Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ He Hurt My Pikapi ❯ One-Shot

Title: He Hurt My Pikapi
Author: Jillypuff
Fandom: Pocket Monsters/Pokémon
Pairings: Sakaki/Satoshi (Giovanni/Ash) Warnings: Underage rape!!! Also Japanese names, yaoi, and extreme angst. Notes: This is what happens when one falls asleep in English thinking about weird PM pairings. -_-;;; I went home and wrote this fic in about three hours, which is the fastest I have ever written anything. Very creepy.

He hurt my Pikapi.

It was my fault. Pikapi would have been fine if it wasn't for me.

No, I take that back. It was his fault. He hurt him, not me. I just sat there and watched from my cage. I should have agreed to work for him, but Pikapi said not to…

Why did I listen?

* * *

"Satoshi, we're lost again!" Kasumi wailed.

It was a bright summer's day in the Orange Islands. My Pikapi, or Satoshi as the humans called him, Kasumi, Kenji, Togepi, and I were wandering around on a small island known as Citrus Island. Pikapi had been looking for the next gym, and had once again managed to get us lost.

"We are not!" Pikapi retorted.

Not that he'd admit it.

"Oh, really? Then where are we, Satoshi?" Kasumi challenged him.

"Anou…on Citrus Island?" he guessed.

Kasumi whacked him upside the head, knocking him over. "Baka," she muttered. Togepi giggled inanely and clapped its hands together.

"Don't be so hard on him, Kasumi," Kenji chided her. "It's not his fault Kabigon ate the map."

"Kabigon's his stupid fat lump of a Pokémon!" she replied. "It's stupider then Koduck."

My Pikapi got up, rubbing his head. "Wow, Kasumi," he noted. "You must really hate my Kabigon if you think it's stupider then Koduck."

At that point, however, we were interrupted.

"Nandakanda to kikare tara!" A familiar redheaded bishoujo burst out from behind a tree.

"Kota ete ageru ga yo no nasake!" An equally familiar blue-headed bishounen appeared next to her.

"Shimatta!" Kasumi cursed. "It's Roketto Dan!"
"Sekai no hakai o fusegutame!"

"Sekai no heiwa o mamorutame!"

"Ai to shinjitsu no aku o tsuranuku!"

"Raburii chaamii na kataki yaku!"

"Musashi!"
"Kojiro!"

"Ginga o kakeru Roketto Dan no futari ni wa!"

"Howaito horu shiroi ashita ga matteru ze!"
"Nyante nya!" Nyase finished, popping up in between the pair.

"What do you want?" my Pikapi groaned, sweatdropping.

"What do you think?" asked Musashi sarcastically. "We want your Pikachuu, of course!"

Pikapi rolled his eyes. "For the last time, no! I am not giving you Pikachuu! Just go away!"

"Roketto Dan never gives up," Nyase informed him.

"Fine, whatever," Pikapi replied. He turned to me. "Pikachuu, Thund-" But before he could finish, Kojiro pulled a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. A large steel cage with glowing bars came crashing down from the treetops around us, trapping us.

"What the hell!" Kasumi yelled.

"This is our Pika-proof cage," said Musashi smugly. "It lets out a field that suppresses electricity. Your rat's useless in there." I tried to shock them, but failed. Musashi was right; I couldn't build up any energy.

"We have other Pokémon besides Pikachuu, you know," Kenji reminded the villains. He pulled out a ball. "Ike! Strike! Cut those bars!" Nothing happened. "Strike?"

"Oh, yes," Kojiro added, as if remembering something. "Did we forget to tell you that the field also suppresses the energy that powers Pokéballs? Your Pokémon are trapped!"

Pikapi, Kasumi, Kenji, and I just stared at each other in dismay. Togepi burst into tears. Outside, Roketto Dan and their Pokémon were celebrating. Kojiro and Musashi were hugging each other and Nyase, Aaboku was wrapping himself around everyone, Beroringa licked all of her friends, Utsubot was refraining from eating Kojiro, and Matadogas just floated around happily.

Finally, Kojiro pulled himself away from his partners. "We better get them ready for transport to headquarters," he said. "Utsubot, Sleep Powder."

"Suuuuuuuuu!" the flytrap responded, sending a cloud of pollen at us. My eyelids grew heavy, and I heard Pikapi letting out a huge yawn. Then, I surrendered to the pull of sleep.

* * *

When I woke up, I was in a smaller version of the cage that had caught me. Pikapi and the others were gone. Nearby, I could hear Musashi and Kojiro talking with someone.

"…and so we finally caught the Pikachuu, along with the other Pokémon and their trainers, Sakaki-sama," I heard Musashi say reverently.

"Very good," I heard a deep male voice reply. "Perhaps I underestimated you two." I roused myself enough to look around. I was in a large office. Kojiro held the cage I was in as he, Musashi, and Nyase stood in front of a desk. A middle-aged man, apparently Sakaki-sama, sat behind the desk, stroking a Perushian.

"Don't forget about me, master!" Nyase piped up.

"You too, Nyase. Come here," Sakaki said, patting his thigh. Nyase eagerly jumped onto his lap next to the Perushian, both cats purring as Sakaki stroked their fur. At this point, not being able to restrain myself, I snorted. Sakaki focused on me, and I felt all my fur stand on end.

This man was truly evil.

"Well, well, my little friend," he addressed me, "it seems I finally have you where I want you, Pikachuu. What do you have to say to joining Roketto Dan?"

"Kachu!" I spat out, vehemently turning him down.

"She says 'never,'" Nyase translated.

"Really?" Sakaki replied, not seeming to be surprised. "I figured she would say that." He turned to Musashi and Kojiro. "Fetch him," he ordered.

"Hai!" they replied in unison, and ran off.

The leader of Roketto Dan turned back towards me, his lips turned upwards in a cruel mockery of a smile. "Are you sure you won't reconsider?" he asked me. "It would be easier for all concerned, especially you and your friends."

I pulled my eyelid down and made a face at him contemptuously. I wish now that I had just agreed. My poor Pikapi…

Sakaki shrugged. "Your loss," he told me. A knock sounded at the door. Sakaki turned to the desk and hit a button. "Yes?"

"We have him, Sakaki-sama," Musashi replied over the intercom.

"Bring him in," the evil man told her. The door opened and Musashi and Kojiro came back in, dragging behind them…

"Pikapi!" I cried joyfully.

"Pikachuu!" he yelled back. He tried to run over to me, but the two Rokettos held him back. I took a good look at Pikapi. His prized Pokémon League hat was gone, and there were a few bruises on his body from rough handling, but otherwise he was fine.

Pikapi then looked at the man before us. "Who are you, and what do you want with me and my friends?" he challenged. Sakaki nodded pleasantly at him.

"Konnichi wa, Ha Satoshi. I am Sakaki-sama, the leader of the Tokiwa City Gym, and keeper of the Greenbadge. I am also the leader of Roketto Dan," he responded calmly. Pikapi's eyes widened in fury.

"You!" he shouted. "You almost killed Shigeru with your mystery Pokémon, and you stole my Pokémon, and you've locked up my friends! When I get my hands on you…"

"I would watch your temper if I were you, jari-booi," Sakaki warned him, "seeing as I have all your Pokémon and friends in my hands." My Pikapi slumped his shoulders at that, knowing the monster was right. He couldn't do a thing without endangering Kasumi, Kenji and the others.

"Now, as for what I want," the man continued. "It's quite simple, really. I want your Pikachuu. In order to get it, I need your help. She won't listen to anyone but you. Therefore, I need you to tell her to join me."

"You have to be kidding me!" Pikapi snorted. "I'd never tell Pikachuu to do that. And Kasumi and the others would feel the same way."

Sakaki nodded again, then looked at his underlings. "Musashi, Kojiro, leave," he ordered. "And take Perushian with you. Nyase, I need you here to translate."

"Hai!" they all replied, as Kojiro picked up Perushian. The trio left, leaving Pikapi and I with Sakaki and Nyase.

Sakaki stood up, revealing himself from behind the desk. He was easily six feet tall, an imposing figure of a man, dressed in a red suit and tie. Next to him, my Pikapi looked pathetic. He wasn't quite five feet yet, and was very scrawny. In contrast to Sakaki, he was wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, and jacket. His hair stuck out every which way, making him look like a scarecrow.

The older man strolled over to my best friend, grasping Pikapi's chin. He squirmed at the contact, but said nothing.

"My, you're a handsome bishounen," he remarked, making him Pikapi squirm even more. Sakaki then looked at me. "Are you absolutely sure, Pikachuu? I must warn you, if you say no again, there will be dire consequences for your master here."

My Pikapi looked me right in the eyes. "No, Pikachuu," he said defiantly. "Ignore him, whatever happens to me."

I nodded at Pikapi, smiling at him to let him know I agreed. At the time, I thought the worst Sakaki could do was give Pikapi a few more bruises. My Pikapi was tough. He could take it.

Sweet Myuu, what a fool I was.

"Very well, then," said Sakaki. He pretended to be upset, but I could sense that deep down, he loved every moment of this.

Sakaki leaned in and looked Pikapi right in the eyes. Then, he brought Pikapi's face to his and gave him a long, brutal kiss.

"PIKA?!" I shrieked, trying to escape through the bars of my cage and failing. Internally, my mind was racing. This was all wrong! Men weren't supposed to kiss boys like that!

Apparently, Pikapi agreed with me, since he was trying like hell to pull away from the madmen that was on top of him. Sakaki smiled and pulled up to breathe. While he did that, Pikapi started gasping for air. He looked up at Sakaki with big eyes.

"Wha…what?" he managed to get out, then took in a deep breath. "What are you doing?" he asked tentatively.

Sakaki smirked. "Trying to get your Pikachuu to work for me, remember?" he said cruelly.

"How is this supposed to help?" Pikapi sputtered.

"Why don't you wait and see?" Sakaki asked, and then he was on my Pikapi again, pressing their lips together hard. Not just their lips, either-I could see from their cheeks that the Roketto's tongue was in my friend's mouth.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sakaki pulled away, only to rip Pikapi's shirt and jacket off and toss it aside. Pikapi lay there, showing off his lean but fit torso, well conditioned after the long months in the woods. The older man placed his hand on my friend's chest and grabbed his nipples, squeezing and tugging at them. Pikapi whimpered softly and then moaned as Sakaki took one into his mouth, sucking at it like an infant at his mother's breast. After a minute of that, he moved to the other, letting me see how hard the nipple had gotten.

When Sakaki had tired of this, he moved to my Pikapi's fly, quickly unzipping it, then pulling off the pants and tossing them with the rest of the clothes. My trainer lay there now clad only in his briefs, which did little to hide his growing erection. As much as he hated what was happening, he was a young man just hitting puberty, and quick to respond to such things.

Sakaki smiled at the sight. "So, you are enjoying this," he whispered into Pikapi's ear. I heard it clearly, though. These large ears of mine work quite well.

Pikapi glared at him with fury and anguish clearly showing on his face. "I hate you!" he screamed.

"Oh, really?" Sakaki teased, stroking my Pikapi's crotch, causing him to cry out. "Your body seems to say otherwise."

Then he reached his hand in and yanked off the briefs. Pikapi's organ was now exposed for the entire world to see, with his balls hanging beneath it. It was somewhere between four and five inches, which I think is good for an adolescent. Fushigidane told me that six inches was average for a man. I don't know how he knows that, though. Something about his old trainer is all I could get out of him on the subject.

But I'm rambling, trying to avoid thinking about what came next. Sakaki grasped my Pikapi's semi-hard penis and began to massage it, rapidly bringing it to full erectness. Pikapi started to moan louder as the older man played with him. Then Sakaki leaned down and took my friend's head in his mouth, massaging the penis and scrotum with his tongue.

That did it. Pikapi's entire body stiffened and he started thrusting into the monster's throat, filling his mouth with his fluids. I wanted to throw up, look away, do something, but I was just staring like I was in a trance.

When Pikapi was through with his first orgasm, Sakaki sat up and kissed him on the mouth again, leaving traces of my poor Pikapi's semen in his mouth. I saw Pikapi react to the taste and fully realizing what had happened. He collapsed on the floor sobbing, tears streaming down his cheeks. Then he looked up at me, and I had never seen him that upset in his life. Hurt and shame were clearly written over every feature.

Sakaki got up and stretched. "Nyase," he said over Pikapi's sobs, "fetch me the bottle in my upper right-hand desk drawer."

"Hai," the cat replied, looking green under his fur. He scampered over to the desk and ran back over to Sakaki with a bottle of petroleum jelly. Sakaki took it and smiled.

"Good cat," he told Nyase, petting him on the head. Nyase pulled away and went back over to the corner near me, looking disgusted with what was happening.

The madman started to strip, tossing his suit in a separate pile from Pikapi's clothes. Soon, he stood there totally naked. His body was more mature then my Pikapi's; with larger balls and an organ almost seven inches long. It was full erect, with drops of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Sakaki knelt down next to my master, unscrewing the cap from the jelly while simultaneously rolling Pikapi onto his stomach, with his ass towards the Roketto. He reached his index finger in and took out a large blob of the jelly. Then he spread Pikapi's buttocks open with one hand and stuck the finger with the jelly up his anus.

Pikapi choked back a scream, and his watering eyes met mine again. He was easily ten times as scared and upset as he had been before.

"Please…don't," he murmured, his whole body shaking.

"Don't what? Do this?" Sakaki inquired, sticking another finger up Pikapi. He whimpered again, and buried his head in his arms.

Sakaki pumped his fingers in and out of my trainer's ass for a while, seemingly enjoying Pikapi's tiny moans. After a few minutes, he stopped. "Now it's time for the main event," he remarked, slathering his organ in jelly and positioning his organ above Pikapi.

I wanted to look away so badly, but I couldn't. It was my fault that Roketto Dan had us, my fault Pikapi was in this position. I didn't have the right to look away. I didn't deserve it.

So I watched as Sakaki plunged in to my Pikapi, enticing a horrible shriek from my best friend as the Roketto defiled him. I watched as he went in and out, grinding into Pikapi's hips. And I watched as he let out a wordless cry and sent his demon seed into Pikapi's ass, scarring the person I love most in the world for all time.

The leader of Roketto Dan pulled out of my trainer and dressed himself. Then he turned to me. "So, Pikachuu," he said calmly, as if nothing had happened, "do you consent to work for me?"

I must have looked at him like he was insane (since he was,) because, he let out a dark chuckle. Then he faced me again. "For every day you refuse to submit," he spoke softly, "I will do this again to Satoshi and his little friends. Understand?"

I froze for a minute, not even willing to think about this repeating itself, not only for Pikapi, but for Kasumi and Kenji as well. I nodded frantically. "Pika! Pika!"

"She accepts," Nyase translated.

"Excellent," Sakaki purred. He went to his desk and hit the intercom button. "Musashi, Kojiro, bring the jari-booi back to his cell."

The pair came in a minute later, both looking sick as they saw Pikapi lying naked on the floor. Kojiro picked my friend up gently and he and Musashi left, Nyase on their heels.

The monster picked up Pikapi's clothes and tossed them aside. "We'll start you training in the morning," he informed me. "Sayonara, Pikachuu." And with those words, he left the office, leaving me alone in the cage with my thoughts. I lay there crying for Myuu knows how many hours until sleep finally claimed me again, leaving the images I had witnessed to haunt me in my dreams.

* * *

I woke later to being shaken and a voice hissing "Get up!" at me. I sat up and noted two things. A, I was out of my cage, and B, Nyase was the one who had woke me up. I looked at him expectantly.

"Me, Musa-chan and Koji-kun are breaking you guys out," he told me. "I swear to Myuu herself I didn't know that was going to happen to you. The others already got the jari-boois, jari-gaaru and the other Pokémon out. Now let's go!" He tugged at my fur.

I shook my head. "Pika pika pichu ka."

"You're staying her? Why?" Nyase asked incredulously.

My face darkened and my cheeks sparked. "Pi ka chupi Kachupi."

"Yeah, that would be a good reason, I guess," Nyase agreed. "Just meet us in Dark City. And come as quick as you can, mouse. The twerp needs you." He placed a paw on my shoulder for a moment in sympathy, then was gone.

* * *

It's been a few hours since Nyase left. I'm waiting here for Sakaki to show up. He's coming here to start my training.

He's not coming out alive.

That's why I stayed. Revenge for what that bastard did to the best friend I ever had. There's only so much electricity a human can take, and I plan to find out exactly how much.

Afterwards, I give myself about 50/50 odds on getting out of here. Roketto Dan is prepared for things like rogue Pokémon, and they won't be happy with me for killing their leader. I'll try my hardest to make it out, if only to help Pikapi heal. He'd miss me terribly if I died, and he doesn't need another shock.

But Sakaki hurt my Pikapi.

And for that, he's going to pay.

*Owari*