Vidjeo Games!
Chloe gasped and panted as she sprinted through the undergrowth. The darkness of the night and chilling air scraped at her fur, only making her run faster. The thorny trees and bushes pointed with crooked, twisted branches in mirth at her horror. Her fear brought their amusement. The sharp, long grass stabbed at her naked legs as the bogs gargled in delight. She couldn't keep this brisk pace up; the creature was gaining on her. "NO NO!!! HELP!!!!" Her cries echoed over the hills, over the mountains, over the peaks. No-one heard her. She could hear the perverted breath of shadow behind her; snarling for her flesh and baying her being. She began to slow, her legs aching under the stress of the run. Her muscle burned and ached as her mind surrendered. It was over. She halted and turned as her assailant tackled her to the ground. He began to tickled her wildly. "MITCH!!!! HAHAHA OH MITCH STOP!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!" "Say it." "PLEASE MITCH!!!!!! I....." "Say it!" "I SURRENDER!!!!!" He pulled his hands away and collapsed beside her. Both laid there catching their breath as Mitch stroked her long, golden hair. "You...*pant* were close...*huff*...my golden girl. Told ya...*wheeze*...I could catch ya!" She slapped his stomach playfully as he giggled. Picking him from the floor, Chloe dragged her tired lover back to their home.
Chloe was frying the eggs when Mitch came in. He crept up behind her with flat feet as she continued her merry cooking. Grabbing her hips and resting his head on her shoulder, she playfully licked her cheek, "Oi butter buns, what's for breakie?" "Don't you call me butter buns, blue boy!" Using her power of flames, she heated her hips as to deter his hand; he shook them to cool them down. "Cheeky!" "We have omelettes, how's that?" "That'll do I guess." She turned from the stove with her hand on her hip and looked at her in an inquisitive fashion, "Whadda ya mean ‘I guess'?" He closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders with a cheeky smile, "Well knowing your cooking you'll probably burn it." Growling at him she served up two omelettes. Snapping her fingers, Mitch's plate burst into flames. "Hope it's well done," she smiled through her revenge. "I guess it's toast again!" he sighed. He pulled out two slice of bread and dangled them in front of Chloe face, "Do us a favour love." Gently blowing on the bread toast the surface and Mitch began to butter them up. "Sleep well love?" "Sleep well," she choked on her omelette, "How can I sleep well with your busy hands?" "Your curves fault not my hands!" "Your so cheeky..." Mitch gave her a gleeful wink as she just ignored him and continued to enjoy her un-burnt breakfast. "Anyway what do want to do today? Sally and Krystal invited us on a double date." "Double date? Their lesbians! Well get to main course and Sally'll be stuffing the rest of the bread rolls into Krystal!" "Mitch," she yelped, "That's not nice." "No, but it's true!" Keeping her silence, Chloe knew Mitch spoke the truth and so she continued with her breakfast. "Cassandra's band is playing tonight. She could get us tickets..." "Perfect!" Mitch took the final chunk of his toast and gulped down his tea from his 'The Big Bad Wolf' mug and kissed Chloe on the cheek on his way out. "Good work my clever little girl. I'll go get ready."
"MITCH!!! WE NEED TO GO!!!!!" Chloe wore some haggard jeans and a white tank for the rock concert. Since losing his inner evil, Mitch had become more carefree and had taken up the hobby of annoying Chloe at ever opportunity. "Give me a sec," he cried from upstairs, "My shoe don't match my trousers!" Chloe sighed, "YOU ONLY HAVE ONE OUTFIT YOU PILLOCK!!!" With his new nonchalant attitude, Mitch tumbled down the stairs and meet his exasperated partner with a mischievous grin, "How do I look?" He wore his usual white tank, black cargos and jet black long coat with boots. "You're a vision. Can we go now?" "How are we getting there? Taking the ship?" "No," she replied with a smirk, "I thought we'll teleport." "Good plan Chlo' apart from we can't because we've never been to," he produced the ticket from his pocket, "Miran Stadium." "Well...I've been practising a new sort of power. I can teleport to places by thinking of the what the place will be like." "I dunno..." "Please Mitchy-Witchy." She circled her finger on his chest in a tender fashion, "When we get back I'll do that thing you like." He paused in thought, "What with the rubber duck and the feather duster?" "Yeah," she gave him a reassuring grin. "...Okay." She skipped in joy as she grabbed his hand. "Get ready." Chloe closed her eyes and concentrated hard.
"OH GOD I'M DEAD!!!" cried Mitch. "Shut up you're not dead..." The two were in pitch darkness and couldn't see a thing. They could hear the roar of a crowd at a concert in the background. Small flickering lights could be seen in the distance as the crowd chanted, "OZZY! OZZY! OZZY!" "Ozzy?" asked Mitch, "There's no-one called Ozzy in Cassy's band..." Suddenly the lights above burst into life. Mitch and Chloe were on stage. To right of them was a human male holding a bass guitar. He had short blonde hair with light stumble. "What the fuck?" he cried. All of a sudden a trap door opened and a ghostly blue light lit up the stage. Smoke poured onto the crowd as a man in a long, dark coat appeared. He had long black hair and wore round glasses. He turned to see the pair gawking at the situation. "Who the fuck are you two?" "We're....fans...??" "Well don't just stand there," he bellowed pointing to the drum kit and guitar. With a worrying look at each other, Mitch grabbed some drums sticks and sat behind the kit as Chloe pulled the guitar over her head. As the dark-haired man took his place in front of the mic stand, Mitch whispered to Chloe, "Psst, Chlo', do you know how to play the guitar?" "Just wing it!" With a deep breath, the dark man began to call to the crowd, "AAALLL AABBOOAARRDD!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" As if by magic, Chloe and Mitch began to play their instruments with ease, shredding riffs and smacking out fills like pros. "Crazy. But that's how it goes!" cried the lead singer to the screams of the crowd, "Millions of people...living as fffoooeeesss!!" Chloe had never felt she a feeling before. The adrenaline flowed deeply through her veins as the crowd cheered her on. Mitch was loving it to and, although he had played the drums once or twice, now he was playing like a pro! The crowd swayed from side to side with their lighters flaring. As the solo broke out, Chloe could not take it any longer. Coiling up the rest of her amp lead, Chloe dived from the stage and onto the waiting crowd. "THIS RULES!!!" The crowd carried her back to the stage and they soon finished the song. The colossal uproar from the crowd told them they did well and Mitch hugged Chloe to show his pride. "You guys are pretty good," called the lead singer, "I don't know where you came from but are you gunna stay for the rest?" "Sorry we've got to go..." Chloe grabbed Mitch's arm and concentrated hard again.
The blue portal flared into life as the pair landed on what seemed to be an aircraft. The aircraft itself was flaring through space and a great speed and, yet, they were not in any struggle to stand. "This seems familiar," questioned Chloe as she thought back. "Look," cried Mitch, pointing above the pair, "The Great Fox." The infamous ship blasted sluggishly past as the arwings zipped past in like bees to a flower. Out of nowhere came a blast shoot making the pair jump out of the way to avoid it. In front of them on a higher platform stood Fox and Falco with blasters drawn. "Guys!" cried Chloe, "We are back!!!" The two began to fire as Chloe and Mitch moved back to the edge of the wing. "What the hell are you doing?!? It's us guys!!" The pair jumped down and approached them slowly, "We don't know you." With little left to say the pair began their attack as Chloe failed to hesitate as she unsheathed her legendary blades for battle. Mitch removed his sword and trusty sawn-off. Falco lunged at Chloe as she parried him past her. With a quick swipe she sent him flying. Mitch took two shots at Fox before quick him and sending his sliding to the edge. Fox and Falco began to rush the two at such speed that Chloe and Mitch couldn't follow their movements as the two began just blurs of vision. Then Chloe spotted it. A rainbow orb of shifting colours floated near-by. With a mighty hurl of the sword and the orb shatter filling Chloe with a mighty power with made her fur glow white hot. With a mighty leap above the stage, Chloe transformed into pure fire and covered the whole stage in her uber fireball. She returned to her normal form and landed. Worry soon gripped her as she ran back and forth in hope of finding her lost love. "MITCH!!!" she cried in panic. "I'm here." He called with a cheeky voice behind her. With relief rushing back she slung her arms around him and chuckled. "I thought I lost ya! How did you survive?" "I had another life." "Another what?" "Doesn't matter, can we go now?" Chloe confidently grabbed Mitch's hand and the two were off.
"Oh good work Chloe we're back in our reality. I can't wait to see Cassandra's show with all the rock music and stuff. Then we can...Oh wait we're not back are we?" Chloe clipped her sardonic partner round the ear as he held it in spite. She survey the surroundings which she wasn't very familiar with. They seemed to be on a large bridge of a hall decedent with shades of purple and black with an alien feel. "This definitely isn't the Miran Stadium..." "Really? D'ya think?" Before she could clip him again, Mitch had run off to another part of the bridge. "CHLOE!!! CHECK THIS OUT!!" Chloe found Mitch with his arms round a small, blue-ish alien wearing a sort of combat jacket. "Look how cute he is!" cried Mitch, "let's take him back with us!" "No," replied Chloe sternly, "We don't know what it is." "Yeah but watch this." He firmly poked the creature on the stomach to which it replied, "Where is Master Chief?" in a squeaky voice. Chloe just gave Mitch a weak smile as he giggled playfully. Neither of the pair noticed the large alien standing above them. The Grunt suddenly bit Mitch on the arm and scampered away. "Who are you? Where is the Master Chief?" "Master who?" replied Chloe. The larger Elite produced an Energy sword and swiped at Mitch as he rolled out the way. "I will not ask again. Where is the Master..." Before the alien could finish his sentence the sound of tires screeching alerted the pair. They turned to see the warthog emerge from a tunnel and burn down the bridge. With a skid and roll the vehicle flew over head of the pair and crushed the Elite with a strange warrior in green armour diving behind it. "Whoa shit! He definitely ain't getting up!" He turned his attention to the two bewildered furs. "And who are the hell are you two? You ain't Covenant are ya?" "I don't think so," replied Chloe, still slightly bewildered. Soon gunfire rained from the other side of the bridge as the three sought cover from the overturned Warthog. "Master Chief I presume?" called Chloe over the loud gunfire. "That's right. Know how to use a gun?" "Do I?!?" cried Mitch ecstatically. The warrior passed him a large assault rifle and Mitch cocked the large weapon. He slowly gazed up and down the sleek design; banging the full magazine just to hear the clatter of rounds. "I'll be back," he stated with a huge grin. Standing from the cover and running towards the barricade, Mitch squeezed the trigger tight. Chloe knew what Mitch was capable of. She counted slowly, "Three...Two...One..." The echo of gunfire sudden died as the hall brought through it's natural silence. Master Chief and Chloe moved out of cover to find Mitch expending the magazine as pile of dead Covenant litter the blockade. "Fuckin' hell... Where did you say you were from?" asked the astonished Chief. "We didn't." Mitch and Chloe corner the same traitorous Grunt in the corner of the blockade as it shivered and squealed at the figures towering over him. "You wanna do the honours?" asked Mitch. Chloe gave him a naughty grin as she readied her foot and dealt out a monument us kick to the Grunt's cute little face.
The pair materialized finally back in their own reality with Chloe giving Mitch a drained smile. "Well...that didn't go to plan." "No I guess not," replied Mitch, "What about the concert?" Chloe pointed to the clock on the wall, "It's one in the morning Mitch. The concert ended two hours ago." Mitch just sighed until a mischievous smile slowly slid across his face. "Well then. Looks like I need to find a rubber duck and a feather duster!" Chloe huffed at the thought of erotic interplay but knew she had promised him. "Fine," she proposed as she heaved herself from the spot was standing, "But I get to use the pump this time..." (((Thank you to ChloeTheFirefox for allowing me to use Chloe. I hope this was funny and enjoyable. A snickers bar for those who guess the games! :D Mitch is under copyright of me, SPAMZZKRR. Thanks again for reading but PLEASE COMMENT!!!)))