Well! My longest chapter yet. And by far the funniest to write. Please enjoy.
THIS CHAPTER HAS MATURE CONTENT! ...just a heads up.
THWACK!
'Good! Give it two more, Anny!'
THWACK! THWACK!
'Okay! Now another set of kicks. GO!' Anabel gave a screech and flew into a flurry of powerful swings. Ash looked up from his handheld, and cringed when she delivered a particularly solid blow to the training-dummy's 'special area.'
'Back to me Anna, let's move, let's move!' Anabel sprinted across the spacious dojo towards an all-too-eager girl with blonde hair; she had training pads on each hand.
'Alright! Two more sets of punches. Last time!' Anabel gave a yell and proceeded to pound the pads out of existence.
'Come ON! Faster! Harder! I want you to pretend these are Ashies' testicles!'
'Um…' Anabel, with an almighty screech, belted the pads so hard that Ash swore he saw the stuffing fly out of them. He looked at his crotch and found he was already squeezing his legs together.
A few seconds later, Anabel fell onto her back, exhausted. The blonde-haired girl was grinning from ear to ear.
'Sweet! Great workout today, Anny.' She took off the pads and swept her hands down her uniform. 'Who knows,' she looked at her palms, 'you might make them purple one day.'
'I…doubt it,' wheezed Anabel, between breaths. 'Not all of us…are…spastically fit like you…Greta.'
'Hmm, I guess you're right.' She bent down and touched her toes. 'Hey, Ashie!' she said between her legs. 'Wanna have a go, too?' Ash took one look at his girlfriend gasping for air and shook his head vigorously. Greta shrugged her shoulders, still upside down. 'Eh, suit yourself.'
Ash found it hard to believe that, the tiny, little thing known as 'Greta,' was actually eighteen. With her blonde hair in swirls that could put Princess Leia to shame, it was no surprise she was always mistaken for child; a blunt one, at that. Still, she was a respected Frontier Brain and her battles were all the proof that was needed.
Anabel had gotten up at this point in time, and was making her way over to where Ash was sitting. He held up her training bag and she pulled it out of his hand without acknowledging him.
With a sigh, Ash went back to his handheld. He remembered asking why Anabel bothered with these workout sessions with Greta, since she could do everything telekinetically. Her reply was:
'The key to a strong mind is a strong body, Ash.' He needn't tell her that it was the other way round; it would have resulted in an endless argument, anyway. Suddenly, he felt a vibration in the wooden bench.
'Ooh! "Robot Samurai XIII: Revenge of Ninjeeninbad!" Can I play?' Greta was standing on the bench, practically pushing her face into his shoulder. Ash shrugged her off and handed her the handheld. She took it with a smile and sat down to play it.
Minutes passed without a word, the only sounds being the beeps and boops of robot samurais and the distant sound of the locker-room shower.
'Still not talking to you?' Ash looked across to Greta, still absorbed in the game.
'Nope.'
'Haha! Good, old Anna; never afraid to hold a grudge. So, when's the trip?'
'Two days.'
'I see. I'll make sure I'm there to see you off, 'kay?'
Ash smiled. 'Okay.' Greta's energy sure was contagious.
'Whatever happened between you two, I'm sure she'll make it up with you…' Ash cocked an eyebrow.
Is she being…sentimental?
'…with sex.' Ash snorted a lot louder than he would've liked.
Nope. Same, blunt Greta.
'Okay. Let's go.' Both Ash and Greta looked over to the locker room door to see a slightly damp Anabel emerging with jacket and jeans. Greta smiled and pushed Ash off the bench.
'I'm assuming you're talking about him?' Anabel nodded.
'Yes. Him. The idiot.' As Greta bent down to help Ash up, she whispered in his ear:
'See? She's speaking to you already. I'm telling you! Make-up sex!' Ash offered nothing more than a grin as he made his way to the door.
'See you later, Greta,' said Anabel, as she made her way out of the dojo.
'See ya, Anny! See ya, Ashie! Have fun tonight! Wash your sheets!'
I'm not sure if she's failing to be subtle, thought Ash, or she isn't even trying. He looked across at Anabel. For the first time in days, she was laughing. Ash began to laugh too.
'Come on,' she said, half-giggling, 'let's get out of here before we bust a rib.' She took Ash by the arm and gave one last wave to Greta.
'Someone's happy,' said Ash, smiling. Anabel smiled back.
'I can't help it; her energy is just too catchy.'
'DON'T FORGET TO USE CONDOMS!' Before melting into hysterics, the couple managed to glimpse Greta, megaphone to mouth, standing atop the dojo.
Nope. She wasn't even trying.
Two Days Later
'I don't believe this.'
'Quit whining, we're lucky we got through customs.' Ash stared longingly at his "Gotta Barb 'em All!" barbeque set being dragged off by airport-quarantine officers. Anabel simply shook her head. 'I told you that Unova are very picky when it comes to customs. They can't let anything foreign come in.'
'Except for the people.'
'That's tourism,' said Anabel, with a roll of her eyes, 'that's different. Come on, let's go.' They picked up their luggage and set off through the terminal.
'HALT!'
They both groaned.
'What did I do now?' mumbled Ash. They turned around to see a security officer running towards them. To their surprise, he approached Anabel.
'Ma'am…?'
Anabel blinked.
'Yes?'
'I am going to have to ask you to zip up that jacket or wear a different article of clothing.' The lilac-haired girl glanced at her open jacket and singlet-top.
'What's wrong with what I am wearing?' The officer tipped his hat.
'Indecent exposure.'
Anabel's eyes almost exploded out of her head. After shooting Ash a look so fierce his laughter shrivelled up on the spot, she spoke to the officer.
'To whom?' she asked pleasantly, venomously. The officer glanced over to an elderly couple that had been staring the younger couple down for the last ten minutes. Anabel's left eye twitched.
'They have made their point to the pilot, and will have you removed from the flight if you do not cover up.'
Ash folded his arms.
'You can't honestly abide by this.' The officer shook his head.
'I am sorry sir, but at UnoFlights, it is our duty to make sure our passengers are as comfortable as possible.'
'But you're making her uncomfortable by-'
'It's okay, Ash,' interrupted Anabel by a zip of her jacket. 'It's fine now, see? Let's just go.' She walked off. Ash shot the elderly couple a glare before picking up his things and following after her.
'Anabel, wait!' She did not, and stormed off to the ladies room.
Ash stood outside the toilets, against the wall, for a little over ten minutes. Eventually, Anabel emerged, red-faced.
She's been crying.
'S-sorry,' she murmured, trying to pick up her luggage, and failing. Ash walked up to her and held her in a warm embrace. She hugged him back, tightly.
'I-it's not fair. I spend s-so long covering m-myself up, and all I get is people telling me to keep covering up. I-I just…I mean…'
'Shh, shh,' cooed Ash, stroking her soft hair, 'it's okay. There will always be people telling you to cover up. You just have to ignore them and keep being you.'
'B-but, b-but…'
'Don't worry, I will be here. Always. I will protect you no matter what.' Anabel looked up at him with shimmering, lilac eyes.
'I-I know.' She kissed him. 'I know.' Ash smiled.
'Alright. We better not miss the flight.' Anabel wiped her face and nodded.
Eight Hours Until Destination
'You may now move freely around the plane. Our crew will be around shortly with refreshments. We hope you enjoy your trip with UnoFlights.'
The seatbelt light turned off with a 'ding.'
Ash groaned.
'Good. Now I can take that piss.' Anabel slapped him.
'Gross.' Ash didn't bother replying as he was already out of his seat and half-way down the plane. Anabel sighed and sunk back into her seat. She was in the middle; Ash was on the aisle and… She looked across at the boy who was positively green, and grimaced.
I wonder if it's his first flight. Not wanting to be rude, she smiled at the boy before turning away. Speaking of rude, the elderly man and woman were nowhere in sight and Anabel couldn't have been happier.
'Good, I can take this jacket off now. It's boiling!' Anabel freed herself from its sweaty confines and stuffed it under the chair. She looked down.
Oops. Let's not flash people, shall we?
As she was fixing her bra and singlet top, she caught a glimpse of purple in the corner of her eye. She realised, to her horror, that it was the boy; his hand grasping his mouth tightly.
Uh oh.
'Ah! Much better,' sighed Ash, zipping up his trousers and pressing the 'flush' button. He squished his way to the sink and started to wash his hands.
'Passengers,' blurted the intercom, 'please return to your seats. We will be experiencing some turbulence.' Ash dried his hands.
'Better move.'
Suddenly, the plane lurched heavily and threw the raven-haired boy around the cubicle like a shirt in a dryer. He fell leg first into the toilet and watched in slow-motion as his hand slammed onto the flush button.
Uh oh.
A low whistling sound echoed throughout the plane, earning a few concerned looks from other passengers. Anabel, on the other hand, wasn't even aware of the possibly concerning sound. She was too concerned with:
'Where is the bloody air-sickness bag?' Anabel had scoured the depths of her and Ash's seats with little luck. She looked over at the boy. The turbulence had changed his face from a light-purple, to almost a sea-blue. Anabel panicked and began to demolish the boy's side of the seat.
I have to get an air-sickness bag, no matter what the cost!
She saw her holy grail. A drawer labelled: 'Air-Sickness Bags.'
Yes!
She yanked open the drawer. Empty.
Oh you have got to be-
The noise was incredible, like a turbine-powered megaphone. Ash could barely think over the cacophony as he struggled to pull his leg out of the vacuum flush.
He heard a tear and looked over his shoulder. His trouser leg was coming off at his hip; he had to act fast. Ash reached over and tried to dislodge his foot, but it was impossible without jamming his fingers.
How could this get any worse?
There was tap on the cubicle door.
Oh you have got to be-
A loud gurgling sound snapped her out of her frenzy. She looked up wide-eyed and saw, to her horror, the boy starting to sweat and shake. Her terror increased as she saw the contents of his stomach make his throat bulge and rise up towards his mouth.
What happened next was done without any thought on Anabel's behalf.
She snagged her unzipped jacket, stuffed the hood into the open space and zipped it up over the folded hood. She jammed the jacket-bag over the boy-geyser's face and braced for impact.
It was a ride. A giant, wet, smelly ride. And it never seemed to end.
Anabel wasn't sure where she was, but she sure as hell wasn't moving.
Ash was frantic.
There shouldn't even be anyone up and about during turbulence!
He clamped onto the sink and pulled with all his might.
It's now or never!
It wasn't enough. He pushed his free leg into the side of the bowl and heaved with everything he had.
It was brilliant. The sound could have been compared to tearing up wet bed sheets or ripping plywood off of a wall. Ash hit the ground face-first.
The noise ceased. He was free. He laughed, a lot. He even washed his hands again he was that jubilant.
He opened the door and froze.
'Oh! How dare you!' The indecent-exposure woman stood there, hands clamped over her mouth. Ash looked down.
He was missing an entire trouser leg. He looked back at the elderly woman, grinning like an idiot.
Anabel sat there, bolt-upright, eyes wide, hair frazzled in all directions, staring at the seat in front of her; she looked like she had escaped from a mental hospital. She was trying not to think of the lumpy ocean that was seeping onto her wrist. The jacket-bag, held like a garbage bag in her outstretched arm, swayed nonchalantly with the plane.
She didn't dare look at the wall that had been painted by the last bout of turbulence.
The boy had collapsed and was lying still in his seat, the remnants of his eruption dripping down his chin.
A loud, piercing sound flew around the plane. Anabel didn't even bother acknowledging it. She did acknowledge, however, the slow footsteps approaching the seat.
Something plonked down next to her; she looked without turning her head.
It was her boyfriend; hair frazzled, a deep-red print carved into his face. She glanced down, and sniffed at the lack of a trouser leg.
Both, with their bodies' rock-solid, turned their heads toward the other. They stared. They stared for a long time.
…
'What happened to you?'
Three Hours Until Destination
Several meals, change of clothes, sick-bag resupplies, films and naps later, Ash was bored out of his mind. He played with his seat adjuster until he heard an annoyed grunt from the rear, so that was out.
He looked over at Anabel's peaceful form. It was hard to believe she was in such disarray a couple of hours ago. Her chest was rising and falling slowly; asleep.
'Passengers, please return to your seats. We will be experiencing some turbulence.' Ash sighed and buckled up. He looked across and saw that Anabel was strapped in, but not the boy. He leaned over across the sleeping girl and began to fumble with the unconscious boy's belt.
Suddenly, the plane lurched upwards and Ash almost lost his placing. It was then that inspiration hit him.
Literally.
Two Hours Until Destination
The boy stirred and opened his eyes woozily. The whole world was spinning and he couldn't stand the horrible taste in his mouth.
The plane lurched and so did the boy's stomach. He held a hand to his mouth.
'Damnit!'
He also held a hand to his ear. He glanced sideways and saw an older boy staring intently at the lilac-haired lady. In particular, her…
The boy's eyes widened. Those were biggest boobs he had ever seen! Granted, he hadn't seen many this close up, but still.
He opened his mouth to speak, but saw the older boy offer him a plastic cup. Confused, he took the cup, and joined the older man in staring at the woman's breasts. It was then he noticed the peanut nestled in her cleavage.
All of a sudden, the plane lurched and with it, the lady's bust. The peanut was catapulted into the air and landed soundly in the boy's cup.
'Yes!'
He looked back at the older boy; he was giving him the thumbs up and indicating that the peanut should be placed back where it was.
The boy nodded and placed the peanut back into the woman's cleavage.
Let the games begin.
One Hour Until Destination
Laughter. It was everywhere. Anabel felt a lot of movement from either side and she tried desperately to wake up quickly. The plane lurched; the laughter increased.
Suddenly, something hit her on the top of her head. Her eyes flew open.
She was first drawn to the thing on top of her head. She picked it up like it was an insect.
It was a sweet of some description; an N&N.
That was when she saw them.
The hundreds upon thousands of assorted sweets, nuts, condiment packets and cups all crammed into her singlet top and cleavage. Anabel stared; it was all she could do before her eyes burned into slits and blazed themselves at the cowering male next to her.
Or lack thereof; she had heard the bathroom door snap shut. She turned her head sharply at the boy by the window.
Oh look. He's 'asleep.'
Anabel glanced down and spied a "Cinnabar Volcano Hot-Sauce" packet poking out from her right breast.
Not for much longer.
Fifty-Five Minutes Until Destination
All was silent in the aeroplane toilet. Ash held his breath.
It's quiet. Too quiet.
He reached out for the handle, but slapped himself.
No. You know she's out there. Waiting.
Normally, the prospect of having Anabel waiting anxiously would have been all-too appealing to Ash. However, these were hardly the correct circumstances.
It's not like she'll be out there the whole time. I can last, no sweat.
Forty-Five Minutes Until Destination
I gotta get out of here!
Unfortunately, and completely unknown to Ash, his acute claustrophobia started to crack its knuckles and bare its fangs.
He fumbled with the door handle and let himself out.
Only to be pushed straight back in.
Damnit, she was out there the whole time.
'So,' she growled, kicking the door shut and locking it, 'you like my breasts, huh?' Ash began to sweat.
'Uh, no, um, yes, uh, possibly, well, y'see…' Anabel grasped his head.
'Well, have as much of them as you like!'
Anabel wrenched Ash's head into her cleavage and pinned him against the wall. She started to move rhythmically to Ash's struggles, keeping his head firmly in place.
After a while, they both slowed down into a consistent rhythm.
'So, how do you feel?' Anabel sighed.
'Warm.' She chuckled at his response and slowly led him onto the floor, still keeping his head in her breasts.
She lay on top of him and moved, sensually and rhythmically, against his body. She felt his arms move up her, tracing her outline. Eventually, they settled on and began to massage her butt, earning a slight moan in response.
Anabel's groans and coos lasted for several minutes, and then Ash brought out his tongue. She let a loud moan escape her mouth, realising Ash had undone her bra without her knowledge.
His tongue circled and played with her right nipple, slowly but surely making it grow erect. Anabel bit her lip to stop herself from groaning too loudly. She felt him move on to the left and found herself pushing her chest out, forcing more of her bust into his mouth.
For several minutes, they lay there, with Anabel rolling her head back and forth as she let the pleasure take over her.
Then, Ash bit down.
Anabel moaned, loud and long as she felt the pleasure course throughout her body. She reached back to slide her pants down her legs when:
'Passengers, please return to your seats. We will be descending shortly.'
Anabel snapped back into reality.
Oh shit. How loud was I?
She pulled herself away, albeit disappointingly, from Ash and began to do up her bra.
'Come on, we have to get back.' Ash looked glumly at her.
'Do we have to?' Anabel adjusted her hair and singlet top before helping Ash up.
'Yes.' Then she whispered: 'Don't think we're done here.' Satisfied with her answer, Ash grinned and unlocked the door.
'After you.'
Five Minutes Until Destination
Both Anabel and Ash gripped their respective seats tightly. Anabel turned to her boyfriend.
'We're nearly there, Ash. We're nearly there!' Ash laughed.
'Yep. It'll be good to see everyone again. I wonder how much it has changed.'
'Hopefully, not too much; you'll be the guide, after all.' He turned to her.
'But you've been there before.' She sighed before answering.
'Well, I didn't get to see much.' Ash thought about this and nodded.
'Yeah. Sorry, I forgot.'
'That's okay. Just forget about it.' She turned to the boy by the window. 'What about you? Excited?'
Silence.
She leaned over and whispered to Ash:
'Geez, talk about holding a grudge.'
Ash rolled his eyes.
Hypocrite.
Here we are! Finally! Sorry for the wait, but this will be the last update until the English release of Black2 and White2 so...yeah. Hope it was fun to read, so please, R&R! All criticism is welcome :)