I’ve been waiting to meet this boy again for as long as I can remember.

He was the boy who saved me at Pokemon Summer Camp.

He was the boy who taught me to never stop trying, no matter what happens.

He was, is, the boy I fell in love with, without even realizing it. He is the boy that I will have as my own, no matter what happens.

“Come on, Serena!”

Ash’s voice snapped me back to reality; I’m Serena. The person he’s calling for with his amazing, manly, fantastic-sounding voice. A voice that could make a girl quiver and her legs turn to jelly – the same voice that I’ve been hearing every night in my fantasies for the past week.

“I love you, Serena.” He would say while holding me in his arms. Clemont and Bonnie would be off somewhere -- I never really cared much in my dreams – leaving Ash and I alone. “I’ve always loved you, and I want to be with you forever.”

I ache to hear those words from him. I want to say them to him myself, to tell him ‘I’ll always be yours, Ash.’ My love for this boy is uncontrollable. I can never tell him, of course. That would ruin our little traveling group. I do get by, however, with the small things I can do unknown to everyone else.

Like, at night for example, I’ll make sure Ash is asleep and then run my fingertip around his lips. Sometimes I’ll even slide it in his mouth. That’s enough to get me by on some nights. One night I took his hat and inhaled his scent for what must’ve been hours. I couldn’t get enough, no matter what I did.

Recently, Ash has been complaining that some of his clothes “have disappeared.” Although he wouldn’t say due to Bonnie being just a child, it was a very discreet article: his favorite boxers.

How do I know they’re his favorite, you may ask? Well, Ash Ketchum is mine. I have to know everything about him. Everything I possibly can. When I’m walking behind him, I stare. When I have any opportunity, I undress him with my eyes. He’ll never know of the perverted, lustful things I want to do to him; things I can never do because of that interfering Clemont and Bonnie.

If Team Rocket kidnapped them for some reason, I would only feign worry. Whatever helps me be alone with my Ash is fine enough for me.

When I researched my feelings I had for him, I found that what I have isn’t a simple childhood crush. Apparently I have some sort of ‘obsession’ with Ash. That’s ridiculous, though – all I do is steal and smell his clothing, rub against him while he sleeps, and fantasize about him every waking moment of every single day. That’s not an obsession – far from it! I’m completely normal.

There has to be something, any little thing I can do to become closer to Ash. I would say that I would keep my virginity for him, but sadly that’s impossible; I lost it to my mom’s Rhyhorn ages ago. That’s a story for another time, however. On that topic, though, I have had a few ideas go through my head:

Pikachu is Ash’s pride and joy; no matter what Pokemon or people come and go through his life, Pikachu is, I assume next to his own mother, the most important thing in Ash’s life. I want that to be me, though! I want to be more important than Pikachu, family, anything! Ash shouldn’t be able to live without me. He shouldn’t be able to sleep, eat, or even breathe without me in his life. That’s how it should be. With that in mind, at first I considered Pikachu having an ‘accident.’

I could never do that, though; I’ve grown to love Pikachu. Ash on my mind or no, I could never harm the little Pokemon. I see him as a member of my family, just as I’m sure Ash does. Pikachu really will be once Ash and I are married, though, so I’m happy to get used to the idea. My second idea was a bit simpler: Ash and Pikachu are always together, right? So I’m sure Pikachu has seen him naked.

I’m sure Pikachu’s accidentally rubbed against him before, so maybe if I have sex with Pikachu, it’ll be like indirectly having sex with Ash! It’s a genius idea! Even if it’s not, I’ll be even closer to Ash if I’m closer to Pikachu!

I wasn’t sure how to go about it, though. Do Pokemon like boobs? My mom’s Rhyhorn really didn’t see much of my body except my pussy, and it was all he needed. Maybe I could do some tests and see what Pikachu reacted to. It was something I vowed to think more on, but for right now I knew that Ash’s sweet, sweat-soaked hat was probably calling my name. It had been unusually hot today and my mouth was watering just thinking of all the strong scents brewing on Ash’s body. Night was beginning to fall, and I knew I’d be able to partake in those amazing smells soon enough.

I’m not obsessed with him. Wanting to smell him was just another way to show my love. It’s completely normal. I’m sure he wants to smell me, too. I would let him. Ash loves me just as much as I love him – he just doesn’t know it yet.

A lot of things always run through my mind when I crawl across the ground to reach my beloved’s sleeping bag: if we met a girl that day, I remember the look of fear in her eyes when I pull her aside and tell her to keep her hands, eyes, and thoughts away from my Ash or she’ll regret ever meeting us. Twisting her wrist a little bit really helps drive my point home, too.

I remember when we first left Santalune City, some black-haired bimbo glanced at Ash when he said “excuse me” after bumping into her. He’s so polite and perfect. I waited until Ash and the two annoyances had walked off a bit and excused myself for “just a sec.”

The girl didn’t know who I was or “whatever in the world she did to me,” but grinding my boot-covered foot onto her sandaled, practically-bare one really let her know of her mistake. She even bowed when she apologized, too. I love meeting nice people.

But that’s all in the past.

It never took me long to slowly snatch Ash’s hat and backpack away at night. I love digging through his backpack – I can usually find little things to take with me. I remember the night I found his toothbrush; what a night that was! He had no idea that the bristles had my juices on them, and his toothpaste helped get rid of any taste so he still doesn’t know that a little bit of me is already inside of him.

I love Ash. I just like to remind myself so I can be happy at the thought. He’s so perfect.

Serena Ketchum. That name has a great ring to it.

When night fell and everyone was finally asleep, I decided to crawl towards Ash once more and see how far I could slide my finger into his mouth. Maybe he’d suck on it again! The last time he did it, I could’ve sworn I had an orgasm right then and there.

I fell to my stomach and started to slowly approach Ash’s sleeping bag. As I moved, I saw Pikachu’s ears twitch, but that was common. Pikachu seemed to dream a lot.

“Pikachu … pika?” Pikachu’s voice was a whisper, but I heard it all the same; I probably should’ve seen his eyes opening.

I froze in my tracks, lying on my stomach in mid-crawl. Pikachu had never heard me in the past; I suppose he was sleeping lightly tonight, just my dumb luck. I gave the little Pokemon the best smile I could muster, hoping I could somehow explain myself without saying a word.

Pikachu slowly stood on all-fours, taking care not to wake his trainer, and started to approach me out of curiosity. I looked around; Clemont and Bonnie were asleep, and if I started to move around too fast, I would definitely wake someone up. I slowly moved backwards, raising a hand and motioning for Pikachu to follow me. When the two of us were far enough to not cause noise, I stood up and dusted my pink pajamas off.

“Pikachu, you didn’t see me moving tonight, okay?” I whispered. I sat down on a nearby stump (how lucky that one would be here,) and Pikachu hopped onto my lap. Pikachu looked up at me, his head tilting and ears twitching. “I wasn’t doing anything weird at all, okay? I was just … well …” I placed a hand to my chin, looking away from him. I couldn’t think of a lie, and I very much doubted that Pikachu would believe me to start with.

“Pikachu?” Pikachu’s tail twitched as he questioned me; at least, I assume he’s questioning me. “Pika.”

I had no idea what to do now! Do I tell Pikachu what I really feel, or do I make something up? Do I just leave him here and tell Ash he ran away? Ash might want to give me more attention if I do! I could never do anything bad to Pikachu, though …

Wait, I’ve got it! Maybe I could try that idea I had …

“Pikachu, have you ever mated with a female?” Funny, I really expected my voice to tremble whenever I asked him that. My mind was clouded with how buff and muscled my Ash is, so I guess any fear was covered by lust. Again.

“Pika?” Pikachu actually raised an eyebrow whenever he answered me; I didn’t know the little thing even knew how to look disturbed. He blushed a bit at the topic of sex, but seemed collected all the same.

“Yeah, you know what it is. Have you ever done it with a human girl?” I rested my head in my hands, probed up with my elbows on my knees as I looked down at the yellow, furry Pocket Monster. “You know, sex. Fucking.”

“Pika! Pikachuuuu!” Pikachu blushed once again, frantically waving his little arms, I assume to beg me to stop talking like this. I chuckled at his reaction; cute. It’s a shame that I had no plans to stop my little interview with him.

“I’m waiting. A nod or shake will be fine.” I smiled at Pikachu, but he didn’t look too thrilled by it. He hung his head in shame, and quickly nodded. Somehow, I just knew my eyes lit up at his answer. I grabbed Pikachu’s waist and lifted him up to eye-level with me. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Pikachu. I’ve done that stuff with a boy Pokemon! My mom’s Rhyhorn!”

“Pika?!” Pikachu looked shocked, and rightfully so; I did just admit to inter-species sex, after all. I kissed Pikachu on the nose and placed him back on my lap.

“Yep, I sure did!” I nodded in response. “Rhyhorn fucked me like a Lopunny in heat!” Pikachu looked both amazed and scared at my story; I would assume amazed that I could take a Rhyhorn, and scared that … well, I could take a Rhyhorn. “Would you like to have me, Pikachu?”

“Chu?! Pikachu?!” Pikachu hopped off my lap and backed away from me, frantically shaking his head. I feigned a girlish giggle to hide my irritation and stood from the stump, reaching to push down my pink pajama pants.

“Oh come now, Pikachu. You’ve done it with Ash’s other girls, I’m sure, and if not me, who else? Bonnie?” At my question, Pikachu’s look of shock turned to one of deep thought. He continued to look away from me as he pondered the situation. “She would tell Clemont and you’d have your junk snipped faster than your Quick Attack.”

Pikachu muttered a response, but since all I heard was his name, I chose to ignore it. All the while I had continued to strip, my pink pants in a heap on the grass. My red panties were beginning to follow suit, stopping at my feet as I shook my body to move them off of me. I didn’t notice if Pikachu was watching, but I could hear short, fast breaths come from him. He was definitely paying some kind of attention.

Once I was bottom-less, I looked at Pikachu. Half of me expected some mysterious erection to be in full-view, and that part of me was disappointed when that wasn’t the case. All Rhyhorn needed was access to a hole and he was rock-balls deep in seconds flat.

Well, if Pikachu wasn’t going to help me, I still wasn’t going to let my arousal go to waste. Still standing in front of Pikachu, I moved my right hand down my body, sliding two fingers over my slit and letting out a quiet moan. For once, I didn’t think about Ash; instead, it was Rhyhorn back home.

My first time could possibly be called a form of rape – Rhyhorn was horny (if you’ll pardon the pun), trusted me and didn’t have a female Pokemon to turn to. He jumped me and tore my riding suit before I even had time to react, and having your first time taken by a long, hot, thick, throbbing chunk of rock is no pleasant experience.

After Rhyhorn was finished with me (and I had cleaned his cum out of me the best I could), it took me a few days to feel safe around him again. During that time, though, the scene of the two of us continued to play in my head, and I soon realized that I wanted to do it again. So, whenever mom left to do some shopping, Rhyhorn and I had sex a second time. He took care not to hurt me though, as I instructed.

The second time was pure bliss, now that I was prepared to enjoy it, as was the third time. The fourth time was pretty amazing, too -- also the fifth, sixth, and seventh.

Mom left to shop quite a lot, and Rhyhorn could go for a long, long time.

In mid-fantasy, I failed to notice that Pikachu had come closer and was looking up at me, his eyes fixated on my pussy. My eyes shot open at the feel of his soft, furry paw on my ankle. I looked down, seeing a small, pink erection had finally popped out.

“There we go.” I spoke quietly, moving my hands away and crouching in front of Pikachu. “Pikachu, would you like a blowjob?”

Pikachu paused for a moment, not speaking at all. I wasn’t really sure what to do at this point; did I frighten Pikachu by mistake? I was so used to Rhyhorn always being up for anything that I just assumed Pikachu would be as well. Maybe he didn’t know what a blowjob is? If he’s done it with other human girls, I’m sure he’s got one at least once.

“Pika?” Pikachu looked up at me, once again tilting his head in confusion; I really wish he had more ways of communicating. I clenched my fists; this was getting somewhat frustrating. I sighed in frustration.

“Do you want – me – to put that,” I pointed at his erection, “in my mouth.”

Pikachu nodded, but it didn’t look like he was entirely sure.

I didn’t give him time to reconsider; I quickly moved to the ground and crawled closer to him, my face right in front of his penis. I brushed my hair behind my ears and moved closer, wrapping my lips around his small erection and barely moving my head – he didn’t have too much to work with.

I heard Pikachu moan – at least, I assume it was a moan – and started to gently suck on the Pokemon penis in my mouth. It tasted nothing like Rhyhorn, but then again Rhyhorn was like sucking on a long rock. I looked up at Pikachu, seeing that his eyes were closed and he refused to even breathe in my direction. I don’t think Pikachu was enjoying this too much.

Whatever; touching Pikachu meant I was closer to Ash by indirect contact, and that was all that mattered.

“Come on, Pikachu.” I spoke quietly when I pulled my mouth away, taking his small penis between two fingers and casually stroking it. “The least you could do humor me. I’m not physically hurting you.”

“Pika …” Pikachu opened his eyes, but continued to look away from me. I was beginning to get fed up with this. I stood up and sat on the stump, looking down at the little yellow mouse.

“Pikachu, I love you like you were my own Pokemon, and I would never want to hurt you.” Pikachu listened to my every word, nodding in agreement. “See? You know that. You just told me you mated with the other human girls Ash journeyed with, so what’s wrong with me?”

Pikachu went off on some kind of tangent, frantically waving his little arms around and repeating his name in an increasingly worried-sounding tone of voice. I wonder if he thinks I have some kind of STD … can a Rhyhorn give someone a disease? I’ll have to look that up. After a few moments, I resumed listening to the barrage of “Pika!” and “kachu!” coming from the little Pokemon.

“Okay, I get it, kind of!” I thrust out my right hand to silence Pikachu. “I won’t lay another hand on you unless you ask.” Pikachu looked relieved at this, which, honestly, sort of pissed me off. Am I not good enough for a damn mouse? Would he tell Ash I wasn’t a good lay?

I wanted to say more, but when I looked at him, Pikachu was already running back to the campsite. I trust that Pikachu won’t say anything to Ash, and even if he does, who will Ash believe? I’m thinking I have a pretty good chance, considering I speak English and all.

When I reached my sleeping bag, I looked over at Ash. He was sleeping peacefully; dreaming of our life together, no doubt. I looked at Pikachu, who had one eye open and was watching me with caution. I really thought I could handle the one major obstacle I had in this, and now Pikachu isn’t even on my side anymore.

This is going to take some work, but it’ll be okay. Ash is mine, I just have to make sure he realizes it.

I love Ash Ketchum.