"Good morning," Mike said, stretching.
"Uhh... I feel sick... why am I in your bed! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" Vixen shrieked.
"You were drunker than I thought," Mike replied, removing a half empty bottle of Captain Morgan from under his bum.
"You... you... we didn't..." Vixen grabbed at the sheets, realizing she was still naked.
"Yeah, we did. Twice."
She began to hyperventilate, "I don't believe this... you fucking raped me!"
"No I didn't, you raped me... kind of."
"What! No! I was drunk and you took advantage of me! You... YOU FUCKING PIG!" Vixen threw an empty bottle at him.
"Then why am I the one HANDCUFFED TO THE BED!" Mike yelled as the glass bottle struck him in his tender region.
"I... umm..."
"ANSWER ME THAT!"
"I don't know! But I know this wasn't my idea!"
"Oh yeah? Then why are you still holding on to that strap-on!" Mike said, gesturing to the toy beside her.
"EWWW! I hate strap ons!" she screamed, smacking it away like a vermin, "where did that thing come from!"
"Don't look at me!" Mike said.
"Oh my god... oh my GOD HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!" Vixen cried.
Mike rubbed his forehead for a moment and thought, "I remember getting up from the couch and coming upstairs to wee. I think I might have woken you up when I did. When I was done I decided to just crash on my bed. I fell asleep... and then it just kinda fades in and out. I remember you came in... and the handcuffs... and some of the first round but after that it's pretty much blank."
"I don't believe it. This is some sort of joke." Vixen got up and put her clothes back on. She opened the door only to find Mike's mom standing there.
"You two kept us up until the crack of dawn last night, what the hell is wrong with you! And where is the olive oil!" Mrs. Awesomerocks said.
"I think it's by the dresser," Mike replied from the bed. His mom retrieved it and went back downstairs. Vixen just stood there, stunned. "Can you uncuff me please?" Mike asked.
"No," Vixen replied and left to shower off the stench of-well there were various stenches. Her fur was matted with things she didn't really want to investigate so she scrubbed up several times and dried off. After finding fresh clothes and ignoring Michael's wails she grabbed something to eat which immediately calmed her stomach. Trying to get herself back together she sat down on the computer to mess around with facebook. When she logged in she found several dozen messages regarding pictures and comments she made the night before:
"Girl, I didn't know you could stretch that far!"
"Oh yeah I love yo style! That dude had his world rocked!"
"Haha I told you that Mike dude was into you! Just had to try harder!"
She moved on to her photo album, gagged on her pop tart, and quickly closed the window. "VIXEN!" Mike hollered from upstairs. She tentatively walked back into the room. "Your phone is ringing! Now undo these handcuffs!"
"Hold on," said Vixen as she answered the phone.
"WOO! Wassup yo! That was a sick party huh!"
"Who is this?" Vixen asked.
"Yo, it's me, Jerry! Remember we like, totally hit it off and I was wondering if you wanted to come to my party tonight!"
"No thanks, Jerry, I have my hands full."
"What? Oh come on it'll be awesome!"
"NO!" Vixen hung up the phone.
"Vixen, get me free or I'm gonna have Hoshizamihirigami do it and then I'm gonna kick your ass," Mike said, rather pissed now.
"Would you shut up, I don't even know where the keys are."
Mike gestured towards the vibrator on the floor. It was covered in lube and around it were the keys, "You said I had to tease my way to freedom and that if I could unlock myself with it I could get-"
"STOP!" Vixen cried. With a disgusted "eww" she picked the keys up in two fingers and undid Mike. Grateful, Mike threw his pants on and ran into the bathroom for a much needed wee and shower. When he emerged he found Vixen downstairs, talking on the phone again.
"No, I don't know a Larry. No, I don't want to go to a party!" She hung up angrily.
"Hey, at least you didn't give your number to Gary," Mike said.
"Shut up, Michael. This is fucking humiliating."
Mike leaned over the couch, "No it's not, I remember this one time I was at a party and got so drunk I nearly passed out. I remember being driven around by this fat chick. Turns out she took me home and apparently raped with me while I was smashed. Now that's humiliating."
"This isn't just another sexploit to me. I've only ever had sex once and that was in high school."
"Getting some last night should be a good thing then. Besides, I thought getting laid was the whole point of our little contest anyway."
"No, I just wanted to... I dunno."
"Be a tease? At least you didn't go home with one of those crazies from the party."
"I just wanna be left alone..."
"I understand," Mike said, "but TOO BAD because today is the day I forge my way over hill and dale and get to Victory Road!"
"Ugh... weren't you going to postpone that until after Valentine's day?" Vixen said, slouching in defeat.
"Yes, but I'd rather get going now if you're gonna be all awkward and confrontational." With this Mike grabbed his stuff and scooped up his Pokemon. Vixen halfheartedly followed him out to discover a wrecked Lamborghini in the driveway. Mike stared at the busted up car, "Just what the fuck did you do last night?"
Vixen shook her head but then noticed movement inside the car. A bewildered head popped out the window, "YO! MIKE! It's me, Terry!"
"Gary! What are you doing here!" Mike asked.
"Haha I was totally drunk last night, bro. I was about to bang this chick but I fuckin' crashed my Lambo! Oh man, dude! There she is!" he said. Mike looked at Vixen, he could tell she was blushing despite being covered head to toe with yellow fur.
"How in the hell did you two meet?" Mike asked her.
"I dunno bro, but I totally dodged a bullet with that one. I mean DAYUM! I musta been fucked UP last night!" Gary replied for her.
"Okay, well, we've gotta get going. See you, Gary."
"WAIT UP, BRAH!" Gary said, looking at his cell phone. He jumped out of the car and grabbed Mike, shoving his cell phone in his face. Mike took one look and his face went into a spasm.
"VIXEN!" he screamed.
"What!" she replied. Mike grabbed the phone and shoved it in her face, "OH MY GOD! How the fuck did you get those!"
"Haha, you sent them to me after the party," Gary said, "guess you two had fun last night. Whoa, Mike your standards must have dropped or something, bro, this is almost as bad as that girl you were in the car with that one time! Remember, in the snow? Oh wait... never mind."
"Vixen, how many people did you send these to!" Mike said, still gawking at the picture messages.
"I dunno bro, but that forward list is hella long," Gary replied, "It's like, all over Indigo Plateau. Oh! What're you doing the rest of the day, brah?"
Mike's attention was torn away from the phone for a moment, "Umm, well we were going to-"
"GREAT! I'd love to hang out! Lemme just get my dad to get a tow truck out here."
It was an arduous day as Gary got them up to speed on his sex life. Mike never imagined so many chicks could be banged within a lifetime, let alone a few weeks. Vixen was rather horrified at the number of STIs the man must be carrying. Gary spent such a long time telling his life's story that it wasn't until the sun was setting that he even began to enlighten them of the previous night in thrilling detail.
"...And then I said 'far out, it's a tree!' and crashed! Your girlfriend was okay though, bro, don't worry haha."
Michael and Vixen were by this point quite annoyed. It was past dark and although listening to Gary had filled in several gaps, including the appearance of the various sex toys (Vixen apparently attended a swingers party), it was clear there was nothing else to learn.
"You know, Gary," Mike said, "they're still partying down in Viridian."
"Yeah I know, dude. That reminds me, I'm starting to sober up, I guess I'll catch you later, bro. Peace!" With that he left and both Michael and Vixen breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was one insane night you had last night," Mike said.
"Yeah," she said, "I can't believe I did all that..."
"I can't believe you don't remember it," Mike replied.
"Tell me... was I any good?"
"What?"
"Last night, I'd like to think I didn't suck."
"Well I could tell you..." Mike said thoughtfully, "or I could show you."
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