Electric Shock in the Viridian Forest!
It was quiet and uncomfortable back at camp, and everyone silently agreed to go to bed early.
This time they set up the tents: one for Ash, and one for the girls. It was a fairly short process, but the tension that hung over everyone made it seem longer than it actually did. All the while, Ash kept shooting glances over to Misty, who was working silently, barely even speaking to May.
It was the look on her face that worried Ash the most. He knew that she was disappointed that she hadn't become a water-type like she had wanted, but man, her face was totally blank, her eyes just empty!
When Ash had been convinced that his dreams of becoming a Pokemon trainer had been dashed by his own carelessness, he had felt quite a lot of things. Anger, he had felt plenty of anger. Shame, that had been a big one. Regret. Self-loathing. Resentment. Envy.
But he hadn't felt hollow, not like how Misty looked. Ash had only known Misty for about a day, but she definitely did not strike him as the quiet type. If anything, had she flown into a raging ball of destruction, then sure, he would have been terrified, but at least that reaction would make sense!
Instead, after her initial outburst, she had become quiet and withdrawn, and that scared him.
He wanted to help her. It was his fault that she was even in this situation. Unfortunately, after his first couple of attempts to comfort her had been rebuffed, she had softly asked that he leave her alone, and so, not knowing what else to do, he obeyed.
Finally the tents were set up. Ash went inside his and rolled out his sleeping bag. He was about to open it up, but as his hand brushed the coarse material, he hesitated, and stared down at the dark brown bundle.
If things had gone as expected, if Misty had become a water-type like she had wanted, he and Misty would be having sex right now. May had pretty much told him as much. Plus, the two of them had gotten naked for him right then and there, and they had both looked really excited.
Ash had never really given much thought to the prospect of one day owning PokeGirls. Oh, he had always assumed that he one day would; after all, pretty much every grown trainer did, male and female. And he had always assumed that he would have the same blatantly sexual relationship with his PokeGirls that all trainer seemed to have.
But trainers weren't even allowed to catch girls that they defeated in Pokemon battles until they were sixteen, and that was a little more than half of his total lifespan until now away. He was had always been focused on Pokemon, on catching them and training them and winning badges and basically becoming the very best that there ever was, so that when he was old enough to start building up a harem of female trainers that he had defeated in battle, he would be old enough to know what he was doing.
But all of a sudden, right when it seemed that all his hopes and dreams were to be dashed by his own stupidity, he was thrust into a harrowing adventure full of harrowing escapes and evil criminals. He had been hunted, attacked, scared out of his wits, convinced that he was about to die, came really close to actually dying, and yet somehow managed to prevail and escape.
And what had all of that earned him?
Everything he had ever wanted.
He was a trainer now, or at least he would be once they got to Pewter City! He had pokeballs, a PokeDex, and a full kit of supplies. And he had his own Pokemon as well, and a great one at that! Nidoran was a great little fighter, and had way more potential than a Pidgey or Ratata would.
But most surprisingly, he had ended up with not one, but two PokeGirls, both who were really beautiful, smart, brave, funny, and seemed to really like him! And they were around his own age, no less! Which, okay, was…kind of strange, but he wasn't complaining! And not only that, but they seemed perfectly fine with all the sexual stuff as well, which meant that he could be doing that part years before most trainers ever got to!
But it was like May said: his luck was…not great. It had started to look like it was on an upswing, only for this unexpected development to bring it crashing down.
And now he didn't know what to do.
He felt the increasingly familiar stirring in his loins as he looked down at the sleeping bag that he was now going to be using alone. Scowling, he gave his crotch an admonishing flick. Sure, he was disappointed that the night wasn't ending with mind-blowing sex, but more than anything he was worried about Misty. She had just seemed so depressed.
He wondered about that, actually. Sure, May had said that Misty preferred water-types, but what was wrong with being an electric-type? He could think of lots of way that could turn out to be awesome.
Sighing, he shucked his shoes and then unzipped his jeans. Letting them drop, he stepped out of them and then picked up Nidoran's pokeball. He clicked his thumb against the top half twice.
Moments later, Nidoran had materialized fully next to the sleeping bag. He scratched its ear with his hind leg and looked up at Ash. "Nido?" he inquired.
"Hey, buddy," Ash said as he sat down cross-legged in front of him and stroked his ears. "Sorry I had to put you back in the pokeball so quickly, but Misty was…well, she was upset."
"Doran?"
"No, it's not you. Don't worry, she's not mad at you for stinging her. That was just an accident. She just…"
Ash sighed.
"I don't know. She really wanted to be one thing, and instead she turned out to be something different. I guess we should've seen this coming. I mean, she did get hit by lightning literally seconds before I caught her."
"Nidoran."
"I just feel bad for her. She didn't ask for any of this. She was just out, enjoying her day, when I basically ran her over and ruined her life." Ash gently took Nidoran by the front paws and raised him up onto his hind legs so that they were eye-to-eye.
"Is this just how it's going to be?" Ash said. "I screwed up so bad yesterday, and I ruined Misty's life! I almost got her killed! And I got Nurse Joy captured and brainwashed, and now I have to stay as far away from her as I can just so she'll be safe! Man, do I really have what it takes to-"
And then someone lightly rapped their knuckles against his tent.
Frowning, Ash glanced over his shoulder. A feminine form stood on the outside. He unzipped the front flap just enough to stick his head out.
May was standing there, anxiously wringing her hands together. "Um, hey," she said. "I think I'd better give Misty some space for now. So, uh, can I sleep with you?"
Ash blinked.
Sighing, May held up her palms. "Look, I promise I won't do anything weird or molest you or hump you or anything. I'll behave, okay?"
Wow, this really was serious.
"Um, sure," Ash said. "I guess. But is she okay with this?"
"It's fine, Ash. Really."
"All right. And…is she…okay?"
May grimaced.
Oof. Ash unzipped the flap the rest of the way down and held it open for her, and May stepped inside.
Fortunately, just as Misty didn't hold it against Nidoran for stinging her, Nidoran didn't seem to hold it against May for beating him so he could be caught by Ash. In fact, as she entered the tent, he sat up straight on his hind legs and lowered his horn, almost as if paying respect from one honorable warrior to another.
"Hey, you!" May said as she knelt down and scratched it beneath its jaw. "You put up a real good fight earlier, you know that? Yeah, you're going to be a total badass when you get bigger."
"Nidoran!"
"Yeah, okay, you're right. You're pretty badass now."
Ash cleared his throat. "So, um, how is Misty?"
May sighed and stood back up. "She's…pretty depressed. Honestly, this is the most upset I've ever seen her. Usually she just gets really angry and yells a lot."
"Yeah, I noticed. Did she really want to be a water-type that badly?"
Sighing again, May put her hand on her hip. "Ash, look. None of what happened yesterday was your fault, okay? But while I personally think that turning into a PokeGirl was a major upgrade, she still had her whole life turned upside-down, right?"
Ash winced.
"I mean, she had this whole big, uh, thing going before she met you, and getting caught kind of messed that whole thing up."
"But when I offered to release her, she said no!" Ash protested. "She could've gone home right away!"
May made a face. "Yeah, uh, well, that's a whole other can of Weedles. But anyway, I'm sure she was telling herself that, sure, things might seem weird now, but at least she was her favorite Pokemon type, because what else would she be?" She shook her head. "But then she didn't even get that. So that's why she's so bummed out."
"Oh. Wow. Um, she really likes water-types that much?"
"Oh, you have no idea."
Ash frowned. There it was again, that weird hint that there was something he wasn't being told.
Still, if it was none of his business, then it was none of his business. "Is she going to be okay, though?"
"Sure! Just give her time, and she'll come around. Besides, being a PokeGirl is fantastic, no matter what typing you get!"
That didn't really sound all that convincing to Ash, but he didn't know Misty well enough to argue. "Okay," he said dubiously. "If you say so…"
Then he looked down at the sleeping bag.
The single sleeping bag.
"Uh, I guess we can open it all the way up and…use it as a blanket? Or a mattress? Or I can just take the corner and-"
"Oh, for Arceus's sake, I'm not kicking you out of your own sleeping bag!" May snorted. She kicked off her shoes and grabbed the sides of her skirt and pulled it down, wiggling it around her butt until it dropped. She kept her shorts on this time though. "We already know that we both fit."
"I…" Ash shrugged. She had promised that there would be no funny business. "Uh, okay."
Unzipping it all the way to allow for full access, Ash climbed in, and May followed. The two kids shifted around so that they were back-to-back. It was a snug fit, and May was still very warm, but it wasn't at all uncomfortable. It was actually a lot like wrapping himself up in an electric blanket.
He was, however, intimately aware of the feel of her body, from the surprisingly solid muscles in her back, to how her firm buttcheeks were pressing against his, separated only by the thin material of his boxers and the skintight spandex of her bike shorts.
Ash's little cock started to prick up again, but this time he ignored it. So long as May wasn't deliberately trying to stir him up, he should be okay.
"You okay back there?" May asked.
Ash sighed. "I'm fine!"
"Because I know how you get, so if you need to go out and rub one out as a precaution, now would probably be-"
Then Nidoran hopped on top of the sleeping bag. He hopped his way to the center, turned around a couple of times, and then curled up and settled down for the night.
"Never mind," May said. "Looks like you're screwed."
Ash thought about that.
Sure, things might be awkward with Misty, but he was still in his own sleeping bag, in his own tent, snuggled up with a beautiful girl, with his very first Pokemon curled up contently on top of them. That seemed to be the opposite of screwed.
"Am I?" he said.
There was a pause, and then May said, "You know something, Ash? You really are a sweetheart." He could practically hear the smile in her voice.
With the warmth of one new friend at his back and the weight of another on top of him, Ash had a small smile of his own as he relaxed his body and closed his eyes.
Mere minutes later all three of them were fast asleep.
…
In the darkness of her own tent, Misty lay flat on her back, one hand draped over her forehead and the other laid flat on the ground, staring up at nothing.
May would be with Ash by now, doing who knew what. Maybe they were making out. Maybe she was humping him again. Maybe she was jacking him off. Maybe they were screwing.
Whatever. It didn't matter.
Misty raised a hand and spread her fingers. There was a faint buzzing in her fingertips. She curled her index finger and thumb close together and concentrated.
A flashing yellow spark leapt from one finger to the next.
Tears once again welled up in Misty's eyes. Biting her lip, she stretched out her fingers again. Come on, enough of the electricity! Give her a splash of water, a bubble, something to indicate that she was a water-type! She would be fine with having a duel-typing. Just let have this much!
All five fingertips began to glow in the dark, shimmering and sparking. She could see the outlines of her own bones.
Misty snatched her hand back and held it to her chest. She turned to her side and curled up into a ball, and, alone in the dark, cried herself to sleep.
…
It was a beautiful day to be on top of the world.
The sun was high and bright, the sky a gorgeous shade of blue. The weather was lovely, the winds mild, and it seemed that all of Kanto had come to celebrate Ash's realization of his dreams.
The Indigo League Stadium was absolutely packed, with hundreds of thousands of cheering Pokemon fans filling the seats, standing out in the field, and even clustering around the outside of the stadium, and literally millions watching on live TV, all come to witness the most important event of the year: the crowning of the Indigo League Champion.
And despite all odds, despite the rarity of the crown being taken by a rookie trainer on his first try, Ash Ketchum had done it. He had made it all around Kanto, defeating each and every Gym Leader, in a single year. He had gone on a perfect undefeated streak, tearing his way up through the tournament tiers, wasting opponent after opponent, until he had finally faced his ultimate rival in the finals, that jerk Gary Oak, and absolutely demolished him, humiliating Gary once and for all on live television.
Now he stood on the top of the Champion's Pyramid, waving to the rapturous crowd as the national anthem boomed and hundreds of thousand of people chanted his name.
"Ash! Ash! Ash!"
And he wasn't alone! True, the second and third placers weren't with him; they were standing with the rest of the disgruntled losers at the base of the pyramid, sullenly clapping as they stared up with jealous eyes as Ash was given his rightful glories. All except Gary. He was just standing with his arms folded, furious that he had failed, furious that he now had to accept that Ash had been his superior all along.
No, Ash was joined by those who deserved to share in his glory. Nidoking, who in his own way was just as much a champion as Ash, stood strong and proud next to his trainer, the Indigo League Championship Belt, presented to the Pokemon who dealt the final blow of the tournament, strapped around his waist, the jewels and gold of its heavy plates glittering in the sun.
And to either side of Ash and holding tight to his arms were Ash's own "trainers," Misty and May, who had been with him every step of the way, who had stood by and supported him, and who were as much to thank for his victory as anything else. Once they had to hide their status as PokeGirls, but now they were out and proud, wearing nothing but the golden sashes and the sparkling tiaras they had been awarded for their part in preparing him for the tournament.
"Ash! Ash! Ash!"
Then Ash was approached by a tall, thin man with bright red hair and a shimmering white cape draped over his shoulders. It was the man known only as Lance, the head of the Indigo League. In his hand was a huge golden trophy, topped by a golden pokeball. "Congratulations, Ash!" he said, handing the trophy to Ash. "And now, everyone. Please welcome your Indigo League Champion, Ash Ketchum!"
"Ash! Ash! Ash!"
Tears welled up in Ash's eyes. It was everything he had ever imagined and more. Misty and May leaned up, pressing their naked bodies to his as they each kissed him on the cheek. Blushing, he hugged the trophy, the champion's trophy, his trophy, to his chest and caressed the golden pokeball, if only to confirm that it was real, to see if it really was his.
Seeing this, May leaned in closer and murmured, "Why Ash, I didn't think you had it in you, you naughty boy!"
Ash's eyes snapped open.
It was in many ways an inversion of his awakening from the day before. Like the previous morning, he was tucked snugly into his sleeping bag and snuggled up with May. Unlike the previous morning though, wakefulness came immediately instead of gradually. Unlike the previous morning, he expected May to be there. Unlike the previous morning, May wasn't naked this time.
And unlike the previous morning, this time he was the one doing the snuggling, spooning his body against hers, one of his arms pressed between her warm back and his front, the other draped loosely over her waist.
And his hand was cupping the slight swell of her breast.
Ash froze. How had he ended up in this position? They had fallen asleep back-to-back! Had she somehow maneuvered his body around while he had slept?
No, that would have taken too much work. Besides, Nidoran was still curled up in contentment on the top of the sleeping bag. There was no way she could have done that without waking it up. He had done it on his own.
"…eeeeeeeeeeeeee…" he squeaked.
Then he became aware of something else, another situation that, while perfectly understandable given the situation, was even more embarrassing.
His cock, which had been safely flaccid and tucked away when he had drifted off to sleep, was now stiff and throbbing. What was more, it had somehow slipped out of the front slit of his boxers and was squeezed between his hips and May's, sandwiched neatly between her warm, spandex-covered buttocks.
Ash's pupils constricted as a cold sweat broke out over his forehead. He felt a scream of sheer shame start to build up in his chest and rise up through his throat.
Before it could escape, May turned her upper body around just enough to glance at him over her shoulder and reach over with one hand to place a finger over Ash's lips. "Don't you dare freak out," she said. "Or you're leaving this tent with a light tan."
Horny, embarrassed, and now quite terrified, Ash responded with a numb nod.
"I literally humped you awake yesterday," May said with her customary sly smile. She laid her other hand on the back of the hand resting on her breast, pressing it in further into the soft mound. "Do you really think I mind?"
Which was a fair point, but it did sort of miss the principle of the thing, in that Ash was being thrust repeatedly far outside of his wheelhouse and was having a hard time adjusting.
Also, he really wished that his brain hadn't selected the words "thrust" and "hard" to describe his reaction.
Then May raised an eyebrow, and her eyes slipped from Ash's face down to where their hips were connected. Humming a catchy tune, she removed her hand from Ash's lips and slowly walked her fingers across his body, down beneath the sleeping back, down toward his erection.
When he realized what she intended, Ash's penis, which was already stiff enough as it was, suddenly surged with anticipation, while the muscles in his groin tightened.
May's hand reached Ash's hip, and he braced himself.
However, right before her hand made contact, May paused. Her smile fell, and she sighed.
"Crap," she muttered, and withdrew her hand.
Ash blinked. "Uh…"
Grimacing, May turned away. "Sorry, champ. But…I think we'd better check to see how Misty's doing before we engage in that sort of thing."
"I…" Ash gritted his teeth. "Okay. But…come on!"
"I know, I know," May said, her tone apologetic. "I swear I'll make it up to you when I can."
Which just went to show just weird Ash's life had gotten all at once, in that a cute girl was apologizing for not giving him a handjob and promising to make it up as if it had been something as innocuous as forgetting to show up for his birthday.
"Ni…Nidoran?"
On top of the sleeping bag, Nidoran had raised his head and was now sleepily blinking at his human companions.
"Oh, uh, good morning!" Ash said to it. "Don't mind him. Just…human things, that's all."
Yawning, Nidoran got up and plodded off the sleeping bag onto the ground. Then he walked over to the tent flap with an irritated look
Suddenly May exclaimed, "Oh crap!" She hastily tossed the sleeping bag away and bounded to her feet.
Ash slapped his hands over his exposed penis. "Hey!"
May ignored him. She unzipped the tent flap and held it open, motioning for Nidoran to go out. The little purple Pokemon gratefully hopped outside and scampered off.
"I don't know if he's housebroken or not," May explained as she stepped into her skirt and pulled it up. She then slipped her feet into her shoes. "And I don't want to take the risk."
"Oh, uh, good point," Ash said as he worked to slip his cock back into his boxers. However, it was still hard and throbbing, and every bit movement just made things worse.
Then Ash sighed. Oh, why not? It's not like she hadn't done far worse.
"Hold on," he said, and turned his back to her. Pulling his aching cock out again, he hastily pumped it as fast and as hard as he could.
This time, he didn't bother with taking his time or conjuring up a pleasant fantasy, he just wanted to get it out of the way. Sure enough, it took less than fifteen seconds for the heat to surge up and burst out, taking the smoldering feelings of arousal with it.
"You know," May remarked as Ash trembled and twitched, "you didn't have to turn around."
Ash rolled his eyes.
"Well, be sure to clean up before you pack up the tent," May said, pushing the tent flap aside and stepping out. "Or it's going to smell terrible."
Ash glanced around. Once again, there didn't seem to even be a mess to clean up. Nothing had come out.
He wasn't sure if he was relieved or worried.
After he had pulled his pants and shoes back on, Ash stepped out into the daylight.
Since they had gone to bed a lot earlier than they had the first night, they had woken up a lot earlier, somewhere around eight in the morning. Though the sun was fully out, the dew was still on the grass.
Misty was already up. She had gotten the fire going, and had set up a camping grill over it, and had the skillet going, frying up eggs together with crumbled sausage.
Ash paused, unsure of what to say. Misty had been absolutely distraught the night before, going as far to shun the company of her best friend. And she now had the power to fry him to the bone if she got irritated. What was he going to say.
May looked as awkward as he felt. She softly cleared her throat and said, "Uh, good morning, Misty!"
Misty briefly glanced at her before returning her attention back to the skillet. "Morning," she muttered. Her voice was flat and hollow, with no real inflection at all.
"S-So," Ash said after a bit. "How are you?"
"Fine."
"Fine? That's good! That's, uh-"
May dug her heel into his foot. Ash winced, but he got the hint.
Misty silently served them, dividing the eggs and sausage onto three lightweight plastic plates. They then ate in silence, with Ash and Misty exchanging uncomfortable glances while Misty didn't look at them at all.
Ash scooped a small portion of his plate pushed it off for Nidoran. The food was good. Simple, but good. It was clear that Misty knew her ins and outs of camping.
"So, uh, this tastes great!" he said.
"Hmmm," Misty responded.
"You're a really good cook!"
Finally Misty did look at him, albeit very briefly. "I'm a trainer, Ash. Of course I know how to cook for myself." Then, as she shoveled another spoonful into her mouth, she muttered, "At least I was."
Realizing that he was just going to make things worse, Ash fell silent.
More silence followed, and then, surprisingly enough, it was Misty that spoke first. "So," she said. "You guys have fun last night?"
Ash winced.
"We just went to bed," May answered. "With our clothes on."
"Sounds boring," Misty remarked.
Ash and May glanced at each other. "Well, Ash did feel me up in his sleep," May said.
"Ah. Well, probably should have sucked him off first so he wouldn't have been so horny."
Now even Nidoran was looking at Misty weird, and Ash wasn't even sure he fully understood human speech. "Uh, Misty…?" Ash said. "Are you sure that you're-"
Misty abruptly stood up. Setting her dirty plate on the log, she turned and walked away.
"Misty, wait!" Ash said, leaping up as well. "I know you're upset, but if you would just-"
Misty didn't so much as look at him. She just continued walking until she had disappeared into the underbrush.
Ash started to follow, but May laid a hand on his shoulder, stopping him cold. "Just let her go," she said.
Still worriedly staring off in the direction Misty had gone, Ash said, "But-"
"I get it, you're worried about her, you want to help, but you should just leave her alone. She's upset, she probably didn't get a lot of sleep, and she can roast you medium-well if you push her buttons."
All very good points, but Ash still didn't like the idea of just leaving Misty to suffer alone, especially since he was the one responsible for her current situation, no matter how many times May told him that it wasn't his fault. "Does she get like this a lot?" he asked as he sat back down on the log.
"Nope," May said, sitting down next to him and folding her arms over her chest.
Ash glanced at her. May was also staring after Misty, her bright blue eyes, which normally glittered with mischief, were now filled with nothing but concern. "You're worried too, aren't you?"
"Completely," May said.
"Ah." Ash entwined his fingers over his knees, the thumbs twiddling together. "So, uh, how long should we wait?"
May sighed. "Oh, I'd say until the normal Angry Misty comes back. That I know how to deal with."
"Oh, uh, how do we know when that happens?"
"Misty's supercharged with destructive electrical force now. So…sometime after the fireworks. When you hear skyward screams of righteous fury, you know it's getting close."
…
Misty knew that her companions were talking about her. She knew that they were worried about her. She knew that Ash was probably fretting and blaming himself while May was keeping him from bumbling all over the situation.
She just didn't care.
Let them worry. Let them argue about what to do. She didn't want to see either one of them right now. She didn't want to talk to anyone human.
Her path took her to the shore of the lake, which was supposed to be the start of something wonderful, her realization of her water-type abilities, the same she had carefully curated in her own Pokemon. After that moment of discovery, she was supposed to follow it up with a beautiful night of a different kind of discovery with Ash, and then the three of them would have departed on a fun adventure together, a trio of young lovers off to see the world, where the challenges were difficult but straightforward, and there were much fewer weird rules and politics to get in the way.
But of course life had decided to be an absolutely jerk, and now Misty didn't even know what she wanted anymore.
She walked across the shore until she found a secluded area of the lake shrouded by thick shrubbery and weeping willows, giving her some measure of privacy.
Once she was truly certain that she was alone, the façade slipped, the mask cracked, and her legs started to buckle. Misty let herself drop down to the grass along the shore. Drawing her legs up, she buried her face in her heads and wept.
It wasn't fair! She hadn't asked for any of this! She had spent her entire life in and around the water, had devoted her life to water-type Pokemon, was the official Gym Leader of water-type Pokemon of all things, and one chance lightning bolt had been enough to choose her typing? And as the type known for being a counter to water-types, no less!
She had been looking forward to this adventure too! It was going to be fun! She was going to be able to get away from the gym, away from her annoying sisters, and if Team Rocket did show up, then they could just blast them into next week without worrying about them getting a repair permit denied or cutting her electrical grid. It would just be her, May, Ash, and their Pokemon against the-
Wait. Her Pokemon.
Wiping her eyes, Misty reached down to her belt and removed Staryu and Starmie's pokeballs. The other three were new, a Goldeen, Krabby, and Tentacool that she had caught a couple days prior that she intended to take back to her gym to train. But Staryu and Starmie were her oldest friends! They were always part of her team when dueling trainers, no matter how many badges they had, and Starmie had been her very first catch!
They still didn't know that she had been caught, much less that she was now an electric-type. The two of them had battled against countless electric-types in her gym, enough that she felt that they regarded them with a sort of contempt. How would they respond? What would they think?
Only one way to find out.
She clicked both pokeballs with her thumbs and out they came, forming in the shallows of the lake, a pair of star-shaped creatures, one light brown and the other dark purple, their scarlet gemstone cores brightly shining.
Staryu was the younger and more excitable of the two. Upon being chosen, it immediately straightened up and stared looking around for the threat that it had been summoned to battle. "Har!" it declared in its coarse, crystalline voice.
Starmie, however, was older and more even-tempered. Instead of immediately preparing for battle, it instead stared right at its trainer. Its psychic abilities no doubt told it that something was wrong, but even without them, seeming Misty looking so morose would have been a tip-off. "Hrur?" it inquired.
Misty sighed. "Hi, guys," she said. "No, there's nothing to fight. I just need to tell you something."
Starmie tilted its, well, its rays, and its core began to glow. Misty suddenly felt a faint buzzing in the back of her mind, a sure sign that it was scanning her.
Then it stiffened. "Hwoo!" it said in distress.
Oh no. "Wait," Misty said, extending a hand.
Starmie recoiled from her touch, and Misty felt like a jagged shard of glass had been stabbed into her heart.
"Heh?" asked Staryu.
"Hweh!" responded Starmie.
Staryu reacted immediately, all of its rays going stiff in shock.
"Guys, no, it's still me!" Misty protested, holding out her hands. "I'm still Misty. It's just-"
"Hor!"
Staryu and Starmie both dissolved into red energy, which then fled back into the pokeballs.
Misty gawked down at the two inert spheres of metal and plastic in her hands. Had she just been rejected? Did her two oldest friends, her favorite Pokemon, just turn away from her, just because she was an electric-type?
Tears again misted her vision, and the two pokeballs slipped from her trembling fingers, which then curled into shaking fists.
No! Not this. Had everything been taken from her? First it had nearly been her life, then her freedom, then her safety, then her connection to the water, and now even her own Pokemon were abandoning her!
Hot, angry tears dripped down her cheeks, and the shaking in her arms grew worse. This wasn't fair! She hadn't asked for any of this! No matter what she did, life just spat on her! She tried to do her best as Gym Leader, and if it wasn't Team Rocket making her life miserable, it was her own sisters undermining her at every turn! She thought that maybe going with Ash would be her escape from all that, but as it turned out, to do so she had to throw away literally everything that had made her life worth living, and she ended up with a lot of crap in return!
It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair! It wasn't-
Pure rage mixed with grief coursed through her, and she thrust her fists to the sky and screamed!
…
"Holy moly!" Ash blurted out as he leapt to his feet. Startled as well, Nidoran ran across the log's length and bounded into his arms.
Crackling blasts of electricity were shooting into the sky from the lake's shore, thunderous sonic booms punctuating each blast and sending shockwaves rippling across the water's surface. And over it all was a sustained shriek of pure, unadulterated rage.
Ash stood slack-jawed, holding the trembling Pokemon to his chest, staring in disbelief as Misty unleashed her fury into the heavens. Sweet and salty balls of Palkia, what was that?
"Oh," May said, a look of dismay on her face. "Oh, boy. I haven't seen her this angry in a really long time. And she couldn't blow things up back then."
"Uh, should we, you know, do something?" Ash took a step forward, only for May to grip him by the shoulder.
"Nope," she said. "Nuh-uh. You sit your cute little butt down."
With that last word, May shoved Ash's butt back onto the fallen log.
"But-"
"No. Don't. I know you want to help, but trust me. You do not want to be anywhere near any of that. Heck, I don't want to be anywhere near that, and I actually can take her in a fight!"
Then a particularly power lightning bolt, one that as thick as a tree, shot straight upward into space. It lasted for a full six seconds, and a sustained rumble of thunder reverberated out from it, bending the trees and sending actual waves rolling across the lake. Ash and May winced and covered their ears while Nidoran immediately leapt behind the log.
Finally the pillar of destructive, electric force tapered off, and the rumbles of thunder died away. Ash and May lowered their hands, though there was still a shrill ringing in their ears.
Wincing, May massaged her temples with her fingertips. "Correction," she said. "I may be able to take her in a fight."
…
Though she was draining all of her wellspring of electric power, Misty kept the juice going as long as she could, fueling it with years of pent-up frustration, bitterness, indignation, resentment, and good old-fashioned anger.
Despite everything, it felt so good to finally release all of those bottled-up emotions. It was like tearing off a scab, vomiting out bad food, or draining a boil. It hurt, it felt kind of gross, but man was it liberating.
Out and out it poured, drawn up from deep in her core, sending surging up through her body to blast up through her fingertips, until every single drop was gone, every static charge, every tiny shock had been expunged.
When it was done, Misty felt spent, empty, drained, but kind of relieved. Her muscles, unused to conducting that kind of power, were twitching from exertion, and she seemed unable to take a deep breath, but she did feel better. Her arms drooped to her sides, and she let herself fall flat on her back in the grass, eyes staring up at the sky.
There, she thought. I gave you your dumb lightning back. Now let me be a water-type!
Of course it didn't work, though honestly it really should.
She tried to think of what she should do now, but her mind now felt foggy and scattered, making collecting her thoughts difficult. She hadn't slept well the previous night, and now all she wanted to do was let herself drift off.
Well, why not? She was having a really lousy week; she deserved a nap!
Misty closed her eyes, ready to just let herself drift off.
To her annoyance, she couldn't.
There was something floating on the edge of her mind, something that, despite her exhaustion, her attention refused to ignore. With the buzzing energy in her core now spent, a new sensation was starting to build to replace it, making her feel restless. She fidgeted, her thighs rubbing together as the sensation grew. What was going on? And why was it so familiar? Almost like-
Oh.
Oh, darn.
Immediately her mind flashed back to one particular night from some months ago, the night she had met Professor Bill Conifer, actually. It had been during yet another boring League Summit, where she and May had been desperate for anything to pass the time, and they had met the young, new professor from Sinnoh, and May had decided to take advantage of the situation to have a few "questions answered," while Misty had sat nearby, watching in amusement as Bill had squirmed with discomfort as May's questions increasingly got more and more inappropriate.
Well, it's true that PokeGirls do gain a drastically increased libido after being caught, Bill said in her memory. That's fairly common knowledge. Periods of arousal are more frequent and last longer, and stimulation is stronger, especially after battles. The prevailing theory is that it acts as a natural painkiller following a violent encounter, though there is no unanimous agreement.
So…orgasms are better then? May had eagerly responded.
…yes. They do seem to be more powerful and longer in duration, and the recovery period is much shorter.
But it's not just after battles, right? Like, they're just ready to go 24/7?
Well, no, it of course is not constant, but it does happen at a much higher frequency than it does with normal females, yes. It's just particularly stronger after battles. You…do know that you can just look this up for yourself, right?
Is that why PokeGirls are always so horny in tournaments? I saw this one battle where the winner just started grinding the loser, right in the middle of the arena!
I'm sorry, how old are you again? Where are your parents?
Though the memory brought a small smile to Misty's face, it did highlight the problem she was now facing, a problem that May had been fully aware of and eager to experience when Misty had made her a PokeGirl, and yet she had somehow forgotten.
In unleashing her rage, she had spent all of her power reserves, thus making her body think that she had just been in a battle. As such, she was now becoming infuriatingly horny.
Misty whimpered as the tingling waves of arousal surged through her in waves, starting in her gut but rippling outward. Her short, exhausted panting slowed, grew deeper, grew thicker, making her shudder with every breath she took. She was intensely, achingly aware of every sensation, from where the grass tickled the bare skin of her outstretched arms and legs, the back of her exposed midriff, and the back of her neck, to how the soft fabric of her shirt glided over the stiffening nubs of her nipples. A feverish shiver broke out over her body, as cold sweat budded on her forehead.
But of course, the center of concentration was concentrated deep in her loins. Every small movement slid her moistened panties over the her swelling lips, while the girlish bud of her clitoris twitched higher and harder with every breath. Though it only made things worse, Misty couldn't keep from squirming, rubbing her legs and thighs together. Her back began to arch on its own, slowly thrusting her hips upward.
Good grief, was this how May felt all the time? Misty often teased her for her raging sex drive and complete lack of shame, but if this was how it felt to be her, then Misty honestly owed her an apology. If anything, May now had her full respect for how much self-control she actually exerted.
It's just because you exerted so much power at once, said the rational part of her mind, the part that actually recalled everything she had learned. It's your first time having done so, so of course the resulting wave of arousal would come on so strong-
Yeah, that's great. Shut up, I'm horny.
"Mmmmm," Misty moaned. Her teeth came down on her lower lip, and her hips were now moving on their own, practically humping the air in their need for satisfaction.
Darn it, I've done it now. This isn't going away on it's own. She had wanted to just throw herself a well-deserved pity-party, and instead she just ended up turning herself on.
Like, really on.
Okay, she thought to herself as one hand unconsciously glided over the clenching muscles of her stomach, up under her shirt, to squeeze one of her nipples. I should…I should go back to camp. May. She'll be…more than happy to help me with this. And Ash! This is his fault, anyway. He owes me. And it's not like…like he'd mind. I kind of. Promised him. Didn't I? Sort of?
But despite how hard it was getting to think, despite how much her body was screaming Hell yes! to the prospect of getting banged by both Ash and May at the same time, she still couldn't bring herself to do it.
Because even though she was now a miserable, rejected, down-on-her luck electric-type PokeGirl, she was still Misty Waterflower, and she had her pride, darn it!
That's okay, she thought as her other hand settled on the front of her shorts. I can take care of this myself. I've done it before. This shouldn't…take long…at all.
That decided, she then hastily attacked her shorts with both hands, fingers fumbling around the button, trying her darnedest to undo it, but her fingers suddenly seemed so slippery, and she couldn't get them to-
There! The button popped free, so she yanked down the zipper as fast as she could and quickly swept her suspenders from her shoulders. Then she lifted her butt and divested herself of her shorts and panties with one swift motion, pulling them down to her knees before kicking them off entirely.
By now her pussy felt like it had doubled in sized and was practically throbbing with need. She laid one hand over her mound and nearly swooned at how sensitive it was.
Okay. This'll be fast. Spreading the moist lips with her fingers, she readied herself to plunge in. Let's take care of this and-
Wait.
Misty paused. It suddenly occurred to her that since this was her first time experiencing this level of arousal, it probably wasn't going to feel this good again. So why waste it? Why not take her time and really enjoy herself? She was having a lousy time, so she deserved it!
Okay. Slow it down it was. That was fine; she could do slow. Now, she just needed a good fantasy for, ahem, encouragement.
But what though?
She considered fantasizing about Ash again, but discarded that idea. She was still a little cranky with him, and besides, she had no real experience with him to build off of. Also, it did feel a little skeevy to start imagining having sex with him after leading him on only to shoot him down last night.
That also eliminated just about every other boy she knew, as they were all either gross or someone she liked but was still disinterested in.
Which led her to the most logical choice: May.
With May, Misty had a wealth of pleasant memories to draw from. The two had started having sex even before May had become a PokeGirl, and many more times since. She knew the feel of May's fingers intimately well, and the weight of her body was as familiar to her as the feel of her own clothes, and much more fun.
And she had the perfect memory to call upon too. Since this was her first time pleasuring herself as a PokeGirl, what could be more fitting than her first time with May?
Yes. That would do nicely.
Misty's fingers closed around her pussy while her other hand returned to her chest, squeezing the stiff nubs of her nipples and rolling them between her fingers, while her mind wound itself back. It had been a little over a year ago, and Misty was taking a trip to the Hoenn League. And since they had already been friends for a couple months, May had asked, had begged, had cajoled her to spend her time at her place instead of just staying at a hotel or League Headquarters.
Come on, it'll be great! she had said. Mom and Dad won't even be there, and Brandon's away at camp! We'll have the whole place to ourselves!
Well, that sounded just great to the increasingly stressed young Gym Leader, so Misty had readily agreed.
What followed was easily the most fun weekend she ever had. There had been movies, there had been an obscene amount of junk food, and May had even convinced Misty to help her break into her dad's gym where he kept his own Pokemon, so they could have a rare Gym Leader vs. Gym Leader (well, Gym Leader's daughter, anyway) battle (Misty had won).
But most important was what had happened after the sun had gone down, when they had been huddled together in May's room, transfixed on her TV. Because as it turned out, she had more than just a secret stash of horror movies. She also had a breathtaking collection of pornography, from the traditional stuff to several video tapes of exclusively PokeGirl vs. PokeGirl battles.
And though she had thought it was dumb at first (she saw boobs and penises at her gym all the time, and she could do without seeing more, or at least of the latter), Misty had ended up transfixed!
"Look at that!" May said, gesticulating grandly at the television. On it, a buxom blonde was writhing around with a petite pink-haired girl. They were both fighting types, and were supposed to be trying to out-wrestle one another, but it looked more to Misty like they were each fighting to mount the other. "And this is just stuff I taped on TV! Seriously, why do grown-ups make such a big deal about porn anyway? This is way spicier!"
Misty licked her lips.
Grinning, May turned toward her younger friend. "Of course, you see this kind of stuff all the time!" she said, playfully elbowing Misty in the side. "Bet'cha trainers bring in PokeGirls all the time!"
Misty jumped a little at the sudden contact. "Uh, y-yeah. They do. I…I actually don't mind that very much. It's their trainers that I can't stand."
May leaned in, grinning slyly as she pressed her cheek to Misty's. "Yeah, I bet you don't. All day, just an endless parades of tits and ass."
Misty's middle finger slid right in. The warm, dripping insides of her pussy gripped down, applying as much pressure as possible. Meanwhile, her thumb rotated over her clitoris, rolling it around and around.
"Um. Um." Misty nervously ran her fingers around her shirt's neckhole, opening it up to allow for some air. "Well, I actually feel pretty bad about having to fight them. Especially when I win. I just…don't like hurting them, you know?"
"You know they love it," May said, draping an arm around Misty's shoulder and bringing her in close. "The fighting, I mean. It's like foreplay to them!"
Misty shot her an odd look. "How do you know?"
"Because I've asked them! It doesn't hurt as much as it looks, and it really turns them on!"
To this, Misty said nothing. She just returned her attention to the TV. On it, the pink-haired PokeGirl had managed to twist the blonde into a very painful looking hold, one where one of the blonde's legs was draped over the back of the pink-haired one's neck, and she was pressing down on the blonde's upper and lower leg with her arms, applying pressure to her knee. Meanwhile, she was using her own legs to part the blonde's thighs, forcing her into the splits, while using her own leg to manipulate the blonde's other leg, bending it back and forth between hyper-extending the knee or squeezing the calf against her shins.
It looked agonizing, but the blonde's moans and cries didn't sound so much anguished as they sounded, well, deeply aroused, almost as if she were enjoying it. She gasped and moaned, her large breasts heaving with every labored breath.
Sensing that the end was near, the pinkette twisted the blonde's leg back and forth. The blonde screamed one more time before going limp, ending the match.
"Now here's the really good part," May said, her arm still slung around Misty's shoulders. "Watch this."
Fascinated, disturbed, kind of disgusted, but unable to look away, Misty stared as the pinkette released the trembling blonde's legs and stood up. She walked over to the edge of the ring, and one of the attendants handed something to her.
It was a black harness, one with a rubber penis affixed to the front.
As Misty watched, the pink-haired PokeGirl put the strap-on on, clicking the buckles in place over her groin. She then knelt down next to the blonde, who was still collapsed on the floor, and ran her hands over her vanquished opponent's legs.
At the touch, the blonde began to stir again, but it was too late. The pinkette spread her legs apart and placed the rubber head of the strap-on on top of the blonde's glistening cunt. She played with her enemy a bit, waggling it back and forth, before drawing her hips back and thrusting forward.
The rubber penis slid right in.
Adding another finger, Misty began to build up speed, pumping her pussy with her hand. Her hips were again jerking up, but now they had something to thrust into.
"Look at that," May said as the pink-haired PokeGirl thrust into the blonde again and again, making her cry out. "It's really something, isn't it?"
Misty's tongue slid out, moistening her drying lips. "Um, yeah. It r-really is."
Then May slowly turned her head so that she was looking right at Misty, her grin now somehow even more sensual. "Hey," she said. "Wanna try it?"
Misty stiffened. "W-What?"
"What they're doing. The sex. Wanna try it?"
Wait, was she serious? Was May actually being serious right now? "You mean, we beat each other up and-"
"No! Nothing like that! And not even with the strap-on. But, you know, the rest. You know, the sort of things two girls can do with each other. Wanna give it a shot?"
"I…" Misty's first impulse was to shoot May down immediately. It was something she did often, when yet another douchebag trainer decided to proposition the little girl playing Gym Leader.
And yet, though the command to refuse had left her brain, her lips rebelled and she instead found herself saying, "Can we?"
"Absolutely." May's bright blue eyes seemed to be sparkling even in the darkened room. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
"Have you…" Misty swallowed. Boy, her throat was dry! "Have you ever done this before?"
"Uh, well, no," May admitted. "But that makes it even more fun! It's a great, big world to explore, and we can do it together! Isn't that what being a Pokemon trainer was all about?"
Personally, Misty felt that May's analogy was really reaching. Regardless, though her heart was thumping in her chest, she still managed a small nod.
"Okay." May nodded, and for the first time she actually seemed a little nervous herself. "Okay. Well, here goes."
She leaned in to kiss Misty on the lips. As soon as she felt May's warm breath on her mouth, Misty froze. And when their lips made contact, she nearly screamed. Not in fear, or excitement, or any normal human emotion, but in simple stimulation overload, an extreme reaction to, "Oh gosh, oh gosh, this is really happening, this is really happening and I don't know what to do, what do I do, what do I do?"
Then the answer came to her in a burst of clarity.
Kiss her back.
Lowering her eyelids, Misty tiled her head and pressed into May's lips. It felt…nice. Weird, but nice. It was a sort of strange intimate connection that was a lot like getting cuddled, something that happened frequently with May, only…spicier. Spicier and more wet.
The two young girls kissed each other for a bit. Though neither of them really knew what they were doing, May at least seemed to have some idea of what she wanted, so Misty just did her best to copy her, so it didn't take long for them to fall into a sort of rhythm, their lips softly smacking, punctuated by gentle sighs and tiny moans.
Despite how nervous she was, Misty found herself pressing deeper into the kiss. Her breaths were coming in hot and quick now, and the squirming in her core was heating up.
But that was nothing compared to the furious tingling deep in her groin, which had been slowly smoldering all throughout their little movie marathon but was now practically exploding with desire.
So this was what the fuss was all about! Misty had never really understood what her sisters' big obsession over kissing or sex was all about, and to be honest it kind of disgusted her. But if kissing felt this good, then she found herself finally getting it, though she would never admit it to her sisters' faces.
Then, before she knew what was happening, something warm and moist slipped into her mouth.
"Ew!" Misty abruptly withdrew and started spitting and sputtering. "Was that your tongue?"
May honestly looked surprised at both Misty's reaction and at herself. "Oh! Oh, crap! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that!"
"You stuck your tongue in my mouth! How could you not know what you were doing?"
"It's what they always do on TV!"
Misty blinked. "Wait, really? They kiss each other with their tongue?"
"All the time!"
"…why?"
May shrugged. "I dunno, I guess it feels good?"
Did it? Sex did seem to be all about sticking different body parts into someone else. Maybe it did.
"Oh, well, then I guess it should be okay."
May brightened? "Really? You want to try it?"
Misty nodded. "Just don't drool into my mouth, okay?"
"Got it!"
May again leaned in to kiss Misty, and Misty leaned into her in return. Their lips met, and this time, when May's tongue slid into her mouth, she let it.
It was…still kind of gross, and Misty found herself frowning a little. But the more she kissed May, the less it weirded her out, and she actually found herself liking it a little.
Feeling emboldened, Misty thrust her own tongue forward. May smiled against Misty's mouth, and their tongues and lips danced together, sharing warmth and fluids.
Misty pumped her fingers faster and harder, her sopping wet insides clamping down on her digits.
Then a soft sigh escaped May's lips, and she slowly withdrew.
"So," she said. "Wanna take this to the next level?"
Misty was feeling a little lightheaded, but she still managed a nod.
"Okay. Now, put your arms up."
The flutters in her belly came back, but Misty still obeyed. May laid her hands on Misty's waist.
"Ready?" she said.
"Stop stalling," Misty said with a scowl. "You know I am."
"Oooh, there's my feisty little mermaid." And with that, May curled her fingers around the hem of Misty's pajama top and pulled it up over her head and arms and tossed it away.
Once it was gone, Misty instinctively tried to cover her chest with her arms. Granted, there was nothing really there to cover up, but it was the principle of the thing.
"Uh-uh," May said, grabbing her by the wrists and bringing her arms back down to the bed. "None of that." She then let her eyes rove up and down Misty's exposed torso and smiled. Misty winced a bit at the attention but let her.
"So cute," May murmured, pressing a single fingertip to the middle of Misty's collarbone and slid it down the valley between where Misty's breasts would one day be. Misty's whole body shivered at the touch.
Then she leaned in to close her lips to one of Misty's little pink nipples.
Misty closed her eyes just breathed as May worked her tongue over the hard nub, working it like a piece of candy. Soft mewling noises escaped her lips as her body began to shiver with pleasure. May then switched nipples, trailing a string of spit from her lips.
"You…You really think so?" Misty said as May licked and sucked on her chest.
"Hmmm?"
"That I'm cute?"
Normally Misty would not be caught dead asking such a question, but this was the most vulnerable she had ever been, and paradoxically it was with someone that she trusted, so she felt that the time was right.
May withdrew from her nipple and wiped her mouth. "What are you talking about?" she said, her face twisted up in puzzlement. "Of course you are!"
Misty shrugged. "Well, you know. Everyone's always telling me how beautiful my sisters are, and then they tell me that it's great that I'm so good at Pokemon training, like I don't know what they really mean. And my sisters keep saying that I must've been supposed to be born a boy, only for things to get messed up at the last second, and I would never be-"
"Oh, please!" May snorted. "Cut that talk off right now!" She laid a hand on Misty's bare shoulder. "Misty, you are adorable! Those bimbos just say that because they already know that you're twice the woman that they'll ever be, and once you've grown up, you're going to become an absolute stunner." She looked Misty up and down again and smiled. "Though if you ask me, you are one sexy babe already."
Normally when Misty heard that kind of talk, it meant that it was time to embarrass some loser foolish enough to step foot in her gym. But coming from May, it just made her feel warm and mushy inside. "Really?"
"Girl, I am leaking like a Blastoise's cannon just looking at you. Now, are you going to stop listening to stupid people, or can we go back to having sex?"
Misty felt her throat tighten up. All her life she had wanted to stand out, to excel, to prove her worth and have her accomplishments acknowledged. She had pushed, fought, battled, and clawed her way into the position she was at a far younger age than anyone else, and when jerks and losers failed to respect her, then she made them respect her!
But there was something else that she wanted, something that she had never really admitted to anyone, something that she only really felt late at night, as she stared up at the ceiling of her room.
And that was to feel wanted.
She didn't just want to be liked. She didn't just want to be appreciated. She wanted someone to want her, to desire her, not as a way to control and have power over her, but for someone to need her.
It wasn't something she had really ever expected to have though. She was the runt, the tomboy, the un-shiny Mareep of her family. From her unruly carrot-orange hair to her face full of freckles, Misty had always felt that her older sisters had gotten all the beauty while she had to content herself with building skill in other areas. No one would ever want her for reasons unrelated to her status as a trainer.
But she had been wrong. May wanted her. May desired her. And not just as a friend or for her prestigious position, but as a girl.
No, as a woman, as a lover! May thought that she was pretty. May thought that she was sexy. May wanted her.
And with that, all of Misty's nervousness dissipated. She felt good, she felt warm, she felt wanted.
She felt loved.
"Ready to go on?" May asked.
"Oh, yeah," Misty grinned.
Suddenly May had two hands grabbing her by the collar of her own pajama top. Drawing back in surprise, she stared as Misty leaned in so that their foreheads were touching, a grin as lecherous as any May had ever worn on her face now.
"My turn," Misty purred, and she pushed the top button of May's pajama top through its hole and started working downward, opening it as she went.
May then grinned in return. "Knew you had it in you, Red," she said.
Misty reached the bottom button, and May's top fell open. Misty reached up with hesitant, yet excited, fingers to brush the soft cloth off of May's shoulders. The pajama top slid down May's waist, revealing her slender waist, her own breasts just starting to bud. Still, at least she had them!
Licking her lips, Misty reached out with both hands, only to pause halfway. Should she? Would doing so be too forward?
In answer, May smirked and grabbed both of Misty's wrists. Then she slowly moved Misty's hands forward the rest of the way, laying them on her chest.
"Okay," Misty murmured as she pressed her hands into May's boobs, pressing them, kneading the soft flesh, feeling May's own hardening nipples roll around beneath her palm.
Though she would never admit it, and as uncomfortable as it made her sometimes, one thing she did like about trainers using PokeGirls in her gym was all the boobs. There were big, pillowy boobs; there were small, dainty boobs; there were boobs shaped like pears, boobs shaped like apples, boobs shaped watermelons, and pretty much every everything else found in a fruit basket; there were ones with a lot of bounce and there were ones that looked more firm to the touch; there were ones with large dark nipples and ones with small pink ones; but the one thing they all had in common was they all seemed to be calling to her to play with them.
Misty always knew that she one day would have a pair of her own, and if her sisters' busts were anything to judge by, she would have nothing to complain about. But she still wanted a pair to play with now. Her own still had a few years before they started coming in, and she legally couldn't catch a Pokegirl of her own. And that honestly just galled her. She knew that she would make a better trainer for those girls that the overwhelming majority of the trainers they were stuck with, even the female ones.
But now she finally had a pair to play with. And sure, they were barely there, but they still felt…nice. Very nice.
As she continued to play with May's chest, May returned the favor, fingers Misty's nipples again. This time, Misty didn't draw away. She even lifted her arms a bit, giving May better access.
Then May kissed her again, and Misty didn't withdraw. Their tongues rolled around one another while their nipples rolled around in their hands.
Rolling over onto her front, Misty stuck her butt into the air as she continued to abuse her throbbing pussy. Tingling sweat was dripping down her face, and she squeezed her eyes shut before it could get in.
May slowly parted and let her hands drop. Sensing that things were about to change, Misty did the same.
"So, hey," May panted. "Wanna move on to the main event?"
Misty blinked. Then she slowly nodded.
"Okay. Stretch out your legs and lift up your butt."
This was it. They were really going this far. Trembling with nervousness and excitement, Misty did as she was instructed, bracing her arms against the bed and lifting her butt up for May.
May let her fingers trail down Misty's front, leaving the skin shivering with pleasure in her wake. Then they moved around the curve of her hips and hooked into the waistline of her pajama bottoms.
"Ready?" she said.
"Yup!" Misty said, trying to sound confident and grown-up, but the squeak in her voice betrayed her.
Grinning, May gave the bottoms a pull, slowly peeling them down Misty's hips and over her legs, revealing Misty's creamy white thighs and plain white panties. She felt slightly embarrassed about that, but no one had told her that they would be doing sexy things! If she had known, she would have worn something more flirty, except that she didn't even own anything more flirty, so she would have to buy some, which would just lead to weird questions at the story and if her sisters found out-
"So cute," May murmured again, interrupting May's off-course train of thought. She moved her hands back up, caressing Misty's calves, giving them a brief squeeze before moving up to her thighs. Misty was now practically panting with anticipation.
Despite them being oh so achingly close, May took her sweet time exploring Misty's upper legs, feeling, groping, and pinching her flesh. Then both hands reached around to seize Misty's bottom.
Misty squeaked.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you've got a fantastic butt?" May said as she kneaded Misty's cheeks.
"I…uh…well, a couple jerks have tried to slap it, but I kicked them out right after, so…no."
"Ha! Well, this is better than slapping, right?"
May's fingers were digging in deep. Misty bit down on her lower lips and curled her upper body against May, grabbing onto her shoulders as hoarse groans rose up from deep within her.
Then May paused, and started to remove her hands. Misty's heart was already beating fast, but now it really began to race. Was this it? Was May going for-
May's palm came down on Misty's left butt cheek, smacking it with a loud clap.
"Hey!" Misty gave May a rough shove. "What the heck?"
Laughing, May held up her hands in surrender. "Sorry, sorry! It's just so juicy, I couldn't help it!"
Scowling, Misty turned away with a huff. "Well, that doesn't give you the right to just smack me whenever you feel like it! I mean, what if I just spanked you out of nowhere? How would you like that?"
"Um, a lot?"
Misty blinked. "Wait," she said, turning back. "Really?"
May shot her a look.
Then she sighed and stuck her thumbs into the waist of the shorts she was wearing and pushed them off.
"Wait, hold on!" Misty protested. "I didn't…ah, hello."
May's own panties were small, black, and rimmed with lace, and did very little to hide the shape of her mound. Seeing how Misty was staring, May shot her a wink and then got up on her hands and knees.
"Uh, May?" Misty said, her cheeks heating up. "What are…What are…"
May turned all the way around so that her butt was sticking right at Misty's face.
"…oh. Okay."
"C'mon," May said, giving her butt a shake. "Give it a smack."
May stared at her older friend. "You cannot be serious."
"Why wouldn't I be? Fair's fair, right? I slapped yours, so now you get to slap mine!"
Misty blinked. Then she looked down at May's two protruding butt cheeks, which continued to waggle enticing right in front of her face, jiggling with every shake. She licked her lips and looked down at her hand.
Then she shrugged. Oh well, why not? She lifted her hand and gave May's left cheek a tap.
May's butt stopped shaking. "Wait, that was it?" she said in disappointment. "Come on! I know you can-"
Then Misty slapped May's butt as hard as she could.
"Oh!" May gasped. "Oh, wow. That….Okay, I was kind of joking, but that still-"
Misty spanked her again, this time going for the other cheek.
"Oh. Uh, yeah. You know what? Forget fair. You just keep…keep doing that."
Grinning, Misty reared back with her palm to do just that, but then her eyes fell upon the thin, lacy material that split May's cheeks and paused. "Hmmm," she said, lowering her hand.
"Hey! I said keep slapping! What are you-"
Misty seized the sides of May's panties with both hands and yanked down off her butt and down her legs.
"-oh!" May said in surprise. "Uh, taking initiative, are we?"
Misty wasn't listening. May's special place now lay bare before her, her pussy lips spread open for her just under her butthole.
She laid one hand on the curve of May's butt to keep her steady while reaching up with her other hand to lay it right on May's sex, cupping her mound in her palm.
"Oh, yeah," May breathed. "That's…Yeah, you just keep doing whatever you want."
Misty was about to do just that, but before she began, she was struck with a realization. "Uh, so…what do I do now?"
May paused. "Are you serious?"
"I already told you, I've never done this before!"
"Yeah, but you've touched yourself, right? Well, it's the same principle!"
Silence.
"Misty?" May curved her body around to look back at her friend. "Getting awfully quiet back there."
Misty sighed. "No, I haven't."
"W-W-Wait, really?" May laughed in disbelief. "Never? Really?"
"No! I haven't, okay?"
May suddenly jerked away. Scampering aroumd, she sat on her haunches to face Misty. "Are you being real with me here?" May demanded. "You've never…at all? Really?"
Misty's cheeks puffed out in annoyance. "No! I haven't!"
The concept honestly seemed alien to May. "So…you haven't ever even had an orgasm?"
Misty glared.
"Oh." May blinked. And then she started to smile. It started small, just a perking up of the edges of her lips, but it quickly evolved into that wicked grin of hers. "Oh, this is a special night indeed!" she said, rubbing her palms together.
"Er…" Misty wasn't sure how she felt about that. She backed up a little. "What do you-"
May pounced. Misty squeaked in surprise as May tackled her to the bed, pressing her back, and Misty found herself staring up at May's leering face.
"Okay, let's just get rid of these now," May said. With one arm pressed against the bed next to Misty's face, she reached down with the other to liberate Misty's hips from her panties, yanking them fully off. All the while, she never broke eye contact.
Now fully nude, the two young girls stared deep into each other's eyes. Misty's breathing was coming out in quick, little pants, while May was taking in deep, shuddering breaths.
This was it. This was the most exposed Misty had ever been, her young, nubile body now lay open like a flower for her friend.
Whimpering with mindless bliss, May fell over onto her side. She was going at it with both hands now, ravishing herself with her fingers, steadily building up to what promised to be an explosive climax.
And May fully intended to drink her nectar. Bending down, May gave Misty one more kiss, this one brief, yet sweet. Then she moved herself back.
"Finally," May breathed. Still lying flay on her back, Misty inclined her head to see May staring down at her pussy. Then, seeing May reach for it with her hands, Misty gulped and dropped her head again. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Thanks for the meal," May muttered, and then laid her fingers onto Misty's plump vulva lips. Misty had to bite the insides of her cheeks from moaning too loudly.
Parting Misty's vulva like the petals of a flower, May brought her face in close enough that Misty could feel her warm breath in her insides. Then she felt the wet flickering of May's tongue over her entrance.
Shaking fingers curled up, seizing handfuls of sheets as May licked and lapped at Misty's nectar, her lips pressed against the girl's slit. Pleasure unlike she had ever felt wracked Misty's body, and she writhed this way and that, struggling to keep her hips steady for May, though she couldn't keep her legs from kicking against the bed as May's tongue probed deeper into her dripping insides, slurping up her hot arousal.
"That's it," May whispered as she hungrily nuzzled Misty's throbbing pussy, her fingers now stroking the space right over the slit, drawing out the hard nub of her clitoris. "That's my sweet, little mermaid. C'mon. You know you want to."
Misty couldn't keep a deep, hoarse growl from escaping. Something was building up. All the pleasure, all the excitement, all the fear that had been surging through her body was now collecting deep inside her groin, summoned by the ministrations of May's tongue. And it was growing stronger, growing larger, straining against the feeble dam holding it back, readying itself to burst, to flood her whole body with ecstasy.
"C'mon," May said again. "We're alone. Let it go, and let me hear it. Let me hear you scream."
Oh, to hell with restraint!
The flood finally peaked, rising up and smashing through the dam, filling Misty with its warmth. And, with no reason not to, she let herself go, crying out in pleasure as she came for the first time, her small body convulsing helplessly beneath the power of her very first orgasm.
"ARGGHHHH!"
Motivated by the memory of her first time cumming, Misty finally surrendered herself to release. She clamped down with her hands, plunging them deep as her juices gushed out through her fingers. She had never thought that she would ever feel an orgasm as powerful as that first one, but this one was so strong that it felt like it was exploding out of her, consuming her whole with a tidal wave of beautiful agony. Her back arched, her hips thrust heavenward, as every muscle squeezed tight, and all Misty could do was let herself be carried on that wave into sweet bliss.
Finally her body stopped convulsing, allowing her to finally lay still, breathing slowly
There. It was done.
If Misty had felt drained before, now it was like her entire body had been thoroughly wrung out, and now all she wanted to do was lay in post-orgasmic bliss.
You're still an electric-type, though.
Yes, I know. I'll deal with that later.
Your friends are waiting for you.
They can wait a little longer. Let me sleep.
Misty's eyelids finally drooped, and she was able to relax for the first time since…wow, she couldn't even remember. Her first night as a PokeGirl had been kind spent kind of grumpily, she had been on edge with excitement and nervousness all of the following day, last night had been miserable, and all of the morning up until now had also been no fun.
Well, it was time to make up for lost time. She shuffled her panties and shorts back up in case of any passersby and let herself sink into the warm embrace of sleep.
However, before she was allowed to drift off entirely, a shadow fell over her, blotting out the sun.
Frowning, Misty mumbled, "May, that better not be you."
There was no response, though the shadow did shift, as if it were tilting its head.
Sighing, Misty cracked her eyes open.
A round, yellow face was peering down at her, mere centimeters away from her eyes.
"Pika-Pika!"
Misty's eyes snapped fully open. Yup, there was a Pokemon staring at her, rodent with yellow fur, pink spots on its cheeks, and a jagged tail that it held stiffly out.
"What in the…" Then she groaned and turned over. A male Pikachu. Of course, it would be a Pikachu. Because what better way to celebrate being rejected by her own water Pokemon than to attract the attention of a fellow electric-type.
"Pika? Pika-pi!"
Groaning, Misty rolled over onto her side and sat up. "What do you want?" she demanded grumpily.
The Pikachu sat in place and stared right back at her, his little nose twitching. "Chu?"
Misty planted an elbow in her lap and her chin on her fist. "Go away," she said, shooing it with her hand. "I'm not in the mood."
The Pikachu was not getting the hint. Instead of leaving her alone, he proceeded to do the opposite, loping towards her instead. "Pika?"
Misty cringed back as it placed its forepaws on her leg and looked up at her. What was with this thing? Usually wild Pokemon didn't get this close unless they were looking for a fight.
Then she heard the sound of splashing, as someone was coming toward her, wading through the shallows. "Chuey!" the piping voice of a young child called. "Where are you?"
"Oh," Misty said. "Guess you belong to someone."
"Pi!"
Moments later that someone came sloshing into view. It was a small boy, younger than even Ash, wearing baggy green pants and a yellow tunic. He had on a wide-brimmed straw hat over his bright yellow hair.
"Chuey, there you are!" he exclaimed as he came ashore.
"Pika!" The Pikachu bounded toward him and leapt into his arms.
"And you made a friend!" the boy said, scratching the happy rodent around his cheeks. "See, I knew that dried up Professor Oak was wrong about you! You are the friendly type after all. Uh, hello!"
Misty sighed. "Hey," she said, waving at him. Great, now she had visitors!
…
"Wait," Ash said, cupping a hand to his ear. "Do you hear that?"
Nidoran immediately raised his head and sniffed. His ears twitched. "Nido!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, I do," May said, rising. "Somebody's there!"
The two exchanged a single look. Then, as if on cue, they all bolted to where Misty had gone, with Nidoran bounding along not far behind. Giving Misty her privacy was one thing, but they weren't going to have her disturbed by any random weirdo that so happened along.
…
"Are you a trainer too?" the boy asked.
A trainer? Kids his age having a Pokemon as a pet was pretty common, but not as a traveling trainer. "I guess I am," Misty said, though it galled her that that was now in question.
"That's great!" the boy said, grinning. "I've been a trainer for a couple days now. Chuey's my starter, and my best friend! But I've also caught-"
Right about then he was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps. "Hey! Leave her alone!" Ash called as he basically galloped into the scene.
"Misty, are you all right?" May said as she arrived with him.
Nidoran leapt out in front of them, already in the defensive position.
Misty sighed. "Guys, relax. This kid's not going to do anything. He's-"
"Ash?" the boy said, placing the Pikachu down.
Ash froze. "Wait…is that…"
"Ash!" The boy joyfully threw himself at Ash, wrapping both arms around Ash's middle, almost tackling him to the ground.
As he did, his wide hat slipped off, and Misty saw an incredibly long ponytail of yellow hair become unraveled and fly out behind him.
For his part, Ash didn't seem to care for running into this kid, judging by the way he was recoiling away from the boy's enthusiastic embrace.
"Uh, you know this guy?" May asked.
"Yeah," Ash sighed, his shoulder slumping. "She's in my class."
Misty and May both stiffened. "Wait," Misty said. "She? You mean that's a-"
"Hello!" The kid released Ash and turned to wave at the two PokeGirls with a broad grin. "I'm Yellow! Nice to meet you!"