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 Pokemon Ad Nauseam

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: Ash captures a new Pokemon but what good is he?  A
parody.
Codes: mf boy fanfic teen mc preg

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   Chapter 1

   "We're lost again," said Misty.

   "We're not lost," Ash responded.  "We're just taking the scenic route."

   "You said we were taking a shortcut to Celadon City.  If we had stayed
on the main road we would have been in Celadon City two days ago.  We're
lost again," Misty insisted.

   "I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with Misty on this one, Ash,"
said Brock.  "We should have seen a sign or other evidence of civilization
by now.

   "Pika," said Pikachu.

   "You too, Pikachu?" Ash sighed deeply.  "I know," he said finally. 
"We're lost and it's my fault but I don't what to do about it."

   "Well, I'm all for stopping for the night," Misty declared.  "I'm cold,
tired and hungry.  There's water nearby and just enough light to set up
camp without stumbling around in the dark."

   Things couldn't always be exciting for the three companions.  Ash, Misty
and Brock had banded together to catch and train Pokemon.  They would match
their Pokemon in battles against other trainers' Pokemon to determine the
better trainer.  If they won a battle in an accredited gym for Pokemon
trainers, the successful trainer was awarded a badge as proof of his or her
accomplishment.  Ash had won his share of badges already and was always on
the prowl for more.  Misty specialized in water Pokemon but didn't seem
interested in badges.  Brock specialized in rock Pokemon but he was more
interested in learning about Pokemon breeding habits than actually training
them.  He wanted to become a top Pokemon breeder.  With all that to keep
them busy they still had to fight off the constant efforts of Team Rocket
to steal their Pokemon.

   Anyone might think the trio would welcome a break from their hectic
quest to just relax in this deeply wooded part of the country but that
wasn't Ash's style.  He wanted to take the "shortcut" in the hope that he
might capture another Pokemon or two but it hadn't worked out that way. 
What a waste of time thought Ash as he lay on his bedroll.  It was still
early but he might as well try to get some sleep.  Suddenly he saw a small
movement out of the corner of his eye.  Ash looked closer and saw that it
was a small blob of...  Well, he couldn't think what it could be made of.
The small blob gradually bounced closer to Ash.

   "Hey, look at that, Pikachu," said Ash pointing to the little blob. 
"Are you a Pokemon?"

   "Slimy," said the little blob.

   "Pikachu," said Pikachu in greeting.

   "Slimy, huh," said Ash.  "Let's take a look at the Pokedex."

   "Slimy," the electronic box intoned.  "No information."

   "What kind of attack do you have, Slimy?" Slimy didn't look like much.
Ash didn't want to waste his time trying to train a Pokemon who couldn't
fight.  Maybe Professor Oak would be interested in studying Slimy. 
Professor Oak was the foremost expert on Pokemon and a good friend of Ash.
He certainly would be interested in a previously unknown Pokemon.

   "Slimy," said Slimy.

   Ash laughed.  "Well, if that's an attack you're not much of a Pokemon."
Slimy took offense and spat.  Before he could think to duck Ash's face was
covered in slimy goo.

   "Hey," Ash exclaimed.  "That wasn't very nice!"

   "Pika," said Pikachu agreeing with Ash.  Slimy spat again and Pikachu
got a face full of slime for his trouble just like Ash.

   "All right, I've had about enough," cried Ash.  "Prepare to defend
yourself, Slimy.  Pikachu!  Let's give him a little electro-shock
treatment."

   Pikachu didn't have to be told twice.  He was pissed about this
unprovoked attack.  The electric rat's tail sizzled and Pikachu shouted,
"Pi Ka Chu!!!" as it let loose with a burst of electric power aimed at
Slimy.  The battle was over as soon as it began.  The bolt of electricity
struck Slimy instantly.  "Slimy," Slimy cried weakly and fainted.  His body
transported into a Pokeball that Ash had waiting.

   "All right, Pikachu," cried Ash.  "Good job!"

   "What's all the commotion, Ash," asked Brock.

   "Yeah.  What's going on," Misty chimed in.  They had been asleep but the
sounds of battle and Ash's shouts of triumph had disturbed their rest.

   "Pikachu and me just captured a Pokemon," Ash said.

   "Great," said Brock.  "What kind of Pokemon?"

   "Uh, I'm not sure."

   "What's its name," asked Misty.

   "Slimy."

   "Slimy?  Never heard of it," said Brock.  "What does the Pokedex say?"

   "It doesn't give any information."

   "That's interesting.  What kind of attack did it have?"

   "Uh, I'm not sure about that either, Brock," said Ash.

   "I bet you it was the slime attack," giggled Misty.  "Your faces look a
mess."

   "Oh, yeah," said an embarrassed Ash.  He'd forgotten that he and Pikachu
had been slimed what with all the excitement of the battle.  "We'd better
get ourselves cleaned up, Pikachu."

   "Pi," said Pikachu.

   "Maybe you could get Squirtle to hose you guys down," teased Misty.

   "Very funny," fumed Ash.

   The next day the trio hadn't walked more than a hundred meters before
they found a trail and a sign.  The sign had an arrow and it read Celadon
City, 8 km.

   "Hey, you guys.  Look at this," Ash cried.  "We're not lost after all."

   "Oh, goody," said Misty.  "I can hardly wait for a decent meal and a
shower."

   "Well, if you hadn't insisted on stopping we might have gotten there
before nightfall."

   "I doubt that," said Brock.  "We still would have had to stop along the
way."

   "Yeah," added Misty.  "Besides, if we hadn't stopped you would have
missed out on capturing the almighty Slimy."

   Ash could feel himself blushing.  He knew Misty was just teasing but she
still got to him sometimes.  He was about dig out Slimy's Pokeball and set
the creature free but Brock stopped him from doing it.

   "Don't listen to her, Ash.  You just captured Slimy.  You don't know his
capabilities yet.  Have patience.  Just by the fact that the Pokedex
doesn't have anything on him makes Slimy rare and perhaps valuable.  You
pointed out yourself that Professor Oak would probably be interested in
Slimy."

   "You're right, Brock," said Ash.  "I'll contact Professor Oak when we
get to the Pokemon Center."

   At the Pokemon Center trainers could eat, sleep, and take care of
personal business before setting out again on their quests.  They could
also get their injured and sick Pokemon taken care of.  Nurse Joy had given
all their Pokemon clean bills of health.  Even Slimy was none the worse for
wear after getting zapped by Pikachu.

   "Are you going to call Professor Oak about Slimy, Ash," asked Brock.

   "Yeah, I guess now is about as good a time as any," Ash said as he sat
down at a videophone.  He popped Slimy out of his Pokeball and got ready to
punch in his code.

   "Slimy?"

   "Yeah, I'm going to call Professor Oak about you.  He might be
interested in studying you."

   "Slimy, slimy, slimy," said Slimy.

   "Well, I'm sorry but I'm not sure how to use you in my matches and I'm
limited in the number of Pokemon I can carry."

   "Pika Pikachu," said Pikachu who was sitting beside Ash.

   "Now don't you start, Pikachu!" Ash felt a wave of guilt come over him.
He knew he wasn't giving Slimy a chance but come on now, a slime attack? 
What good would that do him against a fire Pokemon?  Slimy seemed about as
useful as Misty's Psyduck.

   "Slimy?"

   "No, I'm not still mad at you for sliming me."

   "Pika Pika," said Pikachu.

   "You're right, Pikachu.  What kind of trainer would I be if I wasn't
exposed to all the Pokemon?  Okay, Slimy.  Back into the Pokeball you go."

   "Slimy," said Slimy happily and transported back into his Pokeball.

   "Pikachu," said Pikachu.  He also seemed happy.

   "You're welcome, Pikachu.  I guess we should give all Pokemon a chance."

   "I applaud your decision, Ash," said Brock when Ash told him what
happened.  "This shows that you're maturing mentally as a trainer.  That's
very important as you rise in the ranks of Pokemon trainers."

   Ash valued Brock's opinion and felt better about his decision.  Funny
how suddenly he felt tired.  He knew he had plenty of sleep.  He'd already
won his badge from the Celadon City gym on a previous visit and there
wasn't much else going right then so he decided to take a nap.

   As he laid down to rest Ash surprised himself by starting to think about
girls.  People often thought Ash was obsessed with Pokemon to the exclusion
of everything else and he was immune to the charms of the fair sex.  That
was true at least until now.  He swore if he ever became interested in
girls he'd have more self control when it came to girls than Brock who went
nuts every time a pretty girl crossed his path.

   Images of Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny and all of their look-alike and
named-alike cousins crossed his mind and Ash felt a boner coming on.  Ash
was tempted to stroke it but other trainers in the dormitory were snoozing
also and he was afraid of being discovered.  Even Pikachu was horny
apparently.  He was busily licking his own boner just like a dog.

   The images of other pretty girls he'd met on his journeys made their
appearances and finally Ash began to think of Misty.  Ash hadn't been above
spying on Misty when she was washing up at a stream.  It was too bad she
was so scrawny.  Ash had already met her sisters and it looked like Misty
had been short changed on physical attributes compared to her siblings.  He
wondered if Misty would ever fill out and grow tits.  Well, at least her
nipples showed through her top very nicely on cold mornings.

   Gosh, now he was even thinking of Jessie of Team Rocket infamy.  Her
personality sucked but he realized he could definitely be distracted by her
body.  She wore a short skirt with thigh-high boots and a crop top with a
bare midriff.  Yeah, if he could ever get her alone Ash would like to spank
her tight little butt and show her that it's not nice to steal other
people's Pokemon.  Speaking of Team Rocket they just happen to be in the
area.  Of course they must be planning more mischief.

   "We'd better get some Pokemon this time or the boss says he's going to
fire our asses," said a worried James.  James had reason to be worried.  He
was otherwise unemployable.  Without this job he'd be forced to go home and
live with his parents, a fate worse than death.

   "The boss must know we're trying," said an equally worried Jessie. 
"That must count for something." She wasn't anxious to go job hunting
either.  How many openings were there for unsuccessful Pokemon thieves? 
The boss was sure to write a lousy recommendation letter for her.

   "I shouldn't worry about it," said Meowth, their talking cat-like
Pokemon.  "The boss says he has a couple of openings for comfort girls in
the company brothel.  I've recommended the both of you."

   "You didn't," exclaimed a frightened Jessie.

   "I did," said Meowth.

   "Anyway that lets me out," declared James.  "I'm not a girl."

   "There are plenty of Team Rocket members who swing both ways.  Some of
the guys like pretty boys exclusively.  Besides, the boss has noticed your
penchant for cross-dressing, James," said Meowth.

   "T-that was all in the line of duty," James stuttered nervously.

   "Oh, yeah?  Who was the one dressed as a French maid at the company
costume party, Mademoiselle Fifi?"

   James paled visibly.  Maybe living with Mom and Dad wasn't such a bad
idea after all.  Jessie, on the other hand, wasn't going to go down without
a fight.  She knew of a lot of rich Pokemon collectors who would pay a
fortune for a talking Meowth which were one in a million.  It would serve
Meowth right if he had to live the rest of his life in a Pokeball or a
breeding cage.

   "C'mon, you guys," James urged.  "Let's stop fighting and steal some
Pokemon.  The boss will be pretty happy if we can get him that twerp's
Pikachu." They'd seen Ash and his friends entering the Pokemon Center so
Team Rocket knew they were in town.

   "I vote for an all out assault on the Pokemon Center," said Meowth. 
"There's plenty of Pokemon there.  We'll grab all we can.  At this point we
can't afford to be choosy.  It can't be any worse than some of the goofy
plans you guys come up with."

   "Don't be ridiculous," said Jesse.  "All of my plans have been elegant
and sure to succeed.  Unfortunately, they weren't foolproof.  They didn't
succeed because I had fools helping me.  Namely, you two!"

   "Very funny," said James.  "Let's stop tossing around insults and come
up with a plan that's even foolproof for us."

   "That won't happen in our lifetime," Meowth complained.

   "Quiet," Jessie ordered.  "I'm coming up with a plan now."

   "Tell us.  Please, tell us," James begged.

   "Okay," said Jessie.  "I say we stage an all out assault on the Pokemon
Center.  There are plenty of Pokemon there.  We'll grab all we can.  At
this point we can't afford to be choosy."

   "That's it?" James was incredulous.

   "Yes," Jessie answered.  "It's elegant in its simplicity.  Keep things
simple I always say.  Then there's less that can go wrong."

   "I say it's brilliant," said Meowth without a trace of irony.

   "I say let's do it," James cried.

   Ash woke up from his nap after having some of the most vivid dreams of
his young life.  Usually he dreamt about Pokemon but this time he dreamt
about girls-and sex.  He blushed about the parts of the dream he could
recall.  In the dream he was having sex with girls, women and even his
mother.  That was scary.  Perhaps he was entering puberty Ash thought
although he was only ten years old.  Ash swore he woke up with the same
boner he went to sleep with.  Gosh, it was feeling sore.  Maybe he could go
beat off in one of the toilet stalls.  That would make it feel better.

   "Stay here and guard my backpack, will you Pikachu?  I'll be right
back."

   "Pikachu," said Pikachu.

   "Thanks," said Ash and strode off toward the rest rooms.  It felt good
to Ash to get his prick out of the confines of his trousers.  He started to
smile as he experienced the immense pleasure of beating off.  In fact, Ash
was experiencing so much pleasure that he neglected to pay attention to the
commotion going on outside.

   Ash felt better after having splattered the back wall of the toilet
stall with his cum.  Only then did he pay attention to the shouts just
outside the restroom.

   "What's going on," he asked grabbing the first kid that tried to run
past him.

   "Team Rocket," the boy shouted breathlessly.  "They've been here."

   "What!"

   "Team Rocket!  They've stolen our Pokemon," he shouted finally tearing
himself away from Ash's grip.

   "Pikachu," Ash cried when the importance of what was said penetrated his
brain.  He ran back to the dorm hoping against hope that Pikachu and his
other Pokemon were safe.  He began to relax when he saw his yellow furred
friend relaxed and apparently taking a nap but when he got to the bunk he
discovered that Pikachu wasn't asleep but unconscious with a big bump on
his head.  The backpack with all of Ash's Pokeballs was gone!

   "Pikachu will be just fine," said Nurse Joy.  "But he suffered a
concussion and will need several days of bed rest." Ash sighed with relief.
At least Pikachu was going to be all right.

   "Is he awake?  Can I talk to him?"

   "Yes, he's awake but you can only speak to him for a few minutes. 
Please don't get him excited."

   "I won't," Ash promised.

   "Hi, buddy," said Ash when he was finally allowed in to see Pikachu. 
Pikachu's head was covered in bandages and he seemed kind of woozy from the
pain medication Nurse Joy had given him.  "Can you tell me what happened?"

   "Pikachu!  Pika, pika, pika, pika, pi..."

   "Wait a minute.  Slow down.  You're not supposed to get upset or
excited," Ash urged.

   From what Ash could reconstruct, Pikachu heard the commotion and jumped
up to defend himself and the Pokeballs but he accidentally bumped his head
on the railing of the top bunk.  The little Pokemon didn't remember another
thing until he woke and was under Nurse Joy's care.  Pikachu went to sleep
after Ash assured him that he wasn't to blame for the loss of the Pokemon.
Actually, Ash blamed himself.  Team Rocket wouldn't have gotten away with
his Pokemon if he hadn't been beating off in the restroom.  The young boy
wouldn't rest until his Pokemon were safe and back in his hands and Team
Rocket behind bars.

   "Ash, I'm so sorry.  Is Pikachu going to be all right," Misty asked. 
Brock and Misty were waiting for Ash outside the clinic.  They weren't at
the Pokemon Center when the raid took place so they still had their
Pokemon.

   "Yeah, he's going to be all right but he'll be out of action for a
couple of days.  Thanks for asking."

   "We'll do whatever it takes to help you get back your Pokemon," said
Brock.  "Officer Jenny is still taking loss reports but she promises to
start her investigation as soon as possible."

   "Well, I'm not going to wait around while Officer Jenny investigates. 
I'm going to do a little investigating of my own," said a determined Ash.
"I'm going to go back to my bunk to see if Team Rocket left any clues."

   "I'll help," Brock volunteered.

   "No, thanks," said Ash.  "This won't take long." Actually, Ash wanted to
be alone for a bit.  The shock had worn off and now Ash was afraid he was
going to start crying in front of his friends.  When he got back to his
bunk the boy's heart leaped to his throat.  A Pokeball!  Ash hadn't noticed
before.  Apparently one of the Pokeballs slipped out of the backpack when
Team Rocket grabbed it.  Charizard or Squirtle or Bulbasaur was safe!  Ash
popped open the Pokeball and out popped Slimy.

   "Slimy," said Slimy.

   "Oh, hi Slimy," said Ash not hiding his disappointment very well.  "I'm
glad you're safe.  I guess you know what happened."

   "Slimy," said Slimy.

   Ash didn't know what else to say.  He had one healthy Pokemon to his
name and that one was completely useless.  What kind of trainer was he if
he couldn't keep his Pokemon safe and healthy?  Despite Ash berating
himself he couldn't help but feeling horny again.  Now, when he caught up
with Jessie all he wanted to do is fuck the bitch in all three of her
holes.

   "I can't believe how many Pokemon we have," gushed Jessie.  "I'm a
genius!"

   "The boss will be so pleased we'll probably get promotions and bonuses,"
James enthused.

   "Finally, something to celebrate," exclaimed Meowth.

   "Too bad you didn't grab the twerp's Pikachu when you had the chance,"
said Jessie.

   "My arms were too full of Pokeballs," James protested.  James was just
grateful that he didn't have to face one of Pikachu's thundershocks.  The
teenage Pokemon thief didn't wish Pikachu ill but he was sure glad when the
electric mouse had knocked himself silly.

   "We'll get him tonight," Jessie declared.

   "Tonight?" James was aghast.

   "Yes, tonight," said Jessie.  "They'll never be expecting us to strike
again so soon and at the same place."

   "Uh, shouldn't we be lying low for a while until things calm down,"
Meowth advised.  "We should at least get the Pokemon we have to the boss
first."

   "No," said Jessie.  "The town is crawling with cops right now and
they're searching all vehicles leaving the city.  Besides, I want to
present the twerp's Pikachu to the boss personally as part of our crowning
glory along with the other Pokemon.  He'll be forced to take back
everything he's said about us."

   "I don't like this at all," Meowth warned.

   "Who's the genius here?"

   "You are, Jessie!  Let's do it," said James enthusiastically.

   "Oh, brother," mumbled Meowth.

   Ash, Misty and Brock decided to keep a vigil beside Pikachu's bed.  They
would each take turns and then relieve each other.  That way Pikachu would
never be alone.  It was Ash's turn to sit with Pikachu.  Unfortunately Ash
hadn't gotten any sleep since Pikachu's injury and the poor boy was nodding
off.  That was the exact moment Team Rocket chose to sneak into the clinic.
Meowth stayed outside to act as lookout.

   "This is going to be easy," whispered Jessie.  "The twerp is asleep and
so is his Pikachu."

   James had come prepared with insulated gloves to prevent against shock.
He moved over to Pikachu's bed and gently picked him up.

   "Pika?" Pikachu woke up out of a deep sleep.  Despite being disoriented
he knew something was wrong.  He tried to generate a protective shock but
was too weak.  "Pikachu," he yelled as loudly as he could.

   The shout woke up Ash.  He cursed himself for falling asleep but now was
alert.  "Pikachu!  You guys leave Pikachu alone!"

   "Go back to sleep, twerp," Jessie sneered.  "You're fresh out of
Pokemon. You might as well go home to your momma."

   Ash could feel his face burning with humiliation.  If he lost Pikachu he
might as well go home in shame and give up Pokemon training.  In
desperation he pulled out his last remaining Pokeball.  "Slimy," he yelled.
"I choose you!" Ash threw his Pokeball and Slimy materialized.

   "Slimy," said Slimy.

   "Slimy!  Slime attack!"

   Jessie laughed arrogantly.  "You call that a Pokemon?" The laughter died
quickly when she found herself wearing a coat of slime on her face.  She
pulled out her own Pokeball and yelled, "Arbok!  I choose you!" Arbok, a
snakelike creature, appeared as soon as her Pokeball was thrown.

   "Arbok," said Arbok.

   "Arbok!  Poison sting attack!  Take care of that little blob right now."

   Arbok let loose with a hail of poison darts.  All of them missed except
one which passed easily through Slimy's insubstantial body but it was
enough to stun him.  He fell to the floor and lay still.

   Oh no thought Ash.  Slimy's done for and I'm done for.  He didn't notice
that Slimy's body had begun to glow.

   "So long, sucker," gloated James.  Ash looked on helplessly as he began
to walk out with Pikachu, guarded by a vigilant Arbok.

   "Spermy," said a voice behind Ash.  Ash turned around to look.  It still
looked like Slimy but it wasn't Slimy any more.  The creature before him
had grown an incredibly long tail, the longest Ash had ever seen on a
Pokemon that small.

   "Spermy?"

   "Spermy," Spermy affirmed.

   "Uh, do whatever you do, Spermy.  Save Pikachu!"

   Spermy shot a patch of goo in front of James.  James somersaulted on the
slippery substance and landed on his back while trying to hold on to
Pikachu.  Fortunately, Pikachu was unhurt and was able to scurry away from
the stunned James.

   The next patch of goo landed in front of Jessie causing her to slip and
fall also.  Arbok fired a volley of poison darts at Spermy but missed. 
Spermy's aim was better and jammed up Arbok's poison dart ejectors with
another load of goo.  Spermy then did the strangest thing.  He crawled
under Jessie's skirt and disappeared.

   Jessie was stunned just like James was but was aware enough to feel
something crawling up between her thighs.  She wanted to clamp her thighs
shut but then a voice she heard in her head told her to relax.  The voice
was so commanding she just had to obey.  She felt the crotch of her panties
rip and then a massive amount of fluid being injected into her vagina and
flooding her womb.  Spermy reemerged from Jessie's legs with a
self-satisfied smirk on his face.  There was a blood-curdling scream from
Jessie as she emerged from the spell she was under and finally realized
what had happened to her.

   "What happened," James yelled as was trying to regain his feet.

   "T-that creature v-violated me," shrieked Jessie.

   "We better get out of here," yelled Meowth from outside the door.  "That
scream woke up everyone in the building.  They're on their way."

   "You twerps haven't seen the last of me," Jessie promised as she fixed
them with a Gorgon stare.  She hurried out the door following the others
but with a curious bowlegged gait.

   Ash wasn't really listening.  He was hugging Pikachu to him.  Pikachu
was safe and he owed it all to Spermy.  "Thank you, Spermy.  Thank you for
saving Pikachu."

   "Spermy," said Spermy modestly.

   "Pikachu," said Pikachu in appreciation.  Spermy just blushed.

   The next few hours were a blur to Ash.  Everybody wanted to talk to Ash
to find out what happened.  Officer Jenny was first on the scene and when
she heard Ash's story the protectress of law and order was in hot pursuit
on her motor scooter.  The rest of the predawn hours were spent answering
questions from Brock, Misty and a host of others including news reporters.
Just when Ash thought he could finally get some sleep Officer Jenny
returned.

   "We were able to follow Jessie's slime trail to their hideout but I'm
afraid they have made their escape," Officer Jenny announced to the crowd
of people, many of them trainers who had lost Pokemon.  A great groan of
disappointment was heard in the room.

   "Is there any good news," someone asked.

   "A little," said Officer Jenny.  "The Pokeballs were left behind in
their haste to escape.  All of the Pokemon are accounted for and should be
returned to their respective trainers by this afternoon." This time a great
cheer of elation was heard and most of them rushed out of the room to
spread the good news.

   "I'm so happy for you, Ash," said Misty.  She leaned over and kissed him
on the cheek.

   "We owe it all to Spermy," said a blushing Ash.

   "Then I wish I could kiss Spermy on the cheek, too," Misty responded.

   You'll get your chance said Ash to himself.  He wondered where that
thought came from.

   "Well, maybe now I can get some sleep," said a yawning Ash.  "Wake me up
when it's time to pick up my Pokemon."

   "We've posted a guard by Pikachu's bed," said Officer Jenny.

   "Thank you," said Ash.  "Anything else?"

   "Just one more thing," said Officer Jenny as she read a message that was
just handed to her.  "There's a very important call for you from Professor
Oak.  He says it's urgent."

   Urgent?  Ash hoped his mother was all right.  He rushed to the
videophone as fast as his legs could carry him.

   "Professor Oak!  Is my mother all right?"

   "Your mother is fine, Ash.  I'm sorry I alarmed you," he said. 
Professor Oak was obviously in his laboratory.  Various glass cages holding
Pokemon could be seen on the screen behind the Professor's kindly visage.
"I want to talk to you about Spermy."

   "Spermy?  How did you know about Spermy?"

   "It's been all over the news this morning," said the Professor.  "Don't
forget that you've been talking to reporters."

   "Oh, yeah.  So would you like to meet Spermy?  He's awfully nice.  I'll
drop over the next time I'm in Pallet Town."

   "Ash, listen to me very carefully.  I want you to send Spermy to me
right now as we speak."

   "Right now?  I can't do that.  I wouldn't part with Spermy now any more
than I'd part with Pikachu or my other Pokemon."

   "You don't have a choice, Ash.  Even now, Officer Jenny is being
authorized and ordered to seize Spermy from you if you do not turn him over
voluntarily."

   "But why, Professor Oak?  It's not fair.  I captured him and that makes
him mine." Why was the professor being so mean?

   "I do owe you an explanation," said the professor.  "Listen carefully.
Spermy was developed as part of a secret lab project to breed rare and
endangered Pokemon.  It was intended that he simulate the sperm of Pokemon
of the lab's choosing.  He was artificially bred using the genes of a
psychic Pokemon with hypnotic powers.  That created the problem.  He can
control Pokemon and other animals and he can control humans.

   "As Slimy he's fairly harmless but when he evolves into Spermy he can
influence people to do things they'd normally not do.  That, including his
ability to replicate even a human's genetic blueprint makes him very
dangerous.  From the confidential reports I've received I believe that
Spermy used your DNA and inseminated Jessie."

   "You mean..."

   "I mean, young man, that you're likely an expectant father with Jessie
as the mother."

   "Gosh," was the only thing Ash could think to say.  Professor Oak
thought Ash was going to be a father and he was still a virgin.

   "When the lab discovered the problems with Spermy it was decided to
abandon the project and just keep Spermy locked up in the lab. 
Unfortunately, one of them escaped.  The lab very much wants Spermy's
return.  So, even though you captured Spermy prior ownership rights stay
with the lab."

   "I understand, Professor Oak," said Ash sadly.  "May I at least explain
things to Spermy and say goodbye to him?  I owe him that much."

   "I can give you ten minutes, Ash.  Please don't try to leave the
building.  You will be stopped.  Please don't try to release Spermy.  I'm
already breaking the rules by allowing you this time with your friend.  We
both could be in big trouble, Ash.  Please don't let me down."

   "I won't let you down, Professor." Ash rang off, released Spermy from
his Pokeball and explained the situation to him.

   "I'm sorry I talked to those reporters, Spermy.  They wouldn't have
known you were here."

   "Spermy," said Spermy.

   "Thanks.  I sure wish there was a way you could stay with me.  I know
you wouldn't try to control me like you did with those lab people.  But
Professor Oak says the place is surrounded and if I don't send your
Pokeball to him within the next five minutes I'll lose you anyway."

   "Spermy, spermy," said Spermy.

   "There is?  How?"

   Spermy closed his eyes and concentrated.  Ash waited but nothing
happened.  Ash thought he must be really tired because he started seeing
double.  Wait a minute.  He wasn't seeing double.  There really were two
Spermys.  "Spermy," said both in unison.

   "That's fantastic," exclaimed Ash.  "Hurry up!  One of you jump into
this Pokeball and I'll send it to Professor Oak." The other Spermy jumped
into another of Ash's Pokeballs.

   "Satisfied, Professor Oak," Ash asked when he'd reestablished contact.

   "Yes, thank you Ash.  You made the right decision." Ash could see Spermy
floating in a cage behind the professor.  He smiled and waved to Spermy. 
Spermy smiled back and winked.  Ash was pretty happy.  He fooled Professor
Oak and the lab authorities and gave Spermy a chance to live free, well
relatively free.  Ash would have to keep a tight rein on Spermy to make
sure he didn't get into any more trouble.  Or get in trouble himself for
that matter.  Although Jessie being pregnant was sure a hoot.  Served the
bitch right!

   Spermy was happy too.  He fooled Professor Oak, the lab authorities and
Ash.  The false Spermy, the one in the cage at Professor Oak's lab, would
die a natural death in a couple of weeks.  That would satisfy the lab
authorities.  The real Spermy could live indefinitely if he took good care
of himself and this would give him free rein to control Ash.  It was so
much more fun to help impregnate human females than it was with Pokemon
females.  The human females were so high strung about being pregnant.  Of
course, he would have to be subtle about it.  He personally liked Ash and
wanted to make sure he stayed out of trouble for the most part.  Yeah,
always let Ash think he was in control.  He learned that the hard way with
the lab people.

   Now that he knew Ash's secret desires, secret even from Ash, Spermy was
anxious to get started.  They were a lot of young girls and women who were
going to benefit from Ash's sperm which Spermy was reproducing in quantity.
Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, Misty and her sisters; it was definitely going to
be a busy year.  Of course, when Ash started puberty and began producing
his own sperm, Spermy would use his mind control abilities to make sure Ash
was supplied with plenty of pussy.

   Is it really true Ash is being controlled by Spermy?  Is the virtue of
any young lady safe when Spermy is on the prowl?  Is Jessie really the
expectant mother of Ash's child?  Does Team Rocket's insurance plan cover
maternity benefits?  Stay tuned when we answer these and other important
questions in the next exciting adventure of Pokemon Ad Nauseam.

   "Ewww!  She's doing it again," James complained as he watched Jessie
lose her breakfast for the third day in a row.

   "I-I'm sorry," gasped a humiliated Jessie.  "I just can't seem to keep
anything down.  I wish I knew what was wrong with me."

   "Well, I just hope I don't catch what you've caught," said James.

   "I wouldn't worry about that, James," said Meowth who realized what
Jessie's condition was.  "Unless you're even less of a man than I've always
thought."

   "Huh?"

   "Never mind, James." Nobody's ever told these two about the birds and
the bees thought Meowth.



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   Chapter 2

   "You can count on me, Ash," Brock declared.

   "And me too," Misty added.

   "Thanks, guys," said Ash.  "Spermy and I appreciate it." Ash had just
related the conversation he had with Professor Oak regarding Spermy.  He
knew he had to confide in his two friends and companions about his decision
to trick the professor and not send the real Spermy back to the lab.  Given
Spermy's recent heroics against Team Rocket, Ash knew he'd have no trouble
getting Brock and Misty to agree with him.  The important thing he stressed
was to not inadvertently disclose this unique Pokemon's presence to
outsiders.  None of them felt good about deceiving Professor Oak but they
knew it was the only way to save their friend from a lifetime in solitary
confinement.  The young Pokemon trainer did decide not to tell his
companions about Jessie being impregnated by Spermy using Ash's DNA.

   "Pika pika," growled Pikachu as fiercely as he could.  Anyone trying to
grab Spermy would have to go through him first.  He was feeling a lot
better since suffering a concussion trying to protect Ash's Pokeballs from
Team Rocket's nefarious clutches.  Nurse Joy had finally given Pikachu a
clean bill of health and he was slowly building up his strength to train
for an upcoming tournament.

   Ash and his companions decided to head out into the country from Celadon
City.  The fresh air would do them all a lot of good.  None of the Pokemon
had been out of their Pokeballs much lately and it would give them a chance
to stretch their muscles and play before getting back to the serious
business of training for future battles against other Pokemon.  All went
well the first day but on the morning of the second day a car pulled up
next to their camp site.

   "Hey, look girls.  It's Team Loser." Six pretty girls in cheerleader
uniforms burst into laughter.

   "Hi, losers," they chorused and then laughed again.

   "What are you doing here, Gary," Ash demanded.  Besides Team Rocket
there was another thorn in his side and that was Gary Oak.  Both boys grew
up in Pallet Town and had been competitors for as long as Ash could
remember.  The trouble was that Gary always seemed to come out on top
whenever they competed.

   "I heard about Spermy and I was curious enough to honor you with my
presence.  I'd like to meet him."

   "You're too late," said Ash in a loud voice.  "I sent Spermy to
Professor Oak, your grandfather, just like I was supposed to." Ash hoped he
was loud enough to alert Spermy.  If Gary spotted Spermy he'd mention it to
his grandfather and everything would be spoiled.

   "I know who my grandfather is, Ash," Gary replied.  "By the way, I'm not
deaf.  Hi, Misty.  Good seeing you.  Are you ready to join my cheerleading
squad or are you going to stick with that loser?"

   Misty rolled her eyeballs in disgust.  "No, thanks Gary," she said. 
That boy was so full of himself thought Misty.  She wondered how anyone
could stand to be around him for more than five minutes.  "And Ash is not a
loser," Misty declared.

   "You could've fooled me," said Gary.

   "You don't need her, Gary.  You've got us," said one of the girls.

   "Yeah," said another.  "Can you imagine what she'd look like in a
uniform?" All the girls burst into laughter again.  Misty felt herself
blushing despite not wanting to be caught dead in one of those uniforms
with a big letter G printed on the front of their sweaters.  They were
definitely designed for the bustier type.

   "Well, since Spermy isn't here and Misty isn't going with you there's
really no reason for you to stick around, is there." Ash was really
starting to sweat.  The longer Gary stayed the greater the danger of
Spermy's discovery.

   "Actually, I do have another reason for being here," said Gary suddenly
looking sly.  He pulled a Pokeball out of his pocket and held it up.  "I
captured a new Pokemon just last week.  I'd like to match him up against
your Pikachu."

   "I don't know," said Ash.  "Pikachu has just come off an injury."

   "Don't worry, Ash.  Actually I want your Pikachu to go real easy on my
Pokemon.  He's just a little guy and pretty inexperienced.  Your Pikachu
will probably have no problem whatsoever with mine."

   "What kind of Pokemon is it?"

   "It's a Pikachu as a matter of fact.  I just want him to gain a little
experience.  There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

   "Be careful, Ash," Brock advised.  "I don't trust him."

   "Don't listen to him, Ash.  I promise you it's a Pikachu that yours will
be fighting, a young one at that.  On my honor as a trainer, there's
nothing to worry about unless you're afraid, of course."

   "Cowards, cowards, cowards," chanted the cheerleaders.

   "I'm not a coward," Ash shouted, "and neither is Pikachu."

   "Pikachu!" shouted Pikachu.  He was getting upset with all these taunts
and was ready to start fighting right away.  His tail started crackling in
anticipation.

   "Then let's find out."

   "Don't let him bait you, Ash," Misty shouted.  She had a bad feeling
about this but she knew both Ash and Pikachu were too hotheaded to listen.
The other Pokemon gathered around.  They all loved to fight but watching a
good fight came in a close second.  They sensed a duel was about to take
place.

   "Fancy a little exercise, Pikachu," Ash asked.  They had already
forgotten that they were supposed to be out in the country for rest and
recuperation.

   "Pikachu," said Pikachu answering in the affirmative.

   "You probably won't break a sweat in this bout but be on your guard just
the same.  Gary's not above playing a dirty trick, okay?"

   "Pikachu!" Pikachu was ready.

   "Rules are Pikachu versus Pikachu.  No substitutions allowed.  Agreed?"

   "Agreed!" Get on with it, Gary.

   "Pikachu!  I choose you!" Gary Oak threw his Pokeball and out bounced a
Pikachu.

   "Pikachu!" it announced.  The beast was indeed smaller than Ash's
friend. The two yellow furred animals stared at each other for a moment
with fierce determination on their faces.

   "Pikachu!  Lightning attack!  Give that little guy a taste of your power
but don't hurt him too much," Ash instructed.  The young Pokemon trainer
expected Pikachu to make quick work of his opponent and Ash gloated over
the prospect of defeating Gary's Pikachu decisively.

   "Pika?" said Pikachu but didn't attack.  He suddenly appeared confused.

   "Pikachu?  Attack!  What's wrong?" Ash repeated his instruction but
Pikachu still appeared dazed.

   Now it was Gary who was gloating or had he ever stopped gloating?  He
was taking great pleasure in Ash's consternation.  It was like he expected
this to happen.  But how?  "Let's get this over with," Gary said finally.
"Pikachu!  Thunder Shock attack!"

   "Pikachu!" the smaller Pikachu shouted and let loose with a huge jolt of
electricity.

   "Pikachu!  Agility!  Dodge that attack!" Ash was frantic.  Pikachu must
have been sicker than anyone knew.

   "Pika?" Pikachu made no effort to dodge the other's attack and took the
full force of the lightning bolt.  "Pika?" he said once more and fell over
in a faint.

   "The winner is Gary Oak's Pikachu," Brock announced.

   The cheerleaders screamed with joy.  "Gary, Gary, he's our man.  If he
can't do it no one can!" Gary just stood there with a smirk on his face.

   "Pikachu!  Are you all right?  What did you do to my Pikachu, Gary?"
Gary must have done something to Pikachu when he wasn't looking but Ash had
had his eye on Gary from the very moment he arrived.  He was ready to
attack Gary with his fists

   "What did I do to your Pikachu?  Just because my Pikachu beat yours you
think I did something to him?" He turned to the girls and spoke to them. 
"The superior trainer shows why he's superior and then the inferior trainer
immediately accuses him of cheating.  What can I say?" Gary shrugged his
shoulders in mock resignation.

   The cheerleaders immediately launched into a round of hissing and booing
Ash.  Ash continued to kneel by his fallen comrade checking for injuries.
He pretended to ignore Gary but the Pokemon trainer was burning up with
humiliation.  Ash couldn't help hearing it all.

   "We drove all night to be here, Ash Ketchum," Gary continued.  "It looks
like it was worth it.  You wouldn't mind if we set up camp here, do you? 
It's not nice to beat and run.  Get it?  Beat and run?" Gary laughed at his
own joke.  The cheerleaders laughed right along with him although it was
doubtful if any of them understood it.  He would continue humiliating Ash
for the rest of the day if he could.  Maybe he could finally lure Misty
away from Ash and Brock if given enough time.  It seemed inconceivable that
the girl hadn't fallen for his charm yet.

   "I don't care what you do," Ash fumed, "but if you stay we're going."

   "That wouldn't be a good idea," Brock warned, "until we know the extent
of Pikachu's injuries." Ash nodded his head.  He was afraid to speak
further for fear of betraying his emotional state even more.

   "Well, I'm glad someone has some common sense among you.  Let's set up
camp, girls"

   "I'm sorry I pressured you into this fight, Pikachu," said Ash after
Gary walked away.  "You weren't ready.  I'll never forgive myself," he
added.

   "Pika?" Pikachu still seemed dazed and confused.

   "Do you think we should take Pikachu back to the Pokemon Center?"

   "No, I think I finally know what happened," said Brock.

   "So tell me what happened, Brock.  Will Pikachu be all right?"

   "To answer your question, yes Pikachu will be all right.  It's a little
more complicated to explain what happened."

   "Try me," Ash declared.  "Did Gary cheat?"

   "Well, he didn't exactly tell us the truth about everything.  It appears
that Pikachu wasn't fighting a boy Pikachu.  He was fighting a girl
Pikachu."

   "A girl Pikachu?  What difference does that make?  Are girl Pikachus
stronger than boy Pikachus?"

   "Usually the males are stronger and bigger than the females but standing
side by side they're impossible to tell apart without examining their
genitals underneath all that fur.  That's an iffy proposition given their
defenses and tempers."

   "So Pikachu should have been able to beat Gary's Pikachu, right?"

   "Right, Ash," Brock replied, "except for this particular week of the
year.  If I had realized Pikachu was going to fight a female counterpart I
wouldn't have allowed the fight to go on considering his recent injury but
Gary kept saying 'him' which completely misled me.  Of course, by the time
I realized what had happened the damage had already been done.  It's their
behavior that finally clued me in."

   "So, clue me in on what happened.  What does the time of the year have
to do with anything?" Getting a straight answer out of Brock was
frustrating when he got technical.

   "This is Pikachu breeding season.  The two of them were involved in a
mating ritual.  Unfortunately, Pikachu failed the test."

   "What test?" Poor Ash was already getting a headache trying to follow
Brock's explanation but the student of Pokemon breeding habits was in his
element now and there wasn't any such thing as a short explanation.

   "Okay," said Brock.  "At breeding season the doe, that's the female
Pikachu, develops a scent that temporarily stuns the buck, that's the male
Pikachu.  The doe has evolved this defense in order to ward off injury from
unwanted or overly aggressive bucks.  Once the buck is paralyzed she'll zap
them with a thunder shock.  If he remains standing the buck stands a good
chance of being the doe's chosen mate.  If there are multiple bucks
competing for her attention the doe zaps all of them repeatedly until
there's only one left standing.  Then that buck becomes her mate.  Pikachu
didn't stand up to one shock.  This isn't surprising considering his
injury."

   "I didn't smell anything.  When will he get better?"

   "The odor is detectable only by Pikachu males of breeding age.  That
includes Pikachu.  The paralyzing scent should wear off in about ten more
minutes but I'm afraid the blow to his pride will take a bit longer.  I
strongly suggest we stay here until tomorrow."

   Brock was right.  After a while Pikachu was able to move around but he
acted dull and listless, not at all like the usually energetic beast.

   "Is there any way to snap him out of it?" Ash was anxious for his friend
to return to normal.

   "After being rejected, there's little or no chance to eventually be
accepted by that particular doe.  He usually starts competing for the
attention of another doe.  If unsuccessful there he's usually out of luck
for another year.  With no other females around Pikachu is already acting
like an outcast bachelor.  Believe me, I know how he feels," said Brock.

   "We can find him another girl friend," Ash declared.  "There are plenty
of Pokemon colonies around."

   "That isn't possible, Ash.  Pikachu would still have to go through the
same ritual even if he was accepted into a colony which isn't likely.  At
breeding time the other males are sure to attack him and drive him away for
being a potential competitor."

   Spermy had been watching and listening from a safe distance.  He
appreciated Ash's warning and went into hiding the moment he heard it.  He
was lucky he was so small, making him virtually invisible until he wanted
to be seen again.  It was interesting to see the human interplay going on
but it wasn't the males he was interested in.  It was the females.

   The cheerleaders pretended unity but they actually feared and hated each
other.  The only thing that unified them was their love of Gary.  Each of
them would gladly cut the others' throats if it would guarantee her Gary's
exclusive affection.  Very interesting indeed.  Ash had pointedly ignored
the girls but his thoughts were still full of lust for them.  Surprisingly
Brock showed little interest in the pretty sextet.  Well, maybe not so
surprising.  When Spermy read his mind Brock's ideas of love and lust
extended to older teenage girls and adult women.

   Misty feared and hated the cheerleaders for a different reason.  She saw
herself as not measuring up to them as compared to the ideal of feminine
beauty.  The girl clearly underestimated herself.  She pretended disdain
for the things the cheerleaders represented but Misty was afraid she was
going to have to emulate their shallowness if she was going to attract and
keep a guy.

   The other thing that interested him was Pikachu.  He hadn't known about
Pikachu breeding habits.  Good man, Brock.  He had to make sure the poor
guy got laid soon.  Already he was forming plans to teach Gary a lesson for
messing with his friends.  He was sure he could enlist Pikachu's
cooperation.  There were six fertile bellies that had to be filled with
virile seed tonight.  Yes, it was fortunate they were sticking around. 
Fortunate for Spermy, that is.

   So far Spermy hadn't been as productive as he would have liked.  Jessie
had been the only human female inseminated so far.  Funny how he could
somehow sense her presence nearby.  No, it had to his imagination.

   "There he is, the little twerp." Jessie handed the binoculars to James.

   "Yes, I see him but what's the point," he asked.

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "I'll answer that," said Meowth.  "It seems the boss has sent for us. 
We're supposed to report back to headquarters right away.  He probably
wants to fire us personally after the way we blew things in Celadon City.
So what's the point?"

   "The point is that twerp had his vile creature attack me and I'm going
to get my revenge if it's the last thing I do.  The boss may fire me but
I'm going to get satisfaction any way I can whether or not I'm a Team
Rocket employee.

   "I don't understand this at all," James complained.  "It's not like it
was the first time we've been attacked by one of his vile creatures.  Why
are you so upset about this particular attack?" The teenage Pokemon thief
already had his bag packed and a bus ticket purchased for the trip home.

   "It was the way I was attacked." Jessie still colored up when she
thought about what Spermy did to her.  "It just offended my feminine
sensibility, that's all.  I don't wish to discuss it any further." The
unfortunate girl still didn't realize she'd been impregnated by Spermy even
with the morning sickness and late period.  Biology dictated that a Pokemon
couldn't impregnate a human.  Jessie attributed her maladies to stress. 
The worst of it, as far as she knew, was that Spermy had wrecked her best
pair of panties.  That was unforgivable even if nothing else had happened.

   "What are you going to do?"

   "I have a personal score to settle.  I'm going to throttle that twerp
when I get my hands on him and anyone else that gets in my way.  Then I'm
going to take the Pokemon that attacked me and squash it under the heel of
my boot."

   Meowth whispered to James, "Uh, I don't think she needs us for that, do
you?"

   "She scares me, too," James whispered back.

   Jessie overheard them but kept silent.  She didn't need those two clowns
anyway.  She'd do it herself.  Her revenge would be all the sweeter because
it would be by her own hands.  Yeah, best to wait until dark and then sneak
up on them.  Then they'd be sorry.

   Spermy thought it would be best to wait until dark when everyone was
asleep to put his plan into effect.  He thought about using a Jigglypuff to
put everyone to sleep with its singing but then that would affect him, too.
He and a couple of others had to be awake and alert to carry out his plan.

   "Spermy spermy," said Spermy.

   "Pi-," said Pikachu crossly.  He didn't want anyone trying to cheer him
up.

   "Spermy spermy spermy."

   Pika?" What is he talking about?

   "Spermy spermy spermy."

   "Pikachu pika pika pika." It just might work.

   "Spermy?"

   "Pikachu!  Heh, heh, heh!"

   The plan was now in motion and all Spermy had to do was to make sure the
humans slept all night when they went to bed.  It had been a long day for
everyone and it wasn't too hard for Spermy to broadcast mental suggestions
that all the humans wanted to sleep extra soundly and by the way, to be
open to hypnotic suggestion while they slept.

   "Good night, everyone," said Ash.  All the Pokemon were safely back in
their Pokeballs.  At least he thought he had all of them.  "Good night,
Pikachu.  I hope you're feeling better tomorrow.

   "Good night," said Misty.  Brock was already snoring away.  Gary's group
had already turned in.  The two groups had mostly ignored each other the
entire day except for the times when Gary tried to talk to Misty but she
continued to snub him.  Quiet had settled over both camps and all were
asleep.

   "Spermy?"

   "Pikachu."

   It was time to get to work.  The first thing Spermy did was to go to
Gary's tent.  "Spermy, spermy," he whispered into the young Pokemon
trainer's ear.

   Gary stirred in his sleep and reached for a Pokeball.  "Pikachu, I
choose you," he mumbled.  It rolled out of his hand and he went back to
sleep.  The Pokeball popped open and the little Pikachu materialized.

   "Pikachu?" What's going on?  I was asleep.  Oh, it's that boy I beat up
this morning.

   "Spermy," said Spermy.  It didn't take too long in explaining before the
girl Pikachu realized that she and everyone else had been manipulated by
her trainer.  She used all her will power not to zap Gary with a thunder
shock as he slept.  Pikachu just stood around being shy and wondering where
all this was leading to.  This part had been a surprise to Pikachu.  Spermy
had just mentioned needing his help in getting revenge on Gary.  Finally,
the girl Pikachu turned to our hero.

   "Pikachu," she said.  Brace yourself.  We're going to try again.

   Pikachu braced himself and closed his eyes.  Another thunder shock was
coming and he knew he was still too weak to take it but pride prevented him
from running away.  He could have because she wasn't using any of that
paralyzing scent.  How humiliating!  She wasn't even worried enough about
him to use the scent.

   The shock when it came was more like a tickle than anything else. 
Pikachu opened his eyes in surprise.  The girl gave him her best Pikachu
smile, turned around and lifted her tail.  It was an invitation that needed
no explanation.  Tradition had been upheld.  Pikachu had been zapped by her
and he was still standing.  They could mate with their pride intact.

   "Pikachu," said Pikachu as he mounted the young female.  I'm going to be
a daddy.

   Spermy was satisfied but there was still more work to do.  He went into
the cheerleaders' tent.  It was a separate and larger tent than the one
Gary slept in.  Spermy approached the first girl he came to, a dark haired
beauty.  "Spermy," he whispered.

   "Gary?  Don't talk naughty.  The others will hear," she whispered in her
sleep.

   "Spermy spermy."

   "Oh, Gary.  You're embarrassing me." She giggled a bit.  Spermy hoped it
wouldn't wake the others.

   "Spermy spermy spermy."

   "Of course I love you, Gary.  I've loved you from the moment we met.  Do
you love me?"

   "Spermy."

   "Even more than the others?"

   "Spermy."

   "Oh, Gary.  I've prayed night and day to hear you say those words."

   "Spermy spermy."

   "Here?  Now?  Don't you think we should wait until we get married?"

   "Spermy."

   "What if I get pregnant?"

   "Spermy."

   "I'd love to be the mother of your children, Gary.  Just think of it. 
Soon we'll be man and wife."

   "Spermy."

   "Please be gentle with me, Gary.  I love you."

   Spermy was very gentle.  He was rough only when he had to be or wanted
to be.  He was rough with Jessie because he wanted to be.  With a few more
words of encouragement the girl eased off her panties to allow him access.
It wasn't long before a copy of Ash's sperm was sent on its way through the
young beauty's reproductive system in search of an egg to fertilize.

   Essentially the same conversation took place five more times with the
same result.  Spermy was amazed that he didn't have to use mind control to
overcome resistance from the girls simply because there wasn't any
resistance.  Each girl would remember a visit from Gary, a pledge of
eternal love and a beautiful sexual experience.  Each promised to keep it
quiet from the other girls.

   That would work for a little while but when their bellies began to swell
all hell would break loose.  Gary's life would be filled with heartbroken
girls and angry parents.  There would be no time for Pokemon training.  Of
course, if anyone did a paternity test they would realize that Gary
couldn't be the father of these girls' babies but no one would suspect Ash.
Yes, it was a night's work well done and Spermy was proud of himself.  He
wandered out of the tent.  If Spermy had had legs he would have been
strutting.

   "You!" cried an angry voice.  "Now, I've got you!"

   Spermy looked up.  Looking down on him was Jessie and she was raising
her boot getting ready to crush the life out of him.

   Jessie waited until all seemed quiet in the camp under observation. 
Despite her desire for revenge the teenage Pokemon thief was starting to
get cold feet.  She'd never done a solo job before and had begun to wish
for her two companions' help even though they were mostly useless.  James
and Meowth had wandered off someplace and it was too late to go find them.

   Jessie began to wander in the direction of the enemy camp hoping against
hope that someone would come out and she would have to postpone her plans.
Besides the twerp and his friends there was Gary Oak to worry about.  She
was surprised to see the two camping together.  The word was that they were
bitter rivals.  There would be no time to recite the Team Rocket mantra
before the alert was given.  Besides, it would look and sound dumb trying
to do it by herself.

   Before she realized it Jessie was at the edge of camp.  Warily she
started creeping stealthily around.  There wasn't any sound of activity
that she could detect.  Everyone seemed fast asleep.  She could even hear
someone snoring.  The girl started to get some of her confidence back. 
Here she was in the middle of camp and she hadn't been challenged.  This
might be easy.  In fact, there was the twerp with his backpack right beside
him and he was fast asleep.

   Jessie knew Pikachu didn't sleep in a Pokeball but he wasn't in sight.
Maybe she was walking into a trap but now that she was here Jessie decided
to grab the twerp's backpack and slip back out of the camp.  If she was
caught it wouldn't be any different from the countless times she'd been
caught before with the notable exception of the last time with that Spermy.
Yeah, once she had all the Pokeballs she'd take a blowtorch to the one
containing Spermy.  That'd show them.

   Jessie reached over and gently lifted up the backpack taking care not to
disturb Ash.  He looked so young and sweet lying there asleep.  Jessie was
suddenly feeling very maternal and no longer wished to visit physical
injury on the boy.  He was so naďve.  It would be better if he was back
home with his mother instead of out in this cold, cruel world.  Now to just
slip back out of camp and she'd be safe.  Unless, of course...

   Jessie couldn't believe her luck.  Gary was snoozing away as soundly as
Ash.  As with Ash, Gary slept with the backpack containing his Pokeballs
right beside him.  Now Jessie had two trainers' Pokemon and she'd get all
the credit.  James and Meowth hadn't helped a bit and besides, they
probably would have screwed it up by now anyway.  She had saved her job
with Team Rocket while her erstwhile colleagues would be in the
unemployment lines.

   Jessie finally heard a sound and looked up, startled.  She saw a small
something coming out of the larger tent.  Perfect!  Just who she wanted to
see.  This was the opportunity to take care of one last piece of unfinished
business.  "You!" she cried.  "Now, I've got you!" Jessie lifted up her
boot to crush the life out of Spermy.

   "Spermy!" Spermy cried.  "Spermy spermy spermy spermy!" With a surge of
panic and adrenalin Spermy brought to bear all the mind control powers he
could muster.  His life depended on it.  Just in time Jessie's boot stopped
inches from Spermy's body.

   "Darn!" Jessie cried.  Something was wrong.  She couldn't bring her foot
down.  Now Spermy was getting away.  Oh, no!  Jessie was now hearing a
voice inside her head.  It was a voice that was both familiar and
irresistible.

   "Spermy," said Spermy.

   "No!  Please, no!  Don't make me!"

   "Spermy!" Spermy commanded.

   "M-my panties.  They're brand new.  Can't I at least take them off
first?"

   "Spermy," said Spermy more calmly.

   With great reluctance but knowing she had no choice, Jessie lifted her
skirt and removed her panties before lying back on the ground and spreading
her legs.  She could feel Spermy crawling up between her legs just like
last time.  Jessie expected Spermy to put that awful stuff inside her
again. Gosh!  It had run down the inside of her thighs for hours.  No, this
time it was worse.  He was making her cum repeatedly.  The pretty teenager
wept tears of humiliation even as she gasped with pleasure.

   Spermy considered the night's earlier activities work while this was
play.  Since Jessie was already well on her way to motherhood there wasn't
any need to inseminate her again.  He hooked up a mental hotline to the
pleasure center of Jessie's brain and started stimulating her clitoris.  It
worked like magic.  Thirty or 40 more of these mind-blowing orgasms and she
wouldn't soon forget this night.  When Spermy finally stopped he whispered
more instructions into Jessie's ear.  The young woman nodded in
understanding, got up and walked away.

   As Jessie got further away Spermy's influence began to fade and she
began to run as if her life depended on it.  Spermy had ordered her to
leave the backpacks alone and not come back.  In an unseen act of defiance
the girl had palmed one of the Pokeballs, a trick learned in her
shoplifting days.  She now held the Pokeball in her hand wondering what
kind of Pokemon it held.  It didn't matter.  The Pokemon would be her
parting gift to the boss when he fired her.  Darn!  She'd forgotten her
panties.  Double darn!

   "Did you get anything?  What happened?" James and Meowth were back at
the camp when Jessie returned.

   "I don't wish to discuss it," Jessie snapped.

   "She failed again," said James not without sympathy and Meowth nodded
agreement.

   Spermy triggered a Pokeball and out popped Charizard.

   "Charizard," said Charizard.

   Spermy quickly explained the situation and the need to have a guard for
the rest of the night.  Spermy was too small, Pikachu couldn't be found
plus he didn't want to wake the humans.

   "Charizard," said Charizard agreeing to stand guard the rest of the
night.  Nothing would get past him.

   "Spermy," said Spermy.  He was exhausted and would like nothing better
than to crawl into his Pokeball and get some rest.

   "Charizard?"

   "Spermy." Well, the word was out about Spermy's talent and they all
wanted in on the action.  Despite Brock's knowledge of Pokemon breeding he
didn't seem to have any practical experience.  Not one of the other Pokemon
had gotten laid since joining Ash, Brock and Misty.  Even Psyduck was
feeling extra horny.  It looked like Spermy had his work cut out for him.

   Ash couldn't believe what he woke up to.  After getting an edited
explanation from Charizard he woke up everyone else.  He and Gary quickly
did an inventory.

   "I can't believe I didn't wake up with what was happening," said Ash.

   "Me neither," said Gary.  "It looks like you came out better than I did.
My Pikachu got out of her Pokeball last night and some wild Pikachu must
have gotten to her.  Now all she wants to do is leave and build a nest. 
She won't fight any more and so she's completely useless to me.  I might as
well let her go," he added disgustedly.

   "Maybe it was my Pikachu," said Ash half hoping Pikachu had got some
tail.

   "Not a chance," said Gary.  "A doe won't breed with a buck she's beaten
in a fight."

   "Pika," Pikachu said as sadly as he could.

   "What else did you lose?"

   "I lost a Pokemon completely."

   "I'm sorry," said Ash sincerely.  "I hope it wasn't one of your
important Pokemon."

   "Actually, no but I was saving it for you."

   "Really?  What kind of Pokemon?"

   "I want to capture another so it'll have to remain a surprise.  Let's
pack up, girls."

   "Yes, darling," they chorused.  Gary looked puzzled at their adoring
faces but didn't say anything.  They had never called him that before. 
What he didn't notice was the girls eyeing each other suspiciously.

   "The boss will see you now," said his executive secretary.  She led the
three into his suite of luxurious offices where he was standing with
another man unknown to them.

   "Come in, you three," he said in a not unfriendly tone.  "How are you?"

   "We're fine, Boss," Jessie answered nervously.  This wasn't exactly how
they had anticipated things.  He was usually yelling at them by the time
they walked through the door.  James and Meowth didn't say a thing.  James
looked like he was going to faint.

   "Jessie, I'd like you to meet Dr.  Tanaka.  He's going to take you to
Employee Health and run some tests on you."

   "But why, Boss?  I feel fine," she declared in a panic.  She looked
accusingly at her two partners.  James had his usual blank stare but Meowth
was doing his innocent act.

   "Let's just say I've heard differently," said Giovanni, their boss. 
From what he'd heard from his spies coupled with what Meowth had told
him... well, it wouldn't hurt to check things out.  "Please go with Dr. 
Tanaka." It was not a request.

   Jessie shrugged her shoulders and followed Dr.  Tanaka out a side door.
As she passed Giovanni's desk Jessie placed the Pokeball she'd stolen the
night before on it.  The Pokemon thief was very pleased by the startled
looks she received from James and Meowth.  She was glad she'd kept that
from them.  They would have insisted on sharing credit.

   "Let's see what kind of Pokemon Jessie brought us, shall we?" Finally,
some results from these clowns.  Giovanni popped open the Pokeball and a
little black and white furry creature appeared.

   "Stenchreek," it said.

   Giovanni broke out into a sweat.  He'd never seen a Stenchreek but he'd
certainly heard of them.  They were fairly innocuous creatures but they had
a powerful defense.  If startled or attacked, Stenchreeks emitted the most
noxious odor known.  "What a nice little fellow," Giovanni said pleasantly.
"I'm very pleased to meet you.  Would you like to jump back into your
Pokeball?  I have a very nice home for you far away from here."

   James and Meowth had been thoroughly unimpressed when the Stenchreek
popped out of the Pokeball but since he seemed glad to have it they wanted
to share in the glory, too.  "We helped catch it," they shouted in unison.

   From far down the hall Jessie heard shouts of rage and screams of panic.
Oh, well she thought.  At least it had nothing to do with her this time.



   ------

   Chapter 3

   "What did you say?" shrieked Jessie.

   "You're pregnant," said Giovanni.  "The tests confirm it."

   "But that's impossible," wailed the distraught Pokémon thief.  "I've
never...  I mean I haven't...  The only man...  Oh darn!  Where's James?"
demanded Jessie.  "I'll kill him!" James was the only possible culprit.  He
must have done the deed while she was asleep.  It was strange how she
hadn't been wakened.  James must have drugged her.

   "It wasn't James," said her boss.  "I assure you."

   "But who?" demanded Jessie.

   "I know this will be difficult for you to believe," explained Giovanni.
"In fact, I find it rather difficult to believe.  But based on our
information you were impregnated by the Pokémon, Spermy."

   "Spermy?" the young woman screamed.  "You mean I'm going to be giving
birth to a Pokémon?" She shrieked once more and fell back into a faint.

   When the unfortunate young woman came to she heard Dr.  Tanaka saying,
"Please be gentle with her.  She's in a very delicate condition."

   "I know," said Giovanni.  "I'm doing my best." Jessie's groan signaled
that she was awake once again and her boss decided to try once again. 
"Well, young lady, there's certainly no worry about giving birth to a
Pokémon.  I'm sure it will be a baby Jessie or perhaps an Ash Junior.

   "An Ash Junior?" cried Jessie.  "Do you mean Ash Ketchum?  He had that
Pokémon attack me knowing I might get pregnant?  I'll kill him!"

   "That's not clear at all," said Giovanni.  "From what we know a Spermy
is uncontrollable and pretty much does what it likes.  This one escaped
from the laboratory that developed it.  I'm unsure how Ash Ketchum captured
it."

   "Save me all the technical stuff," Jessie replied.  "All I know is that
when I meet up with Spermy again I'll kill him!"

   Dr.  Tanaka shrugged his shoulders.  "Pregnant women can be very
emotional."

   Giovanni nodded in understanding, silently giving thanks for his
decision to remain a lifelong bachelor.  "You can take Spermy off your hit
list, Jessie.  My spies tell me that Spermy was sent to Professor Oak after
your last fiasco in Celadon City.  It died just last night."

   "That's a dirty lie!" shouted Jessie.  "In fact, I came this close to
killing that blob of goo the night before we arrived here," she claimed
holding her thumb and forefinger a couple of centimeters apart.

   "What!" This was indeed astounding news.  Giovanni's spies never gave
him unconfirmed information.  If Spermy were still with Ash Ketchum it
would be an easy thing to steal--if he had someone competent to help out.
"Are you absolutely certain of this?" Giovanni demanded.  "You must have
been imagining it."

   "I know what I know," insisted Jessie.  There was no way she was going
to relate the humiliating experience Spermy put her through.  On top of
that she'd lost her panties again.  "All I know is that I'm going out to
find Spermy and when I find him I'll..."

   "...  kill him!" chorused Giovanni and Dr.  Tanaka.

   "That's right!" the young Pokémon thief affirmed.  "Where are James and
Meowth?  I'll need their help."

   "They're on special assignment and unavailable," said Giovanni
cryptically.  After being sprayed by Stenchreek, Team Rocket's chief sent
James and Meowth to a distant Pokémon breeding facility.  Their special
assignment was to muck out Pokémon cages for the rest of their natural
lives if Giovanni had any say in it.  Fortunately, Nurse Joy had a special
soap that deodorized other Pokémon and people unlucky enough to raise the
ire of a Stenchreek.  Unfortunately, the soap didn't work on his
luxuriously appointed office which had to be boarded up and sealed off from
the rest of the building.

   "I'll do it myself, then."

   "You'll do no such thing," declared Giovanni.  Spermy would be a crown
jewel to his collection and he didn't need a vengeance-seeking nut case
like Jessie trying to kill the rare and valuable Pokémon.  He'd send
Cassidy and Butch to steal the Pokémon but he'd have to keep that a secret
from Jessie.  He tried to put it reasonably.  "You're an expectant mother
now and we don't want you taking on any risky assignments that might
endanger your health or that of your unborn child.  You're officially off
field duty as of right now.  Take a short vacation and report back here for
an office assignment.  If you're seen anywhere near Ash Ketchum, you'll
regret it."

   "But..."

   "That's an order!" Giovanni barked.

   Dr.  Tanaka held up a sheet of paper.  "You have an appointment with
your obstetrician in 20 minutes." Jessie held out her hand and took the
paper.  The young Pokémon thief had been half hoping that this had been
part of an elaborate joke but no one was laughing.  She really was going to
be a mother.

   "My name is Jessie and I'm here for my appointment," she said to the
receptionist when she arrived at the obstetrician's office.

   "And your last name?"

   Jessie thought for a moment.  "Ketchum," she finally said.  "Mrs.  Ash
Ketchum."

   Ash Ketchum shuddered visibly and turned a deathly pale.

   "Pikachu?"

   "I dunno.  I feel all right now, I think," Ash said to his furry friend.

   "You don't look all right," declared a concerned Misty.  "You look as if
someone just walked over your grave."

   "I just haven't been getting enough sleep lately," said the young
Pokémon trainer.  "I'm going to bed right after we set up camp."

   "That was a tough tournament we just went through," said Brock.  "I say
we all need some extra rest and this place looks as good as any."

   Ash nodded in agreement.  He did have a tough time with his matches but
it wasn't because the competitors were that much tougher.  The Pokémon
trainer blamed it on a lack of concentration on his part.  His Pokémon
fought as hard as ever but Ash made some bad coaching decisions and he
almost got eliminated in the first round.

   Fortunately, his Pokémon were pretty experienced and won despite some
mistakes that might have been expected from a less experienced trainer. 
Certainly not from someone who had earned as many gym badges as Ash.  That
night raid by Team Rocket's Jessie had really shaken everyone up.  Now
everyone was imagining Team Rocket hiding behind every little tree and bush
ready to sneak up on them while they were all asleep and steal their
Pokémon.  They had tried taking turns standing guard at night but that just
exhausted everyone for the following day.

   Even when Ash was able to sleep his slumber kept being disturbed by
dreams of erotic conquest with the ten year old lying between a pretty
girl's thighs and shoving his prick in and out of her tight pussy.  He
imagined that it felt pretty good but he was uncertain because of his
continued virginal state.  Ash hardly ever dreamed about Pokémon any more
and he was afraid he was losing his competitive edge.

   Then there was the problem of Misty.  She was Ash's friend, antagonist,
companion and advisor all at once.  The problem was that Ash's feelings
about Misty had been changing lately.  The young trainer was afraid he was
beginning to like Misty more than just as a friend which was pretty stupid
thought Ash.  After all he was just ten years old.  No one thought about
girls like that at his age yet fully half his dreams included Misty as his
sex partner.  He wondered how Misty became so much more interesting lately
than just a few weeks before.  The young Pokémon trainer hoped it was just
a temporary phase.  Misty was being bitchy one moment and nice the next
moment and most of the time he didn't know where he stood with her.  Ash
sighed in frustration.

   Misty was afraid she was beginning to like Ash more than just a friend
which was pretty stupid thought the young girl.  After all, Ash was just
ten years old and Misty was twelve, almost thirteen years old.  Misty
thought Ash had a lot of boyfriend potential but that was in the far
future. Besides, Ash was too much into Pokémon to pay any attention to her.
Misty was afraid she was going to make a fool of herself but she just
couldn't seem to help it.  The young beauty was tempted to just forget
about Ash ever replacing her bike and go home.  Misty sighed in
frustration.

   Spermy had initially decided to allow Ash and Misty come together
naturally which was a stupid thought as it turned out.  He could tell the
two cared for and were attracted to each other but that didn't mean
anything when it came to human relationships.  It might take years for the
two of them to commit to one another or it might not happen at all.  Spermy
didn't have that much patience.  He started to use his mental powers to
accelerate the courting and mating process humans valued so much but if
something didn't happen soon he would go ahead and breed the girl himself.
Spermy sighed in frustration.

   ------

   "Hi, Jessie.  I haven't seen you in a while," said a voice behind the
young woman.  Jessie turned around and looked.  The person speaking was
Cassidy.  Standing beside her was Butch, her partner.  Cassidy and Butch
were fellow members of Team Rocket.  Cassidy was also Jessie's main
competitor in the world of Pokémon thievery.  Jessie and Cassidy hated each
other's guts.

   "Oh hello, Cassidy," said Jessie.  That girl was the last person she
ever wanted to see given all that happened.

   "You're looking absolutely beautiful lately, girl.  There seems to be a
glow about you."

   "Why, thank you." That was nice of her to say.

   "Are you gaining weight?"

   "N-no, why do you ask?  I went for a physical just this morning and I
weigh the same as always."

   "I'm not sure.  Something is different about you.  You look fuller
somehow.  Maybe your hair is falling out.  That sometimes happens to
pregnant women."

   "What!" Jessie shrieked.  Her hands flew to her head and she rushed to
the nearest ladies room to check her hair.

   Cassidy smiled triumphantly.  If there was one thing Jessie was vain
about it was her hair.  "Wait here," she told Butch and followed Jessie
into the ladies room.  As expected Jessie was frantically examining her
image in the mirror.

   "I don't see anything wrong with my hair," said Jessie as the other girl
walked up to her.

   "It was just my way of confirming a rumor that's been floating around
Team Rocket headquarters: you're pregnant."

   "I don't know what you're talking about," Jessie fumed.  "It's all a
lie."

   "Who's the father?"

   "None of your business," snapped the young Pokémon thief and then
blushed when she realized she'd been tricked again.

   "Well, the betting isn't on James.  Nobody's sure if he'd know what to
use or what hole to stick it in even if he did know what to use.  Are you
saying you don't know who knocked you up?"

   "I do so know who the father is.  It's...  just leave me alone!"

   "Gladly, darling," said Cassidy.  "I can't stick around anyway.  Butch
and I have an appointment with the boss in a few minutes.  I think he wants
us to clean up another one of James' and your screw-ups."

   Which screw-up is she talking about?  wondered Jessie after her
competition left.  There were plenty to choose from but they all seemed to
have something to do with Ash Ketchum and his Pikachu.  She and James had
invested a lot of time and trouble in trying to steal that boy's Pokémon
and Jessie didn't appreciate Cassidy and Butch poaching in their territory.
Besides, they hadn't had any better luck with the twerp than Jessie and
James.  Well, the boss' new office wasn't quite as secure as the old one.
It would be no problem for a girl as sneaky as Jessie to eavesdrop on their
conversation.

   "What's a Spermy, boss?  I've never heard of them," said Butch.

   "I'm not surprised.  I didn't hear about them myself until quite
recently.  It's a psychic Pokémon created in a lab using genetic
engineering techniques.  There's one presently in the possession of Ash
Ketchum.  I want it."

   "Ash Ketchum, huh?  What about his Pikachu?" said Cassidy.

   "Forget about his Pikachu for now.  Spermy is priority.  If you succeed
you'll both be amply rewarded." He handed her a file folder.  "This will
detail everything you need to know."

   "Don't worry, boss.  We'll get this Spermy.  With Jessie having babies
and James and Meowth shoveling Pokémon poop they won't be around to
interfere with us."

   "By the way, under no circumstances are you to mention any of this to
Jessie.  I know of your tendency to gloat, Cassidy."

   Cassidy had the grace to blush.  "She won't hear a peep out of me,
boss," she vowed.

   What's this about James and Meowth, wondered Jessie.  She hadn't heard
anything about it.  Well, that wasn't important.  What concerned the young
Pokemon thief were Cassidy and Butch going after Spermy.  She wasn't going
to put up with that.  If they succeeded Spermy would be under Giovanni's
protection and out of her reach.  Then she couldn't get her revenge.

   Jessie swore to herself that she would stop her fellow Team Rocket
members somehow but she was under orders to stay away from Ash and his
friends.  She took Giovanni's warning seriously.  Jessie could think of
only one way to solve her dilemma.

   ------

   "Pikachu?" whispered Pikachu in Ash's ear.

   "Yes, I'm spying on her again." It was naughty but that's exactly what
Ash was doing: watching Misty bathe in a nearby stream.

   "Pika pika."

   "What!  Are you crazy?  I can't go over there and join her.  She'd kill
me."

   "Pika Pikachu?"

   "No, it's not breeding season.  Humans don't have breeding seasons and I
don't want to breed with Misty." Ash wasn't sure he told the truth but he
was getting really uncomfortable trying to answer Pikachu's questions.

   "Pikachu?"

   "I don't know," said the flustered Pokémon trainer.  "Go ask Brock. 
He's the breeding expert."

   "Pika," Pikachu said finally and scampered away.  Humans were sure hard
to figure.  He didn't believe Ash for a minute when he said humans didn't
have breeding seasons.  How could there be so many humans if they didn't
breed?

   Misty knew Ash was spying on her again but she was doing her best to
ignore him.  That was hard to do since Ash and Pikachu seemed to be arguing
with each other in the bushes with Ash raising his voice at times.  It
wasn't the first time Ash spied on Misty.  The first time she caught him
Misty gave the boy a black eye.  That stopped him for a while but then the
spying continued and the young girl learned to tolerate it.

   Misty finally realized she didn't mind Ash watching her any more.  The
fact was she was showing off to him.  Of course, there wasn't much to show
off.  Her tits were still very small and the girl wasn't sure if or when
they'd grow any larger.  Well, what her tits lacked in size they more than
made up in sensitivity.  Misty could make herself cum with just a few
gentle caresses.  She blushed when she caught herself imagining Ash
caressing her tits.  Darn!  Misty wondered if she was losing her mind.

   "Mr.  Mime?" said Mr.  Mime.

   "Hello, may I please speak to the lady of the house?"

   "Mr.  Mime," said Mr.  Mime.  He left briefly to return with an
attractive lady.

   "Yes, may I help you?" the lady asked in a friendly voice.

   "Mrs.  Ketchum?"

   "Yes, I'm Mrs.  Ketchum."

   "My name is Jessie.  You may have heard of me.  I'm with Team Rocket."

   "Oh, my goodness," she squeaked.  "Of course, I've heard of you.  I'm
afraid I don't have any Pokémon for you to steal today...  except maybe Mr.
Mime." She looked apologetic.

   "Mr.  Mime!" Mr.  Mime cried out in alarm and started to back away.

   "Please don't worry, Mrs.  Ketchum.  I'm not here to steal any Pokemon."

   "Mr.  Mime," sighed Mr.  Mime in relief and went on with his
housecleaning chores.

   "I came," Jessie continued, "to warn you about a dastardly plot to steal
your son's Pokémon.  It's a plot so dastardly my partners and I have
refused to participate."

   "Oh, my goodness," Mrs.  Ketchum squeaked.  "We've got to call Professor
Oak."

   ------

   "There they are," said Cassidy as she peered through her binoculars at
their quarry's campsite.

   "I see them," Butch replied taking a turn on spying on the trio of
Pokemon trainers.  "I don't see Spermy though."

   "Well, duh!  He's pretty small, you know.  We'll have to get a lot
closer to see him at all."

   "And how do we do that?" Butch inquired.

   "I say we sneak up on them as close as possible and use Irritate.  He's
devastating at close range." Irritate was a psychic Pokémon.  He had the
ability to force his enemy into getting angry and making dumb mistakes. 
This created delays that allowed Irritate to escape his enemy or launch a
different attack.  Its favorite attack was called Dissension.  It was very
effective against Pokémon and their trainers causing arguments and
bickering among its opponents.  "Irritate, I choose you," the attractive
thief called and threw her Pokéball.

   "Irritate," said Irritate as he materialized.  Cassidy pointed at the
group of campers about a hundred meters away and said, "Dissension attack,
stealth mode."

   "Irritate," Irritate said in agreement and floated off.  Stealth mode
was a favorite of Irritate's.  Both humans and Pokémon would start fighting
and be at each others' throats without knowing the cause of their
unhappiness once he launched his attack.  Cassidy and Butch followed close
behind.

   "I need some help over here with dinner.  One of you come help me," said
Brock.

   "You do it, Misty," said Ash.

   "Excuse me?" Misty replied.  "I don't recall seeing your legs or arms
broken.  Why don't you help Brock?"

   "What's your problem?" snapped Ash.

   "My problem is you giving me orders like you're the boss or something."

   "Well, I am the one with all the gym badges," said Ash breezily.  "I
didn't realize you were on the rag today," the young Pokemon trainer
murmured under his breath."

   "I heard that!  I'm not what you said," the angry redhead replied.

   "Pikachu!"

   "And you keep out of this, fur ball!" Misty added heatedly.

   "You can't talk to Pikachu like that," Ash shouted.

   "I can talk any way I want to anybody I want," Misty retorted.

   "Why don't you two...  ," Brock began.

   "Shut the fuck up," Ash and Misty shouted in unison.

   "Pika!  Pika!" Pikachu warned.  Just one more word from anyone and
I'll...  The electric Pokémon didn't know why he was so angry but he was
aching for a fight.  His hackles were raised and static electricity started
crackling around his body in readiness for an attack.

   "Spermy?" said Spermy who had just awakened from a nap and didn't know
what was going on.  He sat on Ash's shoulder and looked around.

   "PI-KA-CHUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Huge bolts of lightning shot out of the
tiny Pikachu body hitting all within the radius of the small encampment. 
The only ones protected were the Pokémon still within their Pokéballs. 
Spermy got the worst of it being the smallest.  He uttered a weak cry and
seemed to dissolve into nothingness.  Ash, Misty and Brock collapsed into
unconsciousness.

   "Great job, Irritate!" shouted Cassidy as she rushed into the
encampment. "I thought I saw Spermy right...  oh darn!" She pointed at a
little grease spot on Ash's shoulder that was all that was left of Spermy.
"Pikachu killed Spermy."

   "Pikachu?" said Pikachu as he came out of his trance.  Did someone say
he'd killed Spermy?  "Pika!" Impossible!

   "It's not impossible," Cassidy replied.  "Just take a look."

   "Pikachu!" the electric Pokémon replied.  "Where are you, Spermy?  I
didn't mean it.  I'm sorry." The distraught animal frantically searched for
his friend but all he could find was the grease stain on Ash's shoulder
where he'd last seen Spermy.  "Pika," he said at last when he realized what
Cassidy said was true.  He'd killed Spermy and now Pikachu wanted to die
too.

   "What are we going to do now?" Butch wailed.  "The boss is going to be
pissed."

   "Well, it wasn't our fault, was it?  These two got into a fight and one
killed the other, right?"

   "That's right," Butch agreed.  "We just happened along when we saw them
fighting and that's exactly what we'll tell Giovanni."

   "Exactly, we'll just have to console the boss with all these other
Pokémon." Cassidy started gathering up the unfortunate trio's rucksacks
containing their Pokémon-filled Pokéballs.  Pikachu didn't even resist when
Cassidy picked him up also.  He was too overcome with grief to worry or
care about what happened to him.

   It wasn't too long after Team Rocket's Cassidy and Butch left the scene
before Ash opened his eyes and said, "Spermy." But it wasn't Ash who was
speaking.  It was Spermy.  What's going on here?  Spermy wondered the same
thing.  The last thing he remembered was Pikachu's voice and a brilliant
flash of light.  Then he woke up...  in Ash's body.

   The shock from Pikachu's attack must have pushed Spermy into a third
level of evolution...  a level which neither he nor the scientists which
developed him anticipated or were even aware of.  This third level allowed
Spermy to merge with another's body and take control of that entity. 
Spermy could tell Ash was still unconscious and would probably remain so
while Spermy occupied him but at the same time Spermy had all the sensory
perceptions of the young boy.  Was this a permanent condition?  Spermy
certainly hoped not but he didn't want to try leaving Ash's body just yet.
There were things he wanted to do and the boy's body would come in handy.

   Spermy's senses told him that they had all been subject to a psychic
attack.  If he hadn't been taking a nap at the time of the attack he
certainly would have detected it; perhaps even in time to prevent it.  The
Pokéballs had been looted and the attackers escaped in a northerly
direction.  He could still feel the psychic vibrations of the Pokémon that
attacked them, an Irritate most likely.  He could follow them in the dark
just by following the Irritate's psychic trail.

   Brock and Misty were still unconscious.  It was just as well.  They
wouldn't be able to help him without their Pokémon.  He'd have to do it
himself.  Ash's face broke into a grin when Spermy realized what he just
observed.  Misty was still unconscious.  Perhaps it was time to do
something he'd wanted to do for a long time.  A brief delay in pursuit of
the miscreants would be in order.  Spermy bent down and knelt beside
Misty's unconscious form.  The hands Spermy controlled began to caress the
long legs of the red-headed lass beneath him.  Misty groaned and seemed to
be aware that something was wrong.  "Spermy spermy," said Spermy.  Sleep
little one.  This is just a dream and you will remember it as a dream when
you awake, a lovely dream which is making you extremely horny.  He sent a
suggestion to Brock that would keep him unconscious until he was finished
with business.

   Spermy decided this was an opportunity to breed Misty.  He would use
Ash's body and experience what human beings experienced during sex.  It
should prove interesting.  The Pokémon realized he just acquired even more
powers when he evolved this last time.  Not only could he manipulate minds
but now he could manipulate bodies; the body which he now occupied for
example.

   A bit of concentration on Spermy's part allowed him to lengthen and
thicken Ash's prick.  Any adult human male would be the proud possessor of
this much larger than average baby maker.  The boy's gonads began producing
millions of virile sperm cells.  A quick scan of Misty's body told him a
mature egg was already making its way down her fallopian tubes.  Perfect!
Spermy suppressed an urge to enlarge the girl's tits to nice handfuls.  He
would allow pregnancy and child birth to do that.  It was the work of a
moment to let down Misty's red suspenders and blue shorts.  Her panties
came off next and the wispy red hairs covering her vulva were exposed.  The
Pokémon-controlled boy mounted his young friend and penetrated her with one
thrust.  "It hurts, Ash," Misty complained aloud even though she remained
unconscious and still thought it was a dream.

   "Spermy, spermy," Spermy replied.  The pain is going away and you will
experience love and guiltless pleasure.  The Pokémon programmed several
orgasms into Misty's mind just to emphasize the point and began to fuck
Misty in earnest.  The sensation Spermy was experiencing was fantastic.  If
this was what is was like when humans fucked he wondered why they didn't do
it every day and all day long.  Spermy, in his own body, had no such
sensations.  He knew it was a very inefficient way of breeding but he knew
he'd be using Ash's body for a lot more fucking if he could get away with
it.  That is, if he could hijack the boy's body at will.

   "I love you, Ash," Misty called out as a particularly intense orgasm
coursed through her body.

   "Spermy," said Spermy.  I love you too.  A few minutes later a torrent
of sperm-laden semen was flooding Misty's reproductive system and the girl
was successfully bred.  Spermy wanted to admire his handiwork but time was
getting short and he didn't want the Pokémon thieves to escape.  He quickly
cleaned up Misty and put her clothing back in order.

   Pikachu had no desire to escape the little cage Cassidy had placed him
in when Team Rocket set up camp.  They could do anything they wanted to
him; kill him even.  The furry yellow Pokémon just didn't care.  He thought
he had killed Spermy.  A death during a battle between Pokémon was
extremely rare and usually attributable to some kind of fluke.  It was
usually no one's fault but Pikachu knew Spermy's death was entirely his
fault.  He had no business using that type of attack.  Why couldn't I have
controlled myself?  Pikachu decided he would starve himself to death to
atone for Spermy's death.  There was no other way.

   "Spermy," a psychic voice whispered inside Pikachu's head.

   "Pikachu," Pikachu replied.  Oh, Spermy, you've already come to haunt
me. I deserve it.  I'm sorry I killed you.  It was an accident but that's
no excuse for what I did.

   "Spermy," Spermy interrupted.  You didn't kill me.

   "Pika." Oh, yes I did.  "I saw what was left of you; just a grease stain
on Ash's shoulder."

   "Spermy." Oh, no you didn't.

   "Pika." Did.

   "Spermy." Didn't.

   "Pika." Did.

   "Spermy, spermy!" said an exasperated Spermy.  Shut up and listen, you
little yellow fur ball.  Pikachu listened but didn't like being
contradicted by a ghost and being called a little yellow fur ball least of
all.  Spermy proceeded to tell Pikachu what happened and the plan on
freeing him and the rest of the Pokémon.

   "Pika!" Pikachu was finally convinced that Spermy was indeed alive and
cried happily when he saw Ash wave at him from behind a tree.

   "Did you say something, Pikachu?" Cassidy asked.

   "Pika," Pikachu replied.

   "Oh, I thought you did."

   "Spermy!" Quiet or you'll ruin everything.  Now, first we get rid of the
one called Butch.  I have business with the one called Cassidy.

   "Pikachu," Pikachu called out in a plaintive manner.  He held out his
front paws and put on his saddest expression.

   "Oh, look at that, Butch.  Pikachu wants to be picked up."

   "Be careful, Cassidy.  He might be trying to escape."

   "Pikachu."

   "I don't think so," Cassidy replied.  "We're your new friends, aren't we
Pikachu?" The attractive Pokémon thief unlocked Pikachu's and took him in
her arms.

   "Pika," said Pikachu happily and snuggled his head into the young
woman's bosom.

   "He's really being loving, Butch and look; he wants to be held by you
too."

   "Pikachu," cried Pikachu and held out his paws again.

   "You want me to be your new trainer?" Butch's ego allowed him to lay
aside his natural caution as he took Pikachu from his Team Rocket partner.
"I'll be more than happy to train you."

   "Pika," said Pikachu in an entirely different tone of voice that sent a
shiver through the young man's body.  It was already too late. 
"PI-KA-CHUUUU!" the electric Pokémon cried and attacked Butch with a
thunderbolt that sent him blasting off on a solo flight.

   "I told you so!" Butch screamed as he soared out of sight to a crash
landing somewhere out over the horizon.  Cassidy recognized treachery when
she saw it since she was so treacherous herself.  She grabbed a Pokéball
and threw it.

   "Irritate!  I choose you!"

   "Squirtle!" said the Pokémon that materialized out of the Pokéball.

   "Oops!" said Cassidy.  She had thrown the wrong Pokéball.  It was Ash
Ketchum's Squirtle.

   "Squirtle." Who am I fighting?

   "Pikachu." The one behind you.  Just drown the bitch.  Squirtle obliged
by sending a torrent of water spewing out of his mouth and knocking Cassidy
flat on her back.  The stunned and soaked Pokémon thief looked up and saw
Ash Ketchum kneeling beside her.

   "How did you find us, you...  uh, what do you think you're doing?  Leave
my panties alone, you nasty little boy!  You can't do this.  I'm a married
woman.  Eek!!!  Help!  Aieeeeee!!!  You're so big!"

   "Spermy," said Spermy.

   "What did you say?  You...  you're not Ash Ketchum.  You're Spermy!  How
did you get in there?" Spermy still wasn't sure so why should he try to
explain?  He just caused Ash's thrusts to increase in intensity so that
Cassidy couldn't concentrate on talking and just be quiet.  It worked to a
certain extent.  Cassidy could only grunt and groan as she was royally
fucked for several minutes before her womb was flooded with baby-making
sperm and succumbing to the most intense orgasm of her young life and
another successful breeding had taken place.

   "That was wonderful," Cassidy gasped.  "I mean...  you raped me.  How
dare you!  Uh, Ash isn't virile yet, is he Spermy?"

   "Spermy."

   "I was afraid you were going to say that.  What if I'm pregnant?"

   "Spermy."

   "That's easy for you to say.  I don't suppose you could ask Squirtle to
douche me out, would you?  Please?"

   "Spermy."

   "I was afraid you were going to say that too."

   The last thing Ash Ketchum remembered was bickering with Brock and Misty
and then Pikachu got involved in the spat and apparently zapped everyone.
His two human companions had just come back to consciousness also.  It was
already morning.  "Is everyone all right?"

   "I'm okay," said Brock.

   "I think so," said Misty.  Or am I all right thought the young girl. 
She had the most vivid dream.  It had to be a dream.  Ash wouldn't have
tried anything, would he?  It wasn't that she would have resisted if he had
wanted to because Misty wanted it too.  She felt embarrassed by having such
a naughty thought and had trouble looking at Ash directly.  Misty felt sore
in a very intimate area but she was certain it had something to do with
being thunder-shocked by Pikachu.

   "Hey, Pikachu!  Why did you zap us?  That wasn't very nice!"

   "Pikachu!  Pika pika pikachu," Pikachu explained.  He felt pleased that
the humans had sat up and listened to his story with rapt attention. 
Basically, it involved Pikachu spotting Team Rocket sneaking up on them and
in his haste to warn the group he'd zapped everyone by mistake but fought
off the miscreants with the help of Spermy and Squirtle.  It wasn't a story
made up on the spot.  Spermy, Squirtle and Pikachu had made up the story
once they had returned to camp and Spermy was able to leave Ash's body.

   Spermy took up the story from there and confirmed Pikachu's account.  He
explained the attack by Irritate which caused everyone to bicker with each
other.  Before leaving Cassidy, Spermy had hypnotized the young beauty
which would cause her sleep until morning.  She wouldn't forget anything.
Spermy wanted her to remember who the father of her expected child was.

   "Congratulations, Pikachu, Spermy and Squirtle!  You guys saved the
day," Ash said.  Brock and Misty quickly added their praise.

   "Pikachu," Pikachu said modestly.

   At the end of the day the group was able to check in at a Pokémon
Center. There was an urgent message from his mother for him to call home.
"Hi, Mom," said Ash when his mother's image appeared on the videophone
screen.  "Is everything all right?"

   "I've so worried about you, Ash," squeaked his mother.  "One of your
friends came to me and wanted to warn you about an imminent attack from
Team Rocket.  They want to steal all of your Pokémon."

   "Team Rocket, huh?  We dealt with those guys just last night, Mom.  They
didn't stand a chance." Thanks to Pikachu, Spermy and Squirtle Ash added
silently.  "Who's the friend who warned you?"

   "It was me, Ash," said Jessie who appeared on the screen next to his
mother.  "I'm so glad you escaped Cassidy and Butch.  I know that sounds
disloyal to fellow Team Rocket members but I really do owe my first loyalty
to you since I am carrying your child, Ash.  At first I was upset with you
for having Spermy impregnate me.  But then I realized you must love me or
you wouldn't have done it.  Well, it just made me love you in return.  I'll
be so happy to have your child and become Mrs.  Ash Ketchum.  Oh, I know
you're a little young yet and I'll have to wait a few years for you but I'm
so happy we're now engaged.  May I call you Mother now, Mrs.  Ketchum?  Oh
my goodness!  She's fainted!"

   "Pikachu," said Pikachu.  He reached over and broke the connection on
the videophone.  Ash couldn't have done it.  He had fainted too.

   How will Cassidy and Butch explain their failed mission to Giovanni? 
Will James and Meowth escape pooper scooper duty?  Will Jessie become Mrs.
Ash Ketchum or will Ash join a monastery?  Does Misty have plans of her own
for our hero?  The answers to these questions and others might be answered
in the next exciting adventure of Pokémon Ad Nauseam.

   "The condom must have leaked, Butch."

   "Oh, great!  What do we do now, Cassidy?"

   "That's easy to answer, darling.  We become parents."
   ------ To be continued...  ------