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Then someone randomly approached me to write for them. But of course, I started working a lot more at around the same time so since it took me forever to get around to writing this I decided not to charge the commissioner. And I really should have wrote it sooner because I had a lot of fun working on it! It's about the same length as my example story and I wrote it in about half the time. So please, enjoy. Watersports section is clearly labeled, don't worry.\n\nCould probably get away with a general rating, but I'm gonna put it as adult just in case. Will update later if need be.\n\nWord count: 1481 (doesn't include watersports ending)\nTime: ~1 hour (doesn't include watersports ending)\n\nStarring: Melisandre, the fennekin and Mercy, the pichu (no IB pic links, sorry, will add link to character references at the behest of the commissioner)\n\nFor @Malleus", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Was planning on writing a few more example stories before really setting up shop as it were. Then someone randomly approached me to write for them. But of course, I started working a lot more at around the same time so since it took me forever to get around to writing this I decided not to charge the commissioner. And I really should have wrote it sooner because I had a lot of fun working on it! It's about the same length as my example story and I wrote it in about half the time. So please, enjoy. Watersports section is clearly labeled, don't worry.

Could probably get away with a general rating, but I'm gonna put it as adult just in case. Will update later if need be.

Word count: 1481 (doesn't include watersports ending)
Time: ~1 hour (doesn't include watersports ending)

Starring: Melisandre, the fennekin and Mercy, the pichu (no IB pic links, sorry, will add link to character references at the behest of the commissioner)

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", "writing": "Deep in an underground dungeon, which was more of a forgotten, generously sized storage area in the outskirts of the city where they lived, but the group of orphans who lived there called it an underground dungeon anyway because that sounded way cooler, a pair of these street urchins, Melisandre and Mercy, busy themselves with the task of cooking while the others do what they can to make money.\n\nMercy, the pichu, starts humming a little hymn she knew while she chops cabbage. Melisandre, a fennekin, perks up her ears at the notes, recognizing it from her own earlier days among the nobility. She smiles, having nearly forgotten the jaunty tune and starts humming along with the newest member of the group, her own knife making quick work of the leeks in front of her. Mercy's eyes widen a bit, not expecting anyone else to know the tune, but quickly grins back, remembering that the fennekin and her had more in common than the rest of the waifs. Soon, both pokemorphs are humming together quite cheerily, neither of them really on key, and even together it was clear that they didn't remember the whole thing, but that just meant they repeat the parts they knew indefinitely to pass the time as they cooked. Onions were sliced. The stock was made. The vegetables and some herbs were all thrown together in a big pot and with the lid in place they finished on a high note with them both throwing their arms up in the air and breaking down into a fit of giggles.\n\n\"That was fun! I'm glad it was you and me stuck cooking today,\" said Mercy says after they stop laughing long enough to talk.\n\n\"Yeah! I can't believe someone else heard that song before... What was it called?\"\n\nMercy shrugs. \"Don't know.\"\n\nThere's a bit of an awkward pause between the two, neither really knowing what to talk about next now that the cooking was done.\n\n\"... Um, is it okay if I have a look around?\" Mercy asks sheepishly.\n\n\"Yeah, knock yourself out. I'll watch the pottage for a bit. Don't want it to boil over again like last time.\"\n\n\"Last time?\"\n\nIt was Melisandre's turn to look sheepish now, looking away and scratching behind her head. \"Yeah! Someone thought the pottage would be okay if we left it on the fire while we were out. But everyone agreed at the time, so who's really to blame, you know?\"\n\nMercy nods, her innocence not letting her catch on to who'd been the one to suggest that.\n\n\"Alright, well, let me know if you find anything interesting. We haven't explored this place too much, mostly just for exits should something happen.\"\n\nMercy's ears perk up. \"Like what?\"\n\nMelisandre shrugs. \"The original owner coming back? With how old some of the furniture here is, I doubt that's ever going to happen, but you never know.\" She turns her attention to the pot as the lid rattles a bit from the heat of the pottage and removes the lid to give it a stir, careful not to get a faceful of hot air, though her fire pokemon nature let her get closer than most would be comfortable with.\n\nWith that, the pichu lights a candle from the fire pit and sets about to wandering around the dingy storage area. Many chairs, tables, and dressers catch her eye, her imagination piecing together what they might have looked like decades ago and all in one piece. In one particular corner, she comes across a strange looking... thing. It had her head tilting as she examined it from all angles, trying to decipher what it could be used for. It could of course be broken or part of something else, but somehow, Mercy didn't think that was the case.\n\nIt was three planks of wood set side by side the same way one would build a wall and they were held up lengthwise by wooden brackets on both ends with a pin locking them in place. In between the middle and bottom plank, there was a pair of holes cut and above that, between the middle and top plank, there was another pair of smaller holes that were closer together. Was it meant to hold something?\n\n\"Hey, Melisandre, can you come here for a second?\" she calls.\n\n\"Sure!\" Mercy hadn't gotten too far and was pretty easy to find anyway, given that the cooking fire and the candle were the only sources of light. \"What'cha find?\"\n\n\"I was hoping you could answer that,\" says the pichu, gesturing at the wooden stock.\n\n\"Heh, that's a bit strange to see... You don't know what this is?\" Mercy shakes her head.\n\nThe fennekin ponders this a moment as a naughty idea forms in her head. \"... Okay, how about I just show you.\" She pulls out the pins and lifts the top two planks out of the way, grunting a little from the effort, but she managed without too much trouble. Which meant there was no way Mercy was getting out without help. Perfect.\n\n\"Alright, first you sit here, and then you put your ankles in this part.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" the innocent pichu says, completely trusting her friend and eager to see what the thing did as she sits and puts her feet in. The fennekin slides the middle plank in place, trapping Mercy by the ankles, careful nor pinch her though it was built for adults so there was room but not quite enough to get her feet out she noticed. Excellent.\n\n\"Comfy?\"\n\n\"Uh, I guess.\" Mercy wasn't so sure about this now.\n\n\"And you put your wrists here...\" Melisandre says with a smile she hoped would encourage Mercy. It worked.\n\nMelisandre slides the final board in place and casually puts the pins in, locking in Mercy's hands and feet.\n\n\"And that's how you put someone in the stocks!\"\n\n\"The stocks?\"\n\n\"Yeah. If someone's been bad they put them in the stocks and sometimes people throw rotten fruit and vegetables at them.\"\n\nMercy looks aghast at this revelation. \"You not going to throw stuff at me are you?!\"\n\n\"Nooo! No no, of course not. But there's other stuff you can do...\" the fennekin trails off, waiting for Mercy's curiosity to get the better of her.\n\n\"Like what?\"\n\nAnd with that, Melisandre smiles like the meowth that ate the pidegy. She leans down and with a single claw she runs it up the bare bottom Mercy's foot.\n\n\"Ah! Ah hahaha. What are you-\" It suddenly dawns on the little pichu what was about to happen. And she was powerless to stop it.\n\n\"Wait, stop Mel-hahaha! Ah hahahahahh!\" Mercy is reduced to ruckus laughter as Melisandre tickles her feet. She strains against the unyielding wood, trying to get her poor feet away, but she had no leverage and the stocks were locked and were just weighty enough that her little 13-year-old body couldn't move it at all as she laughs and laughs.\n\nMelisandre was having almost as much fun as her friend. Hearing the little pichu laugh was something she hadn't heard much before, but now she wanted to hear more. She pauses in her assault and glances around, poor Mercy's laughter trailing off to some giggles as she took the time to catch her breath a little. It's short lived however as Melisandre spies what she was looking for. Nearby was a particular gaudy looking hat that was probably gaudy even when it had been worn before being forgotten about down here. What was important however was the feathers, which were in surprisingly good shape. The fennekin quickly plucks out the perfect one for the job before turning back to Mercy.\n\nA still breathless Mercy becomes crestfallen when she spies what's in the fennekin's hand. She shakes her head.\n\nMelisandre nods.\n\n\"No! Don't-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!\"\n\nMoments before, Mercy had never laughed so hard in her life. Now, once again, she had never laughed so hard in her life. The gentle teasing of the feather across her feet had her laughing to the point of tears rolling down her face. It was just too much.\n\n[[Skip to the section labeled WATERSPORTS for an alternate ending, otherwise, continue]]\n\nFinally, mercifully, after a few more minutes of laughing to the point her sides hurt, Melisandre stops tickling, the process having given her a thrill she hadn't known she needed and she was almost as breathless as Mercy, both of their cheeks flush with excitement. She gives a little cough of embarrassment after they both settle down and catch their breath.\n\n\"We, uh, should probably go check on the pottage.\"\n\nMercy nods.\n\n\".. You okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah, that was... that was fun,\" she admits.\n\nMelisandre pauses at that while removing the pins, her face flushing a bit. \"... Did you... want to do that again sometime?\" she asks, daring to hope.\n\nMercy's cute little tear-streaked face looks up at the fennekin and with a blush of her own, she nods.\n\n[[END]]\n\n[[WATERSPORTS]]\n\nAnd it turned out it was too much for a certain other part of her of body.\n\n\"Sto-HAHAHAHAH! Wait-HAHAHAHA!\"\n\nToo late. The poor pichu could only keep laughing as a puddle started forming under her rump.\n\nMelisandre keeps up the tickling, not realizing the predicament her friend was in. Suddenly a certain scent makes it's way to her nose. Huh? That smells an awful lot like-\n\n\"Oh my gods!\" the fennekin stands and holds her hand over her mouth in shock at what had just happened, her face bright red with embarrassment, though the pichu was looking considerably more embarrassment at the moment, having just peed herself laughing.\n\n\"You... you meanie!\" Mercy fumes, trying to look indignant, which only made her look cuter.\n\n\"Heh, sorry. I, uh, might have gotten a little carried away. Sorry about that. Let's get you out of there and down to the river to clean up, okay? I'll let you borrow a spare dress to wear.\"\n\nMercy continued to do her best to look indignant while locked in a stock and sitting in a puddle of her own urine. \"... Okay....\" Melisandre sets to work getting her out of the stock.\n\n\"... Can we... do this again sometime?\"\n\nThe fennekin's ears perk up at that. She just pissed herself from laughing so hard and she wanted to do it again?\n\n\"I'm going to the bathroom first though next time.\" Ah.\n\n\"Yeah, I'd like that. You're really cute when you laugh, you know that?\"\n\nMercy blushes and looks away. \"J-just get me out of here, please.\"\n\n[[END]]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Deep in an underground dungeon, which was more of a forgotten, generously sized storage area in the outskirts of the city where they lived, but the group of orphans who lived there called it an underground dungeon anyway because that sounded way cooler, a pair of these street urchins, Melisandre and Mercy, busy themselves with the task of cooking while the others do what they can to make money.

Mercy, the pichu, starts humming a little hymn she knew while she chops cabbage. Melisandre, a fennekin, perks up her ears at the notes, recognizing it from her own earlier days among the nobility. She smiles, having nearly forgotten the jaunty tune and starts humming along with the newest member of the group, her own knife making quick work of the leeks in front of her. Mercy's eyes widen a bit, not expecting anyone else to know the tune, but quickly grins back, remembering that the fennekin and her had more in common than the rest of the waifs. Soon, both pokemorphs are humming together quite cheerily, neither of them really on key, and even together it was clear that they didn't remember the whole thing, but that just meant they repeat the parts they knew indefinitely to pass the time as they cooked. Onions were sliced. The stock was made. The vegetables and some herbs were all thrown together in a big pot and with the lid in place they finished on a high note with them both throwing their arms up in the air and breaking down into a fit of giggles.

"That was fun! I'm glad it was you and me stuck cooking today," said Mercy says after they stop laughing long enough to talk.

"Yeah! I can't believe someone else heard that song before... What was it called?"

Mercy shrugs. "Don't know."

There's a bit of an awkward pause between the two, neither really knowing what to talk about next now that the cooking was done.

"... Um, is it okay if I have a look around?" Mercy asks sheepishly.

"Yeah, knock yourself out. I'll watch the pottage for a bit. Don't want it to boil over again like last time."

"Last time?"

It was Melisandre's turn to look sheepish now, looking away and scratching behind her head. "Yeah! Someone thought the pottage would be okay if we left it on the fire while we were out. But everyone agreed at the time, so who's really to blame, you know?"

Mercy nods, her innocence not letting her catch on to who'd been the one to suggest that.

"Alright, well, let me know if you find anything interesting. We haven't explored this place too much, mostly just for exits should something happen."

Mercy's ears perk up. "Like what?"

Melisandre shrugs. "The original owner coming back? With how old some of the furniture here is, I doubt that's ever going to happen, but you never know." She turns her attention to the pot as the lid rattles a bit from the heat of the pottage and removes the lid to give it a stir, careful not to get a faceful of hot air, though her fire pokemon nature let her get closer than most would be comfortable with.

With that, the pichu lights a candle from the fire pit and sets about to wandering around the dingy storage area. Many chairs, tables, and dressers catch her eye, her imagination piecing together what they might have looked like decades ago and all in one piece. In one particular corner, she comes across a strange looking... thing. It had her head tilting as she examined it from all angles, trying to decipher what it could be used for. It could of course be broken or part of something else, but somehow, Mercy didn't think that was the case.

It was three planks of wood set side by side the same way one would build a wall and they were held up lengthwise by wooden brackets on both ends with a pin locking them in place. In between the middle and bottom plank, there was a pair of holes cut and above that, between the middle and top plank, there was another pair of smaller holes that were closer together. Was it meant to hold something?

"Hey, Melisandre, can you come here for a second?" she calls.

"Sure!" Mercy hadn't gotten too far and was pretty easy to find anyway, given that the cooking fire and the candle were the only sources of light. "What'cha find?"

"I was hoping you could answer that," says the pichu, gesturing at the wooden stock.

"Heh, that's a bit strange to see... You don't know what this is?" Mercy shakes her head.

The fennekin ponders this a moment as a naughty idea forms in her head. "... Okay, how about I just show you." She pulls out the pins and lifts the top two planks out of the way, grunting a little from the effort, but she managed without too much trouble. Which meant there was no way Mercy was getting out without help. Perfect.

"Alright, first you sit here, and then you put your ankles in this part."

"Okay," the innocent pichu says, completely trusting her friend and eager to see what the thing did as she sits and puts her feet in. The fennekin slides the middle plank in place, trapping Mercy by the ankles, careful nor pinch her though it was built for adults so there was room but not quite enough to get her feet out she noticed. Excellent.

"Comfy?"

"Uh, I guess." Mercy wasn't so sure about this now.

"And you put your wrists here..." Melisandre says with a smile she hoped would encourage Mercy. It worked.

Melisandre slides the final board in place and casually puts the pins in, locking in Mercy's hands and feet.

"And that's how you put someone in the stocks!"

"The stocks?"

"Yeah. If someone's been bad they put them in the stocks and sometimes people throw rotten fruit and vegetables at them."

Mercy looks aghast at this revelation. "You not going to throw stuff at me are you?!"

"Nooo! No no, of course not. But there's other stuff you can do..." the fennekin trails off, waiting for Mercy's curiosity to get the better of her.

"Like what?"

And with that, Melisandre smiles like the meowth that ate the pidegy. She leans down and with a single claw she runs it up the bare bottom Mercy's foot.

"Ah! Ah hahaha. What are you-" It suddenly dawns on the little pichu what was about to happen. And she was powerless to stop it.

"Wait, stop Mel-hahaha! Ah hahahahahh!" Mercy is reduced to ruckus laughter as Melisandre tickles her feet. She strains against the unyielding wood, trying to get her poor feet away, but she had no leverage and the stocks were locked and were just weighty enough that her little 13-year-old body couldn't move it at all as she laughs and laughs.

Melisandre was having almost as much fun as her friend. Hearing the little pichu laugh was something she hadn't heard much before, but now she wanted to hear more. She pauses in her assault and glances around, poor Mercy's laughter trailing off to some giggles as she took the time to catch her breath a little. It's short lived however as Melisandre spies what she was looking for. Nearby was a particular gaudy looking hat that was probably gaudy even when it had been worn before being forgotten about down here. What was important however was the feathers, which were in surprisingly good shape. The fennekin quickly plucks out the perfect one for the job before turning back to Mercy.

A still breathless Mercy becomes crestfallen when she spies what's in the fennekin's hand. She shakes her head.

Melisandre nods.

"No! Don't-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Moments before, Mercy had never laughed so hard in her life. Now, once again, she had never laughed so hard in her life. The gentle teasing of the feather across her feet had her laughing to the point of tears rolling down her face. It was just too much.

[[Skip to the section labeled WATERSPORTS for an alternate ending, otherwise, continue]]

Finally, mercifully, after a few more minutes of laughing to the point her sides hurt, Melisandre stops tickling, the process having given her a thrill she hadn't known she needed and she was almost as breathless as Mercy, both of their cheeks flush with excitement. She gives a little cough of embarrassment after they both settle down and catch their breath.

"We, uh, should probably go check on the pottage."

Mercy nods.

".. You okay?"

"Yeah, that was... that was fun," she admits.

Melisandre pauses at that while removing the pins, her face flushing a bit. "... Did you... want to do that again sometime?" she asks, daring to hope.

Mercy's cute little tear-streaked face looks up at the fennekin and with a blush of her own, she nods.

[[END]]

[[WATERSPORTS]]

And it turned out it was too much for a certain other part of her of body.

"Sto-HAHAHAHAH! Wait-HAHAHAHA!"

Too late. The poor pichu could only keep laughing as a puddle started forming under her rump.

Melisandre keeps up the tickling, not realizing the predicament her friend was in. Suddenly a certain scent makes it's way to her nose. Huh? That smells an awful lot like-

"Oh my gods!" the fennekin stands and holds her hand over her mouth in shock at what had just happened, her face bright red with embarrassment, though the pichu was looking considerably more embarrassment at the moment, having just peed herself laughing.

"You... you meanie!" Mercy fumes, trying to look indignant, which only made her look cuter.

"Heh, sorry. I, uh, might have gotten a little carried away. Sorry about that. Let's get you out of there and down to the river to clean up, okay? I'll let you borrow a spare dress to wear."

Mercy continued to do her best to look indignant while locked in a stock and sitting in a puddle of her own urine. "... Okay...." Melisandre sets to work getting her out of the stock.

"... Can we... do this again sometime?"

The fennekin's ears perk up at that. She just pissed herself from laughing so hard and she wanted to do it again?

"I'm going to the bathroom first though next time." Ah.

"Yeah, I'd like that. You're really cute when you laugh, you know that?"

Mercy blushes and looks away. "J-just get me out of here, please."

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