Those of you who haven't seen Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Battle Dimensions, specifically the summer academy arc with a certain female character who may or may not be my all time favorite ship for Ash in the entire animated series, stop reading this, go watch, and come back.

Are you back? Good. Time for the C-boy version of my personal pokemon OTP! ^-^

Ash and Angie couldn't have had a more tsundere relationship if they'd tried to; which they may have actually done a few times. Even once they'd started showing their feelings for each other more directly and admitted how much they liked each other, they still clashed every other day. The clashing never seemed hostile, even if it did get intensely aggressive when it didn't need to.

Dawn and Brock theorized that they just needed to start fucking and get the tension out, but they knew that saying it to them would invoke hostility from both of them, so they decided to sit back and let it take it's course.

It took about two weeks for things to reach a particular boiling point. Dawn was right about most of Ash and Angie's frustrations stemming from a bit of sexual tension. In fact she wasn't even aware to what extent she was correct. Ash had stopped sleeping with Brock and Dawn for the time being, feeling like it would be cheating on Angie if he did.

As a result, Ash had no outlet except masturbation, and with his sleeping quarters being in such close proximity to several other people who he didn't nearly trust enough to keep his c-boy secret. So even masturbating was off the table. Angie at least could touch herself if to take the edge off.

All the tension came to a head when Angie went to her room and opened the door; her eyes widening in shock.

Synapses began misfiring in Angie's brain as she tried to process everything she was seeing. Ash was laying on her bed, naked save partially for his underwear which was pulled down and was around his left ankle. His legs were spread wide, unintentionally giving Angie a perfect view of his sopping wet pussy, which he was pumping four fingers into roughly with one hand while the other pressed a pair of Angie's panties against his face.

"What the fuck!?"

Ash froze, and all the color drained from his face when he saw Angie staring at him in shock. Ash had had the good sense to admit to being a c-boy to Angie when they started dating, but that hardly explained this situation away.

The awkward was tangible in the air as the two remained silent and motionless for two full moments before Ash spoke, "We're definitely done, aren't we?" Ash asked, hoping he was wrong in this assumption, but almost certain he wasn't.

Angie's mind had been working overtime from the moment she fully comprehended what she was seeing. She took another full minute to respond with shaking her head. This, for a moment, actually worried Ash more than if Angie had just dumped him on the spot; which he was sincerely shocked didn't happen.

Instead, Angie walked in and across the room to her dresser. Without a word to Ash she opened the bottom door and reached in under all the clothes. Ash's eyes widened when he saw what she pulled out.

Ash wasn't sure how he should feel about the strap-on Angie took out. On the one hand, it meant that Angie wasn't nearly as angry as she rightfully could be, and that she was at least partly frustrated like he was. On the other hand, it was easily bigger than any toy or even normal cock he'd ever taken, and Angie had an almost sadistic gleam in her eyes as she began removing her clothes.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad Ash. This is my fault as much as yours." Angie said, pulling her shirt off. She was practically flat, but Ash's nose still bled when he saw her exposed chest and bald pussy. Angie blushed when she saw it, then grinned, putting on her toy as Ash wiped it off his face.

"I've had this toy for awhile, but I've never gotten to use it on anyone." Angie said as she took out a bottle of lube to slick the shaft of the strap-on. "Let's face it, if we don't have a little fun, we might end up killing each other. So," Angie grinned again, "Pick a position."

Ash decided to stay on his back, wanting to see Angie's face for their first got on the bed and lined up the massive toy to Ash's slit. Ash gulped, and Angie smiled, leaning in and giving him a kiss, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Until we both get bored of it."

Angie pushed in slowly, only for Ash to wrap his legs around her waist and pull her in faster. "Bored now~" Ash moaned as the large toy stretched out his pussy. Angie grinned, gripping his hips and ramming the toy in hard to hilt it before pulling out to slam back in.

In retrospect, Angie asking Ash to pick a position may have been a bit redundant, as they went through every position they knew between the two of them that night at least twice. By the time the sun had risen, Angie had claimed ownership of all of Ash's holes repeatedly, and both of them felt more exhausted, and more importantly, satisfied, than they had in a long time.

In the days that followed, unlike Dawn's prediction, Ash and Angie actually slashed more often as opposed to less. Now, however, there was no aggression behind it. They treated it like a playful game or inside joke they shared; once even getting worked up from am argument to the point that they had to stop the actual argument to fuck in the nearest bathroom.

Dawn and Brock figured it wasn't a problem. They weren't angry, and they were actually enjoying themselves. They weren't hurting each other. Well, that might not be accurate. Ash walked with a limp almost every other day, and Angie did on the days Ash didn't. Regardless, they always had blissful smiles on their face afterwards.