Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or its characters and place names, but in the spirit of fanfiction I own this story and the characters I created around it. Most notably, I "own" Professor Orchid, although I seek no financial gain from these stories.
Reef Island Adventures
Day 2 and 3
Misty started to awake. She felt as if she had a terrible nightmare. This time her clothes felt clean, but unfamiliar. She could hear the sound of the ocean and snoring. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a modest style room. The ocean sounds came in through the open windows. The snoring came from Ash, asleep on a futon next to hers. She thought that she was dreaming, until nature reminded her of reality. She got up and explored. They were in a small, three room cabin. She found the second room to be a bathroom, with a soaking tub big enough for two. After she finished with the bathroom, she found the third room to be a small kitchen stocked with nonperishable foodstuffs.
She prepared two bowls of instant noodles as she tried to remember. She was in a boat, then a pedicab, then staggered into here. A brochure on the counter explained where here was. "Reef Island Resort: an all-inclusive resort with restaurants, gym, pool, golf course, nearby hot springs and cabins on private, black sand beaches. Also available is an all-inclusive Pokemon park, so trainers can be truly unencumbered."
She sat down at the small table and started to eat. The smell of food managed to pry Ash out of bed. He dragged himself to the table, mumbled, "Good morning," then started to eat. After a few mouthfuls of noodles he asked, "Where are we?"
Misty pushed the brochure to him and said, "In a resort. Dr. Orchid said this was the closest place to stay. There is a Pokemon center here with a Pokemon park; we should take our Pokemon. They really worked hard to get us here. They need a break."
"Especially Gyarados and Charizard," added Ash. "After that, we can go to that restaurant and check out the buffet." He put down his empty noodle bowl to make the point.
They disposed of the debris of breakfast, found their bags by the door and went outside. The cabin was set back from the beach, in the shade of the palm trees. They followed a paved path from the house, through the palms and to a gate. Next to the gate was a pair of bicycles.
"It says here," Misty waved the brochure, "we can use the bicycles to get around, and that the gate opens to these card keys." She peeled out a plastic card and waved it at the gate. As it opened she handed Ash the card and put the other card in her pocket.
A short ride on the bicycles brought them to the main building. Inside they were presented with two wrapped bundles and were given directions to the Pokemon center. After dropping off the Pokemon they returned to the main building, and went straight to the buffet.
After Ash sat down with two heaping plates of food, he asked, "I wonder what's in these packages."
Misty answered with a slight growl, "Your clothes. We didn't come to these islands wearing hospital scrubs."
"What do we do now?"
"We relax," she replied between mouthfuls of food. "Dr. Joy and Dr. Orchid said it could take a week. Your Pokemon haven't had a break since the tournament and neither have you. I think that soaking in the hot spring, sun bathing and snorkeling are the most important things we need to worry about."
"But..."
"No 'buts'. If you mope and worry for a week, you'll just make it harder for your Pokemon. Besides, they're having the time of their lives. Shouldn't you?"
Ash then asked in a pleasant tone, "All right then, what do first?"
"We shop."
"Shop? You would think that shopping is fun," he replied slightly dejected.
"We need sunscreen, food, snacks, drinks, swim wear, a change of clothes and diving equipment," she lectured. "Tell you what, you go to the equipment rental desk, and I'll take care of the rest." He nodded in agreement.
Later Misty had two sacks of supplies and was getting some clothes: Kimonos, two bikinis, a one-piece bathing suit, and some trunks for Ash. She paused and said to herself, "Make the most of it." She kept one pair of trunks, and got some low cut swim-briefs instead.
She found Ash still at the equipment desk. In one hand he had a sack with a pair of flippers, goggles and the latest one-piece underwater breathing units. With the other hand, he was paging through a catalog. "Hey Misty, did you know that they have jet skis and sailboards too?"
"Really? Well that gives us something to do tomorrow. Let's go."
They returned to the cabin with the bicycle baskets filled. Despite their earlier enthusiasm, they still needed rest. They agreed that today they'll catch some of the afternoon sun. They changed then took a large beach blanket down to the beach.
As Ash ran across the hot sand to cool his feet in the surf, Misty surveyed the view. She saw the ocean, a reef offshore and the palms behind them. As far as she could see, the only people were herself and Ash, who was hopping from the hot sand. "I bought you a pair of sandals," she reminded him, as she rolled out the blanket.
She was working in the sunscreen when he came to the blanket. She squeezed out a little more and handed him the bottle. He got to work applying the sunscreen. As he sat down she reached for the bottle and said, "I'll do your back." He released the bottle, and finished with his front side. She squeezed out sunscreen across his back then massaged it in. She used so much sunscreen; she had an excuse to work areas that he already did. She started at his shoulders, spreading the lotion evenly then working it into the muscles. Over the top of his shoulders then up and down the neck she stroked him. She pressed her firm breasts into his shoulder blades as she tried to reach down the whole length of his arms. She paused with her arms around his and their flesh pressed together, then up the arms she stroked; all the while Ash softly moaned his pleasure. Then she worked the middle of the back. Kneading Ash's back muscles then spreading the excess lotion to his chest. Down his back she worked until she reached his trunks. She finished by massaging just inside his waistband, starting in the back, then working her fingers to his front. Just before she stopped, she could feel his pubic hair and brushed the top of his manhood.
With Ash ready, Misty removed her top. Covering her nipples with one arm, she knelt beside Ash and handed him the bottle. "Do me," she said with a hint of pleading in her voice. When Ash took the bottle, she laid on her stomach. Ash applied several smaller spots of lotion on her back. He also started at the shoulders and neck, and Misty moaned her approval. He covered the back of her arms then massaged her middle and lower back. The lower he went, the more she moaned. Closer and closer to her bottom he worked. When he reached her bikini he stopped. Not wanting miss the moment, or at least a free massage, she asked, "Would you do my legs?" He applied several spots of lotion on both her legs and worked them in. As he worked down her legs she slowly spread them apart, making it hard to reach one leg from his position. Soon he moved between her legs and continued the massage.
Kneeling between her legs, Ash worked the lotion up and down her legs. It felt like he had done this before. Then he just massaged her thighs and it felt more familiar. He rocked back and forth. Something was making his swim trunks feel tight. He was sure that he shouldn't be wearing clothes. He was sure that where Misty's bikini was there should be a hole and a tail. Ash stopped to clutch his head then he laid down next to Misty. "I hope Pikachu is okay," he muttered, then fell asleep.
Misty watched him in silence. Then she fell asleep, dreaming of what could have happened next.
She awakened to the cold. She saw that the sun was going down. She sat up to put on her top and called to Ash, "Hey, wake up and see the sunset."
"Shouldn't it be 'wake up and see the sunrise'?" he replied with his face buried in the blanket.
"How about 'let's have dinner'?" she countered.
His stomach growled its response. They gathered their things as the light started to fade, then moved back to the cabin. After they ate and washed off the sunscreen, Ash was about to wash his trunks. Fearing that her plot would unravel, Misty quickly said, "They have a free laundry service here, you don't have to do that Ash."
"But I wanted to go swimming in the morning. How long does the laundry service take?"
"Silly, I bought extra." Misty used her usual lecture-Ash-about-common-sense-voice, "We can swim after breakfast then take the laundry when we go to lunch. We can use the third set of clothes to swim after lunch."
"Oh, okay," Ash added to have some sort of last word.
"I hope I got the sizes right," Misty thought to herself. "I hope he doesn't check. Please don't show any common sense on this."
"Well, I guess I'll go watch the stars." With that Ash walked outside and started to wrestle with a folding beach chair. "Misty! I could use some help."
Misty breathed a sigh of relief and went outside. After very little struggle, they both were watching the stars seated in a beach chair built for two. The stars filled the sky and the moon started to rise from the ocean. When Misty started to shiver, Ash fetched a blanket from the cabin. The two were soon asleep under the stars.
In the morning Ash was excited for their new adventure, and Misty kept him busy with preparations for their dive. When Ash came out of the bathroom wearing his new swim briefs, his enthusiasm seemed dampened. "Misty, what did you buy?" he asked.
"What?" Misty replied with all the innocence and surprise she could spare. "You're the one who didn't want to shop," she lectured. "We could go back to the lodge and try to exchange it," she offered.
Ash believed that 'exchange' was worse than 'shop'. He saw the morning and afternoon lost to shopping and tried to rescue his adventure. "It is a little snug, but not that bad. I can still move," he said as he did a few stretches.
Misty reviewed his half-hearted stretches and tried to show nothing on her face. The briefs were snug, she planned it that way. The fabric showed all the details of his toned rump. The cut was just low enough to hold in his manhood and leave little to the imagination.
Ash repeated his stretches, trying to convince Misty not to waste the morning shopping. Misty gave a look of surrender. "Well, okay," she said, but was thinking, "Perfect. After lunch, it gets better." As she gathered her change of clothes, she reminded him to wear sandals when he takes the dive equipment to the beach. After he left, she quickly changed into the one-piece then joined him.
The reef was an underwater Garden of Eden. Every color and texture imaginable could be seen in the crystal blue waters. Fish by the hundreds darted about them and sparkled as they turned. Occasionally a wild Krabby or Octillery would scuttle away as the couple explored.
They swam for hours, until their air ran low. They made it to the beach and gathered their things in a hurry. "I can't wait to go back in," said Ash, with his usual enthusiasm for adventure. As they ran to the cabin, changed, then raced on the bicycles to the lodge, they recounted all the sights they found in the reef. Ash went to the rental desk for freshly charged air units and decided to order an extra pair.
Misty dropped off the laundry and hoped that Ash didn't develop an interest in shopping today. When she found him on the way to the buffet she was both relieved and nervous. She masked her emotions with hunger and continued to discuss the reef. "Make the most of it," she thought to herself as they ate. "If nothing else happens, he's not worrying about his Pokemon and the reef is so beautiful."
They ate light meals then went to the rental desk and collected the charged air units. The ride back to the cabin was at a normal pace. Misty knew they needed to wait after the meal before going back in the water, but she didn't want Ash to be idle in the cabin. She kept up the conversation on the reef and what she wanted to explore next.
"I want you to explore me," she thought as Ash described where he wanted to go next. She glanced at her dive watch. "Just keep this pace to the gate then hurry to the cabin," she thought as Butterfrees filled her stomach. "Your only clothes left are jeans, a kimono and the last pair of all-too-brief briefs," she mused.
Ash felt that the conversation was too one-sided and noticed Misty had a faraway look. "What are you thinking about?" he asked as they came to the gate.
Misty was stunned for a moment by his question. As the gate opened, she looked at her watch and said "I think." She paused. "I think that last one in is a Slowpoke!" With that she sped down the path and through the palms to the cabin. After Ash recovered from his surprise he chased after her. When he entered the cabin, she was already in the bathroom.
He searched the cabin then called out, "Hey, Misty. Where is the other swimsuit you got for me?"
"It should be in the bag," she replied, trying to keep her nervousness out of voice. She found the clasp of her bikini hard to fasten with her shaking hands.
"What bag?"
"The bag with 'Reef Island Resort' on it," she replied in her usual tone. Her nerves calmed by the banter.
"They all have food in them."
"Sorry Ash, it's here in the bathroom." Misty stepped out the bathroom in her new swimsuit: a red bikini top and red thong bottom.
Ash rushed into the bathroom. Misty gathered all the equipment she needed for the dive then practiced an impatient look in the mirror. After she figured Ash has had enough time to take care of business she asked, "Are you ready yet?"
The door opened and Ash came out looking more pained than when he tried on the other briefs. What he wore now was a thong. It was just a size too small for him. He winced a little as he moved and looked as if stretching would be impossible.
Not wanting to lose the momentum, she handed Ash his dive equipment and headed for the door. "Come on, Slowpoke," she teased as she walked to the beach. She watched him follow and adjusted her pace and distance. "Look like you're running so he'll chase you," she thought, "but not fast enough that he gets discouraged." She stopped before the wet sand and changed into her flippers. "This must be the most beautiful reef in the world," she called out while putting on her goggles.
Ash arrived looking irritated and squirmed a little. She knew this would be his first time in a thong. "You need a better reason to wear a thong, other than it is the only thing to wear," she thought, "make the most of it." She put on her best 'impatient look' and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It doesn't fit," he said.
"If I suggest we go shopping, he has to agree. Let us see how good his memory is," she thought. "Well, wear something else," she stated flatly.
"I don't have anything else, you took it to the laundry," he replied, slightly pained.
"Then go without," she retorted.
"But you shouldn't dive alone," he said trying to make her feel guilty for his troubles.
"I mean just take it off. Think of it as soaking in a bath. Nobody is going to see you." She said it. Her mind raced as to what he would do next.
His mind raced as well as he turned away.
Misty let out a sigh of disappointment and started to kick off the flippers.
"I'll do it," he said in surrender. As he faced away from Misty, he tried to untangle himself from the thong with his trembling hands. Misty tried to look busy securing her flipper. With feelings of relief and embarrassment he first freed his manhood then pulled the back of the thong out of his crack. Realizing that the worst was over, he pushed the thong down then off his feet. He shuffled into the flippers and tried to hide behind his goggles and breather. Finally he shuffled to the surf, never looking at Misty.
"He did it! That deserves a reward," she thought. Sympathetically she said, "I guess thongs aren't very good for swimming." She said it more for her own courage than for his relief.
A snap made Ash glance her way. He saw her undoing the two snaps on her thong and pulling it free in one motion. He quickly turned away then stood paralyzed. His heart was racing and his mind was flooded by all of his senses. The gentle surf seemed deafening. The cry of distant Wingull was like a siren. He walked in slow motion to the bright light coming off the sea. The third plastic snap was a thunderclap.
Then an alien appeared next to him. The alien had bright white skin, a giant third eye, webbed feet and steel mandibles. With one hand it was smearing something white around a small patch of red fur. The other hand held out a bottle. "Here," it said with a garbled voice. His hand took the bottle. The alien then used its free hand to smear the white fluid on its small pink horns. The alien looked at him with its three eyes then spoke in a garbled voice, "You better put some on, or you'll burn." Ash tried to obey the commands. He squeezed the warm white fluid into his hand until it was overflowing. The monster retracted a pair of eyes then snatched the bottle from his hand. After tossing away the bottle, the monster ravished him. It stole the cream from his hand then smothered him with it. Stroke after stroke, he became smeared with white cream. His chest, arms, back and legs were all in turn given a creamy Vicegrip. Then it stopped. It picked up the bottle and coated both hands with a new dose. The final attack was on his manhood. One hand grabbed his tip, the other stroked down his rod. Then it stroked back up. Then stroked down again. Finally it worked some hot cream onto his balls.
The alien removed its mouthpiece and spoke in Misty's voice, "Come on Ash, let's go swimming." She took his hand into hers. "Everything will be fine," the voice tried to reassure him. He was led into the water. "Let's go find those Krabby." Then the two reentered the underwater paradise.
On their first dive Misty tried to avoid any wild Pokemon, now she silently prayed to find them. She tried to recall everything she knew about water Pokemon to find them now. In the distance she saw a promising sight. "I think I see something over there," she said through the breathing unit's hydrophone. She took his hand and pulled him along after her, to a bed of pink coral. "Oh, wow!" she exclaimed with some relief. There in the coral was a small colony of Corsola.
As soon as Ash saw the Pokemon his trainer instincts took over. He watched their movements and activities. He tried to decode their hierarchy by looking for signs of dominance and submission between individuals. The couple was in turn observed by the Corsola. Four of the younger Pokemon swam to the couple and started to play. Misty let go of Ash's hand, and let the Pokemon takeover. The little ones would swim around, teasing the humans into chasing them.
After a while Ash noticed that Misty wasn't nearby. "Misty! Where are you?" he called out.
There was a faint, "I'm over here, near the colony."
Ash asked his Pokemon playmates, "Can you take me back to my friend?" The Corsola pair nodded in agreement then each one moved into one of Ash's hands. As soon as he gripped the pair, they pulled with all of their youthful strength. Ash was astonished by their speed and could feel the current tugging at his goggles and body. The water coursing by his member created strange sensations, but before he could worry about this new feeling, his escorts stopped and slipped his grasp. Then the pair sped off, chasing each other. Ash looked around, and asked again, "Where are you Misty?"
"I'm right here," came a reply so clear that she had to be close.
Still he couldn't see her. "Where?" he implored.
"Look below you," she replied, trying to calm him.
Ash looked below. The bottom was twenty feet below, and was a brilliant white with a hint of pink. He looked harder. His first clue was a glint of something metal. Then he saw two patches of reddish-orange, the first was larger and swayed with the current, the second was much smaller. He swam to the fiery beacon. He approached and saw more details: the outline of her body, the fullness of her breasts and her pink nipples. "Hi," she said, and broke the spell. "We need to go back." The young Corsola swam up and showed their reluctance in seeing their human playmates leave. Seeing that Ash was loosening up, she said to the Pokemon, "Don't be sad, we can come back later."
Ash added, "Yes, we can come tomorrow and play." This lifted the mood, and the Corsola went back to their frolic. Then Ash and Misty rose to the surface to get their bearings. Satisfied with the direction, they dived back down. They swam in a straight line to the beach, taking in as much of the beauty as they could.
They walked out of the surf and removed their dive equipment. As they gathered their things they discussed their observations of the colony. They walked back to the cabin wearing only sandals, and a hair tie in Misty's case. It was late and they were tried. They agreed to eat dinner in the cabin, and not bother with the lodge.
Ash was so focused on his conversation about Pokemon he followed Misty into the bathroom. As she started the hot water he went to the partitioned off toilet and relieved himself. He came out as Misty removed her hair tie and rinsed off the salt water. She handed him the nozzle, and he paused in his continuous discussion of the dive to thank her. Then she went off to relieve herself. She returned as he was lathering himself. He looked just as relaxed as he did in Dr. Orchid's video. She took the soap and washed herself. As they finished, the locker room conversation turned to dinner.
They left the bathroom drying their hair with towels. As Ash started dinner, Misty took a pair of dry towels from the bath and placed them on the chair seats. They ate their dinner and went to bed, each on their own futon. Ash never showed any discomfort with their state of undress, nor did he ever let up in his talk about Pokemon. As she tried to sleep, she wondered about Dr. Orchid's observations of Ash. Maybe she would need the doctor's help.