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.

18. A Full Moon Beneath the Mountain!

A Full Moon Beneath the Mountain!

Ash wasn't sure if he was dead or not, but he was doing his best to find out.

The first thing he noticed once the world stopped moving was that it was very dark.

The second was that it was pretty cold.

The third was that he was lying on something surprisingly soft, albeit humped in a rather uncomfortable way.

The fourth was that the thing he was lying on was also moving, shuffling about, taking the dazed boy with it.

The fifth was the sound of…of chittering. Lots and lots of chittering, going on all around him.

That couldn't be good.

"Hello?" he said. "Guys?"

Still more chittering.

Swallowing, he slowly shifted his body around, turning toward the sound.

A pair of cold, dead eyes met his, glowing pale white in the dark.

…

May sat by herself in the middle of the highway, legs drawn up, her chin nestled between her knees, arms wrapped around her shins, rocking back and forth on her heels as she stared over at the bent guardrail that her friends had gone over.

Nothing really felt real. She was aware of things happening around her. She was aware of the smell of cold pine wafting in from the forest mixed with the stench of burning metal with just a tinge of gasoline from the wrecked police car. She felt the chill of the night air against her bare arms and legs, a chill that could easily be dispelled simply by raising the temperature of her skin a few degrees, if she were so inclined. She was aware of the dryness of her mouth, of the babble of voices coming from the other passengers who were still gathered near the bus, and the roughness of the asphalt beneath her ass.

However, none of that mattered. They were simply sensations, raw information to be processed and ignored. All that mattered was The Mission, and The Mission was getting her ass down in to the ravine to save her friends.

That, and the obstacles preventing her from doing what she needed to do.

Technically, she actually wasn't alone. Olivia, the larger of Brock's two PokeGirls, was standing in front of her with her arms crossed, warily watching her in case of any sharp movements. May was aware that she needed to get past her in order to start The Mission, but she had failed that once already. A new strategy was needed.

Teach, the smaller PokeGirl, approached the two. "Okay, they say that they called the police, the real police, and that they're on their way," she said. "But it'll take about half-an-hour."

May's body tensed up. The police. She didn't need the police. The police would only get in the way. The police weren't to be trusted.

The two PokeGirls noticed this. "Don't," Teach warned, positioning herself right behind May.

May slowly breathed out, and when she spoke, her voice was clear, calm, and utterly flat. "I understand that you two are both rock-types, which means you have a natural resistance to my fire. I understand that you are older than me, stronger than me, and far more experienced than me. And I understand that there are two of you and only one of me." She looked up to stare directly at Olivia's face, embers dancing in her unblinking eyes. "But if you keep me from going after my friends then I will melt the fat beneath your skin."

"WOW!" Olivia gawked. "I mean, wow! That is a new one!"

"Not for me," Teach said.

"What?"

"Try subbing for middle-schoolers sometime."

"Yeah, but…Wait, you were a submissive for who?"

"Oh, for the love of-Substitute teacher, Olivia! Not submissive!"

"Oh. Yeah, that makes way more sense. My mistake." A pause. "Okay, but still! That was ice-cold, kid!"

"Not for long," May said.

"May, please," Teach said softly. She knelt down next to May and put a hand on her shoulder. "Look at me. Look at me, okay?"

May glanced at her from the corner of her eye.

"I totally understand how you feel. But if you-"

"How can you? Have you ever seen the only people in the world worth caring about taken away from you, so you don't even know if they're living or dead?"

Teach didn't so much as flinch. "I've seen those closest to me beaten unconscious, stuffed into bags, and carried away in helicopters by Team Rocket."

Olivia winced. "Oh, yeah. That day was kind of terrible."

That actually was enough to jerk May enough out of her trance to turn directly toward Teach. "What?"

"We were both there when Brock drove Team Rocket out of Pewter City," Olivia told her. "They went after his family. We almost…" Her voice caught, she blinked, and then continued, slower this time. "We almost lost them. We almost lost each other. It was…a pretty close thing."

"We almost lost you!" Teach snapped. "You were the one taken in the damned helicopter!"

"Not one of my fondest memories," Olivia agreed.

"Then help me make this an 'almost' too!" May was suddenly on her feet, pressing herself up against Olivia, standing up on tiptoes as she stared pleadingly into her eyes. "You guys can jump really far, right?"

Olivia took a step back. "Er, yes?"

"Far enough to reach the cliff wall?"

"What are you asking, May?" Teach said.

May stepped back as well, so she could see them both. "When Brock sent you, who specifically did he want to protect?"

"All of you!" Teach said.

"Okay, but be honest, all right? Misty was his main priority, wasn't it? His fellow Gym Leader? His colleague?"

Olivia and Teach glanced at each other in discomfort.

"How's he going to react when you just come back with just one and tell him you left Misty freaking Waterflower at the bottom of a cliff?"

Olivia slowly breathed out. "Better than coming back with nobody."

"But coming back with three is even better! Get me on your back, jump to the cliff, and get me down to the bottom so I can find the only people in the world important to me! Because I swear to God, if you make me go back without even so much as finding out what happened to them, the first thing I'm gonna do is test out how really good Brock's sprinklers are!"

Teach placed herself directly in front of May. "And what if what we find is something you can't unsee? You do know what might have happened to them, right?"

May didn't so much a flinch. "Better than whatever my nightmares invent for me."

"Damn," Olivia said. "Kid, you really-"

"Scary, worrying, need therapy, thanks, heard it before," May said flatly. "Now, are you going to help me, or am I going to test out this flying idea I just came up with?"

"Flying…" Teach put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "All right. All right, we'll do it."

Olivia glanced at her and slowly nodded.

"Fine then," May said. "Then I guess-" Then she frowned. "Wait, hold on. Wh-What did you say?"

"I said we'll help you," Teach said. She turned around, knelt down, and held out her hands behind her. "Come on. Get on."

"I…Really?" May said. "You're going to help? I'm not going to have to fight you or…or…"

Suddenly the world began rushing around her head, and everything that had seemed so far away, so unimportant, suddenly came into stark relief, from the cold to the smell to the sounds, all suddenly hitting her so strong that she was almost overwhelmed with sensation.

She tried to take a step, wobbled a bit, tried again, and slowly sank to her knees. Tears welled up as her body folded in on itself as heavy sobs wracked her body.

Stop, she told herself. Don't. Can't be weak. Not now. Have to be strong. Have to find friends. Not cry. Big girls don't cry.

Then a pair of strong arms encircled around her, squeezing her tight.

"It's okay, it's okay," Teach murmured as she rubbed May's trembling back. "Just let it out. Get it out. It's okay."

May cringed. Normally being hugged by a strong PokeGirl would be a great thing, but not now, and not for this. She forced herself up, pushing their arms away.

"No," she hissed. She wiped her eyes and sniffed. "Later. F-Friends now, cry later."

"I understand," Teach said as she stood up as well. She turned around and knelt down again, and this time May got on, her arms looped around Teach's neck.

Holding onto May's legs, Teach straightened up. She walked over to the side of the bridge.

And then she leapt.

…

When Misty came to, she was very confused. Everything was so hazy, her thoughts were so scattered, and she couldn't see anything save for a sickly green light.

What had happened? Was she broken? Were her eyes messed up?

She closed her eyes. The green glow disappeared. Confused, she kept them closed as she tried to piece together where she was and what had happened.

The last thing she remembered was the bridge, when everyone had stood up to Team Rocket. That had been cool, but then Ash had to be a dummy and bring out Tangela. That had been incredibly dumb. After that, she remembered nothing but fast movement, screaming, and the sensation of falling.

She was starting to really hate that bush.

However, she was still alive, so there was that. She still didn't know what that glow was, but seeing how dark it was aside from that, she was probably underground, which probably wasn't a good sign. The air around her was cold, and not just because it was night. It was cold and damp. A cave. She was in a cave.

Other things she took note of. For one, she was lying on something rough and hard. Stone. She was lying on raw stone. However, there were an arm hugging her waist, drawn tight around the bare skin of her midriff. Ash. Okay, Ash was holding onto her. But why?

Well, it might have something to do with one particular sensation, one that flared up almost as soon as she regained consciousness and was now threatening to overwhelm all others.

And that was the intense throbbing pain in her head, just over her left eye. Something had hit her and hit her hard. No wonder she had blacked out.

But as much as she wanted to clutch at that spot and start groaning, she didn't, because she could hear voices, one human, the other not, having a very agitated conversation.

"But it wasn't our fault! We fell in here by accident!"

"Nido-Ni!"

Okay, that was obviously Ash, and he was talking to Nidoran. But about what, though?

"Well, could you tell them that we're very sorry, and we promise to never come back?"

"Ni! Nididididi-"

"Whoa, hey, slow down! It's hard for me to put what you're saying together when you're going that fast."

"Grrr. Ni! Nidi. Nidi. Nidi. Ni!"

Misty's brow creased. Apparently they had offended someone. But who? And why was Ash relying on Nidoran to communicate with them?

Also, what was that noise? It sounded like…chittering.

"Wait, they want to eat us?"

"Nidoran!"

Misty tensed up. Eat them? What?

Though the pain made opening her eyes a very unpleasant matter, she cracked them open and turned her head.

From the look of things, the glow was right behind her. She blinked several times, trying to make some sense of what she was seeing. There was a little moving blob, one with spines and-

Oh. Okay, that was Nidoran. The little poisonous creature was standing up on his hind legs as he anxiously nodded.

Okay, so the green wasn't just her eyes. But what was it?

She carefully turned her head farther to see an arm, one covered with a jacket sleeve, the hand wearing a fingerless glove. Ash's hand. And in it was…a stick? A glowing stick? What?

Oh! He was holding a chemical light stick! Well, that made sense, but why wasn't he using his flashlight?

"W-Well, that's just insane! You don't eat someone because of an accident!"

Nidoran anxiously hopped up and down. "Dori-doran!" he insisted.

Ash gulped noisily. "Nidoran. Tell them that our friend is a fire-typed PokeGirl, that she's going to be looking for us very soon, that she's kind of violent and unstable, and if she finds our bones here, she's going to be very unhappy!"

Nidoran sighed. And then it turned and began to speak to someone, or something else, and at a very high speed.

Suddenly the chittering grew louder and more agitated. Misty winced as the sound made the bump on her head throb harder, forcing her to close her eyes.

However, she did start to discern specific syllables. It sounded like, "Paraparaparapara."

"Nido!" Nidoran snapped. "Nido-Ni!"

Then there was a pause as their captors digested whatever Nidoran had just told them.

Misty took that opportunity to try to figure out what was going on. "Ash?" she whispered.

"Shhh," Ash whispered. "Don't…move."

It was Ash. Misty obeyed, forcing herself to relax back into his arm. "What's going on?" she whispered. "Where are we?"

"Underground, I think," he whispered back.

Misty nodded. Yeah, that checked out. "Okay. Why?"

There came the sound of a nervous gulp. "Um, remember when I was a dummy and sent out Tangela to fight Team Rocket?"

Misty sighed. "Vividly."

"Remember how she ran into both of us and knocked us over the edge?"

"Yes…"

"Well, from what I've got, she came to her senses before we hit the ground and used her vines to cushion us, or something like that. Unfortunately, we went through one of those old mining tunnels, or the ground collapsed beneath us, and we ended up…here."

Misty's fingers clenched. "Where is 'here'? What's that noise?"

"I'm pretty sure we landed in a Pokemon nest."

The inside of Misty's mouth went dry. "What?"

"But we're not in it right now!" Ash was quick to say. "We're on like this shelf of rock that's sticking out of the wall. I think it's pretty high up."

That…was less than comforting. "What kind of Pokemon?" she said as she felt around for the edge of the shelf. Finding it, she inched her body toward it and cracked her eyes open to peer over.

"Misty, wait," Ash said. "Don't look-"

Too late.

The chemical glow didn't reach far, so Misty of course couldn't really see the Pokemon whose home they had disturbed. But what she could see several pairs of faintly glowing eyes, all of them milky white, shuffling around beneath them.

Misty jerked back from the edge. "What are those?!" she hissed.

"Um…" Ash winced. "I'm pretty sure that's a colony of Paras and Parasect."

Misty swallowed. "Bugs. A whole colony of bugs."

"Yeah."

Misty's eyes slowly closed. She curled up into a tight ball, limbs hugged close to her body, and began trembling.

"I don't like bugs," she whimpered. "I don't. I don't."

Ash coughed awkwardly. "Yeah. Um, sorry."

Misty whimpered.

Then she heard a subdued-sounding, "Paras-Parasect."

Nidoran breathed out a squeak of relief. Then he turned to Ash, motioned his head away from the shelf, and said, "Dori-Nido-Ni."

"Okay, so…we're good? We just have to leave?"

"Ni!"

Ash sighed. "Thanks. Wow, thanks." This was followed by the telltale sound of a Pokemon being recalled into its pokeball.

Then he spoke to Misty. "Well, the good news is that they're going to let us go!" he said, a lot of forced cheer in his voice. "They're kind of upset that we caved in their ceiling, but they said that they won't eat us if we just leave. I think."

"What?"

"Okay, just…hold on. I've got you." Ash's arms slipped down beneath her knees and shoulders, holding her in a bridal carry. "Grab my neck, okay? And hold on." Bewildered, Misty obeyed, looping her arms around his collar.

"Okay, bring us down!" Ash called.

Then Misty heard the sound of shuffling, and the two of them started to move.

For a long moment Misty was extremely confused. It didn't feel like Ash was walking or even using his legs. Rather, though she still couldn't see anything, it was like he was floating through the air.

"Ash?" she whispered. "How…?"

"Shhh!"

Misty glanced down, but as soon as she saw the sea of glowing insect eyes below her she squeaked, squeezed her eyes shut, and leaned in closer to Ash, praying that they would be out soon.

Then there was a soft jolt as Ash's feet hit ground again, and Ash lowered Misty to the floor. But instead of releasing her hold, she held on tighter, refusing to let him go.

"Um, Misty?" he said at last. "I'm gonna need you to let my neck go."

She gritted her teeth but managed to get herself to acquiesce. She didn't want to, though. She only wanted to keep holding onto him, even if their current plight was kind of his fault. Her arms loosened, and Ash stepped away.

Misty curled up into a ball with her eyes still shut, hoping that the bugs didn't come near her. A moment later she heard Ash say, "Thanks, buddy. And sorry about the bridge. It's not your fault." This was again followed by the sound of a Pokemon being recalled into its pokeball.

What?

"Okay," Ash said. "We're out of their nest, so we should be…good."

Misty couldn't stop shivering. "Did you actually talk to them?"

"Er, no. But fortunately Nidoran got knocked down here too, and I was able to use him as a go-between." There was a pause, and then Ash's voice admitted, "It was kind of hard, though. Turns out that Parasect colonies all share a single mind that doesn't think the same way most Pokemon do, so we really had to work to get our point across."

Even though Misty couldn't actually see Ash, she still made a point to stare gobsmacked in the direction of his voice. "Ash. Tell me seriously. Can you talk to your Pokemon?"

Ash sighed. "It's not really talking, it's just…reading their tone, their expression, that sort of thing. Besides, Nidoran's really sharp, and knows how to get his point across."

That much was true. Misty usually had no trouble understanding whatever her Pokemon were trying to convey, even the ones that didn't have faces like Staryu and Starmie. Still, using one Pokemon to communicate with what amounted to a subterranean fungal hivemind was both very impressive and kind of freaky.

She tried to sit up. "And what…"

The sudden movement made the pounding lump on her head throb harder. "Ow!" She hastily laid back.

Ash was at her side in less than a second. "What's wrong?"

"My…head," she hissed. "I think something hit me."

"Oh, that," Ash said sheepishly. "Yeah, you banged your head on a rock on the way down. Er, hang on, I'll fix you up."

She heard the sound of him unzipping something, and in her slightly addled state she found herself very confused. Was he going to rub his penis on her? Well, it's not like she'd mind, but she didn't see how that would help in their current situation. Wait, he wasn't going to pee on her, was she? That only worked with certain Pokemon stings, not with-

Then she felt something cool and soothing spray onto the lump. Wait, he was peeing on her! What in the-

Oh. Oh, wait. No, that was a potion. Of course it was a potion. Feeling very relieved and more than a little silly, Misty forced herself to relax and let him work.

Bless potions. The throbbing pain began to subside almost immediately, and she could feel the swollen flesh heal. Soon her head had cleared up entirely.

However, that didn't end her confusion, or her irritation.

She opened her eyes once the spray had stopped. Ash was still holding onto the light stick, making him look sickly and pale.

"And how did we get off that shelf?" she said demanded. "It felt like we were floating!"

Ash didn't respond.

"Ash?" Misty said, sitting up. "Please tell me you're still there."

"I am," Ash said, his voice bashful. "Um, th-that was Tangela."

A pause.

A beat.

And then Misty in a flat tone, "Tangela."

"Yeah," Ash said. "She was standing at the exit and lifted us down."

"Tangela," Misty repeated. "You had Tangela carry us down."

Ash groaned. "Look, I know what you're thinking, but Tangela saved our lives! She snapped back to its senses before we hit the bottom and cushioned our fall! And when we landed in the nest, she was the one holding off all the Paras and Parasect until I thought to use Nidoran to negotiate with them!"

"'Saved our lives'?" Misty repeated in disbelief. "Ash, she's the reason that we almost died in the first place!"

"Well, if you need to blame something, then blame me! I'm the one that brought her out in the first place!"

Now Misty was on her feet, and if she could see Ash, she would be shoving her face into his. "Oh, I intend to! What were you thinking, you hotheaded nincompoop? We had plenty of help; we didn't need any more! But no, you had to play the hero and send out that lunatic bush of yours that we didn't need, and now we're stuck here at the bottom of the-"

"Paras!"

Misty froze in terror. There, not twenty feet away, were several pairs of the pale, dead eyes, glowing eerily in the dark. Were they going to attack? Were they going to make good on their threat of eating her and Ash?

But instead, the mushroom-infected bugs swarmed over what looked to be the entrance to the tunnel Misty and Ash were standing in, clinging to the walls and ceiling with their sticky feet. Misty heard the sound of chewing and crunching, following by the grinding of stones being pushed over the cave floor.

There was one final thud, and the eyes disappeared entirely, the tunnel entrance completely sealed up.

"Oh," Ash said. "I guess we annoyed them."

Misty sighed. So long as they couldn't get to her she was fine with that. "Seriously, Ash. What were you thinking?"

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Ash said. "I'm not used to having strangers just help me like that. I got excited and forgot!"

Misty buried her face in her hands. "You forgot," she repeated. "You forgot that you insisted on keeping an insane Pokemon that berserks at the mere sight of PokeGirls, and you sent her out into battle with a bunch of PokeGirls standing around!"

"I know it was stupid! But-"

"Just like you apparently forgot to mention that you've been walking around with a member of Team Rocket tucked away inside a human ball!" Misty continued, her voice rising. "Ash, come on!"

"Okay, that was also really stupid of me too! But look at everything that happened right after all that! Meeting you two, running into Yellow, almost-" Ash's voice faltered, and then he said, "Well, Tangela, Viridian Forest, everything in Pewter City!"

Despite the fear and anger she was feeling, Misty still had to wince at the part Ash had skipped over. Because it was true that she had nearly killed him, and he was still dealing with the aftereffects.

She slowly breathed out through her nose and sat back down, arms hugging her knees. "How'd you even end up with her?" she said at last.

"Huh? Oh, uh, she jumped me and Nurse Joy right when we got out of the PokeCenter. I grabbed the first capture ball I could grab and threw it. I was kind of hoping that it was one of your Pokemon and I could use it to defend us." He sighed. "But it turned out to be one of those stupid human balls."

"And you caught her," Misty said. "By accident."

"Yeah."

So all this time, Ash had just been walking around with a Team Rocket PokeGirl in his pocket.

"Ash, that's insane."

"I know that! And believe me, I want to get rid of her as soon as possible!"

"Then find a hole and drop her down it!"

Ash choked. "Seriously?"

"She tried to kill you, Ash! Do I have to remind you what these people do? What they've been trying to do me? They're bad people!"

"They're still people! I can't just kill her!"

"Ash," Misty seethed through clenched teeth. "This is not the time for your stupid hero complex-"

"Hey, I'm doing the best I can here, okay? I didn't ask for any of this! I didn't ask to get attacked by criminals, I didn't ask for us to be assaulted by Tangela, I didn't ask for those Spearows to go after us, I didn't ask to have my whole Pokemon journey hijacked because of-"

Ash stopped talking.

"You didn't have to come," Misty said after a long silence.

"Of course I did! You think I'm just going to let you and May go off by yourself?"

"What, you think I can't handle myself?"

"That's not what I said! But I don't abandon my friends when they need help!"

"Well, that's still your choice! And I didn't ask for any of this either! I didn't ask to get hit by lightning, or waylaid by Gary, or turned into a PokeGirl, or to get kidnapped by Tangela, or to hurt you that one time, or to have such rotten sisters! I'm doing the best I can too!"

"Good! So we both are!"

Misty dug her fingers into her temples in frustration. "Those aren't the same things, you twit! Don't you get-"

"Misty," Ash said tersely. "That's enough, okay? Leave it."

Misty wanted to yell at him, to point out how utterly stupid it was to just walk around with that criminal on his person, how he should have told her about the Grunt, about a hundred different things that she was angry with him about.

She didn't, though. Not because she didn't want to, but because her trainer had given her a command. It was like her jaw had seized up, or her throat had swollen, refusing to let the words out. And he probably didn't even know what he had just done!

Oh yeah, when this wore off, she was so going to get some things clear with him.

She breathed out a long, frustrated sigh. "Let's just get out of here," she muttered. At least she could say that much. "May must be going nuts with worry."

"Agreed," Ash said. "Er, do you have your stuff?"

Misty shook her head. "I took my backpack off. It's probably still by the bus. You?"

"Yeah, I got mine. But the flashlight broke." He held up the chemical light. "That's why I was using this. It's kind of hard to understand a Pokemon if you can't see its face."

Of course. Of course their only flashlight had broken. "And how many of those do you have?"

"Four, counting this one."

Misty sighed. "No way is that going to last us the rest of the way out. What do we do when the last one dies?"

"I don't know. Do you know flash?"

A pause. And then Misty said, "What good will me flashing you do? You wouldn't even be able to see it, and-"

Oh.

"Right, forget I said anything." Misty held out her hand. She had never actually tried this move before. Come to think of it, she hadn't really tried many specific electric-type moves, but it had to be simple, right?

Thus far, all Misty had really done with her electric powers was shoot a limb off of a tree, launch a thunderstorm of rage into the air, accidentally fry Ash, and keep herself warm at night. But if she could easily manage that static field, then this ought to be a sinch, right?

She held out a hand and concentrated on her palm. Immediately her skin started to tingle, and sparks arched from her fingers, zapping at a spot directly over her hand and collecting into a crackling sphere of lightning.

The sphere grew to the size of an apple, and from there it remained hovering, the light filling the stone tunnel around them, illuminating everything.

"Wow," Ash said as she looked around. "That is so cool!" He glanced over to Misty. "Oh, come on! You have to admit that this is cool!"

Misty breathed out. "Yeah," she said at last. Being a PokeGirl had numerous drawbacks, and she would be salty about the electric-typing thing probably forever, but parts of it were neat. "It is."

The tunnel kept going, thankfully curving upward, the way behind them recently closed off by the irritated Paras. "Come on," Misty said, taking the lead. "Oh, and don't touch me for a while, okay?"

"Uh, sure?" Ash said. "I wasn't planning on it, but why?"

"Because I'm covering my skin with a field of static electricity to keep warm, and if you touch it your heart will probably stop."

Ash winced at the still-fresh memory of being electrocuted. "Got it." Carefully keeping a healthy distance between them, Ash moved to follow.

They headed forward, Misty praying that there was a way out. May was still out there somewhere, and was probably losing her mind with worry.

Misty just hoped that she didn't go looking for them. Given how twisted the tunnels supposedly were down here, May would only get herself lost, making the situation worse.

That made her wince. Oh, she wished that she hadn't thought of that, because May was totally going to go looking for them.

…

At the absolute bottom of the ravine, the ground was coarse and loose, slanting inward toward the middle. Apparently it was all debris from the original mining installation, now long abandoned. The top layer had hardened into a crust that crunched underfoot, making walking a precarious endeavor. As soon as the two PokeGirls had leapt off the ravine wall onto the ground, they ended up breaking right through and sinking in halfway up their shins.

Fortunately, May was light enough to be able to walk on the top, so long as she was careful and took her time. Moving gingerly, she scooted down on her feet and palms, searching for any signs of life.

"Misty?" she called. "Hey, Misty? Can you hear me? Ash? Come on, champ! Give me a holler or something!"

There was no response.

May's heart was already beating fast, but now it was banging away like a snare drum in a marching band. They had to be around here somewhere. They had to be okay.

She tried something else. "Tangela? Hey, Tangy-girl! Come on, I know you at least couldn't have been hurt! You, uh, wanna make some noise? Give me a scream? Look, there's two other PokeGirls down here with me! That always makes you freak out, right?"

"Could you please not bring us into this?" Teach said as she gingerly made her way downward. She was having trouble finding stable footing, and more than once the soles of her feet cracked through. "I really rather not deal with that thing."

"Though you have got to admit, that thing packs a punch," remarked Olivia. "I've fought Tangelas before, and sure, they're tough, but that guy is just on a whole other level!" Unlike Teach, she wasn't even bothering keeping her legs from plunging through the crust, and was instead stomping down through the debris like it was snow.

May ignored them. She peered upward at the lights that lined the highway, checking to see where the bent guardrail was. Finding it, she looked down at the bottom of the ravine, trying to calculate where they most likely had landed.

She found no bodies, but she did find something else.

There was an indention in the surface of the debris, almost like a crater, where something had broken the crust and kept going. May hurried over and peered in.

It was more than an indentation, it was an entire hole, one that led down into a yawning throat of stone.

May's stomach clenched up. That had to be where they had gone.

"Hello?" she called down the hole. "Misty! Ash? Can you guys hear me?"

Again there was no answer. May held up a hand, and a ball of flame ignited. She titled her palm, letting the fireball fall.

The small flame fell and fell, lighting up the walls of the hole as it went. However, it only went down a few feet before curving out of sight. The fireball hit the stone and scattered into embers that went skipping before snuffing out.

May's already tense gut squeezed even tighter. It was clear that this was where Misty and Ash had landed and fallen through. On the one hand, maybe it was better that it hadn't been a straight fall, but it also meant that she actually had to go down herself in order to see what had happened to them.

Who are you kidding? What does it matter that the tunnel is curved? They wouldn't have survived from that height anyway.

However, before she could leap, a strong hand seized her by the bicep.

"Okay, hold on!" Olivia said. "Are you crazy? You don't know what's down there!"

"Yes, I do," May said, her voice conveying a calmness that she did not feel. "My friends."

"And who knows what else? Mt. Moon is full of wild Pokemon, some of them very dangerous! To say nothing of those Team Rocket morons still being out there!"

May tilted her head. "So you're saying is that if my friends are still-" Her voice caught. She swallowed. "-are still alive, they've got both wild Pokemon and Team Rocket to deal with? And if any find them before we do, then two kids will either get eaten or kidnapped?"

"Uh…"

"Then I guess you'll have to come with me." May said. "I mean, unless you want to go back to Brock and tell Mr. Family Man that you lost his ten-year-old colleague that he just feels terrible about not doing more to protect."

Teach glowered. "That isn't fair at all."

"Hey, I'm just trying to find my friends," May said with a shrug. "Not my fault your owner put you in this position. Sorry, Teach."

"This is just the worse," Teach muttered. Then she glared. "Oh, and don't call me Teach." She stuck her thumb over her shoulder at Olivia. "She barely can call me Teach. Under objection. You don't have those privileges yet."

That actually took May by surprise. "Huh? I thought it was your name!"

"It's a nickname! Because I'm literally a schoolteacher when I'm not helping Brock! But my name is Roxanne. You can call me that."

"Oh," May said. Well, that made sense. She called Misty "Red" after all. Though considering that Ash had a friend by that name, it was probably confusing for him. "Okay. Roxanne it is."

Olivia joined them at the hole. "We're really going down there?" she said, peering into the stone throat.

In answer, May leapt into the air, seized her knees like she was cannonballing into a pool, and let herself fall.

…

One of Mt. Moon's defining features was the network of tunnels and caverns that lay beneath its slopes. A fair portion of them, specifically the ones in-between the primary Pewter City and Cerulean City entrances/exits and those immediately branching from that main pathway, were fairly well-traveled and safe. Sure, wild Pokemon still roamed those paths, especially the ones looking to pick fights with humans, and there were the simple inherent dangers associated with traversing the underground, but those areas were still fairly mapped-out, and you could count on there being other trainers nearby in case something went wrong.

But the main path was only a small fraction of the gargantuan labyrinth housed within Mt. Moon. There were parts where few had tread, where only the most adventurous, the most daring, and the most foolish delved down into, and even they had a stopping point. The tunnels went deep into the mountain's foundations, full of secrets and dangers mostly untouched by human hands.

And now two very young children had fallen right into the deepest part.

They walked along, not knowing where they were going, not knowing if the path they were on even led to the way out and wasn't just taking them further and further away from safety. They only knew that they had to press on and trust to luck, which unfortunately was not something either of them had a whole lot of.

Misty was in the lead, one hand held aloft, the softly humming ball of sparking electrical energy hovering over her open palm, one bright enough to light up the tunnel around them, while Ash trudged behind, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack, eyes wide with wonder as they swept over the unspoiled stone around them. Despite the danger they were in, despite their recent argument, and despite their worry over May, he couldn't help but feel some measure of excitement. They were deep beneath Mt. Moon, just like he had wanted! And not the well-traveled parts he had been expecting to take, but the deep and dark paths abandoned by humans and retaken by wild Pokemon. His eyes darted to and fro, taking in every bit of the tunnel, studying the stones and the ground for anything of interest.

And trotting along at his side was Nidoran. While he probably couldn't stand up to the older, more wild Pokemon that dwelled this far down, he was still a burrower by nature, and his sharp nose would sniff out danger before either of the children would even notice.

As they hiked along, Ash took note of a discoloration in the brown wall, a streak of greyish black. He also noticed several deep gouges into the discoloration, ones that didn't seem to have been made by Pokemon. Maybe the stone wasn't so unspoiled after all.

Frowning, he paused for a bit, running the tips of his fingers over the gouges and rubbed the crud between his thumb and forefinger. The cuts were old, so it wasn't like there was someone walking around, hacking away chips off the wall. However, they were definitely manmade.

"Huh," he said.

Misty paused, and looked over her shoulder. "What?"

"These cuts. I think we're in the old mining shaft. You know, the ones that the League closed down all those years ago?"

"Makes sense," Misty said with a shrug. "I mean, the canyon was dug out by them. Most of the tunnels around here probably were dug out by the miners."

"Huh." Ash's brow rose. "So, that means they probably connect to the main tunnel!"

"Or," Misty said icily, "they go nowhere because they got shut down and abandoned before they were finished!"

"Oh. Uh, that's a good point."

Sighing, Misty turned around and continued on.

A few steps later she stopped again, sighed again, and turned back to Ash.

"What are you doing?"

Ash was still pausing every few feet, inspecting old pickaxe marks or kneeling down to run his finger over the ground. "Looking for moonstones."

"Huh?"

"That's what they were mining, right? So if we're going through those old mines, there's probably raw moonstone veins around here! And I still need one to get Nidoran to evolve into Nidoking."

At that, Nidoran hopped in excitement and ran around in a circle. "Ni! Nidoran!"

"So, er, I know you're still kind of mad at me, but could you let me know if you see any shiny white rocks?"

"I…" Misty looked like she was about to argue, but then all the fight just seemed to go out of her, and her shoulders slumped. "Yeah, sure. Okay."

The two continued on in silence, Misty staring straight ahead, while Ash alternated between letting his eyes rove over the walls and floor of the tunnel before they darted back to Misty.

She was clearly holding on by a thread. Every muscle was tense, every breath heavy and shaking. And why wouldn't she be? She was stuck in a hole in the ground, with no sure way out, kept away from the gym that she was desperate to regain, and with her best friend kept far away from them. And that wasn't even getting to the criminals presumably still hunting for them. Or the one still secreted in his pocket.

Nice going, idiot, Ash bitterly chastise himself.

He bit his lower lip in discomfort and glanced down at Nidoran. Catching the look, Nidoran tilted his head to look back up at him and shrugged his small shoulders.

Darn it.

"Hey, Misty?" Ash said. "Look, I'm sorry about the bridge. That was dumb of me, I get that."

Misty slowly exhaled. "Okay. Thanks, I guess." A pause. "Sorry about hijacking your…thing."

That took Ash by surprise. He hadn't expected to be apologized to in turn. "It's fine," he said after a pause of his own. "Don't worry about it. Neither of us asked for this."

"Right. Okay. Let's just focus on getting out of here and finding May. Then we can get over to Cerulean City, you can finally drop that Rocket Grunt off with the police, and I'll take my stinking gym back, and we'll be square."

"Right!" Ash nodded. "Okay, sounds like a plan." Then his nose scrunched in discomfort. "Though, hey. Are you sure we can trust the police in Cerulean City?"

Misty stopped in mid-step. She slowly placed her foot down, inhaled sharply through her nose, and turned to face Ash. "Excuse me? Are you saying the police in my town are crooked?"

"Well, I mean, between Viridian City and that Team Rocket gang disguising themselves as Pewter City officers, that's kinda two for two."

"Okay, look: my city is nothing like Viridian City," Misty snapped. She jabbed a finger into Ash's breastbone. "Because unlike them, Cerulean City's Gym Leader isn't a coward that spends most of her time away from town just to avoid the big scary criminals!"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Ash took a step back, hands raised with his palms outward. "Your city's fantastic, and you're doing a great job protecting it!"

"Right!" Misty spun on her heel and continued her forward march. "And don't you forget it, Buster!"

Ash glanced down at Nidoran and they both rolled their eyes. "Fair enough," he said, moving to follow. Then a very troubling thought occurred to him. "Though, is it okay if I ask a question?"

Misty groaned, but then indicated for him to continue.

"How did they take your gym away? I mean, you own it, don't you?"

"Well, sort of," Misty said. "I own sixty percent of the building itself, while my sisters split the other forty percent. It's mainly for Pokemon battles, but they use the pool for their swimming routines on my days off and after the gym closes for the night."

"Their…what?"

Misty sighed. "They've got this swimming routine show. They do diving tricks and synchronized swimming to music and stuff like that. It's…" She winced. "Okay, it's really popular. So they have their shows at the gym."

"Oh." Ash mused on that. "And…it's so popular, why?"

"Because…" Misty exhaled loudly through her nose. "Okay, it's hard to explain, but they may be a bunch of stuck-up, inconsiderate, whiny, pretentious, and just completely aggravating fluff-brains, but their show is, and I hate to admit it, pretty cool. We have the pool rigged with a whole bunch of special effects like floating water bubbles and artificial water spouts, and they're really, really good at the synchronized swimming thing. Plus, you know, pretty girls in swimsuits."

Ash's nose wrinkled. "What, haven't people ever seen a PokeGirl before? Pretty girls in swimsuits are everywhere!"

"Hey, I never said it made total sense." Misty stopped walking for a bit and stared up at the ceiling. "I don't know what I'm going to do with them after, though. They crossed the biggest of all lines. Like, how can we just go back to the way things were? It's not like that was even great to begin with."

Ash didn't respond. The thought of being so mistreated by one's family was just utterly alien to him. Family was supposed to support and love each other, not tear one another down and stab each other in the back! If Ash had a little sister who was a Gym Leader, he would be doing anything he could to stick up for her. And that wasn't even getting to the hot mess that was May's family!

Then again, he and Gary had been like brothers at one point, and look how that ended up. Yellow had practically been his little sister, and though they had made up, that incident at camp had still happened. Maybe people were just inherently selfish and petty.

Ash looked down at Nidoran, still trotting along at his side. At least Pokemon understood loyalty. Sure, they might get cranky or have an attitude sometimes, but they still stuck with you. Pokemon didn't pretend to be your friend only to use everything you had opened up to them about as a weapon against you. Pokemon didn't pull the rug out from under you just to impress someone they liked. Pokemon didn't sell you out to-

Wait.

Uh-oh. Oh no. Oh crap.

"Hey, Misty?" Ash ventured, his voice wavering a little.

"What?"

"You said that Team Rocket's been pushing you to sell your gym to them for a while now, right?"

"What about it?"

"And now your sisters, who are pretty mean to you, just kind of stole it from you."

Misty stopped dead in her tracks.

"Could those two things be, you know, related?"

Misty tried to say something in response, but her breath caught. She swallowed, tried again, only to again not make it past the first sound.

Wincing, she turned around to face Ash, took several slow, deep breaths, and finally got her response out.

"Don't even say that," Misty rasped. "Don't you dare even suggest that."

Oh wow, a nerve had been touched. "Misty…"

"My sisters might be the absolute worst, but they're still my sisters! They would never do something like that!"

"Okay."

"Because we're family, and even families that suck don't sell each other out like that! Sure, maybe they'll, you know, whine about everything, insult me, take my things, make fun of the stuff I like, have sex in my office just to tick me off, say that I'm a bad trainer, say that I don't deserve to be Gym Leader…" Misty's freckled face started to go very pale, and she looked like she was going to be sick. "…steal my gym, tell me that it's my fault Mom and Dad left, tell me…"

Then she choked. "Oh my God. Oh my God. They did it. That's how they pulled it off. That's how they got my gym. They made a deal with Team Rocket. They sold me out. They actually sold me out."

Ash had no idea what to say.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Misty slowly sank down to her knees. Her hand closed, banishing the electric ball of light, dousing them both in darkness.

"Ash?" she said after a long and heavy silence. "I don't think I can get my gym back."

"I'm sorry," was all Ash could think of to say.

Whimpering sobs came out of the dark.

Ash carefully felt his way around until he reached her and sat down at her side. "Um, do you still have that static-thingy up?" he said.

There was a pause, and then Misty sniffed and said, "No."

He hugged her. This time, Misty didn't pull back or flinch away. Instead, she put her own arms around him and desperately squeezed as she pressed her face into his chest and cried.

It's hard to tell how long they held each other in the dark. Ash didn't say anything, didn't try to reassure her or anything of the sort. He just kept his arms around her, letting her release years of frustration, pain, and loneliness.

In time she started to calm down, the sobs dying into ragged, yet steady breathing. The trembling finally eased into a gentle shiver, and Misty slowly drew back. "All right," she murmured. "I'm…better now. Thanks."

Ash nodded. Then, realizing that she couldn't see him, he said, "Okay."

Then there was a hum, followed by a snap, and then the light reappeared, Misty's electric orb returning to life, illuminating her tear-streaked, distraught face. Ash winced and drew back, instinctively covering his face with one hand.

He blinked a few times until his eyes readjusted. Then he let his hand drop.

"Um, Ash?" Misty said. "Were you…crying too?"

Ash sighed and wiped his own wet eyes. "It's been a really long week," he said flatly.

"You got that right," Misty said with a bitter chuckle. Then she hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ash, I don't know what to do now."

He reached over and squeezed her free hand. "Tell you what: let's get out of here and find May, then we'll figure it out together."

"Right. Okay." She started to rise, but then looked down with a frown.

Nidoran was there, leaning his body up against her leg. He looked up at her and chittered mournfully. "Nido-Ni…"

Misty had to laugh. "Um, thanks, little guy," she said, reaching down to give him a scratch behind the ears.

They all got up. "Okay, static field going back on, because it's still very cold," Misty said. Ash heard a low crackle, and then the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He hastily backed away.

The three continued on, silently traversing the tunnel. Then the tunnel opened up, and they stopped.

They had come into a large cavern, one whose walls stretched outside the reach of Misty's light. It seemed to just stretch on and on, broken up only by the massive boulders and jutting stalagmites and stalactites rising up and hanging down like jagged teeth.

"Ash?" Misty said, inching back. "You're the cave guy. Is a big underground cave a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Uh, that…depends."

"On what?"

"On whether or not something decided to live here." Ash knelt down to examine the ground. "Hey, bring that light down here, okay?"

She did. The ground looked…weird. Crusty whitish-grey instead of the dull brown stone they had been trekking through. Swallowing back his nervousness, Ash reached down to prod the ground with one finger.

It cracked. And then it squished.

"Oh, no," Ash whispered. He slowly rose to his feet and looked up. Misty did as well, holding the light up to illuminate the ceiling of the cave.

The ceiling was moving. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of small, twitchy dark blue bodies were swarming directly above them, crawling over the stalactites and even each other, growling and hissing in irritation once the light hit them. Though it was hard to make out any identifying features, Ash could see the silhouettes of what looked like jagged wings and large ears, as well as flashes of sharp teeth. What he didn't see were eyes.

That could only mean one thing.

One of the dark creatures crawled its way down the length of a stalactite. Seeing onto its tip with claws so tiny that they couldn't be seen, it hung upside-down, its fleshy wings stretched out to either side as it turned its sightless face toward the two frozen children and their small, four-legged companion, its ears turned directly at them. Its fanged mouth opened wide and it let out a shrill, ear-piercing screech.

"Zubats!" Ash cried as he swiftly recalled Nidoran. "Run!"

The two turned back toward the tunnel they had just exited, but it was too late. From within they could hear the sounds of shrieking mixed with the flapping of poisonous wings.

"What, they were following us?" Misty said. "How long were they following us?"

"Run now, work that out later!"

With the path behind them now denied to them, they took the only way they could and ran into the cave. Overhead, the Zubat colony screeched in anger at the intrusion and dropped down, spreading their wings to join the other Zubats now pouring out of the tunnel.

"We are so screwed," Ash gasped as he and Misty ran for their lives, the soles of their shoes squishing the dried guano that covered the cave floor.

Misty agreed. "This is the Spearows all over again!"

"This is worse than the Spearows! At least then we had more cover and could run anywhere! And Spearows aren't poison!" He swallowed hard. "Misty, I'm going to have to use Tangela."

"What? No, you idiot! Don't!"

The first of the Zubats reached them. It swooped down at Ash's head, flapping around him while trying to sink its fangs into his cap. He swatted it away. "I have to! We don't have anything else!"

Two Zubats caught up to Misty. Covering her head with her hands, she tried to duck beneath their attempts to bite her. "She's a grass-type! They're poison and flying! It doesn't matter how strong she is, they'll tear her to shreds!"

Ash gulped. Misty was right. Tangela might be an unstoppable powerhouse when provoked, but this was an enemy that it had no chance against. And unlike that Spearow attack, they couldn't count on an errant lightning bolt to-

Wait.

"Misty!" he cried as he took his hat off and waved it around, trying to ward off the screeching attackers swarming around his head. "You're an electric-type!"

Misty choked in realization. "Oh, my God," she whispered.

Then she spun around on her heels and thrust her arms into the air. Crackling electricity swept up her arms to arc out of her fingers, striking at all the Zubats attacking her. A moment later more electricity shot out, hitting those who had reached Ash.

All of the Zubats dropped unconscious to the floor, their fur smoking.

"Get down!" Misty ordered. Ash nodded and quickly ducked behind a stalagmite streaked with Zubat dung.

Misty lit up like sun, her power lighting up the whole of the cave. She turned into a shining yellow silhouette of a girl, with only her bright green eyes distinguishable from the raw power coursing out of her.

And then she began to attack.

BOOM! Two Zubats fell to the ground.

CRACK! Three more were struck out of the sky.

Lightning bolt after lightning bolt shot out, striking Zubats out of the air, arcing to the next and striking them down too. Hissing sparks rained down in a torrent alongside the Zubats' smoking bodies. The shrieks of the swarm were drowned out as thunder echoed so loudly that Ash pulled his hat down low and clamped his hands over his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut but could still see the brilliant yellow light through his eyelids.

But then he heard more screams that didn't sound like they came from Zubats.

Ash opened his eyes. Misty was getting swarmed. She was ducking low, arms covering her head and screaming as several Zubats flew around her, darting in to snap at whatever bare skin they could with their fangs.

Ash's heart just about stopped. No. No, not this. Don't let it end like this, don't let it-

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Misty screamed. She threw her fists into the air and filled it with lightning. More Zubats fell to the ground while the others hastily retreated.

Ash rushed to her side. "What happened?" he cried.

"I can't take aim!" Misty panted. "The screeching is just so loud it throws everything off, and I can't even see through my own lightning bolts! Everything's just a blur!"

That was bad. The Zubats' constant screeching was likely intentional, a weapon to throw their prey off. And if she couldn't even see what she was shooting at, sooner or later she was going to be overwhelmed.

And then Ash got an idea.

"Hang on a second!"

He dove into his pack, frantically pawing through all the supplies until he found what he was looking for.

"Here!" he said, pulling what looked like a pair of heavy earphones out of their package. "Put these on!"

Misty did, though she was clearly bewildered. "Ash, what…?"

Ash pulled on the other set. "I got these when I was out shopping with Yellow. Trainers use these when they need to communicate in noisy environments. And since Zubats are so common in Mt. Moon, they're kind of standard equipment for passing through here." He tapped the mounted microphone. "They'll block out the Zubats' screeches, but you'll still be able to hear me! So let me be your eyes. Just shoot where I tell you."

Misty still looked dubious. "Won't I end up shorting them out?"

"They're insulated! Electric-types are used so often against Zubats that they are made special." Then the screeching began again, followed by the flutter of dozens of wings. It wasn't over. "Okay, here they come. Throw up that electric ball so I can see and then face them. Remember, straight ahead of you is twelve o' clock. Just shoot where I tell you."

Biting her lip, Misty glanced at the swarm but nodded. She hurled the sphere of light into the air and let it hover. Then she stood up and planted her face, facing the onslaught.

Ash took cover behind the stalagmite, this time keeping watch. He turned the earphones on. "Misty, can you hear me?"

"Yes," came the terse response.

"Then get ready! Here they come. Twelve o' clock!"

Electricity sizzled down Misty's arms and shot out.

"More on your right! Three o' clock!"

More thunder. More downed Zubats.

"Watch your flank! Eight o' clock! And four o' clock! Overhead, overhead, they're dive-bombing you!"

Ash continued to shout orders, and Misty kept firing at where he indicated. This time, the Zubats didn't even get close. Each lightning bolt hit its mark and all those next to it, and Zubats continued to fall from the sky. And though the light from the sphere lit up the area around Misty, her lightning illuminated the cave even further, every flash revealing more Zubats to shoot down.

There was no way of telling how many Zubats Misty had to shoot down before the rest of the swarm got the message that they were outmatched and turned wing to flee away, yiping in terror, but it had to be a lot. The earphones blocked out the worst of the thunder and screeches, but even so his ears were ringing once the cave had quieted, and even though he had been careful not to look directly at the flashes, the brilliance had still made things hazy.

Ash shook his and blinked several times to clear the spots. "Misty?" he croaked.

"H-Here," she said from somewhere nearby. She was panting hard, but sounded like she was all right. "I think I got them!"

She had indeed. Ash could smell the singed fur mixed in with the pungent stench of their leavings. It was not a pleasant scent. He blinked again and squinted.

Fainted Zubats lay everywhere, some of them still moving, others not. They still seemed to be breathing though.

"Wow," he whispered in awe. "Wow!" He turned to Misty. "That was amazing! You totally…"

The words died in his throat.

Misty was standing hunched over, hands on her knees as she panted from the exertion. She had a few bright red cuts and bite marks, a couple of them starting to turn purple, meaning they probably should inject an antidote into her as soon as possible. Her earphones were still in place, having survived as designed.

But what Ash really noticed was that some of those wounds were on her shoulders, sides, and back, which he could only see because her shirt was now gone.

As were her shorts.

And panties.

And socks.

Her shoes were now smoking stripes of fabric and melted rubber.

Other than her earphones, Misty was now quite naked.

"Whew," she said as she slowly straightened up, pulling the earphones off. "Hey, it worked! That was-"

Then she blinked, followed by a frown.

And then she looked down at herself.

"Oh," she said, running her hands over her bare chest and belly. Her frown deepened. "Oh, come on! Seriously?"

Ash swallowed. Normally PokeGirls wore special clothing resistant to whatever typing they happened to be. May had mentioned a few times that her clothing was fire-proof, though she had made that clear that she had only got that done out of necessity, as she would be perfectly fine with walking naked if she could get away with it. Misty, however, had never gotten the chance to insulate her own clothing against her own electrical power.

Wow.

"This is ridiculous!" Misty snapped, thrusting her fists down as she stamped her foot in frustration. "And I liked that shirt! I liked those shorts! Can I have just one thing not go horribly wrong? Can I have just one hour without some kind of terrible…something?"

Then she looked up and saw Ash staring at her with his mouth hanging open.

"Oh, put your eyes back in your skull," she said. "Seriously! Yellow was right. How are you not used to this by now? You saw me naked this morning! You groped me all over this morning!"

Had it only been that same morning? It honestly felt like months had passed. "I don't want to get used to it," was all Ash could think of it say.

Misty's freckled face was already red with indignation and embarrassment, but somehow her cheeks managed to flush just a little bit more. "I…uh…well…" she stammered. "I just…" Then she sighed. "Whatever. Let's just…go."

She turned around, and Ash finally managed to get his brain working again. "Um, are you just…"

"My clothes are in my backpack," Misty grumbled. "And my backpack is presumably still on the bridge!"

"W-Well, I have my backpack! You can borrow some of my clothes if you want!"

"Thanks, but no thanks," Misty said curtly. "We might get attacked again, then we'd just be back to square one."

Ash couldn't help but stare, for more than one reason. "But aren't you cold? And your feet! It's all solid rock and Zubat dookie."

Misty shook her head. "Electric-type. I can warm the air around me."

"Okay, but the Zubat dookie…"

"Stop arguing, Ash! I'll live! Let's just go before they come back!"

Ash stopped arguing. He moved to follow, but then an idea struck him.

He glanced over the sea of unconscious Zubats. Then he pulled out a pokeball.

"Wow, really?" Misty said when the pokeball stopped shaking.

Ash knelt down to pick it up. "We're still lost down here. What better way to find our way out than something that lives here?"

Misty sighed. "Do you always have to catch everything that tries to kill me?"

"Misty…"

"Never mind, you're right, it's a good idea," she groused. "I'm just…" She put her hands on her hips and let out a frustrated groan. "Forget it, forget it. Let's just go."

The two continued on until they found another tunnel at the other end of the cave, this one thankfully slanting upward. Hopefully it wasn't going to take them to another burrow of dangerous Pokemon or a dead end.

And he had to admit, for as bad as things were now, there was now one definite upside, and that was that he got to watch Misty's glorious ass swaying in front of him every step of the way.

…

"Okay," Cassidy gasped as she fought to catch her breath. "What the fuck was that thing?"

Team Rocket was not made up of heroes. Well, okay, that ought to be obvious. They were a criminal syndicate, one fueled by greed, so of course they weren't heroes. Being the Bad Guys was part of their job description, one that they were very honest about.

But they were also not heroes in the sense that they did not value bravery. Standing and fighting in the face of minor resistance? Well, if the mission was still achievable and you felt confident in your odds, then go for it. But when the scales tilted heavily against you and things had truly gone south, that was when it was time to cut and run.

As it so happened, if having multiple trainers send out many powerful Pokemon and PokeGirls against you didn't qualify, then the little twerp you were trying to bag unleash a creature of pure rage and destruction most certainly did. Once the smoke pellet had been dropped, the terrified trio of Grunts and their Pokemon didn't stop running until they were safely off the bridge, huddles under a copse of trees as they tried to sort out what had just happened.

"A monster!" James wailed. "A terrible monster! Why didn't you tell me he had something like that?"

"Because he didn't have it back then, you idiot! He must've found it in Viridian Forest or something."

"That little pipsqueak caught that thing?"

"Apparently!" Cassidy slapped a hand across her own face and dragged her fingers down. "We blew it. We blew it again! What is it with these stupid kids?"

"We didn't blow it," Butch said brusquely. He pointed. "Look."

Way back at the bus, they watched as the fire-typed little girl got onto one of the rock-typed PokeGirl's back. Then both her and other rock-typed PokeGirl leapt off the bridge.

They watched as the two PokeGirls sailed across to the far cliff. There, they jammed their hands and feet into the side of the stone wall and slid their way down to the bottom.

"Well den," Meowth said. "Dat's takin' dem away frum dah resta' doze people."

"We still have two very experienced PokeGirls to deal with," Cassidy observed.

"Yeah, but without all those other trainers, we have a better chance," Butch said. "And if they're heading where I think they're heading, all we have to do sneak up on 'em and hit 'em with an ambush. So many caves and tunnels down there, no one will ever find the bodies."

"Body," Cassidy corrected. "Singular. The boy's the only one we should smoke. We need to bring the girls back."

"I dunno, does dat Tangela leave a body?" Meowth said.

"Fair point."

James stepped forward, fists clenched, knuckles popping, with a prominent vein twitching on his forehead. "Then let's stop talking and start hunting!" he said. "My Jessie needs help and those twerps need burying!"

…

"Ow," Misty said as Ash injected the antidote into her.

Ash winced. "Sorry."

"Don't be. Not your fault. Just keep at it."

Either the miners had been further along in their excavating than anyone realized, or the local Pokemon had picked up where they had left off and kept on going, but they had come across multiple branching paths. With no map they had to choose their routes blindly, sticking with the ones that looked like they were heading upward, at times consulting with Nidoran to see which path smelled the least bad.

They still had no idea if they were heading the right way, but at one point Nidoran found a crack in the wall of one tunnel, one just wide enough for the children to squeeze through. Beyond was another cavern, this one much smaller than the one filled with Zubats but still more than large enough for the three of them. This time, there were no Pokemon droppings, no signs of any nesting, so it made for a good place for them to stop and catch their breath.

And that also meant that it was time to see to Misty's wounds.

Fortunately, they weren't that bad. None of the Zubats had managed to do much more than superficial damage, and for as poisonous as they were, they hadn't been able to inject much of it into her. Even so, she had started to feeling sweaty and feverish when they found the cavern, so it was good that they finally had the space to sit down and patch her up.

In a noticeable mirroring of when he had bathed her that morning, she was sitting on a rock with him kneeling behind her, alternating between antidotes and potions, healing her wounds. It didn't take long, and by the time he had gotten to the final purple spot, the first one was already fading.

"Well, I think you're okay," he said at last.

"Good," Misty said. "I never want to see another Zubat as long as I live."

Ash glanced down to the new pokeball on his hip. "Well…"

"You know what I mean," Misty sighed. Then she glanced over her shoulder. "That was some quick thinking, by the way. How you were my eyes back there."

Ash felt his cheeks start to warm. "Well, that's how it's supposed to be, right? I mean, being your trainer, after all."

Misty didn't answer, and Ash immediately regretted wording it like that, even if it was literally true. The trainer observed the battlefield and came up with the strategies, and the PokeGirl or Pokemon did the fighting. But given Misty's state of mind, it probably wasn't a good idea to bring that up.

"Yeah," she said at last. "I guess so."

Then she stood up, treating Ash to the sudden yet wholly welcome sight of her lush, plump butt right in his face. Suddenly his cheeks weren't the only thing getting warm.

"Listen, I need to take care of something," Misty said. "Give a holler if you need me."

Ash blinked. "Uh, okay? But what…"

Then he noticed that the insides of her thighs were glistening with moisture.

"Oh."

"Exactly," Misty sighed. "God, being a PokeGirl is such a pain."

Ash elected to not mention that her being a PokeGirl was the only reason they were still alive at the moment.

Misty walked away. Ash watched her go until she ducked out of sight behind a stalagmite. Then he shook his head and tried to concentrate on building a campsite. He couldn't help but wonder why she needed privacy to take care of her "little problem." After all, she didn't seem to have any issues with walking around naked, and was the one complaining about him not being used to things.

Though speaking of which, he probably was going to have to do the same. He was still heady from the adrenaline rush, and having his eyes feast on Misty's nudity meant that all the blood was flowing in one direction, making him pretty tight in the pants.

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, hoping to clear his mind. He had too much other stuff to worry about, such as getting camp set up, getting his new Zubat healed up, touching base with Nidoran, and coming up with a plan for tomorrow.

As he set about those tasks, he suddenly realized another problem. Misty's backpack was presumably still up on the bridge, which meant that they only had the one sleeping bag.

Oh. Oh, wow.

…

By the time Misty finally sat down and spread her legs, the crackling heat surging through her loins was about ready to burst. Her pussy lips were swollen and sensitive, and were rubbing against her thighs with every step. The whole trek through the tunnel she was having to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud every time her weight shifted.

That was honestly one of the most infuriating things about being stuck as a PokeGirl. Okay, yes, the strength was great, the toughness was cool, and while she still was very unhappy with the typing she had gotten stuck with, being able to shoot lightning bolts out of her hands was insanely awesome.

But the constant horniness was just so unbelievably distracting. No matter how many times she relieved herself, no matter how often she masturbated or did stuff with May or Ash, it never really went away. She could only subdue it for a time, bring herself to something resembling mental clarity, only for it to come rushing back to full strength whenever she got emotional or she unleashed enough of her power.

And she had just done plenty of both.

But there was something else as well, something she was really going to have to come to terms with.

And that was just how much she liked having Ash give her orders.

When he had accidentally forced her to shut up during their argument, she had been too annoyed to really notice anything other than that. But having him take control when she had been fighting the Zubats, giving her commands and directions that she had to obey immediately, that probably had more to do with how much she was now turned on than anything. There was just something about the uncharacteristic confidence he had when directing a battle, in how his voice had controlled her, how her body had responded immediately to his commands, in the thrill she had felt that symmetry.

She had never really understood submissives. Who really wanted to be the one controlled, the one dominated? She was even confused when May, who had been such a force of personality, had wholeheartedly enjoyed the experience of submitting to Misty that first time. Not at all displeased, but still confused.

But now she understood. Giving up that control to Ash had excited her more than she could have ever expected. And if she were being one-hundred percent honest, that was the real reason she had refused his offer of clothes.

But it had still left her with a bit of a problem to deal with. Nameless, she was now so horny that she was going to lose her mind if she didn't find some relief.

Leaning back against the stalagmite, Misty looked down at her groin and sighed. Her pubic mound was already a little on the large size, especially for a girl her age (which May had always been outright delighted by), but now it was positively engorged, her folds shimmering with her leaking arousal, and her little clit stiff and throbbing.

The first time Misty had been in this position, she had decided to take her time and enjoy it. Not now. She had things to do. She only wanted to calm herself down so she could concentrate on finding a way out, on protecting herself and Ash, on finding May, on getting home!

Better make this quick. Misty jammed her fingers into her aching entrance and started pumping hard.

Her pussy responded immediately. Hot arousal flared up, surging through her body like the living electric circuit that she now was, and she arched her back up against the stalagmite with a needy groan. Her hips jerked once, and then twice, squirting fluid out over her hands to splash over the stone floor.

There. At least it had been quick and easy. Misty settled back with a sigh, waiting for the throbbing to subside and the haze around her mind to disperse.

It didn't. The ache in her core weakened a little, but as soon as she moved her legs it suddenly surged back, pounding as strongly as ever.

Misty stared in disbelief down at her still-swollen sex. What the heck? That orgasm had done nothing! She was still just as horny! If anything, it was stronger than before!

Oh, come on! Why did everything have to be so complicated? Misty went at it again, this time going at it with two hands, the hand already soaked with pussy juice again shoving her fingers into her inner canals while the other pressed down on her clit, squeezing, pinching, and rolling the hard nub around.

Again she came, her second orgasm hitting just as fast and just as strong as the one before. This time she couldn't hold back the groan as her taut muscles contracted, her bare legs involuntarily kicking at the ground.

Come on, come on, she mentally begged in frustration as the agonizing bliss surged through her again and her pussy walls clamped down tight around her fingers.

Then her muscles slowly began to relax, her cunt loosening around her fingers. There, she thought as she extracted her sticky hand and let it lay. Finally.

She lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, slowly breathing in and out, her smooth, childish chest swelling and falling in time as the thumping of her heart slowed down.

Then she shook her head. Wow, that had been annoying, but at least it was over. Time to get up, clean up, and start planning. She shifted her weight to sit up.

As soon as she did the heat nestled within her pussy suddenly flared up again, and she found herself even hornier than before!

"Oh, come on!" she cried out loud. "Give me a break here, will you?"

"Uh, what's wrong?" Ash called from the other end of the cave.

At that point Misty was far too irritated to worry about being embarrassed. "No matter how many times I rub one out, I just get horny all over again! It won't stop!"

"Oh," Ash said, the surprise evident in his voice. "Wow."

"Yeah. Wow's right." Rolling her eyes, Misty settled down to try again. "Okay, let's do this one more time, and I swear-"

Then Ash said, "Um, want me to help?"

Misty froze up. "What?"

"Well, getting touched by their trainers is supposed to feel really good to PokeGirls, right? So maybe if I do it it'll make you calm down!"

If Misty had been horny before, the thought of Ash's fingers digging into her set her whole body crackling with desire. She lay still, breathing slow and deep, heat blossoming all over her.

"Misty?"

Misty shook her head. She had to get a grip, had to regain control. "No, I g-" Her thick throat made a liar out of her, making it difficult to speak. "I got it!" That last part came out in an unconvincing squeak.

"Uh, okay?"

Shaking her head, Misty bared her teeth and went at it for a third time. This time she was absolutely relentless, attacking her enflamed pussy with both hands, shoving, thrusting, rubbing as hard as she could. By now her cunt was so tender that it was starting to hurt, but she couldn't stop. She had to work this nonsense out of her.

"AAHHH!" she cried as she came for the third time in less than two minutes. This time it was so hard that it was almost unpleasant, sapping her remaining strength and causing her to collapse shaking onto the ground.

As she lay there trembling, Ash cleared his throat and said, "So…"

Growling, Misty cranked one eye open. "I'm…f-f-fine…" she hissed.

"Okay, but that sounded-"

"I don't care how it sounded, I'm fine!" She violently shook her head, sending droplets of sweat splattering on the stones around her, and slowly extracted her sticky hands from between her thighs and brace them on the ground. Taking a deep breath, she turned onto her belly and readied herself to push herself back up.

But in doing so, her still-puffy sex brushed against the cave floor, and that friction caused the throbbing heat to once burst into sparks.

"AH!" she cried as she again collapsed. She rolled onto her side and curled into a tight ball, legs drawn up and hands wrapped around her stomach as the ache in her loins grew stronger than ever before. "Seriously? Still? What the heck do I have to do?"

Then she heard Ash sigh in exasperation. "Look, just let me help. It's worth a shot, right?"

Misty's whole body was shivering hard, but she managed to grit her teeth and spit out, "T-Told you. I don…I don't nuh-need your…your…"

"Misty," Ash said, his voice suddenly firm and commanding. "Come here."

Misty inhaled deeply, her back arching. "What?" she whispered.

"I said, stop being stubborn and come here!"

Misty wanted to laugh at him. Or sneer. Where did he get off, giving him orders like that? He was a rookie, barely a week into his journey, while she was still a stinking Gym Leader! Who was he to tell her to do anything?

She might have voiced all of that, but she didn't, and for a very specific reason.

Hearing him talk to her like that, give her direct orders in that tone of voice felt so good that she wanted to swoon. If she wasn't already leaking like a sponge then this would have definitely made her too wet to ignore.

"I'm waiting," Ash said.

Misty again winced. Every time he talked to her like that, her insides contracted hard, the Butterfrees in her stomach fluttering their wings all at once. What choice did she have but to obey?

She slowly maneuvered herself up, rolling around until she was sitting up. Then she pushed herself up to her feet. Her bare legs twitched and buckled a little, but they held.

Once she was vertical, Misty began the trek back to where Ash was setting up the campsite. Her legs still felt weak and stringy, so she had to take it slow, carefully placing one foot in front of the other.

Ash was sitting on a rock with his face stern and his arms folded, waiting for her. His jacket and gloves were off, leaving his arms and hands bare. Just the sight of him made Misty feel flushed. Her body was aching for him, every inch of her naked skin longing to feel his touch. She wanted nothing more than to tear those clothes off of him and lay herself against him, to again feel his skin on her own, to pleasure and please him, and to let him do whatever he wanted to her, to use her body to fulfill whatever naughty, filthy, and perverted desire he had.

When she came into view, the firm look on Ash's face wavered, and his cheeks brightened. Despite all the grief she had given him over not being used to naked girls, Misty couldn't help but feel a little glad. She also really didn't want him to get used to seeing her like this.

"Wow," he said, his eyes dipping down to the space between her thighs. "You're…really dripping there, huh. And red. Red wet…yeah."

Misty snorted. Even when he was trying to be commanding and dominant, he still couldn't help but come off as such a dork.

Ash shook his head and breathed out. "Okay," he said, patting his thighs. "Sit down."

Misty inhaled sharply, but what could she do but obey?

She walked up to him and turned around, presenting her ass to him. She was about to sit down in his lap, but before she could bend her legs, his hands came up and laid themselves on her hips.

At just that simple touch alone Misty's eyes fluttered. His hands were soft, still uncalloused by the harshness of being a Pokemon trainer. Fingertips brushed up and down her hip bones in a caress, leaving pleasurable tingles in their wake.

Ash slowly lowered Misty down onto his lap, laying her buns neatly on his thighs. As she felt the flesh beneath his shorts squish beneath her weight, she also felt his stiff rod poking up against her butt. All she had to do was reach down, unzip his pants, move it out of his boxers, and he would slide right into her. And though she knew, logically, why she shouldn't do that, that she was dancing dangerously up to the edge as it was, she still really, really wanted to.

Sweet Mother of Arceus, she wanted to.

Once she was sitting, Ash encircled his arms around her waist and dipped his right hand between her thighs. As his fingers brushed up against the warm, wet flesh, she couldn't help but let out a squeak. Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit down on her lower lip to keep any other noises from coming out, her hands balling up into trembling fists.

And then Ash began to stroke her.

When Misty had masturbated a few moments earlier, she had been determined to get it over with, to find her relief and move on. Ash had no such intentions. Where she had been hard, he was soft. Where she had been fast, he took it slow. He gently kneaded the puffy flesh, massaging her lower lips and letting his fingertip run up and down through the crevice of her slit.

To be honest, his technique wasn't great. He was obviously still an amateur, especially when compared to May's nimble fingers. That didn't change the fact that simply having him touch her in such a tender and loving way made Misty want to melt, to just collapse into his arms and succumb to the ecstasy.

Misty had mixed feelings on PokeGirls even at the best of times. She was fine with them as a concept, even indulging May's delight in being one, but there were parts that just made her uncomfortable. The first and foremost were the ones that were kept as pets, who played at being simple-minded animals, going around on all fours, being taken for walks, and communicating through animal sounds. At least the PokeGirls used by trainers still behaved as humans!

But in that moment, if Ash were to clasp a collar around her neck, she would gladly agree to never speak nor stand upright ever again if it meant that he would touch her like that all the time.

As Ash continued to go to work on her pussy, his other hand went up to pinch the stiff nub of her left nipple. This time Misty couldn't hold back the gasp, her thighs bouncing a little in his lap.

"Harder," she whimpered. "Harder. Please. Make me feel it. I want to feel it more."

"Okay." Ash pressed his fingers in further, sinking into the sensitive folds, while the fingers pinching her nipple squeezed as hard as he could.

There was pain, yes, but it just hurt so good. Misty's back involuntarily arched, her body curving back against Ash as she choked.

In the pleasure-induced fog that had descended upon her mind, Misty almost didn't notice the pressure now on her shoulder until her eyes fluttered open and she saw that she had bent back so far that she was pressing up over Ash's shoulder, with his chin resting on hers.

She turned her head, their gazes meeting briefly, her emerald eyes hazed over with lust, his own bright brown eyes almost as needy as her own.

And then they kissed. The angle was awkward, and Misty couldn't turn her head so that their mouths met properly, but they made due the best they could, lips smacking and tongues flitting out for brief tastes. Misty's hips started to move unconsciously, grinding back and forth over Ash's erection while his hand moved with them.

And then his middle finger pushed in, found her entrance, and slid right into her vagina.

It did not take long. Misty cried out as shockwaves jolted through her, contracting the muscles in her legs, her abs, her chest, and her arms. Her mind dissolved into static as her body convulsed helplessly while she came harder, stronger, more painfully, and more gloriously than ever before. Those quick fingerfucks earlier? Those had been the prelude, the introduction, masturbatory foreplay. This reached deeper into her young body, filling her in places that she didn't know she needed to be filled, claiming her, possessing her, owning her in ways she never knew she needed.

Misty finally collapsed fully against him, all of the strength gone, most of her muscles going totally relaxed. Had he suddenly not wrapped his arms around her waist she would have slid fully off of his lap.

How long she lay there in his arms she didn't know. It didn't matter. Time didn't matter. Space didn't matter. All that mattered was him holding her as she helplessly rode the circuits of euphoria, nothing more than a spark of joy and peace.

But slowly her mind began to return. Slowly she started to emerge from the fog, becoming aware of sensation again. Her pussy was still throbbing, but it was a dull, pleasant ache, with enough of the arousal having worn off that it was finally acknowledging how much punishment it had been put through. The chill of the cave raised goosebumps on her bare skin, and yet she still didn't feel that cold, even though she was no longer covering herself with that static field.

More sensation returned. She was lying on her side on top of something soft. A sleeping bag. She was on top of Ash's sleeping bag. And as for Ash…

She could still feel his arms around her, the fabric of his shirt up against her bare back, the slow warmth of his breath tickling the back of her neck. He was holding her from behind, the big spoon to her little spoon.

As it should be.

Misty shivered. "Ash?" she said, her voice hoarse and her throat parched.

"Uh, yeah!" he said. "How are you feeling?"

Misty thought about that. For whatever reason, Ash had been right. It had done the trick. Her mound still felt thick and swollen, but was no longer burning with arousal.

"Sore," she said. "But better." A pause. "Thank you."

"Well, n-no problem! Just glad I could. Er. Help." Another pause. "It was fun!"

Misty sighed. It looked like he had used up what strong and commanding presence he could muster. And honestly, the funny thing was he probably had no idea how compelling his voice had just been. Heck, in all likelihood he had just wanted to help and had gotten frustrated with her stubbornness. She wondered if she should tell him.

However, though he had succeeded in bringing her satisfaction, she didn't feel that they were done. She now had a score to settle.

"I guess we should clean up, then," he said. "We've seen what going to sleep covered in this stuff feels like."

Misty laughed through her nose. "Sure," she said. "But first…"

She slowly wriggled out of his arms and turned to face him. Though he was confused, he didn't stop her, and the two were soon lying face-to-face.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

In answer, Misty eased herself up. Her soreness made it more difficult than the simple motion had any right to be, and she was utterly exhausted, but she managed to sit part of the way up and squirm her way around so that she was facing his crotch and he was facing hers.

He was still very hard, his erection evident even through his jeans. As drained as she was, Misty felt the stirrings of excitement as she gazed at that bulge in his lap. It wasn't even that annoying horniness that she had just worked so hard to banish. It was simple want.

Reclining across the sleeping bag, Misty leaned in to go at Ash's pants, shaking fingers fumbling until she managed to unclasp his belt and slip the button through the hole. Once they were out of the way, down came the zipper, letting her shuck his pants partway down his thighs.

The tent of his erection was even more evident against his boxers. Misty could feel the haze begin to form around her mind again. A sliver of drool dripped down the side of her mouth.

Steady, steady, part of her mind insisted as she reached toward that rod with both hands. You're just returning the favor. No need to have it be anything more than that.

That part of her mind was unanimously ignored by the rest.

She touched it through his boxers, grinning at the spongy firmness, before sliding it to one side and letting it spring out of the front slit.

Ash's boyish penis popped free.

"Heh," Misty chortled as she wrapped her hand around its girth. Every time she got her hands on her trainer's dick only excited her more. The first time she had liked what she saw. Now it was the most beautiful thing in the world and she needed it inside her!

She gave it a couple of caressing strokes, just enjoying how it twitched in her palm. And then she leaned in closer to close her mouth around it.

…

Ash's first blowjob had been that morning (coincidentally also right after fingering Misty). His second had been from that afternoon. And now he was getting his third, which, when placed alongside everything else that had happened since he had woken up cuddled against three practically naked girls, really spoke to the absolutely insane day he was having.

Warm droplets of saliva dripped onto his cock before her mouth even reached it, followed by her shuddering breath. Then it was enveloped in warmth and wetness.

Ash couldn't help but squirm and jerk as Misty sucked his cock. This was what he had wanted. Just them enjoying one another like this with no fights, no drama, no guilt, and no shame. Just pure, mutual affection because they wanted to.

Then he glanced to his left.

Misty's naked thighs were right in front of him, her pussy still pink and swollen and slick with juices. Though he had managed to get it to calm down, he had a feeling that if Misty kept this up, then she would have another one in the chamber before too long. PokeGirls were just like that.

It also occurred to Ash that as new as blowjobs might be to him, he still had gotten them before. He knew what they were like. And he had already fingered Misty a couple of times already. So basically, nothing that was happening at the moment was exactly new.

Maybe he ought to change that.

With Misty's head still bobbing up and down on his dick, Ash pushed himself forward and leaned in to press his lips against her folds.

Misty gasped and her head popped up. "Ash!" she said. "What are…"

In answer, Ash slid his arms around her waist to sink his fingers into her perky butt. He let his tongue probe out, finally getting to see how she tasted. It slid up her slit, mixing his own saliva with her liquid arousal.

He wasn't sure what to expect from the taste. It was a bodily fluid, so he sort of thought that it might be kind of gross, something he was going to have to force himself to get used to. But to his surprise she tasted kind of sweet, a little sour (though not unpleasantly so), and definitely a little charged, sort of like carbonated lemonade. May had been right; Misty did have a zing to her. Digging his fingers into her rear, Ash started lapping at her with more enthusiasm.

A moment later Misty went back to blowing him.

The two lost children feasted upon each other's sexes, licking and tasting, both of them wanting all the other had to offer. Ash found the bud of her clitoris and rolled it around with his tongue, playing with it like a piece of candy. Misty stopped bobbing her head up and down to twist her tongue around his shaft.

Then Misty's hips started shaking. Ash buried his face in her crotch, filling his nostrils with her musky scent. The tip of his tongue poked around her meaty folds until it found her entrance. And then his pushed it in.

Her mouth still around Ash's cock, Misty groaned out loud as she came one last time, smearing Ash's face with her sweetness. But she didn't stop either. She kept right on sucking, right on lick, hungrily shoving his dick all the way to the back of her throat until he was seeing stars and his immature sex was trying to fill her mouth with what it didn't yet have.

Misty's mouth came off of him with a pop, and the two fell back panting, her hips still trembling while his spent penis slowly shrank down.

Then Misty murmured, "Guess we should clean up."

"Yeah," Ash breathed. "Sounds good."

"Still need…to set up camp. Make dinner."

Ash nodded. "Yup."

"And then…" Misty sighed. "We really need to talk."