Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 5: Dyked Out!
"Well, we've wasted our time."said Mark Vasigil as they left from hearing many riddles about legendary birds.
"Flying fast all through the air, Aeroseis is fast with flair!" chimed Ophelia with a giggle, "Soaring high and extra fast, watch out for its Aero-blast!"
"Please stop." whined a tormented Mark.
The girl didn't listen though, she was too caught up in the funny rhymes, "If your near volcanoes big, erupting rest assure. Just be wary of Moltres, with flaming blasts galore." she hummed!
Meanwhile, the punk ogre lost all patience, his eyes bulging with rage "STOP IT!" yelled the punk ogre in rage, "Please..." he settled slightly.
"Ok..." she smiled "So where to now?"
"The next town for the next bad... oh dammit! I forgot to fight for my badge!" Mark realized.
"Well, that's not my fault." stated Keysha.
"You're absolutely right." stated Mark, who received a look of surprise from the eldest girl of the group. "I mean, you could've been left there to be taken back home." he smirked evilly.
"Gym time!" cheered young Ophelia, excited to watch a battle. Kids these days are quite impressionable. "I'm gonna earns me a new badge, Yea!" she shouted like a little kid, which unsurprisingly is what she is.
Mark merely shook his head with a tough man's sigh. "Yea, well let's find it first."
***
"I can't believe it was right here this whole time!" complained Mark after about 2 hours of useless searching. "Well, lets get on with it." she sighed, looking at the gym. It looked rather like an average brick building, made to fill its role as stereotypical city building, though more of a short building rather than a tall skyscraper. Then again, this place didn't have any buildings quite so high. It would almost seem as though it were meant to be unfound, blessed be the fortunate and the clever that did find it. In this case, Mark was likely in the fortunate group.
"Eh?" came a disgruntled male voice, "Who's there?" Upon closer look, the apparent fact was that it wasn't male, the character before them was a girl, and for such a masculine voice, the body seemed to try to cover up the weakness. "You're a girl?" he wondered when from the shadows the person came into sight.
"You were deceived?" she smiled, her voice sounding suddenly different, and fitting of her form. She was well fitted, and good looking as far as Mark's hormone-o meter read. She was slender, and big where it matters... no, brains don't matter for girls! I'm kidding! But I'm talking. "Would you stop staring at my chest?" she said annoyed. With a look of aggravation in her passion-green eyes.
"Uh, s-sorry." came the young voice of Ophelia, obviously intimidated by the big girl before her. After all, hardly big in that regard, seeing one with knockers really is intriguing... and might just be triggering young lesbianism. Ah, to be young and impressionable! Attention people, teach all young girls to be lesbian! Again, I'm joking!
She glanced at the young girl with a slight smile, "That's quite alright." she said to the child. "I'm talking to that lummox! That's right punk!" she snarled at the very thought as if to curse his existence.
"Well freaking Crap!" Punk Ogre the lummox 'cheered', "Sorry lady! I just stare for a few seconds and you hate me for life." he snarled, "I don't usually hurt people that host boobs, but you're tempting my patience." he hissed angrily. "But I'm in a hurry, so just bring me the gym leader and such."
"You've been staring at her bosom." she snarled angrily, "Men, they're such a stupid race."
Mark looked at Keysha, "Cover the kid's ears." he said quietly.
"Eh?" she wondered, "You do it!"
"And risk angering this bitch who acts like a dyke? No way!"
The leader laughed at Mark's words. "Dyke, eh? Yea, that's me. Got a problem with it, you useless male."
"I do indeed." Mark nodded, as he began stating reasons, "Firstly, I don't like male hating dykes, secondly, I really think you lesbian freaks should be out in the open more, namely on adult video. Thirdly..."
"SHUT UP!" shouted the leader, "If you're here for a gym match, then I have no choice but to except." she sighed, "But you're thickheaded male hormones will hold you from winning." she chuckled at this, "So, 'male', are you ready to show me how women really are better?"
"Bull crap! Guys and girls are equal, or so I'm told." he stated, "Women are just better to look at."
"That's all we are to you, objects of desire, hmm?" the leader hissed.
Mark nodded, "Well, it's not our fault we want to keep the human race alive." he stated factually. "Even if I don't want kids... but what's your name anyway, dyke?"
"I am Tessa!" she stated, "And as an official gym leader, I accept your puny, male challenge. We will use 2 pokemon each!" she smiled. "And to start, I'll use Aron!"
"It's not a name." said Keysha, glancing at the gym leader, noticing that girl seemed to be making passes, glancing at her every so often. She didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable, distasteful, or even... aroused. Yes, that's what happens when people seem to show interest in you when you've little going for you. Besides, you sick shmoes want a little lesbo action, dontcha? Eh?
"Aron?" he snorted with laughter, "What a masculine name for a pokemon. So what the hell is that thing."
"It's the creature's species." said Keysha, glancing at the gym leader, noticing that girl seemed to be making passes, glancing at her every so often. She didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable, distasteful, or even... aroused. Yes, that's what happens when people seem to show interest in you when you've little going for you. Besides, you sick shmoes want a little lesbo action, dontcha? Eh?
Mark consulted his pokedex. 'Aron, the Iron pokemon. With its steel coated iron body, it can run down a dump truck at mere speed of 10 miles per hour. At 30, it can crush it flat. From there, the truck becomes a good meal.' "Sounds thickheaded, like you." he chuckled spitefully. "I think I'm going to use... Sneasel!" he stated, releasing the weasel of darkness, little did he know it might the in for the fight of its life...
A/N: Happy Veterans Day! Eh, I prolly shoulda made a special featuring Carl's dad 'the war hero', to suit the holiday. Eh, there's always next year, as always, you peeps scroll to the bottom of the page and click the button called 'review', and submit your stuff. Ideas, comments, errors (I am strong, I can take this smack! I want to as well.) As always, keep writing, and keep fighting, I might be going back to the world of Carl soon, but first we must at least get Mark through this gym of the mighty, sexy, dyke. Find out in the next chapter of B&T. As always, Keep writing, keep fighting! PEACE!
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 5: Dyked Out!
"Well, we've wasted our time."said Mark Vasigil as they left from hearing many riddles about legendary birds.
"Flying fast all through the air, Aeroseis is fast with flair!" chimed Ophelia with a giggle, "Soaring high and extra fast, watch out for its Aero-blast!"
"Please stop." whined a tormented Mark.
The girl didn't listen though, she was too caught up in the funny rhymes, "If your near volcanoes big, erupting rest assure. Just be wary of Moltres, with flaming blasts galore." she hummed!
Meanwhile, the punk ogre lost all patience, his eyes bulging with rage "STOP IT!" yelled the punk ogre in rage, "Please..." he settled slightly.
"Ok..." she smiled "So where to now?"
"The next town for the next bad... oh dammit! I forgot to fight for my badge!" Mark realized.
"Well, that's not my fault." stated Keysha.
"You're absolutely right." stated Mark, who received a look of surprise from the eldest girl of the group. "I mean, you could've been left there to be taken back home." he smirked evilly.
"Gym time!" cheered young Ophelia, excited to watch a battle. Kids these days are quite impressionable. "I'm gonna earns me a new badge, Yea!" she shouted like a little kid, which unsurprisingly is what she is.
Mark merely shook his head with a tough man's sigh. "Yea, well let's find it first."
***
"I can't believe it was right here this whole time!" complained Mark after about 2 hours of useless searching. "Well, lets get on with it." she sighed, looking at the gym. It looked rather like an average brick building, made to fill its role as stereotypical city building, though more of a short building rather than a tall skyscraper. Then again, this place didn't have any buildings quite so high. It would almost seem as though it were meant to be unfound, blessed be the fortunate and the clever that did find it. In this case, Mark was likely in the fortunate group.
"Eh?" came a disgruntled male voice, "Who's there?" Upon closer look, the apparent fact was that it wasn't male, the character before them was a girl, and for such a masculine voice, the body seemed to try to cover up the weakness. "You're a girl?" he wondered when from the shadows the person came into sight.
"You were deceived?" she smiled, her voice sounding suddenly different, and fitting of her form. She was well fitted, and good looking as far as Mark's hormone-o meter read. She was slender, and big where it matters... no, brains don't matter for girls! I'm kidding! But I'm talking. "Would you stop staring at my chest?" she said annoyed. With a look of aggravation in her passion-green eyes.
"Uh, s-sorry." came the young voice of Ophelia, obviously intimidated by the big girl before her. After all, hardly big in that regard, seeing one with knockers really is intriguing... and might just be triggering young lesbianism. Ah, to be young and impressionable! Attention people, teach all young girls to be lesbian! Again, I'm joking!
She glanced at the young girl with a slight smile, "That's quite alright." she said to the child. "I'm talking to that lummox! That's right punk!" she snarled at the very thought as if to curse his existence.
"Well freaking Crap!" Punk Ogre the lummox 'cheered', "Sorry lady! I just stare for a few seconds and you hate me for life." he snarled, "I don't usually hurt people that host boobs, but you're tempting my patience." he hissed angrily. "But I'm in a hurry, so just bring me the gym leader and such."
"You've been staring at her bosom." she snarled angrily, "Men, they're such a stupid race."
Mark looked at Keysha, "Cover the kid's ears." he said quietly.
"Eh?" she wondered, "You do it!"
"And risk angering this bitch who acts like a dyke? No way!"
The leader laughed at Mark's words. "Dyke, eh? Yea, that's me. Got a problem with it, you useless male."
"I do indeed." Mark nodded, as he began stating reasons, "Firstly, I don't like male hating dykes, secondly, I really think you lesbian freaks should be out in the open more, namely on adult video. Thirdly..."
"SHUT UP!" shouted the leader, "If you're here for a gym match, then I have no choice but to except." she sighed, "But you're thickheaded male hormones will hold you from winning." she chuckled at this, "So, 'male', are you ready to show me how women really are better?"
"Bull crap! Guys and girls are equal, or so I'm told." he stated, "Women are just better to look at."
"That's all we are to you, objects of desire, hmm?" the leader hissed.
Mark nodded, "Well, it's not our fault we want to keep the human race alive." he stated factually. "Even if I don't want kids... but what's your name anyway, dyke?"
"I am Tessa!" she stated, "And as an official gym leader, I accept your puny, male challenge. We will use 2 pokemon each!" she smiled. "And to start, I'll use Aron!"
"It's not a name." said Keysha, glancing at the gym leader, noticing that girl seemed to be making passes, glancing at her every so often. She didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable, distasteful, or even... aroused. Yes, that's what happens when people seem to show interest in you when you've little going for you. Besides, you sick shmoes want a little lesbo action, dontcha? Eh?
"Aron?" he snorted with laughter, "What a masculine name for a pokemon. So what the hell is that thing."
"It's the creature's species." said Keysha, glancing at the gym leader, noticing that girl seemed to be making passes, glancing at her every so often. She didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable, distasteful, or even... aroused. Yes, that's what happens when people seem to show interest in you when you've little going for you. Besides, you sick shmoes want a little lesbo action, dontcha? Eh?
Mark consulted his pokedex. 'Aron, the Iron pokemon. With its steel coated iron body, it can run down a dump truck at mere speed of 10 miles per hour. At 30, it can crush it flat. From there, the truck becomes a good meal.' "Sounds thickheaded, like you." he chuckled spitefully. "I think I'm going to use... Sneasel!" he stated, releasing the weasel of darkness, little did he know it might the in for the fight of its life...
A/N: Happy Veterans Day! Eh, I prolly shoulda made a special featuring Carl's dad 'the war hero', to suit the holiday. Eh, there's always next year, as always, you peeps scroll to the bottom of the page and click the button called 'review', and submit your stuff. Ideas, comments, errors (I am strong, I can take this smack! I want to as well.) As always, keep writing, and keep fighting, I might be going back to the world of Carl soon, but first we must at least get Mark through this gym of the mighty, sexy, dyke. Find out in the next chapter of B&T. As always, Keep writing, keep fighting! PEACE!