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.

14. (B)rock and Roll, Part 4!

(B)rock and Roll, Part 4

I know. I know. I know. But in my defense, I had actual real-life shit go down this time on top of the usual problems that cause delays. Tell you all about it in the after-notes.

Until then, enjoy your horny angst!

…

It was an odd place to be, somewhere between sleeping and waking, somewhere between living and oblivion.

She was aware that she had been hurt, and yet felt no pain. She couldn't feel much of anything, actually, just a general sense of calm and contentment. She was vaguely aware of just having the most wonderful experience in her life, and though she could not recall the details, it had left her floating through a sea of euphoria, happy and at peace.

It was a nice feeling, one that she was more than willing to stay in forever. But unfortunately, for as good as she felt, her rest was being intruded upon by voices, voices that she found familiar but couldn't put a face to, voices that were nearby and would not shut up, voices that were having a very heated argument.

"Look at her! Look at what you did to her!"

"It's not my fault! You told me to use her! I begged you to talk her out of it, but you said to use her anyway!"

"I didn't mean for you to almost get her killed!"

"It was a PokeGirl girl battle against a woman over twice her size! What did you think would happen?"

Though her eyes did not open, she still found her brow creasing in annoyance. Couldn't they just keep it down and let her be?

Doing her best to ignore the voices, she let herself drift off into the comfortable emptiness inside of her mind.

…

There was one aspect of going on a Pokemon journey that Ash had been looking forward to. Not the most important part, certainly, and not something he had really been thinking about when he had Pokemon and badges on the mind, but definitely something that had a distinct appeal to him, something that made the prospect of going out on his own to see the world all the more sweeter.

And that was simply being on his own. The isolation. The solitariness. Having it just be him and his Pokemon, with no humans about at all.

One might find that part strange. After all, wouldn't he be lonely? He would have nobody to talk to, nobody to confide with, nobody to joke with, nobody to keep him company! Sure, he would have his Pokemon, but it wasn't as if they could speak to each other. Why would he want to be alone?

And the answer to that was simple: if he was alone, then it didn't matter what mistakes he made, it didn't matter how he screwed up. Nobody would be affected but himself. If he was alone, then he couldn't let anyone down, and nobody could let him down. He would be responsible for himself and himself only. There was a sort of freedom in that.

Things had not turned out how he had imagined.

He, Misty, May, and Yellow (and Chuey, he supposed) had all returned to their hotel room. He was sitting on the floor up along one wall, while Yellow was up against the wall across from him, sitting on one of the sleeping mats. His legs were spread, his arms draped loosely over his thighs, his shoulders slumped and his face downcast, while Yellow had pulled her legs up and was hugging them with her arms while she peered at him over her knees.

In the center of the room was May, who was still naked and lying on a sleeping mat of her own. Immediately after the battle had been declared over, Mistry had recalled her friend into her human ball in a panic. Fortunately, even with his PC still on the fritz, Brock Harrison's Healing Machine still worked fine, so they were able to fix May right up with no difficulties. Unfortunately, while she looked physically fine, when Misty had released her she still had been unconscious.

The big PokeGirl Onyx had reassured them that this was normal, that May was simply dealing with stimulation overload, something that was very common when a young PokeGirl had her first battle against another PokeGirl. On one level, Ash knew that she had to be right, but it was hard to feel comfort after watching your friend get brutally beaten into unconsciousness and refuse to wake up afterward.

As for Misty, she was not sitting anywhere. Rather, she was pacing anxiously back and forth along one side of the room, wringing her hands while talking a mile a minute.

So far, she had ran through just about everyone in assigning blame, from Ash to Brock to Onyx to Yellow for some reason to definitely May. In fact, Ash had been the first person she had gone after once May had been recalled, but while he knew that she was just scared and lashing out, Ash had been quite fed up with taking the blame for stuff that wasn't his fault, and an explosive argument had erupted until Brock was able to separate them.

Now they weren't speaking, and Ash was doing his best to ignore Misty's fretting, but he did note that in her list of people who were at fault, the one name she kept coming back to was herself.

Ash had wanted to speak up several times, whether to defend himself again (she had told him to do it!) or May (it had been her choice!) or Yellow (how was she responsible?) or Brock (again, Misty had told them to let May fight Onyx!). But most of all, Ash wanted to tell Misty not to be too hard on herself, that she couldn't be held responsible for May's injuries. May had wanted to fight, and Ash had been the one calling the battle! All Misty had done was give permission.

He didn't, though. Because he at the very least knew the difference between someone who was very stressed just ranting to blow off steam and someone who was seriously divvying up responsibility, and he also was not an idiot. So he kept quiet.

It didn't stop him from feeling absolutely rotten, though.

Then he heard Yellow go, "Pssst!"

Ash glanced up. Yellow had put her legs down, but was still staring at him. Then she lifted her hands so he could see.

Are you okay? she signed.

Ash blinked in surprise. Then the edges of his mouth lifted.

Almost forgot how to do this, he signed back.

I haven't.

Ash rolled his eyes. Well, you dated him!

Yellow giggled. Then her face turned serious. Still. Not your fault.

Ash swallowed. May was hurt.

Her choice.

My battle, he signed, and rather aggressively at that.

Yellow sighed. Not. Your. Fault.

Ash turned away. There were a dozen retorts he'd like to make, but sign-language was too limited and he was too rusty to do his thoughts justice.

"What are you two doing?

The two of them turned their heads to see Misty standing still and staring at them, a look of confusion on her face.

"Sign-language," Yellow said without hesitation.

"Sign-language? You two know sign-language?"

"Well, yeah," Yellow said with a shrug. "Doesn't everybody?"

Ash sighed. "We learned it because one of our friends is-"

With a suddenness that made Ash yelp and Misty scream a little, May's eyes snapped open and she abruptly sat straight up. "I WANT A REMATCH!" she shouted.

Everyone froze in place, staring at her.

May looked around wildly. "Huh?" she said. "What are we doing back here? Where's Onyx? I have unfinished business with those thighs!"

Misty inhaled sharply.

"You lost," Yellow said simply.

May blinked. "Well, no kidding I lost! That's why I wanna fight her again!"

"Oh, my God, what is wrong with you?" Misty cried. "You threw yourself at Onyx, got beaten nearly to death, and barely even defended yourself because you were too busy getting off on getting beaten to death!"

May stared at her. "Uh, yeah? That's what happens in PokeGirl battles?"

"No! In PokeGirl battles you have two PokeGirls fighting! That was…was a massacre! That was a mauling! You didn't stand a chance!"

"So I'm a rookie!" May threw her hands into the air. "Of course I got my butt kicked! It was my first real battle!"

"And your last!"

"OOOHHH, nuh-uh!" May empathetically shook her head. "Nope! No way! That was the best experience of my life, and I am not-"

"Your best? Getting beaten near to death was your best? So, nothing to do with me, your best friend and lover?"

"Oh, come on, you know what I meant!"

"Do I? Do I? Because I just had to watch as my best friend and lover just about got herself killed, and the first thing she does as soon as she wakes up is want to go back, because apparently she's disappointed that the freaking giantess that squashed her head in didn't finish the job!"

"Hey, you told Ash to do it, remember? Don't get mad because it backfired!"

"I thought it would teach you a lesson!"

"Well, it did! And that is I belong in the ring, fighting other PokeGirls, not stuck hiding in the shadows like-"

Ash inhaled deeply through his nose.

Then he lifted his hand up and slammed the flat of his palm against the wall.

Hard.

"All right, QUIT IT!" he roared right after.

The two arguing PokeGirls were so taken by surprise by his outburst that they stopped yelling at each other immediately and spun around to stare at him with wide eyes and agape mouths. Even Chuey looked a little taken back.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ash sighed and said, "Look, it's been a long day. So can we just not do the yelling thing right now?"

"Hey, I didn't start it," May said, pressing her thumb to the center of her bare chest. She then stuck her thumb toward Misty. "She's the one who was yelling first."

"And I had real good reason to! Have you completely lost you-"

"ENOUGH!"

Misty and May quieted down again, though given the glares they were shooting each other and now Ash, it was clear they didn't appreciate having their spat interrupted.

Ash slowly breathed in and out through clenched teeth. This truly had been a most horrible day, and while he understood both Misty and May's anger toward each other, if they were going to cap the day off by screaming at each other he was going to lose his mind.

"Okay, I'm making the call. Team meeting, right now!"

…

They gathered around the round table, Ash standing at one point, Yellow sitting across from him and looking more bemused than anything, while Misty and May both sat between them and across from each other, neither looking directly at the other but still each shooting the other sidelong looks of irritation. May, it should be noted, was still naked, and didn't look to be changing that anytime soon. Ash refrained from commenting on this.

Ash folded his arms. "Okay," he said. "Now, things have been really rough for all of us for a while now-"

"No," Misty said. "You think?"

"-but that's no reason to start yelling at each other!" He thrust his finger at the pair of PokeGirls. "You two are best friends! Work it out!"

May sighed. "Great. Now, instead of yelling at each from across the room, we can do it from across the table."

"No, Ash has got a point!" Misty abruptly jerked her chair around so that she was looking directly at May. Slamming her palms down on the table, she said, "May, I'm not trying to attack you or anything, but you just scared the living daylights out of me! Onyx nearly beat you to death right in front of me! How could I not be upset?"

"Ugh!" May banged her elbows onto the tabletop and grabbed her forehead in frustration, her finger crinkling the fabric of her bandana. "Misty, seriously! What did you think was going to happen? That getting beat up by Onyx would scare me so badly that I come crawling to you, crying about how you were right the whole time and I'll be a good little girl from now on?"

"YES!"

"Really?" May looked quite incredulous, not to mention a little hurt. "Why? I mean, you know me better than anyone! Or at least, I thought you did!"

"I do know you, May! And that's why I'm scared!"

Well, at least they were being emotionally honest instead of just snapping at each other. Ash remained standing and watched silently.

"Wait, I scare you now?" May now looked very hurt. "Look, I know people think I'm weird. Even the people that don't know I'm a PokeGirl think I'm weird. And I never cared, but you were always the one person I felt that I could, you know, just be myself around."

"That was before I knew what being a PokeGirl was like! It literally drives you insane!"

May's jaw dropped. "You think I'm insane? I-" Then she paused, and frowned. "Well, okay, a little! But I was always like that! How is any of this new information?"

"You weren't trying to get people to beat the crap out of you!" Misty snapped.

"I never had the chance!" May retorted. "And I talked about wanting it all the time! So, what, I finally get the opportunity to do something I've wanted to do before I even met you and made exactly zero secret about, and suddenly it's a problem?"

"Yes! That's not normal!"

"Well, screw being normal! And at least I know what I want!"

At this, Ash winced a little. Oh boy.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Misty demanded.

"You know what it means! You're the one going 'Oh, woe is me, I can't go on an awesome adventure where I'll be free and happy and won't have to put up with disrespectful jerks all the time because I'm a slave to a job I don't even like-'"

"Me? A slave? Look who's talking!"

"At least I like it!"

Ash buried his face in his hand. Oh boy.

"And that's the problem! Y-You're real comfortable being all judgmental right now, you know that? I'm the one setting records and actually making something of myself, while you're all, 'Oh, look at me! I'm May! I like being naked in public and humping table legs!'"

Then Ash noticed something. Misty was already red in the face with anger, but as she continued to yell, that hue was darkening in a manner that didn't look like it was coming from anger. There was a catch to her breath that didn't quite sound like it was coming from negative emotions, a huskiness that wasn't born of rage. Furthermore, while the intense way she was staring at May had anger to spare, he also couldn't help see the way Misty's eyes were flitting down to May's boobs; which, okay, no one could blame her for, but one would think that in a situation like this her fury and indignation would override her lust.

But then again, she was a PokeGirl, whether she liked it or not. Lust was the fuel on which their engine ran, and any strong emotions only kicked their libido into overdrive. So the angrier they got, the hornier they got, which meant that the longer this argument went on, the more likely it would take an…interesting turn.

While most of Ash just hope that the two would be able to resolve their differences, there was part of him that was hoping that things would escalate to that point, and that he would be allowed to stick around and watch. But the more practical side of him noted that things would actually end up getting kind of scary and hazardous to his health, so he would be better off if they could resolve things with words.

Still, given how heated their words were at the moment, that seemed unlikely. "The table thing was a joke!" May said.

"'And boy do I sure love getting beaten half to death!' Nope, nothing wrong with that at all!"

"There isn't! It's normal for PokeGirls to-"

"No!" Misty cried. "It's not normal! It's not sane! It's not healthy! Nothing about this is healthy! It messes you up in the head, like it's doing to me, because apparently I can't even argue with you without making myself horny! UGH!"

Misty abruptly got up and stomped away to the bathroom she shared with May, angrily pushing her suspenders off her shoulders as she went.

"I can't concentrate like this! This is the stupidest-"

The door slammed shut, leaving her friends staring after her.

May blinked three times in succession. Then her brow furrowed into a furious scowl. "Oh, no! You're not walking away from me, Misty Waterflower!" She got up and ran after her friend. "We are settling this right here, right now-"

She tore the door open and marched inside, slamming it shut behind her. A moment later Ash heard the click of the door's lock.

Ash slowly breathed out and sank into his chair. Whew, that had been intense. But hey, it could have gone a lot worse.

"Wow, that was something," Yellow remarked.

"But it worked," Ash said. "Now they're going to sort their issues out like they're supposed to. It's like you said: we need to talk about our problems instead of just letting them build."

Yellow still didn't look quite convinced. "But what if they get so mad at each other that they stop being friends?" she asked. "Like you and Gary! Or you and me that one time."

Ash winced at the unpleasant reminder. "They won't! I've known them a little bit longer than you have. They might get mad at each other, but they care about one another too much for that to happen."

"I hope you're right," Yellow said, casting a dubious look over her shoulder toward the bathroom.

"I am! You'll see."

"Okay." A few moments passed, then Yellow said, "Oh, uh, Ash?"

"Hmmm?"

"Weren't you also supposed to talk to Misty about all the weird stuff that happened between you yesterday?"

Ash blinked.

Then his shoulders slumped.

"Aw, darn it," he hissed.

…

May stormed into the bathroom, hands clenched at her sides, ready to fight if she had to.

Misty was seated in the middle of the room, her suspenders down and her shorts pulled down to her knees. She had her hand stuck between her legs, and had apparently hadn't even started to pleasure herself yet. She had sat straight up in alarm when May barged in but, upon seeing who it was, slumped with a sigh of irritation.

May glowered down at her for a few seconds. Then she walked right past her and sat down right behind Misty so that they were back-to-back and stuck her own hand between her thighs.

Masturbating while angry wasn't exactly easy, but if there was one thing Misty was right about, it was that PokeGirls channeled most strong emotions into their libido, and as frustrated as she was with Misty, May was even hornier.

The two silently fingered themselves, not speaking, not even looking at each other. The only sound was the occasional squish of their folds or the catch of their breath.

Then Misty said, "You scared me half to death.

May sighed. "Again. You told Ash to do it. You knew what would happen."

"I didn't think it would be that brutal! And I thought-"

"That I would be so traumatized by the pain that I would swear off PokeGirl-hood forever," May bitterly finished for her. "Yeah, I know."

Misty sighed and leaned back against May.

Shaking her head, May slowly rolled her clitoris around with her thumb as she slid her middle finger into her entrance up to the second knuckle. "Misty, I'm being serious here," she said when he had a steady rhythm going. Arguing while masturbating was going to be a challenge, but fortunately it was the sort of challenge that May was more than up for. "I've always been honest and open with what I'm about. What about any of that was so surprising?"

"But that's just it!" May said. "It's one thing when you're rubbing yourself while watching those videotapes of yours, or drooling over every pretty girl we pass, or groping me in inappropriate pla-Ah!" Misty suddenly inhaled sharply, and May couldn't help but smirk a little. Apparently reliving being groped while rubbing herself had made it…difficult to concentrate on their dispute. Misty took in a shuddering breath and continued, her voice just a little breathier now. "B-But when you're literally throwing yourself into situations where you're absolutely going to be hurt and hurt bad, and the first thing you say when you wake up is that you want to do it again, then that's scary!"

May didn't immediately retort, and the two girls sat in thoughtful silence, each fingering herself while stewing in her own sulky musings.

However, this was an area where May held the advantage. She always felt that Misty was the smarter of the two; after all, you had to be to successfully run your own gym at her age. But Misty was still unused and uncomfortable with PokeGirl hormones, while May did her best thinking while masturbating, and she felt that she had already identified a flaw in Misty's way of thinking. She slowed her stroking, removing her slicked finger from the inside of her pussy and just massaging her swollen lower lips. "Hey, Red? How many PokeGirls do you think you've beaten unconscious in your gym?"

"What?" Misty said, surprise in her voice. "I d-don't know, I don't keep track!"

May leaned her head back against Misty's shoulder, so that her lover's unruly orange hair was brushing against her ear. "It's a lot, isn't it?"

"Well, some of them beat me, too!"

Quirking an eyebrow, May straightened up. Then, keeping her hand pressed to her wet pussy, she reached back with the other, settling it on Misty's bare thigh. The younger girl tensed at the touch, her sweat-slicked skin tightening, but she didn't swat May's hand away. "Were any of them nervous about fighting you?" May said as she stroked her friend's hip. "Maybe even scared? I'm sure it must have hurt to be knocked around by a spinning Starmie, or have the breath squeezed of them by your Tentracruel, or frozen in a block of ice by your Dewgong." Her fingers wandered up and around Misty's thigh, before slipping in under the redhead's palm and grasping the soft, inviting flesh of Misty's immature sex. Misty hissed in response, a long and tense breath escaping through her clenched teeth. "It takes a lot to knock out a PokeGirl. You ever feel bad for any of them?"

"Well no," Misty said after a lengthy pause. There was a catch to her voice, one that May quite liked.

Her fingers continued to caress the long lips that framed Misty's entrance while continuing to tease her own, tormenting both pussies with agonizing slowness. She had a point to make and was in no hurry to make it. "Why not?"

Misty didn't answer.

"Because they're PokeGirls," May answered for her. "Like me. And PokeGirls enjoy fighting, even enjoy the pain. So it never bothered you." Using her ring and pointer finger, she spread the lips of Misty's pussy like a curtain, letting her middle finger plunge into the warmth in between. "So why was it happening to me any different?"

"Because it's you!"

Suddenly Misty's hand was there, reaching back around May's waist like she was doing to Misty, aggressively shoving the hand May was using to masturbate aside and gripping her sex in its place.

May's back arched as a torturous moan escaped her lips. To a PokeGirl, there were few things more euphoric than being touched by her trainer. It didn't matter how familiar the feel of Misty's fingers on her body was; it never failed to send her trembling with ecstasy.

"You're pretty much the only real human friend I've ever had!" Misty continued as May squirmed under her fingers. "You're the only person that ever treated me good! I don't know those other PokeGirls and I don't care about them, but I care about you! So yeah, watching you do that to yourself is really scary!"

Despite the glorious pleasure Misty's fingers were bringing her, May couldn't help but feel just a little indignant on behalf of her PokeGirl sisters. "So, what, they aren't-" She suddenly pitched forward with a small gasp as a particularly strong burst of heat shot up through her. Shaking her head, she rose up again and continued. "They aren't people, is that what you're saying?" She tightened her hand on Misty's pussy, sinking her finger deeper into the warm wetness of Misty's core, making her shake.

"Of c-course they are!" Misty managed to get out. "B-But they're not my friends! Besides, they're grown-ups! And grown-ups can fight other grown-ups! You just get beat up!"

Now Misty's hand was really sinking in, and as good as it felt, May's irritation was actually overpowering her libido for what had to be the first time ever.

So she turned around.

Not breaking her hold on Misty's pussy, May shifted around so that she was facing Misty's back. Before her redheaded trainer knew what was happening, May was leaning her naked torso up against her, her breasts squishing against Misty's back, one hand continuing to finger her while the other shoved up under her shirt, pushing it up to seize one undeveloped breast, her fingertips sinking into the soft flesh while the hard nub of Misty's nipple pressed into her palm.

"Red, I love you more than anything," May said murmured, resting her chin onto Misty's shoulder so that her lips were brushing Misty's ear. "But fighting Onyx was one of the happiest moments of my entire life." She slid her ring finger over the contours of Misty's vagina and pushed it in to join the finger already pumping her insides. "It's what I've always wanted, and you know that!"

Misty's young body was literally quivering in May's hands, but she didn't break. "That doesn't change the fact that it's insane!" she hissed.

Rolling her eyes, May pinched Misty's erect clitoris between her thumb and index finger and gave it a tug. Misty pitched forward with a small gasp. "Misty? I love you dearly, but seriously, get over it. I am the way I am, and you're not my boss, okay? You don't own me!"

The words were spoken mostly out of irritation, and as soon as they left her mouth, May realized that she had made a tactical error. Misty immediately went rigid, her back going stiff up against May's naked torso.

A second later her groin was pulled from May's hands and May found herself staring at a pair of absolutely livid emerald eyes. "Excuse me?!" Misty demanded. "What did you just say?"

The air around them was starting to crackle, and May felt her hair start to rise up in symmetry with Misty's rage. There were actual sparks flashing in Misty's eyes, and the green irises were brightening to electric yellow.

Oh, this isn't good, May thought despondently. An angry Misty she could handle. An angry Misty losing control over immense well of electric power within a small, contained space filled with water pipes was all sorts of bad, especially since if lightning started to fly, there was nothing May could really respond with that wouldn't make the situation so much worse.

But then, she had to admit that if everything was going to come crashing down around her ears, then having it happen while fighting Misty PokeGirl to PokeGirl while naked sounded kind of spectacular.

Then Misty seized May by the wrists and, with a strength that surprised the older girl, forced her back to the floor.

…

In the other room, Ash was trying to read one of the Pokemon training manuals that Nurse Joy had given him, and Yellow was pretending to play with her PokeDex, all the while acting like neither of them were listening in on the two PokeGirls fight in the bathroom. Which was a complete farce, because they both were listening very intently.

Then Misty's voice suddenly got loud, and Ash winced. So did Yellow.

"Hey, Ash?" Yellow said. "Are we…really needed here?"

"Well…"

"Because neither of us have really gone shopping yet, and we really need to stock up on supplies…"

Ash glanced to the door. Given his head was a whirlwind of emotions and his nethers a whirlpool of lust, sticking around probably wasn't the healthiest course of action. Still, he didn't like the thought of just running out on them. After all, provoking them until they finally let out their bottled emotions had been his idea.

Then he heard the sound of bare flesh hitting smooth tile, followed by Misty yelling…something. There was also a strange humming sound, like a massive generator powering on.

Uh-oh.

"Hey, wanna go grab some dinner?" Ash said, bounding to his feet.

Yellow already had her hat and shoes on. "Uh, yeah! Dinner sounds great!"

"Great! Uh, guys!" Ash called to the bathroom door. "Yellow and I are going out, be back later!"

"Fine, do what you want!" Misty snapped back. Oh, she was mad.

Ash hurriedly dressed, Chuey hastily bounded onto Yellow's shoulder, and the three of them practically fled from the hotel room.

…

Ever since she had become a PokeGirl, Misty's emotions had been completely knocked out of whack. She was horny pretty much all the time, constantly frustrated with how there seemed to be no good path for her to take, irritated with all of her traveling companions, and guilty about how she kept would inevitably let them down.

And a good chunk of the blame could reasonably laid at the feet of her best friend and lover, May Maple.

Cheery, loving, and supportive May. Messed-up, violent, and sex-crazed May. The only person to really get Misty, sometimes more than Misty was really comfortable with, and while Misty could probably list all of May's issues in alphabetical order and why she had each and every one of them, she felt that she would never really understand her.

And so they were now fighting.

While naked.

And each trying to sexually mount and dominate the other.

Theirs was…a complicated relationship.

Her hands clamped around May's wrists, Misty planted her rump on the smooth, naked expanse of May's stomach and squeezed her legs tight against May's sides, holding her in place. "Are you stupid?" Misty barked down at her. "I do own you, remember? Literally! Because you begged me to! You can't give yourself to me and then complain it later!"

Growling like a restrained attack dog, May writhed and twisted against Misty's grip, her stomach heaving like the tumultuous sea. Whether intentionally or not, her lower abs ground up against Misty's pussy, the friction stimulating her hard. "Okay, fine!" May snapped. "Maybe you do own me! Maybe you can tell me what to do! But you can't tell me what to feel!"

Suddenly her tamato-red face tightened with concentration, the only warning Misty got before May managed to buck her hip and lift her legs up around, crossing her calves around Misty's shoulder and locking them under her chin.

Oh, no.

With a grunt, May shoved her legs down, taking Misty's body with it. The back of her head bounced off the tiled floor, which might have been dangerous had she still been a normal human, but as it was it hurt no worse than a light smack.

However, May's aim hadn't been to hurt. It had been to take control.

May kept her legs locked around Misty's petite body, squeezing her knees together at Misty's waist. Misty tried kicking her, but May merely dodged the blows and snatched at her legs, gathering them both under her arm.

"Now, you are going to stay there until I can work some sense into you," May said as Misty squirmed in her grip.

"Sense?" Misty hissed. "I'm going to listen to sense? From-"

May thrust her hand in between Misty's thighs and seized onto her mound.

Hard.

"-ah!"

…

Ash and Yellow exited the hotel and onto the streets of Pewter City.

It was early evening. The sun hadn't set, but was on its way out, and around them the nightlife was coming alive. People were getting off work and heading for the restaurants, theaters, bars, clubs, stores, and other forms of entertainment. And then there were all the trainers hitting the city to unwind after a hard day of training.

Which now included Ash and Yellow, though their situation was…unorthodox.

"You have any idea how long it'll be before it's safe to go back?" Yellow asked.

"Hopefully not too long." Ash checked his watch. "Let's give them a couple hours. With any luck those two will have made up by then. Or blown up the hotel room."

Yellow shrugged. "Well, just have them charge it to Misty. She's the one with the fancy badge."

Ash intended to do just that. What was the point of being friends with a Gym Leader if she wasn't going to foot the bill every once and a while, especially where massive property damage was concerned?

To be honest though, while he knew that getting out had been the smart move, he did feel a little bad for doing so. Sure, there wasn't much he could have done, and if he had intervened he very likely would have ended up barbequed. His skin was only just getting back to normal; he didn't need to be roasted again!

But even so, he still didn't care for leaving his friends in a bad situation, even if it was none of his business. He just hoped things would be okay once they did get back.

"So, hey," Yellow said as the pair walked along, heading toward the shopping district. "If they do get it out and make up without blowing anything up, are you gonna do it?"

"Do what?"

"Talk to Misty about having sex?"

Ash almost tripped on vanishingly small crack.

"That was clumsy," Yellow remarked.

Shaking his head, Ash regained his footing and kept walking. "What is with you people?" he complained. "I swear, you're more invested in this than I am!"

"Well, you want to, don't you?"

"Of course I do! I just have more important things to worry about right now! Like fixing Tangela! Like winning that badge! Like-"

Like finding a way to keep from being abandoned.

"Like what?" Yellow inquired.

Shaking his head, Ash said, "Like maybe finding a new Pokemon if Tangela can't fight, or…"

Then Ash's voice trailed off. A little boy, one looking to be a year or two younger than he was, was coming down the sidewalk in the opposite way. He was wearing a striped yellow and black tee-shirt, a green cap, and comfy-looking black shorts. And judging by the displeased scowl on his face, he really would rather be doing anything else.

Crawling along on their hands and knees in front of him were a pair of young PokeGirls, both looking to be just old enough to be legally caught, one trim and slender with a modest bust and a long, flowing mane of shimmering red hair, and the other paler of skin and curvier of form, with large, hanging breasts that jiggled noticeably as she crawled and a bob of blue hair cut short to just beyond her ears. They had on padded gloves, kneepads, and socks, as well as a leather collar around each of their necks, attached to which were a pair of leashes leading back to the boy's hand. A pair of fluffy, artificial tails, one red and one blue, was plugged into each of their anuses, and they both wore a headband bearing fake ears, dog ears for the redhead and cat ears for the blunette. They wore no other clothing.

"Oh, cute!" Yellow said appreciatively.

Ash blinked. He knew that some people forewent traveling and battling with their PokeGirls and instead just kept them as pets, but he had never actually seen it before. Pallet Town just didn't have much of a PokeGirl community. It just seemed strange to him.

Still, he supposed that it was none of his business, and the PokeGirls did seem to be enjoying themselves, with the redhead even panting with her tongue hanging out. He and Yellow stood aside to let the trio pass.

However, as the two collared PokeGirls were moving past the two children, they both paused. And then they turned to look at Ash and Yellow, their heads cocked inquisitively.

"Um, hello?" Ash said.

"Oh, come on!" the little boy complained, giving the leashes a tug. "Don't do this now! We've wasted enough time as it is!"

Ignoring him, the two PokeGirls approached Ash and Yellow, one panting and one purring. The doglike redhead went up to Yellow. She squatted back with one hand still on the ground while she pawed at Yellow's knees with the other. Giggling, Yellow reached over to bury her fingers in the girl's thick, red hair, giving her a scratch. The redhead barked happily.

Meanwhile, the catlike blunette seemed to have taken an odd liking to Ash. She slinked around him, pressing the sides of her bare waist and rump up against his legs. Ash had to take a big step to one side to prevent himself from getting tied up in her leash.

Ash had to admit, while he was still a little confused and unsure of how to respond, he was enjoying the experience. His boxers suddenly were feeling a little tight as the blood rushed down to his penis, causing it to stiffen up against the inside of his pants.

The blunette took notice. She stopped circling him and looked intently at his rising bulge, a somewhat smug look on her face. Ash had the sudden urge to cover himself up in embarrassment, which kind of struck him as a little strange. After all, he was wearing clothes and she wasn't.

The blunette squatted back, knees raised and spread to either side, hands planted down between her legs, her large boobs squeezed out between her arms. She looked up to Ash, a very mischievous and distinctly feline smile on her face.

Then she leaned forward to nuzzle her cheek against Ash's throbbing crotch.

"Guys, please!" the little boy begged. "You always do this!"

Ash swallowed. This was sort of a new experience for him. Normally PokeGirls just left him alone and he left them alone. Now, even the two that were paying a lot of attention to him had a lot of weird baggage tied up into that attention. He wasn't used to having strange PokeGirls approach him and start lavishing him with animal-like affection. How was he supposed to respond?

He glanced over to Yellow, who seemed to be having none of his trepidations. Rather, she and the doglike redhead were getting along swimmingly. The redhead was now sitting upright on her haunches, hands held to her chest like paws, mouth open in a big, goofy smile, while her tongue hung out to one side as she panted loudly. Yellow was holding a mint candy, presumably swiped from the hotel's reception desk.

"Okay, get ready!" Yellow said. "Here it comes!" The redhead barked.

Then Yellow tossed the mint over the PokeGirl's head. The redhead bounded up to catch it in her mouth. There was a crunch, and the girl sat back again with another bark.

"Why do you gotta be so embarrassing?" whined the little boy. "My show's almost on! You'll make me miss it!"

Well, if they wanted to be treated like pets, then Ash supposed that there was no harm in complying. He reached over to set his hand on top of the blunette's hair. It was silky-smooth and warm to the touch. Then he slipped his fingers in to scratch the top of her head.

The girl liked that a lot. Her purring grew louder, and she tilted her hand to press her round cheek up against his palm.

"Okay, that's it!" The little boy again gave the leashes a hard tug, finally pulling the two PokeGirls away from Ash and Yellow, to both of their disappointment. "Knock it off and leave them alone!"

"It's really okay," Yellow said. "We don't mind."

"Well, I do!" the little boy said. "They're my brother's, but he's too busy studying for his entrance exams to take them on walks, so our mom makes me do it! It's not fair! They do what he tells them to do, but whenever I'm made to look after them they go out of their way to mess with me!"

Judging by the very smug glances the two PokeGirls were shooting each other, Ash had no problem believing that that was the case. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the kid.

Now the boy was straining hard on the leashes, pulling on them with all of his meager strength. No doubt the PokeGirls could have stayed right where they were if they wanted to, but they apparently had decided to cut the poor kid some slack, and got back onto their hands and knees to trot merrily along, passing the frustrated kid to be on their way. After a second the boy growled, kicked a nearby lamppost, and hurried to follow.

Ash and Yellow watched them go, in part out of bemusement from the strange encounter, but also to take the time to admire the sway of their shapely buttocks as crawled along, as well as the brief glimpses of their pussies behind the swishing of their tails.

"Nice," Yellow remarked. "Really nice."

While he agreed, Ash still shot her a look. "You're getting more perverted every day," he said as they continued on.

"Oh, leave me alone. I'm gay, I'm allowed to check out other girls."

"That has nothing to do with-" Then Ash blinked. "Hold on, you're what?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you? Turns out I'm a lestbeeon! It means-"

"Lesbian," Ash corrected. "And I know what it means! I just didn't know that you were one! I mean, you've dated more boys than you have girls!"

"Well, I am," Yellow said. "May helped me figure it out. Besides, Leaf was the one I really liked."

Huh. Come to think of it, that did make a lot of sense. "So…back in the bathroom, when you and I…"

"Yeah, turns out there was a reason why that was so weird! It's because you're not a girl!"

Honestly, while Ash hadn't been bothered by Yellow's lack of attraction for him, the clarification came as something of a surprise relief. Maybe he was more attractive than he gave himself credit for.

"Hey, maybe you're a boy lesbian," Yellow said. "Maybe that's why it was weird for you too."

Ash couldn't keep from snickering, "Er, no, boys aren't called lesbians at all. They're just called gay."

"Oh," Yellow said. "Why?"

"Because…" Then Ash paused. Come to think of it, that was sort of strange. Both boys who liked boys and girls who liked girls were called gay, so why did only gay girls get a special name? "Actually, I don't have a clue. It's just the way it is, I guess."

"Oh. Weird."

Ash shrugged. "Well, whatever. And I'm not gay. It was just weird because we've known each other so long. Trust me, we both like girls the same way."

"That makes sense," Yellow said. Then her eyes brightened. "Hey, were you thinking of May and Misty wearing collars and tails and stuff like those two were? Because I was!"

That thought actually gave Ash pause. Now that Yellow had brought it up, the thought of having Misty and May as his pets was, well, extremely appealing. They would be naked all the time for one, he could pet and caress them whenever he wanted, he could take them for walks and just enjoy the view the whole time, they could press and snuggle up to him at any time without it being weird, and they could curl up in his lap as he watched TV.

Plus, there was just something about having them wear nothing but his collar that sounded incredibly arousing. It was sort of like marking them, declaring them to be his property and his alone.

Ash had never really looked forward to possibly owning a PokeGirl like other boys his age did. To him, it had sounded like more trouble than it was worth. Sure, they were cute, but to actually own a person? To have another human being as his personal property? Well, that just sounded messy and complicated! And to be honest, the last few days with Misty and May had really done nothing to dissuade him of that impression, and they were both very messy and complicated.

But on the other hand, the last few days had also opened up his eyes to a lot of things he had never really considered before. Yes, they were both messy, complicated, frustrating, unpredictable, and sometimes even a little annoying, but if he could figure out a way to make it work, for all of them to deal with and move past their issues and hang-ups, then there definitely was something to be said about the companionship, about the mutual love and support, about the open affection, and yes, about just how attractive and sexy he found the two of them. Granted, he truly doubted that either of them would ever wear his collar, but…

Well, maybe May would.

Yellow then glanced down, one eyebrow askew. By now, Ash fully well knew what that look meant. "Ash, you know that-"

Ash stopped her by placing his palm over her face. "Point out my erection again and I'm feeding you to Tangela."

"Pika," Chuey bristled.

"Same goes for you! You really want that rematch now that it's healthy?"

Yellow reached up to pull his hand down. "Well, don't go threatening me with a good time!"

"Aw, forget it," Ash groused as he continued on his way. "It's official: May's been a real bad influence on you."

"Are you kidding? May is the best! First she taught me how to masturbate, then she took me to the PokeGirl Market and showed me so many sexy things, then she told me what being gay was, and then we had sex! It was awesome!"

"Uh-huh," Ash said with a nod, only half-listening. "Well, that sounds like-"

Then he paused.

Wait.

Though he knew he would probably regret asking, he still needed clarification. "You guys had sex?" he said.

"Oh, yeah! It was great! We took off all our clothes, and then she shoved her vagina against my vagina, and then-"

"Okay, okay! I get it!" Honestly, despite how long he had known her, sometimes Ash couldn't tell if Yellow's bluntness really was from innocent naiveté or because she knew that it wound people up.

"Oh, what?" Yellow said. "You and I have literally rubbed each other's privates. And I watched you and Misty masturbating each other. Why is even weird?"

"It just…I don't know, it just is!"

"Come on, Ash!" Yellow said in exasperation. "It really shouldn't be."

On her shoulder, Chuey silently buried its face in its little paws. Clearly it disagreed, and felt that its trainer's increasingly sexual behavior should probably shouldn't be normalized.

Still, as Ash and Yellow continued on their way, Ash did have to admit that Yellow had a point. Even though the two of them weren't likely to get it on again anytime soon, the constant nudity and groping was getting weirdly normal.

…

"Yes! Sense!" May continued as she pumped her fingers right into Misty's inner canals with rough, forceful thrusts. "Call me a sex-crazed nut if you want, but I own it! I want to go for the full PokeGirl experience, violence and everything! But you?" Here she gave her wrist a sharp twist, rotating the fingers inside of Misty and practically scraping at her walls. "You're only a Gym Leader because of that stupid note! I mean, what kind of boneheaded idea is that? 'Hey, I'm outtie, make my daughters all fight each other to see who'll do my job from now on! Oh, the youngest is the only one with any talent? Well, guess she's going to have to just keep fighting trainers day in and day out and never get to have a life!'"

Tears were streaming from Misty's eyes, in part from how rough she was being fingerfucked, but also because May's words were penetrating even further than her hand.

May was right. She was being really harsh, even more than normal, but she was right. Misty hadn't been given much of a choice in participating in her mother's little game; the League had made that very clear. Besides, it wasn't as if anyone had expected her to win. Her sisters had all been in their mid-to-late teens at the time, which wasn't all that uncommon for a new Gym Leader. One of them was probably going to win, and poor little Misty, the runt of the family, wouldn't have to bear the responsibility of running a gym on top of coping with her parents' disappearance. She at least could have something resembling a normal life.

Unfortunately, no one had really anticipated her raw talent at Pokemon training, or her sisters' breathtaking ineptitude.

But at unfair as it all was, and despite everything that had been robbed from her, Misty had heard that argument before.

And it wasn't about to sway her now.

May's legs had a vicelike grip on her body, and she had Misty's legs twisted up pretty good. But that still had full range of motion with her arms. Plus, May was so focused on assaulting Misty's pussy that she hadn't given much thought to her own.

So Misty was able to slip her hand in-between their bodies and give it a squeeze.

Misty knew her way around May's genitals well, and sure enough her friend's nude body went stiff around her, May's back arching, a sharp hiss escaping between her teeth.

Further to the point, the limbs holding Misty in place were loosed, and she was able to wriggle out of May's grasp.

From there, she had to act fast. May had far more experience in "operating" while horny than she did, and if allowed to recover, she would be on Misty again.

As soon as she was free, Misty scrambled around to seize May's twitching legs. Both were becoming slick with sweat, making getting a hold difficult, but she got as good a grip as she could and shoved them up.

May must have realized what Misty was trying to do, as she immediately started trying to kick her away, so Misty held on tighter, fingertips sinking into May's glistening thighs.

She then slipped one leg between those thighs while sliding the other leg under. Trapping one of May's legs with her own, she wrapped her arms around that leg, took a deep breath, and then slammed her naked, swollen pussy against May's.

May again went rigid, every muscle tightening, fingers curling and clawing against the floor tiles. A throaty sound that was half a moan and half a whimper escaped through her lips.

But Misty wasn't done. Keeping her grip on May's leg, she kept on thrusting, kept on grinding, kept on shoving herself against May, smearing May's inner leg with her musk, making her frustrating lover's body jerk with each impact. Jolts of intense pleasure sang through her loins each time, but she managed to ignore them, her own frustration keeping her lust at bay.

"I! Don't! Care!" she forced out. "It's! Still! Mine! And! No! One! Is! Take! Ing! It! From! Me!"

…

"Honestly, you are looking much better," Ash's mom said. "It's only been a couple of days, but your skin had clearly up remarkably!"

Ash winced. Leave it to his mother to comment on that. "Y-Yeah, Yellow and I switched to a new kind of cream, and it's helped lots! Barely even itches anymore!"

"That's good to hear. I know the danger can't be helped, but at least there's plenty of remedies out there to mitigate it!"

Ash was standing in a video-phone booth, and was very grateful that the enclosed space gave him some measure of privacy. It wasn't that he didn't love his mother, it was just that the things she tended to worry about were things that a ten-year-old boy on a quest to prove himself didn't want aired out loud for anyone to hear. Yellow was in the next booth over, chatting cheerfully with her uncle.

"Yeah, there sure is," Ash agreed. "You should see the hotel room that we got. It has two bathrooms, and each one is bigger than my room!"

At this, Mom got a very strange smile on her face. "Ah. Yes. That."

Ash frowned. "Huh?"

"You know why that is, right? Why they would have two large bathrooms?"

Honestly, Ash hadn't thought about it. He had just assumed that since trainers formed such an important part of Kanto's economy, they of course would be treated well. "Uh…"

"Well, it's not uncommon for trainers to be traveling together, like you and your new friends! And since trainers usually come with their own team of PokeGirls, sometimes a little bit of extra space is needed."

Oh. "I, uh, didn't think of that," Ash admitted, his cheeks turning pink.

"I wouldn't be surprised if your room had fold-out partitions set in the walls to divide it up." Then Mom's smile grew. "Oh, and speaking of which, where are those lovely young ladies you introduced me to?"

Ash was very, very grateful for the privacy of the booth. "They're back at the hotel room, okay? And it's not like that!"

"Like what?" Mom said in an falsely innocent tone. "I didn't accuse you of anything."

"Mom!"

"Well, aren't you getting flustered! Why, though? All I asked is how they were."

Ash glowered.

"Well, so long as they're doing well. Give them my love! But, um, feel free to do it in the manner of your choosing."

"I'll do that," Ash said, folding his arms and turning away with a huff.

Mom laughed again. "And what about your Pokemon? Nidoran and a Tangela, was it? How are they?"

"They're, um…" Ash's shoulders slumped. "Nidoran's doing great, but Tangela's…kind of tricky. It's going to take some work."

Mom nodded knowingly. "Pokemon training is always more complicated than they make it seem on TV. They are living creatures, after all. Sure, they respect and obey you, but they also often have strong personalities of their own."

Well, wasn't that the truth? The same could be said about his PokeGirls, but he of course couldn't tell her that.

"Yeah, I took my first shot at the local gym today," Ash said.

"Oh, you did? That's fantastic!"

"Well, sort of. I managed to win the first battle with Nidoran."

Mom smiled. "I'm not surprised. I know a fighter when I see one."

"Yeah, but I had to forfeit the second one when Tangela freaked out." Although other problems were currently more imminent, that bit of business still brought a flush of embarrassment to his cheeks. It was not a good first showing.

Mom's smile smoothed out to a more sympathetic look. "It is rough, I know. But I have no doubt that you will succeed. You're a fighter too, after all."

A fighter. Right. He just wished that he didn't have to fight for everything. "Thanks, Mom," he said, albeit a bit glumly. Then he glanced outside of the phone booth and saw that Yellow was already waiting for him. "Anyway, I gotta go. Say hi to everyone at the Pallet House for me!"

"Of course!" Mom said. "Oh, and don't forget to call every time you reach a new town, and never hesitate to ask for any help you might need, and to wear a clean pair of underwear every day!"

Ash was now very grateful for the privacy of the booth. "Already stocked up," he said, the irritation evident in his voice.

"That's my boy." There was a pause, and then Mom said, "And I am proud of you, Ash. And I know if he were here, your father would be just as proud as I am."

Ash's throat tightened. "Um, th-thanks, Mom. I love you."

"You too, sweetie."

Mom's image winked out, leaving Ash staring at his own reflection in the inert screen.

He took several deep breaths until he could breathe easy again and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. Then he exited the phone booth.

Yellow was already outside and waiting for him, wandering back and forth and humming to herself.

"Hey!" she said when she saw him. "How's your mom?"

"Doing great! What about your uncle?"

"Oh, he misses me, but other than that he's fine. And he said that he's glad that we're talking to each other again."

Ash nodded. Yellow's uncle was a pretty cool guy. "Okay, we got most of the essentials, so wanna check out the booths?"

Yellow's eyes glimmered with excitement. "Absolutely!"

The Pewter City trainer's shopping center was an open-air plaza, surrounded by stores, eateries, and a movie theater. Supposedly there was another one downtown more geared toward locals, but Ash had no reason to seek it out. Everything he needed was right here.

The camping pack Nurse Joy had given him covered most of the basics, and they had already picked up most of the others (including the oft-mentioned clean underwear), but there were still a few things he needed. Besides, you never knew what you could find at an open-air market.

"By the way," he said as he and Yellow perused the booths. "When you go back into Viridian Forest, how long are you planning to stay there?"

Yellow's eyes lit up at the mention of that foreboding wood. "Good question!" she said. "Probably for a while. It's probably got lots to explore!"

Ash frowned. "Okay, but Kanto's a big place. Will you still have time to earn your own badges before the tournament rolls around?"

"Oh, I don't think I'll be competing this year," Yellow said. "I mean, why rush? It's not going anywhere. I'd rather take my time and see what I can find!"

That actually gave Ash pause. He had been so focused on beating Gary to the punch that for a moment it had slipped his mind that trainers competing in their first year was actually somewhat unusual.

Actually, now that he thought about it, maybe he was making a mistake. Gary's odds of winning this year were slim to none, so even if Ash didn't earn eight badges in time, he still had a very good chance of facing Gary anyway in a future year. And if he took his time building up a powerful team, then he might have a better chance of beating him.

But then again, what if Gary did win? He had been privileged with every advantage that most trainers didn't have. With a full team of PokeGirls gifted to him from the start, he would have no problem subduing and capturing whatever wild Pokemon he chose. And since he had taken his grandfather's Squirtle and had a car of all things, he probably already had vanquished Brock and was speeding his way to Celadon City at that very moment, where he would no doubt make short work of Misty's sisters, having claimed two badges while Ash was still struggling with his first.

And if he did somehow conquer the tournament as well without Ash being unable to so much as compete due to his own inadequacy…

No.

No, it couldn't be born.

"Ash?"

Ash blinked. He turned to see Yellow and Chuey giving him twin looks of bemusement.

"You got…super unfocused just now," Yellow said. "You're not getting sick, are you?"

Ash shook his head. "Nah. Sorry. I just zoned out for a second."

"In the middle of us talking?"

Ash held up his hands. "Sorry, sorry! You just made me think of something."

"Oh. Of what?"

Ash winced. "Never mind."

"Huh? Never mind what? What are-" Then Yellows eyes got real wide. "Oh! Look at that!"

Grateful that something had popped up to take Yellow's attention away from the embarrassing conversation, Ash turned to look.

Then he sighed.

It was a zone done in pink, white, red, and violet, and in the center was a store with curving edges and golden pillars. It was a store decorated with roses and hearts. It was a store with low lights and a background soundtrack playing that seemed to be primarily bass and drums, with the occasional saxophone.

The store was called PokeLove!, with three exclamation points. And it was a popular PokeGirl accessory chain.

Actual PokeGirls worked as living mannequins, posing right behind the store's windows to display a set of lacy lingerie, a fetishistic police officer uniform, a set of shiny bondage gear (complete with nipple clamps!), a sling bikini, a sexy nurse outfit, and a skimpy schoolgirl uniform, with more varieties presumably inside. Over the entrance was an LED screen with flowing letters advertising a special on egg vibrators. Outside another PokeGirl in a dark maroon leotard, fishnet tights, high heels, and a pair of Lopunny ears was passing out business cards to passersby.

Ash sighed again. So did Chuey. It was the honestly the first time Ash had ever felt so in-tune with Yellow's cantankerous starter.

"Let's go inside!" Yellow exclaimed. She was about to head to the store, but Ash stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Uh-uh," he said. "We're still too young, remember?"

Yellow's face fell. "But me and May-"

"You guys snuck in, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Yellow's face scrunched up in annoyance. "Well, that's just stupid! I see naked girls all the time and it's not a problem! They have naked girls working at that restaurant we went to! There's people having sex in the PokeCenter waiting room! Why is that okay for kids to see all that but we can't go look around in there?"

"Do I look like I make the rules? Just be glad you have May around to at least give you some of the PokeGirl experience and be satisfied with that!"

Yellow sulkily folded her arms. "Oh, yeah. May promised to eat me out when we got back from your gym battle, but that never happened."

After a moment of consideration, Ash decided against commenting on that little tidbit of information.

Sighing, he started to turn away from the store. "Look, let's get back to shopping. We can go back to Hoothooters for dinner if you still want to look at PokeGirls so…"

His voice trailed off.

A young couple was exiting PokeLove!. Well, to be more specific, a trainer and his PokeGirl, but it still counted, especially considering how openly affectionate they were being with each other. The girl was a bubbly-looking blonde with her long hair tied in a pair of knotted braids, wearing jeans that rode very low on her hips and a black heavy metal shirt that had been artfully cut to expose a substantial amount of her cleavage and all of her midriff. Her trainer, a bald, bearded black man in glasses, was holding her tight against himself, one hand gripping onto her butt and possessively bringing her close, while the other was clutched around something small.

He opened his hand, revealing a silver collar, one with a crystal pendant of a snowflake, presumably the PokeGirl's typing. The PokeGirl stepped away and tilted her head, baring her neck to him. Her trainer then unclasped the collar and gently reached in to reclasp it around her neck.

The girl lifted her fingers to her new collar, touching it, tugging on it, even caressing it a little. Then, with a happy smile, stepped back and twirled on her heel to then strike a pose, fists on her hips, pelvis thrust outward, and head tilted back to display the ornament.

Her trainer's response was to hook her collar with two fingers and draw her into a kiss.

Ash slowly breathed out and looked away. Whew.

"I wonder if those PokeGirls we saw earlier got their collars from there," Yellow wondered out loud.

"Probably." Truth be told, Ash really couldn't care less where said collars had been purchased. His mind had wandered back to a thought from earlier.

Specifically, what it would be like if he could collar Misty and May.

Well, Misty wouldn't go for that, right off the bat. In fact, she'd probably set all of his nerve endings alight for even having the thought. However, the Misty he had first met, the Misty from a few days ago before things had gotten…weird, the Misty that had been highly enthusiastic about going with him and doing all sorts of naughty things to him…she might have taken to the idea.

Stupid surprise electric-typing.

As for May, she would probably let Ash saddle and ride her into town like a horse if asked, so there was no question of whether or not she would accept a collar.

As Ash watched, the happy couple made their way over to a nearby bench. There, they continued to kiss and caress each other, bathing one another in mutual affection.

Sighing, Ash turned away. Public or not, it was still rude to stare. "Come on," he said to Yellow. "Let's finish shopping and grab something to eat."

"Hoothooters again?" she asked.

"Sure, but I am more in the mood for pizza, and I saw-"

As they rounded a corner, Ash found their discussion cut off when he walked straight into a towering pillar of solid muscle and white cloth.

"Oof!"

"Whoa, easy there, kiddo" said a deep, raspy voice.

"Sorry!" Ash said as he hastily backed up. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Yeah, I figured. You okay?"

The person he had just walked into was an old man, one with unkempt hair and a full beard the color of burnt charcoal. He was dressed all in white: white slacks, white button-down shirt, white blazer, and a white hat. And despite his years, his posture was straight, and judging from their brief, unintentional contact, he was anything but frail.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Ash said apologetically. "I'm sorry about-"

Then the words died in his throat.

The man's eyebrows were large and bushy, but Ash could still plainly see how narrow the slit in his eyelids were, giving off the impression of squinting.

Ash had only ever met one person with that distinctive look.

Uh-oh.

Slowly Ash became aware of more people around him. Specifically, there were a large number of children concentrated in that specific area of the marketplace, boys and girls whose ages ranged from elementary to high-school. And they all were clearly related, possessing that narrow-eyed look.

Uh-oh!

There were other people there too, specifically women. An older, yet still handsome, woman was there just behind the old man, busy packing up a booth. Helping her was a beautiful woman who looked to be in her early twenties, one with long, raven-black hair and who was dressed in a midriff-baring purple shirt and tight black pants. And spread throughout the gaggle of children were seven other young woman, all of them very attractive and unfortunately very familiar. He identified Lauren's distinctive mohawk first, and once he had, Onyx was not hard to pick out, followed by the other five. They were dressed much less flashily now, having traded in their loincloths, studded bras, and iron bracers for form-fitting jeans, shorts, halter tops, blouses, and skirts. They looked no less stunning in them, though.

Uh-oh!

"Hey, wait a second," said a deep, rough-edged voice.

A sinking feeling in his stomach, Ash slowly turned around.

Standing nearby was none other than Brock Harrison, the Pewter City Gym Leader. He had traded in his black pants and footwraps for faded grey jeans, brown leather boots, a tight black tee-shirt that somehow accentuated his physique even more than being shirtless had, and a brown cowboy hat. The casual wear didn't make him any less intimidating, though. Or any less big.

Brock looked down at him, evidently as surprised to see Ash as Ash was to see him. "It is you," he said. "Ash, right? Misty's…friend?"

Ash was starting to understand a little how Tangela must have felt. Swallowing against a dry throat, he nodded once.

"Oh, hey, it's the Gym Leader guy!" Yellow said with a friendly wave. "Hello!"

"Hello," Brock said in a neutral tone, not taking his nearly invisible eyes off of Ash.

"What are you doing here? It's too early to close the gym!"

Brock glanced at her then. "Movie night. I closed early to meet everyone at Mom's booth."

"You know these kids, son?" the old man said.

"Y-Yeah. The boy challenged at my gym today."

"Ah, an adventurer in the making!" the old man said happily, giving Ash a friendly slap on the back, driving the air from his lungs and nearly knocking him off his feet. "Did'ja win, kid?"

Ash struggled to take in a full breath. "N-No…"

"Well, it's my boy you were up against, so no surprise. But that just means you pick yourself up and train harder, am I right?"

"Right!" Yellow chimed in.

Brock didn't say anything. He just kept staring.

"Brock?" said the pretty, raven-haired woman. "Is something up? I feel like something is up."

There was a pause, and then Brock shook his head. "Nah. These kids are fine."

The woman put her hands on her hips. "Uh-huh," she said incredulously.

"What?" Brock said in a playful tone. "What? They're just kids."

"Mmmm-hmmm."

Shaking his head, Brock looked to Ash and Yellow, both of whom were staring, but for different reasons. "Er, guys, this is my wife Lucy, and my dad Flint. That's my mom Lola over in the booth, and, well…" He gestured to the collection of children and PokeGirls. "Other members of my family."

"Charmed, I'm sure," Lucy Harrison said. Brock's mom absently waved a greeting but was too busy to pay much attention to what was going on.

"Nice to meet you!" Yellow said sunnily. "Er, y-yeah, same!" Ash managed to stammer out.

Brock sighed. "And this is Ash and…I'm sorry, I didn't actually catch-"

"I'm Yellow!" Yellow declared with a toothy grin.

"Right. They're friends of Misty Waterflower, the Cerulean City Gym Leader. She's passing through town on her way back home, and Ash here took a shot at my badge earlier today."

"The boy?" Lucy said. She put her hands on her hips and looked Ash up and down. Ash suddenly found himself feeling very hot under his collar and his hat. Being stared at by a beautiful woman that was almost his mom's age was making him feel very weird inside. Part of it was nerves, as she was clearly scrutinizing him, and he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't measuring up, though to what he had no idea. But part of it was…something else.

But then Lucy merely blinked and said, "Well. Traveling with a Gym Leader. Isn't that against the rules?"

"I had a talk with her beforehand. It's…fine," Brock said.

"You hesitated."

"Did not."

"Did too. There was a clear moment of hesitation right before that last word."

"Well, there was some other, er, Gym Leader business we had to talk about," Brock admitted. "League politics. But Ash is in the clear."

"Well, shit," Brock's dad said. "Hope it's nothing too bad."

"Huh." Lucy looked over Ash again, and he found himself blushing furiously under her gaze.

"Well, you seem to be all right," Lucy said after a bit. "I still feel like something's going on, though."

Ash couldn't keep from shooting Brock a somewhat guilty look.

Then Brock sighed. "Hey, dad? Can you look over things for a bit?" He walked over to behind the booth. There was a cooler there, from which he pulled out a brownish-gold glass bottle. "Movie doesn't start for another hour, and I think Ash and I need to have a little man-to-man talk."

"I knew it," Lucy said.

"Sure, Brock," the Gym Leader's father said. "Don't go too hard on him."

"Not that kind of talk," Brock said. He then took out a green aluminum can and tossed it to Ash, who nearly fumbled the catch. "Come on, Ash. Let's find someplace quiet."

Ash blinked. Then he suddenly realized that he was actually going to have a tense sit-down with Brock Harrison, a man who, in addition to being incredibly physically intimidating, also spent most of today humiliating Ash.

And he also knew all of Ash's secrets.

Ho boy, this was going to be uncomfortable.

Clutching the cold can of cola, Ash hurried after him.

…

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, things had not cooled down. Quite the contrary, they had only heated up.

Misty was still riding May, forcibly grinding their vaginas together, while forcing out a lot of things she had been feeling for a long, long time.

"So what if everyone treats me like dirt?" she shouted. "I'm still better than them! I still win way more than I lose! And when I finally do grow up and get bigger than all those creeps, who'll be laughing then? I'll be a freaking legend, the girl who won a whole gym when she was seven years old and held onto it the whole time! And nobody was able to stop her!" She shoved herself particularly hard against May's groin, squishing the plump flesh together. "Not the other Gym Leaders, not any of the trainers, not her stupid family, not even Team Rocket! And when I'm finally old enough to show the world who I am, I'll have people lining up out the door to take a picture with me!"

Though she was panting and jerking from the onslaught on her pussy, May still managed to crane her neck up and glower up at Misty with a sour look in her eye. "Y-Yeah. I know that's what you tell yourself."

Scowling, Misty gave her a particularly rough thrust. "Well, it's true!"

"Is it?!"

Suddenly May's legs wrapped around each other, scissoring around Misty's thigh and clamping down. Wincing, Misty tried to maintain her position, but now May had the leverage she needed to twist Misty around and slam her back onto the bathroom floor.

Misty tried to rise, pushing herself up on her palms, but May was already on the attack. Disentangling their legs faster than should have been possible, she scrambled around and literally leapt onto Misty's back, her legs wrapping around the younger PokeGirl's thighs, one arm thrown around Misty's neck and pulling back, arching her back.

Of course Misty tried to throw May off of her, but then all rational thought was blasted from her mind when she felt the all-too familiar sensation of May's fingers jamming into her pussy. However, this time there was none of the usual foreplay, none of the teasing. May simply pushed her fingers in and pumped as hard as she could, drenching her hand in Misty's juices. Misty gasped, and the strength went out from her arms, causing her to slump forward, ass still in the air, while May continued to ride her.

As Misty continued to tremble and whimper under May's ministrations May brought her mouth to Misty's ear and murmured, "Well, let me tell you something: that day is a long, long, long way away! And until then, every day someone is going to insult you." And with the word you, she gave a particularly forceful pump, making Misty cry out. "Someone is going to demean you. And your stupid sisters are going to keep disrespecting you! And I'll be there to try to cheer you up, but no matter how hard I try, and I will be trying oh so very hard because I love you, you're still won't be able to shake the thought: 'Why I am doing this? What is the point of all this? Why didn't I go with Ash? Why did I choose to stay someplace that makes me miserable?'"

…

Brock led him away from the booths, away from the central plaza, over to a bench that was far away enough from the hustle and bustle that they would go unnoticed, but close enough that he could still see everything going on. The Gym Leader then sat down on the bench, twisted the cap on his drink, and took a slow, contemplative sip.

Ash glanced at the bottle and swallowed when he saw that it was beer. Now, he still didn't know much about Brock, but he was fairly certain that a ranking member of Indigo League feeling the need to grab a drink before taking you aside for a personal chat was a bad sign. He slowly sank down and sat down next to Brock, winced, and quickly scooted over to the other end of the bench. Then he popped the tab on his soda and took a sip. The sweet, fizzy liquid poured smoothly down his throat.

The two sat in contemplative and uncomfortable silence, each sipping their drinks. Ash found himself unfortunately reminded of the time when he and Mom had been at Grandma's house back when he was seven, and he had accidentally ripped one of the letters that Dad had written Mom back when they had first started dating. Both Mom and Grandma had been really mad at him, but since Mom hated yelling, she had kept quiet the whole drive home, the two of them sitting with an unbearable tension between them, one so thick that it felt almost suffocating.

That was sort of how Ash felt now. He was a scrub, a rookie trainer with no accolades to his name, while Brock was a Gym Leader, one of the most important people in the Indigo League's ruling body. And unlike Misty, he was a grown-up and acted like it. He was big, he was tough, and he struck Ash as someone who did not suffer foolishness. Even Misty seemed a little intimidated by him.

And whether intentional or not, Ash had put him under a lot of pressure. Sure, he had promised to show mercy and keep the children's secrets, but that only went so far.

Fidgeting in discomfort, Ash glanced at him, then over to the plaza, and then back at Brock. Come on, Ash! Think of something to say!

Settling on something that was probably safe, Ash ventured with, "So, uh, is that all your family?

Brock glanced at him, and to Ash's relief his stony visage softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Some of them, anyway. My younger brothers and sisters, mostly. I have my own place, but you really do miss the little gremlins, so I try to make time to see them when I can."

"All of those are your siblings?"

"Well, most of them are, anyway. Obviously not my PokeGirls. Or my parents. Or my wife. Or my kids." Brock chuckled. "You should see during one of our barbeques, when the whole clan gets together. Then you got siblings, kids, cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, parents, and grandparents. Plus a few friends of the family, all of our PokeGirls, and some cousins-of-cousins too distant to really be counted as blood, but it doesn't matter. Family is family."

To that Ash completely agreed. "Wow. That's a lot of them."

"Yeah, we Harrisons always were big on being, well, big," Brock said, setting his beer down and stretched out his legs. "And yeah, things are pretty rowdy all of the time, but we never lack for help."

"Sounds kind of awesome," Ash said wistfully. The Ketchums were anything but big. It was basically him, Mom, Grandma, and some uncle living in Kalos that he had met all of four times in his life. Just the thought of having an actual family that was very large and yet still close-knit would be paradise.

"It really is," Brock said with a nod. He motioned toward a booth full of plastic toys where his wife Lucy and one of the PokeGirls were watching over a little boy and a little girl and an energetic toddler. "You see those three? Those are mine."

"Wow," Ash said. No wonder Brock gave off such Dad vibes, he actually was one! "From your PokeGirls?"

That actually got a laugh from the big man. "PokeGirls can't get pregnant, Ash."

"Right!" Ash winced. "I knew that."

"No, that was all Lucy." Just talking about his family seemed to relax Brock. He took off his hat and set it on the seat next to him and leaned back with one arm thrown over the back of the bench. "Not that it ever slowed her down. When I told her what she was probably getting herself into by joining the clan, she told me that we'd better start putting some respect in her name, because she was going to be responsible for at least five percent."

Ash frowned. As awesome as Brock's family sounded, there was one aspect about it he found puzzling. Part of him insisted that he leave it alone, as it was a very personal question, but his curiosity was overriding his hesitance. "How does that work, anyway? I mean, you being married but still having PokeGirls?"

"How does it work?" Amused, Brock raised one bushy eyebrow. "How do you think it works?"

Darn it, how did he phrase this without making it sound creepy? "Er, well, I guess that you and your harem just, you know, stick to battling? Don't have…you know?"

As soon as he said it, Ash immediately began bracing himself for some kind of negative response, to be told to shut up and mind his own business. And honestly, he was sort of surprised that he had broached the question at all. After all, Brock was a stinking Gym Leader, and this was the first actual conversation he and Ash ever had! Where did Ash get off asking about his sex life of all things?

But instead, Brock surprised Ash by actually laughing, and not out of scorn or derision, but a genuine belly-laugh of amusement.

"Are you kidding?" Brock said. "We have soundproofed walls in my house for a reason. More often than not, Lucy is the one to start things off, and she's had fun with the girls plenty of times without my involvement. The woman is insatiable!"

"Hoo." Ash slowly breathed out. "Uh, sorry. That was probably…too personal."

Still chuckling, Brock chucked Ash in the shoulder. He was of course very gentle, but Ash still felt the raw power in that fist. "Don't sweat it, kid. It's not like it's a secret or anything. And yes, before you ask, I also spend time with the girls without my wife around. That's just sort of what having PokeGirls is like."

"That sounds…insane," Ash admitted. Now that he knew Brock wasn't offended it was easier to say what was on his mind. "I mean, I'm hanging around with only two, and they're not even really mine! Well, I mean, if you want to get technical about it, I guess…Never mind. But it's still just two, and they're all so confusing to me! And you have seven, plus your wife!"

Brock shrugged. "It's not as hard as it sounds like, it just takes work. We're open and honest about how we feel, and we respect each other's boundaries, and-" He paused, and then his brow furrowed. "Hold on. You, Misty, and young Miss Maple. You're not all…You know."

Uh-oh. "No!" Ash said hastily. "Um, no. I mean, they are, but I'm not." He fortunately was able to shut his yapping mouth before the word "Yet" slipped out.

Brock sighed. "Well, that's that at least."

Something about the way Brock said that made Ash frown. "What does that mean?"

"I mean there's a reason why there's a minimum age for people to catch or be caught as PokeGirls," Brock said bluntly. "Say what you will about how much sexual stuff you kids get exposed to anyway, but that stuff can really mess you up if you're directly involved."

…

Gritting her teeth, Misty planted her shaking forearms against the ground and pushed herself up on her elbows. "Oh, this again?" she growled. "Admit it, you just want me to quit so you'll be able to ride his little dick whenever you want!"

"I want you to ride that dick whenever you want!"

Misty tried to throw herself to one side to dislodge the naked girl on her back, but her attempts weren't as successful as May's had been. Instead, May merely yanked her fingers from Misty's swollen sex and twisted around her waist, riding her all the way down.

The next few seconds were a mad blur of slick skin and thrashing limbs, but the next thing Misty knew, she was flat on her back with May practically laid out on top of her, one hand seizing both of Misty's wrists and pushing her arms above her head.

The two locked eyes for a moment, both of their faces bright pink from lust and frustration with one another. May's eyes were wet, but whether that was from angry tears or just stimulation in general was hard to tell. "Look, I would love nothing more for you two to get over whatever weird hang-ups you have and screw each other senseless," May said, her voice low and thick. She dipped her head down and closed her lips around the stiff nub of one of Misty's nipples. Misty closed her eyes and tried to resist the tingling wave of pleasure that rippled out from May's warm mouth, but she could do little more than twist and writhe helplessly. And all the while, May continued to talk around her mouthful, her tongue flicking out to give Misty short licks between sentences. "I want you screaming so loud that it'll net him his first ghost Pokemon when you've awakened the dead. I want to have to carry you both because you've lost all feeling in your legs. And yeah, I want him to ride me, sure! And…all three of us at the same time, whatever." Then May lifted her head, a glistening thread of saliva trailing down to Misty's wet teat. "But most of all, I want to get you out of that stupid gym, away from your horrible sisters, away from those idiot trainers, away from stinking Team Rocket, and somewhere where you'll be happy!"

Misty felt close to crying, but not because of the fight itself, but because she knew that May was winning. "How can I be happy like this? I hate being a PokeGirl!" With that, she clamped her legs around May's waist and finally heaved her around, twisting both of their bodies until May was the one on her back with Misty glowering down at her.

But Misty's turn in the dominant position was short lived, as May quickly used Misty's own momentum to keep them turning, throwing Misty back to the ground. "Then don't be! I'm staying one, but you don't have to!"

Grunting, Misty bucked her hips, trying to throw May off. "And just throw away everything I've worked so hard to achieve?"

"Which is what?" May demanded, riding Misty like she was an ill-tempered Tauros. "Sure, being a Gym Leader is impressive, but the way I see it, you have to deal with all of the crap and get none of the rewards!"

…

His mind flashing back to all the times he had made out naked with Misty and May and the increasing number of handjobs he was receiving as of late, Ash's face turned beet-red with embarrassment. And of course Brock noticed.

"Oh, so it's like that, huh?" Brock shook his head. "Well, this is screwed up situation."

"Wait, no, it's not like that!" Ash hastily tried to clarify. "I haven't…actually done it with any of them! I mean, it's come close a couple of times, but it hasn't gone that far yet, and we've just-"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Easy!" Brock interrupted with a wince. "I really don't need to know the details of your prepubescent sex life!"

"I…" Groaning, Ash buried his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm babbling. You probably didn't need to hear that, I just-"

"Ash, it's all right. You're still not in trouble." Brock gently patted Ash on the shoulder. "Misty already told me the whole story, about how you ran into those two by accident and just got swept up in their…well, their thing."

Ash let out a deep sigh. "Yeah. Swept up sounds like the right word."

"I figured." Brock made a face. Ash still couldn't see the older man's eyes through his narrow eyelids, but even so, a great deal of discomfort was expression through the tightening of his cheeks alone. "Those two…well, I'm sure you've noticed, but they have a lot of baggage between them."

That actually made Ash snort. "Oh, you have no idea."

Brock nodded. "I imagine I don't. You've probably learned some things about them that I don't know, just as I know some things about them that you probably haven't heard."

"Really?" Now Brock had Ash's undivided attention. Not that he didn't already, but now Ash was getting interested. "Like what?"

His brow furrowing, Brock shook his head. "Sorry, Ash, but if they haven't told you already, then it's not my place to do so."

"But-" Ash sighed. "Never mind. I understand."

"Actually, the reason why I wanted to talk to you has less to do with them and more to do with you."

"Me?" Now Ash was confused. "But I'm no one special."

"What makes you say that?"

"I mean, Misty's one of your fellow Gym Leaders, and May's…well, she's May. But I'm just…me."

"Oh? And who would you consider to be special? Erm, those other names aside."

"Lance," Ash said without hesitation.

"Hmmm. Good choice," Brock said with a nod. "He is definitely impressive. I'm guessing you're a fan?"

Ash slowly nodded.

"And you should be. Lance is one of the best men I've ever had the pleasure of knowing." Then Brock smirked. "So…how much do you know about his childhood?"

At this, Ash found himself flushing.

"Ash?"

Slowly breathing out, Ash said, "W-Well, I know he, uh, didn't have the greatest…upbringing."

"Sure," Brock said. "Running away at age thirteen, being homeless for two years, and trying to make a living running illegal pokebricks really isn't fantastic."

"But he rose above that!" Ash protested. "He found that caged Dratini in the drug warehouse and saved it, and then he turned his whole life around and-"

"Ash, relax, I know," Brock said. "All that did happen." He idly ran his thumb around the circumference of the top of his beer. "But what if it didn't?"

"Huh?"

"Ash, Lance was a fifteen-year-old street criminal, a lowlife nobody. Misty and I basically inherited our positions, but he turned himself into a legend through sheer force of will."

"Um…"

"My point is, if Lance hadn't come across that Dratini, he might have not made that crucial decision to make something of himself. Or he could have chosen to save his own skin and leave it be. And then he'd might still be nobody special, just another petty criminal." Brock shot Ash a meaningful look, apparent even though Ash couldn't really make out his eyes. "So you can say I've long learned to not underestimate so-called nobodies. Specialness is rarely intrinsic. People can be talented, sure. You can be born a genius, absolutely. But you have to make the decision to actually use that talent. I've seen plenty of supposed 'nobodies' become great people because they made the choice to while some of the most talented people I know wasted it because they couldn't be bothered."

Ash looked at him. "And…you think I could be one of those people?"

"I think a kid with the guts and quick-thinking to stand up to Team Rocket isn't someone I want to underestimate," Brock said. "Or someone who would so quickly risk his life for someone he didn't know and earn the loyalty of someone like Misty. Or someone who would willingly take in a Pokemon as difficult as an escaped Team Rocket retriever."

Ash jolted. "You know about that?"

"I had a feeling something might be up," Brock said. "So after you all left, I put in a call to the PokeCenter if they knew anything about a little boy with a skittish Tangela."

"Oh."

Brock took another sip of beer. "I have a question."

"Er…okay?"

"Is there a particular reason why you insisted on keeping Tangela?"

Ash's hands curled into trembling fists. "Because it's my Pokemon."

…

Finally Misty managed to wrench her wrists out of May's hand. Seizing May by her own wrists, she yanked the older girl off of her and wriggled around so that she was behind May. "And what about my Pokemon, the ones that are registered as Gym property?" she demanded as she wrapped her arms around May in a big bear hug, pinning May's own arms to her side. "I suppose you think I should just up and abandon them as well?"

May stopped fighting.

With a grim smile, Misty reached up with one hand to squeeze May's breast. "You didn't even think of them, did you?"

"W-Well, maybe you could take them with-"

Misty shook her head. "It doesn't work that way. Staryu and Starmie are the only two I already owned way back when Mom and Dad left. Everything I've caught since then belongs to the Gym and stays with the Gym."

"Oh."

Misty held May in place for a few moments longer, waiting to see if May was going to keep fighting, but instead the fire-type PokeGirl had gone a little limp in her arms.

Sighing, Misty released her, and May didn't pounce. The two shaking and sniffling PokeGirls turned to face one another, both of them sitting on their knees, their faces ugly, blotchy messes of emotions.

May sniffed and wiped her eyes with her wrist. "I still think you should leave though."

"Yeah," Misty sighed. "Of course you do."

"I'm serious." May then reached down to cup Misty's mound. Misty tensed up at the touch, but when May didn't start aggressively fingering her again, she relaxed a little. "I don't think it's good for you."

Misty shook her head. "L-Look. I know I can't change who you are. Fine. You're right." She then also extended her hand to close her fingers around the slick and warm flesh of May's sex. "You still really scared me, but I guess I should've expected that from you."

May smiled without humor. "I'm sure you could've worded that a little less condescendingly…" she said, her fingers gently working the folds of Misty's labia.

"But you can't change who I am either," Misty said in a firm tone. "I've made up my mind, May."

May's gaze hardened. "I chose to become a PokeGirl. When was your choice?"

"Right now."

May huffed. "Well. It's still not the right one."

"May," Misty sighed.

"I love you, Red," May said, applying just a bit more pressure to Misty's pussy. "And I just want what's best for you. And I don't think this is it."

"Yeah. I know," Misty said, returning the squeeze. "And I'm really worried about you too. This whole PokeGirl thing…I just think it's going to your head."

"Yeah. I know."

The two young girls fell silent, each of them looking away while still fingering one another.

Neither of them were rough, but their pussies were both now very sensitive, and it wasn't long before they pushed each other over the edge. Misty winced as her orgasm rose up and surged out, bowing her shoulders so that her forehead was resting against May's warm shoulder. May didn't even bother trying to be quiet, crying out loudly as she came into Misty's hand. She pitched forward as well, throwing her free arm around Misty's shoulders and holding her tight as her inner walls clenched around Misty's finger.

Then the wave receded, the pleasure faded, and the two were left weak and panting, leaning into each other for support. Misty felt drained and sore, her pussy gently throbbing. At least the suffocating haze of lust had lifted from Misty's head, clearing her thoughts a bit.

It hadn't gone away completely, though. It never really went away anymore, only creeping away to hover in the background, waiting to slink in again.

Misty sighed and straightened up. "We should get dressed."

May looked down at their naked torsos, both of them glistening with sweat. "I honestly don't really feel like it. Do you?"

Misty was about to argue that she did, that of course they should get dressed. After all, Ash and Yellow could come back at any time!

But when you really thought about it, what was the point?

"No, not really," she admitted.

"Thought so." May looked down at the ground. "We, uh, probably should wash up."

"Sure," Misty said. "But after-"

"And I'm hungry. Like, just famished!"

…

"Okay," Brock said in a neutral tone. "But even so-"

"I know. I'm not qualified or whatever. It's way too much for a kid like me. I get it." Ash slowly breathed out. "But I have to try! Tangela's been abused by pretty much every human its ever met up until now! How could I call myself a trainer if I just handed it off to strangers just because taking care of it seemed too hard?"

"Hmmm." Brock slowly rubbed his chin. "You've, uh, you've been…let down a lot by people close to you, haven't you?"

Ash's jaw tightened. He said nothing.

"I thought so. And I'm guessing that a big part of you wanting Misty and May to stick around is because of that, huh?"

Ash looked away.

"Hmmm. Well. Can't say I don't sympathize." Brock looked back to his family. "You know, I used to be a traveling trainer too."

"You did?"

Brock nodded. "Uh-huh. We figured it would be a good way to get some hands'-on experience. Go out and see the world, learn about the Pokemon world from the bottom-up instead of staying cooped up in a gym during my entire training."

Now that was interesting, though once he thought about it, Ash supposed that it made sense. "Wow, how old were you at the time?"

"Thirteen," Brock said. "Left with a couple close friends." He smiled wistfully. "Man, those were some times. Sleeping under the stars. Bathing in the rivers. Checking every rustling bush. Running in terror every time we ticked off something too big for us to handle. I have to say, I do miss it sometimes."

"Did you enter the tournament?" Ash asked.

"Sure did! I did the whole shebang! Knocked out eight badges in about a year and a half, entered the tournament when I was fifteen." Brock laughed. "Didn't do so hot, though. Got knocked out after three rounds."

"You did?!"

"Yeah, turns out hyper-specializing in one specific type can be a bit of a handicap in competitive battling. Tried again the next year. Spent some time in Johto and Hoenn, diversified my team a little, even brought along a couple of PokeGirls now that I could catch them. Made it as far as the quarter-finals that time."

Ash's mind was truly boggled. He knew that it wasn't unheard of for on-the-ground trainers to work their way up to becoming Gym Leaders, but for some reason he had never thought of any of the current ones as having participated in the many tournaments he had read about. "Did you try again?"

Brock shook his head. "Nah, that was good enough for me. I felt I had gotten the experience I needed, and I had a pretty good job waiting for me as it was. So I headed home and started my Gym Leader training in earnest after that."

Ash frowned. While what Brock was saying made sense, it still bothered him a little that someone with as much talent as Brock would just stop trying.

"Not saying it was an easy decision, though," Brock continued. "But not because of the tournament. I mean, it would have been nice to win, but that was never my end-goal. The part I really didn't want to let go was just being out there. The freedom. The privacy. It was just me and my friends, all working together to better ourselves."

"That's…kind of what I always wanted," Ash said. "I mean, trainers and Pokemon stick together, right? It's just you versus the world. You don't have to worry about them bad-talking you behind your back. Or to your face. In front of everyone. And…" Ash's throat tightened. "It's not fair," he mumbled.

"Pardon?"

"I said it's not fair!" Ash said again, louder this time. "I had four close friends when I decided I wanted to be a Pokemon trainer, and when the time came, I had none! Gary turned into a massive jerk, Red and Leaf went off on their own, and Yellow…it's a whole different thing." Ash's voice was starting to thicken with emotion. "You know, I was all set to do this alone, to have it just be me and my Pokemon! But then two of the coolest people I've ever met basically get dumped on me out of nowhere, and they tell me that they're going to go on my journey with me, but then a whole bunch of random bad stuff happens, and Misty changes her mind!"

Brock frowned in puzzlement. "Misty was going to go with you? Just abandon her gym?"

"Well, I didn't know she was a Gym Leader then, but yeah, that was the plan for a couple days."

"Huh."

"And it was going to be great, they were both excited! But then we found out that she ended up being an electric-type instead of a water-type-"

Brock, who had the bottle tilted back against his lips to drain the last of the beer, suddenly spewed out the alcohol in a brownish-gold spray. "Hold on!" he gasped. "Misty's an electric-type?!"

"Well, she got struck by lightning right before I caught her," Ash said defensively. "It's not her fault."

Brock wiped his chin with his arm. "Still, that's…" He shook his head. "Hot damn. That's got to be rough."

"Yup," Ash sighed. Sweat was starting to tickle his brow, so he took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair. "That's when things started to get all, um, twisty."

…

Back at the booths, Yellow was getting along swimmingly with Brock's family.

His large collection of younger brothers and sisters were crowded around her, all of them admiring and cooing over Chuey, and for its part, it wasn't minding the attention for once, instead enjoying the many ear-scratches and pets it was getting while preening under the children's praise.

"It's so cute!" said one of Brock's sisters. "Did you catch it yourself?"

"Oh no, Chuey's my starter! But it helped me catch my other Pokemon!"

"So you've battled with it?" said one of Brock's brothers. "Is it strong?"

"You better believe it! It's my little thundercloud warrior!"

"Pika!" Chuey happily agreed.

"Are you going to use it against Brock?" said another brother, this one much younger.

Yellow shook her head. "Oh, I'm not challenging right away, I'm just hanging out with my friends. And probably not. Looks like lots of Brock's Pokemon are ground-type also. It wouldn't be smart."

"Pi," Chuey sighed in relief.

It was then that Yellow felt a presence, a sort of filling of the space behind her, a presence that was very…large.

She turned and found herself looking up at the towering visage of the PokeGirl that had beaten May unconscious. Onyx was no longer naked nor wearing her Viking-bikini, instead now clad in a pair of tight white pants and a black halter top. It didn't make her any less pretty, though. Yellow certainly didn't want to get beat up like May did, but she fully understood why May had wanted Onyx to do it.

"Oh, it's you!" Yellow said with a sunny wave. "Hello!"

"Hey there," Onyx said. She glanced at the kids. "Hey, give us a moment, will yah?"

The kids all groaned in protest.

"Yeah, yeah, it'll only take a second. Go on, you little devils. Get."

Whining in disappointment, the Harrison kids dispersed, leaving Yellow alone with the big PokeGirl.

"So, what's up?" Yellow asked.

Onyx breathed out. "You're…a friend of May's right?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Is she okay?"

"Oh, sure," Yellow said, idly scratching the back of Chuey's neck. "She wanted a rematch with you the second she woke up. That made Misty mad, and the two of them were yelling at each other when we left."

"Well, that's…something I guess." Onyx shook her head. "Man, that kid is a weirdo."

"She's not that bad," Yellow said, somewhat defensive on her friend's behalf. "She's always been super nice to me!"

"That's not what I…never mind. Look, can you pass along a message for me? She strikes me as someone with more issues than anyone should have, and I think I can help her."

…

"…and I just don't know what I'm supposed to do," Ash said. "I just feel like I messed up and made some mythical curse Pokemon mad or something. I can't make friends with anyone because they either stab me in the back or ditch me to go hang out with someone cooler. Even the nice ones stop coming by."

"Kind of makes you wonder what the point of putting in all that effort was for, huh?" Brock said with a nod.

"Exactly!" Ash exclaimed. Finally, someone who got it! "I mean, I guess that's part of the reason I was so looking forward to becoming a trainer. Because Pokemon don't abandon you! Pokemon don't suddenly lose battles on purpose because they like their opponent! Pokemon stick with you!"

Brock raised an eyebrow but didn't argue.

"Ash," he said. "Mind if I ask you something kind of personal?"

Ash slumped forward and sighed. "Sure. You might as well."

"What do you want?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, what do you want?" Brock said, poking a big finger right into Ash's chest. "And I don't mean what you think is best, or even anything to do with your ambitions as a trainer. I mean right here and now. What do you, at your most selfish, want to happen?"

The question honestly took Ash by surprise. Of course the answer was to have things go as originally planned, for Misty to be happy with how she was and she and May sticking with Ash for the rest of his journey, just like Brock's friends had gone with him.

"I just…" Ash swallowed past the knot in his throat. "I just wish I could make them come with me."

At this, Brock shifted his weight, turning just slightly toward Ash. Not threateningly, but definitely giving him greater focus. "As if in, force them."

"What?" Ash was horrified. "No! Of course not! I mean, come up with something to convince them to go with me! I'd never make them do something they didn't want to do."

"Hmmm." Brock lifted his empty beer bottle up by the top. He swirled it around, as if testing to see if any was left. "Well, that's good to hear."

Then he tossed it one-handed. It sailed high through the air to land perfectly in a recycling bin clear across the plaza.

Ash gulped.

"From what I could tell, May's already on board with that idea," Brock remarked. He leaned back, one arm crossed behind his head, while with the other he picked up his cowboy hat and placed it back on his head.

Ash sighed. "Yeah. They keep fighting about it."

"So I'm guessing you're rooting for May to win that fight. For Misty to just throw away everything she's worked so hard to achieve, all for you then?"

That made Ash's chest clench up. "Of course I don't! I mean, if I was a Gym Leader, I wouldn't want to give it up either! It's just…"

"Yes?"

"She just doesn't seem happy there," Ash said. "She's always telling me about how cruel the other trainers are to her, and how badly her sisters treat her, and about all that harassment from Team Rocket."

"Oh, she mentioned that, did she?"

Ash nodded. Then he frowned. "Hey, that reminds me. How come none of you guys are helping her with that? Aren't you all some kind of team?"

There was a long pause, and then Brock said, "I'd hate to shatter your perception of us, Ash. But we're really not. Gym Leaders mostly keep to ourselves. Sure, we meet for League Summits, but for the most part we try to mind our own business and stay out of each other's way."

"You're kidding!" Ash blurted out. "You're a…a…a Gym Leader, you're one of the top trainers in the whole region, you know all the other top trainers, and you're not even friends with them?"

"Eh, I am with a couple," Brock said with a shrug. "And since I know how you starting trainers like to go unspoiled, I won't bore you with the details, but sure, there are two or three I stay in touch with. But there's a couple I try to avoid. Plus there's that guy from Viridian who never shows up. I don't even know what he looks like."

"Oh." Honestly, Ash had no idea what to make of this. He had always seen the Gym Leaders as kind of a superhero team, one that would unite and come to Kanto's protection were it ever needed. Now apparently they didn't really like each other.

"But as for Misty, the honest truth is that I didn't know," Brock continued. "Not until she told me yesterday. And yes, I have been giving it a lot of thought."

Ash perked up. "So you're going to help her?"

"I certainly intend to try, though I'm not sure what good I could do. Still…" Brock rubbed his stony jaw as he thoughtfully gazed off over his city. "Ash, I want you to understand that while there is still a great deal that troubles me about your friend May, I do think she's right about this."

Ash's heart just about leapt in his chest. "A-About?"

Brock then sat back up, one hand bracing himself behind him, the other pulling the brim of his hat down. "I understand why Misty is doubling down on keeping her gym, but it probably would be best for her if she did end up accompanying you on your journey." His countenance darkened. "Actually, it would've been best if she had never become a Gym Leader at all."

Was he hearing this? Were his ears deceiving him? Was Brock actually agreeing with May? "I-"

Brock held up his hand, palm facing Ash. "Understand, I am not just about to call the Indigo League Headquarters and have her stripped of her title. Whatever my personal feelings might be, that is not my call to make, and as much as you might want to keep her on as a companion, I doubt you would want her to be forced like that."

A sharp twang of guilt stabbed at Ash's heart. Oof. Brock had a point. It hurt to hear it, but Brock did have a point.

"That being said, I might have to have another conversation with her. At the very least, I do need to do something about the harassment."

"You mean from her challengers?"

"Er, well, yes," Brock said, a very uncomfortable look on his face. "No kid should have to go through that. But I was thinking more of Team Rocket."

"Oh. Er, right."

Then Brock turned to face him. "As for you, I'll give your own situation some thought as well. But for now, we need to do something about your party."

Ash stared blankly.

"I mean your Pokemon party," Brock clarified. "After all, the Pokemon you were counting on to beat me still has some behavioral issues."

"Oh." Ash winced. "Yeah." He scratched the back of his head. "I, uh, was thinking that maybe I could look around for another grass-type, or maybe go fishing…?"

"You could, and maybe you should," Brock said with a shrug. "However, if you want to take another swing with your Tangela, I could simply keep my PokeGirls away."

Ash's heart leapt. "What?

"Ash, I have a very specific team I use for beginner trainers, but exactly which ones I use changes from battle to battle. It's a two-on-two battle, every time. First something easy for my first pick, then I bring out something a little stronger for the second. But the ones I choose for each are random every time. I don't have to use Onyx, or any of my girls. I could simply use, well, my Onix. You know, the big rock snake. Or something else."

"That's what I was kind of expecting the first time," Ash admitted.

"Exactly. And while I don't cut any slack for trainers with some experience, when it comes to a kid with no badges who's been at it for a week?" Brock shrugged. "Sure, I'll make some allowances, why not? I've done it before. Pokemon training is hard, and it can take a while to get the hang of. I'm an obstacle, not a roadblock." He held out his hand. "So, how about it? For the rematch, no PokeGirls. It'll be Pokemon versus Pokemon only."

Ash honestly felt kind of stunned. He had been so buffeted and set back at every turn that the thought that someone could simply give him a break if asked had never even entered his mind. "I, uh…" He stared dumbly at the offered hand. "I don't know…"

"It's not charity, if that's what you're worried about," Brock said. "And it's not special treatment. Honestly, if you had just told me from the start that one of your Pokemon has issues with PokeGirls, I wouldn't have had a problem accommodating. Stuff like that really happens all the time."

Maybe so, but Ash still found himself hesitating to take the offered hand. It still felt too much like cheating. No, not like cheating, like giving up, like he couldn't handle this one problem so-

Then Brock sighed. "Ash," he said. "You don't always had to take the path of the most resistance."

Ash slowly exhaled. Then he nodded and slipped his small, childish hand into Brock's large, calloused palm. Though the big man was gentle, Ash's entire hand was swallowed up when Brock closed his fingers.

"Okay, it's done then," Brock said as they shook hands. Then he stood up and stretched. "Well, we'd better head back before something weird happens. I don't know your friend Yellow, but I get the feeling that weird stuff tends to happen around her."

"Yeah, it does," Ash said as he stood up as well. He picked up his cola and drained it. "Oh, um, Brock?"

"Yeah?"

"Th-Thanks."

Then Brock smiled. It was small, but it was there. "No problem. We trainers have to look out for each other, after all."

Man, if only Ash had been one of Brock's friends that had gone with him when he had been younger and setting off on his own journey. Having Brock as a traveling companion would have been awesome.

The two headed back to the booths, Ash dropping his can in the recycling bin as they passed, over to where Brock's family was waiting, as was Yellow.

From the look of things, Yellow was getting along just fine with the Harrison clan, which wasn't too surprising. Her lack of social tact meant that she either quickly endeared herself to complete strangers or put them off. It tended to be a coin flip, most of the time.

"Sorry for making you wait," Brock said as they approached.

"Hope you weren't too rough on the kid," Flint remarked.

Brock sighed. "Wasn't that kind of talk."

"Oh, girl advice then? Well, you would be the one to talk to!"

"I don't know," Lucy said. "I seem to recall a certain clueless dork proposing love to every pair of tits he came across."

The PokeGirls snickered, as did several of Brock's siblings. Ash felt his cheeks warm up.

"Hey, come on, ease up!" Brock said. "I was young and stupid. Besides, Ash just needed some trainer advice. That's all."

"Oh, you're good with girls?" Yellow said. "Wait, of course you would be! So I just found out that I'm gay, and wanted to know if you had any-"

"Okay, that's it!" Ash quickly seized her by the wrist and pulled her away. "Uh, nice meeting you all! Enjoy the movie, byyyyyyyeeeeeee!"

"Do we have to leave?" Yellow complained as Ash hauled her away from the booths. "I wanted to get girl advice."

"Trust me, that's the last thing you need right now," Ash said. Chuey breathed out an agreement. "For now, let's just grab some dinner and hope things have settled down back at-"

"Hey, kid!"

Ash paused. Then he and Yellow turned back.

Flint had something in his hand. He reeled back like a baseball pitcher and hurled it.

Surprised, Ash snatched at the small object sailing toward him. Flint had a good arm, as despite the distance Ash was able to easily catch it.

He opened his palm. In his hand was a small, polished stone attached to a black chord. The stone was twisted into a helix spiral.

It was a necklace made from a baby Omanyte fossil.

"Oh, neat!" Yellow said. "But how'd he know that you like fossils?"

"Good luck, kid!" Flint called, shooting Ash off a sharp salute as he and his family headed off.

Ash didn't thank him. He wanted to, but he suddenly found that he couldn't speak.

It was okay, though. The Harrisons understood.

…

After washing up, neither Misty nor May had the energy nor the inclination to go out, or even dress. Fortunately, Misty had stayed at the hotel before, and knew it offered one very essential service that would solve their problem handily.

Room service.

The two sat at the room's table, May attacking a plate of barbeque wings and drumsticks while Misty hungrily devoured a basket of fish and chips. She hadn't thought that she would be hungry, not with everything that had happened, but as soon as their food had arrived she suddenly remembered not having eaten since morning.

Misty wolfed down the last of her fries and sighed. Hotel food had no business tasting that good.

As she stood up, though, she noticed that May was also finished, and was now leaning back in her chair, staring at Misty in a very peculiar manner.

Though Misty was quite used to being seen naked by May, she suddenly found herself feeling very self-conscious. "What?" she said, cringing back. Her hands involuntarily went up to cover her chest and crotch until she realized how dumb that would be, and put them back down.

May sighed. "Misty, tell me honestly: you and Ash. What's going on?"

Misty slowly breathed out. "Really?" she said. "We just got over sex-fighting, and now you want to talk about boys?"

"Misty…"

"What is there to say? We gave it a shot, it didn't work out. Repeatedly!"

May folded her arms over her youthful breasts. "That's not what I asked. Do you want to do him or not?"

Misty groaned. With everything else already swarming through her head, the last thing she needed was, well, that.

"Come on. Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"You know what! Have him stick his wee-wee in your hoo-ha and go doingy-doingy-doingy-doingy!"

Despite herself, Misty couldn't help but giggle a little.

"There she is," May said with a small smile. "So! Yes or no?"

"Well, fine," Misty groused. "Yes, I do! But that's to be expected! He caught me, he's technically my trainer, and PokeGirls are attracted to their trainers!"

"It's more than that," May said. "Come on. I was already making love to you before you stuffed me into your balls."

Misty blinked. "Did you have to phrase it like that?"

Ignoring her, May went on. "And I think you just plain like the guy. Come on, admit it: you two have a ton in common. You even like the same dorky shows!"

"Oh, God." Misty sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "May, I'm not denying any of that, okay? I'm just saying, it didn't work out!"

"I don't think you're in danger of electrocuting him again, remember? And there's no insane Tangelas to interrupt you."

"Except for the one he has in his balls," Misty muttered.

"And he's not about to let it go after you again! And after what happened, I guarantee that if you gave it another shot, he'd be more than happy to accept!"

Misty ran her fingers through her sweaty hair and sighed. "May…"

"Look, just loosen up a little okay?" May stood up and walked over to place her hands on Misty's shoulders. "I'm not saying either of you gotta pop your hetero-cherries tonight if you're not comfortable with it, but you've had a long day, he's had a long day, so you both deserve something nice."

"May."

"Would it help if I led things off?" May suggested. "I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but I've had no trouble getting it whenever I wanted, so maybe it'll balance out your bad luck!"

Misty shivered. "I…I don't…" She licked her lips.

Then May leaned forward and softly kissed her. It wasn't particularly deep or passionate, but it was very sweet and very warm, and with as drained as she was, it was all Misty could do not to melt into her right then and there.

With a satisfied sigh, May parted from her. "Just follow my lead," she said. "I promise I won't push you into anything you haven't done already. But you guys deserve a nice time."

Misty shivered again, but she nodded.

This again? said that spiteful voice from the back of her head, the one that sounded annoyingly like all of her sisters at once. I thought we agreed to stop trying with the boy, to stop-

Shut up, Misty said wearily. Just shut up.

Ash wasn't going to be around much longer. Misty was still resolved to only accompany him as far as Cerulean, and while she had soured on the idea of riding and being ridden by Ash the whole time, May was making a pretty compelling case.

But there was another reason too. While they were arguing, Misty had come to a realization, a realization that she absolutely hated, a realization of something that she had sarcastically suggested once out of anger but hadn't really meant, but it was something that she now knew to be true.

And that was that May wasn't going to be around much longer either.

…

When Ash and Yellow got back to the hotel, the scene waiting for them was much more peaceful than the one they had left.

May and Misty were no longer fighting. They were out of the bathroom had…well, it looked like they had started to dress, but had lost interest almost immediately. Misty had put on a fresh pair of panties while May had put her shorts back on, but that was it, with the two of them apparently deciding to stay topless. And they were sitting side-by-side on one of the sleeping mats, leaning into each other and watching TV.

Still, Ash was very apprehensive as he cracked the door open and peeked in. "Uh, h-hey," he said. "Is everything…"

Misty glanced to him and sighed. "It's fine," she said. "Everything's…fine. We made up. You guys can come in."

Yellow popped her head in under Ash's. "Did'ja blow up the bathroom?"

That got a laugh out of May. "No, but let me tell you, it got really close a couple of times!"

Oh, thank goodness. Ash pushed the door the rest of the way open. "We brought you dinner!" he said, holding up the to-go bags he had brought along. "It's just pizza, but…" Then his eyes fell upon the used dishes and silverware on the table. "Oh."

May giggled. "Er, sorry. We got room service."

Yellow perked up at that. "They have room service?"

"Yeah, but honestly, it's been a long day," Misty sighed. "And pizza sound great right now. Thanks."

Relieved, Ash and Yellow entered the room and shut the door. They set their bags down and passed the carryout meals to the two exhausted PokeGirls sitting on the sleeping mats.

Then he noticed what they were watching. "Oh, hey! Star Trainers!"

Misty laughed. "Yeah, they're doing a marathon of the movies."

Now Ash was getting really excited. He had the full run of the show, sure, but he only had managed to see a couple of the movies. They were a little harder for kids to acquire, mainly because while the show could get pretty steamy at times, the movies had actual sex scenes.

In fact, it seemed that he had walked in on one, with strapping Captain Piker getting it on with a pair of alien girls with green skin and antennae

"Whoa," Yellow said, her brow raising. "You were right, Ash. This show is good!"

"I told you! But did you ever listen? Noooo!"

He was about to head for one of the empty sleeping mats, but then he saw Misty and May scooting away from each other, making a space between them. "C'mon," Misty sat, patting the spot.

Ash blinked.

Then he rushed over to the sleeping mat, hastily discarding his hat, jacket, and shoes as he went.

"So, uh," he said, glancing back and forth between them. His eyes flitted to May's small, budding breasts, then over to Misty's smooth, freckled chest. Swallowing nervously, his gaze then dipped down to their long, bare legs, where they were stretched out on the mat before them.

And him sitting in the middle.

May took notice, of course. Smiling coyly, she reached up to her chest and pinched one nipple between her fingers.

Ash slowly breathed out. Come on, he ought to be used to this by now! Besides, if they were going to start teasing him, then he was going to start responding. "So…should I take my clothes off too?" he asked.

Misty let out a snorting laugh.

"Hey!" Ash couldn't help but feel a little indignant. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing!" she said, though she was still laughing a little. "It's just I didn't expect you to take-"

Sighing, Ash reached down, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up over his head. Then he tossed it aside.

"Oh," Misty said, blinking.

"Yesssss," May hissed under her breath.

Emboldened by this, Ash then unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Bracing his elbows against the wall, he lifted his butt to pull his pants down far enough to kick them the rest of the way.

"There," he said, settling back. "Now we're even."

Misty raised an eyebrow. "Not bad, Ketchum," she said with an appreciative look over his bare chest. "Not bad at all."

"But you've already seen him naked," Yellow said. "Lots of times, too!"

"Shut up, don't ruin it!" May hissed, grabbing Yellow into a headlock.

Ignoring them, Ash returned the look, taking the time to appreciate Misty's nearly naked form. She really was extremely pretty, in a sort of unkempt, tomboyish way. And honestly, he liked her better like that. There was a naturalness to her beauty, a wild nature that he found incredibly appealing, one that would probably be ruined if she tried to doll herself up. May might be the crazy one, but Misty had quite a bit of a wild side as well.

What was more, he was noticing that now that he wasn't trying to hide how much he liked looking at her, it wasn't embarrassing to him anymore. Sure, his heart was pounding and he felt more than a little flushed, but what he didn't feel was flustered. Maybe it was resignation finally sinking in. Maybe he was finally just getting used to it.

Or maybe it was because, even if it was only for a little while longer, she was still his PokeGirl, and why should he feel embarrassed about appreciating something that belonged to him?

Their eyes met, and without either of them making the conscious choice to, they leaned in to one another, their bare shoulders touching. Ash's lips brushed Misty's, and then she reached up to pull him the rest of the way into the kiss.

Ash was still a little clumsy, but he was learning. That didn't make it any less of a struggle to keep up, though. Fortunately, Misty was patient with him, taking her time leading him on with her tongue. He copied her the best he could, and when they parted, he was pleased to see that her eyes had gone as hazy as his had.

"Whew," Ash said, settling back. "I, uh, guess you guys really did make up."

"Oh, it was a little rough," May said, tracing the outline of his chest with one warm fingertip. "But we worked things out."

Ash bet they did.

Then Yellow sighed. "Oh, forget this. I'm taking my clothes off too!"

"Nobody was stopping you," Misty remarked as Yellow struggled to shuck off her heavy tunic. Snickering, May helped her discard first her shirt and then her pants, leaving her only in her panties as well.

"So, that's that, then," May said as they all settled back to watch the movie.

"Mmmm-hmmm," Misty said.

"All of us. Just sitting here. Practically naked."

"Yup," Ash said.

"Feels kind of natural, don't it?"

"Well, I mean, we've gotten naked a lot these last few days," Yellow said. "So why shouldn't it?"

"True, true," May said with a nod. "Still…"

Ash glanced at her, and saw that she was eyeing him in a rather hungry way. "Uh, hey? Why are you looking at me-"

Humming to herself, May slid her hand from her thigh onto Ash's. Then she moved it up to settle it right on his lap.

Or to be precise on the bulge tenting his lap.

Everyone fell silent as May maneuvered Ash's dick out through the slit in the front of his boxers, letting it flop out onto his thigh. "Casual nudity is great," she murmured as she wrapped her fingers around its girth. "But this is better."

As soon as her hand began to move, Ash had to grip the fabric of the sleeping mat with both hand and bite down on his lower lip to keep his eyes from squeezing shut. Oh, it felt so good, but he had always wanted to see this movie! But man, was the soft, warm grasp of the topless girl sitting next to him making it hard to concentrate!

"You are completely shameless," Misty groused as May continued to jack Ash off.

"Mmmm-hmmm," May hummed. "Nothing keeping you from joining in, you know."

Wait, what? Was that thing that could actually-

"Oh, out of all the incorrigible…" Misty grumbled. But she then glanced down at Ash's lap with a rather curious look on her face.

Then she shrugged and reached over to grab onto Ash's penis as well.

"Huh?" Ash looked from one PokeGirl to the other. "What?"

"Just stop talking and enjoy this," May said with a rather twisted grin as she and Misty both treated him to his first double-handjob.

Though the movie was still on, Ash couldn't keep from squeezing his eyes shut. Their hands just felt so good

However, Ash had no intention of just sitting back and letting them do all the work. If they could just reach over and grab his dick whenever they wanted, then he was more than entitled to do the same.

The two girls were watching the TV, so they didn't see him slowly extend his arms to either side. However, when he laid the flats of his palms on their bare stomachs, they took notice, with Misty actually whipping her head to him in shock.

"Wha-" she started to say.

Ash smirked. And then he slid his hands down into their panties.

May made a noise like a particularly happy teakettle being brought to boil. Misty, however, merely looked down at the hand stuck in her underwear and blinked.

Then she glanced back up at Ash, smiled, and then settled back, resuming her stroking of his dick and letting him do whatever he wanted.

However, as nice as that was, Ash was suddenly mindful of a few problems. First, while he had fingered two girls to orgasm already, including one of the girls whose vagina he was currently grabbing, that had been on a one at a time basis, and he was now going to have to pleasure two at once while having them both rub his now very hard and throbbing penis.

Furthermore, he only just now realized that despite all the times he had seen it, this was actually his first time touching May's pussy. It was a little smaller than Misty's, but also much warmer, unsurprisingly, as well as just a bit softer to the touch.

Ash took a deep breath and blew it out. Okay, well, he hadn't expected to be in this situation, but now that he had found himself in it, he was going to give it his all. If he was truly going to ascend to the rank of Pokemon Master one day, that meant doing his best and giving it his all in everything he did. He would never get better otherwise.

Keeping his eyes focused on the space-age threesome taking place on the TV, Ash began to explore the inner crevices of his friends Misty and May. He rubbed, pressed, and massaged the fleshy lips of their vulvas. He toyed with their clitorises, pinching and rolling them like he had seen on Gary's videotapes. And he felt around until he had found both girls' entrances. He took a deep breath to steady himself and slowly slid his fingers in.

If Misty's insides had been wet and warm, May's were hot and gushing. It was like holding his hands out to a campfire while it rained. Still, he didn't pull back. It actually made it hotter, both literally and figuratively.

And all the while, they continued to pump his dick. Neither had much room to work with, but they were making the best of it.

Then Ash heard a tiny squeak.

He glanced to his right. In addition to jacking Ash off, May had curled her other arm around Yellow's skinny little body, hugging her close while sticking her hand right into the tiny girl's panties. Yellow was curling up into a cute little ball, hands clenched to her chest and legs drawn up, her face scrunched up as she squeaked and whimpered, so May really knew what she was doing.

Catching Ash staring at her, May raised her brow and smiled. "We've come a long way when you were too nervous to masturbate with me, haven't we, champ?"

"And when did you-ah-make that offer?" Misty murmured.

"On day two. After I had humped him awake."

"Not…nnnngggg!...surprised."

Ash was trembling all over, but he managed to stammer out, "S-So, how is it-t?"

"Mmmm. Not bad for a rookie," May said. She then scooted in a little closer, leaning up against Ash, pulling in Yellow along with her. "Raw talent. Gonna make sure you get plenty of practice though."

Misty's hand paused for just the barest fraction of a second, and then resumed.

He was so close now, so close to cumming, and judging by how wet his palms were getting, so were the girls. His hands were shaking, but he was able to keep going, to keep sliding his fingers in and out of their hot inner canals, to keep massaging their lower lips.

Their hands were shaking too, but they kept at it, stroking him hard and fast now. His eyes squeezed shut of their own volition, and he found his back arching, his hips thrusting into the air as he came, his dick twitching and pumping into their hands.

Not longer after the warm, fleshy walls surrounding his fingers clenched up like a vice, gripping him hard. The two underaged PokeGirls both cried out, their sweet voices mewling with pleasure as they squirmed and writhed against him. Yellow let out the cutest little squeak as her tiny body curled up into a tight, shaking ball.

And then it passed, and they all slumped down against the wall, each of the children breathing hard. Ash slowly withdrew his sticky hands from their moist panties and looked down. His dick was now spent, lying limp. He wearily pushed it back into his boxers.

"Okay," Ash panted. "That was…really awesome."

"Is that going to be a regular thing with you guys?" Yellow said. She was leaning against May's side, her long braid curled around into her lap.

"No," Misty said.

"Yes," May said.

Misty shot her a look. "No! M-Maybe every now and then, but I'm not falling for that trap!"

May looked wholly unconcerned. "Yes," she said again. "Hate to tell you this, Red, but I have this way of getting what I want."

"Oh, we are not having this-"

"Guys," Ash breathed out. "Not again." He curled his arms around his girls' waists and pulled them in close. "Please?"

"No prob, champ," May said, a distinct note of smugness in her tone. She gathered up Yellow's limp body like an oversized teddy bear and hugged her close as she curled up against Ash.

"Fine," Misty said with a small huff after a bit. She drew her legs in and leaned up against Ash as well.

They didn't say anything for the rest of the night. They just sat there, enjoying the warm feeling of bare skin on skin, watching the movie until they were no longer able to keep their eyes open.

…

Waiting for the others to fall asleep didn't take long. It had been a very long day, and they were all exhausted and emotionally drained, and the mind-numbing pleasure from making each other only made them nod off faster.

All except Misty. Despite everything that had happened, she was still too wound up for sleep, and she had some major thinking to do.

So she waited. She waited until Ash's head started to droop. She waited until May's yawning got longer and more frequent, until finally she drew her legs in and leaned up against Ash's shoulder, still clutching Yellow to her side like an oversized stuffed animal. She waited until Yellow happily snuggled up closer to May, her arms hugging May's arm to her bare chest, May's hand still stuck into Yellow's panties.

Even after they had all drifted off, Misty stayed still. It wasn't until Yellow had begun to snore softly that she stealthily rose to her feet.

Ash reacted, a small frown creasing his brow as the warmth of her body left him, and hand that had just gotten done fingering her twitched in her direction. Misty froze, but Ash didn't awake, so she continued tiptoeing her way across the room, heading toward the big glass doors that led to the outdoor balcony.

She was still only wearing her panties, so as soon as she stepped into the cool night air a chill swept over her bare, sweat-slicked skin. She shivered hard, regretting not putting her clothes back on at least.

This is stupid, she thought, turning back toward the door. I should have-

Then she paused.

Wait.

A thought, and a low-power static field swept over her body. Immediately the temperature around her rose from uncomfortably cold to pleasantly warm.

Well, at least her current predicament had some benefits. Not enough to make up for all the other crap, but there were some.

Sighing, she leaned up against the railing and looked out at the city. The last pinkish hue of daylight had fully retreated, and now it was night. Not that the lights of the city had dimmed any,

Then she heard the sound of someone's voice: a young, happy voice, one that was coming closer.

Misty cranked her eyes open. A pair of kids were out for a late walk down the sidewalk across the parking lot from her, a boy and a girl, both near her own age. The boy was a few inches taller than Misty, with a short-sleeved red jacket and a red cap pulled down over his brown hair, while the girl was a slender brunette in a short red skirt, blue blouse, and with a white hat pulled down over her long hair.

Despite neither looking as if they had hit puberty yet, they were obviously a couple, their hands clasped between them and swinging as they walked, and their eyes filled with nothing but adoration whenever they looked at one another. The girl was chattering merrily, going on and on about something that Misty couldn't make out, and while the boy wasn't talking back, he was listening intently, nodding along to what she said.

They were obviously junior trainers, probably in town for the Boulder Badge, just like Ash was. And from the look of how happy and carefree they were, their own journey was going much smoother than his. Or Misty's for that matter.

Misty watched them as they strolled right past her, oblivious to the fact that one of the Gym Leaders they were so set on challenging was only a few feet away. And she had to admit, she was more than a little envious of them. They just looked so happy to be out adventuring together.

You could have that too.

Misty shivered and hugged herself. It was the other voice, the one that always insisted on taking the more…primal route, the one that, of course, sounded suspiciously like May.

No.

Why not?

You know why not.

Stupid. You want to go with Ash. Do it. Go with him. Be happy with him.

Shut up.

Get mad all you want. You know I'm right.

"Pika?"

Misty looked down. Chuey was there, supposedly having followed her all the way from their room.

"Oh," Misty sighed. "Hey." She knelt down and scratched the little electric rodent behind the ears. "Sorry about that. You must be really sick of the constant hormones."

"Chu," Chuey sighed.

"Thought so." Misty glanced up at the hotel, where her three traveling companions were snuggled together in post-orgasm bliss.

"That's what she wants, you know," Misty said to Chuey. "A nonstop orgy, traveling the world. I mean, that's how it is with PokeGirls. And you know May."

"Pika-Pi," Chuey said in agreement.

"And I came this close to going along with it. But now?" Misty breathed out. "I don't know, Chuey. I don't know what I'm going to do with her. May is the way she is, and I've always loved that about her, but she really scares me sometimes!"

Chuey tilted its head, one ear raised and the other lowered.

"I know I can't make her change. I guess that's my fault for going along with it for so long, but what am I going to do with her? I mean, I got to stick with my gym. It's my job! But what about May? She'll want to stay with me, but it's not like anyone can know about her! My stupid sisters are always poking into my business, trainers won't leave me alone, and don't even get me started on Team Rocket! They're spying on me, they have to be!"

Misty looked back toward the room. "She's going to lose her mind if she stays with me. And she's going to do something reckless. Sooner or later, someone will find out about her. And then…"

Misty couldn't bring herself to say the last part out loud, but it was loud and clear inside her head, and inside her heart.

And then someone is going to use May against her.

Misty couldn't allow it. If it was Team Rocket, May would be used as blackmail material, leading her to be possibly tortured or even sold off. And if it was her sisters, then they would also probably try to blackmail her, threatening to tell May's family where she was, and there was no way either of them would allow that to happen.

But even if none of that happened, it still wouldn't work. May would be profoundly unhappy hiding in the gym. It wouldn't be fair to keep a wild soul like hers cooped up.

"I guess…it's what's best for everyone," she said out loud, as much to herself as to the Pikachu.

"Chu?" Chuey inquired.

"May's going to have to go with Ash," she said. "I can't. I just can't. But I can't keep her with me. It's…it's what's best for…"

Misty felt her throat tighten. She didn't want to do it. For as infuriating as May could be at times, she was also one of the few true friends that Misty had, with Ash being the other.

And she was going to have to lose them both.

…

A/N: Okay. I know it's become a cliché after every long hiatus for me to explain exactly why things took so long, but this time was…different.

Firstly, the last couple of chapters took a lot out of me, so I took a couple weeks off before I started writing again.

Secondly, these character-heavy chapters that are mostly just talking (and fucking) are really, really hard to do, and tend to get really long. There's a few dozen points you want to hit and have to figure out a way to hit them all while making sure the stuff in between isn't boring while working to ensure it all flows naturally. I think I changed the structure of this chapter three different times, throwing out several pages of material each time.

And finally, when I did have something that I felt worked…

I got evicted.

Or rather, the couple that I had been splitting rent with for the last three years asked me to move out so they could have more privacy. Well, okay, that's fair I guess, this shit happens, but you can imagine that kinda fucked me up and my life suddenly got flipped upside down. I'm now working full time six days a week to prepare and have spent a lot of the last month in a pretty foul mood, where all I had energy to do was pack, go to work, and play video games. Not exactly the best environment for creativity.

But I did want to get this done, so I reworked the structure yet again and powered through the rest. This is actually the last night I'm spending at this place as I update this, though I still have a ton of work to do moving my stuff and cleaning everything up. Also, usual things regarding editing applies: I did my best, but it's late and I'm tired and probably missed some stuff, so if you come along any incomplete sentences or parts that feel out of place, let me know, and I'll give things another look-over when I can.

So yeah. That's been what was up.

I'm fine though. Thank you to everyone who checked it. It's just been a bad month. Those happen sometimes.

Anyway, given how tumultuous my life is now, I can't make any promises on the next chapter, and I do have my other projects that I've been neglecting, but I do want to get it done and finally leave what I am now thinking of as Horny Namek. At least the next chapter will have lots of violence; that's always fun.

Okay, onto the next point.

Now, despite my explanation for why I'm taking my time popping Ash's cherry, I'm still getting a lot of complaints about it.

Okay, look: I get it. This story's getting really long, they've been parked at Pewter City a long time, and the time between chapters is getting longer and longer. However, I chose the point in time for that to happen for a reason, because it's what best suits the narrative, and I am not changing my plans. Sorry.

However, I do agree that it really is taking a really long time getting there, so I can't blame you guys for getting frustrated. Besides, that first chapter was written basically on a whim and is probably not the best introduction for this story.

So…go back and take another look at chapter one. In addition to updating the disclaimer, I've added a new opening scene, a bit of a flash-forward to let you guys know where things will eventually be headed, however long it might take.

And that's the last time I'm going to address this.

Now I just got to wait for another deranged copy/pasted rant from one of the sockpuppet accounts of that one guy who's convinced that me taking my sweet time in getting Ash laid must be because I hate men because I guess a man hurt me in the past or something and I'm writing this story BASED AROUND FEMALE SEXUAL SLAVERY as some kind of bizarre revenge against the entire male sex.

Despite the fact that I'm a straight guy.

Who started this story purely for horny reasons.

And continue it for shits and giggles.

Yeah, I don't get it either.

Still, love yah, Casey, or whatever your name is! Your baffling rants have been the highlight of every update! Thanks for hate-following!