THEY. ARE. FUCKING. TWINS.

I agree there should be more lemonade for red x leaf.

It was great
It was awesome
It was sexy
Take your pick

great I never see these two it's always red and blue that people made fan fiction about maybe do more you are great at writing unlike what you seem to think

Don't sell yourself short. I liked this one.

Polly wants a cracker

Great story! Hope you make a sequel in the future!

I liked it. I think you did a terrific job at this one.

"(What skills?)" Bullshit! This is awesome. I don't know when you wrote this, but I feel kinda stupid for taking this long to find it. It's totally great. Thanks for writing it.

I like to imagine that Pikachu had woken up before they started to "have fun" and was frozen in fear with this face on the entire Time.
Pikachu's Face:
:U

That was so cute/amazing!

Awesome

rape!1111

Hot hot hot hot hot hot HOT

Red let up a lil' small-ass chuckle. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was right yo. Dude had probably holla'd mo' up in these past few minutes than up in tha time sense dat schmoooove muthafucka had arrived on Mt. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Silver. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Somethang bout Leaf had always been able ta git his ass ta talk. "Yeah, well, thatz beside tha point fo' realz. Anyway, I still have em." he referred ta his cold-ass crew. "They're company enough."

"Speakin of which..." Leaf pimped up his thugged-out attention ta tha lil' small-ass bundle of yellow up in her lap, eyes shut n' light snores escapin all up in its open grill.

"Yo ass wore tha lil playa up todizzle." Red holla'd, pickin up Pikachu n' settin it up in a lil' small-ass cot. "Dope thang, by tha way," da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, returnin ta his thugged-out lil' previous seat. "Train some mo' n' you might just be able ta take down half mah crew." His cocky attitude finished. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude immediately regretted his chizzle of lyrics, as they seemed ta git a wack effect on Leaf yo. Her joyful vibe turned sorrowful up in a instant. "Yo, hey, I was just kidding," he moved from tha recliner ta tha couch dat biiiiatch was chillin on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Yo ass did straight-up phat todizzle."

"Fuck dat shit, its not you," Leaf brushed off his fuckin lyrics. "It aint nuthin but just... I can't believe I thought I could beat yo thugged-out ass. I barely trained since tha last battle, n' yet... n' you KNOWS dat would make tha difference." her eyes started tearin up. There was thangs dat biiiiatch wasn't saying, like why she recklessly threw her muthafuckin ass up here. "And it cost mah dirty ass. I lost, n' didn't supply mah dirty ass fo' tha return.. fo' realz. And then... n' then." by dis time, Red was just inches from her, decidin whether ta comfort her, or give her space yo. Dude inwardly cursed; dat schmoooove muthafucka had never been phat up in these situations.

"I almost lost every last muthafuckin thang." Leaf burst out, clingin ta tha nearest thang dat thugged-out biiiatch could, which just happened ta be Red. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "If... if you hadn't... been there," her big-ass booty sniffled out, tears dat had previously been swellin up finally broke out. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch stayed on tha down-low n' just sobbed her shits away up in Redz chest.

A lil' small-ass moment passed, n' Leafz dome registered what tha fuck dat freaky freaky biatch had been bustin. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was just bout ta pull away n' apologize fo' her childish behavior when she felt Redz arm draped itself across her back. "Quit beratin yo ass." da thug whispered tha fuck into her ear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Yo ass did just fine." he protectively rested his chin on her head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Trust me; Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I made mah mistakes like a muthafucka. Everyone needz help sometimes." he moved his head ta peer tha fuck into her gaze. "You'll be just fine."

Leaf didn't give a fuck what tha fuck dat biiiiatch was bustin yo, but Red had dis aura around his muthafuckin ass yo. Dude felt powerful yo, but also comforting. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch just had dis feelin dat dat thugged-out biiiatch could let loose around him, be her muthafuckin ass, n' dat da thug would accept her n' keep her safe. For once, her dope ass decided not ta be thinkin bout what tha fuck dat biiiiatch would do around his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch just went on instinct.

Leaf busted Red.

It was quick, not much mo' than a peck on tha lips yo, but enough ta stun Red. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! His eyes went from warm n' comfortin ta surprised n' confused, it shizzle was a cold-ass lil chizzle of events n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shakin his head clear, he gave Leaf a gentle look before returnin tha kiss. It lasted longer than tha first. Da two just gettin used ta tha sensation of tha other.

Leaf hadn't had a plan when she initiated tha straight-up original gangsta kiss yo, but it certainly hadn't included dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked up at Red, bout ta drop a rhyme yo, but his thugged-out lil' punk-ass brought his wild lil' finger up against her lips, urgin her tha fuck into silence.

Slowly, his thugged-out lil' punk-ass brought his wild lil' grill back ta hers, initiatin another kiss. Da pairz lips locked, n' they resumed they session. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Once again, Leaf let go. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch followed her instincts, n' they holla'd at her they wanted mo' n' mo' n' mo'. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch did just that, gently tuggin on Redz bottom lip, pleadin fo' entrance. Not one ta disappoint, da ruffneck did just dat shit. Da lick deepened n' became mo' horny as time went on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Their tongs did not battle fo' dominance, they simply danced together, each complementin tha other.

Leaf let up a moan, layin her muthafuckin ass down on tha couch wit Red up in tow. Not breakin contact, Red propped his dirty ass on his wild lil' fuckin elbow, continuin they dance.

Slowly breakin apart, Leafs raged breath whispered one word.

"Mo'."

Her eyes clouded wit desire. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch knew why she acted so recklessly around him, why she fought a loosin battle, uphill both ways. It was fo' his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch missed his ass so much, n' if battlin was tha only way ta peep him, then dat biiiiatch would be fine wit dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wanted him, dat biiiiatch would go so far as ta say she needed him, ta say that, that...

That Leaf loved Red.

Now, dat biiiiatch was goin ta act on dem vibe yo. Her hand grasped fo' tha zipper ta his jacket. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly, tha hinges unclasped, n' Red shrugged off tha threadz. Leaf moaned when Redz grill wandered from her grill t a lil south yo. His lips gently kissed, licked n' sucked at her collarbone yo. Her handz grasped onto his black undershirt, heat radiatin off of his cold-ass toned body. For one of mah thugs whoz ass dropped as much time up in tha snow as da ruffneck did, his body was unusually warm.

Handz reached up under her shirt, brushin along Leafz stomach, encouragin a rather bangin moan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They traveled up n' stopped just short of her bra, his cold-ass thumbs rubbin lil' small-ass circlez on tha skin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It was pure bliss.

Still, it was not enough.

Redz handz abruptly pulled outta her hoodie before lacin beneath her back. In one fluid motion both of dem came up off tha couch, Leafz hairy-ass legs instinctively straddlin his cold-ass torso yo. Dude carried tha pair over ta tha nearby bed, kickin off they Nikes up in tha process, n' fell on his back wit a soft thud. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Leaf, now on top, brushed off both they hats, lockin Red tha fuck into another heated kiss, fingers lackin all up in his brown locks.

His fingers placed themselves on her hips, slowly slidin up, tha fabric of her hoodie bunchin up ta reveal tha soft flesh underneath. Their lips parted up in order fo' her hoodie ta come off yo, but cam back tha fuck into contact not a second later.

Leaf involuntarily shivered when she felt Redz thumbs brush over her nipples, held only up in check by her lacy bra. Needin mo' of tha contact, she quickly unclasped tha threadz, flingin it outta sight. Redz undershirt came off next, needin mo' skin fo' her handz ta roam yo. His handz went down once again n' again n' again ta her hips, dis time travelin downtown ta remove her red skirt.

A few moments later saw ta tha trainers straight-up unclothed, baskin up in each others glory. They briefly considered foreplay yo, but tha buildin tension had tha two up in desperate need of tha real thang. Red again n' again n' again laid on his back, choosin instead ta let Leaf take control, knowin dat dis could straight-up well be her first time.

Leaf carefully positioned his head at her entrance, n' wit a lil' small-ass nod, lowered her muthafuckin ass onto his muthafuckin ass fo' realz. A gentle gasp escaped her lips all up in tha intrusion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Her hips continued ta lower her muthafuckin ass, takin inch upon inch of his wild lil' freakadelic girth fo' realz. Bout halfway, she forsook all though, n' impaled her muthafuckin ass onto Redz shaft, a thugged-out decision she instantly regretted.

Red saw her pain n' tried his dopest ta comfort her, lil' small-ass kisses, affectionate nuzzlez n' dope whispers up in a effort ta ease her pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude busted tha tears away from her eyes, n' slowly, da hoe fuckin started movin once again.

It took a funky-ass bit yo, but soon enough, Leaf gots tha fuck into tha motions. Wavez of pleasure pulsed all up in her body, archin it up in all manner of ways yo. Her long brown afro flew back wit her head, Redz grill comin up ta suck at her pulse.

"Oh, oh! Nhhh..." Her Her lyrics was lil mo' than pitiful moans as she reveled n' squirmed up in Redz lap, tha steady smack brangin her higher n' higher tha fuck into pure bliss yo. Her moans only intensified when Redz lips attached themselves on her erect nipple, one hand kneedin her other breast while tha other acted as a support. "Uh, oh, yes Red..."

Unlike his biatch counterpart, Red kept mostly silent all up in there intercourse, tha occasionizzle grunt or growl releasin itself deep up in his cold-ass throat fo' realz. All of her squeaks turned his ass on mo' than ph