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A Very Indigo Christmas	By : lyarrah Category: Pokemon > General Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, nor do I make money off writing any of these stories.

Chapter List
- 1-Green
- 2-Dawn and Blake
- 3-Brendan
- 4-Cheren
- 5-Lyra
- 6-Wally
- 7-Yellow
- 8-Silver
- 9-Ethan
- 10-Barry
- 2
- 3
- 4
BRENDAN

PKMN Master Brendan

Brendan found his way into the main
hall in Lance's mansion and looked around for any signs of his
beloved May. She had went on ahead of him because Brendan had to do
some last minute shopping for his parents. Something he should have
done long before the eve of Christmas but he felt that it wasn't
necessary since he wasn't exactly that close to his parents. Well,
his father to be more exact. It wasn't exactly the best idea he had
come up with as it was a major hassle trying to get to the department
store and trying to find something that was left that both his
parents would enjoy. Let alone the endless amount of people who had
the same idea to wait until the last minute to find a gift for that
person that they had forgot a well and ransacked the store for all
that it's worth. It was a good thing that he had bought May's
present long before this headache

Brendan walked across the main hall and
wondered why one man such as Lance would have such a large mansion.
But he had figured that Lance was the type who liked his alone time
and probably felt that the overly large mansion was a good way to
feel secluded from most other people. And it also made a great place
to hold large gatherings. Case in point, this large Christmas party
with nearly anybody who was anybody was here. From Elite trainers
and top coordinators alike were all here to celebrate Christmas with
one another.

He made his way into the secondary hall
and passed several people he knew from many of the previous contests.
Keeping with simple chit-chat and shaking hands here and there. He
tried his best to keep a good face on when he just wanted to spend
this night with May. The only problem is trying to find her. After
several minutes of searching, he spotted a small beacon of hope.
The all too familiar spiky brown hair and permanent smug looking face
could only mean that Brendan had found Green.

“Hey Green!” Brendan
trying to elevate his voice over the large array of voices and
conversations that were happening around him. Green and Brendan
weren't the closest of people, in fact, They probably haven't said
more than five sentences to each other in the past year. But Green
was a familiar face and he could help Brendan to pointing him in the
right direction.

“Hi Brendan.” Green
responded with a glass of dark drown liquid in both of his hands. “
Here, let's start this with a proper Christmas party greeting and
have a drink with me.” He finished as he held out one of the
glasses towards Brendan. “It's a simple rum and cola.”
Brendan noticed there was a small hint of red in Greens face as well
as an uncharacteristic smile.

“No thanks, man. I'm not much
of a drinker.” Brendan declined the offer from his senior by
pressing it back towards Green. “I was wondering if you had
seen May around here?”

Green placed the glass on the counter
that was beside both of them and looked back at Brendan. “No,
I haven't seen your mistress anywhere.” He turned away and
leaned his back against the counter.

“Well, if you see her can you
tell her- wait, what did you say?” Brendan finally caught the
last words that came out of his senior.

“You heard me.” Green
replied and took another sip of his drink.

“Obviously I did not! Otherwise
I wouldn't be asking you to repeat yourself.” Brendan starting
to get a little hostile towards Green.

“Then I guess that woman has her
hand clasped around your balls so hard that the rest of your senses
have gone weary.”

“What!?” The loudness of
Brendan's yell was only barley heard over the large crowd in the
hall. “What the hell is the matter with you!?”

“Oh please.” Green
started. “I may not live in the same house as you but even I
can see it.” He then took another drink from his glass.
“Every time she's around you, you fall in to this daze and
succumb to her as her yes man. She always seems to yell at you and
you don't seem to fight back, or even mind, for that matter. I
swear sometimes I wonder who really is the man in the relationship.”
He finished and downed the rest of his drink. “Which is
another way of me telling you that you're a woman.” He added
and went for the drink he offered Brendan on the counter top but was
stopped by Brendan, who grabbed the drink himself and downed the
whole glass.

“Fuck you Green! That just goes
to show how you don't know shit about our relationship!” That
was about the most swear words Brendan has used in one sentence in
quite some time. As well as the first drink that he had in some time
as well. He then slammed the glass back on the counter and stormed
off and away from his seemingly drunk senior to continue his journey
to find May.

Green just shook his head and turned
his attention back to the counter and poured himself another drink.
“That kid has some problems.”

Brendan was now a little annoyed at his
seniors comments that he ignored several other people who were trying
to get his attention in the hall. He made his way to the back of the
hall and entered another area of the mansion. Looking around some
more he saw a few familiar faces and asked around but nobody seemed
to know anything. He was on his was out of the large room and about
to head upstairs when then he heard a deep voice holler out his name.

“Brendan!! Get over here you!”
He knew that voice all to well. The only difference was that it
wasn't an angry yell as it was a rather cheery one. Brendan turned
his head slowly and confirmed the source of the voice.

“Hey dad...” Norman made
his way to his son and wrapped his arm around him and pulled him
close for a big embrace. Brendan could smell brandy on his father,
meaning that he was probably drunk since he's usually not this
'wholesome'.

“Merry Christmas son.”
Norman told his son as he let him go. Brendan noticed the large
glass of what seemed to be brandy in his right hand. His face was
flushed red with a smile that seemed to be stuck there.

“Thanks dad. Merry Christmas to
you too.” Brendan told him and he tried to turn and walk away
as quick as he could, but Norman planted his heavy hand on Brendan's
shoulder and prevented him from escaping.

“Tell me son, what will you be
doing this evening?” Norman asked as he took another sip from
his glass of brandy.

“Nothing much.” Brendan
tried to keep his comments brief. “I got you and mom a present
for Christmas. Just so you know.”

Norman began to shake Brendan's
shoulder, where his hand still is. “Thank you son! I just
hope it's nothing feminine like a sewing machine or something like
that!” Norman let out a laugh at his own joke, and this is
exactly what Brendan had feared. “You know, I remember when
you were born.”

“Please dad, not this!”
Brendan pleaded with his father not to begin this speech, because he
knew it was not going to be good.

“Hold on, hold on!”
Norman assured and brought his son close to him. “When you were
born, I couldn't have been more proud. 'A son!' I thought. 'A son
that can inherit my abilities as a trainer and even surpass me and
become a Champion one day!” he continued on with admiration in
his voice. “Then the time when you were only just five years
old! You single handedly defeated a full grown Salamence!!”

“Dad, really, it was no big...”
Brendan was cut off before he could finish.

“You may have taken a slight bump
or two. But you still came out on top! You couldn't pay me to hide
my pride in you! You were on your way to being the greatest trainer
the Hoenn Region had ever seen!!” Norman let out a hearty
laugh and then took another drink from his glass and the smile faded
from his face. “And then, from out of nowhere. You
completely changed gears and went into those 'contests'!”
Norman now hung his head low in shame. “You completely
disregarded and threw away all your talents as a trainer and started
to dress your Pokemon in frilly dresses and doing these weird dances
with them. None of it makes sense!”

Brendan tried to explain to his now
drunk father. “Dad, I told you I didn't abandon my train...”
Once again, he was cut off by Norman who took yet another gulp of
his drink.

“Spare me son, I'm too old to
get all those trends you youngsters seem to be all about.” He
finally let go of his son. Still looking at the ground. “When
I got word of your decision, It was like somebody stabbing me in the
heart many times. It even caused me to fall into a depression for
several weeks.”

Brendan really had enough of all this.
It's bad enough Norman gives him crap about it when he's sober. But
when he's drunk, his sorrows show and it makes the comments more
painful. So once again, Brendan tried to walk away while trying to
politely bid his father farewell. “Alright dad. I get it,
you're disappointed. But at least I can still beat you in a battle.
Now if you'll excuse me. I need to go and find May.”

“Ah, May! Now that there is a
fine woman!” The mention of May's name seemed to have acted as
an antidepressant. As Norman shot his head back up and forced a new
smile on his face. “Probably the only good thing going for you
right now is her! Smart, beautiful and a superb trainer! She's
even defeated the Elite Four!” Norman spoke with such
admiration a if she were his own daughter. “Also, it took a
load off my mind about you. For I feared for a minute there that you
were 'playing for the wrong team'.”

All Brendan did was let his eye twitch
several times. The things he wanted to say to his father about that.
But knew he really didn't have the heart to. “Alright then,
I think you've had enough to drink for the night.” Brendan
then reached out and grabbed the glass from his fathers hand.

“Don't you dare tell me what to
and what not to do!” Norman snapped at his son. Catching him
by surprise and Brendan was able to come back.

“I never said that you 'should'
stop, I said I 'think you should' stop.” He finished as he
was now slowly distancing himself from his father. “Now, if
you'll finally excuse me, I need to find May!” Brendan turned
around to walk away when he heard his father yell at him again.

“Go son! You go and you do her!
Give me grandkids that will make me proud!” All Brendan did
was shake his head and tried not to acknowledge those last words from
his father.

This was why Brendan hated going to
such large events. People get all sorts of drunk and then feelings
get hurt. Mainly his. It's not that he is sensitive, well, he kind
of is, but, he is always the mental whipping boy when it comes to
drunk people venting. This also led to another reason why Brendan
never liked to drink at such events. But he can only handle so much
before he himself goes off the deep end and decides to kill a few
brain cells and do some lashing of his own. As he was making his way
into another large room full of people with a few familiar faces. He
then remembered that he had his fathers glass of brandy in his hand.
Only half thinking about it, Brendan just chugged what was left in
the glass and almost gaged. It was something he was not used to,
especially since it was a rather large glass of just straight brandy.

Brendan placed the glass down on the
nearest counter top and when he turned around to look around the
room, he noticed the his vision was now slightly blurred. Brendan
tried to kid himself and took out his glasses from his inner jacket
pocket and placed them on, hoping that it would actually better his
vision. It didn't, but he made no effort to take them off and kept
on searching for May. Which led him to a small round table in the
corner of the room with two more familiar faces than even Green's.

“Hey!” Brendan arrived up
to his roommates, Ethan and Lucas who were enjoying a small drinking
activity.

“Brendan! You lucky son of a
bitch!” Ethan exclaimed to his friend as he slapped him on the
back. Ethan then proceeded to fill up a small shot glass of some
clear liquid and a larger glass of some lemon-lime soda. He then
handed Brendan the shot glass and placed the larger glass below the
shot glass. “Here Brendan, have a popper with us!”

“What the hell is a popper?”

“It's a sort of mixed drink of
tequila and lemon-lime soda. The point is you drop the shot glass
into the regular glass and you cover it with a cloth and you lightly
slam the glass back on the table, popping it so both liquids mix,
then you quickly chug the mixture.” Ethan explained while he
did one himself. “C'mon! We'll all do one together!”
Ethan also motioned for Lucas to join in.

“...Fine.” Brendan quietly
picked up another shot glass and let Ethan fill it with the clear
liquid and waited for Lucas to set his up. Then at the count of
three, all three males dropped the glass and popped the cup and
chugged the fizzy drink. Which Brendan let out a burp.

“What took you so long to get
here?” Ethan asked Brendan. Readying another popper for them.

“I had to do some last minute
shopping for my parents.” Brendan took a little time to
answer, it was starting to feel a little tedious to try and come up
with some straight answers. “Hey guys, I'm looking for May.
Any of you guys seen her?” After his question, all three boys
popped another drink. Ethan just blankly stared at Brendan for
several moments until he started to burst out into laughter. “What
the fuck is so funny?” Brendan hissed, not that Ethan heard
it at all due to the other noises from everyone else in the room.

“How the hell do you let such a
fine piece of ass like her get out of your sight?” Ethan
continued to giggle. “I mean, if she were my girlfriend.
She'd be all over me, and I'd be all over her ass like a Shelder on
a Slowpoke!” Lucas began to chuckle at Ethan's comments as he
just rested his face in his palms from letting anyone see his goofy
laugh.

“What the fuck is that supposed
to mean?” Brendan now finally letting his anger get the better
of himself.

“It means that I would so fuck
the shit out of May! All day, everyday and wouldn't let her leave
my sight for even a second! I'd even fuck those lovely tits of hers
too!” Ethan claimed proudly.

“That's my GIRLFRIEND you're
talking about!” Brendan getting a little hysterical now.
Taking a shot of Tequila without the lemon-lime soda.

“Geez man! Take the complement.
I'm just saying that I would totally not waste not having sex with
her at any given moment!” He continued, not being able to
sense death if it were an inch from his face, since Brendan looked
like he was going to kill someone, and the someone looked to be
Ethan.

“Fuck you Ethan! At least I get
some ass on a regular basis!” Brendan was about ready to send
his fist into Ethan's face. But he couldn't pull the trigger quite
yet. All the while Lucas was now with his head on the table in a fit
of laughter at the events that were taking place.

“Of course you do!” Ethan
shot back boldly. “May has enough tits and ass that could last
any normal man several lifetimes” Ethan was about to take
another popper but then he was stopped by a blunt force that hit his
chest and sent him back several steps into the wall that was close to
the table. When he finally realized what had happened, he realized
that it was Brendan who had shoved him into the wall with his own
strength.

“Now you listen to me you FUCK!”
Brendan spoke softly until he got to his last word which he had
almost roared. “The next time I hear you say some shit like
that about my girl. I swear I'll shove Lucas so far up your ass,
it'll be like he's wearing a costume of you!”

The smirk that Ethan had on his face
had completely vanished and he had a look as if he had seen a ghost.
Brendan's eyes went from a bright ruby red to dark crimson, almost
blood like red dots. Lucas, however, was in an even bigger laugh
riot. Despite Brendan using him in the threat, Lucas found it a lot
more funny than anything else as he was on the floor. Unable to
control his laughter. Probably drunk as well.

Brendan made his way out of the room
and continued the what now seemed hopeless search for May. Brendan's
vision once again began to fail slightly and he lost some balance in
his steps. His stomach began to make gurgling sounds as he now found
himself in another unfamiliar lounge. But this one was filled with
many Elite four members as well as a slew of well respected trainers.

“There you are Brendan!!”
Yellow, Red's younger sister who ran over the greet her senior.
Brendan tried to keep a straight face for her and did not want her to
worry. As was her nature. She is such a sweet girl. She gracefully
bowed in front of Brendan and shot back up quickly. “So, how
doe the dress look on me?” She asked as she did a little
twirl. Brendan had made the dress for her personally as Brendan
thought that the colors and style of dress would fit her perfectly,
and it did, she looked gorgeous. But Brenden seemed too drunk to
complement her.

“.....Uuugh.” Brendan
wasn't able to form any kind of comment for Yellow and he simply took
several steps ahead of her further into the lounge area where he saw
at the center of all the elite trainers was none other than Red.

Red looked up and saw that Brendan's
face was flushed red. He was drunk. “...!” Red held up
his drink and nodded toward Brendan. A friendly gesture of hello,
but something just snapped in Brendan.

“God fucking dammit get the fuck
off my CASE!!!” Brendan screamed at the top of his lungs and
kicked over a small coffee table that had several empty bottles of
alcohol. Then one bottle of absinthe rolled from under the mess that
seemed to still be full. Brendan picked up the bottle of green
liquid and yanked off the cap and began to chug like there was no
tomorrow. Fortunately he was only able to manage two gulps of the
harsh liquid before he gagged the rest and spilled all over the
floor. Brendan then threw the bottle off to the side and left
everyone in the room all quiet and shocked as to what had just taken
place. Yellow then looked at her older brother, who looked at her
back and only shrugged out of confusion and just took another sip
from his own drink.

Now it seemed like there was nowhere to
go but down for Brendan. He was drunk as hell, he had a very hard
time keeping his balance as well as his sight, and worst of all, he
still could not find May. “Fffuckin bitch...” Brendan
muttered to himself. He never talked bad about May. Then again, he
never drank this much alcohol and stay conscious to remember the tale
either. “Probably offfffsssssomewhere bitching about me like
she alwayssss does...” He continued his way walking, or
stumbling, to be more accurate, down another set of hallways, all
the while bumping into random people cause he just had little to no
control of his balance. Spilling drinks and knocking over tables and
what not.

He finally somehow found his way back
to the main hall of the mansion and decided to try and look for the
kitchen. He needed a non-alcoholic drink to try and settle his
stomach so that it wouldn't come back and bite him in the ass later.
Upon his way into the back of the hall, he stumbled over some small
steps that he didn't notice were there and completely crashed into
someone. “Oww!” It was a feminine voice. “Are
you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were behind me!”
It turned out to be Belle, Barry's older sister. She had helped
Brendan back to his feet and kept him balanced. “Oh! I know
you! You're one of my little brothers friends!”

Brendan looked at Belle. All he saw
was a yellow blur. He fixed his glasses, which still did no help
more so than when he first put them on to try and make his vision
better. She looked a little more clear and finally figured out who
it was. “Get the fuck out of the Barry!!” Brendan
yelled at Belle and pushed her to the side and continued on. Belle
was a little confused at what had just took place. She wasn't sure
if she should be offended that he called her Barry, or if she should
be worried for him because he couldn't even form proper sentences.

Brendan found his way into a rather
fancy looking lounge. With statues of Dragoniar scattered around the
whole room and there was a large table full of food in the center of
the room. He tumbled his way to the table looking for any type of
liquid that wasn't alcoholic. But there was only one drink that was
present at the table. A row of purple bottles that simply read
'Danjouness' on the label. Brendan picked up the bottle and
carefully inspected it. Even in his drunken state, he thought it
would have been unwise to drink such an odd drink. He then set it
back down and turned to leave the lounge when then something caught
his drunken eye. In the corner of the room there was a large red
love seat with two bronze Dragonair statues at the end of each side
of the couch and in on the couch he noticed a mess of chestnut brown
hair that only trailed down to the shoulders. A loose looking
burgundy blouse with black tihghts and black leggings that went under
said tights. “...May?”

He had gotten closer and it became
clear that it was indeed May. But, it looked as though she was
sitting on someone's lap and facing him. He then saw a pair of hands
that were all in her hair. He then sidestepped and saw that May was
in the middle of a tongue battle with some other man. Brendan crept
closely to get a much better look at who this mystery person was and
found it to be none other than captain asshole himself, Green.

“What theffffffffffffFUCK
ISSSSSSSS GOING ON HERE!?” Brendan yelled at the top of his
lungs. Green and May jumped up in shock and looked towards Brendan.
May's blouse was halfway opened to which her cleavage was in full
sight. Both faces were beat read, either from embarrassment or
drunkenness. Brendan was hoping for the latter.

“...Where the fuck have you been
bitch?” Was all May told him. Not an explanation as to why
Green's tongue was down her throat. Not Hello or how are you or
anything of that. May just started to chuckle.

“...Wwhat'ssssSoo FUNNY!?”
Brendan was starting to get heated.

“...You!” May laughed out
loud again. “You're so drunk! It's funny!”

“SSSShaddup Slut!!”
Brendan shot at May and her smile only grew. “I ssssspen all
the time looking for yousssslutty assssand yourrr on theasshole!”

May kept on laughing at Brendan's
failed attempts at being intimidating, not that he was really trying
to. Green began to smirk himself at how pathetic Brendan looked.
“Look man.” He began with a smile. “I just needed
a way to shut your woman up and I thought that a kiss would do.”
Green seemed so nonchalant about explaining that he wanted to kiss
Brendan's girl in front of him.

Brendan, however, only registered the
word 'woman' from Green's mouth and he was immediately taken back to
the start of the night where he pretty much called him the woman of
his and May's relationship. So he then shoved May off of Green's
lap and she fell off to the side of the large red couch and grabbed
Green by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up with relative ease
and without even thinking twice, he sent his own tongue down Green's
throat.

Green was totally thrown off his game
at this turn of events. He half expected Brendan to try and throw him
off into the center of the room and perhaps start a fight. But this?

“Oh!?” May was in awe at
what she was looking at. She wasn't sure if she should be totally
disturbed or totally turned on at this. Green himself was trying to
press himself off of Brendan but Brendan seemed to have a sort of
superhuman like grip on his shirt and Green had no choice but let
Brendan shove his tongue down his own throat.

After about half a minute. Brendan let
go of Green and tossed him back on the couch with such force the
couch slid a few feet back from where it originally was. Green
didn't look too shocked at what had just transpired and kept his eyes
fixed at Brendan for any other suspicious sudden movements.
“Howwwwwssssssss DAT for women!?” Brendan messed up the
line as he tried to make Green remember his comments about him
earlier in the night.

Green was just speechless, but he then
let out a laugh along with May was now hollering while rolling on the
couch which led her to fall off the couch and onto the floor. “Wow
Brendan, you really are a bitch!” May commented at her
boyfriend.

Brendan lost any kind of feeling at
that point. He had enough of everyone calling him out on his
feelings and views. But for it to come from May? If this were
regular Brendan, he'd probably just sulk over it for a couple of
days. But the fact that Brendan had a full night of drinking under
him so that he could forget about all the comments from everyone.

Once again his eyes turned from the
hint of Ruby to a dark blood red void of evil as he clenched his fist
and with all his might he sent it to find Green's face. But due to
Brendan not knowing who was where and what was what, his fist missed
Green by a long shot and his punch hit one of Lance's bronze
Dragonair statues. There was a loud 'PONG' noise. Green and May
looked to see the source of it and saw that Brendan's punch had
actually had enough power to cause the statue to bend. The Dragonair
now had it's head looking off to the side as opposed to it looking
straight ahead like all the others. Both of them stopped dead in
their tracks and just watched in awe and shock at what had
transpired.

Both parties were wide eyed and mouths
gaped open as they thought they felt the aura that Brendan emitted.
It was nothing any of them had ever felt from him before. Green
didn't say a single word after and just sinked himself in the seat of
the couch and placed his hand over his lap. Probably hiding a boner
that he received from his exchange with May or even Brendan. And
held his drink very close to his face so Brendan couldn't see or
notice him. He finally turned his attention to May which as soon as
their eyes met, May let a hiccup out of fear.

“Uhhh, Brendan?” She
meekly asked.

“Ssshhhhaddup SSSlut!!”
Brendan yelled back at her with a heavy slur in his voice. When
Brendan called May a slut she regained her composure and tried to get
up and stand her ground, but she was too drunk to even do that as
she just flopped back on the floor.

“Hey! Shut up! I..., I..., it
wasn't anything serious!” She tried to yell back. She wasn't
used to Brendan being this rough before. And wondered if she actually
enjoyed this Brendan.

Brendan took two streps forward and
with the same mangled hand that he punched the statue with, he
grabbed May by the arm and with what seemed like no effort on his
part at all, pulled May up in the air and caught her on only one of
his shoulders. The force of her body had sent Brendan several steps
backwards and in all honestly, it was a damn miracle that he didn't
fall over due to his drunkenness. May began to yell incoherent
obscenities while trying to unsuccessfully let herself down from
Brendan's grip.

Brendan finally turned his sights to
Green and put on the most dark looking glare he could muster.
Normally Green would shrug off such stupidness from Brendan. But
after his little stint with the statue he knew very well that Brendan
didn't need Pokemon to intimidate him.

Now Brendan made off back into the main
hall with May kicking and screaming with every stumble he took.
Brendan would shake her every now and then to assert his dominance of
the situation. Once he reached the great hall again, he began to
climb the stairs which were actually off limits to the party. He
didn't care, he had a mission now. And even he didn't know how it
would all go down.

Once he reached the top of the
staircase and in full view of everyone down stairs. Brendan heard
his father Norman from downstairs. “Way to go son! That's my
boy! Remember to cum inside her!!” Norman roared from the top
of his lungs only to have half of the guests in the hall turn their
attention to Norman and then to Brendan who was now long out of
sight.

Brendan opened the first door that he
saw and it only led to a mini library. Brendan then turned to leave
the room and subsequently banged May's head on the side of the door.
“OW!! What the fuck Brendan!?” May had screamed at
Brendan who only just slapped her ass in response. “Goddammit
let me go!”

“Ssshut tha ffffcuk up!!
Sssssslut!” Brendan yelled back as he continued on into the
hall and finally found another door to go through. Brendan noticed
that his hand that was placed just right below the opening of May's
tights were getting moist. Was she getting turned on by all this?
When he opened the door he saw that this time it was indeed a large
bedroom, so Brendan made his way into the room, closed and locked
the door. He then jerked his shoulder and tossed May onto the bed
and pulled out a small wrapped box and threw it at May.
“Mmmmmmerrrry Christmasssslut!!” Brendan said.

“Fuck you Brendan! Stop calling
me a slut or else...” May didn't even finish yelling her
threat before Brendan roared back even louder than May.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP,
SSSSSSSSSLUT!! THATS WHAT YOU ARE TONIGHT AND I'MMM GUNNA BE YER
SANTA CLAS AND PUNISH YOU BY STUFFING YOUR STIOCKING!!!”
Brendan was heated and he pulled his coat off and threw it off to the
floor.

May went from furious and slightly
frightened and turned on to being completely turned on at Brendan's
actions. Wow, why isn't he like this every day? “...Okay,”
May felt like she finally knew where her place is for tonight and
she finally opened the small box to find a small Sapphire pendent
being held by a sleek gold chain. She thought it was beautiful.

“It's supposed tooooooour eyes.”
Brendan slurred as he then just stumbled towards and flopped on top
May and began to sloppily kiss her all over her face. May had no
objections to this at all as Brendan's tongue began to trace the
outer parts of May's lips until it found it's way inside her mouth.
May was now letting out loud moans under Brendan's weight as he began
to slip her tights and leggings off to fully exposer her core. Which
was dripping wet from all this excitement of Brendan finally not
being a little bitch but a full blown man full of testosterone.

“Fffffcuk yesss!” May
moaned out in pleasure under Brendan's mouth. Edging him to go on
and Brendan then grabbed the sides of May's shirt and bra inside and
ripped them clean open and fully exposed her breasts.

“Mmmhmmm, soo gonna fuck you
hard...” Brendan whispered to May as he then finally made his
way to try and kiss his way down to May's core, but all he managed
to do was slobber all over her body and when he got to her breasts,
he began to fondle and squeeze them. He then placed his face in
between them and began to rub himself in them. “Such
niceeeeeee titssss.” Brendan cooed. “Warm..., soft...,
nice.”

“Hurry Brendan!” May
practically pleaded. “Please, I gotta have this!” The
culmination of both their drunkenness and May's apparent fetish of a
manly Brendan all came together and had made May want Brendan much
more than she has ever before. She was breathing hard and eagerly
waiting for his next move. And that was it, there wasn't a next
move. “...Brendan?”

Snore

Brendan had passed out in between May's
breasts, thinking they were pillows. “...Fucking dammit
Brendan!!” May was highly disappointed that she would not have
the rare opportunity of being boned by a truly manly and angry
Brendan. She had tried to push him off of her, but it was no use,
she was drunk as well and he felt her eyes get heavy as well. There
was no need for her to go anywhere anyways. So she just accepted
this and just closed her eyes and fell asleep with her man atop of
her. “Merry Christmas.”
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A Very Indigo Christmas