Not so Pleasant Morning
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 31
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Ash snuggled in his bed within Misty’s personball. He had slept great for the first time since getting captured by his cruel, yet in a twisted way fair master. He had never outright feared Misty, only a great amount of trepidation for the future he’d have in her service. After everything that had happened yesterday, the pokemon transformation, the beedrill attack and the two funky farts, he no longer could think of Misty as scary. She was just a huge tomboy. He was positive that she wouldn’t kill him, only torment him a little. Somehow, knowing the worst thing she would do was give him a wet Willie or fart on him some more made the him more confident around the colossal girl.
“Ash, wake up.”
Groaning, the voice prompted Ash to curl further into his sheets and try and get back to bed. It was Misty from outside the personball, trying to rouse him from his slumber. But he didn’t want to go, it was too comfortable and he wanted to catch a few more winks. Let Misty leave him alone, she could start for Cerulean alone and let him out when she got there. It wouldn’t mean much work for her, she’d just have to cart that ridiculously huge bag around in her giant size. Let her do some work and give him a break. Ash got a few more seconds of sleep, then everything was turned upside down.
“Oooooffff!” he grunted. He’d been thrown from his comfy bed to the hard, ground. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he covered his face as sunlight poured onto him. He was in the middle of the street, lying on the ground in front of a very impatient Misty. Tapping her foot, Misty looked at her wristwatch and then looked at Ash disapprovingly.
“We were supposed to leave this city ten minutes ago,” she told Ash jadedly.
Sighing, Ash had forgotten about all the other things Misty could do to him aside from the gross tomboy stuff. Misty could boss him around like a government mule. He had no power over his life and had to do whatever she said. For someone that seemed so blasé, she sure was a slave driver, pun intended.
“Sorry, won’t happen again.” Returning to his feet, Ash brushed himself off and looked down at himself. Sighing again, he politely asked Misty to let him back into the personball to get his clothes. He had undressed last night before bed, keeping on his pokeball boxers, which he was only wearing now. Misty thought about it for half a second and shook her head.
“You’ll be walking around in your boxers for the rest of the day as punishment for not being ready on time. You can get your clothes tonight, when you go back into your personball. Maybe next time you won’t be such a lazy slave. You should consider yourself lucky that I don’t like being distracted by dangly bits or I’d make you strip those boxers off.”
After laying down his punishment, Misty dropped her bags at Ash’s feet and started to walk off, knowing Ash would follow obediently. With his head hung low, the half naked boy did follow, knowing that if he complained he might just lose the boxers, even if Misty found certain parts of him distracting. He had to chose his battles carefully if he was going to survive being Misty’s slave. No backtalk was a big thing to remember. That samurai and Brock had both lipped off to her and now the samurai was dead and Brock probably wished he were. Doing as he was told was a big second rule for survival. He didn’t care if Misty saw him as a pet, as long as she saw him as an obedient pet that didn’t need to be punished. If he could do these two things, who knows, maybe Misty would start treating him like a living, breathing human being. At that moment, his stomach added it’s own thoughts by growling loudly.
“Um, Misty, can I have some breakfast?”
“What, I fed you yesterday!” Exasperatedly Misty shouted at him. Her loud voice made Ash flinch, but he didn’t back down. He needed energy if he was going to carry Misty’s bags all the way to Cerulean, meaning he needed food. Misty glared at him weakly, but eventually gave up. Much to Ash’s surprise, she then smiled.
“I’m a little hungry too. Let me round us up some breakfast.”
Happily, Ash followed Misty to a waffle house down the street. They walked towards the breakfast eatery, but before Ash could step in, Misty shot an arm out to block him from getting any further. Halted in his steps, a very confused Ash looked at his redhead master, who had a small smile on her roguish face. Something was going on in her head. An idea was forming and Ash had a sinking feeling in his gut he wasn’t going to like Misty’s idea. Deciding to just bite the bullet he asked Misty what she was thinking.
“Um, Misty, why aren’t we going into the restaurant?”
Misty looked at him like he was stupid, to which Ash had no response to give. “What do you think, I’m made of money because my family runs a pokemon gym? I need to conserve my cash, but don’t worry you’ll eat. I got an idea that will fill both our bellies.”
“Ash, wake up.”
Groaning, the voice prompted Ash to curl further into his sheets and try and get back to bed. It was Misty from outside the personball, trying to rouse him from his slumber. But he didn’t want to go, it was too comfortable and he wanted to catch a few more winks. Let Misty leave him alone, she could start for Cerulean alone and let him out when she got there. It wouldn’t mean much work for her, she’d just have to cart that ridiculously huge bag around in her giant size. Let her do some work and give him a break. Ash got a few more seconds of sleep, then everything was turned upside down.
“Oooooffff!” he grunted. He’d been thrown from his comfy bed to the hard, ground. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he covered his face as sunlight poured onto him. He was in the middle of the street, lying on the ground in front of a very impatient Misty. Tapping her foot, Misty looked at her wristwatch and then looked at Ash disapprovingly.
“We were supposed to leave this city ten minutes ago,” she told Ash jadedly.
Sighing, Ash had forgotten about all the other things Misty could do to him aside from the gross tomboy stuff. Misty could boss him around like a government mule. He had no power over his life and had to do whatever she said. For someone that seemed so blasé, she sure was a slave driver, pun intended.
“Sorry, won’t happen again.” Returning to his feet, Ash brushed himself off and looked down at himself. Sighing again, he politely asked Misty to let him back into the personball to get his clothes. He had undressed last night before bed, keeping on his pokeball boxers, which he was only wearing now. Misty thought about it for half a second and shook her head.
“You’ll be walking around in your boxers for the rest of the day as punishment for not being ready on time. You can get your clothes tonight, when you go back into your personball. Maybe next time you won’t be such a lazy slave. You should consider yourself lucky that I don’t like being distracted by dangly bits or I’d make you strip those boxers off.”
After laying down his punishment, Misty dropped her bags at Ash’s feet and started to walk off, knowing Ash would follow obediently. With his head hung low, the half naked boy did follow, knowing that if he complained he might just lose the boxers, even if Misty found certain parts of him distracting. He had to chose his battles carefully if he was going to survive being Misty’s slave. No backtalk was a big thing to remember. That samurai and Brock had both lipped off to her and now the samurai was dead and Brock probably wished he were. Doing as he was told was a big second rule for survival. He didn’t care if Misty saw him as a pet, as long as she saw him as an obedient pet that didn’t need to be punished. If he could do these two things, who knows, maybe Misty would start treating him like a living, breathing human being. At that moment, his stomach added it’s own thoughts by growling loudly.
“Um, Misty, can I have some breakfast?”
“What, I fed you yesterday!” Exasperatedly Misty shouted at him. Her loud voice made Ash flinch, but he didn’t back down. He needed energy if he was going to carry Misty’s bags all the way to Cerulean, meaning he needed food. Misty glared at him weakly, but eventually gave up. Much to Ash’s surprise, she then smiled.
“I’m a little hungry too. Let me round us up some breakfast.”
Happily, Ash followed Misty to a waffle house down the street. They walked towards the breakfast eatery, but before Ash could step in, Misty shot an arm out to block him from getting any further. Halted in his steps, a very confused Ash looked at his redhead master, who had a small smile on her roguish face. Something was going on in her head. An idea was forming and Ash had a sinking feeling in his gut he wasn’t going to like Misty’s idea. Deciding to just bite the bullet he asked Misty what she was thinking.
“Um, Misty, why aren’t we going into the restaurant?”
Misty looked at him like he was stupid, to which Ash had no response to give. “What do you think, I’m made of money because my family runs a pokemon gym? I need to conserve my cash, but don’t worry you’ll eat. I got an idea that will fill both our bellies.”
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