Tracey Sketchit was doing some independent research. As Ash was going on some naked adventures in the Orange Islands with Misty accompanying him, Tracey was somewhere else, sketching some Pokémon. Only the sounds of pencils or charcoals scratching on cartridge paper and a little involuntary grunt from Tracey concentrating hard was heard.

While Ash was leaning against a tree, Misty was nibbling her way inexorably towards his penis which was rising in tremulous anticipation. She even pinched his nipples while licking his midsection, his nipples were fully erect and lusciously edible, like two raspberry red fingers pointing at her firmly out of the ice-cream pink areolae. A happy smile of acknowledgement crossed their faces, and they winked conspiratorially, excited about what they were doing.

Misty positioned herself to press the hard warm flesh of his erect penis against her lower stomach. They kissed and one of her hands strayed between his legs while the other one reached down to feel the now damp fabric of her panties that got wet from her own slit. Then her hands reached for his buttocks and squeezed them for about five minutes before she asked, "Ash, can you sit on your butt?"

Ash said, "No problem."

After Ash sat down, Misty wrenched his legs apart, and inspected with satisfaction his erect penis only inches away from her face. It rose out of pale, smooth skin. Not a single hair marred the soft surface! She was amazed, "Wow, Ash. Did you shave?"

"Yes."

"You did a good job."

"Thanks."

She gently moved aside the stiff penis and pressed her face to the glans and planted a kiss, leaving the red print of her lipstick. Then she pulled out a small bottle of massage oil she brought with her, squirting it down his abdomen. Closing a hand tightly around his penis, the oil dribbled down, she scooped it up with her free hand and gently coated him. Slowly, she massaged his erection until it quivered and jumped in her hand.

Inexorably, she slid the foreskin down until it sprang over the ridge of his glans and then further down, exposing the tightly stretched band that joined it to the glossy dark red mushroom above, and the puffy raw flesh that swelled up between them. With only the thin film of oil separating the exquisite movement of her hand from the most sensitive part of his anatomy, Ash's eyes closed, and his body started to sag. Her other hand cupped his balls and gently started to knead them as he melted back into the tree. Just before the point where he was sure he was going to ejaculate, she hastily managed to pull away, confusing him, "Why no climax?"

"It's too early, I don't wanna drain your energy before the afternoon."

"I see."

When Ash rose, Misty marveled at how his starkly erect penis and his hairless groin with its shiny glans pulsed with desire and with a small tear of precum glistening on its tip. While fondling him with her left hand, her right reached back and her nails dug into his left butt cheek.

They froze when they heard the rustling of bushes and leaves, it sounded louder than usual, indicating that someone was passing by. The pulsing of his penis didn't stop as he reached down and his fingers pumped his penis, helping her. Excitement spread into her pubic mound, she became acutely aware of her swollen outer labia and started eagerly to part them.

Finally, Tracey approached them. Ash was the first to point that out, "Tracey, what a surprise."

Eyes widened from shock, Tracey stayed calm as he greeted back, "Same here, Ash. I see that you're not wearing any clothes. Did you get attacked by a wild creature or did you just leave your clothes behind on purpose?"

"The latter."

"Oh. Any reason for this? Not judging, just curious."

"It makes the ladies happy. Ask Misty, she'll vouch for me."

Misty smiled, "It's true."

Mr. Sketchit queried, "When did this happen?"

"Ash accidentally forgot to put some clothes on while rushing to Oak's lab, so he actually went naked in public, and it was an embarrassing situation for him., but all it took was some compliments for him to be unashamed of his hot bod. I'm sure yours is hot as well. Ash isn't afraid to show his stuff, you should try it."

"To be honest, I have considered it once."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I spend so much time observing nature that I briefly thought about being in a state of nature."

"Well, there a first time for everything, like actually going through your urge to get naked outside of your own house."

"Maybe I could give it a try."

"Please do. Unleash your inner naturalist."

His hands took each side of his red shorts, he yanked them unceremoniously down to his feet. He stepped out of them but ended up losing his footing since his shoes and socks got caught in his shorts. Tracey fell and landed on his butt, he took off his socks and shoes before untangling his shorts from his feet. Then off came the green shirt with no problem, then his boxers.

Removing everything from his legs, Tracey stood there, naked as Ash. Misty stood to kiss him. Her tongue tasted of champagne and as it chased his around his mouth, his penis glided up from hardening. With a bright smile, she gladly bent over and kissed the end of his penis, observing that Tracey's dick was as long as Ash and Brock's before explaining, "Well, I don't know about you, but I fancy more cock. Please stay as long as you can, you two are totally at my mercy."

Tracey looked his piles of drawings spread across the ground. Pencils and charcoal were not racing across paper because they were not in his hands and there no Pokémon to be seen, he said, "Anything you want, anything at all..."

"By the way, you wanna do some drawings of Ash and me? I'm sure that any work being produced by you would look amazing."

"Good idea. Let me get my art stuff."

Still naked and flushed with arousal, Tracey got a pencil and a sheet of paper, examined the naked male and clothed females before him, and marveled at the unbridled sexiness they were displaying. The current pose they made was Ash standing back against the tree while Misty gave him a handjob, delicately stroking his love tool. Over the next several minutes, nothing happened, the sound of scratching pencils and scraping charcoal floated around, but that was pretty much it. From his perspective, Misty was on the left and Ash was on the right as he leaned back against the tree.

It only took three minutes before Skecthit gloriously captured a charcoal sketch of her fingers deftly exploring between his legs to touch his aching erection. Ash liked it, and Misty was very entranced by an expertly rendered portrayal of his penis being tormented by her fingers. He even got drew part of the tree for a little extra detail. Tracey felt his groin's acknowledgement as the erotic art he just made got him excited. They all decided to take a quick break before another drawing would be made.

Smack. Ash felt a little slap on his behind, so he reached back to rub his bottom, asking with a grin, "Who did that?"

Misty giggled, "Duh. Me."

Then Misty kneeled back down in front of Ash, fixing her eyes fiercely on his penis, wrapping her mouth around it pushing down on it with her lips to engulf him. Warmth, pleasure, and an overwhelming feeling of contentment swamped his nervous system as his entire consciousness coalesced into that one small part of his body and floated in the gently eddying currents of saliva washed over it by her tongue. Meanwhile, Tracey was ready to create a second illustration.

He groaned as her tongue circled his glans and his shaft slowly disappeared into her mouth, then pushed forward as she started rhythmically moving her head up and down, his glans pushing against her cheek. Saliva dribbled onto his balls. Unable to endure another second of torment, Ash's penis suddenly spasmed after two minutes. Ash shuddered and ejaculated with a loud groan of exquisite relief. Misty was swamped with a warm gush of hot cum. She looked up at him with astonishment before she noisily started swallowing the thick and creamy liquid and lifted her head, drizzling saliva diluted cum warmly down his thigh.

Contentedly, she smiled at him, a thin string of saliva connecting him to her lips as she stood up and kissed him. Tracey showed them the pencil drawing of the blowjob that went on in front of him, they approved of the high quality by saying, "Excellent effort."

Tracey said, "I think I've done enough."

That made Misty ask, "Need to cum?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes."

"Right."

First, Misty teased Tracey's nipples with her tongue before moving slowly down his stomach and circling her belly button. He tensed and arched his back to lift his hips to her mouth as she lowered herself to the point where she sat on her knees with his cock in front of her face. Her tongue explored the pencil-like body part between his legs, teasing the delicately succulent member and saying, "I think of penises as a flesh pens. They look like writing utensils, plus you can't spell "penis" with "pen"."

Tracey emitted a combination of a moan and a laugh, "Funny."

Sloppily, she sucked tip of his dick against the exposed swollen nub as he moaned and gripped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair. She lapped at it as he desperately pulled her in harder and started to quiver. Her mouth began sliding back and forth with increasing urgency.

It wasn't long before Tracey's orgasm was imminent. When it came, he juddered, arched, spasmed uncontrollably, gave a shrill cry, and tightened his fists with her hair still in his hands as wave after wave of slowly diminishing aftershocks vibrated.

They lay exhausted on the ground along with Ash, who was just lying down and looking tired the whole time he saw Misty and Tracey doing it. Small movements, muffled giggling, and dreamy sighs indicated that the two had not yet succumbed to sleep, but they were close.

After what seemed like eternity and with Ash getting up before the others, he looked at the drawings and requested, "Hey, Tracey. Mind if I take one of these paintings home?"

"Sure, but why only one of them?"

"To let Misty have one too."

Misty giggled, "Aw, you're nice, Ash."

Ash took the handjob drawing, Misty wanted the blowjob one. They both told themselves as they looked at what pictures they had, "Tracey's a skilled sketcher. These are stunning."