A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place, NOTTHISWAYQQ~
As the Gym Leader of Cerulean City - or at least, one of them - Misty went fishing relatively often, in order to keep her team up to date, sharp, strong and beautiful, as all water type pokemon should be. Suffice to say, much of this time was spent in quiet, calm and solitude, without being forced to suffer or endure mockery due to the fact that while her sisters were voluptuous, artistically gifted, beautiful and in general the wet dream of Cerulean, Misty herself was flat chested, tomboyish and she was more at home training for battle than for contests.
At least her sisters drew most of the attention, and usually Misty could just stomp honest challengers and gain some respect that way. The Cerulean Gym had actually gotten a lot of prestige thanks to her own strength.
Desiring some peace and quiet after enduring a consistent and really annoying streak of mockery, people dismissing her due to her height and most importantly, people who wanted to battle her sisters instead of her, either for the easy win or simply because they wanted fap material, Misty had left Cerulean and headed southwest. Viridian was a really nice place, and she was actually considering the possibility of asking the league to transfer her elsewhere, just so she didn't have to deal with the disaster of a city that was Cerulean, even if she'd need to complete an apprenticeship under the mysterious Viridian Leader Giovanni before she was allowed to officially operate as his second in the Gym.
She'd had the right idea.
Stretching her limbs, and making sure her rod was firmly lodged in the ground, Misty laid down and sighed in relaxation. "Finally some peace, quiet and-"
And then some doofus in a league hat, looking scuffed and beat up, ran like a Gyarados chased him. Misty only had enough time to open her mouth.
"I'm borrowing your bike, it's an emergency!" the boy cried, tossing a yellow bundle of fur, blood and bruises, carefully, into the basket at its front, and then taking off, biking like the wind. Misty screeched in rage as he bike was stolen. Stolen! Her bike! She was a gym leader, one of the strongest trainers in the region by default! And she just had her bike stolen by some kid!
Well... that meant war!
It took a while to track down the kid, and as she traced his steps, she found a battlefield with a ton of fried birds - spearows. She winced at the sight. They'd likely be fine after a few days' rest, but it was still an awful sight. Most important of all however, was that she found her bike.
Or rather... she found the remains of her bike. Charred, burned to a crisp, destroyed, fucked up beyond all recognition.
That boy had stolen and then obliterated her bike.
And she wasn't about to take that lying down. No, absolutely no way she would.
Eventually, she found him in the Pewter Pokemon Center, and when she gave his description - citing her authority as Gym Leader of Cerulean, the Nurse complied immediately, and told her what room he was in.
She went to said room, and found him sitting on the bed, while the pikachu he had was laid on a basket, sleeping his treatment away. Luckily, Pokemon Center machines could bring a pokemon back from the brink of death, that Pikachu would undoubtedly be fine. Plus it had likely just gotten a heap of experience from frying all those birds.
The boy looked shocked. "Y-You!" he said, "you're the girl with the- oh, right, the bike, I'm sorry, I-"
"You could've at least explained! And how did you expect to return the bike if you didn't even know who I am?" she berated, chastised, verbally assaulted him, not giving him a single chance to drop an excuse and run off. Absolutely no way she was letting him do it twice. "Besides, if you were worried about your pokemon, I carry potions, full heals and full restores with me, he would've been fine if you'd just asked for help!"
The boy opened his mouth, but then just let his jaw hang. "Aw, I really screwed up didn't I? Pikachu got seriously hurt because of me, too," he said, hanging his head from his neck, defeated.
"Yes, you did," Misty said, crossing her arms. "At least you recognize that. You should take measures to make up for it."
The boy nodded. "I... I promise I'll never let something like that happen again," he said, clenching his fist. "I'll train with Pikachu to make sure," he added.
Nodding, Misty sighed, realizing she couldn't really be angry. She'd tracked the boy down to a pokemon center, it seemed he'd just been desperate to help his pokemon. She couldn't fault him for that, she liked to think she'd do the same for her pokemon. Well, she'd be smarter about it, but the spirit was the same. "Okay, fine," the problem was that bikes were... infamously expensive in Kanto, for reasons she didn't really understand. And hers was a free gift from the bike shop at Cerulean, since the bike shop owner was one of the few people who recognized her talents, abilities, and her need to make long trips away from Cerulean to relax. "But you destroyed very expensive property."
The boy winced. "I know, I'll, I'll pay off your bike," he said.
Misty nodded. "My name's Misty, I'm the Gym Leader of Cerulean, what's your name?"
"Ash," he replied. "Ash Ketchum," he continued. "Sorry about the bike... how can I apologize?"
"Well, I won't ask you for the money back, I know you can't afford that," she said, then rubbed her chin. The boy was... cute, if a bit rough around the edges. Not her usual type, she preferred them taller than her, usually, but the shrimp had a bit of a strange charm to him, and he loved pokemon, so that was a big plus. She looked him up and down. "But you did interrupt my relaxation, and with my bike destroyed, I can't go for rides far from Cerulean anymore," she hummed. "Maybe you can make up for it by helping me relax instead."
"I could do that," he agreed. "What did you have in mind? Maybe a battle or two for fun?"
"If you want, I can help you train your pokemon, I am a Gym Leader after all," Misty said, looking a bit smug. "But no, no pokemon involved, I have an idea of what you can do to apologize," she said. "Tell me boy, does the word 'cunnilingus' mean anything to you?"
Ash blinked. "No?" he asked. "Should it? Is it a strong move?"
"It's strong, in a way," Misty said. "But it's not a pokemon move. It's a human move," she said, grinning at the clueless boy before her. She closed the door behind her, making sure it was locked so no one would interrupt. "You're a registered trainer, right?" she asked, as she unhooked her suspenders from her shoulders.
Ash nodded, then fished in one of his jeans' pockets for his license, marking him as having gotten an endorsement from Professor Oak, who vouched for him as a trainer and challenger to the Pokemon League. "See?"
Misty nodded. "Good," she said, then her hands went to her shorts' front, and undid the button holding them together, then unzipped her fly and hooked her fingers around the waistband of her shorts and the plain white panties underneath them, pulling them both down.
The boy yelped, covering his eyes. "What are you doing!?" he cried.
She chuckled. "I'm showing you how you're gonna pay for the bike," she said, stepping out of her shorts and panties, making sure the were not bunched up as she left them on the ground. "You agreed to help me relax, didn't you? You shouldn't go back on your promises."
The boy seemed doubtful for a few seconds, but then nodded. "Yeah, you're right, I shouldn't," he agreed. "What's... what are you doing?"
Misty hummed and sat beside him on the bed, legs spread, and used two fingers to stimulate herself, rubbing over her labia. "This is a girl's pussy," she explained, touching herself. "It feels good when it's touched, softly," she spoke. "But it feels even better when it's kissed or licked," she explained. "Now you can imagine, it's pretty hard for me to lick it myself, right? But it's really relaxing to have it done for me."
The boy nodded, face red. "What are you getting at?"
Cute, but more than a bit empty headed. Well, it tracked, she supposed. Shaking her head, she gestured at her crotch. "In order to apologize for what you did, you're going to have to take over as my main source of relaxation," she said. "Since I can't go fishing far away anymore..."
"That... sounds fair," he finally said. "I guess this, would be the best method?"
"Unless you know how to massage people," she asked.
He shrugged.
"Now get on your knees, and begin slowly kissing me down there, use your tongue a lot, make sure to get me very wet all over."
He nodded, doing as she instructed, first dropping to his knees, then bending over at the waist to get the proper angle. She pulled his hat off and rested it on the bed, not wanting it to get in the way, and the boy began to approach her pussy. At first, he sniffed, and his face got even redder. "It's a strange smell..."
"You don't like it?" she asked.
"No, not that, it's just... strange," he said, sniffing again. "It stings but I can't stop breathing it in."
She giggled. "That's the scent of an aroused woman," she explained. Well, a little. The rest was the sweat from the day. But it seemed he didn't mind that. "Get used to it, you'll be-"
His tongue slipped out of his mouth, and Misty felt it make contact with her lower lips, and she groaned, interrupting her sentence.
"O-Oh did I hurt-"
"No, that sound means I feel good, keep going boy!" she commanded, grabbing the back of his head, and shoving him into her crotch. He didn't resist, and instead, began to lap at her pussy. He clearly didn't mind the taste in the least, because hsi licking was getting stronger and more insistent with each pass at her pussy. "Ooh yeah, that's it, just like that, lick my wet pussy," she moaned.
Misty, as befitting a water specialist, got wet easily, and flooded like no one's business. Her nectar overflowed, and as she arched her back to shove even more of her pussy in the boy's face, she began humping his face, moaning wantonly as he continued licking and sucking, swallowing of his own accord. "That's a good boy, keep licking my pussy, don't stop," she ordered. "Go in, put your tongue in, lick me inside too!"
Complying, the boy's tongue changed from its tantalizingly teasing licking to a proper tonguefucking, at first he didn't really know how, but he chanced into her lips splitting for his Kalosian kiss and his tongue began to go wild inside her, seemingly the boy had a natural talent for the act, as he began to search for and hit each and every one of her weak spots, his tongue flicking about like a tentacool's tentacles, touching every part of her, gathering her juices, which the boy rapidly sucked into his mouth, messily, merrily and loudly swallowing, sending shivers down her spine.
He was a natural, she sighed. "That's it, Ash, that's it, I'm going, cum, soon," she panted, "make, make sure to," she winced, "ooh, damn, it's coming!"
His tongue flicked at exactly the right spot, hitting her weakest point, the tip just barely caressing, just barely applying pressure, at a ridiculously sensitive little button. Instantaneously, Misty's hands grabbed fistfuls of hair as she shoved him as hard as she could against her crotch, humping him at the same time, crying out her orgasm, squirting her fluids like a hydro pump, spraying his mouth, his face, her thighs and even his shirt, as a ridiculously intense, potent orgasm rocked her world, far stronger and more pleasurable than any she'd ever given herself.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity that passed in a minute, she let him go, and he collapsed on his back, panting for breath. She herself grinned down at him.
"You're amazing, Ash," she said, wiping her drool from her chin with the back of her hand. "I could get used to that."
He groaned, swallowing, looking up at her. "That was, I almost," he swallowed in air.
She looked at his crotch, his jeans tenting around his rather impressive pole, and Misty giggled. "I see that you liked it too," she said. She smirked, struck by a brilliant thought, and after adjusting her position, she reached with her leg, her foot daintily, softly, laying on his cock. And then she began to apply pressure, hard, roughly grinding her heel against the base of the boy's cock.
Ash let out a half scream, half groan, and Misty saw him positively flood his pants with cum, the liquid soaking through his underwear and jeans, and managing to wet her foot.
She grinned. He was just a natural, a natural subby bitch boy, and Misty thought herself immensely fortunate. If she had to trade a bike for such a prize, she'd do it in a heartbeat. "I think you and I are gonna get along juuust fine," she said, licking her lips.
The boy panted, looking for all the world like he just found enlightment.