Ash's Adventure: Girls' Hunter Edition!

by SedaCassie

In a world where PokeGirls are caught alongside Pokemon, and where collecting harems is just sort of the thing to do, young Ash Ketchum begins his journey in...complicated fashion. Now faced with new challenges and triumphs, he adventures forth to finally prove his worth, making many new friends along the way. Many, many lovely friends. Look, it's a PokeGirl harem story.

6. Misty and May, the PokeGirl Duo!

Misty and May, the PokeGirl Duo!

Ash Ketchum was at a crossroads in his life, both literally and metaphorically.

He sat on a log where the path split four ways. Taking it back the way he came would return him to Viridian City, and that path was definitely out. Going south would take him home to Pallet Town, and he most certainly wasn't going back there. Heading west would lead him to the Indigo League, up through Victory Road, and up into the Indigo League Stadium, the ultimate goal of any Pokemon trainer, and while it was his deepest, most fervent desire to one day walk that path, he knew it would be a long time before he was ready.

That left the path to the north, which headed right into the Viridian Forest, and from there to Pewter City, the path any Pokemon trainer from Pallet Town ought to take.

If only the other crossroads was so easy to navigate.

He held two human balls in his hands. The one with the four scratches across the top held the redheaded trainer that had saved his life at nearly the cost of her own. The other held her PokeGirl, the one who had fought so bravely beside him, had taken so much damage to protect Nurse Joy, who was just as much a hero as the first girl.

At first Ash was simply going to bring them both out, introduce himself properly, and explain the situation, but now that it came down to it, he found himself beset by an attack of nerves. There was every likelihood that the redheaded girl would hate him for getting her injured and capturing her, and the PokeGirl would also probably be really angry about him capturing her trainer. He had no idea of the circumstances that had led to her being caught, but seeing how she could literally kick balls of flame at his face, it was clear that he was going to have to tread lightly. And if he brought them both out, the redhead could very well just order the PokeGirl to scorch Ash to, well, ash for the insult of having captured her.

So he was going to have to do it one at a time. But even that scared him.

He raised each ball in turn, testing their weight. "Okay, so she is the most likely to be mad at me," he said, looking at the gouged one. Then he looked over to the other. "But she can set me on fire. But she also actually likes me a little." He turned back to the first. "While she probably doesn't. But then, she was only caught in the first place because of me, so it's only right that she should come out first. Besides, the other is still hurt, and she can't feel pain inside of her human ball, so bringing her out would just be cruel."

Ash breathed out. "Okay. First one it is then."

He shrank down the PokeGirl's human ball, carefully put it in his jacket pocket, and held onto the gouged human ball with both hands. Now that he had committed, it somehow felt much heavier than it had before.

"Right," he said. "Let's do this."

…

Though the boy had not gone far, by the time Misty caught up to him it was already too late.

She burst into the field just in time to see him blindly flee from the attacking Spearows right over a steep slope. She tried to called out to warn him, but a crack of thunder swallowed up her voice. Seconds later his foot slipped and he was gone.

Misty's heart leapt into her throat. The Spearow flock circled over the ledge like Mandibuzz, ready to swoop down and pick him clean. If he wasn't dead already then he would be once they got through with him.

Though she already knew that it was probably already too late, Misty raced over to the ledge, where the Spearow flock was hovering, two pokeballs already in hand. "Staryu! Starmie!" she cried. "I choose-"

"You!" Misty thrust both hands into the air, sending her Pokemon forward into battle.

Nothing happened. Misty's hands were empty, the pokeballs she had been holding now gone.

Misty blinked. Then she brought her hands down and stared at her palms. "Huh?" she said, turning her hands over. Then she patted her belt, and then her pockets. No pokeballs. "Wait, what?"

It was then that she noticed that not only had nothing happened, but the things that had already been happening also ceased to happen. The storm had simply…stopped, vanished as if it had never been. Overhead, there were no Spearows to be found at all.

Also, it was now night, when previously it had been day. Furthermore, she was no longer out in a storm-ravaged field, but in a rather peaceful forest.

Something had happened, something big. She had been moved, time had passed, and she remembered nothing. But what was it, what was…

Then her eyes fell upon the boy standing nearby.

It was him, the same one that had ran her over, the same one she had been trying to save, standing there cleaned up and not lying in a broken heap at the bottom of a hill.

Still, at least he was alive, standing there safe and sound, smiling sheepishly as if he had been caught going through her underwear. "Uh, hello!" he said with a wave and a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, it's you," Misty said. "Er, hi?"

"Yup, it's me!" the boy said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "Uh, thanks for helping me back there, you really saved my neck!"

"Don't…mention it?" Misty frowned. Well, at least her rescue had been a success, but she really wished that she could remember it. "Um, okay. What's going on? Because I could have sworn we were in a field, but now we're at the Viridian Junction."

"Yeah, well, you see-"

"Also, it was daytime and raining, but now it's nighttime and clear," Misty pointed out. "And you were really messed up and lying at the bottom of a hill, but now you're…"

She looked the boy over, from down at his shoelaces all the way up to his spiky black hair and red cap. Come to think of it, a few things were different. Since she had last seen him, the boy had also had time to clean himself up and get treated for his injuries. Someone had bandaged him up, and quite a lot at that. Also, he had come into possession of a backpack.

The boy cringed under her gaze, but didn't try to stop her. Oh yeah, he knew something.

"Well," Misty said after a moment of contemplation. "Something happened. What was it?"

"Er, yeah, about that." The boy coughed. "See, right when you showed up, you might've, sort've, kind've got hit by lightning."

Misty blinked. "I…got hit by lightning?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Uh, well."

Had she really? It was disturbing to consider, but now that he mentioned it, it did make a certain amount of sense. Those lightning strikes had been really close, and she had been out in the open, the tallest thing in that field.

Well, if true, then that explained the memory loss. But why did she now feel fine? And why was she waking up on her feet with the boy instead of in a hospital bed?

"Right!" the boy continued. "And you were in really bad shape, and I had to get you to safety. But I didn't know how long you had, and we were so far from anyone that could help, so-"

Misty inhaled sharply. "Wait, I was dying?"

The boy looked down at his shoes. "Er, yeah," he said, nudging a rock with his toe. "You were."

Misty covered her mouth. Dying? She had been…dying? But that wasn't fair! She had been trying to save someone else, a complete stranger who had only been in danger because of his own idiocy! And that had nearly gotten her killed by lightning? What kind of karmic reward was that?

But if that also was true, then why was she okay? The two of them had been in the middle of nowhere, stuck during a massive storm! How had she survived? How had either of them survived?

"B-But anyway, I couldn't just let you die!" the boy continued, his voice now rising in pitch. "I mean, of course I couldn't! You had saved me, after all! But…" He winced. "Okay, please, please, please promise me that you won't be angry!"

Misty's eyes narrowed. Every time someone told her not to be angry, it was usually because they had done something that she ought to be angry about. "Angry about what?"

"I…" The boy inhaled through his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "kind of caught you."

His voice had been barely above a whisper, but Misty had still understood him, and what he said did quite the opposite of not making her angry. "What," she said in a low, dangerous tone.

"I…I kind of-"

"You caught me?"

Misty seized the boy by the lapels of his jacket and shoved her face into his. "Are you serious?" she said. "You caught me? I'm a PokeGirl now? Why, you little-"

"I had to!" he wailed. "You were dying!"

"Oh, really?" Misty snorted. "That's real likely! Why, I bet you say that to every girl you steal their freedom from!"

"I swear, I didn't want to, but I didn't know what else to do!"

"I was trying to save your life, you sleazy jackass! And so you tried to control mine?"

Misty gave him a hard shove. His legs hit the back of a log, and he lost his balance and tumbled back into the underbrush on the other side.

Hopping over the log, Misty stomped over to the boy's side and glowered down at him. And, as he tried to rise up, she lifted one leg and brought her sneaker down roughly onto his chest, pinning him to the ground.

"What's the matter with you!" she bellowed. "Admit it, you just wanted some little girl to play with, and all the girls at your school won't…"

Her voice trailed off. The boy wasn't staring up at her in fear and chagrin, nor was he trying to escape her wrath.

Instead, he was crying. And not just little sniffles, but full-on bawling, the ugly sort of crying one only did when they were completely miserable and didn't care who saw it.

"I'm s-s-sorry!" he got out between sobs. "But I d-didn't know w-what else to do! And you were so brave and strong and beautiful, and y-y-you only got hurt because of me, and oh Arceus, I'm so sorry!"

As Misty stared down at the sobbing boy, she was struck with a very strange realization, one that she wasn't sure how to react to.

The boy was telling the truth.

She knew liars when she heard them. She knew smooth-talkers, she knew manipulators, and she definitely knew perverts. Heck, she kind of was one, and like recognized like. Being the youngest Gym Leader in all of Kanto with three older, more beautiful, and more deliberately alluring sisters meant that she had dealt with all kinds coming through her gym.

But she also knew honesty when she saw it. And as pathetic as the boy might seem at the moment, she wasn't getting a whiff of bullshit off of him.

"You're really being straight with me," Misty said. "You're telling the truth."

Though the boy was now covering his face as he cried, he still managed a nod.

"Oh."

Misty hesitated, and then removed her foot. She started to reach down to help him up, but then paused, unsure of what to do, because even if the boy was telling the truth, and she was now almost certain that he was, he had still taken her freedom away. She was, for all intents and purposes, now he his slave, and that took some adjusting to.

But it was clear that he hadn't wanted to, that he had only done so because he felt that he had no other choice. Misty could read that much.

Sighing, Misty extended her hand the rest of the way. The boy's sobbing had started to ebb off a little, though the tears were still flowing. Still, when he saw her hand reaching for his, he froze, and then looked up at her, his big, wet eyes almost pleading.

Misty nodded at him.

The boy hesitated, and then took her hand.

Misty silently helped him up. He brushed his jacket off and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Misty wondered if she ought to say something but realized that she had no idea what to say, so she said nothing, and neither did he. They just looked at each other.

Then Misty sighed and sat down on the log, one arm laid across her legs while she buried her face in the opposite hand. A lot of changes were being thrown at her, and she didn't know how to even begin to process them.

After a moment the boy sat down next to her. Misty let him.

"Um…" The boy coughed. "I-I'm Ash, by the way."

Misty didn't react at first, save for a sidelong glance. For his part, the boy didn't say anything beyond that. He just waited.

Then with a sigh, Misty let her hand drop and looked up at the moon where it peeked down from between the leaves. "Misty," she said at last. "My name's Misty."

"Misty? Th-That's a really pretty name!"

Was he trying to be slick with her, or was he genuinely this earnest? Honestly, Misty strongly suspected that it was the second, as strange as that sounded. And to be fair, it really was kind of refreshing.

She slowly breathed out. "Well, I guess I should thank you then."

"What? Oh, n-no! No, you don't! I mean, it's my fault that-"

"No, I'm serious," Misty said. "I mean, let's be honest, I probably would've gotten hit with lightning anyway. And even if I didn't, that was…still some pretty quick thinking." She turned her face towards him, and managed a small smile. "So, thank you. And, uh, sorry about yelling at you and pushing you down."

Even in the pale moonlight, the blush on Ash's face was plain to see. He swallowed noisily and averted his gaze.

Misty tilted her head. Wow, he got flustered pretty easily. It was like he was the exact opposite of Gary Oak.

It was sort of strange. Misty had always figured that sooner or later, someone would capture her. She had never looked forward to that day though. Just seeing how many of the trainers treated their PokeGirls made the idea very unappealing. Others seemed to be of the decent sort, but that wasn't enough for her to actually want it, especially since even the nice ones still tended to treat their PokeGirls like personal concubines.

But now it had happened, and way, way earlier than she had expected. And it had been done by…this kid. This nervous, blushing, easily flustered kid, who didn't look like he had ever even considered touching a girl in his life. It…felt weird.

And yet he had still drawn all the Spearows away from her without hesitation, despite knowing that it might cost him his life. He had thought quick to save her life, despite obviously being very injured at the time. And he had brought her out and apologized for it, when he could have just made her strip down and start servicing him.

It was very different from what she had expected, and she still had no idea what to think about it.

The two children sat side-by-side, neither speaking, one of them an experienced, well-traveled, and prestigious Pokemon trainer, who had been training monsters from the depths since she had been seven and now at age ten ran her own gym, and yet now belonged solely to the scared, hurt, and timid boy sitting next to her, a rookie trainer who seemed to have a perchance for stumbling into danger and kicking it up regardless even when it was nowhere to be found.

Then Misty finally sighed. "Okay," she said. "Tell me everything that happened."

Ash swallowed. "W-Well, it all started this morning…actually, it started last night, when I accidentally threw my alarm clock against the wall!"

…

Interlude 1

At that moment, Nurse Joy had problems of her own.

She sat alone in utter darkness on a simple wooden chair. There was a blindfold around her eyes, though it didn't accomplish much, as the room she was in was also completely dark. Her arms were twisted around behind her and bound to the back of the chair, inserted into gloves that were little more than fingerless black tubes with rounded ends that covered her entire forearm, which in turn were shackled to the chair. Her legs are likewise bound, stuck into similar tubes, these with flattened bottoms, that were strapped to each of the chair's front legs, forcing her legs open.

The room was cold, deliberately kept a few degrees below what people would consider comfortable. Under normal circumstances that would rank rather low on her list of concerns, but her nakedness has made it much more pressing than it would have been otherwise. When she had been brought to the Viridian City Police Station (and what a farce that place was!), she was not taken through the front door like she ought to have been, but instead driven around to the back, where large metal doors sat waiting to receive bulk cargo. One of them had slid open just enough to admit Jenny's car, and it closed shut as soon as she was inside, leaving her in darkness.

Then, as she had sat there waiting and wondering what cruel fate awaited her, the lights had turned on, and the car had been surrounded by members of Team Rocket.

Nurse Joy tried not to think of what happened next, how they had torn open the car door and dragged her out. How they had lifted her up by her arms and legs and carried her kicking and screaming to this cold, bare room. How they had then stripped her of everything, tearing off her work uniform, her underwear, even her hair-pins. How they had then forced the gauntlets and boots onto her feet and arms, how they had wrestled her into the chair, how they had twisted her arms to the back and yanked her legs apart.

She had thought that they were going to rape her then, but instead they had merely snapped the shackles in place and then tied the ropes around her, finishing with tying the mask into place and shoving the blindfold down over her eyes.

And then they had left her: alone, naked, and afraid. The cold raised goosebumps all over her bare skin, and the ropes pressing into the tops and bottoms of her breasts were starting to burn.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

When the Rocket Grunts had finished stripping her, one had jabbed an injector into her shoulder and pressed the trigger. That was the scariest part. What had they injected into her? Some kind of slow-acting poison? Something to make her feel the pain ever more so? A mind-control drug?

As it turns out, it was none of those things, and as she sat in perfect discomfort, trapped naked and helpless in the dark and in the cold, she slowly became aware of another sensation, one that had taken root in her core and is was spreading its tendrils through her body.

At first Nurse Joy tried to ignore it. It's nothing, she told herself. Just her body's natural response to her situation. The Rocket Grunts had handled her roughly, and now she was tied up and naked. She had experimented with bondage play a little bit back in college, not enough to make it a habit, but just enough for her body to recognize it as an erotic activity. That's all it was.

But then her crotch started to tingle, and the restlessness in her thigh caused the muscles to contract. To her horror, she realized exactly what was done to her.

The injection had been an aphrodisiac. Nurse Joy had heard tales of how Team Rocket would inject their prisoners and leave them restrained and alone, letting them stew in their own arousal, unable to satisfy themselves, until they would be driven half-mad by their own lust and willing to say and do anything just to be allowed to cum.

And now it was happening to her.

The hungry lust was spreading, dampening out the cold and discomfort, taking over every bit of her. Her nipples were already stiffening from the cold, but now they were as hard as rocks, yearning to be taken into someone's mouth. She could feel her pussy lips quiver as wet arousal beads on the surface of her labia.

To distract herself, she tried to focus on everything else she feel. She was afraid; of course she was afraid. She had been caught by Team Rocket, and despite their public reputation as barely competent goofs, she knew better, not enough to know of their control over her own city, but she had heard of what happens to the PokeGirls that came into their grasp. And though they had yet to officially "catch" her, it was only a matter of time before she too was to be stuffed inside a human ball and sold off on the black market to some petty crime boss looking for a Nurse Joy to add to his or her harem.

(it wasn't working. If anything, the thought of her future was only making things worse)

Nurse Joy changed tactics. She focused her mind to her worry for Ash Ketchum and his…companions. She hoped that he had gotten away, that he and the other two children had evaded capture and were now on their own. She hoped that he did start his Pokemon journey, safe and free of fear. She hoped that the Cerulean City Gym Leader and her PokeGirl were with them, that they all became friends and traveling companions, and that they did manage to safely hand over the Rocket Grunt that he had captured over to the real authorities.

(that only brought to mind the fire-type PokeGirl and her slender, nubile body, twisting and writhing as she fought with all the grace of a trained gymnast, which also was not helping)

Fine then. Nurse Joy had one last recourse left. She turned her thoughts to her righteous anger, not just at her current situation, but at what had caused it. Viridian City, even her own PokeCenter, controlled by Team Rocket this whole time. Her paycheck probably came from them. Her taxes had gone into their pocket. And she wasn't even caught by them, but instead had been handed over by someone she had liked and looked up to, but had turned out to be just another corrupt pawn.

Finally it worked, and her justified indignation was enough to take her mind off of the chemically-induced horniness that was seeping through every vein, at least a little, and as much as her body cried out to be touched and her sex begged for sweet release, she desired to have her fingers close around someone's throat even more: the Rocket Grunts, Officer Jenny, it didn't matter.

But as she sat there, staving off aching need with nearly violent rage, she heard something. The door to the room was creaking open.

"Well now," purred a voice that reminded Nurse Joy of syrup infused with venom. "I think she's ready."

The light clicked on, and though Nurse Joy could only see a faint haze through the blindfold, it hurt her dilated pupils nonetheless, making her flinch back.

There then came the sound of hard heels clacking against the concrete floor. A woman was coming, and to Nurse Joy's shame that only caused her lust to flare up all the more.

A gloved hand with feminine fingers and a hard, unforgiving touch seized the blindfold and tore it off. Even that brief contact made her flesh cry out for more, while the sudden onslaught of light caused her to squeeze her eyes shut.

"Come on," said the woman. "Look at me now."

Nurse Joy blinked her eyes several times, letting her eyes become accustomed to the light. And when the white haze had collected into shapes and color, she was able to take in the sight of her captor.

It was a woman, one who was as handsome as she was terrifying. She seemed to be in her late thirties, but was in exceptionally good shape, something that her skintight white outfit did nothing to hide. Her upper arms are bare, and yellow and purple highlights were visible at her ankles and shoulders. She wore white-and-gold gloves that extended partway up her bicep, heavy gold hoops around her wrists, and her suit was unzipped just enough to expose the yellow bodysuit she wears under it. Her dark hair was done up in an elaborate bun set with a steel hairpin that left hair rings trailing over her left eye, and her lips were purple.

The way she is looking at Nurse Joy told her that this was someone used to being in control, and fully relished abusing that position whenever and however she saw fit. But more concerning was the large red R on her hip, which told her that this was another member of Team Rocket, and her unique outfit denoted her as someone of high importance, probably one of their Executives. That was bad. The Grunts were bad enough, but the Executives were renowned for their ruthlessness and cruelty.

In the Rocket Executive's hand was a slender violet cord, which trailed to a collar of the same color that was bound around the neck of another woman.

It was a PokeGirl, if her collar and nakedness weren't enough indication. She was young though, not as young as the fire-type from the PokeCenter, but still young, probably no older than sixteen. She had long violet hair tied back in a ponytail and striking eyes of the same color. And she was bound, much in the same way Nurse Joy was, in the same way the other PokeGirl had been, with her arms restrained behind her back, while ropes crisscrossed above, below, and between her modest breasts, thrusting them out. Her nipples were colored the same shade of violet as her hair and eyes, and were each pierced with a small silver hoop, with another hoop piercing the little nub of her clitoris. A violet facemask covered the entire lower part of her face.

If the sound of the Rocket Executive's voice was enough to send her insides squirming, then the sight of those two together just about drove Nurse Joy to madness with desire. She longed to have them touch her, to dominate the girl while being dominated by the woman in turn, to feel the girl squirming and submissive beneath her while the woman takes them both. The desire was so strong that she nearly forgot that she was supposed to be angry, and she whimpered through her mask.

The Rocket Executive smiled down at her. She leaned over, bending her body forward so that the two of them were eye-to-eye, mere centimeters apart. "Hello, Alexa," she said. "Comfy?"

And with that, the sharp focus of Nurse Joy's rage returned. The only ones permitted to call her by her first name was her family: her mother, her sisters, and her cousins. To all others she was Nurse Joy, from a family that she was proud of and a title she had worked hard to obtain.

"We really have to stop meeting like this," the Rocket Executive said, her voice cloyingly sweet, as if she was speaking to a puppy. She reached up to gently run the back of her fingers along Nurse Joy's cheek. "You are a good Nurse Joy, and none of this is your fault." Her hand trailed down, moving down her neck and shoulders to come to rest on the swell of her breast, and despite her indignation Nurse Joy could not help but tremble with pleasure. "You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Such bad luck." The Rocket Executive gave Nurse Joy's breast a quick squeeze, nearly causing her mind to white out from delight, and then backed away, hips swaying provocatively, that sensually cruel smile never wavering.

"And the sad thing is that this is really our fault," the Rocket Executive continued. "Honestly, the idiots we have working for us really do astound me sometimes. It seems that I spend more time cleaning up their messes than I do furthering the cause." She laid a hand on the back of the PokeGirl's neck, making the poor girl stiffen in fear. "Ah, but what can one do?" she said as she slowly stroked the girl's neck and shoulders. "It's just how it is sometimes."

Nurse Joy breathed in and out, pushing the burning need to be touched back down, and focused on her rage and hatred for the woman standing before her. If she could have spat in her face she would have, no matter the consequences.

The Rocket Executive ran her hand up and down the PokeGirl's side, stroking her torso and thigh, which were trembling under her touch. "I know what you must be thinking, that you are doomed to be turned into a PokeGirl and sold to some disgusting baron and forced to satisfy his lusts." She reached over and gripped the PokeGirl's breast and squeezed hard, the pierced nipple pressed between two fingers. "And under normal circumstances you would be correct. But fortunately for you that would just be a waste. Bringing in another member of your illustrious family to take your place would just invite questions that we'd rather not answer, and anyone who knew you would be able to figure out that you had been replaced fairly easily. Honestly, the practical thing to do would be to just let you go return to your life."

What? That made no sense. If they were just going to let her go, then why bother kidnapping her? Why interrogate her like this?

"After, of course, you reveal everything you know about those children that were with you."

Oh. Well, there was that.

Nurse Joy glowered at her, hoping that the malice in her eyes was more evident than the flush in her cheeks. She shook her head.

"Yes, yes, a sign of defiance, a refusal to give in," the Rocket Executive sighed. "I know. It's the same thing every time, but it is nice to know that her spirit remains, no matter how many times we end up here."

What? How many times? Had they met before?

"But don't worry. I know I must offend you, so you don't have to tell me anything." Then the Rocket Executive's hand released the PokeGirl's breast to move back and rise up to the back of the girl's head. "You're going to tell her."

Then her hand moved up beneath the PokeGirl's ponytail, the fingers squeezed, something clicked, and the facemask fell away, revealing a pair of lips colored with lavender lipstick. She started panting with deep, shuddering breaths, her bust rising and falling with each one.

The Rocket Executive leaned in to whisper into the PokeGirl's ear. "Now, go and do her job and make Mommy proud." She patted the PokeGirl's ass. "There's a good girl."

The PokeGirl shivered, but nodded. Licking her lips, she approached her chair, and as she did she began to glow with a writhing violet aura, denoting her as a psychic-type.

Nurse Joy tensed up in anticipation as the PokeGirl drew near. She tried not to let her fear show, but she was certain that her eyes were betraying her, just as her flushed cheeks and seeping cunt were betraying how deeply aroused she are.

The PokeGirl stood over Nurse Joy, staring down at her, though to her slight surprise it's not in malice or even desire, but in shame, even a little regret. Nurse Joy returned her gaze, trying to appear defiant, but she was struck by how much she find herself pitying the girl. Despite what she was about to do, she was not her enemy. Her owner is.

Then the girl climbed into Nurse Joy's lap, facing her with her ass resting on her thighs and her legs straddling her on either side. She leaned in, her bound breasts pressing into Nurse Joy's own.

All pretense of fighting off the aphrodisiac's effects withered and died as her loins suddenly flared up. Though the positioning of her bodies prevents full contact, she could still feel the edge of the girl's pussy brush against her own, both of them now dripping with arousal, their juices mixing together between her thighs.

The PokeGirl rested her chin on Nurse Joy's shoulder. Nurse Joy tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. The PokeGirl tilted her face toward her ear and whispered in a low, trembling tone, "I'm sorry."

Then she ran her tongue up her neck and over her cheek. Nurse Joy squeezed her eyes shut, but nothing could shut out the warm wetness running over her face.

Suddenly the PokeGirl lunged in, seizing the top of Nurse Joy's gag with her teeth and yanking it down. Before she could react, the PokeGirl was already pressing her mouth into hers, forcing a deep kiss.

And…oh…

It was better than Nurse Joy could have imagined: the feel of the girl's lips on her own, the taste of her tongue as it squirmed its way into her mouth. Her fear was forgotten, her anger no longer important. The only thing that mattered is satisfying her aching need, of taking her pleasure from the girl and finding release.

She responded, pushing into the kiss, slipping her tongue into the girl's mouth as well. Her hips started to move, rotating around as she tried to thrust her sex into hers, only to feel frustration when the angle was against her.

The PokeGirl pushed deeper into her, and then she began to feel hands moving all over her body, groping at her breasts, at her waist, at her thighs and ass. But how? The girl's arms were bound, the same as hers.

Gasping, she broke from her just long enough to look down between her bodies as they writhed against each other. There was nothing there: no hands, no fingers, no nothing.

But Nurse Joy could still feel them, feel those intrusive fingers as they kneaded her flesh, caressing and pinching and squeezing.

The PokeGirl again closed her mouth over hers again, and she no longer cared.

The two of them hungrily pushed into one another, attacking each other's mouths as their hips moved in sync. Nurse Joy tried to assert herself against her, but the girl had all the leverage, and thrusted her tongue deeper into Nurse Joy's mouth. Nurse Joy mewled helplessly as it danced around her tongue, entwining it.

And then Nurse Joy felt it, what she wanted to feel this whole time. Fingers closed in around her quivering pussy and gripped it hard. They sank into the fleshy folds of the lips, separating them while another finger ran up and down her labia.

Please, she silently begged. Enter me. Give me release. I need it.

And it did, thrusting itself deep inside Nurse Joy just as the PokeGirl was thrusting her tongue into her mouth. She moaned with gratitude as pleasure rocked her body, making her hips buck. The finger slid in and out, moving faster and faster.

And then, just when it felt like she are about to burst, that her mind was about to dissolve into foam upon a sea of delight, something else thrusted into her as well.

Fingers descended upon her mind, fingers that groped and pawed at her memory just as they had her body. Terrified, she tried to resist, but her mind was now as much a plaything as her body was, her memory as naked as she was, and the phantom fingers were digging in deeper and deeper, grabbing at what they wish and pulling it out.

Now Nurse Joy could feel the orgasm rising within her, that simmering flame that now threatened to erupt into an inferno. So close to completion, she forgot the assault on her mind and tried to grind her pussy on anything she can: the fingers, the PokeGirl, whatever might bring her release. It continued to grow and grow, until it finally flared up, bucking her hips and causing her to cry out in ecstasy, her back arching and her mind completely dissolving into a wave of pleasure, and then-

FLASH

"HELP!" the boy screams as he rushes in through the door. "Please, you have to help her!"

You are immediately on your feet, shocked at the boy's tattered state. There's blood seeping down his face and arms, and his clothes are torn to shreds, like he had been-

FLASH

The computer finishes detailing the data on the PokeGirl inside the human ball. A wire-frame representation of her appears on the screen.

"Hmmm, human female," you say. "Obviously. Age…"

Wait. You glance from the readout to the image. She was how old?

FLASH

It takes some work to get the boy's jacket off, and he can't help but wince as it slides over his ravaged arms. It's a wonder he had made it this far in his condition. No doubt the terror and adrenaline had shielded him from the worst of the pain.

"Okay, now lift up your hands," you say as you carefully lay the battered and muddied jacket aside.

"Uh, do I have to? Because that's going to hurt a lot."

"Well, I can cut the shirt off you, but-"

The boy hastily obeys, though it's obviously a painful process, and when you see the latticework of cuts you understand why.

"Hmmm, looks you you've had a day," you say as you get to work cleaning his wounds.

"Um, y-yeah."

As you work, you still cannot help but admire the boy's physique. Despite not having lost all of his baby fat, he still apparently kept himself in good shape, making him rather easy on the eyes. The truth was, you did always enjoy having the child trainers pass through your PokeCenter than the swaggering adults and their overly sexualized PokeGirls. Their innocence and enthusiasm was infectious, and she did have to admit that they were more enjoyable to look at…

You shake your head. No, this was not the time for such thoughts.

"You know, most people who suffer Pokemon injuries at least have the good sense to only tick off one at a time," you say, if for not other reason to bring your mind back to the task at hand. "Not an entire Spearow flock."

"It was an-Ow!-an accident."

"I would hope so." You work in silence for a bit, and then ask, "By the way, this is going to be awkward to fill out in my reports without at least knowing who you are. Do you have a name?"

"Er, yeah. It's Ash. Ash Ketchum."

FLASH

"This is a human ball," you say. "Did you mix it in with the others?"

"Uh, no," Ash replies as he struggles to slip on the backpack you had given him. "Those were all hers."

"Hmmm." That was very strange. Now, why would a ten year old girl be doing with a PokeGirl of her own?

You consult your SilphScreen, which was still sifting through data, trying to pin down the girl's identity. It was getting close, having already identified her hometown as being Cerulean City. A few moments later and the name MISTY popped up, followed by-

Wait.

Seriously? She was the infamous child Gym Leader of Cerulean City?

"Oh my," you say.

FLASH

"Uh, whatever Pokemon these are, I choose you!"

Ash hurls two of young Misty's pokeballs out. However, as they leave his hand, your heart leaps into your throat. One of the pokeballs is noticeably pink on one half instead of red.

The human ball. He threw the girl's human ball.

As you stare in nervous anticipation of what might call out, you hear Ash cry out in dismay.

"Really?" he says. "A Goldeen?"

While it was true that ending up with a Goldeen would be cause for alarm, your focus is on the other creature materializing right in front of them.

It's a child, another little girl, in her very early teens at most. She is an athletic-looking brunette wearing a red bandanna, sneakers, and…not much else. Her arms are bound behind her by what was clearly bondage rope, and a ball gag is in her mouth, something that was very common with PokeGirls but really disturbing on a kid.

Ash is still distracted by recalling the Goldeen, so you grab him and hiss out, "Ash!"

"Huh?" Then he sees, and he stares, and so does Team Rocket.

"Wha?" says the Meowth. "Anudder PokeGirl? Kid, you jus' snatchin' up yer entire fourth grade class or somethin'?"

It's right to be disturbed, and the fact that this PokeGirl belongs to another minor only further complicates the situation. Good Heavens, what have you stumbled into?

"Oh, this raises so many unpleasant questions," you sigh. But, though you would never say it out loud, the girl did look so much better than the many, many other, more mature PokeGirls you had seen.

FLASH

"Ow!" the Rocket Grunt cries as the human ball hits her in the head. She drops her tire iron and recoils.

A moment later her essence is sucked up into the human ball, which drops to the floor.

As you and Ash both stare, the human ball rocks back and forth as the trapped woman struggles to escape. You ready yourself in case that happens, as she is likely to be even more enraged and dangerous than-

She doesn't. The human ball locks, and her life is transformed.

Well. At this point you aren't even surprised. After the day you've had and the things you've seen, this might as well happen as well.

"Well, you're…making quite the collection," you remark.

"I didn't mean…" Ash's voice just trails off.

"I never said that you did, just…" You shake your head. "Oh well. We'll just hand her over to the police."

FLASH

And then it was over. Nurse Joy felt her senses return, her mind reforming, her memory sealing itself back up. The phantom fingers retreated from both her mind and her body, and it was just her, slumped back into the chair, panting with exertion, her skin slick with sweat and tingling, with the weight of the PokeGirl lying across her as she whimpered softly into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," the girl whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-"

Then a cruel hand seized the girl by her ponytail and yanked back, arching her body against Nurse Joy's. "Well now, my dear?" said the Rocket Executive. "What did you learn?"

The PokeGirl gasped, and then stammered out, "Ash K-Ketchum. The boy's n-name is Ash Ketchum."

"Very good. What else?"

The girl swallowed. "The first PokeGirl is the Cer-Cerulean City Gym Leader. He c-c-caught her because she was injured, and h-h-he didn't know how else to save her."

"Ah, how valiant. What else?"

"The other PokeGirl's ident-t-t-ty is unknown. She belong to the Gym Leader. He has Rock-ck-cket Grunt Jessie. He caught her on ac-c-ccident."

"Well, that reflects poorly on her. What else? Where are they?"

"I don't know," the girl whispered. "She doesn't know. I couldn't find out."

"Shame. Now get up."

The PokeGirl slowly rose up off of Nurse Joy. She was still weak, and her leg buckled. The Rocket Executive took no notice.

"I'd say that this song and dance was getting old," she said as she ran a finger up Nurse Joy's sopping wet pussy. She then lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the fingers. "But I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy dealing with your little…transgressions."

Wait. What?

Then the Rocket Executive cupped the PokeGirl's face and drew it to her own. "You did wonderful, sweetie," she purred. "You made Mommy happy."

The PokeGirl shuddered, but did not resist as the Rocket Executive's mouth closed over hers.

And as Nurse Joy watched them, two shocking realizations broke through the fog of arousal and shame covering her mind.

First, she realized that what the Rocket Executive was saying is true. This wasn't the first time she had been in this situation. She probably had been there several times before after seeing something that she shouldn't have seen, something that the true rulers of the city would rather that she didn't know. And each time that which she had learned was extracted from her, and all memory of both it and her time there had been be taken away.

The second is that the psychic PokeGirl was more than a tool for the Rocket Executive. Now that Nurse Joy was looking at the two of them, seeing the shapes of their faces and their eyes, she realized that the girl was the Rocket Executive's daughter.

The Rocket Executive stopped making out with her daughter to look at Nurse Joy in a leering manner. "Magnificent, isn't she?" she said, running her fingers across the girl's jawline. "Of course psychic types always are in high demand, but what we've been able to create far exceeds any natural abilities they gain from getting caught. It's amazing what one can accomplish with a little scientific know-how and the, shall we say, superb genetic material we had to work with." She patted her child's butt. "Now, go on, my sweet. Finish the job."

The PokeGirl nodded, and then started again to advance, her aura returning. Nurse Joy slumped down, already so worn down from her ordeal that she couldn't even muster a show of defiance.

Over by the door, the Rocket Executive was already turning away from them, lifting a phone to her ear. "This is Sierra. We're all done here. I have the names."

"Don't worry," the PokeGirl told Nurse Joy. "This won't take long."

As drained as Nurse Joy was, she was only able to shoot her a sullen glare, but in doing so, the two of them lock eyes, and suddenly she felt herself freeze, both in body and in spirit, her muscles locking up while her thoughts slowed, and she was unable to do anything but stare deeply into the girl's amethyst eyes, eyes that were now taking up her entire field of vision, eyes that were growing larger and larger, merging into one another until all there was, all she could see was one giant eye, an eye whose gaze pierced her mind, body, and soul, leaving everything about her laid bare, and she was helpless to do anything but let herself sink into that violet gaze, felt herself melting away on a sea of purple…

And then Nurse Joy woke up.

She was in her own home, in her own bed, staring at the familiar ceiling. On the nightstand, her alarm clock was blaring, letting her know that it is now 6:00AM, time to get up and get ready for work.

Blinking her eyes, Nurse Joy started to sit up, only to be struck with a nauseating wave of vertigo. Ugh, what happened last night? She didn't recall going out drinking, not that she would have on a weekday, but she felt so…weird. Her head was swimming, her throat was strangely dry, and she had a slight ache in her thighs.

Maybe she was getting sick. That would just be the worst, given her job. Better call in, just to be on the safe side. But as she reached for the phone, she saw the red light on the answering machine. Curious, she let it play.

"Hey, Joy!" It was Brad, the PokeCenter's general manager. "Um, so, we're going to have to close down for a few days. That damn storm went and knocked an entire tree branch through the roof, and it's just a mess in here. Don't worry, you'll still get paid for time scheduled. But for now, just sit tight, and I'll keep you updated. Bye!"

A storm? Nurse Joy remembered something about a storm, but it was so…fuzzy.

Sighing, she lay back into her pillow. Just as well. She wasn't feeling up to going to work anyway, and now she had an excuse. At least now she had time to rest and recover.

But there was something Nurse Joy was supposed to remember, something important, but the harder she tried to recall, the more it slipped from her mind, like a faint dream.

Sighing, she let herself drift back to sleep, and as she did so, one little nugget of information drifted into her mind. Whatever it was she was supposed to remember, it was about a little boy…

…

Ash finished his tale, have regaled her with his failure to make it on time to gain a starter Pokemon, of his encounter with Alexander the trainer, of trying to catch a Pidgey and ending up being chases by an angry Spearow flock, of encountering her in the forest and watching her get struck by lightning, of his decision to catch her rather than watch her die and his race to the Viridian City PokeCenter, of being attacked by Team Rocket and chased through the storeroom, and of going to the restroom and coming out to find that Nurse Joy had simply disappeared, causing him to panic and flee into the woods, where he had finally let Misty out.

All the while, Misty simply sat and listened, wondering who exactly Ash had ticked off to be cursed with such weird luck.

"That's, uh, quite the story," Misty said at last when he was done.

"But you believe me, right? That I didn't mean to catch you?"

"I believe you," Misty said. Then she smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you."

"Oh. Well, that's-"

Then Misty reached over and took his hand in hers. "I mean, you are kind of my hero now, aren't you?"

"I…uh…"

This…actually could be kind of fun. It was clear that unlike Misty, who had born witness to all sorts of her sisters' shenanigans (and had started making some of her own, with a certain special someone), Ash was totally out of his depth with it came to women. It was kind of adorable, actually.

In fact, now that Misty had some time to think about it, there was a lot about Ash that she found appealing. Once you looked past the bandages and nervous stuttering, he was kind of cute, in a really, really dorky was. Actually, the stuttering sort of helped, as did his genuine earnestness. It was clear that he meant well and tried very hard to do the right thing, he just kept stumbling into trouble. To be honest, Misty could do with a lot worse as a traveling buddy.

Like Gary Oak, she thought with a shiver. Or Team Rocket.

Team Rocket didn't have much of a presence in Celadon City, but being a Gym Leader meant having to deal with them much more than Misty would have liked. She had rebuffed their attempts to buy out her gym, and though they had yet to do anything overt, they always made it clear that they didn't appreciated being told "no," especially by a little girl, and they always came back. And though she had never given them a centimeter, getting caught by them was one of her deepest fears. The stories of what they did to the girls they took were terrifying, and even though she was still a kid she knew that they would not show her mercy, especially given how she had annoyed them.

Misty still wasn't thrilled about having been caught, but given many of the alternatives, having it be to a clumsy yet kindhearted dork who had done so with no ill intentions actually didn't sound too bad.

Besides, Misty had always been an adventurer at heart. She enjoyed her duties as Gym Leader, but there was a great deal about it that she found incredibly frustrating, from the endless parade of disrespectful trainers to putting up with her condescending sisters to being constantly wary of anything Team Rocket might want to pull to the sheer dullness of being tied down to one spot. And when she did manage to get away for a little private time to see some of the world outside of Celadon City, like she had currently been doing, she would dread coming home because of the tongue-lashings her sisters would give her for leaving her gym at all.

But if she was a PokeGirl, then she wouldn't have to deal with any of that. She could go out to see the world like she wanted. This kid Ash clearly wanted the full Pokemon trainer experience, from traveling the whole of Kanto to challenging each Gym Leader in order to earn his way into the Indigo League, and he would greatly benefit from having someone along who, while not exactly older, was much more experienced and knowledgeable to help him along the way. And as that person, she would be the one setting the terms of their relationship. The PokeGirl training the trainer, everyone won!

Plus, he is pretty cute…

Ash was still staring at her, frozen from the shock of her having taken his hand in hers. Misty smiled and gently caressed the back of his hand with her thumb. "So, you gonna say something, or are you just going to keep staring lovingly into my eyes?"

Ash blinked.

Then he suddenly jerked away so hastily that he almost fell over again.

"Sorry! I didn't meant to, uh, didn't mean-"

"Well, I can't blame you," Misty continued as she stretched out her bare legs, letting him get as much of a look as he liked. She batted her eyelids at him. "My eyes are pretty, don't you think so?"

"Uh, yes! I mean, uh, I mean…"

Then she looked down and smirked when she saw the bulge in his lap.

"Wow," she said. "All that from holding my hand? You charmer!"

"Huh?" Then Ash looked down and squeaked. "Oh no!" He clapped his hands over his crotch and turned away. "Don't look!"

"Why not?" Misty said as she leaned in close. "It's that way because of me, isn't?"

"I'm sorry!" Ash said again. "I didn't mean to!"

This, Misty decided, is way more fun than it has any right to be.

"Relax, it's fine!" Misty gave him a big slap on the back, which nearly sent him careening again. "Besides, I think you and I will be holding each other's hands a lot from now on."

Wincing, Ash gently massaged where she had slapped him. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm your PokeGirl now! So that means I go where you go." She then pointed to the grey-and-pink sphere on his belt. "Except I'm not going to be spending any time in that human ball."

"What?" Then Ash's eyes widened. "Oh! Uh, actually, you don't have to go with me if you don't want to! Hey, tell you what: let's go back to that PokeCenter, and I'll use their computer to properly release you!"

Misty frowned. "What, are you that desperate to get rid of me?"

"No! But I'm saying, you can go home!"

"Hmmm." Misty stood up and walked a few steps away from him. She entwined her fingers behind her and arched her back. "No, I don't think so."

"No? Uh, why not?"

"Because it's so boring staying at home, getting pushed around by my sisters. I've always wanted to go out and see the world. And that's what you're planning on doing, right?"

"Well, I guess so, but-"

"So it's settled!" Misty planted a hand on her hip and turned her torso around to flash Ash a wink and a V-sign with her fingers. "I'm going with you then! As your first PokeGirl!"

"Oh," Ash said. Then realization seemed to hit. "Oh! Um, is that allowed though?"

"Eh." Misty waggled her hand in the air. "Not really. But if we're careful then we should be fine."

"Careful? Careful how?"

"Well, we'll just make sure it looks like we're just a couple of young Pokemon trainers traveling together! For one, I'm not going back into that human ball unless I absolutely have to. For another, I'm keeping my clothes on."

Ash nodded. "Okay!" Then he blinked, and to Mist's amusement she saw disappointment.

"Most of the time, anyway," she said with a wry smile.

Ash's eyes went wide.

"Also, I'm not going to be taking part in any Pokemon battles," she said. "Unless I have to. Or I feel like it and can get away with it. So that means you need to start catching a team of Pokemon on your own."

"Of course! That's what I wanted to do in the first place!"

"Great! And I can help you with that! Think of me as your private tutor," Misty said, putting special emphasis on the word "private." "I'll teach you everything you need to know about catching and training Pokemon."

Ash perked up then. "You mean it?"

"Sure! I get to go out and see the world, and you get to have someone along that knows all there is to know about Pokemon training! It's a mutually beneficial agreement."

"Wow," Ash said. "Th-that's really cool of you. Thanks!"

Then Misty's sly expression returned. She clasped her hands behind her back and strolled back to Ash. "And as for when we don't have to play pretend, well, do you have any preferences?"

Ash gulped. "Uh, preferences?"

Still smirking, Misty leaned in real close until their faces were practically touching. "Well, most trainers with PokeGirls usually have some kind of them going," she said, waggling her eyes in a fetching manner. "Things like sexy maids, or swimsuits, or lingerie, or bondage rope." She then lifted her hand and poked Ash in the nose. "So how about it, Junior Trainer? Anything you've seen that you want to try out?"

Ash's face was visibly sweating, and Misty could practically see the steam whistling out of his ears. She glanced down, and was very pleased to see the front of his pants sticking straight up.

This, Misty thought, is way more fun than it has any right to be. "Well, give it some thought. I'm…flexible."

Ash squeaked.

Then Misty remembered something. "Oh, and I'd also like my Pokemon back, please," she said as she straightened up. "Those are mine."

"Ah, uh, er…RIGHT!" Visibly relieved at the change of subject to something much less sensual, Ash hastily started patting his pockets. "I kept them safe for you! Here you go!"

He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out five shrunk-down pokeballs and handed them to her.

"Thanks," Misty said as he dropped them into her palm. All seemed present and accounted for.

And then she remembered something, something incredibly important, something that made her heart feel like it was seizing up.

Uh-oh.

"Uh, A-Ash?" she said. Now it was her turn to feel extremely awkward. "Was there by any chance any…other capture balls?"

Ash stared blankly at her. And then he stiffened.

"Uh, right. This."

Out of another pocket he pulled out May's human ball and handed it to her as well.

"Er, thank you," Misty said as she accepted it. Oh boy, this was going to be weird.

She silently turned around and started putting her pokeballs back onto her belt. Behind her, Ash fidgeted anxiously on the log, and Misty knew exactly why.

Finally she sighed. "Well, I know what you want to ask, you know what you want to ask, so go ahead."

"Um…who is she?"

"A friend," Misty said curtly. With benefits, her mind automatically added. She decided not to say that part out loud. Turning back to him, she said "You…met her, I take it?"

Ash hesitated, and then nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. But, um, when T-Team Rocket attacked, I thought I could use your Pokemon to fight them off. And, uh, I accidentally grabbed her ball and threw it."

Misty slowly breathed out. "Oh boy."

"But she was amazing! I've never seen anyone fight that like before! And she never quit, even when she was outnumbered!"

"Yeah, that sounds like her all right," Misty muttered. "Um, look. I'm not blaming you for bringing her out, but this is the sort of thing we really need to not tell anyone. She's with me because she wants to be, but there are…people looking for her, people that she doesn't want to find her. So let's add this to our list of secrets, okay?"

"Okay," Ash said. "What people though? Team Rocket?"

"No. Uh, it's her dad, actually."

Ash blinked.

"Look, she's from Hoenn," Misty explained. "We met through her dad and, uh, became friends. And…let's just say she had a very specific plan for her future that her dad didn't like, and she convinced me to help her run away."

"Oh. You mean, she wanted to be a Pokemon trainer?"

"No, she wanted to be a PokeGirl."

"Huh?" Ash's face twisted up in bewilderment.

"I know, right? But she really wanted to, and she…convinced me to help her…" And, okay, the exact methods of persuasion that had been used had been extremely pleasant and convincing. "…so I went along with it. But that's why it's real important not to tell anyone about her, because it'll get all of us in trouble."

"Oh. Uh, well, okay, I guess." Still openly confused, Ash scratched his head. "But if it was her idea, why was she…naked? And tied up? And had that ball in her mouth?"

Misty sighed. Oh May, screw you and absolute lack of shame about your kinks and making me have to defend them for you. "That was…also her idea."

"It…was?"

"Yeah."

"…why?"

"Look, she's into a lot of weird stuff, okay? She gets off on it!"

"Oh. Uh, okay?"

Misty grimaced and shrugged. "That's just how she is." Shaking her head, she said, "So, do you want to meet her? I mean, properly this time?"

"Well, yeah!" Ash said. "I mean, sure, she sounds…odd, but she was still extremely cool, and she totally saved my butt!"

Misty was starting to notice a pattern with Ash, mainly that he tended to become incredibly infatuated with those who had rescued him. Which…could prove interesting.

"All right, but brace yourself," she said as she expanded the human ball. "She'll still going to be naked, after all."

Ash swallowed nervously, but then he nodded.

Misty was about to release her friend, but then she stopped. Frowning, she brought the human ball closer to her eyes.

"Uh, Ash?" She tapped her finger to a line of lights along the ball's perimeter. "Why is her HP so low?"

Ash inhaled sharply. "Oh, no! I forgot! She got really hurt when we were getting away! There was a Sableye, and she beat it, but it also took a big bite out of her, and I tried to help her, but I only had a couple of tiny potions that weren't enough, and-"

"Okay, okay, calm down," Misty said hastily. "You're fine! I'm just glad I saw this before I woke her up."

Sighing, she unshouldered her pack and opened it up. "You're paying me back for this, you nympho-pyromaniac," she muttered as she took out a Super Potion.

"What?"

"Talking to her, not you." She inserted the potion's nozzle into the round button and injected. There was a hiss, and then the rest of the lights lit up. Nodding in satisfaction, she put the empty bottle away and stood back up. "Okay, here she comes."

Misty tapped the human ball's top with her thumb, and it popped open, releasing May's essence, which then collected itself between herself and Ash and took the form of the young, naked brunette.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Misty was glad to see May. Sure, May might be a kinky, violent weirdo, but she was Misty's kinky, violent weirdo, and Misty's job meant that she didn't have many friends her own age. Besides, there were also the obvious benefits of having a cute naked girl around that had no problem whatsoever with being ogled. Or felt up. Or…pretty much anything, actually.

Sure enough, once May had fully materialized, the first thing she did was look around in confusion, inspecting first her surroundings and then her legs, lifting them each in turn to see if they were still damaged.

"Hmmmph," she muttered, sounding pleased to find herself fully healed.

And then she looked up and saw Ash.

"Uh, hello again!" he said with an anxious wave. "It's great to see-"

"Mmmph!"

May leapt right at him. As he had not been expecting such an enthusiastic greeting, Ash was knocked right off his feet and sent backfirst into the log.

"Oof!"

Stunned, Ash shook his head and looked up. What he saw didn't make gathering his senses any easier.

May was seated on top of him, hips straddling his lap, legs splayed to either side, and her breasts right at his eye-level. Before he had time to really process this, she beamed at him and leaned in to nuzzle his cheek with her own, all the while making happy muffled sounds.

Misty sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Well, at least May hadn't lost her affectionate nature, nor her talent for making friends.

"All right, that's enough," she said as she grabbed May's bare shoulder. "I know you're happy to see him, but you'll give the poor guy a heart attack if you keep that up."

May whirled around in surprise and, seeing Misty, let out an overjoyed cry.

Moments later she had leapt at Misty much as she had Ash, only Misty had been expecting it, and was able to catch her without losing her balance, holding her up with her hands on May's ass while May wrapped her legs around her and pressed in closer.

"Miiiisssyyy!" May mumbled as she burrowed her face into Misty's neck and shoulder. "Miiiisssyyy! Miiiisssyyy!"

"All right, all right!" Misty said as she gave May's ass cheek an affectionate pat. "I'm happy to see you too!"

Setting the other girl down, Misty said, "Well, it looks like we all need to get caught up here, so what say I ungag and untie you for a bit so we can talk properly?"

May rolled her eyes skyward and tilted her head this way and that as if she was unsure about what Misty had suggested.

"Oh, knock it off," Misty said. "There's a time and place for everything, and now we need you loosed."

Snickering, May nodded.

She held still as Misty reached up to undo her gag's straps and pulled it off. May opened and closed her mouth several times, frowned, and worked her tongue into her cheeks, massaging the muscles. "Woo. Love that thing, but it really makes your cheeks sore after a while," she said.

"Yeah, and you know all about sore cheeks, don't you," Misty muttered as she went to work on the ropes around May's wrists.

"Only when you're here with me," May said. Misty shook her head and smacked her palm into May's ass, making her yelp.

Misty finally got the rope loose, making the whole thing come free. "Oh, yeah, I definitely had that on too long," May muttered as she rubbed some circulation back into her wrists. Entwining her fingers, she bent her waist back and stretched her arms over her head, making the joints pop. "Oh, that feels so good…"

While Misty was certainly enjoying the view, there was someone else present, someone…unused to May's way. She cleared her throat and said, "Ah, May?"

"Hmmm?"

Then May looked down and saw Ash still sprawled back against the log, gawking up at her, his eyes quickly flitting back and forth from her tits to her pussy.

"Oh, right!" Lowering her arms, May waved at him. "Hey there, nice to see you again! Ash, right?"

Ash managed a slight nod.

"Well, I'm May! Nice to meet you, and great job back at the PokeCenter! Looks like you got us away!" She lifted her leg and bent and unbent the knee a few times. "And got me fixed up. Which is great, because that hurt!"

Ash nodded again.

"So…it seems you've met Misty, right?"

"Right," Misty said with a roll of her eyes.

"I guess you've explained to him…about me?"

"I did. He knows to keep quiet."

"Great!" May pulled off her bandana and ran her fingers through her hair. "That's such a relief. I mean, Team Rocket is bad enough, but can you imagine if we had to deal with my dad on top of everything?" Then she frowned, and pulled her bandana back on. "Though that reminds me. Exactly why did I end up fighting Team Rocket in a darkened PokeCenter?"

"I…I don't know," Ash squeaked. "They just showed up!"

"Really? Figures." May put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "Those jerks, always causing trouble and wrecking everything! And oh yeah, where were you, Misty? Why was Ash the one doing your job? You're supposed to be my trainer, remember? So where were you?"

Misty cleared her throat. "Right. Uh, about that. Hey, May! Turns out we now have something big in common!"

"Um…" May scratched her head and frowned. "We're…both incredibly cute?"

"No. I mean, yes, but no."

"We have the two top scores on Dance Dance Evolution at the Celadon City arcade?"

"Also no, but yes, but also no."

"We both really like getting licked in our-"

"No! I'm talking about something new!"

May spread her hands and shrugged.

"Show her, Ash," Misty said.

By then, Ash had managed to pull himself up enough so that he was sitting on the log instead of being sprawled against it. "Show her? Oh, uh, sure."

Ash held out Misty's human ball, still notable for the four slashes on the top.

"Is that my human ball?" May said. "What did you do to it?"

"Nope!" Misty said. "Actually, it's mine."

May's face screwed up in confusion. "Yours? But that would mean…"

Then she stiffened, her arms held straight at her sides, and her eyes going as wide as Fearow eggs. "Misty?"

"Um, yup!" Misty said with a nervous laugh. "I'm a PokeGirl now!" There was a pause, and then she threw her hands out and said, "Surprise!"

May's jaw dropped open, and her hands slowly lifted to her temples. "No. No way. No. Way. Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am! Took me by surprise too, let me-"

Suddenly May sprung forward, threw her arms around Misty's waist, lifted her fully off the ground, and started swinging her about while cheering, "Haha, you did it! You saw the light! Welcome, my sister, we have been expecting you!"

"Okay, okay," Misty laughed. "Put me down before my head pops off."

May did so, but her excitement did not dull. "So was it Ash? Did he catch you?"

Misty's head was still spinning a little, and she had trouble keeping her feet beneath her. "Uh, yeah. Sure was."

"Wow!" May then turned to Ash and ran right up to him. Taken by surprise, he cringed back as if expecting her to attack him.

Instead, she just lightly socked him in the shoulder. "You absolute stud! Congratulations, Ash! You hit the jackpot!"

"Uh…thanks?"

"So how'd you do it?" May sat as she plopped down on the log next to him. She crossed her legs and entwined her fingers over her knee. "Beat her at a Pokemon battle? If so, you have my respect, because that could not have been easy. Hey, wait. Misty, why didn't you use me?"

As much as Misty was enjoying how much Ash was wilting under his close proximity to May's nude body, she felt the need to defend her honor as a trainer. "Wait, no! He didn't beat me! I got hit by lightning!"

"Uh…what?"

Ash sighed. "It's true. I was being chased by a flock of Spearows when I ran into her, and she tried to save me, but then there was a big storm and she got hit by lightning, and I didn't know how else to save her!"

"Uh…huh. Misty, is that what happened?"

"Yup," Misty admitted. "I know it sounds stupid, but that's apparently what happened."

"And that's why we were at that PokeCenter!" Ash went on. "And why I got all these bandages. We were healing her up when Team Rocket attacked."

"Wow." May blinked. Then she snapped her fingers in front of her nose. "Oh yeah! Hey, where's that Nurse Joy? She was really nice, and I went through a lot of trouble to save her."

"I…" Ash's shoulder slumped. "I don't know," he admitted. "I went to the bathroom after we got out, and when I came back she was gone."

"Gone? Like she had been kidnapped, or just wandered off?"

"I don't know. I got scared and ran."

"Huh…" May frowned. "Well, uh, that's…concerning."

"Yeah," Ash sighed. "I didn't like leaving her, but I didn't know what else to do."

"Well, tell you what!" Misty said. "No one's seen me yet, so tomorrow I'll sneak into town and look around. Maybe I'll be able to find out what happened to her."

"Really?" Ash perked up. "You'll do that?"

"Sure! I mean, we probably have to go back in anyway to pick some stuff up. So nothing says we can't also find out what happened to her."

"Wow, thanks!"

"Still, I apparently missed a lot," May said, scratching her head.

"Well, let's get you caught up then," Misty said. "Though, uh, first things first."

"What?"

Putting one hand on her hip, Misty dipped a single finger over to Ash, who had scooted around so that he was facing away from May with both hands clutching at his crotch.

"The poor guy's about pop off right here and now, so while we're telling the story, maybe you'd better put your clothes on."

…

Interlude 2

How did it come to this?

Cassidy sat in the barren interrogation room of the Viridian City Police Headquarters. The room was done in only varying shades of grey: pale grey floor, dark grey walls, while the roof split the difference. The only pieces of furniture was a long wooden table with three cheap plastic chairs: the one in which Cassidy was sitting and two empty ones across from her. Hanging overhead was a light fixture with a single bulb, which cast a beam of light down on the table while leavened the edges of the room darkened. Set in the wall behind those was a large, rectangular sheet of black glass, no doubt a two-way mirror.

Arrested. Cassidy had been arrested! That wasn't right. The only times Cassidy was supposed to be arrested when it was part of some daring heist that required someone on the inside. She wasn't supposed to be actually arrested!

It wasn't fair. The plan had been stupid to begin with, and she had been the only one holding things together until the end. Why did she end up being the one arrested? If there was any justice in the universe, only that dimwitted molester Jessie would have been taken away in handcuffs with Meowth stuffed into a kitty carrier, freeing Cassidy to rejoin Butch and get back to actually being able to do her job!

But here she was, in handcuffs in an interrogation room. It wasn't fair!

She had no idea how long she had been left alone in that room. Minutes? Hours? Days, maybe? She had long since lost her perception of time. She still ached from the hurts she had gained in the PokeCenter. She was hungry. She was thirsty. And she would soon need to use the bathroom. And yet no one had shown up to actually interrogate her.

It was a stalling tactic. They wanted her to break. They wanted to drive her mad, to make her desperate to talk. Well, it wasn't going to work! Cassidy was a professional! They would have to actually torture her in order to get anything from her!

Hopefully they wouldn't. Cassidy didn't want to be tortured.

More time passed, and Cassidy grew ever more uncomfortable. She shifted her weight, crossed her legs, uncrossed them, and started to rub her thighs together. No one came to talk to her.

She leaned back in her chair and stared up at the ceiling. In her mind she reviewed all the coping strategies she had learned in case of capture, how to prepare one's mind to make it more resistant to interrogation.

Unfortunately, there was nothing about staving off complete boredom.

Finally, just when she felt that she could stand it no longer, the door opened.

"Oh, so soon?" Cassidy said as the Viridian City Officer Jenny entered the room. "I was about to take a nap. Can't go skipping your beauty sleep, you know! Well, I guess you wouldn't, seeing how-"

"You have a visitor," Officer Jenny said curtly.

"Uh, I have a what?" Cassidy's mind raced. The only people that would know her well enough to visit her had disowned her long ago or were criminals themselves. And if it was any of them, why would they be visiting her in the interrogation room. Weren't there special rooms for that sort of thing?

Officer Jenny stood aside, allowing a man to enter the room.

When she saw who it was, Cassidy inhaled sharply through her teeth.

It was a young man with spiky aquamarine hair, cold teal eyes, and a cleans-shaved face devoid of all humor. He wore a smart uniform of white and black, and his gloved hands were clasped behind his back.

And on the right breast of his shirt was a scarlet R.

"Archer," Cassidy whispered.

Rocket Executive Archer glanced over his shoulder at Officer Jenny, who nodded and exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

Petrified by fear and confusion, Cassidy watched as Archer slowly walked to the table, his heavy boots echoing through the enclosed space. He stood next to one of the chairs across from Cassidy and laid a hand on its back, but didn't sit. "Rocket Grunt Cassidy," he said, his voice smooth, polite, and cold. "Finding you here, under these circumstances, is quite the disappointment."

Cassidy almost started protesting, almost began to explain that no, it wasn't her fault, it was Jessie and Meowth's, but then she realized that doing so would only get her into more trouble, so she held her tongue.

"I have heard of your activities this evening, and it has been a total disaster from conception to aftermath. Firstly, you and your partners decided to perform a raid on the Viridian City PokeCenter, a venture so foolish that I am stunned that anyone would have thought it a good idea. Why?"

Cassidy flinched. "W-Well, we thought there would be more trainers there, trainers with Pokemon and PokeGirls we could steal! We didn't know it would be deserted!"

"That is not the point. The point is deciding to go ahead with the raid in the first place. Why did you do it?"

At this, Cassidy was a little confused. Raiding PokeCenters was a time-honored tradition in Team Rocket. Why wouldn't they? "I-It wasn't my idea!"

"I know. But you still went along with it. You neglected to inform headquarters of your plan, thinking we would think nothing of it. But we do. We think quite a lot of it, and none of our thoughts are good." Archer's countenance darkened. "Grunt Cassidy, Viridian City is Rocket territory. We own this city, from the hospital to the public bathrooms to the sprinklers in the park. Five percent on even the lowliest potion sold goes into our pockets. And whether or not the staff is aware of it, the PokeCenter is our property. As such, having our property vandalized by our own agents, and badly at that, reflects poorly on our organization as a whole. We cannot allow that."

"What?" Cassidy gasped. "We…do? But I didn't know! Nobody told us!"

"Nobody told you because you didn't need to know." Archer released the chair and started to walk around the room. "We keep such information on a need-to-know basis, so as to prevent sensitive information from getting out. Viridian City is our base of operations near Indigo League, and if all our agents in the field were to know that, having even one captured would compromise our hold here. Which is why proper procedure mandates that all heists be cleared with your immediate administrator, which you did not do, resulting in our current calamity."

He stopped behind Cassidy, who gulped and did her best to keep her gaze on the table before her.

"The PokeCenter has been damaged and must be shut down, a PokeCenter that we are funding. As a result, all trainers in the area have been inconvenienced, many of them passing through on their way to the League, and all of them will know that Team Rocket is responsible. That puts undue attention on the city. People will wonder what else we might be doing in Viridian City, and thus our operations must lie low." He laid a hand on Cassidy's shoulder. "You understand, then, why we are upset."

Cassidy squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. While working with Jessie, Cassidy had endured a number of physical degradations, as the other Grunt had constantly attempted to grope and even penetrate her in a show of dominance. In contrast, Archer was only putting a hand on her shoulder.

And yet it was so much worse, because at least with Jessie, she had just been trying to prove a point, trying to get one over on the clearly superior Cassidy. But with Archer, no overt show was needed. He owned her, and they both knew it.

"I-I do," she said, and internally winced at the stammer. "I offer no excuse."

"Hmmm." Archer removed his hand and continued his slow trek around the table. It was all Cassidy could do not to slump forward in relief.

"Grunt Cassidy, I confess, you have put us in a rather unfortunate position," he said, trailing one finger along edge of the table as he walked. "Until the last few weeks, your record was exemplary, and we had such high hopes for you. However, while your recent string of failures can be overlooked as being part of the learning process, this one is a bit more…extreme. This was not just a failure; this was a disaster. And disasters have consequences." He finally reached the chair across from Cassidy, pulled it out, and sat down, entwining his fingers in front of his nose with his elbows resting on the table as he stared directly into her eyes. "Do you know what we do to Grunts that have perpetuated such disasters? Specifically, female ones?"

Cassidy felt an icy dagger drag along her spine. Female Grunts who embarrassed Team Rocket often were stripped of their memberships and were reduced to merchandise, winding up for sale at discount prices on the black market. There were several known "favored" clients who especially enjoyed acquiring those, and the horror stories she had heard of what was done to them made even a career criminal like herself quail.

Her lips moved, though she found herself unable to speak above a whisper. "Please. Don't."

Archer held her gaze for an elongated period of time. Cassidy could feel his eyes burrowing deep into hers, almost as if he were stripping away at her thoughts. Could he? Psychics did exist, after all, and not all announced their abilities. Plus, Cassidy had heard dark rumors of strange experiments being conducted by Rocket scientists in some secret location, something to do with psychic Pokemon. If Team Rocket had found a way to harvest such abilities, they would no doubt gift them to their trusted executives, of which Archer was one.

Then Archer blinked and leaned back, so suddenly that it made Cassidy jump a little. "Grunt Cassidy," he said, draping one arm behind his chair and crossing his legs. "Do you know why we had you and Butch partnered with Blue Team, with Jessie and James? And why we insisted that you continue to work with them afterward as penance?"

"I…" This sudden change in conversation was so strange, and Archer was now almost casual, that Cassidy had no idea how she was supposed to respond. "Er, I had…wondered?"

"No doubt. It's because they are fools."

Cassidy blinked.

"Rest assured, we are well aware of their almost suicidal incompetence. The number of heists, schemes, and plans that they have bungled takes up several folders back at headquarters. However, though fools they might be, they are very valuable fools, which is what we were hoping you would come to learn."

Cassidy slowly exhaled. "And…how are they valuable, Executive?"

"As distractions," Archer said. "Their exploits, while never successful, are still fantastically loud, bombastic, and attention-grabbing, and despite always failing, they possess a certain talent for survival, always somehow managing to escape and regroup, and their dogmatic persistence means we can count on them to be up to something again very quickly. Honestly, it's quite astonishing. If they were able to temper that energy with actual intelligence then they'd be unstoppable." He chuckled and shrugged, as if to say, Well, what can one do?

Cassidy swallowed. How strange. It seemed that Archer was almost…fond of Blue Team.

"However, they still serve a very valuable purpose. The majority of times Team Rocket has made the news, it is because of them. Every time someone hears of a failed raid or heist, they are most likely involved. They fill the front pages with extraordinary failures, painting Team Rocket to the average citizen as being nothing more than an organization of bumbling buffoons, ones who are entertaining, but otherwise not worth worrying about." He shrugged again. "True, tales and rumors of our true nature do circulate. Some measure of fear and respect is necessary, of course. But so long as they continue to gather eyes toward them, we continue our true work without notice."

"Oh," was all Cassidy could think of to say.

"And that is why we wanted you to work with them. Or rather, learn to use them." Archer uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, folding his arms on the table. "You often hear braggarts claim that their plans are 'foolproof,' but those who do so are underestimating the chaotic ingenuity of fools, marking them as fools themselves. In order to succeed in this world, one does not seek to make one's plans resistant to fools, one seeks to anticipate the involvement of fools and use them to one's own advantage." The fingers on Archer's right hand began to methodically drum against the tabletop, pounding out a repeating percussion that was oddly in sync with Cassidy's increasing heartrate. "You and Butch ought to have recognized Blue Team's natural inclinations and made us of them. Instead, you tried to resist. You tried to keep them out of the way while you did things as you always have done. And as such, you failed."

"Oh."

Archer nodded. "Fortunately for you, the situation is not unsalvageable. And despite your shortcomings, we are not in the habit of discarding that which holds value. You will be given the opportunity to redeem yourself."

The rock-solid knot in Cassidy's stomach unwound itself, just a little, allowing her to breathe the tiniest bit easier. "Th-Thank you, Executive."

"Your target is, of course, the boy: Ash Ketchum. Unimportant in of himself, he is still a loose end we'd rather not have running around, and he does still have Grunt Jessie in his possession. Retrieve him, his PokeGirls, and Grunt Jessie, and bring them all to us."

"Of course. I won't let you down!"

"See that you don't. You will be reunited with your partner for this endeavor. We are in the process of contacting Rocket Grunt Butch even as we speak."

Cassidy's heart soared at the news. This was wonderful! This was marvelous! This was better than she could have ever hoped, and if she wasn't certain that he would find such behavior distasteful, she would have thrown herself at Executive Archer's feet and started kissing his boots in gratitude while weeping for joy.

"As well as the remainder of Blue Team. The lesson still must be learned, after all."

Cassidy's heart plunged into the icy abyss. This was horrible! This was disastrous! This was the worst thing to ever happen to her, and she found herself within the grips of the almost irresistible urge to tear out her own hair while screaming to the sky.

Fortunately, she was able to quell it. "Yes, sir," was all she said.

"Good." Archer then stood and walked over to the door. He lightly rapped his knuckles against it, and it opened, revealing Officer Jenny. "You will be alerted when the rest of the team has been gathered, after which you will be fully debriefed. Until then, the good officer here will show you to your cell."

Cassidy swallowed. "Um, my cell?"

"Of course," Archer said with a wry smile. "You were, after all, arrested. One must keep up appearances, after all."

He left the room, and Officer Jenny did not.

Cassidy looked up at the corrupt police officer, unsure of what to expect from her. "So," she said. "I guess…I'm in your hands?"

"You could say that." Officer Jenny then removed a pair of handcuffs from her belt and started swinging the loop around one finger. She grinned in a manner that Cassidy did not like at all. "It'll be a few days before the rest of your team gets here. Until then, we're going to have some fun. Well, I am, anyway."

…

Working together, Ash and Misty explained to May the events of the last day, from how they had first ran into one another in the wild to the Spearow attack and subsequent lightning strike to the Team Rocket attack at the PokeCenter and how narrowly Ash had avoided capture.

"Wow," May say when they finished. "You guys have had a day!"

While they had been talking, Misty had produced May's outfit from her pack, consisting of a short white skirt over a pair of black bike shorts and sleeveless red shirt. Ash wasn't sure if it was because she had been listening intently to their story or if she was deliberately teasing him, but he did notice that she took her sweet time putting everything on.

Truthfully, he had mixed feelings about her current state of dress. On the one hand, it was kind of a relief, since it was a lot easier to focus without her being naked. On the other, it was also a disappointment because, well, for obvious reasons…

"Yeah, that's the situation," Misty said. "We both wanted to go see the world, and Ash here needs someone to help him along on his journey. It's a win-win!"

Suddenly May grinned and leaned over to squeeze Misty's butt with one hand. "Are you sure that's the only reason, and not something a little more…blatant?"

Instead of slapping May's hand away, Misty just sighed and poked May in the nose. "Hey. Time and place. Now is planning time, not groping time."

"Liar." May rose up to give Misty a quick peck on the lips. "All times are groping time."

And here they went again. Ash hastily closed his eyes and started running through time-tables in his head. Seriously, were they always like that with each other?

1x1=1

2x2=4

3x3=9

4x4=16…

Then he heard a giggle and felt the log shift. Opening his eyes, he saw that both Misty and May had sat down to either side of him.

"Hey, has anyone ever told you that you're kind of cute when you're flustered?" May said, laying a hand on Ash's knee.

"Uh, really?"

Then Misty looped both arms around his bicep. "Oh, don't sell him short! He's adorable!"

"And he's stuck with us!" May said with a wink, poking her finger into Ash's cheek.

"Uh, uh, uh…" Ash hastily looked from May, to Misty, and back to May again. Panic levels were rising, as were…other things. "Are you two…always like this with each other?"

"Hmmm." Misty made a show of tapping her lower lip in thought. Then she grinned. "Yup!"

"It used it drive my dad nuts!" May added. "But that just made us do it more!"

"Hey, remember that time at the benefit dinner, after we had snuck off together, and that waiter found us in the janitor's closet with my head under your skirt?"

"Oh, yeah! Sheesh, the poor guy."

"What? I tipped him well."

"You also left him tied up and gagged in that same closet, and promised to rip his balls off if he told anyone!"

"Oh, yeah. I did. You think I overreacted?"

As this was going on, Ash began to have second thoughts about their current arrangement. Misty and May might be really cute and friendly, but it was turning out that they were also kind of terrifying.

Unfortunately, that was only serving to make him even more hard. He could feel it poking up beneath his cupped hands.

"Oooh, what do we have here?" Before Ash could react, Misty had grabbed him by the wrists and pushed his hands away, exposing the stiffness of his erection.

"Hey!"

"Did it get bigger?" May said, leaning in close to see. "It did! But I was naked then! Ash, what gives?"

Ash desperately tried wrestle his hands away from Mist's grasp. "Let me go!"

"I'll tell you what it is!" Misty laughed. "That's a fear boner!"

"Why, Ash!" May cried as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "I scared you so much that you're horny! That's the nicest compliment any guy's ever given me!"

Well, she wasn't wrong, but that didn't lessen how scared he was right then. As May continued to cuddle him, he shot a pleading look over to Misty and mouthed, Help me.

Instead of doing so, she merely dropped her eyelids and smirked, and it was then that he realized that as cute as these two were, he had bitten off a lot more than he could chew by having them along.

…

Interlude 3

It was not quite the lower point of Meowth's career. The absolute lowest had been a truly abhorrent day that had involved the carjacking of a large truck, a terrible miscommunication as to what the truck's cargo actually was, a blown tire, and a whole lot of Tauros dung that had been intended as fertilizer. That had been the lowest point of his career.

But even so, this ranked pretty close.

He was trapped in a pet carrier, lying flat on his stomach with his head propped up on one paw while he drummed the claws of the other against the floor. The sheer depth of his team's failure had already been made clear to him (how the hell was he supposed to know that Team Rocket owned that PokeCenter?! Nobody ever told him anything!), and now he had been stuffed into a small storage room in the back of the Viridian City Police Station to await his fate.

That was bad enough. The mistake, getting kicked by a fiery foot in the face, being launched through a window into a nearby alley, almost getting mauled by a Growlithe, finding out that the pair of nitwits he was working with couldn't even handle one nurse and a couple of brats, getting chewed out like the whole thing had been his fault, and stuff into a tiny little box were a string of humiliations almost too much to bear.

Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. And his fellow prisoners had plenty to say.

"RATICATE!" screamed Cassidy's bloated rat. He was stuck in an entirely too small glass box with a plastic floor coated with pencil shavings. "Rati! Raticate, Raticate, RatiRATICATE!"

(translation: "This is intolerable! Why am I being held accountable for my trainer's mistakes? I demand to speak with a higher authority! I demand adequate representation!")

Over in a short cage just large enough for Ekans to curl up in, the snake glowered at the enraged rat and hissed out, "Ekanssss! Ek! Ek! Ekanssss!"

(translation: "Oh, will you just shut up? I got cooked twice doing my job, while you just up and split! Don't recall seeing you backing us up! Really great teamwork there!"

Tied up in what essentially amounted to a black rubber balloon hanging from the ceiling, Sableye twitched and thrashed about while cackling to anyone who would listen. "Sableye! Say! Bel! EEEEEYYYYYYYEEEEEE, EHEHEHEHE!"

(translation: "I touched her boobies, ehehehehe!")

Everyone ignored her. But then, everyone always ignored Sableye.

Raticate furiously glared at Ekans. "Raticate!" he spat. "Cate! Ratiticate!"

(translation: "Don't give me that lip, you poisonous garden hose! It was a rational tactical decision, something none of you seem to have any capacity for!")

Meowth sighed and flipped over onto his back. He liked the rest of the Rocket Pokemon better when they were in pokeballs.

Ekans reared up as high as the cage roof would allow (not much) and snarled, "Ekannnnsssss! Ek!"

(translation: "Don't you call me a garden hose, you obese cheese-gobbler! At least I took one of them down! You never so much as laid a single paw on anyone!")

"Raticaaaaaaaaaaate!" came the screeching reply. "Rat!"

(translation: "And yet I'm the only one to not faint! Maybe if you thought as much as you slithered, you might have not been barbequed twice!")

"Sableye," gibbered the balloon. "Ehehehe. Sable. Sableye!"

(translation: "They were soft and springy, ehehehe, like cotton candy!")

Collared over in a tiny kennel, Houndour raised his head to glower balefully at the bickering rodent and reptile. "Houn!" he barked.

(translation: "Cease your incessant squabbling, both of you! Our defeat shames us all, but to recklessly assign blame rather than to take responsibility for our respective mistakes is the very height of childishness! The truth is, we all shoulder some of the burden, and if we wish to function effectively as a unit, it would behoove us all to examine where we went wrong and adjust our strategies, so in the future we might redeem ourselves and claim glorious victory in the name of Team-")

"Ek!"

"Rat!"

(translation: "Shut up!")

Sableye started cackling. Again. "Oh, Sableye!"

(translation: "You got taken out by a little boy with a fire extinguisher!")

Houndour turned his burning gaze over to the thrashing balloon. "Houndour…" he growled, the syllables rumbling deep in its throat.

(translation: "Watch what you say, little ghost. Or I will bite that slobbering tongue off next time I am able!"

"Ha! Sableyeyeye!"

(translation: "Ha! Then it will lick its way out while I eat my way in! Just like how a bit that kid's leg and licked her face! She tasted nice and spicy! Like taco sauce!")

Houndour bared his teeth as he snarled, steaming drool dripping from his jowls. "Houndou-."

(translation: "Little imp, I will have you know-")

"Say! Bel! Eyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyehahahahaha!"

(translation: "I! Grabbed! Her! Tiddies! Hahahahahahaha!"

Finally fed up, Meowth raised his head and snapped, "Will all ysh amateurs jus' stop yappin'? It's all of yous fault dat we're-"

A chorus of barks, hisses, squeaks, and cackles blew back at him.

(translation: "Shut up, Meowth!")

Growling, Meowth flipped onto his back and rested his paws on his stomach. "Fine, den," he muttered. "I hope whatever happens, I never hafta work wit' you losers ever again!"

…

Maybe we're taking this a little too far, Misty thought as she and May continued to press themselves into Ash. But could anyone blame them? It was just so much fun!

Ash's blush had only continued to deepen, his trembling only getting stronger, and his, well, his little man only standing up straighter at attention. Certainly the way May was moving her hand up his leg toward his crotch wasn't helping, and if nobody stopped her, she was moments away from gifting the boy with his first handjob. And knowing May, Misty was certain that she would go through with it.

She didn't, but that was surprisingly due to Ash himself, who suddenly cleared his throat and said, "Um, b-by the way, May. Why did you want to be a PokeGirl so badly anyway?"

"Hmmm?" May's hand paused. "Really? You don't know?"

"W-Well, I mean, it does kind of mean you belong to someone else, and you have to fight a lot, so-"

"Yeah, but that's the fun part! Besides, check this out!"

May hopped off the log, ran over to the center of the crossroads, and turned to face him and Misty. As Ash watched in befuddlement, she winked and blew him a kiss.

Then her face turned serious. Pressing her palms together, she closed her eyes in concentration. Air was slowly inhaled through her nose, held in, and then let out through her mouth.

And then she began to glow.

The crimson aura rose up around her, writhing like tendrils of flame. And though she was a few meters away, Misty could feel the heat radiating off of her.

Suddenly May's eyes snapped open, both of them burning like hot coals.

"HA!" she cried, punching the air. Flames rushed down her arm, wrapped around her fist, and shot off into the night sky.

"YA!" She bent her body down and kicked up, sending another fireball whooshing off.

"HeeeeeeYAH!" May leapt up and came down, striking the ground with both hands. A column of flame burst up from the ground, surrounding her and shooting up into the sky.

Then the fire snuffed out, the glow subsided, and May stood back up with a sigh.

Then she grinned. "See?" she said, sticking up two fingers in a V. "I can do that now!"

Smoke was still rising from her body, and there was now a scorched circle in the middle of the crossroads.

"Yeah, so in addition to be a little kinky sexfiend, May is also kind of a violent pyromaniac," Misty said.

"Oh," Ash said, not having seemed to have heard her. His eyes were shining with admiration. "Oh! That was amazing!"

"I know, right!" May smirked. Then she frowned. "Uh, but don't touch me for a bit. These clothes are fireproof, but I'm going to be a little warm to the touch for a bit."

"But what about you?" Ash said to Misty. "What type are you?"

"Oh, please," Misty snorted. "Water-type, obviously!"

"Uh, why obviously?"

"Because I specialize in water Pokemon, silly!" Misty hopped up as well and started walking about in a circle. "It's kind of my thing."

"Your thing?" May laughed. "Are you kidding? You're the Ceru-oomph!"

Misty clapped her hands over May's mouth. "Okay, let's not go spilling everything!"

"Huh?" Ash said. "Spill what? What was she going to say?"

Unfortunately, May hadn't been lying about being hot to the touch. "Ow!" Misty yanked her hand away and stuck her fingers into her mouth. "Jeez, May! How can you stand that? And never you mind, Ash. A lady's got to have some secrets!" She shot May a warning look, who merely sighed and shrugged.

Ash still looked confused. "But I don't understand. What does that have to do you being a water trainer?"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Misty waggled a finger at him. "No prying! That's my business!"

"Uh…well, if you say so."

"All you have to know is that water types are my specialty, so of course I'm a water type now!" Then Misty frowned. "Though I guess it'll take some time to get a handle on things. I mean, goodness knows how long it took May here to learn even the slightest bit of control."

"I burned down a bus stop!" May said proudly.

"Yes, you did!" By then May's skin had cooled enough for Misty to grab her by the nose and wagged her head back and forth. "And we had to walk all the way back to town because of you! It took us two days!"

May pushed her hand off. "And you loved it," she said leaning into Misty, making sure her bosom was pressing into her trainer's upper arm. "Didn't you, my little tomboyish mermaid?"

Sighing, Misty turned away and folded her arms. "Only some parts," she huffed.

May squeezed in closer, resting her chin on Misty's shoulder. "Hey, remember when we came across that lake?" she murmured into Misty's ear. She pressed one finger against the top of Misty's spine, and then trailed it down her back ever so slowly, sending up shivers in its wake. "And we found out how weak swimming makes me now." The finger traveled off the edge of Misty's shirt and onto the bare skin of her midriff. It paused at the small of her back, and then began to creep around the front, the other fingers joining it to slide over Misty's stomach. Meanwhile, her other hand came up to lightly caress Misty's cheek.

Misty, who was fully aware of what May was doing, that this was mainly to tease Ash, found herself only able to put up the weakest of resistance. She moaned, and started to pull away, but May held her in place.

"And I was lying there so helpless," May continued to whisper. She let the hand on Misty's face drop down, coming to rest on the base of her neck, fingers idly running over the bumps of her collarbone. "And you could do anything you wanted to me." It slid down further, pausing over the shallow swell of Misty's breast, and then squeezed, her middle finger gently rolling Misty's nipple where it poked up against the fabric of her shirt.

"And you did. You did things that had never been done to me before. You made me do things I didn't even know two girls could do with each other. I'd never felt so powerless before, so…controlled. That sort of thing, it changes a girl." The hand on Misty's stomach maneuvered around so that the fingers were pointed downward, and then it glided down, over her navel, over the top of her slender hips, over her denim shorts, to come to rest right over Misty's groin.

Misty's eyelids fluttered. A pleased moan was rising up, and she had to bite down on her lip to hold it in.

"And that was when I knew, I made the right choice, to let you use me, to let you possess me, to let you own me, forever and ever." The hand on Misty's crotch squeezed, pressing her hips back into May's.

"M-May," Misty stammered. "S-Stop." Of course she was ignored, and part of her was glad for it. Her knees were starting to go weak, and she was tempted to just let them, to collapse into May's arms, to let her use her just like Misty had used May back at the lake. Her hips started to move of their own accord, rolling about and pressing forward, trying to grind into May's hand, hoping for more friction, for more attention, for more warmth.

She felt May's hot breath on her neck, felt her warm cheek press into her own. The hand resting on her chest slid back a bit, trapping her stiff nipple between two fingers and squeezing. May then turned her head ever so slightly, her nose burrowing into Misty's neck just under her ear, her mouth pressed into the silky skin. Her lips opened, and Misty felt the wet warmness of May's tongue as it began to slide up her neck.

The moan escaped, and Misty leaned into May, her arm coming up to cup May's head.

And suddenly it was over. May abruptly drew back, releasing Misty's crotch and chest. Now with weak legs and a unexpected lack of support, Misty fell back and landed on her ass with a surprised yelp.

Grinning, May turned back to Ash. "And that's how you do it!" she said. "Just treat her like that, and she'll melt in your hands. Promise!"

Irritated, frustrated, slightly impressed, and unbelievably horny, Misty looked up to scowl at her big tease of a best friend. "Oh, you rotten, slimy, Trubbish-humping-"

"Hey!" May laughed. She extended her hand. "Language!"

Grumbling, Misty made a show of ignoring the offer and pulled herself up. She brushed her backside off, already planning on how she was going to get revenge.

And then she noticed Ash.

The rookie trainer was still on the log, sitting straight up at attention with his hands on his knees. His eyes were bulging out, and his breathing was slow, deep, and had an edge of franticness. Clearly he had been enjoying the show.

"Oh, what are you looking at?" Misty snapped. Then she yanked her pack off the ground and shouldered it with loud humph! Without another word she stormed up the northern path, the one leading to Pewter City.

Laughing, May called, "Come on, Ash! Let's go find someplace to make camp!"

"Oh! Uh, right! Hang on, wait for me!"

Humming, May hurried until she had caught up to Misty. She reached over and took Misty's hand in her own, merrily swinging it as if her trainer were not glaring daggers at her.

"So," Misty said. "What exactly was that about?"

"Well, that boy's your trainer, isn't he? Then he's going to have to know how to handle you!"

"Right," Misty said. "Except it wasn't. You just wanted to tease the poor guy."

"Oh, like you've been doing anything else!"

"Okay. Fair. But in this case, I got secondhand teased as a result! No, wait, I take it back. I was the one getting groped, so I got twice as much teased as he did!"

May playfully bumped her shoulder. "You liked it though."

Closing her eyes, Misty inhaled through her nose, held it, and slowly exhaled out her mouth. "Once he's asleep, you are finishing the job. Because if you don't, you're going back into that human ball, and you are staying there!"

"No, I'm not."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure? I own you, remember?"

"Because you would miss me too much." Then May glanced over her shoulder. "We're really going to teach him how to become a Pokemon trainer, then?"

Misty looked back as well. Ash was hurrying along, albeit a bit bowlegged to account for the flagpole stuck inside his pants. "No, I'm going to train him how to become a Pokemon master. You are going to help me learn how to use my new powers. Without burning down the forest, thank you very much."

Giggling, May leaned in to plant a peck on Misty's cheek. "This is the best idea you've ever had."

"Thanks," Misty said, though coming from May that did worry her. "I think."

…

Interlude 4

In another part of the world, the Alola Islands region to be specific, Butch was watching his and his partner's handiwork, reflecting on a job well done.

The two of them were truly living life to the fullest: reclining on lawnchairs next to the pool of a luxury resort, sipping fruity drinks out of coconuts while being waited upon by PokeGirls wearing nothing but grass skirts and flowered leis as they looked out to sea.

There, a cargo freighter was drydocked and being swarmed by police. Until very recently, the freighter had been carrying a heavily protected cargo of frozen Relicanth embryos, which had been intended for repopulation purposes at a local rare Pokemon sanctuary. No long. The Relicanths were on their way to headquarters, and the police would never find any evidence of the culprits. Another win for Team Rocket.

"You know somethin', James?" Butch reflected. "You and I make a pretty good team."

"You said it, Biff!" James said.

Butch's eye twitched. "That's…ah, never mind." He held up his coconut. "To partnership!"

"To partnership!" James clacked his coconut against Butch's.

That was when he was approached by one of the PokeGirls, a cute young little thing with a healthy tan, long green hair, and a nice sporty physique. "Excuse me, sir," she said. "You have a call in the manager's office."

A call? Well, that could only mean one thing. "Sure thing, sweetheart," he said as he rose. "Be right back, buddy."

"Sure thing, Bill!" James said, lifting his drink in salute.

Sighing, Butch followed the PokeGirl back into the hotel and over to the manager's office. The manager, a close friend of the local Rocket Boss, silently handed him the phone and left the office with the PokeGirl.

"Hello?" Butch said.

"It's me," said the voice on the other line.

Butch automatically stood up straighter. Though the caller had not identified himself, he knew the sound of Executive Archer's voice anywhere. "Yes, sir," he said, his mouth drying out.

"Pack up. You're returning to Kanto."

"Um…sure. But what is-"

"There has been a change in plans. Something has come up. We're reuniting you with your old partner."

Butch sighed with relief. "Oh, thank Jirachi!" he said. "Another day with this idiot and I would've lost my freakin' mind!"

…

All in all, it was the best of times, and it was the worst of times.

Ash had finally come to the end of the single most weirdest day of his life. He had been screwed, humiliated, attacked by wild Pokemon, nearly killed, assaulted by the elements, attacked again and this time by criminals, hunted, despaired, scared out of his wits, accidentally committed several crimes, and teased to the point where he felt like he was going to catch fire or burst.

On the other hand, he had been helped, saved, befriended, prevailed, overcome, escaped, and had wound up starting his journey as a Pokemon trainer anyway, and fully equipped no less! And not only that, he had made some friends who knew a thing or two about training Pokemon and had offered to help teach him, and they also so happened to be a pair of really pretty girls his own age, both of whom seemed to like him.

And…each other.

Perhaps a little too much.

Ash still didn't know how he felt about that.

Regardless, at least when they got around to setting up camp, Misty and May had decided to take a break from the constant teasing. A ring had been cleared, two sleeping bags rolled out, and they even managed to make an actual campfire. Or rather, Ash and Misty had gathered fuel, and May had made the campfire, and seemed to enjoy doing it a little too much.

Dinner wasn't anything impressive, just a couple of cans of chili that Misty had in her pack, but since it was the first thing Ash had eaten all day, it tasted better than a gourmet meal prepared by the world's finest chef.

And then things almost seemed…normal. Since the girls had eased off from messing with him, the three of them were soon talking around the campfire like any group of kids out on a camping trip.

"So why do you want to become a trainer so badly, Ash?" Misty asked through spoonfuls of chili.

Ash, who had already finished his bowl, set it aside and wiped his mouth with his wrist. "Oh, mostly because of my dad, I guess."

"Oh…yeah?" May said, sounding a little guarded.

Ash nodded. "He, uh, passed away when I was little, but he used to be an awesome trainer! Back when he was nineteen, he ranked in the top eight of the Indigo Tournament that year, and the next year he made it all the way to the semi-finals. After that he decided to try taking a trip to Unova, but he ended up hurting his leg really badly while exploring a cave. That's how he met my mom, actually. She was a student on this archaeology dig that found him, and she was the one that patched him up!" He shrugged. "Anyway, he gave up training after that, said it was too dangerous. But nothing's going to stop me from making sure that a Ketchum does end up as League Champion!"

"Aw, that's actually really sweet," May said. "You go, Ash!" She leaned back and stretched her leg out to playfully nudge Ash with her foot. "Carry on that family legacy!"

Ash blushed, but smiled.

"Well, you got a lot of work ahead of you," Misty said as she finished the rest of her bowl. "Tomorrow we'll work on catching you your first Pokemon. And from there, training! I'm going to train you how to train it, so by the time we reach Pewter City, you'll have a fighting chance at earning your first badge!"

Ash's eyes gleamed. His first badge! Oh, how he had dreamed of that day, to lay claim to victory over an official Gym Leader, and earn the first piece to becoming League-

"Wait, hold on," he said. "Pewter City? Why not try the Gym over in Viridian City first? I mean, it's closer."

Misty snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that. The Gym Leader there is only in town a few weeks out of the year, and this isn't one of them. So unless you want to camp out and wait until he gets back, you're better off just marching ahead and saving him for last."

"He is?" Ash blinked. Wait, that didn't make any sense. Why would a Gym Leader neglect their job like that? "Why?"

"Who knows? He's a weirdo, that one."

May nudged her with her hip.

Misty blinked, and quickly added, "Or so I heard."

Ash frowned. What was that all about?

"Well, I hear that they actually sell schedules of when he'll be in town in his Gym's gift shop," May said before he could ask. "And you have to reserve the time to battle him in advance."

"You do? Wow." Ash had thought Gym Leaders did nothing but sit around, waiting to be challenged. Now that he thought about it, he supposed that it made sense for them to take breaks, maybe go on the odd vacation, but to only be around to do your job a few weeks out of the year? That was strange.

That's when May yawned. "Whew. I don't know about you guy, but I'm all tuckered up."

"Oh please, you spent most of the day inside your human ball," Misty snorted.

"Hey. Did you fight off a Raticate, an Ekans, and a Sableye all in one day, and beat them? Did you? Or were you snoozing in your human ball the whole time?"

"Hey, I-"

"And I took a shadow ball to the stomach right after a titty twister! It hurt!"

"Well, I got struck by lightning! And attacked by Spearows! And that's after I got chased by some jackass with his own cheerleading squad! Lost my bike and everything."

"Then we're both tired, thanks for proving my point! And…wait, you lost your bike?"

"And my pole! Today was just awful."

Ash, who had arguably exhausted himself more than either one of them, had started to nod off during their argument, suddenly sat straight up. "Wait a minute! What guy with a cheerleading squad?"

"Ah, just some jerk in a flashy car that tried to catch me," Misty said with a dismissive wave. "Gary something-or-another. That's how I ended up in that forest, actually. I had to take the river to get away from him."

Gary.

A film of red descended over Ash's vision, and his fingers curled into shaking fists. That Gary. That Gary! He was the reason Misty got hurt in the first place! He was the reason that Ash had to run all the way to the Viridian City PokeCenter just in time to be caught in the attack!

Why…that…GARY!

"Wow," May said, staring at him. "I think he's heard of him."

"Heard of him?" Ash giggled. "Oh no, why would I have heard of that jerk? I mean, he only used to be my best friend!"

"Uh, what?" Misty said.

"Yeah, we used to do everything together! We were going to go to be partners! You know, go catch Pokemon together, train them together, win badges together! But then all of a sudden, he's too good to hang out with me! Just because his grandpa's the top Pokemon Professor in Kanto, he gets whatever he wants, and he just has to rub my nose in it! He gets first pick of starters! He gets his own car! He gets cheerleaders! And I got nothing! I stuck by him no matter how many times he got in trouble, and he just drops me like a hot Magby and laughs about it!"

"Whoa," May whistled. "Um, so you're his rival then?"

In answer Ash threw his head back and let out a piercing shriek of pure frustration.

Both Misty and May clapped their hands over their ears and winced. "Yeah, they're definitely rivals!" May said.

"Really! I couldn't tell," Misty said sarcastically.

Ash stopped screaming and slumped, his anger spent. This had truly been a miserable day.

Then Misty breathed out. "Ash?"

"Hmmm?"

"You're winning Indigo League this year."

Ash's head snapped up. "What?"

"I said you're winning Indigo League. You're going to be the first Year-One Rookie to do it. And Gary is going to watch, and we are going to rub so much salt in his wounds. I'm going to make sure of it."

In answer, Misty stood up and marched around the campfire to jab a finger into Ash's forehead. "Yes! I'm making it my personal mission to make you the very best and him the very worst! You're going to win, he's going to lose, and we are all going to laugh about it! And if you manage to defeat him in person, I'm making sure that he also pays me back for my bike, my pole, and my umbrella!"

A savage grin split Ash's features. "Yes," he said, clenching his fists. "Yes!"

"That's what I'm talking about!" Misty held up her hand, and Ash clasped it with his own in solidarity. "And hey, we're already off to a great start! Because I wrecked his car and soaked his entire squad when I made my escape!"

Ash gawked at her. "You did?"

"Yup!" Misty said, planting her fists on her hips in triumph. "I did! Stupid jerk deserved it!"

"Wow," Ash as he stared up at the strong, beautiful tomboy life had blessed him with. Then, before he knew what he was even saying, he blurted out, "You are so hot right now."

Then he realized what had just come out of his mouth and clapped both hands over his mouth, his face once again turning red.

Across from them, May started laughing so hard that she fell backward off the log, leaving only her legs and feet visible, which then started to kick in hysterics. As for Misty, she blinked in. Then a hint of rose touched her own cheeks and she smiled.

Then she leaned in a planted a kiss on Ash's burning cheek. "You and I are going to get along just fine," she said, lightly grabbing his nose between her finger and thumb and playfully waggling it.

Oh, man. Oh man!

Right herself, May yawned cavernously and called, "So, if you two are done flirting, can we go to bed please? Because as cute as this is, I'm about to fall asleep right here and now."

"Yes!" Ash squeaked. "Bed! Right now! Good night!"

…

Interlude 5

The journey from Pallet Town to Viridian City took about an hour and a half, if one went by car. Of course, traveling trainers often didn't have cars, so many of them would spent half a day traversing the distance, longer if they weren't in a hurry.

Gary Oak was not your average trainer. Gary Oak had no interest in taking his time. Gary Oak also had a car, and fully expected to be luxuriating in the Viridian Hotel penthouse, preparing to challenge the Gym Leader the same day that he had received his Squirtle from his Gramps.

Unfortunately, circumstances had…changed, and thus Gary was unable to ride into town like the rising star that he was.

Instead, he ended up walking into town, well past midnight. Well, actually "slouching" would be more accurate. Limping. Stumbling miserably along, leading a procession of equally miserable cheerleaders and one silent but still miserable chauffeur.

This had not been how his first day as a trainer had been supposed to go. It had started out good enough. He had gotten first pick of the Starters, got to rub it in to the other rookie trainers that had shown up, got his cheerleader team and his car, got to make fun of that loser Ash on his way out, and came across a cute little girl to add to his collection. All in all, a great start!

But then that stupid girl had turned out to be a Pokemon trainer with a bad attitude, and now Gary was down a car, was sore, was cold, was hungry, and was in a very, very foul mood. Also, he was pretty sure that his right foot was getting corns.

But he would not give up, and would not go back! Gary Oak was no quitter! So what if he had suffered a temporary setback? So what if that stupid car had been wrecked? He never liked the color anyway! He was going to press on, make it to Viridian City, get a new car once he was there, and then things would be back on track!

Or at least that had been his mindset upon setting off. Now he was seriously considering throwing himself into the next body of water he saw and letting himself drown.

But…he was almost there. The city was in sight. He was almost there.

At least the cheerleaders had stopped chanting. It was fine when things were good, but after a while it felt like they were patronizing him. Now they were marching in silence, all of them just as unhappy as he was.

As they approached the city, the electric-type one weakly lifted her pom-poms and said, "Yay, Gary…"

The others shot her withering glares, and she stopped immediately. Gary didn't care.

"There," he said, pointing at the PokeCenter. "I see it. We'll get you all freshened up. And from there we'll…from there we'll…"

He stopped.

The PokeCenter was completely dark, and from the look of things part of the roof had been blown up. The police had set up a barricade all around it, blocking the sidewalk with their cars and yellow tape, while a couple of helicopters hovered overhead.

Gary…stared. The PokeCenter had been closed down. The PokeCenter had almost been blown up. The one thing that any trainer could always count on to provide an island of sanity no matter how bad things got, and the one he had been trying to reach was unreachable.

Behind him, the cheerleaders all halfheartedly started shaking their pom-poms while quietly chanting, "Cheer up, Gary. You're the man! You can do this, yes you-"

Gary threw his head back and screamed.

…

As everyone was too tired to set up the tents, the kids opted to simply roll out their sleeping bags and sleep beneath the stars.

Fortunately, though Ash's sleeping bag was preowned by a complete stranger, it still seemed fairly clean, so he snuggled in and zipped it up.

"Okay, good night, girls," he said.

"Night!"

"Sleep tight! Don't let the Durants bite!"

As it so happened, Misty only had one sleeping bag of her own, so she and May were sharing. Ash…wasn't sure if he was more relieved or disappointed. On the one hand, if either of them had decided to share with him, then it would probably get cramped and way too hot, and if the way that they were holding each other was any indication, they would spend the whole night teasing him and keeping him from getting any sleep at all.

On the other hand, even if it was teasing, that kind of attention was…nice.

Well, whatever. He could consider his future with those two in the morning. For now, it had been a very long day, and he was exhausted. Ash laid back and closed his eyes, fully expecting to drop dead asleep in seconds.

Moments later he opened his eyes again and scowled.

He couldn't sleep; he could tell that immediately. Despite him supposedly having been pushed past the point of exhaustion, too much had happened that day, and he was too wound up.

He tried rolling over onto his side…no.

Onto the other side…no.

Okay, it was time to really give this an effort. Ash burrowed into his sleeping bag as far as he could go, closed his eyes, and pictured a wide, grassy field, one split by a white wooden fence. In his imagination, he saw a single Mareep bounding across the field to over the fence.

One.

Another Mareep followed, hopping along to leap the fence as well.

Two.

A third Mareep came hopping along, ready to jump.

Hey, Ash.

Then the view swooped away from the fence, away from the Mareep flock, to another part of the field, where a blanket had been spread over the grass.

And lying on that blanket was Misty and May.

Misty was lying flat on her stomach, chin resting on her arms, which were folded in front of her. She was only wearing her shorts, the suspenders dropped, leaving her topless, and judging by the flirty smile she was sending Ash, that didn't seem to bother her one bit. She was tilting her head back and forth while her lower legs idly kicked the air.

May was sitting right next to her, as naked as she had been when they had first met. She held a bottle of sunscreen in her hand, and was squirting a gob into her palm. As Ash watched, May leaned over and began to rub the sunscreen into Misty's back, taking the time to dig her fingers into every bit of her, rubbing, prodding, massaging, and squeezing, from her waist to her shoulders.

Then, shooting Ash a wink, May lay flat onto Misty's back and began to push into her, sliding her body up and down Misty's, the tips of her breasts gliding across Misty's glistening skin.

Ash's eyes snapped open. Again.

This wasn't going to work. He had been turned on too many times today, and had yet to find any relief. His penis was once again painfully hard, rising up to lift not only the front of his pants, but also the sleeping bag itself.

Sighing, he shimmied loose from the sleeping bag and slipped his feet into his waiting shoes.

Across the smoldering embers of the campfire, Misty and May were still whispering. And hearing him get up, they paused.

"Hey, where are you going?" May said.

"Gotta pee," Ash muttered. "Be right back."

The girls both snickered. "Well, don't get eaten by a Donaphan!"

"There aren't Donaphan in this forest," Misty said.

"Oh, you know if there was even one, it would find and try to eat Ash."

Ignoring them, Ash retreated from the campground and hurried off until he felt he was deep enough to have some privacy.

He found a large oak tree that was sort of sitting by itself that would serve, and sat down with his back against the trunk. Making himself as comfortable as he could, he glanced around nervously and then began to unbutton his pants.

I can't believe I'm about to do this, he thought as he gripped the zipper and brought it down. But he had to. He would get no sleep otherwise.

Hooking the waistline of his jeans with his thumb, he pulled them down just past his butt. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he did the same to his boxers.

His erection sprung up immediately: stiff, throbbing, and begging for release.

Ash glared at it in annoyance. This hadn't been the first time he had been kept up by his own hardness. Sometimes, when he would see PokeGirl battles on TV, or even saw them in person when trainers were passing through town, the images of their sexy naked bodies would dance in his head for what felt like forever, keeping him up. Sometimes he would even go so far as to touch his penis, though it always made him feel dirty and ashamed, and even on the rare occasions that he had managed to rub it a couple of times, he had never had the nerve to go further than that. That interrupted session in the PokeCenter's shower had been the furthest he had ever gone.

Well, no more. He was on his own now, and he was going to see to his needs.

Ash curled the fingers of his left hand around the shaft, even that simplest touch sending jolts of electricity shooting through his groin. Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In his mind's eye, he saw Misty and May again, this time as they had been a couple hours earlier, when May had started to feel Misty up from behind, one hand on her chest and the other gripping her crotch. Only this time they were allowed to continue.

The hand gripping Misty down below curled around to seize onto her shorts' zipper and slowly pulled it down. May lifted her other hand off of Misty's chest to slide her suspenders off of each shoulder, and she started to plant gentle little kisses on the other girl's neck and shoulder as both hands slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts and sliding them down her legs.

Ash's hand began to slide up and down, slowly building heat.

Misty turned her head so that her mouth met May's, and the two began to drink one another, their tongues and lips dancing in rhythm. May's right hand glided up Misty's stomach to move beneath the hem of her shirt, lifting it up, until her smooth, undeveloped chest was exposed, the fingers caressing the bright pink nipple.

The other hand slithered down into Misty's panties, making her hips buck. Misty arched her back as May closed her hand over her sex.

Biting down on his lower lip, Ash pumped his cock with more vigor, getting the fire smoldering.

Now Misty had turned toward May and was pressing into her, kissing her deeper than before, the two girls hungrily pressing their mouths into one another's. Misty grabbed onto the zipper of May's shirt and yanked it down, while May pulled Misty's panties down over her ass.

The two PokeGirls went at each other without restraint, practically attacking one another as they tore each other's clothes off. Misty barely had time to lift her arms before May had yanked her yellow tanktop off and tossed it aside. Misty gripped both sides of May's shirt and pulled them apart. Then she seized both her skirt and her bike shorts and jerked them down her hips, letting her press her fingers into May's pussy while May pulled back from Misty's lips so that she could close her mouth over one of Misty's nipples.

The heat and pressure were really building now. Sweat beaded Ash's forehead and collected around his bare butt as he continued to work the shaft, moving his hand harder and harder.

Now the fantasy had changed. Now the girls were no longer making out with one another, but instead were crawling toward him on all fours, and he was no longer masturbating furiously against a tree in the forest, but was reclining on a bed with red sheets and soft pillows, cock still sticking into the air.

Let us handle that for you, the two PokeGirls said as they snuggled up to Ash, each laying a hand on his manhood. After all, it's our responsibility. We belong to you.

"Eurgh!"

The heat that had been building in Ash's loins suddenly exploded, shooting up his cock like a cannon. It felt like a firecracker went off inside his gut, and his hips bucked as agonizing pleasure poured out of him in a geyser.

And Ash was helpless to do anything to stop it. He groaned as his muscles all seized up and he collapsed as surging throes wracked his body, caught in the throes of his very first orgasm.

Finally it receded. The fire had been satisfied, and slowly everything cooled. Ash could feel his penis softening in his hand.

He had done it.

Panting heavily, slick with sweat, and now having to go to the bathroom for real, Ash opened his eyes, wondering what kind of mess he was going to have to clean up.

There was none. His penis and the area around it, while not exactly dry, didn't seem to have expelled anything.

Ash blinked. Wait, wasn't something supposed to have come out? Wasn't there supposed to be something white and sticky? There always was in those videos Gary had insisted that he watch! And it certainly felt like there had been.

Was there something wrong with him? Was he broken? And if so, what was he going to tell the girls when they found out?

How are they going to find out, stupid? whispered one part of his mind.

How do you think, genius? replied another. Have you seen what they're like?

As Ash sat there with his pants and underwear still pushed down his legs, caught up in both the afterglow and his worry about his physical prowess, he was suddenly struck by the feeling of being watched.

He bolted up, and hastily yanked his pants back up. "Um, hello?" he said. "Is someone there?"

Now that he was no longer furiously trying to relieve an entire day's worth of pent-up frustration, he noticed just how creepy his surroundings were. The shadows of the forest had seemed to deepen around him, shrouding entire swaths in darkness.

Swallowing, he nervously looked around. Nothing jumped out at him. He listened intently. The only sound was the gentle breeze and the gentle call of a Hoothoot.

I'm just getting jumpy, he thought. Sighing, he slid his pants off again and saw to the other release that he needed, sending a long stream of urine against the tree.

It took a long time to finally empty his bladder, but once he was done he felt so much better. He pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt.

Then he heard the sound of leaves crunching.

Ash whirled around. There was something out there, something watching him! But what? And where?

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Something was moving through the grass, slithering into a nearby bush, something long and sinuous.

The Ekans! No, wait, it wasn't an Ekans. The color was wrong, and it was much too thick.

Then the bush started shaking.

His curiously now fully gone, Ash turned and ran back to camp.

Fortunately nothing leapt out at him on the way back, and even the girls seemed to have fallen asleep. Still shaking, Ash kicked his shoes off and climbed back into his sleeping bag. He now greatly regretted not taking the time to set the tent up.

He closed his eyes, and was relieved to find his mind already starting to slip, even with the fright still fresh. Hopefully nothing would try to eat him as he slept.

Ash rolled over, but as he did, something in his jacket pocket poked him. Frowning, he stuck his hand in and fished around until his fingers closed around something small and metal. That was odd. He thought he had given Misty all of her Pokemon back.

Drawing it out, he found himself holding the human ball containing the purple-haired Rocket Grunt.

Ash blinked. Oh yeah, he still had to take care of that. The plan had been to drop the human ball off with the police, but that had ended up not happening.

And now he still had her.

Shivering, Ash slipped the human ball back into his pocket and buttoned it up. Hopefully he would find the opportunity to relieve himself of her, because just carrying her around with him just felt ghastly.

But that had to wait for tomorrow. Finally sleep was creeping up on him.

It had been, he reflected as he slowly drifted off, an exceptionally weird day.

…

Interlude 6

Jessie…wasn't doing or thinking much at all.

Because she was still inside of her human ball.

So she couldn't do anything even if she tried.

…

A few minutes prior…

"Oh, you know if there was even one, it would find and try to eat Ash," May said.

Misty snickered. Yeah, that would hold with the sort of day Ash was having.

Holding each other within the sleeping bag, the two girls listened as Ash left the campsite and plunged into the forest. When they were sure that he was fully out of earshot, May said, "You know he's just going to jerk off."

"Well, obviously! Honestly, he deserves credit for holding it in for so long."

Giggling, May snuggled into Misty's shoulder. "Do you think we overdid it?"

"You did, definitely. And, oh, by the way? You still owe me."

"Right, right." May slid her hand down between their bodies and slipped it down Misty's shorts.

Misty let out a soft sigh as May's fingers went to work. "Oh, that's good."

"Of course it is. It's me!" May kissed Misty on the cheek.

The two lay cuddled together in Misty's sleeping bag for a time, staring up at the stars, while May continued to service her trainer. Misty always liked sleeping outdoors with May, especially in cooler weather. Ever since she had become a fire-typed PokeGirl, her body was just so warm to the touch. It was like wrapping herself in an electric blanket, one that had tits.

"So," May said after some time had passed. "Ash. What do you think of him?"

Misty frowned in slight annoyance of having to hold a conversation while being fingered. "Hmmm? Oh, I like him. Not…sure how he's going to cut it as a trainer though. He just gets so nervous and flustered."

"Well, to be fair, most people do after spending about five minutes with us."

"I guess you have a point. Well, come to think of it, you actually have known him longer than me. What do you think of him?"

"Oh, he's cool! I mean, sure, he gets all red in the face and starts tripping over his words and apologizing a lot when we tease him, but he actually kicked all kinds of butt back at the PokeCenter!"

"So I've heard! Took down a Houndour on his own, apparently?"

"Uh-huh! And he just jumped in and got control of the situation when that Ekans was squeezing me!"

"I bet you liked that," Misty said dryly.

"Oh, you betcha," May said, using her ring and pointer finger to massage Misty's pussy lips while sliding in her middle finger.

"Mmmm." Misty moaned in approval. "Okay. Keep doing that. So you think he has potential."

"Lots of it! The guy's got talent, and he seems like such a sweetheart. Plus, he'll get used to us being, well, us eventually. So yeah, I think he'll work out fine."

"Hmmm." Misty looked up at the sky. "You're planning on screwing his brains out, aren't you?"

May, who had been nuzzling against Misty's neck, snorted in sudden laughter, accidentally blowing a big fat raspberry against Misty's skin. "Me? I thought that was your goal!"

"May, I may be a pervert, but you're a full-on nymphomaniac."

"Oh, you can't lie to me! You've been making moon-eyes at that boy all night!"

"In fun! Because we were teasing him!"

May pulled her free hand out of the sleeping bag to jab it into Misty's cheek. "Come on. Just admit that you like him."

Misty huffed. "I've only known him for a couple hours! You're the one that got to see how brave and valiant he is!"

"Fine," May said with an exaggerated sigh. "I'll be the one to screw his brains out. One of us has to."

Misty frowned. "Have you ever, um, you know, done it with a guy?"

That just made her friend laugh. "Who would I even do it with? I was homeschooled, and dad never let any boy come near me! Besides, even the cute ones were too busy collecting RoboMech cards or eating mud to care about girls. What about you?"

"No," Misty admitted.

"Really?" Grinning, May pressed her face against Misty's. "Not even any of the ones who came to your gym?"

"No," Misty said with a scowl.

"I mean, I know the grown-up ones wouldn't be allowed to, but you've got to have had a few kid trainers around our age looking to get totally humiliated. So there's been no wide-eyed cutie who got curbstomped and didn't have enough money to pay the forfeit so you decided that he was going to pay using his-"

Groaning, Misty shoved May away, at least as much as the sleeping bag would allow. "No, May!"

"I'm your first? Seriously?"

"Yes! Seriously! And stop rubbing me. You've killed the mood."

"Oh!" May pulled her hand out of Misty's shorts. "Sorry."

By then Misty was too worked up with annoyance to be bothered by the fact that he had yet to cum. "All the trainers that come to my gym are always so…stupid!" she complained. "They're just so full of themselves, so cocky and braggy, it's infuriating! They never take me seriously because I'm a kid, even when I win! And then you get the ones who are all like, 'Hey, little girl! You can pop your Cloyster into my pokeball any day!'"

"Wow, that is so very lame."

Misty nodded. "And then my sisters go and sleep with them anyway, right after they disrespected me! And it's always the ones who disrespect me! And when I say something, they just laugh and pat me on the head and say that someday I'll understand. It's my gym! If I wanted to, I could kick their stupid swimming show out, and there'd be nothing they could do about it!"

May slipped her hands around Misty's bare midriff and rested her chin on her shoulder. "Why don't you, then?"

"Because…" Misty sighed. Oh, how many times had she asked herself that question? "Because someone has to be the nice one, that's why!"

"Also people pay lots of money to see the show and you still have bills to pay."

"Oh, will you drop it already?" Misty said.

"Is that why you don't want him knowing that you're a Gym Leader? Because you might end up introducing him to your-"

"Leave it, May!"

The two fell silent, and Misty found herself regretting her outburst. After all, it wasn't like May was wrong, but Misty just didn't feel like talking about it yet.

"So…" May said after the silence had gone on long enough. "You covered a lot of ground just now."

Misty sighed. "Sorry. It's…ugh. People are so gross."

"Then why do you hang out with me?"

"Because you're not gross. You're just completely bugnuts insane. I mean, what twelve-year-old girl wants to be a PokeGirl?"

"What twelve-year-old girl can blow stuff up with her mind?" May retorted. "Me! That's who! Me!"

Chuckling, Misty shifted around so that they were facing one another. "Yeah, but I like that about you." She said, gently touching May's cheek.

May smiled and cupped Misty's hand with her town. "Why, thank you." She held onto her shirt's zipper and slowly brought it down. "I present you with my tits. Use them well."

Well, don't mind if I do. Misty slipped her hand inside of May's shirt to cup May's breast. "You're too kind," she said, rolling the nipple around between her fingers.

"Mmmm," May hummed in approval. She sighed. "So. Getting back to Ash…"

Misty shrugged. "Well, he's just so…"

"Horny."

Misty gave her a look. "May…"

"But in a really cute way!"

Misty shook her head. "Well, I was going to say earnest. And awkward. He wears his heart on his sleeve."

"Which is now really torn up," May pointed out.

Ugh. That. "I never want to see another Spearow as long as I live," Misty said with a shiver. She thought for a moment, and then put her other hand inside May's shirt. Playing with her boobs always made her feel better. It was like squeezing a stress ball, in a way. "But anyway, he almost got both of us killed because he was being an idiot, but he also got all the Spearows to chase him so that they wouldn't hurt me. And then he ran all the way to Viridian City to save my life. And when he let me out of the human ball, he the first thing he did was apologize and offer to release me."

"Which is stupid," May said, draping her arms around Misty and resting them on her butt. "I mean, who would let a babe like you go?"

Misty laughed. "But he meant it! He really didn't want anything bad to happen to me."

"He's a good guy," May agreed. "Just…totally clueless about a lot of things. But man, does that boy want to be a Pokemon master."

That he did. "You really think he has what it takes?"

"Oh, you should've seen him back there!" May enthusiastically gibed. "He was great! For a rookie, anyway!"

Misty cocked an eyebrow. "He was lobbing human balls at Spearows thinking he was throwing pokeballs at Pidgeys."

"So he had a rough start. He's got you to teach him now, doesn't he?"

"I guess so," Misty admitted, both of her hands now pressing into May's boobs and gently kneading them, feeling the nipples poke against her palms. She grinned. "This actually could be a lot of fun."

"And yes, I am going to screw him," May declared.

Misty paused, and then withdrew her hands with a sigh. "No, you're not."

"I will. I'm a-poppin' that Cherubi."

"No!" Misty bumped her shoulder into May's. "Leave him alone!"

"I'm gonna bang that boy like a Bronzor," May said, her sultry grin not wavering. "I'm gonna to conscript the smartest Alakazams and have them design me the perfect machine to be assembled by an army of Machamps that I will use to tap. That. Ass! I'm going to plant my flag between those sweet cheeks and claim him for Maytopia. I'm gonna rock him like a Geodude using Rollout. I'm gonna-"

"All right, stop!" Misty clapped her palm over May's mouth. "Why you want to have sex with him so badly?"

May moved Misty's hand out of the way. "Because he's adorable! Besides, if you won't, then someone has to! And you're his PokeGirl!"

"Fine!" Misty turned back around and folded her arms. "I'll sleep with him!"

"Good."

After a moment Misty amended, "Eventually."

"You have one month."

"What?" Misty stiffened, and then turned around again to stare at May in disbelief. "Are you-"

"Shhh." May pressed a finger against Misty's lips, silencing her. "One. Month. By then we'll be well into Mt. Moon, so that gives you plenty of time."

"Just one month?" Misty said, her tone pleading.

May shrugged. "Well, if you want to go find him right now, be my guest!"

"One month." Oh, this was going to be weird. "Fine."

Then May's grin returned. "Can I have a shot after you're done?"

Sighing, Misty turned away from her. "Yes, May. After I'm done."

There was a long pause, and then May started to chant in a whisper, "Threesome. Threesome. Threesome."

Misty sighed again.

Chuckling, May snuggled up against her, spooning her body against Misty's back. "Can I finish fingering you now?"

Well, might as well. The thought of having to seduce Ash and take his virginity within a month had gotten Misty worked up, and she needed a release. "Yes, please," she muttered.

May's hand slid back down her stomach and into her panties.

This time she didn't waste time teasing or taking it slow. She went right in, slipping her middle finger right in while her other fingers went to work on the outside of Misty's pussy. Sighing, Misty closed her eyes and just let herself enjoy the experience.

"You know your first time with Ash is going to be real disappointing," May said as she drew that elusive orgasm nearer and nearer. "Since all you have is me to compare him to-"

Misty let out a soft groan as the familiar warmth finally reached a crescendo, lifting her up on a wave of pleasure before bringing her crashing down to dissolve into foam.

Unfortunately, she wasn't given any time to bask in the afterglow, as May immediately yanked her head away and yelped in pain.

"May?" Frowning, Misty turned around. "What's…uh…"

May was blinking in surprise. Also, her hair was now ridiculous, poofed up around her head like a Pyroar's mane.

Misty stared. She knew she ought to ask questions but for the life of her couldn't think of where to start.

"Your…Your hair…" she said at last.

May blinked again. Then she lifted a hand to touch her head. Confirming the poof, she hastily combed it out with her fingers.

"Your pussy shocked me!" she said.

"What? No, it didn't!"

"Yes, it did! Right when you came! It was like licking a car battery!"

"Well, it couldn't have been me! My pussy is not electric powered, thank you very much!"

May scowled. "I know what I felt, Misty. That was you."

"Uh, no. Because that's impossible. Because I can't shock people. Because."

"Huh." May quirked an eyebrow. "Misty, are you sure-"

Misty turned away from her. "Goodnight, May."

"But-"

"Good! Night!"