Surprise Visit to Cerulean City

Whenever Ash Ketchum packed his bags and set out from his home to travel, he had always planned to be away for an extended period of time. His backpack was usually stuffed with essentials like a sleeping bag, extra clothes, socks, underwear (if only to placate his mother’s incessant nagging) and the like. While this was all fine and dandy, doing it for so long meant that he almost completely forgot how to pack for…well, shorter excursions.

Like a few days, for example.

Ash had to mentally reprimand himself that his latest travel plan was taking him as far as Cerulean City. By bus. Until no longer than the start of next week. Stuffing his backpack to near bursting would be going overboard by just a little bit. Not only would the usual long-journey items not have any use this time around, but he only needed a few articles of clothing in his bag. One thing he made sure not to leave behind was a new swimsuit—purchased just for this trip. Now that summer had started, aside from the ample opportunities to relax and enjoy the warm weather, many new trainers would be on their journeys, doing their best to earn badges for the Indigo League.

Meaning Misty would have more than her share of Gym Battles – sometimes several a day – to conduct. Meaning win or lose, they were bound to take their toll on her and inevitably stress her out. And he knew whenever she was stressed out at the gym and her other form of stress relief (i.e. Ash) wasn’t around, she worked off her frustrations by swimming in the Gym’s private pool. Ash had figured he would be a sight for very sore eyes when he arrived. Boy, would she be surprised to see him!

Ash swung his backpack over his shoulder and winced when it hit his back. He could feel the can of deodorant at the very bottom of his bag hit him right against his spine. The bag may have been a lot lighter, but it could be swung around with much more speed. He gave a glance around his room, mentally checking off what he packed and if he forgot anything. Thankfully, he hadn’t.

Pikachu was smiling at him, sitting on Ash’s relatively new king-size bed…the one he and his girlfriend shared when she stayed in Pallet Town (but not nearly often enough, in his view). Now, for the next few days, she would be sharing her bed with him, if all went as planned. As well as many other special moments with his girlfriend.

Ash double-checked the itinerary on his bus schedule one last time. He had to be at the bus station in about an hour. That was plenty of time. “Ready to go, Pikachu?” he asked.

“Pikachu!” Pikachu said in agreement. He hopped up onto Ash’s shoulder, his little paws gently clinging onto his hair for balance. Ash walked up the basement steps to the door, which fed right into the living room. What he saw was not an uncommon sight given these past few weeks.

His mother was standing in the living room, facing the high-definition TV hanging on the wall, trying to get the television, the sound system, and the cable service working properly. Ash had explained it more than a few times, but it felt like she forgot what to do roughly every other day.

“Oh…damn it…” Mrs. Ketchum said to herself, her gaze shifting back and forth between the cable service remote and the TV. She then noticed Ash emerge from his basement room. “Ash, can you fix this for me?” she asked, quickly thrusting the remote in his face.

After a second, Ash took the remote from her, an annoyed look on his face. He wanted to rant about how he had explained this to her a million times, with each time supposedly the last time he would do so, but today he just wasn’t in the mood to argue. One look at the TV and Ash had figured out the problem—an infuriatingly easy problem to fix. No more than six button presses had the problem fixed and the setup working as it should. “There,” Ash said. “I fixed it.”

“Thank you, son,” Mrs. Ketchum said sweetly. Ash was ready to tell her that he was ready to leave, when he caught wind of what the TV announcer said.

“…goes by the name of Misty Waterflower,” the announcer began. “When she and her water Pokémon aren’t running the Cerulean City gym, she’s in the water herself. Her physique has been sculpted by a vigorous swimming workout, several hours a day, six days a week. Will she leave the Muscle Trifecta challenge chewing on her wake, or will she sink like a rock?”

Ash looked at the TV, a bit befuddled. “What?” he asked. “What is she…?”

It took him a few moments, but Ash recognized the program as Muscle League. His mother had once called it “that crazy Johto game show,” as if it were the only one of its kind. Ash had seen it a few times, but the event, “Muscle Trifecta,” was new to him. The battlefield, such as it was, was made up of two identical yellow structures, each with three tiers on them. As the announcer explained (through subtitles), the first section was for sit-ups, the second for back raises, and the third for push-ups, with one minute spent at each station. Each rep was one point each, scored by each contestant hitting their body against a button at the end of each rep. Whoever had the most points at the end of three minutes would win.

“Contestants, to your positions,” a referee said. Misty took her spot on the right, while her opponent, a girl of similar size with black hair and blue eyes, was on the left. Misty was clad in a tight yellow workout top, which left her stomach bare, with matching short-shorts. The other girl had on a blue tank top and black shorts. Both, by some coincidence, were wearing white shoes. Sit-ups were the first part of the event; both girls hooked their feet under a bar at the bottom of a post, which was flat against the post the competitors would have to slam themselves into to register each point. The button was on top of a small box at the top of said post, which they would hit with their chin. When both were in place, the ref counted down. “Three…two…one…START!”

Both girls took off like a shot at that prompt, both banging out sit-ups at an even pace. Among the cheering from the crowd, the loud clicks of the buttons being pressed in combined with their bodies slapping against the mats mixed in with their increasing panting. “Such incredible athleticism!” the subtitles read. “These two beauties are evenly matched against one another!” But at about the 30 second mark, Misty started to pull ahead, but only by a few points. “And it appears that Misty has a slight lead over her opponent! But this competition isn’t over by a long shot! Ami can still make up for lost time in either of the other two parts of Muscle Trifecta!”

“Wow, look at her go,” Mrs. Ketchum said. “She’s good.”

“You have no idea,” Ash said quietly.

“Pi ka!” Pikachu added.

The first minute ticked away, and the two stopped doing sit-ups to make the transition to the second section. Misty’s transition was smooth, while Ami’s was hurried, as she was pressed up against the button when the first minute expired. For the back-raises section, they again hooked their feet under a bar sticking up out of the mat, and the edge of the platform was at their waist. They also had to keep their hands on the back of their heads, like with the sit-ups. When they would straighten their backs up, they would hit their backs against a hanging yellow block, which counted each point when struck.

“Again, these two are neck and neck!” the subtitles read. “These lovely athletes are not stopping for anything! They’re pushing their bodies further and further, trying to get just the slightest advantage over one another. And neither is conceding as much as a single inch!”

Misty’s knuckles were white as she held the back of her head in a near death grip. The muscles in her back and around her stomach worked fiercely to move her body, ratcheting up and down to push her score higher and higher. The other girl kept moving in the same fashion as Misty, just as determined to win as she was. They were neck and neck for most of the second leg, the slight lead by Misty due to her getting to the obstacle before Ami did. But the real turning point came with 1:15 left, when Ami paused for about a second to regain her breath.

“Come on,” Ash found himself saying, “you got this! Just don’t stop, Misty!”

As the second minute ticked away, both girls found themselves hurrying to the final station—push-ups. The button was placed so that when the came down, their chins would come down on them and mark off one rep. As soon as they got to the station, each girl started in, but a few seconds in, Misty paused, leaning back to take some of the strain off her arms, propping her butt up in the air. The score again became tied.

The camera would switch between side views of both contestants, as well as a split screen right by their faces. Ash barely heard the frantic, foreign commentary; instead, Misty’s frantic visage filled his senses. Every up motion of her push-ups came with a sharp intake of breath, while every down motion of her was capped with a sharp exhale. He couldn’t help but smirk. Up until now, he was the only one who ever heard sounds like that come out of Misty’s mouth. Granted, they were under much different circumstances, but still…. With thirty seconds left, Ami was about a half a step behind, while Misty focused on nothing but winning the challenge. When the clock ticked off the last remaining seconds and the buzzer went off, both had scored over one hundred points, but Misty was ahead by about twenty.

As the buzzer hit, the lights over Misty’s side brightened, while Ami’s section grew dim. Misty slumped back on her haunches with a smile on her face, then threw both her fists up in the air in triumph. The crowd sounded off its approval.

“Alright!” Mrs. Ketchum said. “She won!”

“I knew she would,” Ash said with a smile, Pikachu shouting his support for his trainer’s girlfriend.

“This challenge could have gone either way!” the announcer boasted. “It took the home stretch to decide a victor! Both of the contestants can take pride in knowing they gave it their all today!”

They then cut to a montage of slow-motion highlights of the event, which were lost on Ash as he regarded the time display on the cable receiver. “I’m gonna get going, mom,” Ash said, shouldering his backpack. “I don’t want to miss my bus.”

“When will you back, sweetie?” his mother asked.

“Probably Friday or Saturday. It depends on how busy her Gym is.”

Mrs. Ketchum hugged her sun. “Well, have a good time,” she said. “Try to behave yourself over there.”

“Bye, mom,” Ash said, walking for the door.

“And don’t forg—”

“Yeah, mom, I know…” Ash groaned. Another lecture about having clean underwear wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. Given the choice between being constantly reminded about having clean underwear and tripping and slamming headfirst into the white picket fence around their yard, he’d rather have the latter.

Just before he left, he heard the announcer on the TV announce the next event. “In the Kangaskhan course, competitors must cross nine obstacles of increasing difficulty while riding…a pogo stick.”

Ash’s head almost did a one-eighty. “Wait—what?”


* * * * *


That performance on Muscle League was taped a couple of weeks ago, and was only aired a few days prior. But, what the announcer said about one of the competitors was indeed true. When she wasn’t tossing challengers aside in Gym battles, Misty Waterflower indeed spent several hours of each day swimming. The Cerulean Gym’s private pool was roughly two-thirds the size of the main pool, the one the Gym Battles were conducted in, but it was still a respectable size. The pool was only used by Misty and her sisters, and as a result, it was not unusual to see any one of the four sisters lying by the pool in very revealing swimsuits…if anything at all.

One section of the pool was roped off, creating a lane. Misty used this part of the pool almost exclusively. Even as her sisters would come and go, relaxing on one of the deck chairs as the sun filtered in from the windows in the ceiling, Misty would dart back and forth from one side of the pool to the other, logging lap after lap. And indeed, her time in the pool has paid off; the gorgeous mass of lithe muscle and delectable curves has become the talk of Cerulean City. Even the other three Sensational Sisters had to take notice of how much attention the little “runt” was garnering.

They didn’t want to, but they did.

“Like, enjoy your workout, Mist? Seems like you were totally slacking off out there…”

Of the three sisters, Daisy had the best relationship with her youngest sister. So she was the first to accept that the term “runt” didn’t really apply to her any more.

“Yeah, well…I didn’t see you in the pool drowning in my wake. What’s wrong, your water wings got a hole in them?”

Misty chuckled at her light-hearted jab, while Daisy just smirked. Misty just got out of the pool a few minutes prior. After using the shower next to the pool’s locker room, she made her way over to a small room containing two tanning beds. Daisy was there, intent on working on her tan, as was Misty, who came in wearing a simple white bathrobe. Daisy was rubbing tanning lotion over her naked body when Misty came in. Misty shed her robe and hung it on a hook on the wall.

“Could you help me with my back, sis?” Daisy asked, looking over her shoulder.

Misty took the bottle of lotion. “Sure,” Misty answered. Misty spread the lotion around her sister’s back, hitting where Daisy couldn’t reach. “Could you do me, too, please?” she asked when finished.

“Alright, turn around,” Daisy said. Misty shivered as she felt the cool lotion on her skin. Her sister’s hands worked quickly to get all the trouble spots. “What’s with this?” Daisy asked, eying the small, black spandex thong Misty wore.

“What? That?” Misty asked, turning to face her sister. She rubbed lotion to her chest, arms and stomach. “Well…I wanted to change things up a bit, so…I left this on one time.” Misty pulled one of the straps up, showing the non-tanned skin underneath. “I like it better like this.”

“You can keep that up if you want, but I’ll, like, stick to the all-over tan, thank you very much,” Daisy answered. She opened up her tanning bed. She set the timer for fifteen minutes, got in, and pulled the bed shut. Misty set hers for the same amount of time. Before she got in, she made sure the ear buds from her mp3 player were in place. Once everything was set, she slipped into her tanning bed and pulled it closed, setting her player down alongside of her. The music playing in her ears drowned out the low hum of the UV lights surrounding her.

For all the good it did to add color to her skin, Misty found the whole tanning process rather boring. All she was doing was just lying still, almost to the point of falling asleep. She would have, if the tanning goggles didn’t feel uncomfortable over her eyes. But when the next song played in her ears, things got a little more exciting.

Misty recognized the song instantly. She danced to this song for Ash the first night he redecorated his living room and moved his bedroom into the basement. All she could think of was how wonderful a night that was. How sexy she felt stripping for him, and only him. How sexy she looked, according to him; he couldn’t stop raving about how hot he thought her dancing was the day afterward.

Her eyes closed, and one hand slid up to one of her breasts. She squeezed the round, taut flesh and moaned lightly.

As the music played, she replayed that night in her head. Every detail of that night was crystal clear. Ash was practically drooling over her dancing. He was very passionate with his ministrations. His touch sent shivers up and down her spine, his lips felt like a bolt of lightning hitting her.

Misty groped her breast a little harder. She rubbed her nipple gently between her thumb and index finger. The other hand caressed her other breast. “Unh…” she moaned.

While Ash admitted he wasn’t that skilled as a lover at first, and for the first few times it was something he would repeatedly kick himself over, he got better and better as time passed, with each intimate encounter better than the last. His oral sex skills, especially, grew by leaps and bounds. Ash never failed to eat her pussy to a wonderful climax or two. Whenever he set himself to accomplish any major task, he wouldn’t stop until he saw it to completion.

By this mindset, becoming a Pokémon master and making his girlfriend cum were on the same page.

“Oh…Mmmm…” Misty whimpered. Both of her hands were on her breasts, until her right hand slid down her stomach. The stretchy material of her thong was pushed aside as her fingers found the damp lips of her bald pussy. One finger rubbed back and forth slowly. She bit her lower lip as she shuddered.

The song ended, and the next one that played was, again, one that played during that night with Ash. Misty thought that the “shuffle songs” function was screwing with her. This song was playing during the hottest part of their lovemaking session. Misty had just rode Ash to a luscious orgasm, and she told him to take control soon after. The next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees, with Ash behind her, rutting her hard and deep.

Misty slipped another finger into her pussy, and started pumping them in and out with greater urgency, while her other hand groped her tit harder. Her breath hissed out through her teeth. “Ash…” she moaned. Her pussy juices accumulated around her thrusting fingers, while she pinched and gently tugged at her nipple. Though her fingers were a poor substitute for her boyfriend’s hard, thrusting cock, the memory of him pounding into her would balance it out. She thought of how he took her that night. Ash had pushed his cock into her like he was claiming her as his own. Every deep blow his cock landed sent a piercing sensation from her pussy all the way up to her chest. And she loved every second of it. The pops of her ass slapping against his pelvis rang in her ears as she finger-fucked herself closer to climax. The heat of the tanning bed was nil compared to Misty’s needy, red hot pussy.

But what really set her off…what really sent her already high arousal through the roof…she practically begged him to slap her ass while he fucked her from behind. And Ash had obliged happily. She remembered squeaking out her pleasure with each slap, and how her pussy tightened around his cock each time. He had her begging for more pleasure…and begging to be fucked harder.

“Fuck me, baby…” Misty gasped. Her other hand went down to her pussy now, holding open her dripping lips and stroking over her clit while her thrusting fingers dug deeper. Panting loudly, Misty pushed her fingers as deep as they would go with her final thrusts, while her middle finger on her other hand rubbed over her clit. The sensations deliciously overwhelmed her, and with a stifled gasp, Misty came, her pussy clamping down hard on her fingers.

Her body arched sharply, and her fluids gushed over her fingers. Misty bit down on her lower lip as her body became awash with sexual bliss, riding out the waves of pleasure with a long, trembling exhale. Her pussy held her fingers in place until her orgasm subsided and her body lay flat in the tanning bed. The Cerulean Gym Leader barely had enough sense to remove her hands to avoid any unwanted tan lines.

It was some time before she came back to reality, and when she did, the timer had expired and the tanning bed had shut off. The music was still playing in her ears. Turning her mp3 player off, Misty pushed the tanning bed open and looked around. She must’ve nodded off for a while, because Daisy was gone and a bottle of sanitizer spray and a roll of paper towels were left on a stool.

The general rule was whoever used it had to clean it, lest whoever used it next didn’t get sick off of whoever was last in it. Misty tore off a few sheets of paper towels and started spraying down the inside of the tanning bed. No sense in being difficult…


* * * * *


Ash pushed passed the rest of the passengers as they disembarked from the bus. Pikachu perched on his shoulder, scanning the crowd. A flier plucked off a tourism display was in his hand. He flipped open to a street map of Cerulean City. He didn’t want to, but he conceded that he had not visited this city as much as he should have.

“I think it was this way, Pikachu,” Ash said.

“Pi ka?” Pikachu asked, pointing in a different direction.

“Maybe…let’s try over this way…”

Another reason he preferred the small town feel of places like Pallet Town—it was much quieter, less congested, and he knew where everything was.

The duo got about two or three blocks when they felt they were being followed. Ash paused, and he and Pikachu turned around. They saw three guys about their age; one was short one with brown hair, the tallest one had bluish-green hair, and the last was quite fat. Each was clad in matching purple kung fu garb.

“Um…can I help you?” Ash asked. “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been following us…”

“Remember us, Ketchum?” the tall one started, the other two chuckling. “The last time you we—”

“Did you guys want a photo or something?” The sneers on their faces and their attitudes gave Ash the impression that they didn’t want anything serious. They certainly weren’t going to be taken seriously with their current collective attitude; that was for sure. “I mean, I’m on a bit of a vacation, and I don’t want too many people to know I’m here…”

The three guys were silent, the tall guy in the middle slack-jawed. “No, I’m not asking for a photograph! I’m demanding retribution!” he shouted.

Ash had started off again, when he heard that last line. “Um…what?” he asked.

“I still remember how you and your friends humiliated me and my brothers! You made us look like complete idiots!”

“If it wasn’t for that miserable Gym Leader bitch, the three of us would run this city!” said the shorter one said.

“Hey! You don’t talk about my girlfriend that way!” Ash snapped. “She’s ten times the Pokémon trainer you three are! And…yeah, I remember you three now. Didn’t she embarrass you when you tried to sabotage her PIA test? She told me all about that, you know.”

“She’s giving our home town a bad name!” the fat one said. “She couldn’t handle our superior abilities as trainers, so she had to hide behind some committee to get rid of us!”

Ash scoffed and walked away. “Whatever,” he grumbled. “I’m through listening to you douche bags. I’m outta here.” He looked over his shoulder as he crossed the street, walking through a small park. “I hope you get crushed under the weight of your own bitterness!”

Sighing, Ash focused on the path ahead of him. He noticed the familiar red “P” sitting atop a white, two-story building. “Oh, good, a Pokémon Center.” He glanced at Pikachu. “Maybe they can point us in the right direction.”

“Pikachu!” Pikachu said.

He couldn’t take another step before a loud “Hey!” assailed his ears from some distance away. He had a gut feeling it was addressed to him.

It was. The three goons who stopped him previously were back. The tall one and the short one ran in front of him, stopping his advance to the Pokémon Center. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? We’re not finished with you!” the tall one said.

“That’s right, not even the great Ash Ketchum can hold off a three-on-one assault!” the shorter one said.

Ash looked at the two. “Three-on-one?” he asked. “Count again; there’s only two of you.”

After a moment of silence from the two, they looked past Ash. They sighed in disgust, as the third member of their group was waddling towards them, clearly out of breath. “We….got you…completely…surrounded…” he panted out.

“Ugh…” Ash put his hand over his face in disgust. “I am not prepared to deal with this crap today,” he grumbled. “I’m supposed to be on holiday…”


* * * * *


If the group had been paying attention to their surroundings, they would’ve noticed the doors of the Pokémon Center opening. Two voices belonging to two women stepping out of said center were lost to the mostly one-sided squabbling. They were the lovely, local Nurse Joy, standing next to the Cerulean Gym Leader. They were laughing with one another. Misty stopped first, as a yellow little ball of fur in her peripheral. It was a Pikachu; the shape and color of the electric mouse Pokémon was unmistakable. But Misty’s heart took a leap when the little yellow mouse looked at her, gasped, and shouted out, “Pikachu pi!”

Ash froze in place. He knew that sound; that was what Pikachu called Misty. He looked around frantically. Where was she?

“Pi ka!” Pikachu said, pointing.

“What…? Oh!” Ash beamed as he caught sight of his girlfriend. He immediately ignored the argument and rushed over to meet her. She paused a second before throwing her arms around him.

“Oh my god, Ash!” she breathed. She felt warm as Ash slid his hands up and down her back. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” he said with a smile. “I just came here to see my girlfriend. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“Well…no…I’m just overwhelmed a bit, I guess. This is really a surprise.”

“Don’t act like you’re not glad to see me.” Ash gently stroked her cheek. “Besides, you look like you could use the boost.”

“You’re right…you couldn’t have come at a better time.” Indeed, given the stress that came with dealing with challengers left and right seeking a Cascadebadge and missing her Ash being by her side, Misty had not been in the best of moods. She had even threatened her sister Lily when she stated, in a joking fashion, Misty just needed to get laid. Her eyes could burn a hole through an ice cap as she flashed her Gyarados’ Pokéball in a threatening manner.

One kiss from her boyfriend was enough to make several days of frustration disappear.

Misty clutched at Ash’s shoulders as their kiss deepened. She pushed herself as close to his body as she could, and Ash allowed her. His eye opened for a split second, and out of the corner of his eye he could see those three goons off to his right, staring, mouths agape. His hand slipped down Misty’s body and gripped her tight, athletic ass. She rose up on her toes for a second as he did, and gasped her surprise into the kiss. Soon, though, she relaxed against his touch. She gazed into his eyes as the kiss broke off.

“I can tell you’re glad to see me, too,” she sighed, smiling at him.

“You have no idea.” And he renewed their kiss and tightened his grip.

“Stop ignoring us!” the three thugs shouted in unison.

“Who? Oh…” Nurse Joy said. “It’s just you three again.”

“Friends of yours?” Misty asked sarcastically.

“I was hoping one of you two could help me out,” Ash explained. “These jerks have been following me ever since I got off the bus. They’ve been demanding I battle them, or…something. I don’t know.”

“So why don’t you battle them?” Joy asked.

“Yeah, you can mop the floor with these guys with ease,” Misty said, smiling.

“That’s not the point,” Ash said. “I came here to visit you, Misty; I’m taking a break. I only brought Pikachu with me because he goes where I go.”

“You only have Pikachu with you?” Ash and Pikachu nodded.

“He’s not battling us because he’s afraid, that’s why!” the fat one shouted. “But who can blame him? Look at who he’s up against!”

Ash looked at Misty and Nurse Joy. He didn’t want to say it, but he felt he had no choice. “And who am I up against?” he said with his head in his hand.

“I thought you’d never ask!” the tall one shouted. They then jumped into the air, landing in battle poses. “Kail!” the tall one shouted.

“Kim!” the shortest of the three yelled.

“Kai!” the fat one bellowed.

And as one, they declared, “We are…The Invincible Pokémon Brothers!”

Ash sighed in disgust. Misty and Joy looked frustrated. They couldn’t stand these three. They called Cerulean City their home, and walked around like they owned the place. They’re loud, obnoxious, and very disrespectful to other trainers. Whenever they got beat, they would try to spin the story so that the opponents cheated, to (usually) no avail.

“For the last time,” Ash stated firmly, “I’m not doing any battling while I’m here. I’ve got something very important that needs my attention so piss off!”

The three brothers were stunned, but they wouldn’t remain silent for long. The gears slowly started turning in their heads. For a second, Ash thought he smelled burning.

“Alright, change of plans,” Kail said, pointing at Ash. “You may choose to decline our challenge…” He pointed at Misty next, “…but you can’t!”

“What are you talking about?” Misty asked. “I most certainly can!”

“I don’t think so,” Kai said. “You’re a Gym Leader, remember!”

“And we know that this Nurse Joy doubles as a PIA agent,” Kim added. “And if you turned down a challenge while being present and able to accept, chances are you won’t be Gym Leader for very long!”

The mortified look on Misty’s face spoke volumes of her frustration. The big, dumb imbeciles were right. “They’ve got a point there, Misty,” Joy said. “As a Gym Leader, you’re not allowed to turn down official challenges.”

All three brothers jumped into the same heroic stance, pointing sternly at Misty. “So we, the Invincible Pokémon Brothers, challenge you to a Gym Battle!” For a few moments, the only response they got was the twitch of Misty’s eye and the same mortified facial expression.

The silence was deafening. The brothers maintained their stance. Misty still looked ready to kill the three of them. “Oh, come on,” Ash said. “What’s the big deal? You’re better than them; you’ll beat the crap out of all three of them with ease.”

“It’s not that I can’t,” Misty argued. “I just don’t want to deal with these idiots.”

“She’s lying,” Kail argued. “She’s just afraid of us, and our power!”

“No I’m not!” Misty snapped. “I’ll take on all three of you at once! You’re gonna be sorry you disrespected my Gym like that! Let’s go!” And with that, she snatched hold of Ash’s hand and started in the direction of the Cerulean Gym, dragging him along.

She is mad, Ash thought, glancing once more at the three challengers. You guys are screwed.


* * * * *


The audience currently piled into the Cerulean City gym was promised an acrobatic display typical of the Three Sensational Sisters. Indeed, they would get such a performance; they could see this Gym Battle as a special attraction, an under card event, something of that nature. Misty would be furious if she found out her sisters treated her Gym Battles as side shows compared to their little water ballets.

It’d be more frustration to unload on her would-be challengers.

People were still filing in, taking their seats as the official announced the terms of the battle. “This is an official Indigo League Gym Battle, between Misty, the Cerulean City Gym Leader, and the challengers, Invincible Pokémon Brothers!” he declared. There was a decent pop for Misty, the loudest, of course, coming from Ash, who was in the front row toward her side of the battlefield, leaning on the railing. She had since changed into a yellow wetsuit, with brilliant red sleeves that came down to her elbow. It ended just below her butt, and the tight material stretched around, accentuated, and hugged every curve on her body. “This battle will be contested under special three-on-one rules. Each Trainer will use one Pokémon apiece. If a challengers’ Pokémon is knocked out, he will be eliminated from the battle. But if the Gym Leader’s Pokémon is defeated, all three challengers will be awarded the Cascadebadge!”

Misty didn’t even know why she was doing this. These three weren’t even on a Pokémon journey. They had no interest in challenging other Gyms, going to the Indigo League, challenging the Elite Four, anything. They would most likely wear the badges around their necks like trophies. Like hell that would happen, though; Misty had plans to humiliate them so badly they’ll never set foot into her Gym ever again.

“Go, Hitmonchan!” Kim shouted.

“Let’s go, Hitmonlee!” Kail bellowed.

“Hitmontop, I choose you!” Kai spat out. The three brothers threw their Pokéballs, and the pure Fighting-Type Pokémon emerged, landing on a floating platform just in front of their trainers’ box.

“First, your Pokémon’s gonna go down to our Pokémon, and you’re gonna go down on us!” Kim declared. The three laughed loudly.

“Ha, maybe we should make her boyfriend watch, too,” Kai added.

On the other side of the battlefield, Misty glared at her opponents. She said nothing as she palmed her Pokéball. All she did was held it out in front of her and let it snap open on its own – a trait she picked up from Ash when his opponents rubbed him the wrong way. The laughter died in a second as Misty’s Gyarados emerged, roaring its dominance at its opponents.

“Don’t let that thing intimidate you, guys!” Kim shouted. “Go, Hitmonchan, use Mega Punch!” The Hitmonchan leapt at Gyarados, its right fist back, ready to punch the atrocious Pokémon’s lights out.

“Protect,” Misty answered. Gyarados flew in a figure eight pattern. As it did, a wall of brownish-gold light appeared between it and the Hitmonchan. The attacker bounced off the light harshly, splashing down into the water. It swam back to its teammates, which struggled to pull it out of the water.

“My turn,” Kai declared. “Hitmontop, use Triple Kick!” The Hitmonchan hopped from floating platform to floating platform, spinning rapidly on its head. It stopped spinning as it jumped at the Gyarados, about to land a hard kick from above.

“Skull Bash!” Misty shouted. Gyarados reared its head back, and whipped its head forward about twice as fast. It scored a direct hit, and with a loud cracking sound, sent the handstand Pokémon crashing down hard alongside the other members of its team.

“We gotta stop charging one at a time, head first toward that thing,” Kail said. “Kim, follow my lead. Hitmonlee, use Hi Jump Kick!”

Kim nodded. “Alright, Hitmonchan, use Vacuum Wave!” he shouted. Hitmonchan drew its fist back, and launched a blast of air at the Gyarados. Misty’s Gyarados slinked downward to avoid the attack—and was in perfect position to get hit right in the side of the head by Hitmonlee’s attack.

Gyarados recovered to find that the three Fighting-Types had encircled it.

“Now?” Kai asked.

“Yes, do it now!” Kail shouted. “Our ultimate fighting combo!”

Kim led it off. “Hitmonchan! Use Falcon Punch!”

Kail followed next. “Hitmonlee! Use Falcon Kick!”

And Kai was the anchor. “Hitmontop! Use Falcon Dive!”

Hitmonlee was closest, and got to Misty’s Gyarados first. It jumped into the air, and whipped its right leg up over its head. Reddish-orange energy built up around its foot. With a cry of, “Hit mon lee!” It then drove that same foot into the top of Gyarados’ skull, making it bounce off a floating platform towards its next opponent, the Hitmonchan. Its fist trembled as it built energy around it, before finally exploding forward, a similar energy around its fist, which, for all intents and purposes, looked like a Fearow in flight. It shouted, “Hit mon…chaaaaaan!” as the blow followed through, smacking it across the arena, right into the waiting Hitmontop. Seeing its prey coming, Hitmontop jumped and did a front flip. It caught Gyarados as it righted itself, holding it in place in midair for half a second. A small explosion came from Hitmontop as it back flipped off of the Gyarados, sending the atrocious Pokémon splashing down into the water.

The Invincible Pokémon Brothers immediately started cheering and congratulating one another. As they demanded to be declared the victors, they didn’t notice the heat they were getting from the crowd; they had turned on the three of them almost universally. Second, while Misty did admit the attack combination was powerful, the combination of Gyarados’ decent defense, combined with the Flying-Type’s resistance to Fighting-Type attacks didn’t do as much damage as the brothers would’ve liked.

They were especially surprised when Gyarados shot up out of the water, extremely angry.

As Gyarados bellowed out its rage, Misty assessed her situation. Sure, her Gyarados had taken a few pretty strong hits. But the battle still looked in her favor. For one, given the hunched over, exhausted state the Hitmonchan was in, she guessed that Falcon Punch was a move in the same vein as Hyper Beam or Giga Impact—one that required several moments to recharge after use. She was right in her assumption. The Hitmonlee looked like it was winded after that Falcon Kick. Misty figured one of the consequences of that move was a sharp decrease in that Pokémon’s attack power—the same way Overheat gets weaker with repeated use. As for the Hitmontop, well…using that Falcon Dive seemed to have given it a boost in power. The attack AncientPower – or to use a more familiar example, her friend May’s Beautifly using Silver Wind – granted a similar effect.

Hitmonlee wouldn’t be able to hit as hard any more, and focusing on Hitmontop meant the other two would get almost free hits in on Gyarados. The decision was easier than she thought, given her target wouldn’t retaliate.

“Gyarados, use Flamethrower on Hitmonchan!” Misty yelled. Gyarados roared loudly, before rearing back and shooting a large stream of flames out of its mouth. Hitmontop and Hitmonlee dove out of the way in time, but since Hitmonchan didn’t recover quickly enough after using Falcon Punch, it was helpless before the burning onslaught. The flames burned out any remaining strength, and with a whimper, it collapsed, defeated.

“What?!” Kim shouted. “You gotta be kidding me!”

“Hitmonchan is unable to battle!” the referee declared.

Dejectedly, Kim called back his defeated Pokémon. He then smiled wickedly. “But I’m not admitting defeat that easily! Go, Tentacruel!” The large, jellyfish Pokémon splashed down into the pool.

The referee was on that in a second. “Hey! You’re not allowed to use more than one Pokémon!” he shouted.

“Oh, fuck off!” Kim retorted.

“That’s it,” the ref said calmly. He then pointed both flags at the ground in an X fashion, red over green. “Disqualified!” he declared.

“What?!” the brothers shouted.

“For violation of the rules of this battle, and for disrespecting a Pokémon League official, the challengers have been disqualified. No badges will be awarded! The challengers are to vacate the premises immediately!”

“Fine by us,” Kai said. “This just means we’re not held down by rules anymore!”

“That’s right,” Kail stated. “Now we can tear this miserable bitch apart our way—slowly!” Kail and Kai sent out their own Tentacruel as well, meaning Misty’s Gyarados now had three Tentacruel, a Hitmontop and a Hitmonlee to deal with. Even for a Pokémon as strong as Gyarados, this was a little much. “Now, Tentacruel, drag that Gyarados down to the pool floor!” The three jellyfish Pokémon submerged.

Thankfully, these brothers weren’t all that bright. They didn’t notice Misty look at the crowd and give a slight nod. They did, however, notice the water in the pool flash bright yellow for several long, painful seconds. When it stopped, all three Tentacruel resurfaced, unconscious.

Before they could ask what happened, the Invincible Pokémon Brothers saw Ash Ketchum standing calmly next to the Cerulean Gym Leader, his Pikachu standing on a floating platform, electricity crackling off its cheeks. “Sup,” Ash said.

“What the hell was that about?” Kai shouted.

“We didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, like you had a chance or anything” Ash explained. “You would’ve looked better if you just walked away after that Hitmonchan got knocked out. But, now you have to answer to…” And then he pointed up at the snarling Gyarados, “…that.”

“Gyarados, use Wave Dash,” Misty ordered. The Invincible Pokémon Bothers looked at the Gyarados, down at their Pokémon (two of which were scared stiff, the other three still unconscious), then back at Misty. Gyarados dove into the water and resurfaced quickly. The water was glowing as it formed a cocoon around Gyarados’ body. They saw the intense look on her face and whimpered. And just before Gyarados launched itself at its enemies with blinding speed, they heard Misty address them one last time.

“Get the fuck out of my gym.”

If they weren’t scared out of their wits, they’d recognize Wave Dash as a Water-Type variation of the move ExtremeSpeed. Upon collision, there was an explosion, and a sound that was reminiscent of a sonic boom. The brothers and all of their Pokémon were ejected via the big explosion, smashing a hole in the roof of the gym and sending them out of sight and out of mind. Everyone in attendance cheered heartily. Misty, Cerulean City’s favorite daughter, and the fourth/lost/“other” Sensational Sister, put on a spectacular demonstration of Pokémon training abilities.

The Sensational Sisters had a tough act to follow.

At the end of that hallway you’ll see a set of double doors; that leads to the private swimming pool. It’s only used by me and my sisters. I’ll be there in a few minutes, but in the meantime, get changed, hop in the pool and wait for me. We can…play around more then.

Ash was so glad he brought a new swimsuit with him.

Later that night, after cleaning up the gym and eating dinner, Misty could finally be alone with her boyfriend. Daisy had announced that she, Violet and Lily were going out clubbing that evening, leaving Misty (and presumably Ash) to look after the gym and take care of the Pokémon. A menial task for Misty, given what she could look forward to afterward—some alone time with her boyfriend.

Ash leaned against the side of the pool, relaxing. The water temperature was just perfect. Not too cold, but just a little bit cooler than typical bath water. It felt good, especially with the jet spraying right against the small of his back.

“Ohhhhh…” he sighed, leaning his head back. “That’s good…” Ash closed his eyes. He heard a splash at the other side of the pool, which made his head right up. The water rippled only slightly, the way only a flawless dive could cause.

What Ash didn’t know is that Misty took care of the Pokémon in almost no time at all. She changed into her bathing suit in a flash, and waited by the door, looking through the window, waiting for when Ash wouldn’t be paying attention. He didn’t see her dive in, which is what she wanted. The swimsuit she had on was one that would make her sisters lose their minds if they saw her in it, partly because it was so damn revealing (and probably because she’d wear it better than they would), and partly because only Ash was supposed to see her in it.

Ash treaded forward a bit. A second later, Misty popped up from the water, smiling at him. She backpedaled a bit, beckoning to him. “Water’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Ash said. He looked at the pool he was in. “Wow, this is a really nice pool.”

“Isn’t it?” Misty said with a smile. “I’m glad you think so.” She swam closer to him. He reached out to her, and she disappeared under the water. She resurfaced behind him a short distance away. Misty laughed lightly. “Come on, come and get me!” She dove under the water again. Ash was stationary for a second, and then swam after his girlfriend.

Of course, Ash could never hope to catch Misty in a straight-up swimming contest. Who could? Misty is an accomplished swimmer as well as a talented Pokémon trainer. But that wasn’t the point of this little impromptu contest. It was all about the chase—making Ash work for it. The longer they had to wait for it, the better it would be, for both of them.

Misty backpedaled as Ash swam toward her. Normally Ash would feel a bit stupid knowing Misty could swim faster backward faster than he could normally. But that was not a concern for him now. He had his eyes on the prize. So he kept swimming, drawing himself closer to his girlfriend’s wet, smiling form…

…only for her to dive underwater when he was in arm’s length. He looked around for a few seconds, waiting for Misty to resurface. She did, again, several yards away. And again, Ash gave chase, chuckling himself. When he came in close, Misty dove underwater, beckoning for him to follow. Ash swam down, keeping on her tail the best he could.

As Ash descended, he could see Misty drifting lower and lower, down to the bottom of the pool. The water clouded his vision, and Misty only appeared as a red and white blur. Even worse, he couldn’t hold his breath nearly as long as she could. He felt the lack of air before he could get close to Misty, and Ash hurried for the water’s surface. He emerged gasping loudly.

Misty emerged from the water next to him. Ash was panting for breath. “You alright?” she asked.

“Yeah, I can’t hold my breath that lo—gotcha!” Ash lunged at Misty, throwing his arms out. Misty shrieked and tried to get away, but it was clear that her flailing was just for play. After a few moments, they stopped struggling, staring into one another’s eyes. Their lips met in a deep kiss.

They floated in the water with their tongues caressing one another. Misty wrapped her legs around Ash’s waist as he deepened the kiss. His hands caressing her back made her moan. Misty caressed his chest when the kiss broke, gently rubbing his nipples. They were no longer floating, feeling his feet hit the bottom on the shallow end. Misty untangled herself from Ash and stared into his eyes.

“Let’s get out so we can play some more,” Misty said lustfully.

“I was going to suggest the same thing,” Ash said.

Misty waded over to the steps. Ash trailed behind, and Misty could feel his gaze on her back. She felt that gaze go all the way down to her feet as she stepped out of the pool. She stopped as she got out and turned to look at him. Ash was frozen at the bottom of the steps, gawking at Misty. The dark red crisscross slingshot thong she had on looked exquisite, and clung to her wet body. Her nipples were hard and poked at the stretchy material.

“Like what you see?” she asked. Misty put one hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip, posing for him. Ash got out of the water and slipped his arms around her waist.

“I love it,” Ash stated. He pulled her in close and kissed her again. Misty moaned into the kiss as she and Ash embraced. His hands wandered up and down her back, while hers caressed his chest. Ash broke off the kiss and whispered into her ear. “You look so hot in this thing, Misty.” His hand squeezed her ass.

“I knew you’d say that,” Misty whispered back. Her hand, meanwhile, slipped into the front of his shorts. She found his unit, which was growing hard in her grasp.

Ash looked at the wet garment on his girlfriend. “So, how does this…”

“Come off?” she asked. Misty smiled at her boyfriend. She turned around in his arms, pushing her tight bubble-butt up against his crotch. She lifted her hair out of the way, where the garment tied together at the back of her neck. Ash took that as his cue, and untied the garment. The long straps of cloth covering her breasts fell away and hung at her hips. Ash slid his hands around and took her breasts in his hands. He kissed around her neck as he did. “Oh…Ash…” she moaned.

Ash caressed the firm, softball-sized flesh. The skin was taut and covered in goose bumps. When his fingertips brushed over her hard, sensitive nipples, she arched back against him. Her hand felt around for his bathing suit. She tried reaching in again to take hold of his dick, but with her current predicament her hand only grasped around clumsily. Thankfully, Ash helped solve her problem. He let go of her for a second, then quickly untied and pushed down his swimsuit. He tossed it aside, where it landed by the edge of the pool. He slid his hands back around to her breasts. “That better?” he asked, pushing his hard cock against her ass.

“Much,” she purred. Now she had no trouble reaching back and stroking him.

Ash kissed around her neck and pinched her nipples lightly. It felt…weird being naked in someone else’s home like this—and with another person in the room with him, no less. Granted, said person was his girlfriend, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling. At least in his bedroom, or at a Pokémon Center, if it came down to it, they could at least lock the door and have some privacy. Here, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being exposed.

At least he wouldn’t be alone with this feeling for long.

Ash noticed the deck chair a few feet in front of Misty. “Bend over,” he whispered. Misty complied, with a little push on her back from Ash, planting her hands on the floral-patterned cushion. He kissed a trail down her spine. His hands gripped her breasts one last time before sliding down her sides to her hips. He pulled Misty’s bathing suit off, letting it lay at her feet. Ash didn’t think he could be any more stunned by his girlfriend’s intimate surprises. He was wrong. To his delight, the skin under the thong portion of Misty’s suit was not tanned like the rest. “Good god, Misty,” Ash gasped, “When did you become so full of surprises?”

“Oh, you like that, huh?” she asked. She smiled at him as she looked over her shoulder. She wiggled her ass at him. The whole time, he stared at the tight muscles and their uniquely shaped tan line.

The wiggling stopped as Ash clamped his hands on her hips, holding her in place, and started an oral assault on her pussy.

“Ah, fuck!” Misty blurted out. Her head spun around forward as Ash started eating her out. She slumped forward, resting her head on the cushion. Her fingers clutched at the cushion as the sensations overtook her. Misty panted out her appreciation as Ash worked her over with his lips and his tongue. This was something she needed—a primal desire that could only be sated by her lover’s abilities. There was no other way to put it. Her body had been telling her for a while that it missed Ash’s touch, and she was satisfying its needs. His technique was wonderful, the product of untold amounts of practice by the young Pokémon master.

“Oh god, eat me, baby,” Misty whimpered. She let out a long, deep moan as she felt Ash’s tongue slide up and down her pussy lips. “Eat my pussy, Ash…unhhh…oh yeah…” Misty pushed herself against his working mouth. He grabbed her ass and pushed his tongue deeper inside. “Yeah, baby…” Her pleasure was building higher and higher with each lick.

Ash was unrelenting as he ate Misty out. Like Misty, he too had missed the intimacy they shared. Though, he seemed to be driven more by his mind than his body; all he could think about was how everything felt. The feel of her lithe muscle under soft skin, the gentle, pleasant smell that lingered on her body, the sound of her voice declaring her love to him, even her taste was burned into his memory. Especially her taste, as he feasted on her sweet, sweet pussy. Ash heard his girlfriend’s moans of pleasure and urging. His lips, his tongue, and his fingers worked harder to bring his girlfriend to orgasm.

“Don’t stop…” Misty cried out. “Please don’t stop…”

God, he probably missed her taste most of all.

Ash flicked his tongue up and down her wet lips quickly. Her hips twitched in his hands and her juices dripped from her lips. Ash stopped and looked at the wet, red, puffy lips of her pussy. His pause made Misty whimper in need. Her whimper became a shout as Ash gave her ass a good, firm slap with his right hand. The sound of her ass being slapped was still in her ear when Ash put his mouth back on her pussy. He gave her lips one more good licking before latching on to her clit and sucking hard.

“Fuck…Ash…oh god…” Misty moaned, getting louder and louder. “Oh god, Ash! I’m gonna cum! Ohhh! Yes, yes, yes, yes—aaaaaaaaahhhh!” Misty grew stiff as her orgasm hit, and her pussy juice splashed onto Ash’s face. She gasped and panted through her climax. The feelings endured, dragged out by Ash cleaning her wet lips with his tongue.

Misty slumped forward when her orgasm died off. She was still face down on the cushion, her knees hitting the foot of the chair. Her arms shook as she straightened them out. Her next course of action was to turn around and do the same to Ash. However, Ash brought on a change of plans. She perked up when she felt Ash grab hold of her hips. Then she screamed in delight as Ash thrust his cock into her pussy.

“Aaaah!” Misty shouted. “Oh my god!” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Oh, that feels so good, Ash!”

“Oh god, I can never get enough of this,” Ash moaned. He leaned in over her, groping her tits. He groaned into her ear. “I can never get enough of you.” He started thrusting into her.

“Fuck me, baby,” she purred. She turned her head towards him. “You can have as much as you want.” They kissed deeply as their bodies moved as one. Ash straightened up and grabbed her waist. He increased his pace, pounding his cock deeper inside of her.

As Ash thrust into his woman’s wet embrace, his gaze traveled up and down her back. She looked even sexier with the tan, but it was the thong tan line she developed that really had him going. Watching her ass bounce off his crotch was intensely erotic, and she carried herself like the tan line was a badge of honor. The sight (and feeling) of her pussy stretched around his thrusting dick was burned into his memory, as well. His pleasured grunting underscored her enthralled shouting and panting.

Ash squeezed her ass with both hands as he pounded into her. The flesh molded around his fingers. He kept one hand on her ass while the other came off and delivered another sharp slap. He didn’t need to be prompted this time…he just did it. Misty let out a high-pitched squeak when he slapped her ass. Ash smirked; she loved it. Another slap brought out a wail from her. After the next few slaps, she grew silent save for a few almost inaudible squeaks of pleasure. Ash knew she was ready to cum again. He grabbed hold of her waist and thrust harder, and faster, and deeper.

“Oh god, oh fuck, ooh—gyaaaaaaah!” Misty screamed. Ash remained buried in her pussy as she came, her walls clamping down on his dick. She tensed up underneath him, trapping his cock within her until her orgasm subsided.

Misty hung her head and went limp in Ash’s hands when it was over. She didn’t think she could go any further, but Ash convinced her otherwise. She was fully on the deck chair now, on one side. Ash draped one of her legs over his shoulder while straddling the other. His cock quickly took its place back inside his girlfriend, and he was back to fucking her.

Though they didn’t try this position until today, Misty was quickly starting to love it. Ash looked so intense taking her like that, she noticed. His cock dug deeper with each thrust he made. Plus, while he was pounding into her, his hand slid up and down the leg he was holding on to. His touch sent shivers up her leg and went straight to her pussy. Her tight, wet lips twitched around his cock—both from his touch and his fucking, both were bringing her closer to the edge.

“Ah, ah, oh, ohh, aaah, mmmph…” Misty moaned. “Oh, Ash…” She reached for his hand, which was settled on her thigh. Ash entwined his fingers in hers as he thrust harder. “Ash…I’m gonna cum…” She looked him dead in the eye. The lust in their eyes could’ve set the pool to a boil. “I’m so close…you’re gonna make me cum again!” Her eyes shut tightly and she bit on her bottom lip.

“Me too, Misty,” Ash said. He slowed down, instead slamming into Misty with hard, deep-penetrating thrusts. “Come on, babe, cum for me!” As his own orgasm drew near, he slammed harder into her. “Scream for me, honey…tell me how good it feels!”

She did just that. “Oh, yes! Oh god! Oh, oh, ah, aaah, ahhh-haaaah! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! YAAAAAAAAH!” Misty bellowed out her orgasm with a loud, lung-emptying shout. Her body arched underneath her lover and her pussy muscles clamped down on his cock. However, he pulled out, sending a spray of her juices all over him. In her orgasmic haze, she barely felt Ash pull out and push her completely on to her back. She found Ash standing over her, leaning on the back of the chair, his hand racing up and down his dick.

“Awww…fuck!” Ash grunted. He groaned deeply in his orgasm. His cum shot out of his cock and splattered along Misty’s tits and stomach. The first shot hit along her neck. The next landed in between her tits. Several more shots pooled around her stomach. Her tanned skin made his cum stand out on her body.

Misty lay back on the chair, while Ash leaned on its back. They both panted loudly, satisfied for the time being. She looked up at Ash, who seemed to tower over her. She crooked a finger at him. Ash leaned down, and Misty leaned up and met him with a kiss.

“Hand me that towel,” Misty said as the kiss broke off. Said towel was folded up on the chair next to theirs. Ash picked it up and unfolded it. She patted down her body with it, wiping his seed off of her.

“You were wonderful,” Ash said, straightening up.

Misty daintily extended her hand towards him. He took it, and she stood up. She bent over to grab her bathing suit. Misty noticed his cock was only partially limp, despite a powerful orgasm moments ago. “You think you can go more?”

“For you? Of course,” Ash said.

Misty smiled. “Good.” She pointed at one of the corners of the swimming hall. “We have a locker room over there. Let’s get cleaned up before we go any further. Then…well, it’s probably late, so we should turn in after that.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Ash kissed his girlfriend.

Misty beckoned Ash to follow as he grabbed his swimsuit. “This way,” she told him. Seeing how she made no move to put her swimsuit back on (it was just the two of them, after all), he didn’t bother redressing either. He walked alongside her, his arm around her waist. Soon, his hand slid down to her ass, cupping the tight flesh. Misty gently took his cock in her hand as they walked. He grew hard in her hand.


* * * * *


Their clothes were in a basket in a small changing area just before the shower itself, along with towels, body washes, and other such items. Inside, warm water poured from one of the showerheads onto the two lovers, and steam filled the rest of the shower. Misty kept her back to her boyfriend, simply enjoying the feeling of him being next to her. Ash, meanwhile, gently worked his fingers through Misty’s hair. The two-in-one shampoo/conditioner had a pleasing pomegranate smell to it, which was chiefly why Misty bought it in the first place.

Once he stopped, she turned around and arched her head back. The water rinsed the stuff out of her hair in short order. With her hair slicked straight back, she took a lather puff and rubbed it up and down Ash’s chest. The shower gel quickly became suds, which she took her sweet time in working over her boyfriend’s body. Ash gathered some of the suds in his hands, and rubbed them up and down Misty’s body, much to her delight.

While the main purpose was to get one another clean, the line between hygiene and foreplay was blurring more and more. Not that they minded, however. What started out as purposeful motions became gentle caresses, more focused on fueling one another’s passion. Ash’s cock had become fully hard again since they got in the shower, while Misty’s pussy twitched with need every time Ash touched her. They stared into one another’s eyes, arms around the other, while the water washed away the suds.

“I’m really glad you came to see me, Ash,” Misty said, caressing his chest.

“I figured you would,” Ash answered. “Have you been getting a lot of challengers?”

“Yeah, but it’s nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Certainly nothing like those three from earlier, right?” His hands gently caressed her sides.

“Oh, god, no. Most of the challengers have been more respectful than that. And even the ones who come in with an attitude leave…well, humbled.”

“And you looked great doing it, too.” Ash pulled her in close. “You looked so hot putting those idiots in their place today. But I don’t really think you needed my help; you looked like you had everything in control, until they started cheating.”

“I know, but…I just wanted you to be by my side, that’s all.” Misty put her arms around Ash’s neck. “I’ve missed you. I can’t tell you how badly I needed you to be here.”

“I think hearing you scream told me everything I needed to hear.” Misty laughed, but he was right. She didn’t know just how badly she missed him until she had the chance to be alone with him. During the day she could barely contain herself. And now that they were alone, they could really enjoy each other’s company…and make up for lost time.

Misty leaned in to kiss Ash, which he obliged. She turned so that his back was to the showerhead, blocking most of the spray from her. The kiss broke and Misty smiled at Ash.

“You did such a wonderful job of eating me out,” she purred, trailing her hand down his chest. “I wanted to return the favor, but…you changed my plans…”

“Sorry,” Ash chuckled. “I couldn’t help myself.” He kissed her again. “You’re just too irresistible.” Her finger slid up and down the length of his dick, twirling around the tip, making Ash moan. “Don’t worry; I won’t stop you this time.”

Misty smiled lustfully. “I should hope not.” She kept her lustful smile as she sunk to her knees before him. Ash’s hard dick was smooth – he shaved the area clean– and pointing right at her. She glanced up at him, and her tongue ran across her lips in a seductive matter. The Cerulean Gym Leader started by circling the tip of his prick with a few slow, sensuous laps of her tongue. Her lover stiffened up at the sensation. She ran her tongue down the length of his cock, down to the base, then back to the tip. She repeated the gesture, but more slowly on the way back up. Misty’s gaze met Ash’s as she flicked the tip of her tongue against his cock head.

Ash grunted as Misty worked over his cock. He looked down and saw Misty looking back up at him as she flicked her tongue around his tip. She smiled up at him, and planted a kiss on the tip of his cock. She moaned softly in pleasure. She couldn’t wait to taste him. Misty leaned forward and let Ash’s thick cock slip passed her lips and slide into her mouth.

“Unnnnh,” Ash shuddered. “Oh god, ohhhhh…” His head tilted back, and he briefly felt the spray of the shower on the top of his head. The young Pokémon master straightened out and looked down, content to watch his girlfriend suck his cock.

The water pouring onto his back was almost completely forgotten. The warm spray was nothing compared to the warm, wet heat centered on his cock. She worked his cock expertly; like him, she had plenty of experience to call on. Now, she was giving him the same kind of treatment she had received earlier. Ash put his hands gently on Misty’s head as she sucked, silently thankful for having such a beautiful woman in his life.

Misty took her time sucking on Ash. The shower was still going, but all they heard was Misty’s mouth sucking and slurping on Ash’s cock and his accompanying groans of pleasure. She bobbed her head back and forth slowly; making sure Ash felt her lips and her tongue on every contour of the hard flesh. Her tongue swirled around his cock with each movement of her head back and forth, drawing more and more pleasure for him—and for herself, who enjoyed bringing her boyfriend to the highest peaks of pleasure imaginable. Then she let his cock pop out of her mouth. When it did, she saw a small streak of precum drip out of the tip. One quick kiss later, the precum disappeared and lingered on her tongue. She sucked on the first inch or so while her hand ran up and down the rest of his length. Misty’s other hand caressed his balls.

“Oh fuck, Misty,” Ash breathed. He caressed her cheek while she sucked. “Unh…it feels so good…”

Misty hummed in pleasure, sending vibrations up his cock. The more she sucked, the more she wanted to taste Ash’s seed. She let go of him and took him completely into her mouth. It was almost as though she wanted to swallow him whole. She held her lips at the base of his cock for several seconds, sucking deeply. Ash’s grunted out his pleasure. He could feel another orgasm building, and would be just as big as the last one. And this time, it’s going to go in her belly as opposed to on it.

There would certainly be no objections on her part, that’s for sure. Misty grabbed hold of Ash’s butt, and bobbed her head back and forth more quickly. She took his entire length with each pass, which made him pant and moan as he neared the end. She gave a hard suck on his cock as she drew back, letting him slip out of her mouth.

And then the crack of her hand slapping his ass could be heard over the shower.

Misty smiled as Ash gasped in surprise. He was quite fond of doing the same to her, so turnabout was fair play. She slapped his ass with her other hand. Ash gasped out her name. Misty took Ash’s cock back in her mouth and sucked harder and faster, her fingers digging into her boyfriend’s ass.

“God, Misty, please don’t stop…” Ash moaned. “Don’t stop…” He watched Misty’s head bob back and forth, demanding his release, demanding he finally cum. “Yeah, honey…oh yeah...” He looked down at her. “Misty…Misty…oh, fuck…” And then, Ash threw his head back and his body tensed up. “I’m cumming!” Misty paused as the first shot hit her mouth. As Ash blasted more of his cum in her mouth, she sucked slowly, savoring his taste, letting his cum collect in her mouth. When his orgasm subsided, she gave one last suck on his cock, making sure to get every last drop

Once she had sucked him dry, Misty rose to her feet. She rubbed her tits up from his stomach to his chest as she stood. Ash felt her mold her body against his as he regained his senses. When she slinked her arms around his neck to kiss him, he kissed back almost as a reflex.

“Did you like that?” she asked, smiling.

“God, Misty,” Ash breathed. “That was amazing.” Ash gently pulled on her hair, tipping her head back. He leaned in and kissed her, mustering every ounce of desire he could. Misty let Ash control the kiss, holding on to his neck while he leaned her back a little further.

The kiss ended and they stood straight. “Maybe we should get out now,” Misty said.

“Yeah, we’ve been in here long enough,” Ash said. He turned to the shower, and turned the knobs to the off position. The water stopped, leaving only a cloud of steam filling the shower. When he turned his back, he felt Misty reach in front of him and take his dick in her hand. He hummed in delight. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw Misty press herself into him from behind, feeling her hand run up and down his cock.

Misty grabbed his hand and led him into the smaller changing room. He took a clean towel from off a shelf and gently ran it around Misty’s body. Misty would arch her body towards him slightly as he ran the towel up and down some parts of her body. She did the same with him, taking her time drying off her boyfriend. Once dry, Misty handed him the towel, while she grabbed a robe. Misty led Ash out past the pool and down another hallway into her bedroom.

Once she was in, Misty turned on the lamp sitting on one of the nightstands. The majority of the room’s décor consisted of varying shades of blue, from light, powdery blue to deep, rich midnight blue, with some white sprinkled here and there. There were pictures of him and her friends placed about the room as well. Misty’s room had a daybed, with a blue and white comforter and several throw pillows Across from the bed was a short entertainment center, with a TV set on top of it. Ash’s backpack with his stuff in it was on a chair in front of her desk.

Ash watched as Misty shed her robe and hang it on a hook by the door. Seeing how she made no move to put on anything else, Ash didn’t feel compelled to put anything on either. He simply tossed his towel in the hamper. Misty, in the meantime, went over to her bureau and reached for a bottle of body lotion. She pumped a little bit into her hand, and a light, pleasant scent filled the room. The clear lotion smelled of apples, and was rubbed into her skin smoothly. She reached for the bottle again. Her hand froze when Ash also grabbed the bottle of lotion.

“Wait,” Ash said, taking the bottle from her. There was a seductive tone to his voice. “Allow me…”

Ash pumped some of the lotion into his hands and set about rubbing it into Misty’s skin. He rubbed it around her shoulders, and then slid his hands in front to her flat stomach. He gently worked her stomach, feeling the taut skin of her belly tremble ever so slightly under his touch. His hands came off her, but to get more lotion. Misty held her arms out slightly, expecting Ash to reach in front of her. Instead, he smoothed his hands up and down her back. He trailed his finger down the length of her spine, knowing it was one of her hot spots. Ash then loaded up his hands with more lotion than before. There was no disappointment this time. Misty exhaled sharply as Ash groped and fondled her breasts. She felt her nipples grow hard. Ash was sating her need to have her breasts played with. While Ash was more attracted to Misty’s legs and ass in terms of favorite parts of a woman’s body, he made an effort to pay attention to all parts of his lover’s form. And even though hers weren’t as overblown as, say, Lorelei’s, or her friend May’s, they were still a very sensitive erogenous zone that demanded attention.

And as he gently tugged on her stiff nipples, Misty moaned in pleasure. He certainly was meeting her demands.

Misty reached back and held Ash’s head. For a few moments, it wasn’t about applying body lotion to Misty’s skin as it was caressing and pleasuring her tits. She let out a sharp exhale as Ash rolled her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. He cupped the firm, round flesh in his hands. “Turn around,” he whispered into her ear.

He was already on one knee before her when she turned around. She shivered as Ash’s lotion coated hands started on her legs. Ash started with her thigh. He massaged the lotion into the firm flesh. Gently his hands slid down to her calf, and back up her leg to her butt. He repeated the process with her other leg, giving it the same treatment as the other. All the while, his eyes would shift over to her pussy, pale, bald, and glistening with her juices. Ash settled both his hands on her ass as he finished his task.

“How was that?” he asked. “Good?”

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “Thank you, Ash.”

“Anything for you, babe.” His tongue shot in and snuck a quick lick of her pussy before getting to his feet. Misty whimpered at the all-too-brief feeling in her lips. She gazed into his eyes as her hands delicately caressed his chest. She reached for the bed covers.

“Here, you get in first,” Misty said, drawing back the covers. Ash complied, and lay on his side, looking at her. She got in a second later and pulled the covers atop both of them. She snuggled back against him. His hand slid over her stomach as she reached for the remote. Soon, the glow of the television was the only light in the room.

They only watched television for a few minutes. In truth, they weren’t really concerned with what was on. Being this close to one another was all that really mattered. Ash was more focused on his girlfriend’s body, and how good it felt to hold her in his arms. Once the TV became too boring to keep his attention, he shifted his focus to Misty. He held his arms around her waist at first, but they wouldn’t stay there long. He gently slid his hand up and down her side. His hand slowed when it got to her breasts or her hips. The lean, athletic muscle under her soft skin was pleasant to touch. Misty’s nipples stiffened under his tough, his finger slowly tracing over the hard little nub.

Misty was just as attentive to the television as Ash was. Whatever program she had tuned into was forgotten the moment Ash’s hands started to wander. She leaned back into him as he caressed her. His hands felt wonderful drifting up and down her body. She sighed as he delicately fondled her breast. His other hand was pinned underneath her body, but would soon be joined by hers, their fingers intertwined. All the while he planted light, fleeting little kisses from her neck up to her ear. Misty couldn’t remember when she felt this happy.

The next time his hand went to her hip, she took hold of it and guided it between her legs. Her thighs parted, and Ash caressed her pussy lips, which were slick with her juices. Misty held his hand in place, and she sighed contently at how good it felt. Her body arched back against his at the feelings. Ash kissing around her neck made her moan in delight.

And then…she looked over her shoulder, back at him, and they both stopped. They smiled, and their lips came together in a kiss. Misty turned around so that she was facing him, and lost herself in his embrace. Ash held her in his arms lovingly, while Misty slid her hand down his stomach to his cock, which was hard in her grasp once again.

“You think you can give it to me one more time?” she asked with a smile.

“Anything for you, honey,” Ash said.

Ash leaned back to allow Misty to lie on her back. He kneeled in between her spread legs. The sheets pooled around his bent knees as he regarded his beautiful girlfriend. She lay there with her arms over her head, her breasts gently rising and falling with her breath, a look of anticipation in her eyes.

“Ah!” Misty gasped in surprise. Ash bent his head down and started licking around her right breast. He licked every inch of the firm, tanned flesh. Misty writhed in pleasure underneath him, trying to steer her nipple toward his mouth. And then, she froze when he did just that. Misty cradled Ash’s head as his mouth worked on her nipple. He switched between flicking his tongue over it and wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking. She clutched harder on his hair the better he made her feel; when he bit gently on her nipple and tugged just a little bit, she felt like she would rip out a chunk of his hair. He licked his way over to her other breast, working her over just as before. Her skin always had an exquisite taste to it, and a night like this was no exception.

The young Pokémon Master would have to make a note of what kind of body lotion Misty used.

Ash took both tits in hand and focused solely on her nipples. Misty’s arms lay limp beside her as he worked her over. The sound of his kissing and lip smacking complimented Misty’s pleasured moans, drowning out the television entirely. He kept switching between her nipples, keeping her on her toes, and on the edge.

When he heard her short, rapid-fire gasps, he knew it was time to move on.

Spreading her legs further apart, Ash took hold of his cock, and aimed it at her pussy. He pushed himself in slowly, savoring her tight, wet embrace. Ash’s deep groan was muted by Misty’s blissful wail.

Her eyes shut tightly upon his entrance. “Oh my god,” she gasped. Her body instinctively tensed up underneath him, her inner walls holding him in place. When she opened her eyes, Ash leaned down and kissed her. Their tongues swirled around one another as their kiss deepened.

They broke off the kiss, and stared into one another’s eyes. “You feel so good, Misty,” Ash whispered. He pulled back slowly, and pushed in a little bit harder this time.

“You do, too,” Misty panted. She gasped when Ash thrust into her. “Yeah, keep doing that…just like that…” She threw her arms around Ash and leaned up to kiss him again.

Ash kept up his slow, loving pace, determined to make this last for as long as possible, and to make it feel the best it could, for both of them. He savored the feeling of Misty’s pussy clinging to his cock with each thrust in, and how it tried to suck him back in every time he pulled back. Misty squeezed her pussy muscles around Ash’s cock, trying to hold him within her. With Ash’s gentle pace, Misty could feel her inner walls mold to every contour of Ash’s dick as he pushed inside.

When Misty’s vision focused again, she saw Ash looking down at her with a serious look in his eyes. “You know, Misty…” he started, keeping up his pace, “I don’t do this to you enough.”

“You don’t?” Misty asked, panting. She chuckled. “You’re insatiable.”

“No,” Ash corrected. “I mean this…” He slid his arms around her. “…holding you in my arms…being this close to you…looking into your eyes when you cum…” Every word resonated with not only wholehearted passion, but absolute, irrefutable truth—the kind of tone Ash took when he promised he would win a Gym Battle or win a Conference championship.

Misty felt like she would cry.

She bit down on her bottom lip—due to both the pleasure he was making her feel and to keep from sobbing right then and there. She slid her hands up and down his body, wrapping around his neck. Her knees dug into his sides as he worked her pussy. “Oh, Ash…” she whispered.

Ash started thrusting into Misty a little harder and faster. He looked down at his girl’s face, a look of pure rapture across her features. Normally, Misty was quite vocal, yelling out her pleasure for the entire world to hear (and leading to a few rather embarrassing situations for the two), which never failed to turn Ash on even more. But tonight, seeing Misty’s eyes closed, a long, drawn out, shuddering exhale coming from her quivering lips aroused Ash more than he ever felt before. .

“Oh god, Ash,” Misty whispered. Ash couldn’t put into words how good her hands on his body felt. Her arms traveled back up his body, wrapping around his neck, as Ash drilled into her. He leaned down and kissed her sensitive spot around her neck, below her ear, and whispered his love for her in between flicks of her earlobe with his tongue. He grunted loudly when her fingertips circled around his nipples, pinching them between her thumb and index fingers. Ash hung his head and groaned loudly. Holding himself up on his hands, he started thrusting harder into Misty. As he did, the Cerulean Gym Leader rubbed his nipples a little harder. The squeaking of the bed joined the pleasured moans of the two lovers in creating a symphony of pleasure.

Misty’s hands moved to caress his back and his shoulders, loving how his tense muscles felt, each one working to bring them closer and closer to the end. She slid her hands down her back to Ash’s butt. She squeezed tightly as she felt the muscles flex and tense up as he thrust his cock into her. Her panting stopped for a second, her breath held, before letting out a loud, anguished gasp. Ash knew that body language like the back of his hand. This is what he was striving for—the loud, piercing screams of his woman in the throes of a powerful orgasm. “You gonna cum?” he whispered. Even after cumming twice already, Ash’s could feel one more good, strong orgasm welling up as well. He wanted the two of them to cum at the same time.

“Yeah, honey,” Misty gasped. “I’m almost there…just keep doing that.” She looked into his eyes. “You’re gonna make me cum all over your cock…”

“Better hold on tight, baby,” Ash purred. “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride…”

Even with Misty clinging to him, Ash could still rear back almost completely and slam his cock back into her tight little pussy. His body smacked against hers, issuing a loud pop of flesh against flesh, but not as loud as Ash’s and Misty’s pleasured moaning.

“Mmmmph…ahhh, oh god,” Misty moaned under her boyfriend. “Oh yeah…oh god…mmmmm…” As she felt another orgasm approach, her inner walls tightened as though they had a mind of their own. Her fingers dug deeper into Ash’s ass. “Oh, god! Ahhh, ahhhh! Oh, god Aaaaashhh…”

“Oh, fuck, ohh, god…” Ash grunted. “I’ll never get enough of this…” His expression steeled. “Come on, Misty. Cum for me, baby…cum with me…” Ash put everything he had into his last thrusts, intent on making this coming orgasm the strongest. His determined look penetrated Misty’s very soul, and her resistance melted in a heartbeat.

“Aaaaaah, fuck! Ash!” Misty yelled. “Oh, your cock feels so good inside me!” Every breath Misty took came out as a desperate gasp for release. And her boyfriend would give it to her. “Oh, god, Ash, yes! Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ngh…” She looked at her boyfriend with wild, wide-open eyes. “Ash, I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, god! ASH!” she screeched as her orgasm hit. Her head snapped back and she screamed out her pleasure loud enough to shake the walls of her bedroom. She locked up around Ash, holding him in place, holding his cock deep inside of her as his own orgasm hit, her juices gushing around him.

“Oh, fuck! Misty!” Ash roared. He buried his cock as deep as it could go when he met his end. His earlier climaxes did nothing to stifle the power of his orgasm, and his cum shot into his girlfriend’s pussy with enough force to really make her feel it. He shot several spurts of his cum into her spasming cunt, which were happily accepted. As her orgasm died down and he kept filling her with his seed, her body went limp, with first her hands and then her legs sliding off of him.

His cum emptied into his girlfriend, Ash collapsed overtop of her. He embraced her gently, holding her close as their bodies cooled off. Ash rolled to his side, taking Misty with him, and they snuggled against one another.

Ash tilted her chin upward, and their eyes met. Misty smiled up at her boyfriend. Their lips came together in a kiss. “If every visit I make ends like this, I’ll have to visit you more often,” Ash said. Misty laughed lightly at him, and he pulled her into another kiss. Ash gently slipped out of his girlfriend. When he lay on his back, Misty snuggled close to him. She lay with her body half-draped on his chest.

“Ash…you were so wonderful,” she sighed, closing her eyes.

“So were you, Misty,” he whispered. He draped an arm around her. “So what do we have planned for tomorrow?”

“As long as you’re with me, it doesn’t matter,” Misty said. Ash pulled the covers over top of them, and they drifted off to sleep together.


* * * * *


Sometime during the night, Misty had turned so that she was on her side, with her back to her boyfriend. Ash was content to lie there, enjoying the tranquil moment. The only sound in the room was Misty’s slow, steady breathing.

Ash slowly slid his hand across Misty’s body. His fingers just barely grazed against her tanned skin. Slowly they traced up and down her luscious, athletic form. They slid over her firm, flat belly, then up to almost her breasts. They slid down again, and he felt her body rise and fall as she breathed. His lips barely touched her neck as he planted light, delicate kisses on her.

When his hand moved up her body this time, his fingers met the smooth, taut skin of her breasts. His hand gently cupped the firm mound of flesh, hearing her gasp in her sleep. Ash then slid his fingers around her nipple, circling slowly, teasingly. Gradually, the nipple hardened under his touch.

Misty cooed in her sleep, and slowly her eyes opened. “Good morning,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Ash.

“Good morning, babe,” Ash said, kissing her. Their kiss deepened in a hurry, losing themselves in the moment. His hand fondled her breast, and then slid down her flat stomach to her pussy. She shuddered as his fingers caressed her lips.

“Yeah…” she sighed. Her lips grew wet under his touch. Misty put her hand atop his. “Mmmm…” She looked back at Ash. “Are you always like this early in the morning?”

Ash smiled at her. “I’ve got you by my side,” he said. “Kinda hard not to be.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, folding on her stomach. Then, Misty turned around to face him. She rolled into her boyfriend, putting him on his back and her astride his waist. She sat with her chest out and her back straight, putting herself on display for her lover. Misty looked down at Ash with a lusty, sensual look in her eyes.

“And you call me insatiable,” Ash said with a smirk.

Chuckling back, Misty ran her hands over her firm, round tits. Her fingers found her hard nipples, and she pinched and tugged at them lightly. Ash’s hands slid up her thighs to her waist. She sighed and closed her eyes. Misty put her hands atop his, then leaned down and draped her body across his. Rubbing her tits up and down his chest slowly, Misty leaned in and met Ash’s lips in a deep kiss. The whole time, Misty ground her body against Ash’s, while his hands traveled from her back down to her slim waist.

Then, Misty sat up straight again. She lifted her hips and took hold of Ash’s rock hard cock. She straightened it out, and let the tip caress her pussy lips. When she felt the tip push her pussy lips apart, she sat herself down on his cock.

“Ohhhh, Ash,” Misty moaned.

Misty started out slowly, rocking her hips back and forth, feeling Ash’s dick roll around deep inside of her. He felt so good, his presence felt so deep inside of her. She leaned back with her hands on his knees, arching her back and giving Ash a good view of her pussy lips stretched around his dick. Misty’s grinding soon turned into bucking, as she started moving her hips up and down on her boyfriend.

Ash’s hands went from her waist up her smooth, flat stomach. Her belly quivered, her face a look of pure ecstasy. Misty guided his hands up to her tits. Ash started fondling the round, firm mounds of flesh, making Misty groan and bite down on her lower lip.

“Yeah,” she gasped as Ash rubbed and pinched her nipples. “Keep doing that…” She gasped as Ash tugged on her nipples. “Ah! Oh, Ash!”

The youngest of the Sensational Sisters leaned forward and put her hands on Ash’s shoulders. He leaned up and kissed her as she did. When their kiss broke, Misty purred and clutched his shoulders harder. Staring deeper into her boyfriend’s eyes, Misty started pumping her hips up and down on him. Her wet pussy molded around his cock as she dropped herself down and clung to him with each up stroke.

Ash grabbed Misty by the waist. It was a token gesture, though; soon, she was bouncing harder and faster, the sharp pops of flesh hitting flesh a constant, as opposed to the erratic moaning and grunting on the two lovers’ parts.

“Mmmm, I like this,” Ash said. “God, Misty, you’re so hot when aggressive like this.”

He winced as Misty dug her fingers almost painfully into his shoulders. “Then you’ll really like this,” she said. She planted her hands on the bed next to Ash’s head. With another wicked gleam in her eyes, she started pumping her hips up and down hard and fast. Ash gasped in surprise. Misty’s body worked like a machine to bring herself and her boyfriend to orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Ash gasped. “Ohh, Misty!”

“Yeah,” she grunted. “You know you love it.” She reached her hand back and grabbed one of her tits roughly. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how you love me riding your cock!”

His hands slid down from her waist to her ass. As she came down with each bounce, Ash pushed his hips up and pulled down on her, driving his cock deeper inside of her. “Come on, babe,” Ash grunted. “Ride me. Ride my cock!”

And ride him, she did. Her fingers dug into the sheets as the pleasure began overwhelming her. Ash’s cock was hitting so hard and so deep inside of her. His dirty talk, the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh as her cunt swallowed his dick, the sound his hand slapping her ass made…in the moments before her orgasm, this is what Heaven sounded like.

“Oh, my god!” Misty wailed. Her vision burred as she neared the end. “Oh, god! Oh…oh fuck!” She threw her head back one last time as she screamed out her orgasm. She took Ash’s cock to the hilt as she came. Ash’s cock pulsed and throbbed inside of her, and Ash shouted his pleasure as he came inside of her. Her pussy milked Ash’s cock for all it was worth, drinking down every last bit of his hot, thick cum.

Misty collapsed atop Ash when her orgasm ebbed away. For a few minutes, they lay there, Misty snuggling against Ash’s chest, the two intimately connected. Misty had a small smile on her face, while Ash tried to calm himself down and controlling his breathing. Their stares were blank before Misty spoke up.

“We should get some breakfast,” Misty said. “We’re probably the only ones up right now.”

“Works for me,” Ash said.

Misty pushed the covers up and off of them. She got out of bed first, while Ash sat with his legs over the edge of the bed. He was content to watch Misty while she dressed. She opened up her bureau and picked out an old T-shirt, which Ash recognized as formerly belonging to him. She then reached into another draw and pulled out miniscule pair of panties that looked like no more than a few strings of fabric. The shirt came down past her hips, showing off her toned legs.

After Misty had dressed, Ash reached into his bag and pulled out his usual sleepwear, an old pair of mesh workout shorts and an old T-shirt with the sleeves torn off. Once dressed, Misty opened the bedroom door, and led Ash to the kitchen.

Contrary to Misty’s assumptions, they were not the only ones up. Daisy was seated at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. Ash and Misty froze when they saw here there; Daisy regarded them with indifference.

“Hey,” she said. She glanced at a section of the newspaper. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Um…hello, Daisy,” Ash said, waving. This was nothing out of the ordinary, with Daisy, Violet and/or Lily bringing guys home and having them stay the night. Most of the, time the other sisters were off partying when they brought some guy home…and probably had little to no contact with him afterward. At least with Misty, the guy was her boyfriend, so it didn’t look as bad.

Ash went over to the refrigerator. “You want me to make you something?” he asked Misty, pulling it open.

Misty smiled. “I didn’t know you could cook,” she said.

“A little.” He grabbed a handful of eggs. “I mean, it’s not like it’s really difficult or anything. Besides, I watched my mom cook plenty of times; you’d think I’d pick up something. Right?”

Laughing, Misty sat down at the table. Ash looked in the cabinets for a suitable frying pan. After a few moments, Daisy set the paper down and looked at her youngest sister.

“So,” she started, “did you two, like, have fun last night?”

Misty shrugged. “Yeah, I guess,” she said. “I mean…it was just us, and…” She trailed off. Inside she was thinking, All the imbeciles you three bring home, suddenly I’m on the spot for being with my boyfriend?!

“I mean…” Daisy leaned towards Misty. “You’re positively glowing this morning. I mean, totally.”

“I’m just really excited that he’s here,” Misty stated flatly. “Ash makes me happy.”

“Yeah, I know.” Daisy got up and walked towards Ash, who was pouring the thoroughly blended eggs into the pan. Much to his surprise, she threw and arm around his neck, startling him and almost making a mess. “I mean, you two, like, can’t keep your hands off one another.”

“Come again?” Ash asked.

“For sure! The way you two were screaming last night, you’d think someone had died, and stuff. That’s what the video said, anyway!”

Misty froze. Aw, shit…the security cameras! Indeed, in her needy, lust-fueled haze, Misty had forgotten about the security cameras stationed around the gym, including both swimming pools. Misty got a mental image of a black-and-white shot of the deck chairs, her bent over one of them while getting drilled by Ash, as both yelled out in pleasure. Daisy must’ve checked them before they got up.

As soon as Daisy said “video”, Ash was in a similar state of shock. Ash was only dimly aware of a security feed, having only seen one or two cameras in the gym proper. Still, the thought of him being caught on tape having sex wasn’t something he felt like dealing with. Especially considering the potential for damaging reputations things like this had.

“Which reminds me…” Daisy turned her attention to Ash. “We’re putting on a new aquatic show today, and we totally need new male and female leads. I’d really love it if you two could be a part of this. Whaddya say?”

Misty’s hands clenched into tight balls. She knew exactly what she was saying despite the very convenient “need” for parts in those deplorable water ballets. Either Ash and Misty star in their cutesy little show, or Daisy would leak the security footage of Ash and Misty having sex in the pool onto the internet. It was a reprehensible move that, sadly, the two were in no position to counter.

Ash’s stunned mind could only formulate a token response. “…do what now?”


* * * * *


The outfits were gaudy.

The story was an insufferable cliché storm.

The audience, who were so dazzled by Misty’s gym battling yesterday, were only there to see her in a fanservice-heavy mermaid costume.

As Daisy hurriedly moved people to their positions and shouted stage directions, both Ash and Misty had the same thought going through their heads…

I look – and feel – stupid.

THE END.