Chapter 7

Matt and Sissy were still resting at the riverside where they had been, both looking at the Pokeball in Matt's hand as the sun was beginning to set. He wasn't sure what to do from there.

"Should I let her out to make sure she's still breathing?" Matt asked Sissy half jokingly. Sissy looked at the Pokeball, still angry at the fight the Meowth had put up.

"You're the trainer." she responded harshly. "It's your choice. Just make sure she's under control."

Matt turned the Pokeball around to it's backside, switching the free will meter from Green to the notch Red-Green. He wanted to make sure she didn't try to go berserk, but felt it was wrong to completely control her. Afterward, he stared at the ball not sure how to actually release her. He looked at Sissy with an awkward smirk.

"I'm sorry," he told her, "I'm still new to all of this..."

Sissy shook her head with a sigh, pointing at the side of ball.

"On each side of the ball are be release buttons." she explained with a lack of enthusiasm. "Or you could just throw the ball on the ground if you'd like."

Matt followed her instructions by squeezing the buttons on both sides. The top of the Pokeball popped open with a red light shooting out of it. The red light created the form of the Meowth, soon with the red silhouette changing into the Meowth itself.

The Meowth was sitting on her butt looking like she had just been on a roller coaster that had been doing loops. Her eyes focused after she shook her head quickly to snap out of her dizzy spell. She looked at Matt and Sissy confused, hopping up to her feet. Her breasts once again bounced as she moved, making Matt a little distracted. Sissy saw the look in his eye, turning her head and crossing her arms with elegance, walking towards the river.

"Pig..." she muttered silently to herself. The Meowth glared at Matt as if she were going to kill him, raising her hand in the air preparing to strike.

"No." Matt told her sternly. Her hand stopped in mid air with the Meowth blinking innocently at him. "Now sit."

She tried to fight it, but ended up plopping on her butt. Matt forced himself not to look at her chest. He sat down in front of her as she gave him an evil glare.

"Meow-mow-Meowth." she said upset. Standing near the riverside once again, Sissy looked over her shoulder at Matt while she listened to the river flow.

"She says she hates you." Sissy clarified. Matt sighed and lowered his head.

"It's fine." he told the Meowth. "I'm used to being hated. Regardless, I'm your trainer now."

The Meowth crossed her arms, turning her head to the side with her nose raised high with a stubborn 'humph.' Matt reached into his backpack with the Meowth opening one eye to see what he was up to. He pulled out another sandwich and unwrapped it, extending it to her.

"Here." he told her. "You look hungry."

She turned her head to face him once again, gazing at the sandwich being offered to her. The Meowth slowly grabbed it with both hands and blinked at it, then looked back at Matt confused.

"That's what you wanted, right?" he asked her. She nodded slowly with her tail curling up beside her, unsure if it was alright for her to have it. Matt thought her reaction was adorable. "Go ahead." he told her with a laugh. "It's yours."

The Meowth gave him a large smile with her mouth opening wide. She shoved the entire sandwich in her mouth at once, gnawing on it fiercely as if she had never eaten before. Matt watched amazed as she swallowed with tears of satisfaction forming in her eyes. She quickly moved forward, jumping for Matt. She clung to him with a huge hug, squeezing against him tightly. He could feel her boobs pressed against his chest, beginning to blush a little with embarrassment.

"Meowwwth!" the Meowth purred as she hugged him immensely. Sissy watched as Matt was being hugged to death.

"She says she loves you." Sissy told him still standing by the river. Matt could hardly breathe as the Meowth started rubbing her face on Matt's neck.

"I like you too." Matt wheezed, "but can you please let go; I need air."

She did as she was told, looking at Matt with a happy grin. Her upper left canine tooth slightly stuck out past her lower lip, making her seem even more adorable. Her stomach roared with the Meowth's smile fading away as she held her stomach in pain. Matt reached into his backpack and more food. He pulled out another sandwich. The Meowth's face lit up again like a kid on Christmas morning. He unwrapped it and handed it to her. She snatched the sandwich and chowed down contently.

The entire time Sissy watched her eat, with her own stomach hurting from how empty it was. Matt looked over to Sissy, who quickly averted her eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" he asked her. "Mom packed plenty of food."

Sissy couldn't look at him in fear she would cave in and say yes.

"No, thank you." she told him while the Meowth continued to stuff her face.

Four more sandwiches and a small pack of dry noodles later, The Meowth was still eating. Matt watched her down the food he had given her. She was like a black hole with kitty ears. With crumbs on the fur around her mouth, she munched with glee. She happily chewed as she sat in front of Matt, now wearing his crimson-red jacket to cover herself, still in her hot-red panties.

"At least her outfit sorta matches." Matt chuckled. Sissy, who was still over by the riverside away from them, sitting near the water's edge. She saw the reflection of herself in the water. Even though she looked fine, the pain of hunger was still raging inside of her. Matt was worried about her, sensing something was wrong. It was no use asking however. He already knew she wouldn't tell him what was wrong. All she seemed to do was stare at the water, which was odd to him.

With the topic of elements on his mind, The light bulb in his head turned on.

"Hey, Sissy?" he said. She raised her head away from the water, but didn't turn as she sat there.

"Yes?"

"There are types of Pokemon, right? I mean, some are fire types and some are grass. Stuff like that."

Sissy's response time delayed do to her hunger, but she pretended it wasn't there as she rested her hands in her lap.

"You are correct." she told him. "I myself am a-"

"Fire type, right?" Matt finished. Sissy nodded her head.

"Again," she said faintly, "you are correct."

Matt started thinking back to his game knowledge of Pokemon while the Meowth busily stuffed her face.

"What else can you do besides normal attacks?" he asked Sissy. She finally turned to face him, unable to comprehend what he meant.

"I don't understand." she told him honestly.

"You said you were a fire type," Matt told her, "so don't you know how to shoot fire and stuff like that?"

Sissy seemed a little embarrassed, turning away from him again.

"Actually," she said staring into the water, "I don't know how. I've never learned how to use UMP."

"U-M-P?" Matt repeated. "I've never heard of it."

"It stands for Unexplainable and Miraculous Power." She explained with her stomach cramping up. "It's the nature of power that allows Pokemon to use special attacks."

In further explanation, UMP (Unexplainable and Miraculous Power) was discovered ages ago as people witnessed incredible feats done by Pokemon. Scientists still to this day try to understand how this is possible, like how a Growlthe can conjure flames or why Pikachu has the ability to harness electricity. Unable to find an explanation, some claim it to be the work of magic while others stand firmly on the foundation of science.

Matt sighed, looking over to Meowth.

"I don't suppose you heard something, did you?" he asked doubtfully. She looked at him still with crumbs on her face, shaking her head with her upper left tooth sticking out again as she smiled. Matt figured as much. He didn't even bother to ask Sissy. The Meowth scratched her neck while Matt thought to himself with his mind wandering.

"I wonder what I should name you." he said to her. She looked at him with her eyes closing from her cheeky grin.

"Merrowth." she said confidently. It took a second for Sissy to translate. She felt a little light headed.

"She says she already has a name." Sissy told him. "It's Emily."

The Meowth shook her head again with her smile turning into a frown.

"Meow-Murowth." The Meowth said as if to clarify something.

"Excuse me," Sissy said correcting herself. "it's apparently Emie, not Emily."

Matt looked at the Meowth intrigued.

"Emie, huh?" He watched as she nodded her head with her smile returning. "I've never heard of anyone named Emie before."

Emie puffed out her chest proudly as she tended to do trying to impress them. Matt's jacket wasn't zipped up all the way, relieving a slight amount of cleavage.

"Meow-MmmrRRowth" she told him with a mixture of elegance and grace. Sissy finally turned to both of with a frown on her face. She looked doubtful.

"She said 'only a princess can have such a pretty name.'" Sissy translated.

Matt was beginning to wonder if he had done something to her brain after he hit her in the face with that Pokeball, but considering she had claimed this before she was hit, it was clear it wasn't because of the blow to the head. Being naïve sounded more realistic.

"You... really think you're a princess?" Matt asked her. Emie looked at him like he was doubting her wisdom. She nodded with her chest once again puffed out. Questions filled Matt's head again, but considering Sissy had to translate and that it was starting to get late, he decided other more important business needed to be addressed. They needed to figure out what they were going to do for the night as the sun was nearly disappearing on the horizon.

"I say we rest here for tonight." he told everyone. "I only have one sleeping bag so you'll have to go back into your Pokeballs."

Sissy turned her head to him and gave him an evil look.

"I'm not going in my ball." she told him. The Meowth shook her head at Matt.

"Meowth-meow." she said shaking her head.

"She says she's doesn't wanna go in her ball either." Sissy told him. "She says that Pokeballs aren't meant for humans."

Matt looked at Emie as if she had a mental disorder.

"But you're a-" Matt stopped himself. It wasn't worth getting into. "Never mind. I'm not sure how this is going to work them. The sleeping bag is large enough for two bodies to sleep in, but I'm not sure I could fit three of us in there."

Sissy's face flashed red behind her fur.

"I'm not going to sleep with you!" she hollered. Matt jumped from the boom of her voice.

"I didn't say you had to," he told her, "it's just-"

"I'll sleep on the ground." Sissy told him with an attitude. Matt didn't know what to tell her. He wasn't going to force her to sleep in the same sleeping bag as him or force her to go into her ball, but he didn't want her to sleep on the ground. However, he really didn't have much say in the matter. He had learned even with some of her free will restrained, she was going to do what she pleased one way or another.

Matt felt Emie hug him from behind. Clearly she had no objection with her sleeping in the same sleeping bag as him. Even if she was clearly not on the right mental state of mind, she was at least loving. And a nice huger. Perhaps he was bias due to the fact that she had a tendency to press her boobs against him when she did so.

Within an hours time, the sun had finally set. The moon was full with it's reflection shinning off of the water just as the sun had down before. Matt had unraveled the sleeping bag, placing it on an even spot on the grass. He kicked out his shoes and got inside with Emie joining him cheerfully. She snuggled up next to him shamelessly. Matt told himself to stay mature about the situation, but it's easier said than done when you can feel a woman's body up against your own.

Sissy was still sitting beside the riverside, making Matt worry about her. He had never been the most perceptive person, but it was obvious that something was wrong. Leaving home for the first time with someone she disliked had it's toll on her. He felt sorry for Sissy. Perhaps he could send her home and rely on Emie?

"No," he thought to himself as he could hear Emie purring with her head on his shoulder. "as much as it might pain her, I need Sissy right now. I'd be a fool to trust my life in the hands of a delusional Meowth alone."

As adorable and sweet as she was towards him, he worried Emie was going to be more than he bargained for. Still, he felt sorry for what he was putting Sissy through. All he could do was hope she would learn to get along with him as time passed.

Matt felt Emie's leg cross over his body and stretching over one of her arms across his chest. As she cuddled up beside him innocently, he could feel her thigh right up against his privates. Every now and then she would adjust slightly, moving her leg and rub against him. Through some sheer miracle, he managed not to get an erection, but it was hard for him to fall asleep that night.