Back for more, eh? Well, I won't disappoint you. The reviews are great, and are keeping me in positive mind about this story. Some people have expressed their dislike of my portrayal of Ash. I don't mean any insult to those who like Ash, but if you don't like it then I suggest you don't read. And that's all I have to say about that.
Anyway, on with the story!
Disclaimer: sigh….Do I really have to say this again? Team rocket and Pokemon are not mine. They belong to Mr. Satoshi Tajiri, who must be simply rolling in cash, and those freaky geeks at Nintendo.
Becoming A Woman.
Chapter Three: Team Rocket to the rescue!
Ash had never been so scared in all his life.
Look at her…that's not Misty. It's some horrible monster wearing a Misty costume…
He was quite literally shaking in his boots. Trying very hard to keep a good amount of distance between himself and savage animal behind him, he hurriedly caught up to Brock and grabbed his arm, his grip so hard his knuckles turned white. Brock, who was trying very hard to keep a close eye on Pikachu, struggled vainly to shrug him off.
"What's the problem, Ash?" he winced in discomfort. "You mind loosening up there a little? My circulation's getting cut off."
"I changed my mind. Let's go to Olivine."
Brock shook his head. "No way, Ash. We're already halfway there. Besides, you said yourself you'd rather go to Jessie for help than let Misty wear your undies."
"I know, but…" he was right of course. Ash had been dubious as to whether Jessie would even help them in the first place. But at the time it had seemed like the favorable alternative. However, during the entire time it was taking them to locate Team Rocket, Misty had been glowering at him like some hungry predator. It was starting to unnerve him.
"She's really freaking me out. I'm afraid to turn my back on her for even a second."
Brock grinned teasingly. "Scared of a girl, Ash?"
The younger boy glared at him in anger. "You'd be scared too if she was looking at you like that!"
"Well," Brock replied indifferently as he watched Pikachu sniff the ground for a quick moment, then dart off into the undergrowth. "It seems we're getting close. So when we find them you can always get Jessie to protect you."
Ash growled, muttering something obscene under his breath, and finally released his death grip on Brock's arm. He slid back into line behind him, still mumbling vulgarities to himself. He choose that particular moment to cast a backwards glance at Misty, who caught his gaze with narrowed eyes. Naturally, given the mood she was in, she quickly came to the conclusion that his malicious words were directed at her, and her lips drew back to reveal her teeth as she hissed at him.
"What did you say about me, Ash Ketchum?!"
He jumped, all the anger draining out of his body to be replaced with pure white terror. "N-n-nothing, Misty…"
"Well then," she thundered, with the ominous rumbling of a volcano ready to erupt, "turn around and FACE THE FRONT!!!
Like an unruly soldier who has just been given the thrashing of his life by some macho-sadistic sergeant, Ash spun around on order, twirling so fast he nearly went the full 360 degrees. Ashen-faced and stiff with fright, he marched smartly onwards, not daring to even breathe out of order lest he face the full terrifying extent of Misty's wrath. A few steps ahead of him, Brock bit down on his lower lip in a valiant attempt to withhold the raucous laughter threatening to burst out. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…he thought gleefully to himself. It seemed Ash was just about right for that speech he had planned….
Ahead of them, Pikachu suddenly chirped triumphantly, and bounded off into the thicket of trees. Brock quickened his pace to follow, eager to get this whole mess sorted out. Plus he was rather fed up with Ash hugging his back like some oversexed mankey…
"ASH!! I TOLD YOU TO FACE THE FRONT!!!"
Brock groaned. Come on Team Rocket. Show yourselves before she tears him to ribbons…
And behind him, Ash screamed.
:D
Jessie was bored.
Really, really bored.
I suppose I should be happy. It is our day off, after all…
But she wasn't happy. Not even mildly content. She was stuck in the middle of nowhere with not a damn thing to do and it was driving her completely bonkers. Sure, she could go for a walk. Take a little sight-seeing trip and appreciate nature's true beauty and comprehend it's wondrous diversity, but that just wasn't her style. She'd much rather sit around and watch T.V. Unfortunately, that option wasn't available to her, nor was anything else she considered worthy of spending her time on. So here she was, almost ready to gnaw off her own arm off because of lack of anything else to occupy her mind. She sighed heavily and sat back against the basket of their balloon, leaning back onto the rough surface. Picking up a twig and fiddling with it absentmindedly, she scanned the tiny area of the campsite. Meowth was sitting closest to the embers of the fire, sitting on a little cream colored blanket and stuffing his face with some repugnant jelly fish mixture from a can of Pokemon chow. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, then let her eyes wander over to the other occupant of their camp. He seemed equally bored, lying back against the trunk of an ancient redwood, and poked at the dying fire with a long stick. He shifted position slightly, then suddenly lifted his eyes to meet her purposeful stare, as if he had suddenly sensed she was watching him. For a few short moments they simply gazed at each other, then an idea burst into Jessie's brain, and a wicked smile graced her ruby lips.
"Oh, James?" she called, batting her lashes at him.
He sat up at attention. "Yeah, Jess?"
"Could you help me with something?"
He was by her side in an instant. "Sure, Jessie. Anything for you."
Her smile grew wider. The game is afoot. Yes, she had thought of a game she and James could play, and she knew that James would be all too willing to take part.
She moved enticingly closer to him, and stuck out her lower lip in an almost pouting manner. Then, she set out the first rule of play for their game.
"Well, my boots are chafing me and I want to take them off. But the zipper's are stuck." She batted her lashes again. "Could you help me?"
His face lit up like a Christmas tree, and a smile matching her own materialized on his lips. He sure caught on quickly. Jessie thought. He must be as bored as I am.
"Sure thing, Jessie. I'll help you." He reached over and gently placed both hands on her right thigh, and began to very slowly unzip the offending leather garment. Jessie giggled like a love struck teenager.
Meowth gagged on his breakfast. What? Dey is at it again?
He watched as James slid off the first boot, then said in a very sexy voice; "You've got nice legs, Jessie."
Meowth swallowed hard in an effort to hold back the vomit. Couldn't they at least wait until he had finished eating? They had been like this for about two months now, when they had finally decided that the sexual tension between them was too great to handle anymore and they had thrown themselves at each other. Like a positive ion and a negative ion coming together to 'exchange electrons.' Although Meowth was pretty sure they were exchanging more than just electrons in this case.
The boots were now discarded, and James waited eagerly for the next part of the game.
Jessie gasped in feigned surprise. "Oh no, James! Now my jacket is chafing me!"
James grinned while Meowth struggled to push down the bile. "Oh dear, Jessie. I'd better help you get that off too."
Meowth dropped the can of food and shut his eyes tightly, trying to rid the horrible scene before him from his mind's eye. It wasn't that he had anything against Jessie and James being an item. Love was a grand thing, but one could only take so much love before one became physically sick. And between them, Jessie and James had given each other enough love to last most people a lifetime. And they were so damn blatant about it. They didn't seem to care where or how they did it, just as long as they did it. And Meowth was usually the unfortunate observer for such things. And the unfortunate listener. Those two were louder than a whole bunch of pissed off Primeape.
Something fluttered to the ground, and Meowth shuddered. Clasping his cute little paws in front of him, he prayed to whatever deity Pokemon worship for something, anything, to interrupt them.
"James? Now my panties are chafing me…."
"Hey! Team Rocket!"
Ash, Misty and Brock ground to a sudden halt as they lay eyes on the scene before them; Jessie in a rather compromising position, one best suited for women about to give birth. James, who was obviously playing the role of doctor, for both his hands were shoved up inside her skirt, and Meowth, who appeared to be praying.
Ash's eyes bulged. "What the hell are you guys doing?!"
Team Rocket's reactions were instantaneous. Jessie yelped, simultaneously kicking out with both feet, causing James to go flying back and land painfully against the trunk of the redwood. She struggled furiously to her feet, adjusting her skirt and glaring at them, her face a mixture of both extreme rage and embarrassment. Behind her, Meowth grinned, the words 'Thank God' written all over his little face.
"Wha…what the…who the hell invited you three in?!" Jessie seethed with uncontrolled fury, almost tripping over her boots as she stalked menacingly towards them.
Ash merely continued to gape open-mouthed at her, the image of what was going on just a moment before still running in his head. Jessie growled, and raised a fist to beat him into the ground. Sensing impending disaster, Brock stepped in between them.
"There's no need for that." He said flatly. "Misty's already beat him over the head with a tree branch this morning."
Ash nodded in agreement. "It was a big one too!"
Jessie lowered her clenched fist, and narrowed her eyes at them. "What do you twerps what anyway? It's our day off. We were hoping to go the whole twenty-four hours without seeing you."
"The feeling is mutual. However something has come up. We…." And here he hesitated. "We need your help."
She blinked. "With what?"
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the others to the other side of the camp, then whispered something into her ear. A look of sudden surprise lit up on her face.
"Really?" She glanced over at Misty. "I thought she would have got them before now."
"Got what?" James asked from his heap on the ground. He had just regained consciousness.
"Her period."
James grinned unexpectedly. "Really? Wow!" He took a deep breath. "CONGRATULATIONS MISTY!"
Misty burst into tears.
Jessie stormed over and smacked him on his already very sore head. "Idiot! Don't say that!"
He cringed in pain. "Ow! What was that for? I thought it was a good thing."
Jessie scoffed. "Yeah right. If you ever got one you wouldn't think it was so great."
Brock cleared his throat, drawing attention back to himself. "Anyway…the whole reason we came here was to ask you if we could have some of your…"
"Big band aids!"
Brock glared at Ash, but continued anyway. "…Female hygiene products. If that's not too much trouble."
Jessie narrowed her eyes again. "Pads? Sure, I've got some. But what's in it for me?"
"And me!" James popped up behind her.
Brock had been waiting for this. He produced his wallet and fished out a couple of ten dollar bills.
"Here's twenty for the both of you."
Jessie and James both smirked in unison. "Twenty? Between the two of us? No way. How about twenty each?"
Brock scowled, but produced the extra money and slapped it into their hands. Jessie grinned in triumph as she stuffed the bill into her skirt pocket. Sauntering over to the basket, she jumped in and rummaged around for a few minutes, finally emerging with a few white little bundles in her hands.
She handed them out to Brock. "Here ya go."
Brock shuffled uncomfortably. "Um….."
"What?"
"She doesn't know how to use them."
She groaned. "Well then, tell her!"
"I thought it would be better if you did it."
She sighed. "Whatever. Hey twerp! Come here!" She motioned Misty over, and gave her a sisterly smile. "Since I'm so nice, I'm going to give you a few pointers on how to apply these, since your friends came seem to bring themselves to do it." She heard Brock grind his teeth in anger, but ignored him.
Misty blinked in surprise. "T-thank you…"
"Don't mention it. C'mon James!"
James beamed, and scurried after them, and the eagerness in his eyes unnerved Misty.
"What's he coming for?"
"James?" Jessie waved dismissively. "He's just gonna be my little helper."
"Hooray!" James cried.
And the three of them walked off into the dim forest.
Brock watched them go, then turned to face Ash. They looked at each other for a moment, then both directed their gaze downwards to look at Meowth. He returned their gaze, then he grinned suddenly.
"Hey. You kids wanna watch some videos?"
Ash looked at Brock again, then shrugged. "Okay."
Ohhhh…what videos? What's Meowth got planned? And exactly what kind of 'help' will James provide? The suspense is killing me! Find out in the next chapter: Revelations!
See ya soon!
Seveninchsprockets (SiS)