My entry for the 2022 edition of Femdom Exchange. AshxMisty is my original OTP from before I even understood fandom and I'm not sure why it took me this long to write for them... but I'm happy I finally did! Here's hoping it won't be the last. Title from I Put a Spell On You By Nina Simone. Picked it out early, not sure it fits anymore, dunno what I'd change it to anyway XD

Content warnings: Mild dubious consent in regards to femdom, consensual underage sex (Ash and Misty are both under 16 here). The back button is your friend.

In general, Misty was a practical, level-headed girl. Even when awash with emotions, she could still focus on whatever needed to be done and do it well. It was a skill she had learned very young, thanks(?) in no small part to her older sisters. So she couldn't help but feel a little guilty on vacation. Doing whatever she wanted to do, because she felt like it, because she could? Inconceivable!

Her Pokemon, though, went a long way toward helping her shut that voice in her head out. It was easier to do than she thought, since she was vacationing in Alola, one of the most beautiful places in the world, with wonderful people and Pokemon. And one of those wonderful people, maybe even her favorite person, was coming to visit her today.

Ash Ketchum was someone who made her level-headedness vanish like an illusion. He could always do that, but since they'd gotten older, things had… changed. At 13, he'd gotten a little taller and broader than he used to be, a little less clumsy, and distractingly cuter. Still not taller than her, ha! And not any less hot-headed— wait, she really hadn't either. Not with him.

But she had gotten cuter too, thank you very much! Finally not a washboard anymore— turns out her sisters had been right about her being a late bloomer— not so spindly, and she didn't feel as much like a newborn Ponyta. 15 was going to be Her Year, even if she wasn't sure what that meant yet.

She had been at turns flighty and annoyed by her flightiness, her inability to stop thinking about, even daydreaming about, Ash. She'd been indulging herself in reading a lot of spicy books— the vacation home happened to be full of them, and Misty Waterflower turned up her nose at no book— so the combination made everything worse. Or better. She'd had more than a couple of naughty dreams the last few nights involving her and Ash. And with the weekend sprawling out in front of her, her sisters out gallivanting, well. She had some ideas to explore.

She was checking on her Pokemon in the lagoon-style Pokepool on the deck, within hearing distance of the human pool, when her phone pinged with Ash's text tone.

Couple mins away :D

Anticipation cracked down her spine. Her panties were getting wet already. What the hell was wrong with her today?

Nothing, she told herself firmly. She didn't totally believe herself, but…

Distantly, the doorbell rang.

She practically flew down the steps. Sprinting through the great room and foyer, she flung open the door and tackled Ash in a hug before he even took a breath. "I missed you so much!"

"Missed you too," he said through laughter, clinging back.

"You too, of course," she said with a giggle to Pikachu as he leapt onto her head.

"Pika kachu!"

She released Ash from her hug only to grab his hands and pulled him inside, Pikachu jumping down to scurry around their feet. "How have you been? What have you been doing? Tell me everything!"

"Okay, so, Alola is freaking awesome! Yesterday me and Pikachu went to the pier, and…"

Listening to Ash talk a blue streak was one of her favorite things. She'd missed that almost as much as she'd missed him. He'd never know how much.

Was this what falling in love felt like?

"Whoa—"

"Sorry!" Suddenly aware of the step she'd tripped down, Ash grabbing her, and how hard her heart was beating, she forced out a laugh. "I keep forgetting about that step and I've been here a week, but I still… um."

He was blushing, his cap askew as he looked down at her (taller, for once, still on that step). His arms around her felt very warm, she realized, across her back and dangerously close to her chest, and she must look like a Haban berry—

Then he grinned. He was still blushing, though. "Sorry I'm so distracting," he said, letting go of her carefully and taking her hand.

"Ha! You wish, Ash Ketchum." She managed a smile back; hopefully it wasn't forced.

"I sure do," he said, then changed the subject before she could process that: "This place is really something."

"That's what you get when you're Kanto's most famous water-type trainer!" Misty couldn't but stand straighter, puffing out her chest a bit. And when your sisters are a famous Contest-touring trio…

Ash was staring up at the humongous glass skylight over the sunken living area, the area that Misty had tripped into because of him. "What is it like when it rains?"

"It's amazing. It's one of my favorite things in the world, especially because it doesn't rain much in Alola. I love the sound, and the view of the rainclouds…" With a happy sigh, she flopped across the enormous sectional that filled out the space.

"Pikapi-chu," Pikachu trilled from the floor.

"Aw, come here," Misty said, making grabby hands. The static tickled her arms and neck when Pikachu hopped onto her, and she laughed.

Ash's face, upside down, entered her field of view. "You're lucky, getting a cuddle from my girlfriend before I do."

"Pika." The little guy actually sounded smug, scratching at his ear.

They hadn't been dating for more than a few months, but somehow calling each other datefriends felt perfectly right. Still, that didn't stop warm, giddy pride from filling her at Ash using that word. A teasing smile curved her lips. "What can I say, sometimes my boyfriend's Pokemon are cuter than he is." She stretched casually, arching her back just a bit, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes.

Predictably, Ash blushed. Then he took her hand and blew a raspberry into her palm.

"Ash!" she shrieked, laughing and squirming as he did it again; Pikachu jumped down, sounding a bit like he was laughing too. "S-Stop…!"

"That was for calling me cute," he said, poking her nose. "If you're gonna call me that," and he made a face, "I should at least be the cutest over my own Pokemon! By, like, miles."

She scoffed and rolled over on her stomach, kicking her legs gently. "I said sometimes they're cuter. And if you don't like me thinking you're cute, die mad about it." She snickered, but so did he, and she felt pleased.

Until he said, "Guess I'll die then," and flopped down alongside her, an arm across her back.

She stared at him staring, and then—

"Howdy there, pretty miss," he said in a drawl, fingers tapping firmly enough not to tickle. "Pleased to make your aquint— aqua— your acquaintance."

She sputtered, dumbfounded. Her face felt warm; her belly was growing warm too. "What in the…"

He just smiled, leaning in until all she could focus on were his eyes.

So she took hold of his face and kissed him. Hard.

He squeaked, the hand on her back pressing down. But he kissed back eagerly, mouth opening against hers, and let her push him down.

She didn't know she'd done that until she felt him half-hard against her and realized she was nearly on top of him. The shock made her pull away, made her look around for Pikachu.

"What's up?" Ash looked blissed out and dazed, but sat up anyway.

"Just remembered we're not totally alone…" Yeah. That was the only reason.

"Yeah we are— oh. Pikachu might come back in the middle of things, huh."

She had to look away while he tried to adjust his pants. "I'll let him play with my Pokemon." If she was still going to enact her plan, they had to have no chance of being interrupted. "And I'll show you my favorite spot while we're at it."

With a completely straight face, he reached out swiftly and honked a boob. "I thought that was here."

"Oh my god Ash," she hissed, slapping his hand away. "I meant my favorite spot in the house!"

"You should've been more specific," he replied in a singsong, springing up skipping ahead of her.

A quick glance at him confirmed things below decks had returned to normal. As for her, well… "Yeah, yeah."

Pikachu was exploring down the hallway leading to one of the decks. He perked up upon seeing them and jumped into Ash's open arms.

"Hey buddy," Ash cooed, petting him (Arceus, he was so damn cute). "Wanna go hang out with your friends for a bit?"

"Chupikapi?"

"Yep, and Goldeen too!" He looked at Misty. "Uh, Starmie's here, right?"

She still hadn't completely gotten used to Ash and Pikachu's understanding of each other (never mind that she had the same understanding with Starmie, had had it with Togetic). "Yep! Starmie, Goldeen, almost everyone. Cerulean Gym is closed for Golden Week."

She led them onto the wraparound porch deck and let herself feel smug at how his jaw dropped. Even Pikachu looked awed.

The beach and ocean spread out before them, sun shining down and making everything look otherwordly, even when a cloud passed over it. Misty breathed deeply, relishing the fresh salty air.

"Wow."

"I know," she said. "Come on, the pool's this way."

A few steps along, Pikachu spoke up. "Pikapi… kachu, chuu?"

Ash squawked (Misty startled), face reddening. "Th-That's, uh, no!"

"Pi-kachu…"

He looked like he might spontaneously combust. "Dude… I'll just come get you, okay?! You're so annoying sometimes."

"Pipipi~"

Oh, that was definitely laughter. Then he hopped down again, hurrying after Psyduck's call in the distance.

"What was that about?" she asked as casually as she could, linking arms with him as they followed Pikachu.

"Um..." He tugged his cap down over his eyes and muttered, "We're not being super subtle about wanting alone time, I guess."

She laughed, loudly; she couldn't help it.

"It's not funny," he said, laughing too.

Then they reached the door to the Pokemon pool, and his demeanor changed again into wide-eyed, boyish excitement at the glass-walked enclosure. She hung back and watched him zip into the room, greeting her Pokemon, returning their playful splashes. "This is amazing!" he called, practically glowing.

"I haven't shown you the best place yet!"

"Okay, you guys, have fun and behave yourselves."

Pikachu chittered, already on Lapras' back, and Psyduck and the rest of the gang chimed in.

She gave them all a wave, then slung her arm around Ash's shoulders and walked with him back on the deck path, past the pool.

"You sure we're not on a separate island?" he asked teasingly.

She just smiled.

Her favorite spot felt secluded even though it was in the open, an oasis from the rest of the house even though the sliding door was yards away. It was an even larger deck than the one that contained the Pokemon pool, although this pool was open-air. A third of it cast shade onto the sand below, with winding steps down to the beach. The rest hovered over the water thanks to thick, sturdy supports, and glass railings surrounded the entire deck; a slice of air between the person and the water.

"This is it," she said, spreading her arms. "If I close my eyes out here, I feel like I'm one with the ocean. Just me and the water."

Ash's eyes went from the massive pool to the chaises to a little nook, with an outdoor sectional and umbrellas. It still seemed like he was glowing. "I can see why you like it, Mist."

Then he looked at her in a way that made her pulse speed up and her body feel liquid.

She let him pull her over to the chaise, tug her onto his lap. "Unfinished business, right?"

"Yeah," he said, tilting his head up to kiss her.

She settled over him, arms draping down his back. He held her so tightly, but she pressed against him anyway, with her body and lips and teeth; he moaned, so softly she could barely hear him.

She wanted to make him louder.

He was getting hard against her, so she wiggled on his lap; he gasped and she decided to slide her tongue into his mouth. He responded so desperately, tongue rubbing hers, that she couldn't stop a whimper, gasping against his lips as her clit suddenly throbbed.

They'd made out before, plenty of times. They'd done plenty of over-the-clothes touching too, and more than once she'd touched his erection— once by accident, once on purpose, and the on-purpose one made them both so flustered they put a stop to things. (She hadn't forgotten the noise Ash made then. Or how he had backed off first, even though she knew how badly he wanted to keep going.)

This time felt different. Exciting, sure, but dangerous too.

And this time, she wasn't going to stop.

Her lungs were burning but Ash showed no sign of tiring, so she kept going, tongue chasing his, tasting the roof of his mouth. His hands felt like fire on her back, and on her stomach, tracing circles far from where she wanted him to be. And then his hand started moving down.

"W-Wait," she breathed against his lips. She wanted him to go there, it was just… "Ash, wait."

He bent his head down. Fast kisses down her neck, nuzzling at her boobs, fingers slipping past her shorts, he didn't hear her.

"I said wait," she shouted, shoving him off of her and bolting upright.

Dizzy, breathing hard, she tried to register what she saw.

"I'm sorry! Misty, I'm sorry, I d-didn't— you were so…!"

He'd landed on his knees in front of her. He was breathing heavily too, red-faced and— she looked down, eyes like magnets— fully hard.

She needed to say something.

The sky had grayed behind Ash and above them. She could smell rain on the air. Her clit itched. She just stared at him, and he held her gaze, and slowly her breathing synced with his.

"Misty." He had never said her name like that before. "Please. Can you forgive me? I… I want to kiss you again. Like, really, really bad. Is that okay? I promise I'll listen to you."

She wanted to say no. She would say it—"Yeah. That's okay."

There she went, screwing up the game she meant to play. Something about him looking up at her like that, staying so patient, so apologetic, even when he was tense, made her want to give him everything he wanted.

She would give him this, and she'd go from there.

On his knees, he shuffled forward. He laid his hands on her hips and looked up at her.

Then he moved fast as a Seviper. His hands sped past her ribcage, pushed up her bandeau top, and then his mouth was on her bare breasts, kissing up the undersides and glancing over a nipple.

It felt good; her hips bucked lightly, friction needed on her suddenly achingly hard clit, and she gasped. But it was wrong, against the rules she decided on that second, so once more she pushed him away. "N-No."

He went back to his knees as if she had told him to, though he looked confused.

"You cheated," she said, panting, pulling her top back down.

He actually smirked. "I didn't say where I wanted to kiss you." Then he licked his lips, and stared pointendly and lustfully at her crotch.

Arceus help her.

Thunder rolled overhead. Misty moaned, and saw Ash shiver, wide-eyed. She felt the rumble through her whole body, in her veins; it was the rush of wet in her panties, the pulse of her clit, and she could feel it in her fingertips and when she touched Ash he gasped.

"Undress." She recognized her voice, but barely; she sounded firmer, darker like the sky overhead. "Now."

"M-Misty…" Ash's eyes went dark too. He swallowed, staring at her hand on his shoulder, then moved to pull off his vest. "What should I… I-I-I mean, everything? Wh-What– What if someone sees?"

"I don't care." She did care. But this place was miles away from anyone, and they were alone, and there was too much need in her brain to say what she meant. She took his cap and put it on her head, then sat back and waited, her legs spreading unconsciously.

His hands had to be shaking badly if she could see it so clearly. Still he was efficient, kicking aside his sandals and removing his shirt and pants, biting his lips as he pulled them past his erection.

It had begun to rain, sort of; a light spray more than anything. It dampened Ash's wild hair and made her feel even more unbearably alive than she was feeling already (and a sleepy part of her brain was glad their Pokemon were under a roof). The smell was like Sweet Scent, and Misty realized with a jolt of arousal that she could smell Ash, too, just a little. That she could at all, well— one hand was in her panties before she realized, and she moaned with relief.

Ash, shaking, moaned too. He stood in his boxers, ocean-blue, and stared so hard at her she could almost feel it. "Everything?" he asked again, in a tone that begged her to say no.

"Yes. Then come here."

He took them off, and her eyes locked to his dick the whole time he moved to her.

She felt the tension inside her almost ready to snap already. So she pulled her fingers from her pants, beckoning with that hand. "Kneel down."

He did.

She held out her hand to him and opened her mouth to speak again but he leaned in and closed his lips around her fingers, sucking gently.

"A-Ah…!" Even that tiny cry was close to a scream; her clit shuddered against her panties so hard she thought she might come. She needed to. But she didn't, and Ash was holding her damp hand now, eyes big, flushing right down his neck.

"Did you like that?" he asked, voice husky even at that soft volume.

She nodded. "Good boy."

His jaw went slack, a choked moan leaving him.

Surprised at her own words as much as his reaction, she continued. "And good boys get rewards." She lay back, lifting her hips, and shucked her shorts and panties off.

"Oh my god," he whispered, pressing a hand to his mouth. "Oh, my god…"

"You can kiss me here." Her steady voice felt like a miracle. "Only if," she said as he immediately leaned up, "you keep your hands off your dick."

"Wh-What?!" The flush spread down his chest, and he whimpered. "But, M-M-Misty…!"

"That's the rule. If you can stay good for me, I have another reward." Where in Arceus's name was she coming up with this? She was way too turned on to process that, but pride shouted in a distant part of her brain.

He took a deep breath. Let it out. Then his mouth was on her, there, tongue licking and swiping and oh, fuck—

She cried out into her hands, her legs tightening around Ash's head. "H-Higher, a little, oh god there, there—"

He suckled at her clit, lapping circles around it, over and over and over...

Misty screamed, freezing as pleasure exploded from her clit and tore through her body. "Ah, ah, yes! F-f-fuck…!"

She was reduced to shaking whimpers, legs going slack. She couldn't see— She opened her eyes.

Ashe stared at her from between her legs, breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, Misty…" His eyes looked shiny; one hand came up to wipe his face. "Misty. Misty, please."

"Get up," she whispered, too tired to move. "Good boy," she said when he did.

He moaned, sharp and loud.

Had he…? Misty looked at his still-hard dick. It was leaking wetness.

Something rushed through her, stopping her breathing for a moment. "Come here," she said, "behind me." She rolled to one side and waited.

He nestled behind her. "C-C-Can I hold you? Please, please, Misty…!"

Ash begging for her. She thought she might die. "Yes. And…" Oh god, how was she going to say this? "You can… B-Between my legs."

"Wha— oh. O-Oh…"

She separated her thighs just a bit, and with a whimper, he slid his dick in between them.

"Misty, oh god." He started thrusting slowly, his whole body shaking against hers.

Heart pounding between her legs, she shifted a bit, and suddenly his dick was rubbing against her crotch and her mind went blank.

Ash was still whimpering, and it became a constant stream, mixed with her name and gasps and one tiny swear. His mouth was hot and wet on her neck, kissing messily and even with teeth. His thrusts quickly grew faster and rougher until, moaning so loud into her neck, he came.

Warmth spattered against her thighs. She wiped it away as soon as she could, as best she could, paranoia lancing through her briefly.

Whimpers still wrung out of him, even as he pulled away, and he wouldn't let go of her.

"That was so, so good, Ash, you were so good… Can you still be good? Do one more thing for me?" Barely conscious of what she was saying, only of her once-more swollen clit, she reached blindly for his hand.

"Anything. I'll do anything." He seemed to know what she wanted already, his hand sliding to her crotch. He pressed the heel of his hand to her clit, fingers teasing around her entrance. "Thank you," he moaned. "Thank you so much."

He held her tightly and let her grind against his hand until she had another orgasm, only slightly less consuming than the first.

"You're so, so pretty," he murmured against her neck, laying soft, gentle kisses.

Moments later, the rain started to fall in earnest. Misty braced herself for Ash to move.

Instead he pressed tightly against her, arms locked around her waist. "Do we have to go? I don't want to go yet. Please let me stay."

Her heart had melted. "I don't want to go either. You don't have to ask me anymore."

She could feel his impossibly broad smile on her skin. "Okay."

The rain falling on the deck, in the ocean, on them, felt and sounded magical. Time had stopped. Misty really felt like staying right where she was, with Ash, forever.

Things were feeling sleep-fuzzy when he said, so quietly by her ear that she had to strain, "If we do… anything like this again… I could be a— a g-g-good boy again." He took a breath. "I liked being good for you, Misty."

Now her heart had melted, it really, really had. "I liked it too. I'm… That makes me happy."

He giggled. "Oh, good. When you're happy, I'm happy."

I love you, she thought.

Except she thought it so fiercely that she also said it.

"I love you too," Ash said, uncertainty and wonder and elation all in his voice at once.

She squeezed his hand at her waist and willed her heart to stop hammering. What she blurted out scared her, but it exhilarated her too, and that feeling was taking over.

This, she decided, all of this, was as perfect as could be.