Misty: Saint or Sinner?
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 33
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Conversation was sparse for most of the first day of Misty and Ash’s journey to Mt. Moon. All the important parts of their lives had been divulged during the first few days of Ash’s slavery. They already knew the basic things about each other, their wants, dreams, and desires; there wasn’t much else they felt comfortable divulging. Any conversation about the last few days would be hard to talk about. The only major things that had happened involved some kind of pain or humiliation for Ash. Misty had no problem chatting up about that, but Ash didn’t want any conversation that included the words ‘fart’, ‘nude’ or ‘anus’, which pretty much made conversations about what’s happened impossible. It seemed like this was going to be a very boring journey that Ash was not going to enjoy. If Misty got bored, she got restless and when that happened, nothing settled her down more then growing. Once huge, she would spend her time tormenting the little people around her while she walked. There was no one for miles, leaving Ash to take the brunt of her sick games.
Misty would of done all types of things to Ash to make time go by quicker. She would of put him in her shoe and pushed him to the toe area, where he would be safe from being stepped on, but not safe by her fetid foot odor. She would of tossed him in her underwear, first in the front where he’d get tangled up in the wiry red pubic hair and after an hour, send him to the back where he could experience everything that Brock had yesterday. If she was still bored after that, Misty would of gone for the final game in her sick repertoire, the sucking. Ash would be tossed inside her mouth and sucked on like a piece of candy all day long. He’d be battered by her tongue, tossed around like a ragdoll and manipulated by her skillful mouth until ever inch of him had been sucked dry for flavor. Maybe Misty would spit him out when she was done, maybe she would accidentally swallow him or maybe she would swallow him down on purpose to get a snack before she set up camp. Ash would of suffered greatly if Misty kept being bored, maybe even died. However, as they passed by an tall oak tree, seeing the mighty vegetation made Ash think of Misty’s bigger form and without thinking, he asked her something that would keep her from growing bored and save him from being tortured or killed.
“Misty, why do you eat and abuse people when you’re big?”
“Huh?” The question caught Misty off guard and she stopped to look at her half nude boy slave. She raised one red eyebrow at his question in perplexity. “What are you talking about? I eat them because I’m big, what’s not to understand.”
“What I mean Misty, is why do what you do to people? Why eat people when a burger will be just as filling? Why torture someone with your orifices when you could just step on them? Why do you treat people so bad in general?” Ash’s exhaled loudly. Those questions had been on his mind for a while. He tried to understand Misty, but it was hard. She wasn’t someone he could think of as either an evil or good person. She killed people; he’d seen her do it twice already and he was absolutely certain that she had killed before. Yet, she didn’t kill that rude waiter at the restaurant this morning, nor does she kill people on impulse. Misty seemed to sway from a benevolent giantess, to vengeful giantess at a whim. Some times she took out property and people when she was in the mood and then she bought stuff and ignored people later. Ash just didn’t get this tomboy.
Misty’s eyes narrowed and at that moment, Ash feared he had said too much. He got up close to Ash, then grew several feet so she could look down at Ash. Pointing a thick finger into Ash’s chest, she explained loudly why she did what she did.
“First off Ash Ketchum,” she hissed, using his full name the first time today. “I don’t kill people, I kill jerks and punks. I’m not the type of person that kills innocent people, I only kill people I feel are bad. That includes jerks, like that power user in the forest that could change people into pokemon morphs. He was only talking to me because he wanted to screw me and deserved to be squished. That samurai would have sliced and diced both of us on a whim. A nut job like that needs to be taken down or he’ll hurt someone Someone needs to stand up to these jerks, so why not the sixty foot girl?”
“So, what your saying is that you think your kind of a super hero?”
“No, no, no, I’m not any type of hero. I don’t seek out jerks, they find me,” Misty said franticly. A blush crept onto her cheeks at the thought of anyone thinking she was a superhero. It was a romantic idea, but not reality. She was no ones hero, just a girl that liked dishing out some karma to the jerks of the world. She was lucky there were so many jerks out there for her to toy with. It seemed most everyone she met turned out to be a jerk in some way. Maybe that was why when she looked at Ash all she could think about was how he’d reveal himself to be like all the rest in the end, a jerk.
“I disagree, you’re a good person Misty. A real hero, you take down all the scum balls you see with your awesome body. That’s so cool!”
Ash clasped Misty’s hands in his excitement, overjoyed to find that Misty was a great person. As he thought about how sweet she was, Misty’s face became redder. No one had ever said her body was awesome. She’d been called sickly looking and flat chested by many jerks that had ended up inside her. A few lied and said she was beautiful, but she knew a lie when she heard one. But Ash had been truthful, she could tell it by looking at his innocent face. For the first time, Misty believed Ash might not be a jerk in disguise like she thought. That maybe he was a good person and didn’t deserve to be enslaved. The thought of walking away, and letting Ash return to his pokemon journey sprang to Misty’s mind, but was quickly quashed. Ash may think her body’s awesome, but he would still fight her or try to escape. He was blinded by a vision of her being some type of hero, protecting the weak and stopping the evil. He had it all wrong. She was the evil one.
Tugging her hands free from Ash’s grasp, Misty coldly addressed Ash. He would see that she wasn’t a good person, she punished jerks, but nearly everyone was a jerk. She had eaten or killed so many and once Ash saw that, he would hate her like all the rest. She’d break his illusion of her with a few simple words. It was time to show Ash Ketchum the real Misty.
Misty would of done all types of things to Ash to make time go by quicker. She would of put him in her shoe and pushed him to the toe area, where he would be safe from being stepped on, but not safe by her fetid foot odor. She would of tossed him in her underwear, first in the front where he’d get tangled up in the wiry red pubic hair and after an hour, send him to the back where he could experience everything that Brock had yesterday. If she was still bored after that, Misty would of gone for the final game in her sick repertoire, the sucking. Ash would be tossed inside her mouth and sucked on like a piece of candy all day long. He’d be battered by her tongue, tossed around like a ragdoll and manipulated by her skillful mouth until ever inch of him had been sucked dry for flavor. Maybe Misty would spit him out when she was done, maybe she would accidentally swallow him or maybe she would swallow him down on purpose to get a snack before she set up camp. Ash would of suffered greatly if Misty kept being bored, maybe even died. However, as they passed by an tall oak tree, seeing the mighty vegetation made Ash think of Misty’s bigger form and without thinking, he asked her something that would keep her from growing bored and save him from being tortured or killed.
“Misty, why do you eat and abuse people when you’re big?”
“Huh?” The question caught Misty off guard and she stopped to look at her half nude boy slave. She raised one red eyebrow at his question in perplexity. “What are you talking about? I eat them because I’m big, what’s not to understand.”
“What I mean Misty, is why do what you do to people? Why eat people when a burger will be just as filling? Why torture someone with your orifices when you could just step on them? Why do you treat people so bad in general?” Ash’s exhaled loudly. Those questions had been on his mind for a while. He tried to understand Misty, but it was hard. She wasn’t someone he could think of as either an evil or good person. She killed people; he’d seen her do it twice already and he was absolutely certain that she had killed before. Yet, she didn’t kill that rude waiter at the restaurant this morning, nor does she kill people on impulse. Misty seemed to sway from a benevolent giantess, to vengeful giantess at a whim. Some times she took out property and people when she was in the mood and then she bought stuff and ignored people later. Ash just didn’t get this tomboy.
Misty’s eyes narrowed and at that moment, Ash feared he had said too much. He got up close to Ash, then grew several feet so she could look down at Ash. Pointing a thick finger into Ash’s chest, she explained loudly why she did what she did.
“First off Ash Ketchum,” she hissed, using his full name the first time today. “I don’t kill people, I kill jerks and punks. I’m not the type of person that kills innocent people, I only kill people I feel are bad. That includes jerks, like that power user in the forest that could change people into pokemon morphs. He was only talking to me because he wanted to screw me and deserved to be squished. That samurai would have sliced and diced both of us on a whim. A nut job like that needs to be taken down or he’ll hurt someone Someone needs to stand up to these jerks, so why not the sixty foot girl?”
“So, what your saying is that you think your kind of a super hero?”
“No, no, no, I’m not any type of hero. I don’t seek out jerks, they find me,” Misty said franticly. A blush crept onto her cheeks at the thought of anyone thinking she was a superhero. It was a romantic idea, but not reality. She was no ones hero, just a girl that liked dishing out some karma to the jerks of the world. She was lucky there were so many jerks out there for her to toy with. It seemed most everyone she met turned out to be a jerk in some way. Maybe that was why when she looked at Ash all she could think about was how he’d reveal himself to be like all the rest in the end, a jerk.
“I disagree, you’re a good person Misty. A real hero, you take down all the scum balls you see with your awesome body. That’s so cool!”
Ash clasped Misty’s hands in his excitement, overjoyed to find that Misty was a great person. As he thought about how sweet she was, Misty’s face became redder. No one had ever said her body was awesome. She’d been called sickly looking and flat chested by many jerks that had ended up inside her. A few lied and said she was beautiful, but she knew a lie when she heard one. But Ash had been truthful, she could tell it by looking at his innocent face. For the first time, Misty believed Ash might not be a jerk in disguise like she thought. That maybe he was a good person and didn’t deserve to be enslaved. The thought of walking away, and letting Ash return to his pokemon journey sprang to Misty’s mind, but was quickly quashed. Ash may think her body’s awesome, but he would still fight her or try to escape. He was blinded by a vision of her being some type of hero, protecting the weak and stopping the evil. He had it all wrong. She was the evil one.
Tugging her hands free from Ash’s grasp, Misty coldly addressed Ash. He would see that she wasn’t a good person, she punished jerks, but nearly everyone was a jerk. She had eaten or killed so many and once Ash saw that, he would hate her like all the rest. She’d break his illusion of her with a few simple words. It was time to show Ash Ketchum the real Misty.
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