You let the pleasure wash over you. Your heat dream has made you not even think twice about the exact circumstances in which a dick has ended up inside you. It is only glad that one did.
Xander’s thighs clap against your ass making a satisfying sound. You want it to last forever, but the virgin vulpix can't hold on for long. The tight young pika-cunt is too much for his inexperienced dick and he quickly cums. He makes one last thrust knotting you. Your pussy makes a pop as he fully enters. You let out a powerful pleasure moan as he fills you with his cum. Even with the short duration, the dream got you in such a bother you orgasm along with the vulpix. Your walls clamp down on the ejaculating cock and help pull his seed deeper. Cum shoots out of your cunt and sprays Xander's inner thighs.
The vulpix collapses on top of you and you both just lay there panting. He brings his snout to your mouth and he kisses you. You let him. His breath is unnaturally warm and a strong warmth radiates from his chest. It feels nice to be under him. You and him make-out for a few minutes. As your heat wanes, you come to your senses and piece together what exactly happened. While you slept, Xander raped you. There is no doubt about it; yet you aren’t mad at him. What’s so bad about having a teammate you can have fun with along the way? He has needs and so do you. The kit is not too bad at it either. You are both inexperienced at sex but you can practice with each other. You are looking forward to many romps along the way to Thunder Mountain.
Xander pulls back, a string of saliva connects your mouths. He says, “You’re not mad at me?”
“Uh… no it’s okay. I mean, it wasn’t cool that you didn’t ask but it was still fun.”
“You're not even mad about… that?” He looks between your legs.
“What do you mean?”
“About me cumming in you.”
“No, why would I be? It comes with the territory.”
“But what about the egg?”
“You didn’t know? We’re in the same Egg Group. I can tell because you smell exactly like the vixens during the rut.”
“W-what?” Oh no, you didn’t know. You knew you could be impregnated by other Pokemon but you don’t know much about which ones. You always just assumed it was other rodent Pokemon because of a common insult of a pikachu, ‘son of a rattata fucker.’
You begin bawling. Your journey for Thunder Mountain is over. You’ll have to return to the tribe to raise this vulpix’s young. You guess you could kill the egg but your motherly instincts prevent you from even thinking the thought.
Xander looks genuinely sad. “I’m sorry Lulu. I didn’t want it like this. I just couldn’t control myself.”
“Get off me you pervert!” You yell between your squalls. He lowers his ears and stands up in the log. He turns around and walks off. The knot is still in and he drags you with him outside.
“Fuck! You!” You kick at him and land a solid hit to his balls. He yelps and runs away. He drags you for a few feet but finally, it slips free and you crash to the ground. Cum gushes from your freshly fucked pussy.
Xander runs to the edge of the forest and looks back. Xander says, with his tails between his legs, “Lulu, I’m…”
“Fuck off Xander! LEAVE!” He runs off into the forest. You roll up into a ball and cry. Your dreams have been dashed by a vulpix and a few seconds of fun.
You return to your tribe disgraced. Being impregnated by another Pokémon is one of the worst things a female pikachu can do. You don’t tell them it was a vulpix, who knows what they would do if they found out a predator knocked you up; instead, you tell them it was an outsider pikachu. Still, you are shunned, even by your own family, and pushed out of social groups. You are forever known as a slut and no male will become your life mate. Desperate for attention, you become a fuck toy for the young males in the tribe trying to lose their virginity and unsatisfied mated bucks looking for a side fling. All the other females despise you for this, blaming you for their mate’s infidelity. As retribution, they turn a blind eye to your pups at the watering hole whenever they sneak off. Every season, you go into heat and you can't control yourself. You bend over for anything with cock and balls and beg them to fill your pussy with cum. Males pass you around, sometimes in an orgy, and your twat, along with other orifices, are used for a few minutes of fun and a warm place in which to jizz. The worst part was you loved being treated like a fuck toy. Sadly, it was the only time you felt valued.
Over the years, you do see Xander from time to time. You see him at the watering hole with his latest mate and kits. He grew up to be a respectable vulpix. You never forgave him for what he did to you inside that log. You say nothing to him, just glare. The glare must be enough to get your message across. He avoids eye contact with you and keeps his ears low, and always makes excuses to leave early from the watering hole.
You have ten pups but never know who is their father, other than Xander’s. Only three pups survive to adulthood, your firstborn, and two others. The rest of your children either died of exposure in their first winter or made tasty little snacks for various predators of the forest. Pichu are notoriously mischievous and without a watchful eye, a luxury your pichu were not afforded by vengeful females, often find themselves staring down a hungry gullet. One female pikachu, one that caught her mate in the middle of fucking you, watched from the shadows as one of your pichu was swallowed alive, tail first, by an ekans. She stood by and did nothing but smirk as the satisfied snake finished encasing its meal. Then it carried away its still squirming victim inside thick purple coils. Without the additional protection of the tribe, your womb was nothing more than an oven, serving up fresh meat on a first come first serve basis for hungry carnivores. They would surely thank you for your hard work raising your young nice and plump. They trotted, flew, swam, or slithered away, with the loves of your life, in their merciless clutches, not caring of the mother they would leave in shambles. They toyed with their pichu meal as your pups cried for their mama, right up until the predator got bored and decided to dispatch your young in their own unique but equally horrific way.
Your life was so difficult and full of tragedy that you died a few years before the average lifespan of a pikachu. Nobody, but your remaining children, mourn your passing and your body was unceremoniously tossed outside the tribe's territory for scavengers to pick clean. A few rattata found your body and had a feast. You leave no legacy and your life was incredibly hard. But hey, at least you had a little fun with Xander!