Wine, Handcuffs, and Mallets
By C-Dogg

All unoriginal material is (TM) and/or (C) Nintendo and all other owners, 
distributors, business partners, etc. No ownership is implied and no 
infringement is intended. I have asked no permission to use them and none has 
been granted. The plot belongs to me.

   The sun was just beginning to rise in the forest. Our fabulous four, 
Misty, Ash, Brock, and Pikachu, have just finished spending the night in he 
forest. Misty and Pikachu are still asleep but the day has just started for 
Brock and Ash, whom were both busy preparing for the joke of the century.
   "Are you sure she won't wake up?" the nervous Ash asked Brock. He nodded 
in response.
   "Misty is a heavy sleeper. You should be able to slip in with no problem." 
The gym leader whispered in response.
   Ash still wasn't quite convinced, but he decided to let all of his doubts 
leave him. "Let's do it." Ash undressed to his boxers. Brock handed him a 
pair of handcuffs. Ash slapped one side around his wrist and let the other 
half hang for now. Brock set down a half empty, or maybe half full, bottle of 
wine next to the sleeping redhead. He then set two wineglasses on their sides.
   "This is your last chance to back down, Ash." Brock told him. "Are you 
sure you want to do this?"
   "Definitely." The young trainer slipped into Misty's sleeping bag and 
attached the other end of the cuffs to her wrist. He nuzzled close to her, 
partly to keep warm, partly to get the full effect, and partly so Brock could 
take a picture.

*   *   *
Two hours later...

   "Jeez," Ash thought. "She really is a heavy sleeper."
   "Do you think she'll ever wake up?" he asked Brock.
   Finally, Misty began to awaken. She closed her eyes and attempted to 
stretch her arms but noticed that something restricted her movement. She 
looked down at her wrist. A handcuff? She followed the chain of the handcuff 
with her eyes and noticed the person attached to the other side. Ash? Her 
mind began to race and her heart pumped faster. She looked around to see the 
wine bottle and the two glasses.
   "Stay calm," she thought. "There has to be a reasonable explanation."
   "Hello there," Ash said. He kissed her on the cheek.
   An ear-piercing scream rang through the forest followed by a sickening 
thud. Misty removed her single-handedly swung mallet from the dent in the 
side of Ash's head. Brock took another picture and burst into laughter, 
almost falling off of the rock on which he sat.
   "What the hell are you laughing about?" Misty yelled.
   Brock answered between guffaws. "It was a joke...Ash and I...played...on 
you...Ash...slipped...into...your sleeping bag...and...put the handcuffs...on 
you." The tickled boy continued laughing, finally falling off of his rock.
   Misty's face turned red as a knot formed on her head. She pulled her arm 
away from Ash, ripping the connecting chain apart. The enraged girl pulled 
out he mallet and brought it down on Brock's head. She then proceeded to 
smash his camera into tiny pieces. "You two are sick!" Misty shouted.
   Brock would have the last laugh. His camera was a polaroid and both 
pictures were in his shirt.

The End

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