Pikachu Pocket Pussy

 AI did not take over. Remote Operated Drones, RODs, made agoraphobia a pandemic; an insidious pandemic that no one paniced about; people just slowly disappeared into their hovels. They'd spend all their money on the Ken or Barbie version ROD and the unimaginative conformity of humanity became painfully obvious.

RODs had an unknown operator with unknown body issues going about their business in public with scary business effecientcy and no danger of any feelings.

Kevin worked in a bank and saw mostly RODs. In person meeting wasn't a priority when people had to face the music and deal with the reality of their finances.

He was average body with a permanent frown on his face: a trauma response to customer service where every customer thinks every smile is a yes to them personally.

He went out in person because his money was too important to spend on a robot replacement to face the public. He had an ex wife and three kids to support.

His ex was a special kind of psychotic but they both respected their kids enough to never fight in front of them.

When Kevin got back to his divorced dad single apartment, he'd get down with a very specific kind of furry play. Because the cold plastic of human "perfection" turned him off humanity in general.

Pokemon had been public domain for about the past 200 years, but just recently more and more RODs had become Pokemon.

One day, on the subway home, there was a Pikachu about the size of a medium sized dog sitting across from him.

"Hello, do you speak English?.." he finally musterd up the courage to say to it.

"PIKACHUUU" was the response that sent Kevin's neck and ears bright red. He looked away; figuring they could speak but didn't want to speak with him. Only to feel a little Pikachu paw on his arm.

"Pikachu, Pikachu!" Said this furry face that was suddenly very close to his. It was more than just electric, this wild face that was human but not human; animal but not animal was turning him on something crazy.

He playfully pushed it away just to see it wriggle, do a back flip, and climb right on to his lap.

Now Kevin's raging boner was impossible to hide, so he figured he'd let the Pikachu discover it and probably run away on its own.

To his surprise the Pikachu discovered it, loved it, and did a hand stand to present its butt. Mechanical beeps and whirs as what was just fur opened to reveal a perfect pocket pussy.

He stuck in a finger and yea it was warm, wet and definitely deep enough for him.

Now everyone on the subway was watching as Kevin was essentially fingering a robot pussy that was inches from his face.

In a moment a self awareness Kevin flipped the Pikachu right sized up and looked in its eyes, "Allright you dirty magic rat, you're coming home with me. Nod your head if you agree."

The Pikachu nodded its head vigorously and started to lick Kevin's fingers. God these robots were getting way too warm and wet on the inside.

It's hard to describe exactly how the Pikachu was an active bottom but it was the best sex Kevin ever had: the Pikachu pocket pussy was the perfect warm and tight as the furry demon backed up on Kevin's cock like a hungry slut too desperate for cum to care how about anything else.

Afterwards, Kevin was spent. He lay there happy and exhausted with the Pikachu curled in the crook of his arm. It had made some interesting noises but never said anything other than "Pikachu".

Then he felt pain on his chest. He looked down to see the Pikachu had its little teeth sunken into his pectoral muscles. The Pikachu withdrew its teeth to speak with what was suddenly the raspy voice of a full grown man. "I just gave you a sedative; you'll be fine but when you wake up all your valuables will be gone."

"But will I see you again?.." is all Kevin could think to say as things started to get fuzzy.

"No and don't look for me. I'm one of many Pikachu out there and none of them have a pussy this good."