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Description: Misty is an adult in this story. She has a nervous breakdown. There's kinky stuff in here too. Enjoy. Misty/Ash.

Forever Yours

By Diana Moon Glampers

Chapter 1

Watercolor

The sun was rising over the beach. A warm, golden glow filled the sky. A salty breeze went through the air. There was a woman on the beach, Misty, and her pokemon, Golduck. She was a lifeguard at that beach and enjoyed her job there. It was always fun watching people and their pokemon relax and have a good time. Today was no ordinary day, though. Today was the day she was going to give children swimming lessons.

"I can do this. I can keep it together." Misty told herself.

Golduck was her most loyal pokemon. He had known her for a long time, usually as "that dumb duck". He evolved sometime around when things changed.

"I can do this. I can keep it together." She repeated.

Golduck held her hand. He knew that she needed him. She needed all of the help she could get from friends, family, and pokemon alike.

"I can do this." She said.

A van full of children arrived at the beach. They all piled out, excited to learn from her.

"I can do this." She repeated.

Golduck cooed as though to reassure her. She put on a smile and faced the children.

"Okay, class! How are we doing today?"

The children all replied. Their voices blurred together, a mass of words all affirming that they were happy that morning.

"Super! Okay, today we're going to cover The Backstroke. You all remember how to do that from last time, right? You make your arms stiff and cup your hands like and ice cream scoop. You got that?" She said. The class nodded.

"Cool! Okay kids, go on into the water and swim up toward the foghorn and back."

Misty watched as the children swam toward the foghorn, just as she had instructed. She moved toward the water, getting her feet wet in the waves. The water was warm. It made her feel good. She couldn't help but smile, not her fake smile, but her real smile.

"Nice. Real nice." She thought.

She closed her eyes and relaxed. The soft morning sun touched her skin. The warm water stroked her ankles. The breeze touched her body. For a moment, there was nothing. She was lost. No more thoughts. No more anxiety. No more worries.

Nirvana: A state where one is filled with nothing

Lost in the moment.

"Miss Misty?"

She opened her eyes and returned to reality.

"Miss Misty, quick!"

It was a boy in her class, a kid named George.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Misty said.

"It's Olivia. Everyone else is back except her. I… I…" George looked like he could cry.

"Stay right there. I'll go find her." She said.

She turned to Golduck.

"Let's search for her." She said.

Golduck nodded. They both swam into the ocean to look for Olivia.

"Crud. What could've happened to her?" Misty thought as she swam out toward the foghorn.

She noticed bubbles going up beyond the safety string, a line set up to stop kids from going out too far.

"She must be there." Misty thought.

She dove underwater. Golduck followed close behind.

Sure enough, Misty saw Olivia. The little girl was struggling to reach the surface. She was wearing a strange swimsuit, one that was fashioned to make her resemble a mermaid. Misty would have groaned if she were not underwater.

"Darn it, Olivia! Mermaid swimsuits take practice to use! You can't just wear something that binds your legs together and swim in it without already being a great swimmer!" She thought.

Once again, she was lost in the moment. Danger stopped her from thinking too much. There was no time. A little girl's life was at stake. Misty and Golduck pulled Olivia up to the surface and swam her back to the shore. Once they returned, Olivia began coughing.

"Are you okay?" Misty asked.

"I'm fine." Olivia said.

The adrenaline left Misty. She noticed that her heart was racing, her palms were sweating, and her body was shaking.

"Miss Misty? Are you okay?" George said.

She felt something come over her.

"That mermaid suit." She said.

"What? You mean this?" Olivia said.

Golduck knew what was coming. He held his trainer's hand. Misty fell down to her knees.

"Miss Misty?" George repeated.

She cried.

Misty broke down in tears. She tried to speak between sobs. She wanted to say "Class dismissed", but couldn't. The children weren't sure what to do. They'd never seen their instructor like this before. She was usually cheerful, always happy, and energetic.

"Class…"

She couldn't finish. Golduck patted her on the back to try to comfort her.

"Classshhh…"

A large wave came by, washing her. It was as if even nature were telling her to let it all out.

"Classhh Dishmisshed."

The children returned to their van and went home early that day.