Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Naughty Kitty Theaters ❯ Ep. 11. A 'Dark Mystery'? In-deed! ( Chapter 13 )

Ep 11. A `Dark Mystery?' In-deed!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Pokemon. Tajiri Satoshi, Gamefreaks Inc. & Nintendo do. This lemon fic for the free use of adult entertainment.

 

Warning: beast. Viewer discretion is advised.

Note: The title of the episode is not a racist joke! This episode is dedicated to a viewer, who goes by this alias. I may not be a good role model citizen, but I do have respect to all human beings. Regardless of sex, ethnicity & intelligence, I treat everyone with equal respect.

 

Thank you

 

 

 

 

 

 

Their times are fully over…..it's Mewtwo & Clair.

 

Clair: Yep, the season is about to end. I'm your hosts Clair. Blah blah-blah, Mewtwo. Blah blah-blah scum fucker.

 

I must say: the tension is killing me! I'm just one day away from being fired here!

 

Mewtwo: ~And so the big news is out. Way to go Clair, way to go.

 

Yes, as of midnight on April 21, both Clair & I are officially gone from NKT. No more sex acts with her anymore.~

 

Clair: Oh Mewtwo, how I'll miss your negative attitude towards life. Why all the hate?

 

Mewtwo: ~It's called an opinion. You shouldn't know: you have none whatsoever. Here's Roxanne & Steven Stone in, `What are fuck buddies for.' Roll it! [Fic starts.]~

 

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(Rustboro City)

 

Roxanne woke up, and stretched, warm and cozy, a smile flitting across her face. In her dream, the hunky silvered haired stud that is Steven Stone took long, languorous laps with his tongue across her sensitive nipples. As consciousness slowly broke over her, she touched her breasts and found that indeed, her nipples were hard.

 

`I'm so horny, I wonder what my special fuck buddy is doing today?'

Still basking in the afterglow of her dream, she let her fingers wander between her legs.

 

Damp.

 

`Oh yeah,' she thought.

 

She imagined him licking her, burying his tongue in the soft folds of her labia, peeling aside her lips to eat her cunt. Her fingers found her clit, a turgid little bullet of pleasure. She rubbed herself as she pictured him sucking her. She wanted to come and between pulling on her nipples, fingering her wet pussy, and the visions of Steven, with his head between her legs, she soon did.

And though the orgasm felt great, she knew that today, it wasn't enough. She wanted him. This fantasy had to be lived out. She looked over at the clock on her bedside table.

 

8:17.

 

`Would he be awake? Fuck him,' she thought. I'll give him a reason to get up. She picked up the phone and punched his number. She listened to the rings, and counted them off silently. `Three. If it goes past four, I'll get the machine. Four.'

"Hello?" came a groggy voice through the ear piece.

"It's me," Roxanne said. "Whatcha up to?"

"Sleeping," he grumbled. “What time is it?"

"Time for you to get up," she teased. "If I have anything to do with it."

Still half asleep, Steven didn't understand her joke. "But it's Sunday, isn't it?"

"I'll be over in an hour. Go have a shower."

"What's up?" he continued.

"You'd better be," she laughed. "If not, I'll have to take matters into my own hands." She hung up the phone, and hopped out of bed.

 

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Strutting through the rooms of her house after enjoying a well relaxing shower, the fuckish brunette toweled off and thought about what to wear. Jeans, of course, but what top? Bra or no? Slipping a pair of pink cotton panties over her hips, she adjusted the fabric so that it was taunt against her pussy. It felt good. Leaning over her sock drawer, her hair rained across her breasts, caressing them. She knew she'd have the same sensation when she'll lean over her stud's cock to suck him, and again she felt the dampness in her crotch. She pulled on some socks, then her jeans, finally a nice pair of boots to match the ensemble, and put her hands on her hips while she decided on a top.

No bra today. Keep it simple. Just a plain white shirt--a 'wife beater'--to go under a sleeveless denim vest. Classic. She smoothed the thin ribbed fabric over her breasts and admired the impression her pierced nipples made against the cloth. "You, are one hot slut," she said out loud, admiring herself in the mirror. She took a last look, grabbed her keys and strode out the door… towards where her playmate resides….

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Twenty nine old Steven Stone had gotten out of bed. Donning on a robe, and without doing the sash went back to the kitchen & fixed himself a cup of coffee. As the previous night's cobwebs were lifted, he realized what Roxie's wake up call meant.

 

She was horny, and he was going to be the beneficiary.

 

As he went for a second cup of coffee, he heard the front door being opened up. Yep, She' s here & ready to go. By the time Roxanne walked to kitchen walkway, he was taken back by how hot she looked right now.

"Hi," he said, "I..."

"Shhsh, don't say anything, just fuck me," she said, closing the door behind her.

He pulled her to him, and kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth. Her hands stroked his powerful chest, lingering in his nipples. Sliding lower over his taunt belly, she felt his stiffening cock press against the crotch of her jeans, and she ground her pelvis against it. He slid Roxanne's vest from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, gathered a fistful of hair, and pulled her head back, breaking their kiss.

"On you knees, bitch," he commanded. "Suck it."

Roxanne crouched before him, wrapping her fingers around his cock. She admired it's length and girth, and squeezed a drop of pre-come from the slit. Almost involuntarily, her tongue darted out to catch the salty liquid. She looked up at him, his eyes glazed over with lust. Though he had commanded her, she knew she had a powerful hold on him, and reveled in the paradox. He lips parted and she engulfed his hard-on with her hot wet mouth.

Steven held Roxanne's head gently as her rocked his hips slightly, thrusting into her face. She was a talented cum-lovin' cocksucker. No one could give such a slutty blowjob like Roxanne, he thought. His cock swelled even more as her tongue extended to lick at his heavy balls. Letting the rock hard rod slip from her lips, Roxanne sucked his scrotum into her mouth as she kept one hand wrapped around his shaft. Her other hand was now in her pants; she had undone the button of her jeans and eased down the zipper while she sucked him, and now her fingers slid around her wet pussy.

Roxanne released her grip, and reached around to grab his ass, his cock flopping against the side of her face. She looked up again, his eyes were locked on hers. She then let his balls slip from her mouth.

"Well, how does it feel, big boy?" she giggled.

"So fucking great," he responded. "No one can suck like you do, Roxanne."

Roxanne again took his cock into her mouth and then ran the index finger of her free hand between his ass cheeks. She was bringing herself to orgasm, and knew that when she felt his steamy sticky come splash down her throat, it would send her over the edge. She gathered a dribble of saliva that dripped from his ball-sack and swabbed his puckered opening, then slid her finger inside the tight hole. The steel master's reaction was immediate. He held her head tighter, and thrust his hips faster, plunging his cock deep into her mouth. His balls slapped against her chin and he felt his come rising. He closed his eyes and tossed his head back as her finger slid in and out of his ass. Roxanne's other hand continued to diddle her clit.

"I'm coming, babe. I'm going to fill your mouth with my spunk," he grunted. A low guttural moan escaped his lips as his ass muscles clenched and his cock. Shooting a jet of hot sticky jizz into her hungry mouth. As she'd anticipated, she came as well when she felt his semen hit the back of her throat. She swallowed the first eruption and sucked harder, coaxing his come into her mouth. A few more squirts, and he was done, and he relaxed his grip on her head.

"Damn, that was good," he panted.

She released his withering cock from her lips and he helped her to her feet. They kissed again and he could taste his come in her mouth. Sliding his hands down her sides, he found her undone jeans, and he let one hand slip inside her pants to caress her moist panties. "Your turn now," he said, disarmingly. "I'm going to eat you up."

He led her to a big couch and sat her down. Kneeling before her, he undid the clasps on her boots and slipped them off along with her socks. Stoking his hair as he worked, Roxanne's other hand casually, almost thoughtlessly, caressed her nipples through the fabric of her tank. His hands grabbed the open waistband of her jeans, and slid them down to the hips.

"Lift up," he ordered, and Roxanne raised her ass off the edge of the chair as the silvered haired man lowered her jeans past her hips and thighs, trailing his thumbs across the soft white flesh of her legs. He tossed the jeans to the side.

Reaching for her, he pulled the waistband of her panties down her sides, allowing the taunt fabric to show the outline of her labia clearly. Steven leaned in and sniffed first the heady aroma of her snapper. Then he lowered his head and began to lick her pussy through the sodden fabric. Roxanne pinched her pierced nipples as her fuck buddy pierced her pussy with his tongue, forcing the material between her lips.

"Yeah! Deeper, deeper you fuckin' bastard!" she moaned, looking down towards his bobbing head, feeling it spread her apart.

He stopped and looked up into her eyes. "You asked for it, bitch."

He went back to lapping at her cunt, tauntingly avoiding contact with her clit. With his elbows he pushed her knees far apart, resting them on the arms of the chair, and then, with powerful fingers, slipped the thing wet fabric to one side and bit down gently on her swollen, fleshy lips. Roxanne's back arched, then flexed, forcing her cunt to his mouth. Roxanne's fingers pealed her labia apart as he rolled his tongue and inserted it between her inner lips, fucking her hole with it in short, strident strokes. Roxanne moaned when his upper lip grazed her clit, and sensing this, Steven finally attacked it, laving it slowly with his tongue. She was now open to him, her pink slit totally exposed for his use. As he lashed her clit with repeated jabs of his tongue, his chin ground into her hairless twat, becoming coated in her juice.

He reached a hand up to fondle her breast, and found hers there, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt. Steven reached his other hand up to the neckline, ripping the cloth and exposing both breasts. She lunged her pelvis forward and began humping his face, but he hung on, sucking her hard distended clit between his lips as if it were a little cock. His hands roughly mauled her tits, pulling them, tweaking the nipples, fingering the bars that pierced them. She was now out of control, the orgasm deep within her cresting, about to break like a wave over them both. Her ass was barely on the chair when he moved lower, past her dripping opening and began to rim her ass-hole. Roxanne came and came again as he fucked her ass with his tongue, fucked her cunt with his nose, pulled her nipples with strong callused fingers. She screeched as she came, more than moans, less than screams, and though he didn't let up his assault on her ass, she slumped back, finished.

Steven pulled his face away; it was drenched. He rose on his knees, his cock once again hard, and he pressed himself on her. He let the length of his shaft glide though the slickness of her pussy, over her clit and toward her naval as he lowered his mouth to hers. Roxanne tasted her own juice on his face, and their mouths ate hungrily at each other.

"Fuck me," she gasped, "fill me."

That's all that he needed to know. He reached down and grabbed his hard cock in his right hand and stroked the tip against her clit. Roxanne loved the feeling.

Trailing lower, he found the velvet vice of her cunt and plunged in. Roxanne screamed this time, and orgasm overwhelming her on the first penetration. The steel master began a deep, steady rhythm, pounding into her dripping snatch. Grinding his pelvis against her clit. She came again. And again. With his hands on her shoulders, he lowered his mouth to her right nipple and sucked it between his lips. She moaned again and ran her fingernails up and down his spine and he moved to the other breast. Roxanne came again.

"You like it, don't you?" he hissed breathily in her ear.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"You want me to fuck your brains out, don't you?"

"Oh god, yes. Please fuck me!."

"Are you ready, baby?"

"Yes," she gasped, "please."

"'Please' what, baby?"

"Please fuck me hard."

Steven withdrew his finger and kneeled upright again, placing his cock at the opening of her sex. He lunged forward with force. She moaned as she felt herself being torn apart by his tool, inch by agonizing inch.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, "oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh my fucking-god, fuck..."

Once in to the hilt, Steven began to pump away. She was so tight, so wet. He knew he'd fill her up good with his cum, and the thought made him more aroused if that were possible. He fought back his urge to orgasm as he stroked in again. She was such a hot little cum slut, and he pumped in and out with an increasingly rapid rhythm.

Roxanne reached up and grabbed her ankles. She orgasmed again. He was taking her cunt as he'd taken her mouth. "Fill me," she panted, "Fill me up big boy."

With a loud groan, he plunged in one last time and exploded in her. He wanted to pull out and shoot his wad on her white cheeks, but he couldn't move. Spurt after spurt emptied into her love tunnel. He collapsed on her and felt her shudder beneath him. Roxanne had come again.

As his cock went limp, he eased it out of her. A dribble of his spunk oozed out of her ass and dropped onto the floor. Slowly, they regained their breath, their heart-rates returned to normal. He leaned up and kissed her.

"You are one sexy fucking bitch, y'know that."

"You're not so bad yourself, sweet thing. But I think I need another shower."

"Yeah, I burned a few calories myself."

"Let's go get wet," she teased. "It might be a long day."

"You want more?"

"I'm just getting warmed up, lover boy."

 

 

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Clair: Why do something so bland… when you can make your very own crazy pairing fic & let the world be shocked? That's the golden rule of creativity: alternatives.

 

Here's one that will boggled your mind. It's Misty & Gyarados in, “Splishy-splashy sea slut.” Dedicated to Dark Mystery, for pointing out what must be done to preserve the golden rule. Thanks. [Fic starts.]

 

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Each day after the fiasco that those damn three kung fu jack-offs, the new gym leader of Cerulean City: Misty would walk by the pool. Once in the morning and again in the evening on her way to and from her office. She had been working at her new posts for the past six months and enjoyed the perks that her job offered. So many interesting people, and so many interesting things to see and do.

Each day, she would stop and admire the grace and beauty of the water pokemon as they swam in their tank. On some days, these graceful beings would spontaneously display their mastery over the water in the form of playful leaps and rolls.

That is, all but one. Gyarados.

The big blue atrocious pokemon would always remain at a distance. Lounging on his side, intently watching the gym leader. At first, she paid little attention to the lone beast at the bottom of the pool. But day after day, he would be there. Separated from the others, waiting for her to pass on by. It was not until several weeks had gone by before she would finally notice him.

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It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and she had decided to go to work and finish a few tasks before the start of the busy week. Donning on her simple yellow shirt, orange suspenders, and her blue shorts with matching sneaker. Arriving at the gym earlier, she locked her bike and tested the service doors.

Locked.

"Good," she thought to herself. She would be alone today. Once inside, she could hear her pokemon friends trilling in anticipation of someone's arrival. Hoping that whoever it was, would take a little time to play and break up their boredom. She fumbled for the hallway lights, found them and switched them on. She locked the door behind her and headed down the hallway toward her office. As always, she took the trouble to pass by the tank pool to say "hello" to her friends. Just to play with them for a few moments.

She took off her shoes and sat at the edge with her feet dangling in the salt water. Her aquatic pokemon friends were all trying to get her attention, longing for her touch and stroke. She would greet each in turn by name and speak gently to them. A Dewgong & Goldeen would rest their heads on each of her legs. For the longest time, she did not notice the Gyarados that always stayed separate from the group. But after satisfying the group that had gathered around her, she spotted him in the far corner. She had tried many times before to get him to come over and say hello, but he always choose not to get too close.

This day would be different.

 

As she watched, she noticed that he was ever so slowly easing his way away from her...never taking his eyes off of her. He moved in a strange way. Swimming on his side using a slow crawling like movement. She could not decide whether he was acting this way because he was injured, sick, or just plain afraid of her.

She coaxed him on, shooing away the others and gently calling him to the side of the pool. Splashing the top of the water with her hand.

The atrocious pokemon did not replied. This would be a challenge that the newly appointed gym leader won't lose to.

 

Slowly… cautiously she got closer.

 

Her fears over this type of pokemon were receding for a good while, hoping to establish a closer bond to all water pokemon. Even for one that are know to be truly atrocious & dangerous.

 

The gaps were narrowing. Smaller by the minute, Misty swam closer. The blue leviathan watched with more curiosity. This human had saved his life from certain harm.

 

“C'mon now, don't be shy.”

 

For the first time, Gyarados reacted unintentionally out of instinct by caressing his cheek to her. His touch surprised her. It was unlike the touch of the other pokemon. It was...strange. She stroked him softly, letting him relax and grow confident in her presence.

Eventually, he calmed and drifted along the side of the pool so she could stroke his long finely muscled body. He even grew so bold as to allow her to rub his hide. By this time, the other pokemon had had gone off to the deeper part of the pool & went on playing on their own. Only they remained within the shallow part. She studied him intently, trying to understand the strange nature of this creature. Trying to fathom the strange feeling that she had.

It was then that she noticed that he had slowly rolled over on his side, exposing the evidence of his overtures. Immediately, she realized what her feelings meant. At first it startled her. She had never considered this possible. And yet, there was the proof. For peeking through his genital slit was his deep pink, cock. One big mass of sensual love muscle, quivering, pulsating, and obviously...very ready.

It was at this point that she realized that she was aroused. Her heart beating fast and heavy, her skin tingling in anxious anticipation, her mouth long ago gone dry, and her crotch afire. Her mind raced. Why was she so titillated by this creature? What was it about his touch that so excited her? Could it be that her fear had unintentionally created a subliminal desire to be taken by this beast? She searched for answers, questioned her feelings. In the end, she would give in to the powerful forces that had taken over.

As she continued to stroke the supple skin of the blue leviathan, she soundlessly held a debate in her mind, and quickly came to a conclusion. First, she would have to get him into the shallow end of the pool. Would he come? She would have to try.

As Misty took some strokes back near the shallow end, he followed her, his tool just showing. She paused a moment, second thoughts racing through her mind. But just as quickly she reaffirmed her desire to experience the euphoria of joining with such a magnificent creature.

She reached around and removed her shirt and slipped it off, tossing it back to dry land. Now liberated, her firm developing breasts and erect nipples were free to fully feel the refreshing cool water. As Gyarados watched in anticipation, the red haired gym leader chucked off her shorts & suspenders, before offing her panties.

Without hesitation, the girl joined the blue beast. From this perspective, she was a little frightened by the size of this creature, and for an instant... second thoughts. But his calm movements reassured her of his gentleness. She swam close to him, rubbing his long body along hers. She stroked his side, feeling his body quiver at her feminine touch. He opened his mouth wide at the intense pleasure that the petting gave him.

 

Slowly, she slid her hand underneath his belly, along the underside in search of his genital slit. She could feel the folds of his skin form the opening of his love cavity, guiding her hand deeper into his private place. Her fingers cautiously probed the split until they met the tip of his pulsating cock, laying in wait just inside his body. She couldn't curled her finger around the tip. And to her astonishment, the tip of his penis curled around her arm! Like her hands, his cock displayed exquisite dexterity.

She slid her hand up and down the shaft, feeling it pulsate in anticipation of what was to happen. Guided by her soft hand, Gyarados soon slowly erected his tool. She barely held him tightly, and affectionately licked his body with her tongue, tasting the salt of his briny environment. He arched his body, pressing his against hers.

Deliberately, but carefully the atrocious pokemon rolled on to his side, exposing his extended penis. Shaped after his graceful body, this trembling staff of pleasure enchanted her. Tenderly, she stroked its' length, tickled the tip and massaged the base. Leisurely, she guided her tongue over the side of the big male toward his belly...his most sensitive erogenous zone.

As the pokemon gasped and shuddered, her tongue approached the first folds of his slit. She paused to lick the folds and ever so slowly eased her way toward the deeper recesses of the crack. Eventually encountering the protruding organ, she wrapped her tongue around it.

Gyarados had long since relinquished control of his body to the pleasurable creature, and was barely conscious of his environment. His rapture was evident by his gaping jaws, closed eyes, and quickened heartbeat.

Occasionally, his tail would slap the surface of the water in an unconscious reaction to the intense pleasure that the young girl bestowed on his most sensitive organ. The Misty was working her way up and down the long curved shaft of his dick with her tongue, stoking it's full length.

Eventually, she guided his tool into her mouth and started to suck. Her hand squeezing the base of the trembling shaft. Sliding her lips up and down the length of the rod, she could feel his body tense and relax with each orgasmic spasm created by the rhythmic sucking. At first, she gently suckled, but as the encounter progressed, she quickened her pace and sucked harder and harder, causing the blue leviathan to breath erratically. He had never experienced oral lovemaking before and was in a state of pure rhapsody.

Misty too was affected by this. It was a sensuous feeling that aroused her whole body to a new level of sexual awareness.

After several minutes of oral enjoyment, the pokemon felt himself ready to cum. Not being part of his plan, he withdrew his tool from the girl's mouth and back into his genital folds. This time, he turned on his side as he wriggled his way into the shallow water. Misty helped him move up beside her, stroking and admiring his fluid body, caressing his sensuous skin. She fondled his body by sliding her hands over its length.

The atrocious pokemon had other plans though, and after only a few moments, he erected his cock to it's full length. The red head was surprised at it's size. It was long...about 14 inches, somewhat knife shaped, and was a pretty shade of pink. She knew now what he had in mind, and obligingly positioned herself along side of him.

She grasped the erect penis and slowly eased her cunt over the top of it. It slid in easily. Carefully, she came down on him, positioning her body so she was comfortable. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, signaling that she was ready.

Gyarados started to probe the woman's vagina with his love making tool. It's flexibility giving him the ability to explore the cavity in fine detail. Their tight embrace providing the means for them to communicate their mutual pleasure as the beast probed her. He began searching for the precise locations that would trigger the most intense reactions. Each time he found a particularly sensitive spot she would squeeze him gently to signal her elation. Several minutes passed as he identified at least three places in the woman's love tunnel that caused her to react. Each time he touched one of these zones, her cunt would tighten and pulsate in the most exquisite way. Providing him with the powerful pleasure that he was seeking.

It was time to begin.

Seeing that she was now relaxed, Gyarados let his wang slide along her thighs up to her pussy again. He explored it gently with his tip for a few seconds, and then slowly entered. Misty closed her eyes and almost out of instinct, like it was a lover, she wrapped her arms around the beast. When he was fully inside of her, he started rapidly thrusting his penis into her.

 

At first, she nearly yelped in pain. But within seconds, her yelling turned into moaning. The atrocious pokemon went as fast as he could, enjoying every second of it. She was in heaven and forgot the world around her. He tried to keep it up as long as he could, not wanting to blow is his load after 10 seconds already. The beast she feared only minutes ago was now the best lover.

 

With his flexible cock, he would tickle each pleasure spot. Starting with her clit, he would rotate the tip of his sex organ around each spot. The stimulation caused her body to shudder at the potent feeling that he provided. He would then go on to the next spot and repeat the procedure, stimulating each zone in rotation. She was in absolute heaven, each time his genitalia would kiss a vaginal erotic zone she would whimper. At first quietly, but as his stimulations continued, her whimpers would become near screams.

Slowly and deliberately, he stimulated her, bring her to the edge of that abyss, allowing her to look over the brink but always bringing her back to safe ground. He knew that to go over the edge would signal the end of their orgasmic encounter. And he...like her, wanted to stretch out the pleasure to its absolute limits.

She had never experienced love making like this in her life. The flexibility of his cock gave her such extreme pleasure that her eyes rolled back deep in her head and her teeth chattered with each sub orgasm. She never wanted this to end. Gyarados was also experiencing the most satisfying fucking his life. She had wrapped her legs around his body, and each time that she approached the edge, she would squeeze. With her breasts fitting neatly on of his body, she could feel his blood working hard, each breath that he took, and the low grunting sounds of his moans. His body was like a living collection of jello. Each muscle quivering with the rapture of the coupling.

For what seemed like hours, they the danced on the brink, eventually forcing her to beg him to let her go over...but he refused. He continued stimulating her in such a way that she had entered a higher plain of sexual pleasure. Over and over again, he ticked each pubic zone, flexing his cock. His staying power was extraordinary.

Her screams were now reaching a crescendo. She had to climax or she felt that she would explode. He sensed this, and with some gusto, he pumped his load deep into her and allowed them to climax together.

The climax would last for nearly two minutes, with both creatures shrieking in their own way. The pokemon roaring...the girl crying at the top of her voice.

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Soaping wet, Misty showered in her personal bathroom at home. The day was almost over & so far, no problems arose. Nothing too mundane to dampen her sprirts. While scrubbing herself with a bottle of lavender soap & her luffa, she couldn't help played back the wonderful memory of what derived today. She couldn't wait for tomorrow to do it again….

 

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Mewtwo; ~Some of you might ask what fate this show will suffer. Here's the details.

 

One: There will be a new host to take over.

 

An OC. `Great. Original characters are sooo cool & much better than actual characters.' Sarcasm aside, our replacement has some big shoes to fill. Maybe even having an actual brain.

 

Two: Diamond/Pearl characters & pokemon will be included along with a whole new array of unusual pairings.

 

Three & the most important of all: a list of the names of characters from all the genre category (game, manga & anime) that will not be in the next season.~

 

Mewtwo

Clair

Domino

Ash

Max

Misty

Team Rocket (except Giovanni)

Brock

Nurse Joy

Officer Jenny

Tracy

Prof. Oak, Elm, Ivy, Birch & Rowan

Gary Oak

Bashou & Buson

Lance

Wes & Michael (coliseum & XD)

Gold, Silver & Crystal

Ritchie (Ash clone)

Aaron

 

 

Clair: Boooooooooo! That's no fair! Why are we banned?

 

Mewtwo: ~Simple really. The first chapter caused a lot of problems that led towards hopes of expectations that can't be done again. ~

 

Clair: Basically…what?

 

Mewtwo: ~It means people thought that every episode here, will have the same impact as the first. And since it was us that caused this, we're the first to go. ~

 

Clair: Ain't that a bitch!

 

To Be continued…