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Pokémon in the future.
Right, the story behind this little piece (or two) is as follows: the original was a collaboration between Ceefax and Bert, created far in the shady pre-site past. This was thought to be lost forever, and so Ceefax (who quite liked the idea) did another one, mostly from memory, including a number of additional characters. However, the original has recently resurfaced (Ceefax's bloke found it lurking somewhere on his hard drive).
To read the original, go here.
To read the other one, go here.
Pokémail
This is a bit difficult to explain... it's funny, it's by Ceefax and Scone, and it has pokémon recipes at the end. I advise you to read it. And then mail us and ask us what the hell it's about.
Celebi Tour 2000.
Being Ceefax's account of said event.
These are all by Bert.
Pokémon Centre.
From Hotel California, by the Eagles.
Pokémon Army.
From Animal Army, by Babylon Zoo.
Stay.
From Stay, by Shakespears Sister.
Moonchild - Team Rocket
From Moonchild, by Shakespears Sister.
I Will Survive - As sung by Meowth
Three guesses which song this was taken from...
Independant Trainers
From 'Independant Women Part 1' by Destiny's Child.
That Don't Impress Me Much
From That Don't Impress Me Much by Shania Twain.
Pokémon
From Waterloo by ABBA.
Maidens.
A slash story by Ceefax, set during the episode 'Ghost of Maiden's Peak'.
Warning! Naughty things happening between two boys. If you don't want to read that sort of thing, then don't read it.
Along those lines... see the illustration for this story by Scone.
The Evils of Truth and Love.
Warning! Rated NC17 for explicit sex and pokémon abuse. DO NOT READ. It's far too evil for human consumption.
Part one.
Part two.
Love Power.
It's (wait for it) a slash story by Ceefax. Warning! MORE graphic sex between boys.
When Teams Collide.
My heavens, a slash story by Ceefax. Blokes shagging, don't read if you don't want to.
Also don't view Ceefax's illustration if you don't want to, but please do, because it's the only picture she's ever done for one of her stories, and it's hardly rude at all...