A few days later, Ash had, by a turn of some unforseen circumstances, had manged to turn himself (for the second time) into a Pikachu.
Only this time, he'd lost the hat. And the humanish eyes. And the ability to say anything other than his name.
So basically, he was an exact replica of a Pikachu. Complete with thundershocking abilities.
Ash didn't mind so much. Mew, an old acquaintance of his, promised it would only last for a day. And anyways, Misty loved Pikachus. Once, she even said she had preferred him as a Pikachu better; though she had been joking, this remark piqued Ash.
Just you wait Misty, Ash thought to himself. You're gonna be all over me soon.
Ash saw her, not far away, putting Togepi to sleep. Her hair was loose again, and she seemed in a very pokémon-lovable mood.
And Pikachu, who would certainly see through the deception, due to his closeness to Ash, could not be trusted. Right now, Pikachu was competition, competition which Ash did not want. And thankfully for Ash, it was busy romping around with Bulbasaur and Squirtle elsewhere… which was a surprise considering it usually liked playing with Misty and Togepi. But Ash wasn't complaining about his good fortune.
Ash scampered up to Misty, his Pikachu ears cocked adorably, and nudged her softly.
Misty looked down at him, her beautiful eyes shining.
"Oh, hello cutie!" she cooed, and the Ash felt Butterfree fluttering around crazily in his stomach.
She thinks you're a Pikachu, he reminded himselft sternly. Don't get so hyper, she thinks the Pikachu is cute. Still it is kinda nice.
"Chaaa…" Ash squeaked cutely, in a way he knew (from watching his own Pikachu) would soften Misty.
Misty smiled at him, and scooped him into her arms. Ash's heart leapt.
She's holding me in her arms! I'm about to get cuddled by Misty!
"Do you have a trainer?" she asked, softly stroking the fur on his back with her slender fingers. Ash squirmed in pleasure… now this was making him feel high, drunk… and it was sending shivers of pleasure down his – uh – tail? Oops… or not. Damn, why couldn't he be a Pikachu forever?!
Ash shook his head, and nuzzled her hair happily. Mm… she smells like strawberries and her hair is so soft… haha, she'd kill me with that mallet if she knew what I was doing. This feels real… nice…
"Pika chu pi pika pi chupi…" Ash said sweetly, confessing what he never would if he had been human. I think you're the most beautiful girl ever. Unforunately, Misty didn't understand his pika-language, and therefore he wasn't rewarded with a kiss like he had hoped.
However, Misty giggled, a sound which made all the hairs on his Pikachu body tingle pleasurably, and continued to stroke him, oblivious to the fact that he was not actually a pokémon, but a hormonal, infatuated and slightly perverted 16 year old boy.
"Are you hungry?" she questioned, apparently finished with her petting. She placed a disappointed Ash on the ground, who had been hoping for a few kisses perhaps.
Ash however, even as a Pikachu, could not deny his Snorlaxian appetite, and nodded. Misty offered him one of Brock's donuts, and he nibbled at it… one annoying thing about being a Pikachu; his mouth was too small and he had too nibble… but still, at least Misty was still petting him.
"Hey why don't you meet my best friend Ash's Pikachu?" she suggested suddenly.
My best friend Ash! You admitted I'm your best friend!!! Ash was overjoyed, for Misty would never admit such a thing to him.
"Pikachu!!" she called.
Oh no. No no no. I don't wanna meet his – I mean my – Pikachu!
Pikachu scurried over happily, jumping into Misty's lap.
Get off. Ash thought through clenched teeth.
"Pi pikachupi?" it asked.
"Look Pikachu… here's another Pikachu you can play with!" Misty pointed at Ash.
Oh Mew. Don't recognize me.
Pikachu ran over to Ash, extending a friendly paw, which Ash reluctantly shook.
"Pika!!" it said happily, which Ash, through years of practice, understood as "Hello!"
"P-pika…" he replied unsurely.
Pikachu smiled at him, and then leant forward to sniff him.
Oh Lugia. Now I'm done for.
After one sniff, Pikachu looked at Ash suspiciously, and then sniffed again. Pikachu's sense of smell never failed him. It was unmistakeable.
"Pikapi!!!" Ash, it hissed at him, looking shocked and suspicious.
Ash had no choice but to surrender. Grateful now, that Misty didn't understand him, he confessed to Pikachu.
But please, please don't tell her Pikachu! She'll mallet me! And she's so nice to me as a Pikachu, okay, it's not fair! She always loves you, this is the most I can get, lemme enjoy it okay! Ash begged his pokémon.
Though loyal to Misty, Pikachu was, undeniably loyal to Ash, and nodded, narrowing its eyes.
Thanks Pikachu, you're the greatest! Ash cried. Pikachu smiled happily, and scampered off after giving Ash a quick pika-hug.
"Why don't you go play with him?" Misty suggested, but Ash shook his head, pawing at her leg. (A/N : Not in a sick way… really!!!)
"Oh alright… I guess you're kind of shy then." she said, and to Ash's delight, set him down in her lap, and started stroking him again absentmindedly.
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A few minutes later, Misty informed Ash that she was going to take a bath, and could he please, wait for her here, maybe play with Brock for awhile?
Ash, however, had no intentions of playing with Brock, and in a few minutes, scampered after Misty, grinning wickedly.
He reached the lake wear she was taking a bath, but to his immense disappointment, she was already fully underwater. He could just see her head, her bright hair dripping with beads of water. Her clothes were discarded near the bushes. Ash considered hiding behind one of them (something easy due to his small size) until she got out.
The Butterfree in his stomach raced, as he pictured a dripping wet Misty, fully n-
Two vines suddenly wrapped around his torso, suddenly jerking him backwards, and snapping him out of his daydream.
Ash turned around and glared, only to be met with a very annoyed looking Pikachu, an amused Squirtle and a rather disgusted Bulbasaur, who was holding him in his vines.
"Pikachu pika pika pi pikachu pika!" Pikachu scolded, shaking its head exasperatedly. Don't even think about trying that you sicko!
"Bulbasaur bulba saur bulba saur!" Bulbasaur added disdainfully. Especially considering you're a pokémon right now!
Squirtle just lauged. "Squirtle squirt squirtle!" Nice try Ash!
Ash sighed. He'd been caught red handed – or, uh – yellow pawed – by his own pokémon. How… mortifying. However, leave it to his precious Pikachu to guess exactly what he was up to and try to preserve Misty's dignity. Pikachu knew Ash far too well.
"Get inside your pokéballs will ya?" He groaned.
Bulbasaur and Squirtle gave him a look which clearly said 'Don't think you can tell us what to do when you're a freaking pokémon like us!!!"
Pikachu's cheeks sparked at the mention of it's despised pokéball.
Ash gave up, and proceeded to play tag with his pokémon, something which kept him sufficiently distracted as Misty finished her bath in peace.
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The rest of the day passed satisfyingly for Ash, who received many more cuddles and pettings from Misty (but sadly no kiss, apparently, only his freaking Pikachu got those). His pokémon kept him out of too much mischief, particularly Bulbasaur and Pikachu.
They had attempted a double battle (Ash and Pikachu vs Squirtle and Bulbasaur) but it didn't work too well, as Ash had no idea how to control or aim his thundershocks and ended up setting a few trees on fire, which Squirtle had to immediately dowse with his water guns.
He also tended to yell out "Vine whip Bulbasaur" and "Squirtle, use water gun!" and "Pikachu, thundershock!" in his pika-language. This resulted in him receiving rather annoyed looks from Squirtle, Bulbasaur and Pikachu who seemed to resent being ordered around by a squeaking little pokémon who couldn't even aim it's own attacks.
Finally, Misty rescued him, saying perhaps, he wasn't in the mood to battle, and how about he play with her and Togepi. Ash was relieved, especially when Charizard popped out of it's pokéball. Though Charizard finally respected Ash, Ash was afraid what it would do if it saw it's master as a pokémon ten times smaller than it.
Misty was watching Pika-Ash play with Togepi, though a rather distant, worried look was in her eyes.
"Pika pika?" Ash asked concerned.
"Toge priii?" Togepi trilled unhappily, noticing Mommy was upset.
Misty smiled at them. "Oh it's nothing… I'm just worried about Ash…"
Ash's heart leapt… she's worried about me! I knew it! She always acts like she doesn't care but she's so worried.
Ash looked at her concerned face, and her sad eyes, and immediately jumped into Misty's arms, hudding her with his small body. Don't worry, I'm right here Misty!
Misty smiled, petting him again. "Thanks Pikachu," she said, extending an arm outwards for Togepi. "It's just that he said he'd be back by tomorrow morning, and I wonder what he's doing and if he's okay… he hasn't taken any pokémon with him, because apparently he's training at some human-only gym, though I have no idea why… still I'd feel better if I knew he had his pokémon to take care of him… he wouldn't let me come with him…" she trailed off sadly.
Ash, though thrilled Misty had actually believed that ridiculous excuse, suddenly felt very guilty about not letting her come with him. She obviously wanted to, and from the tone of her voice, she was feeling a bit hurt he'd said no.
It's only 'cause I couldn't let you know I was meeting Mew and transforming! That'd ruin everything! I wanted to be with you, trust me on that! Ash thought sadly, but could say nothing, except nuzzle her face comfortingly.
He considered asking Misty about this 'Ash person' but decided against it. The less he talked the better, because if Togepi managed to figure out his identity (which it would if he spoke too much) then the baby would certainly blab to Misty, unlike Pikachu. And Misty probably wouldn't understand him anyways.
"You're sweet… I wish you were mine…" Misty said, looking at Ash with shining eyes.
Ash's heart melted. I already am, Mist… you just don't know it yet… and I will probably never have the courage to tell you… for a long time…
Togepi annoyed Ash by interrupting the romantic (okay, it wasn't romantic as Misty was being entirely platonic, but it was as romantic as it could get for Ash) moment by trilling for attention, which Misty immediately bestowerd upon her.
Ash snuggled down in Misty's lap, content with her occasional petting, for a while.
Later, Misty asked him if he wanted to be her pokémon, and could she catch him with a pokéball… Ash, though inclined to say yes, sadly shook his head, hating himself for the way the light in her eyes was extinguished at his refusal. I can't Misty, because I'm not really a pokémon… but if I was, the answer would be a definite yes. And anyways… you already caught me… on a fishing line six years ago. Of course, he didn't say any of this to Misty, who probably wouldn't have understood him anyways.
"It's alright, if you don't want to…" she said sadly. "You probably are better off in the wild… I just thought, maybe – if you… nevermind…" Misty patted his head softly. Ash felt a guilty, sad feeling welling in his stomach, as he stared at an obviously disappointed Misty.
I'm sorry, Misty.
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At night, Ash watched Misty put Togepi to sleep, and kiss Pikachu goodnight (damn pokémon). She sat down inside her sleeping bag, Togepi's egg on her pillow. Pikachu was, thankfully in it's own lightning-bolt sleeping bag.
Misty looked at Ash, who stared back. She then patted the space next to her on the sleeping bag, invitingly.
Ash's heart skipped a beat, and the Butterfree in his stomach were now more like Politoeds, bouncing around madly.
Misty wants me to sleep with her!!! he screamed mentally, not immediately realising that Misty had no such intentions, and thought that he was nothing more than an innocent Pikachu.
However, even when Ash's dense brain managed to comprehend that bit of information, he could not refuse such an enticing offer, which he would probably never receive again in his life… or at least for the next few years.
So he immmediately bounded over to her sleeping bag, and squealed happily as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her face next to his. He was so… so close.
"G'night Pikachu…" Misty murmured, closing her gorgeous eyes.
Ash considered kissing her. Chikorita had kissed him once, it couldn't be that wrong… any anyways, Misty would probably find it cute. But then he decided against it, feeling too shy as he looked at her angelic face framed by locks of flaming hair. Her eyes were shut, and he could feel her gentle breathing.
I'm sleeping with Misty, was the last thought that drifted across his euphoric mind, before he fell asleep in her arms.