Rating: Probably 15/R for you Americans out there…coz of urm language, and urm alcohol and urm sex… Not too graphic though…at least I don’t think so…
Notes: Yeah, I’m nuts! Yeah, I need help. Well, not really that much … I don’t think… Anyway, I would like to take this chance to tell all little kiddies not to try this at home. Under aged drinking is very bad, but very fun when you add it to cartoon characters! Ooooohooohooo! I had so much fun writing this. So, if you suffer from insanity, run away, if you enjoy it quite well, please read on!
Love, Life and Charades…oh, and Strip Poker!
Team Rocket sat twiddling their thumbs in the depths of some unknown forest. Why, I hear you ask. Because they had plotter’s/schemer’s/planner’s block (pick the word of your preference). Well, every genius loses their inspiration every so often, it’s just that Jessie, James and Meowth seemed to lose theirs simultaneously.
Constant failure seemed to be taking its toll on our heroes and all over an annoying bunch of kids and their Pikachu. For that furry yellow rat they were forced to spend the majority of their time: sleeping on the floor, being electrocuted, flying through the air at high speed and landing painfully in some random place on hard ground, dressing in drag (for James), getting beaten to a pulp by random aggressive type people and Pokemon, getting whacked on the head with an arbitrary object pulled from somewhere on Jessie’s person when she was angry (for James and Meowth), and generally having a hard time. No wonder then that poor old Team Rocket weren’t feeling very “inspired”.
“I know!” announced James jumping to his feet.
“What James? Do you have an idea?!” cried Jessie, jumping up excitedly.
“Yes. Let’s play charades!”
Jessie and Meowth both proceeded to sweatdrop.
“Uh, Jimmy. I tink your forgettin’ sometin’.”
“What?”
“We’re supposed to be capturin’ Pikachu for de Boss!”
“Yes, but we’re all out of ideas, and even if we did make some kind of attempt, we’d just end up blasting off anyway.” Jessie was about to pull out her mallet when it struck her that James’s idea made so much more sense than either sitting there doing nothing or blasting off, or being electrocuted etc etc…
“He has a point,” said Jessie, secretly thinking she would much rather play charades than have to be humiliated by the twerps again.
“But what about de boss?” questioned Meowth cynically.
“Consider it time out to restore our inspiration,” said James proudly.
“Oh James, it’s a brilliant idea!” cried Jessie, as they happily jumped into each other’s arms.
“Hey, you guys, we haven’t got enough for even teams…heh heh…guess we’ll just have to give it a miss,” said Meowth, trying for some way of getting out of this situation. Last time they had played charades, it had been at Christmas, and it had involved alcohol, not the best combination for two very close “friends”, and even worse for Meowth who had had to witness their little *ahem* acts.
“Oh, Meowth! If you’re that bothered, then you can play with Arbok and Wheezing. Come on! It’ll be fun!” said Jessie encouragingly. Meowth sighed. It seemed there was no getting out of it now.
“Oh, well, alright…but no hanky panky!” Both Jessie and James turned red at this remark.
“I don’t know what you mean,” said Jessie indignantly.
“Oh, of course ya don’t.” Meowth rolled his eyes.
Ignoring him, Jessie and James called Arbok and Wheezing out of their Pokeballs. The two Pokemon appeared in a flurry of light and assumed fighting positions only to realise that there was no one to fight… except that pesky Meowth. They turned to their respective masters in confusion.
“Chaaaarbok?” (What’s going on?)
“Wheeeeeezing?” (Yeh. Whazzuuuuuuup?)
“We decided we’re not going to try to capture Pikachu today…” began Jessie.
“Because we can’t think of any plans…” continued James.
“Other than to play…”
“Charades!” they both finished in unison.
Oh no!, thought Meowth, Dey’re doin de finishin’ off each oda’s sentence ting! Dis is gonna be bad…
“You’re on Meowth’s team,” explained Jessie. Both Pokemon visibly sweatdropped at this.
“Now we have to put a load of titles in a hat…Jess, do we have a hat?”
“Hmmm…I’ll be right back.” She ran to the tent and opened a large chest marked “Weapons”. She rummaged through it, pulling out a frying pan, a lasar gun, a screwdriver, James’ bottle cap collection, a supersoaker water gun, a handbag, and finally, a large top hat. You may now be wondering why some of these things are in the “Weapons” chest. Do not ask me. Jessie returned with the hat and they proceeded to each fill it with 10 titles of their own choice. Meowth translated for Arbok and Wheezing. This being done the game began.
“We go first!” announced James, “It was my idea.” Jessie then picked a piece of paper out of the hat and James grabbed her hand as they ran behind a tree in order to be out of earshot.
“What is it?” he asked excitedly. She opened the piece of paper to reveal their fate.
Smiling devilishly she replied, “James Bond.”
“Oooooo!”
“Now let’s see. How shall we do this?”
***
“What’s takin’ dose two so long?” asked Meowth to know one in particular as it appeared he was getting no joy from Arbok and Wheezing, who had begun the Pokemon equivalent of an arm wrestling match. Arbok had managed to wrap itself around Wheezing and was squeezing just a little too hard…Wheezing was actually looking quite happy about this, which led to more questions than Meowth was willing to ask.
“Dis is gonna be a long day…” he said to himself.
***
“Okay! We’re ready!” announced Jessie, jumping out from behind the tree.
“Let’s get this show on the road!”
“Shut up and do it already!” moaned Meowth.
Both looked at him angrily, but decided their act was more important than beating him up. They both held up two fingers at exactly the same time.
”Two woids.”
They then proceeded to move their hands in that obscene action that is supposed to look like a rolling camera, but looks more like you are having a spasm.
“Boka.” (Film)
“Wheeez.” (First word.)
Jessie pointed at James.
“Unstable?”
“Hey!” said James, “Jessie give me your frying pan!” (That could be misinterpreted, I know, but still…)
“Later, James! They have to guess first!” She gave him her look of death and he promptly shut up.
“Transvestite?”
“Wheez?” (Scream?)
“Chaaaarbok?” (Loser?)
“Oh! I know! Men in tights!!” Meowth cracked up at himself.
“Quiet, Meowth! Don’t insult my manhood!” James pouted.
“James is just in touch with his feminine side!” exclaimed Jessie. Meowth snickered but became silent when Jessie made to bring out her mallet.
“James, I think we’re going to have to go for something a little more obvious.”
“Right, Jessie.” Striking a very manly pose, James put his arm around Jessie’s waist as she put a hand on his chest and looked up at him adoringly. With his other hand he held up a non-existent gun. Meowth looked at them worriedly, sweatdropping, while Arbok and Wheezing continued to try and guess.
“Wheeeezing wheeze?” (When Harry met Sally?)
“Chaaaaarboka?” (Romeo and Juliet?”)
“Austin Powers?” asked Meowth, hopefully, trying to get their go over with so they wouldn’t go any further.
“Could we be any more obvious?” James asked Jessie. She suddenly got a very good idea. It was Thursday and that meant…
*** From a dirt path that coincidentally ran exactly alongside Team Rocket’s camp, the twerp trio were once again arguing about who last had the map, they did not, however, bother to wonder where that left them. Once again, Ash was happy to be heading to the “Middle of Nowhere gym” to win his “non-existent badge” from “Mr Nobody” by means that obviously did not actually involve winning a Pokemon battle but by doing something sickeningly moralistic or just bribing the non-existent gym leader with non-existent chocolate. Well, he never uses a word with more than three syllables (well, ok sometimes four, five on rare occasions, but you get my meaning)…what do you expect?
“Hey! Don’t they look familiar?” asked Ash, suddenly getting distracted by the view through the bush.
“What, Ash?” asked Misty, trying to hide the adoring look she was aiming at him.
“Through the bush. Look. I’m sure I’ve seen them before…” Brock followed Ash’s gaze.
“Oh great. Let’s just be very quiet so they don’t see us.”
“Why? Let’s go challenge them for a Pokemon battle!”
“Ash, why would you want to battle villains?”
“How do you know they’re villains?”
“We only see them everyday…blasting off at the speed of light ring any bells?”
“Huh?” Ash gave him his “I don’t understand that question…but thank you for asking” look.
“Ash, the day your brain learns to work faster than one centimetre per hour will be the day that I realise I have no eyes.”
“It’s Team Rocket!” cried Misty, “ But what are they doing?”
*** “Turn around,” ordered Jessie. James was suspicious.
“Why?”
“Just do it.” Noticing the look of “prepare for the mallet unless you do what I say” on Jessie’s face, James did as he was told. No sooner had he done this than Jessie grabbed the top of his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles to reveal a pair of novelty boxer shorts with “007” printed all over them. She then looked towards the audience of gaping Pokemon and pointed at them, trying to get her meaning across.
“Eeeeeee!” James squealed, “Jessie! What are you doing?!” He made several pointless efforts to try and pull his trousers up, but failed miserably.
Finally getting the picture, Meowth, who was feeling very worried at the prospect of Jessie removing James’ trousers, announced, “James Bond!”
“Finally!” cried Jessie, “How obvious did you want us to be?”
“Urrr…Jess, could I have my trousers back please?” asked James nervously.
“Why?” asked Jessie, smiling wickedly, “After all, it is a very hot day…”
“Please!” he cried in despair, then realised the underlying tones of what she had just said; “Oooooooh!”
***
The group of twerps who were observing from behind the bush were watching in fascination at the scene that was unfolding before their eyes.
“Why won’t Jessie give James his trousers back?” asked Ash.
“Well, Ash, you see, you know what happens between some guys and girls when they get older…” began Misty.
“They start to have feelings that are…a little more than friendly, and well, Jessie and James are very close…” continued Brock.
“Close is right. They have sexual tension you could cut with a fruit knife, and they suck at hiding it,” interrupted Misty.
“Yeah, I mean, “I’ll always remember what a wonderful dresser you were”? That certainly has underlying non-platonic meanings to me…”
“I wonder if they’ve ever…”
“Nah, they’re too proud, plus they have Meowth. But I bet they’ve come close. God, it should have been “wonderful undresser”. They get changed together and everything! James is a lucky guy. I could never get a woman to do that with me!”
Ash was looking at them both with a very bewildered expression, catching onto the conversation eventually, but then wishing he hadn’t.
“Uh, guys… You’re conversation has lost all meaning to me.”
***
Jessie and James were now rolling around, pulling and tugging at James’ trousers as Meowth watched in worried silence. Arbok and Wheezing had retreated into a corner doing God only knows what.
“Ok, if we’re not going to win this battle, and you are not going to give me my trousers, then I propose we do something,” said James, suddenly. Jessie looked at him, her mind taking a moment to adjust out of “rolling-on-floor-fight mode”.
“What are you proposing?”
“We play strip poker!”
A strangled cry escaped the bushes.
“Hey,” said James, “that sounded like…”
“The twerp!” cried Jessie, “Damn it! Do you think they’ve seen us?” They carefully approached the bush, somehow clinging onto each other for dear life.
“Why are you here? We were supposed to be bunking off today!”
“Uh…hi!” said Ash, “how are you?” Jessie and James looked at him suspiciously. Ignoring his “friend’s” blatant stupidity, Brock got to his feet.
“So… you’re not gonna try and steal Pikachu?”
“Not if you offered us money. Today is our inspiration day!” announced Jessie.
“Basically our day where we do nothing in the slightest bit useful to anyone in any way, shape or form,” added James.
“Good. Then I say we join you!”
“What?!?!” exclaimed Misty, “Brock, are you nuts?”
“Possibly, but what I’m saying is: we’re lost; they’re lost for ideas. Let’s all play strip poker! The more the merrier, they say!”
“Do you seriously wanna see James butt naked? ‘Cause that’s the usual way of things whenever we play strip poker. I always come out with all my clothes on!”
“Well, we’ll see about that. I bet I could get you at least down to your underwear!”
“You wanna take that bet?”
“Hey!” said James, “only I get to see Jessie in her underwear!” Everyone fell silent and turned to look at him.
“I mean…heh heh…ur…let’s play!”
“Wait a minute! How do we know you’re not going to trick us?” asked Misty. Jessie and James, who after getting over the original shock, had grown quite intent on the idea of embarrassing the twerps for a change, instead of the other way round, turned to her.
“We’ll swear on the Rocket Mandala of Truth!” They announced in unison.
“No Rocket ever made an oath to that and broke it.”
“At least none who lived to tell the tale…” Misty stopped them before they launched into full body theatrical mode.
“Alright. So uh, who has cards?”
“I do!” proclaimed James, wielding a pack from thin air.
“What’s the Rocket Mandala of Truth?” Jessie whispered to James.
“I have no idea,” replied James.
“Does it exist?” she asked.
“Most likely not.” Brock, very keen on their new endeavour, pulled out a bottle of vodka from his pack.
“I got booze!” he declared.
“Ooooooo!” squealed James.
“I’ll deal,” offered Jessie, snatching the cards off James before he could protest. Misty sat reluctantly down in the circle that had formed on the floor by the unlit campfire. Ash, who had remained very quiet during this whole exchange, finally spoke.
“So…what are we doing?” All present groaned.
“We are playing poker…only it’s a special kind where if you lose a round you have to remove an item of your clothing, ok?” explained Misty, in a patronising nursery school teacher voice.
“Huh?”
“Just sit down, Ash. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Meowth, who had been observing the whole tête-à-tête with some worry, decided they would need someone sane to watch over them, having become especially worried at the sight of vodka. This day was turning into a nightmare only he couldn’t wake up…
“So are we betting as well as stripping, or shall we just stick with stripping to start with?” asked Jessie, settling herself on the ground and taking a swig straight from the bottle of vodka as she expertly began to shuffle the cards.
“Stripping. I have nothing worth anything on me, so betting is pointless,” advised Brock.
“Okay, if you’re playin’, get in the circle and park your ass!” ordered Jessie. James placed himself eagerly next to her, Brock opposite, and Misty, reluctantly on the other side of Jessie. Meowth walked silently over, and perched on a log nearby, ready to deal with an emergency. After sitting in disturbed bewilderment for a while, Ash shuffled over between Misty and Jessie.
“So what happens now?” asked Misty suspiciously.
“I deal,” replied Jessie, circling round with the cards until everyone had five. Each person picked up their cards and observed. Both James and Brock groaned simultaneously. Jessie smiled victoriously.
“Anyone too chicken to carry on?” she asked, “Anyone gonna drop out?” There was an ominous silence, but no one spoke, although James and Brock looked very close to it, they could not give in and bruise their manly pride.
“Good,” she said, “Now do your stuff!” Each person proceeded to discard up to three cards, and replace them with up to three cards. All that was, except for Ash, who sat perfectly still, looking a little dumbfounded.
“Okay! Everyone! Let’s see what you’ve got.” Misty set down a one pair. Probably not enough to win the game, but probably good enough to keep her safe from having to remove an item of clothing. Jessie, smiling produced a straight.
“Read ‘em and weep,” she proclaimed. Brock miserably produced a bunch of random numbers that had no value at all.
“I’m in for it,” he grumbled. James reluctantly placed his cards down, revealing a value of nothing, like Brock, only with lower numbers.
“Looks like you’ve lost this round, James!” said Jessie, “Don’t be shy, now…”
“Hey! We haven’t seen the twerp’s cards yet!” he cried, grabbing at strings. Jessie sighed.
“Okay, twerp, let’s see ‘em.” Ash, who had finally realised what was going on was looking very smug.
“Read ‘em and weep!” he said, poorly imitating Jessie. He, through some miracle, produced a Royal flush. Jessie growled.
“I do not sound like that!”
“Well, James looks like you got the hard luck. Remove an item of clothing of your choice,” ordered Misty. Submissively, he removed his jumper, taking a swig of vodka to try and quell his embarrassment. Following his lead, the others also did so, even Meowth, who was feeling more and more like he would rather drown his sorrows than watch this scene sober.
“Round 2!” announced Jessie.
***
Things continued in much the same streak as this for the next ten rounds, which alternated between James and Brock getting closer and closer to nudity. They were all now also getting pretty damn pissed, having finished the first bottle of vodka, and being halfway through a second that Brock had produced miraculously. It is a wonderment to think of how he had gotten hold of an endless supply of vodka being underage, but never mind. On the tenth round, when James came down to his underpants, he finally cracked.
“Right! Thatsss it! I’m dealing!” he slurred, snatching the cards from Jessie, whose reflexes had been considerably dampened by the alcohol. She considered bonking him (in a non-horny way), but then decided against this, having lost all her hand-eye coordination. She proceeded to sulk, as the next round was dealt. To her disgust she found herself with the lowest score.
“Ha! Come on then, Jess! Off with sssomething.” Reluctantly, she removed her cropped sweater thing.
“I’ll get you back!” she muttered.
“Uh-uh-uh! You’ve had your fun with us! Now it’s our turn,” said Brock, happily. She growled menacingly. James was also grinning happily, too happily.
“What are you so pleased about?” asked Jessie, grumpily.
“Oh, nothing,” he answered, being a little obvious in looking her up and down, his drunken state hindering his common sense. Jessie smiled to herself absently, not at all perturbed that James appeared to be checking her out. ‘Must pursue this when in a more sober state’ she thought to herself. Jessie realised all too late that when she had no control over the cards she was dealt, she seemed to have no luck whatsoever, and lost the next two rounds, in which she removed both her thigh-high boots.
“This had better not get much further,” she muttered, bitterly, taking a swig from the beginning of their third bottle of vodka. Brock dealt the next round and as everyone replaced, or didn’t replace in some cases, their cards, several people winced at their poor luck, just hoping for dear life someone had worse than them. Both Misty and Ash were still both fully clothed. But not for long…mwahahahahaha!!!!!
Each person, in turn placed down his or her cards.
“Damn it!” moaned Misty, realising she had gotten the bad luck this time.
“Count yourself lucky, honey. At least you have enough on to stop certain perverted individuals from eyeing up your legs,” remarked Jessie, shooting a glare at James. He seemed to realise she was talking about him and, blushing, turned away. Misty removed her breech strap things (I have been informed by someone who knows about clothes that they are braces) and made do.
“Next round!” announced James hastily. Brock and Ash were both looking a little too pleased at the prospect of Misty removing her clothes, and Misty, who was by now, also a little pissed, was not looking at all put out. He dealt the cards, soon losing his sense of disturbance when he took another swig of vodka. He looked over at Jessie who was smiling to herself a little drunkenly. ‘.Maybe if I edge just a little bit closer’ he thought. Carefully he shuffled towards her. She appeared not to notice as she picked up her cards.
“Anyone too chicken?” he asked. No one spoke. They did their swapping and checked cards. Things looked bad for Jessie.
“Uh! This isn’t fair!” she moaned.
“Oh yes it is!” grinned James happily, glad to have an excuse to see Jessie with nothing on her top half, but her bra.
“We haven’t ssseen Ash’sss yet,” she slurred, although she didn’t really expect to get out of it. Ash had been having nothing but good luck for the whole game. Ash reluctantly put his cards down and half to Jessie’s relief, and half to her disgust at seeing the kid without clothes, he had the worst hand.
“Can I take a forfeit instead?” he grumbled.
“Oh come on, Ash. Just do it,” encouraged Misty, smiling goofily.
“Why are you so keen?” he asked, peeved.
“Just do it!” ordered Jessie, making to draw out her mallet.
“Aaaaah…yes ma’am.” He quickly removed his sleeveless jacket (I have been informed that this is called a body warmer, but I think that sounds horny), and made do.
The next few rounds came and Misty had to remove her footwear, then Ash had to remove his top. This disgusted all present, aside from Misty who kept taking very obvious glances at his chest. At first Ash had found this very disturbing, but now, after a few swigs of vodka, he was sending flirtatious glances back her way. These were countered by Brock’s jealous ones. He was currently wondering if he could take advantage of one of the scantily clad girls. He had had Jessie in mind, but she and James appeared to be inseparable, moving ever closer. And they kept making a big deal of bending over each other to get the vodka. He was sure James hand was going places that weren’t required to pick up the bottle. Meowth had also had a few swigs of vodka, and it had gone straight to his head. It appeared that he was trying to chat up Pikachu.
“So Pikachu… how ya doin’?”
“Pika?” (What’s it to you?) The fat rodent eyed him suspiciously.
“Oh, jusssst wonderin’. You know, your cheeks are de prettiest shade o’ red…” remarked Meowth, looking at him through dazed eyes.
“Pika pi.” (Touch me and I’ll hurt you.)
“Ooh. I can’t wait to feel your thundershock…strike me, Pika! Strike me hard!” Pikachu looked at him with great worry.
“Pika! Pika pikachu!!” (Ash, the cat is trying to do something with me… and it’s not good.)
“Hey!” cried Ash, “Only I’m allowed to do things with Pikachu!” The whole assembly looked up from their cards to stare at him. Ash just looked at them, bewildered.
“What?”
“I don’t think he realises what he just said,” said Misty sadly.
“So young, so dumb,” said James, turning to Jessie and holding onto her waist fearfully, “I hope our children don’t turn out like that.”
“We’re having children?” asked Jessie curiously, grinning at him slyly. Realising what he had just said, he began to blush.
“Well, urr…”
“Okay,” interrupted Brock, “let’s see the cards.” The moment broken, Jessie and James observed what they had, slowly lowering them. ‘.Must bring this subject back up’ thought Jessie, then looking at her cards compared with everyone else’s, she cursed.
“Damn it. This is getting indecent. I’m going to be wearing the least here.”
“Jess, I’m still wearing less than you. I’m in nothing but my underpants! You’ve still got something on your top and bottom half.”
“Yeah, but this skirt is so small it’s hardly here, and you have no reason to cover your chest,” she moaned.
“Neither do you,” he countered, grinning wickedly. Jessie gave him a curious look.
“I’m not sure how to interpret that,” she said.
“Want some help?” asked James, moving closer to her and sliding off her black crop top, leaving her in her black lacy bra and mini skirt. He smiled devilishly. Jessie blushed slightly.
“Ahem,” Brock cleared his throat loudly, “what is this, strip poker or Davina McCall’s Love on a Saturday Night?”
“What’s the difference?” asked Misty.
“Not much, I suppose,” mused Brock, “but still, can we get on with the game please?” Jess and Jim gave no answer, they appeared to be having what could only be described as a telepathic tennis match with their eyeballs.
“I think we may have lost two players,” remarked Misty, “shall we do something else?”
“I can think of a couple of things I’d like to do,” said Brock, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Ash glared at him.
“Hey! I wanted to do things with Misty!” They glared at each other. Misty smiled to herself.
“Boys, boys, calm down. There’s enough of me to go round…” Beaming happily, Misty took both their hands and led them to their tent, which was miraculously pitched through the powers of animation. They didn’t emerge again that night.
Jessie and James, having noticed they had been left alone (Meowth and Pikachu had left to do something…), emerged from their telepathic tennis match. They looked around, trying to avoid eye contact. Jessie wrapped her arms around herself; the descending night had brought the cold with it. James looked at her, and grabbed the matches from next to him, attempting to light the campfire. His drunken state made lighting a match a bit of a challenge, especially as he was interrupted by a loud squeal from the direction Misty, Brock and Ash’s tent halfway through, but it worked eventually. She still shivered, so he did something he definitely would not have done in a sober state. He put his arms around her; considering their state of dress, this was definitely a non-platonic gesture.
“What are you doing?” asked Jessie, mildly surprised and a little starstruck; she looked up at him blearily. ‘Definitely should not have drunk so much’ she thought, leaning into him, ‘Ooh, he’s so muscular! I hope I’m not dreaming…’
“Uh, you looked cold,” said James a little shyly, blushing.
“Are you going to make a move on me?” she asked. ‘Now why did I ask that?’ she thought, ‘That was a stupid thing to ask’.
“Do you want me to?” he asked a little slyly, looking into her eyes. She shoved at him playfully, knocking him over as he pulled her with him.
“Are you trying to?” She suddenly realised what an absolutely non-platonic position they were in. She was sitting on top of him, one leg either side of his pelvis, and neither had very much clothing on. She grinned impishly.
“I think you want me to,” he said, smiling tipsily.
“I think you want to,” she countered. He looked at her for a moment, as though measuring how serious she was. Then suddenly he pulled her forward and their lips met gently at first, and then forcefully. All their pent up feelings were released into one long snog. In fact for a very long time you could barely tell where one of them began and the other ended. So long in fact that it was surprising they were still alive, as they had been snogging for far longer than was physically possible to hold your breath. Oh well, the powers of Japanation.
When they finally broke away, they looked at each other, dreamily.
“Let’s go in the tent,” said James. Jessie giggled happily.
“Okay.”
They could hardly keep their hands off each other long enough to open the tent flap. Once they were in there was no stopping them, but let’s just say there was a little more than vodka and pent up sexual tension that was passing between them.
“You know something, Jessie?” asked James, halfway through removing her bra, breaking the contact of their lips.
“What is it, James?” she asked, a little breathless, and who wouldn’t have been?
“I love you.” She smiled with happiness, yeah a little drunken, but still. She grabbed his boxers and slid them down. Then kissed him.
“I love you too,” she whispered in his ear, and he grinned with pleasure.
*** “So Pikachu…what’s goin’ on wit’ you and Ash?” asked Meowth.
“Pika pika pikachu?” (Is it still too late to take a dare?)
“Yeah, we already went t’rough dis. Now spill.”
“Pika pika.” (He’s my best friend.) Meowth looked at him sceptically. As you may or may not have realised, they were playing truth or dare, behind Ash, Misty and Brock’s tent. This was not at all a noiseless spot, but it was entertaining.
“Sure, tell it ta de jury.”
“Pi pika!” (It’s true!)
“Oh Pikachu! Give it to me, baby!” came a drunken sounding Ash from the tent.
“Ash! Did you just call me Pikachu?!” shrieked Misty. Meowth gave Pikachu a knowing look.
“Sure…you’re just friends…”
Finit
More coming your way soon! Run for the hills!!! But wasn’t that fun? And before you try and tell me that I should be put away, don’t worry, I already know. I know this was hopelessly horny, but that’s my perverted sense of humour for you. I personally am very proud.Please send me feedback at free_tree@moose-mail.com. Thank you, thank you!
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