Explanation: I had a Wishfulshipping dream a while back, posted the basics of it on the Serebii thread, and someone else voted to have it written as a fanfic. It's also based very loosely on Shrek, if that gives you a clue.

I'm not that fond of the first chapter, but I promise, it will get better.

WARNING: Possible OOC-ness, slight Pokeshipping, scenes that look like Negaishipping but aren't, and insanity all around.

Once upon a time, back when fairies gave humans supernatural assistance and kings ruled the land, it was a time for celebration in a kingdom known as Striaton. The triplet sons of the king and queen were reaching their second birthday, and all the important people in the kingdom were coming to visit the young princes. Most of them were accepted - after all, the queen adored the boys and was pleased that everyone seemed to like them so much instead of taking advantage of their tiny little brains and inability to make proper judgements as an excuse to kill them in an attempt to take the throne.

Or maybe they had, and the children were just too smart for the evil grown-ups.

But out of all the guests for the birthday party, one stood out most of all. A man with long, messy green hair, a Hydreigon beside him. This man promised a dark fate for one of the children, the green-haired one hiding behind his brothers. "Soon after the boy turns seventeen, he will get hit by lightning in the middle of a thunderstorm, and he will die."

Luckily for the royal family, a fairy was present, and could try to stop the curse with her magic. Unfortunately, this fairy was still a little hung over from a party in the fairy realm the night before, and she really didn't want to use too much power. She held the little boy's hand and stood quietly, remaining calm through the panic, and made her announcement.

"The prince will not die at seventeen," she declared, to the cheers of just about everyone. She waited until the noise had died down before continuing with, "I never said the lightning wouldn't strike. But I give him the gift of protection. Instead of death, he will go into a coma or something like that, only to be woken by true love's kiss."

Though the fairy's gift had done little to soften the curse, the king and queen weren't worried. After all, who would be stupid enough to play in a thunderstorm?

Fifteen years later...

Ash Ketchum bounced across town, much higher and farther than any mortal could keep up with. His Pikachu nearly purred with excitement, feeling the wind blowing through his fur as his master flew - or at least so it seemed.

Ash was a rarity, one of the few male fairies. Not just any male fairy, he'd be quick to point out. No, he was the best friend of the youngest fairy princess, answering (almost) every command she made with an attempt at obedience, never mind the many, sort of mean comments he made, just to see her get mad.

Catching sight of the princess, and he screeched to a halt beside her favorite pond. "You wanted me, Misty?"

She looked up from petting the Corsola, and gave him that half-amused, half-irritated look only she could master. "Would you have been ordered to come and see me if I hadn't?" she challenged, getting to her feet. "I heard you failed another of your 'helping humans' activities."

"Well, my assignment was that weird psychic," he pointed out. "And I didn't fail. My mission was to stop her from being so creepy, that Haunter got her to laugh, mission accomplished."

"She's still a sadistic bitch with a tendency to abuse her powers. She's just more cheerful about it." Misty shook her head as her friend thought hard for a decent comeback. "Look, Ash, your streak of failures has given us no choice. The Court has ordered your magic blocked until you succeed in a mission. A magic word will activate it in an emergency, but it has to be a real emergency. Your definition of an emergency would probably just be that you got hungry, or bored, or someone stole your sandwich."

He wanted to say that those did qualify as emergencies, but he could tell that this wasn't the time to joke around. "But how am I gonna make it as a human?"

"You'll find a way."

"What's my new mission?"

Misty thought back to what the Court had told her when they named her the messenger. "Um...Oh, right! There was a prince cursed by a sorcerer, who tried to chase his runaway Pansage and ended up getting hit by enchnated lightning." She rolled her eyes, clearly a Where do they come up with this stuff? gesture. "Your mission is to help the princess of the Dragon Kingdom wake him up." Misty took a step closer, almost as if going to hug him, but hesitated for just a second before returning to 'friend mode.' "I'm sorry. It wasn't my decision."

"Hey, remember what Dawn always says? 'No need to worry.' I'll be back in about a week."

Misty snorted and gave him a playful shove. "Your overconfidence is your weakness."

Overconfident, maybe. But he'll show her. He'll find a human, succeed in his mission, and come back to rub it in the faces of Misty and the Court. Because he was Ash Ketchum.

Ash soon found himself dumped outside the fairy realm, no sign of Misty or Corsola anywhere. Pikachu made a sound of disappointment, but he was Ash's partner. Of course he would be kicked out with him. Luckily, they'd forgotten to shut down Pikachu's mystic powers, which included a tracking instinct.

"Where are you going, Pikachu?" Ash whined, chasing the little yellow creature down. Pikachu darted down the road, into a small town, where he paused and waited for his master. Ash skidded to a halt beside him, looking around at the bright colors and many Dragon-type Pokemon. "Is this where the princess is?"

"Pika!" Pikachu cried happily, pointing down the road. Ash wasn't going to screw up this time. He'd make sure of it.

"You're kidding, right, Axew?"

The small green dragon ignored his trainer's pleading, instead staring at the donut hanging from the shop window. "Axew, yew..." he said to himself, not taking his eyes off the treat. The girl hid her face in her hand.

"Don't be a kid," she told him. "We're here to get fresh air. Not donuts."

"Ax..."

The girl picked up the dragon and let him crawl into her hair. "We'll come back later, ok? If they still have donuts, I'll get you a small one."

Axew cheered, glomping her from inside her hair. Princess Iris was, without a doubt, the greatest human ever, at least in Axew's mind. Even if she did prefer to give him fruit and traditional Pokemon food.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a princess."

Iris turned, noticing a strange, black-haired boy with a Pikachu on his shoulder. That was a Pokemon not usually found around here. "Is that your Pikachu?" she squealed, completely ignoring the statement. "It's even cuter than I imagined! We don't find them around here, where did you get it?"

The boy paused, suddenly nervous. "I, uh, don't come from around here. Now, are you or do you know the princess?"

Iris was suddenly on guard, bracing herself for anything. "What do you want with her?"

The boy stuttered for a minute longer, before saying, "I need a princess to help me get home. Do you know where she is?"

"Does it have to be this princess?"

"Is this the Dragon Kingdom?" the boy challenged. Iris nodded. "Then, yeah, it has to be this princess."

"And she is, what, the key to a mystic portal?"

"Look. I'm not gonna hurt her. If this works out, both of us will end up happy. If it doesn't, I'll take her right back to her palace and leave her alone for the rest of eternity. Promise." Both the boy and Pikachu made a cross over their hearts, and they looked pretty harmless...

"Fine, I'll try to help you get back to wherever you came from. But try to touch me, and I'll have Axew Dragon Rage you into the next lifetime."

The growling from her hair seemed threatening enough for the boy to agree.