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Adults always complain about long days and how tired they are after those days of work, but many of those same adults always undermine Pokémon who don't work because they don't earn money. Their logic is that because they don't earn money, they don't have to work as hard. Trey kept ranting about this in his mind as he shuffled down the halls at Orre Academy, embarrassed as he held his crotch tightly with both hands.

If those adults knew what he went through almost every day, they wouldn't put him down so much just because he didn't earn money. He was a Pikachu that had a strict training regime right now, stamina training to help him make his electric attacks stronger. His instructors had him working around loose wires and other electricals that stung him day in and day out, and if he wasn't fiddling around with dangerous electrics, then he was using his own attacks to power machinery for extended periods of time.

He may have been a good electric type Pokémon, but even he was going beyond the limits of what he could take. His body was covered in marks where he had been burnt or stung by the machines, his cheek pouches were deflated from powering lights for upwards of six hours, and the worst part was, it was all without a single break. He had to stay in that one spot and feed electricity to several rooms for all that time without moving, so now that he was free for the evening, the restroom was his top priority.

He always made it in time, but that didn't mean he liked it that way. Now especially, he was so angry with how much the grownups devalued him that he couldn't stop ranting about it in his head. The fact that his instructor couldn't even offer him a bathroom break always left his bladder in agony, which led to further embarrassment when he waddled down the hallways with all the other Pokémon staring at him, giggling and sharing comments with their friends.

When he got back to the restrooms that the Pokémon in his dorm area shared, he burst in, making straight for a litterbox-styled urinal in a cubicle. He was surprised at how impatiently he pushed the door shut, lifted a leg, and let loose, sighing from great relief. He could feel the weight in his lower stomach lifting as he peed, a strong stream that surely sounded out amongst the whole room. He kept going for almost a whole minute as well, frowning to himself as the water in the tray below him grew a deeper and deeper yellow. He couldn't help but stare at the pool that was left before flushing, shaking his head.

"Dang it man, one day I'm gonna explode or something," he sighed to himself, walking out.

Now that he was relieved, he felt too tired and hungry to do much else. He really needed to recharge his electricity for tomorrow, so that meant just going back to his dormitory, grabbing a bite, and then plonking down for the night.

"Trey!" a girly squeak greeted him the moment he opened the door to his room. A Pichu charged forward and tackled him to the floor, nuzzling itself into his chest.

"G-gah, Keith! Why," Trey growled.

"You're back you're back you're back! Just in time, too! Dinner's all hot and ready for you," the Pichu replied, looking up at him. Trey groaned and stared back, to which Keith blushed a bit and winked.

"I did super well today, so they let me have the hot berries. They made the stew super crunchy and tasty," he cheered, bouncing off of his body. Trey didn't reply, just sluggishly closing the door to follow his giddy partner inside.

It didn't take long for them to settle down and start eating. The food did perk him up a bit, but only energy wise. Keith excitedly yammered on about his successful day of learning to dig, what he learnt about gemstones, wonder orbs and such. Trey listened and responded with boredom, slumped forward, leaning on one hand while lazily slurping up the food.

It wasn't that his roommate was annoying or anything. Keith was actually Trey's partner, and the Pikachu wouldn't have it any other way. The Pichu was an invaluable friend that he would happily travel to the ends of the world with, and that was the purpose of their training. He wanted to become strong enough to protect Keith no matter what the situation, and that meant bearing the harsh training regime of his instructors. Meanwhile, Keith learnt day in and day out about treasure hunting, determined to stay a Pichu so that his small size would forever be an asset to them when they explored. They had their roles and their care for one another kept them going, no matter how hard those roles got.

But Trey was getting tired lately, and Keith could seem so overbearing when he was this tired. They were both adults, and yet, Keith seemed to have the unlimited energy of a child and the volume of a Loudred. It normally brought a smile to his face, but as he wanted to just sleep and recharge, every word was a headache.

"Aww, you're not listening," Keith eventually pouted, puffing out his cheeks. Trey sat up a bit, swallowing what was in his mouth.

"I was. I just don't have anything to say," he said quietly. "It's good to know, but jewels and stuff are your forte. So I'll mostly be counting on your for this stuff."

"Wait, when we get to the grotto, you're gonna help me dig, right? You gotta know this stuff," Keith groaned.

"Oh, right. Yeah, of course," he said, shaking his head. "Sorry, buddy."

"Fiiiiine, if you wanna be that way. Well how was your day, then? You look like you've gotten into a few rough battles," Keith giggled.

"Urf. No battles. Just heavy-duty engineering. I got myself shocked by the wires and stuff a few times," he groaned. "Sorry, I'm just moody because I'm starting to hate my instructor. He has me working for six hours straight or longer without a break."

"Ow. Not a break at all? Not even to like, get some fresh air?"

"Nope. Not to eat, not to stretch, not even to use the bathroom," he grumbled.

"Oh yeah, that last one's bad. At least you go before you go to bed, now," Keith giggled.

"Hm? What's that got to do with anything," he asked, tilting his head.

"You know, 'cos you wet the bed. So now that you go really late in the evening and stuff, you won't wet!" the Pichu laughed. Trey raised an eyebrow.

"Listen, Keith. You're the baby Pokémon, here. I don't wet the bed anymore," he said.

"Yes you do. And you're always holding us up on our trips, too! You stop us for a bathroom break like, every half an hour or something," Keith objected with a point.

"That specific? What do you do, take note or something?" he snickered. His face went flat when the Pichu nodded happily. "So what, you're gonna mock me now too, for a couple of bathroom mishaps I had in the past?"

"We're gonna have to talk to your instructor to let you go to the bathroom at least. We don't want you wetting yourself when you're training or something," Keith gasped exaggeratedly.

"C'mon, be serious now, buddy! I'm a mature Pikachu. I can hold a bit of urine just fine. Just, for that length of time, it gets uncomfortable. A bit," he said, looking away.

"There's no need to be nervous about it, Trey! Everyone has their own little weakness. Yours is just a bit embarrassing, is all," Keith laughed.

"Are you serious? Enough, Keith. I don't wet the bed and I don't have a bathroom problem. Don't go telling anyone weird stuff, you hear?" he raised his voice, standing up.

The Pichu gave it some thought, tilting his head left and right. "Hmm. Only if you can prove it to me."

"Prove it to you? How can I prove I don't have a bathroom weakness?"

"Drink a lot right now, and if you don't wet the bed tonight, I'll believe you," he said in a sing-song voice.

"This is just silly, Keith. I'm not doing this," Trey shook his head.

"'Cos you'll wet the bed?"

"I will not wet the bed!" he shouted. "I won't do this because it's stupid. And besides, what's in it for me? You can't expect me to do something that dumb and not have you do something in return."

"Oh if you win, you're off the hook. I won't embarrass you, and I'll admit that you're okay with the bathroom, now," he giggled.

"... No. There's gotta be more than that," Trey looked away, folding his arms. Keith starting thinking again, tilting that head cutely.

"Fine. If you win, I'll be a bottom for you," he proposed, looking away as well.

Trey took a moment to realise what was just said, and snapped back to face his partner. Keith's face was growing bright red, and he was twiddling his hands and feet. "Come again?"

"Y-you heard me. I'll... be a bottom. In... you know... that stuff," he said, going quiet.

Trey didn't know what to say. He'd never thought of his partner that way, nor did he ever imagine his partner thinking of him that way. Staying as a Pichu must have done something to slow down his maturity in more ways than his childish attitude and voice, since he had never shown signs of being interested in sex. In fact, this was the first time he had ever made a comment of the kind.

"There's a reason for this, isn't there?" Trey asked, realising.

"Reason?"

"Why would I want to do it with you? Better still, why would you suggest doing it with me?" he asked, folding his arms. Keith squeaked and went even redder. "Do you want to do it with me?"

"It's got nothin' to do with that, I just don't believe that you won't wet the bed," Keith argued. "Besides, I'm just that confident I'll win. 'Cos if I win, you're cleaning our dorm for a week."

"That barely compares, but fine. I'll make you regret this," he sighed, shaking his head.

"Sweet! I'll get us all set up," Keith cheered, rushing off. Trey stuck out a hand to stop him, but was left hanging.

"Guess washing up is my chore tonight again," he sighed, palming his face.

A couple of chores later, the duo was stood in front of their bunkbed with two large pots filled to the very tip with water. They stared at them and gulped, slowly exchanging nervous glances with one another. The pots were almost as tall as they were.

"Are we really going to do this?" Trey asked.

"Y-yeah. Oh yeah, to make sure neither of us sneaks out during the night either, I hid the key to the room. So once we drink, we're locked in," Keith said, nodding to himself.

"And if I wake up before you?"

"Then you'll just have to hold it until I wake up, then," he said with a snicker.

"Look Keith, tell me where the key is, at least. What if there's an emergency?"

"Fine. I slid it underneath the water bowl in the shower. If you give up, you can take it, I guess," he replied, tilting his head.

"Why do you sound so disappointed?"

"I'm not. I just... ah, let's just drink already!" he squealed, hugging the pot.

"Keith... you silly Pichu," Trey snickered, joining him. They had to start by sipping until the water was level enough to lift the pot and not have it spill over, and almost in sync, both were gulping down. Not ten seconds later, Trey was regretting taking on the bet. He was already satisfied from supper, and all this water was just stuffing him to his limit. He had to slow a bit to stop it from dribbling down his front, and even then, he could feel it weighing down his belly.

"Oog," Keith gurgled once he was finished, plopping the pot down. Trey wasn't far behind him, but one look at the Pichu told him that he wasn't alone in regretting it. Keith's belly sloshed and jiggled a bit, inflated a centimetre or two from the hefty amount of water. "Yeah... okay, just gimme a minute..."

"Whatever you say, buddy. Let's hit the hay," Trey snickered, heaving himself to bed. Keith gurgled a reply before forcing himself to follow.

The next morning...

That night was just as much trouble as Trey expected it to be. Deep into the night, he was kept awake by the natural warnings of his body, that he needed to go to the bathroom. Each time he ignored it and managed to shut his eyes, he would wake up again a little while later with the same problem, only slightly worse. Soon enough, he was sleeping with his legs crossed or his hands jammed between them, half concentrating on holding while the other half tried to dream.

When sunlight filtered through the window to wake him up, his eyes shot open and his heart jumped. He had slept, but his legs and hands were free, so he anxiously sat up and felt the feathery mattress in hopes of no accidents. It was totally dry, as were the blankets and things.

"I did it. Just like I said I would," Trey thought to himself triumphantly. But as soon as he slid off the bed, the crisis hit, and he shuddered, clutching between his legs as tight as he could. He normally needed to stretch and yawn first thing, but not this time. He needed to go, and now.

He made a break for the door, realising right away that he was so full and heavy right now that it hurt to run. He had to tiptoe on his hind legs, hands painfully clenching his crotch and shuddering. He could barely lift one to try and open the door, but it was locked.

"Locked?" he growled, scrunching up his face. Then it hit him. The water bowl in the bathroom. He waddled over there just as carefully, only to find the card key wasn't there. "Keith you stupid kid!"

His stomach rumbled loudly, sounding like rushing water. He moaned a bit and looked down at it, surprised to see his lower stomach had distended like an uneven water balloon. It was taut and smooth, actually hurting from pressing down on it so hard. He had to hurry, or all that would be staining his fur and the dorm floor.

He checked the shower, first. Nothing there. The small shower room cupboard. Just the usual. He moaned and hopped out of the room, checking the bookshelf, toolbox, and anywhere else that would make a good hiding spot, all to no avail. If Keith had hid the key, he hid it damn well.

"Keith!" Trey shouted repeatedly, shaking the Pichu. "Keith, get up you idiot!"

"Hnng... wha... huh?" his partner gurgled, lazily sitting up.

"Where's the card key?"

Keith rubbed his eyes. "Ain't it in the shower? That's where I put it," he said quietly, hardly awake.

"It's not there. I know you hid it somewhere, where is it? I gotta go like, now!" Trey hissed.

"Oh. You mean you held it? You're still holding it?" he said, waking up properly. Trey groaned at him, to which he stared back and giggled, putting a hand over his mouth. "Oopsie, looks like I was wrong. I guess you win!"

"The key, Keith. Now!" Trey growled.

"Okay okay, I'll go get it," he giggled, sliding off the bed. He stopped for a moment, leaning forward to put a hand between his own legs. "Oh er, I see what you mean, now. Gotta go, bad."

Trey concentrated on holding while his partner disappeared into the shower room, disappointed when he saw him emerge with a frown.

"I swear I left it underneath the bowl. Where could it have gone?" he squeaked.

"Well it's not there, and you're the one who hid it. Find it, Keith!"

"I know I know, I dunno where it is, though!" he squeaked, dancing on his toes. "Ooooh, where is it?"

"You seriously don't know where it is?" Trey asked, raising his voice. The very thought made his tummy rumble again, and he moaned and stretched.

"It's not under the bed or anything... oh man, this is bad," Keith moaned, becoming frantic as he searched all over the dorm.

"Damn it Keith, if this is all part of a prank or something, cut it out. I need to go so bad it hurts!" Trey shouted.

"I know, I just- I can't find it," he admitted, turning to Trey with a worried frown. He kept blushing, however. "I'm so certain I put it there... this is bad."

"Do something!" Trey ordered. The Pichu froze, still blushing while looking at his friend.

"We'll have to like, go somewhere else for now? Then we can look for it," he suggested.

"Oh yeah, and then you start going on about how you win the bet and stuff," Trey said. "The only other place to go is our sheaths or the floor!"

"Our sheaths... oh, that's-" he squeaked, going even redder. "Tha-that's so hot!"

Trey was the one pausing, now. "Pardon?"

"Sorry, I just... I didn't mean to lose the card key, Trey. I just... ooh, can you keep a secret?" he moaned.

"It's not really the time?" Trey complained.

"It's really important. It's been bothering me for a while, actually."

"Fine. You know we're partners for like, life. Can't promise you I'll take it seriously right now, but you can tell me anything," Trey said, trying his best to stop squirming. He couldn't take his hands away from his crotch.

"I... I think this is my... I really like it when you need to pee," he admitted. Trey was silenced. "I mean like, I love it when you need to pee. It's... it's just so, I don't know, it makes me want to do it? I just wanted to see you need to pee so I could, um, you know, when you went to training this morning."

"So that's your interest. This wasn't about embarrassing me, but getting over your own embarrassment," Trey said. "It's fine, though. I mean it."

"Really? Promise? I'm not like, super weird or gross or anything?"

"Promise. I'm not gonna think of you less because you have a kink. Everyone has 'em. Just make sure you keep it between us, okay?" the Pikachu said with a smile. Keith giggled and moaned, his face bright red. "That doesn't deal with the fact that our bladders are about to explode, though. If we've really lost the key, we'll have to call the staff."

"Yeah... but first... if you're really okay with it, then... well..." Keith mumbled, playing with his hands. "There is a place you can pee, you know."

Trey tilted his head, concentrating on holding, still. The Pichu slowly turned around and leaned against the bed, poking his backside out. He looked back when Trey didn't react, still blushing deeply. "Since it was my fault, I'll do what I said... and I'll hold it in for you, too."

"Wait, you're-" Trey gasped, almost letting loose right there. He knew what was being suggested without it being said, and surprisingly, the idea didn't ring alarm bells in his head. In fact, with how cute Keith was behaving, and how hard he knew he was, the idea actually didn't sound too bad, other than the definite mess that would be made. But it was either peeing all over the Pichu, or all over himself by wetting his sheath.

"In case you're worried, it's fine. I've been practicing... with fingers and stuff," he admitted, making Trey gawk.

"Keith," Trey shuddered, shivering sharply. His bladder was panging, now. He needed to go right this moment, and the metaphorical coin in his head was telling him to just go for it. "Okay, I didn't know you were going to go all in with this. It might hurt, so tell me to stop, okay?"

"It's only 'cos it's an emergency!" he squeaked.

Trey's heart was heavy, but the panging in his bladder ached too much to take it slow. He held the Pichu's ass with both paws, played about by sticking a finger into the tip of Keith's pucker, and then rubbed his tip against the edge. The finger made the Pichu whine, and when he began to push inside, heavy, sharp breaths came out, Keith scrunching up his face at the quick entry.

Now that he was here and doing this, Trey was impressed with the size of his partner and how easily he slipped in. He thought there would be pain and a struggle due to inexperience, but when Keith said he had been practicing, he really meant it. Maybe it was the Pichu's own bulging tummy that made his ass poke out and jiggle softly, but it was wide enough for them both to be comfortable, and the edge of his rectum had very little trouble accepting Trey's member, even though it came from a Pokémon larger than him.

Only the head was inside, but the moment Trey felt those soft, tight, fleshy walls squeezing around him, he couldn't help but let out a trickle and took in a sharp breath. It took all his strength to not just relieve himself right there. He tightened his grip on Keith's butt cheeks, slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper inside, until his hips were hugging up cosily against his partner. Keith only breathed out unevenly in response, but the continual squeezes of his anal passage told Trey just what kind of reactions he was getting. It stimulated him, and he lost control when Keith suddenly jolted, leaning up against the bed.

It started with a light, warm stream, and then he could relax, finally feeling the pressure begin to unload from his bladder. With a long, low, drawn out sigh of relief, Trey's piss streamed from his cock, flooding Keith's ass in warm fluid. It splashed against his walls and took up every bit of space, very quickly overflowing and forcing itself deeper into his body, filling him with liquid heat that felt like it was making its way right into his stomach.

Keith couldn't help but release a loud groan, arching his head back. The very idea of being stuffed with urine made him horny, and now that it was a reality, it took him to heaven right away, immediately growing erect and leaking a light bit of pre. The piss felt like a warm water balloon was filling his rear and stomach, the force of the stream and it travelling through his lower tummy just stimulating him all over until all his was aware of feeling was pleasure. Tons of pressure as well, as his stomach began to bloat up and bulge against the bed, but all that just added to the pleasure. Soon enough he was a moaning wreck, drunk on sex with his tongue hung out of his mouth, all feeling lost besides that hard dick in his rear and the sordid liquid flooding him.

As for Trey, he was growing to like the experience. He had been so upset about his instructor and the mocking adults that he never stopped to realise just how enjoyable relieving himself could be. Holding it for stupid amounts of time hurt, but letting loose like this, inside a partner who he loved and was certain was enjoying the filling; it gave him a strange level of satisfaction that had him hallucinating a bit. He couldn't believe what he was doing for one, but to a bigger extent, he couldn't believe how good it felt. He must've peed out a litre or two, and yet not a drop leaked due to his member plugging Keith's ass so tightly, the two chu shuddering and sighing in pleasure the whole time.

He barely even realised when he was done, but his urges spiked when he was. He paused for a moment to let Keith catch his breath, who was now lying on the bed like he had just run a marathon. The Pichu's belly had grown wide and stretched out far enough that he couldn't see his own feet, but being that full left him content. That was until Trey fell back, and he began to fall back with him.

"T-Trey," Keith gurgled, holding his belly. His hands couldn't reach one another now, and his belly jiggled with a loud, heavy sloshing sound with his movement. He wound up sitting on top of Trey, having to focus on tightening his ass around the member, determined to hold all the liquid within him. Trey's cock plugged his ass, even though he felt like he was going to burst.

And then it suddenly began to leave his behind, the Pikachu's hands gripping his sides and lifting him off. He breathed anxiously and then let out a sharp squeak when Trey pulled back down, prodding that dick deep into him again. It pressed against a sensitive spot in his butt, sending strong wave of pleasure spiking through him. He trembled harshly, his heart racing when he was lifted again, not ready to feel that spot get prodded again. But it did when he was brought back down, and it forced a louder moan out of him.

Trey very quickly worked up a rhythm, keeping his hands locked at the Pichu's sides, carefully bouncing him on his member. Keith's walls massaged his dick with an increasing tightness, the wetness from the pissing earlier making their movements addictively slick and quick. The rising pleasure across Keith caused his ass to tighten considerably as their mating intensified, which in turn drove Trey's enjoyment and effort through the roof. Before long, the sounds of their sex were loud enough to echo out of the room, from Trey's growls and groans of relief, to Keith's squeaky, yelping breaths, to the heavy sloshing of his overfilled tummy.

With how smooth and tight the Pichu's passage was, it wouldn't be long before an orgasm was hit. Already, Trey could feel his body straining and tightening, but he was in such a high mood now that he didn't want to stop. He slowed down a bit just to try and savour his peak, kicking himself up so that he was hugging Keith from behind. He kept bouncing the Pichu, but slid his head around so that their cheeks were nuzzling, weak electricity being shared between the two. All the time they kept moaning, huffing and slapping their hips against one another, drawing out each other's pleasure as much as they could.

And then, Keith let out a sharp yelp, arching his back hard. His moaning became long and drawn out, a truly pleasured whine if he knew one. He totally lost control and began to spasm, overwhelmed by the rising spikes of feeling that dick in his prostate brought him. His eyes shut tight, his arms crunched, and he arched back even harder, and then he was cumming, firing long, stringy spurts of white cream up into the air, all over the floor and bed.

"K-Keith," Trey managed to moan out amongst his own huffs. With the Pichu's movements came a spike in Trey's own pleasure, as if his dick was suddenly constricted and milked like a vacuum sucking from a straw. His pounding grew rough and out of control, and he fell back, clenching his own eyes shut as his toes curled and grip tightened. He came harder than he had ever in his life, reaching that same peak where nothing could be felt besides the heavenly release of his semen.

They were no small loads, either. Keith looked as though he was spewing more cum than his body should've been able to produce, the force of his spurts picking up the moment Trey's orgasm hit. A puddle of it had formed on the floor and soaked into the bed, and yet more was still coming, covering enough space on the floor that a dog could get a worthwhile drink from it.

Meanwhile Trey couldn't seem to stop, firing thick, heavy spurts deep into Keith's ass, forcing that bulging stomach to stretch ever further as sperm filled him to the brim and beyond. It was almost too much for the poor Pikachu, he was releasing so much that he was eventually straining and grunting with his want to keep going. He could even feel how heavy Keith was getting, content at how much of a moaning mess his partner had become.

Almost as if they passed out from their orgasms, light and awareness took several minutes to return to the two chu. They were flat on the floor, Trey still hugging Keith with his cock plugging his ass. Their breathing was heavy, and Trey was still leaking little dribbles of cum, grunting lightly with each release. Keith's belly was drenched in his own cum, so stretched out and taut that one would think the Pichu was somehow carrying quadruplets. It jiggled with every movement as well, the heavy amount of liquid leaving him with that drunk, overfilled feeling.

"C-can't- anymore... damn Keith," Trey finally grunted, loosening his grip. The Pichu replied with a content whine, happy to stay where he was. "I-I have to pull out... I c-can't take anymore..."

"D-don't, it'll come out," Keith squeaked in warning, starting to breathe heavier. He knew he needed to let it out however, and his mind flicked a light switch. "Th-the shower. Carry me to the shower tub, I-I can let it out there."

With struggled, desperate movements, Trey pushed himself to sit up, and then cradled Keith with a tight hug, his barely erect member just about keeping the Pichu's ass from exploding. The urgency filled him with some kind of adrenaline however, and he was able to walk to the shower tub, promptly pulling the Pichu off to put him down in there.

Not even a second after his cock left Keith's ass, all the liquid began to drain from him. Trey tiredly leaned against the edge of the tub while Keith was lost in yet another orgasmic high, tongue hung out and squeaking cries coming out as the mixture of piss and cum sprayed out from his behind, an amount that even surprised the observing Trey. So much was pouring out that it began to fill the tub a bit even though the drain plug wasn't in. The tub was small and make for standing in, but that was still an achievement nonetheless.

"Sho much," Keith gurgled, eventually falling flat into the juices. He was barely conscious again, overstimulated and not caring that his front was getting stained by the pee and cum below him. Trey didn't make an effort to lift him out of that either, content with how happy his partner looked. They needed to call for staff so that they could unlock their dorm and get a new card key, but that could wait, he felt. And with the discovery of how deeply he loved his partner, maybe they could spend some time talking about it properly while cleaning their dorm, and sharing the shower or something. Yeah, that sounded nice.

The sounds of the liquid gurgling down the drain caught his attention for a moment. He palmed his face, realising that he could've just peed in the shower and this whole mess could've been avoided, since the shower drains were connected to the same drains as the restrooms. Still, this was a time he could bless that short sight. With this new kink, and a routine that always left him bursting to pee in the evenings, life would never be the same for the duo.