When Ash and company arrived in Wombville, all of their Pokemon were dropped off at the Pokemon Center to heal and rest. Even Ash’s loyal Pikachu was there, watching the festival from the window in the back. He refused to stay in a pokeball, so Nurse Joy let him wander around. The yellow rat had been looking out the window ever since the festival started.

Nurse Joy walked in, her womb empty, but a smile still on her face. She had come to close the Pokemon Center early because of the festival. In the back room, she found Pikachu and was surprised to find him looking outside. What was going on was a very adult thing and he shouldn’t be watching it. She quickly walked to him and shut the blinds, protecting the innocent Pokemon’s innocents from what was happening outside.

“Why’d you do that, Bitch?” Pikachu cried in his high-pitched squeaky Pokemon language. “I was watching this hug tittied whore cram a sack full of baseballs up her pussy! Don’t treat me like I’m Mickey Mouse. I’m Pikachu, Bitch, respect me!”

Nurse Joy, who couldn’t understand what the Pokemon was saying, interpreted the animals cries as worry about his trainer. She told him not to worry Ash was all right.

“I know my homeboy’s fine, Bitch. That boy attracts putang like a pussy magnet. It’s my needs that I’m worried about. My balls are turning blue and if I don’t get some action they’re going to fall off! I can’t even spank my monkey because my fucking hands aren’t long enough. If I don’t get me some ass soon, I’m going to have to lick myself down there and you know I hate tasting my own meat!” Pikachu gripped his furry head in frustration. Big star Pokemon like him should have girls falling all over him. He should be having his pick of girls every night, but instead, the only source of ass he has is when May takes a bath. Thank God humans don’t know how horny we are, Pikachu thought, drooling at the image he had of May lathering herself off.

“Hold on a sec,” Pikachu mumbled as he thought of something. He looked up at Nurse Joy with a grin. “I need some putang and you’re a fine piece of ass. How about riding the pika-express. My cock is looks like a baby’s arm holding an apple. I can knock my opponents out with this thing. I know you like having men up there, but my cock is more then enough for your snatch. So come on, baby, lift that skirt up and let Doctor Pikachu operate.”

Nurse Joy stood there silently, confused about what the Pokemon had been saying. He had made several leaps while he talked, which was actually failed attempts at crotch thrusts. She hated leaving a Pokemon alone like this, but she really wanted to get to the festival. However, first she needed to figure out what was wrong with Pikachu. It hit her that moment, how could she miss something so obvious. She told the curry rodent to wait while she got something.

“You better not be getting any whips or shit like that. I once partied with a Tangela that was into that stuff, fucking bitch tried to shove things up my shitter,” Pikachu grumbled.

Nurse Joy came back with something behind her back, she had a sweet smile on her face and she asked if Pikachu knew what she’d brought him.

“Gimp mask? Sheep skin condoms? Anal beads? Vibrator?” Pikachu listed as many different things as he could, hoping that several of them were for her.

The surprise was revealed and Nurse Joy handed it over. Pikachu looked dummy at the offering and took it from Nurse Joy’s hands. Nurse Joy asked if he was happy now and when she got no response, she took it as a yes. She left the back room, closing the door and locking it behind her. Pikachu remained at the window, holding a biscuit in his hands.

“Fuck! I don’t want a snack, I want a snatch! Bitch, come back here and bend over! I said come back here!” Pikachu screamed until he was sure that no one was coming. Slumping forward, he looked sadly at his snack. “It’s probably for the best. It’s been hurting when I pee since I screwed big tit's Combusken.”