A/N: After a brief hiatus from both of my fics due to being extremely busy, I'm back! I hope you all enjoy this chapter just as much as the first!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
The Double Date Disaster
(Johto Arc between chapter 48 and 53)
"Woah, Mama!"
Ash's Wartortle had just seen another female Wartortle walk by in front of him. She was absolutely hot! The way she swayed her shelled hips as she walked, the way she just exuded attitude made Wartortle absolutely wild. Did she just wink at him? He wanted her Pokegear number! That was, of course, if he actually used one.
"Woah, Mama!" Wartortle repeated as he watched her go.
The female Wartortle had just entered the lake…no…went to take a dip in the lake. She sunk her lower body into the lake as he watched her swim so elegantly. The water dripped off her skin…dang!
"You're drooling," Ash's Ivysaur droned beside Wartortle.
"I don't care. That's a female worth drooling over," Wartortle replied as if he was in some sort of trance.
Ivysaur rolled his eyes as this wasn't anything new. Wartortle went crazy over any female. Heck. Ivysaur was sure that Wartortle would hit on a tree if he dressed it in a skirt. This female Wartortle was no different than the hundreds of other female Wartortle he hit on.
"Did you see that? She waved at me with her huge fluffy tail!" Wartortle cried.
"It's called swimming," Ivysaur deadpanned.
"She wants me," Wartortle said anyway.
"She hasn't even looked your way. It's all in your head," Ivysaur said truthfully.
"I'm going to ask her out," Wartortle declared.
With that, Wartortle marched right over to the female Wartortle. Ivysaur shook his head and watched how this was going to turn out. Well, he already knew how this was going to turn out. Wartortle was going to come on too strong and too stupid that the female Wartortle wouldn't show any interest. He'd probably get slapped or ignored. Either way was entertaining for Ivysaur. Despite being tired of Wartortle's female fantasies, Wartortle getting rejected never got old.
Wartortle took his sunglasses out of his shell and donned them across his face. This was perfect for the afternoon sun bearing down right in front him. Actually, the sun was facing behind him right now, but who cares? These sunglasses still looked super cool on him. No female could resist them. Wartortle then stuck his foot into the water to swim after the female.
"Oooh. It's cold," he commented before he went the rest of the way in and made his way over to the female Wartortle.
She had her shell facing away from him as she leisurely swam around the lake. As Wartortle got closer, he could hear humming. Was that her?! She had a beautiful voice! It sounded so melodic and soothing that Wartortle couldn't help but close his eyes as he swam. So lovely. He really hit the jackpot right here.
"Can I help you?"
Wartortle opened his eyes and realized he was only inches from bumping right into the back of the female Wartortle's shell. He quickly went into an upright position and cleared his throat. He then turned to face Ivysaur who was merely watching the events unfold before he turned back to the major babe.
"Uh, yes. I can't help but notice that…you're a Wartortle, too," he started.
"Umm…yeah," the female replied.
"Heh. Yeah. I am, too. Check out these sunglasses," Wartortle said and gestured to them.
"They're great," the female Wartortle responded even though her tone said otherwise.
Wartortle then figured it was time for the kill. He struck several poses and flexed his arms as he tried to show off his best features to this girl. No one could resist how awesome and sexy he was. Girls totally dig this
The female Wartortle, meanwhile, wasn't really paying attention. She would look at her hands or look at a few other water Pokemon swim off the distance. Basically, her focus was on anything other than the desperate Wartortle in front of her.
"Is this going somewhere? I'm kind of busy so if you're done, I think I'll…" the female started, but she was cut off by Wartortle.
"No, wait! Don't go! What I'm trying to say is…will you go on a date with me?!" Wartortle asked.
"A…date?" the female Wartortle repeated.
"Yes! You and me…together? I know a Pokemon around here who is a killer cook. I would know because she eats like a Snorlax, but that's beside the point! I mean…we could have a nice dinner…under the stars? We could see what shapes they form?" Wartortle said. He wanted to make this as enticing as possible.
"I don't know…" the female Wartortle said in an unsure tone.
"Please? I'm a really cool guy once you get to know me. I can show you a good time," Wartortle stated as he struck another pose.
The female Wartortle frowned once he did that. Upon seeing her expression, Wartortle straightened up and gave a more neutral expression. He waited for what seemed like an eternity as the female Wartortle seemed to consider his offer. Please say yes! Please say yes! Please say yes!
"Well, I guess that will be okay," the female Wartortle relented with a shrug.
Wartortle wanted to leap ten feet out of the water after she said that! Yes! Wartortle tried his best to stop the huge grin from coming off his face, but he was failing miserably. The female Wartortle even let out a soft giggle when she saw him grin like an idiot. Whether she was laughing with him or at him, Wartortle didn't care. He just totally scored with a babe! He was going on a date!
"I'll go out with you on two conditions," the female Wartortle continued.
"Anything for you, Babe," Wartortle replied as he flexed his arms again.
"First of all, ditch the macho Pokemon act. It doesn't work," the female began as she held up a finger.
Wartortle blushed slightly in embarrassment, but he could manage. With that, Wartortle nodded his head. The female Wartortle nodded back before she held up another finger.
"Two, you have to find a date for my friend, too," she said.
"Your…what now?" Wartortle asked in confusion.
"My friend," the female Wartortle repeated. "She's new to this ranch, and I've been showing her around, and I think it would be great if she met some more Pokemon to talk to."
This wasn't what Wartortle had in mind. He was wanting to have a nice, romantic evening alone with a girl. He didn't want any third, or in this case, fourth wheels.
"Umm…" Wartortle muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. "That's a little…"
"If you can't do that for me, I'm afraid I'll have to call off our date. I don't want her to be by herself," the female Wartortle said with a shrug.
"No, wait! I'll do it!" Wartortle said quickly.
"Great," the female replied with a smile.
"So, what kind of Pokemon are we talking here so I can find her the best match?" Wartortle asked.
"Well, she's not a water-Pokemon if that's what you were hoping. She's actually an Ivysaur," she said.
Wartortle's eyes lit up in excitement. Did she say a female Ivysaur?! This was perfect! He couldn't believe his luck! His best friend was an Ivysaur! They could double date, and then he could shoo them off to do their own thing while he gets alone with hotness!
"It just so happens I have a best friend who would be a perfect fit for your friend. She'll love him," Wartortle stated confidently.
"Really? What kind of Pokemon is he?" the female Wartortle asked.
"Haha! You'll just have to find out. Trust me. They'll be a perfect match," Wartortle said with a wink.
"Great. So when should we go on our date?" the female asked.
"How about tomorrow evening?" Wartortle suggested.
"Okay. I'll see you then," the female replied as she swam off.
Wartortle gave a smug grin as he turned and swam back to shore. He just scored and was rather pleased with himself. The conditions were easy enough to accept. Ivysaur was his best bud, after all. Ivysaur raised an eyebrow when he saw Wartortle confidently strolling back over to him. The cocky look could only mean one thing, and Ivysaur couldn't believe it.
"You…actually got a date?" Ivysaur questioned in surprise.
"I sure did. She was so eager to go out with me that she didn't hesitate to say yes. In fact, she asked me," Wartortle said smugly.
"Uh-huh. I'm sure that's how it happened," Ivysaur said sarcastically.
"It's true! In fact, I'm so good that I did you a favor, too," Wartortle replied.
"How so?" Ivysaur wondered.
"Well, seeing as you're my friend, and friends do each other favors, I did you something so cool that you'll owe me one. How does that sound?" Wartortle asked.
"Suspicious," Ivysaur muttered, "Get to the point. What is it you really need from me?"
"I got you a date with another Ivysaur," Wartortle answered, "It'll be awesome! We can double date! I'll spend my time with that babe, and you'll have time with your own babe. It's perfect!"
"Not perfect," Ivysaur corrected, "I'm too busy."
"What?!" Wartortle yelped, "I get you a date with another Ivysaur…probably the only one here at the ranch ever since Leaf's Ivysaur evolved a while back, and you tell me you're busy! What am I supposed to tell her, now?!"
"Tell her I'm sorry and that I can't make it," Ivysaur said simply, "Houndour's with Ash, right now, so someone has to patrol."
"Oh, come on!" Wartortle cried, "Don't bail on me!"
"Bail on you?" Ivysaur questioned before he understood, "I get it. That Wartortle won't go out with you unless it's a double date with her Ivysaur friend, isn't it?"
"Well…" Wartortle said sheepishly, "Maybe."
"Look, I don't want to be dragged into your messes. A date with another Ivysaur sounds nice, but I'm busy keeping the peace at this ranch and keeping you out of trouble, though I have some work to do with the latter," Ivysaur muttered.
"Please!" Wartortle pleaded as he got down on his knees and clasped his hands, "Please! Please! Please! Please! I don't want to blow this!"
Ivysaur frowned at his desperate friend. Whether Ivysaur liked it or not, Wartortle was always getting into some sort of predicament, and Ivysaur always had to help him out. Still, Wartortle had a point with what he said earlier. Friends did each other favors, though it was more one-sided as far as this friendship went. Ivysaur gave an exasperated sigh. One evening away from patrolling the ranch wouldn't be that bad. At least he could keep an eye on Wartortle to make sure he doesn't get too naughty with his date. He had Bayleef and Croconaw for that.
"Fine," Ivysaur muttered, "I'll go on the double date with you."
"YES!" Wartortle screamed in delight before he cleared his throat, "I mean…cool."
"Whatever," Ivysaur mumbled and rolled his eyes, "You owe me one for this, though you're up to like fifty now."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll pay you back one day," Wartortle said dismissively, "The date is tomorrow evening. I'll bring my best shell to this date so you bring your best flower."
"You only have one shell," Ivysaur rebutted.
"Fine. I'll wash it," Wartortle said, "The point is that I'm going to look nice and sexy, and I want you to look good, too. If you don't look good, I look bad."
"You're always the one that makes me look bad," Ivysaur mumbled under his breath before he nodded his head, "Fine. I'll look nice."
Wartortle smiled and rubbed his hands together eagerly. Ivysaur did it as Wartortle knew he would. Tomorrow was going to be a perfect evening. Nothing could go wrong.
XXX
"Where are you?!"
Wartortle was running around the ranch in a panic like a turtle without its shell. He had been searching for Ivysaur all afternoon but couldn't find him anywhere! They had a date coming up in just a few hours, and Ivysaur was gone! Where would he be at a time like this?!
"Dang it, Ivysaur! This isn't funny! Come out and show yourself! I need you!" Wartortle screamed.
"Will you shut up?!" a voice barked.
Wartortle turned to see Houndour standing there with an angry look on his face and his lips curled into a snarl. The intimidating look didn't scare Wartortle, however. One was because he was a water-type, and two was because he was in too much of a panic to care.
"I can't shut up! I can't find Ivysaur anywhere!" Wartortle ranted before he realized something, "Hey. What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were with Ash."
Houndour sighed. "Ash traded Ivysaur out this morning for me. He'll probably be with him a couple of days. In the meantime, I'll be helping out the other Pokemon here. For starters, I need you to calm down. You're disturbing the peace and giving me a headache."
Wartortle's eyes widened in horror. No. This couldn't be happening! Ash needed Ivysaur now of all times?!
"Crap! I'm dead!" Wartortle cried.
"What are you talking about?" Houndour growled in annoyance.
"I needed Ivysaur to go on a double date with me tonight! If I show up without him, I'll look like both an idiot and a liar!" Wartortle wailed.
"Like you haven't already proven you were both of those," Houndour said with a smirk.
"Not funny!" Wartortle hollered, "What am I supposed to do, now?!"
"How should I know?" Houndour growled.
Wartortle then folded his arms and closed his eyes as he thought hard. Okay. Canceling the date was certainly not an option. If he cancels, he'll never get this opportunity again. He also couldn't show up by himself for reasons already stated. That Wartortle babe would only go out with him if he brought a friend. He needed to find a replacement.
"Hey, Houndour. I need a replacement date, tonight," Wartortle stated as he opened his eyes, "Why don't you…what?"
Wartortle looked around, but Houndour wasn't in sight. What the heck?! He left while Wartortle was having a crisis?! Houndour couldn't have the decency to stick around and help him out! He was supposed to be helping others with their problems! Surely he didn't have more important things to do right now!
"Fine! Who needs you, anyway!?" Wartortle shouted, "Man's best friend, my butt! Okay. So I'm a Pokemon and not a man, but you still suck!"
Wartortle then huffed in aggravation. Since Houndour wouldn't do it, there were still other Pokemon he could ask to fill in. There had to at least be one Pokemon on this entire ranch who would do a bro a favor. Besides, they get a free date in the process! What could possibly be wrong with that?!
"Muk hear Wartortle need date," a sloppy voice said from Wartortle's right.
Wartortle turned and saw Muk sitting there with a wide smile on his grimy face. Muk then spread his arms in elation.
"Muk double date with Wartortle! Muk show lady lots of affection! Muk make new friend!" Muk stated.
Wartortle grimaced. It was nice that Muk wanted to help him out, but well, he didn't exactly have the smell, per se, of a good date. Muk would be friendly, sure, but Wartortle didn't need him scaring off the ladies with his bad odor.
"Uhh… that's really nice of you, but I…already found someone," Wartortle said nervously as he backed up, "In fact, I think I see him right over there!"
With that, Wartortle turned and ran away from Muk as quickly as he could. He didn't want to give that guy any reason to doubt him. Muk was such a big softie, but his smell was enough to make anyone nearby puke. Wartortle thought Professor Oak must simply just be nose blind to the awful smell by now since he's the object of much of Muk's affection, but that's beside the point. Wartortle still needed to find a partner.
"What is troubling you, Wartortle, my son?" a voice asked calmly.
Wartortle came to a screeching halt and saw Serena's Hitmonlee off to the side. He was in a meditative stance and had his eyes closed. Wartortle had no idea how the heck Hitmonlee knew it was him there when he had his eyes closed. Did he have some sort of sixth sense? Probably.
"No time to talk, Pops. I'm in a crisis. Unless you can help me, I don't have time," Wartortle said quickly.
"Come sit next to me, my son. I shall hear your problem," Hitmonlee offered and padded the grass next to him.
Wartortle shrugged his shoulders and went to sit by Hitmonlee. In contrast to Hitmonlee's composed style of sitting, Wartortle was sprawled out on the grass carelessly. Despite this, Hitmonlee was not bothered as he had infinite patience…even for some of the more annoying members of the group.
"I need a date," Wartortle stated simply.
"Ah, a date," Hitmonlee repeated, "I can assist you with that."
"Really?" Wartortle asked hopefully, "Thank you! Thank you!"
"Yes," Hitmonlee replied, "Hold out your hand."
Wartortle was confused by this command, but he did so, anyway. Hitmonlee opened his eyes and then reached over and placed something in Wartortle's palm. Wartortle looked at the item in his hand and frowned in aggravation. It was a date alright, but not the kind he needed.
"I don't need the fruit! I need the type I can go out with!" Wartortle yelled in anger and chucked the small fruit as far as he could.
"I was going to eat that," Hitmonlee said.
"I don't care!" Wartortle snarled.
Hitmonlee chuckled. "Forgive me. I knew what you meant. Even someone like me has to crack a joke every now and then."
"Your humor's as lame as me not having a date," Wartortle snorted and crossed his arms, "Are you going to help or not?"
"I can," Hitmonlee responded with a nod and closed his eyes again, "Allow me to enlighten you and fill you with wisdom, my son."
"Ummm…okay," Wartortle said in confusion.
"I can read your wants with this female you wish to go out with, and they are full of impure intentions. You must clear your mind of lust and impurity. Meditate with me, and you shall achieve enlightenment. Only then will you be helped in regards to needing a date. You will find there are things far better in this world than what your filthy mind would suggest, my son," Hitmonlee advised.
"Uhhh…yeah. Are you going to fill in and be the second man on this double date or not?" Wartortle asked.
"No. Instead, I offer advice to help you in future endeavors regarding this matter," Hitmonlee answered.
"Then I'm out of here," Wartortle said and stood up before he mumbled under his breath, "Crackpot."
"I heard that," Hitmonlee called.
Wartortle didn't respond to that comment and continued on. He didn't need advice on girls and wants in his life. He just needed a darn double date for tonight. Why was this proving more difficult than it needed to be?
Well, maybe he hasn't asked as many Pokemon as he could. He should've known Houndour and Hitmonlee were no goes, and Muk wasn't an option. He still had plenty of pals who could help him out. There was no reason for him to get discouraged yet. He then spotted the perfect candidate about fifty yards away.
It was none other than his dance partner, Croconaw. The big jaw Pokemon was practicing his break dance moves. Wartortle smiled. Surely Croconcaw would help him out in a bind like this. With that, Wartortle began to march towards Croconaw confidently. Croconaw noticed Wartortle coming and stopped dancing. He then waved and hurried over to him.
"Hey, dude. Want to practice our jam session?" Croconaw greeted, "I need some help with a few moves."
"Better than that!" Wartortle answered brightly, "How would you like to go on a double date with me and a hot babe?"
"What do you mean?" Croconaw asked.
"I mean us two guys go out with two girls tonight. Are you free?" Wartortle elaborated.
"Hmm…" Croconaw mused and became thoughtful, "Yeah. I can make it tonight."
"That's awesome! I knew you'd come through for me!" Wartortle said happily.
"Great. I'll go let Bayleeef know and…" Croconaw started, but Wartortle cut him off.
"No! No! No!" Wartortle corrected and waved his hands in front of his face," The double date isn't with Bayleef! I'm setting you up with an Ivysaur!"
"Ummm…" Croconaw said awkwardly, "I don't know about that. I don't think Bayleef would like it too much if I went out with another girl. I want to stay committed to her."
"Let me fill you in on a little secret," Wartortle whispered and leaned in close, "Just don't tell her."
"Well…" Croconaw mumbled, but he didn't get the chance to finish.
The temperature around the two Pokemon seemed to drop twenty degrees. Croconaw and Wartortle started to rub their arms from the sudden cold as a foreboding sense of dread overtook them. Croconaw got a nervous look on his face as he took a few steps back. Wartortle looked around in confusion at what was going on. He then noticed a huge shadow form underneath him that grew larger with each passing second.
"Umm…dude," Croconaw warned.
Wartortle looked up as his eyes widened in fright, "Holy crap!"
"Hiiiiiiiiyah!" Bayleef screamed as she landed her full body weight on top of Wartortle with a killer Body Slam.
Wartortle tried to wiggle out from underneath her larger body, but it was a futile effort. Bayleef then extended one of her vines before she grabbed one of Wartortle's arms with it and twisted his arm behind his shell.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Wartortle hollered in pain. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"You weren't thinking of trying to make my man cheat on me, were you?" Bayleef asked dangerously and twisted Wartortle's arm harder for emphasis.
"No! Of course not! Wouldn't dream of it!" Wartortle wailed and tapped the ground with his free arm frantically, "Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!"
Bayleef released Wartortle's arm before none too gently getting off him, and she walked towards her boyfriend. She then used the vine that just tortured Wartortle to start tickling Croconaw's chest. The big jaw Pokemon chuckled at how good it felt.
"Who's your little flower blossom?" Bayleef asked in a honey-sweet voice.
"Heh. You are," Croconaw answered in a goofy voice.
"And who's my little dancer of the stars?" Bayleef asked in the same sugary voice.
"Me," Croconaw replied in the goofy voice again.
"Dang straight," Bayleef said in her normal tone of voice and nodded.
Wartortle managed to slowly get up off the ground. He then rubbed his sore arm as he thought of what to do next. Okay. Croconaw was definitely not going to work out. The two most likely candidates were now out with Ivysaur gone and Croconaw taken. Wartortle sighed. It look like he was just going to have to start asking random Pokekmon around the ranch if they want a hot date. I mean, for crying out loud, who would say no to something like that?! Wartortle then heard a weird noise behind him and turned to see Bayleef and Croconaw making out. Apparently PDA was not an issue for them.
"Gross," Wartortle muttered in disgust and walked off.
Wartortle was just about at his wit's end. He had asked almost all of Ash and Serena's male Pokemon if they could go on a double date with him, and none of them had said yes. They were either too busy or simply didn't care to. Wartortle couldn't believe it. Most guy Pokemon would jump at this opportunity. Wartortle knew he would. Why wasn't this working out? Everything was going to so wrong!
He only had an hour left before his date. It looked like he wouldn't have enough time to find a replacement for Ivysaur in time. He would show up to that date without a buddy and look like a total moron in front of that babe and her friend. Wartortle began to ponder his options on what he should do. Should he show up and try to weasel his way out of going on a double? No. She would just think he told her he had a friend yesterday so she would say yes. Should he just not show up? No. Standing her up would be even worse.
"My life is over!" Wartortle cried dramatically and fell to his knees in despair.
Wartortle then heard what sounded like sucking and slurping. He looked up to see Ash's Heracross sucking the sap from a tree a few yards away. Though his addiction had gotten better when he was with Ash, when Heracross was at Professor Oak's ranch, all bets were off. He was free to sip sap to his heart's content.
"Hey! Keep it down! I'm trying to wallow in self-pity!" Wartortle yelled.
Heracross didn't pay any attention to Wartortle and continued sucking the tree sap. He didn't even spare Wartortle a glance. Wartortle growled in aggravation before a light bulb went off in head. Maybe Heracross could fill in for his double date! He was Wartortle's last hope! Wartortle crossed his fingers and prayed as hard as he could that Heracross would say yes before he made his pitch.
"Hey, Heracross! Have I got a great night planned for you!" Wartortle began.
Heracross said nothing and continued to greedily slurp up the tree sap.
"How would you like to go on a double date with me? I can set you up with a hot date!" Wartortle continued.
Again, Heracross didn't respond.
"I mean…surely you'd rather go on a date than eat tree sap all evening? Wouldn't you?" Wartortle asked.
No response.
"Are you even listening to me?" Wartortle asked and started to get annoyed.
There was no answer from Heracross.
"Can you stop sipping that blasted tree sap for one second and at least pretend like you're listening!?" Wartortle shouted.
Heracross did not comply.
"Please go on this date with me! I'm desperate! What do you want me to do? Beg?! Because I will! You're my last hope!" Wartortle cried and got down on his knees, "Pleeeeaaasssse!"
Just like the other times, Heracross didn't even acknowledge Wartortle. The turtle Pokemon hung his head in shame and despair. This day had been terrible. He couldn't even have the decency to get a response from his last hope. Wartortle began to slump off and muttered to himself.
"Fine. I guess it's just a lost cause," Wartortle said sadly, "I'll just have to tell that female Wartortle and her Ivysaur friend that…"
A noise that sounded like a plunger unclogging a toilet came from Heracross as he plucked his mouth from the tree and stared at Wartortle in interest.
"Did you say an Ivysaur?" Heracross questioned.
"Umm…yes? So?" Wartortle asked as he turned around.
"I get to see an Ivysaur if I go with you?" Heracross asked for emphasis.
"Yes," Wartortle mumbled, "But I know that isn't going to happen. You'd much rather suck your weight in tree sap."
"I can go on a date with you!" Heracross said.
Wartortle's eyes then lit up. "Really? Really?!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Ivysaur sound delicious!" Heracross said happily.
Wartortle wasn't quite sure what Heracross meant by that, but he didn't care. He was overjoyed that someone had agreed to go on a date with him. Now he can meet with the girl of his dreams! Now was time to get down to business.
"Okay! I know this is short notice, but the date is an hour! We're meeting by the lake! Don't be late!" Wartortle ordered, "Serena's Nidorina is preparing food so come hungry."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Come hungry! Date with Ivysaur! I'll be there!" Heracross replied spastically before he went back to sucking the tree sap.
"Thanks, pal! I owe you big time for this!" Wartortle said in elation and walked off before he heard the greedy sucking of Heracross again. Wartortle rolled his eyes. "Sap addict."
Wartortle arrived at the lake a few minutes before the scheduled time. He smelled himself for what seemed like the twentieth time in the last ten minutes. He had washed his shell multiple times to make sure he smelled nice. Wartortle didn't want to blow this at all. He had a date with destiny, after all.
"Hey. You're here," a feminine voice commented.
Wartortle looked over and smiled when he saw the female Wartortle approaching. Ah. There she was. Man! She looked good! Wartortle felt like he was going to melt. This was going to be the best night of his life.
Sure enough, an Ivysaur was right next to her. That was okay, though. What could've been a disaster turned out fine. Wartortle had managed to find her a date that was unusually eager to see an Ivysaur specifically. Well, whatever.
The female Wartortle came over to Ash's Wartortle and crossed her arms. She then gestured to the female Ivysaur next to her.
"I'd like you to meet my friend," she said.
"A pleasure, my lady," Wartortle said politely and bowed.
The Ivysaur giggled, "Heehee! Nice to meet you, too!"
"Is your friend here yet?" the female Wartortle asked.
"Not yet, but trust me, he will be," Wartortle answered before he addressed the Ivysaur, "Just as I said, he's perfect for you! He said he can't wait to meet you!"
"That sounds nice," the female Ivysaur said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to meeting him, too."
"You won't be disappointed," Wartortle replied with a wink.
The three then heard a buzzing sound off in the distance. They turned and saw a figure approaching them at high speed. Wartortle, of course, knew it was Heracross as the girls looked on in curiosity at the mystery Pokemon. They could already tell it wasn't an Ivysaur. Wartortle smiled. The sap addict had made it, after all.
A few seconds later, Heracross landed next to them. He then smiled when he saw the three but looked especially interested in the Ivysaur.
"I'd like you both to meet my good buddy, Heracross!" Wartortle introduced, "He will serve as Ivysaur's date."
"It's nice to meet you," the female Wartortle and Ivysaur greeted.
"The pleasure's all mine," Heracross responded before he looked at the Ivysaur again and licked his lips.
The gesture caused the female Ivysaur to blush, "Oh, my. You're really were eager to meet me, tonight."
"You have no idea," Heracross responded.
"You aren't exactly what I had in mind, but I think you're rather cute. I think we'll have a good time, tonight," Ivysaur told him.
Heracross blushed, "Yeah, yeah. You look delicious, too," he replied.
"Heehee. You're forward," the Ivysaur giggled.
"Great! Now that we're all acquainted, let's get started on this enchanted evening," Wartortle said and snapped his fingers.
On cue, Serena's Nidorina came out of the bushes and made her way over to the four. The two girls were rather impressed that Wartortle was able to do that, but it was simple for him. All Wartortle had to do was bribe Nidorina with two poffins for her to answer beck and call like that, and it was a done deal. Once Nidorina reached them, she gave a bow.
"Good evening! I'm Nidorina, and I'll serve as your waitress, tonight. I've got four delicious poffins lined up baked by Daisy and me this morning! I would know they're delicious as I had some, too! Heehee!" Nidorina introduced.
"Yes. Yes. Tell us what is on the drink menu," Wartortle said with a wave of his hand.
"For drinks, our selection includes berry juice for those who don't feel very adventurous. We also have a special blend of fermented bluk and razz berries that's perfect for a romantic evening. We also have a much stronger drink of tomato berries, the highest quality golden razz berries and silver pinap berries. It's guaranteed to make give a burning sensation that leaves even the toughest Pokemon woozy!" Nidorina rehearsed with a giggle.
"I'll have that. I'm a tough man and can handle a tough drink," Wartortle said in his best manly voice.
"I'll have the razzy berry and bluk berry blend, please," the female Wartortle told her.
"Same," the Ivysaur said.
"Berry juice," Heracross said simply.
"Heh. He probably needs something like that to sober up from the all that sap," Wartortle mumbled to himself in amusement. "Eh, whatever. He's doing me a favor so it doesn't matter."
"Did you say something?" the female Wartortle asked.
"Nope!" Wartortle replied.
"I'll be right back with the food and drinks!" Nidorina chirped before she left and disappeared behind the bushes.
"So, tell me about yourself," the female Ivysaur asked Heracross.
"Well, I'm the Pokemon of a trainer named Ash Ketchum, same as Wartortle here. I've won quite a few tough battles," Heracross answered as he twitched a little.
"Are you okay?" the female Ivysaur asked him.
"I'm just hungry," Heracross stated.
"Heehee! You're funny," the female Ivysaur giggled.
"Well, it's nice that they seem to be getting along," the female Wartortle commented.
"Yeah. I told you I had the perfect match for her," Wartortle replied before he thought to himself, "This is working out better than I thought it was! Everything is perfect! Yes! This is the best night of my life. If this keeps up, I might even get a second date!"
A couple of minutes later, Nidorina came back from behind the bushes managing to balance four poffins and four small Pokemon containers of drinks on her. She then carefully set the food and drinks down in front of them.
"I hope you all enjoy!" Nidorina said with a bow and walked off.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Wartortle asked, "Let's dig in!"
"I thought you'd never say that!" Heracross cried in excitement.
He then quickly flew over to Ivysaur and latched onto her back before he planted his lips on her budding flower and began sucking the pollen out of her like there was no tomorrow. The Ivysaur screamed in alarm as she began run around frantically in circles.
"What are you doing?!" she screeched.
Heracross didn't reply and kept sucking out all her pollen.
"Stop, you idiot!" Wartortle cried.
"What is the meaning of this?!" the female Wartortle asked angrily.
"I don't know! I had no idea this would happen!" Wartorle answered frantically.
The two hurried over and began to try to pull Heracross off of the Ivysaur, but it was no use. Heracross was too strong and wasn't even budging. He didn't even acknowledge the screams of the three Pokemon around him as he was too focused on sucking the pollen. Ash's Ivysaur's pollen was good, but there was something about a female Ivysaur's pollen that was extra delicious. Heracross even began to drool on the Ivysuar in between his sucking.
"Oh my gosh! Get him off me!" Ivysaur screamed in disgust.
"We're trying!" the female Wartortle screamed back. Even pounding their fists on Heracross wasn't working.
"You're ruining everything!" Wartortle hollered.
"Best date ever!" Heracross suddenly shouted before he resumed his sucking. It was utter chaos.
Needless to say, Heracross was the only one who had a good time that night.
That wraps up this segment. I think for the next one I'll do a chapter that focuses more on Serena's Pokemon. It'll be out when it comes out. Until next time, have a good one!