Misty Can't Stomach Bullying; Bullies However...
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chapter 42
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Not sure how much distance was between her and her quarry, Misty decided to hunt them down as a giant. Ash soon found himself in her palm once more, Max however was crammed unceremoniously into a pocket. Misty broke into a light jog. Within five minutes she’d caught up to the young gang of ruffians who’d robbed Max more than an hour ago. The three stopped in their tracks as they felt the tremors caused by Misty’s footfalls. Turning around their looks of confusion were replaced by looks of terror. A power user, a size changer more specifically, had discovered them.
Misty could barely contain her glee. Sure, she could have packed herself some sandwiches, or some other snack food to tide her over. She didn’t need to grow to enormous heights and track down live prey, but it wasn’t about necessity. Misty knew what she liked. She liked boys… smothered in gravy, tanned over an open fire, raw, basted, sautéed, prepared a number of different ways, just as long as they were alive and kicking (as well as relatively unharmed). She didn’t care about healthy eating, nor did she really care that much about watching her calorie intake. Boys were her favorite type of junk food and, since she was a fairly active person, she indulged on a regular basis. It was for that reason she usually didn’t stock up on normal processed food in town. There was no need to when she could ‘forage’ on her way to the next one.
“Hey jerkwads!” Misty called down to the trio, “Is it true you robbed little Mark here, and beat him up?”
The young boy’s head popped up out of her pocket, “Ummm, it’s Max.” He corrected.
Not even bothering to acknowledge him with a glance, Misty used her pink to push him back down into the depths of her pocket.
One of the boys recovered his nerve before the others did. “Er…. Yeah, so what if we did?” The tallest, healthiest looking boy finally responded.
Leaning forward, hands on her hips, Misty grinned malevolently at who she assumed was the leader. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to say anything. Why would she? These boys were food, something to be broken down for nourishment. Before the day was over they’d look A LOT different, and any explanation Misty offered up to them would be forgotten within a few hours. She decided to just let her stomach acids do the talking. She placed Ash in her free pocket so that she could have use of both hands. Reaching forward, she nabbed the leader and lifted him to her face. One of his lackeys, the chubby kid, made a break for it. The other remained paralyzed with fear.
The fat one didn’t make it far. A sharp kick in the ass, which had really only been a light tap by the gigantic sized girl, sent him flying off the trail, face first into some grass. One of Misty’s sneaker clad feet came down lightly on his back. The other young boy just continued to stare up at her in awe. He didn’t even try to flee as he saw Misty’s mighty bare thigh lift upward, the giant sneaker hover over his head, and the shoe finally start its descent. Misty made sure both boys were up where her toes were. She didn’t want to put too much pressure on them and turn them into delinquent pancakes.
With great excitement Misty began to strip her acquisition, the bully leader, of his ill gotten gains and his clothes. Once everything had been removed and pocketed Misty eyed her catch. He was thin, lanky, yet muscular. He looked a bit like Ash, proportionally, but his biceps were a little bit more prominent. Misty’s tongue snaked its way across her lips. It was hard not to drool when she had such a physically fit specimen in her grasp.
Misty had eaten all kinds of men, fat, thin, muscular, scrawny, tall, short, young, old. Many men of different ethnicities, sizes, shapes, and ages, had made their way over her gums and down her throat to her merciless gut. Though they were collectively her favorite meal, she did have her favorites. Athletic toned meat tasted better. Sometimes, when she was normal sized and being confronted by some asshat, she’d poke him in the side or give him a squeeze to see if he’d be good eating. Occasionally she’d she’d even press her nose against their chest and inhale deeply, to see if they had showered recently. If not they’d have to deal with her cruel feet, or endure some of her gross, usually fatale, games. This was, of course, only when she wasn’t THAT hungry.
The boy currently in her palm had some nice abs. Misty ran a finger softly over his chest and belly ‘mmmming’ to herself.
“W-what the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m having brunch.”
“What?!” the terrified alleged gang leader cried out.
“Brunch! You know, the meal you when it’s before noon but it’s too late for breakfast, brunch.”
“That’s not what I mea-“ He was cut off as Misty tossed him into her mouth.
The sucking and tongue prodding commenced. Misty was pretty famished and she wanted to make the most of her meal. At first he tried to struggle and escape his damp, soft, moving prison. Misty wouldn’t have it. He was tossed back and forth like a ragdoll, bouncing off her closed teeth than smacking into the slick fleshy walls of her inner cheeks. Her tongue, like and excited, self functioning towel, attacked his bare form. He was slavered from head to toe in Misty’s saliva. Not a single inch of boy meat was spared a thorough rubbing. He abandoned his attempts to escape after he felt the giant reddish orange haired girl’s tongue brush against his crotch. Privates protected by his hands, he curled up into the fetal position and hoped for the best.
“Delicioush! Ash, I whish you could try thish.” Misty said, her right cheek bulging outward slightly.
“Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to talk with your mouthful?” Ash criticized (with a smile).
Misty just shrugged, and gulped down her mouthful, “There, better?”
She heard a scream echo up from her throat. She felt a decent sized lump travel downward, past her collarbone, falling into the pit of her stomach. The boy impacted with a splat. The rubbery surface broke his fall somewhat but he was still a bit disoriented after being sucked down the giant power user’s throat, and propelled forward by constricting muscles and gravity. His head spun, and he tried to stand, but the ground was slick and unstable. He soon found himself on his back once more.
“How you holding up in there?” He heard a voice call from above him and outside of him. His entire world shook. Misty was patting her belly, thrilled to finally have some grub inside of her, “Hope you didn’t mind the morning breath to much, I didn’t have a chance to brush. You might want to move to the side unless you want to have one of your naked buddies land on your head. I was fairly hungry so I’m pretty such you’ll be bathing in acid soon. T ill then, make yourself at home.”
“You stupid tomboy bitch! If I still had my switchblade I’d cut my way out of you!”
He was lucky Misty couldn’t here him. If she had he would have found himself in an even bigger mess. Just because he was sitting in the center of her tummy, waiting to be digested and converted into girl fat or calories, didn’t mean his situation couldn’t get any worse. True to her word, Misty had his pals join him in a matter of minutes.
………………………….
Misty had returned to Max his glasses and money, as well as giving him the bullies pokemon and possessions. She’d then sent him on his way. Hey, she wasn’t his baby sitter. Besides, the bullies had quite a bit of cash on them so, as long as he wasn’t robbed again, he should be able to take care of himself for a while. Max thanked both Ash and Misty as they sent him on the way to Cerulean. Misty, however, wanted to take a brief to digest as well as do some practice sparring with Ash before continuing on. Soon enough she’d be facing off against her sisters, no easy competition there. It was best to prepare.
The two found a nice open field near the path to Misty’s home city. Ash didn’t have any pokemon. His pikachu had been left at the Poke Center the day she’d enslaved him, so she loaned him a few of hers instead. Misty had a pretty good team of water pokemon. For a good 45 minutes the two friends battled and talked strategy. When Misty decided they had trained enough she called it quits. Ash tossed her her starmie filled pokeball.
“Wow, you really demolished me Mist. I guess I’ve still got a lot to learn.”
“You aren’t kidding.” His female companion laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll show you some basic strategies later.” She patted him companionably on the back, “Maybe we’ll nab you a pokemon or two after we’re done in Cerulean, who knows?”
“So you’re willing to give your pokeboy pokemon?” Ash smirked.
It was kind of ironic. Misty, who owned Ash and kept him in a personball, was offering him his own pokemon, stored in standard pokeballs, “ Well yeah, unless you’re going to be smart about it. “
The two friends decided to walk side by side for a while so that they could talk easily. Misty really enjoyed having a traveling companion with her. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t an equal, he was fun to talk to and actually cared about her opinion; something she wasn’t used to. In the narcissistic household she had grown up in, there wasn’t much praise or acknowledgment to go around.
Her sisters were vain, uptight, self serving, and petty. Misty was always made to be the runt of the litter, the forgotten sister. Her sisters were renowned local celebrities and they had dozens of male suitors pestering them daily. Misty, on the other hand, was either ignored or mocked. She was a good deal younger, and it didn’t look like she’d be as busty and or as dazzling as her older sisters. The hotheaded tomboy sometimes rebelled by guzzling down annoying fans pestering her, trying to meet her sisters through her. It was incredibly demoralizing to be neglected and treated like trash, or a tool, by everyone simply because of who her sisters were. She had yet to tell Ash whom she was fighting for the Cerulean gym badge. She didn’t want him to know. He made her feel good about herself because when he complimented her, or did something nice for her, she knew he was doing it because he genuinely liked her and not because of fear. She was scared he might be mesmerized and seduced by her sister’s style and image. Hell, everyone (not just boys but girls as well) ate up Lily, Violet, and Daisy’s routine. Maybe she would just have him wait for her back at the hotel room?
Misty eventually grew in size to help them save time. Picking up Ash, they continued down the path. A few miles down the road Ash heard Misty’s midsection grumble.
“Don’t tell me you’re hungry again?”
“Nah, I think that was my intestines.” Misty felt a bit of pressure building up, “Hmmmm, that was fast.”
“Huh?” Ash asked.
“Seems those nasty (scrumptious) boys want out. Well, I’m a nice girl. I think they’ve learned their lesson, why not?” Gazing off into the distance Misty still couldn’t make out the city, “Shoot………. Aw well, I’ll just find a clearing.”
“….. Don’t tell me you’re going to-“ Ash started, a look of horror on his face.
“Peek, and you’ll get nothing to eat but fartburgers for a week!” Misty threatened.
“Yikes! Okay, my eyes are going to be closed tight!” The boy promised as Misty set him on the ground. Making her way into a patch of trees she wiggled out of her jean shorts and crouched.
A few grunts later and she felt the troublesome trio make their departure from her bowels. Misty had a fast, aggressive, digestive tract, much like her personality. Still, even she was surprised by how quickly and thoroughly her body had dealt with them.
“Bombs away!” Misty giggled, Ash heard the sickening sound, a cross between a thud and a splatter, as Misty’s former victims fell to the forest floor.
“Ash, get over here, you’re on toilet paper duty!” Misty joked.
“I’d rather be on dinner duty!” The reluctant boy called back.
“That can be arranged! Seriously though, come over here and help me out!” Misty wiggled her rear playfully.
“If I come over there the only thing you’re getting is a foot up your butt.”
“Is that a threat? My butthole could swallow you whole!” It was true too. With no giant sized TP in site, Misty made due with a nearby tree with soft pine needles. Returning to regular size she made her way back to Ash, who still had his eyes closed, “Hey,” She grabbed him by his arm, “Lets go check out my handiwork.”
The two kids couldn’t help but be impressed. The turd that had emerged from Misty’s backside was easily comparable to them in size, and probably weighed quite a bit more. Ash could see some flecks of bone inside of it.
“You’ve probably just killed a lot of the local wildlife.”
“Shut up!”
“I’m serious!” Ash laughed as they turned around and made their way back to the path, “Even if you couldn’t wait till we got to town, couldn’t you have jut returned to normal size instead of dropping the behemoth in the middle of the forest?”
“Er….” Misty blushed scarlet, “Heh….. maybe?” She replied, embarrassed.
“Still, you did a great thing today Misty. You really helped that kid out.” Ash turned around suddenly and threw his arms around her, “Ash, what’re-?”
“Just…. Thanks for not eating him Misty. You’re a really good person.”
Misty continued blushing, but now for different reasons, “I…. er…. I was just really hungry, and three is more than one! Don’t read too much into it!” Even though she was on the defensive Misty made no attempt to push the boy away and break his embrace.
“I know; you’re not a super hero. You told me once already.”
“That’s right.” The girl huffed. She was a bit disappointed because, from Ash’s tone, it didn’t sound like he agreed.
“You also said you only go after jerks-“
“Yeah, when I’m not really, really hungry!” Misty didn’t want Ash to have the wrong impression. His words made her feel good, but also a little guilty. As if she really didn’t deserve them.
“Whatever. Just…. I’m glad you did what you did today, and I’m proud to call you a friend.”
“……… Thanks Ash.” She pressed one hand to his back and patted him with the other. The two broke their embrace, “.... Lets keep heading to town, it should only be a half an hour walk at most. I promised you a tour of my hometown, right?”
“Yeah but…. Well… only if you have the time.” Ash replied, timidly. He didn’t want Misty to get sidetracked on account of him.
“Hey, it’s no prob, it’s not like the Cerulean gym is going to sprout legs and run away.”
“True enough.” Ash grinned.
“There’s usually a fair going on this time of year. Maybe we can check it out and you can win me a stuffed Poliwhirl?”
“Now doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“You can cut out the thinly veiled sarcasm.” Misty administered a noogie to her smart mouthed slave, “Owww! Okay, okay! You’re going to leave some permanent indents if you keep doing that you know!” Ash grinned halfheartedly at his young traveling partner, who grinned back.
He was feeling less and less like a slave. Misty still hadn’t asked him for anything since he’d run off two days before. Even when he’d taken the initiative she’d been reluctant. Sure she’d act goofy with him, and throw a few playful threats his way, but there was no lugging of her supplies, no wash that needed to be done, no massages. Misty might have something of a superiority complex, and she did like to remind him that he was her property, but she was really bending over backwards to accommodate him. It was clear she was more interested in him as a buddy than a servant. They’d progressed from uneasy acquaintances to friends who trusted each other. Ash would make it up to her. He wasn’t sure how, but he’d let Misty know he appreciated everything she was doing for him.
The two finally made it to Cerulean City, Misty rubbed her hands together, “Well, I don’t feel like heading to the gym today. We don’t need a hotel room tonight; I live in town. So, the day is still young and we’ve got some time before dinner. What do you want to do Ash?”
Misty could barely contain her glee. Sure, she could have packed herself some sandwiches, or some other snack food to tide her over. She didn’t need to grow to enormous heights and track down live prey, but it wasn’t about necessity. Misty knew what she liked. She liked boys… smothered in gravy, tanned over an open fire, raw, basted, sautéed, prepared a number of different ways, just as long as they were alive and kicking (as well as relatively unharmed). She didn’t care about healthy eating, nor did she really care that much about watching her calorie intake. Boys were her favorite type of junk food and, since she was a fairly active person, she indulged on a regular basis. It was for that reason she usually didn’t stock up on normal processed food in town. There was no need to when she could ‘forage’ on her way to the next one.
“Hey jerkwads!” Misty called down to the trio, “Is it true you robbed little Mark here, and beat him up?”
The young boy’s head popped up out of her pocket, “Ummm, it’s Max.” He corrected.
Not even bothering to acknowledge him with a glance, Misty used her pink to push him back down into the depths of her pocket.
One of the boys recovered his nerve before the others did. “Er…. Yeah, so what if we did?” The tallest, healthiest looking boy finally responded.
Leaning forward, hands on her hips, Misty grinned malevolently at who she assumed was the leader. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to say anything. Why would she? These boys were food, something to be broken down for nourishment. Before the day was over they’d look A LOT different, and any explanation Misty offered up to them would be forgotten within a few hours. She decided to just let her stomach acids do the talking. She placed Ash in her free pocket so that she could have use of both hands. Reaching forward, she nabbed the leader and lifted him to her face. One of his lackeys, the chubby kid, made a break for it. The other remained paralyzed with fear.
The fat one didn’t make it far. A sharp kick in the ass, which had really only been a light tap by the gigantic sized girl, sent him flying off the trail, face first into some grass. One of Misty’s sneaker clad feet came down lightly on his back. The other young boy just continued to stare up at her in awe. He didn’t even try to flee as he saw Misty’s mighty bare thigh lift upward, the giant sneaker hover over his head, and the shoe finally start its descent. Misty made sure both boys were up where her toes were. She didn’t want to put too much pressure on them and turn them into delinquent pancakes.
With great excitement Misty began to strip her acquisition, the bully leader, of his ill gotten gains and his clothes. Once everything had been removed and pocketed Misty eyed her catch. He was thin, lanky, yet muscular. He looked a bit like Ash, proportionally, but his biceps were a little bit more prominent. Misty’s tongue snaked its way across her lips. It was hard not to drool when she had such a physically fit specimen in her grasp.
Misty had eaten all kinds of men, fat, thin, muscular, scrawny, tall, short, young, old. Many men of different ethnicities, sizes, shapes, and ages, had made their way over her gums and down her throat to her merciless gut. Though they were collectively her favorite meal, she did have her favorites. Athletic toned meat tasted better. Sometimes, when she was normal sized and being confronted by some asshat, she’d poke him in the side or give him a squeeze to see if he’d be good eating. Occasionally she’d she’d even press her nose against their chest and inhale deeply, to see if they had showered recently. If not they’d have to deal with her cruel feet, or endure some of her gross, usually fatale, games. This was, of course, only when she wasn’t THAT hungry.
The boy currently in her palm had some nice abs. Misty ran a finger softly over his chest and belly ‘mmmming’ to herself.
“W-what the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m having brunch.”
“What?!” the terrified alleged gang leader cried out.
“Brunch! You know, the meal you when it’s before noon but it’s too late for breakfast, brunch.”
“That’s not what I mea-“ He was cut off as Misty tossed him into her mouth.
The sucking and tongue prodding commenced. Misty was pretty famished and she wanted to make the most of her meal. At first he tried to struggle and escape his damp, soft, moving prison. Misty wouldn’t have it. He was tossed back and forth like a ragdoll, bouncing off her closed teeth than smacking into the slick fleshy walls of her inner cheeks. Her tongue, like and excited, self functioning towel, attacked his bare form. He was slavered from head to toe in Misty’s saliva. Not a single inch of boy meat was spared a thorough rubbing. He abandoned his attempts to escape after he felt the giant reddish orange haired girl’s tongue brush against his crotch. Privates protected by his hands, he curled up into the fetal position and hoped for the best.
“Delicioush! Ash, I whish you could try thish.” Misty said, her right cheek bulging outward slightly.
“Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to talk with your mouthful?” Ash criticized (with a smile).
Misty just shrugged, and gulped down her mouthful, “There, better?”
She heard a scream echo up from her throat. She felt a decent sized lump travel downward, past her collarbone, falling into the pit of her stomach. The boy impacted with a splat. The rubbery surface broke his fall somewhat but he was still a bit disoriented after being sucked down the giant power user’s throat, and propelled forward by constricting muscles and gravity. His head spun, and he tried to stand, but the ground was slick and unstable. He soon found himself on his back once more.
“How you holding up in there?” He heard a voice call from above him and outside of him. His entire world shook. Misty was patting her belly, thrilled to finally have some grub inside of her, “Hope you didn’t mind the morning breath to much, I didn’t have a chance to brush. You might want to move to the side unless you want to have one of your naked buddies land on your head. I was fairly hungry so I’m pretty such you’ll be bathing in acid soon. T ill then, make yourself at home.”
“You stupid tomboy bitch! If I still had my switchblade I’d cut my way out of you!”
He was lucky Misty couldn’t here him. If she had he would have found himself in an even bigger mess. Just because he was sitting in the center of her tummy, waiting to be digested and converted into girl fat or calories, didn’t mean his situation couldn’t get any worse. True to her word, Misty had his pals join him in a matter of minutes.
………………………….
Misty had returned to Max his glasses and money, as well as giving him the bullies pokemon and possessions. She’d then sent him on his way. Hey, she wasn’t his baby sitter. Besides, the bullies had quite a bit of cash on them so, as long as he wasn’t robbed again, he should be able to take care of himself for a while. Max thanked both Ash and Misty as they sent him on the way to Cerulean. Misty, however, wanted to take a brief to digest as well as do some practice sparring with Ash before continuing on. Soon enough she’d be facing off against her sisters, no easy competition there. It was best to prepare.
The two found a nice open field near the path to Misty’s home city. Ash didn’t have any pokemon. His pikachu had been left at the Poke Center the day she’d enslaved him, so she loaned him a few of hers instead. Misty had a pretty good team of water pokemon. For a good 45 minutes the two friends battled and talked strategy. When Misty decided they had trained enough she called it quits. Ash tossed her her starmie filled pokeball.
“Wow, you really demolished me Mist. I guess I’ve still got a lot to learn.”
“You aren’t kidding.” His female companion laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll show you some basic strategies later.” She patted him companionably on the back, “Maybe we’ll nab you a pokemon or two after we’re done in Cerulean, who knows?”
“So you’re willing to give your pokeboy pokemon?” Ash smirked.
It was kind of ironic. Misty, who owned Ash and kept him in a personball, was offering him his own pokemon, stored in standard pokeballs, “ Well yeah, unless you’re going to be smart about it. “
The two friends decided to walk side by side for a while so that they could talk easily. Misty really enjoyed having a traveling companion with her. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t an equal, he was fun to talk to and actually cared about her opinion; something she wasn’t used to. In the narcissistic household she had grown up in, there wasn’t much praise or acknowledgment to go around.
Her sisters were vain, uptight, self serving, and petty. Misty was always made to be the runt of the litter, the forgotten sister. Her sisters were renowned local celebrities and they had dozens of male suitors pestering them daily. Misty, on the other hand, was either ignored or mocked. She was a good deal younger, and it didn’t look like she’d be as busty and or as dazzling as her older sisters. The hotheaded tomboy sometimes rebelled by guzzling down annoying fans pestering her, trying to meet her sisters through her. It was incredibly demoralizing to be neglected and treated like trash, or a tool, by everyone simply because of who her sisters were. She had yet to tell Ash whom she was fighting for the Cerulean gym badge. She didn’t want him to know. He made her feel good about herself because when he complimented her, or did something nice for her, she knew he was doing it because he genuinely liked her and not because of fear. She was scared he might be mesmerized and seduced by her sister’s style and image. Hell, everyone (not just boys but girls as well) ate up Lily, Violet, and Daisy’s routine. Maybe she would just have him wait for her back at the hotel room?
Misty eventually grew in size to help them save time. Picking up Ash, they continued down the path. A few miles down the road Ash heard Misty’s midsection grumble.
“Don’t tell me you’re hungry again?”
“Nah, I think that was my intestines.” Misty felt a bit of pressure building up, “Hmmmm, that was fast.”
“Huh?” Ash asked.
“Seems those nasty (scrumptious) boys want out. Well, I’m a nice girl. I think they’ve learned their lesson, why not?” Gazing off into the distance Misty still couldn’t make out the city, “Shoot………. Aw well, I’ll just find a clearing.”
“….. Don’t tell me you’re going to-“ Ash started, a look of horror on his face.
“Peek, and you’ll get nothing to eat but fartburgers for a week!” Misty threatened.
“Yikes! Okay, my eyes are going to be closed tight!” The boy promised as Misty set him on the ground. Making her way into a patch of trees she wiggled out of her jean shorts and crouched.
A few grunts later and she felt the troublesome trio make their departure from her bowels. Misty had a fast, aggressive, digestive tract, much like her personality. Still, even she was surprised by how quickly and thoroughly her body had dealt with them.
“Bombs away!” Misty giggled, Ash heard the sickening sound, a cross between a thud and a splatter, as Misty’s former victims fell to the forest floor.
“Ash, get over here, you’re on toilet paper duty!” Misty joked.
“I’d rather be on dinner duty!” The reluctant boy called back.
“That can be arranged! Seriously though, come over here and help me out!” Misty wiggled her rear playfully.
“If I come over there the only thing you’re getting is a foot up your butt.”
“Is that a threat? My butthole could swallow you whole!” It was true too. With no giant sized TP in site, Misty made due with a nearby tree with soft pine needles. Returning to regular size she made her way back to Ash, who still had his eyes closed, “Hey,” She grabbed him by his arm, “Lets go check out my handiwork.”
The two kids couldn’t help but be impressed. The turd that had emerged from Misty’s backside was easily comparable to them in size, and probably weighed quite a bit more. Ash could see some flecks of bone inside of it.
“You’ve probably just killed a lot of the local wildlife.”
“Shut up!”
“I’m serious!” Ash laughed as they turned around and made their way back to the path, “Even if you couldn’t wait till we got to town, couldn’t you have jut returned to normal size instead of dropping the behemoth in the middle of the forest?”
“Er….” Misty blushed scarlet, “Heh….. maybe?” She replied, embarrassed.
“Still, you did a great thing today Misty. You really helped that kid out.” Ash turned around suddenly and threw his arms around her, “Ash, what’re-?”
“Just…. Thanks for not eating him Misty. You’re a really good person.”
Misty continued blushing, but now for different reasons, “I…. er…. I was just really hungry, and three is more than one! Don’t read too much into it!” Even though she was on the defensive Misty made no attempt to push the boy away and break his embrace.
“I know; you’re not a super hero. You told me once already.”
“That’s right.” The girl huffed. She was a bit disappointed because, from Ash’s tone, it didn’t sound like he agreed.
“You also said you only go after jerks-“
“Yeah, when I’m not really, really hungry!” Misty didn’t want Ash to have the wrong impression. His words made her feel good, but also a little guilty. As if she really didn’t deserve them.
“Whatever. Just…. I’m glad you did what you did today, and I’m proud to call you a friend.”
“……… Thanks Ash.” She pressed one hand to his back and patted him with the other. The two broke their embrace, “.... Lets keep heading to town, it should only be a half an hour walk at most. I promised you a tour of my hometown, right?”
“Yeah but…. Well… only if you have the time.” Ash replied, timidly. He didn’t want Misty to get sidetracked on account of him.
“Hey, it’s no prob, it’s not like the Cerulean gym is going to sprout legs and run away.”
“True enough.” Ash grinned.
“There’s usually a fair going on this time of year. Maybe we can check it out and you can win me a stuffed Poliwhirl?”
“Now doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“You can cut out the thinly veiled sarcasm.” Misty administered a noogie to her smart mouthed slave, “Owww! Okay, okay! You’re going to leave some permanent indents if you keep doing that you know!” Ash grinned halfheartedly at his young traveling partner, who grinned back.
He was feeling less and less like a slave. Misty still hadn’t asked him for anything since he’d run off two days before. Even when he’d taken the initiative she’d been reluctant. Sure she’d act goofy with him, and throw a few playful threats his way, but there was no lugging of her supplies, no wash that needed to be done, no massages. Misty might have something of a superiority complex, and she did like to remind him that he was her property, but she was really bending over backwards to accommodate him. It was clear she was more interested in him as a buddy than a servant. They’d progressed from uneasy acquaintances to friends who trusted each other. Ash would make it up to her. He wasn’t sure how, but he’d let Misty know he appreciated everything she was doing for him.
The two finally made it to Cerulean City, Misty rubbed her hands together, “Well, I don’t feel like heading to the gym today. We don’t need a hotel room tonight; I live in town. So, the day is still young and we’ve got some time before dinner. What do you want to do Ash?”
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