A fusion fanfic between Pokemon and some elements of Ranma
1/2
* All rights belong to whoever owns them.
Author's notes:
- Please note that in this story, Ash and Misty are 16 yr.
old, while Brock is 19 yr. old. Lime warning.
- Teaser for ch02 and picture at the end.
The anything goes Ranma 1/2 Studio
http://www.geocities.com/soul_fate
Pikachu - Girl Type
By Kahlil Noriega
Chapter 01: Girl Type
The night seemed colder than usual to Ash as he lay on the
soft grass on the slope of a small hill that overlooked the
valley of sorrows. It had been decided early on to stay
clear of the valley and it's mystical pools as warned by
the guide, but before they did; they had asked about a
cure.
It wasn't natural, the guide had told him. Pikachu, he
explained was supposed to have turned back into a Pokemon
at the touch of hot water, but it didn't work. Brock
thought it might have been a forced evolution, akin to what
a thunder stone would do to turn Pikachu into a Raichu; but
only that the water turned her into a human instead and
would not change her back. This place is weird and that
they should all probably leave, Brock said; and Ash had to
agree, even as he rebelled on going. And it didn't help
comfort Ash to find the guide himself was surprised at this
discovery, but what surprised Ash was when he discovered
the guide had no knowledge of Pokemon at all. His words
weren't comforting either. 'This Jusenkyou, magical place
no?'
Magic...it felt strange to consider such a possibility. If
Pikachu had evolved into another Pokemon, Ash would have
been surprised, and might have been glad, and would not
have thought anything was a miss; but Pikachu had evolved
into a human... it was different, it wasn't natural; and
he'd seen some pretty unnatural, amazing things, his whole
life.
Ash looked up at the sky with a heavy heart, eyes clear as
he saw something distant without really seeing. The wind
caressed back bangs that had grown slightly longer in his
younger years as his Pokemon league hat sat loosely around
his head with his gloved hands tucked underneath.
Surprisingly, after all that has happened, he somehow felt
calm...
Pikachu is a normal human girl now, and could only turn
back into a Pokemon if I find a cure, Ash thought,
unrelieved as he rolled on his side. Would it be so bad? To
have Pikachu in human form...
No! No, no, no, no! Pikachu can't be happy with a curse
like this...
...
Can she? Ash half denied as his cheeks burned with a blush
that would not go no matter how hard he tried to clear his
thoughts. Pikachu was just so beautiful...
The valley was eerily quiet; and the wind, disturbingly
still. Ash lay on his side as he began to remember...
Nails digging into his sleeves, with eyes forced shut in
darkness...
Piiiika! Ash was talking to the guide when he heard Pikachu
scream and watched in horror as it struggled in the water,
head bobbing and paws slapping the surface of the water.
Pikachu! Ash heard himself cry, as time slowed and synched
with the beat of his heart. Ta-dum... Ta-dum... Ta-dum...
He ran to save Pikachu. Ta-dum... Ta-dum... Pika! Ta-
dum...Ta-dum...Another volumeless cry... Ta-dum...Ta-dum...
Its paw, the only thing visible vanishing underneath the
surface of the water...
Ta-dum... Ta-dum...TA-dum...TA-Dum...TA-DUM...
Ash gaped as his nails dug into the soil where he knelt
before the pool...
TA-DUM... TA-DUM...TA-DUM...
PIKACHU!
"Ahhhuh!?" Ash opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep; and
the ground had been unyielding as his arms, neck and torso
made its protests known. Wearily Ash took note of his
surroundings as it had fairly darkened, and the moon was
already full in the night.
"Ash-chu?" He heard a soft voice call from over his
shoulder and behind his back as he rolled around to face
his caller.
Pikachu stood not far from him, one hand leaning on the
trunk of a tree, watching him. She was clothed simply,
slippers for her feet and dressed in a skirted sleeveless
coverall that came just above her knees. It was low cut,
plain, and buttoned on the front. Underneath, she wore a
pale blue tank top she had also borrowed from Misty. Her
hair was undone and fell around her like a veil as her eyes
drank in the moonlight. She was smiling, which seemed to
scream I found you!
Ash propped himself on his elbows and promptly closed his
gaping mouth as Pikachu joined him on the grass. Mesmerized
as Pikachu knelt and crawled on all fours towards him, her
soft fine hair draping over slim shoulders as Ash urged
himself _not_ to look down beyond her neck as their faces
drew near. Eyes half lidded, Pikachu nudged him briefly on
the cheek; her breath, warm on his neck as he felt a small
shiver run down his spine as Pikachu caressed her cheek on
his shoulder and gently pushed him down so as to rest
beside him.
Ash gaped, confused but not at all upset. Feeling her so
close, Ash was surprised by what Pikachu was making him
feel. Her warmth, her scent, he felt guilty feeling this
way as Pikachu nestled in his arm.
He didn't know how long they had lain like this, and didn't
particularly care at the moment as he slowly caressed her
hair.
"We won the championship 3 years ago, and never been
defeated. Do you still remember that Pikachu?" Ash said,
trying to get his mind away from where his body was leading
him.
"Pikaa..."
"We've journeyed around the world ever since..."
"Pikachu..."
Ash continued to say sweet nothings as they 'talked', with
Pikachu replying by saying her name just as sweetly. Ash
could still not believe Pikachu was a normal human girl,
and felt ashamed to think of her - it, in this way; but to
hear her talk, he couldn't help it. Her voice sounded so
cute!
She felt warm in the cold night, and smelled of the forest
and of perfumed soap when Misty had bathed her near a
waterfall. He could still feel the ache on his cheek where
Misty had 'slapped' him, well punched would have been
technically more correct as he touched the tender bruise
Misty had left him when he had accidentally stumbled upon
them.
Her scent and her voice were intoxicating, powerfully so,
and Ash had to contend with how she made him feel. And
paused long enough in his daze, to sense that something
didn't feel right.
She was shaking, Ash thought and knew suddenly why. She's
afraid...
Ash held her closer and Pikachu returned it just as
fiercely, shaking in his arms.
"Pika-pi..."
"I know. I'm worried too. We'll find a cure for you
Pikachu..."
"Chuu..."
"We'll find a cure, I promise..."
"Chaa..." Pikachu replied wiping her tears on Ash's chest
and holding him tighter to keep from shivering.
"I promise..." Ash affirmed and pulled her closer as
Pikachu settled down and closed her eyes.
I promise...
***
"Brock, I'm worried about Ash." Misty said from across the
bonfire. They had agreed to set the camp early that
afternoon after they had set off away from the valley.
Ash was quiet the whole time and had entrusted Pikachu
under her care, much to her insistence, shortly after they
had left the valley. Misty wasn't jealous; her jealous over
that dumb idiot who still owed her a bike; at least, that
was what she tried to convince herself. Misty sighed. Ash
never seemed to notice her, not in the same way he did for
Pikachu. It hurt and annoyed her to no end to see him
shower attention on Pikachu; every little thing, every time
Pikachu stumbled he was always there by her side.
Misty had to practically push, well punched, Ash away from
suffocating the poor girl with his attention; who knew what
he might do left alone with a girl, even if said girl was
really a Pokemon she reasoned. Brock of course was no help,
he was almost as bad as Ash was...men are such pigs.
Misty fumed, but for entirely different reasons, deep down
inside, she knew the reason why Ash acted the way he did.
Ash cared for his Pokemon.
And it did little to ease her fears.
She had watched silently as Ash walked away from the group,
a few hours ago to be alone when the camp was set and the
meal was done. Pikachu had watched him go and only a few
minutes ago had set off to find him, Misty wanted to
follow, but could not push herself to leave the bonfire.
That damn idiot! Why must I worry over a jerk like him!
Misty stomped on the ground in irritation and sighed, and
felt miserable.
She glanced up to look at Brock and saw him deep in thought
and sweating profusely, arms crossed across his broad chest
as his forehead creased deeply in meditation.
"Brock did you even listen to me?" Misty asked, partly
irritated and concerned when Brock did not answer her
previous question.
"..."
"Hey Brock! Brock! Whaaa!" Misty backed away as Brock
suddenly stood up and suddenly shouted at the top of his
lungs. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
"Can't take what anymore Brock..." Misty replied dryly and
hazarded a guess, but deep down knew what was coming...
Brock went into rant and monologue mode about it being time
that he had a girlfriend, and that now was a good time as
any. About Ash having girls smother him with affection and
of Brocks jealousy at being left out of the action, and
much to Misty's irritation as being implied as Ash's girl,
which she didn't vehemently or quickly deny by the way, but
to think Ash could be so dense! Misty just wanted to scream
along with Brock in frustration.
"Don't you see, the gods have blessed me with an
opportunity of a lifetime! Now's my chance to finally have
a girlfriend!" Brock said, background glistening with a
roaring wave behind as he struck a pose as he dreamed of
girls, girls and more girls...
"Brock, you're not implying what I think you're
implying..."
Brock only grinned as his eyes began to shine with inner
fire as he dramatically pulled back his arm as he said
"Vulpix! I choose you!" and dug deep into his pack and
brought out a pokeball, ready to release it.
"Brock! Have you gone crazy!" Misty shouted as she grabbed
for Brock's arm to stop him from following through this
idiotic plan of his.
"Misty let go!"
"I can't let you go through with this idiotic plan of yours
Brock!"
"Misty! Don't you understand! This is my only chance! You
of all people should understand, since you don't have a
boyfriend!"
Oops... Brock swallowed as he felt Misty's eyes took on a
manic look as they briefly ceased their struggle as Misty
glared up at Brock. He never knew what hit him.
KA-POW!
Misty was indignant as she glared down at the twitching
form of Brock. Damn him, this is all Ash's fault!
She was about to pound some more sense into Brock when she
gasped in horror as the pokeball opened and a brilliant
beam of red released Vulpix on the ground. Brock wasted no
time to pry loose from Misty's fingers as he dashed towards
his Pokemon shouting...
"Vulpix, you'll be my girlfriend won't you?!"
Vulllllllll~pix Vulpix replied as a flamethrower attack
engulfed Brock and he promptly collapsed on the ground,
charred and very much covered in soot.
Misty could only groan and sigh as she took a leg and
dragged the hormonally challenged youth back into the
campfire. I'm surrounded by idiots! Misty thought as she
grumbled and complained and propped Brock's charred
'remains' by an improvised log bench.
"Argh! We have no time for this! What are we going to do
about Ash?" Misty said as she returned to her seat and
stirred the coals in the fire.
Brock now 'sober', rubbed his cheek as he sat up and looked
sternly at Misty across the fire, hands clasped underneath
his chin as he replied.
"There's nothing we can do, Pikachu is transformed whether
we like it or not." Brock said and sighed, he didn't like
it as much as Misty did. "The guide said as much. There's
no cure. And the other option he suggested is certainly out
of the question..."
Misty only nodded in understanding, no, that option was
clearly out of the question. It was just too cruel.
Drowning another Pikachu to make a spring of drowned
Pikachu for Pikachu to bath in. Brock nodded with a heavy
sigh "The only thing we can do is to help Pikachu
emotionally through all this until we find a real cure.
Pikachu is going to have to adjust to being a human for
now..."
"I just hope we find a cure soon..." Misty replied and
turned to look at the bonfire. Both for Ash and Pikachu's
sake...
***
Somewhere in the woods...
"Jessie, I'm tired of digging..." James complained, looking
up from the pit to where Jessie sat fiddling with a small
black ball in her hands.
"Are you tired of living as well?" Jessie threatened with
not much heat but only irritation in reply as she looked up
from her task of setting an explosive to glare daggers at
James in the pit to get him back to work. "This is a fool
proof plan that I've cleverly concocted so that I--I mean
we, can finally get my--I mean our hands on that gorgeous--
meddling cutey--twerp--Pikachu once and for all." Jessie
said and tossed James the explosive to set inside the pit.
"Um Jessie, are you sure this wire goes with-" James asked
pulling on the wires of the small black ball as he
inspected it.
"James! Don't touch that!" Jessie cried horrified as
predictably the small black ball began to glow and with a
brilliant light followed by an explosion, sent James
hurling through LEO as the rest of Team Rocket followed his
flight as James wailed at being sent skyward.
Somewhere a splash could be heard...
~ To be continued...
Preview: Chapter 02 - Girl Problems
"Jessie what are these?" James asked fondling himself
before reality struck home and he fondled himself some more
to check before his tattered mind instructed his hand to
grope something down below to make sure.
~Gone!~ His shocked mind said, eyes bulging as he grasped
something else.
"James what is wrong with you?" Jessie asked stepping
closer to the distraught, now female, James. Before she
reeled back in shock.
"James... is tha-that, what I think they are..." Jessie
asked, sickeningly curious as she drew close to the boy-
turned girl.
"I have breasts!" James cried to the sky in a too kawaii
voice, her short blue hair partly covered her red eyes.
Poking, then fondling, Jessie cupped James breasts,
fascinated that they were real, that she wasn't dreaming,
and how firm and soft they felt as irritation and curiosity
began to overwhelm the redhead. How can he have bigger
breasts than mine!
"Don't do that!" James wailed in a too kawaii voice,
practically sobbing as she sat on the ground.
"How can this be?" Jessie wondered as she looked down at
the crying 'girl'.
"I don't know and I don't want them! You got to help me
Jessie! I don't want to be a girl!" James said, wailing I
don't want to be a girl several times afterwards before
burying her face in her hands.
"For someone who dresses half the time in drag, that's hard
to believe" Persian said from the sidelines, an amused grin
on its mouth.
"Will you cut that out Meowth! Can't you see I'm in a
crisis here; I've just lost my manhood!"
"It's Persian!" Persian replied in irritation, "And as for
your manhood, I thought you'd already lost it a long time
ago!"
James only glared at the cat that only smirked in reply.
"Can it you two!" Jessie shouted, still fondling the blue
haired girl.
"Would you please stop doing that Jessie!" James said,
crimson from head to toe as he--well she began to feel
something...
"They're so soft and bouncy, I still can't believe it."
Jessie said, mildly irritated. It wasn't fair! How could
James's...breasts, be bigger than hers!
"Neither can I!" James replied and began to cry. Making
kawaii noises as she wept.
"For someone who dresses half the time as a girl, you sure
make a pretty good-looking girl..." Persian observed from
the sidelines.
"Noooo! Please don't tease me! I am not a girl!"
[End of preview]
Picture: Onna-James,
http://www.geocities.com/soul_fate/temp/JamesGT.jpg
Author's notes:
Well that's it, sorry for the long wait on this chapter. I
won't go into detail why it was late, just to say I've been
busy with other stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading
this chapter, and if you have any comments I'd like to hear
them. Anyway chapter 2 won' be long in coming.
~ Kahlil Noriega
1/2
* All rights belong to whoever owns them.
Author's notes:
- Please note that in this story, Ash and Misty are 16 yr.
old, while Brock is 19 yr. old. Lime warning.
- Teaser for ch02 and picture at the end.
The anything goes Ranma 1/2 Studio
http://www.geocities.com/soul_fate
Pikachu - Girl Type
By Kahlil Noriega
Chapter 01: Girl Type
The night seemed colder than usual to Ash as he lay on the
soft grass on the slope of a small hill that overlooked the
valley of sorrows. It had been decided early on to stay
clear of the valley and it's mystical pools as warned by
the guide, but before they did; they had asked about a
cure.
It wasn't natural, the guide had told him. Pikachu, he
explained was supposed to have turned back into a Pokemon
at the touch of hot water, but it didn't work. Brock
thought it might have been a forced evolution, akin to what
a thunder stone would do to turn Pikachu into a Raichu; but
only that the water turned her into a human instead and
would not change her back. This place is weird and that
they should all probably leave, Brock said; and Ash had to
agree, even as he rebelled on going. And it didn't help
comfort Ash to find the guide himself was surprised at this
discovery, but what surprised Ash was when he discovered
the guide had no knowledge of Pokemon at all. His words
weren't comforting either. 'This Jusenkyou, magical place
no?'
Magic...it felt strange to consider such a possibility. If
Pikachu had evolved into another Pokemon, Ash would have
been surprised, and might have been glad, and would not
have thought anything was a miss; but Pikachu had evolved
into a human... it was different, it wasn't natural; and
he'd seen some pretty unnatural, amazing things, his whole
life.
Ash looked up at the sky with a heavy heart, eyes clear as
he saw something distant without really seeing. The wind
caressed back bangs that had grown slightly longer in his
younger years as his Pokemon league hat sat loosely around
his head with his gloved hands tucked underneath.
Surprisingly, after all that has happened, he somehow felt
calm...
Pikachu is a normal human girl now, and could only turn
back into a Pokemon if I find a cure, Ash thought,
unrelieved as he rolled on his side. Would it be so bad? To
have Pikachu in human form...
No! No, no, no, no! Pikachu can't be happy with a curse
like this...
...
Can she? Ash half denied as his cheeks burned with a blush
that would not go no matter how hard he tried to clear his
thoughts. Pikachu was just so beautiful...
The valley was eerily quiet; and the wind, disturbingly
still. Ash lay on his side as he began to remember...
Nails digging into his sleeves, with eyes forced shut in
darkness...
Piiiika! Ash was talking to the guide when he heard Pikachu
scream and watched in horror as it struggled in the water,
head bobbing and paws slapping the surface of the water.
Pikachu! Ash heard himself cry, as time slowed and synched
with the beat of his heart. Ta-dum... Ta-dum... Ta-dum...
He ran to save Pikachu. Ta-dum... Ta-dum... Pika! Ta-
dum...Ta-dum...Another volumeless cry... Ta-dum...Ta-dum...
Its paw, the only thing visible vanishing underneath the
surface of the water...
Ta-dum... Ta-dum...TA-dum...TA-Dum...TA-DUM...
Ash gaped as his nails dug into the soil where he knelt
before the pool...
TA-DUM... TA-DUM...TA-DUM...
PIKACHU!
"Ahhhuh!?" Ash opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep; and
the ground had been unyielding as his arms, neck and torso
made its protests known. Wearily Ash took note of his
surroundings as it had fairly darkened, and the moon was
already full in the night.
"Ash-chu?" He heard a soft voice call from over his
shoulder and behind his back as he rolled around to face
his caller.
Pikachu stood not far from him, one hand leaning on the
trunk of a tree, watching him. She was clothed simply,
slippers for her feet and dressed in a skirted sleeveless
coverall that came just above her knees. It was low cut,
plain, and buttoned on the front. Underneath, she wore a
pale blue tank top she had also borrowed from Misty. Her
hair was undone and fell around her like a veil as her eyes
drank in the moonlight. She was smiling, which seemed to
scream I found you!
Ash propped himself on his elbows and promptly closed his
gaping mouth as Pikachu joined him on the grass. Mesmerized
as Pikachu knelt and crawled on all fours towards him, her
soft fine hair draping over slim shoulders as Ash urged
himself _not_ to look down beyond her neck as their faces
drew near. Eyes half lidded, Pikachu nudged him briefly on
the cheek; her breath, warm on his neck as he felt a small
shiver run down his spine as Pikachu caressed her cheek on
his shoulder and gently pushed him down so as to rest
beside him.
Ash gaped, confused but not at all upset. Feeling her so
close, Ash was surprised by what Pikachu was making him
feel. Her warmth, her scent, he felt guilty feeling this
way as Pikachu nestled in his arm.
He didn't know how long they had lain like this, and didn't
particularly care at the moment as he slowly caressed her
hair.
"We won the championship 3 years ago, and never been
defeated. Do you still remember that Pikachu?" Ash said,
trying to get his mind away from where his body was leading
him.
"Pikaa..."
"We've journeyed around the world ever since..."
"Pikachu..."
Ash continued to say sweet nothings as they 'talked', with
Pikachu replying by saying her name just as sweetly. Ash
could still not believe Pikachu was a normal human girl,
and felt ashamed to think of her - it, in this way; but to
hear her talk, he couldn't help it. Her voice sounded so
cute!
She felt warm in the cold night, and smelled of the forest
and of perfumed soap when Misty had bathed her near a
waterfall. He could still feel the ache on his cheek where
Misty had 'slapped' him, well punched would have been
technically more correct as he touched the tender bruise
Misty had left him when he had accidentally stumbled upon
them.
Her scent and her voice were intoxicating, powerfully so,
and Ash had to contend with how she made him feel. And
paused long enough in his daze, to sense that something
didn't feel right.
She was shaking, Ash thought and knew suddenly why. She's
afraid...
Ash held her closer and Pikachu returned it just as
fiercely, shaking in his arms.
"Pika-pi..."
"I know. I'm worried too. We'll find a cure for you
Pikachu..."
"Chuu..."
"We'll find a cure, I promise..."
"Chaa..." Pikachu replied wiping her tears on Ash's chest
and holding him tighter to keep from shivering.
"I promise..." Ash affirmed and pulled her closer as
Pikachu settled down and closed her eyes.
I promise...
***
"Brock, I'm worried about Ash." Misty said from across the
bonfire. They had agreed to set the camp early that
afternoon after they had set off away from the valley.
Ash was quiet the whole time and had entrusted Pikachu
under her care, much to her insistence, shortly after they
had left the valley. Misty wasn't jealous; her jealous over
that dumb idiot who still owed her a bike; at least, that
was what she tried to convince herself. Misty sighed. Ash
never seemed to notice her, not in the same way he did for
Pikachu. It hurt and annoyed her to no end to see him
shower attention on Pikachu; every little thing, every time
Pikachu stumbled he was always there by her side.
Misty had to practically push, well punched, Ash away from
suffocating the poor girl with his attention; who knew what
he might do left alone with a girl, even if said girl was
really a Pokemon she reasoned. Brock of course was no help,
he was almost as bad as Ash was...men are such pigs.
Misty fumed, but for entirely different reasons, deep down
inside, she knew the reason why Ash acted the way he did.
Ash cared for his Pokemon.
And it did little to ease her fears.
She had watched silently as Ash walked away from the group,
a few hours ago to be alone when the camp was set and the
meal was done. Pikachu had watched him go and only a few
minutes ago had set off to find him, Misty wanted to
follow, but could not push herself to leave the bonfire.
That damn idiot! Why must I worry over a jerk like him!
Misty stomped on the ground in irritation and sighed, and
felt miserable.
She glanced up to look at Brock and saw him deep in thought
and sweating profusely, arms crossed across his broad chest
as his forehead creased deeply in meditation.
"Brock did you even listen to me?" Misty asked, partly
irritated and concerned when Brock did not answer her
previous question.
"..."
"Hey Brock! Brock! Whaaa!" Misty backed away as Brock
suddenly stood up and suddenly shouted at the top of his
lungs. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
"Can't take what anymore Brock..." Misty replied dryly and
hazarded a guess, but deep down knew what was coming...
Brock went into rant and monologue mode about it being time
that he had a girlfriend, and that now was a good time as
any. About Ash having girls smother him with affection and
of Brocks jealousy at being left out of the action, and
much to Misty's irritation as being implied as Ash's girl,
which she didn't vehemently or quickly deny by the way, but
to think Ash could be so dense! Misty just wanted to scream
along with Brock in frustration.
"Don't you see, the gods have blessed me with an
opportunity of a lifetime! Now's my chance to finally have
a girlfriend!" Brock said, background glistening with a
roaring wave behind as he struck a pose as he dreamed of
girls, girls and more girls...
"Brock, you're not implying what I think you're
implying..."
Brock only grinned as his eyes began to shine with inner
fire as he dramatically pulled back his arm as he said
"Vulpix! I choose you!" and dug deep into his pack and
brought out a pokeball, ready to release it.
"Brock! Have you gone crazy!" Misty shouted as she grabbed
for Brock's arm to stop him from following through this
idiotic plan of his.
"Misty let go!"
"I can't let you go through with this idiotic plan of yours
Brock!"
"Misty! Don't you understand! This is my only chance! You
of all people should understand, since you don't have a
boyfriend!"
Oops... Brock swallowed as he felt Misty's eyes took on a
manic look as they briefly ceased their struggle as Misty
glared up at Brock. He never knew what hit him.
KA-POW!
Misty was indignant as she glared down at the twitching
form of Brock. Damn him, this is all Ash's fault!
She was about to pound some more sense into Brock when she
gasped in horror as the pokeball opened and a brilliant
beam of red released Vulpix on the ground. Brock wasted no
time to pry loose from Misty's fingers as he dashed towards
his Pokemon shouting...
"Vulpix, you'll be my girlfriend won't you?!"
Vulllllllll~pix Vulpix replied as a flamethrower attack
engulfed Brock and he promptly collapsed on the ground,
charred and very much covered in soot.
Misty could only groan and sigh as she took a leg and
dragged the hormonally challenged youth back into the
campfire. I'm surrounded by idiots! Misty thought as she
grumbled and complained and propped Brock's charred
'remains' by an improvised log bench.
"Argh! We have no time for this! What are we going to do
about Ash?" Misty said as she returned to her seat and
stirred the coals in the fire.
Brock now 'sober', rubbed his cheek as he sat up and looked
sternly at Misty across the fire, hands clasped underneath
his chin as he replied.
"There's nothing we can do, Pikachu is transformed whether
we like it or not." Brock said and sighed, he didn't like
it as much as Misty did. "The guide said as much. There's
no cure. And the other option he suggested is certainly out
of the question..."
Misty only nodded in understanding, no, that option was
clearly out of the question. It was just too cruel.
Drowning another Pikachu to make a spring of drowned
Pikachu for Pikachu to bath in. Brock nodded with a heavy
sigh "The only thing we can do is to help Pikachu
emotionally through all this until we find a real cure.
Pikachu is going to have to adjust to being a human for
now..."
"I just hope we find a cure soon..." Misty replied and
turned to look at the bonfire. Both for Ash and Pikachu's
sake...
***
Somewhere in the woods...
"Jessie, I'm tired of digging..." James complained, looking
up from the pit to where Jessie sat fiddling with a small
black ball in her hands.
"Are you tired of living as well?" Jessie threatened with
not much heat but only irritation in reply as she looked up
from her task of setting an explosive to glare daggers at
James in the pit to get him back to work. "This is a fool
proof plan that I've cleverly concocted so that I--I mean
we, can finally get my--I mean our hands on that gorgeous--
meddling cutey--twerp--Pikachu once and for all." Jessie
said and tossed James the explosive to set inside the pit.
"Um Jessie, are you sure this wire goes with-" James asked
pulling on the wires of the small black ball as he
inspected it.
"James! Don't touch that!" Jessie cried horrified as
predictably the small black ball began to glow and with a
brilliant light followed by an explosion, sent James
hurling through LEO as the rest of Team Rocket followed his
flight as James wailed at being sent skyward.
Somewhere a splash could be heard...
~ To be continued...
Preview: Chapter 02 - Girl Problems
"Jessie what are these?" James asked fondling himself
before reality struck home and he fondled himself some more
to check before his tattered mind instructed his hand to
grope something down below to make sure.
~Gone!~ His shocked mind said, eyes bulging as he grasped
something else.
"James what is wrong with you?" Jessie asked stepping
closer to the distraught, now female, James. Before she
reeled back in shock.
"James... is tha-that, what I think they are..." Jessie
asked, sickeningly curious as she drew close to the boy-
turned girl.
"I have breasts!" James cried to the sky in a too kawaii
voice, her short blue hair partly covered her red eyes.
Poking, then fondling, Jessie cupped James breasts,
fascinated that they were real, that she wasn't dreaming,
and how firm and soft they felt as irritation and curiosity
began to overwhelm the redhead. How can he have bigger
breasts than mine!
"Don't do that!" James wailed in a too kawaii voice,
practically sobbing as she sat on the ground.
"How can this be?" Jessie wondered as she looked down at
the crying 'girl'.
"I don't know and I don't want them! You got to help me
Jessie! I don't want to be a girl!" James said, wailing I
don't want to be a girl several times afterwards before
burying her face in her hands.
"For someone who dresses half the time in drag, that's hard
to believe" Persian said from the sidelines, an amused grin
on its mouth.
"Will you cut that out Meowth! Can't you see I'm in a
crisis here; I've just lost my manhood!"
"It's Persian!" Persian replied in irritation, "And as for
your manhood, I thought you'd already lost it a long time
ago!"
James only glared at the cat that only smirked in reply.
"Can it you two!" Jessie shouted, still fondling the blue
haired girl.
"Would you please stop doing that Jessie!" James said,
crimson from head to toe as he--well she began to feel
something...
"They're so soft and bouncy, I still can't believe it."
Jessie said, mildly irritated. It wasn't fair! How could
James's...breasts, be bigger than hers!
"Neither can I!" James replied and began to cry. Making
kawaii noises as she wept.
"For someone who dresses half the time as a girl, you sure
make a pretty good-looking girl..." Persian observed from
the sidelines.
"Noooo! Please don't tease me! I am not a girl!"
[End of preview]
Picture: Onna-James,
http://www.geocities.com/soul_fate/temp/JamesGT.jpg
Author's notes:
Well that's it, sorry for the long wait on this chapter. I
won't go into detail why it was late, just to say I've been
busy with other stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading
this chapter, and if you have any comments I'd like to hear
them. Anyway chapter 2 won' be long in coming.
~ Kahlil Noriega