other too. “Hehe… well it looks like little Pikachu’s interested…” His paw was shaking at first, but then he started running it properly across Tim’s ears again. “Ah heck! Why not, kid?! G-go for it!” 
       
       Tim didn’t wait once he had consent, immediately darting his tongue out and giving Pikachu’s shaft a long lick. It tasted strong, bitter, and musky. It was familiar, but somehow better than any other cock he’d had before. The pichu shivered and wasted no time in licking up to the tip of the red shaft, sucking in the manly scent and taste of the pre. He paused for breath right at the top and just stared at it. “Oh yeah, daddy…” 
       
       “D-daddy? Wow, kid, you’re pretty ki-“ Pikachu paused, stifled when Tim ignored him to swallow the dick, barely even pausing to adjust himself before deepthroating it. “Ki-kinky!” Pikachu folded as he caught his breath, landing a paw on Tim’s back. “I think I can get into it though… yeah.”
       
       There was no doubt about the truth behind that statement. Tim was nearly choked by a huge spurt of pre blasting into his throat and pulling back encouraged the flow of even more. Pikachu’s throbbing cock coated his mouth with the deeply bitter, salty stuff in no time. However, despite the speed, something about it made Tim ache. Each bitter swallow felt as though it lasted for hours. 
       
       The pichu’s throat rumbled with involuntary purrs that made it almost impossible for him to focus on maintaining his breath. At this point his own cock was staining the yellow blanket beneath them, and his ass was feeling absolutely, painfully empty. He was gasping for air when he pulled away from Pikachu, overwhelmed by the heat rushing through his body from both his groin and head. 
       
       Moving on reflex, he actually threw himself back just after lifting his head. Tim was stunned by the action when he fell backwards and landed back where this weirdness had started. He was also stunned by how alien he was suddenly sounding. His gasp had devolved into a humiliating, high-pitched, “Chaaa…” and it just kept coming out as he watched the larger rodent coming closer seemingly towering over him now. 
       
       Pikachu remained awkward as ever though, his smile twitching while he watched Tim humiliate himself. “Wow, kid, you weren’t kidding, were you? You’re a, uhm, a needy boy…” It was practically déjà vu when he approached, cautiously, with arms out. The major difference was when the paws ended around Tim’s hips. A second major difference followed shortly after when his cock wound up rubbing against the pichu’s cheeks. “And, you know, I think daddy’s got just what you need…”
       
       “Just… start already.” He felt like shouting it, but in spite of himself, Tim couldn’t help but smile back at the larger rodent, his blush growing brighter as Pikachu started to align his cock with surprisingly dexterity against the pichu’s hole.
       
       Tim wanted to shout then as well, but when he felt the big mouse pushing into him, even gentle as it was, he started going feral again. He couldn’t get anything out apart from squeaks. 
       
       Pikachu was more than gentle, though. He was also intensely deliberate. Each thrust only went just to the Pichu’s limit before pulling back at the height of each of Tim’s squeaks. The pichu’s thoughts raced with impatience and desire for the pikachu to push harder or go faster. However, the peak of each thrust was almost perfect, pushing in deeper and deeper and making him dizzy. When Pikachu finally bottomed out, Tim didn’t even notice for the first few good thrusts. 
       
       At that point he was able to get a word out. “Harder daddy- ch-chaaa…” It was a token effort since Pikachu seemed to take the hint without it having to be said. Tim had closed his eyes and the moment he did the thrusts became more powerful. He lost track of time quickly then, only noticing the times that the cock brushed right against his sweet spot and his tiny cock pumped in response. 
       
       “Arceus, kid!” Pikachu shouted and groaned. His voice rang in Tim’s ears sounding genuinely intense and arousingly masculine. “You’re squeezing like a-a… I don’t know but keep doing it!” Tim responded eagerly, not only squeezing tighter but pushing back against the mouse’s thrusts. 
       
       Just like before, it seemed like hours before Tim could feel himself reaching the edge of his need, but this time he didn’t have even the slightest sense of the real time that had passed. He opened an eye and looked down at his body and that of the pikachu thrusting between his legs. He needed to cum, and tried to reach out to help himself along, but when he tried to do so he couldn’t seem to move his arms.
       
       Pikachu seemed to notice the shaking limbs, because before Tim could even work up a proper attempt the were pinned beneath the larger pokemon’s paws. At the same moment his legs were involuntarily lifted, and Pikachu slammed forward with an intensely powerful thrust, somehow striking even deeper than before. 
       
       Tim’s eyes shot open and filled with tears. His head fell back and he nearly squealed. Pikachu just smiled above him, sweating and groaning but somehow as gentle as ever. “D-daddy I’m gonna-“ Tim couldn’t get it out choking on another “Chaaa” as the first spurt came. 
       
       “That’s it, kiddo, just squeeze on daddy.” If the pounding lasted hours, the orgasm was an eternity. Tim marveled at how long it lasted hands free. Every thrust made him cum a little more and squeeze a little harder, and even when the splashes of semen stopped covering his chest, his cock still throbbed as long as Pikachu kept on, finishing with a groaning, “Oh yeah… that’s the stuff…”
       
       Even with that final statement Tim barely noticed when it was over. He was pretty sure the thrusting had stopped long before his cock had stopped throbbing. That only happened when Pikachu pulled out, even after that his legs didn’t hit the bed until the mouse collapsed beside him. 
       
       “Sweet miltank, kid. You know your stuff, don’t ya?” Another chuckle came out, throatier and worn out. 
       
       Tim didn’t respond though. His mind was detached in the afterglow, and he was thankful for every moment of that detachment. No more thinking about the crazy city, or the insane talking pokemon, or even considering what had happened to him. He was just proud to be satisfied for the first time in way too long. 
       
       And he sat there satisfied with his new partner for some time, or at least another minute that felt like some time. Then Pikachu chose to speak up again. “So, uh, daddy issues, huh?” The question jolted the pichu out of his reverie, and he lazily turned his head to glare at the Pikachu, who was already recovered and staring at him from a lazy position on his elbow. “Not that it’s any of my business, but-“
       
       “Seriously, dude?” Tim just rolled his eyes and turned away, glaring up at the ceiling instead. 
       
       “Right, right, really none of my business.” Tim felt a paw land on his ear again. He grimaced at the inevitable but. “But what is my business is this new body of yours. Kinky or not, I don’t think you did this on purpose, right, kid?”
       
       As much as he didn’t want to acknowledge it, that was a but worth paying attention to. So, he turned back to Pikachu, and sat up while he was at it. “Uh, yeah, that was pretty strange.”
       
       Pikachu one-upped the pichu by getting to a full stand, cock still poking out at half-mast. Tim mentally smacked himself for noticing that before noticing the pokemon’s usual confident grin was back. “Sounds like we’ve got a new case then, eh, partner.” 
       
       He reached out a paw one more time. This time though, Tim chose to ignore it entirely, rolling onto his side and away. The afterglow was still hanging around and he really would rather catch it then deal with that particular crisis. “Uh, yeah, man. Just give me a few minutes before I have to think about it too much.” His tail twitched anxiously, though he chose not to track where the anxiety came from. Part of him was expecting the detective to drag him right out of it before he could even get a chance to relax.
       
       Thankfully, Pikachu gave him his minute, even laying down beside him and tossing an arm over his shoulder. “Heh, sure, kid, why not.” He squeezed, pulling the pichu in tighter. “I guess for now you can just snuggle up with daddy.”
       
       Tim rolled his eyes again. However, he chose not to respond, and sank shamefully, and eagerly, into the hug instead.