"Stitch's Garden Mischief"
Stitch & Pleakley
 Story by Lemotter

 - M/M (?)
 - Watersports/Pee play

One sunny afternoon, the mischievous blue alien, Stitch, was up to his usual antics, causing playful chaos wherever he went. His laughter echoed through the air as he darted around, leaving a trail of harmless pranks in his wake. However, amidst his fun, he felt a sudden and urgent call from his bladder.Determined to make it home in time, he started his journey back. But with each step, the pressure grew more intense, and he found himself struggling to maintain his composure. His playful demeanor shifted to one of focused determination as he quickened his pace, his mind solely fixated on reaching the comfort of his home. As he walked, Stitch's usual energetic bounce turned into a hurried shuffle. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the growing discomfort. Every step felt like a challenge, and he could feel the pressure building up inside him. His eyes darted around, searching for any possible shortcuts that could get him home faster.

The path seemed to stretch endlessly before him, and with each passing second, the urgency became almost unbearable. Stitch's normally carefree expression was replaced with one of sheer determination. He muttered to himself, urging his legs to move faster. "Come on, Stitch, you can do this," he whispered, his voice strained. As he neared his destination, the urgency became almost unbearable. He could see his home just ahead, a beacon of relief. With a final burst of speed, he dashed towards the door, hoping to make it in time.Just as Stitch was about to enter his home, he noticed Pleakley tending to the garden, as silly as ever. Pleakley was humming a tune, completely absorbed in his task to gardening the flowers. Stitch paused, crossing his legs in desperation, feeling the urgent need to relieve himself. But then, a mischievous grin spread across his face. Maybe he could help Pleakley water the flowers in his own unique way. With a silent chuckle, Stitch sneaked behind Pleakley and swiftly climbed a nearby tree. Carefully, he positioned himself on a branch directly above Pleakley, who was blissfully unaware of Stitch's antics. Stitch's eyes twinkled with mischief as he prepared to execute his plan.

With a sigh, Stitch let go, he felt an immense sense of a wave of relief wash over him. The pressure that had been building up inside him finally began to ease, and he couldn't help but sigh contentedly. The sensation was almost euphoric, a wave of relief wash over him, He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of freedom and comfort.Stitch was creating a "special rain" that sprinkled playfully over Pleakley and the flowers below.The droplets shimmered in the sunlight, creating a sparkling cascade that seemed almost magical.The sensation of finally releasing the pressure was indescribable. Stitch felt his entire body relaxing as the tension melted away. Pleakley, as the first warm droplets of Stitch's "special rain" hit Pleakley's head, he looks up in confusion, his large, single eye blinking rapidly. "What in the galaxy...?" he mutters, puzzled by the sudden downpour on such a sunny day. This rain was unlike any other. It was warm and gentle, with a peculiar, savory smell that filled the air. The droplets glistened in the sunlight, creating a shimmering effect that made the garden look almost magical.

Stitch stifled his laughter, finding his own naughtiness amusing. Ignoring the source of the rain, Pleakley the curious and somewhat naive alien, decides to embrace the unexpected shower, began to enjoy the warm, gentle drops. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to let the droplets fall on his face, and stretched out his arms, a smile spreads across his lips as he twirls around, in delight. "Ah, this feels so nice!" he exclaims, completely unaware of the true source. The sensation of the warm rain was soothing, and he even stuck out his tongues to taste it, as he often did during real showers. However, this time, the rain had a peculiar, savory taste that makes him pause for a moment, but he quickly dismisses it, attributing it to some strange Earth phenomenon. "Earth rain is so fascinating!" he muses aloud, savoring the unique flavor.

Stitch, watching from above, found it hilarious. He continued to sprinkle Pleakley, who remained blissfully ignorant of the true nature of the "rain."Pleakley, still oblivious to the true source of the rain, twirled around in delight, his face lit up with joy. The flowers seemed to perk up under the unusual shower, their petals glistening with the warm droplets, their colors more vibrant than ever.Stitch, perched on the branch, watched the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and satisfaction.He couldn't help but chuckle at Pleakley's innocent enjoyment. The sight of Pleakley spinning and laughing in the garden, completely unaware of the prank, was too funny to resist. Just then, Pleakley noticed a peculiar scent in the air. He sniffed curiously, trying to place the familiar yet strange aroma. "Hmm, this rain smells... different," he mused aloud, still unaware of Stitch's prank.Pleakley took another deep sniff, his brow furrowing in confusion. The scent was oddly familiar, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He glanced around, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what was going on. 

Stitch had just finished and, barely able to contain his laughter, shifted slightly on the branch, causing a few leaves to rustle. Just then, a rustling sound from above catches his attention. He glances up and spots Stitch, partially hidden on the branch, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Pleakley, not the brightest at times, puzzles over what Stitch is doing up there. "Stitch, what are you up to?" he calls out, still oblivious to the prank. Stitch couldn't help but laugh, patting his belly in amusement. Pleakley, starting to doubt, sniffed better the air and then himself. He licked the wetness on his arm, and realization of the public bathroom smell dawned on him. His eyes widened in horror as he spits out the taste and the truth hit him. "Oh no... Oh no, no, no!" he exclaimed, spitting out the taste and frantically wiping his tongue with his hands."Oh no! This isn't rain!" he screams, his voice filled with panic.Horrified, Pleakley screamed and bolted towards the house,  flailing his arms in the air, desperate to wash off the "rain." "I need a shower! I need a shower!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the garden.Stitch, meanwhile, was laughing so hard he literally rolled on the ground. The sight of Pleakley enjoying the "rain" just moments ago, only to run away in horror upon discovering its true nature, was too much for him. He found Pleakley's reaction incredibly silly and funny, his laughter echoing through the garden.

As Pleakley dashed inside, Stitch's laughter grew louder. He clutched his sides, feeling the ache from laughing so hard. Tears streamed down his face as he replayed Pleakley's horrified expression in his mind. He rolled on the ground, kicking his legs in the air, unable to contain his amusement.Pleakley, meanwhile, was a whirlwind of panic. He burst through the door, leaving a trail of muddy footprints as he sprinted to the bathroom. "I need a shower! I need a shower!" he yelled, frantically turning on the water, scrubbing himself vigorously. "I can't believe I enjoyed that!" he muttered, shuddering at the thought. The warm water washed away the remnants of Stitch's prank, but Pleakley's embarrassment lingered.The sound of the shower running only made Stitch laugh harder.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Stitch's laughter began to subside. He wiped the tears from his eyes and took a deep breath, still chuckling softly. He looked around at the garden, now glistening under the sun. The flowers, despite the unusual watering, seemed to be thriving. Stitch couldn't help but feel a tiny bit proud of his handiwork.

Later that evening, Pleakley emerged from the house, freshly showered and still grumbling about the day's events. Pleakley stormed back into the garden, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. He marched straight up to Stitch, who was still chuckling to himself. "Stitch! How could you? That was... that was... disgusting!" Pleakley sputtered, his eyes wide with indignation. Stitch, seeing Pleakley's furious expression, tried to stifle his laughter but couldn't help the giggles that escaped. "Hee hee, Pleakley funny!" he managed to say between laughs. Pleakley crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. "This is not funny, Stitch! You can't just... just... do that to someone!" he scolded, but Stitch just grinned innocently, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Pleakley sighed, knowing that with Stitch around, life would never be boring.And so, the garden continued to flourish under Pleakley's care, sometimeswith a little help from Stitch's unique brand of mischief. 

---- EPILOGUE----

Later that day Pleakley bursts into the lab, to find Dr. Jumba Jookiba tinkering with one of his latest inventions. "Jumba!" Pleakley exclaimed, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief. "You won't believe what Stitch just did!" Dr. Jumba Jookiba, the rotund and brilliant scientist, looks up from his latest experiment with a raised eyebrow. "What has 626 done now?" he asks, his voice a blend of curiosity and mild annoyance. "Stitch... he... he... decided to become a garden sprinkler!" Pleakley sputters, his eye wide with disbelief.Pleakley launched into a detailed account of the incident, describing how he had been blissfully tending to the garden when he was suddenly showered with what he thought was rain. "He climbed a tree and... and... rained on me!" As he realized the true nature of the "special rain," his face turned a deep shade of red.

For a moment, Jumba stared at Pleakley, his expression unreadable. Then, a slow grin spread across his face, and he began to chuckle. The chuckle quickly turned into a full-blown laugh, his deep, booming voice filling the room. "Oh, Pleakley, that is priceless!" Jumba managed to say between fits of laughter. "626 has outdone himself this time!" Pleakley, expecting sympathy, was taken aback by Jumba's reaction. "It's not funny, Jumba!" he protested, but his words were drowned out by Jumba's laughter. "Oh, 626! Always finding new ways to cause trouble!" he chuckles, shaking his head. "You have to admit, Pleakley, it is quite creative."Pleakley, still horrified, glares at Jumba. "Creative? It was disgusting! I need a shower, and I need you to talk to Stitch about his behavior!"

Jumba wiped a tear from his eye and tried to compose himself. "Stitch has a unique sense of humor, and you were just the perfect target."Pleakley crossed his arms and huffed, clearly not amused. "Well, I don't find it funny at all," he grumbled."Alright, alright. I will have a word with him. But you know, Pleakley, Stitch is just being Stitch. He means no harm."Jumba patted Pleakley on the back, still smiling."Oh, Pleakley, you have to admit, it is a little funny," he said, still chuckling. "Especially since you were enjoying the 'rain' so much at first! I can just picture you twirling around, tasting the drops, completely oblivious." Pleakley huffs "Well, he needs to learn some boundaries!"Jumba nods, still smiling. "Come now, Pleakley, it's all in good fun. Besides, you have to admire Stitch's creativity. Using his, ah, 'special rain' to water the flowers? Ingenious! And let's not forget, I did give him an exceptionally large bladder when I created him. It's nice to see he's putting it to good use!" he said with a wink.Pleakley couldn't help but crack a small smile at Jumba's words. "I suppose the flowers did look a bit happier," he admitted reluctantly.

Jumba laughed again and shook his head. "That's the spirit, Pleakley. Now, let's go find 626 and see what other mischief he's up to."As Pleakley headed outside, Jumba follow him, still chuckling at the thought of Pleakley's unexpected shower, still amused by the whole situation. He mutters to himself, "That 626... always keeping things interesting." While Pleakley tried to maintain his dignity. Dr. Jumba's reaction highlights his understanding of Stitch's mischievous nature and his amusement at the creative ways Stitch finds to cause trouble, while also acknowledging Pleakley's frustration.Pleakley Despite his initial embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel a little lighter, knowing that even in the midst of chaos, there was always room for laughter.This dynamic adds to the humor and charm of their interactions.

END
"Stitch's Garden Mischief"
Stitch & Pleakley
 Story by Lemotter

 - M/M (?)
 - Watersports/Pee play