Story Notes:
The same thing as last time
Chapter 1
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Story Joke:-
Good mornings are made of these. You're the Pokémon League champion,
your stock in Nintendo has went up 30 points, your mother is out for a while,
and the sun is just rising. But most importantly, your best friend, just recently
turned girlfriend, a glorious-looking one at that, has her warm, soft body up
against you. She's like a dream filter, letting thoughts of happiness and joy
pass though them; while keeping the awful elements of nightmares far away.
And when she has her slender arms around you, you couldn't help but to smile.
You're like her teddy bear, and most girls love teddy bears.
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The story begins:
A dark-haired boy, laying in his room, was in that exact situation with the redhead
of his dreams. She was still wearing that sexy two-piece lingerie set that she was sporting last night. He noticed that the pokemon were still asleep. He decided to
get up, but he forgot about his girlfriend's surprisingly tight grip on him. It was
then that he thought of a way of getting her awake. He turned his head around, maneuvered himself a little, then pecked her on the lips.
Her eyes started to flutter, and she let out a quiet, long yawn, and stretched out,
taking her arms off of her boyfriend. He rolled off the bed to observe her
awakening.
"Morning, Misty," he said.
"Good Morning, Ash," she said, "did you dream about me?"
"Yep. All night."
"Good. Were they all good dreams?"
"Yeah. Each one was like a different fantasy of you."
"Ooh. Which one did you like the best?"
"Hmmm... let me think..... oh. There was one where you were is this slinky
silver dress, and you hair was long, and it illuminated the night sky. You
stared at me, and your eyes froze me. I ... I couldn't move. And then, your
hands, they were warm, and they melted the ice around me. And then you
kissed me... and then you asked me to take your hand. I was timid at first, but
the touch of your skin soon gave me reason to give in. Then, we were flying
through the clouds, still hand-in-hand. We saw my mother; and when she saw us,
she fainted. When we got down, we kissed again, but this time, it was longer....
forever..."
"That was a pretty neat dream. Wanna hear mine?"
"Sure."
"I dreamt that I was a princess who ruled alone. I was dying of lovelessness.
One day, I was so depressed that I decided to drown myself in a nearby pond.
But before I jumped, you grabbed me right before I fell. Then you took me to
your toy shop. You said that you made Pokémon toys for a living. After a few
short weeks, I fell in love with your work...and you too. Since you lived alone, I
asked you if you would live with me in my castle and help me rule our kingdom.
You refused at first, but with my charisma and charm, you eventually were
convinced. You were able to bring your business to everyone in the land as you
help me bring happiness back to my castle, and my kingdom. We married, and
lived happily ever after...."
"You dreamt of me too?"
"Of course I did. A girl can have dreams about the man she loves, can't she?"
"Uh... yeah. Thanks for thinking about me."
Misty sat up on the bad, and crawled over to where Ash was. She grabbed his
neck and kissed him moderately hard on the lips.
"No," Misty said sweetly, "I should be giving thanks to you."
"Well," Ash said, flabbergasted, "that's one heck of a way to show thanks."
"Oh, I've got even more intense ways of showing thanks, you know...."
Ash took a huge gulp when he heard that. "Let's not go there, Misty."
"I'm just kidding, Ash! I wouldn't try anything like that... at least, not right now...."
"Yeah, I knew that."
"Are you gonna prepare another one of your deluxe breakfasts again?"
"Yep. Eggs Benedict, blueberry waffles, turkey sausage patties, and rice."
"That'll be real nice. Well, I'll be up here bathing Pikachu and Togephi. And
remember, we gotta start out preparation for our house party today!"
"Okay," Ash said as he kissed her on the cheek, "thanks."
"No prob, Ash."
Ash delivered the goods once again with another lip-smacking breakfast that
all enjoyed. Cleanup was the same, with Mimey at the helm. Ash then took his
bath, and all five went in Ash's convertible to get started the party planning.
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Meanwhile, outside of a mini-gym near Vermillion City......
"Sandslash, Grave Digger!"
A stout beige mouse with long, spiky hair on its back, dashed at its opponent,
a Marrill, grabs the round blue mouse, and stabbed it with its claws. After that,
the Sandslash jumped up, with the Marrill still in its grasp, and dropped down,
smashing the Marrill with massive impact. When the dust cleared from the
impact, the Marrill seemed not to be moving.
"You killed my Marrill!" the Marrill's trainer, an eleven-year old boy cried, "Why!?"
"Sorry little dude," the Sandslash's trainer, an eighteen-year old teen answered,
"it was jus doin its job. But it ain't dead, though. It's probably jus unconscious.
There's a Pokémon Center in Verm City you can go to get it fixed up."
"Okay," the boy said as he recalled the fallen Marrill, "When I come back, your Sandslash
will be lying on the ground just like Marrill was!"
"I don't think that's likely, kid," the winning trainer said, "Now get out my sight
before my Sandslash digs your grave!"
The boy promptly scattered towards Vermillion City.
"Why can't I find any decent trainers around here?" the Sandslash's trainer said
as he scratched his green-and-black hair, "we'll never be in shape for next year.
C'mon Sandslash; back to the gym."
Sandslash nodded and dug its way back to the gym tent.
Abraham Julius Hardcoure had been on a hiatus of good competition recently.
It would seem that he would have to leave his gym and find a challenge
elsewhere.
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A.J. was looking for his second consecutive Pokémon League title this year.
With his roughneck style of training, A.J. proved himself to be a serious
problem for his opponents. And when he faced Ash Ketchum for the title last
year, he taught Ash and his Pikachu a very harsh lesson- his Sandslash left
Ash's Pika-pal bloodied and scarred. A.J. still savors that moment.
This year, his team of pokémon tore through their foes again, and so did Ash
(but in more spectacular ways). A.J. seemed to be the odds-on favorite again,
but Ash seemed more of a threat than before. He was really focusing on his
matches as of recently, and a lot of people wanted to see Ash win. Ash may be
an underdog, but he was a highly lovable underdog.
The championship match was like an epic war. Ash was up one, then A.J. tied it.
A.J. had the lead, then Ash tied. the pattern continued until there was only one
pokémon for each trainer. Pikachu had rarely been used during Ash's time in the tournament, for it being such a powerhouse of a pokémon. Ash had been really
creative in teaching Pikachu a few new TMs- "Spiral Tail Whip", and "Low Tackle Attack". A.J. had also taught Sandslash a few new TMs as well- "Hundred Claw
Slap", "Spinning Body Slam", and his devastating finisher, the "Grave Digger".
The battle seemed to be evenly matched. There was a dramatic point in the
match where each one was breathing heavily, waiting for their respective
trainers to give them the cue to do their finishing moves. The crowd was in total
silence, and then......
"Sandslash, Grave Digger, NOW!"
"Pikachu, Lightning Dash Attack!"
The large beige mouse pokémon charged, claws spread out, ready to impale the
much smaller yellow mouse. The yellow mouse just sat there, charging its
electricity, and got into a sprint-ready stance. The electric mouse seemed very determined. The Sandslash continued to race at the Pikachu at a stupendous
speed. It was only ten meters from its target.
Seven...
Five...
Three....
Pikachu, now with electricity raging from its sacs, took a step back, and....
WHOOSH!
The Pikachu had rammed past the Sandslash with lightning speed, send the
Sandslash flying into the air, and then falling head first into the ground with a
sickening thud to all who listened.
Ash nearly fell off the platform from the fact that Pikachu set up that finish so
perfectly.
A.J. couldn't believe how much impact that move carried. His Sandslash was
barely moving...
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A.J. still couldn't believe how that one match ended.
He stood up, and shook himself out of the daydream. He then went to his mailbox.
There wasn't much to see, except for what was a beige envelope.
"It's from Ash...."
A.J. opened the beige envelope and took out what look like an invitation and
read it.
"Ah! So he's finally got together with Misty. I don't know what she sees in him,
but when I get a hold of her at that party, she'll be going home with me. Heh
heh..."
Feeling a little bit better, A.J. placed the invite in his pocket and headed back
into his gym. He went over and hugged Sandslash, an apology for the way
that he acted toward it earlier. He sat it down and cleared, getting the
attention of all his pokémon.
"Okay ev'ryone! We're goin' on the road again! We're gonna find us a good
challenge or two!"
With that, the pokémon stopped what they were doing and got into a line to
be put into their pokéballs. The nonhesitance of his well-trained pokémon
made A.J. smile a little.
When all the pokémon were settled in their compact living quarters, he
packed them into a large backpack and zipped them in. Then A.J. locked up
his gym and headed to his Pathfinder and loaded it with the pokéball bag and
other supplies. He then got into the driver's seat, started up the SUV, and
headed off to his next destination.
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Meanwhile, at the House of Imite....
"I won. Now leave."
"Like hell I am! I want a rematch, little girl!"
"My name's Duplica. Get it right."
"I don't give a damn what your name is. I just want my g**damn rematch!"
"Sorry, you've had your chance. Now leave me alone, or will I have to hurt you?"
"Oh, please. What can your little bitch-ass do to me?"
"Keep dissing me like that and you'll soon find out!"
"F**k you, bitch! Just give me my f**king rematch!"
"Grrrrr... that's it! Now you're gonna learn why it's not proper to hurt a girl's
feelings! Heya!"
(Duplica uses her Ninjutsu skills to bring her opponent to the floor.)
"Now, will you please leave, or do you want another dose of my electrifying
acumen?"
"Okay, bitch. You win..."
(A gunshot is fired, and the bullet hitting something hard.)
"That.. was a BIG mistake. Ditto, transform into a katana!"
"Dit..to!"
(A slicing of flesh is heard.)
"That gash across your arm should remind you of your terrible decision to
toy with the likes of me...."
Poor Duplica Solaris. She was not having a very good day, to say the least.
She hadn't had any guests to perform for at her theatre, and the last visitor
needed to be disciplined severely. Sighing, she went up to her room and undid
the ponytails in her blueish-green hair. She changed her attire into something
more comfortable after taking a long, warm bubble bath. She lied down on her
bed, and the always cheerful Ditto instinctively transformed into a pillow and
found its way under Duplica's head.
"Why am I not getting any crowds? I'm trying my best to entertain people out
there. They usually come back. Why aren't they now?" she said solemnly.
"Dit, dit, di, tto, to, dit," (Don't worry, Duplica,) the pokémon said, still morphed
into a pillow, "di, dit, to, to, tto, ditto, di, to!" (maybe they're getting some of their
friends to come along so that we'll have a bigger crowd the next time around!)
"I sure hope so," Duplica said as she lifted her head, "Ditto, can you get my mail for me?"
"Ditto." (Sure thing.)
"Thanks, Ditto," Duplica said, a little bit more cheerfully.
"Ditto." (No problem.)
While Ditto was out, Duplica tried to think about something that would put her
in a better mood. She began to wonder what the Pokémon League champion
was up to. Her and Ash have kept in contact with each other for the past few
years. She got a chance to see Ash during the tournament a few months ago.
Him, Misty and Duplica spent a little time together and got reacquainted with
each other. Pikachu and Ditto didn't have any problem hooking up again, and
seemed very friendly to each other. She was glad to see him again, and there
was still so much that she wanted to tell him....
"Ditto!" (Delivery!)
"Oh! Well that was quick!"
She quickly took the mail from off of Duplica, and immediately began to file
through the mail until she found a beige envelope.
"Hey! It's from Ashy-boy!"
She ripped open the envelope to find a small white piece of paper.
"An invitation..." she said as she began to read it, "how nice of him to invite
me to his party. I'll look my best for you, Ashy-boy. You'll see..."
With that, Duplica kicked herself from off her bed, and thought of going
shopping for an outfit for the house party. She changed her attire back to
her street clothing, and called a cab. Fifteen minutes later, her and Ditto
were in the cab, on their way to the Pallet Mall.
Duplica felt like a new girl. Now recharged with spirit and purpose, she
anticipated, in her mind, herself grabbing her ultimate goal- to get Ash
Ketchum to love her.
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Meanwhile, near Viridian City...
"Jolteon, Lightning Headbutt!"
"Charmie, Hell's Tornado!"
The Evolved Electric Eevee jumped high into the air, and gathered massive
amounts of electrical energy around its spiky body. Charmie, the Charizard,
started to spin around, generating pyrotechnic energy from its tail, eventually
creating a whirlwind of spiraling fire. Spinning faster and faster, he released
the funnel of flames, entrapping the descending Jolteon inside.
"All right, Charmie! Now Seismic Toss!"
"Not so fast! Jolteon, Agility!"
The Charizard tried to grab the Jolteon for a finishing slam, but Jolteon was on
the ball, and the Charizard could not catch it. But the Charizard was smart.
Conserving his energy, he waited until the Jolteon finished using its Agility,
and got in a lucky grab.
"Err... Jolteon, Counterattack!"
"Charmie, cancel it with a Fire Blast!"
Jolteon tried to get a hit in, but Charmie had already prepared for the knockout
blow. Soon enough, the Fire Blast connected, and Jolteon was toasted. The
winning trainer took off his hat, brushed his light burnt red hair, and gave a
victory sign.
"Way to go Charmie!"
Richie Coppernickel, considered to be the carbon copy of Ash Ketchum in
terms of looks, had just won a pokémon duel against the self-proclaimed
G-Force, Gary Oak.
"You're pretty good, dude. You remind me of Ash."
"Yeah, I know. That's what everybody tells me. Thanks for the match, but I
gotta go. Erika's counting on me to help her close her fragrance store. If
you happen to see Ash, tell him 'Wazzup?' for me, 'kay?"
"Sure. I won't lose next time- to you or Ash!"
"Yeah, okay. We'll find out the next time we meet."
Gary ignored the remark and returned his downed Jolteon. Feeling
humiliated, he haphazardly pressed the unlock key on his car remote. And
then when he thought that he couldn't be any worse off, he felt precipitation on
his head; and it was coming down pretty hard, pretty fast. So as quickly as he
could, he raised the convertible's roof and buckled it, not getting too wet in the
process. Gary reclined his car seat to where he was flat on his back. This was a
good time for thinking....
So much has happened to him since he started his journey for pokémon
supremacy. He had a car, cheerleaders, charisma, looks, all the gym badges,
plenty of pokémon, and the solid reputation that comes with being an Oak.
He made it to the Pokémon League semis for the third time this year, only to
be washed out by Ash Ketchum, his eternal rival. Nevertheless, Gary had
made himself a well-respected trainer, winning pokémon matches on some of
the ugliest underground battlefields, winning plentiful amounts of cash. One
can say that Gary hadn't a worry in the world.....
But behind his brashness, cockiness and designer clothing, there was a
person begging to be loved. Didn't he have parents, you ask? Yeah, but they
were Team Rocket members who were caught during a heist involving
something to do with the Pink Pokémon Island Reserve, and they're serving
a 20-year sentence that started seven years ago. And since they were put in
confinement, he couldn't see them, so he was to live with his older sister,
May, who he missed very much. She was attending college at some far-off
University, studying Pokénomics. Fortunately, they mailed each other on a
consistent basis. She was always concerned about him; but Gary didn't
mind- in fact, he appreciated it. He liked it when May worried about him; it let
him know that someone's concerned. He couldn't help but to love his sister-
the only one who loved him back.
As he found himself getting a little too relaxed, he propped the back of the
seat up, started up his car, and headed home while the quiet storm continued
to commence.
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Meanwhile, just outside of Team Rocket Headquarters....
"We got a week off!" An overjoyed James yelled, "And we got our bonus!"
"Well, we have been doing much better in catching pokémon lately," Jessie
agreed, "And we didn't run into those twerps in the process either."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But remember who tought out de ideas," Meowth rung in.
"Who?" James asked cluelessly, earning him a Fury Swipe from and irritated
Meowth. James screamed like he was in Hell.
"Me, dunderhead!" Meowth answered, "I wus da one who gave de idea of nettin
thoze pokémon!"
"But it took me and Janes to pull it off," Jessie interrupted, "But the fact is, we
did catch themn and we're finally in the boss's good books!"
"If we keep this up, we'll be able to shove it in the faces of Butch and Cassidy!"
James exclaimed.
"It's all a matter of time, my dear James," Jessie said putting an arm around
James, "Then, we'll be able to call ourselves..."
"TEAM ROCKET CHAMPIONS!" They both shouted.
"Oh screw your 'Team Rocket Champions' shit," Meowth interrupted, "I'll be the
Top Cat of Team Rocket, and I won't have to work with you pansies anymore...."
Angered by the Meowth's ignorance, Jessie pulled out her newly polished
mallet, and James pulled out his slick new hockey stick.
"Get lost, you feline fink!" Jessie yelled as she laid a serious smack down on
poor Meowth, molding him into a puck...
"And blast your furry ass outta here!" James roared, as he sent Meowth flying
with a fierce slapshot, sending him right into the statue of Team Rocket's executive-in-chief, Giovanni.
"Now that that damn Meowth is gone, let's find somewhere to get away!" Jessie cheered,
opening a large umbrella.
"There's an Italian place in Viridian," James suggested, "I've heard they've got
great spaghetti..."
"Excellent idea!" Jessie agreed happily, "And it's only an hour away. Let's go!"
Hmm... they get a bonus and a week off, but they still don't get the company car.
It would seem that Mr. Gio is not truly convinced of their competence....
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It was an aggravating evening before her Homecoming at Pokémon Tech.
The guys that were calling her just weren't cutting it.
Of all the guys that were from PokéTech, not one could seem to please her.
There was an exception- a boy named Joe. About six years ago, he left
PokéTech to pursue experience on his own. However, Joe and her have
managed to keep in touch. Joe was a nice guy, but he was a little too young for
her. This year he would be fifteen, and she just turned nineteen.
She graduated Pokétech with flying colors. She was the Prom Queen, and a Valedictorian of her graduate class, immediately granting her into the Pokémon
League.
She didn't make it past the quarterfinals, but she still stood as a force that all
should recognize. She, Giselle Evera, had an outstanding future to look forward
to.
Now, she lived alone in her condo, somewhere on the Seafoam Islands. She was
resting outside, breathing in the ocean air- until it began to rain. She went inside,
but not before checking her mail. A lot of it was a bunch of "I Miss You" letters,
except for a beige envelope that stood out.
"From Ash Ketchum?" Giselle questioned, "I wonder what he wants..."
She gently opened the envelope and read the white piece of paper that was
inside.
"Ah, Ash and the redhead from hell are arranging a house party. Speaking of
Ash, I wonder how his rival's doing? Maybe I can get Gary to come with me for Homecoming. Who knows? Maybe we'll both hook up for Ash and Misty's party too....okay, Giselle, don't push it."
With that, she logged on her computer to search for his phone number. Usually it
would be impossible to find because Gary's number is unlisted. But Giselle has a
lot of connections, and they're more reliable than any legal services.
Within a few minutes, Giselle had successfully found his number. She wrote it
down, then logged off. She began to head to her cordless phone....
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Gary, finally reaching his home, his hole away from the world, relaxed as he
enjoyed a serving of green tea ice cream. He got his reading glasses from off his
coffee table beside him, and grabbed a magazine to browse. It was the highlights
of last night's Capcom vs. SNK Pay-Per-View. In a three-on-three elimination
match, The Final Fight Team (Guy, Cody, Haggar) defeated the Fatal Fury Team
(Terry, Andy, Joe) 3-2, with Guy as the survivor. Chun-Li Zang took a loss to her newfound archrival, Mai Shiranui. Ken Masters gave Benimaru a good beating. And
in the weirdest match of the night, Kyo Kusanagi and Ryu Hoshi teamed up against
their enemies, Iori Yagami and Akuma respectfully, in a two-on-two street fight-
on the streets of Tokyo! Gary was in the middle of reading the results for that
match until his phone rang.
Gary really wasn't in the mood for a conversation, but he went for it anyway. He put
his magazine aside and answered.
"Hello?" Gary asked, unenthusiastically.
"Hi. I'm Giselle Evera," the caller answered in a kind and sweet voice, "Is this Gary Oak?"
"Yes, this is Gary Oak. Why do you call me?"
"Well, next week, I will be going to my Homecoming at Pokémon Tech, and I need a
guy to take me there."
"And why did you pick me?"
"Let's just say that you're more qualified than any other guy. I have friends that
admire you, and I think that you'd be a great surprise to bring along with me. I'll
even show you around Pokémon Tech if you want me too..."
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass."
"Are you sure you wanna pass this up? Don't you wanna be admired by the
marvelous students of Pokémon Tech? There are a lot of pretty girls there, and
they'd love to meet you..."
"Nah."
"Please accept my request, or will I have to come over there and drag you to PokéTech?"
"Alright, fine. You got one night only. After that, don't even think of calling this
number again. What time?"
"Five o'clock. I like to be first."
"You also like to be difficult."
"True... but it works."
"Yeah, yeah. So tomorrow at five, will you be able to get to my house by then?"
"Sure. Bye now."
"Yeah, bye."
(Disconnect)
"Geez; what a conniving bitch!" Gary muttered as he hung up the phone. He took
a few moments to cool off, and continued reading.
'Well, at least I'll have *someone* to hang out with,' Gary thought.
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Our favorite aspiring trainer, Mr. Brock Stannord, was enjoying a generous
vacation given by his breeding mentor, Dr. Ivy. This was a really special is that
the fact that he would be spending it with people that he held dear to him.
Take this first example- his many siblings. He always wanted the best for them,
and it had been quite a while since he had quality time to share with them, since
a lot of his time had been dedicated to his career in Pokémon Breeding. He
decided that a picnic was the best way to treat him and his younguns to some
new memories.
Speaking of family, Flint Stannord, Brock's once mysterious paternal figure, had
come to good terms with his son. Having taken responsibility of his shortcomings
of neglection of Brock and the rest of the children, and making up up for it
immensely, they were able to bond more easily, and truly become "Father and
Son" again.
But as great as all those thoughts were, they didn't hold the pinnacle effect of
why Brock was savoring this vacation. You see, throughout the later part of his
life, Brock had seem many attractive girls. His hormones had gone berserk for
every one of them. That is, with the exception of one individual.
And to think that it all started as a small rivalry in which both displaying a grand
respect for the other. She had given him a cute feline-looking pokémon, with
several stout tails, and he's never forgotten about her since.
Now he's looking forward to telling her how he feels...
Just a year ago, Dr. Ivy had told Brock that he wasn't the only one that she was mentoring. Three years before she had taken in Brock, she had taken in
another student. She was the same age as Brock was when she first brought
him in. She already was on a pretty advanced level, so she learned some of the
more difficult stuff almost effortlessly. Brock was a very assiduous worker as
well, but this young lady could even stay calm in the toughest of situations. But
what really opened Brock's eyelids was that his Vulpix had once belonged to
her. The memories were coming back...
And when Dr. Ivy introduced the twenty-one year old prodigy to him, he almost
fainted.
And now, that same girl was driving his father's minivan to meet him at the
Pewter picnic grounds.
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The renowned and very happy Suzanne Eumisiod, known to us as Suzie, was
checking the mail at her best friend's family residence. She had seen the
mailman come by, and she brought the mail with her. Suzie thanked the
mailman, and walked over to the minivan that had her best friend's little
brothers and sisters in it. Usually, she wouldn't even think about driving
these, but this is kind of a special occasion, for two kind of special people....
Her mentor, Dr, Ivy, had called for Suzie to meet her new understudy for
breeding experience. Suzie got a little worried, for she hadn't really taught
anyone before. For years, she had taught herself to be better, not anyone else.
But when she met with her understudy in person, her worried ness turned into motivation.
A young, fairy muscular, and exceptionally attractive male named Brock was
that motivation.
In the four years that followed, Suzie and he had grown more fond of each
other's breeding skills, upbringing, personality, and looks. Suzie's tall, supermodel-esque body could be very intimidating to Brock sometimes, but the
very athletic body of Brock's 6' frame could have her down to her knees. No
wonder that they found themselves staring at each other a lot.
Now, they were past the staring phases and talked to each other about
anything. There were only three words that needed to be said...
...And Suzie couldn't wait to say them.
As she started the ignition to the minivan, ready to drive Brock's siblings to
their picnic, she was making plans for tonight to do so....
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Brock had finally reached the picnic area, and he began to unpack the picnic
supplies from his Jeep® Cherokee® Limited. His Jeep was loaded with
tablecloths, food, paper plates, plastic cups, and his grilling machine, his
Char-Broil 30,000 BTU Gas Grill. He was beginning to wonder where Suzie was.
He continued to unpack the supplies until he heard the sound of another engine.
At first, he thought that it was another bunch of people, but when turned around
to see who it actually was, he recognized that it was his father's minivan coming
in to park. It stopped, and its driver stepped out.
"I need to change; plus I the mailman came by, so I brought the mail with me."
Suzie was wearing a stylish blue jean dress outfit. It was a tad bit more revealing
that the average dress, though. The slits were longer, and the top of her dress
revealed more upper body. She wasn't wearing a shirt, so the top of her valley
was visible.
"I didn't know..." Brock said, with a whimsical expression on his face, "I
would've waited longer if I had to."
"Oh, Brock, you're so silly," Suzie joked as she winked at him, "but I'll take that
as a compliment. Thank you."
With that, she rounded up all of Brock's brothers and sisters, and walked them
over to where Brock was. They began assisting him with the supplies, which
made Brock grin a little. The group got a little unorganized, but Brock and Suzie
lowed the pace down, and assigned each one of them a chore to do for the picnic.
With the children occupied, Suzie asked Brock to follow her into the minivan.
"What's up, Suzie?" Brock asked, with much concern.
"Well," she began, her voice slightly cracking, "we've known each other for quite
some time, and I've noticed that you've been kind of quiet recently. Is something wrong?"
Brock cleared his throat and answered, "Okay, you got me. I really.. hope that
you don't chew me out for telling you this, being my best friend and mentor, but I
might as well tell you what's going on. I've told you that I've gone crazy for pretty
girls, right?"
"Uh.. yeah.." Suzie answered, confused.
"And, when I met you for the first time... I kind of thought you were pretty too. I
went crazy for you too, but in a different way. After we first met, I couldn't get you
out of my head, and I still can't."
"Yeah," Suzie, "But what are you trying to say to me?"
Brock shifted his sight off Suzie for a moment, seeing that it was getting slightly
darker outside the van. He realized that there was much time to filibuster around.
"Hello, Brock?" Suzie asked, obviously still interested in an answer from him.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. What I'm trying to say is- that I'm ready to commit to you. I'm
crazy for you Suzie! You are what keeps me awake at night. And I may be wrong
about this, but I'm pretty sure that you feel the same way about me..."
Suzie was dumbstruck. 'How did he know? Oh..duh! Maybe 'cause I stare at him so much,'
Suzie said to herself, 'He's a stud! I can't help it! Well at least he's not shy about
this. I guess he can handle the truth. Here goes...'
Suzie smiled, knowing that she had been figured out. She kinda wanted it this
way. She liked the idea of Brock confessing first.
"Well, Brock, sweetie," Suzie began, "Oh what the hell! Brockie, baby, I wanna
be with you. I love the time we spend together. I love... just about everything
about you. Your smile, your body (Brock blushed), and the way that you take
care of the pokémon. I can't lie. You're the best I've ever known."
"Thanks a lot, Suzie," Brock said, with a large smile on his face, "You don't
know how much this means to me."
"Oh, I think I do..."
The bodacious breeder grabbed poor Brock's head and pulled it in for a very
passionate kiss. Brock, mumbling in surprise, thought of pulling back, but
rejected that thought as he tasted her sweet lips. He began to bring some
might into his kiss, and put his hands on her back, while Suzie held on to his
hips. Brock slid himself to where he was parallel to the seat, and let Suzie
climb on top of him and caress his smooth face. Brock was getting very excited.
She pressed her lips against his, but this time, she slapped her tongue in. It
didn't take much for her to wake Brock's tongue up for some tango. Brock kept
his hands on her firm back. But a minute later, Suzie slid out of his grasp, and
Brock was soon dancing alone.
"Huh?" Brock gasped.
"Uh-Uh," Suzie teased, "Not right now. Besides, we gotta start dinner."
Brock sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I almost lost it."
"Don't worry about it," Suzie said as he helped him up, "It's okay, Brockie. Now
come on; your sibs are probably getting really worried about us."
As they left the minivan, they saw all of Brock's younger brothers and sisters
lined up in juxtaposition, with very concerned looks in their eyes.
"Uh, Suzie," Brock muttered, "Got any ideas?"
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Tracey Sketcher, the lonely watcher/trainer, was looking at pictures of his
favorite female gym leaders. It was the Pokémon Insider's Swimsuit Issue, and
they had swimsuit pictures of all the female trainers of the world of Pokémon.
However, the only three he wanted to see were pictures of the fabulous Three-
Sisi, Erika, and Sabrina.
He's been keeping pics of them for years. He's even got a chance to sketch a
picture of them for them to have. He's pretty happy with what he's collected.
But it just doesn't compare to the sentimental value of one of them in a bikini...
Erika was in a sexy red spaghetti strap bikini;
Sabrina was wear an elegant one-piece white bikini;
And Sisi was in a sporty-looking one, with a belt around the waist.
Tracey frantically ripped them out of the three magazines he bought, and put
them in frames that set them off quite nicely.
After that, he checked out his mail, browsing through them until he found a
beige envelope, which looked different from the rest of his mail.
"It's from Ash and Misty..."
He read the invitation inside of the envelope which said:
(Hey!
Me and Misty have thought about you, and we've decided to invite you to a
special house party, just for being friends with us.
Be dressed to impress, 'cause me and Misty sure will. If you don't, either me
or Misty will drag you out of this party on your ass!
Hope that you will attend,
-Ash Ketchum
Pokémon League Champion)
"Cool!" Tracey shouted, "Maybe he's made friends with some hot girls. I can't
wait!"
He opened his Scyther's pokéball, bring out his favorite pokémon.
"Hey Scyther," Tracey said, showing Scyther the invitation, "This maybe my
chance to score!"
"Scyth, scy, ther, scyther!" (Go for it, buddy!)
"Don't worry, Scyth; I'm all for it!"
With that, he hang it on the wall of his room, and got ready to go to the
Cerulean Outlet- because today was the day that Erika, Sabrina, and Sisi would
be shopping there.Chapter End Notes:same as last time.....
Story Joke:-
Good mornings are made of these. You're the Pokémon League champion,
your stock in Nintendo has went up 30 points, your mother is out for a while,
and the sun is just rising. But most importantly, your best friend, just recently
turned girlfriend, a glorious-looking one at that, has her warm, soft body up
against you. She's like a dream filter, letting thoughts of happiness and joy
pass though them; while keeping the awful elements of nightmares far away.
And when she has her slender arms around you, you couldn't help but to smile.
You're like her teddy bear, and most girls love teddy bears.
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The story begins:
A dark-haired boy, laying in his room, was in that exact situation with the redhead
of his dreams. She was still wearing that sexy two-piece lingerie set that she was sporting last night. He noticed that the pokemon were still asleep. He decided to
get up, but he forgot about his girlfriend's surprisingly tight grip on him. It was
then that he thought of a way of getting her awake. He turned his head around, maneuvered himself a little, then pecked her on the lips.
Her eyes started to flutter, and she let out a quiet, long yawn, and stretched out,
taking her arms off of her boyfriend. He rolled off the bed to observe her
awakening.
"Morning, Misty," he said.
"Good Morning, Ash," she said, "did you dream about me?"
"Yep. All night."
"Good. Were they all good dreams?"
"Yeah. Each one was like a different fantasy of you."
"Ooh. Which one did you like the best?"
"Hmmm... let me think..... oh. There was one where you were is this slinky
silver dress, and you hair was long, and it illuminated the night sky. You
stared at me, and your eyes froze me. I ... I couldn't move. And then, your
hands, they were warm, and they melted the ice around me. And then you
kissed me... and then you asked me to take your hand. I was timid at first, but
the touch of your skin soon gave me reason to give in. Then, we were flying
through the clouds, still hand-in-hand. We saw my mother; and when she saw us,
she fainted. When we got down, we kissed again, but this time, it was longer....
forever..."
"That was a pretty neat dream. Wanna hear mine?"
"Sure."
"I dreamt that I was a princess who ruled alone. I was dying of lovelessness.
One day, I was so depressed that I decided to drown myself in a nearby pond.
But before I jumped, you grabbed me right before I fell. Then you took me to
your toy shop. You said that you made Pokémon toys for a living. After a few
short weeks, I fell in love with your work...and you too. Since you lived alone, I
asked you if you would live with me in my castle and help me rule our kingdom.
You refused at first, but with my charisma and charm, you eventually were
convinced. You were able to bring your business to everyone in the land as you
help me bring happiness back to my castle, and my kingdom. We married, and
lived happily ever after...."
"You dreamt of me too?"
"Of course I did. A girl can have dreams about the man she loves, can't she?"
"Uh... yeah. Thanks for thinking about me."
Misty sat up on the bad, and crawled over to where Ash was. She grabbed his
neck and kissed him moderately hard on the lips.
"No," Misty said sweetly, "I should be giving thanks to you."
"Well," Ash said, flabbergasted, "that's one heck of a way to show thanks."
"Oh, I've got even more intense ways of showing thanks, you know...."
Ash took a huge gulp when he heard that. "Let's not go there, Misty."
"I'm just kidding, Ash! I wouldn't try anything like that... at least, not right now...."
"Yeah, I knew that."
"Are you gonna prepare another one of your deluxe breakfasts again?"
"Yep. Eggs Benedict, blueberry waffles, turkey sausage patties, and rice."
"That'll be real nice. Well, I'll be up here bathing Pikachu and Togephi. And
remember, we gotta start out preparation for our house party today!"
"Okay," Ash said as he kissed her on the cheek, "thanks."
"No prob, Ash."
Ash delivered the goods once again with another lip-smacking breakfast that
all enjoyed. Cleanup was the same, with Mimey at the helm. Ash then took his
bath, and all five went in Ash's convertible to get started the party planning.
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Meanwhile, outside of a mini-gym near Vermillion City......
"Sandslash, Grave Digger!"
A stout beige mouse with long, spiky hair on its back, dashed at its opponent,
a Marrill, grabs the round blue mouse, and stabbed it with its claws. After that,
the Sandslash jumped up, with the Marrill still in its grasp, and dropped down,
smashing the Marrill with massive impact. When the dust cleared from the
impact, the Marrill seemed not to be moving.
"You killed my Marrill!" the Marrill's trainer, an eleven-year old boy cried, "Why!?"
"Sorry little dude," the Sandslash's trainer, an eighteen-year old teen answered,
"it was jus doin its job. But it ain't dead, though. It's probably jus unconscious.
There's a Pokémon Center in Verm City you can go to get it fixed up."
"Okay," the boy said as he recalled the fallen Marrill, "When I come back, your Sandslash
will be lying on the ground just like Marrill was!"
"I don't think that's likely, kid," the winning trainer said, "Now get out my sight
before my Sandslash digs your grave!"
The boy promptly scattered towards Vermillion City.
"Why can't I find any decent trainers around here?" the Sandslash's trainer said
as he scratched his green-and-black hair, "we'll never be in shape for next year.
C'mon Sandslash; back to the gym."
Sandslash nodded and dug its way back to the gym tent.
Abraham Julius Hardcoure had been on a hiatus of good competition recently.
It would seem that he would have to leave his gym and find a challenge
elsewhere.
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A.J. was looking for his second consecutive Pokémon League title this year.
With his roughneck style of training, A.J. proved himself to be a serious
problem for his opponents. And when he faced Ash Ketchum for the title last
year, he taught Ash and his Pikachu a very harsh lesson- his Sandslash left
Ash's Pika-pal bloodied and scarred. A.J. still savors that moment.
This year, his team of pokémon tore through their foes again, and so did Ash
(but in more spectacular ways). A.J. seemed to be the odds-on favorite again,
but Ash seemed more of a threat than before. He was really focusing on his
matches as of recently, and a lot of people wanted to see Ash win. Ash may be
an underdog, but he was a highly lovable underdog.
The championship match was like an epic war. Ash was up one, then A.J. tied it.
A.J. had the lead, then Ash tied. the pattern continued until there was only one
pokémon for each trainer. Pikachu had rarely been used during Ash's time in the tournament, for it being such a powerhouse of a pokémon. Ash had been really
creative in teaching Pikachu a few new TMs- "Spiral Tail Whip", and "Low Tackle Attack". A.J. had also taught Sandslash a few new TMs as well- "Hundred Claw
Slap", "Spinning Body Slam", and his devastating finisher, the "Grave Digger".
The battle seemed to be evenly matched. There was a dramatic point in the
match where each one was breathing heavily, waiting for their respective
trainers to give them the cue to do their finishing moves. The crowd was in total
silence, and then......
"Sandslash, Grave Digger, NOW!"
"Pikachu, Lightning Dash Attack!"
The large beige mouse pokémon charged, claws spread out, ready to impale the
much smaller yellow mouse. The yellow mouse just sat there, charging its
electricity, and got into a sprint-ready stance. The electric mouse seemed very determined. The Sandslash continued to race at the Pikachu at a stupendous
speed. It was only ten meters from its target.
Seven...
Five...
Three....
Pikachu, now with electricity raging from its sacs, took a step back, and....
WHOOSH!
The Pikachu had rammed past the Sandslash with lightning speed, send the
Sandslash flying into the air, and then falling head first into the ground with a
sickening thud to all who listened.
Ash nearly fell off the platform from the fact that Pikachu set up that finish so
perfectly.
A.J. couldn't believe how much impact that move carried. His Sandslash was
barely moving...
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A.J. still couldn't believe how that one match ended.
He stood up, and shook himself out of the daydream. He then went to his mailbox.
There wasn't much to see, except for what was a beige envelope.
"It's from Ash...."
A.J. opened the beige envelope and took out what look like an invitation and
read it.
"Ah! So he's finally got together with Misty. I don't know what she sees in him,
but when I get a hold of her at that party, she'll be going home with me. Heh
heh..."
Feeling a little bit better, A.J. placed the invite in his pocket and headed back
into his gym. He went over and hugged Sandslash, an apology for the way
that he acted toward it earlier. He sat it down and cleared, getting the
attention of all his pokémon.
"Okay ev'ryone! We're goin' on the road again! We're gonna find us a good
challenge or two!"
With that, the pokémon stopped what they were doing and got into a line to
be put into their pokéballs. The nonhesitance of his well-trained pokémon
made A.J. smile a little.
When all the pokémon were settled in their compact living quarters, he
packed them into a large backpack and zipped them in. Then A.J. locked up
his gym and headed to his Pathfinder and loaded it with the pokéball bag and
other supplies. He then got into the driver's seat, started up the SUV, and
headed off to his next destination.
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Meanwhile, at the House of Imite....
"I won. Now leave."
"Like hell I am! I want a rematch, little girl!"
"My name's Duplica. Get it right."
"I don't give a damn what your name is. I just want my g**damn rematch!"
"Sorry, you've had your chance. Now leave me alone, or will I have to hurt you?"
"Oh, please. What can your little bitch-ass do to me?"
"Keep dissing me like that and you'll soon find out!"
"F**k you, bitch! Just give me my f**king rematch!"
"Grrrrr... that's it! Now you're gonna learn why it's not proper to hurt a girl's
feelings! Heya!"
(Duplica uses her Ninjutsu skills to bring her opponent to the floor.)
"Now, will you please leave, or do you want another dose of my electrifying
acumen?"
"Okay, bitch. You win..."
(A gunshot is fired, and the bullet hitting something hard.)
"That.. was a BIG mistake. Ditto, transform into a katana!"
"Dit..to!"
(A slicing of flesh is heard.)
"That gash across your arm should remind you of your terrible decision to
toy with the likes of me...."
Poor Duplica Solaris. She was not having a very good day, to say the least.
She hadn't had any guests to perform for at her theatre, and the last visitor
needed to be disciplined severely. Sighing, she went up to her room and undid
the ponytails in her blueish-green hair. She changed her attire into something
more comfortable after taking a long, warm bubble bath. She lied down on her
bed, and the always cheerful Ditto instinctively transformed into a pillow and
found its way under Duplica's head.
"Why am I not getting any crowds? I'm trying my best to entertain people out
there. They usually come back. Why aren't they now?" she said solemnly.
"Dit, dit, di, tto, to, dit," (Don't worry, Duplica,) the pokémon said, still morphed
into a pillow, "di, dit, to, to, tto, ditto, di, to!" (maybe they're getting some of their
friends to come along so that we'll have a bigger crowd the next time around!)
"I sure hope so," Duplica said as she lifted her head, "Ditto, can you get my mail for me?"
"Ditto." (Sure thing.)
"Thanks, Ditto," Duplica said, a little bit more cheerfully.
"Ditto." (No problem.)
While Ditto was out, Duplica tried to think about something that would put her
in a better mood. She began to wonder what the Pokémon League champion
was up to. Her and Ash have kept in contact with each other for the past few
years. She got a chance to see Ash during the tournament a few months ago.
Him, Misty and Duplica spent a little time together and got reacquainted with
each other. Pikachu and Ditto didn't have any problem hooking up again, and
seemed very friendly to each other. She was glad to see him again, and there
was still so much that she wanted to tell him....
"Ditto!" (Delivery!)
"Oh! Well that was quick!"
She quickly took the mail from off of Duplica, and immediately began to file
through the mail until she found a beige envelope.
"Hey! It's from Ashy-boy!"
She ripped open the envelope to find a small white piece of paper.
"An invitation..." she said as she began to read it, "how nice of him to invite
me to his party. I'll look my best for you, Ashy-boy. You'll see..."
With that, Duplica kicked herself from off her bed, and thought of going
shopping for an outfit for the house party. She changed her attire back to
her street clothing, and called a cab. Fifteen minutes later, her and Ditto
were in the cab, on their way to the Pallet Mall.
Duplica felt like a new girl. Now recharged with spirit and purpose, she
anticipated, in her mind, herself grabbing her ultimate goal- to get Ash
Ketchum to love her.
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Meanwhile, near Viridian City...
"Jolteon, Lightning Headbutt!"
"Charmie, Hell's Tornado!"
The Evolved Electric Eevee jumped high into the air, and gathered massive
amounts of electrical energy around its spiky body. Charmie, the Charizard,
started to spin around, generating pyrotechnic energy from its tail, eventually
creating a whirlwind of spiraling fire. Spinning faster and faster, he released
the funnel of flames, entrapping the descending Jolteon inside.
"All right, Charmie! Now Seismic Toss!"
"Not so fast! Jolteon, Agility!"
The Charizard tried to grab the Jolteon for a finishing slam, but Jolteon was on
the ball, and the Charizard could not catch it. But the Charizard was smart.
Conserving his energy, he waited until the Jolteon finished using its Agility,
and got in a lucky grab.
"Err... Jolteon, Counterattack!"
"Charmie, cancel it with a Fire Blast!"
Jolteon tried to get a hit in, but Charmie had already prepared for the knockout
blow. Soon enough, the Fire Blast connected, and Jolteon was toasted. The
winning trainer took off his hat, brushed his light burnt red hair, and gave a
victory sign.
"Way to go Charmie!"
Richie Coppernickel, considered to be the carbon copy of Ash Ketchum in
terms of looks, had just won a pokémon duel against the self-proclaimed
G-Force, Gary Oak.
"You're pretty good, dude. You remind me of Ash."
"Yeah, I know. That's what everybody tells me. Thanks for the match, but I
gotta go. Erika's counting on me to help her close her fragrance store. If
you happen to see Ash, tell him 'Wazzup?' for me, 'kay?"
"Sure. I won't lose next time- to you or Ash!"
"Yeah, okay. We'll find out the next time we meet."
Gary ignored the remark and returned his downed Jolteon. Feeling
humiliated, he haphazardly pressed the unlock key on his car remote. And
then when he thought that he couldn't be any worse off, he felt precipitation on
his head; and it was coming down pretty hard, pretty fast. So as quickly as he
could, he raised the convertible's roof and buckled it, not getting too wet in the
process. Gary reclined his car seat to where he was flat on his back. This was a
good time for thinking....
So much has happened to him since he started his journey for pokémon
supremacy. He had a car, cheerleaders, charisma, looks, all the gym badges,
plenty of pokémon, and the solid reputation that comes with being an Oak.
He made it to the Pokémon League semis for the third time this year, only to
be washed out by Ash Ketchum, his eternal rival. Nevertheless, Gary had
made himself a well-respected trainer, winning pokémon matches on some of
the ugliest underground battlefields, winning plentiful amounts of cash. One
can say that Gary hadn't a worry in the world.....
But behind his brashness, cockiness and designer clothing, there was a
person begging to be loved. Didn't he have parents, you ask? Yeah, but they
were Team Rocket members who were caught during a heist involving
something to do with the Pink Pokémon Island Reserve, and they're serving
a 20-year sentence that started seven years ago. And since they were put in
confinement, he couldn't see them, so he was to live with his older sister,
May, who he missed very much. She was attending college at some far-off
University, studying Pokénomics. Fortunately, they mailed each other on a
consistent basis. She was always concerned about him; but Gary didn't
mind- in fact, he appreciated it. He liked it when May worried about him; it let
him know that someone's concerned. He couldn't help but to love his sister-
the only one who loved him back.
As he found himself getting a little too relaxed, he propped the back of the
seat up, started up his car, and headed home while the quiet storm continued
to commence.
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Meanwhile, just outside of Team Rocket Headquarters....
"We got a week off!" An overjoyed James yelled, "And we got our bonus!"
"Well, we have been doing much better in catching pokémon lately," Jessie
agreed, "And we didn't run into those twerps in the process either."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But remember who tought out de ideas," Meowth rung in.
"Who?" James asked cluelessly, earning him a Fury Swipe from and irritated
Meowth. James screamed like he was in Hell.
"Me, dunderhead!" Meowth answered, "I wus da one who gave de idea of nettin
thoze pokémon!"
"But it took me and Janes to pull it off," Jessie interrupted, "But the fact is, we
did catch themn and we're finally in the boss's good books!"
"If we keep this up, we'll be able to shove it in the faces of Butch and Cassidy!"
James exclaimed.
"It's all a matter of time, my dear James," Jessie said putting an arm around
James, "Then, we'll be able to call ourselves..."
"TEAM ROCKET CHAMPIONS!" They both shouted.
"Oh screw your 'Team Rocket Champions' shit," Meowth interrupted, "I'll be the
Top Cat of Team Rocket, and I won't have to work with you pansies anymore...."
Angered by the Meowth's ignorance, Jessie pulled out her newly polished
mallet, and James pulled out his slick new hockey stick.
"Get lost, you feline fink!" Jessie yelled as she laid a serious smack down on
poor Meowth, molding him into a puck...
"And blast your furry ass outta here!" James roared, as he sent Meowth flying
with a fierce slapshot, sending him right into the statue of Team Rocket's executive-in-chief, Giovanni.
"Now that that damn Meowth is gone, let's find somewhere to get away!" Jessie cheered,
opening a large umbrella.
"There's an Italian place in Viridian," James suggested, "I've heard they've got
great spaghetti..."
"Excellent idea!" Jessie agreed happily, "And it's only an hour away. Let's go!"
Hmm... they get a bonus and a week off, but they still don't get the company car.
It would seem that Mr. Gio is not truly convinced of their competence....
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It was an aggravating evening before her Homecoming at Pokémon Tech.
The guys that were calling her just weren't cutting it.
Of all the guys that were from PokéTech, not one could seem to please her.
There was an exception- a boy named Joe. About six years ago, he left
PokéTech to pursue experience on his own. However, Joe and her have
managed to keep in touch. Joe was a nice guy, but he was a little too young for
her. This year he would be fifteen, and she just turned nineteen.
She graduated Pokétech with flying colors. She was the Prom Queen, and a Valedictorian of her graduate class, immediately granting her into the Pokémon
League.
She didn't make it past the quarterfinals, but she still stood as a force that all
should recognize. She, Giselle Evera, had an outstanding future to look forward
to.
Now, she lived alone in her condo, somewhere on the Seafoam Islands. She was
resting outside, breathing in the ocean air- until it began to rain. She went inside,
but not before checking her mail. A lot of it was a bunch of "I Miss You" letters,
except for a beige envelope that stood out.
"From Ash Ketchum?" Giselle questioned, "I wonder what he wants..."
She gently opened the envelope and read the white piece of paper that was
inside.
"Ah, Ash and the redhead from hell are arranging a house party. Speaking of
Ash, I wonder how his rival's doing? Maybe I can get Gary to come with me for Homecoming. Who knows? Maybe we'll both hook up for Ash and Misty's party too....okay, Giselle, don't push it."
With that, she logged on her computer to search for his phone number. Usually it
would be impossible to find because Gary's number is unlisted. But Giselle has a
lot of connections, and they're more reliable than any legal services.
Within a few minutes, Giselle had successfully found his number. She wrote it
down, then logged off. She began to head to her cordless phone....
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Gary, finally reaching his home, his hole away from the world, relaxed as he
enjoyed a serving of green tea ice cream. He got his reading glasses from off his
coffee table beside him, and grabbed a magazine to browse. It was the highlights
of last night's Capcom vs. SNK Pay-Per-View. In a three-on-three elimination
match, The Final Fight Team (Guy, Cody, Haggar) defeated the Fatal Fury Team
(Terry, Andy, Joe) 3-2, with Guy as the survivor. Chun-Li Zang took a loss to her newfound archrival, Mai Shiranui. Ken Masters gave Benimaru a good beating. And
in the weirdest match of the night, Kyo Kusanagi and Ryu Hoshi teamed up against
their enemies, Iori Yagami and Akuma respectfully, in a two-on-two street fight-
on the streets of Tokyo! Gary was in the middle of reading the results for that
match until his phone rang.
Gary really wasn't in the mood for a conversation, but he went for it anyway. He put
his magazine aside and answered.
"Hello?" Gary asked, unenthusiastically.
"Hi. I'm Giselle Evera," the caller answered in a kind and sweet voice, "Is this Gary Oak?"
"Yes, this is Gary Oak. Why do you call me?"
"Well, next week, I will be going to my Homecoming at Pokémon Tech, and I need a
guy to take me there."
"And why did you pick me?"
"Let's just say that you're more qualified than any other guy. I have friends that
admire you, and I think that you'd be a great surprise to bring along with me. I'll
even show you around Pokémon Tech if you want me too..."
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass."
"Are you sure you wanna pass this up? Don't you wanna be admired by the
marvelous students of Pokémon Tech? There are a lot of pretty girls there, and
they'd love to meet you..."
"Nah."
"Please accept my request, or will I have to come over there and drag you to PokéTech?"
"Alright, fine. You got one night only. After that, don't even think of calling this
number again. What time?"
"Five o'clock. I like to be first."
"You also like to be difficult."
"True... but it works."
"Yeah, yeah. So tomorrow at five, will you be able to get to my house by then?"
"Sure. Bye now."
"Yeah, bye."
(Disconnect)
"Geez; what a conniving bitch!" Gary muttered as he hung up the phone. He took
a few moments to cool off, and continued reading.
'Well, at least I'll have *someone* to hang out with,' Gary thought.
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Our favorite aspiring trainer, Mr. Brock Stannord, was enjoying a generous
vacation given by his breeding mentor, Dr. Ivy. This was a really special is that
the fact that he would be spending it with people that he held dear to him.
Take this first example- his many siblings. He always wanted the best for them,
and it had been quite a while since he had quality time to share with them, since
a lot of his time had been dedicated to his career in Pokémon Breeding. He
decided that a picnic was the best way to treat him and his younguns to some
new memories.
Speaking of family, Flint Stannord, Brock's once mysterious paternal figure, had
come to good terms with his son. Having taken responsibility of his shortcomings
of neglection of Brock and the rest of the children, and making up up for it
immensely, they were able to bond more easily, and truly become "Father and
Son" again.
But as great as all those thoughts were, they didn't hold the pinnacle effect of
why Brock was savoring this vacation. You see, throughout the later part of his
life, Brock had seem many attractive girls. His hormones had gone berserk for
every one of them. That is, with the exception of one individual.
And to think that it all started as a small rivalry in which both displaying a grand
respect for the other. She had given him a cute feline-looking pokémon, with
several stout tails, and he's never forgotten about her since.
Now he's looking forward to telling her how he feels...
Just a year ago, Dr. Ivy had told Brock that he wasn't the only one that she was mentoring. Three years before she had taken in Brock, she had taken in
another student. She was the same age as Brock was when she first brought
him in. She already was on a pretty advanced level, so she learned some of the
more difficult stuff almost effortlessly. Brock was a very assiduous worker as
well, but this young lady could even stay calm in the toughest of situations. But
what really opened Brock's eyelids was that his Vulpix had once belonged to
her. The memories were coming back...
And when Dr. Ivy introduced the twenty-one year old prodigy to him, he almost
fainted.
And now, that same girl was driving his father's minivan to meet him at the
Pewter picnic grounds.
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The renowned and very happy Suzanne Eumisiod, known to us as Suzie, was
checking the mail at her best friend's family residence. She had seen the
mailman come by, and she brought the mail with her. Suzie thanked the
mailman, and walked over to the minivan that had her best friend's little
brothers and sisters in it. Usually, she wouldn't even think about driving
these, but this is kind of a special occasion, for two kind of special people....
Her mentor, Dr, Ivy, had called for Suzie to meet her new understudy for
breeding experience. Suzie got a little worried, for she hadn't really taught
anyone before. For years, she had taught herself to be better, not anyone else.
But when she met with her understudy in person, her worried ness turned into motivation.
A young, fairy muscular, and exceptionally attractive male named Brock was
that motivation.
In the four years that followed, Suzie and he had grown more fond of each
other's breeding skills, upbringing, personality, and looks. Suzie's tall, supermodel-esque body could be very intimidating to Brock sometimes, but the
very athletic body of Brock's 6' frame could have her down to her knees. No
wonder that they found themselves staring at each other a lot.
Now, they were past the staring phases and talked to each other about
anything. There were only three words that needed to be said...
...And Suzie couldn't wait to say them.
As she started the ignition to the minivan, ready to drive Brock's siblings to
their picnic, she was making plans for tonight to do so....
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Brock had finally reached the picnic area, and he began to unpack the picnic
supplies from his Jeep® Cherokee® Limited. His Jeep was loaded with
tablecloths, food, paper plates, plastic cups, and his grilling machine, his
Char-Broil 30,000 BTU Gas Grill. He was beginning to wonder where Suzie was.
He continued to unpack the supplies until he heard the sound of another engine.
At first, he thought that it was another bunch of people, but when turned around
to see who it actually was, he recognized that it was his father's minivan coming
in to park. It stopped, and its driver stepped out.
"I need to change; plus I the mailman came by, so I brought the mail with me."
Suzie was wearing a stylish blue jean dress outfit. It was a tad bit more revealing
that the average dress, though. The slits were longer, and the top of her dress
revealed more upper body. She wasn't wearing a shirt, so the top of her valley
was visible.
"I didn't know..." Brock said, with a whimsical expression on his face, "I
would've waited longer if I had to."
"Oh, Brock, you're so silly," Suzie joked as she winked at him, "but I'll take that
as a compliment. Thank you."
With that, she rounded up all of Brock's brothers and sisters, and walked them
over to where Brock was. They began assisting him with the supplies, which
made Brock grin a little. The group got a little unorganized, but Brock and Suzie
lowed the pace down, and assigned each one of them a chore to do for the picnic.
With the children occupied, Suzie asked Brock to follow her into the minivan.
"What's up, Suzie?" Brock asked, with much concern.
"Well," she began, her voice slightly cracking, "we've known each other for quite
some time, and I've noticed that you've been kind of quiet recently. Is something wrong?"
Brock cleared his throat and answered, "Okay, you got me. I really.. hope that
you don't chew me out for telling you this, being my best friend and mentor, but I
might as well tell you what's going on. I've told you that I've gone crazy for pretty
girls, right?"
"Uh.. yeah.." Suzie answered, confused.
"And, when I met you for the first time... I kind of thought you were pretty too. I
went crazy for you too, but in a different way. After we first met, I couldn't get you
out of my head, and I still can't."
"Yeah," Suzie, "But what are you trying to say to me?"
Brock shifted his sight off Suzie for a moment, seeing that it was getting slightly
darker outside the van. He realized that there was much time to filibuster around.
"Hello, Brock?" Suzie asked, obviously still interested in an answer from him.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. What I'm trying to say is- that I'm ready to commit to you. I'm
crazy for you Suzie! You are what keeps me awake at night. And I may be wrong
about this, but I'm pretty sure that you feel the same way about me..."
Suzie was dumbstruck. 'How did he know? Oh..duh! Maybe 'cause I stare at him so much,'
Suzie said to herself, 'He's a stud! I can't help it! Well at least he's not shy about
this. I guess he can handle the truth. Here goes...'
Suzie smiled, knowing that she had been figured out. She kinda wanted it this
way. She liked the idea of Brock confessing first.
"Well, Brock, sweetie," Suzie began, "Oh what the hell! Brockie, baby, I wanna
be with you. I love the time we spend together. I love... just about everything
about you. Your smile, your body (Brock blushed), and the way that you take
care of the pokémon. I can't lie. You're the best I've ever known."
"Thanks a lot, Suzie," Brock said, with a large smile on his face, "You don't
know how much this means to me."
"Oh, I think I do..."
The bodacious breeder grabbed poor Brock's head and pulled it in for a very
passionate kiss. Brock, mumbling in surprise, thought of pulling back, but
rejected that thought as he tasted her sweet lips. He began to bring some
might into his kiss, and put his hands on her back, while Suzie held on to his
hips. Brock slid himself to where he was parallel to the seat, and let Suzie
climb on top of him and caress his smooth face. Brock was getting very excited.
She pressed her lips against his, but this time, she slapped her tongue in. It
didn't take much for her to wake Brock's tongue up for some tango. Brock kept
his hands on her firm back. But a minute later, Suzie slid out of his grasp, and
Brock was soon dancing alone.
"Huh?" Brock gasped.
"Uh-Uh," Suzie teased, "Not right now. Besides, we gotta start dinner."
Brock sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I almost lost it."
"Don't worry about it," Suzie said as he helped him up, "It's okay, Brockie. Now
come on; your sibs are probably getting really worried about us."
As they left the minivan, they saw all of Brock's younger brothers and sisters
lined up in juxtaposition, with very concerned looks in their eyes.
"Uh, Suzie," Brock muttered, "Got any ideas?"
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Tracey Sketcher, the lonely watcher/trainer, was looking at pictures of his
favorite female gym leaders. It was the Pokémon Insider's Swimsuit Issue, and
they had swimsuit pictures of all the female trainers of the world of Pokémon.
However, the only three he wanted to see were pictures of the fabulous Three-
Sisi, Erika, and Sabrina.
He's been keeping pics of them for years. He's even got a chance to sketch a
picture of them for them to have. He's pretty happy with what he's collected.
But it just doesn't compare to the sentimental value of one of them in a bikini...
Erika was in a sexy red spaghetti strap bikini;
Sabrina was wear an elegant one-piece white bikini;
And Sisi was in a sporty-looking one, with a belt around the waist.
Tracey frantically ripped them out of the three magazines he bought, and put
them in frames that set them off quite nicely.
After that, he checked out his mail, browsing through them until he found a
beige envelope, which looked different from the rest of his mail.
"It's from Ash and Misty..."
He read the invitation inside of the envelope which said:
(Hey!
Me and Misty have thought about you, and we've decided to invite you to a
special house party, just for being friends with us.
Be dressed to impress, 'cause me and Misty sure will. If you don't, either me
or Misty will drag you out of this party on your ass!
Hope that you will attend,
-Ash Ketchum
Pokémon League Champion)
"Cool!" Tracey shouted, "Maybe he's made friends with some hot girls. I can't
wait!"
He opened his Scyther's pokéball, bring out his favorite pokémon.
"Hey Scyther," Tracey said, showing Scyther the invitation, "This maybe my
chance to score!"
"Scyth, scy, ther, scyther!" (Go for it, buddy!)
"Don't worry, Scyth; I'm all for it!"
With that, he hang it on the wall of his room, and got ready to go to the
Cerulean Outlet- because today was the day that Erika, Sabrina, and Sisi would
be shopping there.Chapter End Notes:same as last time.....