Mimeshipping is wrong. But I am writing it anyhow.
And now you're reading it. You've been warned...
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pokememime
chapter one: fuckable mime
by malkuth
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Mrs. Ketchum was having an average day at her home.
Since she didn't have a real job she stayed home most
of the day cleaning and preparing for Ash's next visit
home. It was so boring scrubbing day in and day out.
Polishing silverware is only interesting the first 200
times and after that; things start to get old. Mrs.
Ketchum wished the kids were around more. She liked it
when Ash brought his little friend's home it always
made things more interesting. Besides Brock was a much
better cook than she was.
One day Mrs. Ketchum was straightening Ash's
bedroom and doing a particularly thorough cleaning. It
was always nice for Ash to have a clean room to come
home to. It always made Mrs. Ketchum feel like she was
doing something in Ash's life. She slid the twin
mattress off its box springs in order to take it
outside to air it out a bit. Things like this had to
be done because something someday might get dusty.
After setting the mattress downstairs on the patio she
got her paddle and smacked the mattress several times
and dust came out in small clouds. Now she felt like
she was getting something accomplished. Mrs. Ketchum's
long brown hair fell into her face as she swung her
torso to smack the mattress again and again. "What a
good little workout!" she exclaimed and left the
mattress to air a bit while she went back up to Ash's
room.
"Mime." Mr. Mime walked into the living room to do
some more vacuuming. He was always vacuuming,
gardening or something domestic. He, unlike Brock
could not cook. He was help around the house that made
Ash feel better about being gone so much. Mr. Mime
really wasn't any kind of replacement for her son but
he did a few things right.
To her surprise when she made it back up into the
bedroom there was a crumpled glossy magazine laying on
the box springs of Ash's bed. It had a splashy title
"POKEALITY" with a large picture of a man who looked
like Dr. Proctor humping a poke nurse Chancy who was..
NAKED. Ms. Ketchum threw the magazine away from her in
disgust. She was going to have to have a talk with Ash
when he got home. Most boys his age were more
interested in "The 'Joys' of 'Jennys'". Ms. Ketchum
heard the doorbell ring and stopped what she was doing
to go down stairs. The mailman was dropping off a
brown envelope for Ash marked "confidential". She
wondered.
She laid it down on the hall table and went back
upstairs to Ash's room to finish dusting.
When she went back upstairs it was there in the
corner. Looking at her. She knew she shouldn't look
but not unlike a bad car accident her eyes would not
turn away from the hunched form of Doctor Proctor. Ms.
Ketchum's life was so boring day in and day out. This
was something different and very wrong... and yet one
look couldn't hurt.
Ms. Ketchum tentatively opened the magazine staring at
the pages in wonder. She never knew a bell sprout
could do that not with a sudowoodo and Jenny. Looking
at all the taboo, juicy, wet, hot images began to
evoke a feeling in Ms. Ketchum that she hadn't felt in
over 11 years. Her breathing quickened and she felt
her heart pounding. There was a grinding need and her
thighs were hot under her skirt. There was nothing she
could do. Trapped inside the pages of the POKEALITY
pages she became a victim of her own lust. By the end
of the magazine she could barely stand up. Her nipples
were taut under she sensible cotton blouse and her
face was a bit flushed. What could she do? There was
nothing to relieve the insatiable appetite that had
arisen inside of her. She needed to fuck. NOW.
"Mime." Mr. Mime had brought the vacuum upstairs in
order to help clean Ash's room. "Mime?" He looked
concerned when he saw Ash's mother sitting out of
breath on the bed. He walked over to her and placed
his hand on her forehead. "Mime?"
Ms. Ketchum could not stop herself. She began to
stroke Mr. Mime's chest. "You don't know how appealing
your little body is Mr. Mime. I know this isn't like
me but... but... it has been sooo long. Since your
name is Mr. you must be male or masculine or
something. I want to feel your mime body against me
and inside of me. I want to make you really my
servant."
"Mime?"
With that Ms. Ketchum got up from the bed and kneeled
in front of Mr. Mime and planted a long hard kiss on
his large permanently painted lips. She reached down
and stroked between Mr. Mime's legs.
"MIME!!!!!!" Mr. Mime ran from the room letting the
vacuum cleaner fall to the floor.
Ms. Ketchum was not so easily defeated. "Mr. Mime I
CHOOSE YOU!" She ran after him, her hair flying behind
her as unbound and wild as her passion. She did have
longer legs and the advantage over Mr. Mime and she
knew it was only a short matter of time before she
caught him and fucked him.
"MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!!" Mr.
Mime ran as hard and as fast as he could but he got
caught between the front hallway and the dining room.
He was cornered. "Mime?" He asked timidly, backing
slowly into the corner. Ash's mother slowly unbuttoned
her blouse as she walked towards the mime. One simple
snap and off came her bra exposing ample breasts. She
was glistening with sweat as she kneeled again to be on
Mr. Mime's level. Mr. Mime's eyes were huge. He stood
like a statue as she removed the rest of her clothing
before him. There was no escape. Ms. Ketchum caught
Mr. Mime in her embrace and his hands tentatively
moved to her breasts. "Mimmmmme." He said as she
groaned. There in the foyer they moved together like
one uh... something.
Just then the front door flew open. "Hello Mom! You
have a surprise visitor and it's ME !" Ash-tachi stood
in triangular formation in the doorway. They just
stared at the forbidden fornication.
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to be continued...!
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Next: What will Ash think of his mother's new hobby?
Will Togepi fall out the window? And what of Team
Rocket? All in chapter two...
And now you're reading it. You've been warned...
+ + +
pokememime
chapter one: fuckable mime
by malkuth
+ + +
Mrs. Ketchum was having an average day at her home.
Since she didn't have a real job she stayed home most
of the day cleaning and preparing for Ash's next visit
home. It was so boring scrubbing day in and day out.
Polishing silverware is only interesting the first 200
times and after that; things start to get old. Mrs.
Ketchum wished the kids were around more. She liked it
when Ash brought his little friend's home it always
made things more interesting. Besides Brock was a much
better cook than she was.
One day Mrs. Ketchum was straightening Ash's
bedroom and doing a particularly thorough cleaning. It
was always nice for Ash to have a clean room to come
home to. It always made Mrs. Ketchum feel like she was
doing something in Ash's life. She slid the twin
mattress off its box springs in order to take it
outside to air it out a bit. Things like this had to
be done because something someday might get dusty.
After setting the mattress downstairs on the patio she
got her paddle and smacked the mattress several times
and dust came out in small clouds. Now she felt like
she was getting something accomplished. Mrs. Ketchum's
long brown hair fell into her face as she swung her
torso to smack the mattress again and again. "What a
good little workout!" she exclaimed and left the
mattress to air a bit while she went back up to Ash's
room.
"Mime." Mr. Mime walked into the living room to do
some more vacuuming. He was always vacuuming,
gardening or something domestic. He, unlike Brock
could not cook. He was help around the house that made
Ash feel better about being gone so much. Mr. Mime
really wasn't any kind of replacement for her son but
he did a few things right.
To her surprise when she made it back up into the
bedroom there was a crumpled glossy magazine laying on
the box springs of Ash's bed. It had a splashy title
"POKEALITY" with a large picture of a man who looked
like Dr. Proctor humping a poke nurse Chancy who was..
NAKED. Ms. Ketchum threw the magazine away from her in
disgust. She was going to have to have a talk with Ash
when he got home. Most boys his age were more
interested in "The 'Joys' of 'Jennys'". Ms. Ketchum
heard the doorbell ring and stopped what she was doing
to go down stairs. The mailman was dropping off a
brown envelope for Ash marked "confidential". She
wondered.
She laid it down on the hall table and went back
upstairs to Ash's room to finish dusting.
When she went back upstairs it was there in the
corner. Looking at her. She knew she shouldn't look
but not unlike a bad car accident her eyes would not
turn away from the hunched form of Doctor Proctor. Ms.
Ketchum's life was so boring day in and day out. This
was something different and very wrong... and yet one
look couldn't hurt.
Ms. Ketchum tentatively opened the magazine staring at
the pages in wonder. She never knew a bell sprout
could do that not with a sudowoodo and Jenny. Looking
at all the taboo, juicy, wet, hot images began to
evoke a feeling in Ms. Ketchum that she hadn't felt in
over 11 years. Her breathing quickened and she felt
her heart pounding. There was a grinding need and her
thighs were hot under her skirt. There was nothing she
could do. Trapped inside the pages of the POKEALITY
pages she became a victim of her own lust. By the end
of the magazine she could barely stand up. Her nipples
were taut under she sensible cotton blouse and her
face was a bit flushed. What could she do? There was
nothing to relieve the insatiable appetite that had
arisen inside of her. She needed to fuck. NOW.
"Mime." Mr. Mime had brought the vacuum upstairs in
order to help clean Ash's room. "Mime?" He looked
concerned when he saw Ash's mother sitting out of
breath on the bed. He walked over to her and placed
his hand on her forehead. "Mime?"
Ms. Ketchum could not stop herself. She began to
stroke Mr. Mime's chest. "You don't know how appealing
your little body is Mr. Mime. I know this isn't like
me but... but... it has been sooo long. Since your
name is Mr. you must be male or masculine or
something. I want to feel your mime body against me
and inside of me. I want to make you really my
servant."
"Mime?"
With that Ms. Ketchum got up from the bed and kneeled
in front of Mr. Mime and planted a long hard kiss on
his large permanently painted lips. She reached down
and stroked between Mr. Mime's legs.
"MIME!!!!!!" Mr. Mime ran from the room letting the
vacuum cleaner fall to the floor.
Ms. Ketchum was not so easily defeated. "Mr. Mime I
CHOOSE YOU!" She ran after him, her hair flying behind
her as unbound and wild as her passion. She did have
longer legs and the advantage over Mr. Mime and she
knew it was only a short matter of time before she
caught him and fucked him.
"MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!!" Mr.
Mime ran as hard and as fast as he could but he got
caught between the front hallway and the dining room.
He was cornered. "Mime?" He asked timidly, backing
slowly into the corner. Ash's mother slowly unbuttoned
her blouse as she walked towards the mime. One simple
snap and off came her bra exposing ample breasts. She
was glistening with sweat as she kneeled again to be on
Mr. Mime's level. Mr. Mime's eyes were huge. He stood
like a statue as she removed the rest of her clothing
before him. There was no escape. Ms. Ketchum caught
Mr. Mime in her embrace and his hands tentatively
moved to her breasts. "Mimmmmme." He said as she
groaned. There in the foyer they moved together like
one uh... something.
Just then the front door flew open. "Hello Mom! You
have a surprise visitor and it's ME !" Ash-tachi stood
in triangular formation in the doorway. They just
stared at the forbidden fornication.
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to be continued...!
+ + +
Next: What will Ash think of his mother's new hobby?
Will Togepi fall out the window? And what of Team
Rocket? All in chapter two...