Friendship Forged
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 39
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Ash’s head perked up at hearing Misty say that they could still be friends. He looked up at the giantess’s face, seeing her look slightly embarrassed about what she had said. It sounded so stupid to tell someone that they’re your slave in one second and friend in another. Besides, Misty reminded herself, just because she was willing to offer the olive branch, didn’t mean Ash would accept it. Misty just couldn’t shake the feeling that Ash didn’t like her because frankly, she saw no reason for him to. She had enslaved him and admitted that she was never going to let him go, not exactly the best way to win someone over. If Ash just smiled at her after calling him her friend, she’d understand. Slavery and friendship was not something that went hand in hand.
“Misty?” Hearing her name be called, Misty looked down at her hand, seeing Ash looking strait at her with a friendly smile. She returned the smile weakly, knowing that he wasn’t going to add anything to her comment. However, once again, Misty had underestimated Ash’s loyalty and friendship, and was going to get a reply and so much more.
“I just wanted you to know Misty that I see you as a friend too. It might seem weird that I’m saying this to you, what with the less then stellar relationship we’ve had, but through it all, I think we’ve bonded. I may obey your every whim, but I don’t completely dread it because you’re my friend and I want you to be happy. What I’m saying I guess, is that being your slave isn’t so bad, as long as we can be friends.”
“Oh Ash,” Misty cooed. Her giant thumb came down and started mussing up his hair. Her giant finger tip covered Ash’s complete head and pushed hard enough down to send him tipping back. Misty stopped tormenting him and brought him to her face. “You are so corny, Ash Ketchum.”
“You were the one going on about me being your slave, but also your friend,” Ash shot back. He fixed his hair the second time this day. Why did Misty love rubbing his scalp raw?
“What I said wasn’t corny, it was true. You’re my friend and I like you, but your also my slave and have to do everything I say,” Misty spouted with glee. Ash was her friend now, it was established, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to give him a free ride. She was basically taking care of him, feeding him and supplying protection from other power able people. He was going to have to pay for all that by being her slave. There would be no killing though, Ash was her friend and friends only have to do the non-lethal choirs, like cleaning her sweaty toes, or scratching the hard to reach places, or sleeping in her armpit. Each of those tasks and many more would keep Ash breathing and her very happy.
“Do you make all your friends toil for you?”
Misty grinned. “Only the ones that don’t want to end up in my belly.”
“Duly noted,” Ash replied, knowing that he wasn’t going to end up in the giantess’s belly even if he refused to serve her. If he started giving her lip, Ash thought all he would do was upset Misty, which he didn’t want to do. Not because she might start bring the giant wrath down on him, but because he didn’t want to see her sad. He thought about Misty being upset and remembered at Pokemon Tech how upset she was when Giselle started calling her names. Seeing Misty look sad troubled Ash a lot. He liked seeing her smile and be happy because believe it or not, Ash had genuine feelings for Misty that were slowly becoming more then friendship.
“I’m hungry!” Misty groaned, ruining ash’s warm and fuzzy moment. She had her hand on her bare midriff and was rubbing her stomach. A loud growl came from inside her, demanding to be filled by anything or anyone. At one time, that sound would of terrified Ash, but now it just brought a smile to his face.
“I guess you should of eaten Giselle back at the school instead of turning her into a pavement pizza with boogers on top.” Things really had changed between them. Once upon a time, the mere thought of Misty’s diet disgusted Ash, but here he was making a joke about one of Misty’s victims. Ash no longer felt bad for the people Misty ate. Everyone had to go some time. Better someone die to fill Misty’s belly then die without any meaning.
Misty looked aghast at the idea of eating Giselle “Are you kidding? Don’t you know that prissy little bitchs give me diarrhea? I don’t think anyone wants that to happen.”
Ash shook his head without thinking about it twice. He had never actually seen Misty go to the bathroom, but he couldn’t imagine the size or stench of something that came out from between her car sized buns.
“What I need is a nice boy to eat. They taste better then girls and have half the calories.” Ash had no clue where Misty had learned the latter of that, probably by experimenting with different people and weighing herself afterwards.
“Well, I don’t see any boys near by, can’t you wait until we get to Cerulean?”
“I don’t know,” Misty slowly said. “When I don’t eat, I get grumpy and when I get grumpy, I get stompy. Going back to my home town and going on a rampage is so not going to improve my social standing in that town.”
“Well don’t look at me, I want to help, but I’m not going to sacrifice my life just so you don’t feel grumpy.” Ash crossed his arms over his chest defiantly.
“Some friend you are,” Misty huffed.
She started walking faster towards her hometown. There were plenty of people or restaurants for her to chose from there. Tight now, she really had a craving for boy, preferable between the ages of nine and twelve. The fact that she had one in her hand never crossed her mind. She was from in her friendship with Ash and no case of the munchies was going to ruin what she had. She was just going to have to look out for any travelers as she walked. Cerulean was a popular place for pokemon trainers and a young one would really hit the spot right now. If she didn’t see one soon, she would just have something or someone in her hometown.
“Misty?” Hearing her name be called, Misty looked down at her hand, seeing Ash looking strait at her with a friendly smile. She returned the smile weakly, knowing that he wasn’t going to add anything to her comment. However, once again, Misty had underestimated Ash’s loyalty and friendship, and was going to get a reply and so much more.
“I just wanted you to know Misty that I see you as a friend too. It might seem weird that I’m saying this to you, what with the less then stellar relationship we’ve had, but through it all, I think we’ve bonded. I may obey your every whim, but I don’t completely dread it because you’re my friend and I want you to be happy. What I’m saying I guess, is that being your slave isn’t so bad, as long as we can be friends.”
“Oh Ash,” Misty cooed. Her giant thumb came down and started mussing up his hair. Her giant finger tip covered Ash’s complete head and pushed hard enough down to send him tipping back. Misty stopped tormenting him and brought him to her face. “You are so corny, Ash Ketchum.”
“You were the one going on about me being your slave, but also your friend,” Ash shot back. He fixed his hair the second time this day. Why did Misty love rubbing his scalp raw?
“What I said wasn’t corny, it was true. You’re my friend and I like you, but your also my slave and have to do everything I say,” Misty spouted with glee. Ash was her friend now, it was established, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to give him a free ride. She was basically taking care of him, feeding him and supplying protection from other power able people. He was going to have to pay for all that by being her slave. There would be no killing though, Ash was her friend and friends only have to do the non-lethal choirs, like cleaning her sweaty toes, or scratching the hard to reach places, or sleeping in her armpit. Each of those tasks and many more would keep Ash breathing and her very happy.
“Do you make all your friends toil for you?”
Misty grinned. “Only the ones that don’t want to end up in my belly.”
“Duly noted,” Ash replied, knowing that he wasn’t going to end up in the giantess’s belly even if he refused to serve her. If he started giving her lip, Ash thought all he would do was upset Misty, which he didn’t want to do. Not because she might start bring the giant wrath down on him, but because he didn’t want to see her sad. He thought about Misty being upset and remembered at Pokemon Tech how upset she was when Giselle started calling her names. Seeing Misty look sad troubled Ash a lot. He liked seeing her smile and be happy because believe it or not, Ash had genuine feelings for Misty that were slowly becoming more then friendship.
“I’m hungry!” Misty groaned, ruining ash’s warm and fuzzy moment. She had her hand on her bare midriff and was rubbing her stomach. A loud growl came from inside her, demanding to be filled by anything or anyone. At one time, that sound would of terrified Ash, but now it just brought a smile to his face.
“I guess you should of eaten Giselle back at the school instead of turning her into a pavement pizza with boogers on top.” Things really had changed between them. Once upon a time, the mere thought of Misty’s diet disgusted Ash, but here he was making a joke about one of Misty’s victims. Ash no longer felt bad for the people Misty ate. Everyone had to go some time. Better someone die to fill Misty’s belly then die without any meaning.
Misty looked aghast at the idea of eating Giselle “Are you kidding? Don’t you know that prissy little bitchs give me diarrhea? I don’t think anyone wants that to happen.”
Ash shook his head without thinking about it twice. He had never actually seen Misty go to the bathroom, but he couldn’t imagine the size or stench of something that came out from between her car sized buns.
“What I need is a nice boy to eat. They taste better then girls and have half the calories.” Ash had no clue where Misty had learned the latter of that, probably by experimenting with different people and weighing herself afterwards.
“Well, I don’t see any boys near by, can’t you wait until we get to Cerulean?”
“I don’t know,” Misty slowly said. “When I don’t eat, I get grumpy and when I get grumpy, I get stompy. Going back to my home town and going on a rampage is so not going to improve my social standing in that town.”
“Well don’t look at me, I want to help, but I’m not going to sacrifice my life just so you don’t feel grumpy.” Ash crossed his arms over his chest defiantly.
“Some friend you are,” Misty huffed.
She started walking faster towards her hometown. There were plenty of people or restaurants for her to chose from there. Tight now, she really had a craving for boy, preferable between the ages of nine and twelve. The fact that she had one in her hand never crossed her mind. She was from in her friendship with Ash and no case of the munchies was going to ruin what she had. She was just going to have to look out for any travelers as she walked. Cerulean was a popular place for pokemon trainers and a young one would really hit the spot right now. If she didn’t see one soon, she would just have something or someone in her hometown.
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