pokememime
part II
electric boogaloo

by malkuth f/ adam

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"Oh Ash... You're... home!" Ash's mom removed Mr.
Mime's hand from her groin and stood up suddenly, her
breasts bouncing. Sweat trickled down her forehead and
she pushed her hair out of her face.

"Hey Mom! I was afraid you wouldn't be home. I sure am
glad to see you. When's dinner?" Ash was smiling as he
held Pikachu and set his backpack down on the floor.

"Give me a few minutes to get some snacks ready for you
kids. Why don't you go upstairs and... uh... freshen
up?" Ms. Ketchum headed into the kitchen her ass
swinging suggestively. "Mr. Mime would you give me a
hand?"

"Miiiiiime!" Mr. Mime ran through the swinging door.

Misty was resisting the urge to claw out her eyes. She
didn't know if what she had seen was real or not. She
just wanted to get out. of. this. house. NOW. Besides
there was something wet on the floor... her shoe was
sticking in it. "What the...?" It was bright red and
for the second time in 5 minutes Misty wanted to
projectile vomit.

Brock's nose had exploded in a fountain of red and he
had collapsed on the floor behind Ash and Misty.

"Ash? Are you ok?" Misty looked at Ash with concern and
intentionally ignored Brock. Ash looked at her
seriously and said softly, "I really wanted to catch
that Moltres. I can't believe it escaped."

From the kitchen Misty heard, "Oh Mr. Mime harder,
HARDER!!!! I WANNA RIDE YOU LIKE A GROWLITHE."

"I mean I know it is better off on its own being
free... I guess that just has me a little down. I'll be
fine though."

And, "MMMMIIIIIIIIMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"(sounds of
things breaking)

"Thanks for listening Misty. Let's go get cleaned up
for dinner. By the way, Do you know what happened to
Brock?" Ash took one of Brock's legs and began to drag
him upstairs.

Misty had the overwhelming desire to run away but
couldn't. This was too strange and she couldn't leave
Ash to suffer by himself. He must just be in denial she
thought. Whatever the case she wasn't sure she wanted
to eat the "snacks" his mother was preparing. Maybe she
could convince Ash and Brock to leave as soon as Brock
regain consciousness.

Misty dragged herself upstairs slowly and looked back
towards the kitchen. This was so wrong. Ash had managed
to bring Brock around in the bathroom by washing his
face carefully with cold water. Brock sighed heavily
and opened his eyes slowly. "Thanks Ash. I am the one
who usually takes care of everyone." Brock weakly
smiled at Ash and tried to prop himself up against the
wall. Pikachu watched jealously from Ash's shoulder
bristling with electricity.

Misty ignored this tender moment and walked down the
hall to Ash's bedroom. She just wanted to put her stuff
down. That was all. Togepi was unusually quiet in her
arms. She was worried it might have seen too much. She
opened the door to Ash's room to find one unmade bed
and a vacuum in the floor. "Jeeze, not very neat, are
they? Not very moral either.... You okay, Togepi?"

"Toge toge brii!" It sat down on the floor and looked
at Misty with adoring eyes.

"You stay here and relax and I am going to go make sure
that Ash and Brock are not fucking. Be good!"

"Togepi!"

Misty wandered off down the hall to the bathroom still
feeling sick to her stomach and hoping she would not
puke all over Brock and Ash. They needed to move.

Togepi sidled over to the window in Ash's room
navigating carefully around the bed. It almost fell out
of the window 4 or 5 times and then decided to get down
again. It just wasn't as much fun when he wasn't
getting saved by Misty. It wandered back into the
center of the room and there by the bed it noticed a
glossy magazine... It had never seen such a shiny
bright magazine before. Togepi used its worthless mini
arms to open the cover of the magazine and a whole new
world evolved before its eyes. Togepi never knew that
such things could happen. Joy was riding a Onix. REALLY
riding an Onix.

It was huge and ...she liked it. Her nurse's outfit was
hiked up around her hips and ripped open in the front
with perky nipples exposed. Togepi's eyes got bigger
and bigger with each page. He shook slightly as flipped
through the last few pages. Something was happening to
it. It knew what it wanted. It wanted to fuck Misty. It
would have her if it was the last thing it ever did.

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The pair of eyes peering into the window was tiny and
dilated.

"James, what do you see?"

The pretty boy was pale. "I think... I don't know what
I think." He climbed/fell down from the trash can he
was balanced on, glad that the groans were a lot more
muffled when farther away. "I think I'm going to be
sick..."

"Let me see," Jessie snapped, smacking the boy out of
the way. She strode to the window, perching on James'
upturned bottom to see better in the window. Inside,
the lead twerp's mother seemed to be going at it
with... a Mr. Mime?

"Jessie, I'm afraid," he said, mouth pressed to the
ground. "There's a lot of woman-flesh...and poke-
flesh... and..." He shuddered.

"Get used to it," the redhead returned, kicking her
partner in the head without any seeming concern for
falling off of his ass. "Everything's going exactly
according to plan. While the twerps are busy with that
POKEALITY magazine, there's plenty of opportunity for
us to get in there and steal that pikachu!" She
finished with a triumphant Bitch-Laugh(tm). "We'll be
back on the boss' good side before you know it."

"But Jessie, I don't think the boss is into pokemon
like -that-," James said doubtfully.

"Oh, he is," Meowth muttered, voice flushed and
distant. "He soitanly is..."

Both boys (well, boy and pokemon's) musings were halted
as the female member of Team Rocket smacked them both
across the face with her fan. "Quit lusting after the
boss, and start lusting after the twerps. It's time to
put phase two of this plan into motion.

The cat-pokemon paled. "Uh, I don't really have to..."

Red lips curved into a devilish smile. "You don't
really have a choice."

"Oooh," James oohed, excited about the chance to dress
in drag.

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"Ash... That feels really nice." The smaller boy had
placed a cool rag to Brock's sinuses, their long period
of travels giving him ample practice in stopping
nosebleeds. "Your hands are cool, and soft." He
nuzzled in to them, leaning limply into Ash's body.
Pikachu frowned, unhappy at anything moving in on its
territory.

The young pokemon master to be blinked, deciding to
take it as a compliment. "Uh, thanks." They sat in
silence, Brock's spiky head resting oddly but not
uncomfortably against his waist. "Wonder what Mom was
up to today."

Brock's reply was muffled by the rag in his face.
However, he'd reached out with his hand and found
Pikachu's sweet spot; the electric rat wouldn't be any
more trouble for now.

"Maybe it was laundry day; that would explain why she
didn't have any clothes. Lucky that Mr. Mime was here
to help her out, or she would get all cold!" Ash
nodded to himself with the conviction of the truly
stupid. "Wonder what she's making for dinner? I hope
it's meat. Do you think Mom has any meat?"

"I think I know where she could get some," the dark boy
said cheekily. "You too," he said, narrow eyes now
dangerously close to his own, close enough so that he
could smell his boyish musk and hair gel, see the
wadded up piece of toilet paper stanching the flow of
blood in his nose.

"Eehh?" Ash said intelligently. His friend grew
closer, closer...

"God fucking dammit," Misty said, bursting into the
small bathroom. "There's a vacuum in your room, Ash,"
she accused, staring at him like he'd stolen and then
broken her bike. Oh wait, he had. "You know what that
means, don't you?"

Ash did what he was best at, playing dumb. "Uhh,
probably that you should use it, or put it away?"

Emotions warred over Misty's face, as she seemed to
struggle for coherent words to leave her lips. "I'd
vacuum you, but I don't think you could stand to have
any more brains sucked out of you!"

"You could suck 'brains' out of me," Brock said
hopefully, undaunted by the previous interruption.

"Pika-chuu!" the little animal sent a couple thousand
volts through him, though whether that was in defense
of Misty's honor, Ash's honor, or revenge for having
stopped stroking its sweet spot, no one really knew.

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to be continued...!!

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Next: Misty's descent into madness continues. Or is it
everyone else who is going mad? Or maybe just you fair
reader, as there is more hot Mom on mime action. Ah
yeah. And Brock gets...