Hospital Hijinx
(Yet ANOTHER story with a medical Motif. Don't worry, this one doesn't have any horny nurses or doctors. Adults only, please.)
Hosptial Hijinx
The bone rocketed past him as if it were shot out of a cannon; spinning and whirling with a speed that easily surpassed "Fast"; yet Squirtle was faster still. He dove onto his belly just as the bone shot past his head: ricocheting off a nearby tree and returning to its owner's paw- a Cubone. Ash tightened the glove on his hands in uncertainty, a nervous habit he had picked up from somewhere. By all counts, he should be winning this fight! He had the type advantage, positive he had level advantage, and Squirtle was an experienced pokemon. He shouldn't be losing. But he was. The other trainer, a boy named Vince, was standing there with one hand on his hip and casually shouting out orders to the Cubone who obeyed them. He hadn't once withdrawn the creature or switched pokemon, and Cubone hadn't once failed to comply to an order. The end result of all this was that, so far, Ash was down two pokemon: Squirtle was his third.
"Ok...Squirtle...return!" Ash shouted, exposing a small red and white orb in his right hand. The other trainer and his Cubone both stopped and stared, eyes arched in confusion as Ash displayed what he thought was brilliance.
"Givin' up already Ketchum?" The teen chuckled quietly, "That's cool, Blitz needed a break." The Cubone stood, twisting his bone around in his paw like a seasoned baton twirler.
"No, just changing tactics! Pikachu!" Ash called, pointing a finger at his highest level pokemon. The pokemon in question was sitting quietly nearby, watching the poke-battle with bright, curious eyes. A Pikachu. And not just any Pikachu, but one of the most powerful Pikachu Ash had ever met. There was no question Ash's mind who was going to win now.
Vince, however, burst into a heavy string of laughter, as did the Cubone next to him.
"S-so lemme get this straight, Ash. You, You switched out a pokemon with type advantage, to a pokemon without type advantage? How on earth did you even get to the pokemon league?" Vince snickered again before crossing his arms, the Cubone following suit.
"So, time to end this, I've got a boat to catch."
Blitz sprang forward suddenly, much faster then a short, pudgy little Cubone should have been able to-but Pikachu was faster still. He dodged to one side as the Cubone struck towards him with a white blur of marrow and bone- the bone club technique.
"Pikachu, thunder!" Ash shouted. It was the strongest technique an electric type pokemon like Pikachu could learn. It would work. No doubt about it. The Cubone paused and shot a glance towards his trainer, as if to ask: "Is he serious?!" Vince responded as such with a shrug, and a shake of his head.
"Do it Pikachu!" Ash shouted. The little mouse in front of Cubone began to glow and spark, while electricity pulsed and built up within the small red sacks on his cheeks. Cubone stood there, eyes wide, bone club resting one his hip, his other paw scratching his head curiously.
"You-you're not actually gonna try and zap me, are ya?" Blitz asked in a puzzled voice. The Pikachu blinked, ignored the question, and fired. A blazing yellow burst of electricity filled the air, making the individual hairs on Ash's neck stand on end. The electric burst of energy whipped through the air towards the Cubone as an un-escapable torrent of lightning: rippling the air around its path. Cubone stood there and watched as it slammed into his chest, before dissipating into the afternoon air.
"Cause...cause... see, ground types, like me, are immune to...to electricity." Cubone explained. Pikachu bit his lower lip, his ears perking slightly at the Cubone's words. Humph. Just words. No matter, Ash's plan was working exactly as expected: Confuse the Cubone with a lighting attack, and then strike! He waited for Ash to give the command. Of course it was Ash's plan. There was no other obvious choice...
"OH MAN!" Ash whined. "I Forgot!! ARRGGHH!!. Cubones are strong against electric attacks!" Pikachu blinked. Cubone laughed. Vince sighed.
"Y, your kiddin' me right?! That was it?! That was your trainer's big plan?!" Cubone laughed. Pikachu frowned.
"W, well see...uh...Sometimes Ash..." Pikachu began.
"No. No, there's no excuse;" Cubone interjected, "He's an idiot." he sighed, rubbing the back of his head. Pikachu stood there, looking to Cubone, then to Vince, who stood there, shocked at Ash's rather novice move.
"Soooo, I'm gonna beat you up, ok?" Cubone asked, and quite before Pikachu could respond, the Cubone whipped his club at the rodent again. Pikachu dodged to one side and the club hit the tree at an awkward angle, climbing sharply into the air, and disappearing into the atmosphere. The two pokemon looked at each other and Cubone scratched his head.
"Well...shit! Let's call it a draw?" the Cubone offered meekly. Pikachu grinned, and slowly, began to circle his now defenseless opponent.
"Well...damn it. Ok Blitzy! Do some damage with Focus Energy!" Vince yelled. The Cubone sighed. He only had a pawful of attacks without his bone club, wherever that went. He closed his eyes, and began to concentrate, while a whitish glow surrounded his body.
Muscles. Pikachu saw muscles and nothing but while the other pokemon powered up, becoming absolutely pumped, and Pikachu became rather worried.
"Pikachu! Skullbash! Ash hollered.
"But...but I don't know skullbash." Pikachu whimpered back.
"I mean, Headbutt! I always get those two mixed up." Ash mumbled. Pikachu sighed and charged forward, racing towards the unmoving, much too muscular Cubone in front of him.
" Thisisn'tgonnaworkthisisn'tgonnaworkthisisn'tgonnawork..." Pikachu whined as he zoomed ahead. Cubone didn't move.
"Sesmic toss pal." Vince yelled. Suddenly, the ground twisted up from under Pikachu. He saw the sky, Cubone, the wet grass underneath him, and then, stars. Bright yellow and white ones, and felt nothing but jarring pain.
"Critical hit! Way to go Blitz!" Vince yelled happily.
"Pikachu!" Ash yelped, and it was then, at that very moment, while Cubone was standing over Pikachu and grinning, that the bone club, which had just visited low orbit, came rocketing down, and slammed into Pikachu's stomach.
"...dude..." Cubone whimpered, looking at the now completely unconscious Pikachu. Ash was in a frantic scramble towards his partner, cradling him in his arms when he reached him.
"Yeeeeah...I'm thinkin' pokecenter." Vince said softly.
DAY ONE
"Owwww." Pikachu whined quietly, sitting up in bed. His head. His head throbbed. Like very tiny midgets with hammers were pounding away at the inside of his skull, while a live rave took place at the same time. Groggily, the small mouse glanced around at his surroundings. Pokemon sized small white room. A bed he was sitting on, a small brown television. Well at least he wasn't in a pokeball. That was good. He briefly wondered where Ash was before collapsing onto his back with a heavy, pained sigh. His stomach hurt...
Pikachu was about to drift off to sleep again when the door quietly opened, and a young woman walked in. She as wearing the typical white nurse's uniform, with a little hat over ruby colored locks of hair. Pikachu knew her instantly.
"Good afternoon Pikachu. I'm terribly sorry your owner had to leave you here, but don't worry, your in good hands. This is a poke center hospital!" She explained but Pikachu only got half of all that. His head was spinning and the words from the bubbly nurse all seemed to spill together.
"From Hitmonlee's with broken legs to Pikachu's with electrical problems. All of them don't like poke balls, just like you, so..." Nurse Joy continued. Pikachu wasn't really listening anymore. He was just tired all of a sudden. Nurse Joy did say something about medicine, specifically, medicine she had given him, which was more then likely the cause of his sudden addiction to sleep. He blinked at Nurse Joy a few times, trying to clear his darkening vision, but she faded away, just like the rest of the world, sending Pikachu into a deep, restful slumber.
The activities one does in a hospital without many friends can be summed up in one word: boring. Small room, small, crappy t.v.. Nothing to do other then rest and sleep, which was exactly what Pikachu had been doing for the past three hours. And now, in the wee hours of the morning, when everything was quiet and still, Pikachu was wide awake, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, making friends with shadows on his wall. He could have sworn he could hear voices telling him to get some sleep, but he didn't. He couldn't. After the several dozen small naps he took during the day, he was absolutely geared to be up right now, which wasn't what he wanted. He wanted as much sleep as possible. He wanted out of the hospital, and battling at Ash's side once more, and sighed. Usually a nice, long day of battle and exercise would send him to sleep in seconds. That wasn't the case this time, and he couldn't figure out what it was that he'd do to get himself tired enough for sleep. Then it hit him. He blushed slightly, kicking back the covers at the particularly naughty thought that took hold and directed his actions. Slowly, he reached a paw down, sliding it over the sleek belly and lemon colored thighs until he reached his privates.
"Chaaa..." Pikachu whispered, already feeling the effects of his activities. He reached down a little further, massaging the sensitive soft fur, until he felt his sheath responding to the stimulation. Regardless of the fact he was alone in the room, and it was quite dark, the little mouse feel rather exposed, doing what he was doing in the middle of the bed, the covers off. Soon, the bright red finger of the penis slowly came into view, poking the tip free from it's protective covering.
"O, oh...oooh.." Pikachu whimpered quietly, both his paws working now. One reached a bit lower, to clutch at the small tight orbs underneath while his other paw slowly traced it's way ticklish along the underside of his bobbing arousal. With a sudden jolt from the paw wrapped around his erection, Pikachu shocked himself, giving his ruby tinted meat a stimulating electric jolt. A wet splash of precum landed all over the little chu's belly and Pikachu arched his hips, letting off a long, lustful moan of pleasure. How long had it been since he had a chance to do this to himself? The randy little mouse let his mind wonder while his body took over the job for him. Another wet splatter of pre landed on his tummy, coating the little mouse in his own syrup, which riveted off his body , leaving his fur damp and wet. It had been quite sometime after all, that Pikachu had experienced any sort of sensual excitement. In fact, the last time he could recall it was when he was the victim of a Skitty's infatuation move. Another wet burst. The poor mouse was soaking himself with his own juices, but he didn't care, he was far to into the process to worry about a little thing as getting wet. But something did cross his mind. Forcing his paws away from his demanding erection, Pikachu sat up, panting quietly, and glanced around the room. His eyes already accustom to the gloom of the shadowy hospital room, he could faintly make out a small tray sitting next to his bed. Cold dinner, as it turned out. On the tray next to it was a little toothbrush, which was quietly sitting there, looking in perfect condition. Strange...but perfect.
"Perfect." Pikachu churred quietly, his voice a drunken slur that's to the raging erection between his legs. He reached over with one paw, taking the small object out of it's plastic wrapping and looked it over, while his other paw continued to stroke and tease this bobbing cock. He placed the toothbrush in his muzzle, suckling on the bristles and chewing on it occasionally while his hips gave another involuntary buck upwards.
"Y, yeah..." Pikachu whimpered. No one was around, he was alone in the room... quietly, he rolled over onto his tummy, ignoring the sudden shooting pain from his stomach, and hiked his rump into the air, raising his tail like a little flag. Toothbrush in paw, he reached around and pressed it slowly, into the tight little pink entrance of his behind.
"Chaaaa....aaaaa..." Pikachu wined, his voice cracking with an unknown level of need as he stimulated both ends at once. Getting taken from behind was so much more intense then he thought it would be, as with his penis brushing up and down against the soft pillow underneath him, Pikachu was positive he wouldn't last long at all. Another bolt of pain from his belly prompted him to roll over onto his back, the toothbrush pressing deeper into his bottom while his cock shot straight up into the air.
"Piiiiiiiii.....k, kaaa..." Pikachu drooled. He trusted his hips up again, jamming the toothbrush deeper into him and wrapped his paws around his cock, holding tightly. He hadn't ever attempted a shock when he was so close before, just the simple sensation of touching his penis made him want to burst, but he held back, determined to try. When he did finally muster up the concentration to give his arousal one stimulating blast of electricity- he came. Not only did the adorable little mouse cum, but he came. His rear end clenched around the toothbrush while his cute little cock burst like a volcano, spilling Pikachu's creamy white honey all over himself. Lost in pleasure, the wet, sticky mouse nearly passed out as each burst sent a jarringly hard sensation of pleasure through his body. Exhausted and finally spent, Pikachu collapsed onto his back. He wiggled his bottom, feeling the hot toothbrush still poking free and sighed, reaching down to pull it out. It was the most amazing orgasm he has ever experienced and it more then did the trick. He didn't have a hope at staying awake now.
"Mmmm, I've..gotta find something better to do tomorrow.." Pikachu mumbled quietly.
"Good." Replied a voice in the room that was not his own. "So maybe tomorrow night we can sleep without the lustful squeals of horny rodent?"
The End?