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Not for the first time, Elliot invited her on an overnight trip into the woods out past National Park. Nothing could beat that first time though, in Brooke’s opinion. Elliot had been so very eager and naive that night. Like a Zubat in a noisy room, crashing into the same wall for a third time in a row.
While the foot trails of National Park itself were always packed with hikers and bug catchers, it didn’t take much to sneak off into their own secluded little area. The trees weren’t as old and grand as Ilex Forest, but perhaps that was just as well. Elliot didn’t need the added pressure of an ancient forest guardian watching over him while not-so-subtly probing if there was any chance Brooke would actually put out later that night.
“Hm? What’s that, Pikachu?” Brooke said, scooping her favorite and only pokemon up into her arms, pressing Pikachu tight against her chest. “Of course I won’t, silly. You don’t have to worry about anything like that~”
Pikachu looked up at Brooke with those adorable beady eyes of hers, having not asked any question at all, but used to Brooke answering anyway. Talking to Pikachu was so much fun that Brooke didn’t mind playing both halves of the conversation.
“Are you just going to sit there cuddling Pikachu all evening, or do you plan to help out at all this time, Brooke?”
Much better than talking with her boyfriend, Brooke was quickly reminded. As was the proper order of things, Brooke was seated at the picnic table by their campsite, while Elliot—the big strong man—would take care of all the busy work. Though given the tent was still a sorry pile of bent poles and canvas, maybe ‘take care of’ was overestimating his abilities. Again.
“I’d love to help out, but without a tent, poor Pikachu here is going to freeze,” Brooke said, already undoing the tie around her collar, in no hurry to stand up. “If only my usually dependable boyfriend weren’t struggling to get it up tonight…”
Brooke pulled open her collar, causing Pikachu to perk up, pressing her head up against Brooke’s neck, trying to stick her nose inside. She loved Brooke’s scent, and it tickled so much when Pikachu started to get excited.
“Really, Brooke?” Elliot complained, trying to pick up one of the poles. He then let out an amusing yelp, very narrowly avoiding whacking himself in the shin from his carelessness. “Shit. Why am I always the one doing everything? Is it too much to ask just to do your fair share?”
“I am! I’m keeping Pikachu warm,” Brooke said, giggling at Pikachu’s spiky yellow fur rubbing against the crook of her neck. “But if you really don’t have it in you, you know you can just tell me, right? There’s nothing to be ashamed about, lots of guys can have trouble pitching a tent.”
Elliot dropped the pole again, clattering back down onto the messy pile on the ground. When he bent down to grab it, his hat slid off, and Brooke couldn’t stop herself from laughing. His green camping outfit really wasn’t too far off from hers, but those shorts of his were a bit too short, and showing off his legs didn’t do him nearly as many favors. Who was going around telling impressionable guys to wear shorts like that? It was hardly summer anymore!
“I know why you’re laughing, Brooke,” Elliot said, finally starting to put the disconnected pieces of pole together as he turned around. “Don’t think that I don’t notice when you say—Oh, come on!”
Needless to say, Elliot hadn’t noticed. While he was busy bitching and whining about nothing, Pikachu was getting rowdy as always. And Brooke’s collar had finally widened enough for Pikachu to fit her head inside. By the time Elliot turned back towards them, only her cute little feet were left dangling out the top.
“You’re going to stretch out all your shirts like that, you know,” Elliot said, as if he hadn’t warned her a million times before.
“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Brooke said, feigning offense with practiced ease. She squeezed Pikachu through the fabric of her top for emphasis as she went on. “Are you trying to say I’m too flat? I don’t think my chest is so small that a tiny little Pikachu should cause any problems…”
“Pika!”
Pikachu cheered happily inside Brooke’s shirt, as she squirmed around trying to make herself comfortable. If there was anyone Brooke could count on, it certainly wasn’t her boyfriend.
“You know what I meant, Brooke,” Elliot said, refusing to play along. “You always just let Pikachu do whatever she wants.”
“Of course I do!” Brooke said, reaching down her shirt to rub Pikachu more directly, feeling the pleasant buzz of static against her hand and chest. “Pikachu is just the cutest, isn’t she? You should know better than to say ‘no’ to a cute girl, Elliot. Besides, all Pikachu wants to do is cuddle, is that so wrong?”
Brooke leaned back against the picnic table, breaking eye contact with Elliot as she threw her head back towards the sky. It was still hours before any stars would be out, but just the clouds were rather pretty. Brooke giggled as Pikachu nuzzled up against her chest, but tried her best to keep still.
“Sure, Pikachu just wants to ‘cuddle’,” Elliot said with a sigh. “Why do you always act like you’re embarrassed of me, when you’re the one—Er, Brooke… What are you doing?”
Brooke pulled her hand back out of her shirt, taking her bra along with it. She had a little trouble reaching some of the hooks, but Pikachu was quite helpful there. Much more than her boyfriend, at any rate.
“Didn’t you just tell me to stop stretching out my shirt? Pikachu likes direct skin contact best,” Brooke explained, holding her hand out behind her and letting her bra slip from her fingers onto the table. “And for the record, it is embarrassing to go out in public with you. It’s bad enough my boyfriend is such a wimp, without everyone else finding out about it too. They might think I actually let you inside me!”
Fuck, Brooke must be hornier than she thought if she was bringing up having sex before Elliot. But she always got like this eventually when Pikachu was crawling on top of her. The fur of her stomach wrapped nice and snug around the curve of Brooke’s breast. And yes, there was a curve! Two, in fact. And plenty big enough for Pikachu to enjoy.
Under the mistaken impression he was permitted to come near her, Elliot gave up on the tent, walking close to the picnic table.
“I’m not the one ‘cuddling’ her pokemon naked,” Elliot said. “And most of the weird looks we get are because you always say shit like that! Random strangers don’t want to hear about—”
Whatever Elliot went on to say after that, Brooke opted to ignore it. Well, maybe that made it sound like more of a conscious decision than it really was. Brooke just felt her head starting to grow fuzzy from Pikachu’s attention, and didn’t fight the sensation. Why would she refuse such a welcome distraction from all her boyfriend’s endless nagging?
“There’s nothing wrong with a little nudity,” Brooke said, sitting up briefly to finish taking off her shirt, not caring if Elliot was trying to say something else right now. “We’re out in the middle of the wilderness this weekend, who are we going to run into? It’s a private show tonight, so just be happy you get to see a pair of cuties cuddling together without any clothes on~”
Brooke hugged Pikachu a little tighter against her chest as she laid back down again, letting out a hiss of pleasure as Pikachu’s cheek pouch rubbed right against her nipple. It was just a small shock, nothing like what Brooke knew Pikachu was capable of, but it was more than enough to get her going. And to leave her wanting way more.
“Do you think I’m an idiot, Brooke?” Elliot asked, as if Brooke hadn’t told him a million times before. “Only one of us is too damn into this right now, and it definitely isn’t me.”
“Sure, sure, you’re never as eager as Pikachu,” Brooke laughed. “But—fuck, settle down you little minx!—haven’t we talked about all this stuff before, Elliot? Ah, wait, hold on…”
Brooke’s legs sprawled into the air, her skirt flipping up to give Elliot one hell of a show. Brooke was too distracted to pay him any mind though, as Pikachu nestled in perfectly between her breasts to complete the circuit with both her nipples. Liquid pain coursed through Brooke’s chest, too shallow to reach her heart, but deep enough to make it pound like crazy. She didn’t know how long she kept screaming, but Elliot was still trying to talk to her by the end of it, so it couldn’t have been that long.
“—ever going to have a serious conversation about this? The last time I tried, you just threatened to leave me unless I gave in!”
Ignoring Elliot’s yapping for another moment, Brooke let out a sigh, slumping back against the picnic table. Pichaku hadn’t stopped entirely, but she knew how sensitive Brooke was when coming down from orgasm. Holding back enough to just tickle, rather than bathe Brooke in more delicious agony.
“Fuck… That totally ruined my panties just then,” Brooke moaned, spreading her legs apart wide enough to let Elliot see, the cool evening air licking at the growing damp spot. “Be a dear and take them off for me, will you?”
Underwear was just the worst. Always getting in the way when Brooke wanted to cum, and then getting all sticky and gross when she couldn’t be bothered to take them off. It was Elliot’s fault for insisting she wear them in the first place, just because her skirt maybe rode up a little too high when she bent over. Like Brooke couldn’t fluster him by bending over even while wearing panties. All it meant was she had to remember to do it a little more often.
“Ugh… can’t you do it yourself?” Elliot said. “It’s getting dark, and I still have a tent to pitch.”
“Are you for real, Elliot? I’m sure it won’t take you more than a couple seconds,” Brooke complained. “If you can’t jump to action when a girl is literally lying down and demanding you rip her panties off, I don’t know what more you expect me to do.”
Brooke wiggled her hips suggestively, before planting a kiss on Pikachu’s head. That was all the prompting Pikachu needed to start gnawing on her nipple, those sharp front teeth of hers driving Brooke crazy all over again.
“Brooke…” Elliot sighed, like he was the aggrieved one still stuck wearing uncomfortably damp panties. “If I do this, will you promise to put down Pikachu and actually talk about this for once?”
Like the pushover he was, Elliot already started reaching under Brooke’s skirt before she had agreed to any such nonsense. He couldn’t resist her for long, of course. That’s what made him so easy.
“Elliot, we did talk about it. You said so yourself,” Brooke said, lifting her hips up just enough from the table to help Elliot grab the back of her panties’ waistband. “You complained, I called you a whiny loser and told you to deal with it, you gave up. Or were you actually expecting to win an argument? You can’t even win a pokemon battle!”
She could’ve gone on longer, but just then Pikachu finally broke the skin, another moan escaping Brooke’s lips. She was such a cute, bloodthirsty little rat, always so excited whenever battling was brought up. Not that Pikachu ever really needed much encouragement to ruin Brooke’s chest even worse than her panties. Which were now down past her knees, as Elliot pulled them down and Brooke had to close her legs together to help.
“Will you quit that? I don’t want this to be an argument,” Elliot argued. “Could you just for once… maybe… even just pretend like what I do matters to you? Would it really kill you to do that much?”
Brooke waited before responding, pulling one foot through, then the other, as Elliot dutifully held her panties in place for her. What he did with them after that wasn’t any of her business. And here Elliot was acting like she never gave him anything in return.
“Look, Elliot. I’m not going to fake an orgasm just because you’ll feel bad otherwise,” Brooke said, stretching out her legs once more and moaning in contentment, now free of such bothersome restrictions as underwear. “You don’t have to feel inadequate just because Pikachu can actually make me cum. I’ve been together with her for way longer than you, of course she knows my body way better~”
“I don’t feel ‘inadequate’ because I can’t produce 100,000 volts of electricity on command,” Elliot said, even though that did make Pikachu sound a lot more impressive by comparison. “If you’d recall, I’m not the one who fried all the nerves in her erogenous zones before she even knew how to masturbate properly!”
Ouch, that stung. Pikachu’s teeth, specifically. Brooke’s pain tolerance varied wildly for different parts of her body, depending on how much attention Pikachu usually gave them. She had climbed up just a little too high up Brooke’s chest, biting hard against her collarbone. Brooke’s hips bucked just as hard in response, lacking any real source of pleasure to balance out the pain. Elliot was no help at all, of course.
“Your loss. Those were some of the best orgasms of my life,” Brooke said. With a small wince, she carefully pried Pikachu off her shoulder, picking her up to hold out above her. “Isn’t that right, Pikachu? I’d never give my pussy away to someone with no idea how to use it~”
“Pika!”
Brooke pulled Pikachu down against her face, their mouths meeting in a messy, slightly blood-tinged kiss. Her body throbbed in splendid little beats where Pikachu had bitten her hardest, though not nearly as hard as her pokemon was capable of.
“Oh, come on! That’s disgusting,” Elliot complained. “I know you’re only doing that to piss me off—Why do you have to be like this?”
Pikachu made some confused noises as Brooke’s tongue ran across her tiny little teeth. She never seemed to know what to do when Brooke kissed her, but she didn’t seem to mind either. And more important, it did an amazing job at riling Elliot up.
“Why do you have to be a total wimp?” Brooke shot back, Pikachu letting out a last small whine as they parted. “What other guy would have problems fucking his girlfriend after getting her panties off? Seriously, isn’t that half the reason to invite a girl out into the woods alone camping? If you could be a little more forceful, I might not even hate it.”
“Brooke… I won’t rape you just because you’re acting like a little bitch.”
“No,” Brooke said. “You won’t rape me just because you’re acting like a little bitch. What does it matter to you if I get off on it? If you’d let me keep Pikachu, we could even pretend you were the one making me cum. Isn’t having a threesome with two cute girls every straight guy’s dream?”
“Pika!”
With an oblivious level of excitement, Pikachu perked up at the sound of her own name. She wriggled out of Brooke’s arms and stood up on her chest to turn to Elliot, aggravating various patches of torn skin. Brooke let out another moan, lamenting how much better Pikachu could make her feel without even trying.
“Who is that supposed to be fooling?” Elliot said, sadly not nearly angry enough to tackle her down on the picnic table, if he was even capable of that at all. “Your pussy is a fucking live wire when you’re like that. I’m never sticking my dick in there!”
“Hehe… you’re damn right you’re not,” Brooke said, closing her legs so Elliot didn’t even get to see what he was missing out on anymore. She let out one last dramatic sigh, savoring the feeling of getting the last word in. “Oh, Pikachu, what did I ever do to deserve such a useless boyfriend?”