Midsummer Dreams
By Trish.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except some characters and the storyline.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Chuchino. Rated PG-13 for the innuendos flying about… ^_^
Chapter 7: Now is the Summer of Our Enchantment
Tracey stared at his female captor who was striking Ash's famous Victory pose, while crowing, "All right! I caught a Tracey Sketchit!"
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"You can call me Karlie, but I also go by the name of 'Chuchino'," the girl stated.
Then it clicked. "Hey, you're the anti-Togepi girl who came to my stand the first day!" the Pokémon Watcher exclaimed.
"That's me. I'm anti-Egg and proud of it."
"So why have you brought me here, and what's with the handcuffs?"
"I want to spend time alone with you," she gushed. "I'm your number one fan in the whole wide world - and we were destined to be together. The handcuffs are to make sure that you don't get away."
"Couldn't you have just asked me?"
"No," Chuchino replied cheerfully. She noticed Tracey starting to edge his free hand towards his waist. "I wouldn't bother calling one of your Pokémon if I were you. These handcuffs are Scyther proof."
"Scyther proof? Where did you get them?"
"I've got connections," she smirked. "As Madam President of an international organisation, I know many important people in many different places."
Tracey sighed. "So I guess I'm stuck like this until you decide otherwise."
"You got it. Where Tracey goes, Chuchi goes too!"
"So this whole letter about a rare Pokémon was just a setup to get me?"
"That's not true," the brunette protested. "I do have a rare Pokémon for you to see."
"Then, where is it?"
She pulled him outside to the clearing and threw a Pokéball. Tracey hoped that it might be a Dratini, or a Delibird or some other rare Pokémon. The red energy materialised into a……Snorlax?
"That's just a Snorlax!"
"Ah, but this one's different."
"Like how?"
"This Snorlax suffers from a bad case of insomnia!"
Oh great, Tracey moaned inwardly. I was lured all this way just to see a Snorlax who can't sleep?
Chuchino recalled the tubby Pokémon then locked the door of the cabin. "Come on," she ordered, pulling Tracey towards the path. "We're going back to my room."
Well, Tracey had no choice but to follow.
"Let's see," Chuchino muttered to herself, "I've got the pink feather boa, chocolate sauce, strawberries, whipped cream…"
At each muttered word Tracey became progressively paler. Pink feather boa? Chocolate sauce? Whipped cream? Strawberries? And they were going back to her room and he was handcuffed……Dear Lord, what type of kinky things did she have planned for him?
Oh God. He was gonna have all the Officer Jennys after him if they found out about this. He would be labelled a 'cradle snatcher' and his friends would be horrified. He mustered up his courage. "What…do you need those for?" he blurted out.
She looked at him calmly. "My friend Rachel is throwing a party for the girls at the Pokémon Centre. I promised to help Trish with the dessert she's making. She can whip up one of the best Black Forest Cakes! The sauce, whipped cream and strawberries are for decoration. The feather boa is for me to wear."
"I see." Tracey breathed a quiet sigh of relief. At least they weren't going to be used for kinky activities. He felt quite embarrassed for even entertaining such thoughts. Of course, hanging around with Brock all these years hadn't helped. Next time Sketchit - leave the room when Brock is about to divulge one of his X-rated fantasies!
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Brock had just put away his cell phone when he saw Luana charge at him like a bat out of hell. Before he could speak she threw her arms around him in a bonecrushing hug. "Oh Brock!" she gushed. "I do! I do! I DO!"
"Um…do what?" Brock wheezed.
She loosened her hold on him. "Why accept your marriage proposal, of course. I heard what you were planning over the phone. I never knew you felt that way sweetie!"
Brock was confused. What marriage proposal? But before he could utter another word, she had grabbed him so that his face was almost buried in her ample bosom. "You are my world, my soul, my life, my love!"
Where did she get this idea from? His phone conversation had nothing to do with marriage. He had been talking to a prospective client who was interested in buying the newest litter of baby Sentrets from Brock's Pewter City Breeding Centre. Brock's end of the conversation had gone like this; "Oh you're not interrupting anything, Mr. Flannery. I'm just meeting my friend Luana for lunch. Oh, yes - Sentrets are really great Pokémon. The width of each ring on the tail is unique to each individual Sentret. I would be happy to meet you on any day that you propose. The 25th is fine. So shall we make the meeting for that date?" He then realised that she must have heard only certain words of the conversation - and misinterpreted it.
"Um…Luana - you've got it all wrong.." he began but Luana wouldn't let him finish.
"No I haven't," she insisted with a smile. "I distinctly heard you say my name, and talk about rings, proposing and a date."
Well, he couldn't deny that. "Yeah, maybe I did, but…"
"But what?" She playfully swatted him on the arm. "Brock, honey - you are such a tease!"
The Pewter City Breeder smiled weakly. "Yeah. Um…I've just remembered I have to do something really important." He turned and fled.
The Kumquat Island Gym Leader stood for a moment as she looked at the retreating figure of her fiancé. She decided to run after him. "Brock sweetie! Wait for me!" she hollered.
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"That would have to be one of the most humiliating episodes of my life!" Gary moaned as he walked back to the offices with Ash, James and Pikachu from Professor Oak's media conference. "I can't believe Gramps did that!"
Ash chuckled. "Well, I enjoyed it!"
Gary scowled at his best friend. "You would. It isn't your grampa who's telling the world embarrassing stories about your childhood."
"True. But my mom does the same thing."
"I can't believe she did that either."
"It could have been worse," Ash mused. "At least they didn't recall the Tarzan incident."
Yikes! How did he remember that? I think it is time we changed the subject here, Gary thought. "What did you…"
"Then there was the time you thought you'd make a much better Bo Peep," Ash continued, quite oblivious to Gary's interjection.
"What's this about Tarzan and Bo Peep?" James asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing," Gary jumped in before Ash could reply. "Trust me, they're such boring stories you wouldn't be interested."
"Oh, but I am interested!" James protested.
Gary looked around desperately for something to distract James off the topic. Aha. Just the thing. "Look Jimmy," he pointed to one of the stalls. "You can get a special limited edition set of Pikachu bottlecaps when you purchase one of the 'I Choose You Pikachu' interactive soft toys!"
James' face lit up like a little kid's on Christmas morning. "Oooooh really?" he squealed. "Let me see! Let me see!" And without further ado, he dashed off in the direction Gary pointed.
Ash sighed at the behaviour of his personal assistant, then turned to find Gary looking daggers at him. "What?" he asked innocently.
James returned five minutes later, hugging a stuffed toy Pikachu with a small box tightly to his chest. "I finally got one! I finally got one! Now I can die happy."
"What - the limited edition bottlecaps?" Gary asked.
"No," James said with a huge grin. "The interactive Pikachu. I've always wanted one, but Jessie refused to buy it for my birthday."
"How old is he?" Gary whispered to his colleague.
"Thirty-three, but turning four," Ash replied.
Just then, the quartet were startled to see Brock come rushing up to them. Ash waved to his long-time friend, "Hey Brock. How are you…" he began - only to have the breeder grab him by the lapels of his jacket which nearly sent Pikachu tumbling off his shoulder.
"Ash! Just the man I wanted to see!" Brock gasped. "I need to ask you for a really big favour."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Hide me!" he pleaded.
Ash stared at him. "Hide you? What on earth for?" he questioned.
Brock was about to reply when Luana caught up to them. "Oh, sweetie. There you are!" she exclaimed as she grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to let go of Ash's jacket.
"Hi Luana," Ash greeted the Kumquat Island Gym Leader.
"Oh, hi Ash, Gary, James. Nice to see you again. Has Brock told you the wonderful news?"
"No," Gary spoke up. "What wonderful news?"
"Brocky and I are getting married!" Luana beamed. "He proposed just a few minutes ago."
Four sets of jaws dropped in astonishment. Ash was the first to recover, and extended his hand to Brock. "Wow, that's wonderful Brock, Luana. Congratulations!" Pikachu leapt into Brock's arms to give him a hug.
"Yeah," Gary chimed in. "Congratulations. You certainly are a fast mover Brock!"
"Congratulations from me too," James added. "I always thought that Ash and Misty would tie the knot first - but it looks like I'm wrong."
"Um, Ash. Can I see you about an important gym matter?" Brock muttered.
"Certainly, Brock. How about tomorrow morning?"
"How about right now?"
Ash caught the hint of desperation in his friend's voice. He nodded. "That's fine with me. We're just heading back there now anyway."
Luana kissed Brock on the cheek. "I guess I'll see you later then."
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Tracey was feeling rather uncomfortable and out of place. Here he was, the only male at an all female gathering, and the only reason he was there at all was because he was handcuffed to a fanatical admirer.
The girls were friendly enough though, and none of them seemed surprised to see him handcuffed to Chuchino. The hostess, Rachel, explained to him the reason why. "She always said that she'd get her hands on you one day."
He also learned that the majority of the girls at this party were I.T.E.O members.
"The I.T.E.O is very popular with females," Chuchino said. "You know I almost called the organisation 'Karlie's Angels' but I decided against it. Sounded too much like something out of Hollywood."
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Brock was pacing up and down in front of Ash's desk and wringing his hands. "What am I gonna do, guys?"
"Brock, sit down," Ash said.
"I never even asked her! What do I do? I've never been in this situation before!"
"Brock, would you please sit down?" Ash tried again, to no avail.
"This is bad! This is gonna ruin my chances with Daisy Waterflower, not to mention Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny!" his breeder friend babbled.
"Bulbasaur?" Ash called out. The small dinosaur-like Pokémon poked it's head out from under the desk where a game of "Tag" was in progress. "Could you please tackle Brock onto the sofa for me?"
"Bulba!" The Pokémon launched itself at Brock and knocked him onto the sofa as directed.
"Nice work, Bulbasaur," The Pokémon Master praised the little creature. He turned to the babies who were playing with Meowth. "Okay, kids. Why don't you all jump on Uncle Brock so that he stays seated?"
The babies were only too happy to comply with their Daddy's orders. Brock was almost buried under the pile of orphans. "Hey!" he protested.
"Well, you wouldn't sit down when I asked you to," Ash said with a smile as he leant back in his chair. "Now, if you'll just calm down - maybe we can discuss this little problem of yours."
"Okay, I'll be quiet."
"Dat's a relief," Meowth muttered as he pulled some cotton wool out of his ears. Brock glared at him but the cat just stuck his tongue out.
"If you think about it, this little problem of yours is really quite funny," Gary chuckled.
"He's right, you know," Ash chipped in. "All your life, you've chased after and been rejected by countless numbers of women. Now that you've found someone who is willing to be with you - you don't like it and freak out."
"I don't think it's funny," Brock grumbled. "Here I am, engaged to somebody that I don't love - and all you guys can do is laugh."
"I'm sorry, Brock," the dark-haired trainer apologised. "But I never thought I'd live to see the day when you would run away from a woman who likes you!"
"Yeah, well there's a first time for everything. So what do I do?"
"There are all those dances coming up this week. And what better place to find a single girl?"
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Later that evening, two tiny figures appeared in the forest clearing near the Stadium. It was Puck and Flory, and they were there to work on their transformations before the first dance was to be held.
The sprites flew to the ground and stood facing each other. "Guess I'll go first," Puck spoke up.
He took a deep breath and concentrated. A blinding white light surrounded him and when Flory's eyesight returned, his cousin was in human form. But not just any human form.
"Hey, I'm Elve-is Presley!" Puck crowed.
Flory just gave him a withering glance. "Puck - why on earth did you transform into Elvis Presley?"
"Because I felt like it?"
"You can't dance with Arrow as Elvis Presley!"
"Why not?"
"Because Elvis is dead."
"Says who? People have claimed to see him from time to time," Puck protested.
"Plus these are not fancy dress parties."
"Oh, all right," Puck pouted as he transformed, only this time into a teenage boy with dark brown hair. "You, are no fun."
"And you, my dear cousin, are a pain in the butt," Flory retorted as he too, changed into a handsome teenage boy with dark chestnut hair, complete with tuxedo.
Puck whistled in admiration. "Not bad, not bad at all!"
"You don't look half bad either."
"Do you think we pass?"
"I think we do. Now all we have to do is test it out tomorrow."
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"Where is Tracey? I haven't seen him all day," Misty fretted as she waited with Ash and Brock outside the headquarters building. They had just finished a quiet dinner and were waiting for their friend at their designated meeting spot before making their way back to the house.
"Don't worry, Mist," Ash reassured her. "Trace probably wandered off into the woods to sketch some wild Pokémon."
"He'll be back," Brock added.
Sure enough, their friend appeared - only this time with company. The trio stared at the young girl who was with him. Their eyes widened even more when they saw the handcuffs.
"What the…" Misty began.
"Uh, Ash, Misty and Brock. I'd like you to meet Karlie, also known as Chuchino," Tracey blurted out. "She's a big fan of mine, so she thought she would capture me."
"I'll say she has," Ash murmured.
"Anyway, we've got a slight problem. I can't get out of the handcuffs and they are Pokémon proof. So….."
"So he's staying in my room!" Chuchino piped up.
"Just thought I'd let you know," Tracey added. His friends could tell he was embarrassed by the whole situation.
"Will you be okay?" Ash asked, a little worried.
"I think so."
Brock laughed. "Of course he'll be fine! I bet he planned the whole thing! He'll make sure that this is a night…." The rest of his words were muffled by Ash's hand which had been slapped over his mouth.
"Shut up, Brock."
Misty turned to Chuchino. "Don't mind our friend Brock here. He just needs to take a chill pill."
They waved goodbye to the pair and started off for the private quarters. Once they were safely out of hearing, Ash removed his hand from the breeder's mouth.
Tears started running down Brock's face. "Now what?" Ash said in some exasperation.
"Why can't I be handcuffed like that to Officer Jenny?" he wailed.
"Mist, do you have a mallet handy at the moment?" The Pokémon Master asked sweetly.
"Yes, I do. Why?"
"May I borrow it for a minute?"
To be continued……
Author's Note: A very Chuchi chapter here - she's either going to kill me or hug me for this…. ^_^
And now - dear readers, a little question. All good things must come to an end - as does this series. I'm ending it at either 10 chapters or 12 (depends if I can keep this craziness up or not). Should there be a sequel to "Dreams"? Should it be a cameo fic? If the answer is yes - and you want to be in it - let me know. Of course all those peeps in there now - might still find themselves in the sequel anyway! I'm having too much fun messing with everyone. Mwhaaaa! ^_^
Next chapter - Riny & Arrow finally meet their secret admirers! Will Tracey survive the night with Chuchino? Can Misty get even scarier than she is right now? What do Tarzan and Bo Peep have to do with Gary?
