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This was the first fanfiction I'd ever written many years ago. Having had a spark to revisit this oldie six years down the line, I couldn't help but give it a fresh splash of paint, sadly I didn't have time as I would have wished to give this first one a little overhaul. Rest assured, the following chapter will gain, a new addition here and there, maybe even changes to reflect the years of pokemon gone. Things have been added to the game since, and I've never really been one to play the game, or watch the series. I just like a world with monsters. There are no conventional pokemon battle type stuff here, just a wild adventure with a spark of romance.

A Christmas Quest For A Kiss

Chapter 1

~A Conviction To A Kiss~

For as long as Malek could recall, his human child was an ever-carefree criminal. She had a heart of gold, yet she was no saint by far, having a troublesome streak that spawned from mischief. On most occasions the crime was completely unintentional, and yet she somehow became entangled in its temptation and committed it. Her main criminal activities varied day to day from diamond and jewel robberies, of course unsuccessful ones, to defacing government property. Still those long crazy avenues of misguided shenanigans always brought a smile to his face as it is, what she normally called 'The Good Life'. He had his own interpretation of this, and could he really be blamed for it, it came by the way of poorly thought-out reckless haste.

He did enjoy her company to no ends and loved traveling to towns far and wide, traversing the many cities with the pleasure of accompanying her. He usually trailed a safe distance from her to avoid being caught in her crazed misfortunes, however, never a foot too far should she need him. He loved to see her wanting the challenge of the next big heist as it brought about an awe-inspiring spark in her beady eyes; nothing ever went to plan, but it always worked out in the end, kind off. Still, everyday yielded an unpredictable adventure.

With all the turmoil that had come, he found it harder to grasp how his sweet Tory could possibly be as lucky as she is. It was blatantly clear this girl is the most bumbling and clumsy criminal anyone could ever imagine, but somehow she managed to make a fumbling getaway every time. Some people called it pure luck, some people thought of her as a genius. In any case, she always managed to avoid capture through the hands of the local law enforcement.

As her guardian and assailant he watched and guided her training. The Absol did not know why or how he got caught up in everything she stole, as he had to bail her out of some sticky situations now and then. She was a good kid, most of her crimes ended up donating the spoils of her victories to some worthy cause or another, simply stating she wasn't giving charity, she simply didn't feel like having the money as it had germs on it, or another excuse. His charge only ever kept what she needed to survive and live off.

Tory would change many things about herself if she could, and many times she had told her sweet mentor how she hoped for the better life. Tory was a very good natured and a gentle girl when it came to interacting with others, thinking of the less fortunate above herself but not a day would come where she would confess this.

Christmas Day . . . .

In recent days Tory's luck had been traveling the gruelling road of hard knocks. Her 'luck tank' was running on fumes, and her good fortune only came when she was partaking in her recent inundation of felonious acts. She had taken a casual break from stealing and other unsavoury acts in grand hopes of leaving the life of crime behind her to maybe settle down. The new plan was better said than done, as she soon realized that somehow it was not going as she predicted.

The unsparing winter came upon them like a badly tuned instrument; its off keys carried a fairly harsh ordeal for the notorious duo. Sheets of white, skies of haziness, it had been snowing for days. Money was tight. Tory had made a tough decision to take refuge in an uninhabited cave just outside the Eterna City suburbs with her master, Malek.

Malek was not her pokemon, no-no, not by a long stretch, however she was his human disciple and the closest thing to a friend he had or family even. Christmas had spread its wondrous festivities along with that annual cheery tone to touch the hearts of many, it was a time for families to rejoice, tis the season to be jolly? Alas, things were a little far from jolly for the girl.

Tory had not consumed food or any form of nutrition for just over a day, and hunger was beginning to nag at her. This thing called work was a pain as put it. Tory worked under the alias of Lisa to better hide her from the scouring eyes of the law. She worked long hours with bad pay at a local pokemart selling groceries and necessities, even though it was not in her nature to work there and came at a high adjustment price. Even Malek's attempts in acquiring a job had fallen in vain to aid in the duo's financial pool. She was definitely not cut out for this kind of thing, as she mostly dreamed of the life on the road she'd grown akin to.

It was Christmas day and every shop was closed apart from the Pokemart. Her manager was a penny-pinching carnivorous money clinger, but at the same time he was a fairly decent guy or so she thought. If money could be grated into a beverage, he would guzzle a gallon a day without doubt and on top of that, he definitely wasn't the festive type.

Being Christmas, it was a means in which he could make a killing, and with no opposition from open stores and shops, he monopolized the local marketplace with slightly higher than average prices. The store was very conveniently located on the outskirts of the city center, making it accessible to an abundance of customers; it was ideal. It had three checkouts and was the size of a small supermarket on the high streets.

Tory's uniform was a short plain black skirt, conveniently given by the manager. She thought nothing of it although the reason may have been obvious as it showed of her sexy long legs with matching stockings up to her high thighs complimented with a tight-fitting, cleavage emphasising top. Unfortunately, she was also forced to wear a rugged and dirty pale green apron across the front that was decorated with all kinds of food and detergent stains from her mishaps, even that offered little protection from her shenanigans being so fitted to show as much of her body off as possible. Too bad it didn't match her long pink hair that cascaded down her back to the roundness of her tear drop ass cheeks. Grease smudges and grit that looked like smeared tire tracks covered her exposed arms and covered her creamy white skin.

Tory just managed to finish her physically and mentally draining shift after another one of her disastrous days where nothing ever went right for her, although that was pretty much the norm for most days. Being the eager little thing that she is, it was that time that she would get her special Christmas day rate which was double in her pay considering she was paid cash in hand on a day to day basis. Finally with the paycheck in her hand, her gritty fingers rolled over the brown-taped envelope, ripping it down the sealed end. Tory had awaited her pay pack for the best part of the day, hoping today she got something worth the diligence she had poured in with sweat and hard work.

Her lucky stars may have hoped to shine tonight with a revealed bonus or something inside; it was Christmas after all. She had hope, but it was short lived. As she drew out a scruffy hand-written letter that she folded back to read, only to find that her daily pay was missing and in its place was a crudely written dismissal note. Tory gazed up, letting a flamey glare leave her bewildered eyes at the pokemart manager in questionable fortification for answers. She knew she didn't always get things right but it was not from a lack of trying.

"Err... What the hell is this, Leo? You're sacking me?" she cried, expressing her disdain with her direct words, demanding to know the reason.

"Well lets see Lisa, today you broke one of the cash registers, you broke the door to the warehouse, you broke the over 900 eggs, you broke 30 bottles of milk, you knee'd our biggest investing customer in the balls after calling him a shoplifter who will probably never shop here again! You're a disaster and a walking hazard! Need I go on?"

Tory looked down twiddling her thumbs, dumbfound as he continued.

"I'm sorry but I got to let you go, please leave your name badge on the way out . . . . You're a good kid with a good heart, I know, but I got to also look out for my business."

Her expression was like frozen picture of sadness. Splashed with the cold reality vividly in her face, she knew he was right on all accounts; very blunt indeed. Propping herself up, she let out a plea for a glimmer of compassion making adorably wide eyes in hopes it would aid her in some way so he may revoke his decision.

"I guess I do cock-up a lot, but can't you give me another try?" she said as she twisted her waist coyly side to side, emphasising her shapely hips.

He found it hard to find the right words once his eyes caught sight of her desperation, and appealing body language, but they were driven out of him anyway. In a callous tone, he said,

"Sorry, not this time. I did that yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. I really like you, but you're costing me more than you're making for me."

Tory having lost all other means of persuasion fell upon the tactic she knew all too well. .

". . . . . . . . . Ok this is a stick up! I'm Tory: wanted in 21 states around Hoenn! I am the one and only, and all bow before me!" Her eyes shifted back and forth, twitching at her cheesy introduction as she struck a defiant pose with one hand on her hip and the other pointed straight at him.

He looked at her intently with skeptical doubt? Where she was heading with this; he thought to himself, It's a random joke surely, oh that Lisa was always the joker.

"That's kinda funny, as there's no way you could be . . . . . come on? How dumb do you think I am?" Leo asked as he frowned.

"No, I'm damn serious! Look, I'm even wearing a disguise because I'm so damn awesome!" She reached up and snatched the black wig from her head, tossing it aside in a dramatic style.

"Haahaha! Come on, dying your hair pink doesn't change a thing Lisa. And Tory is sophisticated, has bigger boobies than your size double D's, is totally evil, and very rich from all the robberies she's committed. You're . . . . . really sweet, clumsy, and kinda cuddly too . . . . I can't see you fitting the profile to be honest, so quit kidding around. Heh-heh-heh."

Tory found it profoundly insulting as she caught a glimpse of his perverted eyes straying from her face to their probing scan over her chest-mounted womanly assets. She abruptly stormed around the desk in a pent-up aggression and grabbed at the cash register, enraged and feeling belittled. Tory firmly placed her foot against the desk and securely wrapped her arms around the metallic gray register, attempting to pry it away from the wood that it was bolted down to. The unruly girl was even breaking a little sweat, trying a few different positions for better leverage.

Tory's boss just laughed and humored her in her unsuccessful act, finding it a little comical at best, but as it dragged out he knew she was trying to be serious and it had gone far beyond the point of a joke. While watching her, he finally decided that the girl had more than a couple of screws loose in her head, the poor thing may have cracked up due to losing her job. There was no way around it; he had to kick her out and the thought deeply saddened him. The action would be harsh, but it was necessary. On the other hand he couldn't resist an excuse to grab such a cute little thing.

"Ok, little missy, out you go! That's enough fun and jokes!" His big lugging arms extended in a chubby mass, grabbing her by the scruff of her collar. Fortunately, he had gotten to her before she could break anything else other that the items she had broken that same day. It had to be done, as she was probably not going to listen to reason. Leo forcefully tugged her along, marching her to the front entrance to the shop as she battered around, trying and failing to resist.

Tears filled her pretty green eyes; the sight made him release his firm hold out of fear he may hurt her. It was not like he had anything against her, on the contrary he was quite fond of her and liked her a lot as a person. Forcefully removing her was not how he would want to do it; he just wanted her to leave without giving any problems or causing a fuss.

"I don't want to do this, and again I like you, but I want you to leave with a little dignity. Here, take this- its 10 pokepounds. It's not much, but its Christmas, so go on and take it."

Tory bowed her head and graciously held her hands out to accept it, as she figured making a scene was not going to make him keep her on the job after the previous fiasco. There was no point in fighting because he had offered something that she could use. She stayed quiet, not for herself, but so she would be able to buy food for her Master. They needed the money and if it meant to submit here to acquire it, she would swallow her pride for the time being.

"Well, I do need some pokemon food or maybe a sandwich... How about it?"

He replied with a greedy tone.

"Well, pokeblocks come in packs of 5 and cost 11 pokepounds and a sandwich also costs 11 pokepounds so it will be one or the other. I will give you a one pokepound discount as its Christmas."

She could hardly believe his audacity, but Tory was in no position to meet any compromises. There was a little resistance on her behalf at the thought of buying what she believed should have been rightfully given. She gave him a judgment that remained silent and unvoiced; this guy was a jackass on the next degree. Maybe he wasn't a decent guy after all.

"Or you could have more if, well, you know, you got on your knees and licked my boots clean, or maybe something else?" Tory not being the brightest spark still knew what he wanted, even if she hadn't spent that much time in the company of humans as she did pokemon.

"No... Just the pokeblocks please." She parted with her hard-earned money, placing it in his money-grubbing hands. She did not care so much to be parting with the sandwich as long as her Master got to eat something on Christmas day. Even if she was desperate, there was no way she would sell herself out like that.

Leo reached over to the shelf and handed her the pokeblocks. Tory felt hollow as the bastard handed her the small bag of pokeblocks at least a small meal for her and her master. Even if it was not enough, she felt that she had earned more for working hard for this festering sack of shit.

At least he was giving her something, which was an upside. "Thanks for giving me the opportunity to work for you... It was really kind of you to give me the job, take care." Yes, it may have been a little ass kissing, but her Master had always told her that it's the better creature that concedes to valor than that which is raised by retribution; always be thankful for what little you get as there always is someone worse off than you. She had a few opportunities to kick him in his goodies; however, she managed to restrain herself from the primitive act of payback.

He gave her a sorrowful look, deeply saddened that he had to do this to her, or maybe that she hadn't been desperate enough to give him that little favour. Too bad his greediness had kept him from giving her more food.

"Bye Lisa, and drop by one day to say hello or something. I will pay you for, ahem," he coughed, "other services if you ever wish to sell them and pay you really well for them, three times your normal salary even, you're a great looking girl."

She wondered who was being desperate now? She felt sorry for him. Tory replied as politely as she could, knowing she would never return.

"I will." Without any further words to exchange, she pulled back the windowed door and left.

Leo slid the bolts across the doors, and then proceeded to place the latch across the doorframe, bolting it down. He still regretted his actions for not paying her fully and docking her pay. What's done was done, and he could not turn back the pendulum of time. He went back to his cash register; it was the end of a long and profitable Christmas day and he was finally glad the day had come to a close of business; it was time to cash up and count his fortune.

He remembered hiring her, and it was not because of her great ability to sell and work. He recalled when she walked in looking for work he noticed those well toned legs, that tiny waist, that tight little ass, and those big tits; his reason was very shallow and to have a hotty at the front register may attract more customers. But he began looking past his shallow reasons the more he got to know her. She was more than a pretty face, as she made him feel good when he was down; she was always there to say something uplifting to pick him up. He even regretted now offering her money for sexual favours.

As he opened the till, the draw popped open to reveal all the big notes had gone, all of them! How and when? Was it her? He tried retracing what had happened, trying to see how she could have gotten the money was completely beyond him. Was she really Tory? Was she playing a ditzy klutz all this time? He had heard from the tabloids that she was a genius, but this? . . . . . . Was he suckered for months while she planned this? He got onto the phone immediately to inform the police.

Tory casually walked down the dark street, lit with dim lamps. Lights from houses where festive occupants had gathered for their family meals together on this most special of occasions, their shadows could be seen rejoicing behind curtains, and some in plain view. She continued blissfully unaware of everything until she placed her hand into her pocket for warmth.

Feeling the rolls of cold, hard cash twisted her lips into a sultry smile as she licked them. "Oh I totally forgot! Yay! All mine, all mine! Bwahahahhaa... Ahem," she cried. She of course was banking the money when she got distracted and somehow left it in her pocket. Although a moment of bubble brain strikes again, it was also a moment of good fortune.

Tory began shouting out on her merry way, singing terribly. Her old habit for claiming praise for herself was ever present, and she was always the first to give herself credit, regardless of whether she did the deed intentionally or not. "Yes! I did it again! But this time there's gonna be good food, and in a super romantic hotel with Malek-poo and... and... and... a huge stuffed turkey with flowers too! Candle lit SUPERA ROMANTICA! Christmas pudding, too! Mwahahaa! Evil is I, and I is Evil and smoochie moochies will me mine, Malek!" Tory emitted another evil laugh.

Her thoughts suddenly dwindled on another problem: would Malek ever see her as a woman and not a child anymore? Would he see her as an adult that was prepared and willing for her first kiss?

All this money would have proved to be a great tool in her arsenal but it was useless with no where to spend it, although it hadn't quite hit in yet. Her scheming mind still pondered how to create the perfect enticement? How could she execute everything was the question? Maybe she would craft something simple and not too over the top. She smiled as the cogs of progress turned. First on the list would be to get flowers and mistletoe, followed with a nice candle-lit meal

. . . . . . . . . The realization that nowhere in town was open finally struck and now all the money at her disposal gained the grand title of useless printed toilet paper.

The dark roads felt lonesome with only the snowflakes that softly fell in gentle windless decent to keep her company. They seemed to fall gracefully as the wind suspended them in the air. It was cold, but no other moment she could recall felt so light as this one did; Tory hated working at the Pokemart, so maybe this was a feeling of freedom to gain one's independence. If this was independence then she had let down her master to whom she felt indebted to all these years. How could she screw up so badly and lose her job?

She finally made her way back to the cave that served as her humble abode. To hide the events that recently transpired, Tory resolved to use her flamboyant lies that were honed to amazing levels as she displayed a mask that hid her true emotions. She told herself the lie and to believe it was the art; she had a great day at work. She shouted out,

"Hey Master I'm home!"

Tory looked at him with twinkling eyes of giddiness and smiled warmly. There he was- her precious Absol, always strong and so masculine; his muscles were toned and defined, as he had a slightly bigger and more aggressive physical build than most males of his species. He had achieved his current physical form from rigorous training exercises every day, constantly pushing himself to the limits of his strength.

His eyes fierce but always gentle when he gazed at her, his attitude very willing and helpful. He could be temperamental sometimes, depending on the devious actions and mannerisms that the misfit Tory approached him with. In more cases than not, it usually provoked physical retaliation if he felt he was teased the wrong way. On other days he would be the one to provoke Tory and take the backlash of her anger. It almost bordered on sibling rivalry if they had been related.

Tory rolled out a plain cotton sheet that had a brilliant white to it, placing it along the stony residue of the cave floor, carefully ripping up the packet of pokemon food and placing it down in a neat orientation. She made quick work of coming up with something to convey to him she had eaten because she did not want him to worry about her, even if it meant a little white lie.

"I had a 3 course meal: starters were liver pate with red wine sauce, juicy fresh grilled vegetables, a huge grilled fish that was seasoned with amazing herbs, gorgeous pink rose wine, and you won't believe what I had for dessert! It was a special glazed chocolate gateau which all cost over a thousand pokepounds per person, all paid for by work of course, so don't worry about me."

Ok, maybe it was yanked out little white lie, and she gloated about something that never happened. Tory tended to talk herself out of situations really well and had good negotiation skills when she applied herself. They were struggling to cope as it was, both knowing it was about to get more difficult in the cold weather getting worse.

Malek felt a little upset that they could not share Christmas dinner together but he figured that it didn't matter as long as they had each others company. And besides, Tory had eaten a good meal, so there was nothing to regret. Malek knelt down, consuming the food she had placed before him, but it was barely enough to feed him. He felt his stomach groan, demanding more sustenance. He looked up asking,

"Hopefully you got to eat well, and I'm positive that you would have saved me some of the other food if you had the opportunity."

The Absol then heard a deep rumbling sound emanating from the pits of his slender human's stomach, which made him give her a scolding parental stare.

"You lied! You haven't eaten, have you?" His tongue was sharp and straight to the question.

She shook her head, a little embarrassed at being caught, and her confession made him sigh. She replied hesitantly, seeming almost too afraid to speak out. It was not the fear of him hurting her, as he would never harm her intently in any such way. Rather, it was the fear of him being hurt by the fact she was starving herself on his account.

"I am sorry Master, but I'd rather starve then watch you suffer in hunger," she exclaimed, awaiting her disciplining knowing it would be something cruel like a couple hundred squats or relentless running exercises. When it never came, she was greeted by a different reply which inspired the devious cogs within her mind to devise plans of entrapment for her love. He spoke out to her in a loving voice of concern,

"Ok you little rascal, I know what you did was out of compassion so I will let you off lightly this time. For now you better come with me as its the festive season; we should try and enjoy it outside in the city, so what do you say?"

She giggled excitedly, as maybe this could be the exact opportunity she had been looking for.

"Yes master I would love to! Is this going to be a date with little 'ol me?" The blatant hints of her attraction towards him were not very well placed and neither were they subtle in any way.

He shook his head in amusement and it was not the response she had hoped for, but rather exactly what she had expected. The key phrase that came to mind here was 'if you don't ask, you don't get'.

"No human, this is just a fun time out. You also need nourishment and liquids to sustain yourself, so let us go find something to do, as well as find you something to eat. This will supply an ample amount of time in order for you to explain your day properly," he responded in a proper usage of language, very akin to old royal guards of the Sinnoh Region. He almost sounded like a killjoy.

Tory knew she loved him for nine years and for nine years all she ever dreamt about was letting him be her first to kiss; all she ever wanted and fantasized about was this magical kiss, and she wanted this kiss tonight. She had waited so long to ask but the question still cast self-doubt in her, as she felt uncomfortable with the painful thought of rejection. There was no denying she wanted to try, knowing full well, to seize the chance, she must create that chance and what better day to do so?

There would be difficulties to win his heart but is love truly love without trials? She had hope that her quest will be fulfilled. Something felt serenely special and impeccably right. It was an intuition she intended to follow on with her heart, even if it was a foolish ones. Tory's mind, in affairs of the heart was lacking experience, or even how to entice another. In her simplicity she wanted something like a beautiful flower to give him, which would be really cool, and maybe some mistletoe from somewhere, and lastly the food, a winning formula? It was in the movies at least. She had no idea where or how she would get all three things but she aimed on making it happen.

They both departed their cave dwelling with the intent to enjoy a blissful evening. The snow was falling slowly along the slumbering woodlands, and it truly was a white Christmas. Tory skipped merrily through the snow leaving footprints in the white-layered flakes with Malek casually strolling after her; she seemed in a awfully good mood, but he felt something was out of place, like she was not telling him something.

He felt happy seeing how playful she was today, but he usually refrained from telling her that it gave him so much joy and gratification when he saw her filled with such vigor, happiness, and sometimes mischief. Maybe telling her such things would swell her ego, which would not be a great idea as she was hyperactive naturally. Anyways, it would just cause her to become more than a playful handful to cope with.

The beautiful ambers of the city lights could be seen as they approached, appearing like hundreds of lit candles in the distance. The trip was short at least and he felt almost sinful now, because he had eaten all the food. It made him happy and also very grateful that she cared for him so much as to put him ahead of herself. It also made him angry as he cared equally for her, and she had disregarded her own nutrition and health on his account.

There was a laughter coming from somewhere, which pleasantly caught Tory's inquisitive and curious nature. It couldn't really hurt to make a quick sidetrack to investigate, could it? Tory made a small diversion, drawn to the sounds as she made her quiet stealthy advance, nimbly moving across the snow with cushioned silent movements. She could hear voices and these were human voices, however what would humans want in this cold weather and be outside the city on Christmas eve?

"Hey May want to play make-out bunnies? Come on, let's do it!" a sensual alluring voice called for her partner it seemed, or friend. It was smooth and almost playfully sinful.

"No Dawn, what if Ash sees?" This voice sounded like it was apprehensive and slightly fearful towards the request of the first girl's verbal advancement.

"Then we jump Ash and play submission! Hehe! Eeeek! Don't pinch me, what did you do that for?" The first female seemed rather eager to pursue her course of physical interaction and already Tory was finding her amusing and fun, which reminded her of Malek when he would punish her for abusing him in some way. Tory had to have a look now more than ever.

"Haha, I just wanted to!" replied May having had her little payback while giving a warning back to Dawn with that action. However, Dawn was not about to be outdone or put off by such little things and only inspired her to pursue playtime with May even more.

"Now you're gonna get it: now I'm going to use my human version, tackle skill followed by the tickling of doom till you agree to make out for fun!"

Tory peered through the bushes wondering what was happening. There were two fairly pretty and cute young ladies in their late teens or early twenties. The two adventurous girls seemed to be wearing warm overcoats goofing around in the snow, play fighting and wrestling; maybe lesbians experimenting or role-playing would be a fairly safe assumption.

Dawn darted towards May like a little charging Tauros shouting out,

"Ready or not, here I come!" The tone of her voice was rather excited and very fired up.

"No, stop!" May cried out in protest against Dawn's rampant actions, but it was too little too late. Dawn tackled her dead-on, taking her down with a swift execution of well thought out movements. The playful cheery girl straddled up May's body making growling sounds while mounting her. She looked down at May in her victorious domineering position, grinning while waving mistletoe over her tauntingly, trying to get May to make the decision before she let an onslaught of tickling commence.

"Tackle was super effective, now for tickle! Rawr, rawr, rawr! Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" Dawn asked, making her friend ponder this proposition that heavily weighed to her advantage.

May began to kick her legs about as she squirmed a little, knowing it would be in vain; she squirmed in a final failed attempt to escape. Tory listened on, hearing the girl known as May confess to her defeat.

"Don't do it! I give I give! You can make out with me, but only because it's Christmas, ok?"

Dawn pouted in her dominating position as she sheepishly replied,

"Aaaww, that's no fun; you gave up to quickly, so now I have to find somewhere special to tickle you! Hehe, but my fingers need to migrate way down south for the winter to find this special water well."

Both the girls playfully giggled as Dawn tossed the mistletoe aside, landing a meter or two away from where Tory was hidden spying away. Tory didn't really take notice right away, as she was in a dull shock at what was transpiring. Setting her eyes eventually on the mistletoe, she had an idea to incorporate it into her own secret mission. While Tory thought up a plan to snatch the mistletoe, Dawn knelt up just a little to her arms down along her captive's body. Dawn continued her verbal enticing,

"You know Cyndaquil wants to give you a present too; do you like pies? He is a great cook. Hahaha, want him to give you a creampie later?" Dawn was used to being a tease before, during and after naughty playtimes.

May was becoming hotter with that last comment while Dawn's head descended downwards to let her lips slide sensually along May's neck as another unsolicited moan escaped her lips. Soon they were both lost in the rapture of each others bodily pleasure, having far too much fun to notice anything around them.

Tory's quest for the Christmas kiss had begun now; she wanted this mistletoe badly because it was of course the first item that was on her list. It had presented itself like a blessing, or was it? There was no way she would let this chance slip by. Besides, how hard could it be to snatch it away from too horny girls that were far too busy to notice her?

She took this as her opportunity to gain item number one! Tory grabbed hold of a nearby stick that rested near her, seeming to make things too convenient; maybe it was good fortune that everything she needed was perfectly situated. She could employ the aid of the stick in order to attempt to pull the mistletoe back to her, oh how she wanted it! While Tory schemed, Dawn was becoming more adventurous with May and rather noisy.

The spying girl reached out quietly, trying not to disturb the naughty duo in the midst of their passion. The stick moved apprehensively over the mistletoe as Tory pulled it back, trying to rake at the mistletoe; when she failed, she repeated the motion, clawing at it little by little. She watched it move closer till it was so unbearably near. Tory poked her arm out trying to reach for it, and she managed to wrap her fingers around the prized item. She grinned as her knee snapped a twig that emitted a loud sound.

"Oooops, now I've done it!" Tory whispered furiously at herself.

There was a sudden cry from the girl named Dawn.

"Hey who's there? Come out, now!"

May quickly pulled her skirt back over her nether regions, embarrassed and uncertain about what was in the bushes. May glared at the innocent looking shrubs and followed Dawn's lead, staying on guard as she shouted out.

"Hey, I can summon my Pokemon and blast you right out of the bushes. I know you're there!"