*hands you a cookie* Congratulations! You made it to Chapter Three! *sigh*
Now, I have a slight waning for you today.
(a yellow and black sign flashing the word "WANRNING!" pops up out of nowhere) This chapter may, or may not, contain mild shounen-ai, depending on how the story unwinds. I AM making this up as I go along, by the way. The chapter might just contain hints, if you were to look closely enough. Unless someone really wants it, I'm keeping this fic nice and straight, if ya know what I mean. ^_~
Oh, and feel free to turn back at any time. This chapter contains a whole lot of PINK! You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say? -_-+
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"Marth! Marth, please! Wait up!"
Roy continued to chase the wailing Marth Pokemon, who was now blessed with incredible speed. Several times he'd attempted to catch the little yellow blur, but failed. He dispensed grab after grab, hoping desperately he'd be able to catch onto something. Finally, he managed to seize the mouse prince by the tail, halting his little dash suddenly, causing him to run in place, the throw rug wrinkling beneath his still scuttling feet.
"Let me go, Roy!" Marth commanded, ripping his tail out of Roy's slender, girlish hand. Roy withdrew, offended.
"Marth-chan, I'm sorry." he whispered, reaching out to embrace the little rat. Marth huffily bounded out of his reach, folding his little arms over his chest.
"You laughed openly at me." Marth declared, sniffling a bit as he turned away from Roy. Roy struggled to hold back tears.
"Marth, I-" he began, reaching out longingly to the little mouse. Marth glared fiercely over his shoulder at the blonde, then turned back.
"I can't hear you!" He exclaimed, stuffing little rodent fingers in his absurdly huge ears. "Oh, say can you seeeeeee! By the dawn's early light!"
Roy slumped to the floor. Dissed by his own friend. His lower lip trembled, and the threatening tears spilled over and down his smooth cheeks. "Oh, crud, my mascara." he muttered, pulling a cloth handkerchief out of his panties (A/N: O___o;;;) and daintily tapping at the blackened streaks.
Marth paused in his off-key singing. Slowly, he removed his fingers from his ears. "Roy, are you-"
Roy blinked. "N-no! Of course not! I, er, just got somethin' in my eye!" A crimson blush spread over his cheeks, drowning out the artificial make- upped (is that a word?) blush, and he turned his face embarrassedly away from the mouse prince's questioning eyes.
Marth sighed. How could he possibly stay mad at him? Awkwardly, he padded over to the slender female swordsman. "Roy-chan, I, er."
Roy squealed, and scooped the little mouse into his arms. "Oi, Marth-chan! I'm so sorry I laughed at you! It was just so funny, I couldn't help it!"
Marth blushed profoundly. "Gah! Unhand me at once!" he cried, tiny limbs flailing wildly as Roy crushed him into his breasts. Peach's overly perfumed body's stench was overwhelming, and he felt nauseous. "Roy, I forgive you! I forgive you, dammit, now let go!"
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Marth and Roy slunk into the girl's dorms, glancing around nervously for any sign of life. Even though Roy would probably now be considered an official girl, and no one really knew what gender Pichu was, they were still terribly paranoid.
"I think that's Peach's room, over there," Roy whispered, extending a dainty finger and gesturing across the hall. A large marble door, painted hot pink and embroidered with daisies (no, not the person!) loomed before them.
The duo cautiously approached the door. Roy swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. (ew!)
"Now or never," he whispered, mostly to himself. Extending his hand, he grasped the rose-shaped doorknob, and slowly opened the door.
"AARRGG!!!" Marth screamed, falling back against Roy's smooth, shaven legs. "THE PINKNESS! THE PINKNESS!! IT BUUURRRNNS!"
Roy shielded his eyes, but in vain. The evil pinkness shone right through his very hand! "I'M BLIND!" Roy wailed, his eyes turning into little swirlies, anime-style.
The two swordsmen fell against the pink-wallpapered wall, swirly-eyed and sweat dropping. (so anime-ish! ^_^)
"Oh, come now, boys. It can't be all that bad, now can it?"
Peach's voice. Roy squinted into the bright pink light. "Peach?" he hissed, "Where are you?"
"Right here, my sa-WEET little child! Oh, hold on, I left Daisy waiting."
There was a beep, then Peach started a seemingly one-sided conversation. Roy blinked. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the pink.
As the scene cleared before him, he began to wish they hadn't.
A strangled gasp escaped his throat, and he practically sat upon poor little Marth, who was still in shock from all the pinkness. There he was, or at least, his body was, laid out on a frilly, floral print canopy bed, surrounded by TEEN magazines with pictures of various famous dudes on the covers. Cotton-balls separated his toes, the nails of which had now been painted hot pink, and a glittery rose-colored toe ring ornamented each one.
He held a Cruella-DeVil-like phone, pressed to his ear by his shoulder, as he painted the glued-on fingernails on his right hand a shockingly bright pink. He was clad in a absurdly skimpy outfit, one that consisted of a pink spaghetti-strapped shirt that exposed his well-built midriff, and a tiny, almost non-existent mini-skirt.
All the gel had been taken from his hair, and it was now wrapped in curlers. A green face mask completed the whole hideous attire.
Little gurgles escaped Roy's throat, as drool formed at the corner of his mouth. The inhumanity! The embarrassment! How dare she just take total control of his body, and lower it to such a horrendous level. He looked, well, gay!
Marth rubbed his eyes, blinking stupidly. "Oh, man, I thought I'd lost my eyesight forever!" Slowly, he lifted his gaze from the pink carpet to the bed, and froze. "R-R-Roy?!"
"And, so I said to the guy 'No way! You are so, like, totally not hot!' And he was all like-"
Marth slapped himself soundly over the cheek. No, that wasn't Roy. It was Peach. He couldn't take is eyes off her. What she'd done to Roy's body was even worse than what Pichu had done to his. She'd utterly disgraced his honor. Poor guy.
Marth stood up on his tip-toes, and clasped one of Roy's fingers in his paw. "Come on, Roy. We don't need to stay here."
Roy nodded slowly, like he was in a trance. Cautiously, the duo edged towards the door.
"Hold on, Roy! Don't you wanna see the wonderful changes I've made?"
Without waiting for an answer, Peach dropped the phone, and slipped off the bed. With a wave of her hand, and a flurry of pink sparkles, all the curlers disappeared from Roy's auburn hair. It fell around his shoulders in fruity, springing curls, causing him to look like a teenage Shirly Temple. That snapped Roy out of it.
"Holy crud!" he screamed. Peach smiled stupidly.
"I knew you'd like it! Wait'll you see the cute little panties I chose!" She squealed, gingerly taking a hold of the mini skirt's hem.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
In a flash of blond hair and blue cloak, Marth and Roy disappeared from the room, now seen racing down the hall, screaming incomprehensibly and waving their arms in the air like madmen. (er, mad-mice and -women.)
Peach sighed, snapping her neatly painted fingers. "Oh, shucks. They're so cute, too." Shrugging, she picked up the phone, plopped down on the bed, and her blonde conversation with Daisy continued.
"And he was all, like, 'But you're all, like hot, and I really wanna date you!' And I was like, 'Dream on!' And he was, like-"
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There. The end of the chapter. Wow, some of you actually made it down here! ^_^ *gives you a cookie* Not as much shounen-ai as I first suspected there'd be. Oh, and do forgive the pinkness. I'm sorry if some of you are scarred for life. Roy in a mini-skirt and curlers would disturb me, too. ^^;
Review, but be nice. 8_8 I'll give you a Marth-chu! ^_^;
Marth: Omae o korosu!!! =(
O_o;; Yikes! I'd better be going now! Buh-bye! *runs off, a cute little Pichu dressed like Marth at her heels* No hurt meeeeeee!!! *fades out in distance*
(a yellow and black sign flashing the word "WANRNING!" pops up out of nowhere) This chapter may, or may not, contain mild shounen-ai, depending on how the story unwinds. I AM making this up as I go along, by the way. The chapter might just contain hints, if you were to look closely enough. Unless someone really wants it, I'm keeping this fic nice and straight, if ya know what I mean. ^_~
Oh, and feel free to turn back at any time. This chapter contains a whole lot of PINK! You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say? -_-+
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"Marth! Marth, please! Wait up!"
Roy continued to chase the wailing Marth Pokemon, who was now blessed with incredible speed. Several times he'd attempted to catch the little yellow blur, but failed. He dispensed grab after grab, hoping desperately he'd be able to catch onto something. Finally, he managed to seize the mouse prince by the tail, halting his little dash suddenly, causing him to run in place, the throw rug wrinkling beneath his still scuttling feet.
"Let me go, Roy!" Marth commanded, ripping his tail out of Roy's slender, girlish hand. Roy withdrew, offended.
"Marth-chan, I'm sorry." he whispered, reaching out to embrace the little rat. Marth huffily bounded out of his reach, folding his little arms over his chest.
"You laughed openly at me." Marth declared, sniffling a bit as he turned away from Roy. Roy struggled to hold back tears.
"Marth, I-" he began, reaching out longingly to the little mouse. Marth glared fiercely over his shoulder at the blonde, then turned back.
"I can't hear you!" He exclaimed, stuffing little rodent fingers in his absurdly huge ears. "Oh, say can you seeeeeee! By the dawn's early light!"
Roy slumped to the floor. Dissed by his own friend. His lower lip trembled, and the threatening tears spilled over and down his smooth cheeks. "Oh, crud, my mascara." he muttered, pulling a cloth handkerchief out of his panties (A/N: O___o;;;) and daintily tapping at the blackened streaks.
Marth paused in his off-key singing. Slowly, he removed his fingers from his ears. "Roy, are you-"
Roy blinked. "N-no! Of course not! I, er, just got somethin' in my eye!" A crimson blush spread over his cheeks, drowning out the artificial make- upped (is that a word?) blush, and he turned his face embarrassedly away from the mouse prince's questioning eyes.
Marth sighed. How could he possibly stay mad at him? Awkwardly, he padded over to the slender female swordsman. "Roy-chan, I, er."
Roy squealed, and scooped the little mouse into his arms. "Oi, Marth-chan! I'm so sorry I laughed at you! It was just so funny, I couldn't help it!"
Marth blushed profoundly. "Gah! Unhand me at once!" he cried, tiny limbs flailing wildly as Roy crushed him into his breasts. Peach's overly perfumed body's stench was overwhelming, and he felt nauseous. "Roy, I forgive you! I forgive you, dammit, now let go!"
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Marth and Roy slunk into the girl's dorms, glancing around nervously for any sign of life. Even though Roy would probably now be considered an official girl, and no one really knew what gender Pichu was, they were still terribly paranoid.
"I think that's Peach's room, over there," Roy whispered, extending a dainty finger and gesturing across the hall. A large marble door, painted hot pink and embroidered with daisies (no, not the person!) loomed before them.
The duo cautiously approached the door. Roy swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. (ew!)
"Now or never," he whispered, mostly to himself. Extending his hand, he grasped the rose-shaped doorknob, and slowly opened the door.
"AARRGG!!!" Marth screamed, falling back against Roy's smooth, shaven legs. "THE PINKNESS! THE PINKNESS!! IT BUUURRRNNS!"
Roy shielded his eyes, but in vain. The evil pinkness shone right through his very hand! "I'M BLIND!" Roy wailed, his eyes turning into little swirlies, anime-style.
The two swordsmen fell against the pink-wallpapered wall, swirly-eyed and sweat dropping. (so anime-ish! ^_^)
"Oh, come now, boys. It can't be all that bad, now can it?"
Peach's voice. Roy squinted into the bright pink light. "Peach?" he hissed, "Where are you?"
"Right here, my sa-WEET little child! Oh, hold on, I left Daisy waiting."
There was a beep, then Peach started a seemingly one-sided conversation. Roy blinked. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the pink.
As the scene cleared before him, he began to wish they hadn't.
A strangled gasp escaped his throat, and he practically sat upon poor little Marth, who was still in shock from all the pinkness. There he was, or at least, his body was, laid out on a frilly, floral print canopy bed, surrounded by TEEN magazines with pictures of various famous dudes on the covers. Cotton-balls separated his toes, the nails of which had now been painted hot pink, and a glittery rose-colored toe ring ornamented each one.
He held a Cruella-DeVil-like phone, pressed to his ear by his shoulder, as he painted the glued-on fingernails on his right hand a shockingly bright pink. He was clad in a absurdly skimpy outfit, one that consisted of a pink spaghetti-strapped shirt that exposed his well-built midriff, and a tiny, almost non-existent mini-skirt.
All the gel had been taken from his hair, and it was now wrapped in curlers. A green face mask completed the whole hideous attire.
Little gurgles escaped Roy's throat, as drool formed at the corner of his mouth. The inhumanity! The embarrassment! How dare she just take total control of his body, and lower it to such a horrendous level. He looked, well, gay!
Marth rubbed his eyes, blinking stupidly. "Oh, man, I thought I'd lost my eyesight forever!" Slowly, he lifted his gaze from the pink carpet to the bed, and froze. "R-R-Roy?!"
"And, so I said to the guy 'No way! You are so, like, totally not hot!' And he was all like-"
Marth slapped himself soundly over the cheek. No, that wasn't Roy. It was Peach. He couldn't take is eyes off her. What she'd done to Roy's body was even worse than what Pichu had done to his. She'd utterly disgraced his honor. Poor guy.
Marth stood up on his tip-toes, and clasped one of Roy's fingers in his paw. "Come on, Roy. We don't need to stay here."
Roy nodded slowly, like he was in a trance. Cautiously, the duo edged towards the door.
"Hold on, Roy! Don't you wanna see the wonderful changes I've made?"
Without waiting for an answer, Peach dropped the phone, and slipped off the bed. With a wave of her hand, and a flurry of pink sparkles, all the curlers disappeared from Roy's auburn hair. It fell around his shoulders in fruity, springing curls, causing him to look like a teenage Shirly Temple. That snapped Roy out of it.
"Holy crud!" he screamed. Peach smiled stupidly.
"I knew you'd like it! Wait'll you see the cute little panties I chose!" She squealed, gingerly taking a hold of the mini skirt's hem.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
In a flash of blond hair and blue cloak, Marth and Roy disappeared from the room, now seen racing down the hall, screaming incomprehensibly and waving their arms in the air like madmen. (er, mad-mice and -women.)
Peach sighed, snapping her neatly painted fingers. "Oh, shucks. They're so cute, too." Shrugging, she picked up the phone, plopped down on the bed, and her blonde conversation with Daisy continued.
"And he was all, like, 'But you're all, like hot, and I really wanna date you!' And I was like, 'Dream on!' And he was, like-"
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There. The end of the chapter. Wow, some of you actually made it down here! ^_^ *gives you a cookie* Not as much shounen-ai as I first suspected there'd be. Oh, and do forgive the pinkness. I'm sorry if some of you are scarred for life. Roy in a mini-skirt and curlers would disturb me, too. ^^;
Review, but be nice. 8_8 I'll give you a Marth-chu! ^_^;
Marth: Omae o korosu!!! =(
O_o;; Yikes! I'd better be going now! Buh-bye! *runs off, a cute little Pichu dressed like Marth at her heels* No hurt meeeeeee!!! *fades out in distance*