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The Queen
Wow, I finally finished Umbreona and now start Treehouse Saga. Just in case of anything, here ya go:
approved by: Kiori
Rated (in whole): NC17
Ship: fully Contestshipping
This fic:is WEIRD XD
Ages of the characters: May: 13 Drew: 14 kk?
Now, on with the show! ^^
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Treehouse Saga
Chapter 1 - September
Caroline sat on a cushioned, blue, hospital seat next to a white bed. Her hands were clasped to her knees tightly as her body shuddered in grief. Machines clicked, buzzed, hummed, and beeped as doctors, nurses, and visitors strolled the hallways just outside the door. The wooden door to the room was open and displayed Ash, Max, Brock, and Misty as they loitered outside with worried expressions. Norman, Caroline’s husband, stood opposite the wall, his arms crossed and seemed to be in a trance, thinking things over. The shoes of the doctor clicked as he strode into the room. He seemed cheerful against everyone’s grim faces as he checked the clipboard hanging off the bed Caroline sat next to. His dark eyes shifted from the paper to Caroline’s face, to the paper again as he tried to conjure up the right sentence to say.
“Well, it hasn’t gotten any worse,” he said unsteadily in a young, male voice.
“Oh,” Caroline acknowledged his words, “That’s good.”
She didn’t change her sad expression, though, despite her words. More clicking of shoes upon bare, white tile came into the room. It was an old woman. She was tall and her skin sagged in her old age. Her hair was as white as the tile, tied in a bun, and her eyes were droopy like a Snubbull’s eyes. Her mouth was all folded in; the loss of teeth will do that to a person. She wore a green, old sweater that looked as though she had knitted it herself, over a white and blue blouse. Underneath, still, was a long, maroon skirt, in which whose color collided with her color scheme. She turned angrily at the doctor.
“It’s the island of room 643!” she shouted like a wild lady.
“Miss Bates, please,” the doctor said.
He didn’t want her to upset Caroline any more than needed.
“I can’t believe you! You put these children in danger!” Miss Bates, the old woman, rambled on and on.
“Miss Bates!” the doctor put his foot down, “Enough about this island! It’s not real!”
“It so is!” she said, “I’ve been there!”
“Danger?” Caroline’s eyes watered again.
“Don’t listen to her, please,” the doctor said, “She’s just a crazy old lady. She’s full of nonsense.”
“Fine. But when something happens, I want to hear you say I was right!” Miss bates concluded and stormed out.
Norman came in to comfort his wife after he heard the commotion. He looked down, sorrowful at his oldest child, May, who lay on the white sheets completely immobile and unconscious. Caroline whimpered. On the next bed over lay a child Norman had never met before. The kid had green, slightly long hair. He wore a battered up purple over-jacket over a black turtleneck with jean pants. Norman turned his focus back on May. She breathed slowly, as if she were just asleep. It had only been yesterday when they got the call from May’s friends that something terrible had happened and that they should come down immediately. Caroline and Norman had then hitched on the fastest ferry and made their way to the hospital to find May completely knocked out. It wasn’t just her, though; many people had the same conditions. Unfortunately, they had all woken up by that morning and many were well enough to leave. Caroline had been weeping over May’s side for that time. The news of the cause of all this had only come in that morning.
“Doctor Spenser,” Norman said to the doctor, “I think we’re ready to hear how all this came about.”
The doctor nodded and began to tell the tale.
*******
May had finally wrestled Drew to the ground as her lips explored every aspect of his face. She held him down with her hands at his shoulders, pushing down with all her weight. Unfortunately for her, he was so much stronger than her, and could easily push her back up with ease. He had done so throughout the evening, and May was certain she would never get the chance to be in charge. Now that they were in the perfect position, and the duration always wears him out quicker than her, she finally got a break and was able to hold him down for five seconds. She felt his hands go from her sides to her hips, and a feeling of insecurity raced through her. They were both breathing hard, and completely clothed, and May tried to force herself to move on past the first feely stage, but she just couldn’t. He grabbed her bottom, and she jumped away off of him, red spreading across her face.
“Come…on!” Drew whined, “Again?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t do it,” May whimpered and collected herself in the bathroom to her left and closed the door.
Drew buried his face in his hands and lied back down on the worn mattress they were having fun on. He looked up at the wooden ceiling and sighed. Gosh had it been a long time, stuck on this island. It was a month, or about a month, they had been there. It was just a quiet little tree house in a thick forest on a deserted island. No people or Pokemon in sight. Just the two of them. It hadn’t always been that easy to get some from May. The first memory he had of that strange place was lying in a spoon position with May on the hard wooden floor of that tree house. The two had woken up at the same time and jumped back in embarrassment and surprise. At first, they did their usual quarreling, blaming each other for their current location and so forth. After a while, though, Drew managed to refrain from teasing her and tried to be there for her when it rained hard or when she felt home sick. All those things led up to what they had now.
It occurred to Drew, that each step they made, a new something or other would appear in their tree house for their convenience. It couldn’t be coincidence, as May had said it was when he brought it up some days ago. He tested out his theory, and each time they got that much closer, something appeared. The first time they had made out, the bathroom just appeared out of no where the next day! May took no notice, even though the thing supplied running water, though with no pipes. She was just grateful that they finally had a place to wash, and teased him in how he should do the same. He shrugged it off. All he wanted to do was stay on the island forever, just with her, or at least make it so they were no longer just a bickering pair of rivals. It was funny that their Pokemon weren’t with them. How Drew missed his companions. What ever did happen to them?
He listened to May scuttle in the bathroom, doing who knows what. The only thing that appeared, regardless of their status ups, was the food. Sometimes it would just appear, just as they started to get real hungry.
“What a crazy place,” Drew muttered to himself.
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Yeah, yeah, I know...this is NOT NC17 material...but hey. Like any story, you just can't start with sex. You got to build up. Anyway, I hope I gave enough cliff hangers to keep you interested until I get up to the goodies. If you wanna be on the PM list, do say so. ^^
approved by: Kiori
Rated (in whole): NC17
Ship: fully Contestshipping
This fic:is WEIRD XD
Ages of the characters: May: 13 Drew: 14 kk?
Now, on with the show! ^^
~*~*~*~
Treehouse Saga
Chapter 1 - September
Caroline sat on a cushioned, blue, hospital seat next to a white bed. Her hands were clasped to her knees tightly as her body shuddered in grief. Machines clicked, buzzed, hummed, and beeped as doctors, nurses, and visitors strolled the hallways just outside the door. The wooden door to the room was open and displayed Ash, Max, Brock, and Misty as they loitered outside with worried expressions. Norman, Caroline’s husband, stood opposite the wall, his arms crossed and seemed to be in a trance, thinking things over. The shoes of the doctor clicked as he strode into the room. He seemed cheerful against everyone’s grim faces as he checked the clipboard hanging off the bed Caroline sat next to. His dark eyes shifted from the paper to Caroline’s face, to the paper again as he tried to conjure up the right sentence to say.
“Well, it hasn’t gotten any worse,” he said unsteadily in a young, male voice.
“Oh,” Caroline acknowledged his words, “That’s good.”
She didn’t change her sad expression, though, despite her words. More clicking of shoes upon bare, white tile came into the room. It was an old woman. She was tall and her skin sagged in her old age. Her hair was as white as the tile, tied in a bun, and her eyes were droopy like a Snubbull’s eyes. Her mouth was all folded in; the loss of teeth will do that to a person. She wore a green, old sweater that looked as though she had knitted it herself, over a white and blue blouse. Underneath, still, was a long, maroon skirt, in which whose color collided with her color scheme. She turned angrily at the doctor.
“It’s the island of room 643!” she shouted like a wild lady.
“Miss Bates, please,” the doctor said.
He didn’t want her to upset Caroline any more than needed.
“I can’t believe you! You put these children in danger!” Miss Bates, the old woman, rambled on and on.
“Miss Bates!” the doctor put his foot down, “Enough about this island! It’s not real!”
“It so is!” she said, “I’ve been there!”
“Danger?” Caroline’s eyes watered again.
“Don’t listen to her, please,” the doctor said, “She’s just a crazy old lady. She’s full of nonsense.”
“Fine. But when something happens, I want to hear you say I was right!” Miss bates concluded and stormed out.
Norman came in to comfort his wife after he heard the commotion. He looked down, sorrowful at his oldest child, May, who lay on the white sheets completely immobile and unconscious. Caroline whimpered. On the next bed over lay a child Norman had never met before. The kid had green, slightly long hair. He wore a battered up purple over-jacket over a black turtleneck with jean pants. Norman turned his focus back on May. She breathed slowly, as if she were just asleep. It had only been yesterday when they got the call from May’s friends that something terrible had happened and that they should come down immediately. Caroline and Norman had then hitched on the fastest ferry and made their way to the hospital to find May completely knocked out. It wasn’t just her, though; many people had the same conditions. Unfortunately, they had all woken up by that morning and many were well enough to leave. Caroline had been weeping over May’s side for that time. The news of the cause of all this had only come in that morning.
“Doctor Spenser,” Norman said to the doctor, “I think we’re ready to hear how all this came about.”
The doctor nodded and began to tell the tale.
*******
May had finally wrestled Drew to the ground as her lips explored every aspect of his face. She held him down with her hands at his shoulders, pushing down with all her weight. Unfortunately for her, he was so much stronger than her, and could easily push her back up with ease. He had done so throughout the evening, and May was certain she would never get the chance to be in charge. Now that they were in the perfect position, and the duration always wears him out quicker than her, she finally got a break and was able to hold him down for five seconds. She felt his hands go from her sides to her hips, and a feeling of insecurity raced through her. They were both breathing hard, and completely clothed, and May tried to force herself to move on past the first feely stage, but she just couldn’t. He grabbed her bottom, and she jumped away off of him, red spreading across her face.
“Come…on!” Drew whined, “Again?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t do it,” May whimpered and collected herself in the bathroom to her left and closed the door.
Drew buried his face in his hands and lied back down on the worn mattress they were having fun on. He looked up at the wooden ceiling and sighed. Gosh had it been a long time, stuck on this island. It was a month, or about a month, they had been there. It was just a quiet little tree house in a thick forest on a deserted island. No people or Pokemon in sight. Just the two of them. It hadn’t always been that easy to get some from May. The first memory he had of that strange place was lying in a spoon position with May on the hard wooden floor of that tree house. The two had woken up at the same time and jumped back in embarrassment and surprise. At first, they did their usual quarreling, blaming each other for their current location and so forth. After a while, though, Drew managed to refrain from teasing her and tried to be there for her when it rained hard or when she felt home sick. All those things led up to what they had now.
It occurred to Drew, that each step they made, a new something or other would appear in their tree house for their convenience. It couldn’t be coincidence, as May had said it was when he brought it up some days ago. He tested out his theory, and each time they got that much closer, something appeared. The first time they had made out, the bathroom just appeared out of no where the next day! May took no notice, even though the thing supplied running water, though with no pipes. She was just grateful that they finally had a place to wash, and teased him in how he should do the same. He shrugged it off. All he wanted to do was stay on the island forever, just with her, or at least make it so they were no longer just a bickering pair of rivals. It was funny that their Pokemon weren’t with them. How Drew missed his companions. What ever did happen to them?
He listened to May scuttle in the bathroom, doing who knows what. The only thing that appeared, regardless of their status ups, was the food. Sometimes it would just appear, just as they started to get real hungry.
“What a crazy place,” Drew muttered to himself.
*~*~*
Yeah, yeah, I know...this is NOT NC17 material...but hey. Like any story, you just can't start with sex. You got to build up. Anyway, I hope I gave enough cliff hangers to keep you interested until I get up to the goodies. If you wanna be on the PM list, do say so. ^^
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Anyways, it's quite apparent all that preliminary relationship building junk is dealt with quickly in order to provide just pure lemon later on. 