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A fusion fanfic between Pokemon and some elements of
Ranma
1/2
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Author's notes:
- Please note that in this story, Ash and Misty are 16
yr.
old, while Brock is 19 yr. old. Lime warning.
- Teaser for ch02 and picture link at the end.
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Pikachu - Girl Type
By Kahlil Noriega
Chapter 01: Girl Type
The night seemed colder than usual to Ash as he lay on
the
soft grass on the slope of a small hill that
overlooked the
valley of sorrows. It had been decided early on to
stay
clear of the valley and it's mystical pools as warned
by
the guide, but before they did; they had asked about a
cure.
It wasn't natural, the guide had told him. Pikachu, he
explained was supposed to have turned back into a
Pokemon
at the touch of hot water, but it didn't work. Brock
thought it might have been a forced evolution, akin to
what
a thunder stone would do to turn Pikachu into a
Raichu; but
only that the water turned her into a human instead
and
would not change her back. This place is weird and
that
they should all probably leave, Brock said; and Ash
had to
agree, even as he rebelled on going. And it didn't
help
comfort Ash to find the guide himself was surprised at
this
discovery, but what surprised Ash was when he
discovered
the guide had no knowledge of Pokemon at all. His
words
weren't comforting either. 'This Jusenkyou, magical
place
no?'
Magic...it felt strange to consider such a
possibility. If
Pikachu had evolved into another Pokemon, Ash would
have
been surprised, and might have been glad, and would
not
have thought anything was a miss; but Pikachu had
evolved
into a human... it was different, it wasn't natural;
and
he'd seen some pretty unnatural, amazing things, his
whole
life.
Ash looked up at the sky with a heavy heart, eyes
clear as
he saw something distant without really seeing. The
wind
caressed back bangs that had grown slightly longer in
his
younger years as his Pokemon league hat sat loosely
around
his head with his gloved hands tucked underneath.
Surprisingly, after all that has happened, he somehow
felt
calm...
Pikachu is a normal human girl now, and could only
turn
back into a Pokemon if I find a cure, Ash thought,
unrelieved as he rolled on his side. Would it be so
bad? To
have Pikachu in human form...
No! No, no, no, no! Pikachu can't be happy with a
curse
like this...
...
Can she? Ash half denied as his cheeks burned with a
blush
that would not go no matter how hard he tried to clear
his
thoughts. Pikachu was just so beautiful...
The valley was eerily quiet; and the wind,
disturbingly
still. Ash lay on his side as he began to remember...
Nails digging into his sleeves, with eyes forced shut
in
darkness...
Piiiika! Ash was talking to the guide when he heard
Pikachu
scream and watched in horror as it struggled in the
water,
head bobbing and paws slapping the surface of the
water.
Pikachu! Ash heard himself cry, as time slowed and
synched
with the beat of his heart. Ta-dum... Ta-dum...
Ta-dum...
He ran to save Pikachu. Ta-dum... Ta-dum... Pika! Ta-
dum...Ta-dum...Another volumeless cry...
Ta-dum...Ta-dum...
Its paw, the only thing visible vanishing underneath
the
surface of the water...
Ta-dum... Ta-dum...TA-dum...TA-Dum...TA-DUM...
Ash gaped as his nails dug into the soil where he
knelt
before the pool...
TA-DUM... TA-DUM...TA-DUM...
PIKACHU!
"Ahhhuh!?" Ash opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep;
and
the ground had been unyielding as his arms, neck and
torso
made its protests known. Wearily Ash took note of his
surroundings as it had fairly darkened, and the moon
was
already full in the night.
"Ash-chu?" He heard a soft voice call from over his
shoulder and behind his back as he rolled around to
face
his caller.
Pikachu stood not far from him, one hand leaning on
the
trunk of a tree, watching him. She was clothed simply,
slippers for her feet and dressed in a skirted
sleeveless
coverall that came just above her knees. It was low
cut,
plain, and buttoned on the front. Underneath, she wore
a
pale blue tank top she had also borrowed from Misty.
Her
hair was undone and fell around her like a veil as her
eyes
drank in the moonlight. She was smiling, which seemed
to
scream I found you!
Ash propped himself on his elbows and promptly closed
his
gaping mouth as Pikachu joined him on the grass.
Mesmerized
as Pikachu knelt and crawled on all fours towards him,
her
soft fine hair draping over slim shoulders as Ash
urged
himself _not_ to look down beyond her neck as their
faces
drew near. Eyes half lidded, Pikachu nudged him
briefly on
the cheek; her breath, warm on his neck as he felt a
small
shiver run down his spine as Pikachu caressed her
cheek on
his shoulder and gently pushed him down so as to rest
beside him.
Ash gaped, confused but not at all upset. Feeling her
so
close, Ash was surprised by what Pikachu was making
him
feel. Her warmth, her scent, he felt guilty feeling
this
way as Pikachu nestled in his arm.
He didn't know how long they had lain like this, and
didn't
particularly care at the moment as he slowly caressed
her
hair.
"We won the championship 3 years ago, and never been
defeated. Do you still remember that Pikachu?" Ash
said,
trying to get his mind away from where his body was
leading
him.
"Pikaa..."
"We've journeyed around the world ever since..."
"Pikachu..."
Ash continued to say sweet nothings as they 'talked',
with
Pikachu replying by saying her name just as sweetly.
Ash
could still not believe Pikachu was a normal human
girl,
and felt ashamed to think of her - it, in this way;
but to
hear her talk, he couldn't help it. Her voice sounded
so
cute!
She felt warm in the cold night, and smelled of the
forest
and of perfumed soap when Misty had bathed her near a
waterfall. He could still feel the ache on his cheek
where
Misty had 'slapped' him, well punched would have been
technically more correct as he touched the tender
bruise
Misty had left him when he had accidentally stumbled
upon
them.
Her scent and her voice were intoxicating, powerfully
so,
and Ash had to contend with how she made him feel. And
paused long enough in his daze, to sense that
something
didn't feel right.
She was shaking, Ash thought and knew suddenly why.
She's
afraid...
Ash held her closer and Pikachu returned it just as
fiercely, shaking in his arms.
"Pika-pi..."
"I know. I'm worried too. We'll find a cure for you
Pikachu..."
"Chuu..."
"We'll find a cure, I promise..."
"Chaa..." Pikachu replied wiping her tears on Ash's
chest
and holding him tighter to keep from shivering.
"I promise..." Ash affirmed and pulled her closer as
Pikachu settled down and closed her eyes.
I promise...
***
"Brock, I'm worried about Ash." Misty said from across
the
bonfire. They had agreed to set the camp early that
afternoon after they had set off away from the valley.
Ash was quiet the whole time and had entrusted Pikachu
under her care, much to her insistence, shortly after
they
had left the valley. Misty wasn't jealous; her jealous
over
that dumb idiot who still owed her a bike; at least,
that
was what she tried to convince herself. Misty sighed.
Ash
never seemed to notice her, not in the same way he did
for
Pikachu. It hurt and annoyed her to no end to see him
shower attention on Pikachu; every little thing, every
time
Pikachu stumbled he was always there by her side.
Misty had to practically push, well punched, Ash away
from
suffocating the poor girl with his attention; who knew
what
he might do left alone with a girl, even if said girl
was
really a Pokemon she reasoned. Brock of course was no
help,
he was almost as bad as Ash was...men are such pigs.
Misty fumed, but for entirely different reasons, deep
down
inside, she knew the reason why Ash acted the way he
did.
Ash cared for his Pokemon.
And it did little to ease her fears.
She had watched silently as Ash walked away from the
group,
a few hours ago to be alone when the camp was set and
the
meal was done. Pikachu had watched him go and only a
few
minutes ago had set off to find him, Misty wanted to
follow, but could not push herself to leave the
bonfire.
That damn idiot! Why must I worry over a jerk like
him!
Misty stomped on the ground in irritation and sighed,
and
felt miserable.
She glanced up to look at Brock and saw him deep in
thought
and sweating profusely, arms crossed across his broad
chest
as his forehead creased deeply in meditation.
"Brock did you even listen to me?" Misty asked, partly
irritated and concerned when Brock did not answer her
previous question.
"..."
"Hey Brock! Brock! Whaaa!" Misty backed away as Brock
suddenly stood up and suddenly shouted at the top of
his
lungs. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
"Can't take what anymore Brock..." Misty replied dryly
and
hazarded a guess, but deep down knew what was
coming...
Brock went into rant and monologue mode about it being
time
that he had a girlfriend, and that now was a good time
as
any. About Ash having girls smother him with affection
and
of Brocks jealousy at being left out of the action,
and
much to Misty's irritation as being implied as Ash's
girl,
which she didn't vehemently or quickly deny by the
way, but
to think Ash could be so dense! Misty just wanted to
scream
along with Brock in frustration.
"Don't you see, the gods have blessed me with an
opportunity of a lifetime! Now's my chance to finally
have
a girlfriend!" Brock said, background glistening with
a
roaring wave behind as he struck a pose as he dreamed
of
girls, girls and more girls...
"Brock, you're not implying what I think you're
implying..."
Brock only grinned as his eyes began to shine with
inner
fire as he dramatically pulled back his arm as he said
"Vulpix! I choose you!" and dug deep into his pack and
brought out a pokeball, ready to release it.
"Brock! Have you gone crazy!" Misty shouted as she
grabbed
for Brock's arm to stop him from following through
this
idiotic plan of his.
"Misty let go!"
"I can't let you go through with this idiotic plan of
yours
Brock!"
"Misty! Don't you understand! This is my only chance!
You
of all people should understand, since you don't have
a
boyfriend!"
Oops... Brock swallowed as he felt Misty's eyes took
on a
manic look as they briefly ceased their struggle as
Misty
glared up at Brock. He never knew what hit him.
KA-POW!
Misty was indignant as she glared down at the
twitching
form of Brock. Damn him, this is all Ash's fault!
She was about to pound some more sense into Brock when
she
gasped in horror as the pokeball opened and a
brilliant
beam of red released Vulpix on the ground. Brock
wasted no
time to pry loose from Misty's fingers as he dashed
towards
his Pokemon shouting...
"Vulpix, you'll be my girlfriend won't you?!"
Vulllllllll~pix Vulpix replied as a flamethrower
attack
engulfed Brock and he promptly collapsed on the
ground,
charred and very much covered in soot.
Misty could only groan and sigh as she took a leg and
dragged the hormonally challenged youth back into the
campfire. I'm surrounded by idiots! Misty thought as
she
grumbled and complained and propped Brock's charred
'remains' by an improvised log bench.
"Argh! We have no time for this! What are we going to
do
about Ash?" Misty said as she returned to her seat and
stirred the coals in the fire.
Brock now 'sober', rubbed his cheek as he sat up and
looked
sternly at Misty across the fire, hands clasped
underneath
his chin as he replied.
"There's nothing we can do, Pikachu is transformed
whether
we like it or not." Brock said and sighed, he didn't
like
it as much as Misty did. "The guide said as much.
There's
no cure. And the other option he suggested is
certainly out
of the question..."
Misty only nodded in understanding, no, that option
was
clearly out of the question. It was just too cruel.
Drowning another Pikachu to make a spring of drowned
Pikachu for Pikachu to bath in. Brock nodded with a
heavy
sigh "The only thing we can do is to help Pikachu
emotionally through all this until we find a real
cure.
Pikachu is going to have to adjust to being a human
for
now..."
"I just hope we find a cure soon..." Misty replied and
turned to look at the bonfire. Both for Ash and
Pikachu's
sake...
***
Somewhere in the woods...
"Jessie, I'm tired of digging..." James complained,
looking
up from the pit to where Jessie sat fiddling with a
small
black ball in her hands.
"Are you tired of living as well?" Jessie threatened
with
not much heat but only irritation in reply as she
looked up
from her task of setting an explosive to glare daggers
at
James in the pit to get him back to work. "This is a
fool
proof plan that I've cleverly concocted so that I--I
mean
we, can finally get my--I mean our hands on that
gorgeous--
meddling cutey--twerp--Pikachu once and for all."
Jessie
said and tossed James the explosive to set inside the
pit.
"Um Jessie, are you sure this wire goes with-" James
asked
pulling on the wires of the small black ball as he
inspected it.
"James! Don't touch that!" Jessie cried horrified as
predictably the small black ball began to glow and
with a
brilliant light followed by an explosion, sent James
hurling through LEO as the rest of Team Rocket
followed his
flight as James wailed at being sent skyward.
Somewhere a splash could be heard...
~ To be continued...
Preview: Chapter 02 - Girl Problems
"Jessie what are these?" James asked fondling himself
before reality struck home and he fondled himself some
more
to check before his tattered mind instructed his hand
to
grope something down below to make sure.
~Gone!~ His shocked mind said, eyes bulging as he
grasped
something else.
"James what is wrong with you?" Jessie asked stepping
closer to the distraught, now female, James. Before
she
reeled back in shock.
"James... is tha-that, what I think they are..."
Jessie
asked, sickeningly curious as she drew close to the
boy-
turned girl.
"I have breasts!" James cried to the sky in a too
kawaii
voice, her short blue hair partly covered her red
eyes.
Poking, then fondling, Jessie cupped James breasts,
fascinated that they were real, that she wasn't
dreaming,
and how firm and soft they felt as irritation and
curiosity
began to overwhelm the redhead. How can he have bigger
breasts than mine!
"Don't do that!" James wailed in a too kawaii voice,
practically sobbing as she sat on the ground.
"How can this be?" Jessie wondered as she looked down
at
the crying 'girl'.
"I don't know and I don't want them! You got to help
me
Jessie! I don't want to be a girl!" James said,
wailing I
don't want to be a girl several times afterwards
before
burying her face in her hands.
"For someone who dresses half the time in drag, that's
hard
to believe" Persian said from the sidelines, an amused
grin
on its mouth.
"Will you cut that out Meowth! Can't you see I'm in a
crisis here; I've just lost my manhood!"
"It's Persian!" Persian replied in irritation, "And as
for
your manhood, I thought you'd already lost it a long
time
ago!"
James only glared at the cat that only smirked in
reply.
"Can it you two!" Jessie shouted, still fondling the
blue
haired girl.
"Would you please stop doing that Jessie!" James said,
crimson from head to toe as he--well she began to feel
something...
"They're so soft and bouncy, I still can't believe
it."
Jessie said, mildly irritated. It wasn't fair! How
could
James's...breasts, be bigger than hers!
"Neither can I!" James replied and began to cry.
Making
kawaii noises as she wept.
"For someone who dresses half the time as a girl, you
sure
make a pretty good-looking girl..." Persian observed
from
the sidelines.
"Noooo! Please don't tease me! I am not a girl!"
[End of preview]
Picture: Onna-James,
http://www.geocities.com/soul_fate/temp/JamesGT.jpg
Author's notes:
Well that's it, sorry for the long wait on this
chapter. I
won't go into detail why it was late, just to say I've
been
busy with other stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed
reading
this chapter, and if you have any comments I'd like to
hear
them. Anyway chapter 2 won' be long in coming.
~ Kahlil Noriega
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