Ash's Adventure: Girls' Hunter Edition!

by SedaCassie

After thoroughly humiliating himself by oversleeping and missing out on his chance to get a starter Pokemon, Ash runs away from his town to be alone in his shame and misery. However, through a series in mishaps, misunderstanding, errors, tragedies, coincidences, and pure dumb luck, he ends up thrust into his adventure regardless, just...not in the manner he had anticipated.

9. Trainin' the Trainers!

Trainin' the Trainers!

Prologue…

It was just supposed to have been a regular training session. Go fight some wild Pokemon, gain a little experience, strengthen the bond between PokeGirl and trainer, that sort of thing. No one could have anticipated the horror show it would become.

"Okay, Sally! You've got 'im on the ropes! Now, use high jump kick!"

There were four of them: three humans, and one Pokemon. The humans were all young women, one of them shouting commands, one of them eagerly obeying, and one lazily lounging over a sun-warmed boulder, watching the whole thing in amusement.

The one shouting orders was named Violet. At twenty years old, she had a sort of mousy, bookish appearance, with a dark purple skirt over black leggings and a shapeless black sweater hiding her figure. Her dark hair was straight and just barely touched her shoulders, and was held back by a red headband, and she wore a large pair of glasses over her freckled face, giving her a bit of an owlish look. At a look one might assume that she was shy, demure, and easily frightened. Those who made those assumptions tended to be quickly corrected.

The energetic lass she was shouting orders at was young, only having turned sixteen a month ago, making her just within the legal age to be caught. She was small and petite, with light brown hair flowing down her back and a slender figure. She was wearing what once had been a school uniform, though it had been altered to better suit a PokeGirl, with the shirt having been cut away to bare her midriff and her arms, and it was held closed only by a single button. Her skirt, which had once covered all of her thighs at least, now barely cleared her hips, and even when she was merely walking it would quickly become apparent that she wasn't wearing underwear.

Her white stockings, which came up to just below her knee, were unharmed, though.

At her trainer's command, Sally took a running start and leapt into the air. She singled in on her target, a dazed Sandshrew that was still reeling from her last attack, and launched herself at it, fists clenched at her sides, one legs stretched out and her meager skirt fluttering freely around her naked waist.

Sally had come across Violet about a week ago and had immediately challenged her to a battle. As she only had a single Poliwag that she had picked up that same day, had not been the least bit disappointed about losing, and had since ranted at length about her failing grades and how her parents were on the verge of disowning her, Violet had gotten the impression that Sally hadn't seen much of an academic future for herself and had felt that becoming a PokeGirl was a rational career choice. At least then she got super powers, no homework, and regular orgasms.

Janessa, the third woman, was the eldest, a tall, blonde beauty of twenty-seven years. She was a very lucky catch for Violet, as she had the look of a supermodel, with a pair of very lovely legs that her tight black pants accentuated rather than hid, honey-gold curls that were perfectly coifed at all times, piercing green eyes, and an impressive bust that was barely covered by the dark blue bikini top she wore. She had draped herself over a nearby stone to watch her junior's performance.

Unlike Sally, Janessa had actually been trying to win when she had challenged Violet about six months prior. She had been wanting a PokeGirl of her own to play with for some time, and felt that the cute little nerd that had strolled into town would do nicely. This…hadn't worked out like she had planned, but she had since come to terms with her new life. After all, there was still plenty of playing.

Also, she could shoot balls of ice from her hands and call down hail. That was a definite plus.

The Pokemon was a large, mean-looking blue and yellow reptile with a large, toothy mouth and a row of red spines going down the back of its head like a mohawk, a Croconaw. Violet had raised it from a Totodile, ever since she had first left Fuschia City over a year prior. It was standing next to where Janessa was lounging, also watching the newest member of their party get brought into fighting shape.

Sally's foot hit the Sandshrew right between the eyes, knocking it flying. It bounced and rolled its way through the grass before coming to a rest flat on its back, limbs and tail spread, unfocused eyes staring at the sky, completely senseless.

"Yes!" Violet cheered, pumping her arm. "Got it!"

As for Sally, she had also fallen flat on her back, though that was from exhilaration rather than any damage she had taken. She panted heavily, her small bust rapidly rising and falling as she gasped and giggled in happiness.

Then, still on her back, she thrust both fists into the sky. "WOOHOO!" she cried. "Did you see that? Did you see it fly?"

"I did!" Violet said encouragingly. She was so proud of her new friend, and so happy to have met her. Obedient PokeGirls were, of course, awesome, but ones that clearly loved what they were doing and had fun with it were just the best. "Way to go!"

"Yeah, great going, kid," Janessa said. "You're really getting the hang of this!"

"Croco!" rumbled Croconaw.

Behind them, where the leafy border of the Viridian Forest rose up, came the sound of shuffling. They all ignored it, dismissing it as the wind.

Sally bunched up her legs and thrust them out, kipping right up to her feet. "Cool!" she said. "I can do that jumping straight up from lying down thing!" She took a few wobbling steps but managed to keep her balance.

"Yeah, it's real neat, isn't it?" Janessa said as Sally tried to stumble her way to the rest of the group. "One minute you have a hard time opening a bag of potato chips, and the next you're flipping cars and-"

"Cro-"

"-yeah, what it said." She glanced over to where Croconaw was standing. "I'm just gonna assume that was…"

Her voice trailed off. Croconaw was gone.

"Uh…Vi-Vi?" Janessa said, sitting up.

Violet was helping Sally take a seat and giving her a water bottle. "Yeah?"

"Where'd Croccy go?" The hairs on the back of Janessa's neck were standing up. Something felt very wrong. "I swear it was right-"

Croconaw's limp body slammed into the ground right in the middle of them.

All three women leapt to their feet with cries of alarm. Croconaw was nearly unconscious, its face a mass of bruises.

"Croccy!" Violet cried as she rushed in to help her first Pokemon. "What happened? What?"

"Wait!" Janessa held up a hand in warning. There was something wrapped around Croconaw's neck, something that looked like a yellowish-green rope, one that stretched out from its limp body over to the trees and-

Then the rope curved up, lifting Croconaw with it. It was then that they all realized that it was not a rope at all, but a vine.

The vine slammed down once again, this time unwrapping itself from Croconaw's neck and slithering away. Croconaw lay perfectly still.

"Shit!" Janessa whirled around, frost collecting around her fists. Behind her, Violet was crouching over Croconaw's unconscious form, while Sally held her fists in front of her, her eyes fearfully darting back and forth.

"Come on, come on," Janessa muttered as she scanned their surroundings for any sign of their assailant. "Where are-"

Then something wrapped around her ankle.

Over by Croconaw, Violet was anxiously looking her oldest friend over, praying that it was okay. Fortunately it was still breathing, but whatever had hit it had done so hard enough to get through its incredibly thick skull, and had done so in a matter of seconds!

Then she heard a scream.

Janessa had fallen to the ground and was struggling with the vine that had gotten her by the leg. She tried to kick it off, tried to shoot it off with blasts of ice, but it writhed and twisted around, deftly avoiding all of her attacks.

Then two more vines rose up from the grass, curving around like a pair of Arboks ready to strike, and lunged forward. They seized Janessa by the waist, hooking the waistline of her pants. A swift yank, and they were pulled down to her knees. Another yank, and they were gone.

"Janny!" Sally cried, and rushed forward to help. But as she did, yet another vine appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around both of her legs and pinning them together. With a cry of fear and surprise she fell.

Petrified by fear, Violet stared in horror as a vine wrapped around Janessa's wrists and ankles and held her down while another grabbed onto her bikini top and pulled it right off, causing her breasts to bounce free.

"Help!" Janessa screamed. "Violet, help me!"

Shaken out her stupor, Violet rose to her feet. "Hang on!" she said, pulling out Ponyta and Tauros's pokeballs. "I'll get you-"

She didn't get to so much as expand them.

A sharp crack, and Ponyta's pokeball was sent flying from her hand, leaving her with stinging fingers. A snap, and Tauros was knocked from her hands.

Before Violet could process what had happen, something long, thin, and fast came whipping through the air, right at her face.

The next thing Violet knew, she was lying on her side, staring off at nothing. Her eyes were refusing to focus, and her thoughts kept spinning. Where was she? Was she in a Pokemon battle? Had an attack gone stray and hit her by mistake?

Squeezing her eyes shut, she violently shook her head to clear the cobwebs. Right, right, some crazy vine monster was attacking her and her friends, and she needed to help him. Once she felt that she had managed to refocus her thoughts, she opened her eyes again.

What she saw was horrible beyond anything she could have imagined.

Janessa was lying limp, either asleep or unconscious, her body now fully wrapped up by green vines. As Violet stared in horror, the vines retracted, dragging Janessa into the shadows of Viridian Forest.

"Vi-Vi!" she heard Sally scream. "Please! Help!"

Sally was pinned down much like Janessa had been. A vine was snaking up between her legs, beneath her skirt, up her stomach to curl around the front of her shirt. It pulled up, and her shirt and skirt were both torn open.

As Sally continued to struggle, the vines holding her suddenly released a cloud of noxious blue smoke. She shuddered once, and then her eyes rolled back and closed, her whole body going limp.

The vines then encased her just like they had Janessa and dragged her off.

"No," Violet gasped as she struggled to get to her feet. If she could just get to her feet, she could recover her pokeballs where they had been knocked away from her. If she could do that, she could summon help, she could stop this from happening, she could save them.

Then came the whistling sound again, and caught just the briefest of glimpses of a vine whipping right for her head again.

When Violet came to, it was too late. Her stuff was still where she had left it, Croconaw only just coming to as well, Ponta and Tauros's pokeballs still where they had fallen.

But Janessa and Sally were both gone, swallowed up by the forest.

It was too late. She had failed.

…

Everyone had a completely different reaction to the introduction of what seemed to be Ash's old friend, Yellow.

Ash himself did not look pleased with the situation. Actually, he looked like he would much rather be anywhere else, and was burying his face in one while the other was clenched into a fist at his side.

May was gawking openly, her eyes flitting from Yellow's grinning face to Ash's exasperated expression, the wheels clearly turning in her head as she processed multiple possible explanations at once.

Nidoran and Yellow's Pikachu stood across from each other, watching the humans interact with mirrored expressions of puzzlement, clearly not sure what to make of their larger companions' reactions.

And Misty was just staring stone-faced right at Ash, her flashing green eyes burrowing holes into his head.

It was a tense situation, one that nobody was really sure how to address.

Finally May lifted her fist to her mouth, coughed loudly, and said, "So…Ash! You're the only one who seems to know everyone here. Why don't you introduce us all?"

In answer, Ash dropped his hand, stared pleadingly skyward, and silently muttered what appeared to be a prayer for salvation. But then he sighed and said, "Okay, fine. Misty? May? This is Yellow. And she is-"

"His ex-girlfriend!" Yellow exclaimed, throwing her arms around Ash's bicep.

Misty and May's jaw dropped in perfect synchronization.

Ash pushed Yellow off of him. "That was in the first grade, it doesn't count!"

Yellow balled up her fists and planted them on her hips. "It did too count!"

"No, it did not! Besides, you dumped me for Gary in the second grade!"

"Wait, she did what now?" Misty said flatly.

"Oh yeah, I did," Yellow said, thoughtfully tapping her lower lip. "You were pretty mad about that."

A vein of pure frustration was making itself visible right over Ash's left eye. "Was I now," Ash said. It clearly was not a question. "You don't say."

"But I dumped him in the third grade for Leaf!"

"Who?" May said.

"That doesn't make it better!" Ash snapped. "And you dumped Leaf in the fourth grade for Red! You went through our entire group!"

May raised her hand. "Does anyone else feel like they're coming across season twelve of a long-running sitcom or something?"

"Boy, and I thought my sisters' love lives were complicated," Misty remarked, her own ire now being replaced with confusion and no small amount of curiosity.

"Well, Red dumped me earlier this year to go out with Leaf, so I don't know what you're complaining about," Yellow said as she sulkily folded her arms.

Ash folded his arms as well. "Well, maybe that just proves that Red's the smart one!"

"Oh, like we didn't already know that." Then Yellow looked Ash up and down, her left eyebrow quirked.

Ash moved back. "What?"

"How come you didn't start dating Gary?" Yellow demanded.

May snorted loudly.

"What?" Ash said, his voice rising to a cracking squeak. "Dating…Gary?"

"Well, Red and Leaf started dating after they dated me. And I dated you two first, so it only makes sense. Besides, you guys spent so much time together that I honestly thought that you were dating for a while."

"Are you serious? Why would I want to go out with that backstabbing jerk in the first place? He's done nothing but pick on me for the last couple of years!"

Yellow just shrugged. "Everyone has their own way of flirting."

Snickering, May leaned in close to Misty. "I'm starting to like this girl," she whispered.

Misty shot her a frosty look.

Ash, however, wasn't as charmed as May was. "Well, forget that! Even if I liked boys, there's no way I'd ever go out with that jerk!"

"You used to be best friends!"

"Yeah, but that was before he turned into a jerk!"

Yellow made a face. "I liked it better when you guys weren't fighting. It was more fun."

"Blame him, not me! It's not like you did anything to help!"

Yellow sighed. "I hate how screwed up things got. Hey, did you know that he, Leaf, and Gary were the other three to get starters from Professor Oak? It was like a big reunion!"

Ash froze. "Wait, they did?"

"Yup! Gary got his first, because of course he did, but Red was right after him, and he got the Charmander! And Leaf got the Bulbasaur!" Yellow then knelt down to affectionately squish her Pikachu's cheeks with her hands. "And I got this little handsome guy here, didn't I, Chuey? Yes I did!"

"Pika!" Chuey chirped happily.

"Did you know that Professor Oak warned me that Chuey had an attitude problem? What rubbish! All it took was a little patience and kindness, and now we're best friends!" Then Yellow glanced over her shoulder at Ash. "Though I was really surprised that you weren't there, Ash. After hearing you go on and on, I would've thought that you'd be the first one there!"

"I…" Ash's shoulders slumped. "I overslept," he muttered.

"Oh." Yellow went back to stroking Chuey. "Well, that was really dumb."

"I know that! You think I don't know that? Because I clearly know-"

Seeing that Misty, May, and Nidoran were all staring at his uncharacteristic outburst of anger, Ash cut himself off. He inhaled deeply, sucking in air through his clenched teeth, and then slowly let it out.

"Ahem," he said, clearing his throat. "Well, it worked out anyway. I'm a trainer now too!"

"You are?" Scooping Chuey up into her arms, Yellow bounded up and rushed back to Ash. "Oh, lemme see your starter!"

Ash smirked. "As you wish." He stepped back, and with a ringleader's flourish, swept his hands down in a grand gesture. "Yellow? Meet…Nidoran!"

Nidoran tilted its head to one side. "Nido?"

"Oh, great choice!" Yellow exclaimed. "Where'd you get it?"

"I caught it!" Ash said, proudly thumping his chest. "Like a proper trainer should!"

"Yeah, but he had some help," May muttered.

Still bundled up in Yellow's arms, Chuey started down at Nidoran, who stared right back. Then the little Pikachu squirmed out of his trainer's grasp to go bounding over to the purple poison-type.

"Pikachu?" Chuey said, raising one ear and lowering the other.

"Nidoran?" came the response.

Then Chuey reached out with one paw and poked Nidoran's horn.

Nidoran stiffened in shock at the breach of etiquette. Then it bristled.

"NIDORAN!"

"PIKA!"

The two Pokemon were now face-to-face, both of them scowling, Nidoran's spines glistening with poison, while sparks flew out of Chuey's cheeks to crackle all over its body.

Then a sneakered foot slammed down in between them.

The two squabbling Pokemon leapt back in surprise. Then they both looked up to see Misty glowering down at them, her arms folded, a crackling yellow aura surging around her, her eyes glowing the same sparking color.

Misty locked eyes with the two of them and slowly shook her head.

The two Pokemon both ran the numbers in their heads and came to the same conclusion: angering the giant electric girl would probably be poor discretion on their part, and thoroughly chastised, the each retreated back to the safety of their trainers, though not before shooting one last glare at one from across Misty's foot. Still, it had gotten them to stop quarreling.

However, their trainers were not quite so dissuaded.

"Hey, what's the big idea!" Ash snapped, stepping in front of the disgruntled Nidoran and spreading his arms wide. "Your little rat just tried to pick a fight!"

"Chuey is not a rat!" Yellow snapped back as she scooped Chuey up into her arms. "And it was just being friendly!"

"Friendly? That wasn't friendly! That was-"

"Ahem!" Misty coughed.

Ash and Yellow both turned toward the increasingly irritated PokeGirls.

"Sorry to break up this ex's quarrel," Misty said. "But, uh, we're still here, you know."

"Oh, right," Ash sighed. "Yellow, these are my new friends. Um, the one with the red hair is Misty, and the one with the bandanna is May. I met them the other day on the road, and now we're traveling together!"

"Oh, hiiiiiiiii!" Yellow sang, all of her irritation suddenly replaced by joyful exuberance.

"Uh, yo," May said with a halfhearted wave. Misty just nodded.

"So are you two trainers too?" Yellow said. If she picked up at all on the coldness being directed toward her, she didn't show it.

"Uh, me? No," May said. She tilted her head toward Misty. "Her? Yes."

"Huh." Yellow then walked up to Misty and leaned in close. Clearly uncomfortable with the violation of her personal space, Misty grimaced and drew away from her.

"Er, could you not?" Misty said. "I mean, I don't really know you, so-"

"You smell like sex!" Yellow exclaimed.

May had to slap both hands over her mouth to keep from bursting into raucous laughter.

Ash's jaw dropped open. "…eeeeeee…" he squeaked, the blood draining from his face.

Misty, however, wasn't fazed. "Yeah," she said. "That's because I've been masturbating."

Ash's squeak turned into a choking sound of strangulation.

"Oh, you have?" Yellow said, clasping her hands in excitement. "I've always wanted to try it, but no one would show me how! Can you teach me?"

That was too much for May. "BWAHAHAHA!" she guffawed, falling to her knees and slamming her fist into the ground in hysterics. "Okay, you know what? I didn't know what to make of you, but man, I think I like you!"

"Aw, thank you!" Yellow beamed.

Misty shot May a venomous look. "Traitor," she hissed.

Ash looked from Yellow, to May, and then to Misty with bleak eyes. It would seem that May had been spot-on about his luck, and if being humiliated in front of his entire hometown, screwed over by Alexander, attacked by Spearows, caught in a storm, nearly getting Misty killed, and attacked and almost killed by Team Rocket had been what he had to endure to be able to start his adventure with Misty and May, and if those repeated Pokemon hunting failures from the day before had been what he needed to endure in order to catch Nidoran, then whatever karmic reward was waiting for him for having Yellow just dropped into his life better be absolutely fantastic.

…

Things got no less uncomfortable back at camp, at least for half the group.

Ash and Misty glumly sat side-by-side, their hands on their knees, staring down at the ground as May chatted with Yellow like old friends, May enthusiastically pumping Yellow for every bit of information she could about Ash.

"So did you ever kiss?" May said. "If so, how good was he? Oh, did you use tongue? How did he taste?"

Yellow giggled. "No, silly! Of course not! We were in the first grade! I didn't even know what kissing even was until I was with Leaf!"

"And Leaf is a girl, right?"

"Right! I liked it; it was fun!"

"Oh, I know, right? Girls are just so pretty, and kissing them is so much fun! Right, Misty?"

Misty groaned and buried her face in her palms.

"Oh, you've kissed?" Yellow said. "That's so sweet! Have you kissed Ash yet?"

"Nope, not yet! But we've got all of Kanto to get through, so we have plenty of time."

"Ooooh!" Yellow squealed. "So bold!"

Ash merely blinked. "Kill me," he muttered. "Right now. Something kill me, please. Nidoran, could you please poison me? Be a pal?"

Nidoran looked at him in concern.

"So how did you all meet?" Yellow said, stretching her legs out in front of her. "Because I don't think I've ever seen either one of you around Pallet Town!"

"Oh, we're not from around here," May said. "But it went a little something like this: first Misty saved Ash's life, then Ash saved Misty's life, then I saved Ash's life, then Ash saved my life, and now we're friends!"

"Probably not for much longer if she keeps this up," Misty muttered so only Ash could hear.

"Can't you…just put her back into her human ball?" Ash muttered back.

"That's so sweet!" Yellow exclaimed, clasping her hands against her cheek. "But it doesn't surprise me that Ash needed so much saving. He's just so helpless!"

"Hey, I am not!"

"Hmmm." Yellow primly pulled out a canteen and sipped from it with all the gravity of a snooty old lady sipping from a cup of tea. "Remember the time you went chasing Krabbies down the river but ended up getting swept away and we spent all afternoon looking for you and when we found you were stuck between two branches of a fallen log?"

Ash's face burned. All of that was true, but…

"Also, you had somehow lost your trunks, so the first thing any of us saw was your naked butt sticking into the air?"

May started cackling again. "Are you serious? Oh, please tell me you took pictures! I need to see pictures!"

"Yeah, uh, well…I fought off Team Rocket!" Ash blurted out.

Yellow stopped snickering. "Uh, huh?"

"It's true! I was at the Viridian City PokeCenter when they attacked us! They blew their way through the roof and tried to kidnap us!"

"No, they were trying to kidnap me and Misty and Nurse Joy," May said. "I'm pretty sure they wanted to kill you."

"Well, that just makes it more dangerous! And I still fought them off and got us away!"

"Hey, what's this 'you' fought them off business? I'm the one who took out that Sableye, Meowth, Raticate, and Ekans! And I had to do that last one twice."

"Yeah, well, I took out the Houndour and both of the Grunts! We all worked together to beat them! And I don't even-"

Misty stealthily kicked the side of her foot against Ash's ankle. Realizing how close he had come to blowing May's status as a PokeGirl, Ash shut up.

Fortunately, Yellow didn't seem to have noticed the slip. "Wow," she said, her eyes shining. "Wow! Is that why the PokeCenter was all wrecked and surrounded by police?"

"Pretty much!" May said.

"That sounds terrifying!"

"It was!" May slammed her fist into her own palm. "But it was awesome!"

"Cool! Maybe Ash isn't so hopeless as a trainer after all!"

Ash made a sound like a muffled teakettle.

"Oh, he didn't use Pokemon," May said casually. "He didn't have Nidoran yet. He had to beat them off…beat them off, hehe…with his bare fists and fire extinguishers!"

"Oh, wow, then he must've just caught Nidoran really recently!"

"Yesterday!"

Yellow grinned. "Then you're a little bitty baby trainer, Ash!"

"I…well…so are you! You only got your starter two days ago!"

"Yeah, but I'm already building up a team! Look!" Yellow pulled out a pair of pokeballs and then sent them spinning.

Out of them materialized two very different Pokemon, one a large bird with a rather fancy plumage and the other something that looked like an overgrown string bean. With eyes.

Ash blanched. A Pidgeotto and a Metapod? Two second tier evolutions? Already?

"Pi-Pi over there tried to pick a fight with Chuey, so Chuey zapped it and I caught it!" Yellow declared, throwing one arm around the large bird's neck. The Pidgeotto looked a little embarrassed by the show of affection but tolerated it. "And I caught Stringy when it was a little baby Caterpie!" She looped her other arm around the Metapod and pulled it right off the ground to cuddle. "But it helped save me from a bunch of angry Beedrills, so it evolved into a Metapod! Isn't that cool?"

May whistled through her teeth. "Damn, girl! You have been busy!"

"A trainer's work is never done!" Yellow recalled her two other Pokemon and put the pokeballs away. "What about you, Ash? What else have you caught?"

Ash sighed. "Nothing yet," he muttered.

"Why not?"

"I…Mind your own business! I've been busy! Besides, I just got Nidoran! I need to take some time and train it a little first!"

Nidoran loud a proud snort and nodded its head in a show of solidarity.

"You can only train one Pokemon at a time?" Yellow said. "Why? Wouldn't it be smarter to have them spar with one another and learn teamwork?"

Ash…hadn't thought of that.

"I mean, it only makes sense," Yellow added with a shrug.

At her side, her Pikachu started snickering.

Seeing this, Nidoran growled.

The Pikachu yawned in response. Then it got up, turned around, and smacked its rear at Nidoran.

That did it.

Snarling, Nidoran leapt at the smug Pikachu, eyes flashing with malice.

"Hey!" Ash threw himself on Nidoran, pinning it to the ground. "What did I say? No fighting!"

Nidoran growled and struggled to free itself so it could get at the mocking rodent.

"Ash," Misty said flatly. "Just put it back into its pokeball."

Oh. Right.

"Sorry, buddy," Ash muttered as he pulled out Nidoran's pokeball and pointed it at the cranky Pokemon. "But now's not the time!"

Nidoran dissolved and was sucked up into the small metal sphere.

"You really ought to train it better," Yellow remarked. "It shouldn't be misbehaving like that."

Panting, Ash pushed himself up onto his elbows to glower at her. "Oh, don't give me that! Your Pikachu was the one who started it!"

"Oh, Chuey wouldn't do something like that!" Yellow said, gathering the stupid little rat into her arms and nuzzling its face. "It's much too polite!"

Chuey returned the happy cuddle, but when Yellow's eyes were closed, it smugly locked eyes with Ash and smirked.

Right. That was enough.

Ash stood up abruptly and walked off.

"Ash?" Yellow said, sounding honestly bewildered. Which, knowing Yellow, she probably was. "What's wrong?"

"Hey, where are you going?" May called after him, the singsong flow of her voice telling him that she knew exactly why he was leaving and was enjoying it far too much.

"Somewhere else!" Ash snapped over his shoulder. "Anywhere else!"

As he stomped off, he heard May laughing.

Oh, this was just the worst. At least when May teased him, he had a good chance of seeing her naked. But now that Yellow was joining in, it was just infuriating!

Ash kept walking into the forest until he was out of earshot of the camp so he wouldn't have to listen to the two of them making fun of him.

Sighing, he plopped down on a rock

This was just the worst. Why was his luck so bad? Part of the reason he had wanted to be a trainer so badly was to get away from all that, to start anew and be his own man without having to worry about that bunch ever again.

But here Yellow was, back again and ticking him off like she always did, and acting like nothing was wrong even though she knew darned well what she did-

Then he heard footsteps crunching through the leaves. Looking up, he saw Misty walking toward him, her backpack slung over one shoulder, the look on her face as flat as his own.

The two stared wordlessly at each other for a moment, each conveying their shared exasperation with their respective friends. Then Misty sighed and sat down against a tree, one shapely leg stretched out on the ground with the other drawn up.

"So," she said after a bit. "May has made…a friend."

"Yup," Ash said.

"May has found a kindred spirit."

"She did," Ash agreed.

"Who so happens to be your ex."

Ash winced. "She's not my ex! First grade doesn't count!"

"Yellow doesn't seem to think so."

"Yeah, well, Yellow thinks a lot of things!"

"Hmmm. And she dates a lot of people. Including Gary."

Ash buried his face in his hands with a groan.

"So…is that why everything went sour with you two?"

"Who?" Ash muttered around his hands. "Me and Yellow, or me and Gary?"

"Either/or."

"Then no! Gary was still nice then, and Yellow was just being…Yellow. Gary only got mean when Yellow was 'dating' Leaf!" Ash removed his hands from his face to make quotation marks in the air. "And Yellow only got really annoying when she broke up with Leaf and started dating Red!"

"She does seem to get around," Misty remarked. "I hope May doesn't end up adopting her or anything."

…

"Uh…" Yellow said as Misty stomped off, grabbing up a blue backpack as she went. "Are you…okay? Where are you going?" When Misty ignored her, Yellow turned to May. "Where's she going? Is she going after Ash? Is she mad? Is Ash mad?"

"Aw, don't worry about them," May said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "They'll be fine. Let them sulk."

Yellow still looked worried. "Okay, but…"

"In fact, now that they're gone, we can do something really special!"

Her brow furrowing, Yellow tilted her head in confusion.

"You wanted someone to teach you how to masturbate, right?" May pounded her own chest with her fist. "Well, I'm your girl!"

At this, Yellow lit up. "Oh, really? You'll do that for me?"

"Sure! I mean, masturbating's one of life's universal pleasures. Everyone ought to learn how!"

"Oh, thank you! That's very considerate of you!"

May beamed. Misty had once sarcastically referred to her as a corrupting presence, someone who would pervert everyone around her until they were just as deviant as she was.

It was a badge that she wore with pride.

"Okay, let's get started then! And the first thing you're going to need to do is take off your pants."

…

"Oh, please tell me Yellow's not coming with us," Ash said, his tone pleading.

Misty shrugged. "It's your adventure, so that's up to you. But I don't know her, and you do. If she wanted to follow, would we be able to stop her?"

Ash blinked.

And then he groaned loudly. "Oh, no," he said, burying his face in his hands.

"So…Ash?" Misty said after a bit.

"What?" he said without raising his head.

"Why…do you hate Yellow so much? I mean, sure, she's kind of…"

"Annoying?"

"Well, I was going to say 'excitable.'"

Sighing, Ash straightened up. "I don't hate her, it's just that she doesn't know when to stop! She's always pushing her nose where it doesn't belong, never backs off when you tell her to, and you can't trust her with anything, because the second she learns anything embarrassing about you, she'll immediately blab to everyone else. And the worst part, she never understands when you tell her what she did wrong, it's infuriating!"

…

"My pants?"

"Yeah, like this!" May said, hitching up her skirt to hook her thumbs into the waist of her bike shorts. She pushed them down to her knees, wriggling them a bit to get them around her butt. Then she sat down on the log and spread her legs.

Across from her, Yellow copied her the best she could, pulling up the flaps of her tunic and pulling down her pants. Moments later her panties came down as well, and, with a somewhat nervous smile, opened her legs as well, letting May get a good look at her cute little snatch. May hummed in appreciation. It was a lovely shade of pink with long, thin lips that nestled quite nicely between Yellow's thighs.

"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice," she purred.

Yellow grinned. Unlike Ash, she seemed to have a complete lack of shame: not due to any sort of exhibitionist tendencies or having an inherently degenerate nature like May did, she just seemed like the kind who didn't know what embarrassment even was, which was actually pretty adorable. "Thanks!" she said, beaming.

"Okay, so, next you're going to take your fingers like this," May said, laying a hand on her own moistening sex. "And since you've never done this before, we're going to take things real slow."

…

"All right, fine!" Misty suddenly straightened up. "I'm not going to just stand around doing nothing. Ash, let Nidoran out and let's go."

"Wait, huh?" Ash said as he stood up. "Where are we going?"

Misty was already stomping toward the field. "Just because I'm having a bad day doesn't mean everyone has to! You wanted me to teach you Pokemon training, right? So let's get started with that!"

Ash's eyes popped wide open. "Wait, you mean it? All right!"

He hastily pulled out Nidoran's pokeball and summoned up the little poisonous creature. Nidoran materialized, still bristling and ready to fight. But when, from its perspective, its surroundings abruptly shifted, it stiffened and looked around in confusion.

Then it looked up at Ash and, seemingly putting two and two together, let out a disgruntled sigh.

"Sorry," Ash said, and he meant it. He really would have rather let Nidoran beat that smug rat senseless. "But I couldn't let you get into a fight."

Nidoran huffed in contempt.

"Well, tell you what: Misty is going to help us train, and the next time that dumb Pikachu tries to pick a fight, you'll be ready to kick its zig-zag butt! How's that sound?"

At this, Nidoran's ears immediately perked up, and its lips parted in a slow, almost sadistic smile.

"That's the spirit!" Ash waved it on. "Let's go!"

He hurried to catch up with Misty, Nidoran bounding along right at his heels.

The two followed Misty out until they were deep into the tall grass. "All right," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "Now, I've been watching you."

Though he knew what she meant, Ash still blushed a little at the insinuation. "Oh, uh, y-yeah?"

"Uh-huh! And you've already learned most of the basics, right?"

Ash knelt down to scratch behind Nidoran's ears. "Oh yeah! I spent a whole month at Trainer's Camp a couple years ago, and I've been reading every manual I can get my hands on!"

"Great, that's make things easier!" Then Misty frowned, and started thoughtfully rubbing her chin. "Or maybe not, since it makes it hard to figure out where to start…"

"Well, I…"

Then Misty snapped her fingers. "I know! Okay, so we'll figure out the gaps in what you need to know as we go along, but today, we're going to focus on one of the most basic but most important things every good trainer needs to master!"

Now this was what Ash was talking about! "All right!" he said, straightening up and snapping off a soldier's salute. "What is it?"

"Grinding!"

Ash…blinked.

Grinding? As if in…

His gaze involuntarily slid down Misty's body to center on her denim-covered groin. He could picture it unclothed quite easily in his head, as he now knew what it looked like underneath. And hadn't she just said that she had been masturbating recently? Because if so…

"Huh?" Misty tilted her head in confusion. "Ash, what are-" Then she noticed where he was staring.

"Wait, no!" Realizing what he was thinking, Misty burst out laughing. "No, you perverted idiot! Not that kind of grinding!"

Embarrassed more at the insult than at how openly he had been leering, Ash stumbled back a bit. "Well, hey!" he protested. "What am I supposed to think then?"

"Hmmm, let me see…" Misty said, sarcastically placing a hand on her hip and tapping her other hand to her lower lip as she stared off into the distance. "Maybe, I don't know, experience grinding? You know, the thing that virtually every trainer spends at least sixty percent of their time doing?"

Oh. Uh, well then. That did make sense. "Right," Ash said, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. "I knew that."

"Suuuuuuure you did," Misty drawled. "Sheesh, and I thought the kids in Hoenn were way too horny." Then she got a distinctive sly look in her eye. Clasping her hands behind her back, she leaned forward to smirk at Ash. "But nothing says we explore some of that other type of grinding later on."

Ash inhaled sharply. "R-Really?"

In answer, Misty reached up to tug at the collar of her shirt, giving Ash a good look of what was underneath. "Why should May have all the fun?"

On the one hand, Ash felt that he ought to be annoyed that Misty was shamelessly teasing him again, but on the other, he was also incredibly relieved that it had started back up again. It meant that she was feeling better.

Plus, well, nipples…

"Okay then!" Misty declared, abruptly straightening up first. "Let's get started!"

Now all kinds of hot and bothered, Ash shook himself out of his stupor. Then he glanced down.

Nidoran was looking up at him, one ear raised with the other lowered, projecting the same vibes that a human's raised eyebrow might.

"Oh, what are you looking at?" Ash said grumpily. Sighing, he started after Misty. "Come on."

…

"May," Yellow gasped. She was starting to shake, her upper body hunching over as her hand worked her sex faster and faster. "May! It feels…it feels…"

"That's it," May whispered as her fingers expertly worked her own pussy, stoking the flames that were always burning deep inside her, encouraging them out with practiced strokes and thrusts. "You're doing good. Just keep it going, and then…"

Yellow let out an adorable squeaking moan and suddenly stiffened, with nothing moving save for the shaking of her hips. Then with a soft groan she slumped down and fell to her side, hand still squeezed between her legs.

At the edge of the camp, Chuey tilted its head to one side, clearly puzzled by the strange ritual being engaged in by the humans. "Picha?" it inquired.

May handled cumming with considerably more grace than Yellow. She merely hummed in satisfaction as the fires finally erupted and surged from her sex outward, following their well-trodden paths. Simple masturbation didn't really do it for her like it used to, but hey, she was a seasoned teacher instructing her pupil. It would serve.

Withdrawing her hand, she casually licked off the glistening strands as she looked Yellow over. "Aw, baby's first orgasm!" she said in approval. Standing up, she walked over to kneel next to Yellow's trembling form. "You did good, sport!" she said as she affectionately stroked Yellow's bangs. "How you feeling?"

"I…I…" Yellow breathed out a long and shaky breath. "Wow!"

"I know, right?"

"That was…wow. That was intense!"

"And it's not over yet!"

Yellow managed to raise her head to squint blearily at May. "Huh?"

Then a canteen hit her in the chest, knocking her back. "Eep!"

"Drink up!" May said. "Gotta stay hydrated. Because once you're recovered, we're moving onto stage two!"

Shaken, Yellow struggled to untwist the canteens cap with trembling fingers. "Wh-What's stage two?"

In answer, May curled her fingers into claws. "Same thing as before, only this time I'll be doing it to you!"

…

Truthfully, Misty actually wasn't feeling all the much better. But she was trying to change her perspective.

True, working herself into an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm had helped, but that still didn't change the fact that she had ended up as an electric-type PokeGirl, the most effective counter to her typing of choice. That didn't change the fact that her two signature Pokemon had outright rejected her. That didn't change the fact that her life as she had known it was effectively over.

But the arrival of Ash's old flame had changed things. The poor guy had left his hometown only two days ago, and he had first May and now Yellow throwing themselves at him: the seductive older girl and the childhood friend both. And while she trusted May at least to wait her turn (for…the most part), she got no such guarantee with Yellow, whom May was now actively corrupting. She wouldn't be surprised if they got back to find Yellow waiting naked in Ash's tent with her arms bound over her head and May's ball gag in her mouth.

And that rankled. Because while she really would rather have not been caught by Ash, she was still his PokeGirl, which also made him hers. Not May, not Yellow, hers: Misty freaking Waterflower. Being caught had cost her a great deal, leaving her with very little, but she did have this.

And she would be damned before she let some hopped-up little shrimp of a weirdo take what was hers.

"Okay," Misty said. "Now, you looked like you were getting a pretty good idea of what Nidoran can and can't do when the two of you were playing, right?"

Ash nodded. "Oh, yeah! And it may not really be that high of a level right now, but it can do plenty!"

"Great! Show me."

Ash turned toward his first Pokemon. "Okay, Nidoran!" he ordered, dramatically thrusting a finger toward a nearby patch of grass. "Show her…tackle!"

Nidoran hunkered down, waggled its hindquarters, and charged, all four stubby little legs pounding the ground. It then threw its body at the grass patch, hitting it with its shoulder and sailing right through.

"Great job! Now…leer!"

Nidoran pivoted on its right legs to whirl sharply around. It's eyes suddenly flared bright yellow, and a sharp, high-pitched whine filled the air.

"Huh, May knows that one too," Misty remarked.

Ash winced. "Yeah, I…noticed."

"I bet you did," Misty smirked.

"Shut up. Um…Nidoran! Double kick!"

The yellow glow faded, and Nidoran once again threw itself at the grass patch. However, this time it abruptly turned its body to one side mid-charge to snap out one hind leg in a sharp kick. It than rolled over its back and lashed out with the other hind leg as it came up.

"Fury attack!"

Nidoran hunkered back again. Then it thrust its head forward over and over again in quick succession, stabbing at the grass with its horn. "Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni-Ni!" it chattered angrily.

"And finally…poison sting!"

Nidoran paused for just a second, and the tip of its horn suddenly darkened into a deeper shade of purple, one that was almost black.

"Ni-do-ran!"

Nidoran jabbed at the grass patch one last time with emphasis, the tip of its horn piercing several leaves at once.

The grass patch shivered once. And the whole thing simply shriveled up and collapsed.

"Hmph!" Nidoran turned and walked away, but not before kicking a contemptuous hind leg at the vanquished botanical menace.

"All right, that's great!" Misty cheered. "You really got a handle on the savage little guy!"

"Eh, what can I say?" Ash said as he proudly folded his arms with a smug smile. "We just formed an instant connection!"

Misty looked the smirking boy up and down. Then, with a smirk of her own, she stealthily approached him from behind.

Before Ash knew what was happening, Misty suddenly threw her arms over his shoulders and let them dangle down his front. "Oh, did you, huh?" she said, leaning in close, pressing her warm cheek against his. "And you're all about making those connections, aren't you, Ash?"

As expected, all of Ash's boastful bravado melted away in an instant, and he went stiff, hopefully all over. "Uh…" he said nervously. "I g-guess?"

Idly dragging a fingertip in a circle over Ash's chest, Misty murmured into his ear, "So, let's see how strong and, um…" Her right leg rose up between Ash's legs to press up against his crotch. "…firm those connections are." Certainly some very specific parts of him were already firm, if the way they were hardening against her knee was any indication.

Ash sighed. "Misty…" he said through gritted teeth. "You're doing it again!"

"Whaaaaaat?" Misty said, putting on an innocent face. "What are you talking about? I'm just showing you the basics of, um, training!"

With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, Ash wriggled out of Misty's arms. "Pokemon training! Let's focus on the Pokemon training!"

Shaking his head, Ash headed deeper into the field. After a pause Nidoran imitated his head shake and followed. Misty snickered as they went. She might not be nearly as bad as May, but she had to admit, the teasing was fun!

Then, as she watched them walk off together, her smile wavered.

Ash had caught Nidoran only yesterday, and already they were the best of friends. Staryu and Starmie had been her companions for over three years, and one involuntary change, and they had turned their backs on her.

Wow.

"Hey, Misty?" Ash called over his shoulder. "You coming?"

"Uh…y-yeah!" Mist said, forcing her smile back. She jogged after them. "Hang on!"

…

Honestly, May had always been kind of a perverted weirdo, even before becoming a PokeGirl. She supposed that it came from growing up around her dad's gym and watching the trainers come in to challenge him. And sure, the Pokemon on Pokemon battles were fun and exciting, but it was the PokeGirls she always looked forward to seeing.

She had loved watching their beautiful, naked bodies writhe and twist as they did battle against Dad's team, from the jiggling of their breasts to how their pussies would start to glisten with arousal as the thrill of battle turned them on. She loved the ones with the shapely curves, the small and cute ones, the tall and regal ones, and the ones with sculpted muscle. She loved the ones just barely old enough to be caught to the older and more mature ones. She loved the ones with long flowing hair, the ones who cut it short, the ones with more outrageous styles, and even the ones with fully shaved heads. She loved their ferocity in battle, their power, their determination, and even their fear. Win or lose, whether they would overcome Dad's team and stand tall in triumph or would get beaten unconscious, there was always something about both the victors and the losers that May found ever so arousing.

But the best ones were the PokeGirl on PokeGirl battles.

Dad had two PokeGirls on his team, both of them in their early twenties, and both of them dead sexy. Lyra was shorter brunette with an ass to die for, while Kris was an teal-haired stunner with legs for days and abs that May dreamed of grating her face on. Growing up, May hadn't gotten to see much of them, as Dad hadn't allowed them in the house, perhaps under the hopes that the fewer naked girls around, the less likely his kids were turn out, well, like May had turned out.

That had probably been a mistake, as if they had been around from the beginning May wouldn't have considered it to be a big deal. As it was, the very first time she had been allowed to accompany Dad to his job, the first time she had seen the two gorgeous ladies he had serving him and the things they would do to the gorgeous ladies that trainers brought to challenge him, it had been nothing short of a premature sexual awakening.

From there she had been doomed. She visited the gym as often as she could, telling Dad that she only wanted to follow in his footsteps. She gathered every tape of PokeGirl battles she could find, the dirtier the better.

And the more she learned, the worst it got, and the hornier she got. She got to know her own body exceptionally well, finding all sorts of creative ways to pleasure herself. And when Misty had become her lover, well, from there it had been off to the races.

Of course becoming a PokeGirl had only made things worse. Her libido had more than doubled as a result, and now she was horny pretty much constantly. Sure, Misty was often more than willing to help her with that, but that only went so far, so she had to become pretty creative and experimental to keep herself satisfied.

And while she had no regrets whatsoever for allowing herself to be caught, it did rankle that her age meant that she had to keep what she was under wraps, which meant her opportunities to share her knowledge was pretty limited. Sure, she had Misty, but that had long evolved from a tutelage into a partnership. As for Ash, well, a promise was a promise, and it might be a while before she could really show that boy a good time.

Which was why someone like Yellow was such an Arceus-send: a bright, young thing with a lot of curiosity and absolutely no shame whatsoever. May knew that Ash didn't like her and Misty found her off-putting, so Yellow probably wasn't going to be around for long. Which meant she intended to make use of every second she had with her new pupil.

"Okay, now sit your cute little butt down right here," May said, patting the log next to her. Still pantsless, Yellow complied, jogging over and sitting right next to the equally bottomless May, looking attentively up at the older girl.

"Good girl," May said with a smile, and affectionately mussed Yellow's hair, making her giggle.

"Okay, now we take off our clothes," May said.

Yellow blinked. "Uh, all of them?"

"All of them," May confirmed. "You want the full experience, right?"

"Right!"

"Great!" Seizing the nub of her zipper, May yanked it all the way down in one go, letting her shirt fall open. "Then let's get naked!"

"Okay!"

Yellow reached behind her head to seize the back of her tunic and yanked it off all in one go.

May looked her over. She was a cute little thing, obviously a late bloomer, but that only served to make her more adorable, with a round, elfin face and a skinny little figure. May could see the shapes of her ribs against her undeveloped chest, and her arms and limbs were almost sticklike.

That only served to arouse May even more. This was pure, unspoiled territory, just waiting to be explored.

"So cuuuuuuute," she purred, a salacious smile spreading across her face.

"Thank you!" Yellow said cheerily. "And you're really pretty too!"

It truly was a tragedy that Yellow had been kept from May for so long, just as it was outright bizarre that Ash seemed to want nothing to do with little golden treasure.

"Okay, now, I'm going to be slow and gentle here," May said, draping an arm over Yellow's bony shoulders. "But I'm going to need you to follow my instructions, all right?"

"Got it!"

"Good girl." May's hand lowered down over Yellow's smooth chest, to take her tiny pink nipple between her fingers. She reached her other hand between Yellow's legs to cup her moist, glistening sex.

Yellow's eyelids fluttered, and she let out a soft, mewling gasp.

"Feels good, I know," May said, her fingers kneading the folds of Yellow's labia, while her thumb gently massaged the top of her slit, coaxing her tiny little clitoris out. "Now just relax."

Her head bobbing up and down in ecstasy, Yellow managed another short nod.

As she continued to play with Yellow's childish sex, May gently drew her in closer, bringing her into a tender cuddle.

"You're, uh, you're very warm," Yellow murmured.

"In more ways than one!" May's hand slid up and down Yellow's side. "Now, brace yourself."

"Huh? What for-Oh!"

In one swift motion, May scooped Yellow up and placed the little girl sideways in her own lap, so that she was cradling Yellow's back with one hand while Yellow's legs stuck out the other side.

"What?" Blinking, Yellow looked up at May in questioning.

May grinned down at her. "Like I said. Relax." Her free hand slid back down between Yellow's legs. "It only gets better from here."

…

"Okay, now, as you probably know, the more experienced your Pokemon are at fighting, the stronger they get, the more moves they can learn, and quicker they can evolve," Misty told Ash. "So it's important to make sure they get a lot of experience battling!"

"Well, sure," Ash said. "I mean, obviously. That's what the League is all about."

"Right! But while the best way to gain experience is by battling other trainers, the fact of the matter is that when you're out in the wilds, there's not always other trainers around to battle, so you gotta make due in other ways." Misty pointed out at the field. "Mainly, by finding and battling wild Pokemon!"

Ash, who had been nodding along with everything she had been saying, suddenly froze. "Wait, really? Just…find wild Pokemon, attack them, and beat them?"

"Exactly! Don't worry, they live for this sort of thing."

"But do I capture them after?"

"Nope! I mean, you can if you want to, but it's better to not to, else you'll just have a lot of low level Pokemon filling up your party. It's better to just catch a few that you train well and can give attention to than grab a whole bunch that you'll never have time for."

Ash frowned. "But…you're saying I just find wild Pokemon, have Nidoran beat them unconscious, and just leave them?"

"Basically!"

When Ash continued to stare, Misty reassured him, "Ash, don't worry about it! Wild Pokemon are beating each other senseless all the time! It's like their way of passing the time!" She turned toward the little purple subject of discussion. "Right, Nido?"

Nidoran looked up at her, its eyes gleaming bright. A…disturbingly humanlike chuckle emitted from its mouth. "Ni-hi-hi-hi-doran!"

"See?" Misty said. "It's part of their natural culture! After all, how else do you think wild Pokemon evolve?"

Ash still looked a little bothered, but he seemed to be coming around. "Well, I guess you have a point." He glanced down at Nidoran. "So, I guess you're okay with attacking your former neighbors and beating the snot out of them, huh?"

Nidoran laughed again, and deeper this time. "Nidoran!"

"Wow," Ash blinked. "I, uh, guess you've got some grudges you want settled."

At this, Nidoran shook its head. "Ni! Nidoran!"

"Huh?"

Sitting upright in its hind legs, Nidoran stretched out its forepaws and started clawing at the air. "Dori! Nidori! Nidorin!"

In a flash of understanding Misty got what it was trying to communicate. "Oh! You want to evolve!"

Nidoran bounced up and down in excitement. "Nidori!"

"Oh, I get it!" Ash said. Then he shrugged. "Well, if you're okay with it, then I guess it's fine."

"One thing though!" Misty said, holding up a finger. "We don't have a PokeCenter to fall back on, and only so many potions! So we can't overdo it, and we can't go after another too big!"

"Right! That's a good point! We'll just fight a few battles today, then. Enough to get into the swing of things!"

Nidoran sighed in disappointment. "Nidiri," it mumbled, and made it sound like a curse.

…

As promised, it did get better. For both of them.

Yellow was like putty in May's hands. As May stroked, teased, kneaded, and massaged her cute little cunt, Yellow curled her arms against her chest, scrunched up her toes, and made just the cutest little moans, sighs, and squeaks. She was trembling all over, helpless against May's ministrations.

"Feels great, doesn't it?" May murmured into Yellow's ear. She rolled her thumb over the little bud of Yellow's clit, while using her index finger and pinky to unveil Yellow's dripping hot insides, parting her lower lips like a curtain. "I mean, sure, doing to yourself is tons of fun, but having someone else do it for you? Just…surrendering control and allowing them to use you however they want? I can go fast, I can go slow, I can stick how many fingers I want into you and you just gotta let me. Makes it all the more thrilling, right?" She ran her other hand down the length of Yellow's ponytail, squeezing the golden strands, before picking up the end. Bringing it to her own chest, May brushed it over her breast, tickling the nipple.

Biting down on her lower lip, Yellow could only manage a brief nod.

"I thought so. For example, if I were to do this…"

She stuck her middle finger right into Yellow's sopping wet core.

May didn't go far, only up to the first knuckle. It was the kid's first time, after all. But Yellow reacted just the same, throwing her head back with a strangled gasp of shock while her whole body went stiff, her vaginal muscles contracting hard around May's finger, squeezing it like a vice.

"…you just have to take it, because…Uh, Yellow?"

Yellow's body had begun to buck, her shoulders jerking while she squeaked helplessly.

And then May's palm flooded with warmth.

May blinked. Then she giggled. "Done already? From just that?"

Yellow's mouth was moving, but she didn't seem to be able to say anything. But slowly, gradually her muscles began to loosen, and she collapsed against May, panting from exertion.

"S-Sorry," she managed to whisper.

"It's fine!" May withdrew her hand and admired the glistening strands. That was two firsts, Misty and Yellow's, that belonged solely to her. She ran her tongue over her fingers, slurping the juices up. "We're breaking fresh ground here. In time you'll be able to last longer."

"S-Sounds g-great," Yellow whispered. "In t-time."

Though she remained seated in May's lap, Yellow slowly swung her legs around until they were both facing forward. She leaned over, hands on her knees, and just breathed in and out, collecting herself the best she could.

May helpfully rubbed her shoulders and neck. "It's real intense, I know."

"Yeah. But it just feels so good! You know, I always wondered what all the fuss was about!"

"And now you know!" May reached one hand around to again pinch one of Yellow's nipples. "You know something, Yellow? You're a lot of fun."

"Thank you! So are you!"

"Darned tootin' I am!" Then May frowned, wondering if she ought to broach the subject currently on her mind. It was a little personal, but she did kind of want to keep Yellow around, and for that to happen there were a few points that she needed to know the details of. "Soooo, hey, if yah don't mind me asking, why is Ash getting all weird around you?"

"Aw, he's just like that," Yellow said dismissively. "It's fine."

May quirked an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Sure I'm sure! He's just…" Yellow's voice trailed off.

May waited for Yellow to continue, and when she didn't, she prompted, "He's just what?"

Yellow sighed. "Weeelllll, I guess things have been kind of awkward between us for a while. He got mad at me a couple years ago, and never really got over it."

…

"Double-Kick, Nidoran! Finish it off!"

Its focus zeroed in on the dazed and wounded Ratata, Nidoran lowered its head and charged. "Ni-Ni-Ni-Do-Ran!"

It pivoted at exactly the right time to deliver a stunning kick to the side of the Ratata's face. Its chubby white cheek collapsing in on impact.

A roll, a turn, and before the Ratata even had time to fall over, another kick slammed into its other cheek.

Completely spun around, the Ratata somehow managed to stand straight up. It took a single, wobbling step and promptly fell right onto its chin, its eyes spinning spirals.

Nidoran snorted in derision.

"Great job!" Ash said, pumping his arm. "That's four wins, and they barely got a sniff off of you!"

Nidoran beamed at the praise, at least as much a small, poisonous, purple rodent-thing could beam.

Misty clapped her hands. "Well done, both of you! You guys are really getting the hang of this!"

Nidoran beamed again, and this time Ash joined it.

Then Misty looked up to the sky. "Still, we should probably head back. May and your ex will probably be wondering what's taking us so long."

Ash made a face. "Do we have to? I mean, we haven't even found that mystery Pokemon yet!"

Misty blinked. "I'm sorry, what mystery Pokemon?"

"I dunno," Ash said with a shrug. "But something's been following me ever since we left Viridian City. I can never get a good look at it, I just hear it shuffling around whenever I'm alone."

At this, Misty frowned. "And you never thought to mention this until now?"

"I didn't think it was serious! I figured it's just some curious Pokemon. Still, I do kinda want to see what kind it is."

Misty hoped that that was true. The last thing she needed was yet another complication. "Well, we can look I guess, but something tells me that the reason you don't want to go back has less to do with that and more to do with who's at camp right now."

At this, Ash got a sour look.

"Hmmm." Misty intently studied Ash's face. "You really don't want to be around her, do you?"

"No, I do not!"

"Wow." Misty had to admit, she was getting kind of curious. "Care to tell me why?"

In answer, Ash just sulkily folded his arms and turned away.

"Huh." Misty thought for a moment. Well, it looked like Yellow wasn't going to be much competition after all. Sure, she might have been outright throwing herself at Ash, but it was clear that Ash wanted none of that.

Something had happened between them, something big.

And Misty now really wanted to know what it was.

But probing him would probably only get him to withdraw further, closing up like a shy Cloyster. She would have to draw out the information through other means.

And right then was when she got an idea.

"Well, okay," Misty said with a shrug. "We don't have to go back right now." She made a show of looking thoughtfully off into the distance while tapping her lower lip. "Hmmm, but what to do?"

Then she snapped her fingers. "Hey, I got it!"

"Huh?" Ash tilted his head. "What?"

Misty pointed out over the field. "The lake's not far from here. So why don't we go for a swim?"

"A swim?" Ash's face softened. "Well, I guess it is kind of hot today…"

"Great!" Misty grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "Let's go!"

"W-Wait!" Ash cried as he was hauled along.

"Hmmm?" Misty looked over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I left home without packing anything, remember? I don't have a swimsuit!"

"You don't?" Then Misty smirked and shrugged. "Oh well, that's not a problem. Neither do I."

Which…wasn't true. She had a couple packed away in her stuff. But she wasn't about to tell him that.

"Huh?" Then the confusion on Ash's face melted away, to be replaced with blushing realization and a rather silly smile. "Oh. Oh! Uh, okay. Are you s-sure?"

Rolling her eyes, Misty tugged on his hand again. "Come on!"

Ash recalled Nidoran back into its pokeball, and the two children ran through the field toward the lake, both of them simmering with anticipation. Misty especially could feel the excited flutters building, and she could only imagine how Ash was feeling.

Well, soon enough he was going to be feeling her.

But then they paused. Someone was already there, sitting on the shore of the lake.

There were two of them, a young man and a young woman, both looking to be in their late teens. The man had short-cropped red hair and a red beard, and his skin looked…unnaturally tanned. He was wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and was sitting on a towel with his legs drawn up, staring balefully out at the lake.

The woman had long teal hair and was quite shapely, with her ample bust straining at the white string bikini she was wearing. She had a tube of some kind of pale yellow lotion in her hands, which she was squirting into her hands and rubbing onto the man's shoulders. He seemed to be in some form of pain, judging by the way he was wincing.

Actually, Misty knew exactly what she was rubbing on him. It was a special antibiotic cream for when you were accidentally burned by Pokemon. Apparently this guy was a trainer who had recently suffered an accident.

"Oh, crap," Ash muttered.

"What?"

"I know those guys. I mean, me and May accidentally walked in on them having sex in the forest, and they got mad, and that PokeGirl tried to electrocute us, but she ended up zapping him instead."

Misty was straining very hard to keep from laughing. "Oh, uh, well. I mean, I'm sure it was-"

"Through his penis."

Misty blinked. Then her head whipped around to stare at Ash. "Huh?"

Wincing, Ash shrugged. "Well, she's also an electric-type, and he was still, um, you know, still inside her when she got mad at us and charged up. And me and May were already running away, but we did hear him scream."

Misty blinked again. Then her face contorted, and air escaped through her nose in a chugging whistle.

"Knock it off, they'll hear you!" Ash grabbed Misty by the arm and pulled her out of sight, behind a boulder. Misty clapped both hands over her mouth as nose as she struggled to keep from bursting into hysterics.

Once they were out of sight, Misty snorted in barely restrained laughter while Ash just rolled his eyes.

"It's not that funny," he said.

"I disagree! It's very funny!"

"You got electrocuted too! You know what it feels like!"

"Then I'm allowed to laugh at other people who get themselves zapped! Besides, I got zapped trying to save some helpless schmuck from getting pecked to death! He got zapped…Ash?"

Ash had apparently stopped listening, and was now peeking out from behind the rock. Misty blinked, and then rose up to look out as well.

What she saw made her sigh.

The man was now leaning back on one elbow, his other hand resting on the PokeGirl's breast, rubbing it through her bikini. She was idly undoing the laces of his swim trunks and pulled the Velcro open.

His stiff erection popped right out. And sure enough, it was a shade darker than even the rest of the toasted trainer.

Misty made a face at seeing yet another man's ugly penis, but then she glanced over to Ash.

Ash was staring hard, his eyes unblinking, his mouth hanging slightly open.

The PokeGirl squirted more lotion into her palm and gently ran it up and down the singed shaft. The trainer winced, but let her do her work.

Then they locked eyes, and though no words seemed to be said, the trainer nodded.

In one fluid movement, the PokeGirl pressed both hands to the tops of her bountiful breasts and slid them down, pushing her bikini top off and letting her breasts pop free. Then she stood up and stepped over her trainer's rod. She reached down and pushed her bikini bottom aside, letting him slide right into her.

With a soft groan, her trainer gripped her by her thighs and began pumping her up and down, even though he was flinching with pain with every thrust.

Misty sighed. The guy had literally gotten his dumbass electrocuted the day before by doing that, and already he was at it again before he was even fully healed. Sometimes she felt that PokeGirls got too much flak for their overactive libidos. In her experience the trainers were usually just as recklessly horny.

And speaking of which…

Misty glanced again at Ash, who still had yet to blink. She tsked. Given his reaction, one would think he had never seen anyone have sex before, something that was pretty much impossible to avoid if one wanted to step outside their hometown. Or turn on the TV. Or pretty much do anything in Kanto.

She waved a hand in front of Ash's face. No reaction. His attention was taking up entirely by the PokeGirl's jiggling bosom.

"Ash," Misty said. "Hey, Ash."

Finally Ash did blink, but that was all the reaction she got.

Sighing, Misty looked down at her finger. Then she shrugged. Oh, what the hey. She had it, she might as well use it.

She made a gun with her hand and stuck her finger close to Ash's head. Pressing her thumb down like a revolver's hammer, a spark leapt from her fingertip to her trainer's ear.

He finally flinched. "Ow!" he said, slapping a hand over her ear. "What was that for?"

Rolling her eyes, Misty tiled her head further down the shore, in the opposite direction of the copulating couple.

Sighing, Ash got the hint and nodded, and the two crawled away before they could be noticed.

Once they were a hundred percent certain that they were alone, Misty said, "So. Enjoy the show?"

Ash scowled. "Oh, give me a break! Who wouldn't stare?"

"Me."

Crossing his arms, Ash turned away from her in a huff. "Please! Like you're not even more of a pervert."

"Eh, got me there," Misty said with a shrug. "But at least I got it under control. Which is something you'll have to learn, because scenes like that are going to be happening way more often."

Ash froze. "Wait. What does that mean?"

Misty sighed. "It means that if you want to be a Pokemon trainer, then you're going to just have to get used to finding random people having sex with their PokeGirls."

"Oh." Ash seemed quite beside himself. "Does it really happen that often?"

"Um, yeah? Why'd you think most people catch girls in the first place?"

"Well, um…" Ash anxiously scratched the back of his head. "I guess I never thought about it like that before."

Misty stared.

"I mean, I knew about the sex stuff, and I knew that it's not a big deal to do it out in the open, I just didn't think that people would just be doing it…so much."

"You wanted to be a Pokemon master your whole life, and you never knew about that?" Misty said incredulously.

"Well, I focused on the Pokemon stuff!" Ash said, throwing his hand into the air. "I didn't even think about all that!"

"Really," Misty said, her tone deadpan. "You were going to get to go capture a bunch of horny girls, ones just begging to ride your cock, and you just didn't…think about it?"

Ash shrugged. "Well, you know! I wasn't even going to be allowed to do any of that until I was sixteen, s-so why waste my time with it? Pokemon is what I was really interested in!"

Misty quirked an eyebrow.

"Not like that!"

"I didn't say anything," Misty said.

"You were thinking it!"

"Okay, but I didn't say it."

His face reddening, Ash glanced away. "'Sides," he muttered. "I just figured…you know, why even bother catching girls? Any girl I'd catch would only be with me because she'd have to, and that's no fun. Might as well stick with Pokemon."

"Huh," Misty said. "And…did Gary tell you that?"

Ash didn't answer. He just turned away.

Misty looked the crestfallen boy up and down. She tilted her head to one side. "Ash, what exactly happened between you and Gary?"

Ash sighed. "I don't wanna talk about-"

Misty shot a spark at the back of his head.

"Ow!" Ash glowered over his shoulder at her. "Okay, fine! You wanna know why we're not friends anymore? You wanna know why I'm not exactly thrilled that Yellow showed up?"

…

"We all met in kindergarten," Yellow said. She and May were still naked, but she was no longer in May's lap. Instead, she was sitting next to May on the log, Chuey now sitting in her lap. For its part, the little Pikachu seemed uncaring of its trainer's nudity or the weighty matters she was about to discuss, so long as she continued to provide ear scratches and cheeks massages, which she was doing.

As for May, she was sitting with one leg stretched out and the other drawn up on the log, her arms draped over her knee as she listened.

"Well, actually, not all of us," Yellow corrected. "Me and Ash have actually known each other since we were babies."

"Ah. Childhood friends. Got it."

Yellow frowned. "But…we're still children?"

May shrugged. "Hey, if you're old enough to go out into wild world by yourself to tame dangerous beasts and get fingerbanged by your new buddy, then you're old enough to think of everything before now as your childhood."

"Uh…I don't think that's how it works."

"Whatever." May rolled her wrist. "Anyway, you and Ash. Babies."

"Oh, right! But we met the rest in kindergarten! Blue Gary Oak, Red Andrew Collins, and Green Leaf Johnson!"

At this, May choked. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on. Gary's first name is Blue?"

"Yeah, but he preferred going by his first name," Yellow said with a shrug. "Same with Leaf. Something about not wanting to sound like we were a box of crayons."

"Uh, okay. So you all are just named after colors?"

"It's a Pallet Town thing," Yellow said.

A really weird Pallet Town thing. "So, what, is Ash's first name Purple or something?"

"Oh no, it's only a few families that do it. Otherwise we'd run out of colors pretty quick!"

"Yeah, I guess that make-"

"Ash's first name is Ashley!"

Misty blinked. "Come again?"

"He's named after his grandmother!"

"Ah," May said with a nod. "I see."

Then she rolled her eyes skyward and offered a prayer of gratitude for the beautiful gift she had just been given.

Oh, she was going to give that boy so much grief!

"Anyway," Yellow said, dismissing the previous conversation about names. "That's when we became friends, and we all hung out all the time!"

Obviously that was no longer the case. "And you dated everyone in the group," May noted.

"Uh-huh! Leaf was my favorite."

"Okay, but, um, was all those breakups the reason why you guys started fighting?"

"We didn't all start fighting! Just Ash and Gary. And…Red and Gary. And Leaf and Gary, a little? I mean, she chewed him out pretty badly a few months ago…"

"I'm getting the picture," May sighed. "Looks like Gary was just everybody's problem child."

…

"It started at Pokemon Trainer Camp," Ash said glumly. "Well, not started, exactly, but that's where it all went bad. But I guess it really started a little earlier then that, when me and Gary sort of…stopped being friends, I guess."

Honestly, given what Misty had seen of Gary, it was surprising that they had been friends at all. "And how did that happen?"

Ash sighed. "Oh, he'd always been kind of egolord, but hey, he was our egolord! But, I dunno, he just started getting more and more bigheaded, and after a while it started to feel like he was just hanging out with us so he'd have someone to brag to." He scowled. "And he just started getting mean. You couldn't have a conversation with him without him putting you down!"

"Yeah, that tracks," Misty said, nodding.

"Anyway, we were all getting kind of fed up with him, but Red was the first to get into his face, and they got into a fight, and, uh, Red kind of won." At this, Ash smirked, clearly relishing the memory. "Like, pretty badly. And when I wouldn't take Gary's side, Gary got mad at me, and that's why we stopped being friends."

…

"It got pretty nasty," Yellow said. "Gary was all red in the face and angry, and I think he was crying a little. I overhead him and Ash talking right after it happened, and I don't know what they were saying, but it ended with Gary calling Ash a backstabber that was only hanging out with him for his money, a bunch of stuff about how we were all just jealous of him, and-"

"Jealous of Ash?" May asked.

"No, of Gary! Which is silly. Why would I be jealous of Gary?"

May quirked an eyebrow. She had never actually met the of-mentioned and universally disliked Gary Oak, but between Ash and Misty's descriptions, she was getting a pretty good idea as to his upbringing. "Um, is he rich?"

"No."

Really? That was odd. Then how else did he have his own car and a harem of PokeGirls despite being…Oh, wait, Yellow had probably misunderstood. She did seem a little on the overly literal side. "Are his parents rich?" May clarified.

Yellow nodded. "Very!"

"Big house?" May guessed.

"Super-big! It's got a pool and a tennis court and its own arcade!"

Ah, now things were becoming more clear. "Okay, so, are your parents rich?"

"My parents are dead! I live with my uncle!"

Oops. May winced a little and almost apologized for stumbling on what was probably a pretty sensitive topic. She had her own opinions on parents in general, but had learned that not everyone shared those opinions.

But then she got a look at Yellow's face and decided against it. Yellow didn't seem offended or upset at all. In fact, she had that same vaguely pleasant look on her face that she had when they had first met, as if they were having a casual conversation about the weather and not about anything like being orphaned at an early age. Maybe her parents had died when she was really young, so it didn't bother her? Either way, it was probably best to just keep going like nothing was wrong. "Okay, is he rich?"

"Nope!"

May tilted her head to one side and scratched her temple. "So, maybe that's why he thought you would be jealous? Because he has a rich family with a big house and you don't?"

"That's silly," Yellow said with a giggle. "If I wanted all that I wouldn't have broken up with him!"

"Okay. And why did you break up with him?"

"Because he's a jerk and Leaf isn't and Leaf is really pretty."

Well, that made perfect sense then. "Good reasons," May said, nodding. Then suddenly she remembered something. "Wait, hold on! You just said that Red was the one who beat up Gary, right? So why is it Ash that Gary has it in for?"

"Because Gary's kind of scared of Red and Ash is a lot easier to pick on," Yellow said bluntly.

May winced. "Harsh."

"It's true."

…

"Okay, but what does that have to do with Yellow?" Misty wanted to know. "I mean, from the sound of things, all of you were on the same page with the whole Gary becoming insufferable thing."

Ash shrugged. "Well, after that all blew up, we just kind of stopped hanging out. Yellow was dating Leaf at the time, but Leaf and Red had always been best friends." His shoulders slumped a bit. "So that sort of left me on my own."

Misty blinked. "Well. That sounds rough."

"Oh, who cares?" Ash mumbled, flicking a stone aside with the toe of his shoe. "I can look after myself."

The clear memory of stormy skies and infuriated Spearows flashed into Misty's mind. "Clearly."

Catching her meaning, Ash's cheeks blushed a little, and he turned away with an uncomfortable cough.

"So, uh, is that why you don't like Yellow?" Misty said after a bit. "Because she ignored you after all that?"

Ash shook his head. "No. Like I said earlier, it happened at Pokemon Trainer Camp."

…

"Pokemon Trainer Camp was the best!" Yellow gibed enthusiastically."We got to go camping and learned how to track Pokemon and all about how battling works, and they even had their own gym! Okay, the badge didn't count toward Indigo League, but it was cool! I still got mine!" She ran across the campsite to where her bag was, pulled something out of it, and ran back to thrust it at May. It was a little metal pin in the shape of a pokeball with the words Kanto Pokemon Trainer Camp written on it. "See?"

"Neat!" To be honest, that did sound like fun. May had never been all that interested in becoming a Pokemon trainer, and she would probably have ended up getting kicked out anyway, but she could see the appeal. "But, um, Ash?"

Yellow stuck the badge onto her hat, which was lying next to her. "Oh yeah, Ash and I ended up being partners!"

May's head jerked back. "Wait, huh?"

…

"Camp was awesome, pretty much everything I wanted it to be," Ash said glumly. "Except for that fact that Gary was there to ruin everything!"

Misty could see where this was going. "Let me guess: he made it his personal mission to make you miserable?

Ash nodded. "Every single game, every single contest, it was like he was competing with me and me only! Whenever he'd win, he'd make sure to rub it in to only me!"

"And if you won, he'd make some lame excuse or accuse you of cheating?"

At this, Ash winced and looked away. "I, uh, actually didn't win a whole lot," he admitted.

"Ah."

"It…got pretty frustrating." Then he sighed. "But at the end of it all was the Camp League Tournament."

Misty nodded. She had never attended Pokemon Trainer Camp herself, but she had read up on them. "So, that's where they give everyone a random Pokemon team, right?"

"Right! It's to test how much you've know and how well you can come up with a strategy with the team you've been given! Except ours had a twist: it was a team tournament. Everyone had a partner, which was also chosen at random!" He sighed. "And, uh, Yellow ended up being mine."

Ah, now things were becoming more clear. "Oh, you must've been annoyed."

"Well, not really," Ash admitted. "I wasn't mad at her then, and I honestly was glad to hang out with someone from our old group that wasn't Gary."

Misty quirked an eyebrow. "Even though she dumped you?"

"She dumps everyone!"

"Okay."

…

"And we actually ended up being a pretty awesome team!" Yellow said, still weirdly excited in her retelling of why her friend was mad at her. "He ended up with a Krabby, a Tauros, and a Muk, and I had a Graveler, a Doduo, and a Magnemite! And we were kicking butt! It was like we knew what each other was thinking; nobody could stop us!"

…

"I don't know how to describe it," Ash said with shrug. "Chemistry, I guess. We just had real chemistry as a team. And we just kept winning and winning and winning, and before we knew it, we had made it all the way to the finals!"

More of the pieces were coming together in Misty's head. "Let me guess: your opponent was Gary."

Ash nodded. "And Leaf."

That gave Misty pause. "Wait, your rival was paired up with your partner's girlfriend?"

"Yeah," Ash sighed.

"So, you guys lost, then?"

To Misty's surprise, the question made Ash erupt out of his funk into outright anger. He leapt to his feet and started shouting, "We didn't lose! We were actually winning! But then Yellow screwed it all up! On purpose!"

…

"I threw the match," Yellow said casually.

May's face screwed up in confusion. "Uh, you did what?"

"I told my Graveler to self-destruct before Ash's Tauros trampled Leaf's Weepinbell," Yellow said, idly scratching behind her Pikachu's ears. "And it did, and it knocked out the Tauros, and all that was left was Ash's Krabby, and Leaf's Weepinbell took care of that pretty easily."

That…explained a whole lot about why Ash was acting so weird around Yellow, but it only raised so many more questions. "Okay…So, why did you throw the match again?"

"Because it was my girlfriend!" Yellow said, her tone indicating that it should be obvious. "And I wanted to make her happy!"

May stared. "Okay. Um…was she?"

There was a pause, and then Yellow sighed and said, "No."

…

"At first I thought that Yellow had just made a really dumb mistake." Ash was now pacing back and forth, gesticulating with his hands as he ranted. "But then I overheard her talking to Leaf, and she basically just confessed everything! She ruined it for us! We were about to win and take the Junior Trainer's Cup, and she screwed me over just to make her girlfriend happy!"

Misty, it should be noted, was fascinated. This was apparently a very raw nerve she had touched, and she was hanging on every word. "Er, was she? Leaf, I mean."

"NO!" Ash snapped, though not at her. If anything he seemed to be raging to the heavens above. "Of course she wasn't! She was furious! I think that's part of the reason why they broke up. But it didn't matter anymore. We were already home by then, Gary had the cup, and nothing would convince him that he only won because Yellow screwed me! I couldn't go out of the house without him showing up and rubbing it all in my face! So that's why I'm mad at Yellow. Because she stabbed me in the back, gave Gary yet another reason to push me around, and when I yelled at her for it, she just wouldn't get it, it drives me crazy!"

He stopped pacing, though his fists were still shaking at his sides. Then he inhaled sharply through his nose and whirled around to slam his knuckles into a nearby tree trunk.

"Gah!" he spat.

"Wow," Misty said. What else could she say?

To be honest, she was struggling to really understand why Ash was so upset. After all, it was only one match, and one that didn't really count in the long run. Sure, Yellow screwing him like that was kind of messed up, but as dumb as her reason at least it was…kind of benign? Heck, if she and May were partners, and May had pulled a similar stunt to impress some girl, then sure, Misty would be annoyed and probably give her an earful, but that wouldn't be enough to make her cut May off entirely. Heck, probably not even for a day. After all, it was May.

Then again, maybe it wasn't so much what she had done but who they had been up against when it happened. Misty had only been exposed to a little bit of Gary, and that had been more than enough. If that creep had been tormenting Ash for months at that point and Yellow had only given him more ammunition, then it stood to reason that Ash would take it incredibly personally.

Besides, maybe it she was looking at it the wrong way. After all, her job was literally to lose Pokemon battles. Not intentionally, but she was an obstacle that every professional trainer had to overcome and defeat if they wanted to qualify for the Indigo League Tournament. Every trainer that had participated in the last three years had beaten her. Sure, she had also beaten many of them first, some of them many times, but they had all prevailed in the end, just like they had eventually beaten all the other Gym Leaders. Furthermore, League regulations dictated that she had to handicap herself in every battle, according to the experience of her opponent.

But for Ash, that had probably been the most important battle of his life. Heck, the only other battles he had probably had up to that point had been the others one he had had at that same camp, so it would naturally mean more.

"Hey, Ash?" Misty said. "Are you the most mad because you didn't win, because it was Gary you lost to, or because Yellow lost on purpose?"

At this, Ash let out a bitter laugh. "Um, can I choose all? Gary had been making my life miserable for months at that point, and I just wanted to prove that he wasn't better than me! And we had it in the bag! It was going to be the greatest moment of my life, and she stole that from me!"

"Ah."

"And who does that?" Ash went on. "Who turns on their own partner like that? We were a team! That's supposed to mean something! I sacrificed my Pokemon twice during the tournament so she could land the winning blow! I had her back, so why didn't she have mine? She was already dating Leaf anyway! Did she think that letting her win would make her more of her girlfriend?"

"Did you tell her that?"

"Of course I did! But she just wouldn't get it! She just acted like it was no big deal and I shouldn't be upset about it!"

Misty sighed. It was clear that loyalty meant a lot to Ash. No wonder he had been so hurt. "Yeah, I can see why you'd be upset."

…

May, it should be noted, was no longer confused as to why Ash was so annoyed by this loveable little scamp. In fact, she was getting kind of offended on his behalf. "Soooo…let me get this straight: you guys were a group of friends that fell apart because one of you got too big for his britches, got his ass beat because of it, and afterward the jerk in question started picking on the one guy that didn't have anyone sticking by him after everything falls apart, and just so happened to be his former best friend?"

"Uh…" Yellow frowned, and scratched the side of her head. "I guess that's correct."

"But at camp, you and the poor sap get put on a team, actually end up gelling really well, and finally he has the chance to show the jerk up and take back some of his pride, but then you end up sabotaging him, costing him the match, costing him the cup, and making him lose to the guy that's been tormenting him this whole time?"

Yellow stuck her lips out in a pout. "Well, it wasn't personal! I just wanted to make my girlfriend happy! How was I supposed to know she'd be so mad about it?"

May glowered at her. 'And you never said you were sorry."

"I did!" Yellow protested. "When Leaf told me that she never wanted me to-"

"I meant to Ash!"

"Oh." Finally Yellow at least looked a little ashamed. "Uh, no."

May slapped a hand over her own face in exasperation. "Giiiiiiirrrrrrrl! Jeez, no wonder he's acting so weird! That's…not cool! That's just not cool!"

"But that was almost two years ago!"

"So?" May threw her hands into the air. "It's still not cool! Come on, you don't do your buddy dirty like that!"

…

"So, that's it," Ash said, his arms folded and the visor of his cap pulled down low over his face. "That's why I don't like her." He glanced up at Misty, who had been sitting and listening intently. "And let me guess: I should just forgive her and let it all go because she didn't mean anything bad by it and is probably lonely after she drove all her friends off."

Misty frowned. "What?"

"That's what my mom kept telling me. Like it's my fault nobody wants to hang out with her anymore." Ash then rose his voice a few pitches, imitating a nagging, female tone. "'Oh Ash, why can't you just be friends again like you used to! I know she feels sorry, and would love to hear from you again!'"

"Uh…your mom really likes Yellow, I guess?"

At this, Ash made a face. "Mom is really close to Yellow's family. Her Grandma was like my mom's supervisor on that trip where my mom and dad met, so me and Yellow always kinda knew each other."

"Aaahhh. Friend's daughter, playdates, got it."

"Yeah," Ash muttered. He sat back down and stared down at his hands.

Truth be told, there was another aspect to it, one that he wasn't comfortable sharing. Sure, Gary had been his best friend from about kindergarten through third grade, but he had actually known Yellow the longest. His parents and Yellow's parent had actually been pretty close, so he and Yellow were practically raised together. There were pictures of them crawling around as babies, and the two families would even vacation together. Sure, Gary had been Ash's best friend from kindergarten through third grade, but Yellow had been around even before Gary, and for a time afterward.

And Ash had sort of thought she would stay with him. Sure, the whole first grade boyfriend-and-girlfriend thing had been silly, but they had still be close afterward.

And then had come the day that Ash and his mom had gotten the news. That dark, dark day, when it felt like the whole world was crashing down around Ash's ears, and no one could possibly understand what he was going through.

But as it turned out, someone did.

"Ash, I promise I won't leave you. You can count on me!"

She had promised! She had promised him, on the worst day of Ash's life! Why hadn't she kept that promise? Why hadn't-

Ash realized that his

Then Misty sighed and shrugged. "Ash, I'm not your mom, and Yellow isn't my friend's…anything. So no. I'm not going to say you're wrong for being mad at her. That was a crappy thing to do, and yeah, she should've said sorry."

Ash slowly breathed out. "Um, wow, thanks. You're…one of the only people to tell me that."

"Really? No one else took your side?"

Ash scratched the back of his head. "Well, Leaf did, of course. She was really mad, and made a point to apologize to me. But I was never mad at her. Still, it was nice to know someone understood how I felt."

"Well, now you have two!" Misty walked over to Ash and lightly chucked him in the shoulder. "And I'm sure as heck not going to sabotage any Pokemon battles to impress some girl! If we ever end up battling, it'll be to the bitter end!"

Ash was honestly touched. Granted, he did technically own Misty, but they both knew that was only by her expressed permission, to be withdrawn whenever she wanted. But it was still one of the first times anyone had validated his feelings, and it felt pretty good.

Then Misty frowned. "Uh, by that I meant you and me battling as a team. Fighting someone else. Not you fighting me."

Ash laughed. "No, I got that."

"Okay. Just wanted to be clear. I know the word choice was a little confusing."

"I got it, really! Don't worry. And, um, thanks. Again."

"Don't mention it."

"Okay." Ash turned away from her. "I won't."

Misty laughed. "Okay, you can mention it a little."

Then she looked back to camp. "I guess you're still in no mood to go back."

Ash's face darkened. As cleansing as getting the story out had been, it had only made him even more resentful. "No."

"Don't blame you. But you've done a lot of soul-baring and got put into a bad mood. Hmmm, what'll we do about that?"

"Huh? What do you-"

A moment later something hit Ash in the back of his head.

"Uh…hey!" he said, struggling to disentangle it. "What was that all-"

The words died in his throat. The object turned out to be Misty's shirt.

Ash's heartbeat increased. He hesitated, and then slowly looked up.

Misty was standing with her back to him, facing the lake, naked from the waist up. The sun was still high, and the way it danced off the freckles on her shoulders was absolutely mesmerizing.

"Oh."

Misty glanced at him over her shoulder and smirked. And then, just as she had done the day before, right before everything had gone, wrong, she hooked her thumbs into her shorts' waistline, this time getting her panties as well, and gave them a push partway down her butt. A little wiggle, and they slipped the rest of the way down.

Ash was already hard from watching that trainer and his PokeGirl, but now he was positively throbbing. He stared as Misty casually kicked her shoes off and then squatted down to peel off her socks.

"Okay," Misty said, straightening up. "That's better." She gave Ash another look over her shoulder. "Coming?"

"Uh…" That was it. That was all Ash was capable of saying.

Misty waggled her eyebrows. Then she reached down to grab a big handful of one buttcheek, squeezing it hard. Then she gave it a swift smack, making her whole butt jiggle.

Ash just about came in his pants right then and there.

Laughing, Misty ran toward the lake, bounded right off a rock, and dove smoothly in. A second later her head surfaced. "Come on, Slowpoke!" she said, lying on her back and kicking merrily away.

"Um…okay." Ash shook himself out of his stupor. Then he took off his jacket and shucked his hat. "This is happening. Ha, ha, wow, this is happening."

As Ash nervously undressed as fast as he could, two thoughts were loud and clear in his mind. The first could be best described as, Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, I can't believe this is happening, wait a minute, why wouldn't I believe it, it isn't like she and May haven't been teasing me with this since I met them, but even so this is super crazy, I can't believe it!

And the second thought was simply, Suck it, Gary! And you too, Yellow!

…

Back at camp, May had worked herself up into quite the fuss. "Like, come on! You knew that Gary was bullying him! You knew that if Gary won, he would only pick on Ash more! But you just went and made that happen anyway! And for what? What trainer would want a tainted win like that? Like, if I was your girlfriend and found out what you did, I would've dumped your ass right then and there! And you never even said you're sorry? I mean, what kind of-"

"Pika!"

May paused, and looked back to the log.

Chuey was standing up straight in Yellow's lap and was glowering angrily at the ranting PokeGirl, its cheeks crackling with electricity. The reason for its ire was evident.

Yellow was wearing her big straw hat again, and had it pulled down over her face. Her skinny shoulders were shaking a little, and May heard her sniff.

May blinked. And then she sighed, her face softening. Oh great, she had gone and made the clueless kid cry.

"All right, all right," she said, walking over to sit back down next to the kid. She reached for Yellow's shoulder. "Look, I didn't-"

"Chu," Chuey bristled.

May's hand paused. "Hey, I'm trying to help here," she told it. "Let me work, okay?"

Chuey kept glaring. But then it looked up at Yellow's shrouded face. Though she didn't raise her head, Yellow nodded, and Chuey sighed and bounded off to the other end of the log to let the two humans be alone.

Yellow drew her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. Draping an arm over her shoulder, May said, "Look, I didn't mean to make you feel like crap just now. It's just…friendship's really important to me, you know? And Ash is kind of my friend now, so I'm kinda protective of the guy."

Yellow swallowed noisily. "I really hurt his feelings." She sighed. "I know I did. I know what I did was messed up. But I thought if I just acted like everything was normal, then he'd, you know, stop being mad and hang out with me again."

May frowned. "It's been like two years. How long do you need to realize that that's not going to happen?"

"Yeah," Yellow mumbled. "I know. I just…Ash has always been there. But then he wasn't. And I didn't know how to bring him back. And then Leaf was gone, and I thought if I was with Red then they'd come back, but they didn't, and Red left, and I was all alone."

"Huh," May said. She shook her head. Man, this was way more drama than she was used to dealing with. And here she thought that her new buddy Ash Ketchum was uncomplicated! "Well, uh, have you ever considered, you know, apologizing? Like, telling Ash that you know that you screwed up and you're really sorry?"

"Uh…no. Not really."

"Er, why not?"

"I'm…not good at that sort of thing." Yellow swallowed again. "No one ever showed me how."

Weird. That was very weird. "Well…I can't say-"

"Can you?"

"Huh?"

Yellow raised her head just enough to peek her big, gold eyes up at May. "Can you teach me how to apologize so Ash will like me again?"

"Uh, teach you?" May shrugged. "You know what? Sure! I mean, Ash is kind of my second best friend by default now, and I literally just fingerbanged you, which puts you on the list as far as I'm concerned. And I want my friends to get along, so…sure!"

"Thanks!" Yellow suddenly lunged forward and wrapped her arms around May's middle. "You're my fingerbang friend too!"

May's face was already all twisted up, but now it was outright going to war with itself. Man, Yellow was one weird kid. "It's cool," she said, patting Yellow on the back. "We'll figure out a way to-"

"Oh, do you think I should masturbate Ash like you masturbated me? Would that make him happy?"

It was not often that May was struck speechless. More often than not she was the one doing the striking.

But this was definitely one of those times.

You have, she thought as she stared dumbstruck down at Yellow, been utterly wasted on Pallet Town. Sweet Arceus. You should've grown up with me. Oh, the sexy chaos we could've created together.

"You know what?" May said. "I don't think it's the time for that. So, uh, put a pin in that idea, and we'll come back around to it if we need to."

…

Despite having a thoroughly terrible day, as soon as Misty's body plunged into the cool waters of the lake, she immediately started to feel better. She had always felt more at home in the water. It was her element, her home, her oldest friend. She had learned how to swim about the same time she had learned how to walk, and always felt safe while doing so.

Of all the mean names her sisters had come up for her, the Tomboyish Mermaid was one that she accepted with pride, even making it her handle as a Gym Leader. Because that's what she was; the master of the waves. Even her sisters with all their silly swimming choreography couldn't match her, and they knew it!

And soon, Ash would too.

Misty's head broke the lake's surface. She shook the droplets from her hair and, seeing Ash still anxiously standing on the shore, she couldn't help but laugh. He just looked so nervous!

"Come on, Slowpoke!" she called to him as she floated her body to the surface and swam backwards away, legs splashing loudly. Still, she made sure to keep her head above water and her attention focused on Ash.

Ash looked like he was psyching himself up. He was muttering to himself, his hands shaking. Misty rolled her eyes. If this kept up much longer, then she might have to go back and strip him herself.

But then he took off his jacket.

Misty slowed down. And she stared.

When Misty had imagined what Ash would be like taking off his clothes for her, she had pictured him as awkward, anxious, embarrassed, and completely unsure of himself. As it turned out, she had been right on the money. He dropped his jacket in the grass and started to pull off his shirt, only to realize that his hat and gloves were still on, and hastily undid the gloves' Velcro straps before discarding them, followed by removing his hat and carefully, almost reverently placing it on top of his jacket. Then he gripped the edges of his shirt with both hands crisscrossing over his stomach and drew it up.

It would also seem that Misty had gotten how he looked mostly right. He wasn't as pudgy as she had pictured, but he still looked soft and smooth. And while Misty had seen plenty of boys her own age shirtless and had never thought much of it, in this particular instance and with this particular boy, she was inclined to pay attention.

And what she saw, she liked.

Misty stopped swimming. Treading water, she remained in one place, watching intently as Ash fiddled with his belt buckle, finally getting it undone, followed by him unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. As he did, Misty reached down with one hand to start stroking her pussy lips.

Ash was about to push his pants down, but right before he did, he stopped and looked down at his feet, his face shifting from a dazed look of nervousness and excitement to one of irritation. Misty snickered when she realized what had happened. The doofus had forgotten to take his shoes off first. Rookie mistake!

Muttering again to himself in annoyance, Ash squatted down and hastily undid his shoelaces before practically ripping them off, followed by him yanking away his socks. That done, he took a deep breath and pushed down his pants.

As it turned out, May had been incorrect. Ash was a boxers kind of guy, specifically white printed with little red pokeballs. It did nothing to hide the tent that had been pitched in the front though.

Her brow raising, Misty began digging her fingers in harder to her sex.

Ash was muttering to himself even quicker now. He seized the elastic waistband, took a deep breath, and shoved his boxers down.

His penis sprung up the second it was freed.

Well, it seemed that Misty's mental picture had been pretty close once again. It was a lot smaller and more smooth than what she was used to seeing, but still twitching with excitement. Kind of like Ash himself, come to think of it. And for the first time ever, a boy had dropped his pants in front of her and didn't fill her with disgust.

Huh.

Now also in the nude, Ash apprehensively approached the lake's surface. He dipped a toe in, winced, and pulled it out.

Misty sighed. Oh boy, he was one those, the kind that took forever to get into the water if it wasn't a heated pool.

Well, as fun as watching him sounded, she really didn't have time for that.

Hmmm.

As Ash continued to fidget on the shore, Misty lowered herself back under the surface and swam further down the shore before surfacing again. She glanced around to see if anyone was nearby, and finding no one, crept out of the water and onto the grass.

She then snuck back to Ash. He was now standing only calf-deep in the water and hadn't noticed her approaching.

Misty grinned. Well, as it turned out, Ash had a pretty cute ass as well. Nice, very nice!

As Ash continued to inch his way forward, Misty kept creeping up on him. As she drew closer, she was able to hear what he was mumbling.

"Come on, Ash," he was saying. "Come on. Be a big boy and just get in there. Sure, it's cold, and you're all naked and exposed, but Misty's waiting for you, so stop being such a wimp and get in there, you-"

Misty leaned in real close so that her lips were nearly brushing Ash's ear and whispered, "You what?"

Ash yelped in surprise and whirled around to face her, but as he did, Misty wrapped her arms around him and leapt back into the lake, pulling him with her.

The two hit the water together, and as soon as they did, Misty released the struggling Ash and shot off, putting some distance between them. When she surfaced, she saw Ash still thrashing and sputtering about in the shallows.

She laughed. She couldn't help it. The poor guy just looked so frazzled.

Hearing her, Ash stopped flailing about and turned to see her treading water. His normally spiky black hair was now hanging around his head in dripping streamers, and his face was burning with indignation.

It was a cute look for him, she had to admit.

"YOU!" Ash roared, and immediately started swimming toward her, his legs kicking and arms clumsily but energetically cutting through the water. Still laughing, Misty flipped around and shot off, daring her trainer to give chase.

…

Yellow was nervous. It wasn't something she was often. No matter what the situation, the outcome would not be changed by worrying or stressing over it, so why do either?

But she was nervous now. Because now she had to do something she really wasn't used to doing at all: apologize to someone.

She had to do it. She'd always known. But she just never could bring herself to do it. What if Ash rejected her apology? Then there was no way she could come back from that!

But she had to try. She knew that now.

"Okay," she said as she anxiously paced back and forth. "How about this: 'Ash, I am sorry that I told my Graveler to self-destruct.'"

Still seated on the log, May made a face. "Uh, that sounds stilted as heck. And it's really impersonal."

"Really? Okay, let me try again." Yellow cleared her throat. "'Ash, I am very sorry for not honoring our friendship and betraying you in our battle against Gary and Leaf.'"

"That's…a little better, but not by much. Honestly, you'd be better off with your handjob idea."

"Really?"

"No. Try putting a little more feeling into it, you know? Make it sound like you mean it."

"I do mean it!"

"I know, but you don't sound like it, that's the problem!"

Yellow sighed. Oh, why did this have to be so complicated? "Okay. 'Ash, I am really, really sorry about turning on you at the worst possible time and for not saying I'm sorry earlier. That was a mistake, and I apologize."

May nodded. "Okay, okay, we're getting there! Still sounds way too formal, but-"

"Pika!" Chuey suddenly cried in alarm. It had leapt up onto the end of the log and was staring out at the trees.

"Not now, my guy," May said. "This is-"

"No, wait," Yellow said, holding up a hand. Her eyes searched their surroundings. "Chuey's right. Something's wrong."

May shut up. She slowly rose up from the log and turned around.

There was no sound save the wind rustling the trees. If Yellow really strained her eyes, she could just make out what sounded like a Cubone crying far off in the distance. But other than that, she could hear nothing.

But something was there. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she knew.

May could feel it too; Yellow could tell. She had tensed up, her hands curling at her sides. "Maybe it's Ash and Misty," she said in a low voice. "Maybe they're coming back."

Yellow shook her head. "No," she whispered back. "It's not them. It's-"

Twhack.

It was such a soft and sudden sound that Yellow and May didn't register it at first. But then something went sailing in a high arc over Yellow's head. And when she realized what it was, her heart almost stopped in her chest.

"PIIIIIIKAAAAAA!" Chuey cried as it tumbled through the air like a small yellow football.

"Chuey!" Yellow cried, reaching up at her closest companion.

"Holy shit!" May blurted out. "How did-"

Suddenly a long, yellowing-green rope snapped up out of nowhere to grab onto Chuey in midair and whipped itself back to the ground, slamming Chuey into the dirt.

"NO!" Yellow screamed. She started to run to help, but then she heard May said, "Urg."

It was such a strange thing for May to say that Yellow had to stop and look back to see what she meant by that.

What she saw was so strange that she couldn't help but stare.

May's hands were on fire, a ball of flame enveloping each one. And yet, it didn't seem like they were hurting. Actually, it looked like she had done that herself, to better punch whatever it was that was attacking them.

Huh, Yellow thought, tilting her head. She kinda looks like a Poke-

Then she noticed that May's elbows had been tied behind her back by another sickly yellow rope, and another one had wrapped snugly around her neck and was pulling back, making her back arch. May twisted her body this way and that, trying to pull free, her reddening face grimacing with exertion and fear.

Then she started to glow red.

Huh.

But whatever it was that May had planned, she didn't get the chance to enact it. Bluish vapor puffed out of the rope around her neck, covering her face.

May coughed once. And then she went limp, her red glow and the flames around her hands going out. She slumped to the ground and lay still.

Then the ropes began to crawl all over her, tying her up.

"Hey!" Yellow snapped. She ran for her discarded clothes, where Pidgeotto and Metapod's pokeballs still were. "Get away from her, you-"

The last thing she saw before everything went dark was something thin and yellow whistling through the air at her face.

…

Of course Ash had no chance of actually catching Misty, especially not in the water, so once he had come to his senses he had stopped chasing after her. And when he stopped chasing her, she stopped swimming away. And when she rose up from the water right next to him, all smiles and dripping carrot-orange hair, he had turned away and tried to sulk, but it was hard to stay angry when a cute naked girl was swimming so close to you.

Now the two were floating on their backs side-by-side, fingers entwined, staring up at the sky.

"So, uh, you do this a lot?" Ash asked.

"What, swim? Uh, yeah? Maybe you missed the part where I specialize in water Pokemon?"

"No, I mean…you know, doing it without clothes, and…"

"Oh, skinny dip!" Misty shrugged. "Honestly, not as much as you'd think. The whole being naked in public is more of May's thing, and she doesn't do well in water. For obvious reasons. But, you know, I do indulge every now that then."

"Huh. Well, it is fun."

"It is," Misty agreed. And it was. Even when she didn't have anyone with her, there was just something so thrilling about the cool water running over her bare skin, coupled with the danger of being seen.

Of course, when she had someone with her it was even better. Granted, they weren't exactly doing much at the moment, just floating together staring up at the sky, but even that felt good, in a calming, comfortable sort of way.

"Hey, Misty?" Ash said at last. "I know things got really screwed up, but you know? I'm still glad I met you."

Misty breathed out. "Yeah. Me too."

"Really?" Ash honestly sounded surprised. And gratified. And kind of excited.

"Yeah," Misty said, still staring at the sky. "I mean, I really wish it had been under different circumstances…"

"You mean how I accidentally got a flock of Spearows chasing after us and you got struck by lightning trying to fight them off?"

"Yup. I really could have done without that."

"And how Team Rocket attacked us soon after and almost kidnapped you and May?"

"Well, I wasn't really conscious for that part, but yup. Also could've done without that."

"And the, uh, whole getting caught and ending up as an electric-type?"

Misty let out a slow exhale once again.

"Sorry."

"S'kay," Misty said after a pause. "Actually, the electric part is really the bit that gets to me. I really don't mind being your PokeGirl."

"Really?" Ash said again, his voice reaching an even higher pitch.

Misty's gaze slipped to the side. Ash was staring at her, and not at the bits of her that were poking up above the water's surface. Instead, he was looking right at her face, his eyes full of hope. Then she let her eyes rove downward. Sure enough, Ash's eager little penis was still flying high like a ship's mast.

Misty had to laugh. "Really."

Then she let her legs swing down and her body sink, so that she was again treading water. Seeing this, Ash did the same.

Facing him, Misty reached underwater to take both of his hands. She sighed and said, "Ash. Look. You know how I helped May run away from home?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Well, before I met you, I was seriously considering doing the same."

"Huh?" Ash titled his head in puzzlement. "What do you mean?"

"I mean back home it's nothing but drama, nothing but stress, nothing but problems!" Misty groaned in exasperation. "There's like no end to the issues with my family, and my…" Realizing that she was about to slip that she was a Gym Leader, she quickly stopped herself. "Well, there's…problems. And I thought that being a, well, trainer would fix that, but it only makes things worse. None of the other trainers that I've met ever respect me, and even when I win! They're either making fun of me for being so young or hitting on me like creeps even though most of them are like twice my age!"

"Oh," Ash said. "W-Well, I'm glad to have you along! And I don't get why the other trainers would treat you like that. I mean, there's plenty of trainers our age, and you are by far the coolest I've ever met!"

At this point, Misty would be tempted to smirk and tease Ash, but honestly she was genuinely touched. "Thanks, Ash. You're, uh, probably the first person other trainer to say that, and the first person since May."

"Really? Wow. That's, uh…"

Misty let go of Ash's fingers, but she didn't let go of him. Her hands traveled up his arms as she drew closer to him.

"…oh, um. H-Hey, are you…"

Her hands coming to rest on Ash's shoulders, Misty pressed herself against Ash, skin to skin, her chest sliding over his, his stiff cock squeezed in between their bellies.

Ash shut up.

For a bit, the two children just stayed that way, staring into each other's eyes, nothing moving but their legs as they treaded water, their calves occasionally brushing. From where their chests were touching, Misty could feel the frenzied pounding of Ash's heart, and she was certain that he could feel hers as well.

Then Misty took a deep breath to ready herself. Okay. This was it.

Closing her eyes, she leaned in and gently planted a kiss on Ash's lips.

He didn't respond.

Misty's stomach clenched up. What was wrong? Why wasn't he kissing her back? Didn't he know how this worked? When you went skinny-dipping with a pretty girl and she kissed you, then you kissed her back! Those were the rules!

Withdrawing, she opened her eyes again, ready to scowl with displeasure. But when she saw the look on his face, she couldn't help but laugh.

Ash looked absolutely petrified! His eyes were bulging wide, his face tamato-berry red, and his mouth was hanging slightly agape. Good grief, what did he think was going to happen? Besides, after everything May had been doing to him, was he really so paralyzed by a kiss?

"First one, huh?" Misty said.

Swallowing, Ash gave a brief, trembling nod.

"Well, I guess I get that much, at least. Buuuuuut, I'm really gonna need you to participate here. It's not polite to make the lady do all the work."

"O-Okay," Ash squeaked. "But…I really don't know what to do."

"Hmmm." Then Misty snaked one hand up to hold the back of Ash's head. "How about you just copy what I do? You'll get the feel for things after a while."

"Er, okay."

Then Misty glanced down. "Also, you really gotta do something with those hands of yours."

"Something?" Ash blinked. "What kind of something?"

"Well, you could try putting them on my hips."

"Your, uh…"

"Just pretend that we're dancing. Come on."

Ash hesitated, and then slipped his hands down to rest on her submerged waist.

"There you go." Misty again leaned in for a kiss, and this time, when their lips met, Ash responded.

He…honestly wasn't a very good kisser, but then neither had she been that first night with May. And there was something thrilling about tasting someone else's first kiss, about feeling them nervously fumble around, trying to learn how to do it right. It was kind of like dancing, after all.

Misty was patient with him, and showed him what to do with her own lips. Once he got over his initial shock, he was able to slow down, to start copying what she was doing and respond appropriately.

It was…nice, even in its awkwardness. And he tasted sweet.

Letting out a soft, pleased sigh, Misty parted and moved her mouth away, though her forehead still rested against Ash's. She blinked her eyes and glanced up into his. He looked dazed, bewildered, and deliriously happy.

That made her smile. She loved May dearly, but her aggressive sexuality could get to be a little much sometimes. Ash's boyish infatuation made for a nice change of pace, and it really did make her happy that he was responding so well to her.

Though speaking of responding, his cock was still sandwiched between their bodies, and if it had been stiff before, now it was trembling and twitching, ready to pop off at any moment

Not that she was much better. The flutters in her stomach had caught fire and were now burning brightly, and if it were not underwater, she was pretty sure her pussy would be drenched. As it was, her lower lips were quivering with anticipation and need, practically begging her to do what they both wanted and thrust herself onto Ash's dick as many times as he could handle.

And honestly, she couldn't think of a particularly good reason not to.

Before Ash knew what was happening, Misty lunged up, breaching the water up to her chest. Her legs wrapped around Ash's middle, and she seized his stunned face with both hands and thrust her mouth onto his, her tongue probing deep into his mouth.

As she did, she felt his hard sex press up against hers, the head dancing over her entrance.

As she continued to kiss him, Misty began rotating her hips, sliding the lips of her slit over Ash's cockhead. Just a little more and he would slide right into her. Just a little more…

What happened next could have, and should have, been avoided. Had they not been in the water, it would not have ended as bad as it did. And with a little training on how to control her power, the sort that every PokeGirl goes through, it wouldn't have happened at all. After all, when you are both perpetually and strongly aroused and in possession of godlike elemental power, you really had to be careful not to accidentally unleash that power on any lovers during the throes of passion.

Alas, Misty had experienced no such training. As such, as the excitement built within both of them, as she got ready to thrust herself upon him, a little bit of the power was released, and in the same place all of her energy so happened to be focused at that moment. It was much the same as when she had accidentally shocked May after being fingered by her, only then they hadn't been naked and in the water.

Ash suddenly jolted, his body bucking against hers. As first Misty thought that he was cumming prematurely, and sighed a bit.

"Really, man?" she said, drawing back from him. "I was this close to-"

Ash was lying limp in her grasp, eyes open but not looking at anything, his previously dripping hair now dry and poofed around his head.

"Ash?"

Ash said nothing. He began to slip bonelessly out of her grasp.

"Ash!"

…

With a pained groan, Bobby came, his ravaged dick pumping semen right into Melissa's canal.

Almost immediately he regretted it.

Normally making love to his beautiful PokeGirl was a pleasant experience, but as it turned out, given how burned his poor dick was, orgasms now hurt like hell.

"Ow," he mumbled. "Fuck, ow!"

Michelle immediately froze. "Sorry!" she said, hastily pulling herself off of him. "Sorry, does it hurt badly?"

Wincing, Bobby waved off her concern. "It's fine, it's fine," he said, though his clenched teeth made him a liar. "Just…maybe we went too far, too soon."

Michelle stuck her lower lip out. "Poor baby," she crooned, stroking Bobby's hair. "You've had a rough time."

"Yeah," Bobby scowled. "Because you electrocuted me!"

At this, Michelle withdrew her hand. "I said I was sorry! It was those dumb kids!" She turned away in a huff.

Bobby winced. "Baby, I'm sorry," he said, reaching a hand toward her. "Don't be like that. You know I'm just upset! I got my dick toasted, so of course I'd be a little cranky!"

"Humph." Michelle readjusted her bikini, pushing her breasts back into place. "Well, maybe next time you want a quickie, you'll wait until you're not toasted anymore!"

Bobby might have said something then, but he found that he couldn't, mainly because something long, sinuous, and slimy had slithered onto his shoulders.

What?

Suddenly the thing tightened around his neck, choking off his air. It yanked back, slamming the back of his head into the ground. His vision exploded into stars, and the world swam around him.

He…He heard something. Something was happening. It sounded like screaming. It sounded like Michelle screaming. She was blasting something with electricity. But what? What was attacking them?

Then the screaming stopped.

Bobby blinked and tried to sit up, but could only raise his head. He could see something though. It looked like Michelle. Yup, that was definitely his PokeGirl. But…why was she naked all of a sudden? Sure, she was naked a lot, but she had been wearing a bikini not too long ago, and he didn't recall telling her to take it off.

Also, why was she sleeping? Now was not the time to take a nap!

And…was she tied up? Okay, she did spend a lot of time tied up and naked, but he didn't remember doing that. And his bondage rope was black, not slimy yellow!

Wait, were the ropes moving.

Though he was still dazed, Bobby's eyes followed the ropes away from Michelle's lifeless body, all the way down to-

Then he saw it. The thing that had knocked him silly, that was in the process of kidnapping Michelle.

Bobby's eyes popped wide open. What the hell? What the hell?

He tried to scream, but right about then the vine around his neck tightened, cutting off his air.

…

Ash and Misty sat side-by-side on the shore. Neither had put their clothes back on, though at that moment, their mutual nudity was the furthest thing from their minds. More concerning was how Ash's skin was now a shade or two darker than it had been, or that his hair, normally spiky anyway, was now poofed around his head, or the way he was trembling despite the balminess of the day.

That had hurt. That had hurt a lot. It had been like every atom in his body had been vibrating at intense speed while a Ponyta kicked him in the stomach. Things had gotten kind of fuzzy after that, but when they had cleared up, he was lying flat on his back, with Misty staring down at him in worry.

That part hadn't been so bad.

Fortunately, he hadn't been hurt too badly. He still ached all over and felt completely drained, like he had spent the whole morning bench-pressing Onixes and then had ran a marathon, so he was totally wiped, but other than that he was okay. Misty had retrieved a bottle of the same anti-burn lotion that the teal-haired PokeGirl had been rubbing onto her trainer earlier and was now doing the same for Ash, squirting it into her hands and massaging it into his back and shoulders.

The irony was not lost on either of them.

Still, this part wasn't so bad either. The touch of Misty's hand on his bare (and slightly charred) skin felt really good, and the lotion cool and soothing. It also hurt like heck, but he was not going to complain. He might not have many memories of his father, but there was one bit of wisdom he had imparted onto Ash before he had passed.

"Son," he had said. "If you ever find yourself gravely injured and a beautiful woman wants to treat your wounds, you shut up and let her. Especially if she's naked."

Granted, that had seemed an odd thing to teach a six-year-old, and Mom had smacked Dad right upside the head after that one, but he had at least been speaking from personal experience. And now, years later, he saw the wisdom in his father's learned words.

So though he was in a lot of pain, so though the pressure of Misty's fingers caused more pain to flare up, he was biting down on his tongue lest the beautiful naked girl stop.

Then her fingers dug into a particularly sore spot, and he couldn't keep from flinching. "Ow," he muttered.

Misty winced. "Sorry," she said, for what had to be the tenth time in the last five minutes.

Ash sighed. "Don't w-w-worry about it," he said, his teeth still chattering. "It w-was an ac-c-c-cident."

"Yeah, but even so…" The rest of the sentence trailed off, and Misty just returned to her work.

After a bit, Ash said, "W-Well, I g-g-guess I know how you f-f-felt."

Misty's hands paused. "Huh?"

"When you got s-s-struck by lightning. I got you elec-c-ctrocuted, and now you'v-ve z-z-zapped me!"

Misty made a face. "It's…not really the same thing. Pokemon and PokeGirl energy is…way less lethal than the natural stuff."

At this, Ash perked up. "Wait, r-really?"

Misty nodded. "Yeah. How do you think they…well, I guess it's we now. But how do you think we throw things like giant rocks and fireballs at each other all the time and never get severely hurt?"

"Uh…I always th-thought it was b-b-because Pok-kemon and PokeG-G-Girls were just tougher."

"Well, that's part of it, but the other part is that our powers…don't actually pack much of a punch when used on living things. I mean, sure, a Machoke can punch a boulder and it'll break, but if it punches a person, then that person probably won't be able to breathe a bit and might need crutches, but they won't die. And if a Charmander breathes fire at your face, then yes, it'll hurt, and it'll sting for a bit after, but it won't take your skin off."

Now Ash was completely fascinated. It was, after all, a bit of Pokeknowledge that he hadn't known before. "Wow! So you're saying that the reason that lightning strike hurt you so badly-"

"Was because it was a natural bolt of lightning, yes," Misty said, with just a hint of bitterness in her voice. "But if it had been from a Raichu, then I'd be no worse off than you are."

"Wow! I never r-really thought of it like that before, but I guess that makes sense! Hey, why do you think that is, anyway?"

"Oh, who knows?" Misty sighed. "I guess it's just one of those things."

"Good thing, though."

"I guess."

The two sat together for a bit, side-by-side, looking out at the water.

"So, how are you feeling?" Misty said at last.

Ash shrugged. "Um, actually, a lot better. Still worn out, and everything's all twitchy, but other than that, I guess I'm okay."

"Good. Well, that's…that's good." Misty breathed out.

Then she glanced at him and smirked. "Well, I can see what you mean about being…twitchy."

"Huh?" Then Ash looked down, and saw that she was staring at his lap. And sure enough, his penis was sticking straight up.

"Wh-Hey!" Ash clapped both hands over it. "Don't stare at it!"

"Oh, give me a break! We're both naked here, and I've already shown you everything! Twice!"

"Yeah, b-but…" Then Ash sighed. She did have a point.

"Come on," Misty said, placing her hands on top of his. "Let me see."

Ash cringed, but didn't resist as Misty pulled his hands apart, leaving his little member exposed for her to examine. Closely.

"Well, huh." Misty was now lying on her stomach perpendicular to Ash's waist, propped up on her forearms as she stared. "You know, this…really isn't so bad. At least not compared to what I've seen."

"Uh…thanks? I'm sure what that means, but…"

Misty's nose wrinkled. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how many jerkface trainers think that battling against a little girl means it's okay to drop their pants right in my face, like that would scare me off."

"Wow." Though he really was trying to concentrate on the conversation, it was really hard when his eyes kept traveling towards the curve of Misty's butt. And if he tried to focus on her face, well, just a little bit lower were the two rosy mounds of her nipples. Just…out there for him to see. "That's…um, that's messed up."

"You don't know the half of it." Then Misty tilted her head and smiled. "But this…I don't mind this. It's not hairy and gross, it's not ugly and huge-"

"H-Hey!"

"Oh, get over it. Of course you're not big! Besides, I like it better this way. It's kind of cute, actually."

Ash's indignation died. "Oh. Well, th-thanks."

Then Misty glanced up at him. "Well, I've blueballed you once, and then I zapped you, so I guess I owe you a little something. Lean back, and close your eyes."

Ash's eyes went very wide. And then he squeezed them shut and flopped onto his back.

This proved to be a mistake, as his back was still tender, but he merely winced and bore it. He would bear getting disemboweled if it meant receiving what Misty was promising.

With the world now black to him, Ash heard the spurting of the lotion bottle, followed by the soft sloshes as Misty rubbed it over her hands.

Then her soft, cool hand closed over Ash's shaft.

Ash had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from groaning loudly. Misty's hand began gliding up and down in gentle strokes, as the cool of the lotion only encouraged the fire of Ash's arousal, drawing it further up and further out.

And it hurt; oh, great saggy balls of Palkia it hurt! But it also felt amazing! He hadn't even known that pleasure like this was even possible. If stroking his own penis had been a monumental discovery, then this was a revelation! Yes, the general mechanics were the same, but having it done to him by a beautiful naked girl, where he couldn't control the pace or the pressure, when he had to just lie back and trust her, just made it so much more special.

And not just any beautiful naked girl, but Misty, someone who was braver, smarter, and prettier than any girl he had ever seen (except maybe May, but that was a whole other thing), and who loved Pokemon just as much as he did. And not only was she the most amazing person he had ever met, she was his. She was his PokeGirl, she belong to him, and all setbacks aside, she seemed to like it!

Though she didn't stop rubbing Ash's dick, Misty suddenly adjusted her position. Ash frowned at the unexpected movement, but that frown turned into a surprised blink when he felt Misty's warm body snuggle up against him, her head nestled against his shoulder, the front of her torso pressed into his side, her groin up against his hips, and her leg thrown over both of his.

"Uh, M-Misty?" Ash stammered.

Misty looked up at him. "Hey," she said. "Who said you could open your eyes?"

Ash hastily shut his eyes again.

"Good. Now move your arm like this…" Using her free hand, Misty took hold of Ash's arm and maneuvered it so it was curved around her shoulders and down her back.

This time Ash couldn't keep from letting out a low groan. Misty just felt so soft and so warm in his embrace. If it weren't for the smoldering fire growing ever hotter under her increased administrations, he might have fallen asleep with her right there.

Then he realized how close his hand was getting to her backside and paused.

Misty noticed. "I don't recall telling you to freeze up," she said. "Come on, you know what to do with it."

Ash swallowed, but then gently, carefully laid his hand on the curve of Misty's butt.

"Oh, come on! I can barely even feel that! You can get a better grip than that!"

Ash hastily complied, digging into the firm, supple flesh with his fingertips.

"That's better. Now, just lay still."

Misty's hand squeezed just a little tighter: not enough to hurt, but just enough that he felt her more, and she picked up speed, pumping him with greater vigor. Then her hips began to move, gently sliding back and forth between pressing her butt into his hand and her sex against his hip, grinding her lower lips into his thigh.

"Okay," Misty slowly breathed out. "Okay. That's good. Just let me…Oh. Okay, yes. Keep that up, please!"

At first Ash didn't know what she was talking about, but then he realized that as Misty had begun to move her butt around in his grasp, he had unconsciously responded in kind, his fingers squeezing and massaging the cheek he held.

At being called out, he might have frozen up in embarrassment, but since she had specifically instructed him to keep it up, he did just that, exploring her marvelous butt with his hand while her pussy did the same to his hip and thigh. She started humping him harder and rubbing him faster, the two of them building up speed and warmth together, taking their pleasure from each other and giving it back.

…

So it finally happened. This is where you've ended up.

Misty continued to pump Ash's cock, continued to hump his leg, hoping it would distract her from the thoughts that were intruding.

You always looked down on all those trainers bragging about how much they wanted to catch you. You said it would never happen to you. But here you are, just another PokeGirl, jacking off her trainer.

Shut up.

Why? You know I'm right. Remember how you made fun of that other trainer for having sex with his PokeGirl so soon after she had electrocuted him? How is what you're doing any different?

Closing her eyes, Misty just pumped harder.

And you like it! You like debasing yourself like this. You always said that you're better than that. What happened? You're no better than your sisters.

It was true, Misty was enjoying it. She did like the feel of Ash's slick cock in her hands, how his fingers dug into her ass, or the heat that came from dragging her mound over his hip. It felt good.

No, it felt great! Better than she could have ever imagined. A haze of lust had descended over her mind, and she just wanted to stay there, pleasuring Ash and being pleasured in turn.

A part of her recognized that she ought to be disgusted by this. A part of her was disgusted that she wasn't.

Let me have this, she thought. Ash's groans told her that he was coming close to completion. I don't have much left. I deserve this at least.

Remember when he offered to release you?

Shut up.

Remember when you said no?

Shut up! I-

And then she heard the sound of what sounded like a bush rustling in the wind, mixed with heavy footsteps, coming from behind her.

…

Ash groaned loudly. He was almost there. Just a little more, and he would be pushed over the edge.

And then, just before he was brought to the point of orgasm, Misty abruptly stopped. She let go of his penis and got up, leaving Ash lying by himself.

Ash tensed up in anticipation for whatever Misty was about to do next, whether it be finish the job with her mouth or even lower her pussy into him. Whatever it was, it promised to be spectacular.

But nothing happened.

What?

Ash then heard the sound of pained grunting, then Misty said, "Mmmpf!", her voice muffled.

Confused, Ash opened his eyes. And what he saw only made things stranger.

As it turned out, Misty hadn't gotten up, she had been pulled up! She was held suspended in the air, kicking and punching futilely to the green tendrils that had wrapped around her wrists and ankles, with several more around her waist. Another tendril had bound itself around Misty's face, blocking off her mouth, keeping her from calling for help.

Ash's jaw dropped.

But even strange was the creature that had grabbed her. It looked like a forest come to life, a thick cluster of writhing green vines in a vaguely spherical shape. In the center of the mass was a pitch black hole, from which stared a pair of deranged-looking bloodshot eyes. It stood on a pair of stubby legs, ones wearing scuffed red shoes.

A Tangela?! They were being attacked by a Tangela?! But what was a Tangela doing here? Sure, Kanto had a native population, but it was very small, and they preferred the coasts to the south! Ash had never heard of any being spotted this far north!

However, the Tangela didn't look at all well. Its vines were sickly shade of yellowish-green, mottled with brownish spots. Its shoes were worn and ragged, as if it had been doing a lot of running as of late. And then there were the bright red veins in its mad, bulging eyes.

The Pokemon wasn't sane; Ash could see that immediately.

And it had Misty.

"Hey!" he said scrambling to his feet. "Let her go, you-"

The Tangela let out a high-pitched shriek and lashed out with two vines. They struck Ash in the chest and sent him tumbling backwards.

That was bad enough, but as Ash's skin was still raw, it hurt twice at much: both at being struck, and sliding across the grass upon impact.

Pushing the pain from his mind, he scrambled to his feet. "Why you-" He spotted his stuff, lying in a small pile not far from where they were now: his clothes, his backpack…

And on his belt, Nidoran's pokeball.

Unfortunately, as soon as he glanced in the pile's direction, the Tangela took notice. It struck out again and again with its vines, driving Ash back away from his stuff.

"Muffffewwwww!" Misty said, or at least tried to. Then her hands began to glow yellow.

Ash's spirits lifted. That was right, Misty had powers! And sure, maybe grass-types were resistant to electric attacks, but they weren't immune, and if she could summon up the juice that he and May had seen her shooting off earlier, then the Tangela would be left a smoking mess in no time.

"HRURFF!" Misty thrust her hands down. Twin bolts of lightning shot down, right into the Tangela's tangled mass of vines.

The Tangela's stiffened as the electricity hit…and suddenly it disentangled four vines, which it then thrust into the ground with great force, breaking through the surface layer of grass and digging into the earth.

The electricity traveled down into the ground, leaving the Tangela mostly unharmed.

Misty's eyes went wide. She looked down at her hands, scowled, and began summoning up more power, determined to take the Tangela down through sheer persistence.

Then the Tangela's vines shivered, and suddenly a blue cloud exploded out of its head to envelop Misty.

Misty stiffened, and then her eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped lifelessly in the Tangela's grasp.

Sleep powder!

Still, dealing with Misty had given Ash the opening he needed. He darted past the Tangela toward his stuff. The Tangela still noticed, but the shock it had taken had slowed it a bit, and the vines that lashed out did so more clumsily, allowing Ash to dodge them with ease.

Ash snatched up Nidoran's pokeball and expanded it. Then he hurled it as hard as he could while yelling, "Nidoran, I choose you!"

Nidoran emerged into what had to be an absolutely bewildering scene.

On one end, its new trainer was standing naked with his penis sticking straight out and his skin now an unhealthy shade of red, the look on his face now utterly manic.

On the other was a crazed bush come to life holding a lifeless and naked Misty high above its head.

Nidoran looked from one bizarre spectacle to the other, a look of complete confusion on its purple face. "Nidoran?" it said.

Ash didn't speak Pokemon, but he knew a "What the hell?" when he heard it.

"Nidoran, that thing's kidnapping Misty!" Ash called. "Hit it with a poison sting!"

Nidoran immediately straightened at that. Then it focused on the Tangela, its beady eyes narrowing with malice.

Seeing that it was being challenged by an actual opponent, the Tangela planted its feet and threateningly waggled several tentacles in the air. "Tangi-Tangi-Tangi-Tangi!" it shrieked.

Nidoran charged, its horn lowered and zeroing in on its target. In answer, the Tangela lashed out with one vine after another.

But as fast as it was, Nidoran was just a little faster. It rolled this way and that, dodging each strike and coming up running each time, never wavering in its charge.

"Tangela!"

The Tangela leapt back and whipped four vines at Nidoran at once. This time, instead of dodging, Nidoran leapt forward right at the vines.

Ash stiffened. What was Nidoran thinking? It was going to be hit!

But instead of being knocked senseless, Nidoran somehow managed to twist its body around so that it hit the body of the nearest vine with its forelegs, ran up its length, and bounded off again, right at the Tangela's hidden face. The Tangela's bloodshot eyes widened even more when they saw the poisonous missile heading straight for them.

Ash pumped his arm in triumph, only to regret it when the sudden movement caused his singed skin to flare up again. His feelings of pride didn't dim though.

But then the Tangela threw itself back, Misty still hung suspended in the same spot, causing Nidoran to sail through the air between the Tangela and the captured PokeGirl, missing its target by mere centimeters.

"Ta-a-a-a-a-angela!" Sick-looking vines lashed out, striking at Nidoran's unprotected belly. They hit, and it let out a pained gasp as it was sent flying.

"Nidoran!" Ash cried as the little poisonous warrior was sent crashing back down to earth next to him.

Then another vine hit him right between the eyes, and the whole world went dark.

…

A/N: Hey guys, it's been a hot minute, hasn't it? Like, almost two months?

Well, what happened is this: after the last chapter went up, all of my other projects suddenly had a bunch of deadlines hit all in a row, so I spent a few weeks working on that. And when I was done with those and came back to this story, I had major writer's block! And when I fought my way through that and got a rough draft done, I suddenly had a plethora of ideas, which sometimes can be as delaying as not being able to write at all.

And through all that, this chapter just kept getting longer and longer until I decided to break it apart again. Yes, it was originally going to be even bigger. So, you can consider the previous chapter, this chapter, and the next one all part of one storyline that was originally supposed to be one chapter.

But the good news is that the next update is almost done, so I'll go ahead and put it up…let's say a week from Sunday.

That having been said, a few interesting things happened since the last update. First, this story reached twenty-one thousand hits on FFN and another eight thousand views plus over a hundred kudos on ao3! So, that's pretty cool!

Second…oh my God, a sequel to Girls' Hunter dropped! Like, the original rom hack that inspired this story! I haven't even finished the first one yet! I kept running into bugs and had to teach myself the basics of rom hacking to fix them! And now there's two? Jesus Christ.

Of course I can't wait to play it.

And finally…okay, this is more funny than anything.

So, I'm not at all unaware that this story has a ton of, let's say objectionable content, the kind that would probably make a lot of people kind of angry. And while I feel that this being a work of silly fiction made for shits and giggles and that I do not endorse any of this happening in real life gives it something of a pass, I totally get why someone else would really have a problem with it, which is why I was so up front in my disclaimer. That being said, every time I get a review long after a chapter's been put up, I always brace myself a little just in case this is the one that'll be calling me out or whatever.

Well, it finally happened. Someone read the first chapter, got angry, and ripped my ass in a review.

Why?

Because that trainer that gave Ash all those human balls had a Braviary on his shoulder, and according to the PokeDex, a Braviary would be too big to ride on a person's shoulder.

I'm not joking. Out of everything, that is what they had a problem with. Like, really dude? Really?

So…yeah.