Misty and the Bike Thief
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Growling Misty stomped her way towards the pokemon center. Inside was the boy who had just demolished her bike. She'd been fishing at a nearby lake when she'd caught him and his pikachu. Normally whatever she fished out of the water she considered hers but, being in a good mood, she decided to let her catch go. Unfortunately her generosity had been spat back in her face. The boy had stolen Misty's bike claiming he needed to 'borrow' it to get his pikachu to a pokemon center. He had sped off before Misty could say otherwise. She'd gone after him only to find her bike lying trashed and abandoned in the middle of the path. Now she was only a few hundred yards from where the young thief was shacked up and she was ready to exact revenge.
Her footfalls caused small tremors. Everyone who was walking along the path to town did their best to dart out of the angry tomboy's way. Those inside of nearby buildings looked out of their windows to find the source of the seismic disturbance. What they saw was cause for alarm, giants often caused quite a deal of damage.
You see Misty was a size changer. Though rare size changers weren't unheard of. Just three years prior Hoenn scientists had discovered that humans were really a type of pokemon. Much like Dragonite though they possessed a higher level of intelligence than most other pocket monsters. Their revelation helped to explain a number of previously unexplained phenomena. Why did pokeballs work on humans when they were designed to only capture lesser species? Why did certain humans have powers and special abilities others didn't? As it turns out humans, through evolution, had lost many of their innate special abilities. As they came to rely on society their powers became something akin to vestiges. Yet some humans still had their pokemon abilities and, through training, could learn even more.
These findings caused the world to change dramatically. Humans, since they were in fact pokemon, became fair game for collectors and trainers. Pokemon didn’t have rights to freedom and after humans were reclassified they lost most of their privileges. Slavery became common place. Also humans who had innate pokemon abilities were allowed to use their powers without restriction. This practically made humans with abilities a new class of citizen above the law. Of course many protested but any politician who tried to protest usually ended up crushed, sucked up someone’s anus, snorted up a nose, reduced to a sex toy, or devoured. Many, primarily female, gym leaders had powers manifest and had sort of taken control of the government. Jhoto, Hoenn, the whole world fell under the control of a powerful new class of citizen. Misty happened to be one of them (though she was too young to care about politics). Most power users were actually quite nice and didn’t abuse their abilities but Misty, being egotistical, quick to anger, and competitive, was constantly relying on her size changing abilities.
Misty, who could change her size at will, usually only grew when she wanted to travel faster, when she was hungry, or when she was angry. Now she was pretty damn angry and she had shot up to 50 feet the instant she’d seen her demolished bike. Fortunately her clothes grew with her. As the young girl stomped her way towards town a old man with bad hips collapsed in her path. He let out a primal cry as a giant red tennis descended on him. Misty felt the somewhat familiar squash beneath her foot. It wasn’t her fault, whoever it was had seen her, they should have gotten off the trail. Still she felt a bit guilty. After taking a few steps she found a fence and, scraping the bottom of her shoe like you would if you wanted to remove arcanine crap, peeled the man off the heel of her shoe.
“Sorry about that,” She grumbled not bothering to check if he was dead or alive. By now the nearby pokemon center had evacuated not sure what the giant orange-red haired girl planned to do. All accept for one boy, Ash Ketchum, who recognized her instantly. Her hair, yellow shirt, red suspenders, and jean shorts were pretty memorable.
“Whoa, it’s that girl from before!”
“You! You mangled my bike! She leaned down and snatched to tiny trainer up with one hand, he didn’t struggle. In her other hand Misty held her once shiny new bike. She showed it to the boy before tossed its twisted remains to the ground, “You shouldn’t take what doesn’t belong to you.” The giant tomboy lectured him, “How would you like it if I just waltzed up to you while you were fishing and stole your little pokemon cap?”
“Ummm, I wouldn’t?” Ash responded not quite realizing it was a rhetorical question.
“That’s right bucko!”
“Umm, Ash Ketchum.”
“Huh?”
“My names Ash Ketchum, not bucko……” The boy grinned sheepishly, “Er, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. I only took your bike because I really needed it.” Misty didn’t really care what his name was but, for some reason, knowing it stole some of her fire. After glancing back down at her bike it flared back up.
Suddenly, without saying a word, she started pulling off his clothing. Ash’s shirt, pants, and even his underwear fluttered to the ground below. The giant angry orange haired girl was started wiggling off his shoes.
“Wh- what are you doing?!”
“Clothing doesn’t agree with me.” She told him, matter o factly, in a gruff voice.
It took a few seconds for the girl’s words to strike home. Ash looked up at the giant face above him as she lightly licked her lips in preparation for a meal. She was…….. going to eat him? He’d only been on his epic pokemon journey for a day and he had slept in, received a pokemon who hated him, been attacked by a murder of spearows, and now he was going to be eaten and digested. This just wasn’t his day at all.
Ash finally found his voice as his last bit of clothing, a sock, was pulled off his left foot, “W- wait, I can explain!”
“Explain it to my stomach.”
“No please, just give me a minute! Please hear me out!”
Misty didn’t really want an explanation. The boy had stolen her bike and wrecked it. What good excuse could he possibly give? Still, Misty wasn’t too cruel. She could at least hear him out, “Start explaining.” She growled.
Ash launched into a frantic explanation of what happened. Misty lost some of her righteous anger. What he had done was wrong but she couldn’t hate him for it. He’d done it to save his pokemon. What if her Staryu had been injured? She might have done the same thing. Misty was still hungry though, and he did owe her a bike.
The naked boy shivered in her palm, “So what are you going to do with me.. uh.”
“Misty, Misty Waterflower.”
“What are you going to do to me Misty?”
The giant girl sighed, she was still pretty pissed but she felt like killing him might be a bit too harsh. Maybe she could shrink back down to regular size and see how much money he had? Misty scanned his belongings on the ground, no, he probably didn’t have the cash to pay for her bike. He might as well give her a nice squirmy lunch to compensate (though a lunch is hardly worth a bike he wouldn’t be in a position to offer her anything else).
“So what’re are you going to do with me? I, I promise I’ll pay you back, just give me a little time!”
Misty sighed once more, he sounded honest enough. Finally she decided, “All right, this is the deal….”
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