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Summary: Michael Jones wants to be the Champion of Kanto. Ryan's content to watch.
Warnings: None
WC: 1,276
The wonderful world of Pokèmon! Inhabited by hundreds of different species, trainers capture, raise, and battle with their Pokèmon to become the Pokèmon Champion! But the road to success is paved with challenges. Many times young trainers may ally themselves with mentors who will teach them and help them grow alongside their Pokèmon. Today we zoom in on a pair thatâs a little . . . less-than cooperative.
âIâm telling you I donât need help you fuck!â A fiery, bespectacled boy shouts. âBesides, you ainât even that good!â
âPlease watch your language Michael. Itâs unbecoming of a Pokèmon trainer, much less one aiming for champion of Kanto.â A tall, gaunt man replies, keeping an ever-so calm and collected air about him.
âOh pardon me, Ryan, for such unbecoming language.â Michael retorted, âI am so fucking sorry you jackass. Fight me.â
Ryan chortles, shaking his head. âIâm only saying you should be more polite. Regardless, we are approaching Pewter City, home of the rough and tumble rock specialist, Jeremy Dooley. I donât believe your team is quite up to snuff, but fortunately thereâs Mankey in the tall grass between Viridian Forest and Pewter Gym, which will provide a type advantage.â
âOr I just march in there and kick his ass with my Charmander.â Michael replies. âAnd if he doesnât work I have my Pidgey and Rattata!â
âAll Pokèmon weak to rock or resisted by rock. You really should play to the types. A good team balance is necessary for a -â
âYeah yeah yeah, a good balance is necessary to succeed as Champion. Fuck you letâs go fight Jeremy.â
Ryan lets out a brief sigh. âI just want you to remember I did warn you.â
The pair stops by a Pokèmon Center so Michael can heal his Pokèmon. As he waits at a table, he sees Ryan go to the nearby cafè for a quick meal. Sitting down, he places a sandwich and soda in front of Michael.
âSo whatâs your strategy? I assume it isnât just try to set his Pokèmon on fire with Ember.â Ryan says, before diving into his sandwich.
âI mean, yeah, thatâs the plan. Just fuckin . . . use Ember.â Michael replies, eating the fries off of Ryanâs plate. âItâs worked every fight before.â
âYou keep saying that but you spent the past three days fighting bug types, which are weak to fire and flying type attacks, Michael. You really should read that book I gave you. It has all sorts of information about types and their various strengths and weaknesses.â
Michael stares at Ryan as he continues to devour his meal. He opts to ignore Ryanâs remark and gets up to go collect his Pokèmon. âDude give it up. Iâm going to win with my Charmander and thatâs that.â
The duo walks to the Pewter City Gym, Michael screaming at Ryan to shut up the entire way. Soon they approach the gym and enter. The interior is dark, the light from the door illuminating a wooden pathway.
âHello? Anybody here? Iâm looking for Jeremy?â Michael says as he enters. Immediately upon closing the door, a Voltorb lights up the room next to him. Michael glances at the Voltorb, puzzled.
âWhat the hell is this?â He asks, gesturing rudely at the Voltorb.
âI suspect he is your gym guide Michael. Perhaps ask him nicely to turn the lights on.â Ryan says, gesturing politely at the Voltorb.
Michael whines at Ryan before turning back to the Voltorb. âCan you please turn the lights on so I can challenge this gym?â
The Voltorb spins in place, before letting out an electric shock, activating the lights, which illuminated the path leading to a bald man sitting at the end of the path. He got up, and stared down the line. âI am Jeremy Dooley, the leader of this gym. Who are you, challenger?â
Michael walked down the pathway, Ryan and the Voltorb in tow. âThe nameâs Michael Jones and Iâm the guy youâre about to lose to.â
Jeremy laughs dramatically. âWeâll see about that.â Jeremy pulls a Pokèball from his waist and throws it. âGo, Rhyhorn!â He shouts as a massive stone rhinoceros appears in a streak of light.
Michael smiles and pulls out his own Pokèball. âGo, Charmander!â He shouts as his fiery lizard manifests.
Jeremy stares blankly before bursting out in laughter. Â âYouâre challenging me with a fire type? Youâre either confident or stupid. Rhyhorn, use Rock Tomb!â
âCharmander, dodge and use Ember!â Michael reacts, directing his Charmander. However, he is too slow, and is hit and pinned by the rocks.
âNow Rhyhorn, use Horn Attack!â Rhyhorn roars as it charges at Charmander, who braces for the impact.
As Rhyhorn continues the charge, an explosion blows a hole in the roof of the gym as a large net drapes over Rhyhorn and Charmander, snaring them.
âWho dares interrupt this important battle?!â Jeremy cries out, as he looks up to see a massive aircraft with a large red âRâ emblazoned on it.
A man in all black, wearing a fine black beret, appears from the craft. âWeâre Team Funhaus, gym leader. Weâre here to steal all your Pokèmon!â As he says that, he flicks a switch, drawing the net into the aircraft. âRhyhorns and Charmanders are real rare around here. Oh, and before I forget . . .â The Funhaus Grunt pulls out a large canister and aims it at Michael and Jeremy. Activating it, it creates a massive vacuum, pulling their Pokèballs off their waists.
âPidgey, Rattata, no!â Michael screams as the canister locks the Pokèballs in.
âYou know, itâs awfully rude to steal other peopleâs Pokèmon.â Ryan says, stepping forward. âLooks like Iâll have to teach you manners.â
âAnd who are you? Some dawdling old man who thinks he can stop us?â The Grunt says tauntingly. âI bet you donât even have any Pokèmon on you!â
âOh I have one. Several in fact. Like that Salamence about to disable your aircraft.â Ryan says, pointing up at the sky as a massive dragon swoops down and slashes apart the net, freeing Rhyhorn and Charmander. âAllow me to introduce myself. I am James Ryan Haywood. You might know me better as the Champion of Alola.â
The grunt pauses for a moment before freaking out. âWhy is a Champion here?!! You should wasting your time on your throne on your tiny island, not thwarting our grand plan!â
Ryan chuckles, before pointing at Michael. âTo observe and aid the next generation. I have chosen this boy as my ward and I shall derive great pleasure in watching him grow. Now then; Salamence, use Dragon Rush and send this petty thief flying.â
With a mighty roar, Salamence coats itself in an aura of blue energy and charges at the aircraft, destroying it and launching the Grunt into the sky.
Michael quickly rushes to embrace Charmander while Jeremy checks on his Rhyhorn. âHey Ryan, why didnât you tell me you were a Champion?â
âWould it have changed your opinion?â Ryan asks, returning Salamence to his PokĂŠball.
âNo, probably not.â
âThen let us resume your adventure. Mr. Dooley, your gym battle?â
Jeremy looks around and sighs. âI will need to close the gym to repair it. As such I am temporarily relieved of my gym leader duties. I would be honored if I may accompany you on your quest, Michael.â
Michael shrugs and points at Ryan. âI mean this fucker did, so why not?â
Jeremy smiles. âExcellent. Voltorb youâre in charge.â Voltorb spins in place enthusiastically.
Michael turns to Ryan. âAlright, next gym is in Cerulean City, yeah? Letâs head over now!â
Ryan smiles, before headings towards the doorway. âAfter you, Michael. We have much ground to cover.â
Summary:Â Barbara gets a new roommate and makes a new friend.
WordCount: 985
Pairing: Barbara/Mica
A New Ghostmate
    It was supposed to be a joke. Haunted houses arenât real. Yet here Barbara was, playing Mario Kart in her new house with her ghost roommate.
    âHow do you play this game Babs?â The ghost said, crashing into every obstacle and banana. âI have no idea what this console is. You called it a Switch?â
âYeah Mica. Itâs the latest Nintendo console. Do you know what Nintendo is?â Barbara asks.
âIâm not an idiot Barbara. I know what Nintendo is. I just . . . havenât played a console since the Super Nintendo.â Mica replied, trying to adjust to the motion controls.
    âWell Mica, you need hands first. And please donât call me Babs.â Barbara says, pointing at Mica attempting to play with transparent stubs. âYou really shouldnât look like a stereotypical ghost to play games. Kind of no fine motor control.â
    Mica scoffs. âI guess I could mimic what I looked like in life, but itâs been a long time. My human appearance wasnât great for scaring people.â
    Barbara canât help but chuckle at this. âWhat, a withered old lady ominously floating around, moaning and groaning, spewing ectoplasm isnât scary? Afraid your ghost form will have brittle bones too?â
    Mica looks down. âI was 23 when I passed. I had come home after college for break . . . we were asleep when some racist jackass who had a grudge against my father decided itâd be a good idea to burn my house down. We never made it out.â She says quietly.
    Barbara canât speak. She felt awful for making jokes and not thinking about the fact that no matter what the reason, Mica is still a ghost, which means she died unfulfilled in life.
    A period of silence passes before Barbara claps her hands together. âSay, what if I help you pass on? Thatâs why youâre a ghost, yeah? You never achieved your goals or some shit.â
    Mica looks up. âYou know, thatâs a swell idea! I wish I had thought of it!â
    Barbara smiles. âSo . . . what did you want to do that you never did? Skydive? Run a marathon? Eat really good hummus?â
    âI never got to go on a date. I was too busy with my studies and the options I had werenât that great.â
    âI canât believe there werenât any good looking guys for you to date. Though Iâm not sure why, given I donât know what you look like.â
    Mica laughs at that. âOh, let me focus for a second.â She says as she begins to glow and shift. The standard sheet appearance began to slowly dissipate, revealing a very attractive, dark skinned, young lady. As the sheet finishes dissipating, a large swath of luxurious hair falls to Micaâs shoulders and she opens her eyes. âHow do I look?â
    Barbara looks Mica over before quickly averting her gaze. âYou might want to make some clothes up Mica. Looks like you appear exactly as you did in life before you died.â
    Mica looks down to realize sheâs stark naked. She quickly manifests a blouse and long skirt. âListen itâs hot during the summer in Texas! It was easier than running the A/C or that obnoxious fan all night.â
    âItâs okay Mica. Now why couldnât you get that date? Youâre gorgeous. Every guy must have been drooling over you.â
    âIt wasnât the guys I wanted drooling over me.â
âOh. Oooohhhh.â Barbara responds in realization. âYou play for the other team. Tell you what, Iâll take you out on that date you want.â
âWill you really!?â Mica exclaims. âThatâd be so wonderful Barbara! But I donât even know what I want to do on a date. Like I said, never got to go on one.â
âOh wow. Youâre really serious. Okay, uh . . . .â Barbara sat there, pondering. âCan you leave the house or are you stuck here?â
Mica sighed. âI canât leave the premises. The yard, the house, I have free reign but beyond that Iâd need a body or something. Maybe, not sure. Never tried.â
Barbara laughs at that one. âYouâre pretty funny. Okay, howâs this for a date? Whatâs your favorite meal?â
âI like a nice beef wellington. Ooh, and maybe some ceviche or something. I also really really like sushi. I also canât say no to nice apple pie.â
âOkay, uh . . . Iâll Google how to make those things and then Iâll go to the H.E.B., get the ingredients, and make you your favorite dishes, which by the way were you guys rich or what because those are really fucking fancy dishes.â
âWe werenât poor but we had a comfortable life. Got to have fancy meals for nice events. Perks of your parents being a couple of attorneys.â
âOh wow. Okay. So yeah, Iâll get the ingredients and make you all that delicious food, then we can chill and watch a movie. I have Netflix!â Barbara says cheerfully.
âWhatâs Netflix? Is it like Blockbuster?â Mica replies, confused.
âOh my you really havenât been able to get out of this house in twenty years, have you? Itâs like Blockbuster but all online. Donât have to go out to a store or anything.â
âOh wow! Thatâs so cool. Must take forever. AOL is so slow to start up.â
A cold chill fills the house as Barbara takes a minute to recompose herself.
âOkay, no. Like Nintendo, the internet has updated and improved in the past twenty years.â Barbara finally replies. âBut getting back on track, yeah Iâll make your favorite foods, weâll watch a movie, cuddle, and then maybe go lie down in the backyard on a soft blanket and stargaze. How does that sound?â
Micaâs eyes start to water. âBarbara that sounds perfect. I cannot believe youâd do something so nice just for me! I really, really, hope this will be the best date ever!â
âIâll make it happen, my dude. But first letâs finish this game of Mario Kart.â
âYouâre on!â
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