Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, I do not have any rights to Pokémon and I do not make any money from writing these stories/poems.
Written for the Pokémon Writing Diversity Challenge, the if you dare challenge, the as much as you can challenge, the one million words added competition, the High School Never Ends Challenge, the 12/30 Challenge and the Mix and Match Challenge.
Prompt: Write about something with sexual or sensual themes to reflect the fanfiction cliché of something that isn't sex sounding like it. Tongue-in-check. Write an T-Rated fic. Koga. Bell. Drew.
Naughty Sounding Situations
"Hurry up already, I want you to get inside already," Drew complained as he crossed his arms. "Hurry up, are you a trained ninja who could catch a bell before it falls to the floor in under a second or not?"
"Keep your tongue-in-check," Koga grunted as he gritted his teeth as his hand move backwards and forwards. "It is not my fault that this has happened!"
"Maybe your losing your touch?" Drew suggested with a playful smirk on his face. "After all you are an old man."
"Watch your manners, I will get inside here and you will enjoy it a lot when I do," Koga grumbled good naturally as he looked down and frowned. "Why is it not working for?"
"Maybe you are all spent out?" Drew suggested as he lay on the bed waiting for his lover to hurry up. "If you want we could get a-"
"NO! I am not going to use one of those to help me!" Koga replied sharply. "Besides I do not like to use them for situations like these. What if they get stuck?"
Drew rolled his eyes. "Koga love, I do not see how using a blunt knife or the handle of a fork to help you get the lid of the pickle jar off will cause any serious problems. Besides, how can a knife get stuck on an unopened jar of pickles?"
Koga did not reply, instead he chose to glare down at the innocent jar of pickles in his hands. He had found a new rival, one he would not stop battling until it was defeated.
End of Prompt.
