On the Path to Cerulean
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 40
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
"Wow, look at that Misty! I've never seen a Primeape before! You know, besides pictures in books." Ash was bouncing excitedly in the palm of her hand. Misty curled her fingers slightly so that if the excited boy lost his balance he'd bounce off of them instead of falling to his demise.
Misty squinted hard in the direction Ash was pointing, "... You mean that little speck in the trees? ....... Yeah, I think you're right." At her current size, though she could see much further in the distance, it was harder for her to identify specific things.
"Why don't we catch it Mist?" Ash asked excitedly as he leaned out even further to get a better look at the Pokemon, "I'll do anything I can to help!". Misty sweat dropped and lightly placed her index finger on his chest. She gently coaxed her friend back into the center of her palm. Ash, who hadn't blinked since setting his sights on the new and exotic animal, hardly noticed.
Unbeknownst to the preoccupied boy Misty was looking down at him with a mix of stupefaction and affection. It was amazing how thick headed he could be. Ash, in his excited and unobservant state, was just about ready to fling himself out of Misty's hand at the prospect of catching a wild pokemon. Ash didn't consider the possible consequences of his actions, he was an ignorant kid who lived in the moment. In fact it was his rash decision making that had led him to becoming her slave in the first place! Despite all that though Misty didn't find him unintelligent; just overly excitable and energetic.
"No time, I need to get some grub in me." Misty explained
"Come on Misty, he's right there!" Ash pointed at the Primeape with exaggerated urgency, "I've done some reading up on them. They evolve from a Mankey and they're really good at non elemental attacks. He could really help us thrash the Elite Four!"
"Us?! You mean 'me', don't you small fry?"
"Whatever! ....... Mist, you're passing it by!"
Misty stifled a giggle as Ash did a frenzied dance in her hand. She had to admit to herself she found Ash to be very endearing. Not only that but his seemingly unlimited supply of optimism and excitability seemed to be rubbing off on her as well. Misty, feeling Ash's excitement, looked back over her shoulder at the now distant Primeape. It was a nice pokemon and it'd only take her a few minutes to hunt it down....
"It is a good pokemon," Misty conceded, "but I only fight with water pokemon. Sorry Ash."
".....All right." He plopped his butt down in her hand.
Misty's belly rumbled again causing nearby bird pokemon to take flight and a few unseen ones in the bushes to growl, "Quiet you, I'm looking." She grumbled.
"Wow, you sound like you could devour a whole herd of Tauros." Ash said, impressed by the monstrous sound emanating from her middle.
"Yeah, I probably could.... That, or a little boy!" Misty leaned in, she opened her eyes wide and gave Ash a menacing smile.
"Thanks but no thanks! I'd rather be your friend than your turd."
"Can't you be both?" Mist asked innocently, poking fun at how Ash felt he could be her friend and her slave. She was, of course, just playing with him.
"If you're so hungry why didn't you just eat back at the school?" Ash chastised, "If you hadn't been so busy giving people close up tours of your buggers or making tennis shoe pancakes we wouldn't even be having this conversation."
"I already told you, prissy little school kids give me horrible indigestion. Have you ever tried digesting a stuck-up, rich, conceited, bitch? HEART..... BURN!"
"......... (Sigh) All right Mist-"
"That better be short for mistress!" she interjected playfully.
Ash grinned to himself, this was the second time she'd corrected him but he knew she liked the nickname, "It's not."
"Oh, you are really asking for it shorty!"
"Anway MIST!!!!....... Is there anything I can do for you? Neck rub, belly button massage, anything?" The boy asked seriously. Misty hadn't asked him for anything since he'd returned to her yesterday. Upon return, instead of punishing him, she'd more or less apologized. Even promised he no longer had to sleep in his personball if didn't want to but at the foot of her bed (or sleeping bag). The next morning she'd regained her playful nature and though she was willing to tease him she still hadn't asked for anything. In fact she was going out of her way to accommodate him. She didn't need to carry him, hand extended. She could have just as easily placed him in one of her stuffy pockets. Ash didn't mind returning the favor. She was his owner and, much more importantly, his friend.
Misty was surprised by the offer though she knew she shouldn't be, Ketchum was a pretty selfless friend. It would be hard to give him up....... If she ever decided to grant him his freedom that is. Right now she realized the longer she kept him, the more she'd become attached, and the harder it would be to let him go. Depositing him in the local Pokemarts restroom and giving him a funeral at sea (aka flushing) was no longer a viable option. He wasn't one of her two day slave toys to be used, abused, and disposed of after a show of disobedience. He'd already he'd outlasted every slave that came before him. Since she didn't have the heart to gobble him down, much less torture him, how would this end? With her freeing him several months from now? Several years? Never?
"Earth to Mist! Hello?......... A woman's place is in the kitchen!"
That snapped the giant self important tomboy out of her inner monologue, "Oh really?" She glared at her tiny companion, "I eat guys for breakfast Ketchum, you'd better watch it."
"Duly noted." They shared a knowing grin, "So anything I can do? Or was your stompy action and nostril diving earlier enough for you?"
"Hmmm, well I could go for a bit more nostril diving." She raised Ash to her face.
"Whoa, uh, wait a minute. I didn't offer that!" Misty started to inhale. No powerful snorts, she didn't want Ash lodged up her nose, just enough of a steady suction to scare and annoy him.
"Quit it!" Ash leaned back into Misty's palm but she simply leaned forward. He felt his hair gently lift towards the powerful suction. His feet slowly lifted, ready to be sucked up into Misty's right nostril, "....... Just promise me you'll let me take a shower after this." Ash muttered.
Misty couldn't maintain her straight face, she burst out laughing, "Got yooooooouuuuuuuuuu!"
Ash frowned before smiling himself, "No way, I knew you were kidding."
"Uh huh." Misty responded skeptically with a grin.
The two continued walking and Misty did her best to ignore her grinding hunger. Why the hell weren't there more trainers out and about? It was infuriating! They were walking along a pretty plain trail only about a half hour away from Cerulean. There had been no one for their past hour or so of walking and Misty was felt resigned to just picking up something or someone in her home city......... until she saw a boy sitting off to the side of the trail. It was hard to tell his age because of her distance from him and her size but Misty was pretty sure he was a little younger than herself, perhaps Ash's age. Misty gave her stomach a happy pat, "Looks like lunch is no longer an issue."
Ash, who'd been quite cheerful up to this point, went silent. He wouldn't fault Misty for eating the kid. She was a power user, he was just a boy, it was the food chain at work........ But he had never seen Misty hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. She'd even spared him because death by digestion seemed too cruel a fate for ruining a bike to save a pokemon. Then again, he'd never seen Misty this hungry. He felt deep down Misty was a good person with her own weird set of ethics, but he wouldn't fault her if that wasn't the case. She was his buddy and you always stick by your friends. Besides, in a world where power users tortured and maimed without consequence, there were much worse fates than being a meal for a growing girl.
As Misty approached the boy he looked up nervously. For some reason he'd been too preoccupied with his thoughts to hear the giant power user approach. Misty stood over him imposingly.
The boy looked up in awe. Ash could see that the boy had been punched in the face recently and a black eye was forming, but without picking the kid up he doubted Misty could see it. He found it odd that the young boy also didn't appear to have any pokeballs (empty or filled). Wasn't he a pokemon trainer? If so where were the young kids pokemon and why did he look hurt and close to tears?
Misty squinted hard in the direction Ash was pointing, "... You mean that little speck in the trees? ....... Yeah, I think you're right." At her current size, though she could see much further in the distance, it was harder for her to identify specific things.
"Why don't we catch it Mist?" Ash asked excitedly as he leaned out even further to get a better look at the Pokemon, "I'll do anything I can to help!". Misty sweat dropped and lightly placed her index finger on his chest. She gently coaxed her friend back into the center of her palm. Ash, who hadn't blinked since setting his sights on the new and exotic animal, hardly noticed.
Unbeknownst to the preoccupied boy Misty was looking down at him with a mix of stupefaction and affection. It was amazing how thick headed he could be. Ash, in his excited and unobservant state, was just about ready to fling himself out of Misty's hand at the prospect of catching a wild pokemon. Ash didn't consider the possible consequences of his actions, he was an ignorant kid who lived in the moment. In fact it was his rash decision making that had led him to becoming her slave in the first place! Despite all that though Misty didn't find him unintelligent; just overly excitable and energetic.
"No time, I need to get some grub in me." Misty explained
"Come on Misty, he's right there!" Ash pointed at the Primeape with exaggerated urgency, "I've done some reading up on them. They evolve from a Mankey and they're really good at non elemental attacks. He could really help us thrash the Elite Four!"
"Us?! You mean 'me', don't you small fry?"
"Whatever! ....... Mist, you're passing it by!"
Misty stifled a giggle as Ash did a frenzied dance in her hand. She had to admit to herself she found Ash to be very endearing. Not only that but his seemingly unlimited supply of optimism and excitability seemed to be rubbing off on her as well. Misty, feeling Ash's excitement, looked back over her shoulder at the now distant Primeape. It was a nice pokemon and it'd only take her a few minutes to hunt it down....
"It is a good pokemon," Misty conceded, "but I only fight with water pokemon. Sorry Ash."
".....All right." He plopped his butt down in her hand.
Misty's belly rumbled again causing nearby bird pokemon to take flight and a few unseen ones in the bushes to growl, "Quiet you, I'm looking." She grumbled.
"Wow, you sound like you could devour a whole herd of Tauros." Ash said, impressed by the monstrous sound emanating from her middle.
"Yeah, I probably could.... That, or a little boy!" Misty leaned in, she opened her eyes wide and gave Ash a menacing smile.
"Thanks but no thanks! I'd rather be your friend than your turd."
"Can't you be both?" Mist asked innocently, poking fun at how Ash felt he could be her friend and her slave. She was, of course, just playing with him.
"If you're so hungry why didn't you just eat back at the school?" Ash chastised, "If you hadn't been so busy giving people close up tours of your buggers or making tennis shoe pancakes we wouldn't even be having this conversation."
"I already told you, prissy little school kids give me horrible indigestion. Have you ever tried digesting a stuck-up, rich, conceited, bitch? HEART..... BURN!"
"......... (Sigh) All right Mist-"
"That better be short for mistress!" she interjected playfully.
Ash grinned to himself, this was the second time she'd corrected him but he knew she liked the nickname, "It's not."
"Oh, you are really asking for it shorty!"
"Anway MIST!!!!....... Is there anything I can do for you? Neck rub, belly button massage, anything?" The boy asked seriously. Misty hadn't asked him for anything since he'd returned to her yesterday. Upon return, instead of punishing him, she'd more or less apologized. Even promised he no longer had to sleep in his personball if didn't want to but at the foot of her bed (or sleeping bag). The next morning she'd regained her playful nature and though she was willing to tease him she still hadn't asked for anything. In fact she was going out of her way to accommodate him. She didn't need to carry him, hand extended. She could have just as easily placed him in one of her stuffy pockets. Ash didn't mind returning the favor. She was his owner and, much more importantly, his friend.
Misty was surprised by the offer though she knew she shouldn't be, Ketchum was a pretty selfless friend. It would be hard to give him up....... If she ever decided to grant him his freedom that is. Right now she realized the longer she kept him, the more she'd become attached, and the harder it would be to let him go. Depositing him in the local Pokemarts restroom and giving him a funeral at sea (aka flushing) was no longer a viable option. He wasn't one of her two day slave toys to be used, abused, and disposed of after a show of disobedience. He'd already he'd outlasted every slave that came before him. Since she didn't have the heart to gobble him down, much less torture him, how would this end? With her freeing him several months from now? Several years? Never?
"Earth to Mist! Hello?......... A woman's place is in the kitchen!"
That snapped the giant self important tomboy out of her inner monologue, "Oh really?" She glared at her tiny companion, "I eat guys for breakfast Ketchum, you'd better watch it."
"Duly noted." They shared a knowing grin, "So anything I can do? Or was your stompy action and nostril diving earlier enough for you?"
"Hmmm, well I could go for a bit more nostril diving." She raised Ash to her face.
"Whoa, uh, wait a minute. I didn't offer that!" Misty started to inhale. No powerful snorts, she didn't want Ash lodged up her nose, just enough of a steady suction to scare and annoy him.
"Quit it!" Ash leaned back into Misty's palm but she simply leaned forward. He felt his hair gently lift towards the powerful suction. His feet slowly lifted, ready to be sucked up into Misty's right nostril, "....... Just promise me you'll let me take a shower after this." Ash muttered.
Misty couldn't maintain her straight face, she burst out laughing, "Got yooooooouuuuuuuuuu!"
Ash frowned before smiling himself, "No way, I knew you were kidding."
"Uh huh." Misty responded skeptically with a grin.
The two continued walking and Misty did her best to ignore her grinding hunger. Why the hell weren't there more trainers out and about? It was infuriating! They were walking along a pretty plain trail only about a half hour away from Cerulean. There had been no one for their past hour or so of walking and Misty was felt resigned to just picking up something or someone in her home city......... until she saw a boy sitting off to the side of the trail. It was hard to tell his age because of her distance from him and her size but Misty was pretty sure he was a little younger than herself, perhaps Ash's age. Misty gave her stomach a happy pat, "Looks like lunch is no longer an issue."
Ash, who'd been quite cheerful up to this point, went silent. He wouldn't fault Misty for eating the kid. She was a power user, he was just a boy, it was the food chain at work........ But he had never seen Misty hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. She'd even spared him because death by digestion seemed too cruel a fate for ruining a bike to save a pokemon. Then again, he'd never seen Misty this hungry. He felt deep down Misty was a good person with her own weird set of ethics, but he wouldn't fault her if that wasn't the case. She was his buddy and you always stick by your friends. Besides, in a world where power users tortured and maimed without consequence, there were much worse fates than being a meal for a growing girl.
As Misty approached the boy he looked up nervously. For some reason he'd been too preoccupied with his thoughts to hear the giant power user approach. Misty stood over him imposingly.
The boy looked up in awe. Ash could see that the boy had been punched in the face recently and a black eye was forming, but without picking the kid up he doubted Misty could see it. He found it odd that the young boy also didn't appear to have any pokeballs (empty or filled). Wasn't he a pokemon trainer? If so where were the young kids pokemon and why did he look hurt and close to tears?
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