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.
Warning: Double Strength Lemon warning. If you don't know what a lemon is, or you're underage, turn away now.
Reef Island Adventures
Day 5
Misty awoke in Ash's arms. She gave herself a little pinch, to see if she was dreaming, then took stock of the situation. They were on Ash's futon and their clothes were still by the door. They had spent last night in a hot tub in each other's arms, and now it felt natural. She snuggled closer to him: She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest. As she entwined her legs with his, she listened to the beating of his heart. "Today is going to be a big day for you my love," she thought, "you better get your rest." With that thought Misty went back to sleep.
Ash dreamed of diving. He was swimming in a warm sea, looking for something. Then he spots a beautiful Corsola that was bigger and whiter than any Corsola he had ever seen. He swims after the Corsola but it swims away, always just out of reach, but never out of sight. The Corsola swims deeper into the sea and Ash follows. He feels the pressure on his body build. He is losing his breath.
Ash woke suddenly. He realized that he was not drowning and relaxed. The pressure he felt was Misty sleeping on his chest. In the dim light of dawn, he saw that her skin was the same color as the Corsola in his dreams. They were both naked, but that didn't bother him. He couldn't recall why it should bother him. The warmth and closeness of Misty's body felt great. He wrapped his arms around her and went back to sleep.
Misty awoke again. This time the rumble in her stomach and the pressure on her bladder couldn't be ignored. The sun was out and the cabin was well lit. She tried to untangle herself from his arms when Ash asked her, "Where are you going?"
"I have to go to the bathroom," she said as she stood up and went.
When she finished in the bathroom and returned, he was watching her. He pulled back the covers to reveal her spot and himself. "Are you coming back?" he asked. The hunger in her stomach was overwhelmed by the hunger in her heart. She quickly slid back under the covers, snuggling on Ash.
She didn't think she could go beyond snuggling, but was amazed with what she had. "Did you get a chance to talk to Master Tentaichi?" she asked him softly.
"Uh, huh," he acknowledged.
"About what?" she asked while idly exploring his pectoral with her finger.
"When he was a boy, he wanted to be a painter. He lost his sight in an accident and was sad that he couldn't paint. Then tried to become a sculptor, but found he was better at massage. Now he says that he sculpts flesh and spirits." Ash was giving Misty a gentle massage on her back, as she laid on top of him. "He said for massage you need 'touch, focus and strength'." Misty laid still as Ash explored her back.
Ash, after a time, continued the pillow talk, "He asked me to describe you, Misty. I said I didn't understand you most of the time, but that you were always there when I needed you." Misty hugged him. "He said I was very fortunate to have someone looking after me and that I would understand you in time." Ash recalled in his mind the master's words "'Women never reveal everything, but you have to be ready when they reveal something.'"
"What did the doctor talk about?" he ask after awhile.
Misty was determined to see this through. "She asked if we would be interested in helping her with her research today."
Misty hid her surprise to Ash's reply, "Do you want to help her with her research, Misty?"
"I think we could learn a lot from her."
"Sounds good to me," Ash said. His stomach rumbled loudly. "Can we have breakfast before we go?"
Misty undid her embrace and crawled out of Ash's bed. "Let's eat at the buffet then take the water taxi," she suggested. Ash got up to go to the bathroom, as Misty looked for her clothes. When Ash was out of sight, Misty checked her bag for the doctor's disk. "I don't know if I like the idea of being watched," she thought to herself, "But if this helps, then it's worth it." When Ash returned, Misty handed him his laundry, still wrapped.
She opened her own package and a bag of new clothes. She searched through her bags until she pulled out a new bra that fastened in the back. She put on her bra holding the ends open behind her back. She turned her back to Ash and asked, "Could you do me?" Ash, still naked, walked behind her and took the ends of the bra. "There is a hook on one side and a little loop on the other," she offered. After a few attempts Ash was successful. "Thank you," she said. Next she took out a new pair of pink, low cut panties. She bent over to put them on and gave Ash a clear view of her from behind. She put on her favorite tank top and shorts then secured the suspenders. He dressed in his typical, boxers, jeans and shirt. The weather was too warm for the jacket.
They put on their socks and shoes then walked to the lodge. Ash went straight to the buffet as Misty went to a phone and called Dr. Orchid.
"Good morning Misty, how was Ash?" the doctor slipped back into her innuendoes.
"The massage and hot tub helped," Misty replied. "I told him about your offer and he agreed. We are going to eat breakfast now."
There were some electronic noises followed by the doctor, "Okay, I'll have the water taxi at the dock in an hour. That should give you enough time to eat. Don't lose your nerve, Misty."
Misty thought about this and said, "Don't worry, we'll be there." Misty hung up the phone then returned the used diving equipment before heading to breakfast. She found Ash, who had a plate of food waiting for her. "I called the doctor; she'll have the water taxi at the dock to pick us up in 50 minutes." After an hour they were in a boat headed back to the lab.
The doctor greeted them at the dock. "Good morning you two," she beamed. "Sleep well?" The young couple nodded. "Great. It is always important to have fresh volunteers that won't go soft," she said with a wink to Misty before she added, "due to a lack of sleep."
"Before we begin, I need to have Dr. Joy run a few tests on you Ash, to see how you have changed since the last one." The doctor led them inside towards the infirmary. They entered the infirmary and Dr. Orchid pointed to a stack of fresh hospital scrubs, "Could you change before the doctor comes? I have to run some tests on Misty, so I'll see you soon in room 144." With that she shepherded Misty down the hall. When they were out of earshot, she asked Misty, "Did you bring the disk and may I use it?" Misty produced the disk and nodded. "Thank you. Now, are you ready to go all the way with this?" Misty nodded again, as they entered a room.
The room was similar to the monitor room they were in on the first day. There was also a small bathroom attached, without the mirrors. Once they were in the room, the doctor placed the disk in the computer. "You should change too," she said while pointing to the bathroom. "The sessions can get messy."
Misty entered the bathroom and changed into the hospital scrubs. When she returned, the doctor was busy issuing orders into a microphone. Upon seeing Misty, the doctor said, "Doctor Joy, could you please bring Ash to room 144?" She turned in her seat to Misty. "I'll do everything I can to help. So sit back and enjoy the ride."
After a small knock on the door, Ash came in the room. The doctor made herself busy, "Now then Ash, if I can have you sit there, thank you. Before we begin, do you realize that what we do here is strictly confidential? The procedures that we use are considered industrial secrets, and could be harmful if misused."
The couple said, "Yes."
"Thank you," the doctor replied. She produced two Pokeballs and released a pair of crescent shaped Pokemon. "These are Lunatone. They will provide the telepathic connection for our experiment. The connection will not be instantaneous, rather you will have a feeling of floating outside your body then into the Pokemon you see on the monitor. This transition will help your mind cope. When you are in the mind of the Pokemon, you will not be able to control its actions. Much like a dream, you can only observe their actions and their senses. The Lunatone are well trained and will break the connection if you are in any danger. Ready?"
After the couple nodded, the doctor turned their chairs around so each was facing their own monitor which lowered from the ceiling. Both monitors came to life and showed a Machoke. A Lunatone moved closer to each of them and glowed. Ash and Misty felt themselves floating through the monitor then into a Machoke. "Are you two okay?" came the doctor's voice from somewhere.
"I'm okay," said Misty.
"Wow!" said Ash. "How can I hear you doctor?"
"Your bodies, and your ears, are still in the room with me. Now then, describe what you are sensing."
"I can feel the grass under my feet. I see and smell all the beautiful flowers," said Misty.
Ash responded with, "My stomach is rumbling. My muscles are stiff. I see something moving, it's another Machoke. I feel my heart beating. My palms are damp."
Misty, not hearing Ash's response, continued, "I see another Machoke; my muscles tense. My heart beats faster. I feel the rock in my hand and I feel it being thrown."
"Ow!" yells Ash. In confused tones he said, "Ow? I felt something hit my head. Now I can't see anything."
Misty continued, "I see the other Machoke on the ground." Misty lets out a big sigh, in synch to the Machoke on the monitor. "The tension in my muscles goes away."
The doctor's voice called out, "I'm bringing you back now." With that said the couple feel themselves floating then move into their own bodies. Ash felt his head for the source of the sudden pain. "I'm sorry about your head Ash, I'm afraid that 'Brock' gets hit on the head too often."
"Brock?" the couple asked in unison.
"I nicknamed him Brock because he goes into a swoon around female Pokemon. Usually a female Machoke tests the male's strength by throwing rocks. Since Brock is in a swoon, he doesn't catch the rocks and takes one to the head." Then the doctor added, "Please don't tell the real Brock."
"I don't think it would help him if we did," commented Misty.
Ash determined that he didn't have head trauma. "Did we do okay?" he asked.
"That was good for a first attempt," praised the doctor. "When he recovers, I would like to try again. Next time, I'll have you go deeper." Misty could hear the wink in her words.
On the monitors they saw a grass Pokemon float over to the fallen Machoke and release a powder. The Machoke awoke and wandered off looking for food. "Let's go back," the doctor suggested.
Ash floated back into 'Brock'. His head was sore and his stomach growled. He saw a Machoke, different from the last one. Some sense told Ash that this was a rival. The rival Machoke picked a large boulder up and over its head. Ash soon found a similar rock and did the same thing. Soon Ash and the rival were tossing their rocks into the air and catching them. Feat for feat, Ash matched the rival in strength, until he sensed that he was being watched. He noticed another Machoke but this one didn't smell like a rival. The new one smelled of flowers and berries. Ash could feel her presence all over his body. She moved towards him in slow motion and he in turn moved towards her. She threw her hands out. He tossed aside his boulder then reached for her. A sharp blow to Ash's head went almost unnoticed. He was dimly aware of falling into a field of flowers before all was black.
The doctor's voice called him back to his body, "I'm sorry Ash: it looks like Brock got knocked out again."
Ash blinked then looked in the monitor at his former body. "I thought I was in a field of flowers," he said. "I smelled flowers and berries."
"Ash, I'm sending you into the other Machoke."
Ash again was floating above the scene. He floated into the former rival while it still held its boulder. He could see a rival knocked out on the ground then returned his focus to the newcomer. The newcomer had a second rock in her other hand, which she tossed up and down. Ash's muscles tightened then he audibly cracked some joints. He could smell her sweat. He could feel her muscles as she moved. He knew she threw the rock at him before it left her hand. He smiled as the rock came right to his face then smashed the rock to pieces with a Headbutt. Ash was amused and excited, then he tossed his boulder and it landed in front of her. She picked up the rock and tested the balance. Ash could taste the tension in her muscles. This boulder came suddenly towards him and a Headbutt was not an option. He braced himself and caught the rocky missile. Ash clutched the rock, while he tried to regain his sense of the female. She was on the other side of the rock, her muscles burned; the boulder exploded in his hands. As the dust settled, he could see her holding the stance of her punch.
Ash walked toward the female, while brushing off the debris. She met him halfway and took over the cleanup. She stood in front of him and picked gravel off his head. He could smell her sweat, her skin and her muscles. As she brushed the debris off his shoulders, his muscles flexed at her touch. She worked down his front as he stood transfixed. When she stood up, she wrapped her arms around him and brushed off his back. He could feel a new tension. A muscle between his legs began to stir. He could sense a tension between the female's legs. Ash reached behind and took the female's hands into his. They tested each other's strength as their hands, still clasped, moved to their sides.
Ash tried to meet the tension between her legs with his own. As the two rubbed each other, Ash felt his belt binding him. He could also tell that the female was also pained. They brought their hands to each other's belt. Ash looked in her eyes and saw himself. He looked at their belts and could feel both of their tensions. Every muscle of the pair was tense. Then with their breaths held, they unfastened each other. Ash's tension was at first relieved by the removal of his shorts, but then grew in intensity. The female dropped her shorts to the side while Ash did the same. They clasped their hands then continued to explore the tension between their legs.
The tension wasn't painful, in fact Ash found it enjoyable. Then he found it addictive. He could see his "penis" (the word just came into his mind). The female would grab it between her legs and squeeze. Ash tried forcing her legs open with his new muscle. They would tug and squeeze until his penis was as long and as thick as his forearm. As the female tried again to squeeze him between her legs, Ash lifted her off the ground with the strength of his new arm. The female loosed her grip with her legs then slid forward and back. Something wet came from between her legs and was being rubbed all over Ash's penis. As his penis got wetter it also started to bend upward.
When his penis was almost vertical, the female shifted position. She lifted herself up, then slid slowly back down. Ash watched his penis disappear into her hole, but could feel it even more than before. Their contest of strength resumed. The strength of her legs couldn't compare to the strength of her hole. Ash refused to back down. He focused all his energy into his new muscle. The female matched his move and started to buck. Ash countered by thrusting deeper. He could feel the last reserve of his strength coming. With one great thrust he shot his strength into her. As he felt the flowing "semen" ( again the word came to him ), flow into her, he tried pumping it along with his penis. He was met with her own strength flowing out. The two of them stood until all their strength was used then they collapsed to the ground together. Ash held the female close for warmth and slipped away into sleep.
He dreamed of flowers. "Flowers, Ash?" said a familiar voice. "Ash, you said that you smelled flowers and berries, correct?" The voice was the doctor's.
"Yes, Brock smelled and saw flowers," Ash tried to recall the dream. "Even after he was hit in the head, he saw flowers."
"Thank you Ash."
Ash was in a chair. His body was sweaty and spent. His stomach interrupted his train of thought.
"I'm sorry, Ash," the doctor's voice came from behind him. "You fell asleep and missed lunch."
"What?" replied Ash, trying to focus on the real.
"I think that you two have had enough for today. You should feel like you just woke from a very vivid dream. Your memories will seem vague. This is normal." The doctor offered him a bowl of noodles. Misty was in the other chair eating. The monitors were off and the Pokemon were gone. "You can cleanup in there. When you're ready to leave, I'll have someone take you back." Just before she left the room she asked, "Do you two need anything else?"
The couple just shook their heads, so the doctor left without another word.
After they ate for a while Ash asked, "How do you feel?"
Misty put her soup down and said, "I feel odd. I feel like this isn't my body. She told me that the feeling would pass." She took another bite of her noodles. "She also said that a massage could help clear our heads."
"We could schedule a massage for when we get back," he suggested.
She nodded in agreement and thought, "She probably already has."
After they bathed and dressed in their regular clothes, they found the doctor in the hall. "We liked your idea of the massage," Misty said, trying not to wink.
"Good," the doctor produced her cell phone, "I'll make reservations for you both. Enjoy."
The young couple staggered to the boat. After sleeping through the boat ride to the resort, they each made their way to the appropriate locker room. Each wrapped in a towel, they staggered into the shallow pool room. The master was waiting for them.
"Is that you Ash and Misty?"
"Yes sir."
"Doctor Orchid called ahead and asked for the Massage of Vigor. I have to agree with her prescription." The master waved to the pool, "Please." The couple dropped their towels and entered the pool. When he figured they had settled in, he produced his two Tentacruels.
Misty noticed that the massage was a little different than the last time. Master Tentaichi explained to her, "With the Massage of Vigor, the Tentacruel use a Haze attack to relieve your confusion. We then alternate between stronger Supersonic attacks and Haze."
The massage did work. Misty could feel that everywhere the Tentacruel touched, it tingled: A feeling of burning without heat; a feeling of electricity charging all her muscles. She was reintroduced to her own muscles and joints, and felt very pleased to meet them.
When the massage had finished, their bodies felt alive and hungry. They quickly showered and changed, then met for dinner. They ate heartily then bicycled back to the cabin. It was too late for swimming, so they decided to go to bed. Eventually they undressed and returned to the position that they shared that morning.
Thanks to the massage, their sense of touch was enhanced. Thanks also to the massage, they couldn't sleep. They tried to organize their thoughts of their session with Dr. Orchid.
"Did it hurt when your Machoke got hit on the head?" Misty asked first.
"I thought it did, so I guess it did. But I don't feel it now."
"Good," said Misty as she untangled an arm and touched Ash on the head. "I was a little worried when my Machoke threw the rock."
"Only a little?"
"It didn't feel like an attack. It felt like I was throwing a snowball: More to tease than to hurt."
Ash thought this over and said, "I guess to a Machoke, throwing rocks is fun."
"Except for 'Brock'," Misty giggled. "Were you 'Brock' the second time?"
"I was until he got knocked out. He thought in terms of flowers and pretty things."
"What happened after he got knocked out?"
"The doctor moved me to the other Machoke, the one that headbutted the rock."
Misty felt Ash's head again and asked, "Did it hurt?"
Ash concentrated on the dream then said, "A little, but he enjoyed the feeling."
"What else did he enjoy?" she asked.
Ash took Misty's hands into his and moved them down to their sides. "He enjoyed her strength and his own. He could feel what she felt. She wanted what he wanted."
Misty followed Ash's example and shifted herself in bed to mimic the Machokes. Then she said, "She wanted his strength. She wanted to feel his muscle inside of her." Misty found herself reenacting the pelvic rub.
Ash joined her as he said, "He wanted to work his new muscle and make it stronger." His own muscle was getting longer and harder. "It was like a loose tooth, he couldn't stop playing with it."
Misty was getting wet. She could feel it coming out, running down her lips and onto Ash's manhood. She continued to stoke Ash with her pussy until he was wet all over. From her dreams she said, "She couldn't get enough. Everything she did that felt good, she needed more of it."
"Misty?" Ash was looking in her eyes and saw himself. Misty slid forward enough so Ash could enter her.
"Ash, I want it."
"So do I."
Misty then slid back slowly. She let go of Ash's hands and aligned his penis to her hole. She took him in further then stopped. Ash noticed a look of pain on Misty's face. "Misty? What's ..."
"Sshh," she stopped him, "No more questions. No more doubts. I love you Ash." With that said she slid down hard and took in all of Ash that she could. She looked at Ash with tears in her eyes. His look of pleasure was changing to confusion. She gripped his manhood as hard as she could. Ash moaned his pleasure then flexed his own muscle inside her.
After flexing a dozen times, Misty started to slide back and forth. The pelvic rub was much better on the inside. Ash started to thrust into her. At first his thrusts were random, but soon he would thrust up as she slid down. "Yes!" Misty cried as they worked together. They found their pleasure building with each thrust. Misty pumped a little faster. "Oh, Yes!" she cried when Ash found her rhythm. Misty held him with all her strength. "Ash!" she screamed as the surf in her pussy crashed onto his manhood. As she enjoyed every sensation in herself, Ash followed and filled her. He focused all of his strength into pumping his semen. They both collapsed as their love-making gushed out of her pussy. Misty held herself against her lover. She could feel his manhood soften, and enjoyed the moment like a sunset.
When Ash recovered enough strength to speak, he asked, "Was that a 'mating ritual'?"
"It's called 'love making', 'had sex' or 'fucked'," she said while trying to sleep.
"'Fucked?'" Ash was puzzled, "I thought 'fuck' was something a person said when they were mad after losing to me."
"Maybe they were wishing for you to fuck me, instead of training your Pokemon," Misty giggled.
Ash chuckled a reply, "Should I jump up, pose and say, 'I fucked Misty!'?"
"Don't you dare." She squeezed his penis for emphasis.
Ash surrendered, "Besides, I don't think anyone would hear me." Misty, in her triumph, snuggled into his arms and went back to sleeping. "Misty, I can't sleep. I feel all sticky. I need a bath."
"I'll join you." Then she slowly lifted herself off of Ash and let his soft penis fall out.
They went into the bath and rinsed themselves. As Ash was about to lather himself, Misty sat on the short stool and said, "Do me." Ash removed her hair tie and washed her hair. After rinsing her hair, he washed her arms and back. With a smile on her face, she leaned back to let Ash wash her front. He lathered her neck then moved to her breasts. "Be gentle with them," she pleaded, and he was. He fondled every part of her breasts with his soapy hands. As she directed him with her moans, Ash pinched and twisted her nipples.
Ash knelt beside Misty to lather her tummy and legs. "Wait," she ordered. She lifted her leg over Ash then spread her legs apart. After spreading the soap from her breasts to her flat tummy she said, "Now you can do the rest." Ash, with soap in each hand lathered her legs. He never took his eyes off her pussy. He moved the lather from her legs to her small patch of red hair. Again, Misty directed him with her moans, "Oh yes! Right there, mmm!" She could fell the beginning of another orgasm. She took the soap from Ash then pulled him up. She lathered his manhood, making him harder with every stroke. When his penis was hard enough, she pushed it into her pussy. She grabbed Ash by the hips and motioned him to pump her. She played with her clit, desperate for another orgasm. "Faster!" she cried. Ash clutched her hips and pumped her pussy faster. "Oh, Yes!" she cried. "Oh, faster! Yes. Yes, faster! Faster! Faster! Yes! Yes! YES!!" Misty bucked her hips as she came. Ash tried to hold on and kept pumping her.
Misty leaned forward, hugged Ash then slowed him to a stop. "Misty?" he whined. Misty kissed him then stood up. Ash stood with her, keeping his member in her.
Misty slowly took Ash out of her and held his penis tight in one hand. She turned around and bent over at the waist. She put his manhood back inside. "Enjoy," she said as she braced herself. Ash started pumping her, but now he varied his rhythm. He would plunge in deep and fast then pull back slow. He grabbed Misty's hips and quickened his pace. The sound of his thighs slapping her ass echoed like the applause in a stadium. His seed was fighting to be free. He thrust himself as deep as he could go and pumped her full of semen. He leaned onto Misty and held her as he focused on one more shot of cum.
When Ash was finally still, Misty pulled away then helped him onto the stool. Ash leaned against the wall for support. "You can't go to bed like that, you're all sweaty," she teased. She took the soap and lathered his arms, his chest and his washboard abs. She lathered his left leg. She worked from his feet to his thigh, squeezing as she went up, pumping his blood back to his not-so-hidden machine. Then she worked his right leg the same way. She stroked his legs several times, before she stood up and rinsed him off.
"Oh silly me," she giggled, "I missed a spot." She spread out Ash's legs and knelt between them. She took a lot of lather in her hands and gently fondled his balls. Ash moaned his approval. She tried to make his penis harder by pulling it and the lather towards her. When her efforts were successful she stood up, put his legs together, and sat on his lap, facing him. She held his penis against her body then lathered it and her pussy. They both moaned their pleasure.
Ash tried to lift Misty up. "I need more, please," he pleaded. Misty stood up and put Ash in her hole. She continued to play with her clit as she bounced up and down on him. Ash grabbed her waist and helped to lift her. They could feel each other getting closer to another orgasm. Misty pressed down hard, and Ash held her there when they came. They started to buck as Ash shot another load into Misty's pussy.
Misty wrapped her arms behind Ash's neck as she pressed her chest into his. "Oh no. Now I'm all sweaty again," she teased.
"Maybe we should get in the tub instead," Ash suggested.
"It's worth a shot," Misty said with a wink.
Author's note: Read and review please. This chapter is about halfway through the story.