A/N: For the best experience, I highly recommend using FireFox's built-in Reader Mode with the text tightened and spaced out to the max.
October 26, 2016
Misty's Room
Misty had been surfing the internet when she stumbled upon a peculiar photo.
"Eh?"
She blinked. It was that of Ash. Or, she thought it was Ash. His hair was round and poofy. And his 'z's were way larger than she remembered them to be. In fact, he looked a year or two younger than the last time he saw him. And just when she was going to… No, it had to be a fake. It just had to be. She pulled out her phone and checked the latest photo on his page.
Her mouth dropped.
She stopped, wincing as she felt a familiar sensation build up in her crotch. She gazed to the right. A picture of Ash standing on top of the Prism Tower laid by. She held it up, looking at it for a good while. A faint blush crossed her face.
Kneeling over, she rubbed her hand against her clit, thinking of her old friend. Was he eating properly? How were his clothes? Was he remembering to change his underwear everyday? She bit her lip at the last one. Ash's underwear. The thought sent shivers down her spine. She felt something wet in between her legs.
"I — came," Misty said, then smiled. "You always find a way to help me. Even when you're not here."
She turned over, her body facing the ceiling. She still worried for him. And what he was doing. She told herself that she had gotten over him, and that she moved on. She wished it to be true. She's tried so hard. But he keeps coming back — like a Psyduck after the trainer who wants it all but gone. As much as she wanted to, deep down, she couldn't. How could she?
"That can't be him," she said. "it just can't be."
She rolled to her side. Her red hair spilled over her neck as she lied there, the room dark with a single streak of light hitting the wall in front of her. She squirmed a bit, her large T brushing against her skin. Her phone laid idly across. It couldn't can't be true. The Ash she's known for all long.
"I said I'd protect you. That I'd keep you safe." Her eyes lowered. "It can't get any worse than this."
Her phone buzzed.
'You have 47 new messages under: #Amourshipping.'