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.

15. (B)rock and Roll, Part 5!

(B)rock and Roll, Part 5!

To put it mildly, Ash's awakenings had become something of a mixed bag as of late.

Tent or no tent, Viridian Forest had been an uncomfortable place to sleep and an even more uncomfortable place to wake up, and waking up with itchy, flaky skin in a rough sleeping bag had been outright hellish at times. Sure, roughing it was something he had expected, but he hadn't thought that he would have ended up with some kind of skin condition so early.

However, there had been a few times in which he had awoken to absolutely stunning circumstances, and those usually had a lot to do with finding one or more lovely young girls pressed up against him, in various stages of undress.

First had been that one morning in which he had found a very naked May snuggled up in his sleeping bag with him, followed immediately with her humping him quite a bit. That had been…nice. A little frustrating in how quickly it had ended, but nice.

The second time had been the day after, which had also involved May. Granted, she had her clothes on that time, and the incident with Misty had been looming over their heads, but the feel of her warm body spooned against his had been quiet pleasant. As had the handful of boob. And, while awkward, so had having his dick pressed into her butt.

The third occurred after that really nice nap their first day in Pewter City. That time, he had two pretty girls pressed up to either side, neither of them wearing pants. Granted, one was the one that he had found out to have zero sexual or romantic chemistry with, but it had still been nice. And it had been the first time he had woken up with Misty. Touching her was…special, in a way that was hard to describe. Touching Yellow had been…weird. Nice in some ways, but still weird. Touching May was kind of fantastic. But there was just something about the feel of Misty's flesh against his, about how the touch of her bare skin sent jolts of lightning through his body and cold shivers down his spine, about how the press of her lips against his made him want to melt and yet filled him with strength.

This, however, left them all far behind.

It was the warmth that his sleepy mind felt first, that of the soft, naked flesh held in his arms and the much hotter (in terms of actual temperature; when it came to attractiveness they were on equal footing) body holding him from behind.

Ash cracked one eyelid open, saw what amounted to an orange blur filling his hazy vision, and closed it again.

Oh, right, he thought. Misty. I'm sleeping with Misty. That's Misty in my arms.

Well, wasn't that nice? No wonder it felt so good, almost like hugging a big teddy bear.

A big, soft teddy bear in the form of a nearly naked girl, one that that was cuddled up tight against him, with his body curled up against her back. One of his arms was draped around her waist, with both of Misty's hands clasped around the back of his hand, holding it to her heart. The soft rhythm of her heartbeat thumped against his palm.

Huh.

A part of Ash's mind was quite insistent that he ought to be reacting more strongly to the obscenely unlikely situation he had found himself in, but the truth was he was just too comfortable to do much more than stay where he was and enjoy it.

Besides, it wasn't as if he were the only one. There was more bare skin pressed against his back. Actually, there was quite a lot of it, and while he had no objection to that at all, the positioning was quite confusing, as was the number of legs entwined with his own.

Ash's mind was still sleepy and not really feeling up to doing any sort of calculations, but the oddness of what he was feeling really couldn't be ignored. Okay, May was probably snuggled up to him from behind, but if so, then what was that skinny butt pressed into his own, and why did two of her legs feel like they were different sizes?

Oh. Oh, wait. Yellow was probably pressed up in between them, sandwiched between Ash's back and May's front, with May's arm draped over them both.

Well, it was an awkward fit, but that was fine. It wasn't like it was unpleasant or anything. Still, now that he was a little more awake, he became aware of something that he didn't care for. There was a particularly strong odor, one that reminded him a bit of sweaty laundry, only less sour and more pungent. It wasn't the worst thing he had ever smelled, but it was definitely way too strong for his personal comfort.

And then Yellow said in quite the loud voice, "Ugh, we smell like sex!"

Oh, that was what that smell was.

Actually, now that Yellow had pointed it out, there were a number of things making their current cuddle pile a little gross. The smell was one, but so was just how sticky Ash felt, like he had been sweating the whole night. His hands especially felt all gunky, as if he had stuck them into fruit juice and never washed.

Oh, right. Misty and May's pussies. Yeah, they really had been…leaky.

And then there was his skin, which was itching in the most uncomfortable manner. The new cream had done wonders, but yesterday had been so hectic that he had only ever applied it in the morning, and now his body was irritably reminding him why that was a bad idea.

Still, he was reluctant to give up the delicious softness in his arms.

He heard May let out a soft chuckle behind him. "Leave to Yellow to just up and say it," she said. The bodies behind him shifted around as they sat up, and May yawned.

With a sigh, Ash opened his eyes again. Misty had begun to squirm around in his embrace. She let out a long, sleepy groan before shifting around to face him.

For one brief, beautiful moment, Ash was holding Misty to his bare chest, her freckled face mere inches from his. Her eyes were still closed, her lovely mouth slightly parted as she breathed easily, the warmth of her breath tickling his lips. It reminded him of that time at the lake, as they had held each other under the water, right before everything that had gone wrong, when he could feel her heart beating against his chest and knew that she could feel his, when her strong legs had been entwined with his own, when her hands had moved over him in caressing touches before holding him tight. Sure enough, though she was still half-asleep, Misty was reflexively slipping her arms around his waist, seeking to pull his warmth closer.

Then Misty's eyelids parted, and Ash found himself staring into twin pools of bright emerald. Her brow creased in puzzlement, as in her sleepy state she probably had no idea why she was waking up to his face.

Ash froze in place. What did he say? Should he say anything at all? Should he apologize? Wait, why should he apologize? He hadn't done anything wrong! Maybe he should kiss her. She seemed to like kissing him. But what if she didn't appreciate it, what if he made her angry and-

Then Misty's face relaxed, and the edge of her lips perked up. "Oh, hey," she mumbled, her voice still thick from sleep.

"Uh, morning," Ash responded. He tried to make it sound casual and confident, but he was quite certain that the rapid beating of his heart against her chest betrayed him.

Misty yawned and, miracle of miracles, didn't pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes and leaned in, her nose burrowing into his neck and collarbone, her disheveled hair tickling his chin.

Oh.

Still unsure of what to do, Ash turned his head ever so slightly to glance over his shoulder. May was there, kneeling just behind him with Yellow's still-sleepy form cradled in her lap. Yellow's panties had been pulled down to her knees, and May was sliding her fingers up and down Yellow's slit as casually as one might play with a friend's hair, all the while watching Ash with a knowing smile.

Ash was already hard, but something about seeing his friend get pleasured by a topless fire goddess enflamed his loins and made his dick absolutely start throbbing. It was sandwiched between his and Misty's bellies now, every small movement provided delicious friction, with even her gentle breathing causing her tummy to press in and out against his length.

Misty let out a soft sigh. "Are you gonna cum all over me?" she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

"Uh…"

"Really prefer if you didn't."

Ash wondered if he ought to bring up his worrying inability to ejaculate. It might set her mind at ease, but it also wasn't exactly something he wanted to call attention to.

And then Misty's nose wrinkled. "Ugh," she said. "Yellow was right about the smell. We reek!"

"Yeah." May inhaled deeply, held the breath, and let it out as a happy sigh. "It's great, isn't it?"

"All right, shower time!" Misty abruptly sat up, breaking Ash's grip on her. She extended her arms above her head and bent her body back, easing wakefulness back into her muscles.

Then she looked down to see Ash staring slack-jawed up at the glorious sight. "What are you gawking at?" she said. She seized him by the wrist. "Get up!"

Ash found himself hoisted to his feet, which did the trick of banishing the last lingering remnants of sleep from his mind. He shook his head and looked around.

May was already up and headed for one of the bathrooms, half-leading, half-dragging a still drowsy Yellow behind her, who was nodding and yawning with every step. At some point Yellow had divested herself of her panties completely, which were now loosely held in her other hand, baring her skinny little butt.

Misty followed as the entered the bathroom, pulling Ash along with her. He was more than happy to follow, but just before passing over the threshold, he found himself attacked by an onslaught of nerves. Sure, he had just spent the night cuddled up to three practically naked girls, but this was, for all intents and purposes, the girls' room! You just didn't enter the girls' room!

Feeling him hanging back, Misty paused and looked over her shoulder. "What's with you?"

"It's just…shouldn't I be going for the other bathroom?"

Misty blinked. "I, uh…"

Then a low, belabored groan sounded from inside the bathroom. "Oh, for the love of-Stop making this weird and get in here!"

May suddenly reached out to grab both of them and hauled them inside.

Ash took several stumbling steps on the smooth tile before regaining his balance. His heart hammering away, he slowly looked about at the marvelous scene unfolding around him.

Yellow was already naked and depositing her panties into the laundry chute, while May was crouching over to slide her bike shorts down her legs. Straightening up, she ruffled her own hair with her fingers before shaking it out, letting it waft down over her shoulders. Then, catching Ash staring at her, she shot him a wink and turned around to head for the laundry chute as well, one hand on her bare hip while the other idly swung her shorts back and forth on one outstretched finger, her juicy butt swaying in deliberate fashion with every step.

Slowing breathing out, Ash glanced over to Misty, who was also staring at May's delectable rear with a hint of pink around her nose and open desire in her eyes. Misty caught Ash's look and let out an exasperated sigh of her own.

"You see what I've had to put up with this whole time?" she muttered to him.

Ash heard her, but the words didn't really register. His eyes had slipped down from her face to the sweat-slicked skin of her torso.

"Ash?"

Man, she had some really nice abs for a girl her age. Ash wasn't really into muscles the same way May was, but he still appreciated a fine specimen when he saw one.

"Ash, are you listening?"

Misty's panties were still moist, causing them to cling to her slender hips and the contours of her groin, their pink material now nearly transparent. Ash's tongue slid out to slide over his drying lips.

Part of him was vaguely aware of what sounded like another groan of exasperation, but it didn't mean much to him. After all, how could he, when such naked perfection was standing before him-

And then a pair of strong fingers flicked him in the forehead. Hard.

"Ow!" Ash stumbled back and clutched at his brow. "What was that for?"

Shaking her head, Misty walked past him toward the laundry chute. "Ash, how are you not used to this by now?"

"Hey, you're the one to talk! I saw you staring at May just…" The remainder of the sentence died in his throat when Misty hooked the waist of her panties with one thumb and tugged them down.

"It's PokeGirl hormones, okay?" Misty said irritably as she tossed in her soggy underwear in with Yellow and May's. "They do things like that! What's your excuse?"

Despite the baring of his favorite butt, Ash felt just a bit of indignation. If his friends were going to insist on getting naked around him all the time, then he felt that he was entitled to stare a little! "Oh, is that what you think?" he growled, seizing both sides of his boxers.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Misty said as she turned back around to face him. "I mean, it's been over a week! You should…oh."

All the exasperation evaporated from Misty's face when she saw Ash standing there fully in the buff, his boxers being kicked aside and his boyish cock extending stiffly from him like a flagpole.

Now that the shoe was on the other foot, Ash folded his arms and smirked.

Misty was right about one thing: the last week had gotten him used to a lot of things that would previously have filled him with embarrassment. After all, a girl was staring right at his penis, and knowing that just filled him with smug satisfaction. Now she definitely couldn't take exception to his ogling!

But then Misty didn't stop staring. She just stood there, naked as the day she was born, hands loosely hanging at her sides while her face flushed pink. She was starting to breathe heavily, her freckled chest slowly rising and falling as her eyes remained focused on Ash's erection.

Ash blinked. Oh, uh, wow. This was…a bit more than he had been expecting.

And then something wondrous happened. Moving so slowly that she probably wasn't even aware of what she was doing, Misty's right hand move inward to brush over her thigh and seize her groin.

All of Ash's smugness evaporated as Misty began to masturbate. Specifically, as she began to masturbate to him.

Ash felt the rest of the world melt away, leaving only the naked goddess standing before him, pleasuring herself to the sight of his body. It was like slipping into a trance, falling into a dream, a dream that he never wanted to wake from, a dream where-

"Why are you guys rubbing to each other instead of rubbing each other?"

"Shhh, don't ruin it!"

Ash blinked, as did Misty. Then they both looked away from each other to see Yellow and May watching them, May standing behind the smaller girl with her arms draped over Yellow's shoulders.

May sighed. "See? Why'd you stop them?"

Stop? Stop what? Misty was the one who-

Then Ash glanced down and saw that his hand was gripping his shaft with one hand. He hastily released it as Misty made the same realization and yanked her hand away from her pussy.

"God, you two are infuriating," May groused as she straightened up, moving her arms back to rest her hands on Yellow's shoulder. "Adorable, but infuriating." She shrugged. "Oh well, let's get cleaned up. I'll handle Yelly-Belly over here. You two can wash each other."

The reflex to protest rose up within Ash, to say that Misty didn't have to if she didn't want to, but fortunately the memory of what had happened in the museum popped into his head just in time, and he was able to squash it.

He glanced back to Misty, who did seem a little unsure about things. "Um, do you want to?" he asked.

Softly biting down on her lower lip, Misty's bright emerald eyes flitted down again at his groin before going up to meet Ash's gaze. She slowly nodded.

Oh.

Wow, okay.

May had pulled one of the showerheads out from the left shower cubicle and was spraying Yellow down. Both were standing, leaving the stool free.

They again glanced at each other. "Um, I should…probably do you first," Ash said.

Misty blinked. "Do?"

"Yeah?" Ash frowned. What did she think he meant? "You know, wash you."

"Oh. That's what…I see. You sure, though? I mean, you're the one with the skin issue."

"Yeah, but it'll take longer, since you have to rub the lotion in after. So, um, shouldn't we do you…first?"

Misty raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Ash said.

"Are you sure that's the reason, and you just aren't looking for an excuse to rub me down?"

Great. After all the smooth confidence he had suddenly been emboldened with last night, here he was, finding himself tongue-tied again.

"I…uh…"

Then Misty's eyes flitted back down to Ash's dick, which was still extending straight and stiff. She licked her lips.

"Okay."

"Huh?"

Misty walked over to the stool and sat down. "Okay. Go ahead."

Wow. Okay, indeed.

Ash shot a glance over to their friends. May had crossed one arm across Yellow's chest and under her armpits, hugging the younger girl into her breasts. Her other hand was holding the showerhead and had it aimed directly at Yellow's groin, spraying her pussy with warm water. May had lowered her face into where Yellow's neck met her shoulder and was planting small kisses up the slope of her neck. She noticed Ash staring at them and her eyes crinkled with amusement.

Every day it seemed that they came closer and closer to May's dream of turning their little adventuring party into a non-stop orgy. And Ash wasn't even sure if he was even opposed.

Ash hastily went for the other shower cubicle and pulled the showerhead down from its mount. There were also several washcloths sitting folded on racks set in the wall, so he retrieved one of them as well. Then he turned his attention back to Misty.

Misty was sitting hunched over, her bare back and head bowed, her unbound hair lying tousled against the back of her neck. Her hands were gripping the sides of the stool, with a slight tremble in her fingers.

Man, she's so pretty.

Yes. Yes, she is.

And cool.

She was that too.

And she belongs to you.

Ash blinked. Then he shook his head to banish the thought.

Only technically. Besides, I'm releasing her soon.

Soon is not now.

Best not to think about that.

Selecting the option for warm, soapy water and a gentle water pressure, Ash lifted the showerhead and began spraying her back. She shivered at first, but as he continued to bathe her, she began to relax.

Once Misty's back was covered with suds, Ash set the showerhead aside and moved in with the washcloth. As soon as it touched her shoulder blade, she tensed up, and Ash froze.

Then Misty breathed out, her muscles relaxing. After a moment of hesitation he set to work scrubbing her back.

Fortunately, once he actually got to work, the weirdness seemed to fade away, and the experience felt a bit more natural. Still very pleasant, though. He had to admit, him extending his fingertips just past the edge of the washcloth to brush against her skin wasn't exactly an accident. However, if Misty noticed, then she didn't object.

"This is nice," Misty remarked as Ash ran the washcloth up and down the sides of her waist.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"I mean, the last time we were in the water together, it didn't turn out so great, but so far…" She let out a pleased sigh.

Ash paused. "Uh, that whole thing isn't going to happen again, is it? You know, the zapping…"

"Better not!" May called. "I went through a lot of trouble to help her keep that under control."

Misty groaned. "No, Ash, it's not."

"Okay." Ash went back to worked washing her. "Just checking."

Then he slid the washcloth down and gave the side of her rump a squeeze.

Misty let out a soft snort. "You're really into butts, aren't you?"

"Well…"

"Can you blame him?" May called. She had Yellow turned around and pressed into her front with one arm around the smaller girl's shoulders, pressing Yellow's face in between her breasts, while the other was running the shower spray up and down Yellow's back. "My girl got that badonkadonk!"

"That what?" Yellow said into May's chest.

"Big juicy booty!" In demonstration, May blasted Yellow's bottom with soapy water.

"Could you quit it with the commentary?" Misty said crankily.

"Sorry, sorry. Ending the mood-killing now."

Well, that was a relief. Shaking his head, Ash finished up with Misty's back and turned his attention upwards.

"Okay, close your eyes," Ash said. "I'm going to do your hair."

He switched the showerhead's setting from soap to shampoo. Then he lifted it right over her head and sprayed it onto her head, covering her hair with suds. He then set the washcloth aside and ran his fingers through her locks, working out the knots and kneading in the shampoo, lathering it all through her orange-red hair.

Man, this felt good. Granted, touching Misty always felt good, but this also felt strangely natural. It wasn't even that erotic or anything like that. It was sort of like stroking an affectionate cat or something.

Of course, that was a silly comparison. Misty was a human being, not an animal. Still, as he saw the previous night, people did keep PokeGirls at pets. And she did belong to him, after all…

Huh.

Ash switched off the shampoo and sprayed the suds away. When he was done, Misty roughly shook her head, sending droplets flying.

"I guess…you're going to have to do my front now, huh?" she said, running her fingers through her hair, smoothing the locks out.

Ash looked down at the showerhead in his hands. He picked up the washcloth and thoughtfully ran the moist material through his fingers.

Aw, what the heck.

Ash leaned his body against Misty's back, his smooth, boyish chest pressing into her shoulder blades. She felt so soft against him, so warm. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand reaching up to close around the flesh surrounding her left nipple while the one holding the washcloth went down to press into her belly.

Misty's body went rigid. "Ash?"

Ash didn't answer. He just swished the washcloth back and forth, moving it over the slight bumps of her abs, gradually traveling upward to pass it across her undeveloped chest, all the while half-expecting Misty to tear away from him and rip him a new one, or at the very least push him away.

To his surprise, she didn't. In fact, the more he touched her, the more her tightened muscles began to soften. The slight tremble in her shoulders eased away, and she seemed to melt into his arms, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Okay then…

As he gently scrubbed around her collarbone, he released her chest with his other hand and slid it down her toned body, seeking the pleasurable warmth nestled between her legs.

Two times already Ash had had the privilege of touching Misty's most precious place and pleasuring her to completion, and while he was starting to learn his way around, the familiarity did not dilute the specialness of laying his fingers on her soft lower lips. The shock was lesser, but it was no less special, and now he at least had some idea of what he was doing. Sort of.

Again Misty's body tensed up, her fingers gripping the sides of the stool so hard that the knuckles began to turn white. And again Ash paused, waiting to see if she would let him continue or not.

She did. The tension eased out from her and she slowly exhaled. "You are getting just a little too bold for your own good, Mister," she said.

"You're the one to talk," he said, reaching down to pick the showerhead off the tiled floor.

"So, what, this is payback for all those times I teased you?"

"A little." Ash sank his fingers in, eliciting a small gasp. "But I just enjoy doing it."

"Wh-What?" Misty stammered as Ash began to massage the warm flesh. "Torturing me?"

"No." Ash thumbed the soap and shampoo settings to OFF, increased the heat and decreased the pressure. "Making you feel good."

With one hand exploring the crevice of her slit and coaxing the lips to separate, he brought the showerhead around and sprayed her opening.

Misty's head arched back as she let out a strangle-sounding cry. Her hips shook and thighs squeezed together. Moments later she was kicking her heels into the floor.

Then she slumped forward with a loud groan. Smirking, Ash drew back from her, turning the shower spray onto his hand to get the residue off.

Misty was hunched forward, the bumps of her spine standing out against her pink skin, hands planted on her knees as she panted. "This…is your fault," she said as she slowly stood up, treating Ash to a spectacular view of her bottom. "You made him like this! I'm blaming you!"

"Blame, gladly accepted!" May said. She had Yellow laid flat on her back and was busy pumping a finger in and out of the skinny blonde's opening, making her squirm and writhe. "Apologize, I absolutely will not!"

Misty shook her head, sending tiny droplets flying from her soaked locks. Then she raked her fingers through her hair and furiously shook her head again, this time to dislodge as much water as possible.

Then she abruptly turned to face Ash, her hands planted firmly on the curve of her hips, her freckled face bright pink with irritation and…other things. "Okay, Wise Guy," she snapped. "You had your fun." She stuck a thumb toward the stool. "Your turn. Sit."

Ash didn't immediately answer. He was too entranced with the majestic sight of her beautifully bare body.

"Ugh, seriously?! You've seen me naked how many times? And yet you're still-" Misty seized Ash by the shoulders, got behind him, and shoved him toward the stool. "I guess I ought to be flattered, but still! Sit!"

Breathing out, Ash complied, gingerly sitting down on the stool. He spread his legs, placed his hands on his knees, and slowly breathed out. Then he waited.

A moment later warm, soapy water gently sprayed onto his back. Despite Misty using one of the softer settings, Ash's skin was still a little raw, and he couldn't help but wince. The water immediately shut off.

"Does it hurt?" Misty said.

"It's fine," Ash said. "You can keep going."

There was a brief second of hesitation, and then the spray returned. This time Ash just let it. It stung a little, but the pleasure from the warm water sliding down his bare back was so much stronger.

Misty silently sprayed him all over his back, and then she carefully laid the washcloth against his pink skin and began to scrub. Ash winced a little, but didn't ask for her to stop.

"You're still kind of flaky," she said.

"Uh, y-yeah," Ash said. The sudden burst of confidence was now starting to dissipate. He swallowed. "Probably should have, you know, cleaned up last night."

"Hmmm. Well, you were…occupied."

Ash looked down at his hands, which were still sticky with Misty and May's dried arousal. "Yeah."

Misty silently continued to wash Ash's back. Personally, he felt that she was moving a little slower and taking a little longer than was strictly necessary, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. She could take the time that she wanted.

Then he heard a soft, squeaking gasp.

Ash glanced in the sound's direction. Then he inhaled sharply.

Yellow was standing pressed up against the wall, hands splayed and palms pressing down against the tiles to either side of her, one trembling leg planted against the floor while the other was thrown over May's shoulder. As for May herself, she was kneeling in front of Yellow, one arm curled around the leg on her shoulder, her face buried in between the little blonde's slim thighs, happily making slurping and sucking sounds as she ate Yellow out.

Ash almost came right then and there. Sure, he and Yellow might have zero sexual chemistry, but there was something deeply erotic about watching his oldest friend get eaten out by one of the hottest girls he had ever met.

He was so taken by the sight that he didn't notice that the washcloth had stopped scrubbing his back until he heard Misty say in irritation, "Wow, really?"

May moved back from Yellow's pussy, her mouth smeared with the younger girl's juices. "I made a deal," she said simply before going back to what she was doing. Yellow cried out and seized May's head with both hands.

"Oh, for the love of…"

Suddenly Misty was there, kneeling right in front of Ash. Ash yelped and jerked back, his stiff penis flopping up and down like a twanged door stopper.

"Relax," Misty said, holding up the shower nozzle. "I'm just washing your front. And unlike you, I actually intend to do this properly! Now straighten up."

Ash did, though he didn't look away. He just silently watched as Misty ran the shower and the washcloth over his chest and stomach, clearing away any remaining flakes of dead skin and leaving the new layer baby pink. After that came his arms and hands, cleaning away the stickiness. And then his legs. Ash's nostrils flared, but he remained still.

Then the flow of water just…stopped.

Ash glanced down. Then he swallowed.

Misty was staring straight at his cock, a hungry look in her eyes. She leaned, only stopping a few inches from the tip of his shaft. He could feel the warmth of her slow, heavy breathing against his cockhead.

"Uh, M-Misty?" he stammered.

Misty blinked. "Well, um, th-this is where you got. Got zapped. So, probably should…give it. Some extra attention."

"I-"

Misty closed the washcloth over the length of his shaft. This time Ash couldn't keep from wincing. His cock was the most sensitive part of him for a number of different reasons, some pleasant, others not, so it hurt quite a bit to have it scoured clean like the rest of him.

But there was no force upon the Earth that would cause him to make her stop.

To her credit, Misty was merely cleaning it, with no funny business like Ash had initiated. However, once she was done, he couldn't help but notice that she was inspecting her handiwork far longer than was necessary.

…

Three times.

So far, Misty had played with Ash's dick three times. The first time had ended badly, but so had pretty much everything that had happened that day. The other two times had been…confusing. Weird. Had filled her with a lot of conflicting emotions; not because she hadn't enjoyed it, but because she had enjoyed it way more than she had expected.

Misty had thought that it would be a nice thing to do for Ash, a way to help him relieve a little stress after a long day. But every time they touched she wanted to melt. Every time they held hands she would gladly have kept on walking until the soles of her shoes fell just to keep their fingers entwined. Every time they held each other all she wanted was for time to stand still and let them stay that way. Every time they kissed there were fireworks exploding behind her eyes and lightning surging through her core. And every time her hand made contact with his privates, it was all she could do to not start furiously masturbating right then and there. Fortunately, he had been more than happy to pick up the slack.

Sure, that could be chalked up to PokeGirl hormones. Ash was her trainer, he had been the one to catch her, so his touch was something her body would respond positively to.

But even with that aside, she couldn't deny that for as infuriating as he could be at times, she just plain enjoyed spending time with him, even when they weren't touching each other. It reminded Misty of when she and May had first befriended each other, of all the excitement of having a friend about her own age who appreciated her for who she was. And while she would never admit this out loud, it was in some ways better, because she and Ash had more things in common than she did with May. Like herself, Ash was deeply passionate about the care and training of Pokemon, something May had never much cared about. Like herself, Ash was in a constant fight to prove himself to all the doubters that surrounded him, something that the very dismissive May didn't bother with. Like herself, Ash even liked old, cheesy sci-fi shows! She had never met anyone who liked old, cheesy sci-fi shows!

But even then, she couldn't deny the yearning inside of her every time she saw his boyish sex, nor the tingling thrill that swept through her whenever she touched it, nor how much it turned her on as he squirmed and cried out in response to her touch, nor the intense feeling of satisfaction when he finally came.

And maybe that's why doing so left her so uneasy, because for as resolute as she was in her decision to return to her responsibilities, every time they touched the doubts she had about that decision grew stronger and stronger. She wanted to go home. She wanted to return to normal. She wanted to stop becoming aroused by pretty much everything, to stop being tied to a typing that was the antithesis to everything she centered her career as a Pokemon trainer around, for things to revert to some form of simplicity.

But when she was with Ash, when she was touching her and he was touching him, she would gladly throw everything away to be lost in that moment forever.

And now, as the two of them gazed wordlessly at one another, with his rigid erection mere inches away from her face, she realized that she had never wanted anything or anyone more than she wanted him in that moment.

Misty gently and carefully leaned in to touch her lips to the tip. Ash sucked in air through his teeth at the touch, and she froze. But a glance up at his face confirmed that it wasn't because of pain.

"Let me know if this hurts," she said, and after he nodded she turned her attention back to his penis.

Misty leaned in, her lips parting and mouth ready to receive.

…

Ash couldn't really express with words what went through his head when Misty closed her mouth over his penis. Well, actually he could, but those words would only be expressed as a strangled scream.

He knew the softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth, the skill of her tongue. He had explored them all, and hoped to do so again in a the near future.

However, he had not expected for her to close those same lips over his penis. He had not expected for his shaft to be enclosed by that wet warmth, for her tongue to run up and down its length.

Misty had scrubbed it pretty hard to clear away any dead skin, leaving it very sensitive. And there was pain, yes.

But the bliss was so much greater. Ash was sent to paradise, every muscle clenching in ecstasy as Misty's head started to bob up and down over his hardness.

His head lolled back, his eyes rolling back into his skull. He had seen blowjobs before, mainly thanks to Gary's videos, but he honestly had never gotten the appeal. It honestly looked kind of gross. After all, didn't pee come out of there?

But no more. Now he understood, and felt a fool for ever doubting that something could be so wonderful. He was soaring above the clouds with the angels, he was floating through an ocean of joy, he was-

In incredible pain!

"Misty!" he gasped, his eyes popping open. "Te-Teeth!"

Misty's eyes widened in horror. "Sorry, sorry!" she said, immediately opening her mouth and jerking her head away. "I didn't mean to!"

Ash gripped his injured dick, waiting for the burning to subside. Oh, that had hurt. "S'kay," he mumbled. "Accident."

Misty looked distraught. "I…I should just…This isn't working, so I should-"

Oh, no. "No, you shouldn't," Ash said.

Misty's brow knitted together.

"It was an accident! They happen, okay?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Also, I said ease up," Ash said, releasing his still unsatisfied penis and leaning back. "I didn't say to stop."

"Maaaaan," May drawled. "When did you get so slick?"

Ash shot her a somewhat sheepish smile and a shrug. Then he looked down just in time to see Misty lean in to take his dick back into her mouth, more gently this time.

Even with her taking greater care not to accidentally scrape her teeth across its surface, Ash was already so hard that it didn't take long. He jerked forward as the increasingly familiar fires ignited, sending flames singing through his veins. His cock trembled and twitched as he came into Misty's mouth.

Gradually awareness seeped back into his mind, and he found himself slumped forward on the stool, hands still clutching at its sides, legs splayed as his penis went soft and limp. Misty was sitting on her knees and haunches near him, a look of total bemusement on her face, as if she had no idea what to think about what she had just done.

Ash wanted to reassure her that she had done great. It was just that he had trouble finding his voice at that moment. Or his breath.

Fortunately, someone else stepped up for him.

"Wow," he heard May say softly.

Blinking his eyes, he looked up to see Yellow and May sitting side-by-side against the wall, Yellow's hand buried in between May's legs and May's hand in between Yellow's. It was very similar to how he and Yellow had jacked each other off on their first day, only the two girls could actually see what was going on instead of just listening through the wall, and he was pretty sure that they enjoyed the experience much more than he and Yellow had.

"So, that was pretty awesome," May added.

"Did it taste weird?" Yellow asked. "May's pussy tastes all spicy-sour, like pineapple salsa!"

"No, it did not-" Then Misty's brow furrowed. "Actually, now that you mention it, it does kind of remind me of pineapple salsa."

"My penis?" Ash said in bewilderment.

"No, Ash," Misty sighed. "Not your penis."

"I taste like what?" May said flatly.

"Yeah, how would that even make sense?" Yellow chimed in, ignoring her. "You're all dry when you orgasm!"

Ash inhaled sharply. Oh no, she had noticed.

May blinked. "Oh, yeah," she said, her hand still massaging Yellow's vulva lips. "Ash, I've been meaning to ask you about that: how come you don't cum when you, er, cum."

"That didn't make sense," Yellow said.

"Shut up."

Misty paused. Then she turned to Ash, her eyebrows askew. "Actually, now that they've mentioned it…"

Ash's heart was pounding away, and this time not from arousal. Darn it, darn it, darn it, darn it! Of course they all knew! He had gotten handjobs from all three of them, hadn't he?

And because of his carelessness, they now all knew that there was something very wrong with him. He was a freak, and they all-

"Because he's still a kid!" Yellow said. "I mean, duh!"

Everyone turned to stare at her. "Er, come again?" May said.

"Keep rubbing me, then."

May withdrew her hand to flick Yellow in the cheek. "Sassy little smartass. You know what I mean!"

"Wait, you mean, there's not something wrong with me?" Ash said, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Yellow rolled her eyes. "Ash. Come on! Boy don't stare ejaculating until they've hit puberty. You still got a little bit of time before that happens."

Oh.

Suddenly, Ash felt an odd mix of relief and foolishness. He supposed he ought to have known that, but it was nice to know that he was fine.

Then something occurred to him. "Hey, wait! How do you know that?"

"Oh yeah," May added. "And why do you know what sex even smells like?"

"Oh! That! I got sick one day at school and started throwing up, so they sent me home early! But I ended up surprising my uncle and his girlfriend, because I guess they didn't hear the phone ringing when the school nurse called him, and they were having sex! But I didn't know what sex was at the time, and was really confused. Well, they got all embarrassed and put their clothes back on, but then they asked if I had any questions, and I had lots. So, that's how I know."

Ash sighed. Actually, that was a very Yellow-like reason for her to suddenly know so much about human sexuality.

"Wait, you know all that," May inquired, "but you've never heard of lesbians until I told you about it?"

"Never occurred to me to ask! I told my uncle the other night, though. He said that he's relieved that he doesn't have to watch out for any boys, especially after I've dated so many, but does say I still need to leave the door open whenever my girlfriend comes over."

Misty arched an eyebrow. "You have a girlfriend?"

"Not yet, but I will when I get back!" Yellow turned her attention to Ash. "Oh, were you worried about the no ejaculating thing? Well, don't! You're fine!"

Ash sighed. "Thanks, Yellow. I think."

"Whew," May said, leaning back against the wall. "Gotta admit, I was a little worried there."

"For…Why, do you want me to be ejaculating all over you?"

"Uh, yeah? And inside me? As soon as possible? Come on, I really want to know what it's like!" Then she glanced up at Misty, who was now looking at her rather sullenly. "Uh, I mean, as soon as that stuff is cleared, of course. When it's my turn, I mean."

Misty pursed her lips. Then she looked over to Ash.

"What?" he said.

Shaking her head, she went over the door. "Hang on," she grumbled. "I'll go get your cream."

…

Lotioning Ash up was a bit more straightforward than cleaning him up had been. He raised little fuss, but Misty got the distinct feeling that he was a little disappointed that the erotic shenanigans didn't continue.

And the scary thing was that Misty felt much the same way.

Afterward, Misty found herself standing at one of the bathroom sinks, looking at herself in the mirror, drying her hair and working it into her usual side-tie ponytail. Or at least that was the plan, but she kept getting distracted by how surprising her appearance was.

She had expected to look like a fright, a disheveled mess. And while she was certainly messy (her hair always put up a fight whenever she wanted to do anything with it), she was surprised by just how happy she looked.

There was a definite radiance to her, a flush to her cheeks, a brightness in her eyes that wasn't usually there, especially not recently. And her mouth was already half-perked up in a smile.

It wasn't what she had expected to see. However, she knew exactly why, and that knowledge was deeply troubling.

You're slipping, said the sneering voice that sounded like all of her sisters at once. Blowjobs? You're already giving him blowjobs? Keep this up, and you'll be spreading your legs for him by the end of the day.

And so what if she does? demanded the contrary voice, the one that resembled May's voice. It's what she wants.

If she does that, then that's that. She'll never be able to leave him.

Really don't see a problem with that.

That's because you're a mindless slut, and you want her to be too!

Misty closed her eyes, inhaled a deep, shuddering breath, and slowly let it hiss out. Dealing with one of those voices was tough enough. Having them argue was downright infuriating.

But they were both right. Misty was coming dangerously close to giving in. She had expected having Ash's cock in her mouth would be more awkward than anything, something sort of gross to be tolerated and gotten used to for his sake.

She hadn't expected the shock of euphoria the moment that she tasted him inside of her. The boy couldn't even ejaculate, and even this was seriously turning her on!

She had to do something. She had to regain control of the situation. It wasn't fair to Ash to keep this up. May had said that she just wanted the two of them to have a nice time, and they didn't have to anything that they weren't comfortable with. But now Misty saw the trap that she had been led into, that May was getting them so comfortable with each other that Misty might end up changing her mind about going home.

Misty couldn't blame May for what she was doing. May was, well, May, and she had at least always been honest about what she wanted. But now that she knew what was going on, Misty couldn't let herself continue down this way. It wasn't fair to any of them.

Well then, two could play that game.

She glanced over her shoulder. May was standing with Yellow at one of the full-length mirrors, helping the younger girl dry and braid her incredibly long hair. Honestly, as degenerate as their friendship was, there was still something kind of adorable about how May doted on her. It was almost like Yellow was her little sister.

That she liked to make out with. And have sex with. A lot.

Maybe she'd be better off not making those comparisons.

Then she looked over to Ash, who was at the sink next to hers, and for once not focused on the many naked girls sharing the same room as him. Rather, he was hunched over the sink, hands gripping its sides, as he stared at his own face in the mirror, jaw clenched and cheeks tense in determination, no doubt psyching himself up for his rematch with Brock. Credit where it was due: he kept his eye on the prize.

With one more quick glance over to May, Misty leaned in toward Ash. "Pssst!"

Ash jerked in surprise. "Huh?"

Misty tilted her head toward the other two girls on the other side of the bathroom. "Dare you to go grab May's boobs."

"What?" Ash's face twisted up in confusion.

"You heard me?"

"Uh…" Ash shot a look over at the fire-typed PokeGirl in question. "Are you…are you sure?"

"Come on, you know she'll like it."

"Well, true, but…"

"Double-dog dare you," Misty said with a smirk.

Ash was weakening.

"Triple-dog dare you!"

That did it. No man, woman, or child, no matter how strong of heart and resilient of spirit, could resist the power of being triple-dog dared.

"Well, okay," Ash said. He took a deep breath to steady himself before marching to the other end of the room.

There. The game was set, and Misty was making her move. Satisfied, Misty turned back to the mirror and finished straightening her side-tied ponytail.

You just told your boyfriend to grope your girlfriend so it'll be easier to get rid of them both.

Misty's fingers paused, and then her scowl deepened.

They're not my-

Yes, they are.

Shut up. Misty irritably turned away from the sight of her own face to head for the door. She was hungry. Hopefully the hotel would still be serving breakfast.

And then:

"Why, Ash! I knew you had it in you, you naughty boy!"

With a sigh Misty pushed the door open and slipped out.

…

Despite having what was undeniably the best wake-up and morning shower of his entire life, Ash still needed to remain focused. He had a goal, a mission, a fight ahead of him, and he couldn't afford to lose sight of what he needed to do.

And to do that, he needed to start by making amends with someone he had wronged.

After breakfast, he and the girls headed back to the field. Once there, Ash stood in place, rolling Tangela's pokeball around in his hand while the other three watched.

"So, if this doesn't work, what'cha gonna do?" Yellow inquired.

Ash sighed. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to find something else to take on Brock. Another grass-type, maybe, or a water-type, if I can find a stream or a lake."

Misty raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"And Tangela?" Yellow said.

"Keep training it until it's not scared anymore, I guess." Ash took a deep breath. "Well, here goes!"

He hurled the ball, and again the Terrified Terror of Viridian Forest popped out.

As the last thing she remembered before she had been recalled was fleeing in fear from the scary PokeGirl, Tangela was still in a state of panic when she materialized. "TANGY!" she cried as it looked around wildly, her vines shivering with fear.

"Easy, easy, it's okay!" Ash said, positioning himself right in front of the terrified creature. "Don't worry, they're gone, she's not there anymore." He took a pair of Tangela's vines in his hands and gave them a comforting squeeze. "It's okay. You're safe. It's okay."

Tangela's unstable eyes flitted this way and that, as if to reassure herself that she was no longer in a dark gym with a giant PokeGirl ready to tear her apart. Then she focused on Ash, her whole body still trembling.

"You're okay, you're okay," Ash murmured as he gently patted the top of her body. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you in that position."

Tangela blinked. Then it seemed to wilt, her vines slumping down as it stared down at the ground. She seemed to be ashamed of herself.

"Hey, don't be like that! It wasn't your fault. I'm the one that just dropped you in there before you were ready."

Tangela hesitated, and then reached out with several vines, gently wrapping them around Ash's hands and forearms.

"Don't worry, we'll figure this out," Ash reassured her. "But hey, the Gym Leader promises that if we want to try again, there won't be any PokeGirls! Just Pokemon. Would you like to try that?"

The look that Tangela gave him was rather skeptical.

"I promise, you won't have to fight any PokeGirls at all. They won't even be there. But if you'd rather not, then I totally understand!"

Her eyes downcast, Tangela awkwardly shuffled her feet. Then she glanced back up to Ash and nodded.

"Is that a yes? As if in, you want to try again?"

Another nod.

Ash breathed out. "Thank you. And don't worry! We'll figure all of this out. It's just going to take a little more time."

"Hard to believe that poor girl was so scary," Yellow remarked as Ash recalled Tangela into her pokeball.

Ash sighed. "Yeah," he said as he stared down at the inert sphere in his palm. Honestly, while he was having some serious doubts about Tangela's potential as a fighter, it did still infuriate him all the more that Team Rocket would hurt such a gentle creature like that.

Then Misty cleared her throat. "Um, Ash? Do you have a moment?"

May glanced at her but said nothing.

His face scrunched up in confusion, Ash tilted his head, but then nodded. "Sure," he said, rising to his feet. "What's up?"

"Since we're not sure if Tangela is ready, and your only other Pokemon is Nidoran, maybe it would help if you borrowed one of my Pokemon."

"Wait, really?" May said.

Ash's head jerked back in surprise. "What? No way!"

"Look, I know it's kind of breaking protocol, but we're already way behind schedule," Misty said with a sigh. "And finding a new Pokemon and training it to be ready to take on Brock will take you at least another week, and that's assuming you can even find something with a type advantage!"

"Uh-uh, no way," Ash said with an emphatic shake of his head. "I'm the one earning a badge, remember? That means I gotta use my Pokemon!"

Misty's freckled face contorted in an increasingly familiar scowl. "Oh, stop being so stubborn! I'm trying to do you a favor here!"

"How is that a favor?" Ash demanded. "It's practically cheating! Heck, I'm pretty sure it actually is cheating! I mean, didn't Brock say that one Gym Leader helping someone challenge another is against the rules? There's no loopholes in this!"

"Oh, will you two just stop?" May groaned as she heaved out a weary sigh. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

"Just tell him that you caught them yourself!" Misty shot back. "He won't know! There's plenty of water Pokemon out there! It's not like any of mine are tagged! You need the pokeball itself to see the owner."

"No," Ash said, again shaking his head. "It's not fair."

"Oh, stop being such a stubborn jackass." Misty took out a pair of pokeballs, expanded then, and clicked their lids. Twin pairs of essence energy shot out, forming into a pair of star-shaped creatures with gemmed cores. "Look, this is Staryu and Starmie. They're my oldest Pokemon, and more than a match for anything Brock might have!"

May cleared her throat. "Uh, didn't you say that Staryu and Starmie kind of turned their backs on-"

"HWAH!" Staryu suddenly cried out, its rays going stiff.

"Huh?" Misty said, turning toward them. Then she stiffened. "Oh, crap! I forgot! Uh, look, guys. I really am not-"

The two aquatic stars bent their top rays forward.

And then two jets of water shot out to hit Misty in the face.

Ash, May, and Yellow watched in shock as Misty sputtered and gurgled while getting drenched. Then the jets stopped, leaving her standing as a soaking mess.

Ash didn't know what to say. He knew he was a beginner in all this, but to him, the bond between Pokemon and trainer was sacred, doubly so in the case of Gym Leaders. He couldn't imagine what it must be like to be turned on like that.

And then Misty's countenance darkened into a look of enragement, and the irises of her eyes began to brighten. She clenched her hands into fists, and sparks crackled around her knuckles. "Why you traitorous little shellfish-"

"Misty, wait!" Ash cried as he thrust his hand forward. "Don't-"

It was too late. There was a bright flash of light, followed by the boom of thunder, and a moment later both Starmie and Staryu were lying prone in the grass, smoke rising from their singed bodies.

Ash's words died in his throat. Stunned, he let his hand fall.

"Oh, no," May whispered.

As for Misty, she stared down at her handiwork, confusion written all over her face. "Guys?" she said. Then she looked at her still-outstretched hand, and her eyes widened in horror.

"Wait, I didn't mean to!" she cried as she rushed to her fallen Pokemon. "I just…I didn't think…please don't-"

There was no response. Staryu and Starmie had fainted dead away.

Nobody said anything. Nobody could say anything. All anybody could do was stare.

"I…" Misty stared down at her hands, the same hands that had just blasted her Pokemon unconscious. "I didn't..." Her fingers started to shake.

Ash's tongue finally loosed. "Misty, isn't not your-"

May laid a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He looked at her inquisitively, and she silently shook her head.

Misty didn't seem to have heard him. She just kept staring at her hands.

Then Misty let out a long, shuddering breath. She extended her two pokeballs, recalling her electrocuted Pokemon back to where they wouldn't feel pain at least. "Never mind," she muttered, wiping at her eyes with her wrist. "Maybe using them isn't a good idea after all."

"Misty," May said, walking toward her with her hand out to comfort her.

Ignoring her, Misty turned and walked away from the group, her head bowed, leaving the trio behind.

After a few moments May let her hand drop.

"You're just going to let her go?" Yellow said.

May sat down on the ground, knees drawn up and arms hugging her legs. "Give her a few minutes."

"But-"

"She can literally explode all the neurons in your brain! You saw what she just did to her own Pokemon. You wanna see what she can do to you?"

Ash knew very well what she could do to him. An accidental discharge had knocked him unconscious and left him lightly fried, and that had just been due to a momentary slip of control. A genuine attack out of rage would probably leave him totally fried.

But darn it, he couldn't just stand aside and do nothing!

"Forget that," he muttered, and then moved to follow his distraught PokeGirl.

"Ash?" May said after him in alarm. "Ash? My guy, don't! This is a bad idea, she's gonna-ASH!"

…

Misty wasn't surprised that Ash had followed her. The boy was nothing but earnest, after all.

That didn't mean she was any more pleased to hear him calling after her.

"Misty, please, wait up!"

She stopped, hands clenched at her sides. Despite her recent outburst, she could feel plenty of electric power raging through her body, just waiting for any excuse to be let loose.

"Go away, Ash," she called without turning around.

"No!" He caught up to her. "I know you're angry and…can probably blow me to pieces, but you shouldn't be alone at a time like this!"

Misty honestly couldn't tell what was more infuriating: his blatant disregard of her desire to be by herself for a bit, or the fact that he had the very best of intentions in doing so.

"I mean it," she seethed. "Leave me alone! I don't want to talk to you!"

"Then yell at me instead! Get it out! I can take it!"

"No, you literally cannot!" Misty spun around to face him, sparks crackling around her bulging knuckles. "Could you take it in the lake? Now, go away before charcoal you!"

Ash actually took a step back at that, the fear evident in his eyes.

But then his brow tightened into a determined scowl, and he took two steps forward. "It's not your fault," he said.

Man, what a cliched line. "It literally is," Misty growled.

"No, it's not! They're the ones who-"

"That blasted me! Yeah, I know!" Misty turned away from him, if for no other reason than to reduce the temptation to make every one of his hairs stand up on end. "But who trained them to hate any and all electric-types? Me. Who got so impatient that she decided to just ignore the rules and make you use them? Me." She shivered. "I did this, Ash! No matter what you say, I'm to blame!"

"Well, let me have some of that blame, then! I mean, it's my fault you were turned into a PokeGirl to begin with! It's my fault you ended up as an electric-type!"

Misty couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, please. That was just a bunch of rookie accidents. I'm the one who should have known better."

"You didn't ask for this!" Ash took a step forward, his arms starting to lift toward her. "And there's no way you could have known-"

Suddenly Misty realized his intentions. "No, don't!" she cried, skipping back.

Ash paused. "But-"

"You idiot! Do you know how many watts are coursing through me right now? If you hug me right now you'll probably end up flash-fried."

"Oh. Uh…good point."

Misty closed her eyes and hissed the breath she was holding out through her clenched teeth. "Ash. You really, really need to learn when to just leave people alone."

Chagrined, Ash bowed his head to look down at his shoes. "But when I do that, sometimes they never come back," he muttered.

Oh, great. So now her damage was brushing up against his damage! It would have been funny if it wasn't so sad.

Misty slowly breathed in and out, letting the tension ebb away from her tightened muscles. Then she said, "Well, aren't we a fine pair of screw-ups?"

Ash glanced up at her. "Misty-"

"Come on," she said, moving brusquely past him. "You have a badge to win."

After a second of hesitation he moved to follow. "But, um…"

"What?"

"What about your Pokemon?"

Misty glanced down at the two shrunken-down pokeballs on her belt, and the still-roasted starfish they contained. "Later," she hissed.

To this, Ash had nothing to say at all.

…

The rest of the group was pretty quiet when Ash and May returned to them. Nothing was said about Misty's destructive outburst, though May did lay a hand on Misty's shoulder, after silently asking permission with her eyes. Misty didn't refuse.

That having been said, it was still about half-an-hour walk from the field to Brock's gym, and things did begin to thaw part of the way there. At least Yellow started talking, which got May talking, and that led to Ash talking. Not about what had just happened, but at least some of the tension eased away. Even Misty was making the odd comment by the time that they got there.

There was a somewhat longer line outside of Brock's gym than there had been the day before, perhaps owing to him having closed early that evening. Ash and his friends took their place at the rear and waited.

Sometimes the line moved. Most times it didn't. A group of tired-looking teenaged boys took their place behind them. Others lined up behind those. Ash rocked back and forth on his heels, wishing that he had brought something to do.

"So," Yellow said after a bit. "Anyone wanna go peek into the window?"

"What for?" May asked.

"To watch the fights! Ash is the only one who needs to stay in line."

May's eyes lit up. "Oh, and see his PokeGirls in action! That sounds like a-"

Misty's fingers closed around May's ear.

"Ow!"

"No," Misty said, keeping her hold on her struggling friend's lobe. "No ogling the pretty girls. Behave."

One of the teenaged boys behind them perked up. "Wait, this dude has PokeGirls?"

"Of course he does!" Yellow told them. "And they're big and pretty and wear these Viking bikinis!"

"Duuuuuude, that sounds awesome!" The boy broke from the line and ran for the window. "Save my spot!"

"Me too," Yellow added, rushing after him.

"Wait for me!" another one of the teenaged boys said, joining them.

May looked from one face to the next. "Well, never been one to follow the crowd, but I think I'm making an exception!" She bolted toward the window as well before Misty could stop her. Moments later the rest of the teenaged boys followed as well, leaving only one behind to hold their spot.

"I…uh…huh?" said the solitary member of their group, reaching after them. Realizing that he was the only one left, his arm dropped in disappointment. "Awww."

"So, you've never been here before?" Ash asked.

The boy shook his head. "Nah. We just got here last night. What about you?"

"This is my second try," Ash said glumly. "My first time didn't go so well."

"Oh. So, he's tough?"

"Well, he is a Gym Leader," Misty cut in. "So one would hope so."

The boy frowned. "I don't know. We came through Cerulean City first, and the Gym Leader there was pretty easy. And whiny. And kind of a stuck-up bitch, her and her sisters. I was pretty surprised, actually."

Misty blinked. And then her face turned sour. "Those incompetent losers," she grumbled under her breath.

Wincing, Ash turned away and focused on the line ahead of them.

Gradually Brock worked his way through the challengers who had arrived before Ash. Some of them came back out looking victorious, while most seemed disappointed at having been defeated. Though he had already fought, partially defeated, and had a heart-to-heart chat with Brock already, that didn't really do much to salve Ash's nerves.

Finally he reached the front of the line. May and Yellow rejoined them, both looking quite satisfied with what they had seen.

They all went inside.

Brock's gym was still impressively imposing, albeit somewhat less so now that Ash had seen it with the lights' on, and now that he had an intimate heart-to-heart with its leader. Even so, he had to admire the work that had gone into building the atmosphere, from the curving walls of rough granite to the deliberate lack of light past a certain point. It really did feel like he was entering a vast cavern.

And up ahead was the battlefield. As Ash entered, he saw something odd: it seemed to him that the stone hills, columns, and boulders were finishing rising up from the ground, accompanied by a deep, rumbling groan and a metallic whine. There was a rumble, and it stopped.

"Did…Did that whole thing just come out of the ground?" he wondered out loud.

"Of course," said Lauren, the mohawked PokeGirl manning the entryway. "He's got like five of them that he switches out between battles. One battle ends, the smashed arena gets dumped, new one slides in. We've got a whole army of Geodudes and Gravelers under the gym to fix them up and get them ready to be shuffled in."

"Jeez, how long did it take to get this place set up?" May said. "I mean, the hydraulics alone…"

"Not as long as you think. Hey, kid. Back so soon?"

Ash winced. "Er, ha, ha, yeah, it's me!" he said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Gonna be using the scaredy-shrub?"

"Er, hopefully!"

"Neat." Lauren raised turned her head toward the arena. "Hey, Brock! Kid with the Tangela's here!"

"I saw!" Brock was again on top of his ziggurat at the other end, and again he wore only his black pants and footwraps. "Hello, Ash. Misty. May. Yellow. Chuey."

"Uh, hi!" Misty said, forcing some cheer into her voice.

"Hello!" Yellow said with a happy way.

"Pika?" Chuey tilted his head in confusion at being named.

May said nothing.

"How'd he know your Pikachu's name?" Ash asked.

"I told his kids, silly! When you two were talking last night."

"Oh. Well, that makes sense, I guess."

"Ahem." Lauren held out her hand.

"Right!" Ash passed over his trainer ID. She slipped it into the receptacle. It beeped, and she passed it back.

"Terms we agreed upon?" Brock said as Ash stepped onto the challenger's platform.

Ash nodded. "Yup!"

"Understood." Brock snapped his fingers, and the heavy chains binding his PokeGirls to the braziers on his ziggurat all snapped open. "Okay, girls. Take a break."

The funny thing was, that was exactly what it looked like they were doing. Though all of Brock's PokeGirls looked as cool and intimidating as before, with their toned physiques and Amazonian queen outfits, they all just got up and casually strolled down the steps of the ziggurat, chatting, giggling, stretching, and complaining like a group of employees headed toward a company-mandated break.

Which, in fairness, it kind of was.

"I may never forgive you for having them sent away," May complained as she watched them leave.

Ash rolled his eyes, but still found himself understanding. They were, after all, very pleasing to the eye.

One, however, broke off from the rest to head for the group of children. Ash's back went a little stiff when he recognized Onyx, the PokeGirl that had recently smashed May into a pasty smear.

"Oh no," Misty whispered as the big woman strutted toward them.

"Oh," May said, her eyes going wide. "Heellllllooo…"

Onyx folded her arms over her impressive bust. "Hello May."

May beamed. "You know my name!"

"I do." Onyx glanced over to Yellow. "Did your friend remember to give you my message?"

"Message?"

Yellow's eyes went wide. "Oops! I forgot! Sorry!"

"Oh, for the love of…" Onyx sighed. "Well, whatever. I'll just do it in person."

"Eh?"

"You clearly don't know the first thing about actually battling another PokeGirl," Onyx explained. "So I'm going to show you."

May's eyes widened. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really. If you're going to stay like this, and just to be clear you definitely shouldn't, but if you are, then you need to learn how to do it properly."

"Oh, I am so okay with that." May's voice had dropped a couple octaves, taking on a low, husky tone.

"Good. Follow me, then." Onyx spun on her heel and headed off, May eagerly following close behind.

"Wait, what are you going to do to her?" Misty said in alarm.

"Don't worry," Onyx said over her shoulder. "It's for her own good."

"Mmmm, I can't wait!" May all but swooned.

Wincing, Misty turned away from them to glance at Ash. She looked as uncomfortable as he felt.

Ash shrugged. Then he looked back to Brock.

"So, uh, if I lose or have to forfeit again, what happens?" Ash asked.

"Then you come back when you feel that you are ready to try again," Brock answered. "This isn't a school exam. You have endless chances."

"Oh. And, uh, if I stick with Tangela, would the whole no PokeGirls thing still apply?"

"I see no reason why not, but after a few times I'd start to question your training methods."

Ash winced.

"Now," Brock said. "Are you ready?"

Absolutely not, but Ash was fairly certain that he wouldn't be more ready anytime soon. He nodded.

"Then let us begin! Rhyhorn, go!"

"Nidoran, I choose you!" Ash called as he sent out the little poisonous warrior.

But as the pokeball left his hands, he blanched. Wait, Rhyhorn?

Nidoran materialized on the battlefield for a second time. However, this time his opponent wasn't a spherical stone with arms. It was squat four-legged creature, one armored stony plates like the charger of a medieval knight with a bumpy ridge on its back. A sharp horn protruded from the nose of its wedge-shaped head, from behind which two narrowed eyes glowered.

"Ni!" Nidoran said in alarm.

A Rhyhorn? Brock was starting with a Rhyhorn? At least the Geodude had been around Nidoran's general size! Rhyhorns were several times the size and bulk of Ash's first Pokemon. "Hey!" he cried. "What gives?"

"I told you, I switch it up each time," Brock said.

"Yeah, but a Rhyhorn?"

"I was expecting you to use the Tangela," Brock said.

"Well, I was expecting a do-over of our battle yesterday!"

"Why?" Brock sounded honestly bewildered. "You lost. Ash, just because I agreed to keep your Pokemon's idiosyncrasies in mind doesn't mean I'm going to cut you any slack in the fight itself. This is a battle, not a training session."

Darn it.

"Okay," Ash said. "We can still do this. Nidoran. Sure, it's bigger and stronger, but you are so much faster! We just have to make sure it doesn't hit you!"

Nidoran paused. Then he glanced over his shoulder at Ash. Even from that distance Ash could see the look of pure disbelief. If Nidoran could use human speech, he no doubt would be saying something like, "Are you kidding me?"

"Just keep moving and stay to its sides!" Ash said. "There's no way it can turn quickly with that much-"

"Rhyhorn, slam!" Brock ordered.

The Rhyhorn immediately charged toward its smaller opponent, its squat legs propelling it faster than anything that size had any right to move. Nidoran screeched in surprise and tried to leap out of the way, but as he did, the Rhyhorn turned its head and shifted its body so that its armored shoulder was thrust right at Nidoran.

Nidoran only managed to jump partially out of the way, and his hind-legs were clipped, sending him crashing to the ground.

The Rhyhorn skidded to a stop and turned to face its fallen opponent. Ash had been right: it wasn't good with turns. But then, when it was so good at tossing its enemies around, it didn't really need to be.

"Get up, Nidoran!" Ash cried. "It's going to-"

"Vital throw," Brock said, his amplified voice calm, almost resigned.

"Rhy!" The Rhyhorn again charged toward Nidoran, who was still struggling to rise to his feet. But this time it didn't turn its head, instead lowering its horn to scoop Nidoran's small body up as it ran. It then roughly jerked its head to one side, tossing Nidoran against the side of a nearby boulder. He fell back to the earth with another squeal of pain.

"Ash, Nidoran's getting his butt kicked!" Yellow said.

"I know, know! Nidoran, focus! You need to-"

Then Brock said, "Rhyhorn, stomp!"

Oh no.

The armored quadruped rose up on its stumpy hind legs and came down, slamming one foreleg right down onto Nidoran's head. Nidoran cried out as he was driven down into the ground, but only briefly.

Ash's hands were starting to shake, but he forced himself to remain calm. It's okay, it's okay, he told himself as he recalled Nidoran's lifeless body back into his pokeball. Each time you learn something more. You learned something last time, and you'll learn something this time.

But man, did learning have to be so stressful?

"Are you still going to do this?" Brock said.

Ash swallowed. "Just give me a moment!" he said. Nothing for it. He had to try.

He slowly reached down and pulled Tangela's pokeball from his belt.

…

Feeling an odd mix of anticipation, trepidation, and no small amount of desire, May followed Onyx as she led the younger PokeGirl through the large double-door. She had no idea what was in store for her, though she was fairly certain that Onyx didn't intend to just sit her in a corner and scold her like an ornery schoolteacher (not that May would be opposed to that). In fact, she was reasonably certain that she was about to acquire more than a few bruises.

Ah, magnificent.

The door led to a spiral stairwell going down through a shaft carved out of granite, lit by lights set in the walls. Onyx began descending the stairs, one hand lightly touching the rail as she went.

May automatically moved to follow, but then she hesitated. After all, an opportunity had just presented itself.

She waited until Onyx had gone a bit of the way down and then hurried over to the center of the stairwell and peered down.

Nice.

Onyx paused. Then she glanced up and sighed. "Stop looking down my top and hurry up, you horny little weirdo!"

Grinning, May did as she was told.

At the bottom of the stairs was another set of double-doors. Onyx opened one with one arm and stood to one side, beckoning for May to enter. May did so, though not without letting her eye rove upward as she passed by.

Rolling her eyes, Onyx placed her free hand on May's shoulder and shoved her inside.

The shove wasn't hard, but such was Onyx's strength that May was still sent tumbling. Moving on reflex, she took the fall into a somersault, rolling over her shoulder and coming back up into a crouch.

The place she found herself in was basically a gymnasium carved out of solid granite, which included things such as a weight-training area that had massive boulders attached to barbells, a small obstacle course, a line of practice dummies made out of heavily dented steel, and even a pool, presumably to increase resistance to water.

But most prominently was a scaled down version of Brock's battle arena, also filled with hills, boulders, and columns of stone.

"Huh?" May said, standing to her feet.

"Training room, where we spar and work out," Onyx said as she approached from behind. "And where Brock trains his Pokemon as well."

May blinked. "So…You and the other PokeGirls…"

A pair of large hands laid themselves on her shoulders, nearly making May swoon. She could feel the raw strength in those fingers, strong enough to crack her head like an egg.

"I figured your mind would go there," Onyx said wryly. "And oddly enough, that's more or less what I had in mind."

May's heart was already beating fast, but the hint of promise in Onyx's words set it pattering away. "Eh?"

Suddenly Onyx whirled May around and seized her by the biceps. She lifted the pubescent PokeGirl right off her feet as easily as if May were made out of cotton so that they were eye-to-eye.

"I don't really know what set of screwed up circumstances made you into the hot little mess that you are," Onyx said. "Brock was really cagey about the details, and even if I did know, I ain't no therapist. And I do not have time to unravel that tangle of issues. But what I am is a seasoned PokeGirl, caught and trained by the best damn Gym Leader in the region. So if you're going to insist on staying a PokeGirl, the very least I can do is train you to do it properly. Understand?"

May didn't answer.

"I said, understand?"

A sliver of drool dripped down the side of May's face to splatter on the floor. "Did you just call me hot?" she murmured.

Onyx blinked. Then she let out a weary sigh and place May down. May's legs buckled, and she slumped to her knees.

"Man, this is gonna be harder than I thought," Onyx said as May happily swayed back and forth, her eyes hazy with euphoria.

Then she smacked May across the face.

…

The light condensed, and Tangela appeared on the platform next to Ash. Confused, she looked first to the left, and then to the right, taking in her surroundings.

"Hey," Ash said, kneeling down next to it. "It's okay, there's no-"

Then she seemed to suddenly realize that it was back in the dark place where the scary PokeGirl had threatened to beat her up.

"TANGY!" she squealed, her vines constricting hard against the core of her body as her eyes went even wider than normal.

"Relax, relax, you're okay!" Ash said. He laid his hands on Tangela's trembling vines. "Remember what I said? There's no PokeGirls here!"

"Ahem!"

"Well, except for Misty, but you know her," Ash quickly amended. "She won't hurt you."

"I mean, so long as she doesn't try to kidnap me again…"

Ash shot her a glare. "Not. Helping!"

Misty sighed.

Sighing, Ash turned back to Tangela. "Look, I promise that there's no scary PokeGirls looking to attack you." He pointed past the rail, toward the battlefield. "See? That's your opponent."

Tangela still looked very unsure about things, but at least she didn't seem on the verge of running off in a panic. She waddled over to the rail and peered past it.

Still hunkered down on the battlefield, Rhyhorn lifted its head and snorted.

"Gela?" Tangela said, turning to give Ash the exact same incredulous look Nidoran had earlier.

Ash winced. "Look, I know it looks tough, but that's a rock/ground type! You're a grass type! You've got a double type advantage!"

Tangela tilted her head…body, one eye askew in doubt.

Ash wasn't sure how much Tangela really understood about type advantages, but he felt that he could get across their advantages.

"Look, that thing is made out of the ground, and you're made out of plants," Ash said. "And plants are really good at breaking up the ground. You'll be able to crack that thing open easily! Just use your vines to keep some distance between you and it, and you'll be fine!"

Tangela still looked unsure, but it also didn't look like she was about to run away, which was a start. She padded slowly over to the railing, hesitated for a moment, and then used her vines to lower herself beneath the railing and down to the battlefield.

"That's it!" Ash said encouragingly. "You got this!"

Tangela did not seem to agree with Ash in it's getting of any "this," but she was trying. Once at the bottom, she slowly approached the Rhyhorn. Ash noted that her vines were trembling a bit, but she was still moving forward.

Meanwhile, the Rhyhorn hadn't budged an inch. It snorted and impatiently pawed at the ground with one foreleg.

"Okay, let's do this!" Ash declared, squeezing his hands into fists. "Tangela, vine whip!"

"Rhyhorn, bulldoze!" Brock called.

"Tangy!" Tangela leapt forward, her greenish-blue vines untangled from the core of her body and rearing back ready to strike.

"HORN!" Driving its horn into the ground, Rhyhorn charged, the force of its momentum throwing up a wall of earth in front of it.

Tangela was about to lash out with her vines, but then she seemed to realize that Rhyhorn was coming really fast, and it was also much larger than her, and really angry looking.

Ash felt a trickle of panic as Tangela's nerve broke, and she tried to dodge Rhyhorn's charge. However, the earth came up under her feet as she leapt to one side, knocking her off balance and sending her sprawling.

Rhyhorn hopped out of the fissure it had dug and spun around with more speed and agility anything of its mass had any business having. It hunkered down, ready to attack again.

But then it lifted its head in confusion. Its opponent wasn't coming to meet its attack, nor was it preparing to defend itself.

Instead it was…running, fleeing for the safety behind one of the stone pillars while waving its vines in the air and screaming what passed for its head off.

"TANATANATANATANA!"

"Rhy?" Rhyhorn tilted its head to one side. This was a new one.

…

Considering how strong she was, the strike was very, very gentle, at least in comparison to how hard she could have hit the young girl. Even so, it was hard enough to rattle May's brain in her skull and send her sprawling.

Wincing, May rose unsteadily to her feet. "Hey, what was that for?" she said, lifting a hand to her stinging cheek. "I mean, I can't say I hate it, but…"

"You can't focus," Onyx said, arms again folded over her chest. "You can't concentrate. You let your libido do the talking, you let it rule you. And that is no good."

Despite knowing going in that she was probably going to get lectured, May still felt a little indignant. "Oh, you too?" she snapped. "Look, I have to walk around all day hiding what I am, pretending like every PokeGirl I pass doesn't make me want to throw my clothes off and jump on her. And I've fought Pokemon plenty of times with no problem. Suddenly I caught up during my first PokeGirl battle ever and now it's a problem? I've never done it before, give me a break."

Onyx quirked an eyebrow. "Did you want to fuck those Pokemon?"

"Ew, of course not!"

"But you do want to fuck those PokeGirls you pass."

"Um, duh? But I don't! I keep it under control and act like nothing's wrong! And I've done it for months now! So don't say I have self-control problems. Everyone slips up every now and then."

Onyx stared. "You've been a PokeGirl for that long? Kid, had you even hit puberty when you were caught?"

"Yes!"

A silver eyebrow arched up.

"I did!" May insisted.

Sighing, Onyx closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is going to get so weird," she muttered to herself. Then, to May, she said, "All right, let me make this absolutely clear: becoming a PokeGirl is pretty much going through puberty all over again, only all at once, and if that puberty was on the juice. You get a ton of crazy hormones dumped on you at the same time, and having to deal with both at the same time can and will drive you bonkers."

"I know that," May snorted. "Don't care. I've been dealing with it just fine."

"Well, the way you're dealing with it is only making things worse," Onyx said. "PokeGirls are supposed to be open with our sexuality." She slapped a big palm over her chest, making her tits bounce in a very appealing manner. "Our sex drive is the engine on which we run. And if you keep trying to bottle it up, if you try to hide it all the time, well, you remember what happened yesterday."

At this, May perked up. "Wait, you're saying I should be walking around naked all the time and getting myself off whenever I feel like it? Thank you! That's what I've been saying this whole time!"

"I'm saying that you should have never been caught in the first place," Onyx said. "But you were, and seeing how you're probably not going to have your little ginger friend cut you loose anytime soon-"

"Darn right."

"-then I might as well at least show you some tricks on how to keep from losing your mind and staying in the game. Because if you keep up the way you are, just constantly suppressing it all the time only to let it out all at once as soon as you're able, then things will go very bad for you somewhere down the line.

That finally got a frown out of May. While she was proud of how well she had been able to hide what she was, she had to admit that Onyx's words did kind of worry her.

"So, here's what's going to happen," Onyx said. "You are going to try to hit me."

May stared. "Beg your pardon?"

"Hit me. Land an attack on me. Hurt me. When you can do that, you can leave."

"Uh, okay," May said in a flat tone. "I'll get right on that. But first, I have…several questions."

"Ask."

"Cool. What makes you think I want to leave? I mean, I know it sounds weird, but you beating me to a pulp yesterday was easily one of the greatest things I've ever had done to me, and I would very much like you to do it again."

Onyx sighed and shook her head. "I'm not beating you up, kid. And I'm not fucking you either, so don't get ideas."

"Waste of time bringing me down here, then," May muttered. "How's that supposed to help me, anyway?"

Instead of answering, Onyx reached up behind her back to unclip her studded top. It slipped down, and she tossed it away. Her loincloth soon followed.

"But I suppose it could be worth a shot," May quickly amended. "I mean, you're the expert."

Onyx sighed. "Okay, strip."

"Yes, ma'am!"

May wasted no time removing her clothing, unzipping and shedding her shirt with glee, followed quickly by her skirt and shorts in one quick pull. Now as naked as her new mentor, May faced her, eyes eagerly consuming every bit Onyx's glorious body.

"Wow, you're already leaking," Onyx said, staring.

"Not my fault," May murmured. She reached down with one hand and drew her fingers up through her swollen lower lips, sending a shiver up her spine. "But, um, if you want to plug me up…"

Onyx scowled. "No. And stop touching yourself."

"Spoilsport," May sighed, but she did. Reluctantly.

"Now come at me," Onyx said, spreading her leanly muscled arms, arms that would be better served wrapped around May's middle and squeezing.

"With pleasure." May approached her, hands outstretched and fingers grasping for those enormous tits.

"Uh, no." Onyx then planted a single palm against May's head, stopping her. "I mean attack me."

"This is attacking."

"Come on, take this seriously." Onyx pushed May back, sending her stumbling a few steps.

Shrugging, May spun on her heel, swinging her leg up at Onyx's middle.

Onyx blocked it with ease. "That's better, but you're still not trying."

May back up, both fists held up in a defensive position. "You said that if I hit you, then it's over. Not really much motivation to win."

"Great, she's actually making me do this," Onyx muttered. "Fine. Okay, kid: hit me, and I'll eat you out. How's that-"

"YAAAAAH!" May soared through the air, one flaming fist swinging at Onyx's face.

Onyx caught her by the wrist and flung her away. "There you go!"

…

"Tangela, stop!" Ash cried. "Calm down!"

Tangela did not calm down. Tangela didn't seem to have even heard him. Tangela kept on running and screaming, putting as much distance between it and Rhyhorn as possible.

Darn it, darn it, darn it, darn it!

Ash had failed again! What was he thinking? Just because Tangela wasn't facing a PokeGirl didn't mean it still wasn't an extremely traumatized victim of horrific abuse! Of course it wasn't ready to fight!

"Ash?" Brock said, the disappointment in his voice evident even from all the way across the arena.

Ash sighed. "I guess this isn't going to work," he said as he lifted up Tangela's ball to recall it.

But just as he did, Tangela leapt behind one of the stone columns. The recall beam bounced off the rock and dissipated.

Ash gritted his teeth in frustration. He couldn't continue the battle nor end it! He had screwed up; he admitted that, so why couldn't he stop it?

…

Helpscaryrockmonsterhelphelphelp!

Run! Run! Run!

It wants to hurt us! It wants to hurt us! It knows! It knows what we did!

Help help help helphelphelp help!

…

Rhyhorn watched with equal parts bemusement and disdain as his cowardly opponent fled behind a pillar of stone. It wasn't the first time he had been sent out against a weak and ineffective opponent, but none of them had ever been quite so contemptible.

He let out a deep, lumbering sigh. Well, might as well do this quick.

Hunkering down, he zeroed in on the base of the pillar, his massively thick skull perfectly lined up with his equally thick spine, ready to absorb and give a stone-shattering impact.

And then he began to charge.

…

"HEEEYYYAAAAHHHH!" May cried as she came charging, bare legs heating up from within, the muscles beneath the skin glowing like the insides of a forge. She leapt into the air, flipped her body around, and came hurtling feet-first at the back of Onyx's head, flames erupting from her feet, calves, and shins as she did.

Onyx merely swiped one arm into the air and swatted her aside. May yelped as she was sent tumbling off to skid, bounce, and finally land in an untidy heap on the ground. Shaking her head, she drew her legs back and kipped back up into a crouch.

"Okay, one! Screaming as you're attacking is only making blocking you easier," Onyx said. "And two! My defense stat is kind of…high. So going for physical attacks-"

May thrust both hands forward, shooting off a pair of fireballs right at Onyx's face.

The big PokeGirl swatted those aside with as much ease as she had May herself. "But I guess special attacks won't be much better."

Growling, May rose fully up. Okay, she needed to rethink things. She needed to find a way to take Onyx by surprise. It wasn't going to be easy, though. Onyx outclassed her in every possible way, which would be a good thing under other circumstances, just not in terms of May's current goal.

Focus, girl. Focus.

But it was hard! How was she supposed to focus when a Goddess of the Mountains was standing their in all of her nude glory for May to-

"So, I have a question," Onyx said as May gingerly picked herself off the ground.

"What?" May said as she rubbed dust out of her eyes.

"Why'd you become a PokeGirl in the first place?"

May paused. Then she shot Onyx a look.

"Uh, seems pretty obvious, don't it? Fire powers, super strength and speed, lots and lots of lovely orgasms to-"

"Does it have something to do with your dad?"

May blinked.

And then she thrust both hands forward, screaming as ball of flame hot enough melt metal shot right for Onyx's head.

…

No! It caught us! It'll-

HURT!

It HURT us! It HURT us! Hurthurthurthurt…

…hurt…

No.

No more hurt.

…

Rhyhorn ran back and turned around with his head lowered, ready to charge again. The viney creature was thrashing and writhing in pain. Weak. An easy victory.

"End it, Rhyhorn!" Master ordered. "Horn attack!"

Gladly.

Rhyhorn broke out into a charge, his short, powerful legs quickly building momentum, his horn zeroed in on-

Wait, why was he stopping?

Rhyhorn blinked his stony eyes. Sure enough, it had been stopped cold, its charge simply cancelled out.

He looked to the left. Two long greenish-blue poles were now shoved against its shoulder. Huh.

He looked to the right. Two more poles were pressing against that shoulder as well.

He rolled his eyes upward. Yup, two more poles had been thrown against the top of his crested head.

What was going on here? Where were these coming from?

Then Rhyhorn looked straight ahead. Wait, those weren't poles, they were ropes…no vines! Strong vines. Extremely strong vines. And the viney creature was no longer running in fear or squirming in pain. Instead, it was standing on its two feet, facing Rhyhorn, its vines thrust out to hold Rhyhorn in place. Rhyhorn tried to shake them off, but they wouldn't budge.

And the viny creature's eyes…before they had been white with large black pupils and wide with terror. But now they were no longer scared.

Instead, they were filled with evident malice and ill intentions, pupils now narrowed to tiny dots, staring unblinking right at Rhyhorn.

Furthermore, they were no longer white. Now they were a sickly shade of yellow, and shot through with veins of red.

"Tangela…" the viney creature hissed, its high-pitched voice now low and promising violence.

Hot urine pooled around Rhyhorn in a small puddle. He whimpered.

…

Ash's jaw dropped as Tangela lifted the living tank that was Rhyhorn easily off the ground and hoisted it high.

"Tangela!" Tangela cried as she roughly shook the armored quadruped over her head like it was no larger than a Rattata.

"Wow," Yellow said, staring. "She sure is strong!"

"Oh no," Misty whispered.

Tangela violently shook her prisoner like a baby's rattle. Rhyhorn wailed as it was helplessly whipped back and forth.

And then Tangela threw Rhyhorn. It was sent shrieking through the air, smashing right through one pillar and breaking off its top off to impact against the side of one of the hills, coming to rest in a sizeable crater. From inside came a hoarse moan of pain.

The Rhyhorn had to outweigh Tangela over three times over, and yet Tangela simply hurled aside like it was nothing.

Oh, Ash had been so very lucky that he and Yellow hadn't been crushed to paste.

But Tangela wasn't done. She hopped on top of the broken pillar and thrust her vines right into the crater. A moment later the Rhyhorn was dragged out, vines wrapped around its legs, horn, and crest.

Despite the massive impact it had just taken, Rhyhorn was still struggling, but Tangela's grip was too strong. She lifted the stony creature up and slammed it back down into the ground.

And then all of her vines curled back like a nest of Arboks ready to strike. Ash tensed up. "Tangela!" he cried. "Wait-"

Too late. Tangela began hammering down on the Rhyhorn, striking it again and again and again so quickly that that nothing could be seen but a blur of blue.

"TangatangatangaTANGATANGATANGA!" she shrieked over and over, her voice now the raspy squeal it had been back when it had been sick and insane.

"Ash, make it stop!" Misty cried.

"Tangela, ENOUGH!" Ash hastily recalled Tangela back into her pokeball before she could wreak serious damage.

Rhyhorn was lying limp where it had been slammed down, its armored body cracked and bruised from a hundred lacerations. It clearly wasn't getting up.

…

Onyx's palms clapped together, snuffing the fireball out in midair before it even got close.

"Brock told me all about you!" she said. "He told me of when he first met you, of the sort of things your little carrot-headed friend were doing, and of how your father treated you."

Gritting her teeth, May shot off several quick bursts in rapid succession, all with the intention of closing Onyx's mouth.

Onyx didn't so much as move her feet. Her arms moved in a blinding blur, deflecting them all with ease.

"He said it made him very uncomfortable," she continued on, as if she was simply sitting with May having a heart-to-heart talk instead of the two of them standing naked with May doing everything she could to charbroil the big woman. "That he feels like he should have stepped in."

"I thought you said that he was cagey about the details!"

"He was! But I was able to get him to tell me that much."

"Well, Brock needs to learn how to watch his mouth and mind his own business!" May entwined her fingers and thrust her fists forward, sending a cone of flame right at Onyx's chest.

Onyx slammed a foot into the ground, smashing loose a chunk of granite into the air. She seized it and shoved it into the flame's path. Once the flame had expire, she lowered the scorched stone to look at May in concern. "Kid, I don't take any pleasure in asking this, but did he ever…well…"

Oh, here it came! May ought to have expected this. "Oh, wait, let me guess!" she spat. "You're thinking that I'm the way I am because my dad is a child-molesting pervert who messed me up, aren't you?"

"Well, is he?"

"Well, for your information, no!" A cyclone of flame rose up from the ground, roaring around May's body, lifting her off her feet. She rose up, arms held out to her sides, palms up. When she had gone high enough, she held her hands out toward Onyx, sending several twisting tongues of fire soaring through the air. "No, he never touched me. No, he never so much as looked at me like that, because that would require him to actually look at me at all! I never even saw him kiss my mom, or play with his PokeGirls, and to be honest, I'm kind of shocked that he managed to father my brother and me!"

Onyx struck at the air with swift punches and swinging kicks, knocking one flaming tongue out of the sky after another. "Huh. That's…surprising."

"Yeah, I know." The fire extinguished, dropping May on top of a boulder. She rose to her feet, fists shaking at her sides. "Everyone always thinks the same thing. But the thing they all miss is for him to do that would mean he was capable of noticing anybody else at all!"

…

Ash stared numbly as the shattered Rhyhorn was recalled into its pokeball. Tangela had done that. He knew how strong she was, the sort of things she was capable of, but he had not expected her to so quickly revert to that level of violence.

"Ash, this is a problem," Brock said. "Panic or berserk rage, neither are acceptable! You're supposed to be controlling your Pokemon! If you cannot, then this is another forfeit!"

"I'm sorry, I-" Darn it, things were unraveling again, and in a completely different way than he had expected. Brock was right, he had to get control of the situation. "Just give me a second!"

He held up Tangela's pokeball.

"Ash, WAIT! DON'T!" Misty cried.

"Ash, stop!" Brock added, leaping to his feet.

Too late. Tangela materialized on the platform right next to Ash, just as Ash realized that she was probably still mad with bloodlust.

Sure enough, when the light faded and Tangela fully emerged, her eyes were just as crazed as they had been in the Viridian Forest, all of her vines curled up to keep striking at the fallen opponent that was no longer there.

And as it so happened, Ash was right where, by Tangela's viewpoint, Rhyhorn had been.

"TannaTAN!" Tangela shrieked as she struck.

"Tangela, WAIT!" Ash screamed, throwing up his hands. The first of the vines whipped past him, striking at his cheek, cutting a burning mark.

Ash reflexively closed his eyes. It was sort of cowardly, but if he was about to die by his own Pokemon, then he didn't want to see it happen.

And then nothing happened.

Ash cracked his eyes open. Tangela was standing absolutely still, her vines still curled up, several frozen in midair partway toward him. However, her eyes had returned to normal, the pupils dilated and the color a healthy white again.

And she looked absolutely horrified.

"Tangy!" She abruptly withdrew all of her vines and closed up her face hole. Moments later her feet were pulled into her center-mass as well, leaving her as a tangled ball of vines, lying on the floor.

Ash blinked. Then he slowly lowered his hands. He had been so convinced that he was about to die that he now found himself having difficult processing what was going on.

Your Pokemon is scared and horrified, he told himself. Do your job.

It wasn't easy to get over the shock of what had almost just happened, but he was able to at least put it far enough from his mind to kneel down next to the quivering mass of vines and gently lay his hand on her.

"Hey, easy, it's just me," Ash murmured as he stroked Tangela's body. "I'm not mad. Don't worry. Come on, it's not your fault. Look, come on out, okay?"

There was a moment of hesitation, and then the vines parted enough for Tangela's fearful eyes to peek out.

"Look, I know that scared you, but you were actually really great just now! You kicked that Rhyhorn's butt, and stopped the second you saw me in front of you! You just need to keep enough control to listen to me instead of attacking on your own, and you'll be unstoppable!"

Another moment passed. And then Tangela's eye-hole opened the rest of the way and her feet emerged.

"But if you don't feel you're ready, then that's fine too! We can try again another day."

Tangela nervously glanced around. Then it shook her head/body.

"Are you sure? I'm not going to make you if you don't want to."

Another empathetic shake.

Ash nodded gratefully. "Okay." Then he rose fully up and turned to face Brock. "Uh, I think we're okay!"

"Ash, are you sure?" Brock demanded. "Your Pokemon lost control and almost attacked you."

"But she didn't! She stopped as soon as she saw it was me. Besides, I think Tangela has control now."

"That's a lot to promise," Brock said. "If you two aren't ready-"

"I'm ready," Ash said, his posture straight and his voice resolute. "Let's do this."

"Then prove it!" Brock declared. He picked up another pokeball and hurled it. "Your true test starts now!"

"Tangela, listen to me," Ash said. "Just keep an ear out for my voice and do as I tell you. It's going to be scary, and it might make you angry, but-"

Then he heard Misty inhale sharply. "Ash," she said, grabbing him by the shoulder and pointing. "Look!"

Ash looked.

And for a brief moment he forgot how to form rational thought.

The creature that had materialized on the battlefield stood on two legs and was a little over Ash's height. Its body was, like the Rhyhorn, covered with natural stony armor, but where the Rhyhorn had been large and bulky this was sleek and insectile in appearance, its body built for deadly speed instead of raw power. Its head was large and flat, with two hornlike protrusions curving back from its cheek, giving it a boomerang look. Two rows of sharp spines ran down its back.

But most notable were its arms. They were thin and long and bent up close to its chest. And at the end of those arms were a pair of long, scythe-like blades.

No. No way. No way was this happening.

"Gela?" Tangela said, tilting her head in confusion.

The insectile creature took a step forward on one spindly legs, its blades quivering, its ancient eyes glowering balefully from inside its helmetlike carapace.

"Kabutops!" it declared, extending one blade out in challenge.

"Wow, he actually brought it out," Misty said. "I guess congratulations are in order."

"Hey, isn't that one of those extinct Pokemon you're always going on about?" Yellow said.

Ash barely heard them. A Kabutops was standing before him. The number of successfully resurrected extinct Pokemon numbered in the single-digits, and one of them was right before him. A Kabutops. An actual living, breathing Kabutops.

Dad, you would have loved to see this…

"Ash!"

Oh, right. There was a battle.

"Tangela, listen," Ash said. "I know that thing looks tough, but you still got the advantage! It's a rock/water type, so it's doubly weak against you, just like the Rhyhorn! And we all just saw how strong you are, so you definitely got this!" He held his hand out. "I just need you to try to stay in control and listen to me. I'll guide you through this, all right?"

Tangela shot a doubtful glance over at the waiting Kabutops, but she extended a vine to wrap lightly around Ash's palm. She nodded once, bowing her whole body down to do so.

"Great!" Ash gave the vine an encouraging squeeze. "Just focus on my voice, okay? I'll guide you through it."

Tangela nodded again, and then returned to the battlefield. Only this time instead of carefully lowering herself down like before, she seized the railing with two vines and vaulted over, landing neatly on her feet.

Ash took that as a good sign. Tangela's confidence was increasing. He just hoped that her control was as well.

…

Spiny-slicy monster. Scary.

But we beat big, rocky horn-face. We won. We can win again.

Kind-voiced boy believes in us. Kind-voiced boy is depending on us.

Can't let him down. No fear. No anger. Only determination.

…

May sprinted around the perimeter of the arena, shooting off fireball after fireball at the tall PokeGirl in the center.

"So he was neglectful, then," Onyx said as she stood in place, slowly turning in a circle, easily blocking each attack.

May suddenly screeched to a stop, pivoted, and ran the other way, shooting off a fiery lance, hoping the quick change of direction would take Onyx off guard.

It didn't. Onyx merely twisted her upper body to the side, letting the lance pass by harmlessly. May was getting so frustrated that she barely even noticed how the sudden movement made Onyx's breasts bounce and jiggle.

"Neglectful?" May seethed. "Yeah! Sure! If you count never showing up for a single softball game, for a single school play, not even for parent-teacher conferences 'neglectful'! If you count all of your birthday and Christmas presents being labeled 'From Mom and Dad' when it's clear that they were only from Mom 'neglectful,' because he was never around to watch me open them! If you call always being told not to bother him when all I wanted was to talk to my dad 'neglectful'! He wouldn't even show up in person to pick me up when I got picked up for sneaking into the school! He just said sent his secretary to do it and told me to stop embarrassing him when I got home!"

May slammed her foot into the ground at an angle, scraping the side of her shoe against the granite floor. Sparks flew, and then a cone of black smoke shot out from her heel, right at Onyx's face, just like it had the day before.

Unfortunately, this time Onyx was ready for her smokescreen. She also slammed her foot into the ground at a slant, and a jagged shelf of rock ripped up from the ground between her and the smoke, blocking and dispersing it harmlessly.

"So, is that why you became a PokeGirl?" Onyx said. "To get him to notice you?"

Now May's fists were shaking and hot and angry tears were hissing down her cheeks. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. It wasn't supposed to go like this at all! "Like that would work! He barely even notices his own PokeGirls! And like I'd want his attention anyway! If I did, then I'd have stuck around after I melted his precious project car down! I became a PokeGirl to escape!"

With that, she threw all strategy out the window and simply rushed toward Onyx, crying out as she swung with her tiny fists.

…

Tangela and Kabutops faced each other, one a hardened warrior dragged into the present from a bygone, savage era. Evolved for the purpose of hunting down and swiftly dispatching prey, Kabutops was a living weapon, a deadly hybrid of speed and toughness.

Across from him was an unstable berserker, inhumanely yet effectively trained to swiftly overcome opponents and render them helpless, an insidious bag of tricks, most of which her opponent had no natural defense again.

They sized each other up, Kabutops's cold stare methodically assessing Tangela, taking in everything from her number of vines to her poise while Tangela carefully (yet nervously) did the same, focusing especially on her opponent's very deadly looking blades.

Kabutops was unimpressed. Granted, he had no way of knowing the unholy fury Tangela had just wreaked upon his teammate Rhyhorn, but even if he had, he still wouldn't find the walking shrubbery to be all that threatening. No matter what natural weapons she might possess, she clearly was no warrior.

As for Tangela, she didn't have a clue what the heck Kabutops was even supposed to be. She did have some vague memories of encountering something similar from time to time in the Viridian Forest, something big, green, slashy, and shrieky, but any and all recollections from that time were unreliable at best. She was fairly certain that she had not liked fighting the big, green, slashy, and shrieky thing, and that had been when she had been insane and fearless. And whatever this bladed nightmare was, it looked a whole lot worse.

Still, Tangela wasn't going to run. She was going to fight.

She…just hoped that doing so wouldn't hurt too much.

"Begin," Brock called.

"Right!" Ash said. "Tangela, let's try this again! Vine whip!"

"Tangy!" Tangela leapt forward, vines swiftly lashing out.

"Kabutops, slash!"

Kabutops crouched, its segmented legs bending down low.

And then he leapt.

…

Ash's heart leapt into his throat as the Kabutops spun in midair, its blades spread out around it like a blender. Tangela's vines were slashed apart, their severed ends flopping to the ground.

Tangela reeled back, a high-pitched shriek filling the air as she hastily withdrew her vines tightly against her core, with the stumps of those that Kabutops had dismembered leaking pale green fluid.

Ash had always known how deadly a Kabutops could be, how swift, agile, and lethal they were in dispatching their prey. But it was one thing to read about it in a book, and it was something else entirely to see it.

This was very bad.

Kabutops landed on its feet and nimbly spun around on one ankle. "Swords dance!" Brock called. The Kabutops crouched down for a moment, bowing its head and hugging its bladed arms close to its body.

And then it began to sway and spin in graceful patterns, waving its blades around in the air, their swift movements leaving shining after-images in their wake.

Swords dance? Okay, that meant it was powering up another slashing attack. "Tangela, get ready!" Ash called. "It's about to come at you again!"

Tangela was still shaking from pain and didn't seem to have heard him.

"Tangela, snap out of it! Here it-"

"Night slash!" Brock commanded.

"Kabutops!" Kabutops's blades began to glow purplish-black, and it struck, this time leaping directly at Tangela with the swiftness of a striking Arbok. It swept its blades out in opposite directions in front of it, and a crescent of darkness lashed out.

It hit. The night slash swept right into Tangela, and the reeling Pokemon's shrieking redoubled. She stumbled to one knee, more sap oozing from nearly a dozen slices and cuts over the vines where the night slash had hit.

Kabutops flipped around in midair and again landed neatly on its feet, facing Tangela directly.

Ash was again on the verge of panic. Kabutops was cutting Tangela to pieces, and with every attack, the pain was making Tangela more and more unable to respond to his commands.

Not that he had any to give. He felt like running away screaming as much as Tangela did. Double type-weakness, and he still couldn't muster up any offense.

"Tangela, look out!" Ash cried.

Suddenly, Tangela's nest of vines shifted around, its agonized face withdrawing and squeezing out again to face Kabutops directly. "TAN!" she screeched as she shot out three vines, curving them down low only to punch up with them right into Kabutops's stomach. The prehistoric crustacean let out weirdly distorted grunt of pain as it was suddenly launched upward, the momentum of its leap forcibly redirected.

But Kabutops was still Kabutops, and it again regained control in midair, gracefully flipping around to land on the side of a column, its bladed toes digging into the rock. It clung there, glaring down at its opponent, angry at having its attack deflected.

"Ash, this is your last warning!" Brock called. "Your Pokemon is not supposed to be fighting on its own. Get control now, or you'll be forced to forfeit!"

"Got it! Tangela, can you hear me?"

Tangela shifted her eyes briefly through its body to look at Ash. She nodded once, and then shifted them back to focus on the furious Kabutops.

Back in the game! Ash's mind raced, coming up with a workable strategy.

Okay, Kabutops had been mainly relying on its blades to attack. That made sense, since any ranged attacks it might have were likely of the water or rock variety, and water wouldn't do much. And while Tangela's typing didn't give her any resistance to rock-type attacks, the way her body was designed meant that sharp attacks would be much more effective than blunt.

However, in order to use those blades, it had to get close. And if Tangela managed to ready herelf, she ought to quite easily take out anything that was right on top of it.

Unfortunately, Kabutops was so fast and so agile that it could counter Tangela even at a short distance.

But now that Ash thought about it, didn't Tangela have something in her arsenal that Kabutops had no prayer of evading when close up? Something that could shut down that speed and agility cold and potentially cripple it?

"Okay, Tangela, get ready, get focused!" Ash said. "Here it comes!"

Not taking her eyes off of Kabutops, Tangela twitched her vines in his direction in acknowledgment.

Sure enough, Kabutops again leapt, hurling itself at Tangela like a razor-covered missile.

"Now, Tangela!" Ash cried, sweeping his arm out. "Stun spore!"

"GELLA!" Tangela hopped back and released a sickly yellow cloud, filling the air between her and Kabutops.

Ash felt his heart sore as Kabutops continued to sail forward, its own momentum spelling its doom. There was no way it would be able to change direction, and once those spores had set in-

Then Brock called, "Kabutops, icy wind!"

Ash blanched. What? Brock's Kabutops knew ice moves?

Kabutops flipped around and spread all four limbs wide and exhaled a cloud of its own, this one freezing white. White hit yellow and consumed it, freezing all of Tangela's spores into a latticework of ice crystals.

"KABUTOPS!" With one quick slash, Kabutops shattered the latticework and hurtled right through, continuing to fly toward the startled Tangela with lethal intentions.

…

Onyx sighed as she easily blocked the first of May's clumsy, uncoordinated blows before scooping the sobbing girl up in a big bearhug, trapping May's arms at her sides.

"Kid, I am truly sorry this happened to you," she said as May struggled, helplessly kicking her feet and growling. "You deserved better. But you can't think that letting yourself get caught will help!"

"It already has!" May seethed. "I'm happier than I've ever been!"

"Really? Because you don't look happy."

"That's…because…there's…a…big…dumb…boulder…squeezing…me…and…poking…around-"

And, as she continued to uselessly flail around, May saw something. A chance, an opportunity, a way to end this nightmare of a training session.

Far above Onyx's head, a series of copper pipes were attached to the ceiling, copper pipes with several sprinklers pointed down.

May inhaled as far as her entrapped torso would allow before spewing out the hottest burst of flame she could.

But she didn't vomit the fire at Onyx. Rather, her attack was directed at the training room's fire-retardant system.

"Huh?" Onyx glanced up in confusion. "Kid, what are you-"

And then she saw what May intended, and her eyes went wide.

"Oh."

The sprinklers activated, spraying the space below with torrents of stinky water, soaking the arena, the gym, and the two PokeGirls below, both of which were very vulnerable to water.

Or at least that would have happened had Onyx not quickly bowed herself forward, sweeping May beneath her, shielding her from the water with her body. Onyx's face contorted into a pained grimace as her natural enemy pelted her from above.

May honestly appreciated the consideration, but she had set those sprinklers off for a reason. Exhaling all the air in her lungs, she wriggled her way out of Onyx's loosened arms and dropped to the ground.

And then she burst into flames.

May leapt out from beneath the shelter of Onyx's body, the fires surrounding her burning hot enough to evaporate the stale water before it hit her. It wouldn't last long; the water was specifically intended to snuff out flames. But it would keep them off her to let her see her plan to completion.

Now trembling as the strength left her, Onyx craned her neck to see May standing over her, fists clenched, body aflame, and absolutely incensed.

"H-Huh," Onyx stammered. "Th-That's c-cl-clever-"

"YAAAAHHHHHHH!" May screamed as she leapt into the air and flipped around to slam both feet into Onyx's face.

Under normal circumstances, even something as that probably wouldn't even get the big PokeGirl to budge, but these circumstances were far from normal. Onyx's head snapped back and she was sent stumbling. Her feet slipped, and she felt back to slump against a big boulder.

May stood still, shoulders heaving with every gasping breath, legs shaking from exertion and adrenaline, as steam rose up from the constant patter of stale water against her fire.

Then she smiled.

There. She had done it.

The fires winked out, and the water pelted her from above. The world went black, and she pitched forward to lie motionless on the floor.

…

"Tangela, DUCK-"

But Tangela was way ahead of him. She threw her body back as Kabutops shattered through the ice, sending spore-filled chips everywhere. Kabutops sailed on right over it, its scissoring blades slicing together mere inches above its intended prey.

And then Ash saw an opportunity. "Constrict!"

Moving with a speed that even Kabutops would be jealous of, Tangela shot multiple vines into the air, snaring Kabutops. More vines snapped around its arms, forcing them back down, tying them to its body, binding its blades in place.

However, that was only a temporary solution, and it no doubt would be free soon. Time to act. "Again, Tangela!" Ash ordered. "Stun spore, point-blank range!"

"TA-TA-TAAANNNN!" Another noxious yellow cloud spewed out of Tangela's body, this time enveloping the struggling Kabutops.

It worked! Kabutops immediately went stiff as the spores dug in, paralyzing muscles and disabling ligaments.

They had it! "All right, now finish it off with-"

Then Brock called, "Razor shell!"

All the spines on Kabutops's body suddenly forced themselves up and shot out, slicing through the vines holding onto it. Tangela squealed and stumbled back, her ravaged vines hastily retracting.

"Leech life!" Brock ordered.

Though Kabutops was still twitching with paralysis, it managed to raise its head to glower hatefully at the reeling Tangela. And if its movements were no longer as fluid and graceful as before, that didn't stop from staggering forward with deadly speed to clamp its mandibles down on one of Tangela's flailing vines and begin sucking.

Ash felt his stomach twist as the color began to dull on the vine Kabutops had seized upon. Ice attacks, bug attacks. They had a double typing advantage, and Kabutops still had a counter for everything!

Plus it had yet to use a single rock-type attack! That just wasn't right!

"Tangela, get it off!" he cried. "Power whip!"

Though obviously wracked with pain, Tangela still gathered up as many vines as it could, both shredded and whole, twisted them together, and slammed them right into Kabutops's abdomen.

Power whip might not be the most accurate weapon in the arsenal of vine-using Pokemon, but it was hard to miss at that range.

Kabutops let out a hoarse shriek as flew backward to slam into the side of a large column, breaking off several of its erect spines with the impact.

"Take back what it stole from you!" Ash called. "Giga drain!"

Tangela was only too happy to comply. Four vines shot out from her body to slam into Kabutops's neck and sides, finding purchase in the seams of its armored carapace. Then those vines began to expand and contract, gulping back Tangela's stolen lifeforce and taking quite a bit of Kabutops's for good measure.

Ash's heart began to sing. That was two massive grass-type attacks hitting the rock/water type squarely where it hurt. It couldn't have much left! "You got it! Power whip it again!"

The draining vines immediately retracted, and Tangela again wove them together to bring crashing down on Kabutops's head.

But then Brock commanded, "Above you, Kabutops! Rock tomb!"

Oh, so now he was going to use rock moves!

Though now it was now the combatant in great pain, and though it was still shaking with the effects of paralysis, Kabutops still shot a glance upward, hunkered down, and leapt up. The leap was clumsy, but it didn't matter. It still managed to swipe its blades upward, slicing right through the solid rock of the column's peak at a sharp angle.

An angle that sent the now-freed and massive stone sliding down right at Tangela.

"Tangela, look out!" Ash cried. "You-"

Then he saw the Kabutops still clinging to the side of the column right under the part it had decapitated and an idea struck him.

"PULL IT INTO THE ROCK'S PATH!" he screamed.

Tangela understood. She lashed out with her remaining vines to seize Kabutops by the legs. Kabutops tried to leap out of the way, but then its whole body convulsed, loosening its grip rather than helping it evade. Finally the paralysis was helping!

Slamming two more vines into the ground, Tangela launched herself out of the way of the falling stone while pulling the Kabutops along in her wake. The stone just missed crashing down onto Tangela, its rough edge scraping the bottom of her shoe.

Kabutops wasn't so fortunate.

The avalanche smashed right on top of it, burying it in a pile of shattered stone. The vines grasping it were severed, but if Tangela was bothered by this then she didn't show it. She merely retracted their ragged stumps and gazed down at the pile of rubble in satisfaction.

A hush fell upon the arena. Ash barely dared to breath, the sound of his own thundering heart filling his ears. Was it over? Had he actually won?

And then the rubble began to stir.

Ash's heart just about stopped. Still? Even after all that, the Kabutops was still moving?

The jagged chunks of rock shifted aside, and out of it rose the Kabutops. Its stony carapace was dinged and cracked all over. Bluish-black blood seeped down in places, and several spines had been broken off. One of the blades was broken off at the base.

And yet it was still moving. What was more, it was standing. Though its armored body was shaking with pain, it still rose up to its two feet and faced Tangela, its beady eyes gleaming in cold determination. Lifting one arm, it brandished its remaining blade in challenge.

Tangela drew back in shock, but then she scowled and took a step forward, her remaining vines uncoiling and rearing back.

Ash shook himself out of his stupor. The fight wasn't over yet. He needed to concentrate, needed to cobble together yet another plan to-

Kabutops took a single step from the piles of rubble and then its spindly legs buckled. The Terror of the Prehistoric Seas pitched forward and collapsed to the ground at the feet of the Terror of Viridian Forest. It did not get up.

Ash blinked.

Tangela looked confused as to what had just transpired. She reached down with the stump of one vines and hesitantly prodded Kabutops's prone body. "Ta?" she said.

And then Kabutops dissolved into red energy and retreated, the suddenness of which made Tangela leap back in surprise.

I...I won? Ash wasn't sure if he could let himself believe it. He was dimly aware that he was still standing with his arm extended, one finger thrust to give a now unnecessary command. Everything felt so strange, so dreamlike, and if he said, did, or even thought too hard, it would break the dream and-

"Congratulations," Brock said. "You have defeated me, and earned my badge."

Ash heard the words and understood them, but found it difficult to hold onto their meaning in his head. No way was this happening, no way-

"YOU DID IT!" Yellow squealed. She leapt up onto his back, arms thrown around his neck as she cheered. "You did it, you did it, you did it!"

That did the job of startling Ash out of his trance. He staggered, Yellow's weight sending him a few steps forward until he grabbed onto the railing for balance. Setting her down, he turned toward the happily beaming face of his oldest friend.

"I…yeah, I guess I did," he said. Now that the fight was over, the adrenaline comedown was making him feeling quite lightheaded.

"Heck yes, you did!" Yellow held her palm into the air. "Up high!"

Ash gladly clapped it with his own.

Then he turned to Misty, who was standing with her hands on her hips, a small smile on her face.

"Congrats," she said. "You really-"

Ash threw his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

"-oh."

A lot of powerful emotions were washing over Ash. Relief, that things had worked out. Euphoria, for having succeeding in such a vital step of his journey. Gratitude, for the help he had gotten in reaching there. And happiness that it had all worked out.

He drew back. Misty was blushing furiously, but she didn't seem upset.

"Er, um, like I was saying," she said. "C-Congratulations."

"Thanks," Ash whispered. He could feel tears prickling at the edges of his eyes. "I, uh-"

But then he remembered something. There was still one more person he needed to see.

Ash rushed to the edge of the platform and vaulted over the railing to land on the arena itself. From there, he sprinted across the wrecked battlefield over to where Tangela was still standing and staring at the pile of rubble that Kabutops had been buried in.

Hearing him approach, Tangela moved to face him, her feet again rotating in opposite directions while her face squishing through her body to emerge on the other side. Just as she did, Ash threw his arms around her.

"You were amazing!" he said as he held his second Pokemon tight. "That was one of the coolest things I've ever seen, the way that you-"

Tangela had gone totally stiff in his hands. "TANGA!" she cried in pain.

Oops. Many of her vines were still shredded and probably very sensitive to the touch. "Sorry, sorry!" he said, quickly releasing it and backing up. He pulled out her pokeball. "Don't worry, I'll get you fixed up in no time." Then he paused.

"But I am really proud of you," he said. "You did great!"

Tangela still looked to be in a lot of pain, but the words of praise really seemed to get to her. Her eyes misted over, tears dribbling down over her vines. "Gelly," she said, her raspy voice now thick with emotion. She stretched out one of its unharmed vines and lightly looped it around Ash's waist before drawing him in.

"Gelly, gelly!" she repeated as she nuzzled up to him.

If Ash was feeling overwhelmed by emotion before, now it he felt broken by it. Not only had he successfully earned his first badge fair and square, but he had helped and befriended someone in desperate need of both. And as weird as it sounded, he was truly thankful that he had been in the path of Tangela's maddened rampage, even if he was certain that Misty didn't agree.

"Thank you," he said, rubbing the top of Tangela's writhing body. He then held up her pokeball. "Okay, let's get you all healed up. You'll be as good as new, I promise."

Tangela nodded, and Ash recalled her into the small sphere. Then he held it up, with the pokeball containing Nidoran in his other hand.

Both were pretty badly hurt, and he himself felt so lightheaded that if he didn't find a place to sit soon he was probably going to faint.

But that didn't change the fact that they were victorious. They had done it, overcome their first Gym Leader. Ash's adventure had truly begun, and it was all uphill from here.

"Wow," he whispered.

…

"I guess it started when I was eight."

May and Onyx sat side-by-side on one of the gymnasium's benches, both of them having been revived and toweled off, with heated blankets draped over their shoulders. Neither had dressed. That was for later.

"I was watching this PokeGirl battle on TV," May continued. "I think it was the semi-finals of the Hoenn League Tournament, and one of the PokeGirls just loses badly. Like, she just got wrecked, basically ending her trainer's hopes of making the finals right then and there. And when the match was called, her trainer, who was like this other girl about the same name as her, well she just rushes into the battlefield. And I thought she was going to chew her PokeGirl out for failing. But instead, she just starts hugging her and comforting her, seeing if she was okay. And then she helps her walk off the battlefield. And that was so weird to me! Like, she belonged to that girl, but her trainer was helping her walk!"

"And that was probably more affection than your dad had ever shown you," Onyx said.

May made a face. "Thanks for stating the obvious." Then she sighed. "But yeah. I got…kind really into PokeGirls after that. I always wanted to watch them battle. I mean, it was so exciting!"

"Watching people cheer and praise them," Onyx remarked. "Watching their trainers care for them. Got you thinking how you wished that were you."

"Again with the obvious," May groaned. "But again. Yes." She paused, sifting through a lot of old, unpleasant memories. "Then I met Misty, and, uh, kind of fell in love with her."

"Oh?" Onyx flicked the cap up on a plastic water bottle and took a long drink. "How'd that happen?"

May's eyes misted over as she remembered. "It was at one of those dumb inter-region summits, where all the League Champions and Gym Leaders and their families from all the regions would have a big get-together. I always hated them. They were just the most boring thing ever. Not even the other kids were any fun. Even the ones that would talk to me just asked me about my dad."

"Awkward." Onyx passed May a bottle of her own.

May drank slowly, slowly easing her parched throat. "But then I met Misty. I think it was her first summit. And she was…well, I was sitting bored at our table, my dad was talking to some old guy, and I saw her on the other side of the room. She was wearing this red, strapless dress and just looked so uncomfortable in it, and she kept trying to talk to other Gym Leaders, but you could tell that they were weirded out by her, and finally she just gave up and went to go sit by herself."

"And that's when you introduced yourself."

May nodded. "Well, yeah! She looked interesting! I mean, I thought she was just some other Gym Leader's kid, but you can imagine my shock when she told me that she was a fully-fledged Gym Leader herself. I thought that all Gym Leaders were as bad as my dad. I never thought that one would be a kid like me!"

"How old were you guys?"

"I was ten. She was eight."

Onyx winced. "Sweet Mother of Arceus."

Great. This again. "Yeah, whatever," she said dismissively. "Anyway, we just kept hanging out after that. I was actually surprised that my dad didn't mind, though I'm pretty sure her status had something to do with it. And she was just so lonely. I just sort of felt I had to look after her."

At this, Onyx's face smoothed out. "And her you."

"Yeah." May felt her stomach grow sour. This was part of the story she didn't care for. "Anyway, things at home kept getting…worse, and I couldn't take it anymore. So I figured, forget this, I'll just do what I've always wanted to do, and do it now. So that's when I convinced her to catch me."

There actually had been a lot more to it than that, a lot of stuff involving her dad, Misty, her brother, her mom, her old school, and the police, but May didn't feel the need to share all that. Onyx really only needed to know the important parts, after all.

"Wow," the big PokeGirl murmured.

May shot her a sidelong look. "And before you start, I don't care how young we are. I don't care about your reasons or your rules. Becoming a PokeGirl has made me happier than I've ever been in my life. And if there's problems that come with that, then I'll just learn how to deal with them. I'm not going back. Ever."

Onyx was silent for a time. She remained hunched over, slowly turning her water bottle between her fingers, contemplatively staring at the ground. And when she spoke, her voice was slow and thoughtful. "You know, I asked Brock to catch me too."

May perked up at that. "Wait, really?"

Onyx nodded. "I was nineteen at the time. My home life wasn't…" She frowned. "Well, it wasn't great. I mean, nowhere near as bad as yours, but it was just me and my mom and my brother. And my brother had gotten hospitalized when he was young. He was hit by a bus, and was stuck in a wheelchair, and money was always tight, and I had to get a couple of jobs when I was fourteen to help with the bills. That meant going to work right after school every day, working on the weekends, missing out on holidays, never really making any friends. My grades got bad, I had trouble sleeping, and I was always just so tired all the time. I barely was able to graduate high-school, and I had basically no chance of getting into college. I was stuck working my jobs, because if I left, my mom and brother would have no one to help them."

"Well," May said after a pause. "That sucks."

"The only thing that ever made me happy was going to the gym." She cleared her throat. "Um, I mean workout gym, not Pokemon gym. There was one not far from the school, so I started going there for about half-an-hour after school before my shifts would start. It really helped burn off a lot of frustration. Otherwise, I probably would have lost my mind. And then I met Brock." A small, wistful smile tugged at her mouth. "He had just gotten back from his Pokemon journey and was being trained to take over his father's gym. I'd see him in there most days, working his ass off to get stronger. But he was so nice! I'd overhear him talking to the gym employees, to his personal trainer, the other gym members, and he was just so polite and considerate."

"And hot?" Misty guessed.

"Oh, scorching," Onyx confirmed without hesitation. "I mean, you've seen him! Even back then, he never seemed to know what a shirt was. Anyway, I heard him talking about helping take care of his siblings at home, and I was like, wow, tall, buff, hot, nice, and helpful at home? I want me some of that!"

May couldn't help but smile. This part she had no trouble empathizing with. "And let me guess: you started working out in tight shorts and a sports bra, huh?"

"Smart kid," Onyx said, her brow raised. She reached over to playfully ruffle May's hair. "Yeah, it was something like that. I was really smooth about it too, asked him to help spot me on the bench, and he did. And we got to talking. And flirting. Well, I thought it was flirting, but it turns out he's just like that. Figured that out when he excitedly told me about how he met his girlfriend."

"Ouch," May said with a wince.

Onyx laughed. "Yeah, that was a nice blow to the ol' ego. But to make a long story short, come to find out that this girlfriend was actually my favorite coworker from my main job. That made things confusing. Then I found out that he had two PokeGirls already and was looking to get more. That made things simpler." She shrugged. "I asked him to catch me and that was that."

Frowning, May scratched her head. "But…what about your family?"

"Brock takes care of them," Onyx told her. "The families of a Gym Leader's PokeGirls are supported by the League. They even paid for my brother's surgery so he can have feeling in his arms and use his hands again."

At this, May felt truly boggled. She had grown up in a Gym Leader's home and had never heard anything about that. "They are? Huh. Lyra and Kris never mentioned anything about that. Then again it's not like I ever got to talk to them." She shook her head. Man, there really was a whole lot about the PokeGirl world that she didn't know. "So…does it make things awkward with Brock? I mean, having his wife know that you're in love with him."

Onyx rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I love Brock, yes. But I also love Lucy. Not quite in the same way, but I still love her. Just like I love the rest of the girls. There's no jealousy between PokeGirls. We're family."

"Family," May repeated. She couldn't keep the bitter note out of her voice. "Yeah. Sounds nice." Drawing her legs up onto the bench, she wrapped her arms around them as she glowered ruefully over her knees. "Wish someone told my dad that."

Onyx laid a sympathetic hand on the sulking girl's shoulder. "May. There's a lot that you chose to do that I don't agree with. But I get it. What happened to you wasn't your fault, and I'm not going to judge how you chose to deal with it."

"Thanks," May muttered, laying a hand on top of Onyx's. "I just wish I could be like you. Just be open about all this, and not have to worry about getting Misty in trouble."

"I can't help you there," Onyx admitted. "But I get it." Then she glanced up at the ceiling. "You know, your friend is probably done fighting Brock."

Which was a clear signal that their "training" session was up. "It would be a crazy long battle if he wasn't," May said. She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening it the best she could. "Um, thank you, by the way."

Onyx gave her shoulder a squeeze and stood up. "Of course."

May didn't rise with her. She lowered her legs and leaned back, hands on the bench. "But I don't think we're done."

"Eh?"

May's eyes roved up and down Onyx's body, which, despite all the emotional catharsis she had just been tricked into enduring, was still one of the best she had ever seen. "You promised to show me a few tricks on how to control myself." Then she tapped a finger against her pubic mound. "And you said that you'd eat me out. You can do both at the same time."

Onyx froze. "Oh, are you serious?" she groaned. "That was just to get you to open up! The other girls are laughing about me liking them young already!"

"Tough." May spread her legs wide. "You made a promise."

"I…guess I did," Onyx sighed. "Nice going, Onyx." She shook her head. "All right, but don't tell the other PokeGirls about this!"

"I won't," May promised. That didn't mean she couldn't brag to her friends, though. "I…"

And then Onyx scooped her easily into her arms and brought May's pussy up to her mouth.

"-ah!"

…

Brock reached out with one large hand and gently, but firmly, grasped Ash's child-sized palm. "Again, my congratulations. That was something to see."

Ash nodded in thanks as he shook hands with the big man. "Thank you."

"Is your Kabutops gonna be okay, though?" Yellow asked. "I mean, it was kinda…wrecked."

"Oh, it'll be fine," Brock said. "Healing Machines are something of a technological miracle. I'm going to have my hands full calming it down later, though. It'll want to hunt your Tangela down for a rematch as soon as it can stand."

"Sounds like someone I know," Ash said with a sigh, casting a brief glance over to the doors that Onyx had led May through. "Oh, by the way: how'd you know how badly I wanted to see a fossil Pokemon?"

Brock tilted his head in puzzlement. "I…didn't?"

"Really?" Ash cast a glance over her shoulder to Misty. "Misty didn't say anything to you at all?"

"No. Should she have?"

"Wasn't me," Misty confirmed. "I haven't spoken to Brock since you first took him on."

"But your dad gave me this!" Ash held up the pendant around his neck, the one with the baby Omanyte fossil. "He knew too!"

Brock cleared his throat. "That was probably just a lucky guess. Kids really like his fossil jewelry, so it was probably a safe bet you did too."

"Oh."

Brock tilted his head. "So, you're really into prehistoric Pokemon, huh?"

Ash hesitated, and then nodded. "Yeah. Um, my d-dad used to go on a lot of archeological digs, so, um, he'd…" His throat closed up.

"I understand." Brock's rough-lined face softened. Ash hadn't told him that about his father's passing, and yet he seemed to intuit it anyway. He laid a hand on Ash's shoulder. "I'm sure he would be very proud of you right now."

Ash had to swallow hard to fight back the sob that had suddenly risen up. He sniffed and nodded.

"And speaking of which, here you go." Brock held out his other hand, fingers open. Lying in his calloused palm was a small chip of granite, cut and polished into a diamond shape. "The Boulder Badge, fairly earned."

Ash reached out and took the badge. It felt cool and smooth in his hand. The back had a small, metal pin covered with a cap so it could be set on his badge display. "Thank you." Then a thought struck him. "So, um, seeing how things got a little crazy, how did I do?"

Brock folded his arms. "You're looking for an honest assessment?"

Ash nodded.

"Good. Well, you're definitely still green, and have a lot to learn before you're ready for the big leagues."

Ash nodded again. That much he already knew.

"You do have a lot of talent though. I can tell that you're a very empathetic person, one who's in-tune with your Pokemon's feelings, a very essential trait to have. You were fully prepared to take another forfeit if your Pokemon wasn't willing to fight. You're also a fast thinker during a conflict, and I was impressed how quickly you adapted and changed your strategy to match mine. I'd say you definitely have it in you to go all the way."

Ash beamed.

"However," Brock said, holding up a finger. "That empathy can also end up working against you. I can also tell that you have a tendency to burden yourself with tasks too great for your shoulders, and despite the bond that you've formed with Tangela, your insistence on training it yourself despite your young age and lack of experience is very telling."

That made Ash's face fall. "Of what?"

"That you're also stubborn, prideful, and take too much on yourself. You may have talent, and you may have succeeded today, but if you're not careful, then you run the risk of burying yourself under your own hubris."

Ash opened his mouth to argue, but then Misty laid a hand on his shoulder. He shot her a frustrated look, only for her to slowly shake her head.

Taking the hint, Ash closed his mouth again.

"You wanted honesty, and that's my take," Brock said. "Everyone has weaknesses. This is yours."

"Okay," Ash said after a long, thoughtful pause. "I'll…think about what you said."

"That's good to hear," Brock said with a nod. Then he turned to Misty. "And as for you…"

Her hand still on Ash's shoulder, Misty tensed up.

However, Brock wasn't looking to criticize. "I am sorry that I didn't reach out to help earlier. I will see what I can do about the harassment. And the threats."

Misty scowled. "I've been handling it okay so far."

Ash snorted.

"And what was that all about, Ash Ketchum?" Misty said, turning her glower toward her trainer.

Ash folded his arms. "Talk about being stubborn and prideful," he said.

Misty's scowl deepened, and Ash could swear that he saw actual sparks zipping through those bright emerald eyes of hers. However, it passed quickly.

"Point taken," she muttered, turning away.

"Good to hear," Brock said. And then he turned to Yellow, who had her hands clasped behind her back and had been swaying back and forth on her heels as everyone talked. "As for you, Yellow, I look forward to our eventual battle together."

"Me too!" Yellow said. "Though you can use your PokeGirls to fight me. None of my Pokemon are scared of them, and your girls are really pretty!"

Brock glanced over to Misty. "She spends a lot of time with Miss Maple, doesn't she?"

Misty and Ash both sighed. "Yeah," Misty admitted.

Almost as if on cue, the double doors swung open, and out came Onyx, half-supporting, half-dragging a rubber-legged May along with her.

Aside from the dazed look on May's face and her inability to stand, neither PokeGirl looked especially roughed up, though they could have easily have healed and cleaned up after…whatever they had been doing. And whatever it was, it was clear that May had enjoyed it.

"Well, it took a little work, but I finally got through to her," Onyx said as she hauled her twelve-year-old pupil along with her. "Honestly though, she needs more than an afternoon cram session, but I did what I could."

"Oh, she looks like she has had a time!" Yellow said, her eye going wide.

"Yesh, got through'tah me…oh." May's head lolled back and forth.

"What…What did you do to her?" Misty said, her eyes widening in horror.

"Relax, shortstack. Your girlfriend's fine." Onyx held May's limp body toward her friends, who hastily moved in to take her, Ash taking one of May's arms over his shoulders and Misty the other. "Taught her to control her hormones better and not let them dictate her every thought."

"How does that lead to this?" Misty demanded.

"Well, I had to do it while we were sparring," Onyx said matter-of-factly. "And PokeGirl sparring gets kind of rough."

Misty looked like she was going to yell some more, but then May grunted and forced her legs up under her. "Relash, Red," she said, her speech still slurring a little. "A'm fiiiiiiinnnneeee! Jush need a goosh lawng nap, an' A'll be okey-dokey!"

Misty pursed her lips but said nothing.

"Hey, whazz ubbutt you, do'?" May said, turning her head toward Ash. "Baddah go goosh?"

Ash blinked.

"She's asking how the battle went," Yellow helpfully supplied.

"Oh, great! Look!" Ash held up the badge of polished granite.

May's dazed features split in a happy grin. "Shee? Tol'ja yah cud do ish!" Then she leaned in to give him a kiss.

Ash's eyes went wide in surprise, but he still had the wherewithal to kiss her back. And why shouldn't he? They had both just achieved important milestones (or so he presumed; he still had no idea what had actually gone on with Onyx). They both deserved a celebratory kiss.

The kiss parted, and now May's face was even hazier than before, her cheeks luminescent with arousal. "When we get back," she murmured, her voice now at least more clear, "we are going to celebrate. Properly."

Ash's pants suddenly felt very tight.

"Oh, good grief," Misty groused.

"You're invited too!" May declared.

Ash swallowed. He might have said something about that, but then he became aware of a hushed but increasingly heated argument between Brock and Onyx.

"It's a PokeGirl thing, you wouldn't understand," Onyx was saying to something Brock had commented.

"I understand enough," Brock said. "And whatever you two did clearly went too far."

"Well, someone had to," Onyx retorted. "The poor kid was a mess. No one had ever shown her how to be a PokeGirl properly!"

"I don't have a problem with you teaching her some self-control, but I do have a problem with you fucking kids!"

"I didn't fuck her! I trained her!"

"There is a clear-" Then Brock noticed the children staring at him and winced. He made a slashing motion across his throat. Onyx sighed and walked off, holding her palms into the air.

Turning toward the quartet, Brock roughly cleared his throat and said, "Sorry about that. We shouldn't have had that discussion in front of you."

"It's…okay," Ash said.

"Giv'er a break," May mumbled. "Onyx'ish helpt me loads!"

"Ah, well, I see." Brock still looked very uncomfortable. "But anyway, you four should probably go. I still have other challengers waiting outside, so…"

"Er, right!" Misty hastily got moving, Ash quick to follow, the two of them carrying the still-limp May with them, Yellow following close after.

And then Brock called, "Oh, uh, May?"

Ash blinked in surprise. May's face twisted up in confusion. Even Misty looked bewildered. The three of them turned.

Brock cleared his throat again. "I wish you the best of luck," he said. "And I am sorry that none of us intervened before. Someone should have done something."

May's feet went out from under her, and had she not already been supported by her friends she would have fallen. Ash, who still didn't know the details of her troubled family life, could tell that she was both totally shocked and touched by Brock's words.

"I, er, um…" May swallowed. "Th-Thanks!" She shot Brock a pair of finger-guns, her arms still thrown over Ash and Misty's shoulders. "You're a good guy, Brock."

Brock nodded, and the quartet again made their way to the door. As they did, Ash heard May mumble under her breath, "Why couldn't he have been my dad?"

Ash's throat felt tight. Though it may be for completely different reasons, he still knew exactly how she felt.

…

Outside, May's disheveled state and need to be carried along by her friends got them some very concerned looks from those still lined up.

Ash's mind quickly raced for an explanation. "Uh, it's her first time battling!" he told them. "Overwhelmed with emotion!"

"Overwhelmed by something, all right," May muttered as they passed from the courtyard to the sidewalk. She planted her feet firmly beneath her and grunted. "Okay, set me down. I can walk."

"You sure?" Ash said as May released their shoulders. She did still look a little loopy.

Groaning, May crouched down with her hands on her knees. "Yeah, just…give me a moment here." She started slowly breathing in and out, taking in deep breaths before releasing them. "Whew."

"Are you sure you didn't have sex with Onyx?" Yellow asked. "Because it definitely looks like you had sex with Onyx."

"Uh…not really, but it was still…super intense!" May gingerly straightened up. She took a single step forward. Her legs wobbled a bit, but when she didn't fall, she was able to take another.

"May," Misty said, sounding very worried. "What did she do to you?"

"Made me hit her."

"Er…what?"

May waved her off. "It's a whole thing. Honestly, it was more about letting out some stuff that I had bottled up. So…yeah. It was good for me."

"If you say so," Misty said, though her dubious tone spoke to her skepticism.

"I mean, she did eat me out when we were done, so-"

"I KNEW IT!"

"Relax, Red," May grunted as she lifted one leg, flexed at the knee, and then did the same with the other. "It was mainly to get me to go along with it."

"What was her tongue like?" Yellow asked. "Was it all rocky?"

"No, but it sure was big!"

"I…" Misty sighed. "Well, so long as you're okay, but…"

"I'm fine! No one got beat up. Seriously, it was good for me."

"If you say so."

"I do." Then May turned to Ash. "So! Let's head back then. We've earned some downtime."

"Okay," Ash said. "But give me a moment. I need to do something first."

He expanded Nidoran and Tangela's pokeballs and opened them both, causing the duo to appear on the sidewalk in front of him.

Brock had of course let him heal them up before giving him the badge, so they were as right as rain. However, given what his most recent memories consisted of, Nidoran emerged in quite the foul mood.

He looked around wildly and, after confirming that he still wasn't stuck in the arena with an aggressive Rhyhorn, turned his attention to Ash.

"NIDORIDONIDORAN!" he angrily squeaked.

"I'm sorry, but I told you already, I didn't know he was going to use a Rhyhorn!"

"NI!"

"Yeah, I guess I should have waited a little," Ash admitted. "But hey, when you finally evolve, you'll be just as big as that Rhyhorn."

More irritated chittering.

"Okay, okay!" Ash said, holding up his palms. "I'll be more careful next time."

Tangela looked from Ash to Nidoran in confusion. "Tangy?" she asked.

"Nidoni!" Nidoran snapped back.

"Tan," Tangela answered.

Nidoran's head snapped to it in shock. "DORIN? DOR?"

Tangela nodded. "Gelly!"

"Pika!" Chuey called from Yellow's shoulder.

Nidoran rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Hey, guys! Stop arguing!" Ash cut in. "It's nobody's fault, and we all won in the end, didn't we?"

Nidoran sighed again in resignment. "Nidoran," he grumbled, and then pattered over to Tangela to pat his new partner's shoe with his foot. Tangela beamed, and then reached down to stroke Nidoran's back with a vine.

"That's better," Ash said as he recalled the two.

"Wow," Misty said, her brow raising. "I'm honestly impressed. Most trainers wouldn't take the time to do that after winning a badge."

Ash stared at her in bafflement. "They don't? Why? Pokemon are our friends, and they just got beat up for me! Isn't checking in on them right after the bare minimum?"

Misty blinked. Then she cringed and guiltily looked away for some reason.

Huh? What was that all about? Ash was about to ask her what was wrong, but then May, who had been silently watching the whole exchange with her mouth open, slowly shook her head. "You can understand what they're saying?"

"Of course not! But if you listen to the tone and pay attention to the context, you can pick up the gist of it. Nidoran was still upset about having to fight Brock's Rhyhorn, and was surprised that Tangela beat it."

"That must've been a blow to his pride," May remarked. "Still, that's kind of amazing."

Ash shrugged. "I dunno, it's not that hard."

"If you say so. Still sounds kind of weird to me." Then she grinned, and shot Ash a thumb's up. "Still, all's well that ends well! And I'm in the mood to celebrate! You guys wanna triple-team me when we get back to the hotel?"

Ash choked. Misty buried her face in her palm.

"Actually, I can't," Yellow said. "I really need to get going."

Ash felt his chest seize up.

"Huh?" May said. "Go where?"

"Back to Viridian Forest, remember? I was only hanging around to see Ash win the badge, and now that he has, it's time to go!"

"But so soon?" May whined. "Why not wait until morning?"

"Because I really want to get back in there," Yellow said. "I've been dreaming about it this whole time!"

Ash was quite beside himself. He already knew that Yellow was going to leave them soon and had come to accept that, but now that the time had suddenly come, he found himself unwilling to let go.

"Yellow," he said. "I, uh, I don't know-"

Suddenly Yellow threw her arms around him, cutting him off. "It's okay, Ash," she said. "I'm not abandoning you again. We'll run into each other before too long."

Maybe so, but that didn't change the fact that he now had a lump in his throat.

"I…" Then he slowly breathed out. Easy, Ash. It's her adventure, not yours. "Okay. But promise me that we'll see each other again!"

"Of course we will, silly!"

Though Ash had no idea how she could promise such a thing, he felt that he could believe her.

"All right," he said reluctantly. "Let's go then."

…

Misty sat by herself in the corner of the hotel room, rolling Staryu and Starmie's pokeballs around in her palm as Ash and Misty helped Yellow pack, mulling over Ash's words in her head.

They didn't get beat up for you, they attacked you.

Sighing, Misty leaned her head back against the wall. Because I trained them to hate electric-types.

So? They should've at least heard you out! Besides, didn't Starmie read your mind? It should have known that it wasn't your fault!

True, but that didn't mean that it was okay to leave them the way they were.

Why not? They got what they deserved.

Misty's stomach clenched up.

I should still heal them.

It's their own fault. Not yours. You had them for four years, and they do that to you?

Doesn't matter. I shouldn't have been pressing Ash to cheat anyway.

Nothing to do with this. It's their own-

Shut up.

Blinking away tears, Misty raised her head to watch as Ash helped Yellow shoulder her large pack.

"Okay, I think that's everything," he said. "That is everything, right?"

Yellow plopped her big straw hat onto her head. "Double-triple-checked. Right!"

"And you've got enough of that skin cream, right?"

"Plenty!" Then Yellow waved a piece of paper in the air. "Besides, I still got my prescription, so I can just pop into the PokeCenter to stock up whenever I need to. But I'm sure it'll be all be good soon anyway."

Ash still looked concerned. "Okay, but remember you won't have anyone to help put it on, so what if those hard to reach spots get infected or-"

"Oh, Chuey will help me with those." Yellow knelt down and affectionately squished her Pikachu's cheeks between her palms. "Won't you, Chuey?"

Chuey sighed, but then nodded and held up a somewhat reluctant thumb's-up.

"Okay," Ash said again. "But what if-"

"Ash, I'll be fine," Yellow said in slight exasperation. "I swear, you're becoming your mom!"

Ash winced. "Well, I'm just saying, after last time…"

"Stop worrying, okay? I'm a big girl, I can handle myself!" Then Yellow reached up with her arms to loop them around Ash's neck and hug him tight. "I'm glad I ran into you, though."

Ash returned the embrace. "You too. It was…fun. You know, hanging out again. Battling together."

"It was. Maybe we'll be able to do it again one day!"

Then Yellow turned to May, grinned, and stretched out her arms for a hug.

"Oh, you get more than that!" May suddenly swept Yellow into her arms, backpack and all, and lifted her arms to kiss her so hard that Yellow's upper body was bent back and her dangling feet started kicking the air.

The kiss parted, leaving Yellow's head lolling limply from side to side, her eyes now unfocused and hazy. "You sure you don't wanna come with us?" May said, placing a finger against Yellow's nose.

"Ahhhh…" Yellow groaned. There was practically steam coming out of her ears. She roughly shook her head to get her focus back. "S-Sorry. But I'm sure we'll run into each other again, and then we can have lots of sex!"

Misty raised an eyebrow. She shot a sidelong look to Ash, who was glancing at her as well. They both sighed.

May placed Yellow down. But instead of leaving, the small girl then hurried across the room over to where Misty was sitting.

As she approached, Misty's felt herself tensing up. She really didn't have anything against Yellow, but it wasn't like they had bonded like she had with the other two, so what was there to say?

But that didn't seem to bother Yellow any, who promptly threw her arms around Misty as well.

"And I'm glad I met you too, Misty!" she said. "I wish you good luck with all that stuff you have to do!"

Misty's brow rose in surprise, but then she relaxed. Oh well. "Thanks," she said, lightly returning the hug. "Glad I met you too."

Yellow drew back. "And maybe when I get around to badges, I'll see you again at your gym!"

That actually was a strong possibility. "I'll look forward to it, then!"

Nodding, Yellow finally headed for the door. "Okay, I promise I'll see you all again!"

"Bye-Bye!" May said, waving. "Don't get eaten by a Pinsir!"

"Or cut in half by a Scyther," Ash added.

"Or poisoned by a Butterfree."

"Or stabbed by a Beedrill…You sure you want to go in there alone?"

Yellow giggled. "I won't be alone!" She tapped her shoulder, and Chuey bounded up. "Okay, bye again, see you on the road!"

"Pika!" Chuey said with a tiny wave of his own.

The door closed, and she was gone. Ash silently stared after her, clearly wishing that wasn't leaving.

"I am really going to miss that little moppet," May said regretfully, breaking the quiet.

Ash shot her a look. "I bet you are. How many times did you have sex with her, anyway?"

"Depends on your definition of 'sex'! If you mean pussy-to-pussy, then only that one time. But I did finger her a few times. And ate her out this morning. And she ate me out yesterday. And then there were all those times I got to rub both of you down when we were in the forest, and then there's-"

"Okay, okay, I get the picture!" Ash groused, holding his hands into the air.

"Then don't ask if it's going to weird you out." Then May looked Ash up and down and smirked. "But if you want a little demonstration," she said, leaning forward and sensuously drawing a finger down the front of Ash's shirt, "I think someone is owed a little celebration."

Ash's face flushed red. "Uh…how much of a celebration?"

May's finger then trailed upward so her hand could slide in behind his neck. "Oh, there'll be fireworks," she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against his ear. "And lots of cheering."

Misty swallowed. She knew fully well where this was going, and if she didn't get out now, then that was it. She would never be able to leave Ash again.

Besides, she had something that she needed to do.

"Okay, I gotta go," Misty said, abruptly rising to her feet.

Both Ash and May jerked toward her in surprise. "Go?" Ash said. "Go where?"

"To the PokeCenter," Misty said. "To…You know." She held out the two pokeballs. "Take care of this."

Ash's face twisted up in confusion. "Why didn't you just use Brock's machine?"

"Well, maybe I should've, but I didn't, so now I'm doing it now," Misty said with a scowl.

"Why?" May said. "They turned on you, remember?"

"Yeah, and that stank! But I still can't leave them like this," Misty said. "I know, I know, they shot me first. But I'm the one that trained them to hate electric-types."

"Don't excuse that."

"Look, I'm going to heal Staryu and Starmie, and that's it," Misty snapped. "Okay?"

May held up her palms. "Fine, fine."

"Should I come-" Ash started to offer.

"Nope! I got this," Misty said. "In fact…"

Ash tilted his head, his brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"I might…just take the long way there. And back. And run a few other errands." She looked from Ash's face to May. "So…go ahead and celebrate without me. However you want."

May's eyes widened. "Misty…"

"Um, see you guys in a bit! Have fun!" With that, Misty hurried to the door, pulled it open, and darted out.

…

Ash stared at the door that Misty had just rushed out of. "What's up with her?" he said.

Folding her arms, May pursed her lips. "So that's what she's up to," she groused.

"Huh?"

May glanced over to Ash and sighed. "Okay. Ash? Before we do this, we should…establish a few, um, ground rules?"

"Ground rules?" Ash scratched his head. "Er, okay?"

"I am about to rock your ten-year-old world," May stated flatly. "I am going to light your fire, make you see stars, and leave you breathless. I am going absolutely blow your mind and your penis, probably at the same time too."

Ash gawked at her. He had a pretty good feeling that it was going to be something like that, but to hear her state it so plainly, and with such vibrant metaphors…

Then again, this was May they were talking about.

"So, this is h-happening?" he stammered. His heart had started pounding in anticipation, and his pants were feeling pretty tight. "You and I are…we're gonna…"

"Right. That." May sighed. "That's what the rules are all about."

Now Ash was confused along with being horny. "Er…what r-rules?"

"Because as much as I want to…and I really, really want to…we got to stick with what's already been established as okay for us to do."

Ash stared, a blank look on his face.

"I mean while we're doing it, I'm gonna need you to be real careful not to stick Little Ash into the May Cave," May said, her voice tinged with regret.

Wait, what? "So, wait? We're still not going to have sex? Come on! After all that?"

"I know! I know! It's not fair, I get that! But even so, it's gotta be that way."

"Why? Misty basically told us to do whatever we want!"

May let out an exasperated groan. "And that's the problem! Misty is all kinds of twisted up, and when she gets like this, she doubles and triples down on things, no matter what they are! But when she's cooled down, it'll only hurt her more."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"I know! But…Okay, this is very much a PokeGirl thing, but the bond between PokeGirl and trainer is no small thing. And as much as Misty might fight it, she's still a PokeGirl, and when she realizes that she gave her trainer's virginity to someone else, it'll only push her away more!"

Ash's brow furrowed. "So what you're saying is…"

"I'm saying that we both want her to stay with you," May finished for her. "We both think that she'll be happier that way. And I'm pretty sure she knows that too, and she's trying to push us together to make going back to her stupid gym easier."

"That…huh?"

"Like I said: PokeGirl stuff can be pretty weird. Either way, I'm not going to give up that easily on her."

At this, Ash sighed, but he did see May's point. He was still holding out hope that Misty might change her mind, and it would be stupid to throw away their best weapon in making that happen, even if the idea of that weapon being his penis struck him as extremely strange.

"All right," he said reluctantly. "I guess we don't have to-"

"HOWEVER!" May raised a finger. "That still leaves us with a ton of stuff that we can do, and I for one intend on taking advantage of every bit of it! I am nothing but creative, after all."

At this, Ash perked up. "Really?"

"Really. I love Misty, but this is really starting to get on my nerves. And I need this. You need this. We both need this. So, that's all she's getting. You and I are going to have some fun."

Ash's heartrate picked up. "Oh. Um, what…what kind of fun?"

To this, May took a few steps back, looking up, down, and all around, surveying the whole of the room they had rented.

"You know the funny thing about these Trainer Hotels?" she said as she went over to retrieve a silver remote set on a holder attached to the wall. Sitting in the hotel along with it was a small instructional booklet.

"Er, no. What?"

May flipped through the booklet until she found what she was looking for. She then pointed the remote at the ceiling and clicked a button.

The lights started to dim, but they didn't go out, stopping at about thirty percent brightness. At the same time, the shades closed themselves over the glass door that led to the outside balcony, giving the two some privacy.

Ash's hands started to shake in anticipation.

Another button pressed, and the dimmed lights shifted, changing from yellowish-white to blood red. They then began to pulse, brightening and darkening like a heartbeat.

"Wh-What's going on?" Ash said. "What're the lights for?"

With a sly smile, May clicked yet another button, and music began to play, a low, thrumming bass with a slow and steady percussion, intercut with a wailing saxophone and a jazzy piano. The pulsing of the lights adjusted to the beat.

Now Ash understood better.

"Oh."

"Just setting the mood," May said as she pushed one final button. A hatch opened in the center of the floor, and a straight metal pole, just thick enough around for May to close her fingers around, extended up to attach to a waiting docket in the ceiling.

"I've always wanted to do something like this," May said as she walked over to the pole, her hips sway hypnotically to the rhythm of the music. "I used to practice with my brother's tetherball pole when everyone had gone to sleep."

A million different questions entered Ash's mind, and he decided to ask exactly none of them.

"Now," May purred as she slid a hand up the pole's length. "Let's get naked."

…

Misty really wished that she had remembered how cloyingly thick the air of the PokeCenter was with PokeGirl pheromones. She was already an emotional mess walking in, and the burning in her loins was quite cross with her for what she just walked out on. But as soon as she walked through the sliding door, it was like all of those twisty feelings were hooked up to a massive generator with the juice turned all the way up.

She stopped in place, shut her eyes, and squeezed her hands into fists. Get a grip, she told herself. If May can control herself without making a scene, you can too!

Then again, May didn't so much control herself as she did live dangerously close to the edge at all times and release any pent up tension at any and all opportunities, so it was probably easier for her. But Misty was not about to try something like that.

Once she felt that she could ignore the stirrings in her guts and the tingling of her skin, she opened her eyes, exhaled, and headed toward the Healing Machine.

"Good day, young lady!" Nurse Joy said as she approached. Then her brow rose. "Ah, you were one of those kids with the Tangela! How is your stalwart friend?"

Ironically, Tangela was doing better than she was, and she hadn't been tortured to the point of madness. "Uh, going well!" Misty said in as chipper a tone as she could muster. "A little rough at first, but it's really forming a bond with Ash!"

"That's a relief," Nurse Joy sighed. "I was really worried your friend was biting off more than he could chew."

Oh, you have no idea. "Well, I have a few of Pokemon of my own to heal…" Misty passed over the tray holding her pokeballs, along with her backup ID. Using her Gym Leader ID would cause more of a stir than she felt up to dealing with right now.

"Of course!" Nurse Joy accepted the tray with a nod. "We'll have these ready for you in no time!"

"Okay." Misty glanced over to the PC's. "Um, I have some things to check over at the computers."

"Then we'll have your Pokemon waiting here when you're done."

"Thank you." That done, Misty turned to walk over to the row of computers.

…

Ash had thought that he had been getting used to his friends constantly taking their clothes off. Which wasn't untrue; as arousing as it still was, he no longer shut down completely at the sight of May's boobs or Misty's pussy.

But man, there was a clear difference between May stripping down because that's just kind of what she liked to do, and May doing a stinking pole dance for him while doing so.

Keeping one hand on the pole, she strutted around it, hips swaying with the music, legs crossing in front of each other like a fashion model striding down a runway. She twirled around and then pressed her back to the pole, her arm extended above her head, and dipped down low, her butt gyrating against its length, with her chest thrust forward, the curve of her breasts pressing out against the tight material of her shirt.

Though he wanted nothing more than to simply stand still and watch, Ash was vaguely aware that his legs were starting to wobble underneath him. Not taking his eyes from the beautiful scene taking place in front of him, he reached out with one shaking hand and grasped around until it had grabbed onto one of the chairs set at the room's single-legged table. He hastily yanked it around and plopped into the seat, all the while continuing to stare slack-jawed and dry-mouthed.

Shooting him a wink, May continued to hold onto the pole with one hand while the other reached up to grasp her shirt's zipper. Ash watched with hungry eyes as the zipper came down, exposing a trail of bare skin in its wake, the edges of her perky breasts peeking out from behind the separated teeth.

Without breaking eye contact, May reached in with her hands to pull her shirt down from her shoulders. It slid down, paused a bit, and finally slipped down the rest of the way when she straightened her arms, to be tossed lightly into Ash's lap, making him leap a little.

"Remember when we first met?" May said as she lightly cupped her right breast and gave it a squeeze.

Ash blinked. "May, it was only like a week ago!"

"Yeah, but a lot happened since then." She again began to dance around the pole, her free hand traveling up and down her front, caressing her stomach and lightly fingering her nipples while her swaying hips now shaking with greater aplomb.

Then, when she was directly facing Ash again, she stopped, turned toward him, and leaned back against the pole. With a salacious smile, May hooked her free thumb into the waistline of her skirt and gave it a push. "Remember when you were treating me in the PokeCenter's back room? Remember how you couldn't stop staring?" The skirt drifted down past her knees and landed around her socks.

Ash did; he most certainly did. "Well, you can't really blame me."

"Oh, definitely not. I could tell that you liked what you saw." Releasing the pole, May pinched the stretchy material of her bike shorts at both hips.

Then she turned around and bent over, peeling her shorts off with one swift motion, her bare butt presented to him, the fat lips of her vulva squeezed between her thighs. She started bending and straightening one leg and then the next, making her butt sway back and forth in a rather fetching manner.

Ash's hands squeezed together in his lap, clutching May's shirt between them. He was now very hard, the front of his pants being shoved up into the discarded shirt in his grasp.

"But you know what else?" May said with a coy glance over her shoulder. "Even though I had no idea what was going on, I could tell you were a good guy."

Ash blinked. "Oh, d-d-did you?"

"Mmmm-hmmm. And I liked what I saw too," she said as she straightened back up and turned around to face him again. Reaching up with one hand, she grabbed back onto the pole and bent her upper body back against it, touching it with one swaying shoulder, her slender torso curved up at the ceiling and her shapely hips thrust out at him. She reached down with her other hand to cup her naked sex, squeezing it, before drawing her palm back just enough to part her lower lips with two fingers, exposing her wet, pink insides.

Ash inhaled sharply. Naked lust coiled in his gut and fogged his brain. He wanted to…well, do a lot of things. Get his own clothes off for one and start tugging on the almost painful hardness shoving up against his pants. Grab May and pull her into him to cover her with his fingermarks. Have her deal with his painful hardness, as it was her fault that it was aching so much.

Steady, steady, he told himself. Don't rush. Just let her do her thing.

But what if things went bad again? What if some bizarre interruption was waiting to spring before things got good? What if Misty changed her mind and rushed back to call the whole thing off? Something had to go wrong; it always did!

But now May was approaching him, body still moving with the music, hands planted on her swaying hips as she continued to catwalk her way over to where he was seated.

All rational thought left Ash's mind as May leaned in to drape her arms around his neck. She kissed him on his shoulder, on his neck, and on his cheek, leaving a warm, tingling spot each time.

And then she slid her face over to kiss him on the mouth.

This time Ash didn't need any prompting. All he needed was her. Releasing her shirt, he reached up to wrap his own arms around her shoulders, pulling her into the kiss. He needed more of her, needed to feel her, needed to taste her, and needed to be felt and tasted by her.

Then, with a single movement so smooth that Ash almost didn't notice that she was moving until she had turned all the way around, May was sitting down in his lap. She plucked her shirt up and lightly tossed it aside before aggressively grinding her butt and hips against his bulge, her back pressed up against his front.

And yet she didn't break the kiss, somehow managing to keep her face in line with his, growling and moaning as her tongue probed around his mouth. Her teeth closed lightly around his lower lip, not biting hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough for him to feel the strength in her jaws.

You know what to do.

Keeping the kiss going, Ash pawed around her body until hands settled on her breasts. He squeezed them as hard as he could, squishing into her mounds, the hardness of her nipples pressing out in between his fingers.

"There you go," she whispered into his mouth. "But let's get you ready too."

Before Ash could inquire what she meant by that, May suddenly popped up out of his lap, out of his hands, and was standing before him. She reached down with one hand to seize him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him to his feet.

Ash knew that PokeGirls were strong, and he certainly of the raw power that May possessed, but he had to admit, the ease at which she had pulled him up was kind of scary, but also extremely hot.

"Arms' up," May ordered as she grabbed the hem of Ash's shirt. Ash barely understood what was going on and got his arms over his head before May yanked the shirt fully up and over, baring him from the waist up. His head popped out of the collar, his unruly black, spiky hair bouncing.

But May wasn't done, and she clearly wasn't in the mood to wait. She briskly tossed Ash's shirt aside and knelt down to go after his pants. Her fingers undid the belt buckle and loosened the leather strap in swift, nimble movements. Less then a second later the button was undone and the zipper yanked down.

Grabbing Ash's waistline with both hands, May shucked him of both his pants and his boxers in one brusque movement. Ash couldn't help but blush a little as his erection popped free, dangling right in front of May's face.

"And there he is," May said with a wicked grin. She leaned in to plant a soft kiss against the tip.

Ash stumbled. He tried to regain his balance, but his pants and boxers were still wrapped around his feet, and as soon as his legs moved they tripped him up, and he fell.

Fortunately, May was there to catch him. She swooped up, one arm wrapping around his upper body while the other grasped him firmly by the butt, almost as if she was about to dip him in a ballroom dance.

"Let's get rid of these," May said as she pulled off his pants and boxers. Once they had been tossed aside, she walked Ash backwards until his bare back and buttocks made contact with the wall.

Draping one arm around Ash's neck, May reached down to grab onto his right leg and lifted it up until it was pressed up between her thighs. A shiver swept down Ash's back as the top of his thigh came into contact with the warm, pump flesh.

Clamping down on his leg with her own thighs, May continued to hold Ash's gaze as she lifted her other hand to clasp her fingers behind Ash's neck. And then she began to move her hips back and forth, the lips of her pussy gliding over his thigh.

"You have no idea…how badly I've wanted this," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering in ecstasy.

"I, uh, have a pretty good idea," Ash found himself saying.

"Yeah. I guess you do." Still grinding his leg, May leaned in, pressing her body against his, her boobs squishing against his chest as their mouths met.

Ash might easily be the least experienced member of their friend group, but he was a fast learner. May liked it when he was assertive, so he pushed into the kiss, slipping his tongue into the hot cavern of her mouth. May liked having her butt played with, so he grabbed it with both hands, fingers digging into the firm, yet supple flesh of the cheeks as she continued to grind her hips into his thigh.

"Oh, God," May whimpered into his mouth. She started humping his leg faster, pressing into him with greater need and urgency. One hand removed itself from his neck to reach down and seize onto his throbbing erection.

Ash winced as the pleasure sang through his veins. He almost lost his balance, but May just pressed in harder, forcing him to stay upright against the wall. She began rubbing his penis with swift, firm strokes, stroking the fires in his loins while her own sex burned hotter and hotter.

It didn't take long after that. May came first, letting out a strangled cry against Ash's mouth as the heat of her arousal smeared all over Ash's leg. Seconds after that Ash's back went stiff as his own orgasm erupted, his boyish penis not having any seed to shoot out but still acting like it did, twitching and pulsing in May's hands.

Then they began to come down, the throbbing subsiding and the pleasure receding. With a sigh, Ash lowered his arousal-slicked leg while May released his softening dick and stepped back. The two lightheaded and breathless children looked at each other with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes.

And then May burst out laughing.

"What?" Ash said in alarm as the nude PokeGirl just about collapsed into giggles. "What happened? What'd I do?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" May gasped as she doubled over, one arm holding her stomach while the other covered her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle her giggles. "You just looked at me funny, I couldn't help it!"

The giggles then burst out, and she sank to her knees laughing.

Ash stared at her, wondering how to react. He felt that he was starting to get the hang of responding to the sexy stuff, but he really had no idea what to do when his partner came down with a bad case of the giggles.

Actually, she did look pretty…

The edge of Ash's mouth perked up.

…pretty funny, with how she was…

He snorted, and then snorted again.

…almost peeing herself laughing over nothing-

Moments later the two were both plopped onto the ground leaning against each other for support as they laughed so hard that their stomachs began to hurt. There was no real reason; they just had been so wound up all day, with so many crazy things happening in such a short period of time, that their emotions were totally out of whack. Their shared orgasm had been something of a release, and once the cork had been popped out of the bottle, it all came rushing out.

"Okay," May tried to say before dissolving into guffaws all over again. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Okay! Th-That wasn't s-s-supposed to happen!"

Ash agreed. But he had to admit, it did feel really good, just letting all that tension pour out of him. He collapsed backwards, lying on his back and looking up at the ceiling as the occasional snicker shook him.

"Whew." May flopped back as well. She reached around until she found his hand, and then slipped her palm into his, squeezing his fingers.

"Still, I kind of needed that," she said.

"Yeah, me too," Ash said. "But it was kind of a mood-killer, don't you think?"

May shot him a sidelong glance. Then her gaze dipped down, towards his crotch.

Ash craned his neck and saw that despite having cum already, Little Ash was already starting to perk up again.

"Oh."

"Uh-huh." May reached over to give him a few quick strokes; not enough to send him near the edge, but just enough to work a little more stiffness in. "This mood is bullet-proof. Tension. That was a tension reliever."

"Got it." Ash slowly breathed out. "So, uh, there's…more coming, right?"

"Oh, you bet your sweet little butt there is! That was just the warm-up! Now the real fun begins!"

"Real fun? But that was pretty fu-Yipe!"

May kipped smoothly up to her feet and reached down to scoop Ash up into a bridal carry. She swung him around, marched him to the other end of the room, and simply tossed him onto one of the mats.

Landing on his butt, Ash blinked and stared up at May in confusion. "May?"

May stood there, moisture trickling down the insides of her legs, eyes roving up and down his body, a very familiar grin splitting her feature. "Nice," she growled. "Very nice."

The feeling was mutual, but Ash doubted that he looked quite as intimidating as May did then. There was something distinctly predatory about her demeanor, like she was a ravenous Pyroar and he was a raw and bloody steak.

On the one hand, it was very nice to be openly desired by a girl as hot as May was. On the other, it was also kind of terrifying.

And then May pounced.

…

Misty sat down at one of the open PC's and logged in. Once in, she brought up the Indigo League Member Portal.

They're probably having sex right now.

Misty's fingers fumbled her username and got an error message. She blinked and recomposed herself.

I know, she responded. I told them to.

And you should have stayed with them. Ash would be balls-deep in you right now, with May sucking on your nipples.

Just the thought sent said nipples tingling. She could practically feel May's hot tongue covering their stiffness with her saliva.

And rubbing your clit.

The electricity in her loins began sparking up, and she had to cross her legs.

And-

Okay, I get it, Misty thought irritably. Leave me alone.

Shaking her head to clear it, she clicked on the password square and typed it in.

Then she frowned. What in the world?

INCORRECT PASSWORD

Had she mistyped a letter? Was Caps Lock on?

She checked, saw that it wasn't, and tried again.

INCORRECT PASSWORD

Great! Because of course that would mess up for her too! Misty clicked Show Password and tried again.

YOU HAVE INPUT THE INCORRECT PASSWORD THREE TIMES. FOR SECURITY REASONS, THIS ACCOUNT WILL BE LOCKED DOWN FOR THIRTY MINUTES. IF YOU FEEL THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN GIVEN IN ERROR, PLEASE CONTACT THE SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR.

She couldn't log into her account.

What was going on? Had she been hacked?

Then a horrible possibility occurred to her? What if the League had found out that she was a PokeGirl and booted her? What if she had been stripped of her title?

But how? The only members of the League that knew that were Bill and Brock, and they were on her side!

Unless one of them was lying…

There had to be some kind of explanation. This had to be a mistake.

Her fingers shaking, Misty moved to switch over from the Indigo League Member Portal to her email.

As soon as she did, she felt her heart clench in her chest.

…

"Oof!"

May bowled Ash over, pushing him flat onto his back. He stared up to find her hovering over him on her hands and knees, palms pressing his shoulders down. Her face was feverishly flushed, with hot beads of sweat dripping from her hair to splash onto Ash's forehead, mouth open as she slowly breathed in and out.

If May looked hungry before, now she was outright ravenous.

She attacked his mouth, lips moving against his with desperate need, tongue shoving its way in and twisting around his. He tried to keep up, tried to respond in kind, but now he was truly outmatched, and the harder she made out with him, the more difficult it was to hold rational thought in his head, and soon all he could do was lie limp on a cloud of euphoria and just ride the experience out.

Suddenly May's mouth was gone, and so scattered were Ash's thoughts that it took him a few moments to realize that all that was left was her hot saliva smeared inside and around his mouth. He blinked through the haze and glanced down.

She had scooted back, and was now crouched on all fours between his legs, eagerly watching as his dick twitched its way back up to full mast. As it was so soon after he came, it was only about at half-chub, but it was fighting its way up.

"Oh, yeah," Misty breathed. "Been looking forward to this!"

Then she lightly pinched the tip between her forefinger and thumb, lifting Ash's penis straight up. Once it was fully aloft, she leaned in and ran her tongue up its length.

That did the trick. Full firmness was restored to fill her grip as Ash's head arched back, bridging his neck while his face clenched up, a slow groan escaping between his clenched teeth.

"Nice, isn't it?" May said as she leaned forward. "Hey, I always wanted to try this, but obviously couldn't with Misty."

"T-Try wh-what?" Ash gasped.

Then May laid her chest on top of his groin, his tender erection sandwiched between her breasts.

"Ah!"

"This," May said, pressing her breasts together with her hands so that Ash's dick was squeezed tightly between those soft mounds. She started to moved her torso forward and back, massaging his dick between her breasts.

Ash's back involuntarily arched upward while his fingers clutched at the thin sheet covering the mat. Okay, said the part of his brain that was still capable of articulating thoughts. I am currently getting a boob job. May is squeezing my penis with her boobs. That is something that is happening right now. Misty gave me a blowjob this morning, I won my first real Pokemon badge today, and now one of the hottest girls I've ever met is giving me a boob job. Call it, pack it in, no further evidence needed: this is officially the best day of my life.

"Feel good?" May said.

Ash's head was spinning too much to really get any words out, but he managed to nod his head and whimper, "Uh-huh."

"Good. Time for the next stage, then."

Then, to Ash's immense disappointment, May moved away. He groaned in protest, one hand reaching out to her out of reflex, needing to feel her warmth on his body. But then he saw how close her face was to his dick and let his hand fall.

"Okay," May panted, giving his dick a couple quick pumps with her hand. "Kind've…never actually did this with a guy, so…let me know if I do something wrong, okay? Gonna be careful about the teeth thing, but even so…"

At that point Ash would be quite happy to just let her bite it off entirely if that was what she wanted, but he still managed a small nod of acknowledgement.

"Then here goes. Thanks for the meal!"

And then she took his penis into her mouth.

Misty's mouth had been warm, while May's was outright hot. He knew that already, of course, but there was distinctive difference from sticking your tongue into someone's mouth and sticking your very sensitive genitals into a soft, wet furnace. It actually kind of hurt, but there was no chance in this Earth that he was going to make her stop, especially when it was the kind of pain that just hurt so good.

His eyes squeezed shut of their own accord, tears beading up at the edges, as May bobbed her head up and down over his shaft.

Then Ash's face contorted. "Um, um, ease up!" he managed to gasp out. "Suction…too hard!"

May giggled around the cock in her mouth but she complied, slowing things down and easing up a little, though she didn't stop sucking.

Every muscle in Ash's body had tensed up, his torso lifting up from the mat, his legs starting to kick the air while his buttocks clenched. He seized May's bobbing head with his hands, grabbing the wings of brown hair and gripping tight.

Here it comes, he found himself thinking as the flames grew hotter and rose higher. Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes-

And then: eruption.

Ash let out a strangled shriek through his clenched teeth as May made him cum for the third time that day, firing blank after blank into her mouth. The tidal wave he had been surfing had crested, and now he was riding it down. The volcano had exploded, its fire blowing him into the sky. Several tons of dynamite were going off in his head while flaming tidal waves crested in his loins, and he could do nothing but ride it out, as helpless as a scarecrow in a hurricane.

Gradually it subsided, and as he panted from exhaustion, he managed to crack his eyes open ever so slightly and glance down.

May was still crouched between his legs, staring at him with a rather comical smile, the tip of his softening dick still clenched between her lips. She waggled her eyebrow at him.

Ash blinked, and then let his head fall back while a sound that was half a groan, half a laugh escaped from his mouth.

Giggling, May released his dick and crawled up Ash's twitching body to lay herself partially on top of him, her arm draped over his chest and shoulder.

"Sounds like you enjoyed that," she murmured as she stroked his head.

"Uh-huh," Ash managed to breathe out.

"Me too. Can't wait until your little cannon finally gets its ammunition. Then I'll really be able to see what you taste like."

That little comment was enough to pull Ash's mind from the blissful stupor it had been blown into. He blinked, shook his head, and looked over at her.

"Wait, you mean we'll be doing this again?" he said.

May snorted. "Again? Um, duh? Ash, we're not even done for today!"

Oh. Oh, boy. "We're not. Uh, wh-what do you mean?"

"Well, let me put it this way: remember the first time we woke up together?"

He did; oh boy, did he ever.

"Yeah, you definitely do, you naughty boy," May teased, grabbing him by the nose and lightly waggling his head. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Well, that was the preview. Now it's time for our feature presentation."

"Eh?"

May shifted over so that she was lying fully on top of Ash, her lithe body stretched all the way across him, hips to hips, stomach to stomach, heartbeat to heartbeat. She crossed her arms over his collarbone and rested her chin on them as she happily gazed down at his face.

Just like he had that one morning, Ash found himself staring into May's bright blue eyes. "H-Hello," he stammered.

Snickering, May leaned in to give him a soft peck on the lips. "Hi."

Then she straightened up, leaning back so that she was sitting back on his hips, her round bottom resting comfortably on the tops of his thighs.

Ash glanced down. There were a few things different from that morning that May was now deliberately recreating. For one, this time he also wasn't wearing any clothes. For another, instead of sticking straight up against her rear, his penis was pressed flat against his stomach, the shaft sandwiched in between her moist vulva lips.

"Get ready, Ash," May murmured as she began to slide her hips back and forth, grinding against the length of his cock. "Here comes the main event."

…

Misty's inbox was now brimming with unread messages, starting from sometime that morning and continuing to a few minutes prior. It seemed that everyone she had ever met was trying to get in contact with her, and they all seemed to be in a panic about something!

The first one that she saw was from Dr. Blaine, the kindly, if rather eccentric, scientist that ran the gym in Cinnabar Island.

Don't Feel Bad! the header read. I Understand! After All, Every Ending Is But The Start To A Wonderful New Beginning!

The beginning of what? What did he understand? She opened it, but when she saw several paragraphs of text, she closed it again. Once Dr. Blaine got to talking, it took him forever to get to the point.

The next was from Cathy, who owned the Cerulean City collector's shop that Misty sometimes perused.

I heard. I am so sorry.

For what? What had she heard?

She was about to open that one when she happened to see the next email header, and had to focus on that instead. It was, as they say, a doozy.

ADMISSION OF WRONGDOING (PLUS APOLOGY)! CONDUCT TOWARD A MINOR FEMALE UNBECOMING OF AN OFFICER (AFTER CORRECTION PROVIDED BY WIFE)!

That one was from Lt. Surge, the Gym Leader from Vermillion City, someone that Misty tried to avoid as he never seemed to realize that he was no longer serving in the armed forces. And as always, it was totally incomprehensible.

After that came a message from Mr. Khoto, an older gentleman that Misty often saw when she was going for her early-morning jog.

I don't blame you. Screw those stuck-up bitches!

Huh?

The next was another from Lt. Surge, though chronologically it came before the one she had just seen.

ABSOLUTELY UNACCEPTABLE DERELICTION OF DUTIES! ABANDONMENT OF ASSIGNED POST COMPLETELY DISHONORABLE!

Well, that explained what his wife was making him apologize for, but Misty was still very much unclear on what he was even upset about.

And then she saw the next email, and swallowed.

It was from Bill.

I heard, the header read. CONTACT ME!

That more than the others snapped her out of her dazed confusion. Time to stop reading headers and start putting pieces together. She highlighted Bill's email and moved to open it.

But before she could click the key, there came a loud and insistent AHEM right behind her.

Yelping in surprise, Misty leapt in her chair and spun around, wondering what new bad news was waiting for her.

Whatever she had been expecting, this was worse.

It was Officer Jenny, the same that had spoken to Ash a couple days earlier about Tangela. She was standing with her arms folded, glowering down at Misty in a manner that she did not like.

"Misty Waterflower?" she said.

Misty gawked up at her, her thoughts still racing in several dozen directions at once. What had she done? Why was she in trouble? Why-

Oh no.

They had found out about May.

They had found out about Ash.

They had found out about her!

Someone had told. Brock? Bill? Those goody-two-shoes, she should never had trusted them with her secrets! That was the trouble with grown-ups: they always act so nice and understanding only to pull the rug out from beneath you, all the while claiming that it was for your own good!

"Y-Yes?" Misty stammered.

"Come with me," Officer Jenny said. "I have some questions about those Pokemon you just dropped off."

…

One thing Ash had never anticipated about sex was just how physically exhausting it was.

One orgasm was enough to dissolve his mind and turn his legs into jelly, and until now, he had yet to reach two in such quick succession. But here he was, working on his third, while his partner showed no signs of slowing down.

Ash was truly having a wonderful time, he really was; but he was starting to doubt his ability to keep this up.

May was crouched on all fours in front of him, her butt facing his crotch, his dick clamped between her thighs and pussy. He was gripping her by the butt cheeks and panting hard as he thrust in and out, grinding against her naked flesh. The room filled with the mingled sounds of their cries and grunts and the wet smacking of his thighs against hers.

It wasn't quite sex. He hadn't penetrated her, out of respect for the rules she had set down.

But man, it sure was really close!

However, he wasn't sure how much he had left in him. The strength was rapidly leaving his legs, and it wouldn't be long before he collapsed on top of her. But he didn't want to stop! He couldn't stop! He had turned into a mindless engine of lust, unable to do anything other than pound into her again and again, fingers digging hard enough into her soft rump to leave red marks, the hard nub of her clitoris digging into the top of his shaft with every pass, her hot arousal splattering all over the mat.

May was the same. She was now hunched over on one elbow, her other hand squeezing her breast, her cries increasing in frequency and pitch.

Ash's legs began to wobble, but he couldn't let himself fall now! He was so close, this eruption promising to be stronger and longer than those that had preceded it. He just had to hang on, just had to keep his penis thrusting, keep his hips bucking, just keep it up for a little longer…

May came first. She screamed and shook, and Ash's rod, already slick with her hot juices, got absolutely soaked.

Then the burning in his thighs got to be too much and he couldn't keep upright anymore. He pitched forward, collapsing over her body, his legs sliding out from under him. He still tried to hold on, grabbing onto her chest, fingers digging into the swell of her breasts, but not even that could keep him upright, and the two slumped forward, May plopping fully on onto her front with Ash lying limply on top of her.

As they both sucked in air, May managed to turn her head and say, "D-Did you cum?"

His face covered with both his sweat and his own, Ash shook his head. His erection was still painfully throbbing, angry from the lack of release.

"Drat," May said with a scowl. "Um, I guess-"

Then Ash got an idea. "Hold…Hold still," he gasped out as he started to crawl up over her back.

"Huh? Um, okay? What are you doing?"

Ash barely had the strength to keep moving, so none was left to respond. He just hoped that his movements would clue her in to what he was doing. Sliding his hips around, he splayed his legs to either side of hers, and leaned forward, resting his sensitive cock in between her butt cheeks.

"Oh, I get it," May said, shooting him a knowing look over her shoulder. "Quite the ass man, aren't you?"

Ash blushed. "Well, of course I like a…butts! I like butts! Who doesn't?"

There was a long pause, and then May said, "Hey, wait. Do you have a problem with the word 'ass'?"

Ash's face only deepened in color. "W-Well, it's a bad word, isn't it?"

At this, May started cackling. "Oh, my God! You are just like Misty! We can be doing the dirtiest things imaginable, but God forbid that you say a swear!"

"Hey!"

May turned around just enough to peer over her shoulder. "C'mon. Say it."

Ash groaned. "May…"

"Say it. It's practically the same as your name. Say it…"

Another sigh. "Fine. Um, a-ass?"

"Say it with more confidence!"

"Ass!"

"Say, 'May, I love your ass'!"

"May, I love your ass!"

"Say, 'May, I love to have by big, throbbing cock shoved between your big, bangin' ass cheeks!"

Ash blanched. "Do I have to?"

"Well, you might as well! It's where it is, after all!"

Shaking his head, Ash reached down to push her butt…her ass cheeks in close, squeezing them around his penis like a hotdog bun.

From there, it took only three thrusts to finally see completion. Ash's body went rigid, his muscles tightening as the biggest, hardest, most painful, and yet so incredible orgasm he had ever had in his very short history of having orgasms wracked his body. It blew through his body, igniting him while also obliterating what little energy he had left.

Finally. He was finally done. He could finally rest. Leaning to one side, he let himself fall off of her to flop face-first onto the mat at May's side.

Ash was completely spent. He was out of energy, out of strength, and out of lust, leaving nothing but a blissful feeling of completion. His whole body was sore, but he never had felt happier. May had been right: his world was now thoroughly rocked, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"There he is," May murmured as she curled his arms around his head and drew him in to plant a small kiss on his forehead. "That's my champion."

…

Once again, Misty was in the Pewter City Nurse Joy's office, with the Pewter City Officer Jenny sitting at the desk across from her.

But this time she was alone. This time she wasn't just accompanying Ash. This time the problem was with her in specific.

And apparently there was a big problem. Misty wasn't sure exactly what it was just yet, but given the wide range of possible perpetrators, she was likely in a lot of trouble.

Officer Jenny indicated for Misty to sit, and unlike Ash, she didn't feel compelled to refuse.

"So," Officer Jenny said, placing her elbows on the top of the desk and entwining her fingers in front of her face. "Do you have something you would like to tell me?"

Misty blinked. "That I'm really confused and kind of scared, so would you please tell me what I did wrong?"

Officer Jenny sighed. "So, we're playing that game, then?" she said, leaning back in the chair.

"What game? I don't even know what I did! You said there was a problem with my Pokemon but not what it was!"

Then a horrible thought occurred to her. Staryu and Starmie had been fried specifically by her. Maybe they were able to tell that? Maybe in just turning them over to be healed, her secret was now out? She wasn't sure how that would be possible, but she didn't exactly keep up with the latest advances in Healing Machine technology.

"The problem?" Officer Jenny repeated. "You want to know what the problem is? Okay, kid. Let's start with you explaining where you got those Pokemon?"

Or maybe it was something else. Misty was still confused, though. "Uh, I caught them?" she said.

Officer Jenny shot her a look. "You caught them?"

"Yes? The Goldeen, Krabby, and Tentacool I found a little north of Pallet Town, and the Staryu and Starmie I've had since I was six!"

"Really?" Officer Jenny said. "Really? That's what you're going with? You just caught those Pokemon?"

Misty's face twisted up in bewilderment. "…yes?"

"You drop off five officially gym-owned Pokemon, and you expect us to believe that you just caught them?"

"Well…yeah? I mean, I'm a Gym Leader, so of course anything I catch would be gym-owned!" She looked first to Officer Jenny, and then to Nurse Joy, who was standing silently in the corner. "Wait, is that what this is all about? You saw my Pokemon tagged as gym-owned, so you just assumed that since I'm a kid, I couldn't possibly be a Gym Leader?"

Nurse Joy looked quite flummoxed. "You used a standard trainer ID…"

"I was keeping a low profile! It's been a long day, and I wanted to be in and out!"

"Are you seriously telling me that you're a Gym Leader?" Officer Jenny said. "You?"

Then Nurse Joy's eyes widened. "Wait," she said. "Jenny. Isn't the Cerulean City Gym Leader supposed to be-"

"A ten-year-old girl, who just so happens to be me, thank you very much!"Misty slapped her Gym Leader ID down onto the desk. "There you go. Misty Waterflower, officially certified Gym Leader of the Kanto Region, specializing in water-type Pokemon." She leaned back in her chair with folded arms and a smug look.

"Jenny, I think she's telling the truth," Nurse Joy said as Officer Jenny picked the ID off of the desk and peered at it with a quizzical stare. "Remember that big hubbub a few years ago, when the old Cerulean Gym Leader suddenly disappeared, and her underaged daughter was said to be taking over? Plus, we have people in here all the time coming from that way, talking about how weird it was to have to fight a child."

Misty's eyes narrowed.

Officer Jenny frowned. "I'm going to have to check this," she said. She stood up and left the room.

When she was gone, Misty turned her attention to Nurse Joy. "Seriously?" she said. "You called the police just because I looked too young? You didn't even bother to check?"

Nurse Joy was clearly uncomfortable. "Well, that's the thing. I did."

"Huh?"

"You don't know?"

"Don't know what? When I checked my messages two days ago everything looked fine, and suddenly my inbox is exploding and I'm being questioned by the police! What's going on?" Before Nurse Joy could answer, something occurred to Misty. "And hey, you better not have done anything with my Pokemon! I want them back!"

At this, Nurse Joy noticeably winced.

"What was that look all about?" Misty demanded.

Sucking in air through her teeth, Nurse Joy said, "Th-That's the thing. We don't…have them anymore."

"What?"

"They were already digitally transferred back to their home gym."

Misty immediately leapt to her feet. "They were what?" Great, now she had to go log into her account to get them back, and given the technical troubles she was having, who knew how long that would take?

Before Nurse Joy could respond, Officer Jenny reentered the room. Something was clearly bothering her, as her no-nonsense scowl had been replaced with a look of confusion and slight embarrassment. "Well, it looks like you're telling the truth," she said. "You were appointed Cerulean City Gym Leader, and those Pokemon were indeed caught by you."

"There, you see?" Misty said triumphantly. "Now, are you going to say you're sorry and let me go, or just keep wasting my time?"

Officer Jenny's lips thinned out. "It's not that simple."

"Then make it simple!"

"This isn't a case of simple mistaken identity. If it were, you indeed would receive an apology and be free to go on your way, which you are, by the way. But if you actually unaware of what happened recently, then you've got bigger problems than just a mix-up with the police."

It felt like ice-water was trickling down Misty's spine. "What. Happened?" she whispered, hoping to finally get a straight answer.

She did. Officer Jenny told her exactly what had happened. And when she did, everything finally made sense.

And Misty began to see red.

…

All in all, it had been a pretty good day.

Those were a rarity lately, sure. Ash's adventure hadn't exactly gotten off to the smoothest start, and he certainly had encountered more than his fair share of obstacles and pratfalls in a relatively short time.

But one or two hiccups aside, today had been pretty great. He and Yellow had parted friends, Tangela was making fantastic strides, he got to see a real prehistoric Pokemon up close, things were getting a lot better between him and Misty and May, and miracle of miracles, he had claimed his first badge.

Plus, May had truly made good on her promise to utterly blow his mind. That had also been pretty great.

The two lay together naked on the sleeping mat, Ash flat on his back with his legs stretched out and May curled up against him, with one of his arms encircling her shoulders. She was idly running her fingers up and down Ash's now very deflated penis. She wasn't trying to work him back to full hardness; it was now thoroughly spent. It was more of an affectionate caress, a way of saying a job well done.

And in Ash's other hand, held between his forefinger and thumb, was his brand new Boulder Badge. The room light had been returned to normal and the windows blockers opened, so he held it up to the light streaming in from the outside, admiring how the rays danced off the facets. Much like having a beautiful naked girl happily snuggled up to him, it almost didn't feel real, despite all physical evidence to the contrary.

"So," May said as she coyly drew her hand up Ash's belly, fingertips lightly brushing the skin. "You have had a big day."

"Yeah," Ash said dreamily. "Big day."

"Hmmm. So, what felt better? Winning that badge, or having your penis in my mouth?"

Ash froze. Everything about that question felt dangerous. "I…er…well…"

Snickering, May leaned in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. "Relax, champ. I'm just messin' with yah. I know that little chip of rock has been your dream."

"Well, the first part of it, anyway," Ash said, relaxing. "But this still feels pretty great."

"Gives you a real feeling of accomplishment."

"Yeah."

"And you did it with that crazy shrub of yours! Look at you, proving people wrong right and left. You know, once you've got that thing all trained up, she is going to be an absolute beast!"

Ash frowned a bit. He knew that she didn't mean anything by it, but he still didn't like calling Tangela "crazy." After all, it wasn't her fault she had been so mistreated. Still, this wasn't the time to get into that argument.

And honestly, while May was right about Tangela's potential as a fighter, he was more happy that she was trusting him. Funny to think that something that had been so terrifying would come to befriend him.

"Yeah, it was really was kind of incredible." Then he turned his head to smile at her. "But if you want to know, the thing with your mouth also felt amazing."

"As it should! Not bad for my first time, eh?"

Ash nodded. "And the thing with your bu-with your ass. That was awesome."

"It is indeed of a most wondrous shape!"

"And that thing with your thighs. Uh, that was kind of…insane."

"Told'ja I was creative."

"Actually, it was all pretty…wow."

"Pretty wow indeed," May nodded. "And don't sell yourself short. You may be a rookie, but I can tell that you have limitless potential."

Ash blinked. "You really think so?"

"Ash, you basically jacked off for the first time in your life a little more than a week ago. Now you're almost keeping up with me. Trust me when I say that when we finally get Misty to ride the Ash Express, she is never going to want to leave."

At this, Ash swallowed hard. "Oh, yeah. Your, uh, plan."

"Well, yeah," May shot him a disparaging look. "Haven't exactly been making a secret of it, champ. I want her to ditch the gym and have the three of us go off together like we planned. There. That's my nefarious agenda."

"Uh…" Ash wondered what "nefarious" meant. "I mean, I kind of want that too…"

"I know. And she does, too. She just hasn't come to terms with it yet."

Ash didn't really know how to respond to that. While he wanted more than anything for Misty to come with him, it felt a little strange to try to get a Gym Leader to abandon her own gym just for his sake, even if everyone agreed that it was what was best for everyone. It seemed kind of skeevy.

Then again, hadn't Brock himself said that he thought that she ought to do just that? And if anyone would know…

Wait. Brock. That reminded him.

Ash opened his mouth to ask May about what was now on his mind, but the words got caught in his throat. Should he really be asking about this? He couldn't deny his curiosity, but this really wasn't his business!

He struggled inwardly for a little bit, weighing the arguments for and against in his mind, before finally deciding to just plow ahead. "So, hey, about what happened with you and Onyx?"

Unfortunately, May did look a little irritated at the breach of privacy. She breathed in through her nose, her cheeks puffing up, until she released the trapped air in a long groan. "Didn't I tell you what happened already?"

"Well, the gist of it, anyway. I just…kind of was curious about what took place."

"Oh, are we asking? Are you really wanting a girl to kiss and tell?"

Under normal circumstances Ash would have flushed red with embarrassment, mumbled an apology, and did his best to not meet her eyes for the rest of the day. However, he was still riding quite the high from the number of victories he had claimed, and that had definitely strengthened his confidence. Besides, he couldn't help but notice something of a contradiction. "Hey, we are literally naked in bed together! After we spent…" Ash craned his neck to read the time from the digital clock in the wall. "Half-an-hour doing a lot of crazy things to each other!" Really? He had gone for half-an-hour? Well, to be sure, they had spent a few minutes happily snuggling, but even so. "Besides, you're always open about sex."

At this, May rolled her eyes. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but we didn't actually have sex. And now that I've said that out loud, I'm sort of disappointed too."

"Oh." Then why had she been so loopy reentering Brock's arena? "Well, I guess-"

"Like I said, all I could get her to do was eat me out!"

Oh, yeah. She had said something about that. And with that single reminder, Ash's newly discovered steely resolve had melted. His head was now filled with images of beautiful and powerful Amazonian goddess crouching on her hands and knees, the much smaller, younger, and weaker May seated in front of her, squirming and writhing in ecstasy as Onyx lapped at the folds of May's drizzling sex. "Um…"

"But it really was like I said. Mostly we just sparred, worked on my control, that sort of thing," May said with a sigh.

"Oh."

And then May's nose wrinkled in distaste, clearly uncomfortable with whatever Onyx had done to her. "Also, she kept pushing my buttons until I unloaded a whole bunch of crap. Not…literal crap, but you know."

"Stuff about your dad?" Ash said.

May breathed out. "Got it in one, yeah. Honestly, I think that was her goal all along, to get me to open up. Well, credit where credit is due, it worked."

"…you okay?"

It took a long time for May to answer. "Well, I mean, it's not like she made me realize anything I didn't already know," she said. She shifted her weight over, molding her body closer into him. "It's just…saying it out loud was a lot rougher than I realized it would be."

Not for the first time Ash wondered if he ought to ask for specific details. Hating your own dad to such a degree that you'd rather be a love slave was such an alien concept to him, even if Misty turned out to be your owner. He honestly couldn't picture a father that would drive their own child away like that.

He struggled with the thought, really wanting to know but also not wanting to intrude. No, he thought at last. If she wants me to know, she'll tell me herself. Things were going good so far; no need to ruin things by poking too far. "Did it help?" he asked instead.

"I think so, yeah. Kind of therapeutic, actually." Then May's bright blue eyes roved up to Ash's sweaty face, and her mouth perked up in a smile. "You know what I love about you, Ash? You care about people. I mean, you care about me, and you care about Misty, and you obviously care about your Pokemon, ever though you haven't really known any of us that long."

Now Ash was just confused. Appreciative of the compliment, but still confused. "Well, of course I do, anyone would!"

"No, anyone wouldn't." As Ash mentally chewed on that comment, May then lightly touched a fingertip to where his crotch met his belly before winding it in slow, lazy circles around his navel. "So hey, just…putting this out there, but you do understand that I'm pretty much down for anything, anytime, right?"

As spent as he was, the way she said that still brought a little life to his limp, exhausted penis. "Well, I mean-"

"No, I mean it, and I need you to really understand me here." Locking eye contact, she then reached down and took his twitching penis firmly into her hand. "So long as you don't break any rules and get me to take what isn't mine, and so long as we both understand that I'm Misty's girl first and foremost, I'm yours, to do with as you please. You want to make out?" She leaned in to lay a burning kiss on the side of Ash's mouth. "You can walk right up and lay one on me. You want to play with my boobs?" She wriggled in, squishing her breasts against his side. "No need to even ask. Grab yourself a handful of ass?" At this, she arched her hips back, pressing the curve of her firm bottom into his hand. "Feel free to squeeze."

Ash didn't know what to say. Sure, May was, well, May, and he already knew that she was done for anything, but he was sort of used to her taking the lead in that sort of thing. Not that he at all minded, of course, but now she was telling him to start being more proactive, to use her as, well…

As a PokeGirl.

But May wasn't done talking. Now she was again pumping his dick, gradually working life back into him. "Need a handy? Anytime. Want a blowjob? Yum-yum. Actually, an anything-job is always on the table. And once we finally get Misty to pop your Cherubi, anything is free game. You can walk right up to me, yank my pants down, and stick it right into me whenever you feel like it, and I'll probably thank you for the consideration. I am yours, Ashley Ketchum."

Ash was so caught up in the euphoria of what was being offered to him that he almost didn't catch the use of his full name.

But he did.

"Wait, what?!" Ash suddenly sat straight up. "How'd you know about that?!"

Still casually stroking his dick, May waggled her eyebrows up at him. "Yellow told me."

"Yellow told…" With an exasperated groan, Ash flopped back as May cracked up. "I will kill her. I will go back into the Viridian Forest and hunt her down so I can kill her."

"You'll do no such thing."

"I'm going to feed her to Tangela is what I'm going to do!"

"No, you're not. Besides, what have you got to complain about? I think it sounds cute."

"It's a girl's name!"

"Well, in this case it belongs to a cute boy instead of a cute girl."

Ash folded his arms over his smooth chest and huffed. "You're not going to start calling me that."

"Well, not in public…"

"May!"

Laughing, May squirmed over onto her belly and looped her arms around Ash's neck. "Though, hey, in all seriousness, we should probably start thinking about what we're going to do about Misty."

Ash's face contorted in bewilderment. He opened his mouth as if to ask what she was talking about, but then realization seemed to strike. "You mean…to get her not to leave?"

"Exactly," May sighed. She pushed up with her feet, sliding up so she was resting more on top of Ash's chest, her face burrowing in the crux of his neck and shoulder.

"If she leaves," May continued as Ash encircled his arms around her. "Then I'm going with her. I'm sticking with her to the bitter end. That's just how it is."

"I know," Ash said softly.

"But that means living at her gym for the rest of…whatever. And I really, really don't want to do that. I really don't care for Pokemon gyms. Like, much at all."

"Because of your dad?" Ash guessed.

"Right again! I mean, love the girls that are usually there. Doesn't mean I want to live in one." May shifted her arms around, propping her chin up so she could glower moodily at the hotel wall. "It'll be so boring there. Plus, Misty will just go back to being miserable. No matter what she says, I know she wants to leave too."

"And that's why you want her to stay with me?" Ash said. "To get her away from that?"

"Well, duh? I mean, don't you?"

Ash felt a protest well up within him, an urge to say that of course not, he would never dream of taking a Gym Leader away from their gym.

But it was nonsense, and they both knew it.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I do."

"Then it's settled!" May planted an affectionate smooch against his temple. "You and I will work together to get her to change her mind. By the time we reach Cerulean City, she won't even want to so much as look at that stupid place anymore!"

Ash really wasn't as certain of their ability to do that as much as May was. "You really think we can pull it off? That's why you wouldn't let me…um…"

"We've been over this already. Yes, Ash. It'll take some work, but I think we can break her."

Now that was a weird way to phrase things. But even so, if both Brock and May said that Misty should stay with him, then it had to be true, right?

"Okay," Ash said. "I'm in."

May smiled. "Of course you are. You're her champion as much as you are mine."

Oh, if only that were true. Still, nothing said that it couldn't be true, one day.

"Now," May purred as she suddenly rolled over, pushing herself partially on top of Ash. She began stroking his dick harder, quicker, teasing the stiffness back into it. "Let's get you ready for her."

Ash swallowed as his heartrate began to pick up again. It wasn't over? There was more? And it was going to involve Misty? And possibly May? At the same time?

Oh man. As absolutely awesome as that sounded, Ash didn't think he had it in him. Actually, he was almost positive that he didn't, and if he tried there probably wouldn't be much left for the hotel's maids to scrape off the walls.

But he would be lying if he said that part of him didn't really want to try…

Suddenly the door was thrown open with a bang.

…

While Brock's gym was traditionally open from about ten in the morning to seven at night, he still made a point to take multiple breaks to allow for meals, exercise, treating his girls, and just letting his mind recuperate. Pokemon battling was mentally exhausting, even for someone as experienced as he was, and it was important not to wear himself out.

However, today he was finding it hard to rest. The Misty situation was weighing heavily on his mind. It was clear that she had been something of a mess even before being turned into a PokeGirl, and while he fully understand their reasons for doing what they were doing, he was not at all comfortable with her openly sexual relationship with May Maple, just as he wasn't at all comfortable with May Maple in general. They were both just kids, after all.

But even though it just might be the right thing to do, Brock still couldn't bring himself to turn them in. He was a man of his word, after all, and given everything he knew about those kids, this very well might be the lesser of two evils. It wasn't their fault that they had been through what they had, and couldn't be blamed for finding what comfort and ways to cope that they could.

But there was one thing he could and should do for them, something that he or somebody else ought to have done a long time ago.

Brock reached for the phone on his desk and pressed a specific quick-dial button set on the mount.

It was answered on the second ring. "Brock," said the voice on the other line. "Let me guess: this is about Misty."

What?

"Brock, are you there?"

Brock blinked, shook his head to clear it, and stammered, "Er, y-yeah." A pause. "How…How did-"

"How could I not? Everyone knows. Messages went out to the entire Indigo League ruling body a few hours ago. My phone's been blowing up ever since. You're lucky you called when you did, otherwise I'd have to put you on hold."

Oh, no.

They knew. Somehow, Misty's status as a PokeGirl had gotten out, and probably the business with May Maple as well.

"Brock," the other voice said, a bit of testiness in the tone. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to not go silent on me. Someone's going to call me too pretty soon, I bet."

Brock found his tongue. "I'm sorry, Lance. This is just a lot to take in. Um, how…who sent the memo?"

"Her own gym. Looks like things were finalized last night. I have no idea how they kept it under wraps for so long."

What?

"Her gym?" Brock said. "Finalized? What was finalized?"

"Are you serious?" Lance said. "What do you mean, 'What was finalized?'? You read the announcement too, didn't you?"

Clearly not. Running a hand down his smooth, hard-lined face, Brock sat back and said, "Are we talking about the same thing here?"

"Maybe we're not. Why, is there some other issue with Misty that just so happens to be happening at the same time as this?"

"If I knew what issue you're talking about, then…maybe?"

"Talk to me, then. What Misty-issue did you call me about?"

"The constant sexual harassment she's been getting from her challengers, and the frequent intimidation attempts to sell her gym by Team Rocket!"

Silence.

"Lance?" Brock said. "Lance, are you there?"

"I am," Lance said at last. "And…no. That is…not what I'm talking about, but now that you've said it, I'm thinking that the two might be related, and in a very bad way."

"Lance, what in the hell are you talking about? First Misty shows up unannounced at my gym, and then-"

"Wait, hold on!" Now Lance was shouting. "Misty is there?! With you?!"

"Well, not at this moment, but she's in town! She's heading home with some friends of hers and stopped by my gym the other day! We talked, and that's when she told me that she's being constantly harassed and intimidated, and we're just standing by, letting it happen!"

"You mean she doesn't know? When was the last time you spoke to her?"

"Um, a little over an hour ago? They popped in earlier today so one of her friends could challenge me, and then headed back to their hotel."

"And she didn't mention anything about any major change?"

Several, actually, but Brock was starting to get the impression that whatever Lance was so upset about, it was in addition to everything he had learned from Misty, and he ought not bring those things up. "Lance, I am begging you. What happened?"

Lance didn't seem to have heard him. "She's there, in Pewter City," he mumbled, seemingly to himself. "Finally, some good news!"

Brock felt like he was about to go mad. "Lance…"

"Brock, listen to me: she cannot under any circumstances leave your city. Call up the hotel she's staying in, bring her to your gym, and by the entire Creation Trio, do not let her out of your sight!"

All right, enough was enough. "Lance. Please. Tell me what's going on!"

Moments later Brock was hanging up the phone. Lance had told him, and as soon as he did, several pieces clicked together in Brock's mind, telling him that not only was the situation very bad, but it had been for quite some time, that nefarious forces had been moving silently in the background, unseen and unfelt.

And those forces had just chosen to strike.

…

"HURRY UP AND GET DRESSED!"

Ash and May froze in each other's arms. Misty was there, standing in the doorframe, one hand still pressed against the door while the other was clenched around her room key. Her eyes were wide, manic, and she was panting and shaking with…something!

"Ah!" Ash reflexively jerked away from May. "This isn't what it-"

"SHUT UP AND GET READY! WE HAVE TO GO! NOW!"

Misty stormed into the room and started grabbing at what few of her possessions were lying around and throwing them into her pack. Ash was now totally confused. It didn't seem if she even cared that she had caught them naked in each other's arms.

"Misty, what happened?" May said, sitting up.

"You're not packing," Misty responded without so much as glancing at her. "Stop that. Hurry up and pack! We are leaving right now!"

"Right now?" Ash said as he grabbed his boxers from where they lay and struggled to pull them on. "But the sun's going down! I thought-"

"Change of plans!"

"Misty, stop!" May scrambled to her feet and rushed over to grab her panicking friend by the shoulders. "Explain! What's going on?"

Misty roughly pulled away. "They did it! They did it, May! And we have to go now!"

"Who is they?"

"Who do you think? MY STUPID SISTERS STOLE MY GYM!"