Special Note to those who don't read descriptions first! This story is first-person. You might wanna just peek at the description to see if you're expecting my 'usual' stuff, since this is a “little different”. Or just read on, go for it! - You are a six year old Pikachu boy named Cody, currently being watched at home by a neighborhood friend to the family, a teenaged Shiny Salandit named Morgan. The strange-scented lizard teen is busy typing on his phone as he relaxes on the couch, wearing a loose grey shirt and pants with a belt, otherwise wearing sandals that show off his lizardlike feet. You're wearing only a pair of soccer shorts and socks, your yellow fur damp with a bit of sweat in the Summer heat thanks to no air conditioning in the apartment. The red circles on your cheeks spark a bit as your thunderbolt tail swishes behind you, idly tapping on the SNES controller in your hands as you look back to the paused TV screen. There's a strange, musky smell in the air... your little black nose twitches as you sniff a few times, unable to tell that the thick pheromones are coming from the Salandit...! "D'ya smell somethin' funny, Morgan?" You blurt out, now making an attempt to sniff at the air a little more deeply as you set down the controller. "Huh?" The teen looks up at you, sniffing a bit as his eyes narrow. "Nah, not really. Just your house." he lies, his black and white hide shining with a bit of sweat that only helps amplify his musky, poison-type pheromones. You shrug, sniffing again. You're sure you can smell it... The Salandit watches you sniff the air like a dork for a few seconds, and it feels like the more you breathe in through your nose, the weirder the smell gets... and now you're starting to feel like it's getting hotter inside, too. You have no idea that the lizard teen's pheromones are starting to affect you, fanning yourself with your fuzzy yellow hand. "You want to watch TV?" Morgan asks, as you realize you've been staring at the pause screen for a while now, just staring at the lines and lines of text without reading it. "Huh? Um..." Your cheeks spark a bit as you turn back towards the TV, not having realized how distracted you were becoming. Shaking your head you get up, walking over to the fan on the endtable and standing in front of it to let that still-hot room air get blown over your sweaty, yellowfurred body... but it still feels better than nothing. "It feels like a gajillion degrees in here!" you complain, your body starting to react even more to the poison-type's secret scent, a tingling growing in your tummy. "It's not THAT hot... only 95 outside." Morgan says with a shrug and a grin, putting down his phone in his lap and stretching lazily as his thick white tail gives a thump against the floor. "Don't sweat it, dude. I got an idea." he says, sitting upright and giving you a sly grin that suits his appearance. "Oh?" you ask. "Yeah. I know how to cool you down." he says, stuffing his phone in his pocket before walking off to the kitchen, starting to rummage underneath the sink before he pulls out a small, empty spray bottle. The Salandit fills it with water as you wonder for a moment, then he walks back to you - and spritzes you with it, grinning! The cold mist of water is refreshing, but it also startles you, your tail swishing as you cover your face for a second, giggling. "Heeeey! I don't wanna get all weeeeet!" you whine, but can't hide your smile, not even paying attention to the fact your little dick is starting to get hard thanks to the Shiny Salandit's swirling pheromones... Another spritz of water keeps it that way, and you retreat to the far corner of the room with a grin, your cute little form shining in the sunlight from the window as the Salandit draws closer once more... but dips to the side, grabbing the small fan in his other hand to aim right at you! With the previous sprays the air feels waaaaay better on your sweaty six year old body, your ears flicking a few times as you sigh warmly. Even though it feels cooler though... that tingling in your tummy isn't going away, and now your little dick is a cute tent in those little soccer shorts. As if to tease, Morgan even leans down, giving you a spray of water right on that tent! You let out a yelp, jumping back with a blush and a laugh as the Salandit moves his eyes up from your quickly-covered groin, releasing another thick cloud of invisible pheromones into the air around you and him... and with the fan in his hand, they're all blown right over your damp little body. "Is that better?" the Salandit asks, spraying the back of the electric fan's blades to send another spritz of mist your way. "Feels nice with the fan, huh?" It DOES feel nice and cool... but Morgan's pheromones keep bringing that feeling of heat all over your body now, your fingers rubbing through your damp yellow chest and bellyfur as your tail droops a bit. Even your sense of touch is starting to become more sensitive, and that cute black nose of yours continues twitching. "U-Um... I'm feelin' kinda dizzy, Morgan..." Your slightly shivery murmur gets a tailflick out of the lizard teen, who can see his musky pheromones have really taken a toll on your innocent little self. "I can see you're... hrm. Feeling something you didn't expect, huh? Don't worry about it. I won't tell your parents you got a stiffy, haha!" Morgan says, trying to play it off just a little longer as he sets down the fan and spray bottle on the endtable, crouching down in front of you. You can't tell if he's being serious or not, but the fingers of one hand start to stroke through your chest and belly fur, the other going to your short headfur between those blacktipped ears. Though you're usually ticklish, instead this time the Salandit's touch brings a pleasurable tingle that spreads throughout your innocent body! It's a completely foreign feeling you've never experienced, the poison-type's pheromones finally working you up to a scent-and-touch sensitive state. "You like that, huh?" he whispers, grinning as he sees the change in your facial expression. Those slender ears of yours almost don't catch what he says, your body feeling like it's on a delay as you suddenly jump back a few inches, a shudder running all over you as you sniff at the air, hot, dizzy, wet with sweat and a little water... "H-Huh?" is all you can get out, and now even the barest feeling of your undies and soccer shorts against your stiff cocklet is adding deeper, stronger sensations, compounding on your six year old mind in ways you can't comprehend. There's a lot of odd things about this, and your body's sensations are so overwhelming that you can't tell what's what, or what it all means, but the smell of his sweat, the feeling of his hand on your body, the scent of musky pheromones and the twisting heat building in your gut is almost too much to handle. "I-I feel real funny... I'm... hot n' tingly all over, an'... an' there's a weird smell..." you mutter, and Morgan pats your shoulder, making you shiver. "Ohh, I think I know... teenagers gotta deal with this kinda stuff all the time. It sounds like you're all hot and bothered, Cody." the Salandit muses, looking straight down at your tented little shorts before gazing back up at you. "It's not gonna go away on its' own! You gotta take care of it." he lies - a good thirty minutes away from his thick pheromones and you'd be fine, but now you're completely awash in them, nearly right where the teenager wants you mentally. "C-Can... can ya help me, Morgan? I-" you sputter, feeling another rush of tingles flood through you, enough to make your toes curl against the carpet. "-I dunno... I dunno what to do, it's all hot, and t-tingly..." Your ears splay as you look up at the Salandit, who transitions to a very light touch on your shoulder. "Do you want me to help you, little Pikachu?" he whispers, and a shiver goes down your spine as his hot breath washes over you. What would normally have frightened you only seems to add to the tingles now, and you find yourself nodding your head, wanting to find a way out of this pheromone haze... and doing exactly what the shiny lizard wants. "Alright... give me a hug first, then." he says, spreading his arms open for you - his black and white hide is shiny with sweat in a way your fur can't get. Despite your confusion, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his midsection, and he hugs you back with one arm, patting your back. His other arm follows, and the lizard pulls you against his front with a victorious grin you can't see. Your nose is up against the Salandit's sweat-damp shirt, and the next breath you take through your nose is a full-on direct shot of both the sweaty poison-type's musk and those pheromones... even the squeak your body wants to make is locked up in the shuddering tingle that makes you weak in the knees. Morgan's tail swishes eagerly as he starts to rub your back, nodding slightly. "I gotcha... take it easy..." he whispers, hands dipping lower... fingers hooking beneath your soccer shorts and undies, starting to tug them down your little yellow hips as you're held in that musky, tainted embrance. "I got a lot of experience, so you don't have to be nervous." he whispers, though at this point... he's certain you'll do ANYTHING to make that hot, dizzy feeling go away. You feel your skin crawl with heat as the Salandit's fingers slide past your warm, trembling legs, pushing down to the ground... leaving you barebottomed, your cute, yellow cock pointed straight out from your furry little groin, nearly touching the teenager's shirt. He cups your little rear and hoists you up, teetering back and flopping onto the couch with you on top of him, leaving you with no recourse but to continue breathing his scent. Even your normally energetic tail is laying limp over your side as you try to find purchase in the overwhelmed state of mind you're in, and just barely does your young body start to get a little used to the Salandit's scent... but that's just helping keep those tingles from even his shirt against your fur from becoming too overwhelming. It does nothing for that immature arousal he's forced on your body with his naughty little trick, one hand stroking your back as the other at your rear sneaks downwards to unzip his pants. "Just a sec..." he whispers, and you blink a little bit of the fuzziness from your eyes as he does... something with that hand. There's a bit of motion before the Salandit wordlessly reaches back up, abruptly cupping his hand directly over your short little muzzle. It's covered in sweat - but seeing as the lizard just rubbed his fingers and palm all over his sweaty junk, to his taint and back - it's not the sweat you smell, but the raw, full scent of the lizard's musky teen dick, balls, and more. You have no idea how to comprehend it. It's a mix of something heady and the teenager's normal scent, but your sensitivity makes even your sinuses tingle with the smell of horny teenager. Your tingly little cocklet surges as you gasp, inadvertently grinding against his front as the Salandit moves the hand stroking your back to your tail, giving the thunderbolt shape a fond rub. "That help?" he asks, knowing you're not likely to answer, and knowing he's only making your muskdrunk state even worse. "Y-yes..." you breath into his palm, surprising the teenager. The Salandit's eyes narrow a bit, giving you another look-over... as far as he can tell, now you're fully settled into the control of his pheromones. As foreign as those sensations might be, the heat and tingling are starting to blend together, and the 'sharp' feeling of any kind of touch is starting to turn into warm ripples that are making you feel good even as you shiver atop the sweaty lizard. The rich smell of teen dick and nuts is now the only thing you can smell, and it feels as though your whole body is slowly melting into the scent being drunk up by your nose. The teenager moves that hand at your muzzle away, hurriedly reaching between your still-spread legs to fish around in his pants again... but this time he wrenches himself free from those confines through the loop in his boxer briefs. Staring dizzily at the couch and his shoulder, you don't see the Salandit's stark white cock and balls, uncut and positively gleaming with pheromone-laden sweat tinged with the fuller weight of a teen in the throes of puberty. Your mouth finally snaps shut as you loose a light surge of electricity, a little crackle of yellow that passes over you... and the damp teenager beneath you. Morgan tenses up so firmly his ivory dick jerks, a long line of teen precum spurting forth from the tip of his slightly loose foreskin right over the cleft of your rear and the base of your tail. The brief electrical tension doesn't even let him groan, instead reeling a bit - looking a little more like you after that direct buzz. "Hoooh. Ohhhh boy." the Salandit mutters to himself, adolescent lusts clouding his own vision like the clear pheromones laid down in all corners of the room. After that little release of pent-up energy your head clears up a bit, eyes finally focusing as you move. That warmth over your body feels incredible; every touch feels almost like a hot bath seeping through your short yellow fur and into your skin, down to the mellow tingle of 'heat'. Even the temperature of the room is a faint memory now, pushing yourself up a bit to finally look the teenager in his eyes. You look back down between your legs as your body lifts, and you can see your rigid little dick atwitch... and the modest spire of white just behind you. "M..." you start, taking a little longer than you might just to sit up on the lizard's belly. The Salandit's panting just slightly, his hands at his sides while he looks up to you. "Morgan? It- It's..." Though you're finally learning how to swim a bit through the immature pleasures echoing through you, words are still a bit difficult. The Salandit snickers, and strokes a hand down your front - almost instantly your cheeks threaten to overload you with another jolt as they buzz, that pleasure ringing back and forth... and somehow it's so close, but so far away. Morgan's smell is all there is, and now there's the beginnings of something else starting to burn in your chest, pushing you towards that hand a bit. A wanton, impure desire for those pheromones, to have the lizard's hot, smooth touches crash into a wave of that -feeling- over you. You want it so, so bad. However induced that want might be, however unknown it might have been to you before, you want it.One part of you feels like it's about to just drift off and let yourself be taken by it, and it just might have had your young desires not started to burn brightly. Your little yellow inch and a half of uncut Pikaboy cock throbs like a hot little beacon; the Salandit's hand draws close, but does not dare touch. "Like th-" the teenager starts to murmur, not sure if he should just try and move you outright in your current state. "Hold on, Cody.... can you turn around and... and lay down. Opposite on me." He might be the cause of all this but his teenage sex drive will not be denied, leaky lizard cock and balls positively agleam. You nod slowly, looking down at yourself again. Even the faintest shreds of apprehension towards anything have dissolved into the thick, musky heat of the moment, and you take your first truly unfettered breath as your legs turn, the feeling of the Salandit's shirt so clear to you, little pokes and prods of that growing inner fire stoking it all the more. You accidentally whap Morgan in the face with your tail as you're shifting about, but it's nothing he's going to complain about with a point-blank view of your young hindquarters, his eyes going wide for a moment as he just eats up everything he's looking at. The little yellow dimple of your pucker, that slightly narrowed, soft taint... the Salandit's cock throbs so hard, seeing the back of your little coinpurse and the barest tip of your erect dick. Further down, you get to be face to face with the lizard's dick, five inches of stark white shaft all but beaming in the summer light, bright trickles of sweat and precum seeming all the moreso to your scent-affected perception. The teen's damp balls rest on his open fly, the loop of his pants and briefs tugged open haphazardly around the base of his equipment. The scent, though... Though your nose and muzzlefur is still damp with the sweat he'd gathered up from himself, this is your first full hit of the Salandit's musk. Without thinking, guided on rails by that urgent yearning, your nose meets the side of that colorless shaft and it bounces against your nose with an immediate throb. A shudder rips through your shoulders, your knees at the lizard's sides squeezing him tightly as you squeak and drag your sparking cheek down his cock. "F-FU-" Morgan bites his tongue as your immature hold on yourself leads to a direct zap to his dick and a beautiful spurt of precum fires straight up into the air a few inches, splattering right onto your shoulder as he tries to deal with the delayed shudder following that numbness and tightly-wound sensation in his muscles. His fists ball up for a moment before he shakily places his hands on your rear, just kneading at your ass as he reels with one eye open. "Ca... careful." is all he can mutter, gazing longingly at your little pikabutt. Pressing your nose to the side of his shaft, you draw another breath... and another... and another. Your head dips further down along that smooth skin, upper body now flat over the teenager's belly with your rear still lightly hoisted up; your nose finally reaches the base, bumping into the edges of the zipper briefly. Another deep pull of that musky scent from one of its' sources sends a ping from your sinuses, a straight shot down your body as your own immature cocklet aches for an adult release. You don't even realize the tightening in your muscles anymore, each flex of your taut little bottom making that small shaft almost angrily quiver in the small gap beneath you and him. There are so, so many things rushing through the Salandit's head at the moment. He may have had ideas, fantasies, wants... but that little shock to his dick did far more to him than he first realized. It looks tempting, though; a brief flash of what your rear might look like with his slick white dick in it passes through his mind. Now though, he's just trying to ready himself, not really certain when you might buzz him again. The teenager's cock can feel almost the faintest tingle when your red cheekspots brush down his length again, seconds passing in what feels like a minute as he almost expects another shock. You don't know how to do anything, though. All you do is breathe through your nose, hot little pants rushing over the lizard's whiteskinned shaft and pouch beneath while your fingers uselessly grip or feather out against the teenager's pants. Each of your short breaths rubs over it, setting the poor lizard's nuts to churning while the tiniest little whines start to filter into each outwards huff between his legs. That light touch on your rear and the occasional knead of that yellow bottom makes you tense up; only providing even more of a sight to Morgan's lusty gaze as from your cock to your pucker, he can see each and every fraction of it tense and release. Your head turns, actually moving to the other side of the Salandit's cock as that nose of yours finds a mark down against the side of the teen's glossy white balls, dimpling the silky skin with that black button as you finally let out the first moan of your life. It's a warbling pitch that even makes your ears briefly twitch, fingers curling as a spark in your chest rises up, and again you give the lizard Pokemon another weak shock. It's the barest amount possible, bubbling over as if you were a little Pichu once again. Morgan's legs pull in so tightly for a moment that his sandals push off his scaly feet onto the endtable, briefly cocooning you in that cage of wet heat and poison-type musk, pheromones already at their peak outside and in. Each brush of thigh and dick back against your cheeks are fireworks, scattering points of hot pleasure all through your head, twirling deep into a shudder as you moan again. The raging throb that follows the brief seize from the teenager is so strong it doesn't even dribble a little out of the end of his cock, but the next one lances a shining, clear line of precum right over your head, reaching the small of your back. Strangled is the cry that leaves the lizard's maw, held tightly within under the pressure of his own pleasure as his head knocks back, eyes going wide as he exhales. He too is now incredibly sensitive, feeling the cool trickle of sweat down his smooth brow to the tremble and flex of your spread ass in his hands so clearly... while just knowing what you're doing, what he is doing TO you, starts to set him off. "Co-ooo-oohhhh shhhi...." the Salandit rambles, the wandering question of what might happen if you shock his dick again when he's like this just walking right out of his head. Now it's only about one thing. With no fanfare whatsoever, Morgan leans forward, pushing his snout against the back of your little yellow balls, dragging up along your taint and over your small pucker in a moment of full self-indulgence, groaning as he does so. It's not the same for you, because even with the teen's legs relaxing back over the couch arm a bit, the feeling of 'fireworks' lingering in your sensitive cheeks seems to happen again, this time squarely in your most sensitive places. The resulting explosion of pheromone-heightened pleasure is just too much and you squeal as a single naughty touch sets you off. Poor Morgan can't even exhale completely as your hips slam to his chest, your wildly manipulated first orgasm calling to those deepest instincts as it seeks nothing more than mashing your quivering, burning-hot little dick against the teenager's shirt. You can't even move your head, clenched tight like a boy fucking a teddy bear, face buried in the pit of the Salandit's groin as each breath fans that brightly burning young orgasm. For a split-second, Morgan's eyes can see the dance of narrow electric arcs from your cheek across your back, but his mind can't react. The blinding sensation of your dry orgasm robs all control from you for several moments, sparking the Salandit's cock once, twice, three-four-five times in scattered bursts. His cum can't come out, he can't even cry out, he can't keep from grinding his throbbing cock against your cheek as everything goes darker around you for the time being as his legs pull in tight, trapping your face alongside his dick and balls in a cage of sweat and teenage hormones. As lost as you might be however, your body does what it is supposed to, subconsciously controlling those shocks into instead a mild vibration, a fully-amped shock you hold without thinking. This is what he needs. Almost the moment the proper feeling in his dick returns, the teenager's cock is so rigid and hard even his loose foreskin is pulled back slightly, exposing the oozing, blackfleshed dome beneath. One long, interrupted cry together with a powerful shot of cum that flies right over you and him to who knows where, the second powerful splatter reaching the top of the lizard's head to splatter over the couch's arm. The third, a watery emission that hooks off of your tail into a spinning mess right over the groaning Salandit's face, the fourth a much more liquid gush that pools downwards towards your upper back. Your flagging tail and now less excitedly squirming hips tell your own orgasm, yearning young body finally able to just bathe in the full body sensation, the ripples building with one another in a churning mass across every inch of your sweaty, furred little self. It's impossible for you to even perceive that your 'climax' has already ended, but rather the Salandit's druglike pheromones are making your afterglow so incredibly potent that you're being held aloft instead of tapering off. Morgan's legs are shaking there, pressing his ankles together in a tight tremble. To him, it feels like something is constantly pouring out of his cock, torrents of heat and pleasure mixed with a mind at least mature enough to perceive it. His breath has stopped and his heart races, unable to even relax a little bit; each and every time his stomach loses a fraction of its tight cording the pleasure just rings in a way that makes him tighten back up immediately. The teenager's bared cocktip oozes every last bit of watery leftovers it can, the orgasm so far beyond anything he's ever experienced in his own fairly short life. He can't even cum anymore, his cock looking a lot like your own in its earnest attempts to spurt. It's not too far off however, finally coming down a bit as both the numbness from rapid-fire Pikashocks fades and he finally pulls a gasping breath into his lungs, immediately looking completely devoid of stamina. Though Morgan's maw opens, he can't make words, barely managing to slide his hand to your back and unable to mind the mess. The Salandit's legs shudder as they stretch out, every motion like a chaser he works through on autopilot. Finally you get some sunshine again as your head is freed from that mask of denim and sweaty lizard nuts, but you have no energy to lift yourself up. Yet even so, your little rear flexes, still aimlessly looking towards that wild pleasure that is only now just starting to fade once more. The fan whirrs softly face-down on the carpet together with the spray bottle now, knocked off by a numb swipe of the lizard's tail in the heat of the moment. The Salandit swallows, blinking a few times as if to clear away his dreams. Though you might still be down for the count, the teenager's a little more resilient and he comes to a bit quicker, looking down over your cute backside, that barest effort of grinding your now-soft little cock against his sweat-damp chest quite the sight in his afterglow. Instead of putting too much energy into it though, he just drops his head back down, not caring about the cum all over his face... not even aware of where the first shots went at all anyways. The sound of cars continues in the distance; the fan continues to air the carpet. You and Morgan pant and huff, spent, hot... not a care but for the blanket of your post-orgasm cozying the both of you up on the couch. Even with your tail gone limp, you can feel your little spark of pleasure still twitching at your belly. "God damn," he says, giving a heavy sigh. "Didn't think..." the lizard starts, but cuts himself off as he strokes some of the cum off of his snout, the rich scent of teenager now especially prominent. His attention's drawn to the rest of the living room, game still paused, and it dawns even on his exhausted body that the scent of the room is so rich you might be able to even smell it from the hallway. But looking down at you as you manage to finally peek over your shoulder at him... he calms down. "Let's... let's take five... or ten. Gotta clean this up..."