You decide to talk to Dale. You ask around and finally are pointed in the right direction. Dale is leaning up against a tree while three other mated bucks stand around. They are having a casual conversation about who knows what.
It is common for bucks to spend most of the day socializing with one another. As a pichu, you wondered what they talked about and often hid in bushes or trees nearby and eavesdropped. The conversations were mostly boring drab about gossip or politics, but sometimes, much to your delight, you heard things not suitable for pichu ears - talk of unmated, pretty doe and what they would do to them if they could just get them behind a tree alone and, "show her what a real buck can do'' and not these "pansies," untested, young bucks that don't know "a pussy from a tail hole." Or they'd speak of sexual escapades in their youth and going into great, vivid detail, laying waste to all the numerous doe that had the pleasure to serve his cock - surely an exaggeration both in quantity and quality. But interestingly, they never spoke of their mates this way to the point you would have thought their mates were pristine virgins who had never even seen a hard cock much less fucked one. And so much as a hint by another buck that she either had sex or worse, liked it, was met with utter hostility to the point of blows if the buck did not take back the statement immediately.
But whatever the case, you enjoyed the stories immensely. You did find them arousing but not in a sexual sense - not exactly; you were too young for that. But they did capture your imagination and turned to vivid daydreams about doe talked about in the stories. You would see these ladies waddle around, chest puffed out like they were high class, but imagine them being ravaged by a buck in passionate coupling, like the bucks described in their stories, and you would giggle at them. When they asked, "why are you laughing?" You would say, "oh nothing." Then run off bursting at the seams in fits of uncontrollable laughter. You never told anyone of your eavesdropping; they were your naughty secrets.
But once you evolved, those stories became your dark fantasies. Most doe in their first year as pikachu, don't have a heat. Or if they do, it happens late in the year and is only a "dry" heat - a taste of what's to come. But you went into a full, fertile heat two months after evolving. It is rare but not unheard of. The Sage said, "it's a sign of great fertility" and that, "she'd give her mate seven if not TEN! healthy pichu and none would be stillborn and all would be strong." "A blessing indeed!"
But you thought of it as a curse. Pikachu are not considered of age until their third egg day so even though you were ready biologically, you could not be mated or leave the tribe, as you intended. So you had to wait, spending most of your day in a heat daze, glancing at cock and balls like they were delicious, ripe berries. Your friends did not understand your obsession with the male anatomy until next spring. But those stories you heard as a pichu dominated your dreams, both waking and sleeping.
You loved intentionally walking by groups of bucks talking, swaying your hips a little extra as you walked away, them almost falling over themselves to crane a look at your hind end. You know what you were doing; you were inducing the kind of talk about taking you behind a tree and, "show her what a real buck can do." You then would promptly run off behind one such tree and masturbate to the thought of one of those bucks doing just that. But none ever had the balls to follow up on their promise. Ultimately, you just loved being the center of attention of every buck.
Some older bucks did flirt with you, even though you were too young. You even led them on, flirting right back, taking them up to the point they'd ask you to meet them in a secret place, then flippantly denying them the pleasure at the last minute, often saying, "aren't you a bit old to be courting me?" They would become flustered and agitated, saying it wasn't like that. Of course, they were lying, and of course, you did want to fuck them, but you had an image to keep up! So instead you just ran off giggling as you did with the ladies.
But there was one buck your mind got set on. His name is Nigel, and he so happens to be one of the bucks currently talking to Dale. He is two years your senior. There is nothing remarkable about him; he is of average build and height, a bit slim, but handsome just not in any outstanding way. But there is one thing remarkable about him… he is good, faithful, and noble. Infidelity, although prohibited, is rampant in the tribe. And rumors are whispered about almost every pikachu, except Nigel.
Even when eavesdropping, you never heard him say anything sexual and always blushed or excused himself if another did. “He’s a good one,” some said. “Too good for his own good,” others might say. But it seemed all pikachu, even the raunchiest, respected Nigel for this and did not press him to do or say anything compromising. Many said he would be a head sage someday and indeed was being groomed by the current one to do just that.
His loyalty must have been the reason, although you dare not to think why, you developed a crush on him. He is mated to a homely doe that you looked up to. They now have two pichu but at the time, only one. You became jealous of this doe and wish you’d been in her place. Why? Even at the time, you didn’t wish to be mated and only wanted to find a Thunder Stone. But the tentacles of heat lust must have wrapped you up tight. So you launched a plan…
(Hey there, reader! You’ve stumbled across a bonus story! In this story, Lulu relives one of her darker secrets from her youth. Read it or not; it has no bearing on the current story. But if you want to read it, here it is:
The Tendrils of Heat)
But you can’t think of that now; you have a mystery to solve. You approach Dale and company. One of the bucks sees you coming and shouts, “there she is! Hey, I heard some vulpix are hungry; why don’t you deliver some food to them?” One buck busts out laughing while Nigel’s expression remains unchanged. Dale just smirks and chuckles lightly.
You growl at the buck who made the comment and turn your attention to Dale, “can I speak to you alone, Dale?”
“Why would he want to talk to a big piece of vulpix scat?” Cuts in the other buck.
You growl once more and are about to say something to him when Dale steps in, “It’s okay. She can talk to me. Please excuse us.” Dale walks off with you following. One buck grumbles something, but you didn’t quite hear. But you do glance over your shoulder and give him the evil eye.
Once out of the earshot of others, Dale stops and asks, “What is it, Lulu?”
“I just wanted to ask about Jet’s disappearance; he’s not the first.”
“No, most certainly. I remember my friend Matt disappearing in a similar way back when I was a pichu.”
“Okay, so you agree it could have been something else?”
“Other than vulpix? I mean, maybe; the humans are always bringing in shit from afar as their ‘pets.’ Could be hundreds of things. But it seems unlikely that we wouldn’t have caught it by now or at least know what it is.”
“What I really wanted to ask, Dale, is about Rudi.” Rudi was your friend that disappeared at the watering hole in your first year.
“Rudi? We know what happened to her. It was a human that captured her; she wasn’t eaten or anything like that. Tragic but probably fortunate for her, at least I hope so.”
“Are you sure it was a human? It never seemed right to me. Humans hardly make it this deep in the forest. I’ve only ever seen a few in my lifetime.”
“Yes, Lulu. I’m positive. We found fresh human tracks and a broken ball thing; you know, the ones they trap you in.”
Hmmm… you aren’t sure what to do next. It seems plausible; could it be that Jet suffered the same fate as Rudi? Could he have been captured by humans? Or is Dale just repeating a lie?
What do you do?
