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.

11. (B)rock and Roll, Part 1!

(B)rock and Roll, Part 1!

All his life, Ash had heard stories of the dark and mysterious Viridian Forest. He had heard of the strange mysteries that supposedly lay within, of the dangerous bug Pokemon that dwelt there, and how it was said that some who ventured there never came out again, their fates forever unknown.

Naturally, it sounded like the perfect place for a young, adventurous Pokemon trainer to explore! Undiscovered mysteries to be uncovered? Yes, please! Dangerous Pokemon to catch? Absolutely? Danger lurking in every shadow? That was what made it fun!

However, after having actually spent some time in the notorious forest, once he finally came out the other side, Ash was glad to have it at his back, as did everyone else. Well, almost everybody.

"Oh, thank goodness," May groaned when they finally passed the last of the trees and found the road ahead cutting through an open field. "I thought we'd never get out of there!"

"Hot bath," Misty mumbled, her eyes bleak and hollow. "Need hot bath. And nap. Sleep long time. In bed. Real bed."

"I never want to see another leaf as long as I live," Ash said, his shoulders slumped.

"Oh, I would like to see her," Yellow said, as inexplicably cheery as ever. "And I don't know what you guys are on about. I can't wait to go back in there!"

The other three turned their heads to stare at her. Then, in unison, they all sighed and started plodding forward.

Once they had started actually moving through the forest, it had still taken them two whole days to actually make it through. Two dark, uncomfortable, and unbearably awkward days, in which Ash and Misty barely spoke to each other at all.

At least at first. But by evening on the first day, the ice had been broken as they found common ground to talk about: how much they no longer wanted to be in the Viridian Forest.

Not that Ash had forgotten. Though Cerulean City was still a far way off, it was where he was to part ways with Misty and May.

And that galled him, because he just plain didn't want to give either one of them up. And it wasn't for any sexual reason either (well, maybe that played a small part in it). He just liked being around them. Sure, May might be the most perverted, aggressive, and oddest kid he had ever met (Yellow being the only possible exception when it came to strangeness), but she was also fun, supportive, compassionate, and easy-going. And Misty might be temperamental, oftentimes moody, and a big tease, but she was also cool, cheerful, energetic, and encouraging. Honestly, given how his old friend group had fallen apart, they honestly were the closest friends he had now, despite their short time together. He had been looking forward to their journey together.

But now he was going to lose them.

And it was kind of his fault.

Ash sighed and shook his head. It wouldn't do to brood on that any more than he already had. Cerulean City was still several weeks away. Best enjoy the time they had left.

"You know, when we get into town," May remarked as they headed up the road. "You two probably should check yourselves into the hospital."

"Hospital?" Yellow said. "What for?"

"C'mon. You both got bad electrical burns and were knocked around by a berserking shrub, followed by two days hiking through a grimy, disgusting forest. I'm honestly shocked that neither of you got infected."

From its perch on Yellow's shoulder, Chuey noticeably winced.

Frowning, Ash looked down at his arm. "It doesn't look that bad," he said. Sure, it was still a shade or two darker than it ought to be, and his skin now had a tendency to, well, flake, but it was at least better than it had been. May had insisted that he and Yellow strip down every rest stop so she could slather them both with anti-burn lotion, a task she seemed to relish quite a bit.

It had been weird and awkward at first, but after a while it stopped bothering Ash. After all, they had all seen each other naked. Why raise a fuss?

"Sure, and that's because of the expert medical care of yours truly! But better safe than sorry."

Misty sighed. "Well, as for me, I can't wait until we check into a hotel."

"Love hotel?" May asked.

"No."

May stuck out her tongue. "Booooo. You're no fun."

"Why would you need to pay extra for a love hotel?" Yellow wondered out loud. "There's nothing you can do there that you can't do in a regular hotel."

"Ambience, my young pupil! It's all about the ambience!"

"And the toys," Misty added.

May nodded. "And the toys."

Up ahead the ground abruptly cut off, and to everyone's immense relief a city stretched out before them.

"There it is!" Finding a renewed strength, Ash bolted ahead and leapt onto a rock. Shielding his eyes with his hand, he surveyed the city that sprawled out before him. It was certainly larger than Pallet Town. Also, like Viridian City, it had a proper gym, and with any luck, the Gym Leader wouldn't be absent.

"It's been a while since I've been through here," Misty remarked as the girls caught up to him.

"I've never been here at all!" Yellow said. "Is there anything cool to do?"

"Sure! There's the museum, for one. They have this great collection of extinct Pokemon fossils!"

"Sure, if you're into rocks and stuff," May said dismissively. "There's also the PokeGirl Market!"

At this, Yellow lit up. "There's a PokeGirl Market?" she said excitedly.

Misty quirked an eyebrow. "You know they'd never let you in."

"Wasn't planning on asking," May said.

"May, don't get us in trouble."

"You're only in trouble if you get caught!"

"And you always get caught!"

As they bickered, Ash sat down cross-legged on the rock and took a deep breath of the fresh, open air. He had started to think that they were going to be caught in that forest for the rest of their lives.

Then a low, raspy voice said, "Pewter City is grey, the color of stone."

"Huh?"

Everyone looked down. There, seated at the bottom of the rock wall, was an old man with a thick beard and a red hat. He was sitting next to several wooden shelves containing several stones of different sizes.

He continued. "This town has always been famous for-"

"Okay, Grandpa! I think we've heard enough from you!" Misty immediately yanked Ash to his feet and started pushing everyone away from the old man.

"Hey!" he angrily called after them. "Show some respect! First you sit on my merchandise, and then you…"

"What's was that all about?" Ash said in confusion once they had gone far enough.

Misty sighed. "First rule of coming to a new town: never engage with the tourist trap people. They'll wring you dry."

They headed along the ridge until they found a path down. From there, they took it all the way down until they were no longer trekking along dirt roads and were instead walking across pavement.

Sweet, beautiful pavement. The building block of civilization.

"Oh, thank goodness," Ash sighed as he collapsed into a nearby bench. The others gratefully joined him, with May wresting off her shoes and gently massaging her aching toes.

There was a nearby kiosk that distributed town maps. Misty grabbed one and opened it. "Hmmm," she said. "Well, the gym's open late, but I wouldn't recommend hitting it up first thing."

"Yeah, definitely not," May sighed. "It'll still be there tomorrow."

"Fortunately, the Trainers' Hotel isn't far from here, and neither is the PokeCenter." She glanced over to Ash and Yellow. "But you two probably should hit up the hospital first."

"Ah, I'm fine," Ash said, casually waving off the suggestion. "It's not like-"

As he moved his arm, a large peel of dead skin unraveled off his arm and wafted away on the breeze.

"Ew," Yellow remarked as she idly scratched Chuey behind its ears.

Making a face, Ash withdrew his arm. "Okay, fine," he said. "We should probably get checked out.

"Of course you do," Misty said. "In the meantime, I'll head to the PokeCenter. I really need to see if I have any messages and check in with my gym."

"Go tell your sisters to jump in a lake for me," May remarked.

"That's…kind of already what they do anyway, so I don't see how that'll be at all cutting."

"Oh, uh, right," Ash said. "Them. Er, what happens if they find out that you're, uh, kind of a PokeGirl now?"

"Nothing! Because they're not going to find out. Now, smile!"

"Huh?" Ash's face twisted up in confusion. "What for-"

Then there was a bright flash of light.

"Hey!" Ash shook his head and blinked several times to vanish the spots. "What was that for?"

Lowering the camera she was holding, Misty winked mischievously. "You'll see! Meet me at the PokeCenter when you're all done!" With that, she turned and skipped off.

Ash grumpily rubbed his face. "Seriously, what was that about?" he said. "What did she need my picture for?"

"Oh, dunno," May said. "Stick in her locker? Post it to her mirror?"

"We're not in school!"

"Maybe she wanted it as a masturbatory aid," Yellow suggested. "I mean, she does obviously find you attractive."

All the color drained from Ash's face, and he momentarily forgot how to move. Or think.

May coughed loudly. "Yellow, you sure you don't want to come with us? Because giving you up at this point physically pains me."

"Hospital!" Ash squeaked, getting behind the two girls and shoving them into motion. "Hospital, yes, now!"

…

Unfortunately, the hospital did not make things less awkward.

Ash sat in the doctor's office, stripped down to his boxers, fidgeting awkwardly as the doctor examined his burned and flayed skin.

"Hmmm," the doctor intoned, her fingers touching and prodding in a manner that wasn't exactly comfortable, but also his body really wasn't objecting to. "Well, burns of this kind are fairly common, especially with young trainers. But these marks, well, these pose a problem."

The doctor was a devastatingly attractive woman in her late twenties, though she did little to accentuate her looks. She had dark brown hair tied back in a simple ponytail and bright brown eyes that stared intensely at Ash from behind a pair of horned glasses. She wore little makeup, only the faintest touch of lipstick, and her figure was hidden behind the professional doctor's outfit she wore.

And yet for some reason, she just radiated sensuality. Something about her sharp, crisp way of moving, or the commanding tone in her husky voice, or the way her eyes seemed to pierce right into him, or the way her long, slender fingers methodically played over his bare skin was really turning him on in a way he had not expected and that he really wished would just go away and stop making things tense.

"Uh, y-yeah," Ash stammered. Boy, his mouth was dry. "R-Ran into a c-crazy Tangela right after I, uh…"

Misty clinging to him, pressing her wet and naked body to his, enveloping his mouth with her own, her tongue shoving its way through his teeth…

"…I got burned," Ash finished lamely. "Accident with one of my friends' electric Pokemon."

"Well, that tracks. It's a dangerous and unpredictable world out there. You never know what kind of ferocious beast is just waiting to snatch you up." Her hands continued to explore Ash's flesh, pressing in deeper than he felt was truly necessary. "Now, it looks like you've been at least taking care of yourself since then. Putting on that burn lotion regularly, right?"

"Right," Ash said, and only that. If he allowed himself to talk further, he might accidentally let slip some of the other thoughts he was having, such as, Please step on me.

"That's good. It seems to have prevented an infection, at least. Still, no need to take chances. Now, drop your boxers."

Ash's back stiffened. "Huh?"

The doctor went walked past him to a cabinet at the other end of the room. Ash's eyes followed her shapely, stockinged legs as they cleared the distance with quick, precise steps, her hard shoes clacking a rhythm as she walked. His gaze then traveled up to the black skirt she was wearing. It wasn't particularly tight, but he could see the swaying of her curvaceous rear with every step.

Then she opened the cabinet, withdrew a bottle, and turned around. Ash gulped and averted her eyes.

"I'm going to prescribe you something a little stronger," she said, popping the bottle open and squirting lotion into her palm, and just the sound of it sent excitement trilling through Ash's body. "Just keep up with the regular full-body applications three times a day, and you should be fine in less than a week."

It took every ounce of willpower to keep from saying, Yes, Mistress. Instead, Ash merely gulped and nodded.

"But we'd better start things off immediately, so I'm going to need you to drop your underwear." A slight smile of amusement curved her lips. "Don't worry, it's nothing I don't see regularly."

"Okay…"

Ash reluctantly shimmied out of his boxers and kicked them off. Then he nervously twiddled his thumbs in his lap as the doctor walked back around him.

Moments later her cool, slick hands descended upon his shoulder.

This is only because of all those times May lotioned you and Yellow up in the forest, he told himself as the doctor lathered the lotion into his back and shoulders. After all, since the two of them had to sit naked while she worked, she had insisted on stripping down as well, which had made those sessions a lot more…intense than they would have otherwise been. That's all it is. It's reminding your body of that. May gave you a complex, because of course she did. So just stay calm and…

Then the doctor's hands paused, and Ash heard a small chuckle.

Blinking, he looked down and saw, to his horror, his penis sticking up straight and hard. Just…out there for her to see.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" he cried as he hastily tried to cover it.

"Relax! It's fine," the doctor murmured. Was it just his imagination, or was her mouth really close to his ear. He was fairly certain that he could feel her warm breath tickling the hairs on his neck. "It happens all the time. Perfectly natural. Go ahead and drop your arms."

"Yeah, but…" Wincing, Ash did as he was bid.

"There you go." The doctor resumed kneading the lotion into Ash's abused skin, the coolness of the lotion and the firmness of her fingers beating back the sensation of burning. "Besides, we would've had to lotion that area up too, wouldn't we?"

Oh, why did she have to point that out? Why did she have to point that out?

…

In another room just down the hall from Ash, Yellow's treatment was just as awkward, but in the opposite direction.

"Er…Dave?"

"Hey, Shelley. What's up?"

"I'm treating one of those two kids. You know, the ones with the burns and lacerations?"

"Who, the boy or the girl?"

"The girl."

"Okay, so, what's the problem?"

"The problem is that she's enjoying it way too much. It's getting weird."

"Wait, enjoying what?"

"The lotion!"

"Okay. And enjoying…how?"

"She won't stop…moaning."

"…uh. Like, in pain?"

"No."

"Oh."

"So, do I…continue, or…"

"Just…don't do anything that'll get us sued."

"I'm taking my break when I'm done."

"Fine."

…

Nobody noticed Misty as she entered the PokeCenter. Nobody recognized her.

Misty sighed. Well, it was to be expected. When she had taken over the Cerulean Gym, the fact that someone so young had become an official Gym Leader had been highly publicized. She had done interviews, Q&A's, phone-in radio appearances, the whole nine yards.

But not photo-ops. No televised appearances, no meet-and-greets. While the League hadn't forbidden her from showing her face to the media, they had made a point to advise strongly against it. Someone of her age ought to keep a low profile while out in public, both for her safety and for her peace of mind. And though it had galled her at the time, given that it meant that denied her the recognition that she felt that she deserved as well as cut into her ability to attract sponsors, she had come to see the wisdom in their suggestion. Being a Gym Leader was exhausting work, and if she couldn't even go out to the store without getting mobbed, then she was likely to lose her mind. As such, all interviews had been in print or phone-in only, and cameras were not allowed inside the gym. Only those who saw her in person knew what she looked like, which, okay, was a lot of people, but trainers didn't tend to linger after claiming her badge, and locals were considerate enough to leave her in peace.

But even so, it would be nice to show up in a strange place and have someone know who she was and appreciate her for it. Controversy aside, she was still a Gym Leader, and that was supposed to mean something!

Sighing, Misty walked inside. Oh well. If ever there was a time that getting recognized would be a problem, than this would be it.

Almost as soon as she did, she came to an abrupt stop.

As soon as she had taken a breath of the air inside, it was like someone had poured warm syrup down her throat, letting it trickle all the way down to her groin. Her cheeks flushed, her heart started to patter, and she felt her gut squeeze.

Ever since she had really used her new power for the first time, she had found her body's needs harder and harder to ignore. It seemed like everything turned her on now, from the simple friction of the soft material of her panties against her vagina while walking to seeing the lean muscles in May's bare arms and legs ripple as she walked or the way Ash wearily peeled off his jacket whenever they took a break. Even Yellow, whom she still found to be a little annoying, was looking a lot tastier than she had when they had first met and Misty had mistaken her for a little boy.

And then there had been all the times May had to rub that anti-burn lotion onto Ash and Yellow's backs. Misty had stuck around for the first time. After all, what was the big deal? She had already seen all three of them naked, so it should be fine, right?

Wrong.

As soon as the three of them began to undress, her stomach had started to clench. When Ash's boxers and Yellow's panties came down, she felt her skin flush an her breathing start to stutter. And when May began to unzip her shirt, her hips had begun to twitch, as the first trickle of arousal started to dribble out of her. And when May had started to knead the lotion into Ash's shoulders, Misty had abruptly got up and walked off to find someplace private. Ever since then, when her two toasted traveling companions needed their remedy, Misty would make a hasty exit and fingerfuck herself so she could at least function.

Still, she had either ignored or taken care of those urges the best she could and soldiered on. Sooner or later they would be back in civilization and she would have too much to distract her to bother thinking about sex.

But it was only now that she was realizing what a foolish presumption that had been.

Most of the people in the PokeCenter were trainers, but there were also a number of PokeGirls around, and that meant there was a glorious buffet of female flesh on display, everywhere she looked.

Why, right in front of her was a tall, voluptuous woman with short, raven-black hair and piercing green eyes. She was dressed in the gothic Lolita fashion, with a frilly, black skirt that spread wide around her and yet only just cleared her hips, and it swayed back and forth with every movement she made, giving glimpses of the curve of her ass cheeks or a peek at her pussy. A pair of lacy black stockings came up to mid-thigh, and a black-and-white corset donned with black bows was tied tightly around her waist, one that ended just below her exposed breasts. A tiny black top hat sat at a jaunty angle, and a black umbrella, just as frilly as the rest of her outfit, was folded up and tucked under her arm.

Speaking amicably with her was cheery looking young brunette who wore her hair up in a pair of childish buns. Her gimmick seemed to be casual sleepwear, as she only had on a long shirt hung so loosely around her slender shoulders that one small breast was exposed and did not reach far enough past her nubile thighs, as well as a pair of bunny slippers. She even had a long pillow held behind her back, completing the look.

And there was more, oh so many more. Everywhere Misty looked there was a flash of some girl's tits or a swaying ass, and all of them were either openly, unashamedly naked or wearing some kind of fetishistic outfit that was the next best thing to naked.

What was more, she could now smell them. It wasn't an actual identifiable odor, but the air seemed to get thicker and warmer with every breath. Misty's skin had flushed, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead. She felt herself start to get lightheaded, and had to violently shake her head to regain her wits.

Misty had seen PokeGirls all the time, and she had always enjoyed looking at them, but this…this was new. She was now vividly, achingly aware of them in a way she had never been before. Her tingling nipples were now standing stiff and sharp beneath her shirt, and she could feel the first few drops of arousal forming around her quivering vagina.

"'Scuse me, kid," a haggard-looking older woman mumbled as she sidestepped Misty to head for the Healing Machines, followed by a haughty-looking woman with curly dark hair and expensive furs draped over her otherwise nude body, led along by the older woman by a leash attached to a rhinestone-studded leather collar around her neck. Misty's eyes followed the sway of her glorious ass until they both walked around the corner, out of sight.

Misty shook her head again. Okay, she needed to focus. PokeGirls were horny pretty much all the time, so it stood to reason that being in the presence of several other PokeGirls only exasperated the problem. May had spoken of how just passing one in the streets was enough to get her wet sometimes. Something to do with pheromones, probably.

Steadying herself the best she could, Misty walked past those gathered in the PokeCenter's lobby to head for the PC's. Finding an unclaimed computer, Misty logged into her account and checked her inbox.

As expected, there was the usual clutter of messages, from routine updates from the League to her sisters' whining. The former she just scanned and moved on. League updates were usually just to inform ranking members of changes to policy, keep them in the loop to any ongoing issues, or to inform them of anything of importance, and since Indigo League Tournament was still a long way off, there was really nothing new to report.

Her sisters' messages were no less predictable, but far more irritating. Paragraph after paragraph of them whining and complaining about how hard things had been in her absence.

Hey Misty! It's Daisy. How's your vacation going? Find anything cool? Anyway, I don't mean to be pushy, but is there any chance you can give us an ETA on when you're planning on being back? Hugs and kisses!

Which sounded nice enough, but Misty could feel the passive-aggressiveness oozing off every pleasant word.

The next was much quicker to the point.

Misty. You've been gone too long, and it's not fair to the rest of us to just expect us to handle things in your absence. We've had to run the gym at half-hours just to keep The Sensational Waterflowers going. I don't want to sound bossy, but I for one feel that it is incredibly selfish of you to just up and leave whenever you want. The Viridian City Gym Leader closes his gym periodically. Is it too much to ask that you do the same?

Also, I am certain that you left us your worst Pokemon. They've only been able to win one battle since you left!

-Violet.

And…

Misty, where r uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu? Come back already!

Love, Lily.

And so on. It seemed like they were taking turns begging her to come back in their own, unique ways.

Misty rolled her eyes. Well, what could one expect?

Then she noticed something odd. The whiny messages had been pouring in fairly constantly up until a few days ago, and then they suddenly…stopped.

Now, that was odd. And somewhat troubling.

Frowning, Misty tapped a finger to her lower lip in thought. Now, why would that be? There was no reason for that to be the case. If they were sending her complaints about her not being there, then it meant everything was normal. But if they suddenly stopped, then that might not be a good sign.

Misty breathed out. Then she prepared a message of her own.

Hey, guys! she wrote. Just got to Pewter City and am on my way back! Really appreciate hearing that you guys have things well in hand! I'll be leaving town in a couple of days, so let me know if there's any questions you have before I go! Love yah!

XXOO – Misty!

There. That should at least prompt a response.

That done, she then turned her attention to the final message in her inbox, the real reason for her visit.

Dear Misty, it read. Here are the materials you've requested. All that is required is his signature. I've taken the liberty to reroute the destination for any excess to my facilities here in the lighthouse. Furthermore, I made some modifications to how catches are detected. Those of your nature should be excluded, provided they remain outside. Please contact me only in the event of an emergency, and then I expect you to use your discretion.

-Bill

Misty sighed in relief. Yes, this was what she needed. With this, Ash should be able to fully and legally go on his Pokemon journey without issue. Furthermore, that bit at the end was a nice touch. Bill was basically saying that Misty was not going to count toward Ash's total team, so long as she remained outside of her human ball.

Well, that ought not be a problem, seeing how Misty wasn't going to be a PokeGirl for much longer, nor was Ash likely to be catching any other girls in the future. Still, he might actually manage to catch four more Pokemon between now and Cerulean City, so better safe than sorry.

She printed out the attachment, which was an official Pokemon trainer contract, and looked it over. Okay, this ought to be it. Ash already had most of the gear he needed, so all that was left was to be fully certified, and then-

"Er, hello there, Miss Waterflower!"

Misty inhaled sharply through her nose. Oh, great.

Turning in her seat, Misty found herself face-to-face with the unwanted visage of one Gary Oak.

"Gary," she said icily. "What do you want?"

For once Gary was alone, his entourage of cheerleaders nowhere to be seen. Furthermore, the look of entitled arrogance from their first meeting and the one of indignant resentment from their second were both absent. In contrast, Gary look…kind of sheepish, almost embarrassed. His head was bowed, and he was scratching the back of his head in what actually seemed to be a nervous manner.

"So…uh, I didn't expect to run into you!" he said with an awkward laugh. "Visiting friends? The local Gym Leader, maybe?"

"None of your business," Misty said curtly. "And I asked you what you wanted. Don't waste my time."

At this, Gary sighed and dropped his arm. "Look, I was just thinking that you and I got off on the wrong foot, and you probably got a bad impression of me. I'm not really a bad guy, and-"

Sighing, Misty held up her palm. "Save it, Gary," she said. "You and I both know that you're only apologizing because you found out that I can have your license rescinded if I kicked up enough fuss, and that I have more than enough reason to do so."

And there it was, that sullen, spiteful indignation. She only saw it for a second, just a quick narrowing of his eyes, but it was there.

And then his mask of remorse and chagrin returned. "Oh, come on. Can we just talk this out? Hey, let me buy you a soda or something."

Ignoring the offer, Misty turned back to the computer. "If I haven't turned you in already, I'm not planning to now. So long as you behave yourself, never try to break PokeGirl capture laws again, and leave me the heck alone, then fine. I'll even let you challenge for my badge once we're both in Cerulean City. But annoy me again…"

Her back still to him, Misty made an abrupt slashing motion across her throat.

"Got it?"

Gary didn't answer for a moment, and Misty couldn't help but smile a little. She could practically feel the resentment radiating off of him.

"Got it," he hissed at last, and then stomped off.

Once he was gone, Misty giggled softly to herself. Honestly, had she never met Ash, she probably would've had Gary kicked out the League the moment she got to a PokeCenter.

But she didn't, because she had met Ash, and she needed Gary to stay certified so Ash could do the honors of humiliating the jerk on live television.

Revenge, as they say, was a dish bet served cold. And with as much ironic justice as possible.

Then a girl walked past, platinum blonde hair arranged in elaborate curls, wearing nothing but a few strategically placed strips of silver electric tape.

Misty made a face and found herself rubbing her thighs together. She really hoped that the others would hurry up and arrive soon. Having a PokeGirl's increased libido was hard enough to handle while tramping through the forest, but now that they were back in civilization, with so much skin on display, it was likely to drive her batty.

…

Ash and Yellow checked out of the hospital, both of them freshly lathered up and tingling. Ash was blushing brightly and refusing to meet anyone's eyes while Yellow was humming happily.

"Hey, there you guys are," May said as she jogged up to them. "How'd it go?"

"Great!" Yellow said. "The doctor had me get naked, and then she rubbed lotion all over me!"

"Sounds like a good time then!"

"But she didn't take her clothes off though, like you did."

"That's a shame." May then glanced over to Ash. "What about you, champ? How was your appointment?"

Ash pulled his hat down over his face. "I don't want to talk about it," he muttered, which just made May cackle.

They consulted the map to find out exactly which direction the PokeCenter was and started walking.

As Misty had said, it wasn't far, only about a couple blocks. But as they rounded one street corner, Ash saw something that made him pause.

There was one very odd looking building in the middle of the block. It looked like a rock quarry, made of rough stones all piled together, like the sort of place a caveman might live. There was a brown double-door set in the front, a stone courtyard in the front, and some kind of bronze plaque set in a rock that had been set up right next to the sidewalk.

In the center of the courtyard was a stone statue, one that seemed to be deliberately rough and eschewing detail, but was still clearly that of a muscular young man, one standing with his shirt off and his arms crossed in front of his chest. Several stone representations of nude women were sprawled out around his feet, clinging to his legs.

"Whoa," Ash said, staring. "Is that the gym?"

"Sure looks like it," May said. "Three guesses as to what type that guy specializes in, and the first two don't count."

"Rock type?" Yellow said, not noticing the sarcasm in May's comment.

May grinned and lifted Yellow's hat to ruffle her hair. "Ding-ding! Gold star for you."

Ash frowned. While the identities of Gym Leaders and the types they specialized in were something one could just look up, it was considered something of a faux pas for beginning trainers to read up on them in advance. It was considered a point of honor to enter each town blind and take whatever challenge one faced with what they had already on hand.

So, his first test would be a rock-type Gym Leader? Well, Nidoran was a poison-type, which wouldn't do much to a rock-type's thick, stony hides. But it did know a few fighting-type attacks, which should give it an edge. And Tangela was a grass-type, which was perfect for this sort of thing!

That was, assuming it could even be used in battle, even after healing it up. Truthfully, Ash wasn't even sure it would listen to him. A rebellious Pokemon was one thing. One that was completely bugnuts was another.

"C'mon," Yellow said, running over to the building. "Let's check it out!"

There was already a few trainers gathered around the building, waiting for their turn to go in. Since Ash was nowhere near ready to take a swing himself, he ignored the line and instead walked up to the plaque and looked down the inscription.

"'The Pewter City Pokemon Gym,'" he read out loud. "'Gym Leader: Brock Harrison, The Rock-Solid Warrior.'"

"I bet he's rock-solid," May said, her eyes roving over the carvings of women arrayed around the Gym Leader's likeness. She snickered.

Yellow tilted her head to one side. "Do Gym Leaders use PokeGirls?"

"Oh, sure, sure. My dad-" May paused, cleared her throat, and continued. "My dad, uh, says it depends on the region, but they definitely do here in Kanto."

"Including Misty?"

Ash winced, as did May. Glancing over to the trainers lined up to challenge for the badge, May pressed a finger to her lips and shushed.

"Oh, sorry," Yellow said with a wince of her own.

"S'kay. And no she doesn't." A wry smile tugged at May's mouth, and she lowered her voice. "With…one sexy exception, and that's kind of on the down-low."

Saving the line for later, the three of them went up to the rough-hewn windows and peeked in.

The inside of the gym was dark, but Ash got the impression that the battlefield was constructed to resemble a rocky field, one lit only by a few spotlights arrayed along the perimeter. There was someone standing right in front of the field, probably whoever was challenging for the badge at that moment. At the far end of the field was something he couldn't really make out. It looked like a tall hill, one with several fires burning upon it.

And in the battlefield itself there was a war being waged.

Two hulking forms were throwing themselves at each other, each roughly about the size of a man but much broader. One had squat legs, a thick tail, and a bottom-heavy body. Ash frowned. He knew that shape. It was…it was…

Then it was hit hard and skidded back into one of the spotlights. Oh! A Kangaskhan! That must be the challenging trainer's Pokemon!

Ash's frown then deepened. A normal-type being used against a rock-type Gym Leader? He hoped that it knew a few fighting attacks.

The other form was circular, a heavy-looking ball that stood on two short legs with two short arms and a blunt head.

Ash swallowed. Even in the dark he had no trouble identifying the Pokemon that Gym Leader Brock was using.

"Is that a Golem?" Yellow wondered out.

"Yup," Ash said, his mouth now dry.

"What's a Golem?" May asked.

"It's…uh, it's a rock/ground-type," Ash said, his voice strangely calm, considering the anxiety building inside of him. "Evolves from Graveler, which in turn evolves from Geodude."

"Oh, a third-tier evolution, huh? I guess that means they're tough?"

Inside the gym, the Kangaskhan threw a massive, bone-breaking punch at the Golem's head. In response, the Golem merely rolled back, its stubby hands coming up to seize the Kangaskhan's fists. The Kangaskhan tried to pull back, but the Golem had it caught.

Then, moving with far more grace than anything its shape and mass ought to be capable of, the Golem twisted around, hurling the Kangaskhan over its body and slamming it into the ground. The Golem withdrew into its stony shell, rolled straight up the side of a large, stone pillar, and leapt off.

All three kids winced when it landed. "Oof."

"Uh, yes," Ash said as the dismayed trainer recalled its now-unconscious Kangaskhan back into its pokeball. "They're very tough."

"Are you going to have to fight that?" Yellow asked.

"Well, so will you! Once you get done bushwhacking or whatever you want to do in that slimy forest!"

"Actually, you probably won't," May said.

"Huh?"

"Gym Leaders handicap themselves according to how many badges you have and how big your team is," May explained. "Since you just started, ol' Brocky-boy will probably only use a couple of his low-level Pokemon against you. That poor sap in there probably already has a few badges, hence why he's getting the Golem treatment."

"Really?" That was relieving to hear, though upon reflection, that did make sense. If Gym Leaders went all out against all of their challengers, then nobody would ever earn badges.

The front door opened, and the dejected-looking trainer slouched out, his head bowed in defeat. The next one in line went in, followed by a very nervous looking PokeGirl.

"I hope she has a type advantage," Yellow remarked.

The three of them walked away from the gym, going back onto the sidewalk. "By the way, May," Yellow said. "Have you ever fought another PokeGirl?"

"Me? Nah. That would just give away the game." Then May sighed in regret. "I've always wanted to, though. It's said to be…exhilarating."

"I bet it is," Ash mumbled, clasping his fingers behind his head.

"Why don't you spar with Misty, then?" Yellow said. "I mean, just for fun."

"Yeah, see, I'd like to, but honestly she seems kind of checked out of the whole PokeGirl business, so…"

Then there was the snarl of a powerful engine, followed by the sudden squeal of brakes.

And then an aggravatingly familiar nasal voice, one full of arrogance and scorn, called out, "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A loser who lost all his friends, a weirdo that drove away all her friends, and someone that's probably only hanging out with them out of pity!"

Ash's stomach dropped, and both of his hands instinctively curled into fists while a very familiar twitch developed in his right eyelid.

Gary.

The three of them turned to see none other than Ash's former best friend and Yellow's second ex-boyfriend, one Blue Gary Oak.

Gary had always been kind of punchable. Even when he had been "nice" there had always been something sort of slimy about him, and now it was magnified to infuriating levels. He was in the backseat of a shiny new blue convertible, slouching and smirking with a pair of movie-star sunglasses on, his collection of cheerleaders all fawning over him, while the cool and mysterious chauffer silently sat in the driver's seat.

It was such an extravagant display of pretension and privilege that Ash was struck with an almost overwhelming desire to beat the car and everyone in it with a baseball bat.

Grinning, Gary lowered his sunglasses. "Unless you're just as much a loser and a weirdo as these two. If so, you'll fit right in!"

"Gary! Gary! He's our king!" chanted the cheerleader as they shook their pom-poms. "While you losers are nothing!"

May blinked. "Oh, you're talking to me. Okay." A pause. "I want to set you on fire."

The cheerleaders all paused in mid-shake, their faces frozen in shock. Even Gary looked taken back by the bluntly stated desire for violence.

However he did recover. "Oh, a psycho then! Gotta hand it to you, Ashy-boy. You sure know how to pick 'em!"

"Gary…" Ash growled through clenched teeth.

"Except you can't! Pick 'em, I mean, since you were too lazy to show up and pick out a starter, isn't that right, Yellow? After all, you got stuck with that little rat that Grandpaps was just trying to get rid of!"

"Pika…" Chuey bristled.

"Hi, Gary!" Yellow said with a sunny wave. "Stop being mean, okay?"

"Awww. 'Stop being mean! Stop being mean!' Or you'll what, you little bean?" sang the cheerleaders.

"So what's going on here?" Gary continued. "You two talking again? Did you finally stop blaming each other for your crushing defeat from two years ago? Good idea! It's not like anyone else would want to hang out with you, but at least you have each other!"

"Bug off, Gary!" Ash snapped.

That just got him a chorus of laughter from the cheerleaders.

"Oh, snappy comeback there, Ash!" Gary laughed. "Hey, what are you even doing here? I would've thought that after you embarrassed yourself in front of the whole town, you would've locked yourself in your room and never come out!"

"I-"

"Oh, wait, let me guess: Yellow here felt so bad for you that she let you tag along! I mean, if you can't do the bare minimum to become a trainer, you might as well hang out with one! So what, are you like Yellow's sidekick now?"

"Shut up! I might've messed up with the starters, but I became a trainer anyway!" Ash turned his hips to display the collection of empty pokeballs attached to his belt on his left side and Nidoran and Tangela's pokeballs on his right. "See?"

In response, Ash expected one of Gary's patented mocking comebacks, maybe a sneer and a snort, something derisive about Ash only having two Pokemon or suggesting that he had gone and caught something incredibly weak, which would then be followed by Ash protesting on his Pokemon's behalf, and the back-and-forth would continue.

Instead, Gary's face froze, and a very strange look passed through his eyes. He honestly looked taken back, as if Ash actually becoming a trainer was something he hadn't expected and didn't know how to react. It was only there for half-a-second, and if Ash hadn't been looking right at Gary, he would have missed it, but it was there.

But Gary recovered quickly. Pushing his sunglasses back up over his eyes, he relaxed and put up the expected sneer. "Well, whoop-dee-doo for you," he said. "Probably just caught yourself a couple of wimpy Rattatas to try to make yourself look like a real trainer! Or did Yellow lend you a couple of hers for show?"

"No, those are his," Yellow said. She picked Metapod and Pidgeotto's off her own belt and held them up. "Mine are right here, see?"

"Aw, so you got three? How cute!" Gary held up his hand, fingers splayed, and there were four pokeballs held in the gaps between his fingers. "Well, I got both of you beat there! But then, that's nothing new!"

Yellow let out a laborious sigh. "Gary, you do know that I let you win to make Leaf happy, right? You do know that, right?"

"Ha! Keep telling yourself that!"

May looked over to Ash and Yellow. "Wow, suddenly a whole lot makes sense, if you had to put up with this bozo growing up."

At this, Gary turned his full attention to her. "And who are you supposed to be, anyway?" he snapped. "Some freak they found wandering around in the forest?"

"A loser, a weirdo, and a freak!" chanted the cheerleaders. "No wonder you're all so weak!"

May blinked.

Then she slowly turned her head back to Gary, locking eyes with him and staring intently.

At this, Gary scowled. "And what are you looking at, freak? Huh? You got something to say?"

May didn't answer. She just kept staring, her unblinking gaze boring into Gary's through his sunglasses.

"Huh? Hello?" Gary waved his hand back and forth. "You deaf or something?"

Her gaze not wavering centimeter, the edges of May's mouth began to curl up, her lips spreading to display her teeth.

And…was it Ash's imagination, or did May now have fangs?

"Hey, what's that look supposed to mean?" Gary said, drawing back in his seat. "What kind of psycho freak are you?"

The cheerleaders began to shake their pom-poms a bit, but it was half-hearted, and it died before a chant could begin. They also seemed quite unnerved by May's stare. One leaned in close to Gary and mumbled, "Gary, she's freaking us out."

Her eyes still not moving and her wide, manic grin now a knife-slash across her face, May said through bared teeth, "Call me a freak again. I dare you."

The air around May was growing hazy, and Ash had to take a step to the side to get away from the heat now rolling off of her. Whimpering, Chuey switched shoulders and scampered down Yellow's arm to get away from May.

As for Gary, he was trying to return the stare, but it was clear that he was breaking. Shimmering sweat had broken out across his brow, and the color was draining from his face.

"I…uh…forget this!" He abruptly turned away from her in a manner that probably was supposed to come off as dismissive, but it was clear how uncomfortable he now was. "I got better things to do to keep yawing with the loser's club, like claiming the Gym Leader's badge! Good luck on your journey, Ashy-boy! Try not to get eaten before I can humiliate you myself!" He waved a hand into the air. "Smell yah later!"

With that, the convertible revved it engine and took off, leaving Ash, Yellow, and May standing by themselves on the sidewalk.

Ash scowled after him, what little good mood he had built up now gone. Out of all the self-entitled, obnoxious, arrogant, cowardly jerks for them to run into, it had to be Gary!

"Stupid, slimy, punk-faced, ugly, annoying…" he muttered as his fingers clenched and unclenched over and over again.

Then Yellow said in a worried tone, "Uh, Ash?"

May still had yet to blink, and now she was staring down the road after Gary. Actual steam was rising from her body, and her eyes were starting to glow in a worrying fashion.

Ash looked down and gulped. The pavement of the sidewalk looked like it was getting soft around her feet, the concrete beginning to bubble.

"Uh, May?" he said. "You, uh…May?" He instinctively reached out with one hand toward her shoulder, only for Yellow to grab it and pull it back. Frowning, she locked eyes with him and shook her head.

Right. Touching May right now would probably be a very bad idea.

Fortunately, she seemed to have heard him, and finally closer her eyes. Inhaling deeply, she slowly breathed out a long sigh through her nose.

Her breath came out as white smoke.

"Whoa," Yellow said.

But it seemed to have done the trick. And when May opened her eyes again, she looked calmer, and the air no longer seemed to radiate with her fury.

"So," she said, folding her arms. "That was Gary, huh?"

Ash sighed. "Yup. That was Gary."

"Kind of a jerk, isn't he?" Yellow remarked.

"Kind of," May said dryly. She shook her head. "Ash, I don't know how the business with Misty will turn out, but no matter what happens, I want you to promise me something: you are going to humiliate that slimy little toad. Just embarrass him in front of everybody, and do it so badly that he can never, ever show his face again."

Ash managed a weak smile. He found the support touching, but May was kind of terrifying at the moment. "Th-That's the plan!"

"Good."

Without another word, May turned and power-walked down the street, moving again toward the PokeCenter.

The ground where she had been standing was now slightly warped into the shape of the bottoms of her shoes.

Ash and Yellow exchanged a look. Then Ash sighed and the two moved to follow.

"You know you have an erection, right?" Yellow remarked.

Oh crap, did he? Ash glanced down to see that, yup, the little guy was in fact standing at attention.

"Great," he mumbled, sticking his hand into his pocket to adjust himself into something less noticeable.

"Was that because of Gary?"

Pausing in his work, Ash shot her a withering look. "No, it's because of May. You of all people should understand that!"

Yellow's face twisted up in confusion. "But she wasn't sexy! She was…scary!"

"Well, she's kind of hot when she's scary, okay?"

"Uh…okay. Ash, I think you're developing a…really weird fetish."

There, now at least it was out of the way. "Shut up," Ash said, taking removing his hand from his pocket. "It's been a weird week." Then the two of them hurried to catch up to May, who was almost to the PokeCenter.

The Pewter City PokeCenter was somewhat smaller and less sleek than the one in Viridian City, and yet it was bustling in a way that its larger cousin wasn't.

People of all stripes were milling about, some lining up for the Healing Machines, some were seated at the PC's, some heading upstairs to make use of the trading and sparring facilities, some perusing the vending machines, and others just standing or sitting around talking. There were kids as young as Ash and his friends and people old enough to be their grandparents, and every age demographic in between. There were people dressed in casual everyday wear, there were people dressed in expensive formal wear, there were people dressed like punk rockers, like scientists, like blue-collared workers, like fashion models, and even a few kids in Pokemon costumes. A few had their Pokemon out and about as well, such a pair of children that were seated in a corner feeding a spoiled-looking Vulpix to one eccentric-looking gentleman being followed by an exceptionally ditzy-looking Exeggutor.

And then there were the PokeGirls, which were easily identifiable by how revealing their outfits were and the pure, unadulterated sensuality radiating off of them, but still in their own way were just as diverse as their trainers. The most common were the ones casually walking around in the buff, while those trussed up in various forms of bondage gear were also well-represented. But then there were also the ones with themes. One particularly edgy punk-rocker wearing a mesh shirt, sharp-pointed sunglasses, various piercings, and with his hair sticking straight up in a purple mohawk was surrounded by four girls wearing knee-high black boots, black booty-shorts, and open-fronted spiked leather jackets, and nothing else. An elegant middle-aged woman was sitting daintily in one of the chairs, being attended to by a number of girls in Playboy Bunny outfits. One dapper, and yet kind of tacky, man who could have been a mafia don or maybe just a pimp was slouching with three girls in nothing but expensive lingerie draped all over him.

"Wow, there are a lot of people here," Ash said as he stared at all the trainers, travelers, tourists, Pokemon, PokeGirls, and miscellaneous gathered inside.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you have a Gym Leader that's actually in town most of the time," May said. "Viridian City apparently goes through long periods of nothing followed by a few weeks of total chaos whenever their Gym Leader actually shows up or it's getting close to the League Tournament."

Ash frowned. "But Misty's not in her-"

Her eye twitching, May dug her heel into Ash's toe.

"Ow!"

Then he saw why, and bit back his retort.

Misty was walking toward the trio.

"There you are!" she said. Fortunately, she seemed quite chipper. "Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah!" Ash said. "Everything's fine. They gave us a stronger lotion and said we should be fine in a few days."

"The doctor told me to get naked and rubbed me down!" Yellow declared.

A middle-aged man in a suit that happened to be walking by nearly tripped. He regained his balance and hastened away.

Sighing, May pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yellow, you have got to learn what not to say in public."

"Oh, like you're anyone to talk," Misty said.

"Yeah, well, anyway, we also ran into Ash's best buddy, Gary. Gotta say, not a fan."

Misty sighed. "I know. I did too, right after I got here."

"You did?" Ash's face darkened. "What did he do?"

Misty waved the question off. "Tried to butter me up. I told him to stuff it. He got huffy and left."

"That does seem to be his MO," May mused. "Ash, remind me why you were friends with him again?"

Ash sighed. "He wasn't always that bad. He was just kind of snooty."

"Kind of…" May drawled.

"Are you going to take away his license?" Yellow asked. "I mean, you can, can't you-"

"No!" Misty, May, and Ash all said in unison.

Yellow blinked in surprise. "Okay. Wow."

"Look, some bad people need to be banned and blacklisted, sure," Misty said. "But jerks like Gary? No, banning him will just make him cry and complain and kick up a fuss. It won't teach him anything.

"But Ash completely and utterly destroying him in front of everyone?" May said with a savage grin. She squeezed her right hand into a tight fist, making the knuckles pop. "Oh, that will be so sweet."

"He'll never be able to show his face in town again!" Ash breathed in deep through his nose and let it out with a satisfied sigh, as if savoring some succulent scent.

Yellow's face twisted up in confusion. "I don't know. Seems way too chancy." She looked over to Misty. "And what happens at Cerulean? Will he have to fight you?"

"He would, but he has a car, so he'll probably get there before us," Misty said with a regretful sigh. "So he'll fight one of my sisters. I probably should just give him the Cascade Badge right now and save everyone the trouble."

"Are they that bad?"

"Well, let me put it this way: the last time I took a vacation, there was a line of people looking for an easy badge, and our PokeCenter emailed me personally to complain about how the lack of trainers needing to heal up was hurting their business." Then she looked over to Ash, her eyes shining. "And speaking of business, Ash! Come with me!"

"Huh? Why, what are-"

Misty grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him to a nearby desk.

"-uh, okay."

Pulling the chair out from the desk, Misty pushed Ash into the seat and slapped down a piece of paper and a pen.

"What's this?" Ash said, picking up the paper and quizzically looking it over. "Are you making me sign my soul away or…"

Then he saw what it said, and his back stiffened.

Blinking several times to confirm that he hadn't misread it, he looked up at Misty, who was grinning proudly down at him.

"No way."

"Uh, way!"

"But…how? I thought only professors could…"

Smirking, Misty sat onto the top of the desk and flirtatiously swung her legs back and forth. "What good is being a Gym Leader if you can't pull a few strings?"

The paper was an official Pokemon Trainer contract, detailing the rights and responsibilities Ash would have as a Indigo League-certified trainer, as while just about anyone could catch and train Pokemon, one needed to be officially registered in order to challenge for badges and compete in the tournament. Most of it was already filled out, mainly the part that required validation by an official League member and a Pokemon Professor. Misty had taken care of the former, while the rest was done by one Professor Bill Conifer, the friend Misty had mentioned earlier. All that was required was for Ash to fill out his personal information, contact details, and sign and date the bottom.

"This is amazing!" Ash was honestly touched. "Thank you so much!"

"Hey, it's the least I could do," Misty said. She stretched her leg out and nudged Ash with her foot. "Now just fill it out."

Nodding, Ash hastily got to work, filling in all his personal information. However, when he got to the part with his address and contact information, he froze.

"Uh, is something wrong?" Misty said, frowning in concern.

Ash winced. "I, uh, just realized that I still haven't called my mom," he said. "I mean, she already knew I was going on my Pokemon journey, but she probably heard about me showing up too late and then running off, so…"

"Oof, yeah, I can see why she'd be worried," Misty said sympathetically. "Okay, well, there's a video phone right over there. Let's get you all certified, and then you can call her."

Ash nodded and quickly filled out the remaining parts. Once done, he handed the contract back to Misty.

"Great! Now, let me see your PokeDex. Since it's used, I'm going to have to reset and reregister it."

"Okay." Ash reached into his pack and pulled out the PokeDex Nurse Joy had given him. "Here you go."

Misty took both and went over to the PC's. When she came back, instead of the contract she was holding a small plastic card.

"Here you go!" she said, handing both it and the PokeDex to Ash. "Congratulations, you are now officially a Pokemon trainer!"

Grinning, Ash took both. There he was, with his name and Nidoran and Tangela showing up on his listed team. "Finally! Now I can…"

His voice trailed off when he saw the photo on the ID. He sighed.

"You had to use this picture, didn't you?" he said.

"What? Whaaaaaat?" Misty said, leaning over his shoulder and playfully pressing her cheek to his. "I told you to smile! Besides, I think I got your good side!"

Shaking his head, Ash put the PokeDex away. Oh well, the important thing was that he had an ID. It didn't matter how silly his picture looked.

Then he saw something else. "Uh, Misty?" he said. "You're, uh, you're not on the team here. Does that mean…?"

"Oh, that! Well, obviously we have to keep that little detail under wraps until we get back to Cerulean City. In the meantime though, Bill fixed it so that I won't show up on your trainer information or take up any team slots! And when I get home, it won't be a problem anymore."

Maybe not, but it was a reminder that Ash's time with Misty was now limited, which was pretty sobering. He had come to grips with the idea that she would be leaving him soon. After all, he couldn't possibly keep a Gym Leader with him. There was no way that would work. And forcing her to stay as a PokeGirl would just make her unhappy, and there was no way he could do that to her.

But still, he was going to miss her, and even with Nidoran and Tangela (who hopefully would have learned to trust him by then) and any other Pokemon he would have caught by then along, it was going to be lonely without her and May.

Maybe I can convince Yellow to come along, he thought. Surely now that they were friends again, she would…but no. She had made it clear that she saw a different path for herself. Besides, he had already been planning on doing his journey alone. He was just going back to Plan A, that was all.

"Good idea," he said before Misty could notice his hesitation.

Then he had a disturbing thought.

"So…does this just work on you, or on PokeGirls in general?"

At this, Misty grinned. "Why?" she said, giving him a teasing poke to the nose. "Planning on building yourself a little harem anyway when I'm gone?"

"N-No! Of course not! I mean, it's not like I could even…I'm just curious, that's all!"

Misty rolled her eyes. "Well, it's easier to do a blanket disguise then find a way to exclude just one person, so yes, any PokeGirls you catch aren't going to show up. Once I'm released, I'll call Bill, and he'll fix it so you'll have a normal team list for a kid." She leaned in close. "But of course, you're not going to be catching anymore PokeGirls, are you?"

"Of course not!" Ash said indignantly. "I just wanted to know the rules, that's all!"

Though the truth was, he was actually more concerned about another human ball, one that was nestled by itself in his jacket pocket. Inside was the Rocket Grunt. He really needed to find a way to get rid of her.

He ought to go to the police…but no. If the Viridian City police were crooked, who was to say that these ones could be trusted? For all he knew, they'll just free her and capture him and his friends out of revenge.

But if he did nothing, he was going to be walking around with her trapped forever, and that just didn't sit right with him. Sure, she was an evil criminal that had tried to do awful things to him and May, but nobody deserved that!

"Um, Ash?" Misty waved a hand in front of his face. "You kind of zoned out there. You're not taking the whole 'harem' thing seriously, are you?"

"No way!" Ash said hastily. He shook himself out of his reverie and hastily gathered up his PokeDex and new ID card. "Oh, uh, Misty? Thank you. I mean it."

"No problem!" Misty said with a wink. "Just promise me that you'll make me proud."

"I will!"

Then boldness struck Ash, and before he could change his mind, he turned his head and planted a kiss on Misty's cheek.

Misty blinked in surprise. Then she grinned. "Why, you scoundrel!" She leaned in and kissed him back.

On the mouth.

Ash's eyes bulged wide as Misty's mouth covered his, and then drooped down, his face relaxing. He kissed her back, his mouth responding to hers, letting her lead but eager to follow.

The next thing Ash knew, Misty was sitting in his lap, facing him with her legs straddling him to either side. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed in, deepening the kiss. Feeling his heart began to race, Ash found his hands sliding around to rest on her butt, pulling her in.

And then, before things could continue further, he heard someone chuckle.

Both of them feeling bleary and addled with lust, they parted and turned their heads. Standing there was the man dressed as a sleazy pimp, with greasy hair, a loud green-and-purple suit, and quite a lot of gaudy jewelry. He was leading around his trio of lingerie-clad PokeGirls walking around on all fours by leashes fixed to collars around their necks.

The man leered at the two horny children and flashed them a bright smile and a thumb's-up. "That's right, kids," he said. "Go get you some!"

Confused, Ash and Misty looked at each other only to realize what a compromising position they had put themselves in, and in public no less! Blushing with embarrassment, Misty hastily leapt off of Ash and turned away with an awkward cough.

Snickering, the man shot them a lazy salute and left.

Ash took off his hat and ran his shaking fingers through his hair. Man, that had been something else.

"Sorry about that," Misty mumbled.

Ash sighed. "It's…okay. I mean, I kind of started it."

"Still. That wasn't…" Then Misty sighed. "Never mind. Let's get back to the rest."

To Ash's chagrin, both May and Yellow were grinning widely at them as they approached. "So," May said. "Credit where it's due. Most people sneak off to the restroom or the janitor's closet to do that." She licked her thumb and pressed it against her own butt. Actual steam hissed up in response.

"Do they?" Yellow wondered out loud. "I mean, no one else is."

She pointed to one well-dressed middle-aged woman who was sitting in one of the lobby couches, a pair of teenaged PokeGirls cuddled up to her. She had her arms draped around the two, her hands idly fingers their nipples, while a third PokeGirl was down on all fours in front of her, her head deep into the lady's skirt.

"Yeah, but those are PokeGirls," May said dismissively. "Everyone does it with PokeGirls."

"Yeah, but isn't Misty a…" Seeing the glowers Misty was sending her, Yellow winced and shut up. "Right. Under wraps. Got it."

Ash straightened out his shirt and sighed. His erection was still painfully hard, and likely would be so until they got out of there.

"Anyway, what was that all about?" May said, entwining her fingers behind her neck.

"Oh, right! Look who's officially registered now!" Ash proudly showed them his new ID card.

May and Yellow took one look at it and burst out laughing. "Ash? You look like you're trying to catch bugs with your mouth!" Yellow said.

Ash scowled. "Ha-Ha. She surprised me, okay?" He put the ID card back into his wallet. "And the important thing is that now I'm an official trainer."

"By the way, what does your picture look like, Yellow?" May asked.

"Oh, much better! Look!"

Yellow held up an ID card of her own. Ash, May, and Misty all leaned in to see.

Then Misty snorted.

Unlike Ash, Yellow knew that the photo was coming and was ready. But it was no less funny. She was grinning from ear-to-ear, with her chin tilted up and her eyes squeezed shut in such a way that it made it look like her mouth was twice as large as it actually was. In fact, looked less like a face and more like a giant, toothy smile with a tiny nose peeking out of the top, framed by tufts of yellow hair.

"Um," Ash said, unsure if Yellow had taken such a goofy photo or not. "That is…"

"Adorable!" May squealed. "All right, pack it up, it's over. The gold standard of ID photos has been set!"

Yellow beamed, flashing as toothy a grin as her photo.

Shaking his head, Ash smiled and put his new ID card away. That Yellow. Back home, no matter how odd she might be, one could never say that having her around was at all boring. Mom used to say-

Then Ash smacked himself in the temple. "Oh, right!"

All three girls turned to him. "Huh?"

"I gotta go call my mom!"

Yellow's face fell in disappointment. "You mean you still haven't? Ash! That's mean!"

"Well, I didn't mean to! I would've called her in Viridian City if…all that hadn't gone down!"

"All right, all right, relax," Misty said, coming up behind Ash and laying her hands on his shoulders. She pointed to one wall, where there was a line of video phones. "Just call her right now."

Ash nodded. He was about to head over, only to hesitate. "But…What do I say? She's going to be so upset!"

"She'll be more upset if you don't call her. Just, you know, be sure to apologize and grovel a lot!" Then Misty blinked. "Oh wait, do we get to meet her?"

At this, Ash cheered some. "Of course you do! She'd love to meet you guys. And I'm sure she'd be happy to see Yellow again!"

May made a face. "Parents? I don't know…"

"Oh, come on!" Yellow said, taking her by the hand. "Ash's mom is great! You'll like her, I promise."

"If you say so…"

"Um, yeah, but first…" Misty held up a finger, drawing everyone's attention.

"What's wrong?" Ash asked.

"We really need to work out what we're going to tell her and be sure we've got our story straight," Misty said. "Because there's a few details she absolutely cannot know about, and we can't risk accidentally slipping."

Ash winced. "Oooh, good point. Okay, let's see…"

…

Delia Ketchum tried not to be a worrier. She tried not to fuss and fidget about the men in her family's single-minded fascination with the various powerful and dangerous creatures that inhabited their world. She tried to keep an open mind about how drawn they were to actually going out into the world and capturing said creatures for the purpose of battle.

But dang it, she had literally met her husband when he had gravely injured himself while doing just that! And while he had eventually done the smart thing and decided to settle down for a much safer life as a husband and provider, Ash had inherited so much from him, something that his father's many stories of his wild and dangerous adventures had done nothing to quell.

Still, Ash's life was his own, and if it was his dream to become a Pokemon trainer, then Delia was going to support him. Was she also going to offer many tidbits of advice and practical suggestions to ensure his safety? Of course! But she was going to support him.

But keeping that mindset was kind of hard after finding out that Ash had shown up too late to Sam's lab to get his own starter Pokemon and had run away in tears, less than an hour before a violent storm had rampaged over the countryside.

No one had seen him since.

That was the hardest part, the not knowing. If Ash had simply received a starter as expected, been properly equipped by Samuel, and headed out as planned, then sure, Delia would be worried about him; any mother would! But this? This was something different. For all she knew, he had run away in shame, or gotten hit by lightning, or attacked by a wild Pokemon with no Pokemon with which to defend himself, or contracted pneumonia, or any other cruel fates.

She tried to tell herself that he was fine, that he had acquired his first Pokemon through other means and was now happily roaming the countryside, scaring up Weedles and Pidgeys. The police had said that there had been nobody found in the surrounding area, and there certainly was nothing large enough around that could kill a ten-year-old boy and leave no trace. So he was probably fine. So what if he hadn't contacted her? He probably wasn't even at Viridian City yet!

Even though it was, at most, two days away.

Sure. He was taking his time. Boys liked to explore. That had to be it.

In the meantime, she still had her own responsibilities to see to. The Pallet House restaurant wasn't going to run itself, and it wouldn't do to let it go to waste. Besides, submerging herself in familiar routine would surely help keep her mind off Ash and all the terrible things that could be happening to him.

While checking the phone and her messages every few minutes, praying that there would be some word from him. The police had promised to notify her the second there was any sign of him. So sooner or later, she would hear from him. Sooner or later…

"Delly!" Catherine called from the back. "Your kid's on the phone for you!"

Delia was in the back office in seconds. Sure enough, on the big video phone on the wall, there was Ash.

"Oh, my God!" Delia blurted out. "Ash, are you okay? Baby, what happened? Where have you been?"

"Mom, I'm okay, I'm okay," Ash was quick to reassure her. "I'm in Pewter City, and I'm fine!"

"Pewter City? What are…" Then Delia blinked. "Ash, what happened to you? You look…"

Ash did look he had been through a rough time, which was miles better than dead, but still not good enough for Delia. His skin was a shade or two darker than it had been, and not from a tan. It actually looked like he had gotten a really bad sunburn, leaving him on the raw side.

"Toasted? Yeah, I know," Ash said with an embarrassed laugh. "I had a little accident with a Pikachu."

"A Pikachu? Wait, do you mean-"

"Hi, Delia!" The exuberant face of little Yellow Amy Nelson suddenly popped into view. And sure enough, there was a Pikachu riding on her shoulder.

"Yellow? Is that you? Wow, so…" Delia suddenly felt the need to sit down. Plopping down into a nearby chair, she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay. Ash. I am so very glad to see that you're okay, but please explain where you've been! They told me that you showed up too late to get a Pokemon from Professor Oak and ran off almost a week ago, and I haven't heard from you since! What happened to you? Why haven't you called?"

Ash winced at that. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to make you worry. But after, uh, that thing at the lab, I ended up catching a Pokemon on my own, so I decided to just get going on my journey. But when I got to Viridian City, their PokeCenter had been damaged in the storm and was closed, and since the Gym Leader was out of town I just decided to keep moving."

Delia's head was reeling. "Ash, don't they have payphones?"

"I, uh, didn't think of that. I'm sorry, it was a crazy day."

"And you left all your stuff! Have you been sleeping on rocks? What have you been eating?"

"It's okay, Delia!" Yellow chimed in. "I ran into him pretty quickly, and we both stocked up before leaving Viridian City. He just had a bad start, that's all."

"I…" Sighing, Delia pressed her fingertips to her forehead. Well, at least those two were friends again. Things had definitely gotten awkward when they had started fighting. "All right. I'll try not to fuss. But you have to understand, I'm still a mother."

"I know, I know," Ash said, clearly disappointed in himself. "I promise I'll call whenever I can from now on."

Delia refrained from saying that he'd better. Honestly, he had just so much of his father's headstrong determination in him, something she both admired and was greatly frustrated by.

"All right," she said again. "I'm just glad that you're all right, and that you're looking after each other."

"Better than all right! Check this out!"

Ash reached for something on his belt, and a moment later light condensed in his arms, forming a small, purple creature with large ears and a spiny back.

"Nido?" it inquired, clearly unsure of what was going on.

"This is my new friend!" Ash proudly. "Nidoran, meet my mom!"

He moved his arms in closer, and the Nidoran inquisitively leaned forward and placed its forepaws against the screen, its nose twitching. "Nidoran!"

Delia couldn't help but smile. "Hello, Nidoran! Thank you for taking care of my son."

"Ni!"

"And I also caught a Tangela as well!" Ash said. "Unfortunately I can't bring it out, since it's still pretty banged up and we haven't had a turn at the Healing Machines yet."

Then an unfamiliar voice offscreen said, "Hey, Ash. When are you gonna introduce us? I wanna meet your mom!"

"Oh, right! Sorry."

Delia blinked in surprise. Who was that?

Then two young, pretty girls moved into view, one a spunky-looking redhead in a yellow tanktop and suspender shorts and the other a bright-eyed brunette in a red shirt and a white skirt with a red bandanna tied around her head.

"Mom, this is Misty and May! We ran into them right before reaching Viridian City, and we've been traveling together ever since!"

"Hello, Mrs. Ketchum!" said the redhead, whom Ash had called Misty, with a friendly wave.

"Nice to meet you!" said May, the brunette.

At this, Delia's brow rose. "My, my, my!" she said. "Well, this is a nice surprise! A pleasure to meet you as well! Are you two junior trainers as well?"

"Uh, she is," May said. "I'm just here for the fun."

Fun indeed. Delia's eyes flitted from May, to Misty, and then to Yellow. More of the tension began to leave her, to be replaced with wry amusement and a small amount of pride. Well, it would seem that in addition to his headstrong determination, love of Pokemon, and starry-eyed desire for adventure, Ash had also inherited his father's boyish charms. Good for him!

"Well, I'm very happy to hear that my son is in the care of such capable looking young ladies," Delia said. "I hope you're taking good care of him!"

"You know it!" May suddenly looped an arm around Ash's neck and pulled him in close. "This knucklehead would be helpless without us!"

"Hey, get off of me!" Ash squirmed out of her grasp and glowered at her in indignation. "I saved your butt just as often as you've saved mine!"

"Saved?" Delia's brow rose. "From what?"

Ash froze. "Uh…"

"Angry Tangela!" Yellow chimed in. "It was a whole thing. But Ash caught it!"

"Yeah, that was crazy," Misty said with a solemn nod.

"I…" Delia breathed out again. "Okay. I already said that I trust you to take care of yourself, and all you clearly have each other's backs. So, I guess I'll be sleeping better tonight."

"Thanks, Mom," Ash said. "We'll be safe, I promise!"

Then May placed her hands on Misty and Yellow's shoulders. "Come on, girls. Let's give the Ketchums some space."

"Okay!" Yellow waved. "Bye, Delia! It was great seeing you again!"

When the girls were gone, Delia locked eyes with her son, who immediately winced.

"Um, I really am sorry I made you worry," he said. "I didn't mean to leave you in the dark."

"Ash, it's fine," Delia said with a small smile. "Yes, I would've appreciated all call, but I know how crazy those first few days are." She paused, and added, "And I am proud of you. You bumped back from a major setback, got right back on track, and made two new friends and reconnected with an old one!"

"Yeah, that was surprising," Ash admitted. "I ran into Yellow right outside of Viridian Forest. It was…pretty awkward at first, but after we teamed up to take down that Tangela, I guess we just started clicking again like we used to. Then we talked it out."

"Well, that's really good to hear," Delia said. "I know you were upset, but I could tell that you missed her." She then raised an eyebrow. "So…?"

"Huh?"

Leaning forward with a knowing smile, Delia steepled her fingers in front of her face and said, "When I last heard of you, you were heading off on your own. Now you've got three lovely young ladies hanging off of you!"

Even with his face already red from his accident, Ash's blush was visible. "Mom!"

"I mean you did seem pretty close! And don't think I didn't notice how you were looking at them."

"It's not like that! We're just friends!"

"Mmmm, if you say so." If that was what he really thought, then Delia would just let him find out on his own. "But do promise that you'll take care of yourself, and I don't just mean staying safe. Make sure you're eating right, keeping clean, and wear a clean pair of underwear every day!"

Ash sighed, but he nodded.

"Oh, and before I forget…" Delia waggled her eyebrows. "Have fun, but not too much fun."

"Mom!"

…

"Well, she seems real nice!" May said as she and the other girls walked away from Ash.

"She is!" Yellow said. "I missed talking to her."

Misty sighed.

"Something wrong?" May asked.

"Not really. It's just, you know." Misty shrugged. "Junior trainer."

May laughed, and looped an arm around Misty's shoulders. "Oh, don't take it personally. You were always an anomaly, and she has no way of knowing."

"I know, it's just…um…" Misty squirmed in discomfort. "It would be nice…to be…recognized."

May tilted her head and frowned. "Uh, you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just…." She breathed out. "PokeGirl hormones. Your touch."

"My touch?" Then May grinned. "Oooh, right. I remember what that was like!" She removed her arm.

"Huh?" Yellow said, blinking.

"PokeGirls get horny really easily," May told her. "Plus, when there's a bunch of us together, we tend to give off pheromones that only other PokeGirls pick up on. You get used to it, but it's pretty intense your first few times." She turned to Misty. "You must be leaking pretty badly right now."

Misty shot her a dirty look. "Not yet," she mumbled. But she wasn't far off.

That was when Ash jogged up to join them. "Hey," he said. "Thanks for helping me out there."

"No problem!" May said. "And I'm not the biggest fan of parents, but you mom is okay."

"Just okay?"

"Trust me, it's a big compliment coming from her," Misty muttered. "So, everything good back home then?"

"Yeah, it's fine, thankfully," Ash said with a relieved sigh.

Then Yellow tugged on his sleeve.

"There's a Healing Machine open!" she said, pointing. "Let's drop our Pokemon off."

Fortunately, while the PokeCenter was certainly busy, it wasn't overwhelmed, and the children had no problem reaching the Healing Machines.

"Here you go!" Yellow said, handing the nurse on duty a tray with her Metapod and Pidgeotto's pokeballs.

"Thank you!" the nurse said, taking them. Then she took notice on Chuey, who was seated on Yellow's shoulder. "But does your Pikachu need any treatment?"

"Oh, Chuey doesn't like being in a pokeball," Yellow said, reaching up to scratch Chuey's neck. "So I keep it healthy with potions and plenty of backrubs!"

"Pika!" Chuey said happily.

"Hmmm, well, if you say so," the nurse said dubiously. "But you know that potions are no replacement for a full healing session, and there are problems that they can't take care of."

At this, Chuey scowled. "Pika-pi!" it growled in indignation.

"Very well, point taken," the nurse said with a small chuckle. Then she turned to Ash, who also had a tray with Nidoran and Tangela's pokeballs ready. "And thank you, young man. We'll have these ready for you in no time."

Ash didn't hand her the tray. He just stared.

"Um, is…something wrong?" the nurse said, tilting her head.

"Nurse Joy?" Ash gawked. "Is that you?"

It had to be! The young woman working the counter looked exactly like Nurse Joy: same face, same pink hair, same height, same dress.

Same flawless skin, same stunning figure that her PokeCenter uniform and apron only barely hid, same radiant smile, same ethereal beauty and aura of warm kindness…

Ash shook his head. Man, all the naked girls he was spending time around was really messing with his head.

"Hmmm?" Nurse Joy tilted her head. "I'm sorry, but have we met?"

Oh man, it was just like Misty had said! She had been brainwiped, and…sent to Pewter City for some reason! How was he supposed to-

"Oh, wait a minute!" She chuckled. "You met someone that looks like me in another city, didn't you?"

"Uh…yeah? In Viridian City?"

"Oh, you met my sister!"

"…I beg your pardon?"

Snickering, Misty walked up to him. "The Joy family pretty much runs the PokeCenter business," she said. "You can find a member of that family working every single PokeCenter in Kanto!"

"And many outside it!" Nurse Joy said proudly.

Ash blinked. "And you all look the same?"

"Strong genetics! And we're not the only ones. The Jenny family has a proud tradition of serving in law enforcement. You'll find one of them working the police force of every city as well."

"It's a little odd at first, but you get used to it," Misty told him.

"I…oh. Uh, okay." Ash shook his head. Well, that was…weird, but not the weirdest thing he had encountered the last few days.

Then he had a thought. "So, uh, how is your sister doing?" he said. "I mean, she was really nice when we visited her, so…"

"How considerate of you! Unfortunately, she's feeling a bit under the weather at the moment. Just as well though, as the Viridian City PokeCenter suffered a bit of some damage in that storm a few days ago and had to shut down. Still, at least she'll have some time to rest."

"Oh. But…she's still doing okay, right?"

"Oh, certainly. Probably just a flu. We Joys have pretty strong immune systems, but we still get sick on occasion," said the new Nurse Joy. She then smiled. "In the meantime, how can I help you?"

"Oh, right!" Ash handed her the tray. "Well, this one's my Nidoran, and it just needs to be freshened up." Then he tapped Tangela's pokeball. "But this Tangela here needs something extra."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"Because it's totally coocoo!" May chimed in.

Ash winced. "We found it in Viridian Forest, and it…wasn't well. We're pretty sure it was sick, but also it was going all crazy, attacking trainers, and kidnapping their PokeGirls."

"Hmmm?" Nurse Joy's brow furrowed. "A wild Pokemon kidnapping PokeGirls? What was it doing to them?"

"Nothing! It would just put them to sleep and sort of just lay them in a row! It had this crazy lair full of junk and weird carvings on the walls." Ash dug into his pocket. Before they had moved on from the Tangela's lair, he had made sure to go back and get plenty of pictures.

"See? It was like this!"

"Well, that is certainly very odd behavior," Nurse Joy said, rifling through the photographs. Her face twisted up when she got to the one of the carvings on the cave.

"Can you make anything of them?" May asked.

"Well, not really. I mean, this looks like it was trying to imitate a trainer's ID card, but it's…" Nurse Joy shook her head. "Well, this is probably not for me to figure out, as I'm not detective. But this guy would definitely need to be looked at."

"We think it probably had been abused by a former trainer," May said. "And it just sort of snapped."

"That's definitely a possibility. A sad possibility, but a very probable one." Sighing, Nurse Joy took the tray. "Okay, we'll give it a full scan and see what we can come up with."

"How long will that take?" Ash asked.

"About six hours."

Ash jerked. "Six hours? B-But it only took…" He glanced over to Misty, who shot him a warning look, and he quickly amended his story. "But my friend had a PokeGirl who was almost killed by a lightning strike, and it only took them one hour to completely heal her!"

"Yes, but that was just restoring damaged tissue to its previous state," Nurse Joy explained. "Here, we have to scan it fully molecule by molecule to see what we can determine what it's been through and what mental ailments it might have, and that's on top of fixing anything afterward. I assume that since you managed to catch it, it was roughened up a little before?"

At this, Ash sighed. "Yeah. Poisoned, paralyzed, and burned."

"And it looked really sick before all that!" Yellow added. "Like, it was all gross and yellow and was dripping slime everywhere."

"For a Tangela, that's not a good sign. So I'm afraid this will take some time. Do you have a trainer's ID?"

"Oh, yeah!" Ash slid it over to her. "Right here."

"Good." Nurse Joy scanned it. "There. Now, you're from out of town, aren't you? Are you staying anywhere we can contact you?"

"Not yet," Ash sighed as he stuck his ID back into his wallet. "But we'll be by on time!"

"That's good to hear." Nurse Joy then nudged Tangela's pokeball with her finger. "Still, should you be staying somewhere with a phone number, please give us a call so we can know how to contact you if I have to. And thank you for bringing this by. Any Pokemon that has been hurt to that point needs all the help it can get."

Misty frowned, but said nothing.

"No problem!" Ash and his friends started for the door. "I hope you can help it."

"We will!" Nurse Joy waved to them. "Have a nice day!"

…

Trainer Hotels were a common feature in any sizeable town with a gym. As the name implied, they catered to traveling trainers, providing a temporary respite from their journey, a place to rest up before continuing on, a place to stay while training up to battle the local Gym Leader, a place with a real bed and a hot shower.

To tell the truth, Ash was a little nervous when he and his friends approached the front counter. After all, hotels were expensive, and they probably wouldn't rent a room to a bunch of kids anyway. But to his surprise, a four bed, two bath room for the four of them turned out to be surprisingly affordable once he, Misty, and Yellow had presented their trainer licenses, though he had a feeling that Misty's fancy ID might have knocked a fair bit off the price.

Regardless, when they opened the door to their room, they found themselves liking what they saw. The room was obviously designed for a traveling party, with four comfortable-looking sleeping mats on the ground, a television surrounded by chairs in one corner, and a video phone on the wall. There was a town map on the wall that marked places of special interest to trainers, framed pictures of various landmarks and the surrounding landscape, and another map detailing the countryside around Pewter City and what species of Pokemon could be found there.

One photograph in particular drew Ash's attention. It was of the front of the Pewter City Gym. Sitting cross-legged in front of it was none other than Brock Harrison, the local Gym Leader, still shirtless and with his hands resting on his knees, a serious expression on his face, though it looked like his eyes were shut for some reason. Maybe he was meditating.

Surrounding him were various rock-type Pokemon. In addition to the Golem Ash had already seen, he also saw a massive Onix rearing up behind Brock, a glowering Rhydon with its stubby fingers clenched into fists, and…wow, was that a Kabutops? While the cloning of extinct Pokemon was a known practice, the technology was still in its infancy and had a spotty success rate. Pokemon that were properly cloned and healthy were exceedingly rare, so the fact that Brock had even one was one heck of a status symbol.

In addition to the heavy-hitters, there were also a few unevolved counterparts, such as a flexing Geodude and a surly-looking Rhyhorn, no doubt for lower-leveled trainers. And seated to either side in front of the posing Pokemon were six PokeGirls, all of them muscular and athletic, and all of them dressed in a manner that could only be described as Cavewoman Princess. They had on studded bikini tops of black leather and fur loincloths held up by iron belts, and around each of their necks was a spiked collar.

"Oooh, pretty!" Yellow said, coming up beside Ash to stare at the picture.

"Who, him?" Ash said, pointing at Brock.

"No, silly! His PokeGirls! They're so…buff!"

"You kinda have to be if you're throwing around rocks all day," May remarked as she slipped her pack from her shoulders. Raising her arms up behind her head, she closed her eyes and arched her back, making the vertebrae pop. "Oh, that feels good!"

"When are you going to challenge?" Yellow asked Ash.

"Maybe tomorrow," Ash said. "The day after at the latest."

"Can I come? I'm probably not going to take a swing this time around, but I want to know what he's like."

"Sure!" Then Ash looked over to the video phone. He'd better give the PokeCenter a call and let them know the number he could be reached at.

It was a short call, and when he hung up he turned to the girls.

"Okay, so, what do you all want to do now?" he asked.

"Nothing, at least not until I've had a shower," Misty said, moving quickly to one of the bathrooms. "Dibs!"

"Hang on, I'll join you!" May said, running after her.

"What? You don't even like water!"

"No, I get weak in water, there's a difference! So it's perfect if I'm planning on taking a long nap afterward!"

The door slammed, leaving Ash and Yellow alone in the room.

"Uh, okay," Ash said, blinking.

Yellow placed Chuey down, and the little Pikachu bounded over to one of the mats and curled up on the blanket with a happy sigh.

"You know they're going to have sex in there, right?" Yellow said, as blunt as ever.

Ash sighed. "Thank you, I had figured." Then he looked over to the other bathroom. "Well, I guess we can take turns. You can go first."

Yellow rolled her eyes. "Oh please. It's nothing either of us have seen before."

"Huh? But-"

Yellow came up behind him and gave him a shove. "Come on, stop being such a baby."

"I'm not being a baby!" Ash protested as he was pushed into the vacant bathroom. "It's called being a gentleman!"

Yellow shut the door. "Well, a gentleman would know that the lady is going to need help lotioning her back after, just like the lady knows that the gentleman is going to need help with his!"

"I…fine." Whatever. Ash was too tired to argue. Besides, she did have a point. The two of them had searched a dark and dangerous forest and battled a deranged Pokemon together while naked.

Then again, that had been a desperate life-or-death situation. Taking a shower together felt a little more…intimate.

Right?

Ash frowned. Come to think of it, the thought of bathing with Yellow wasn't flustering him all that much at all, not like it would have if it were Misty or May. Sure, she was cute, but he just didn't find her particularly alluring, and he had already seen her naked several times over the last few days. She just didn't do it for him, and he was pretty sure the disinterest was mutual.

Huh.

The bathroom was surprisingly spacious, with two shower cubicles at either side of the far wall and a pink bathtub nestled in an alcove in-between. The floor itself was tiled with a drain, and a small stool sat in the middle, so that two people could wash each other's backs. There were a couple of sinks on the wall next to the door. Towels hung from racks on the wall to the left and to the right, and right next to the door was a laundry chute.

"Is that one of those quick-cleaning laundry thingies?" Yellow said, pointing to the chute. "The ones that have your clothes all cleaned and dried in like ten minutes?"

"Looks like," Ash said. That was a relief. He didn't have any clean clothes to change into (probably should take care of that soon) and didn't relish the idea of having to put on his stinky, grimy, sweaty outfit right after getting clean. Thankfully, Trainer Hotels were all owned and operated by the League, and they spared no expense in providing traveling trainers with every amenity that they needed.

The two stripped down, Yellow matter-of-factly pulling her tunic off while Ash unbuckled his belt. As he dropped his pants, he watched Yellow out of the corner of his eye.

She continued to undress, shucking off her pants as well. As she did, Ash noticed that she was eyeing him as well.

Sighing, Ash shrugged off his jacket, unstrapped and removed his gloves, and peeled off his shirt. When his head popped out, he saw Yellow standing in nothing but her panties, staring at him.

"What?" he said, feeling just a little self-conscious.

"I think the new lotion's helping," she remarked. "Your skin is way less flaky than it was before."

Ash blinked.

Then he rolled his eyes and pushed his boxers off while Yellow slipped out of her panties. The two of them then bundled up their clothes and dropped them into the chute.

"Okay," Yellow said when that was done. "Now we're naked."

"Yup," Ash said with a nod.

"Only it's just the two of us this time."

Ash crossed his arms over his chest. "Uh-huh."

"And May and Misty are probably making out in the other bathroom right now."

Ash swallowed. "Y-Yeah."

Yellow glanced down. "Your penis just kinda twitched."

Ash sighed. "Can you, like, stop remarking on my dick every time you see it?"

"Well, it did."

"You brought up them making out, not me!"

"Do you want to join them?"

"Do you?" Ash threw back at her.

"Yes."

"Well, I do too, then!"

"Should we?"

"Nope!"

"I didn't think so either." Yellow then glanced around the room. "So…what should we do now?"

"We're in a bathroom, aren't we? Well, let's clean up!"

As Yellow undid her braid, Ash went over to one of the shower cubicles. It was doorless, so he just stepped inside and inspected the shower nozzle.

It was detachable, hanging on a mount while trailing a long, segmented cord, probably for use if two people wanted to wash each other outside. He took it down and looked it over. There seemed to be a few different settings in regards to the water pressure, as well as a trigger button.

Hmmm.

He twisted the shower on and waited for the water to warm up. Then he gave the shower a couple experimental sprays.

Then he smirked.

"Hey, Yellow?" he said, stepping out of the cubicle.

Yellow peeked out of the other shower cubicle, her hair already wet. "Hmmm?"

Then Ash lifted the shower nozzle and sprayed her right in the face. "Think fast!"

…

As tired as she was, Misty wasn't blind. She knew full well May's reasons for insisting on joining her and what she expected.

Sure enough, as soon as the door latch clicked, May pounced, seizing Misty from behind in her slender arms and holding onto her tight. Growling with need, May pressed her lips to where Misty's neck met her shoulder, planting hot kisses over the freckled skin.

Despite herself, Misty couldn't help but let out a needy moan. May's ministrations had been hard enough to resist even before becoming a PokeGirl, but now, after having her sex drive skyrocket, after tramping through Viridian Forest for days, when the only spots of relief that she had where when she had found time to steal off by herself for some privacy, and after immersing herself in the haze of eroticism given off by all those PokeGirls she had passed, from seeing their bare bodies and breathing in their scent, just summoning up the will to turn May down was driving her mad.

But she had to. She couldn't let herself be with May, or anyone. Not after what had happened.

"May, no," she whimpered. "S-Stop."

"Mmmm. Don't wanna." May slid her tongue up Misty's neck, leaving a warm trail of saliva, and closed her teeth down on Misty's ear.

Oh, it felt so good, and there was nothing Misty wanted to do right then than to tear both of their clothes off, throw May to the floor, and fuck her until they were both too sore to move, to mark her with her teeth and taste every centimeter of her warm, yielding flesh.

But she couldn't. "May, no!" Summoning up enough willpower to crack through the mist of arousal that was enveloping her mind, she managed to squirm her arms free of May's and pushed the older girl off.

It did no good. May was immediately on her again, pushing Misty back until she was pressed up against the wall.

"Come on, my Seafoam Princess," May said, licking her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with lust. "You need this as much as I do."

"But-" The rest of Misty's protest was cut off when May pressed her mouth against hers. One of May's hands snaked around Misty's front, caressing the bare skin of her midriff, and then slid down to sink her fingers into Misty's rear, while the other glided up Misty's stomach, tracing her fingertips over the slight mounds of her abs, and slipped in under her shirt.

This was bad. Misty could feel herself giving in, could feel the lust haze enveloping her mind. Her tongue was already squirming against May's, her body surrendering to May's touch. If this went on much longer, then she would lose herself completely.

And then…

At Misty's instruction, May shoved her hand down the front of Misty's shorts, into her underwear, firmly seizing her tingling sex.

May's hands were moving in opposite directions, one going up to push Misty's shirt up over her chest, the maneuvering around Misty's thigh to cup her mound, squeezing her through her shorts.

And then…

Misty lunged up out of the water, seizing Ash's face with both hands, kissing him deep and kissing him hard.

Their mouths were moving in sync, their tongues twisting through the steps of a well-practiced dance. Misty could taste May's warm saliva, and knew that May could taste hers.

And then…

With no thought to foreplay or finesse, May went straight for the grand finale, spreading the moistening lips of Misty's cunt and shoving her fingers deep inside.

May's hand tightened over Misty's mound, the pressure and friction causing Misty to nearly melt with desire. Her panties were getting damp with arousal, her clit stiff and throbbing hard.

And then…

She was so close now. Her quivering entrance was hovering over Ash's cockhead, as eager to receive as he was to give. All she had to do was push herself down over him, and he would be hers, he would be thrusting into her, filling her.

The hand on Misty's groin fumbled around until it managed to undo her shorts' button. From there it seized the zipper and yanked it down, opening Misty up. May's hand then moved inside, pushing Misty's moist panties, giving her access to Misty's aching sex. Just a little bit longer and May would be inside her.

And then…

Just as Misty came, just as the orgasm shuddered its way through her body, she felt something leave her, something more than the warm wave of pleasure, something more than her wet arousal now flooding May's palm, but something hot and sparking. Before she knew what it was, she heard May yelp in pain and immediately yank her hand back as if she had been burned.

And then…

The tip of Ash's cock was pressing up into Misty's swollen, aching pussy, reading to thrust into her just as she had thrust her tongue into him. But as she readied herself for that plunge, Ash abruptly went stiff in her arms, as if something had pricked him. A moment later he went completely slack, slumping lifelessly against her.

"STOP!" Misty yanked her head away from May and shoved hard against her friend's chest with both hands.

May stumbled back, regained her footing, and stood there blinking in surprise, a hurt look on her face.

"Misty?" she said.

"I…" Oh, sweet Mother of Arceus, it was so hard to articulate her thoughts when every bit of her was burning with lust. "I can't! I c-can't risk it!"

"Can't risk what? We do this all the time!"

"Hurting you!" Misty blurted out.

"What," May said flatly.

Misty shook her head, sending hot droplets of sweat flying. "L-Look, I already shocked you once! Remember? In the sleeping bag?" Just bringing that up made the muscles of her groin clench up, as if angrily demanding to know why she had prevented May from touching them again. "And later, with Ash! Clearly I can't be with anyone without hurting them, s-so…"

At this, May gawked openly at her. "Really?" she said. "Really? Is that all?"

"Is that all? May, I almost killed him!"

"I…" May slowly breathed out. "Okay. Right. Sorry. You would be upset about that."

"Uh, you think?"

Then a slow, wry smile of amusement tugged at the edges of May's mouth. "But Misty, who do you think you're talking to? I mean, first of all, I can take more than twice what that squishy little boy can…"

"That doesn't mean I want to risk-"

"…and second, good grief, Misty! You don't think I didn't go through the same thing? Who better to teach you how to control yourself so that you don't start blazing up like a sparkler every time you get excited?" May pounded her own chest with her fist. "Me, that's who!"

"I…huh." Misty blinked. That was…actually a very good point.

Sighing, May walked over and placed her hands on Misty's shoulder. Even that small touch was enough to send shivers down Misty's spine. "Look," May said. "We probably should've talked about this way earlier, but I do know how weird and different those first few days are. And I know you're planning on having yourself released once you get home, but until then, I can help you, well…" Her tongue slipped out and slid over her lips. "…come to term with things."

Misty's abdominals clenched up. Oh, she needed this. She needed this so badly. "So. You can teach me how to, um…"

"Cum without toasting your lover? Yup!"

Misty sighed. "Aren't I supposed to be your trainer?"

"And Ash is supposed to be yours! Funny how that worked out."

"Yeah." Misty could help but giggle a bit at the ridiculousness of it all. "Um, funny."

"So." May's grin grew. "Shall I…" She reached up with one hand and flexed her fingers, clawing meaningfully at the air. "…train you?"

"Yes," Misty breathed. "Yes. Yes, absolutely."

May nodded, her grin squeezing into a knowing smirk.

Then she leaned in again to kiss Misty, and this time, Misty kissed her back.

…

"Hydro Pump!" Ash cried as he swung the detachable showerhead around and blasted Yellow with it.

Giggling, Yellow barely dodged the jet of water and leapt into the relative shelter of the other cubicle. She peeked out and blasted at Ash with her own showerhead, forcing him back into the safety of his cubicle.

"You know you can't win!" Yellow called to him. "I'm faster than you, and you're a way bigger target!"

"That just means I can take more hits!" Ash examined the showerhead. There seemed to be different settings, each adjusting the power and focus of the spray. He turned the dial to give him a thin, concentrated jet.

Then he noticed another setting. Hey, was it his imagination, or could he add soap and shampoo to-

"Gotcha!" Yellow suddenly leapt right in front of the shower and sprayed Ash right in the face.

Taken off guard, Ash flailed around, dropping the nozzle as his hands went to his face.

It was then that he took note of two thing. Firstly, the water that Yellow was spraying him with was filled with suds.

The second was that his eyes were now stinging.

"Why you cheater!" Ash blindly grabbed for her, but Yellow deftly dodged him and ran laughing away.

"All's fair in love and war!" Yellow called. "And this is war!"

Towel, towel, where was the towel? "Spraying me with soap isn't fair at all!"

"You were going to do the same thing to me! I just figured it out first!"

Which, okay, was very true, but Ash was still determined to get revenge.

Finally his hands fell upon the soft fabric of one of the hotel's towels, hanging on a rack on the wall. He grabbed it up and hastily wiped the suds from his face and cleaned out his eyes.

Then Yellow sprayed him again.

In the butt.

Ash froze as his buttcheeks were covered with foam. Then he sighed.

"Okay," he muttered, his grip tightening on the towel. "That's it."

Then he spun around and thrust his towel in front of him. "Barrier!"

Yellow cackled as the towel was quickly soaked with water and suds. "Oh, what's that gonna do? You really think you can stop me with-"

Ash suddenly spun the towel around and around, keeping the ends gripped tight, until it had constricted into a tight cord.

"-uh…"

Ash smacked his new whip against his palm and grinned fiendishly.

"Yipe!"

…

Curled up on one of the mats, Chuey looked first to one bathroom, and then the other. It sighed.

Out of one, Yellow and Ash were yelling, laughing, whooping, and splashing. There was also the sound of something that resembled a…vine whip? The heck?

And out of the other, moans, groans, and sharp cries of pleasure were emitting.

"Pika," Chuey breathed out in agitation. They were just supposed to be getting clean. They were just supposed to be getting clean!

Humans. Why were they so weird?

…

Shivering with anticipation, need, and good old-fashioned nerves, Misty sat down on the bench in the middle of the floor. Her fingers gripped the edge so tight that her knuckles were turning white. There was a catch to her breathing, one that was making each breath shudder.

She and May had both stripped down and dumped their clothing for cleaning, and now Misty was waiting for May to show her how to cum properly as a PokeGirl.

What she didn't understand why she was so nervous.

She and May had had sex many times before, both before and after May had convinced Misty to catch her. And even when they weren't banging each other like a pair of Persians in heat, they often were feeling each other up, groping one another, making out, and sticking their hands under each other's' clothes to play with whatever they felt like. Granted, the last time they really had a go at one another had been quite some time ago, before Misty had even been caught. The closest they've had since was when May had fingered her that one night, and the occasional groping session. So this really was the first time they were going to make love as a pair of PokeGirls. The experience was said to be euphoric.

So why the nerves? She'd ought to be excited, but here she was, trembling like a blushing virgin, something she hadn't been since that one night in May's bedroom

Maybe that's it, Misty thought as she self-consciously hugged her arms around herself. This is just reminding me of that one night. May is showing me something new, so it's bringing it all back. Just a, um, an erotic memory, and…"

Misty's groin suddenly clenched, and she winced as the erotic tingles surged through her. When she looked down, she saw the small puddle forming around her pussy on the stool.

"Nice to see you're all ready for me," May remarked as she walked up behind Misty. "But that's gonna be a problem. So, you should probably take care of that first."

Misty looked over her shoulder in disbelief. "Huh?"

May was standing there in all her pubescent glory, one hand on her hip while the other was holding onto a shower nozzle, the cord trailing to one of the cubicles. "You're so stoppered up that you'll probably pop off the second I touch you," May said, giving the nozzle a short spray in demonstration. "That won't do. So let's get that out of the way first."

Misty stared. "You can't be serious."

"Never moreso! Get with the schlicking and rub one out!" She stuck her free hand onto her own pussy, fingers spreading the lips in demonstration, exposing her pink insides.

"But the whole point of all this was-"

May impatiently motioned with the shower nozzle she was holding. "Working back up is going to be easy, and we'll have a better time controlling it. The one you've been saving up? Not so much."

Well, fine. Sighing, Misty spread her legs and reached down to touch her hand to her burning sex. This time, she would have to do it quickly, so-

"Ah!"

Almost immediately she felt the orgasm surge out from within her. Her back arched, and hot arousal squirted all over her fingers.

"Yeah, definitely saw sparks there," May remarked as Misty struggled to regain her wits.

Misty shook her head. "I know. That's the problem, remember?"

"So let's get started then!" Humming to herself, May knelt down behind Misty. The muscles in Misty's back tightened in anticipation of May's touch.

But instead of reaching around to grab at Misty's crotch or nipples like she normally did, May merely sprayed warm, sudsy water over Misty's back. Then she started to scrub her upper shoulders with a soft washcloth.

"Uh, May?" Misty glanced over her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"What's it look like?" May said. "I'm washing your back!"

"I…Okay, but I thought you were going to teach me how to control my orgasms!"

May giggled. "There's a sentence I bet you never thought you'd say. And come on. You're cute, but you're also all slimy and smell funny."

In answer, Misty glowered at her, and lifted a fist. Electricity crackled around the knuckles.

"Relax, I do too! That's the whole point. If we're going to have some fun, wouldn't make sense to get clean first? I thought you were looking forward to a hot bath."

Well, when she put it like that. Misty dropped her fist and let May do her work.

Actually, it was pretty nice. She had been walking around with a lot of pent-up tension for the last few days, and the warm water and May's gentle scrubbing felt really good. She sighed and relaxed, her shoulders slouching forward.

Then she felt two small, hard nubs poke her in the back, followed by the squishing of soft, warm flesh.

Misty cranked an eye open. May was leaning her body up against Misty's back, her two budding breasts pressing into her shoulders blades.

"Is this your idea of getting clean?" Misty muttered.

May began to rise up and down, rubbing herself against Misty. "In a very dirty way."

"I think you need to look the word up in a dictionary."

Then May rested her chin onto Misty's shoulder. "I am nothing but a walking contradiction," she murmured into Misty's ear, right before tilting her head and taking soft, delicate nibbles of the lobe.

This time, Misty didn't have any kind of witty comeback. She just closed her eyes and let succumbed to the erotic feel of May's touch.

May's right hand reached across Misty's chest to grab a big handful of the flesh around her left nipple, squeezing what one day would grow into her breasts. Meanwhile, she traced the fingers of her left hand down Misty's side and over the curve of her rear, taking the time to give the cheek a small, affectionate squeeze.

Then she reached in between Misty's legs and seized her swollen, burning mound.

"Okay, Misty," May said in a soft voice as Misty squirmed and mewled in her grasp. "I'm going to make you cum again. And when I do, I need you to do something for me. When the orgasm comes, you'll feel your power riding it out, and you'll want to fight it." The fingers digging into Misty's lower lips suddenly tightened, making her inhale sharply through her teeth. "But don't. Don't fight it, but don't push it out either. Instead, imagine dipping your hand into that power, and instead of pushing it out or in, divert it back into you. Just let it burn through you."

"W-What?" Misty stammered. "What are you-"

May's fingers went to work and they did so fast. She was intimately familiar with the shape of the younger tomboy's pussy, both inside and out, and knew how to make her melt. Misty's back arched in ecstasy, her eyes rolled back, and she bit down hard on her lower lip.

"Ride it out," May said as both of her hands continued to dig into Misty's sensitive areas. "It's going to come up soon. Own it. It's yours. Let it know that."

And it was definitely coming up. Despite having just came, Misty could feel it rising up deep within her once more, like a hungry beast venturing out of its den, summoned by the fingers probing her entrance and insides. A few more seconds, and it would erupt forth.

And that terrified her. If she just let the orgasm rip its way out of her now, then May would be hurt. She didn't know how to control it yet, and May's instructions were both confusing and distracting!

Okay, she had to let it burn through…no, that was May's way of seeing it! May was all about fire, but Misty was different!

She pictured a roaring flood storming down an otherwise peaceful river, heading toward a sheer cliff. Okay, damming it up wouldn't work, and neither would letting it thunder over the edge to crash down below. Instead, she needed to divert the flow, to create another channel and loop the raging waters back.

In her mind's eye, she saw a giant representation of her hand descend from the heavens to dig into the earth, blocking off the river's path and carving out a new channel, one that looped back around. That should do it, that should do-

And then she came, a monstrous orgasm tearing its way out of her so hard that it was almost painful. Misty threw her head back and screamed as her young body was physically rocked by the beautiful agony surging out from her core.

Wave after wave crested through her, until it finally subsided. Misty slumped forward like a marionette with its strings cut, with everything from her arms to her shoulders to her back trembling from exertion.

Then she tipped to one side and slipped off the stool onto the slick tiles of the bathroom floor. There she lay as the world swam around her.

When it finally slowed, she muttered, "Ow."

Then she heard a sigh.

Cranking one eye open, she saw May standing over her with her arms folded, head shaking in disappointment.

"It d-didn't work?" Misty asked in a hoarse whisper.

"You lit up like an exploding Electrode. So…no."

Grabbing handfuls of her orange hair with both hands, Misty curled up with an exasperated groan. "I don't know how to do it! I tried, but it didn't work!"

May shrugged. "Well, if at first you don't succeed…" She then walked over to the stool Misty had fallen off of and sat down.

The next thing Misty knew, May had reached down and grabbed her from behind by the armpits. Hoisting her limp body up, May gathered her into her lap and wrapped her arms around Misty's waist.

"Hey!" Misty cried. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What's it look like?" May said, resting her chin in it customary place on Misty's shoulder. "People don't usually get it on their first try, so…" Her hand glided down to cup Misty's mound.

"H-Hold on!" Misty protested. She tried to squirm out of May's hands, but she didn't have the strength. "I don't-"

May's hand went to work, kneading the moist petals of Misty's flower. "The fire's going to rise again. Are you just going to let it have its way with you?"

"Not…Mmmmf!" Misty's body arched back into May's. However, that just meant that May had an easy time reaching up to grab Misty's nipple again. "Not fire! Nothing about me is fire!"

"Picture it however you want," May said as she nuzzled Misty's neck. "But it is going to come back to challenge you again. Make it your bitch."

"Watch your language," Misty muttered. But okay. The flood was returning, so reroute the river, reroute the river, reroute the river.

She couldn't reroute the river. Again she came hard and painfully, and again May had to jerk her hand away before they were caught by the arching yellow sparks.

"Gah!" Misty collapsed bonelessly, sliding off May's lap down between her legs. There she lay, arms draped over May's thighs and her head resting back against May's belly.

"Relax," May said as she affectionately tousled Misty's disheveled hair. "You'll get it in time."

"S-Screw you," Misty muttered. "This is pointless. I'm never going to get it."

"Hmmm." May shook her head and tsked. "Well then, I guess there's only one thing to do."

"H-Huh?" Misty stammered. "What are-"

May suddenly sat up, which dumped the unprepared Misty onto the floor. Kneeling down, she again scooped Misty back up and pushed her back onto the stool.

"Huh?" Misty said. "May, what's this all about?"

Then May knelt down in front of Misty.

"May?"

Her eyes half-lidded in determination and desire, May leaned forward, pressing her face in between Misty's legs. "Thanks for the meal," she muttered.

"May!"

May reached around to grab onto both of Misty's ass cheeks, holding her in place. Her slick tongue probed forward, slurping at the juices still seeping from Misty's entrance. Misty's sex was still aching from how powerful and chaotic that last orgasm had been. She was breathing through her nose, her warm breath tingling against the younger girl's tingling clitoris.

"May, wait!"

Misty seized May's head with both hands and tried to push her away, but May wouldn't budge. She paused long enough to glance up at her terrified friend.

"I guess you're gonna have to figure this out," May said in a deep, husky voice. "Because when it comes…when you cum, I'm not pulling my face out."

Then she lowered her head and went back to work, licking, kissing, and nipping at the sore, dripping folds.

Misty was in a panic. It was clear that May was determined to go through with this, and it wouldn't be long before she brought Misty to another electrifying orgasm. And that would only hurt her! What was wrong with her? What kind of point was she trying to prove?

The ache inside of Misty's core was again growing, both hurting and feeling absolutely fantastic. Misty tried to fight it off, tried to push it away, but May's tongue was far too skillful. She knew exactly how Misty like to be pleasured. It probed deep into her channel, lapping at her inner walls in a manner that would have left Misty lying breathless if she weren't so scared.

Focus, focus, Misty! You have to control this! It's rising up, so you need to reroute the river before the flood-

Wait.

It wasn't a river, was it? Misty didn't have a river any more than she had May's raging fire. That had been stolen from her.

She didn't need to reroute the river or divert the flood. She needed…

It was coming up. The inner muscles of her sex were clenching hard in preparation for the orgasmic eruption.

…she needed…

Every hair on Misty's body stood up, and she felt crackling power building within her gut.

…she needed to…

It was surging up now, ready to be unleashed, ready to tear out of her with as much violence as the last one had.

…needed to complete the circuit.

Right before all of that pent-up power surged out of her into May's mouth, Misty saw what looked like a sparkling electrical grid, one routing all the way through her body, connecting everything in a vast, glowing network. And sure enough, right there in her groin were a pair of loose wires.

She saw the bolts of electricity shooting down the grid, heading for those two disconnected circuits. In her mind's eye, she reached down and took them by the ends, and right before all that power shot free, connected the two together.

And when she did, it was like something just clicked into place, something that lay nestled deep inside of her.

She came once again, the orgasm just as strong as the others. However, this time the surge of power didn't travel with it, but instead seemed to bounce back the way it came, carrying the pleasure with it and diffusing it throughout Misty's body. She lurched forward with a cry as each sweet spark zapped through her before finally slumping forward when it finally petered out.

With a pleased sigh, Misty straightened up, her mouth smeared with Misty's arousal. She licked her lips and wiped the excess off with the back of her wrist. "Mmmm," she hummed. "I guess you figured it out-"

Misty lurched up and gave May a rough, clumsy shove.

May stumbled back. Then her foot slipped on the slick tile, and she fell on her butt. Misty tackled her the rest of the way down before she could rise.

"You idiot!" Misty cried as she hammered down on May's back and shoulders with her fists. "You stupid idiot! How could you scare me like that? I could've hurt you, or worse!"

"Easy! Easy!" May grabbed Misty by the wrists and wrestled her arms down. "Red, chill!"

"No!" Angry tears were flowing free down Misty's cheeks. "Do you have any idea how much you frightened me? What if I had zapped you down your throat? What would you have done then, huh?"

"But you didn't! I knew you were going to figure it out, so-"

"So you thought that you'd just set things up so I'd hurt my best friend if I couldn't?" Misty roughly shoved May off of her and turned away. "I've never been so scared in my life!"

Fat, glistening tears continued to draw trails down Misty's face. Wrapping her arms around her, she cried in big, choking sobs, letting loose all of her pent-up anger, frustration and resentment, and she had a lot of all.

Then she felt May's warm hand on her shoulder. She considered shaking it off, but she didn't.

A moment later May wrapped her arms around Misty from behind and leaned into to her. "I'm sorry, Red," May whispered. "I didn't realize that it would be that scary for you."

Misty breathed out through clenched teeth. "Well, it was! And now I'm sore, I'm shaking, I'm crying, and…" Oh, darn it! "…and I'm still horny! Even after all that I'm still horny! I hate being a PokeGirl!"

"Okay," May sighed. "Do you…want to stop?"

Misty almost said yet. She almost demanded that they just finish cleaning up as fast as possible so she could put her clothes back on and go take a nap.

But she didn't, because something had just occurred to her.

"S-So," she said. "That st-tupid lesson of yours worked, right? I'm not going to accidentally zap people every time I cum, right?"

"Right," May said, nodding. "That whole business should be stabilized."

"Okay," Misty said. "Good."

Then she turned and gave May a hard shove, sending her sprawling onto her back.

The older girl stared up, blue eyes blinking in surprise. Hovering above her was Misty, who was now straddling May's thighs with her hands pressing down on May's shoulders, holding her down.

May bared her teeth in a somewhat manic smile. "You just scared the ever-loving daylights out of me," she hissed. She leaned in close so that their noses were practically touching. "So now you're going to make it up to me."

…

The war might have gone on longer, but then Ash managed to whip Yellow's knee hard enough to leave a mark. That was when they had decided to call it off before things escalated further, Ash had apologized, and they settled back to cleaning days of grime off.

And oh that had felt good. It stung, yes, as their skin was still raw and tender, but it was a good kind of hurt, like pulling off a scab. Ash was pretty sure he lost an entire layer of dead skin from his scrubbing.

But there was one last step. The doctors had given them both a special kind of lotion for their still-healing skin, and had made it clear that they were to rub it in all over three times a day. May had already lotioned them both with the over-the-counter stuff that morning, so that meant that they had to do it two more times.

And since May was currently…occupied, that meant that they were left with only each other.

Just as well.

Yellow sat on a low, wooden stool while Ash crouched behind her, gently kneading the lotion into her shoulders and back. It wasn't as awkward as he would have thought. The ice had already been broken, so now it just felt sort of normal.

Normal. Yeah. He and Yellow had grown up together, fell apart, and only just reconciled, and now here they were, rubbing lotion onto each other's naked bodies while their friends had loud and passionate sex in the next room over. It was somewhat telling that only a few days into his Pokemon adventure, the most normal part ended up being the Pokemon themselves.

Then he remembered Tangela. Nope, nothing about how this was going was normal.

"Hey, Ash?" Yellow said as Ash gently massaged her shoulder-blades, which were poking out by quite a lot. He really hoped she didn't just end up withering away while in the wild. "Can I ask you something?"

Ash paused for a second, and then shrugged. "Sure, I guess," he said as he resumed rubbing.

"What is going on between you and the other two?"

"Huh?"

Her head bowed, Yellow nervously fidgeted. "Well, it's clear that both Misty and May like you a lot, and you like them, right?"

"Er, you mean as friends? Of course I do!"

"No, Ash," Yellow sighed. "You know what I mean."

This time the pause was longer. Then Ash sighed. "Yeah, I do."

"And you said Misty was about to rub your penis right before the Tangela attacked, right?"

Ash winced. "So?"

"And May really likes feeling you up, right?"

"May likes feeling everybody up! You of all people should know that!"

At this, Yellow smiled. "Okay, but she really enjoys touching you."

"Well, maybe. What's your point?"

"So why haven't any of you, you know, done it yet? I mean, you like Misty, she likes you. You like May, and she likes you. And we already know that they've been doing each other for a while now. Why'd it suddenly get all awkward and nobody wants to actually do anything anymore?"

At this, Ash couldn't help but sigh. "That's, uh, really complicated."

"Is it because of me? Is it because I'm here?"

Ash shook his head. "No, it's not you." He finished up with Yellow's back and shoulders and held the lotion tube out over to her. "Here."

Yellow looked down at the offered tube in confusion. "What's that for?"

"Uh, so you can do your front?"

"I thought you were going to do it."

Ash blinked. "Are you serious?"

"Why not?" Yellow scooted around on the stool so that she was facing him. Bracing her hands on the edges, she leaned back ever so slightly, presenting her front to him. "May always did the whole thing. And so did the doctor! I thought that's just how it goes."

Despite knowing Yellow his whole life, Ash honestly couldn't tell when she was being innocently naïve or teasing him. She didn't seem like she was trying to mess around with him. Heck, maybe she truly didn't think it was a big deal.

Oh, whatever. If she wasn't going to make a big deal about it, then neither would he. "Fine, just don't make any weird noises," Ash said as he squirted more lotion into his palm.

Yellow silently watched him as he reached out with one slightly shaking hand and laid it on her slender shoulder. He gently ran it over her collarbone, rubbing the lotion in, before dipping down to pass over her smooth chest.

"So…?" Yellow said.

Man, she really was bony. And it wasn't like she never ate. Heck, she probably had the biggest appetite of anyone Ash ever knew. Maybe that was why she had so much energy. Her body just burned it all so quickly. "What?"

"What's so complicated about it?"

Ash moved down from Yellow's chest to her belly. "Oh, that." He shrugged. "Okay, well, that was actually going to happen the day before we ran into you, but then Misty found out that she wasn't a water type like she wanted."

"Yeah, she's really upset about that, isn't she?"

"Yeah." Ash squeezed more lotion into his palm, lathered it up, and got to work on Yellow's legs. "Well, you know how that changed her mind about being a PokeGirl?"

Yellow lifted her leg so Ash could get to the bottom of her foot. "Uh-huh."

"Well, that was kind of a big blow, so I think it just made her give up on the idea on being a PokeGirl entirely. Along with everything about it."

"You mean the sex?"

It was still a little weird to be frankly talking about sex with Yellow, but they were both naked and he was rubbing her down, so what really counted as weird anymore? "Yeah," he sighed. "That." His fingers slid up Yellow's thigh, though the stopped short of reaching her groin. He finished rubbing the lotion into her hip before switching legs.

"Wasn't she about to do all that with you before Tangela attacked?"

Ash's hands gliding over the back of her calf, kneading the lotion into her damaged skin. "Yeah, but I think that since Tangela went after her because she's a PokeGirl, and since her powers couldn't do anything to it, that was like, you know, the last straw." He finished up with her other hip. "There." He handed her the bottle. "You can do the rest yourself."

He turned his back to her to give her at least a little privacy, and this time she didn't make an issue out of it.

After a few moments she said, "Okay, your turn."

She had gotten off the stool, so Ash sat down in her place. He paused a moment before settling in, noting how warm the stool was. Shaking his head, he lowered himself all the way down.

Behind him, he heard the squirt of the lotion bottle, then the squishing sounds of Yellow rubbing it into both palms. A moment later her tiny, cool palms laid themselves on his back.

It…well, she didn't have the perverse glee of May's near-groping, nor the doctor's professional, yet forceful touch. Instead, the feel of Yellow's hands was…sweet. Comforting. Granted, he had just gotten done slowing off what felt like an entire layer of dead skin along with all the dirt and grime from the forest, so it still stung a little, but in a wholesome sort of way.

"I still don't get it," Yellow said as she kneaded her thumbs into the flesh around Ash's spine. "I mean, okay, if she doesn't want to be a PokeGirl, then fine. But why does that mean not having any fun with you?"

Ash shrugged.

"And if she wants to get released so badly, why not have you do it here, instead of waiting all the way at Cerulean City?"

"I…" Ash frowned. That was a good point. "I don't know. Maybe she figures that electric powers might be handy in Mt. Moon?"

"So she'll keep the part that she hates for a bit but not do the part that's really fun?"

"Well, I never said it made any sense," Ash said. "All I know is, if she doesn't want to, then she doesn't want to. What am I going to do, make her?"

"Well, you could. You're her trainer, after all."

The thought of that made Ash's face twist up in disgust.

"Sorry," Yellow said after a bit. "I guess that would be kind of gross."

"Yeah. It would."

Yellow silently finished up with Ash's back. Then she walked around him and knelt down in front of him. Ash tried not to stare down at her, nor think about how he had a naked girl kneeling in front of him, nor how easy it would be to open his legs and invite her to do…well, stuff.

"So what about May?" she asked as she got to work on Ash's arms. "I mean, she loves being a PokeGirl, and she clearly wants to do it with you. Heck, she fingered me right after meeting me. Why not do it with her?"

Ash bit his lower lip as he tried to put his many thoughts into words. He had spent the last few days mulling on that very subject, but it was hard to articulate really what he thought. "I think…" he said slowly, "that since she's really into the whole PokeGirl thing, and since I'm Misty's trainer, she figures that means Misty gets first dibs, so she's not going to do that before Misty does."

Yellow's hand moved down to Ash's chest. "She'll do other things, though."

Ash's mind flashed back to that one morning, when he had woken up to find a naked May snuggled up to him, and everything that had happened right after that. "Yes, she will."

"Doesn't that bother you, though? I mean, after all that, and they won't even…"

"Er…" Ash scratched his temple. "You know, maybe a little at first? I guess? But you know what? I didn't want to become a trainer because of the girls. I wanted to become a trainer because I wanted to train Pokemon. And I get to do that now! I have two Pokemon already, I'm going to be challenging for my first badge soon, and honestly, that's all I really want. So sure, if that happens, then awesome! But it wasn't what I was looking for in the first place, so I'm fine with it."

"Hmmm." Yellow pursed her lips as she got to work on Ash's right leg. "But you're still unhappy about them leaving."

"Yeah," Ash admitted after a beat. "I am."

"And I'm leaving soon too. You'll be by yourself."

"Well, no, I won't be. I'll have Nidoran and…hopefully Tangela and I will be getting along by then, plus whatever other Pokemon I'll have caught. But…" He shrugged. "Yeah. I kind of wish you all were coming with me."

"Sorry."

"Hey, don't be! You have your journey, and I have mine! I'll be fine!"

Yellow silently finished lotioning up Ash's legs. Then she sat back on her haunches and looked down at the space between his legs with one eyebrow askew.

Though Ash hadn't really been bothered by her seeing him so far, the way she was looking at him now was making him a little uncomfortable. "Um, could you not?" he said, covering his crotch and turning away. His penis wasn't exactly stiff in his hands, but it was getting there.

Shaking her head, Yellow tossed the lotion bottle to him. "Here," she said. "Unless you want me to do the rest."

"Yeah, I got it," Ash muttered. "Now turn around."

…

Misty was tired. She was frazzled, she was a little loopy, and she was still a little cross with May.

The last few days had been nothing short of exhausting, and the last few minutes even moreso. She was still shaking from the aftereffects of three gargantuan orgasms, still getting over a really bad scare, and was kind of giddy with her newfound control. All in all, it was a heady, almost intoxicating state of mind she found herself in.

And she was going to take it all out on May.

May lay flat on her back, with Misty hovering over her. The two underaged PokeGirls locked eyes for a long time, both of them breathing hard, and then May smirked.

"Well?" she said. "I just heard a lot of tough talk coming from a rookie. You gonna back those words up or-"

Misty held up the shower nozzle.

"-oh!"

Then she covered May's nude body with a spray of hot water and soapy suds.

May's relationship with water was…complicated. It was her natural weakness, after all. Sure, she could still drink water without ill effects or take some on her bare skin without too much trouble, but the more exposure she endured, and the colder it was, the more her strength was sapped, and the more susceptible to hurt she became. So she avoided it as much as she could. She didn't take showers or baths, preferring simple sponge baths with washcloths. She didn't go swimming, something that Misty found very tragic.

And yet, ever since that one day after May's pyromaniac escapades had gotten them stranded one too many times, and Misty had had it up to here with May's constant attempts to goad her, she had finally snapped and shoved her hard. That shouldn't have done anything, but May had lost her balance and fallen into the nearby lake.

Misty had been terrified. May was a fire-type, after all! Had she just accidentally killed her best friend?

But as it turned out, once Misty had hauled her back onto shore, May wasn't really hurt, per se, but she had been weakened considerably, barely able to sit up, much less stand. She was fine, but she couldn't exactly ward off anything anyone might want to do to her.

So in response, Misty had screwed her so hard and so long that even after the water's affects had worn off, May had still needed over an hour before she was able to move her legs again.

Their relationship had taken an unexpected turn that day. Sure, May was the older and more sexually aggressive of the two, but Misty was her trainer, and that meant that she was the one calling the shots, something that May was entirely too happy to let her do.

Also, as paradoxical as it sounded, it also meant that May had developed a weird erotic association with water. They didn't make use of it often, but when they did, it meant that Misty was in the mood to dominate the kinky twelve-year-old, and May was all too happy to submit to her mistress.

Misty cut off the water spray and lowered the nozzle. "You dirty, naughty girl," she growled as she cleared the suds away from May's face. May's cheeks were flushed, her eyes blank and unfocused, and she was panting heavily. "You know you're going to pay for that."

"Y-Yes," May stuttered.

Misty lowered her body onto May's, enjoying the feel of her friend's skin quivering beneath her, how their nipples pressed into each other as May's small breasts squished into Misty's smooth chest. May's legs flopped weakly to either side as Misty's thighs came down onto hers, their moist little buds making contact.

Misty seized both of May's arms by the wrists and pulled them up over her head, her hard stare boring into May's hazy gaze. With a low growl she pressed her mouth onto May's, shoving her tongue through May's teeth and wrangling the same tongue that had just put her through all that worry. May whimpered but didn't resist. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't, and she definitely didn't want to.

As Misty continued to aggressively make out with May, her hips started moving, sliding her lower lips over May's. She felt the hard nub of her clit glide through the crevice of May's slit.

Still holding onto May's wrists, Misty moved away from May's mouth and started pushing her body back and forth, rubbing herself against May's slick skin, their erect clitorises kissing each other each time they passed.

Then Misty sat up. Releasing May's wrists, she slid her right leg under May's while grabbing onto May's left and hoisting it up so that it draped over her shoulder. She then pressed her swollen sex against her dazed and weakened lover's. Her hips began to move, grinding their pussies together.

"Don't you forget, no matter what happens, you're my PokeGirl," Misty said as May's back arched and she cried out helplessly. "So don't get cocky. I'm calling the shots, and you belong to me!"

"Yes," May gasped as her upper body jerked back and forth in time with Misty's thrusting. "Yes!"

"Say it," Misty commanded. "I want to hear you say it!"

"I…" May's eyes were beginning to roll back. "I belong to you! I belong to you, Mistress! I am your property! Use me! Use me however you want!"

Grinning, Misty stopped her thrusting to leer down at the weak and panting brunette. May was quite the delicious sight. Baby-blue eyes dazed and unfocused, cheeks flushed with lust, pink tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted for air, the rosy tips of her nipples standing hard and erect on top of the soft mounds of her young breasts, her flawless skin shimmering with soap, sweat, and other fluids.

"Good girl," Misty purred, and then slid her hips back ever so much, putting a small amount of space between their moist cunts.

Just so she could shove two fingers straight into May's entrance.

May's back again arched and she let out a strangled-sounding scream. Misty started rubbing up against May's sex again, all the while pumping her with her fingers, digging the tips into May's inner walls. She could see May's abdominals contracting in response to her every touch, while May's hands frantically grabbed at the floor at either side of her, clawing at the tiles for anything she could seize onto.

"That's…right," Misty growled as May's shaking grew stronger. She pressed her face against May's bare leg and slowly drew her tongue up its side. "You're mine! A-And d-d-don't you for-for-forget it!"

When May came, she did so like a volcano. Her whole body went utterly stiff, and flesh around Misty's fingers clenched down hard. She made a sound like a teakettle being brought to boil as actual steam gushed out of her nose.

A moment later hot fluid shot out around May's fingers, dousing her up to her wrist. With a soft groan, May went limp.

But Misty wasn't done. Though she removed her hand, she just kept humping May harder, shoving their slick and aching pussies together, driving herself into May with such force that even May's small breasts were shaking.

"Almost there," Misty groaned. "Almost there…"

And then she came as well. It wasn't the painful eruption as before or even the pleasurable surge when she finally figured out how to center herself. But it still felt damn good.

Still holding onto May's leg, she jerked once, and then twice, riding out the aftershocks. Then, finally satisfied, she released May's leg and let it fall.

A moment later she fell as well, collapsing exhausted right onto May.

Neither of them moved. Neither of them wanted to move. Misty felt like hot foam had been blasted right into her brain, dissolving her thoughts, and now all she felt like doing was lie still on the soft and warm pillow May's body provided.

In time sensation began to return. She was able to slow her breathing, gain better control of her thoughts. Every bit of her ached, especially the spot in between her legs.

She blinked her eyes. The muddled mess of color before her came into focus, and she saw May's face on level with her own, staring back at her.

May smiled, and then moved her head in to kiss Misty softly on the lips. "Well," she breathed. "Was it good for you?"

Misty sighed, but nodded.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Misty licked the inside of her mouth, moistening it up so she could speak. "Not really," she muttered.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

"'Kay." More feeling was returning to Misty's body, enough for her to start making small movements again. She gingerly slid her arms around May's body and held her close, enjoying her warmth.

After a few moments went by May said, "Um, Red?"

"Hmmm?"

"We kinda made a mess of ourselves.

"Hmmm."

"So, we should…clean up?"

Misty sighed. "Okay," she groaned, and then sat up.

It was a struggle. She still ached, and she felt tired, worn out, but she managed to get vertical again. Of course May had an easier time of it. She was more used to having a PokeGirl's overwhelming orgasms. Plus, she had only come once.

"Wow," May breathed. "That had been…something else, huh?"

"Yup," Misty nodded. She spread her legs and looked down at her pussy. Her labia was red and swollen. "It really was."

Smiling, May draped her arms around Misty's shoulders and leaned into her. "Kind of like losing your virginity all over again, wasn't it?"

At this, Misty slowly breathed out. "May. Look. I know you were hoping that giving me these mind-blowing orgasms would make me change my mind about getting released, but I still don't want to stay a PokeGirl, okay?"

There was a pause, and then May sighed in disappointment. "I know," she said. "But that just means we should enjoy you being this sensitive while we can."

"Mmmm. Okay, that sounds fair." Misty turned her head and kissed May again.

Then May groped around the wet tiles until she found where the shower nozzle had fallen, and the two girls gently sprayed each other with the warm suds, cleaning each other's bodies.

…

It wasn't that Ash and Yellow intended to listen on Misty and May's…activities. If they wanted privacy, then they were entitled to it! It was nobody's business other than their own, so they ought to be left alone with no interruptions!

But the more they got into it, the harder it became to ignore. The walls between the bathrooms weren't that thick, and while normal conversation wouldn't carry, from the sound of things they were having a really good time.

Ash and Yellow tried to ignore it, they really did. But as they waited for their clothes to be made ready for them, the pleasured moans and sharp cries were hard to put out of their minds.

Then Misty let out a long, drawn-out cry. Ash glanced over to Yellow, who looked back at him. Then, without saying anything, they both silently got up and walked over to the wall, knelt down, and pressed their ears against it.

"Wow," Yellow whispered. "They sound like they're having fun."

"Yeah," Ash agreed. He could picture them right now, rubbing their naked bodies all over one another, fingers poking and prodding and squeezing and groping. "They are."

"Yeah, I can tell you're enjoying this."

"What?" Then Ash glanced down and realized what he meant. He scowled. "Oh, come on! Are you going to point out every time I get an erection?"

"Well, you are."

"So what?" Ash grumbled. He was done getting embarrassed about it. "It's perfectly normal!"

Then he took notice of something, a glimmer of moisture between Yellow's legs and on the sides of her thighs. "And you are too!" He pointed. "Look!"

Yellow glanced down, and then smiled. "I guess you're right. But it is hot."

That it most certainly was. Ash pressed his ear harder up against the wall so as to hear better.

Then Ash heard a soft, almost whispered sigh, only this hadn't come from the other side of the wall, but instead right next to him.

He looked down, and his eyes went wide. Yellow had sat down with her back against the wall, skinny legs splayed to either side and knees up, toes curled. One hand was nestled down between her legs, fingers working while the other was pinching one of her nipples. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she was letting out cute little sighs.

Ash's jaw dropped. "Really?" he said. "Really? You're just going to start masturbating right here, with me still here?"

Yellow didn't so much as open her eyes. "Ash," she muttered as she continued massage her vaginal folds. "After the last few days, does it really matter?"

Had Yellow always been this shameless? Well, yes, but that had been about other things. Maybe it was May. Maybe she just infected those that she came in contact with perversion.

Ash considered just grabbing his clothes and leaving the room. He had put up with a lot of perverted girls doing perverted things over the last few days, and there had to be some kind of limit! Besides, it was Yellow! It was weird!

But really, she did have a point. He had not only crossed over the line of what he had thought he was capable of tolerating a week ago so many times that he could probably play jump-rope with the line, but every new day seemed to plow him further and further. And this point, why not? Why the heck not?

Fine.

Leaning his back against the wall, Ash slid down to the floor. He spread his legs and looked down at his cock, standing up straight and stiff.

I, Ash thought as he wrapped one hand around it, cannot believe I am about to do this. I just masturbated for the first time a few days ago. Now I'm doing it right next to Yellow, and she's doing it right next to me. How in the world did this happen, and just how crazier are things going to get before-

Then a small, soft hand laid itself on his knee.

"Huh?" Ash looked over to see Yellow grinning at him.

"Hey," she said. "I got an idea. Wanna do it to each other?"

Ash choked. All of his new, belligerent acceptance of how weird and perverse things were now evaporated, and he was back to being freaked out. Not even May's fiendish offer to have the two of them jack off to each other had been this daring.

"Are you serious?" he managed to squeak out.

Yellow looked the two of them over. "Ash, we're both naked, listening to our friends have sex, and are about to masturbate side-by-side. Honestly, why not?"

"Because…Because it's you!"

A hurt look passed over Yellow's face.

"Not like that!" Ash hastily corrected. "I mean, you're like my little sister! It'd be weird!"

At this, Yellow look gave him a look. "Ash. We literally just rubbed each other down naked. Besides, how many brothers masturbate right next to their little sisters?"

Actually, according to some of Gary's DVD's, more than one might think, though Ash supposed that wasn't an accurate representation of a normal sibling relationship.

Then Yellow moved her hand to Ash's arm. "Come on," she said. "It's just for fun. Let's see what happens."

Ash slowly breathed out. Wow, okay, this was definitely something that never could leave the room. "This…doesn't mean anything, right? You get that, right?"

"What, between you and me? Of course! It's not like I want to date you or anything, I'm just curious."

Ash eyed her in uncertainty.

"If it makes it easier, just pretend that I'm Misty, and I'll pretend that you're May!" Yellow suggested.

"That's…" Ash sighed. "Yellow, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Eh." Yellow shrugged. "I mean, if you don't want to, then fine. But like I said, I am kind of curious."

Honestly, Ash kind of was as well. "Fine," he mumbled. "At this point, we might as well, I guess."

He reluctantly unwrapped his fingers from his penis and tried not to wince as Yellow's tiny hand reached over. There was a second of hesitation, as if she were also working up the nerves, and then she wrapped her own fingers around the shaft.

Ash had to bite down hard to keep the reflexive gasp from escaping.

"Okay, this is weird," Yellow muttered as she quizzically studied the throbbing rod in her hand. "So…I go up and down, right?"

"Right," Ash said. "But-" Then he winced. "Ah! Slow, slow! And ease up on the grip, I'm still tender!"

"Oh, sorry!"

After a few seconds, Ash sighed. "You could…squeeze just a little harder." At this point Yellow was barely making contact at all.

"Make up your mind," Yellow sighed, but she did bring her hands in closer.

"There, that's good," Ash breathed. "Now…slow, but n-not too slow."

"Picky, picky." Yellow's hand pumped up and down. It was still weirdly methodical, but it was probably as good as Ash was going to get from her. And it did feel really good. Not as good as when Misty did it, but still better than doing it to himself. And at least it didn't hurt as much this time.

Actually, I kind of miss the hurt, Ash found himself reflecting. It did add a little something to it…

"Ash, this is a two-person job, remember?"

"Oh, um, right. So…what do you want me too…"

Yellow's free hand stretched out and gently took Ash's right arm by the wrist and drew it in between her legs. Ash's back tightened when his fingers brushed against her moist flower.

"Okay, so, I've only been doing this a couple days, but what I like to do is use these fingers here to rub the lips here," Yellow said, using her hand to show him. "Also, slowly circle your thumb around this part here, while using your middle finger to just gently stroke the opening."

"You definitely have the easier job," Ash muttered, though the complaint was mostly out of reflex, a way to ground himself and keep himself from freaking out.

"Okay, you're doing good," Yellow murmured, her eyes closing again. She kept working her hand over Ash's shaft, pumping it with vigor.

Ash closed his eyes too and tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but the feel of Yellow's hand on his sex was really, really distracting, as was the uneasy feeling in his gut. This felt…well, it felt good for one, but also kind of awkward, and sort of wrong. Yellow wasn't his real sister, of course, and they hadn't really been close for a couple years, but he had still known her since they were in diapers.

Besides, he also couldn't help but feel a little disloyal. Misty had wanted to be the one to do this. Sure, she had later disavowed any claim on him, but she had been upset at the time. What if this only hurt her more?

"Okay," Yellow whispered. "N-Now take your fingers and sort of swirl them around in a circle." She used her hand to show him, pressing his three fingers in the middle against the slick, fleshy folds of her vagina and moving them around like he was finger-painting.

"Like-" Boy, Ash's mouth was dry! He swallowed, moistened his tongue, and said, "Like this?"

"Yeah. Like that."

Ash nodded and did as he was told.

Through the wall, he could still hear the cries of pleasure from Misty and May's liaisons. Misty was moaning loudly while he couldn't hear May at all. However, he did hear what sounded like someone slurping up melting ice-cream.

May's probably eating her out, Ash realized. Just that image was enough to make his cock clench and twitch in Yellow's hand.

Well, okay. Yellow had already said that she was probably going to imagine that he was May, so there ought to be no harm in indulging in a little fantasy of his own.

As Yellow stroked his sex and he kneaded hers, Ash let his mind slip away from the awkwardness, anxiety, and guilt to conjure up the image of him and Misty, sitting together on a tropical beach, watching the rhythmic swelling and crashing of the waves. They were both naked, having just emerged from the water and letting the sun dry their bodies.

With the relaxed casualness of having pleasured each other dozens of times, Misty had reached over to grip Ash's member and was idly stroking it in smooth, almost lazy motions, and he was doing the same for her, his fingers sinking into her nubile pussy and swirling it around, her warm arousal seeping through his fingers.

There is no awkwardness in what they were doing, no shame or embarrassment. Just two adventurous children enjoying a moment of peace and companionship, each taking comfort and pleasure from the other's company. Maybe later they would try something a little more bold and passionate, such as making love in the surf or hungrily burying their faces in each other's sexes, but for now there was no hurry, no need to rush to completion. Right now this was all that they needed, just the feel of each other's touch and the sense of their presence, letting the warmth rise and rise until-

Yellow suddenly cried out, breaking Ash's fantasy, her vaginal lips trembling hard. A moment later his palm was flooded with more warm fluid.

Ash didn't have time to really grasp what he had just done, because though Yellow did pitch forward a bit and let out a small cry as she orgasmed, her hand didn't stop moving. If anything, she pumped ever harder and with more urgency, turning the smoldering fire into an outright blaze.

And then it happened. The pleasure flared up and shot out. His hand still gripping Yellow's sex, Ash arched his back against the wall, threw his head better, and grunted as the fire washed over him. His hips bucked against Yellow's hand, as if begging her to clench tighter and squeeze every last bit of arousal out of him.

Then it passed for both of them, and they slumped against each other with twin sighs of satisfaction.

"Well," Yellow said. "Now we know." She released Ash's softening penis and wiped her palm against her thigh.

Ash wearily lifted his trembling arm and looked. His palm was glistening with Yellow's release, with a few sticky strands stretching between his fingers.

"Y-Yeah," he said, rubbing his fingers together. He felt weirdly numb, as if he ought to be freaking out about what he had just done and who he had done it with, but had forgotten how to freak out properly. "So…uh, was it…um, was I any good?"

"Oh, it was fun!" Yellow said.

"Er, thanks."

There was a pause, then Yellow added, "Well, actually, it was also super awkward. Let's not do it again!"

"Oh, thank goodness," Ash breathed as he let his hand drop.

"Really weird for you too?"

"Incredibly."

"Glad we got it out of our systems, and never speak of it ever again?"

"Absolutely."

The two wearily picked themselves up from the ground. Yellow headed over to the cubby where their cleaned clothes were supposedly waiting for them while Ash went over to the sinks.

His hand was sticky, after all.

He ran the hot water, pumped some soap into his clean hand, and was about to wash them both clean, but then paused.

He stared down at the glistening strands on his fingers. I have Yellow's arousal on my hands, he thought. I just…did that with Yellow. Oh my God. If Mom ever finds out…

Actually, she would probably be proud of him? Mom could be really weird in that way.

Regardless though, the full weight was starting to settle in. Shivering, he rubbed his hands together, making sure to lather them up real well, and stuck them under the faucet, dousing them with hot water.

Ash made real sure to clean his hands as thoroughly as possible, followed by his forearms, all the way up to the elbow. Some droplets might have shot further than his fingers, and it wouldn't to let any stay…

Then he felt a pair of skinny arms wrap around him from behind, followed by Yellow's tiny body pressing into his back.

"Hey," she said. "It's okay. I know it was weird and all, but that doesn't mean it has to affect anything."

Ash slowly breathed out. "I know," he said. "It's just…you know, you and me…I never thought we would ever, um, do anything like that."

"Me neither. But hey! At least we know for sure that it would never work between us!"

Ash laughed a little. "Yeah, that's for sure."

"Still friends?"

Ash wiggled around in her embrace to hug her back. "Yeah. Still friends."

The two headed back over to the cubbies. Yellow only had her panties on, so she pulled out her shirt and pulled it down over her head while Ash slipped his boxers on.

Seeing Yellow gather up her pants and tunic under her arm instead of putting them on, Ash frowned. "You're not getting dressed all the way?"

"Nah," Yellow said with a cavernous yawn. "I'm gonna go take a nap. Sleepy."

"You sure? I mean, we still haven't eaten since breakfast, so we could go grab some lunch or…" The rest of Ash's sentence was swallowed up with a giant yawn of his own. "Okay," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his wrist. "Fine. A nap sounds great."

Taking a cue from Yellow, Ash just pulled his shirt on and rolled up the rest of his clothes under his arm. Then the two headed out into the main room.

Misty and May were still doing…whatever in the other bathroom, so the only other being in the room was Chuey, who was curled up on one of the sleeping mats. As they entered, it looked up, shot them a look of disappointment, sighed, and curled up again.

"Oh, don't give me that look," Yellow said, sitting down next to it and rubbing its head. "I'm a big girl. I can do what I want!"

Big girl? According to what metric? Shaking his head, Ash dumped his unused clothes on top of his backpack and walked over to collapse onto one of the sleeping mats.

Just as he started to get comfortable, he heard a shuffling sound. Looking over, he saw Yellow pulling her mat up against his.

"Uh…what?"

Yellow plopped down next to him. "Do you mind?"

Ash frowned. "I thought we agreed that you and I wouldn't work?"

"We don't! But we're still friends, so snuggies should be okay! Besides, you're warm."

Ash sighed, but he couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, fine. Snuggies are okay."

Giggling, Yellow nuzzled up against his side, and he draped an arm around her. So this is what it feels like to go to bed with a girl, Ash noted. The only other time had been that one time he and May had shared, and that had some boundaries. To tell the truth, his and Yellow's mutual masturbation session still kind of weirded him out, but this was nice.

Holding her tiny, warm body to his, Ash's eyes drooped shut, and he soon was fast asleep.

…

Now freshly showered, their clothes cleaned, and feeling utterly refreshed, Misty and May exited the bathroom together.

Misty felt like she was walking on gently wafting clouds through a warm spring afternoon. True, her nether regions were now very sore and her legs wobbly, but it was like she had unrolled an entire Golem off her back. Now she felt younger, lighter, and happier than she had in a very long time.

The two stepped into the hotel room. And then they looked down at the sleeping mats.

They both couldn't help but smile.

"Well now," May said. "That's stinking adorable."

Ash and Yellow had pushed two of the mats together and were curled up together, dead asleep, neither of them lasting long enough to even get under the covers. Ash was sprawled out in the center of the mat, his limbs splayed out in all directions like a particularly sloppy Staryu, while Yellow was curled up at his side, leaning into him with her head resting on his arm, with one of her arms laying on Ash's chest.

Misty had to agree with May. She still wasn't a hundred percent comfortable with Yellow. Sure, Yellow had apologized and made up with Ash, and okay, she had helped save the two of them, along with all those other PokeGirls, but the girl was just so…odd, and not quite in a fun way like May.

But she could not deny that she and Ash looked so very cute like that.

"So…" Misty whispered. "Should we…Uh, May?"

May was pulling the blanket off of another mat. "This is not an opportunity one lets slip by," she whispered back as she crawled onto Ash and Yellow's mats. She laid down right next to Yellow, spooning the smaller girl's body with her own while pulling the blanket over the three of them.

May sighed, but she did see May's point. It did look incredibly comfortable.

Oh, all right.

She slipped her suspenders off and pushed her shorts down. Then, clad only in her shirt and panties, she got up onto the bed on the other side and slipped under the blanket May had brought. Squirming in, she moved in close to the other side of Ash from Yellow, laying her head on his arm and turning into him as well.

Ash mumbled something in his sleep. Then his arm moved in response to her presence, curling around her back and moving her in.

Sighing, Misty closed her eyes. It was just as comfortable as she had hoped, and now in the darkened room, snuggled under a warm blanket with her loved ones, far from the dark trees filled with bugs and the problems of the world, she could finally let herself relax a little.

Seconds later all four of them were fast asleep.

…

Over in the Pewter City PokeCenter, Nurse Kristine Joy was hard at work.

Sitting in one of the Healing Machine's receptacles was the pokeball containing Ash Ketchum's Tangela, which was currently being scanned bit by bit. It was well and good that they were dealing with a pure grass type, as those tended to have memories and brain functions spread throughout their bodies, making retrieving them easier.

However, the memories she was picking up were both disturbing and also hard to parse.

Most of the recent memories were a confusing blur of sound and noise, which meant that that one girl's less-than-tactful description of the Tangela being "coocoo" was admittedly correct. From the look of things, it had mainly been acting on some deeply ingrained behavioral conditioning, performing actions that it had been forced to do over and over again.

And it wasn't hard to figure out why.

Every now and then the haze of nonsense on the screen would clear up, and Nurse Joy would catch a crystal clear glimpse of something horrible. It appeared to be a laboratory of some kind, but one unlike the one they had at the PokeCenter, or any of those used by Pokemon Professors. This one was darker, larger, and nastier, with elongated angles and sharp implements of unknown purpose. Occasionally she would see hideous caricatures of human beings in lab coats or suits, though she strongly suspected that this was how the Tangela remembered them as rather than how they actually looked.

Not that it made it much better.

It was still difficult to who had done this to it and why, but she was starting to get a good idea. One memory had what looked like several large glass tubes filled with some kind of glowing green fluid, and floating in each tube was a naked woman.

PokeGirls, Nurse Joy thought with a shiver. That's what the Tangela was doing. It was a retriever. It was trained to hunt and kidnap PokeGirls for its master.

After it had escaped, it must have just kept right on doing that, as it didn't know how to do anything else.

But why? Who was doing this? What did they want all those PokeGirls for? And how did the Tangela escape in the first place?

"So, how goes it?" said Intern Kimberly Joy, Nurse Joy's younger cousin and current protégé, as she approached with a cup of steaming cinnamon tea for her mentor. "Find out what made this bush apparently so crazy?"

"I…think so," Nurse Joy murmured as she guided the scan with a few keystrokes. "It's clear that this poor guy was used by an illegal lab of some kind, but who or why doesn't seem to be in here."

Brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, Intern Joy leaned in over Nurse Joy's shoulder to frown at the readout. "I really hope we didn't stumble on something that'll get us in trouble. The last thing we need is…Whoa, what's that?"

"Hmmm?"

Archived memories were stored in the upper left-hand corner of the screen for easy access. Intern Joy tapped one and brought it back up. It was another from the viewpoint from inside a cage. The Tangela was staring through the bars at a cluster of men and women in lab coats. All of them were facing a large screen and had their backs to the Tangela, so their faces weren't visible.

Intern Joy pointed to the screen, which was filled with a bunch of strange equations and notes. "Look, right behind that guy's head. There's a picture of…some kind of cat thing."

There was indeed, but if it was a Pokemon, it was unlike any Nurse Joy had ever seen. "Well, that is odd," she remarked.

"Cycle through the others. See if it comes up again."

"That's what I've been doing," Nurse Joy said as she resumed the scan. "But so far it hasn't…wait."

Finally they came across a memory snippet that had someone clearly in the frame so that their features were fully visible. It was a woman, one with blonde hair so long that it reached past her knees and heavy bangs, behind which pale green eyes could be seen. She was wearing a white dress with white leggings and gold tint around the skirt, with a large green gem set over her sternum. While lovely, there was a cruelty in her look that made Nurse Joy's skin crawl.

What was more, on her waist was embroidered a stylized red R.

And with that, Nurse Joy's worst fears were confirmed. She exchanged a look with Intern Joy, who looked similarly troubled.

"Call the police," Nurse Joy said. Intern Joy nodded and hurried off.

…

Ah, the cuddle pile. Truly the most underappreciated aspect of being a harem protagonist.

Okay, so it should now be pretty obvious that I like doing really long chapters. However, I also know that doesn't meant people like to read them. So, after the whole Brock business is done with, would it be preferable if I start breaking these up? Granted, they'll still be written as large chapters and broken up later, so it'll still take the same amount of time for them to be completed, the only difference is that when they're done, they'll probably be released over a period of like three weeks or so instead of one big chunk. Or would you prefer to stick with the big chapters, since those are how they're plotted and paced to be published as? Note that if I do start breaking these up, I can't guarantee anything spicy in every chapter anymore.

Also, I finally completed the first Girl's Hunter rom hack! And, uh, let me just say, no matter how dark this story will get at times, that is nothing compared to the source material. And by that I mean forced amputations, cannibalism, permanent mummification, and being impregnated with a Ditto. Ahahaha, what the fuck?

However, I was amused that while it went to places I refuse to go, it also refused to go to places that I go. "Oh, sure, you'll be engaging in sexual slavery with a whole bunch of fucked up shit coming into play later, but at least you can't catch underaged PokeGirls!" Everyone's gotta have their own standards, I guess.

That being said, I obviously enjoyed it, else I wouldn't have written this huge-ass story because of it. Though I'm still sorting out what aspects from it I'll be incorporating. In the game, PokeGirls actually hold onto their Pokemon teams and can still use them (though this only happens in cutscenes), and I'm pretty sure I won't be using that, since it just raises so many weird questions and logistics problems. However, while I was originally going to discard all that stuff about the Goddess, now I'm thinking I'll give it more thought, as it might be handy for some other worldbuilding.

I'm not doing the PokeMorphs though. You wanna fuck Pokemon, that's your business, but this is my smut story!