Pikachu felt his shirt stick to the back of his neck with sweat. He had been sitting all day at school, class after class dealing with the lack of air conditioning. His mind wandered, but not enough to keep him away from the sweltering, boiling heat. He kept his eyes vaguely open, hardly paying attention to the instructor in the slightest. He hadn't changed out of his Phys. Ed. clothes, even though it was against the dress code. He just didn't care.

Repetitive knocks on the door like consecutive punches to the wall were heard from his seat in the back. Everyone turned and stared, yet Pikachu was so tired, that he didn't care in the slightest. Then the door creaked open, in almost slow motion. He saw a pair of curving legs in tights, large, bouncing bosom perched atop a flat stomach, hidden, but not obscured by a shirt. He smelled a seductive, mind riling strawberry shampoo in the air. Sweat making her face gleam, her cheeks becoming rosy. Pikachu's eyes traveled up her form. Her large, round rump, her firm, smooth thighs, her plump miltanks. He saw her long, brunette hair take form from the door. He looked at her shirt, draped loosely over her frame, her curves were visible through it's thin fabric. In all of their glory, they screamed for him.

She was the only one to make him like this. Jigglypuff. He felt himself harden as he stared. It took a lot to get Pikachu up, he trained himself to not have it happen randomly in class, and he wore tight underwear, so that his soft size would look rather small, to hide his enormous iron rod. When he was hard, his Tarzan reached his navel. His Mr. Mime extended, becoming juicier and meatier. It slipped out of his abnormally tight underpants. He knew that if it extended to its full length, it would be nigh visible to others through his thin gym shorts, but he kept staring. His eyes couldn't stop taking in her form.

They had been dating for two weeks, and he still hadn't seen her naked. He knew what he had to do. He raised his hand, revealing his armpit's sweat stains, but he didn't even care.

"Teacher, may I use the restroom?" Pikachu asked. The wait for the answer was insane. He already felt eyes on him like needles. He began to sweat more profusely in his armpits. The teacher, however continued talking to his girlfriend, telling her the work she missed, he assumed. His leg began to spasm, he knew it was poking through his shorts. He felt his forehead gleam with sweat. He silently thanked all of the legendary pokemon and Arceus he had short hair.

"Mr. Bulbasaur!" Pikachu said, loud enough to fill up the room this time. "May I use the restroom!?" The teacher looked at him lazily, as if he had been interrupted- well maybe he was, but this was important. Pikachu sat there, anxiously waiting for a reply.

"Sure-" As soon as he uttered the words, Bulbasaur quickly gorilla walked out, and sprinted down the hallway. He made it to the bathroom.

He sighed, finally being able too have some alone time. He barreled into a stall, and tore off his shorts. He looked down at his hairy, muscular third leg. He grabbed it, thrusting his hands upwards and downwards. He winced in pleasure. He thought of her curves, her body! His grip tightened, and his squirtle was growing more and more hard. It felt like steel. Soon he started to feel friction. He couldn't stop at this point, but he would have a fire on his hands if he didn't have any lotion. He looked in his pockets. He felt close to climax. His vein pumped blood. He dug through his pcokets, and saw some hand sanitizer. He grabbed it, put it on his hands, and immediately started to fondle his tip, then moving down to the base, he moved up and sown with his hands, and it began to burn. He looked down, and it got redder and redder. It felt like his hands were steel wool on sandpaper.

With a loud crack, he saw Jigglypuff burst into the bathroom stall. It was not unisex. She had never seen him this way. Then she did the last thing the expected. She pulled off her shirt, she was going bra-less, and he saw her exposed, glistening, sweaty luvdiscs. He proceeded to grab her, and push her to the floor. He saw her cute, innocent expression, and she said "Do it," while pulling off her own tights.

He started by gently massaging her chest, feeling them tighten and relax under his hands, teasing her. He then pressed his mouth to hers, and started kissing profusely. She moaned and groaned, their tongues interlocking. His lips traveled lower, nipping her neck, sucking down to her clavicle. "Ugghh, yess." Tanner loved hearing her moan. She submitted to him, becoming limp as he kissed lower, hugging her body, sucking her vanillites. He moved his hands up and down her waist. Biting ferociously, It was getting sweaty in there, a mass of arms and legs and flesh. She then grinded on him, his ditto pumping and twitching. She was so turned on, she needed to be relieved. She whispered in her ear "My cloyster..." He instantly knew what she meant. He chose to tease her some more, not really listening to her. He turned her around, and grabbed her butt. She squirmed, and spread her cheeks, bending over.

He took off his shirt, then stuck two fingers in, spreading her further, to fit his titanic manhood. He clasped her clefairies, and thrusted his diglett in, raging more than ever. She squealed. Her face showed pain, he loved to see her struggle. "No, stop, not there..." He started to push in and out slowly, between his sweat and her juices, they were smoothly operating. He stroked her hair. She then felt a luxurious sensation as he rubbed himself inside of her. He felt ginormous. She told him to speed up, and he was near squirtle.

Then she pulled off of him and spread her legs. He looked at her, she was clean shaven. Her long, slender, curving legs. She was tingling all over, and he went in. They were kissing and thrusting in unison, and her hands scraped his hard, smooth abs, his back muscles, his face. She loved him inside of her, she was at her peak. She felt a steaming fireworks of pleasure, and nearly doubled over as she came. Her fluids dripped out, he kept thrusting, yet her pleasure was short lived. Soon she was in hypersensitivity, her pain was extraordinary. Her facial expression was ferocious and pain filled. She felt his liquids spill inside of her, not caring if she bore a child, she felt the ecstasy, and they pulled apart, only to embrace again.

"Was I good?" Pikachu asked.

"Yeah" she replied, "Might want to get out before we get caught, though." They were in a state of sex-induced haze then, too much so to realize that their clothes were covered in excretions and sweat, too much so to realize the other person in the bathroom, too much so to realize that he knew everything. The kid knew what they did, and didn't need much evidence to make someone know. Pikachu snapped to attention as the kid tried to walk away. That kid's dead now.

NO WITNESSES!