SPP lays another egg....

This fic is WEIRD XD . . . .

Snow did its best to keep falling, light and out of the way. Large flakes made their way down, just to land on the other snow flakes that had now made snow banks. It was dark again. Shadows loomed over the ceiling of the wooden tree house, like lunging fingers for a victim. May and Drew paid no mind. It was the dead of winter, and even with a heating system, cold still seeped through the floor door to tickle their vulnerable toes. The two sat side by side, staring off into space. Their thoughts were not important, and mostly vacant. Their backs were against the back wall, that faced the tree’s trunk, and their legs were outstretched, stretching for the window that faced out toward the rest of the forest. A drone of silence had overcome them right after a small, dumb fight about coordinating. May had fought hard against Drew’s tactics for coordinating. It was mostly due to a question - would attacks work well alongside opposing type attacks for an appeal? May had specified that she meant - would it look good to have a Water Gun and a Flamethrower shot at the same time during an appeal? Drew had told her no, and that it’s better to go with a flow - keep fire with fire and water with water. May had then countered in saying it would bring something new to the appeal, and then that's when the fight had broken out. Both sides preached that their strategy was better concerning the judges. Drew had gotten in an insult, in saying May couldn’t possibly have an opinion, concerning the fact she hadn’t been in the career long enough. The fight then swooped into a debate about what was considered “enough” in Drew’s eyes, something he could easily win. How could someone argue and debate about someone else’s personal opinion and win, anyway? It was simply impossible, and after a couple of lines, May set herself in the position she was situated in now. Her arms were crossed under her breasts, and now she folded her knees up to her chin. Nothing ran through her mind, and every time she heard Drew breath, she counted it. Some would call that obsessive, but she would argue it was complete boredom. Why, when you’re alone you count your own breaths. When you’re with someone else, you count their breaths. It was the only sound going around anyway. It made her nervous almost, or perhaps that wasn’t the right term. Whatever the feeling was, each breath sent Butterfrees to clutter inside her chest and stomach. She had to do something about it. She looked over at him. His legs were sprawled out and set apart; his back up against the wall. He was paying no attention to her and was completely oblivious she was captivated by one of his natural body functions. May wanted to say something, but nothing came to mind that would be appropriate. You can’t just say after a long silence “Hey, can you please stop breathing? You’re making me…Well, you’re making me…” It was much too difficult. She looked away. She had to do something to rid herself of the antagonizing crave to touch him. She outstretched her arm toward him and pinched his side. For a split second, she held onto a piece of his skin, which felt like mush. He jolted to the side.“Hey!” he couldn’t help but smile, yet he was still freaked out.It wasn’t enough though. That one pinch just made the craving even more pompous. May didn’t answer his silent questions, nor did she look him in the eye. He sat back where he was with a strange look on his face. May went ahead to poke him in the same spot she had pinched. Once again, his body proved to be soft in that area. May giggled to herself. Drew flailed his hands in another silent question, but again May would not answer, nor would she look at him. He sat back again, hoping she was done. But again, he was wrong, and this time May poked him in the butt. “May!” Drew shrieked.May only giggled louder and Drew shook his head. It wasn’t as though he resented the attention, but if she wanted to “get down and dirty” she could simply go all the way right about now instead of doing small insignificant things in hopes he would start. He now sat further away. He wanted all or nothing, and he was afraid she might go so far as to touch in naughty places she wasn’t yet allowed to venture because of her own rules. May sat with puppy dog eyes, staring at him, her cravings now taking over her. Drew did not to look at her, scared that he might fall into her devices of getting him to do what she wanted. When she saw her cute appearance wasn’t working she crept toward him on her knees, and sat like a sad kitten wanting to be let in from the rain next to him. She waited, quietly, obediently. He turned to look at her. Once he did, May jumped at her opportunity and gently kissed him upon the lips. Their eyes closed, taking in the feeling that encircled their mouths. May took it upon herself to go the extra step, and now used her tongue, just as Drew had done that fun day in the snow, to pierce in his lips in search of his own tongue. He gladly let her in. Their breathing escalated and a flock of Butterfrees had entered both hearts as they began to pet each other. Drew held May close to him almost so protectively, while his other hand stroked her light chocolate hair to ensure her safety with him. Both May’s hands were on his corresponding shoulder squeezing the muscle there that allowed him to shrug. Her hand climbed up his slender, young shoulders to the base of his neck where he let out a breath of comfort and then dove back in for another kiss. Her thin hands reached up his neck and onto his jaw bone. Her fingertips dug into his hair and ran across his bottom scalp. This wasn’t enough, though. The cravings wanted more, just so much more. May ended the kissing, but only for a short while. Her face was still close to Drew’s – she could feel the air of his exhale. She could see his lips were becoming a slight hue of violet and she gave a weak smile, satisfied with progress so far, and ironic for Drew’s thoughts that the session had been terminated. She dove in again for another kiss, her blue eyes closing for the sake of the moment. Her hands found Drew again, and they began their work as they vigorously tried to pull off Drew’s over jacket, in such a worried hurry as if the feeling that fueled them to do so would soon cease. May’s lips pulled away from Drew’s and they scanned the rest of his face. Her lips and nose probed his face as she got the jacket off and held him close. Drew sat with his head held back, letting May take over, curious about what she would do next. She held onto him, and they fell to the floor, yet oblivious of it as they tried to supervise where their hands were going. They found them quite hard to keep track of. May sat on top of Drew, one leg on either side as if she were a cowgirl atop her steed. May dove back in for another session of kissing, and Drew happily agreed. As time went on, May went from a sitting position, to lying on Drew. She knew it was no trouble for him, as with each breath he took, she was raised slightly into the air. In this position, their chests were firmly pressing against each other, which sped both hearts into over drive. Drew freely allowed his hands to wonder. It was too much trouble to keep them on a leash and they gladly found May’s bottom, in which she ignored. Not exactly ignored, but there was a party in her mouth she couldn’t pass up. May’s arms were folded at the elbows and her hands were stiffly holding onto Drew’s shoulders. Even without their help, something hard stuck into her hip. It wasn’t as though May wasn’t aware of Drew’s anatomy and the very feeling of everything he was at that moment made her feel powerful. To think she had the power to make the hairs on the back of his neck – and his pants, nonetheless – stand up like that. He almost appeared weak. Aside from his arms and hands, he lay stiff to continue on in the path she had laid out for him. She didn’t know, but he still wanted her to take front seat in this. When she wouldn’t go further, his stomach muscles tightened, and lifted her and himself back up into the sitting position they had started. It seemed as though May couldn’t take it either, and her hands worked like busy Beedrill on his black shirt. They parted for Drew’s shirt to come up over his head and they then continued to embrace in hugs and kisses. The cool air pinned his bare skin, still too young to wield any kind of manly hair. May went for a kiss again and Drew took it. Feeling as though he was missing out, he parted with May’s lips and found a hand that was the least obsessed with her beautiful curved figure to pull down the zipper that hid her body from him. The zipper buzzed down until it parted at the bottom. The red blouse parted like doors open to reveal May’s middle body. . . .

Once the red blouse had been tossed aside like a child for time out, Drew dug his face into her chest. They hadn’t yet been acquainted. It was at this point, May gave the leading role to Drew as he became obsessed with a single line. She ran her fingers through is hair, letting him enjoy himself. His arms were once again wrapped around her in a tight embrace. They lowered ever so slightly, little by little, until they got to the top of her skirt. He was going for it all, as his thumb went in, and nothing would stop him except for the words that were uttered next.“No, not yet,” May whispered softly into his ear, “Next time, I promise.”She then went back to snuggle into the base of his neck. Drew’s hands retreated and found other work. He registered into his mind that promise, and made it certain that next time he would make her keep it. A promise is a promise after all.

It's true, Serebii.net's moderator, Kiori, has laid another egg, this time in the form of Encyclopika's 'Treehouse Saga'.

We learned before that Serebii.net has contained a Shipping Fics forum that condones explicit love scenes with the disclaimer that they had to be in professional tone. Even though we exposed the presence of 'A Day Inside May' and the topic became popular, not much has been learned on Serebii.net itself. Between this story, 'Palletshipping' that turns Ash and Gary gay, and fads that group their members together, the forum is not accomplishing much as 'the place for everyone'. We also learned that there exists 'shipping', grouping of animé characters to create relationships that functions like matchmaking, and that it often con go as far as to create explicit stories such as this one.

Shipping Fics isn't the only venue of inappropriate dialogue and texts. There are issues of pornography viewing cropping up, and I recall a moderator cursing out someone that admitted to viewing such material. The objective of a moderator, I have always pressed, is to foster peace and order, and this does not include calling people morons or anything else that has the potential of creating unease. Unfortunately, Super Cheats was like that until the triumvirate was banned.

I approve of shipping stories, but I do not want them to get to the level at which we're making an NC-17 movie, which the NC-17 rating on Serebii Forums is evidently condoning. It's fine anywhere else, but definitely not on a forum that's supposed to be for kids from age 5 and up to adults, which means that the content has to be suitable for everything in between. (Remember, COPPA regulations, which are probably being flouted now, just prevent children under the age of thirteen from posting, not viewing.)