A trip home

Ash had been a Pokemon trainer for quite some time. It had likewise been a large amount of time between visits to his home. Pallet Town had always been a place of great comfort for Ash, and that was why his family lived there. Everything about that tiny town brought comfort to the forefront of Ash's mind, so he did not worry about taking things slow. Approaching the town put one in that sort of mood.

Pikachu was feeling extra sleepy that day, and while he had plodded along with Ash through much of the afternoon he was doubtful he would make it all the way without getting a nap in. Walking through such idyllic and familiar woods was more than enough to get Pikachu yawning, and soon Ash too was considering making temporary camp.

"Tired aren't you Pikachu?" said Ash, looking down at his long-time companion.

"Pika," nodded Pikachu in the usual affirmative Ash was familiar with.

The two of them had gotten so good at communication over the years, it was no wonder so many trainers were jealous of how good Ash was at expressing his desires to Pikachu. Both on and off the battlefield they understood each other the way so few Pokemon tend to.

So when Pikachu made it clear to Ash that he was really sleepy the human had no problem at all stopping for the afternoon and letting Pikachu nap. It wouldn't be the first time, and Ash doubted it would be the last. Looking around now he tried to find a nice tree to lean against. There were a lot of those kinds around Pallet Town.

Ash found a particularly cozy-looking tree and sat down in the crook of it. Resting with his cap nice and low he held Pikachu in a slight hug. Ash watched as Pikachu's half-lidded eyes remained open, his good Pokemon friend looking up towards Ash before falling asleep right there in his arms. Ash felt himself smiling warmly. Today had been a good day, he hoped Pikachu would have a nice nap.

Pikachu was dreaming of his life and time with Ash. The two of them in this dream were standing by a river, and Pikachu very much wanted to say something. Normally Ash would only sort of understand what Pikachu was saying, but in the dream, Ash seemed to get it immediately.

"I have a question I want to ask," said Pikachu, looking up to his partner.

"What's that Pikachu?" asked Ash.

"Am I… am I adopted?" said Pikachu.

"I… well I mean… what makes you ask that kind of question Pikachu?" asked Ash.

"I want to know if I am adopted," said Pikachu.

"I mean, I suppose you are, in the way any trainer adopts a Pokemon really," said Ash.

Pikachu smiled up towards Ash, but found himself suddenly wanting to look around. Glancing further up the river's gentle waters he saw two other Pikachus standing at the bank. Running over towards them quickly Pikachu went to ask them questions. Ash waved as he went.

"Are you my parents?" asked Pikachu.

"Yes," said one.

"I'm glad you found us," said the other.

Still awake, Ash continued to watch as his little Pikachu looked so happy in his dreams. Soon he began to drift off as well, sleeping for some time in the field behind his old hometown. The two of them soon began to dream of various things as someone watched on from the bushes.

"Are they asleep? They look like they're asleep," said the witch to herself.

Thick rimmed glasses hung off of her nose as she pulled out an enchanted stone. She was keen to cause mischief, and this strange rock, in particular, would help her do that. She stepped out of the bushes and walked with confidence, content that the human and Pokemon sleeping before her would not be waking up any time soon.

With a wayward glance of her strange glasses, she could see into their dreams. Their desires were the rock's to mold and make real. Her black and white gown blew in the wind as she began to walk away, having nestled the wishing stone between their two sleeping hands. They clung to it and began to dream more deeply still.

They both wanted so many things for both themselves and for one another. While their lives had been great up until that point the idea that they could be even better was an inevitable and inescapable thought. The wishing stone resting in each of their hands now made sure to foster these desires, entreat them to not just the possibility of their wishes being granted, but the fact of it being granted.

Waking with a start the wishing stone rolled out of their hold and onto the ground. Ash looked down at the curious stone, nudging it with a shoe that felt oddly loose against his foot. The wishing stone seemed to be warm to the touch, even warm through Ash's strangely loose shoe. Pikachu too was looking at it with curiosity.

"What do you think that is?" said Ash.

"Pika Pika, Pikachu," said Pikachu.

"I'm not sure that exactly relates to this situation," said Ash.

"Pika Pi," said Pikachu astutely.

"I suppose you're right, but now I'm kind of curious what's going on with my shoe," said Ash, bending his foot into a cross-legged position.

"Pi," said Pikachu.

"No, come on, what are the odds of that… happening… again…" said Ash as he lifted off his left shoe and dropped it to the ground.

The cheap rubber flopped to the ground as Ash looked down at the sight of yellow fur. It was a familiar shade of yellow. A color he had gotten quite used to associating with friendship and comradery. It was the same tinge of yellow fur that Pikachu had for as long as he remembered. Only now it was on Ash instead of Pikachu.

"What the… what's happening Pikachu?" said Ash gripping down at his foot.

"PIKA! Pika PIka Pi, Pikachu. Chu…" said Pikachu with solemn resolve.

"You don't really think that's happening do you?" said Ash, slowly pulling his pants leg further up that strange transforming limb.

"Pika," said Pikachu, pointing out the slow and deliberate spread of fur.

"I think you might be right…" said Ash, curious once more of the wishing stone.

"Pika pi!" shout Pikachu, warning Ash away from touching the strange object.

"You're right, if it's already changing me who knows what else it could do," said Ash as he watched the fur spread up to his knee.

His body had become stubby and short compared to what he remembered, but as he remembered it further still things began to feel strangely normal. Eerily so in fact. It seemed that the more Ash became a Pikachu the more he began to feel as though he had always been a Pikachu. He looked down towards his longtime friend.

"Pikachu something feels pretty-Pika weird," said Ash as the fur seemed to sprout sporadically up along his shrinking neck.

"Pika pi," said Pikachu, reaching up to hug his precious human.

Pikachu was feeling quite funny. It seemed that the wishing stone had intermingled immensely with his dreams, churning them together into his mind to make up a reality he would be far more fond of. This, coupled with Ash's desire to be on even better terms with Pikachu, had begun to transform the once-proud human into a similarly proud Pokemon.

"Maybe we can stop it," said Ash, not quite sure what it was that needed stopping.

"Pika pi," said Pikachu affectionately.

"Calm down Pikachu, it's fine," said Ash with a shrug before setting his father onto the ground.

Stooping over to crawl towards the stone Ash felt his newly growing nub of a Pikachu tail poking up past his loose-fitting pants line. Turning back to see he looked up at the strange lightning bolt-shaped tail for a moment. The first and most relevant thing that came to his mind was a mild curiosity as to why he was wearing clothes exactly. As changed as he was, they were starting to feel like the odd part of this situation after a while.

Reaching down to touch the stone once more Ash felt some remnant of his human memories bubble up to the surface. What confusion persisted in that strange mental fog was, in the end, really rather fond of the situation. In a peculiar burst of insight, Ash decided he wanted to share this gift with other would-be humans as well.

Somewhere deep inside of Ash where the electricity was beginning to be made an addendum was sorted in amongst the bulk of all those many alterations. Infectious transformations, the ability to shock the humanity right out of someone, and the ability to shock the Pikachu right into them in turn. It was a peculiar ability Ash found himself only dimly aware of possessing now that he had touched the stone once more, but it was one he yearned to test on himself and others after settling into this new life.

Ash, if you could even really call him Ash at this point, felt two round marks of what felt to be blush at first dot their way onto his face. Reaching up to touch his face he felt the first of many arcs of electricity dart through his increasingly furry and little body.

"Ash chu…" said Pikachu rather affectionately.

"Ashchu?" intoned Ash, unable to tell whether the chu on the end of his name when Pikachu said it was some remnant of his usual speech or his whole name.

"Aschu chu chu, Pika love," said Pikachu with a nice long hug.

Ash, or rather, Ashchu, pulled his hands off of his red cheek contacts. The strange flow of tantalizing electricity had stopped for a moment, leaving him somewhat dizzy from its absence. It had felt a bit like spinning in place, the moment he stopped an approximate zapless kind of dizziness seized him. If it weren't for Pikachu's affectionate and firm hold he might have wobbled backward.

Pikachu tugged on those ridiculous clothes, picking up Ashchu's shirt to hug more firmly belly to belly. The contact of one Pikachu's fur to another's was too tantalizing to resist, and suddenly for the first time, Ashchu's clothing was beginning to become a real nuisance indeed.

A curious little zap emanated from Pikachu, only it did not hurt as much as it used to. Ashchu's knee jerk jolt backward felt pretty silly as his own electricity began to surge forth from him in response. A sort of pushy game commenced between the two, a cuddle of the current, an ebb and flow of zappy little hugs that had the two of them giggling sporadically as they grew similar in shape and size.

Ashchu picked up at his shirt, flipping it over the top of his elongating ears and tossing it to the ground. His clothing too, which for some reason he remembered his mother always telling him to wear in spite of the fact that she was a Pikachu too, became a nuisance worth imolating.

Pants, shoes, and socks all joined one another in a small pile. Only his hat and his underwear remained, covering up his mousey dignity for the time being as it became enveloped in a short yellow sheath. Summoning up his potential energy Ash let out a powerful burst of a spark, igniting his clothing with a playful grin.

Ash tucked off the hat, feeling his changing ears fully migrate to the tip-top of his furry head. He was easily half the height he used to be and then some, still shrinking as he deposited the familiar hat onto the open blue flames blazing below.

"Don't have to hide your Pika anymore," said Pikachu with a smile.

"No, I suppose I don't," said Ash, looking down at his underwear.

Ashchu slipped his yellowing and increasingly pawlike hands around the elastic of the underwear. He yanked it down, leaving it dangling off his shrinking knees for a moment before finally feeling it land on the ground just above his feet. Ashchu kicked at it playfully, feeling the band still wrapped around his other foot flex slightly and tug him back to the ground. It was fun and frustrating.

Plucking them off the ground like a big rubberband he felt himself wanting to try something interesting. About halfway in tune with his new Pikachu body, he stepped away from the clothing inferno and aimed just above it. Letting go with one hand he launched the underwear up into the air just in time for him to summon up his first proper lightning bolt. It slammed and pants into the blue inferno just below them whilst almost entirely obliterating them in the process. Ashchu felt satisfied by this.

"You really wanted those gone," said Pikachu.

"You can say that again," said Ashchu.

"You really wanted-" started Pikachu.

"I was kidding," said Ashchu.

"I know," said Pikachu with a smile.

"I did want them gone though," said Ashchu.

"They always did seem to get in the way. I don't understand why you ever wore clothing to begin with," said Pikachu with a shrug.

"It was comfy, and what do you care Pikachu, you're not my…" started Ashchu.

"Not your what?" asked Pikachu, stepping forward.

"Dad?" half questioned Ashchu, feeling a bit out of it for real now.

The memories in Ashchu's head were under more and more rewrites. Things were adjusting faster than he could get a handle on, he clutched at his head and tried to remember his father. His human father. Nothing came to mind, it was a total and irrevocable blank. Only Pikachu remained his longtime friend, partner, and perhaps most importantly of all, his father.

"Yes son?" said Pikachu warmly.

"I feel funny," said Ashchu, letting go of his head and taking a deep breath.

"Do you think maybe it was that stone? Perhaps you are evolving into a Raichu," said Pikachu with a playful sort of chuckle.

"Heh, no I don't think it's that, but something seems off," said Ashchu.

"Anything in particular?" asked Pikachu.

"Well, for starters, are you my real dad?" asked Ashchu a bit wearily.

"Of course I'm your biological father," said Pikachu with a smile.

It really did feel like Ashchu was trying to be funny with a question like that. The familial similarities were mounting by the minute, as more and more of the human Ash began to fade from both mind as well as matter, replaced by a tiny and increasingly Pikachu shaped person. Ashchu looked around the woods once more, thinking where to go next.

"We're headed home now right?" asked Ashchu.

"Of course," said Pikachu.

"Right, this way?" said Ashchu as he pointed in the direction he remembered Pallet Town.

"Indeed," said Pikachu with a curt nod as he began to walk forward.

"Excellent," said Ash, following along with his dear father.

Walking around naked was not something he had really considered to be strange or normal before. It was the sort of thing some people did if they wanted to. Now it felt like his natural state on account of the growing fur which had replaced the need for his clothing.

He was also impossibly horny. The sort of horny that would change lives if it could be felt by others. In fact it was just about to, as over the hill in a convenient fashion strode Richie and Sparky. The two long time friends of the human Ash looked immediately pleasant to the present Ashchu.

Running over towards them suddenly the two humans about doubled over one another in response to the strange sight. They had never seen a Pikachu look like this. Much less one charging at them so brazenly.

"Richie, Spark! I'm so glad I found you!" shouted Ashchu with glee.

"What the heck kind of Pikachu evolution is this Richie?" said Sparky.

"I don't know Sparky, I'm not sure I've ever seen anything like this," said Richie.

"Come on guys, it's me," said Ashchu, pointing to himself emphatically.

"He's really trying to communicate with us huh," said Sparky, scratching his chin.

"He? How do you know that this strange looking Pikachu is a he?" asked Richie.

Instead of answering Richie's question Sparky simply pointed down at the cock of the critter before him. Ashchu had not been paying much attention to his newly sheathed and now unsheathing genitals until they had been pointed out. It was here that he began to feel incredibly horny, eager to empty himself of what must have been remnant human cum. Any means might well suffice.

"I think I have… huff… an idea…" said Ashchu, reaching down to prod and pull against his tapered mouse cock in anticipation for what would follow.

"Yeah, definitely a he," said Sparky.

"Why's he doing that though?" said Richie.

"Maybe he's horny," said Sparky.

"Definitely horny," said Richie smiling.

"I am afraid they cannot understand your plight fully, son," said Pikachu.

"You think so?" said Ashchu.

"I know so," said Pikachu.

"So what should I do?" asked Ashchu.

"Do the thing that all Pokemon do, follow your desires to their inevitable ends. See where your whims might take you and all the others in this wonderful Pokemon world," said Pikachu with a theatrical wave of his arm.

"Yes sir," said Ashchu.

"That sounded like a very involved conversation," said Richie to Ashchu.

"Yes it did," said Aschu, nodding forward as he approached the two humans.

In a climactic flash Aschu made contact with the two old human friends of his. He rubbed his cheeks along and against each of their cheeks, causing similar red dots to appear right where he lightly zapped them. They two would begin transforming, becoming the uncle and cousin Ashchu seemingly remembered them as already.

Body and mind were both up for grabs for the two humans, the sudden advancement of the strange and mysterious Pikachu was far from unwelcome. As Ashchu bumped cheeks with them they found themselves rubbing back briefly. As if this strange sort of electric pseudo-kiss was a cordial and desired thing. They both noticed the red dots on each others faces, and pointed it out accordingly.

"Pikachu cheeks!" shout Sparky.

"Yeah!" shout Richie.

"Do I have-" began Sparky.

"Yeah!" repeated Richie, pointing at Sparky's cheeks to call attention to his changes.

Both of them had, with but a simple caress of Ashchu's cheeks against their own, begun to transform with a powerful and frightening zeal. They had never transformed into Pokemon before, but managed to approach it all with a comfortable aura of satisfaction. This was merely happening to them, they had no control, why not enjoy?

Richie in particular began to enjoy himself. Especially since Ashchu was starting to look so appealing to him. All that yellow fur he was beginning to sprout himself, it was hard not to be turned on by the circumstances. He leaned in for a more earnest kiss, bumping cheek to check with the strangely shaped Pikachu in front of him and soon shrinking to match him in size and shape.

It seemed that proximity to Ashchu's lightning managed to not only spark a change in Richie and Sparky, but continued contact with it the way Richie was experiencing things was accelerating the changes quite swiftly. The kiss, a lip nibbling and reckless intimate affair, cost him several feet of height as well as much of his clothes.

Rolling over onto his back Richie began to giggle. The electricity was almost intoxicating, as infectious to his arousal as it was adept at changing his body shape. A tiny mouse erection poked out past disappearing pants just as the now larger Ashchu dipped own against him.

The two impromptu lovers set about frotting one another, rubbing cock to cock so as to satisfy desires that had been growing for some time. They found themselves squeaking and crying out in pleasure as they committed to this peculiar endeavor.

"Richie, are you okay?" asked Sparky, still transforming slower than his friend.

"Yes! Yes!" shouted Richie affirmatively.

"I think he's fine brother," said Pikachu, walking over towards Sparky.

"Better than fine, he's amazing," said Ashchu, grinding down more firmly.

Pikachu walked over towards Sparky and hopped up to throw his hand over Sparky's shoulder like it was some kind of greeting they had done a thousand times or more. That oddly familiar side hug felt more familiar to Sparky than he expected, and his discomfort, confusion, and any actionable alarm over the situation began to fade.

Ashchu and Richie always had fun like this together. It was the sort of thing they enjoyed doing to one another. Or in Richie's case enjoyed having done to them. It was the season for these sort of things, and cousins like those two often set about satiating the other. Not every Pikachu could score someone as lovely as Ashchu's mom after all.

Ashchu's thrusting began to pick up speed. Having shocked the two of them the feedback of his electricity was beginning to finish up his changes. Richiechu of course, receiving a full external blast of Ashchu's electricity, had finished turning into a Pikachu. His tiny body splayed its legs wide, eager to have Ashchu rubbing against him so lewdly.

"Ashchu… you… you changed me?" Richiechu managed to ask before his memories began to change.

"I… huff… I made it so that you were always like this," said Ashchu.

"You mean we weren't always-" started Richiechu with a curious frown.

"Cousins and quite this affectionate?" asked Ashchu with a smile.

"It was always like this," said Richiechu with a contented grin.

"Are you sure?" said Sparky, trying to wedge in some skepticism about their strange lives even as they approached full completion.

"I'm sure," said Richiechu with a directed affirmative nod before moaning.

"I think he's content now," said Pikachu.

"He'll be even more content after… this…" said Ashchu as he continued to thrust.

There was a great excitement between the two of them that was beginning to build. All their still human cum begged for release from these strange new bodies that housed it. It was so much for the both of them that they began rubbing with an almost reckless abandon.

The both of their cocks glided against one another with a smooth and familial energy. They were cousins and lovers, having frequently used one another's bodies to satisfy the urge to rut. And though their current situation commanded they spill their human cum and make this reality a perminant new fixture to their lives, the whole erotic effort had a familiarity to it they both drew even more pleasure from.

Ashchu felt himself finishing up his changes, shrinking down into a proper Pikachu shape save for the extra tuft of Poke hair atop his head. Ashchu cried out as he felt himself begin to cum at the same time as Richiechu. It was an immense amount of seed, all the last their human bodies had to offer to the world, now sent squirting and dripping over the bright yellow fur of their tiny Pikachu bodies.

"That was great," said Richiechu, leaning up to affectionately rub cheeks with Ashchu.

"For sure," said Ashchu, totally spent now as he continued to occasionally thrust against his cousin.

As their cheek dots touched Ashchu revelled in the feeling of the electricity swapping between them like saliva from some sort of kiss. It was an intoxicating trade that left Richiechu more and more confident in the fact that he had always been a Pikachu and that he had always been Aschu's cousin. Sparky, his father, looked on with great pride.

Sparky was glad that Richie had gotten so friendly with Ashchu. That the two cousins could get along so well that even during a rut they turned to one another for comfort. It reminded him of the relationship he used to have with Pikachu before both Pikachu and him found their partners. Though they still sometimes enjoyed one another's company in that fashion Richie could tell Pikachu was more in the mood to return to Ashchu's mom than he was at having fun with Sparky. Sparky did not mind this.

"So," said Sparky, "Where are you two headed now that you've encountered us?"

"Well, once they're recuperated we were going to go back home," said Pikachu.

Turning towards Sparky as Pikachu said that he made this face that seemed to betray his own arousal. Sparky realized at once he was going to get to enjoy a show of Pikachu taking his wife once more. He looked forward to watching Pikachu and Ashchu's mother hook up.

"You two doing okay now?" asked Pikachu.

"Yeah dad, we're pretty good," said Ashchu, slowly pulling himself up.

"Yeah, I think we're golden," said Richiechu, still breathing a bit heavy.

Mostly human cum dripped off of Richiechu's belly. A little bit of both male's Pikachu'd offering had made its way out of the ends of their grinding members as well. The result was a rather big mess all around, the results of about three or four regular climaxes dribbled down his body. The three cleaner Pikachu giggled.

"Looks like you lost this one," teased Ashchu, who's fur had been made but a tenth the mess or Richiechu's cum coated fur.

"Perhaps we should clean up first," said Sparkychu as his changes began to fully settle.

The three fully formed Pikachu watched as Sparkychu finally settled into his new body and considered whether or not he had the right idea. It made sense, and might even be a little fun to do some swimming in a stream before returning home. All four Pokemon's memories seemed to finish writing themselves as they considered this.

"Yeah, cleaning might be a good idea," said Ashchu.

"I agree," said Richiechu.

"This is probably the biggest mess I've made of your yet," teased Ashchu.

Richiechu responded with a smooch.

"I'll take that to mean you enjoyed it," said Ashchu with a smile.

"You bet I did Ashchu," said Richiechu.

"Yeah, let's get you two cleaned up then we'll head home," said Pikachu.

"I think I hear a river over that way," said Sparkchu as he walked off.

They followed and found the river he spoke of. It was a small thing and they spent little time there, mostly just chatting and catching up with how their lives had gone. This reminiscing allowed the new memories to more readily rest themselves over their new lives, as the four Pikachu worked out various stories of their past.

Finally the return trip home resumed though, and with fur clean of cum and bodies emptied of human seed (except of course for Sparkychu's) the group resumed its journey home. Sparkychu and Richiechu were not originally headed in that direction, but Ashchu's and Richiechu's time together was too good for them to not want to hang out, and Sparkychu always liked watching Pikachu and Ashchu's mom so he also decided to tag along with the party.

Pallet Town looked crazy different. Curious squared buildings of stone and metal clashed completely with the tree based housing the Pikachu's all remembered having for some reason. It seemed reality itself had not quite bent itself to the whims of their memories just yet. Together, thought hesitantly, they approached the strange box that they were pretty sure was their home.

"This place looks so weird," said Aschu, rubbing his yellow furred paw gently along the brickwork of his yet to be altered old human abode.

"Yeah, I don't remember this being our house Ashchu," said Pikachu.

"Something is wrong," said Richiechu.

"Maybe if we go inside things will make more sense," said Sparkychu.

The four Pikachus approached the door. It was far taller than the lot of them, but with Ashchu standing on top of Richiechu they were able to get to the handle and give it a good yank. The entryway was lit by the bright white lights of the tv screen.

"The new Pikachu powered plant is said to provide energy for the entire world, and not just the Johto region. With this degree of efficiency we need never worry about outages again," came a voice from the tv.

"What about accusations that by pooling all the world's energy into one place you're making it a potential targets for organizations of all types," came another voice.

"We have the best security here, we won't have to worry about any of that. Especially near a town as quiet as Pallet Town," said the voice.

"What will they think of next," said Ashchu's still human mother.

She was sitting at the table resting her hand on her arms. She looked over towards the TV with a sort of detached interest. The statement seemed tired. She seemed tired. Tired and wrong, in a body that was entirely not her own. This was not Ashchu's mother, he knew that, but it could be.

With a charged and focused zap he obliterated both her humanity and her clothing. She shrunk there on the kitchen table with legs splayed wide. Just as Richiechu and Ashchu had felt their rutting urges building, so to did the increasingly new female Pikachu before.

"What the, how did you all get in?" Ashchu's mother began to say before locking eyes with Pikachu, "Oh… I'm sorry, I didn't see you there honey."

"Mom!" said Ashchu.

"No need to worry," said Pikachu with a shrug, "I think it's been a weird day for everyone.

As Pikachu spoke he began to approach Aschu's mom with a playful and erotic abandon. His cock was out in the open, dipped free from the sheath which all the males around him now had. He always loved fucking Ashchu's mom. From the way she felt around his cock to the way she moaned, everything about the female Pikachu was perfect.

Ashchu's mom sat quietly on the chair. As big as it was ther was more than enough room for the both of them, and soon Pikachu joined her there. She splayed her legs for him, giving him a glimpse at her new body's preparations for his upcoming actions. Her tight pussy seemed to gleem in the erratic light of the television.

"I am going to fuck you," said Pikachu.

"I can tell," said Ashchu's mom.

Rubbing cheeks together the three other Pikachu watched as the male and female went at it. It was just as intense and passionate as it had ever been. Like the night the two lovers had first consummate their desires for one another. When she had first dripped with the cum that would help make Ashchu a reality in this world. She found herself remembering laying the egg with great fondness as Pikachu playfully threatened to put another one in her.

"Yes Pikachu," said Ashchu's mom," Breed me please!"

"Yes ma'am," teased Pikachu, following up with a nice electric kiss.

Static sparks rest off their cheeks and tongue, connecting the two of them well before his cock slid on inside. Her body was as perfectly inviting as ever, yearning for eggs more than perhaps any female he had ever had before. Pikachu was in love, and had been for as long as he could remember, now he was getting to once more act on these urges. Thrusting with a reckless and excited energy.

"Pikachu are just efficient batteries," said the human on the tv.

To Ashchu and the others it looked almost like the two Pikachu above were hugging and squeezing one another. Just out of view the penetration had occurred. Short sharp mouse-cock stabs had left the female almost breathless, like she was amazed at some piece of news she had just heard on the television or something.

Richiechu and Ashchu were only made a little horny by this, still a bit spent from their earlier excitement. Sparkychu, however, was not quite finished with himself, having been occasionally reaching down to stroke himself off every couple of minutes on their trip over here. Now that he was watching Pikachu take Ashchu's mom it was impossible for him to resist the urge to jerk himself off.

As Aschu's mom's pussy clamped tight around Pikachu's poking Poke shaft the two of them began to moan out together. Playful and pleasured squeeks seemed to echo all around that strange house that now seemed to fit none of them, and so as they continued to breed Ashchu began to think.

"We should go to the power plant," said Ashchu quite suddenly.

"What makes you say that sweetie?" managed Ashchu's mother as Pikachu continued to rail her with an increasingly eratic speed.

"Yeah, you looking to join the other Pikachu they have ther?" asked Richiechu.

"Seems like… huff… seems like tough work," said Sparkychu between strokes.

"Well, everything we keep running into keeps seeming weird and different until I zap it, maybe if I go there I can zap everything," said Ashchu.

"And if you zap everything…" started Pikachu, licking at his wife's neck, "It'll all be the way it is supposed to always be."

"Exactly," said Ashchu.

"That's a lovely idea honey," said Aschu's mother as she felt Pikachu shift his position up against her slightly to lean her further against the chair.

All of his cock was inside her now, a massive member for any Pikachu to have. He was as welcome inside her body as essentials like water, a deep an ingrained need that had her pushing back over and against him so that when he did finally lose it there would be nowhere for the cum to go but deep deep inside.

There would be no human cum in this load. Pikachu did not have to worry with such holdovers from an older body type. He was the truest Pikachu around, and as such he would take this female all the way, flood her with Pikachu spunk and give the world another batch of young.

Her body was set off, and his soon after. Ashchu's mother began to clench around him with a frenzied and energized efficacy. It coaxed his cum out with a familiar degree or precision and enjoyment, evoking as many moans from the Pikachu above her as it did splurts of warm feeling jism. She loved the way his cock seemed to twitch so deep inside her, struggling to channel everything he had to offer so far down her special Pikachu passage.

The three other Pikach watched as the loving couple parted with a final kiss. His cock and her pussy seemed connected by a thick strand of seed at the same moment their mouths were connected with a spark before they finally separate entirely. It was an endearing image for them all to see, that seed dripping from her splayed legs as she worked to stand on them for the first time.

"Alright," said Ashchu's mom, "That was certainly a fun way to start the day."

"Are you come with us to the power station mom?" asked Aschu.

"Of course sweetie, I'm the one who knows where it is since I just watched that interview about it," said Ashchu's mom as she reached over to pat his head.

"We could send them off and enjoy ourselves some more here," said Pikachu, leaning over to nibble at the tip of her tail.

Darting upright Ashchu's mother very nearly presented herself again for Pikachu right there in front of everybody. The position alone coupled with the earlier breeding was enough to finally set poor Sparkychu off, who was the only Pikachu who's cum did not find itself being caught in the fur or folds of another.

"GaH!" cried Sparkychu as his remnant human cum bulk began to splatter along the floor.

"Awfully excited aren't you Sparkychu?" teased Pikachu as he grabbed Ashchu's mom's rump and gave it a visible squeeze to further entice him.

Sparkchu dropped onto his belly as he came, trying to conceal just how excited he was watching Ashchu's mom being taken before his eyes once more. He was always so excited around this house, yet he was never sure why until today, but he simply loved watching those two breeding in front of him. It was as simple as that.

With Sparkchu spent beyond belief the five Pikachus set out towards the powerplant. Ashchu's mom did in fact know the way exactly, having payed close attention to that interview while at the same time beginning to forget what a television even was in the first place.

By the time the five of them arrived their memories had been fully replaced once more, and they found this strange structure to be nothing more than a key towards fixing the world to match their memories. These buildings were out of place, and Ashchu had the power to correct that. Though none of them were sure why they knew he could, it was incredibly obvious that Ashcu had this capacity.

"Hey stay back," said a guard.

"Yeah, leave," said another guard.

The two of them each drew a blank Pokeball, as if by threatening to capture the approaching Pikachus they might ward them off. Ashchu simply walked in between them and darted out a powerful twin lightning burst from both his cheeks. The zap encircled them entirely, leading to them dropping their Pokeballs at the worst possible time.

As Pikachus landed where once stood human guards the Pokeballs they were wielding went off, capturing them both in a confusion swirl of red energy. Ashchu made a note to free them later once all of this was fixed right and proper, and began to walk through the halls of this strange and powerful facility. The cold white tiling below urged him every onwards, even this building seemed to be pleading to be fixed.

More and more guards were dispatched, and more Pikachus became of them. All the way to the final central room where a great and momentous amount of energy was stored. The bright black and purple power source seemed to surge at the addition of so many extra Pikachu's in the area, and Aschu began to charge up his most powerful burst yet.

"I believe in you son. No matter what happens today. No matter what happens tomorrow," said Pikachu as he reached out to tap Ashchu's shoulder.

"Thanks dad," said Ashchu before charging up.

A great and momentous amount of energy had been built up between those powerful and cute little cheeks of Aschu's. He shot forth his most powerful lightning bolt to date, a thunderous affair that echoed all around the world. There was a great flash like an explosion and then, nothing.

Then, something. Around Aschu now stood his new family, all enjoying their time in the tree where they had just watched Pikachu and Ashchu's mom breed in front of them. Everyone was happy and finally living in a place that seemed to mesh well with their memories.

All was right with the world, and many eggs would appear with them.