2008-04-13 03:16 am (UTC)
huff-n-puff-n-choo-choo all aboard, one-way hellbound.
Samus/Pikachu (in a way, I suppose.)
Prompt: Love hurts. (Sadomasochism?)
It can either be a strange!fic where Samus is sadistic towards Pikachu (like kids who kill squirrels, but no death!fic plox) and Pikachu is all D:>? and interprets it as a form of 'love.'
OR A SHIFT OF GEARS and have Pikachu have the personality of the trickster!pikachu from the old pokemon mangas, electric-shocks and short-circuiting adventures :D
2008-10-23 07:38 am (UTC)
Pain Cycles (1/2)
It wasn’t that Samus was cruel for the sake of being cruel. She’d discovered, however, that she got the same rush from sex as she did from battle, and slowly (having never had anyone in her bed who didn’t like it rough) blended the two. Her cruelty, then, was her kindness; like her mercy was dealing deathblows to those enemies she encountered groaning on the floor in pain from wounds. She’d never checked to see if they would have survived had she not come along.
Sheik might have understood. It was said that the Sheikah from Hyrule had long been a people bound to the ways that separated warriors from kindness, from tender weakness. From love that wasn’t painful and rough in all its ways, to remind each participant that it was something that they did not need.
But Sheik was also a facet of Zelda, and the Zelda personality that went dormant whenever Sheik came out did not understand these things. Zelda would never hurt someone unless she had to, and didn’t like rough sex except occasionally.
And then there was Pikachu. The little yellow mouse was splayed out on its back, all of its stubby limbs stretched out and restrained. Absently, Samus let her plasma whip tickle down the electric mouse’s front, watching how the little thing squirmed and cried in protest, little tear drops trailing down its face and sparking a little over its electricity pouches. “Chuu…” the Pokémon managed.
She supposed it wasn’t really a tickle. After all, plasma wasn’t quite the same as electricity—while Pikachu could probably absorb some of the energy, the rest was probably shocking and somewhat painful. She’d never tried it on anyone since… Captain Falcon, maybe? He’d gone pale and lost consciousness before she’d done much with the whip, so perhaps it did hurt more than she gave it credit for, but all the same… no, just the whip wasn’t any fun. Besides, yellow was so… bright.
Pikachu widened its eyes a little at the shiny implement in Samus’ hands. Then, a snick, and the pain came back. Little rivulets of red trickled down its fur, but before it had time to cry out there was another snick and another. And then there was the scalpel, stained red, tracking a bright red line over Pikachu’s middle and carving Samus’ initials onto the electric mouse’s limbs. “Wonder if I should put ‘Property of Samus Aran,’” the woman mused. “Hm… but no, that might make your trainer angry.” She smiled. “Blood on your fur is a nice color, though.” The bounty hunter stepped back as the pain struck the Pokémon fully, breaking its control over the electricity stored in its cheeks and causing a massive electricity discharge.
There had to be a reason she was doing this, Pikachu thought desperately. After all, this human had saved Pikachu. Had kept the facility from draining Pikachu’s energy entirely. So what was this… wait, no, there was that human thing… what was it called…
2008-10-23 07:40 am (UTC)
Re: Pain Cycles (2/2)
Samus watched the sparks play over Pikachu’s convulsing body, having shocked itself in the process. “Poor thing.” Producing a Full Restore, she debated whether the bleeding was severe enough to kill the mouse. Normally she would have simply killed whomever she was playing with at this point, but it would prove a problem if Pikachu died—not to mention she really couldn’t acceptably kill a fellow Smasher. “Here, then. I can always get more from Red.” She sprayed the restorative over the Pokémon’s body, and waited as its skin and fur and blood regenerated. “There, now. Good as new. Now we can start again.”
Pikachu watched the human dully as she giggled quietly to herself, and wondered what it was, that human thi—OH. Pikachu’s trainer had mentioned this, maybe, once or twice. Love. He couldn’t explain it properly, then, and Pikachu couldn’t reach him now, but… was it… could it?
“When someone loves you, sometimes it doesn’t work the way it should and they’ll hurt you, but they’ll always make it all better,” he’d said. Pikachu thought about it, and saw Samus put down the scalpel and produce a little white stick, the end lit and producing foul-smelling smoke.
Ah. It had to be that. It had to be it. This was how Samus showed that she loved Pikachu. She cut Pikachu and shocked Pikachu and made Pikachu cry, but this was how Samus said “I love you,” because she always healed Pikachu too.
Pikachu shut its eyes and waited for Samus to deliver more love.
Please excuse my epic fail. D:
2008-10-27 02:15 am (UTC)
..... ;A; This made me cry because now I want Samus/anthroPika shmex.