I Asked ChatGPT To Write Pokmon Blueshipping Mpreg.

I asked ChatGPT to write Pokémon blueshipping mpreg.

The results were....disturbing.

Prompt: Write a Pokémon fanfiction in which Meowth impregnates James with a kitten and Jessie does not approve of their actions.

(I should have specified that James would consent to the mpreg in the story. I didn't and got this.)

Content warning: This fanfiction contains adult themes and may not be suitable for all audiences.

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Jessie stormed into the Team Rocket headquarters, slamming the door behind her. She was fuming, and it was clear to everyone in the room that something was bothering her.

"What's wrong, Jessie?" James asked, concern etched across his face.

"It's Meowth," Jessie spat. "He's gone too far this time."

"What did he do?" James asked, looking confused.

"He impregnated you, James!" Jessie exclaimed.

James's eyes went wide as he took in what Jessie had just said. "What? How is that even possible?"

"Meowth used his psychic powers to make it happen," Jessie explained. "And now you're carrying a kitten. I can't believe he would do something like this without even consulting us first."

James looked down at his stomach, which was visibly swollen. He could feel the kitten moving around inside of him, and it was a strange and unsettling sensation. He wasn't sure how he felt about becoming a father – especially not in such an unconventional way.

"I don't know what to do," James said, his voice trembling. "I never expected anything like this to happen."

"We'll figure it out," Jessie said, taking his hand in hers. "But first, we need to talk to Meowth. He can't just go around impregnating people without their consent."

They made their way to Meowth's quarters, where they found him lounging on his bed, looking smug.

"What's up, guys?" he asked, grinning.

"You know exactly what's up," Jessie snapped. "You impregnated James without even asking him first. How could you do something so irresponsible?"

Meowth's expression soured as he realized that Jessie was angry with him. "I did it for the good of Team Rocket," he said. "We need more members, and I thought this was the best way to accomplish that."

"That's ridiculous," Jessie said. "You can't just go around forcing people to have babies. James didn't want this."

"I'm sorry," Meowth said, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to upset anyone. I just thought I was doing what was best for the team."

"Well, you were wrong," Jessie said. "And now we have to deal with the consequences. James is pregnant, and we have to figure out how to take care of him and the kitten."

Meowth nodded, looking ashamed. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right," he said.

For the next few weeks, James carried the kitten inside of him, growing more and more uncomfortable as the due date approached. Jessie and Meowth did their best to take care of him, bringing him food and water and helping him get around. But it was clear that James was struggling – both physically and emotionally.

Finally, the day of the birth arrived. Jessie and Meowth helped James into a makeshift birthing chamber, where he went into labor. It was a difficult and painful process, but after several hours, he gave birth to a healthy kitten.

As soon as the kitten was born, Jessie scooped it up, cradling it in her arms. She looked down at the tiny creature, and her heart melted. Despite everything that had happened, she couldn't help feeling a deep love for the little kitten.

"I guess we're a family now," she said, looking at James and Meowth. "And we'll do whatever it takes to take care of each other – no matter what."

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That might have been on the same level as the badfic twelve!me wrote.

Though I can't help but think that in a different story (one in which James consented to this), it would be funny that Jessie has to tell James that he's pregnant for him to realize it.

Whatever Happened to Jessie and James

my latest posted oldfic combined with an old movie (whatever happened to baby jane) made me think of Jessie serving Meowth's head as dinner while James wheels his chair in circles, screaming.

i should take a break from typing these things

Jessie Drugs James and Is Generally Abusive: Jessie Evolves Into a Poison Type Pokémon (part two of four)

Another installment of "Reasons I'm Glad I Instinctively Had a 'Lurk More' Mentality as a Kid." Featuring "What the Fuck Was Up with Twelve!me?"

Part one is here.

Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; abuse; workplace violence; questionable depiction of medical issues and injuries; possibly uncomfortable discussions of romance; angst over romantic orientation that might hit too close to home; poisoning by chemicals or drugging; forcible injection; sexual abuse; suicidal ideation; attempted murder plot; Pokémon/Human romantic (maybe?) relationship; out-of-character behavior for James and Meowth; absolute character assassination of Jessie; Jesus Hades Christ twelve!me tortured James a lot in fic (this isn't even the worst of it)

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(Meowth's point of view)

Lately, I noticed James acting differently. When he was around Jessie, he wouldn't look at her or talk to her. If she talked to him, he'd burst into silent, but violent tears.

Then one day, he asked me for advice about something that surprised me, but sort of didn't. This was probably the bravest thing James did because he was so shy about romance.

"Meowth? What do I do if….I-I love another boy?" James asked.

"What?" I said.

"I'm in love with another boy," James said softly.

"Who?" I asked. James looked away suddenly. He was probably afraid to say it. "Okay, you don't have to tell me."

"I don't know how it started. I can't even remember when it started." James managed to say this and then broke down into tears.

"I don't even want to have these feelings," James sobbed. "I don't want to fall in love."

"Why don't you want to fall in love?" I asked.

"What if the person I'm in love with hates me? What if they think there's something horribly wrong with me for falling in love with them? What if they abuse me? What if they act like I'm not there? And if I get married, what if they make me do….forbidden things with them?" James began wiping away tears again.

"But don't you want to be happy when you're in love?" I asked.

"I won't be happy if I'm in love! I'm not ready to fall in love. I just want to take care of you," James said.

"Are there any other reasons why you don't want to fall in love?" I asked.

"I-I'm still afraid of being tied to someone," James whispered.

I could understand why. With all that Jessiebelle put him through, no wonder James was afraid of romance.

I didn't blame him for fearing love.

-O-o-O-

Another very unexpected thing happened. It frightened me.

It also proved how crazy Jessie was.

James was sitting in the tent. Jessie came in with a medicine cup. It was filled halfway. The liquid in it was a weird cream-colored white.

"Meowth, go outside," Jessie said.

"Why?" I asked.

"James and I have business," she said.

I went outside. What business could Jessie have with James?

I saw a small opening I could look through. I peeked in and didn't believe what I saw.

James was holding the medicine cup and eyeing it suspiciously.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Your medicine. What else?" Jessie acted like James was on drugs or something.

"I'm not on any medication," James said.

"Just drink it."

"No."

I must've tuned out because I heard a cry from James.

"Get off me! Stop it! I don't want it!" James yelled.

Jessie was sexually abusing James!

Jessie stuck the needle full of liquid in James's arm. James fell unconscious.

As soon as Jessie left, I went in to see James.

"Wake up," I said softly. James didn't move.

"Wake up," I said loudly. James still didn't move.

"Wake up, James! Say something!" I was crying and yelling.

James opened his eyes. He looked sad and serious. He almost looked hurt.

"So it was Jessie, wasn't it, Meowth?" James said. His voice was breaking and he sounded like he was going to cry.

"Yes," I said.

I wished I hadn't said that because James began to cry quietly. I hated to see James so unhappy.

The fact that it was Jessie who was hurting him made it worse.

-O-o-O-

I was coming out of the tent the day after the "medicine" incident. James wasn't in his sleeping bag, so I decided to look for him. I found him sitting near the river.

He was picking off the petals of a rose. I could hear him saying, "He loves me, he loves me not."

When he picked off the last petal, he said, "He loves me not." He sighed sadly and threw away the stem.

After a while, James shuddered violently. He looked into the river at his reflection.

"I'm such a failure. I don't blame Jessie for trying to drug some sense into me," he whispered. I could hear the tears in his voice. "I should end it now."

"Don't do it!" I yelled. I ran over to James, crying. I hugged him. "Don't kill yourself. Don't do it. I love you."

James hugged me back. I was crying with my mouth open, so I got to taste James's tears. They were weirdly sweet.

Just like James.

When we finished crying, I looked at James. I never realized how beautiful he was before. His silky hair was a rare violet color. For some reason, a thin clump of hair hung down in front of his face, which was so cute. His green eyes shone like emeralds. He was slender with delicate hands and feet. His skin was smooth and soft against my fur.

I envied the boy he loved.

(James's point of view)

The next day was the day everything went wrong.

Jessie told Meowth to get out of the tent. Meowth obeyed.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I always got that feeling when I was alone with Jessie. I wished Meowth wasn't so obedient sometimes.

Jessie handed a bottle to me. It had black liquid in it.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Poison. Put it in Meowth's food. Pour half of it in," Jessie said.

I swallowed so I wouldn't throw up.

"Will it kill him?" I asked.

"Of course it will! It wouldn't be poison if it didn't," Jessie said.

"Will he notice?" I managed to say.

"He'll die in his sleep," Jessie said.

That night, before I cooked dinner, I was driving myself crazy about it. When I left the camp, Jessie asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get some firewood," I said.

I was out of Jessie's sight. I was about to go look for the firewood when I remembered I had the bottle of poison in my pocket.

I looked at the bottle in a daze. I couldn't kill Meowth. But I didn't want to go against Jessie's orders. I decided to dump the poison out secretly.

I knelt down and dug a small hole, about the size of Meowth. Then I got a disturbing thought.

What if I drank the poison?

I opened the bottle. The poison smelled awful, worse than the cleaning liquid. I couldn't do it. I poured the poison into the hole I dug. I'm not suicidal and I'm not a killer.

I put a rock in the hole and buried it. I used another rock as a marker.

At dinner, Meowth was quiet. Did he know what Jessie wanted me to do? Meowth didn't look scared. He looked worried.

Good, I thought. He doesn't need to be scared.

I do.

When we went to bed, Jessie asked me where the poison bottle was. I handed her the empty bottle.

"Good. It'll work better since you used all of it," she said.

I couldn't sleep. I really wasn't feeling well after lying to Jessie. I decided to run away with Meowth and turn Jessie in to a mental institution.

I set my alarm for 2:00 AM.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: Meowth picks the worst times to have romantic thoughts. Also, he likes the taste of James's tears.

More of Team Rocket's Life in Wilow Creek

James and Meowth roast marshmallows with Liberty Lee, who clips through James.

Jessie also roasts marshmallows. They did this repeatedly, despite having a perfectly good fridge that works off grid and the ability to just pull hot dogs out of the ether to roast.

"If we're dressed like marshmallows and we eat the marshmallows, does that count as cannibalism?"

"Quit huffin' campfire fumes, Jimmy."

I got them a bee box. James bonded with the bees.

I also had him get started on the garden. Note the garlic, since Vlad will likely be lurking around.

Jessie was surprisingly unbothered by the outdoor toilet.

"It really does smell like roses!"

James, having had the misfortune of using it last (after Meowth), did not share this opinion.

"Why me?"

I think Human Meowth ended up kind of cute. (The markings on his face are supposed to imitate whiskers.)

I think Jessie and James turned out pretty nicely, too.

Kitty Meowth got bitten by a squirrel (nothing fatal, since this is the Sims).

So James took him to the vet's office.

Meowth got some new headgear.

He looks like he wants to cut a bitch, but he no longer has opposable fingers.

Jessie took up painting.

"Turn up your nose all you want--now that you have one--but the Sims around here call this 'High Art.'"

"More like, 'Are You High' Art."

They devolved into a verbal slapfight about Meowth's lack of taste. James wondered if maybe he should just sleep on the bench in the vet's office that night.

Also, a family portrait:

They're so cute.

memory from a never written fic just unlocked

Imagine "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls plays while Meowth and James stare angstily and lovingly into each other's eyes in the pouring rain after a rough blastoff. Then they kiss

key detail: irises (the flower) are very close to James's hair color

Toxic Rocketshipping: Jessie Makes James Her Sex Slave WTF (part one of three)

This is one of the very few times I tried to write a Jessie x James fic.

And in the proud tradition of Team Rocket, I fucked it up royally.

Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; sexual assault; gross misunderstanding of slavery; possibly uncomfortable discussions of romance; Stockholm syndrome mistaken for love; bizarre focus on James’s virginity (why); Pokémon/Human romantic relationship; out-of-character behavior for James and Meowth; absolute character assassination of Jessie; Jesus Hades Christ twelve!me tortured James a lot in fic (seriously what the fuck)

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(James's point of view)

The trouble started when Jessie bought me.

Yes, that's right, she bought me.

I don't know how she did it. She even had a title deed written up for me.

I skimmed the deed. Something caught my eye. It was a word. Two words, actually.

"Sex slave."

I was Jessie's sex slave?! Didn't she know I valued my virginity?

What exactly did a sex slave do, anyway?

I was about to find out.

-O-o-O-

The horrible abuse started the night after Jessie bought me. She touched me in places that were inappropriate. It was really uncomfortable, but for some reason, I didn't try to break away.

Was I becoming a weak slave?

I realized I wasn't becoming weak. I was already weak. I thought that answered my question.

It didn't.

I soon realized why I was letting Jessie do all these things to me.

I was beginning to fall in love with her.

I didn't know why I was in love with Jessie. She had abused me so much, I should've hated her.

I couldn't, somehow.

I didn't want to get on her bad side, so I let her do whatever she wanted to me and did whatever she told me to. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I wasn't very smart.

I'm lucky she didn't do it with me. I wouldn't be a virgin right now.

-O-o-O-

(Meowth's point of view)

Jessie started taking James into her room a lot. I knew James was her sex slave, so she was probably "exploring" his body.

One night, James came out of Jessie's room and came into the room that he and I shared. He was trembling and crying.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Jessie made me strip right in front of her. I refused, so she ripped off my clothing. I've never been so humiliated in my entire life," James said between quiet sobs.

"Why did she do that?! That's an invasion of privacy!" I was angry.

"I'm her sex slave. She'll do that if I don't do what she says," James whispered.

"She has no right to make you strip if you don't want to," I said.

"Yes, she does, Meowth. She bought me. She has a title deed and everything." James produced two sheets of typed paper. One was a contract and the other was a title deed.

"Where's the 'everything'?" I asked.

"Right here," James said. He took out his sex slave identification card, a name tag, and an identification bracelet.

"Jessie has so much control over you, she's got you defending her when she's violating your rights. You need to stand up to her," I said.

"I just don't know how. And even if I did, I couldn't," James said.

"Why not?" I asked.

No answer.

"James, is there something you're not telling me?" I asked.

"I just can't stand up to Jessie, that's all."

"Why can't you?"

"Because….I love her," James said. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I was sorry I pushed him to answer.

"Even after she did all those awful things to you?" I said, in a softer voice.

James nodded and the tears ran down his lovely face.

"But if you love her, why haven't you told her?" I asked.

"Because I don't want to love her. I don't know how I do. It's just a weird feeling. I can't explain it," James said. "I didn't even want to fall in love." He started to cry silently.

"It's okay. You can't help your feelings," I said, comforting James.

"I thought that if I let her do whatever she wanted with me, I wouldn't get on her bad side so there would be a chance she would love me too and stop doing these things to me," said James.

"That won't help. She'll just be like, 'okay, I can do whatever I want with you,' and she won't stop, she'll get worse," I said.

"So how am I going to stand up to her?" James asked.

I had to admit, I had no freaking idea.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: Living beings are not property. They are certainly not real estate.