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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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Yeah, Jolt had been kind of an obvious one. Sorry Jolt. But being awesome babes was a given when you were awesome dudes to start with; despite having no genetic relation whatsoever, Char was confident that hotness just innately ran in the Green Team family.

"You sure about that?" Char asked, firing a look off to Vinnie. A look that might have lasted more seconds than he'd usually spare on Vinnie, but who's counting? "I kinda doubt you're takin' this shit totally in stride. Uh..."

He paused for dramatic effect.

(He paused because the droning in the back of his awareness grew insistent enough that it drowned out the thought he'd been working on.)

Focus, boy. Doing his best to tune out the static, Char plowed on. "Don't take it as a compliment, 'cause it ain't, but you're masculine as hell. I ain't exactly spent time imaginin' girl you, but you should be some kinda man-shouldered hairy-legged troglodyte. Instead you're..."

He waved a hand vaguely at Vinnie. He knew the word for it, just... noise. In his head. A lot.

"Hot." Ah yes, that was it. "You're crazy hot. Girl you's miles different from guy you. No way you get used to that instantly."

There was a high-pitched noise that suddenly welled up in Vinnie's throat that might have been a hole being punctured into his soul, and his entire being leaking out at great speed. Her eyes widened and she straight up gaped at Char-with-Bulba's-face with nothing short of complete revulsion.

No no no nonononono he was not hearing this

WHY. WHY CHAR. CHAR, WHY.

Vinnie's voice was shaky as she tried to form the words, "Wh... you..." Okay no. Deep breaths. She grit her teeth. The hands that she'd folded over her chest were clenching her arms as hard as she could as she tried again to speak in slow, measured terms.

"I... never want to hear... those words. Or anything like it. Come out of your mouth. Ever again. For the rest of my life."

If nothing else, Char could at least take some pleasure in finally watching his long time rival's face as (s)he died on the inside.

Wow, okay, so maybe "troglodyte" was a bit strong, Vinnie, but that was probably not the best reaction to offer up. It was pretty well-established by now that Char had this one little habit of trying to stir Vinnie up enough to start up one of those fights that used to be so fun before Vinnie got too important for them. Getting that openly worked up was basically just handing him ammunition and begging him to exploit this weak point all that he could.

If a big deal hadn't been made of it, then it probably wouldn't have amounted to much. The influence of a plant bud's flowerjizz-laden stirrings could only do so much when Char was devoting so much of his concentration toward tuning out a flower he had no idea how to communicate with, and though girl-Vinnie being hot was a surprise, it was a thing he regarded mostly just as a nice little novelty.

It, however, had always been a very true thing that Char had an unfortunate weakness for ice queens. That very thoroughly frosty response, though Vinnie hadn't realized it, had set in motion the wheels of an immensely horrible trainwreck. Char's reaction was startlingly honest, at first: though he usually wouldn't have given two shits about offending Vinnie, a rejection that disgusted coming from a Venusaur was something he felt in his spine before he felt it anywhere else. His ears flattened themselves back against his skull, and he shrank back a little, looking equal parts flustered, defensive, and very, very pink. Good things rarely came from Char's defensive overcompensation for his emotions, but that particular trifecta made for a pretty clear indication that this conversation was rapidly going down the tubes.

It was probably a small mercy that Char no longer had a tail, because probably Vinnie would have been horrified by the ominously curious swaying it would have started doing at this point. Realizing how effortlessly he could now mess with Vinnie (and maybe juuuust a little intrigued), he raised his eyebrows.

"What? Y'mean how drop-dead gorgeous you are?"

Vinnie kneejerk cringed as the word gorgeous hammered a stake right through into what was left of her masculine pride. "Ugh no! Fuckin' shut up!" she snapped back loudly, thoroughly getting creeped out at this point. Seriously, she did not need Char uncanny valleying these unwarranted compliments at her with Bulba's face, ever.

Her face was turning a enviable shade of burning red as she sunk deeper into the water and scooted just a little further away. Yeah, she was just going to not look in the Ivysaur's direction right now - the conflicting messages she was getting from both her common sense and her flower were really not helping with this whole scenario.

Bitterly, she grit her teeth and seethed, "Don't let spring go to your fuckin' head." Because clearly, that is the only reason why he could possibly have even entertained the idea that she was that attractive.

"The hell's spring got to do with it?" Char asked, ever-so-casually compensating for Vinnie's uneasy retreat by inching himself closer. There was something undeniably cute about when a girl got flustered like that, after all. Good news for Vinnie, though: that reply was puzzling enough that it granted a brief respite from blatant come-ons.

Char definitely knew that springtime meant copious amounts of pollen everywhere for saurs, having personally inhaled many a lungful of the obnoxiously over-perfumed stuff, but he didn't see how that had any particular bearing on the current subject. He was also pretty sure that the aforementioned pollen was different from Sleep Powder or Stun Spore or whatever, so he was confident that Vinnie somehow constantly exuding Attract powder was a possibility that could be ruled out. (Surely Vinnie'd never be playing so hard-to-get if there had been an intentional Attract going on, anyway.)

Beyond those possibilities, he had no clue; the idea that there might be something flower-based affecting him failed to even occur to him. The plant was still something he viewed with a very distinct sense of otherness -- as its own individual entity, not Char: The Plant. Or... Bulba: The Plant, actually, since he was the invader here and all. A fact which just disengaged him from it further in his line of thinking.

Vinnie was still looking adamantly in the opposite direction, but he could still feel the encroaching presence inching after him. There was no escape. Perhaps Char could feel the palpable eyeroll that the Venusaur was making through gritted teeth.

"Cuz you got through the winter an' now your bud's woken up and it wants t'do everything." You know. To do everything. Most likely Char simply wasn't used to sharing a body with a floral half and was letting his secondary reproductive functions run away with him. Thinking with his dick, figuratively speaking.

Ugh, there was a thought that needed immediate scrubbing from Vinnie's mind.

More ideas that had never actually occurred to him before this. Not just the idea that flowers were any different in winter -- they sure looked the same, and he was pretty sure that both Vinnie and Bulba had used grass-type moves in the winter just fine -- but the concept of something with no brain actually being capable of wanting something was pretty novel.

Though if he was picking up what Vinnie was implying, then he supposed that it wasn't the brain doing the wanting in that particular case, was it?

But no, that was an explanation that made even less sense. Char wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "What? No, don't be gross, Vinine. This is Bulba's flower, remember?" For one, he was pretty sure Bulba and Vinnie were like brothers or some shit -- he wouldn't be so jealous or insecure if he didn't feel his own position as older brother was being threatened, after all. For another, Vinnie looking pretty dang boobtastic right now probably meant that he wasn't exactly fitting Bulba's ideal type. "This thing ain't got nothin' to do with anything, alright?" Though... no, screw that. Thinking about that too hard just lead down the slippery slope of "does being fused with a gay guy's plant-thing make me half-gay or something," so it seemed like a thing that shouldn't be scrutinized too hard.

"Just take it for what it is, Vinnie. You're cute, that's it. Don't mean I'm gonna immediately sweep you up in my arms or some shit."

Was there an unspoken "unless you want me to" nailed onto the end of that? Yes. Very yes. It also didn't take too long for that distinctly Char-like nerve-grating smirk to start creeping back onto that distinctly Bulba-like face.

Despite himself, Vinnie glanced at Char out the very corner of his eye and narrowed them with complete disbelief. Nothing coming out of the guy's mouth made any sense at all. What? Whatever it was that the former dragon had assumed about their floral existence, it had to be completely and fundamentally wrong, to the extent that the Venusaur had no idea where to even start correcting him.

The unspoken breezed right over her head, thankfully for Vinnie. No sweeping up of the arms. Good. Boundaries.

She turned her head back around to blurt out, "Are you even speaking English anymore? That's not Bulba's flower now." Lifting her hand out of the water, Vinnie pointed at the Ivysaur in question and made a circular motion as though he were gesturing at the entirety of Char's swapped body. "It's 'yours.' It's part of you."

The idea that there was some part of Bulba's psyche somehow trapped inside his floral half, like it held a secret nugget of his original mind was absurd. While flowers certainly had a presence, a consciousness, an ability to perceive the world around them, it was nothing so complex and distinguishing as an animal organism. There was 'safety' and 'kin' and there was 'danger' and 'enemy' - there was 'grow' and 'reproduce' and there was 'perish'.

The basic needs of any plant was pretty much the same. Whatever sexual preference that made up Bulba, it was contained entirely in his animal half. No one was half-gay here. Geez.

Whoa, whoa. No thanks. Char did not particularly want some strange lifeform being a part of him. Thus far, the advantages of a plant buddy had struck him as more disadvantageous than anything; if it weren't for his branding the thing as a facet of Bulba's being, he would have grown to consider it about as pleasant to have around as a tapeworm.

That part about being a facet of Bulba was especially important in and of itself. He knew that Bulba wasn't especially happy with this current state of affairs. Even if Char was still in the process of learning how to like the flower, it was something the kid obviously felt abandoned and incomplete without. The idea that he had snatched away something so important and, even unintentionally, claimed it as his instead, was not... well... that didn't feel especially brotherly, did it? He'd sort of hoped this weird-ass situation would have given him a chance to get closer to his brother, not end up being an obstacle to his happiness yet again.

His ears flattened themselves against his head. "It ain't mine," he stressed. "I don't want nothin' to do with it. I'm just babysittin'." How had they gone from discussing Vinnie's assets to talking about the magical world of stupid-ass flowers, anyway? Call him unrefined, but he much preferred to be thinking about boobs than bulbs. "Look, forget the stupid thing. You sure know how to derail the mood, huh?"

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