Warnings:YOu may wish to run screaming, this is a fic with
Jedi/Pokemon hybrids. but i hope your feeling adventurous( hey
someof the IRC people liked it! and someone beta'd it!)
Spoilers: AU of TPM
Feedback Its my first ever, so please. TheImpatientOne@aol.com
Summary: In a really strange world, Jedi are hybrid with
Pokemon, knowledge of pokemon isn't really required yet, when
<if> i post that one, i'll include info.
Disclaimer: Jedi are Georges, Pokemon are nintendo's i belive.
THIS HAS POKEMON!!!!!!! AND SEX TOGETHER_, IF NOT QUITE POKEMON
HAVING SEX, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Council
JediPokemon#1
Regsnake ( Regan Mercer)
TheImpatientOne@aol.com
Obi-Chu had been dreading this moment ever since they got back
from Naboo. Why couldn't his Master listen to the council for
once? He loved him, but sometime his Master drove him CRAZY.
Sighing, Obi-Chu turned his attention back to the council
meeting and the argu... er... disagreement going on.
"Abrakin must be trained," Chari-Gon yelled to the council,
flipping his fiery tail about. "Master Venyoda if we don't
teach him team Sith will!"
"But student you have already Chari-Gon," said Yadloran
"I am ready to be on my own," interjected Obi-Chu, vehemently.
"That is for the council to decide young Obi-Chu," replied
Hitmacelee
"You are dismissed Chari-Gon, Obi-Chu; we will decide Abrakin's
fate later," proclaimed Depa Bulba. "For now, escort Amideen
back to Naboo!"
Chari-Gon spun on his heel storming out of the council room,
Obi-Chu only steps behind Chari-Gon strode into the quarters he
shared with his padawan, Obi-Chu flowing several steps behind,
having had to pick up his friend Bantacool after Chari-Gon ran
over her. Once in the room Obi-Chu turned to his master, "I
still think we should have left Abrakin on Tattoine with
Kangashmi. He is dangerous."
"You are too intolerant of the weaknesses of others Obi-Chu. I
wish you to meditate upon that tonight. Be ready in the morning
to escort Queen Amideen back to Naboo." With that Chari-Gon
moved into his bedroom and closed the door firmly behind him.
Obi-Chu moved into the padawan's room and kicked his old
bed--not only was the little whelp taking his master away, he
was taking Chari-Gon away from him too. Obi-Chu indulged
himself in a bout of crying before settling down to meditate.
Obi-Chu slid out of his meditation as the morning sun slipped
through his window, feeling no clearer than the night before.
He got up, stretching stiff muscles, to go and make breakfast
for himself and Chari-Gon. Obi-Chu looked at the clock and the
cooling breakfast, then knocked on Chari-Gon's door and raised
his voice slightly. "Breakfast is ready." He started to knock
again and the door opened, just in time for him to end up
knocking on Chari-Gon's chest. Obi-Chu was so startled he just
left his fist there, lying against Chari-Gon's chest. Chari-Gon
just stared at him until Obi-Chu realized he would have to
move.
Obi-Chu moved just enough for Chari-Gon to slip by. He moved
his hand out a little to brush against Chari-Gon, needing even
that much physical contact to reassure him that, at least for
now, Chari-Gon was still in his life. Chari-Gon started as he
felt the slight brush of Obi-Chu's hand against his groin and
felt some of Obi-Chu's emotions through the slight link that
created. He realized that he had made his padawan feel
neglected in just about every aspect of his life, and resolved
to fix it as soon as possible.
Chari-Gon watched as his padawan served him breakfast and then
moved to serve his own. Realizing the food had gotten cold
while he stayed holed up in his room, Chari-Gon asked Obi-Chu
why he hadn't eaten before he called Chari-Gon out.
"I'm sorry Master"
" What for padawan?"
"I..I..uh"
Chari-Gon reached out, placed his hands on Obi-Chu's head
avoiding his spiky, staticy hairs, and pushed against the link.
Obi-Chu relaxed a bit, grateful that at least he still cared,
and let Chari-Gon in. Chari-Gon examined Obi-Chu's thoughts and
realized he'd been so focused on getting the council to see his
point he'd forgotten to take time to talk it over with Obi-Chu,
which had left him feeling alone and abandoned at this
vulnerable stage in their relationship.
"Obi-Chu, you have not lost me either as a Master or as a
lover."
"But you haven't opened your mind to me or even touched me
since...."
"I know, and I'm sorry I was so focused I forgot to keep in
touch with the rest of the world." Chari-Gon scooted over and
pressed his lips against Obi-Chu's until Obi-Chu's lips opened
beneath him. Chari-Gon slid his large orange hands down
Obi-Chu's shoulders and ran them down his body until they
rested at his waist. Obi-Chu pulled Chari-Gon to him, erection
sliding out of its protective slit to brush against
Chari-Gon's. Obi-Chu rubbed against Chari-Gon, needing to be
surrounded by him. Chari-Gon caught Obi-Chu's thought and swept
him up in his arms, carrying him to the bedroom. He carefully
laid Obi-Chu down on the bed, running his hands down Obi-Chu's
side.
Obi-Chu reached for Chari-Gon, pulling him down on top of him
and running his small yellow hands down Chari-Gon's smooth
orange back. Chari-Gon moaned as he tried to keep most of his
weight off his padawan and devour his mouth at the same time.
Obi-Chu released his Master at Chari-Gon's mental prompting,
rolling over as he did so. Chari-Gon grabbed the lube off the
bedtable with the force as he rubbed his large orange hands
over Obi-Chu's silken back.
Chari-Gon used one hand to hold himself up as he prepared the
squirming Obi-Chu, relying on his years of control not to
simply take Obi-Chu as he yelled, " Chari-Gon, Master
Pleeeeease take me now!!!" Chari-Gon slipped one finger in and
worked it around until he felt Obi-Chu was ready for a second,
then added more lube and stroked the two fingers in and out
until Obi-Chu panted and begged, pleading for Chari-Gon to fill
him.
Chari-Gon decided that Obi-Chu was sufficiently prepared and
checked that he'd produced enough natural lubrication before
sliding his considerable cock into Obi-Chu. Chari-Gon moved in
and out slowly, resting his weight on his arms as he placed
them on either side of Obi-Chu's head He enveloped Obi-Chu in
his scent and the heat from his body as he carefully thrust in
and out. Opening his mind, he showed Obi-Chu how much he loved
him, how much he loved worshiping him like this, how much
closer he felt to the living force wrapped around Obi-Chu like
this.
Obi-Chu responded by showing his master the pleasure he found
in this act, and how safe he felt surrounded by his Chari-Gon,
and the force that flowed like a living being around them.
Chari-Gon slowly stroked against Obi-Chu's prostate, bringing
him closer and closer to completion, until he finally pushed
him over the edge. Force flaring in them, around them as they
came together, their minds joining for one all too brief
moment. Chari-Gon cradled Obi-Chu as they slowly regained
reality, " Not feeling rejected anymore are you Obi-Chu?"
"Nope, not at all"
"Good- otherwise I'd have to beat you" Chari-Gon said, waving
his tail above their bodies. Obi-Chu giggled sleepily, enjoying
the gentle teasing that had been missing as much as the gentle
mental brushes that had been missing since his master had found
that boy. Chari-Gon sighed, "As much as I hate to say it
Obi-Chu, we do have to get up and escort Amideen back to
Naboo." Obi-Chu sighed and Chari-Gon tugged his braid. "We do
have private quarters on the ship, Obi-Chu." Obi-Chu smiled
hopefully at Chari-Gon as he went to get dressed.
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