This is the Way We Freak Out Brock
by: Angelical Proportions

Angelical Proportions says:
I don't own Pokemon.  You should know that by now.  Oh, and, take in with caution that I am a sensible human being who only loves a good laugh as much as the next person.  Go on, read!  Don't worry, it's not what you think... or is it?
Meanwhile I'd been reading many "lemon false alarms" in AAMRNs.  I found them to be quite funny and thought, 'Hm.. maybe I should try one..'  He heh he...  Oh, yeah, I don't really think I should include a rating.  I believe that it all depends on what you *think* opposed to what I actually write.   ^_~



"Guys!  Dinner!"  Brock called up the stairs to inform Ash and Misty of the fresh pizza he'd set on the table.
No answer.
"Guys!"  Brock yelled again.
No answer.
"You better not be sleeping!"  Brock growled as he climbed the many stairs.
"...should warm it up first next time."  he heard Ash's voice muffled in the room.
An evil smirk approached Brock's face as he took his hand away from the doorknob and placed his ear gently on the door.
"All right.. fine"  Misty said sighed.
*I'm gonna go into voice mode here and every once in a while I'll switch.*

Ash:  You know, you really are good at this.
Misty:  I learn from my sisters... and, well... who knows where they learn it from...
Ash:  Mmm... that feels so good.
Misty:  Really?
Ash:  Yeah.  I never knew this could be so relaxing.
Misty:  I know.

Brock's jaw dropped.

Ash:  Oh, Misty,,, You're like a master at this!
Misty:  It's nothing really...
Ash:  I never knew this could be so fun!
Misty:  Yeah, I mean, I always watch other people doing it, but I never thought of it as fun.

Brock gasped and tore his ear away from the wall, but suspense got the best of him.  He listened in further.

Ash:  Can I try?
Misty:  Oh, sure.  That'd be great, I was getting kinda tired.
Ash:  Okay, now you lay down...

There was a silence...

Misty:  *gasp*  Ash, that was cold!
Ash:  Sorry... heh heh heh...
Misty:  Oh, that's good... just a bit lower...  Yeah, right there.  
Ash:  Here?
Misty:  Yeah.  Mmm... Ash, you're like a pro at this!
Ash:  Oh... uh... thanks.
Misty:  This feels really good.
Ash:  Maybe we could try this again tomorrow.
Misty:  If it's alway gonna be like this, any time would be great.

That was it!  Brock couldn't take it anymore!
"Stop this right now!"  Brock shouted as he burst through Ash's door.
"Huh?  Stop what?"  Ash asked, looking up from Misty's backside, which was covered in massaging oil.
"Uh... nevermind...  Pizza's ready if you guys wanna eat..."  Brock grinned nervously as he left the room.
"Guess I should trust those guys more..."  Brock mumbled as he walked down into the kitchen.


<<<<<Translation>>>>>

Ash:  (frustrated)  Why does Gary always have to win at everything?!
Misty:  He doesn't.
Ash:  I hate him...
Misty:  Think of him this way- if he wasn't your rival, what else would keep you going?
Ash:  That's an easy question!  You!
Misty:  Ash...  Ash, Ash, Ash...
Ash:  What?
Misty:  (thoughtfully)  ... have you ever had a massage?
Ash:  What's that?  Oh, no... not really.
Misty:  You wanna try one?
Ash:  Sure, I guess.
Misty grinned devilishly as she whipped out a bottle of massaging oil.



~~~~~End~~~~~
Well?  Whaddya think?
Oh, c'mon you hentais!  What did you think they was doin'?!  No way!  I'd never conduct a *real* lemon in my AAMRNs.  Sweet n' Simple.  Young love.  Ya know, that sort of stuff.  Heh he he... this story was just for kicks!   ^_^