Ch 4: Control
The crowd cheers. Ash Ketchum stands at the top of the podium, league trophy in hand, smiling. Mime turns to look at . she is beaming with a smile at her son. She turns towards and goes in for a joyful hug. But she goes through him. Mime turns around to see her entangled in green-
bolts up in bed. He turns to look at but she isn't there. He begins to panic, but then out the window he sees the barn light on.
The night was quiet. A slight breeze shifted through the grass and the hanging laundry. The clouds wrapped around the country side in a way that made the world seem unbelievably large. As neared the barn, the sounds grew louder. A commanding voice. A whipping noise. A crack. And suddenly, the sound of a wild beast, "RAUHHGH!"
broke into a wide-legged Sprint, the summer air whipping past his slender, toned body. He barged through the barn doors but the sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks.
In the center of the barn, surrounded by strewn about burning hay, laid a worn Charizard heaving heavily underneath a domineering, victorious leather harness wearing wielding a whip. Her ponytail was singed at the bottom and she had red scratches across her voluptuous chest.
"Pika, Pikachu"
On the right, a defeated Pikachu called Charizard back to his pokeball. A Squirtle began spraying out the fires.
"Oh," said a familiar voice, "he's awake."
Mime looked to the other side of the barn arena to see the Grinch.
"Mimey, it's the dead of night, what are you doing awake?" Mrs. Ketchum asked, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"No matter," said the green "we have a new contestant.
quivered. His primal poke urges beckoned him into the ring. He was on his way before he could process what was happening. But the Grinch spoke.
"Oh, no, . you won't be battling yet."
The Grinch entered the ring on pikachu's side, opposing , who did not make any moves to take the trainer position.
"It's okay mimey," she said, "take control of me! DO IT!"
NERVOUSLY took the position of trainer. Everything in him telling him this was wrong. So why did it feel so right? He ll ooked at Pikachu across from him. Another pokemon playing the part of trainer. But unlike him, Pikachu had a darkness in his eyes. A darkness that proved to mime that pika had been living this double life for years. If not eons.
"JIGGLYPUFF" rang the announcer. Where did a Jigglypuff come from mime wondered, but he didn't have time to ponder-
"PIKACHU PIKA PEE"
ANd the Grinch, bearing his rancid yellow fangs, lunged at on all fours. She dodged, her ponytail flowing behind her, but the grinch's claw managed to scrape her calf.
"aAH," she moaned, "CONTROL ME MIMEY"
and in the heat of the moment he silently screamed, "MIME MIME," and like that, skillfully cracked her whip at the mass of green, who dodged but just barely.
"Oh, so you do have some fight in you," the grinch grinched, "but let's see you handle this"
And at the snap of pikachu's fingers (which were long and slender), he flew up into the sky, the flapping of his incredibly thicc juicy ass cheeks keeping him in air. His pickle became sharp and ready to impale
"MIMEY QUICK, THINK OF SOMETHING"
and a world of memories and futures and possibilities flashed thru his mind. The day he met Mrs. Ketchum. The day ash got his Pikachu, who now looked so regal, so lived, and so experienced. A day yet to come eating icecream on the beach with and Ash after the championship match. The dream he just had that night-
"MIME MMIME " HE SCREAMED SILENTLY
And took position, not to dodge, but to counter the grinch's plunging attack. At the last second, she opened her cloyster. The Grinch couldn't react fast enough and was trapped,
The room became a duet of "EeUGHEGHE." Even Pikachu,with his years of experience was shocked.
"MIME" Mr mime commanded and wrapped her whip around the grinches girthy neck.
This snapped Pikachu back into reality. He had the Grinch exhale his menthol tinged toxic breath in ketchums face, causing her to recoil. They split apart, and the battle raged on.
Pikachu and the Grinch were quite the team. The experience they both had allowed them to effortlessly communicate, the Grinch weaving through the battle with a sophisticated and skilled grace that Pikachu instructed. But Mime and Ketchum had elements that allowed them to keep up at an even pace.
They were an item. They were one. Mr. Mime knew inside and out both mentally and physically. Almost as if she could read his mind, danced through the battle, dodging and countering, giving mime full control over her. The kind of control that only people who are fully insync in mind, body, and spirit could have. The time they spent together learning and understanding each other. It all shined here.
Voltorbs bounced and flashed. A green steelix swinged and swanged. The Grinch geared up for pikachu's next order, his mossy, snorlaxy chest bared powerfully. "pIKACHU!"
THE GRINCH leapt into the air, directing his Grussy towards face. prepared to give his command, but suddenly his mind flashed to the other day. Walking into the bedroom. His lover wrapped up in the mossy green. "MAKE THIS CLOYSTER YOURS "
"NNNHGHGGGH," Ms Ketchum moaned as the weight of the grinch brought her to the ground, his massive fucking dumptruck preventing her from breathing. She kept moaning, trying to wriggle out from under.
"Give it up, . we've defeated you." Pikachu stood tall.
But Mr. Mime, being a newcomer to this double life of trainer and pokemon, still had the element of surprise. Mime conjured a plan that not even Champion Lance could have expected.
"MIIIIIIIIIIME"
AND immediately understood.
Without hesitation, like a true hitmontop, gave the Grinch the lickilicki.
He groaned, and shuddered, his Muk escaping his ekans as he withered to the ground. "PIKA, PIKA," Pikachu pikached.
But it was no uese. Pikachu clentched his fists. The Grinch was unable battle. rose up, panting heavily, Victorious.
