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.

19. Under the Mountain and Over the Moon!

Under the Mountain and Over the Moon!

There were many impressions that those who met May made about her, both positive and negative. On the positive side, she was friendly, loyal, passionate, funny, compassionate, and empathetic. On the more negative side, she was also reckless, aggressive, perverted, masochistic, constantly horny, pushy, kind of nuts, and in desperate need of therapy.

All of these were true to one degree or another, but one impression that most people got from her that actually wasn't true was that she was fearless. Yes, she wasn't overly concerned about physical danger. Yes, pain didn't frighten her and in fact kind of turned her on. Yes, she really was reckless to a fault.

However, she wasn't without fear. She might not fear peril, but she did fear people. She feared entrapment. She feared being taken away from the ones she loved and forced to go back to those who oppressed her. And while she didn't feel that Team Rocket would turn her over to her father, the thought of what they would do to her if they won absolutely terrified her.

But let it never be said that May was afraid of the dark or tight spaces.

She leapt into the dark, landing on the slope of the tunnel in a crouch and started to slide down on the soles of her shoes, fully intending ride its length down like a snowboarder all the way down to where Misty and Ash were.

Unfortunately, the soles of her shoes were designed to be slip-resistant and were immediately yanked out from under her, and she was sent wailing into a chaotic tumble all of the long and painful way down.

"Ow! Ow! Crap! Ow!"

How long she bumped and rolled her way down was not easy to tell, though it did take long enough for her to become annoyed. How stinking long was this tunnel? How deep was she going?

Suddenly the tunnel opened up into empty space, and she was falling, falling, falling, limbs flailing and mouth open in a scream that was unable to escape her throat.

It was pitch-black, so she couldn't even see where she was falling, only with the cold underground air rushing up around her to tell her how fast she was dropping, leaving her only able to wonder how close the ground was and how hard she was going to hit it. Would she be killed upon impact or only severely injured? If she were crippled, could a Healing Machine restore her? Possibly, as Misty had almost died and it was able to patch her up. But she was a PokeGirl, meaning she was quite tough and resilient, and the same could be said for Misty. Ash was a normal human boy, and anything that could cripple a PokeGirl was sure to kill him.

Was she about to fall right on top of his broken corpse? Were all three of them doomed to be buried and forgotten beneath the mountain, their flesh going on to feed the wild Pokemon that dwelled down here, their bones laid to rest among the stones? Was this how it was to end for-

And then a strong hand seized May by the calf. "Gotcha!"

May gasped as her momentum was suddenly arrested, jarring her terribly. Had she not been a PokeGirl, her knee would have been dislocated at the very least. "Wha-Huh-Who?"

"Easy, kid, easy!" said Olivia's voice out of the dark. "I've got you! Just hold on!"

To what?

No matter. She had stopped falling, which meant it was time to get back to the task at hand. Tilting her head back so that she was facing the black beneath, she called, "MISTY! ASH! ARE YOU THERE?"

"Whoa, easy, chill, I-"

And then both May and Olivia's arm slipped down about a foot. May froze in place.

"May," Olivia said, her voice tight. "I need you to relax, please. I am literally hanging onto a stone wall by my fingertips, and all that moving around is just going to…Well, it's kind of dangerous."

"Then hold on tighter! I need to see if they're okay!"

Olivia didn't say anything in response. She didn't have to. May knew what she was thinking.

If Ash and May had fallen out of that hole, they would be in no condition to respond to any of her calls.

Then she heard something scraping through stone and dirt above her. "Are you guys all right?" said Roxanne's voice out of the darkness.

"We're okay, I got the kid!" Olivia called back at her.

"Oh, thank the three. May, are you okay?"

Ignoring her, May cupped her hands around her mouth. "Guys, hey! If you can hear me, make any kind of sound you can! If you're hurt and can't talk, then cough, scratch a rock, anything!"

She suddenly slipped down again. "Damn it," Olivia hissed. "Okay, I'm going to have to reel you in. Please, hold still."

Doing so was torture, but May did her best to keep her limbs still as Olivia drew her in closer.

Then Olivia said, "Um, okay, this is…going to be scary, but I do need a better grip, so…"

Before May could ask her what she was talking about, Olivia suddenly tossed her into the air. May screamed as her body spun around in empty space, the darkness swishing around her head, as gravity began to seize hold.

Then an arm seized her around her chest, wrapping itself beneath her arms, and she was held tight against an ample bosom.

"Easy, easy, don't worry, I got you," Olivia said, holding her close.

Under normal circumstances, May would have been absolutely thrilled to have a such strong arm squishing her against such perfect tits, but as earlier noted, these were not normal circumstances. All she really wanted was to see if her friends were even alive.

Then there was the sound of scraping right next to them as Roxanne slid down to meet them. "Okay, you're here, right?" her voice said.

"We are! We're okay," Olivia said. "How are you?"

"Fine. But we need to find solid ground, and soon."

"We need to find my friends, is what we need to do!" May said. She cupped her hands around her mouth. "HEY, GUYS! CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"Quit it!" Roxanne hissed. "There's wild Pokemon around! Do you want to bring down a swarm of Zubats on our heads?"

"I don't care! If we're in trouble, then they're in trouble, and probably worse!"

"If they haven't answered you yet then they won't now! Be smart!"

Though Roxanne couldn't see it, May still made sure to send her angriest glare in what she was reasonably certain was the older PokeGirl's direction. "Screw being smart! My friends are in danger, and waiting around isn't going to-"

"Um, guys?" Olivia said. "Not to get in the way, but maybe we should find some solid ground before we start arguing."

The three of them hung there in silence and darkness for a time.

"I'm…open to suggestions," Roxanne said at last.

"Well, we can't exactly see anything," Olivia said. "And none of us knows flash. So-"

Wait.

Flash.

May thrust her hands out at the darkness and turned on the heat. Twin gouts of flame shot out, lighting up the area around them. Now they could all see each other and the rock wall to which the two rock-typed PokeGirls were clinging.

Unfortunately, they couldn't see anything else. As far as they could tell, they were surrounded by nothing but open space.

Her heart beating faster, May directed her flames upward. The tips of a few hanging stalactites became visible, but not the roof itself, so it could be that those dangling spikes of stone were just very long.

"Try down," Olivia said. "See if you can find the ground."

May swallowed. "B-But Ash and Misty are down there! What if I set them on fire?"

"Don't thrust it down," Roxanne did. "Just…gently lower it. Carefully."

The thought of torching her likely injured friends to death made her skin crawl, but she had to see. Moving with extreme caution, May lowered her arms, bringing the fire down lower and lower, illuminating the area beneath them. Nothing, nothing, nothing-

There! There was the ground! It actually wasn't too far beneath them. However, between it and the wall to which they were clinging was a yawning fissure, one about nine feet in width, so dropping straight down was just plain out.

"There it is!" Olivia exclaimed. She readjusted her hold on May. "Okay, let's go!"

She and Roxanne both leapt off of the wall, May being carried along. They landed smoothly on the ground, taking the landing in a crouch to avoid jarring their knees.

As soon as she was able May squirmed out of Olivia's arms, shot a brief spurt of flame to get her bearings, and rushed to the fissure. "Hey, guys!" she called, dropping to her hands and knees and peering into black. "Please, answer me!"

Still no sound.

Her heart pounding away in her chest, May extended a shaking hand and released her flame. She wasn't sure what possibility scared her the most, be it finding the mangled and broken bodies of the two people that she cared the most about or the fissure being so deep that she would be able to see nothing.

"May, wait," Roxanne said, hurrying to her side. "Maybe you shouldn't-"

The fire lit up everything beneath her, and as it turned out, May saw neither.

The bottom of the fissure was like two feet down. At most. It was more of a shallow trench, through which trickled a tiny stream. The bodies of Misty and Ash were nowhere to be seen.

"Huh," Olivia said, joining them. "I guess it wasn't as far down as I thought."

"But…But where are they?" May said, eyes darting this way and that. "They should be here! They went into that hole, right? They fell through the tunnel! They should be here! Where are they?"

"Hmmm." Roxanne placed one hand on her bare hip while rubbing her chin with the other. "The stream is not nearly enough to carry them off. Perhaps a wild Pokemon found them first and took them away? It was several minutes before we leapt down here, so I suppose one could have-"

And then she saw the distraught look on May's face and immediately changed her tune.

"But I'm sure that didn't happen! There would have been some indication left behind. Besides, you friend's Tangela went down with them, didn't it? There would have been a fight."

"Maybe the Tangela carried them off," Olivia suggested.

May shook her head. "Uh, n-no. There…There would be some kind of…of something left behind. Trust me."

"Maybe they went down the other tunnel?" Olivia suggested.

May stared at her. "What other tunnel?"

Pointing up at the wall they had just been clinging to, Olivia said, "You know, the one you were tumbling through? Hey, are you okay? It looks like you got banged up pretty bad."

It was true. May now had a number of scrapes and bruises from her tumble, and her knees had been skinned pretty badly. If she hadn't been a PokeGirl, then likely something would have been broken. However, all of that was so minor to her that it wasn't even worth talking about. "I'm fine," May growled. "What other tunnel?"

"The tunnel split into two. You fell down one path, and we followed you. Maybe your friends went down the other way."

May slapped a hand across her own face. "And you didn't think to mention this until now?"

"Nobody asked until now!"

"I…" May breathed out. "Never mind! Get me back up there so we can-"

And then they heard the laughter.

…

Popping the cap off the nozzle, Ash moved the potion toward the pokeball in his other hand.

Behind him, Misty sighed. "Ash, he's fainted. You need to use a revive first."

"Oops! Right! My bad." Placing the potion aside for later, Ash rummage through his backpack until he came up with a revive. The guide he had read on traversing Mt. Moon was quite emphatic on how essential they were.

He injected the fluid into the pokeball, and the circumference of the button turned yellow, with four yellow lights winking on along the equator. He then stuck in the potion and injected it as well, which lit up the rest of the ring of lights. They all flashed green and turned off.

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath. Time to meet the newest member of the team. He glanced down at Nidoran. "Ready, buddy?"

Nidoran glanced up and him and nodded.

"Here we go!"

The pokeball popped open, and out of the swirling energy materialized his brand new Zubat.

As expected, Zubat was quite startled by his sudden change in surroundings. He fluttered into the air, squeaking in indignation, before settling back down again, his large ears twitching.

"It's okay, it's okay, relax!" Ash said, kneeling down in front of the small, agitated creature. Much like he had when trying to bond with Tangela, he held out a handful of ground-up pokebricks. "Here, this is for you."

Zubat scrambled back behind a rock. Clinging onto it with his claws, he stuck his head out and hissed.

Ash sat still and waited.

"Nidi!" called Nidoran. "Nido-Nidi!"

Zubat tilted his head. He let out an inquisitive squeak.

"Ni! Dorani!"

Another squeak.

"Nidoranana!"

Zubat's ears lowered. Then he slowly and cautiously crawled out on the claws on the tips of his wings, approaching Ash and the treat being offered. When Ash didn't make any sudden moves, he quickly darted in, shoving as much pokebrick dust into his mouth as it could hold, and darted away.

Ash smiled. Okay, so far, so good. He sat still and waited.

After a few moments Zubat reemerged, his sightless head peeking out from behind the rock.

"Nido," Nidoran said encouragingly.

Zubat's ears twitched. He crawled forward again, pausing every few steps to check his surroundings, and when nothing attacked, he finally pulled himself fully onto Ash's hand and began munching on the rest of the pokebrick crumbles.

Smiling, Ash slowly lifted the tiny creature up. "Hey there," he said. "My name's Ash. That down there is Nidoran. The girl behind me is Misty. We're your new friends."

Zubat paused in his munching to tilt his head toward the sound of Ash's voice. Even without much of a face he still looked quite dubious.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe with us."

He slowly reached up with his other hand, finger extended, bringing it close enough for Zubat to smell but not so close as to be threatening. Sensing his approaching finger, Zubat hopped back with an agitated squeak. Ash paused again and waited.

When nothing moved to attack him, Zubat moved back to the edge of Ash's hand, leaning forward in curiosity. Ash moved his finger in the rest of the way, letting the little poisonous flyer give it a sniff. Zubat reached out with the tiny claws on his wings to clutch at the offered fingertip, as if trying to judge whether or not it felt dangerous.

Then he bit down on it.

"Ash!" Misty said in alarm. Ash didn't panic, though. He had been expecting this, though despite what he had read up on Pokemon like Zubats he still couldn't keep from tensing up.

However, Zubat's fangs didn't break the skin. He merely gnawed gently on the tip and nail before withdrawing, apparently satisfied.

It worked. Sighing in relief, Ash carefully drew his finger down Zubat's back, stroking the thin fur. Zubat tensed, but when Ash didn't do anything to hurt him, he relaxed and continued munching on pokebricks.

"You really have a way with these things," Misty remarked. "How'd you know that it wasn't going to bite you?"

"You just need to show them that you're not a threat," Ash said. "Besides, if it wanted to hurt me, it would've been way more aggressive. Zubats are pretty direct that way."

"You've done a lot of reading up on Zubats?"

"I've done a lot of reading on Pokemon in general," Ash answered. "Besides, Kanto's only got like a hundred and forty-six native species, and most of those are evolutions that you probably won't see in the wild." Then he remembered who he was talking to. "Um, of course you would know all that already, but…"

"Well, yeah, but it's a little rare that rookie trainers are able to bond with new Pokemon so easily."

"Really?" Ash turned to look at her over his shoulder. "How long did it normally take you?"

After they had finally finished their first experience in sixty-nining, the two of them had cleaned themselves up the best they could, and Misty had finally consented to putting on some clothes. It was just a plain black shirt Ash had picked up while shopping with Yellow, a pair of white boxers patterned with pokeballs, and ankle socks. She had declined his offer of pants, though didn't give a reason.

"Not long, but I've got plenty of practice." Then Misty smirked. "Though come to think of it, you're kind of on your way to becoming a Gym Leader yourself. At least when it comes to specializing."

"Huh?"

In answer, Misty pointed to the Zubat clinging to Ash's hand. "Poison-type." She then pointed to Nidoran. "Poison-type." Then she pointed to Tangela's pokeball, hanging on Ash's belt. "Not a poison-type, but grass-types are kind of poison adjacent, and it knows some poison moves."

Ash honestly looked surprised. "Huh, I didn't think of that. I…guess I'd better start diversifying?"

Zubat froze, and then squeaked in alarm.

"Don't worry, of course I'm not getting rid of you!"

More frantic squeaks.

"Listen, I know we just met, but I never, ever abandon my friends! You're part of the family now, okay?"

Nidoran letting out a long, squeaking sigh. Then it said, "Nido, Nido, Ni!"

Ash wasn't exactly sure what Nidoran had said, but Zubat did. His ears twitched, and he calmed down enough to let out a more questioning squeak.

"That's right," Ash said encouragingly, giving Zubat a light scratch in the back of his neck. "Welcome aboard!"

After he had recalled both Zubat and Nidoran into their pokeballs, he took a deep breath and turned toward Misty. Befriending a previously wild Pokemon that had just tried to kill them had been the easy part. Now it was time for the tough one.

"So, uh," he said. "You wanna talk?"

Misty sighed. "Yeah, we'd better. Okay."

The two took their positions, each sitting down on a boulder a couple of feet across from each other. Ash's stomach was swarming with Butterfrees. This was it, the moment that would decide everything for the two of them. If he did this right then he might actually get her and May to stay with him, but if he screwed this up then he would lose them forever.

No pressure.

Misty anxiously flapped her hands over her knees. Then she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's do this. Ash, I don't know what to do."

Ash didn't say anything in response. He just waited.

"I think you might be right," Misty said, her face gaunt, her voice hollow. "That my sisters might have cut a deal with Team Rocket to take my gym. And if that's true, that means they sold me out. They sold me out to the same punks that have been trying to drive me out for months."

Ash frowned. "Do you think that they might actually sell you to Team Rocket? You know, literally?"

"I don't know! That's the scary thing!" Her shoulders hunching, Misty reached up with one shaking hand to run her fingers through her hair. "I mean, a day ago I would've said no. Because we're still family, you know! Sure, they've always been pretty awful to me, but I would have never thought that they'd do something like that!" She then crossed her arms over her middle, hugging herself tight. "But I didn't think that they'd steal my gym either, so now I don't know what they would do."

Though what Ash had come to know about Misty's sisters didn't exactly endear them to him in any way, he also didn't want to be the one to drive a wedge into any family if he was wrong. "Well, I mean, the Team Rocket thing is just a guess," he pointed out. "Maybe they did it on their own?"

Misty shrugged. "Yeah. Maybe. But it doesn't really matter, now does it? They already crossed the biggest line that they could. Now it's just a matter of how far over the line they went." Exhaling through her nose, she straightened up, hands now digging into her knees. "Besides, Team Rocket just makes the most sense, because there's no way that they're smart enough to try to wrest my majority control away without help."

Ash's frown deepened. On one hand, he supposed that he ought to be happy. After all, this was leading exactly where he wanted it to go. Misty could be going with him after all! But on the other, everything about Misty's whole dynamic with her family was just so baffling that he couldn't wrap his head around it. "What happened between you all? Why are they so awful to you?"

Misty let out another long sigh. Then she said in a low voice, "My mom was the previous Gym Leader. My dad was her manager. I…actually don't remember a whole lot about them, but I did sit on the sidelines and watch my mom's battles a lot when I was really little. It just looked so cool and exciting, and I remember being convinced that I would be just like her one day!"

She paused for a moment, collecting herself.

"And then they left," she said at last. Her voice wavered, coming close to breaking. "They didn't tell us that they were leaving, we never found out why. One day they were here and everything seemed normal, the next day they were just gone."

Ash stared. Her parents had just abandoned her, walked away from their own kids? How did that even happen? Why would anyone do something like that? "Are you sure they just left and weren't kidnapped or anything? I mean, if Team Rocket was harassing you, then maybe they were after them as well!"

Misty let out a bitter chuckle. "Oh God, I wish that was the case! Then it'd be so simple! But no. We had a detective look into it and everything." She sighed. "Besides, if Team Rocket did kidnap a Gym Leader, why let one of their kids take control? Why not move in then and there? It's not like we could have stopped them."

"How old were you then?" Ash asked.

"Six," Misty sighed. "I was six."

Wait, what? "And they wanted you to replace them?" Ash exclaimed, leaping to his feet. "At six?"

"Well, no," Misty admitted. "That's the other thing they left. They said that the gym would go to the 'Strongest of their Daughters,' and that the four of us would have to battle each other to see who would take control."

Ash flashed back to their conversation at the museum, when Misty had given him a somewhat inaccurate explanation for how she had gotten her job. "Wait, there really was a tournament?"

Smiling sheepishly, Misty shrugged. "Y-Yeah, I didn't…totally lie about that. Only it was just the four of us. And I might've been the youngest, but I was also the only one even interested in Pokemon battles. I used to go out every day with my two Staryus and battle wild Pokemon to practice. So I beat Violet, Daisy beat Lily, and then I beat Daisy." She snickered. "Then Lily got mad and said I should beat her first even though she lost the first round, so then I beat her too. And the gym was mine." She spread her hands and shrugged; the cringe evident all over her face. "Yippee."

Sighing, Ash sat back down. "And they've been picking on you ever since."

Misty swallowed. "Y-Yeah. I mean, it wasn't all bad, all the time. We actually got along pretty okay a couple years ago. But lately it's just been getting worse and worse." She looked up, eyes roving over the stone walls and ceiling that surrounded them. "To be honest, part of the reason I was even on this trip was to just get away from them."

Ash shook his head. Everything he learned about Misty just made things worse. "That is so messed up."

"Yeah. It is."

Ash had no idea what to say to that, so he said nothing at all. Everything he learned about Misty and May's family life just horrified him all the more.

"You know, it's kind of funny," Misty said at last, her voice small and contemplative. "Every time I'd take one of these trips, they'd keep sending me emails complaining about how I'm taking too long and how it's unfair to expect them to do my job. But whenever I'm around I'd get a bunch of comments about how the Gym should be theirs and it's not fair that a kid should run everything! I mean, make up your mind, right? Though to be honest they probably want to just close the Gym completely and just make a theater for their stupid swimming show."

Ash frowned. "Can they do that? I mean, the League needs at least eight gyms. You can't just close one down."

"I don't know," Misty said with a shrug. "They're not really all that smart. But yeah. It's just been like that ever since." Her voice started to stutter. "A-And like I said, I've been thinking of just doing what Mom and Dad did. Just leave. Get away from everything."

Ash nodded. "And when I caught you, you thought that might be your chance."

"Yeah," Misty said with a rueful chuckle as she wiped her eyes with her arm. "Didn't work out how I hoped, but yeah."

Right. Fine. Time for him to say his piece. "Well, it still could," Ash mumbled.

Misty sighed. "Ash…"

"No, I'm serious." Ash straightened up, looked Misty right in the eye, and said, "Look, I know you don't want people to think of you as a quitter, I get that! And I know that you don't want to think of yourself as a quitter! And I know what being a Gym Leader must mean to you. But everything you've said about your family makes them sound terrible! And everything May's told me about hers sounds just as bad!"

He paused for a moment to gather his composure. This next part was already making his throat tighten, but he had to go there.

"My dad didn't leave me," Ash said at last. "He was taken from me. And from what you've told me, I think it might've happened the same years your parents left. And…basically all my friends did leave me. Gary turned out to be a jerk, Yellow backstabbed me, and…Okay, Red and Leaf never did anything bad, but they've been so wrapped up in each other that I've barely even talked to them lately. It's just been me and my mom. I thought I felt alone and betrayed, but you've had it so much worse! Why would you ever want to go back to that?"

That stubborn resolve that Ash had come to expect from her hardened her eyes. "Well, because it still could work! If we can prove that Team Rocket was behind everything, I can take control of my gym back and boot my sisters out! Then things will be…better. They won't be there to pick on me, and…and…"

Her voice caught, and then trailed off. Her resolve wavered, and she glanced away.

Ash leaned forward. "What happens when Team Rocket comes back?"

"I'll fight them off," Misty muttered, still not looking at him.

"What if this is a trap?" Ash pressed. "What if they're just waiting for you to come back so they can kidnap you?"

"I told you, I'll fight them off, just like Brock did!"

"They have all your Pokemon!"

Misty leapt to her feet. "I'll call Brock! And Lance! They'll help! They'll…" Then her face turned white. "They'll take my position away from me, won't they? That's what Brock said they should do."

She swallowed noisily, her throat contracting hard. Wrapping her arms around herself, she sank back down onto the rock.

Ash sighed. This next part was going to be rough. "Maybe they should."

"Ash!"

Ash spread his hands. "Misty, I honestly don't get most of this. I'm not a Gym Leader, I'm just some kid you ran into by accident! But I do know that you aren't happy. I do know that people aren't treating you good when they should be! So would you rather be disrespected by hundreds, or loved by two?"

The distraught redhead's face screwed up into a furious scowl. "You just want me to come with you because you like my butt."

"No, it's because I like you! And…" He paused, reconsidering. "Okay, and you do have an amazing butt, that's true. But even if you didn't, I'd still want you along!"

"Why?" Misty demanded. "I've done nothing but make you miserable!"

"That's only when you're miserable, when you're feeling all torn and bringing everything down!" Ash shot back. "Or do you not get how much fun you are to be around when you're happy?"

Misty rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah? You liked all that teasing?"

The ridiculousness of it all made Ash laugh a little. "We literally just got done licking each other's privates. I don't think that'll be much of a problem anymore." That actually got a small laugh out of her as well, which he appreciated. "And yes, I did."

Misty didn't have any response for that.

Sighing, Ash stood up and walked over to her. Misty tensed as he approached, but didn't stop him or move away. He placed a hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eye. "Misty, you know what I want. I want you and May to come with me, like we planned. I don't care if you stay my PokeGirl or not. If you want to just be friends and companions, great! If you want to be more, I'd love that." Giving her shoulder a squeeze, he said, "Just please, don't do something we're all going to regret."

Misty's lips thinned out. "I'll…think about it. That's all I can promise."

"Okay," Ash said with a nod. "But here's my promise: if you do come with me, then I'm never going make you feel unwanted! I'll with you forever, and if anyone tries to hurt you, they'll have to kill me first!"

Even as the words left his mouth, Ash found himself tensing in anticipation of Misty's laughter. He was being kind of ridiculous, he knew, but he didn't care, he still meant every word.

But Misty didn't laugh. She smiled a little, but it wasn't at all mocking. If anything, she seemed actually touched.

Ash froze in place. What courage and resolve he had was spent in making that speech. Now that it actually seemed to have worked and the recipient wasn't making fun of him, he wasn't sure how to proceed.

Then true to her name, Misty's eyes began to mist over, and Ash found himself panicking internally. Oh no, was she crying? Had he made her cry? What was he supposed to-

Then Misty shoved his hand aside and stood to her feet, practically pressing herself against him. Startled, Ash reflexively stumbled back, but was stopped when the beautiful young girl threw her arms around him. Ash almost froze up again, but was able to stop himself in time.

Hug her back, you idiot!

Forcing his taut muscles to relax, Ash slipped his arms around her, holding her warm, trembling form against him.

God, he wanted to keep her so badly, to just take this beautiful girl away from everything making her miserable and let her be happy. He wanted it more than anything in the world.

Then, still pressing into him, Misty murmured, "Please don't get yourself killed for me. I can take way more damage than you."

Ash smiled and shrugged.

Sighing, the two of them parted, Ash's hands falling to his side while Misty wrapped her arms around her middle, hugging herself.

"We'd, uh," she said, starting down at the ground. "We'd better get some food and rest up. Long day tomorrow."

Ash nodded in agreement.

Then they both looked down at the single sleeping bag, unrolled out on the ground.

"This is going to make things even more weird, isn't it?" Ash said.

"Oh, yeah," Misty said. Then she raised her eyebrow. "And oh yeah, we still kind of need to put that lotion on you. You're still healing, after all."

Ash's cheeks were burning, but hey, as weird as it might be, it also might be an opportunity.

Taking his hat off, he reached down and peeled his shirt right off. The cold of the cave raised goosebumps on his skin, but he endured.

"Care to give me a hand?" he said, turning bare-chested toward Misty. "You know, reach the parts that I can't?"

Misty slowly breathed in before exhaling. "I knew it," she muttered as she retrieved the tube of lotion. "May was the bad influence. On you and Yellow both."

…

Bright spotlights cut through the dark, illuminating a shelf of rock high upon the wall like it was a stage. And posing dramatically on that shelf were those two Team Rocket grunts, Butch and Cassidy, the two of them posing back-to-back, both of them now wearing thick, green goggles, no doubt allowing them to see in the dark. The sound of their cackling filled the open space better than any natural acoustics could have caused.

"YOU!" May roared as flames enveloped her fists.

"That's right, you little freak!" Butch called. "Did'ja think we'd let you get away so easily?"

May was already incensed, but again being called a freak threw another dousing of gasoline onto the flame powering her rage.

"How…How did they follow us that easily?" Roxanne wanted to know.

"And where'd they get spotlights?" Olivia wondered. "And how'd they set them up so quickly?"

"Like we'd ever tell you!" Cassidy crowed. "Prepare for trouble!"

Butch began, "And make it dou-"

"ENOUGH!"

Suddenly James, the Grunt in white with the blue hair, was standing there in front of them, also wearing a pair of night-vision goggles. "You already recited your inferior motto! Stop screwing around!"

As his companions both groaned in annoyance, he whipped around to thrust a finger down at the three PokeGirls below them. "This is your last chance! Give me my Jessie back, or they'll never find your bodies!"

"I'm still not clear on who 'Jessie' is," Olivia said.

May was, and she now had a pretty clear idea on what had happened to her. Oh, Ash. You dummy. Still, this was neither the time nor the place. "What did you do with my friends?" she called up at them. "Where are they?"

"Us?" Cassidy scoffed. "Nothing! We followed you down! If they're not here, then that's your problem!"

"Liar!"

"Well, yes, but not now," Butch said. He thrust a hand out. "Now, attack!"

It was then that May finally realized where the spotlights were coming from. The Sableye was clinging to a stalactite about them, and the light beams were emitting out of its gemstone eyes. But at its master's command, it swept those beams down to shine upon the trio of PokeGirls, which had the dual effect of illuminating them for all to see while killing their visibility of everything around them.

And she heard the sounds of growling, hissing, slithering, and squeaking, coming from all around.

…

Despite having all kinds of tension between them, getting Ash lotioned up proved to be sort of dull, mechanical process. He did feel better afterward, though, as he had been starting to itch. After that, dinner was simple and unsatisfying, just some instant oatmeal with dried raisins and nuts. After that they finally turned in for the night. A long and arduous journey was ahead of them, and they needed all the energy they could get.

Despite the two of them being exhausted, it would seem that sleep was not to be had.

Ash and Misty were packed tight into the sleeping bag, lying back-to-back, both of them now just wearing a tee-shirt and a pair of boxers each. It was a far cry from the nearly naked snuggling from the night before, but it also was hard to ignore how their bare legs were entwined, or how their butts were pressed together.

Which was silly, right? They had just sixty-nined. This ought to be no big deal, right?

Wrong.

Even if it weren't for the constant feel of Ash's buttocks, Misty's mind would not calm down, nor would her heart stop beating. She was just so twisted up inside, pulled in two completely different directions. Her sisters had betrayed her. Her parents had abandoned her, and her sisters had betrayed her. Should that not be the final straw that broke the Camerupt's back? What reason did she have to stay?

Because she was a Gym Leader, the youngest in Kanto's history! How could she walk away from that? How could anyone walk away from that?

Or you could forget your stupid pride, forget trying to impress people that never cared about you to begin with, and just let yourself be happy for once in your life!

Misty choked back the sob she felt forming. She sniffed, maneuvered her arm out of the sleeping to wipe her eyes, and sighed. There really was no point in continuing to lie to herself, was there? The decision was already made; she just needed to take the last step and own up to it.

But she still wasn't sure if she could. But fortunately, maybe she didn't need to. Maybe someone else could do it for her.

Enough. Go through with it already.

"Hey, Ash?" she said over her shoulder. "Are you still awake?"

"Yes," Ash said without hesitation.

"Can't sleep?"

"Nope."

Do it. You know you want to.

Swallowing hard, Misty shifted around so that she was facing the back of Ash's head. "Could you…turn around? For a moment? I, uh, have s-something. I want to. Tell you. Yeah."

She felt Ash's body tense up, but he nodded. "Yeah. Sure."

Ash squirmed himself around the best he could, and soon the two of them were face-to-face. Misty briefly pulled her arms out of the sleeping bag and sent up another glowing ball of electricity so that they could see each other.

The heat between their bodies was palpable. His face was bright pink and she was pretty sure hers was too. Her legs were trembling, but she couldn't be sure if it were because of her own nerves or his were the ones shaking.

"Ash," she said, reaching down into the sleeping bag to clasp his hand. "What you said earlier, how if I went with you, you would never let me go, you would never abandon me. Did you mean it?"

Ash's eyes went wide. "Of course I did!" he exclaimed. "Misty, I want nothing more than for you two to stay with me! I don't care if you want to stay a PokeGirl or not. I don't even care if we ever do anything sexy again! I just…I just got you. I don't want to lose you!"

The edges of Misty's mouth flickered up. "But what if I want to do something sexy?"

Ash's body stiffened against her.

Misty's breath caught. She blinked away the tears she felt forming and squeezed the warm palm she held. "Swear it. Swear that you'll never let me go."

There was a sharp intake of breath, and then Ash said, "I swear. I'll keep you with me forever."

Keep you with me. He didn't say that he would stay with her. He didn't say that they would be together. He said that he would keep her with him. Misty doubted that even he understood the significance of the way he had worded it, or that she needed to hear him promise it in that exact way more than anything.

She tilted her head forward, smelling the mint of his toothpaste, and letting their lips brush briefly before parting. "Swear that you'll protect me. Swear that you'll never let anything take me away."

Ash kissed her back, longer than time. "I swear," His hips began moving, slowly gyrating against her own, pushing in. She could feel his penis start to swell up to squish against her thighs.

Misty's free hand slid downward, moving between Ash's arm and his chest to snake around his back and pull him closer. "And swear you'll do the same for May. That you'll never let anything take her from us either. That you'll love and protect us both. And that we'll be happy and safe with you."

"I swear," Ash said for the third time, sealing the vow. "I'll never, ever let anything or anyone take you away. Not Team Rocket, not the League, not our families, nobody. I told you already: they'll have to kill me first."

Misty couldn't help but giggle at hearing that promise again. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that."

"Too cheesy?" Ash asked.

"Mmmm. Just cheesy enough," Misty murmured as she drew in closer, lips parting and eyelids dipping.

They kissed, softer and slower this time, lips smacking and tongues brushing while their hands ran up and down each other's young bodies, eagerly exploring what the other had to offer. Ash's hand came down to seize a handful of Misty's butt, while her own came up under his shirt to run up his back.

But as nice as it felt to be crammed in together, they still needed space. Misty shimmied around until she got her arms out. Then she unzipped the sleeping bag as far as it would go and tossed the top part aside, turning it into a large blanket laid out on the stony ground.

The air in the cave was bitingly cold, and thanks to the closeness she shared with Ash she couldn't turn on her static field to heat things up. And yet she could not remember feeling more warm. Giggling in nervousness and excitement, she rolled over on top of Ash, laying her slight body over his. Lighthearted and breathless, they locked eyes for only a second before they were making out again. Ash's hands came up around her waist she squirmed and writhed on top of him, slipping up under the shirt she was wearing to run over the smooth skin of her back.

Then she sat up, legs straddling him as she settled her weight back on his hips. In their lustful frenzy, his twitching erection had slipped out of the slit in front of his boxers and popped up to sandwich itself between her thighs. She glanced down, smiled, and gave it a quick and affectionate squeeze before turning her attention back to Ash's lovestruck face.

Making sure that his eyes were fully upon her, she reached down to grasp the hem of the shirt he had lent her and began to pull it up, baring her navel and moving up over her tummy.

This is it, she thought giddily. This is it, this is-

Her hands froze.

Misty blinked. She tried to keep undressing, but her arms would not move.

You know what this means.

Exhaling slowly, Misty's head dipped.

You know what you're about to give up.

Misty's body went slack, and her hands dropped.

She couldn't do it. Not on her own.

"Misty?" Ash said, the burning lust in his eyes giving way to confusion and disappointment.

"I can't," Misty muttered.

"What?!" Ash exploded. He almost shoved himself up on his elbows before realizing that the weight of the girl sitting atop him made that a bad idea. "Come on! I-"

"You don't understand," Misty said. "Ash, I need you to do this."

"Eh?"

Misty slowly leaned forward, her body trembling as she laid her hands on his shoulders. "I can't just do this on my own. This isn't just having sex, Ash. If I do this, then I'm saying goodbye to my entire life. And yeah, you're right, I should, but it's still all I've known, and I can't just…walk out the door." She anxiously licked her lips. "So I need you to make me."

This time Ash didn't ask her what she meant. The utterly lostness in his face said enough.

"Make me, Ash," Misty said. "Make me go with you. I need you to make me. I need you to take me, to claim me, okay? I can't just give myself to you that easily. I need you make me yours." She swallowed. "Please."

"You…You mean you want me to take the lead or something?" Ash said.

Misty nodded.

"Even though you've been having sex for a long time now and I've never even kissed a girl until a few days ago?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying!" Misty's whole body was burning, as much with fear as it was with desire. Her heart felt like it was going to pound itself right out of her chest, and if he didn't take control soon, then she might have to run away in panic.

"B-But I'm just a rookie trainer!" Ash blurted out. "I'm nowhere good enough to-"

Misty thrust herself down so that their blushing faces were practically nose-to-nose. "Then make yourself good enough."

Ash sucked in air through his clenched teeth, but Misty could see the resolve harden in his eyes. It was the same resolve she saw whenever his trainer instincts took over, whenever he was faced with an impossible battle that he had decided that he was going to win anyway.

It was in that moment that Misty knew for certain that she was his.

Ash sat up, bracing his palms and levering himself upright. Misty moved with him, settling back so that she ended up sitting in his lap, shivers running up her thighs and hips as the gradual movement pushed his dick tighter against her crotch.

The two anxious preteens locked eyes with one another. Ash's eyes were resolute and determined and more than a little horny, but Misty could also see the nervousness behind all that, the uncertainty and fear. Still, he wasn't backing down.

He kissed her again, and Misty had to admit that she was impressed by how good he was getting at it. The first time it had been sort like kissing a fish (which she did know was like, albeit not in a romantic sort of way), but while he still had a way to go, he was a fast learner, and his growing confidence was showing, from the forceful way he pushed his mouth into hers, to how his tongue would flicker to take quick tastes to how he would even bite gently onto her lower lip.

And she needed that. She didn't need someone who would blush furiously and freeze up like she just did. She needed someone willing to take control.

Sure enough, as they continued to make out Ash's hands went down to settle on her waist. They moved up, pushing the hem of the shirt he had lent her upward over her toned belly. Her already frantic heartrate started pounding even faster, and not just because he was undressing her. Why would that excite her? He had seen her naked plenty of times, had touched her naked plenty of times, one of them only a few hours ago!

But it wasn't just what he was doing, it was that he was the one doing it, and why he was doing it. Ash was finally claiming her. This was it; this was her beautiful surrender.

So of course she had to freeze up again.

Almost involuntarily her arms snapped around her chest as she tensed up, preventing the shirt from being brought up any further. She jerked her head back, lips pursed and eyes squeezed shut.

Ash stopped. "Misty?" he said in concern.

Do it! said May's voice. Let yourself be happy!

Don't do it! said the voice of her sisters. Don't be a little slut.

Do it!

Don't do it!

Do it!

Don't do it!

"Shut up," Misty growled, her arms still clenched around her chest.

"What?" Ash said. "I didn't say anything!"

"Mmmmmph!" Misty growled in frustration. She shook her head hard, trying to banish the voices, the doubts, and how scared she was. "Not you!"

"Uh…"

Darn it, she was just making things worse! "Don't stop," Misty said at last, forcing every word out through clenched teeth. "Don't. Let. Me. Stop. Do it."

"Are you sure? Because if-"

"Knock it off!" Misty cried, her voice cracking. "Don't you get it? I need you to do this! I told you, I need you to make me! So don't wimp out now, and don't let me wimp out, or I'll never be able to-"

Ash reached down and seized her wrists.

"-huh?"

Then, moving with such sudden swiftness that Misty couldn't even consider resisting, he pulled her arms away from her body and forced them up over her head.

"Huh?"

Releasing her hands, Ash again grabbed onto the hemline of her shirt and yanked it up, pulling it over her belly, baring her chest, and then her vision was obscured by the shirt. The next few moments were a confusion muddle as Ash struggled to pull the shirt up off her head and arms, but he got it, and she came free with a pop.

Ash pulled the shirt off of her arms and tossed it aside. Now naked from the waist up, Misty sat blushing in his lap, the cold underground air raising goosebumps on her bare skin, her nipples stiffening on her smooth and freckled chest.

It was those nipples that Ash turned his attention to. He reached down with both hands to cup her ass and pushed her up. Sensing what he wanted, Misty placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed up as well to help him, bringing her chest up to his mouth.

Ash leaned in and gave one of her nipples a quick lick, as if testing how she tasted. Just that brief warm and wet touch sent electric shivers over Misty's skin, and she pressed into him with a whimper. A moment later his lips closed fully around the hard nub, and he began suckling on it like a lollipop, his tongue dancing over the tip and running over the bumps of the surrounding areola.

"Harder," Misty whispered. "Bite it. Use your teeth."

Ash paused his sucking. "Hmmm?" he said around a mouthful of nipple.

"You won't hurt me. I don't think you can. Just…make me feel it. Make me feel you!"

Ash gave a slight little nod, and then his teeth came down, the hard tips pressing almost gently down around the little knob of flesh in his mouth, squishing it between them.

It actually did hurt a little, but she did not care, especially when Ash slid his hands back over her thighs, only to push them forward again through the leg holes of the boxers she was wearing so he could grasp her butt directly.

Moaning in ecstasy, Misty grabbed the back of his head with both hands, her fingers sinking into those disarrayed locks, and pulled him into her breast, letting him do what he wanted with his mouth. Her hips started moving of their own accord, thrusting back and forth in his hands. The tip of his stiff cock was pressing up into the crotch of her boxers, and she started needily grinding her horny crotch against it.

Then they both froze. Ash's rod had slipped inside the front flap of Misty's boxers and was nestling against the slit of Misty's moistening pussy. She could feel him throbbing with anticipation, twitching with every breath. Just a little more, and he would finally be inside of her. Just a little more…

Ash's hazy eyes locked with Misty's own. They both wanted this. They both needed this. Misty's body was aching with need, and she could feel Ash's desire in how his cock was pressing insistently into the softness of her groin, as if it would slide inside of its own accord.

Then Misty smiled. Biting down on her lower lip, she reached down to close her hand over his hardness, ready to give him that slight push the rest of the way. And this time, there would be no disastrous release of electricity to ruin things.

But as it turned out, Ash had other ideas.

Suddenly, he bucked his hips and lunged forward, taking Misty wholly by surprise. She fell back onto the top of the sleeping bag to find Ash crouching on top of her, his hands pushing down on her shoulders, eyes still staring into hers.

"A-Ash?" she stammered.

Ash swallowed noisily. Despite the cold, sweat drops dripped from the points of his hair to splatter on the sleeping bag around her. "You wa-wanted me to take you?" he said, his voice a shaky mixture of nerves and determination. "Claim you? Okay. I can…I mean, I will…"

The words died in his throat. Despite how much he wanted this, despite how resolute he was in following this through, he was still completely out of his depth, and they both knew it.

That was fine, though. As her trainer, she needed him to make her his own. But as his teacher, she had no problem in guiding him along the way.

Misty reached up with one hand to tenderly cup his burning cheek. "Then do it," she said.

Ash nodded once. "Okay," he whispered. "Okay."

Then he lowered himself down onto her.

…

May was terrified. Her heart was thundering away in her still-growing chest, her limbs trembling, and images of her living her remaining days as the slave to some underworld baron would not leave her mind. Even with the backup, this was far different from her other encounter with Team Rocket, and she knew it. That time had been a chance encounter; this time they had come hunting for her and her friends specifically.

She might not get out of this. She could very well end the night either enslaved to heartless criminals, ransomed back to her father, or even dead.

Still, bravery was not defined as the absence of fear, but the willingness to press on and fight despite that fear. And let it never be said that May was not brave.

She stood between Olivia and Roxanne, legs spread, fists cocked, and ready. The Sableye had banished the spotlight, so her body glowing with heat to give them some light to see. It wasn't enough to fully permeate the darkness though, and the sounds of Team Rocket's Pokemon were drawing nearer.

And then the three of them were swallowed up by choking black smoke.

"Oh, come on!" Roxanne coughed. "May!"

Both she and Olivia were doubled over and wheezing as the smoke clogged their throats and nostrils. Not May. She could breathe in smoke just fine, even if this wasn't the pure, clean smoke of a fire and instead smelled incredibly foul. But it was still effective in killing her line of sight.

"It's not me!" she said. "It's probably the Koffing!"

Then she heard Cassidy's mocking laughter. "That's right, brat! Now we can use your little tricks against you!"

"HA!" May screamed, shooting off a fireball in the direction of Cassidy's voice.

"SHI-" Then she heard the sound of scrambling. May smirked. Almost got her.

"Uh, did you just try to kill that lady?" Olivia asked.

"Yes," May said.

"Wow," Olivia said. "Um, hey, I know she's a bad person, but-"

"We can worry about the ethics of employing lethal force in a self-defense situation later!" Roxanne snapped. "For now, focus on the task at hand!"

"Okay, but I'm just saying-OW!"

Heat washed past May. Fire. Someone was shooting fire at Olivia.

The Houndour, it had to be.

But why use fire on Olivia? Surely Team Rocket had to know that she was a rock-type. Granted, her typing gave her a resistance to most of their Pokemon, but even so, that was real tactical error.

Then she felt Roxanne jerk, followed by the uncomfortably familiar chill of dark energy. Okay, that had to be the Sableye. Olivia was being attacked by the Houndour, Roxanne by the Sableye. Fortunately, that was both of Team Rocket's ranged fighters, and May was pretty good at close-combat. That is, unless that Koffing had something it could douse on her from above, which was unfortunately a very real possibility.

Then a sharp chill swept down May's spine, her PokeGirl instincts screaming that she was in immediate danger. That was the only warning she got.

She twisted around, pivoting to the side just as something small and dark flew past where her back had been. Even in the oppressive cloud of smoke billowing around them, she still saw the glint of gems.

Wait, what? Had the Sableye switched targets?

No matter. In one fluid movement, May twisted around yet again, bringing her hands up to fire flames after the Sableye. If she managed to hit it out of midair, then maybe she could take it out before-

And then something came spinning out of the dark to slam into the back of her head.

…

As Ash's body slowly descended onto Misty's trembling form, he found himself almost overwhelmed with the significance of what they were about to do.

Misty needed him more than anything in that moment, more than anyone had ever needed him. Despite still being a child herself, she was someone so used to always having to be the strong one, always having to withstand whatever life threw at her, always being under attack on all fronts, always having to take on burdens and responsibilities far beyond anything anyone her age ought to be enduring.

But now she needed someone else to be the strong one for once, someone to take her away from all of that, someone to take the control she was swiftly seeing slip away, someone to protect and love her in a way no one else ever had.

It was something of a cruel irony that the only person she had to do that for her was Ash.

Ash was no one special. Whatever power he might hold over her by virtue of being her trainer had been a total accident, owing to him almost getting her killed and having no other way of saving her life. Much like Pokemon themselves, PokeGirls were only supposed to be caught after defeating them in a Pokemon battle, so that their trainers had already proven them of being strong and worthy enough to become their masters.

Ash hadn't done that. Ash wasn't even allowed to try. He was also still a kid, and whatever hardships he had suffered paled in comparison to hers.

But in that moment it didn't matter. He was all there was. He was all she had. And it fell upon him to take control of this beautiful, terrified, hotheaded, conflicted, infuriating, brilliant, impulsive, frustrating, wonderful, and utterly twisted up little girl. And by all the stars in Arceus's eyes, he was going to be who she needed.

Plus, she was also super hot, and he had been wanting to have sex with her basically since they had first met, so there was that.

Every contradiction about Misty was laid bare beneath him, from the softness of her skin to the hardness of her muscles, from the power he could see sparkling behind her eyes to how she was trembling in vulnerability. She was strong enough to kill him right there and then, and yet was trusting him to possess her. And that confusion only made him want her more.

They kissed again, all soft sighs and eager moans while their mouth smacked against each other. His tongue flickered out to slide through her lips, brushing against her teeth Her arms came up, one crossing over his back to grab a handful of his shirt, while the other dug into his hair to seize the back of his head.

His penis was still jabbing out of the front slit of his underwear. One would think that, after everything that had happened that day, he would have been wrung dry, but no, he was now harder than he had ever been in his life. Which, granted, wasn't saying much, but the throbbing was now so strong it was almost painful.

"Misty, I'm…" he murmured into her mouth. "I'm gonna…stick it…"

She sighed out a soft laugh, her warm breath tickling his lip and nose. "Stop narrating and do it, already."

Ash nodded once. Then he reached down with one hand to grip his hardness. Then he slowly maneuvered it forward, finding the front slit of the boxers he had lent Misty and sliding it through.

Her fleshy lower lips were again moist and swollen, and his dick found itself laid up against the slit in between.

"Get it nice and wet," Misty said to him. "Before you put it in."

"S-Sure thing." Ash swallowed hard and did just that, rubbing it back and forth, smearing his erection with as much of her pussy juices as possible.

Okay.

Here went everything.

Taking a deep breath, he moved his hips back, letting the cockhead slide into place. Still grasping it with his hand, he moved it around until the tip found her eagerly twitching entrance.

Once he had found it, he slowly began to push forward.

"MMMPPHHHH!" Misty let out a strangled-sounding cry through her nose, her teeth sinking down onto her lower lip as her head jerked back. Ash fully agreed. Inch by inch he slid forward, his small, boyish cock enveloping itself with her warmth.

He had thought that her hand had felt amazing, but that was nothing compared to how her mouth had felt that morning. But even that was now being blown out of the water by the gloriousness of having him inside her girlish pussy, their two immature sexes finally connecting. Ash found himself shivering hard in her arms, overwhelmed as much by the powerful emotions as he was by the unbelievable pleasure. But he wasn't about to stop now. He burrowed his face into where her neck met her shoulder and kept pushing forward.

Deeper and deeper he went, eliciting small cries and cute little gasps from her. He didn't think he could have gotten any more hard than he already was, but hearing her react like that to him somehow found a way to stiffen him up just a little more. Her legs came up around him to entwine over his butt, locking him in. Not that he would ever want to pull out. He was going to see this through to the end.

Which…might end up being a lot sooner than either of them would have liked, if he wasn't careful.

His penis was now like a stick of dynamite infused with gunpower, ready to blow. Gritting his teeth, he came to a stop, halfway inside her and halfway out as his erection twitched and throbbed against her inner walls.

"A-Ash?" she stammered. "What's…What's, um-"

"Easy," he groaned. "Just…trying to…make it last."

Misty snorted in laughter, which, okay, cute, but it also made her tighten around him. Ash couldn't help but squeak as he threw every bit of willpower into keeping himself from cumming right then and there.

He stayed in place, still with her arms and legs wrapped around him, waiting for his loins to calm down just enough for him to continue.

"Oh God, Ash," Misty whimpered.

"What?" he gasped. "What?"

"I can…I can feel you. So much. I can feel you."

The puzzlement of that statement was actually enough to draw Ash a bit further from the edge. Feel him? Of course she could feel him! He was lying on top of her with half of his penis currently burrowing into her vagina!

"Huh?"

Misty giggled again, her bare stomach rippling beneath him. "After, um, you know. After everything I've shoved in there and everything May's shoved in there, I didn't know if…you know, if it would be the same." She slowly breathed out. "But man, do I feel it!"

"Oh." Ash chuckled a little as well. "Well, um, good? Glad I can be…" His mind raced for the appropriate adjective, but that part of his brain was barely functioning at that point. "Well, glad you like it."

Then his face scrunched up and he started pushing forward again.

Even erect, Ash was still a kid and didn't have much in the way of length, but he felt like his cock must be several feet long for as long as it was taking to get it fully inside of her. Sweat dripped down his brow as he gritted his teeth and keep sliding inward, trying to keep the heat raging inside his loins from erupting before it was time. Almost there, almost there…

Then his smooth little balls squished against her thighs. He was fully inside of her.

"Oh," Misty breathed. "Oh."

Ash nodded. "Yeah."

They lay there for a time, their hearts racing against each other's chests. Ash wondered how close he was to reaching her womb. Did it even work like that? Fourth grade sex ed was a little lacking in that department.

"So," Misty said at last. "You're finally inside of me." She reached up to playfully take his nose in between her finger and thumb and waggle his face back and forth. "Congratulations!"

Ash snorted back giggles. "Um, yeah. T-Took me long enough, huh?"

Misty shot him a look. "Ash. We met like a little over week ago."

"Oh. Right."

It was actually kind of nice, just lying there on top of her, his cock lying nestled inside of her groin, having it be encased in her warmth.

"So, um," she said at last. "Aren't you gonna, you know, continue?"

"Right!" Ash hoisted himself up, propping himself up on his elbows. "So…What do I do now?"

Misty's eyes just about bulged out of their sockets. "Seriously?"

Oh God, the anxiousness was coming back. "Yes! I've never done this before! You have!"

Groaning, Misty slapped a hand across her face. "Ash, I've had sex with May. May is a girl! The techniques are totally different!"

"Well…"

"And what are you talking about, 'you've never done this before'? You literally had sex with May this afternoon!"

Oh. Right. That. It spoke to the sort of day Ash was having how that whole business could have escaped his memory. "Um, actually…we didn't."

As he was currently lying on top of her, Ash had a clear view of Misty's face, and thus had an up-close and personal view of all the emotions she shifted through once he said that. First was a lack of understanding, followed soon by utter confusion, then there was the first trickle of comprehension, which quickly morphed into utter disbelief. "Wait, really?"

Ash sighed. All of this arguing was starting to soften him up a little. "Yes, really!"

Now Misty was just totally flabbergasted. "You two were literally lying naked in bed together! What, did you just play strip poker and leave it at that?"

"No! I mean, we still…did things, but she didn't want me, um, going…inside that part of her." Ash winced. "Because she said you ought to be the first one to do that."

Whatever it was that May had expected Misty to feel about having Ash's virginity saved for her specifically clearly wasn't being felt, as she just groaned out loud in frustration and clapped both hands over her face. "Ugh! Seriously? I specifically wanted her to…" Then she lowered her hands as her eyes went wide. "Wait, what did you do, then?"

Fortunately, those memories were the sort that Ash really did not mind reliving at all. "Uh, she did a really sexy dance while taking off her clothes." As May's gyrating butt and cupped breasts danced in his mind, his deflating penis began to twitch. "Then she, um, undressed me and started rubbing me while humping my leg." The warmth of May's hand wasn't too dissimilar to the inside of Misty's pussy. Less wet, but the similarities were there, and were very pleasant. "Then she threw me on the bed and squished her boobs around my penis." He smiled. "That was nice. Then she gave me a blowjob. And then she had me rub it between her thighs, and then I rubbed it between her buttcheeks." Now Ash had swollen up back to full strength inside of Misty. "Yeah."

Despite being once again filled up, Misty was still looking rather incredulous. "That's…basically having sex."

Ash shrugged. Honestly, the technicalities of PokeGirl culture were a mystery to him. "Well…"

Then Misty sighed. "But still. Good grief, May! I was trying to…" Another sigh, followed by an exasperated groan as she clutched at her own hair. "Oh, she figured it out. Of course she figured it out." Then the frustration seemed to melt from her, and she actually started to chuckle a little. "Well, touché."

"Huh?"

Smiling, Misty reached up to drape her arms around Ash's neck and back. Her chin angled up, lifting her soft lips to brush sweetly against Ash's. "May can be kind of frustrating sometimes, but that was still pretty, well, sweet of her."

"Oh," Ash said. "So…you're not mad?"

Misty gave him a look.

"Right. Well, uh, good!" Then Ash pushed himself up just enough to peer down the gap between their bodies to see the place where they were now joined. "But, um, about what happens next…"

Rolling her eyes, Misty said, "Ash. If you rubbed your dick between her thighs, then that's basically the same thing. Thrust it in and out!"

Right! Right. Of course that was the next part. Ash already knew that, it's just that when you're actually inside of a pretty girl it's really hard to remember important information. Honestly, it was something of a small miracle that he could still recall his own name.

But how to do it? Did he just start humping his thighs and hope things would, um, slide smoothly? Did he back up a little and lift up her legs? Was he supposed to hold onto something? When he did the thing with May, she had been on her hands and knees in front of him, giving him her butt to hold onto. Maybe Misty would shift her position around if he asked her nicely-

"Okay!" Misty said suddenly. "This is taking too long!"

Before Ash could ask her what she meant, her hips suddenly thrust up, bucking him off.

…

Team Rocket's reputation tended to be somewhat mixed. They were certainly notorious, and feared by those in the know, but lately the public exploits of a certain duo of dumbasses had given them less of a stellar impression among the common masses. This was, as Cassidy had recently learned, entirely deliberate, a way of encouraging people to underestimate them and take eyes off of their true purposes. A wise move, even if it did rankle that their organization was now thought of as being incompetent.

Because they weren't incompetent. Before that infuriating training exercise, Cassidy and Butch had been deadly effective at their job. They functioned quite well as a team, each of them bringing out the other's better qualities while covering for each other's weaknesses. And of the two of them, Butch was the planner, the one who thought ahead, the one who saw ways things could potentially go wrong and had contingencies at the ready.

And one strategy that Butch had suggested was, in case the ruse with the police uniforms didn't work and they had to resort to force, to lead in only with the Pokemon that the brats had already encountered. Give them who they expected to see, who they had already beaten. Maybe let the idiot contribute with his Koffing to mix it up, but keep Butch's Pokemon back until it was time to take them by surprise.

And in that regard, Butch's trump card gave him one hell of a hand.

Poocheyna, as wild and vicious as Cassidy's Houndour was methodical.

Mankey, a savage ball of rage that Butch had taken great pains to train into an utterly lethal force of destruction.

And finally, Hitmontop, both precise and unpredictable, ready to turn into a whirlwind of violence at her master's command.

All three had been summoned out as soon as they had entered the cave but kept out of sight, ready to leap in and overwhelm their prey.

Of course, having Pewter City Gym Leader's PokeGirls show up and all of the bus's passengers jump to the brats' defense had thrown a wrench into things. Not even Butch had seen that coming. But then things had balanced themselves out when the little spiky-headed twerp that had nearly given Cassidy a concussion unleashed something he obviously couldn't control, and in the chaos that followed, things had fallen back into Team Rocket's favor.

Now the little fire brat was isolated from most of her allies, with only the two big PokeGirls to help her. The three of them were trapped beneath the earth in the dark, outnumbered and outgunned.

And that was where Cassidy came in.

If Butch's primary strength came in preplanning, Cassidy was best on thinking on her feet, on improvising on the fly. Of course, teaming with Jessie hadn't given her much opportunity to demonstrate that, as the sort of chaos that Jessie created was so idiotic that Cassidy often had trouble adapting. But now, as they had their prey surrounded and on the defensive, Cassidy saw an opportunity appearing.

Even outnumbered as they were, the two rock-typed PokeGirls were a problem. They were strong, well-trained, and according to what Cassidy had heard, already experienced in dealing with Team Rocket. If it was just the two of them alone, then they would present a very tough challenge.

But it wasn't. They had a third member on their team, one that was more of a liability than an asset. The fire-typed kid was the wildcard in all of this: brave and enthusiastic, but reckless and inexperienced. And the two older PokeGirls would naturally be looking to protect her. That would keep them on the defensive and make them hesitant to take initiative against Team Rocket.

Which worked out perfectly for Cassidy.

When she, Butch, and James had pursued the trio down into the depths of the Earth, she had worked out a strategy: use the canines to keep the two big PokeGirls distracted, divert the brat's attention, and then isolate her from the two others. That would make her easy pickings and knock her older allies off of their game.

And aside from nearly getting toasted by that brat's fireball (whoops), things unfolded perfectly.

Houndour and Poocheyna's dual flame and dark attacks did their jobs in holding the Pewter City PokeGirls' attention, just as expected. Sableye's feint drew the fire brat's full ire, as expected. As such, no one saw Butch's Hitmontop coming.

True to her name, the spinning fighting-type knocked the kid sprawling, well outside of the protective wall that her older allies had formed. Taken by surprise, the warm glow around her body was extinguished, taking her out of the other two's line of sight.

But not out of Team Rocket's.

Smiling maliciously, Cassidy watched as the fire brat scramble to her feet in the dark, hyperventilating in terror as she tried to anticipate where the next attack was coming. Unfortunately, she was searching high when she should have been focusing low.

Working in tandem, Sableye and Raticate both darted in, slashing at her legs with their claws. The two of them held a deep grudge against the kid and would no doubt have loved to have pressed their attacks, but Cassidy had been quite adamant on getting in and getting out as quickly as possible.

That way, when the fire brat fell to her knees with a delicious cry of pain, Meowth could dart in with his own claws for her face. The acoustics of the cave amplified her shriek quite satisfyingly.

"May!" she heard the bigger of the two rock-typed PokeGirls cry out. "Teach, come on! We got to save her!"

Naturally, the two big PokeGirls rushed toward the sound of the fire brat's screams, just as Butch and Cassidy had anticipated. It had been Butch to come up with the next part, reasoning that they were probably used to their highly ranked trainer calling the shots and wouldn't be used to fighting on the fly on their own. As such, after being under attack by fire and shadow and already being aware of normal and poison, they would not see what would happen next coming.

The two began to charge toward the sound of the kid's voice, but as they did, Houndour and Poocheyna both backed off.

And that was when Butch's other Pokemon made their move.

Hitmontop and Mankey both leapt into action, Hitmontop battering the bigger of the two with a flurry of kicks while Mankey pummeled the smaller one with an onslaught of strikes, chops, and uppercuts. Now suddenly under attack and at a type disadvantage, they were forced to stop and defend themselves, but not before taking a significant amount of damage.

Which was the signal for the next part of the plan.

Now on the ground writhing in pain and with her two protectors kept busy, the fire brat was unable to defend herself. At this point, there was a litany of things that Team Rocket could do to her. Sableye, Meowth, and Raticate were all nearby and would be more than happy to tear at her with their claws and teeth, and Houndour and Poocheyna were also on hand.

But that would only wound her, and even with things going so splendidly, the chance of escape still existed.

No, they needed to hurt her, to give her something that would stick.

Out of the darkness slithered Jessie's Ekans, her flickering tongue and sharp nostrils guiding her toward her trembling prey. Back when she had fought the fire brat in the PokeCenter, she had come close to injecting her full of her venom, only to be stopped thanks to some quick thinking on the part of the brat's dumbass boyfriend.

But there would be no such save here.

Ekans struck, sinking her fangs into the kid's bleeding calf. Cassidy allowed herself a warm smile as a second shriek filled the air, this one even more shrill. She loved it when a plan came together.

…

Panting with animalistic desire, Misty twisted her and Ash's bodies around, pulling him down and shoving him to his back while came up on top of him. The sudden motion nearly dislodged his dick out from inside her, but she clamped down with her inner muscles and refused to let it go. If she had her way, she would never allow it to leave her.

Now their positions were reversed, Ash lying flat on his back with Misty hunched over on top of him, her bare ass resting on his thighs and her hands planted on his shoulders. Ash had done really great so far, pushing and controlling her in the way that she needed. But his inexperience was still showing, and she desperately needed for both of them to cum right now!

"M-Misty?" Ash stammered, his dark eyes wide with apprehension and lust.

Misty's shoulders were rising and falling with every slow and shaking breath, her untied hair hanging around her eyes like a wedding veil. This wasn't the first time she had been in this position. She had ridden May cowgirl-style before, impaled on the strap-on that Misty had acquired through discrete methods. But as fun as that had been, that little rubber shaft had never filled her so completely in the way Ash did. It was like she had finally found the key to her lock, a perfect fit that belonged in her.

She wiggled her hips around, enjoying how he shifted and throbbed deep within her. Then she slowly leaned back, taking her hands from his shoulders, legs folded up on the sleeping bag to either side. To her delight, Ash reached up to grab her hips, just as he should.

Smiling down at him, Misty reached down to give the back of his hands a small caress. And then she began to bounce.

Misty moved slowly, carefully, rising and falling only little bit. Ash was still very new to this, and she wanted this to last as long as possible for the both of them. But even that gentle movement was lighting up every inch of her. If her body was indeed an electrical grid, then it was like that grid was being pumped with enough juice to power a city. She bit down hard on her lower lip, stifling the moans and whimpers. One of her hands slid up her thigh and waist to pinch one rock-hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger while the other came down to slip into her boxers and between her legs to press down on her throbbing clitoris.

"Misty," Ash groaned. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh of her hips, squeezing in with all of his might. "I don't…I don't know…"

"Hold on," Misty whispered. Oh, this was pure bliss, just pure, unadulterated bliss. It was like he was scrubbing out her entire insides, just wiping her clean. "As long. As you…as you can."

Ash let out a strangled cry, and his penis suddenly jerked hard. Well, it was time. Misty braced herself for the explosion.

But then, before he finally came, Ash heaved his hips, pushing Misty up and shoving her back. Yelping in surprise, Misty found herself again on her back, Ash hovering over her, again in the dominant position.

…

A Mankey? These criminals had a Mankey?

Roxanne hated Mankeys! They were fairly common in the fields that bordered Viridian Forest, and as such young trainers often picked them up to give them an edge over Brock, which meant that they were a constant pain, more than other common counters. You could snatch up boulders to block jets of water, snatch lashing vines out of the air, and evade blasts of sunlight.

But fighting-types got up close and personal, quickly pounding their way through their opponent's defenses. Roxanne's stony hide and high defense meant nothing to those powerful strikes and throws, and she had often come away with battles with black eyes, ringing ears, and a lot of difficulty catching her breath.

However, Mankeys were the worst, and not just because she had to fight them the most. At least Pokemon belonging to the Machop and Hitmon families had innate skill and precision, often content to do what needed to be done in order to win and nothing more. Mankeys were little fuzzy balls of pure rage and spite, often sadistically going beyond their trainers' orders to inflict as much pain as possible as quickly as they could.

But as Roxanne hastily tried to deflect the hurricane of blows raining upon her, she realized that she was dealing with something even worse. This Mankey was also a fuzzy little ball of rage and spite, yes, but unlike the freshly caught ones she normally dealt with, this one had actually been properly trained. This one knew what it was doing.

Shit.

Again and again the strikes came, each one lightning-fast and swiftly followed by another. Roxanne deflected them the best she could, but she was being worn down. The Mankey was driving her back, step-by-step. This couldn't continue like this. She needed to change the game somehow, she needed an edge, she needed-

And then May screamed again, and Roxanne's heart just about stopped.

"Get away from me!" she shrieked, driving her fist at where she approximated the Mankey's hairy face was. It neatly dodged, and then leapt up to wrap all four of its gangly limbs around her arm.

This had been its first mistake, and thankfully, Roxanne did not need for it to make a second.

"Get! Off! Of! Me!" Roxanne roared as she slammed her forearm into the stony ground again and again. Fortunately, fighting-types might be effective against rock-types like herself, but they had no natural resistance to her power. And it was now quite literally caught between a very angry rock and a very hard place. "You! Dis! Gust! Ting! Piece! Of! Gar! Bage! Of! A-"

The Mankey's limbs disengaged, and it lay limp.

That ought to have been enough. Roxanne had successfully subdued the creature, and now she ought to go rescue May. Besides, she wasn't one to give into such petty notions like revenge. She had worked as a middle-school substitute teacher, after all! Her self-control was impeccable!

But she was stuck in a cave far beneath the earth fighting the same criminals that had tried to take her family away from her, so who cared? Besides, she didn't want to risk having it pop back up later, right?

So she reeled her right leg back and slammed her foot into the little hairball as hard as she could. She could not see, so she could not tell how far it flew or where it landed, nor did she care.

"Gotcha!" she heard Olivia say. This was followed by the sound of something struggling.

And that was followed by the meaty sound of a punch, which in turn was followed by the whooshing sound of something being thrown very hard.

"Olivia?" Roxanne said.

"It's okay, I got rid of the whatever it was! Man, did it have a lot of feet!"

"Good! Now let's go-"

And then powerful jaws lined with sharp teeth closed around the same arm that the Mankey had been clinging to.

White-hot pain cut through Roxanne like a lance. Her flesh was tough enough to keep from having her bones crushed, but the teeth still pierced the skin. Damn it!

As Roxanne struggled with the growling thing holding onto her arm, she heard Olivia cry, "Um, Teach? Something's biting me! It feels like a dog!"

"Me too!" Teach pounded onto the thing's skull with her other fist. She heard a yipe, and the grip on her arm loosened. "Olivia, coconut time!"

"Got it!"

Roxanne managed to yank her bleeding arm out of the dog's jaws, and then grabbed it by the scruff of its neck. Lifting it up, she swung it in the direction of Olivia's voice.

Fortunately, the two of them were as precise as ever, as Olivia had been doing the same thing with her own canine assailant. There was a loud impact as the skulls of the two dogs cracked together, followed by the two of them yelping in pain.

Then the one Roxanne was holding lay still.

"Okay, dogs are done!" Olivia said as the two of them tossed the canines aside. "Now let's go save May!"

They still couldn't see, but May's screaming was hard to miss, and they charged in her direction, fists cocked and ready for a fight.

And then Roxanne's well-honed instincts screamed at her to punch and to punch now. Not bothering to question it, she swung one fist into the darkness, hoping it would be enough.

Her knuckles slammed into something hard and smooth, like a pane of thick glass. It cracked under the force of the blow, and then was sent sailing off, screaming in a harsh and gargling voice.

"SAAAABLLLLEEEYYYEEE!"

A moment later she heard a sharp hiss of pain. "Ah!" Olivia cried. "I just stepped on the Ekans!"

"Kick it!" Roxanne ordered.

"On it!" This was followed by the meaty sound of an impact.

"H-Help," May groaned out of the dark. She was very close.

Roxanne knelt down and reached down with her hands, finding May's trembling form. "Just hang on," she said. "I got-"

And then two pairs of claws dug painfully into both of her arms.

"Oh, no yah dun't!" hissed that weird talking Meowth. "I'm gonna rip yah-"

Roxanne jerked her arms away and seized both the Meowth and the Raticate by their thick, furry heads and shoved her hands together, smashing their skulls together just as she and Olivia had done with the dogs. Then she tossed them aside as well.

A moment later she felt a large and heavy presence at her side. She almost took a swing, but then she recognized the sound of Olivia's voice.

"Okay!" her partner said, grabbing May off the ground. "I got her! Let's go!"

Olivia took Roxanne's hand, and the three of them fled into the dark, putting as much distance between their would-be kidnappers and themselves as possible. Behind them, she heard the three Grunts angrily arguing.

"James, don't just stand there," the woman snapped. "Do something!"

"You told me to have Koffing blind them and stay out of the way, and that you would stomp my face in if I did anything else! Now you want me to take the lead? Make up your mind!"

"Obviously the situation's changed! Hit them with a sludge bomb or something!

"Koffing doesn't even know sludge bomb! Fine, I'll use poison gas!"

"No, you idiot! We're still here! You'll poison us too!"

"This is stupid!" snapped the other man. "Hitmontop! You're still up! Go after them!"

"Um…Hitmontop?" said a distinctly Pokemon voice.

"Butch, it doesn't have night-vision. It can't see where they are!"

"What? Hitmontop, they went that way! No, that way! Ugh, follow my voice and get over here, and I'll point you in the right direction!"

"Good thing they're dysfunctional," Olivia murmured as they kept running.

Roxanne didn't reply. Dysfunctional or not, the moment they got their act together they would be a threat again.

…

This was it.

Ash was on his knees, Misty sprawled out before him, both of her legs held in his arms, their groins still melded together.

This was it.

Clearly startled by his sudden initiative, Misty gawked up at him, her brilliant emerald eyes wide, her lovely mouth hanging open in shock.

This was it.

However, as their gazes locked, Misty seemed to understand. She smiled, winked, and then lay back, resting her head down.

This was it!

Keeping as good a grip on her legs as he could, Ash hoisted her in snugly against him and began to thrust, humping his thighs against her, his balls smacking against her butt, his slick shaft sliding in and out of the slick warmth of her inner canals.

When May had squeezed his dick between her thighs and pussy, he had been convinced that this had to be what making love truly felt like, that actually being inside of a girl couldn't be much different. But it was. He couldn't explain it, but the electricity passing between them (fortunately not literal this time) was so much sharper, making him feel all that more alive.

But even as he continued to thrust in and out of her, he still tried to hold off that final climax for as long as he could, to keep the bliss from ending. But now the heat had built up so much that it was starting to hurt, the pressure pounding away in his skull. Even then he didn't want it to end.

Then he reached the point where he could hold it back no longer. It was time.

"Okay," he panted. "It's…I'm gonna…"

"Go ahead," Misty murmured. Her eyes had rolled fully back, her tongue hanging out, one hand shoved down beneath the waistband of her boxes and frantically rubbing her clit and vaginal lips with one hand while the fingers of the other were gripping the fabric of the sleeping bag. "Cum for me. Cum in me. Make me yours."

Ash gave a quick, jerking nod. Then his head was thrown back involuntarily and he cried out in ecstasy as all the heat that they had been stoking, as the pressure that had been building, as the explosion that had been growing finally erupted, all of it shooting out of him and into her.

The overwhelming force of the orgasm utterly blew his mind, and Ash nearly whited out, aware of nothing but the heat he was pumping into this gorgeous little girl's adorable body. She was cumming too, her inner walls clamping down on him, eagerly drinking up every drop. She twisted and writhed, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as a shrill shriek sang through her nose, sort of like a teakettle.

But even so, as much as Ash found himself dissolving into the moment, something felt…different about this time. He had cum before into both Misty and May's mouths, into their hands, into Yellow's, and into his own. This time had a little something extra. It was stronger, yes, but also…warmer. And…gooier? Like something actually was being pumped out of him into her.

Then Misty gasped. "Ash, did you just ejaculate?"

Ash's eyes snapped open. Misty had propped herself up on her elbows and forearms, head inclined to stare down where their bodies were joined. The two locked eyes for a moment, and then Ash slowly lowered her legs down and withdrew, his softening penis sliding out of her.

As expected, it was absolutely drenched in her fluids. However, there was something more, a little dribble of something milky-white, hanging off the tip.

"You did!" Misty cheered, sitting up on her knees and pumping one first into the air. "Ash, you came! Like, for real!"

I did, Ash thought numbly. Wow. He just had sex. He ejaculated for the first time. He had become a man!

Then he looked down at his rapidly shrinking, baby-smooth cock and the complete lack of hair surrounding it. Well, maybe not a man, but even so, this was a big-

"I WANT THE REST OF IT!" Misty cried. Before Ash had any idea of what was happening, she had pounced, throwing herself at his crotch and taking his penis into her mouth. From there she began to suck and slurp. Hard.

"Ah!" Ash threw his head back with a pained cry as he gripped Misty's and tried to push her off of him. "M-Misty! Still…sensitive!"

Thankfully Misty came to her senses. "Oh!" she cried as she pushed herself away from him. "Sorry! Sorry! I lost my head there!"

Nodding and grimacing, Ash clamped his hand down over his poor, aching dick. Oh, that had hurt.

"Are you okay?" Misty looked utterly distraught. "I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean to lose control like that, I swear!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Ash grunted. The aching was fortunately subsiding. "Just…really sensitive." He let go of his penis and pushed it back into his boxers. "Whew."

Misty breathed out. "Man, I did not expect that. Just a couple drops of semen made me lose my mind."

Ash's brow rose. "Wow, did it really taste that good?"

Misty smiled wistfully. "It…felt so good inside of me. And all of a sudden, I just wanted more." She shook her head and chuckled. "Wow. PokeGirl instincts, am I right?"

Wow indeed. "Do you think I'll be able do it again?"

"Oh, I so dearly hope so," Misty said with a happy sigh.

Ash scratched his head. As cool as that had been, it did bring up another potential problem. "Uh, I guess after I've released you, we should…look into getting some of those…those balloon things." When Misty stared blankly at him, he tried to clarify. "You know, the gloves for your penis?"

"Condoms?"

Ash snapped his fingers. "Yes! Those!"

"Why?"

Ash winced. "Well, wh-when you're not a PokeGirl anymore, you can…I don't want to get you pregnant!"

Misty blinked. Then the corner of her mouth curled up. "Um, Ash? I think we still have a few more years before we have to start worrying about that. I haven't even had my period yet."

"Your what?"

"Puberty, Ash! My body's not ready for that sort of thing." Then she giggled. "Actually, seeing how you just ejaculated for the first time, you're probably ahead of me on that account!"

"Oh." Now that he thought about it, he did feel a little foolish. "Right."

Then Misty sat down on a rock with a sigh. "Besides, I'm not sure…"

"Huh?"

Hunching over with her head bowed and her arms resting on her knees, Misty said, "Tell you what. Let's put a pin in the whole releasing me thing, and talk about it again when we get back to my gym." She growled. "Because it's still mine. Don't care what those lousy papers say. If they want it, fine. But they are going to pay for it, and pay hard!"

Ash started. "Wait, you might stay this way? I thought you hated being a PokeGirl!"

"It's starting to grow on me," Misty said with a shrug. Then she looked up at him and smiled. "We'll see! We'll see."

Wow. All this time, Ash had come to accept that having Misty as his PokeGirl was only temporary, and he wasn't going to get to enjoy it like most trainers did. Even if things worked out as well as he and May hoped, the best he had expected was that Misty would still come along and be his lover, but as a normal human kid.

But if she was rethinking being released, if she might actually stay a PokeGirl, then that would be interesting.

His mind flashed back to when he had first gotten to know Misty and May, when they had made plans to travel together and Misty had been fully on board with being his PokeGirl. Now they were coming back to that plan, which meant both of them would be quite open to having lots and lots of, well, fun. May had already made it clear that she was down for anything Ash wanted to do at any time. And if Misty ended up having the same mindset, then that sounded...

Actually, it sounded kind of terrifying. Clearly was going to have his work cut out for him.

Then Misty coughed. "Um, we'd…better get some rest. We've got a long journey ahead of us."

"Right," Ash said with a nod. Then he frowned. They had just had sex. Surely they ought to say something about that. "But that was…"

Then Misty's eyes turned downright dreamy. "…one of the most beautiful moments in my entire life," she said with a happy sigh.

Ash couldn't contain his excitement at hearing that. "Really?!"

"Really, really," Misty said with a nod. "I get it now." She drew her palm down her bare belly. "That was incredible." Then she leaned in to softly kiss his lips. "Thank you."

Say something, you idiot! "Uh, me too!" Ash exclaimed, all the while painfully aware of how dorky he sounded. "It was one of the best moments in my life too. Yeah."

Then he winced. Smooth, Ashley. Real smooth.

Fortunately, Misty didn't seem put off by how cringey he was acting. If anything, she seemed to be charmed. "You have had quite the day," she murmured, draping her arms over his shoulders. "First blowjob in the morning, first badge in the afternoon, and losing your virginity right before bed! And that's not getting to everything you and May did. Or getting attacked by Team Rocket. Or getting your third Pokemon. Or getting stranded deep beneath the mountain. Or…" Then her brow knitted together in a frown. "Wow, this day has been insane."

Huh, it really had been. Still, at least it was ending on the highest of notes. "I'm glad you're coming with me," Ash said, laying his hands on her hips.

Misty smirked. "Was that a pun? Because I did just kind of 'cum' with you."

Ash snorted. "Uh, no. Not intended."

Sighing, Misty leaned forward to rest her head against his neck and shoulder, letting him draw his arms together behind her back. "Well, now that we've finally got that out of our systems, you do know you're going to have two wild PokeGirls to take care of from now on, right?"

"Oh." Ash blinked in realization. "So…that's happening then?"

Misty giggled. "Duh. Heck, May's going to want to ride you the moment we find her. Better start eating lots of protein! You are going to need that stamina!"

The two of them dissolved into exhausted giggles. Wow, he really did have a lot to prepare for! May had been itching for the go-ahead to get him inside of her, and would no doubt be thrilled to learn what had just…

That line of thought died in Ash's head, along with his good feelings. He had just been reminded of the one thing the two of them had been trying hard not to think about, that their party was one name short, and they had no idea where she was or how she was doing. And judging how Misty's body was tensing up in his arms, she was probably thinking the same thing.

"Hey," he said, trying to reassure her with confidence that he did not feel. "Don't worry. I'm sure she's fine."

Misty sighed. "She came down to find us. I know she did."

"Well, maybe those two PokeGirls stopped her! I mean, they're both big and strong and grown-up! They can handle her!"

Misty didn't answer. She didn't need to. Both of them knew full well how untrue that was.

"Well, maybe they went with her to look after her," Ash amended.

"I hope so," Misty said. She drew back from him with a sigh, her eyes lowered. "She's just…she's so dependent on me. Being separated from me like this…isn't good for her." She swallowed. "And I have to admit, it's not good for me either. She was all I had for a long while."

"Look, I'm sure she's fine!" Ash said. "We'll find her. Besides, she's one of the strongest people I know. If anyone can conquer this mountain, then it's her!"

…

"Ow!"

Shaking off that stinging impact, Olivia weaved around the pillar of stone she had just ran face first into and took off again.

Only to smack right into a stalactite.

"Ow!"

"Stop running into things!" Teach hissed.

"I can't help it! It's pitch-black down here!"

The two had been running hand-in-hand for a while, May's prone form thrown over Olivia's shoulder. While both of them were fast and tough, it was…rough going. Neither of them could see anything and it seemed that every few feet was a wall or a rock to run right into.

Still, they were finding their way the best they could. At least Team Rocket hadn't caught up. Yet.

"Ugh…" May groaned as she shivered. Olivia swallowed. May's condition was really worrying her. She hadn't said much since being picked up and was trembling hard. And given that Ekans had been around her, Olivia would bet dollars to rice balls that she was suffering from poison. Not good, not good at all.

"Hang on, kid," Olivia said, giving May's rump a pat. "We're going to get you to safety, I promise."

Then Roxanne said, "Olivia! A wall! I can feel a wall!"

Olivia sighed. "Uh, that's great, Teach. But a wall's not really going to help-"

"It opens up! There's…Okay, there's a fairly narrow opening into another cavern! We can get through and block it up!"

Though no one could see it, Olivia's face lit up in the dark. But then she was struck with a thought. "But what if we end up trapping ourselves?"

"Then we'll dig our way out! Come on, this stuff is easy for us!"

That was true enough. "All right, let's go!"

Leading Olivia by the hand, Roxanne pulled her through the cavern entrance she had found. Roxanne was able to slip through without much difficulty, but Olivia was taller, curvier, and had a sick kid draped over her shoulder, making it a tight fit.

"Er…" she grumbled, trying to squeeze through. "Damn it, my tits are stuck."

"Try leading with your butt!"

"Um…" Sticking her rump out, Olivia tried scooting backward, but that didn't work either. "No, too wide. Hey, take the kid. This'll take some work."

She passed May forward into Teach's hands. Once the girl was through, Olivia took a deep breath and then shoved herself forward.

It was not an easy fit. Grumbling under her breath, Olivia tried twisting herself this way and that to squeeze through, but she was being defeated by her own curves. Especially problematic were her boobs, which kept getting caught.

"This is so undignified," she sighed. "Okay, almost there, almost there…"

With a final grunt, she finally managed to shove herself all the way through the narrow crack, popping through to the other side. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing that popped through, as the studs on her leather bra caught on a jagged chunk of stone. A moment later there was a ripping sound, and her chest was suddenly breathing the free air.

"Oops! Lost my top!"

"Forget it! You'll live! Now move!"

Hearing Roxanne grunt as she lifted what was undoubtedly a heavy boulder off the ground Olivia hastily rolled out of the way. There was the grinding of stone being pressed against stone as Roxanne blocked up the entrance, and then the two of them fell into silence and waited. Outside, they heard Team Rocket continue to run and argue amongst themselves as they ran past, seemingly not noticing the hastily blocked-up crack in the wall.

"Well, that was close," Olivia said at last, long after they were gone.

Roxanne shivered against her. "They're be back. And when they find out where we are, that stupid Raticate will just chew its way in."

"Then we'd better be ready for them when they do." Olivia turned her head. "Uh, May? You still here with us, kid?"

There was a worrying silence, and then May said in a small voice, "Here."

"Oh, good," Olivia sighed. "You really gave us a scare there."

"But…" May said, growing quieter with each word. "I don't feel so…"

Her voice trailed off.

"May?" Olivia said, sitting up.

There was no answer.

"May!"