When Team Rocket's Rockin'








 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 11, 2001

Written by Dr. Zhie

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"I'm so starved I could eat a Rapidash!" complained James, leaning against a tree. Jesse was busy watching Ash and his crew, especially Pikachu, who were below them in a valley.

"Sssh!" hushed the female trainer, glancing at James. "If you don't keep quiet, you'll give away our position." Jesse was a little concerned, as she could see there was a discussion going on down there, but she couldn't hear anything that was going on.

Below, Misty had to stiffle a giggle. "Do they really think we don't know that they're up there?" she whispered to Brock, who was putting out the fire from dinner.

"I doubt that thinking is high on the list of Team Rocket's priorities." Brock answered. "All the same, I can't help feel bad for them. Anyone object to me leaving the leftovers out for them to scavenge?"

Topegi merely made a happy noise as he often did. Pikachu and Misty shook their heads, while the only comment from Ash was a loud snore from his tent.

"Probably a good idea to leave them something they want more than Pikachu." commented Misty as she rocked Topegi on her lap. "I'd like one night of sleep without a nightmare from Team Rocket. If only Ash would never have wrecked my stupid bike, I'd never had to have worried about those two numbskulls."

"Right. Well, if you'd like to turn in, I can finish cleaning up." offered Brock, setting out the rest of the food and a few clean dishes.

"Okay. Goodnight, Brock!" she said, heading to her tent with Topegi.

"See you in the morning, Misty." It took Brock only a few more minutes, and then he too entered the tent he shared with Ash. Pikachu followed, and soon they were all asleep.

"Are they asleep yet?" asked James, refusing to get up and look for himself.

"I think so - but they left all of their dinner out." Jesse frowned.

"Food!?" both James and Meowth sprang up and were peering over the edge of the cliff they were on.

"Maybe we should go down there and help 'em eat it." suggested Meowth.

He recieved a bonk on the head from Jesse's binoculars. "It's obviously a trap. Might even be poisoned."

"What if Meowth goes down and brings it back up here?" asked James, still eyeing up the food, though it was dark and he couldn't quite make out exactely what it was.

"Are you serious?" hissed Meowth. "Do I look like a serving boy to you?"

"With the right outfit..." contemplated Jesse.

"Meowth, you're the perfect choice." James explained. "If they suddenly catch you in their camp, we can just get you back up here with a poke'ball."

"Fine, I'll do you this one favor." Meowth reluctantly agreed. "But only 'cause I feel sorry for yous guys." he grumbled.

"What was that?!" demanded Jesse, binoculars raised.

"I, uh, I said, Boy, do you think dey made any french fries?" and with that, Meowth headed down to the campsite.

The pair remained silent after Meowth left. For about three minutes. "So, how 'bout those Mews?" asked James, wishing he'd come up with something slightly more intelligent to say. Jesse merely shrugged. She'd taken a seat overlooking the valley, but by now it was impossible to clearly make out the camp or Meowth, as the campfire's ashes had smouldered from red to a pale amber.

James let his head fall backwards against the tree so that he was staring at the starry sky. "Too bad Meowth isn't around," he thought out loud, "I always get tongue tied when he isn't."

"Why's that?" Jesse asked, equally as absent-minded, and probably too tired to reason it out on her own.

"Oh, you know...you..." James bit his tongue, unfortunately not in time. "Forget I said that." he added hurriedly.

"Really?" The female trainer's curiosity was piqued, and she cautiously approached her teammate. "And why would I cause you to get tongue-tied?"

Flustered, James tried to come up with an excuse, but he was too tired and too hungry to think straight at the moment. "Jesse...please...don't make me explain it..."

Instead of leaving him alone, she sat down indian-style in front of him, arms folded. "You're not getting out of this that easy. Explain yourself, mister."

Normally, James would have feared her wrath - Jesse had no anger management skills what-so-ever, so when she wanted to know something, she usually got answers. But James was determined not to say anything at all. Until Jesse added,

"Oh, don't tell me it's something silly, like that you like me or something like that." she prodded.

"Wh-why would you think I like you?" James sputtered.

"I don't. Everyone knows's you're, well, you know." Jesse shrugged. "Not that I care or anything, your sexual preferences are none of my business, but-"

"Oh, so everyone on Team Rocket thinks I'm gay, do they?" asked James. Jesse paused and nodded in confirmation. "Well, I'll show you I'm no Cle-Fairy!"

And with that in mind, James leaned forward, grasping Jesse's shoulder's as he pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened as she realized what was going on, and was in shock for a few moments before she struggled to back away from his advance. However, from her seated position, she ended up falling backwards onto the ground. James was soon hovering over her.

"Surrender now...or prepare to fight." warned James as he pressed himself down against her.

Upset as she was from the initial unwanted attack from her partner, Jesse was now quite excited about the closeness between the two of them. "Why James...I never knew you had it in you! Is that your Diglett, or are you just happy to see me?"

James only smiled and began to let his hands guide themselves over the contours of Jesse's trembling body. Jesse gladly returned the favor, and quickly she found herself grasping James's manhood, stroking it vigorously. "You're starting to imitate poke'mon - long as an Arbok and hard as an Onyx."

"So, you like my pocket monster, do you?" he quickly pushed his pants down to reveal himself to her. "Shall we find out if I'm as fast as a Jolteon as well?" Too impatient to wait for an answer, James hiked up Jesse's skirt and rubbed up against her panties. He was pleasently surprised to learn they were moist. "Uh-oh. Looks like someone used a water cannon attack. Better get rid of these."

As James was concerning himself with removing her underpants in a rather unconventional way, Jesse had managed to wriggle her way out of her jacket and was pulling off her top now as well. When James resurfaced, panties clenched in his teeth, his attention was captured by the two most perfect looking 'Jigglypuffs' he'd ever seen. Soon he was caressing and suckling them, instincts having taken over completely, while Jesse's fingernails raked along his back.

"I can't hold back any longer, Jesse." admitted James, lifting his shirt up and over his head as he kicked off his pants. "Prepare for trouble."

"Make that double." she added, completely removing her skirt.

Carefully, James plunged himself into Jesse, causing her to momentarily gasp and try to jerk away. She was not about to admit that it was her first time with anyone, and after a slight readjustment, she settled back into the grass, giving absolute control of her body to James, who was doing exceptionally well for a beginner. Instead of rushing things as he had promised her earlier, his movements were slow and precise.

Jesse's hands suddenly found themselves curled around James's waist, and she found that she was using the extra leverage to thrust him further into her body.

"Oh, god, Jesse, don't..." moaned James, trying best he could to hold off until she'd climaxed first.

Her hands fell down to her sides, but were instantly dragged back to where they'd been. "No, Jesse, don't stop. Please, don't stop." James insisted. Eagerly, she complied, and James felt a surge of power - for the first time, she was doing what he instructed her to do, not the other way around.

There was a sudden increase in Jesse's breathing and James knew to push harder, even though her hands were pressing now on his shoulders as she tentitively tried to escape. James wasted no time after the cry of newfound pleasure left Jesse's lips, and soon after emitted his own.

Then, James rolled down next to his teammate and held her close to him, waiting for her shivers to subside. "How was that, Jess?" he finally whispered, stroking her long, silky red hair, clearing out blades of grass that had become entangled in it.

"Better than trying to capture Pikachu." she finally came up with before falling asleep. James would have liked to have kept her like that, huddled next to him in the moonlight, but with Meowth coming back soon, he ended up waking her so they could be dressed again before their poke'mon arrived back with provisions.

However, they were less than discrete about their latest adventure, and James was leaning against his tree with Jesse in his lap. "So, Jesse...what we did tonight...was that something you meant to do, or..."

"I never do anything I don't want to." she replied.

"Oh. Good. But I was, well, thinking of the Team Motto, and, well, that part about 'to denounce the evils of truth and love'. Aren't we going against our own motto?"

"We'll just come up with a different motto." Jesse reasoned.

"Why, is somethin' the 'motto' with the one we got?" asked the farmilliar voice of Meowth. He laughed at his own joke, then gave a curious look at the pair, who hadn't gotten up from where they were.

"Well, where's the food, Meowth?" insisted Jesse.

"Funny thing. Carrying it back up here made me hungry." Meowth patted his stomach. "So, I ate it all."

"Meowth! We're starving!" whined James.

"I'll bet." Meowth mumbled, noting the indentation they'd made in the ground. He looked back over to the trainers. "Luckily, there was still some food down dere. I'll just go make anotha trip." Once again, Meowth headed for the valley.

"And don't eat it this time!" Jesse shouted after him. As soon as Meowth was out of site, James playfully wrestled his companion to the ground. "Care to feel my Thundershock technique once more before Meowth gets back?"

Jesse grinned. "Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again."

Da End