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Serena was in the Pokémon Center kitchen, determined to impress Ash after another day of adventures. At 20 years old, she was still terrible in the kitchen – everyone knew it. Pikachu would even run away when he saw her with a spoon in her hand. But today would be different! She was going to make a special curry for Ash, who had returned exhausted from a battle.
The problem was that the Center's kitchen was a mess. Brock had been there earlier and, for some idiotic reason (he swore it was "vitamin supplements for long battle performance"), left a large, unlabeled jar with some blue pills. Serena, distracted as always, thought it was some exotic spice or yeast.
"Hmm... it looks different, but it'll give it a special touch!" she murmured, crushing about three tablets and throwing them all into the curry.
Ash arrived smelling of sweat and dust, with his cap crooked and that same silly smile as always.
Wow, Serena! You cooked for me? It looks delicious!
"Eat it all, Ash! I went all out," she said, blushing slightly as she served a generous bowl.
Ash devoured the curry in record time, praising it between bites:
— Damn, it's... fucking hot. It's really burning up!
He was sweating. A lot. More than usual. Pikachu, who was nearby, tilted his head in confusion as Ash began to fidget in his chair, clearly uncomfortable in his pants.
— Ash? Is everything alright? — asked Serena, sitting down next to him.
— I... um... I'm feeling strange. Like... very strange.
Suddenly, Ash looked at her. His brown eyes were wide, his face flushed, and there was a very obvious erection forming in the front of his jeans. The Viagra that Serena had accidentally injected (massive doses) hit him like a Hyper Beam.
"Serena... you look... very sexy today," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Me? But I only...
Before she could finish, Ash pulled her by the waist and kissed her hungrily. Not a cute anime kiss, no. It was a wet, desperate kiss, his tongue invading her mouth while his hands were already sliding under her white shirt, urgently squeezing her soft breasts.
— Ash! What's gotten into you?! — exclaimed Serena, shocked, but already moaning softly because, let's be honest, she'd been dreaming about this for years.
"I don't know... but I need to fuck you now," he growled, pushing her against the kitchen table.
In one swift movement, Ash ripped off her blouse, exposing her round breasts with pink nipples. He sucked on one forcefully while pulling down her skirt and panties, leaving Serena completely naked from the waist down. The forgotten curry steamed beside them.
Serena barely had time to react. Ash unzipped his pants, freeing his already rock-hard cock – throbbing, swollen, and bigger than usual thanks to the "special ingredient." He turned her around, bent her over the table, and thrust it all in at once into her wet pussy.
— Aaaahh! Ash! — Serena screamed, her hands gripping the edge of the table as he began to pump hard, mercilessly.
The wet sound of meat slapping filled the kitchen. Ash held her hips tightly, thrusting deep, each stroke making her breasts bounce against the wood.
— Damn, Serena... your pussy is so hot and tight... I can't stop...
He was possessed. He thrust like a bull in heat, fast and brutal. Serena moaned loudly, her legs trembling, pleasure mixed with the absurdity of the situation.
"I... I must have put something wrong in the curry!" she managed to say between groans.
"Then put more next time!" Ash replied, laughing hoarsely before giving her a sharp slap on the butt.
He turned her around, lifted one of her legs, and thrust in again, looking into her eyes as he sped up. Serena came first, squeezing his cock with spasms, screaming his name. Ash didn't last much longer – with an animalistic grunt, he came hard inside her, filling her pussy with hot, thick jets.
The two of them stood there, breathless and sweaty, with the now-cold curry beside them.
Ash blinked, still somewhat dazed.
— What the heck was in that curry?
Serena laughed, embarrassed and pleased at the same time, wrapping her arms around his neck.
— I think Brock stopped using Viagra thinking it was a "battle vitamin." I'm never cooking for you again.
Ash smiled, still inside her.
— Actually... do it again tomorrow. But let me know beforehand.
Pikachu, who had seen everything from the doorway, simply shook his head and left saying "Pika-pi..." (translation: "These humans are ridiculous").
The two repeated the "recipe" several times that week.