Scene 3 – Complaining Things Out

I've done it now. I have angered possibly one of the most dangerous pokemon I ever met. And I'm locked in the same room as him. Him being the really angry Charizard right in front of me.

Before that agitated lizard could say something, I spoke up.

"Okay, yeah, I know, all right? What's the big deal? It's not like I blabbed about it to anyone."

"That's exactly it. Why didn't you? Anyone else would."

"Because anyone else would be an idiot! I'm not an idiot!"

"Humph. Could have fooled me."

My fur was even more ruffled than usual. Ricardo's really good at getting on others' nerves.

"If you are done insulting me, then I'm gonna get back to the set. You oughta do the same."

But when I reached for the locked door, an orange claw grabbed my black paw. Then I was turned around and crushed against the door. I looked up to see a menacing-looking face on Ricardo. Uh-oh. Seriously uh-oh.

"Yeah, before we do that, I need to get one thing clear to your tiny, little brain under all this fluffy fur."

"And what would that be, flames for brains?"

"If you tell anyone, I'm gonna become your worst nightmare."

"Pfft. Good luck with that. I've had some pretty bad nightmares. So bad I don't think they can be topped."

Ricardo looked surprised, but only for a second. His agitated face once again took over. Even though Ricardo was not amused, he let me unlock the door and leave the second time I tried.

I thought I wouldn't have anything more to do with that horrible lizard but I was wrong. Dead wrong. So wrong I wish I was actually dead.

It was when we were about half-done with the second episode. Ricardo, ever since that time in the room, has spent more time looking at me and less time talking to me. As annoying as the glaring got, I preferred it that way. Ricardo would have to leave in 4 ½ weeks, anyways, when the TV show we're working on right now is over.

I was getting ready to suck another cock when it happened. I was with a Heracross this time. We were trying to find someplace private when, all of a sudden, I was yanked at my arm. I saw Ricardo was the one who did that. The one still clutching my arm. And Heracross noticed I was leaving.

"Zo-Zorah?! Where are you going?!" Heracross started to question.

Ricardo turned his head and smiled sickeningly sweet at him.

"So sorry about that, friend. I just need her for a moment, if you don't mind."

"N-no! Not at all!"

I did not and could not protest. If I do, I'll seem like the bad girl. The last thing I need is people giving me a god-damn hard time.

We kept walking until we came across the room from last time. I was pushed in and Ricardo locked the door. I got up and brushed myself off.

"I see you're happy and jolly today."

"Quit it with the sarcasm, you walking hairball."

"I can't. Especially if I got your chubby face as my material."

Ricardo audibly scowled at that. Then he walked over to something covered by a blanket. He yanked it off and I almost fell down to my knees. It was a mini tub's worth of fruits. I've gotten some pretty big amounts of food in my time being Bob's pokemon but that is the biggest ever. If I'm thinking right, Ricardo's gonna give it to me for something in return.

"You'll suck me off for this, won't you?"

I was right. I got myself together. "Why the hell are you so interested in my mouth? You can get any other girl to do it."

"Guys around the studio say you give the best blowjobs. I deserve the best."

"Might I need to tell you that you didn't insist on this so much the last time you took me here?"

"That was when I didn't know you were giving yourself away for food! Now I got some for you!"

"Even if you give so much food that I'll never go hungry ever again, there is no shittin' way I'm giving you a blowjob! I got standards!"

"And what those standards be?! Whores can't afford to have a lot of standards!"

"Well, first off, NO ASSHOLES!"

I grabbed a leftover prop wall and smashed Ricardo's head through it. He's a pokemon so his skull is denser than a human's. Ricardo was, at most, dazed, but still fine. I was unlocking the door while he was out of it but Ricardo was longer dazed when an orange claw had, once again, stopped me.

"You are honestly the first one in my entire life up to date to smash my head through a fake wall. Do you want to get hurt?"

"Actually, I wanted to leave. You can't blame me whatsoever. You behave like an asshole. Especially when no one's around. Hip-hip-hooray for you."

"Can I help being the way I am if everyone's a fuckin' idiot! I even feel this way about my own trainer sometimes! And she's the closet to a friend I got!"

"What about whoever you were complaining to on a video phone that time I got a boom mike? You were not hiding anything that time."

"He's just my verbal punching bag. I'm his, too."

"Then go beat the crap out of him with words. I have no intention in being a stress reliever of any kind for you."

"Oh, I think you will."

"And what makes you so sure, stubby legs?"

"Because I'll keep any male from spreading apart your legs."

I was speechless and furious for a moment, even more so when I see that smug look on his face. Finally, I got myself together.

"YOU BASTARD! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN BOTHER?!"

I elbowed Ricardo on his shoulder as hard as I could, opened the door, and left.

I wasn't so sure about Ricardo when he said no male will ever get close to me again, though I'm upset that he thinks I'm slutting myself for things. I know I am, but only to a certain degree. It's not complete sex, either. I do what I do for the things I need, anyways. Bob is so as hell not gonna feed me himself anytime soon. Or ever.

Little did I know, Ricardo was going to be the one who feeds me. Some things I'd prefer not to be my mouth, too.

Soon after that second time I was dragged away by Ricardo somewhere, I found that none of the regular males I've been with won't have anything to do with me anymore. I pretty much lost all of my regulars and it's been harder than impossible to get any new guys. They all have been either scared or sad when they make excuses to not go with me.

I was getting irritated. At the beginning of the 3rd week of shooting, I already had enough. Yeah, I'd like to stop sucking cocks as much as the next uptight girl, but I need to do it to get things I need, god dammit. Even if Ricardo is going to leave, I can't let this continue. It's gonna turn into a serious problem.

This time, when everyone took five, I dragged Ricardo to someplace private.

"Before you say anything," I said before he could, "it's urgently important. We need to talk things out."

"As bold as ever, I see," Ricardo replied. I could just feel that smugness in his tone.

I was trying to find a place for us to talk in private until Ricardo started dragging me around again. It was the exact same place as the first 2 times, too. I noticed the door was marked 'storage'. Well, that explains the fake wall I smashed Ricardo's head through last time. Now that I look around me, there's all kinds of extra stuff and other such things for a film set. I guess I just haven't noticed where I was before. In my defense, a certain dick has been occupying my mind whenever I was here and it's one I do not like at all.

"Listen here, smokebreath," I started, "you are responsible for all the guys refusing me at every invite and you're wasting your efforts. I won't suck you regardless of what happens and I know it's you cause you said last time you'd make sure I never get with another male again. That means it would be useless to play dumb. Not that you ever played dumb before."

"Oh? And why would I be wasting my efforts? I'm accomplishing exactly what I intended to do, correct?"

"You intended to chase away all the males from me so I'll have no choice but to suck you off for food, right? I'm telling you right now, quit it. Even when things are a total shitstorm for me, I'm not gonna give in. I will get though life no matter what obstacles are in the way!"

There was silence for a while. Ricardo had this face on. There didn't seem to be any emotion on it. We just stood, staring at one another. I was getting irritated. So I tried to leave.

"If you're not gonna reply, then I don't wanna waste any more of my time with you. All I can hope for is that I got the message through the dense head of yours."

I got to the door without any problems. Then I noticed Ricardo locked the door when I didn't notice it. Damn, he's always locking doors. Why the fuckin' hell does he like locked doors so much for, anyways?

"Must be nice…"

"Um?" I asked.

"Must be nice to be the way you are. I had fun being the exact same way. Then I had to be 'well-behaved' and 'gentle' and all that shit."

"Is your situation really that bad? Sounds like you wouldn't give a damn about what others would think of you."

"Yeah, I don't. Long story."

I hesitated a little bit. As much as I don't want anything more to do with Ricardo than I already have, maybe I would have something for a benefit if I stay and listen. Maybe I'll be able to get food again. I actually had to steal during the no-sucking days. And I only do that when I'm desperate.

In the end, I turned around to face Ricardo and leaned my back on the door.

"Well, Ricardo, I'm honestly hoping this is going to work things out in my favor. But even if it's not, you wanna spill? That's the reason why you have a verbal punching bag, isn't it?"

"You want to listen to my problems for something in return? That sounds like a low I might get into."

"Can you blame me, dude? I haven't been able to get food properly these days. I might get desperate enough to steal. If listening to you can help me out with that, then I'll listen."

"And if I give you nothing?"

"Then so be it. I still want to listen all the same. Unlike you, I can give a damn about others. Up to you whether or not you wanna tell me."

"For nothing in return?"

"I don't have a lot to lose. So why not?"

And so he did. Ricardo just told me about his day. You know, like how a kid might answer honesty when their mother asks them about their day instead of just saying 'fine' no matter how crappy it actually was.

"… and you know that miltank? She is a clingly airbrain."

"What'd she'd do this time? Other than being clingy?"

"Usually, whores wrap a guy's entire arm and, at most, chin their shoulders. Even strut out their bodies a little bit. No! That miltank had to wrap as far as their chubby, stubby, little arms could go around me. And if that wasn't enough, she was friggin' grinding herself against me!"

At that, I turned around and covered my maw. I knew I had to resist laughter. But it's just so funny, imaging the chubby cow doing such a thing and Ricardo having to deal with such a situation.

"Why in the friggin' hell do you have your back turned?" Ricardo sounded annoyed.

"No… rea… son," I try to say normally without letting out even a chuckle or giggle.

I'm aware it didn't sound very convincing but Ricardo didn't immediately retort to that. In fact, it was a little while before he finally said something.

"You really pay attention to what I say, don't you?"

"Um?" I asked, turning around to face him this time. "What'd you mean by that?"

"I don't remember even pokemon, those who can speak the same language as me, pay so much attention to things I say."

I was a little surprised by what he said. I may be a verbal punching bag for him right now but I was still surprised by that.

"Oh, well, I don't see the point in talking to or asking someone about something if you're not gonna listen. Sure, it feels good to talk and be listened to but sometimes, though, since we all like being listened to, we gotta do our fair share of listening."

"I see."

Now awkward silence commences. It wasn't until much, much, much later the silence was, at last, broken.

"Are you absolutely, undeniably sure you won't suck my cock?"

"No, I will not." I get really annoyed whenever he asks that. I think I expressed that in my tone of voice and at the last word.

Awkward silence again. Actually, I think the more correct word to describe this would be 'uncomfortable'. Ricardo, during both of those silences, was looking at me while seeming to be deep in thought and stuff.

Then we heard noise coming through the door I was leaning against the whole time I spent listening to Ricardo. They were shouts calling for the fire-type in question.

"Damn, we must've talked past five," I said.

"RICARDO, YOU JUMBO LIZARD! WHERE ARE YOU! WE GOT SCENES TO STAR IN!"

"Way past five," Ricardo agreed. "That was Star, my trainer."

"She sounds pissed."

"No, just irritated. You should see her when she does get angry."

"Lovely." I move aside and gestured to the door. "You wanna leave first or wait for a little bit after I do?"

"You stay here for a few minutes. Unlike you, I'm in deep shit for every mistake I do."

"Yes, my bitchy lord. Your public awaits."

"I would like it if you called me 'master'."

"LIKE I WOULD, YOU DAMN BASTARD!" I kind of lost it there.

"EEEEHHH?! Zorah, is that you in there?" Multiple girls asked at once.

"Heh, heh. Good luck with them," Ricardo said. Then he left the room.

"Bastard," I murmured to myself.

I was worried about those psycho females but it was no problem in the end. I do remember having my awesome abilities that may have something to do with illusions. I managed to disguise myself as a can of red paint.

Thank Arceus I put a lid on myself because those girls were just tossing everything everywhere. I think turning the room upside down isn't a mere expression with them. Once I was sure, without a doubt whatsoever, that they left the room, I turned back into myself.

That wasn't the end of what just happened, though. Ricardo stopped dragging me to that storage room but he does take me to the same storage room whenever he wants to complain.

Ricardo occasionally upsets me every once a while, insisting I have to give him a blowjob. I also get upset at how Ricardo seems to regard everyone like trash. Actually, less than trash.

I think our relationship is fine, though. I'm just a listening buddy for the guy. Even with the way Ricardo is, he can be pretty decent. So that wouldn't mean I would get further dragged into trouble, right?

Wrong. So very wrong. So wrong I wish 'dead' in dead wrong was literal. I was even more wrong than the last time I said something similar to this.

I was shown exactly how wrong I was when we started our fourth week of shooting.