Sleep had not come easy to Misty and when she finally fell asleep, it was restless and short. Her mind was racing and she couldn’t slow it down enough to let herself get any shut eye. Since Ash had shrunk and Brock got gobbled, it had been the two of them through thick and thin. They survived Ash’s fish accident and all the near death experience he came close to suffering with only each other for company. They had been doing fine without the interference of any other human or shrinkee. The two of them were content with the way things were and didn’t feel alone with the other around. In spite of their contentment, two interlopers had entered their party and Misty wondered what the consequence would be of their presence.

Misty had the least to fear from Casey, her easy going and casual attitude was a reflection of Misty’s own. Both girls felt nothing towards the shrinkees that they casually disposed of. They were toys and food and didn’t deserve the dignity of life. When watching them scamper around like mice, a feeling of distain and disgust would always go through Misty. There were no feelings of hate, merely indifference towards the tiny people for Misty. This perception was shared with Casey and formed a connection with the eccentric Electabuzz ball fan. What also brought them together was the friendship of a certain shrinkee that they all loved. Like Misty, Casey never looked at Ash like food or entertainment; he was the exception to the shrinkee rule and both girls knew it. Misty had been hesitant at first, but after leaving Ash with Casey while she went to do her business, a trust had started to shape between the girls. Misty had a little faith in the crazed baseball fan, which was a lot more then she could say for the other interloper.

On the top of Misty’s problems was a beautiful and mature trainer that had eyes on the only shrinkee in the world that Misty cared for. Call it woman’s intuition or just how obvious it is if you look in Sabrina’s eye, but ether way, Misty knew that Sabrina wanted Ash for her own. The woman was the polar opposite of her in so many ways. During tough times, Sabrina was calm and collect, unlike Misty, who had shown at the restaurant how enraged she could be. Sabrina showed respect and kindness towards the shrinkees, while Misty would spend hour humiliating and degrading the tiny men before finishing them off in any of her tiny hot orifices. Although Ash has never belittled Misty for her carnal acts, it was no secret that Ash disliked it when he saw a fellow shrinkee scream and begged before Misty ate, crushed, or inserted it. If Ash ever got fed up with Misty’s lack of morals, he had a perfectly willing woman that would protect him. Perhaps the truly most agonizing difference for Misty was in their bodies. Misty was still using her training bra, while Sabrina had to be a double D at the most. Long legs, beautiful long hair, a pretty face, Sabrina was the girl that any guy would give their right hand to date. Misty knew that Ash wasn’t the type to go gaga over a cute girl, unlike a certain boy that went into a girls mouth with a smile, but it still bothered Misty. They were still technically friends and Misty had never been told by anyone that she was pretty.

“Maybe I need to ask someone or something about my looks.” Misty said quietly to herself. Quickly checking to make sure that Ash was carefully tucked in her shoe behind her sock; Misty zipped it completely closed and envelope herself in her sleeping bag. Jumbling around in the darkness of the closed sleeping bad, Misty found the flashlight beside her feet. Turning the light on, she put the flashlight next to her head and reached into her shorts pocket. Since a rather unfortunate accident where her shrinkee burst and ruined a perfectly good pair of pants, Misty had been stuffing her pockets with cotton to protect the shrinkees until she was ready. He came out naked, sweaty and gasping for air. Misty’s pocket wasn’t the best place to be for half a day.

“Lets get two things strait, I can kill you at any time and not feel a thing and two, even if you miraculously escaped, we’re camped out in a forest and I’m sure a hungry Pokemon would love to take a bite out of you. So you do everything I say and maybe, I’ll take you to town and let you go.” The look of terror on the shrines face was priceless. It sent shivers down Misty’s spine to know that she had so much control over another person. With a simple flick of her finger, this tiny man could be headless and that made Misty feel good. She was getting so turned on that it took her a moment to decide if not to should simply skip the questions and get to the fun. However, she wanted to know and the fun could wait.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Misty had lost the commanding tone and sounded more like a timid girl. The change of personality shocked the shrinkee and he was at a loss of words.

Seeing her question unanswered, Misty growled out at the Shrinkee. “What’s you response?”

“I’ll tell you, if you promise not to eat me.” Misty raised her eyebrow at the boldness of the shrinkee. She expected him to stutter out a yes and then she could eat him, but if he wanted to play ball, then that was fine to.

“Alright, I won’t eat you,” Misty swore.

“Promise?” The shrinkee asked, beginning to get a glint of hope in his eye.

“Yah, promise.”

“Okay, I think that you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You have eyes that shine like the stars and a sweet smile to melt the coldest heart. Your red hair shrouds your head beautifully and your loveliness holds no bounds. You are the living breathing Goddess that has come to our world. You are beauty and grace given flesh. You are the prettiest flower in all the gardens in this world and the next.” When he finished, Misty was astonished, she had expected a yes, not a Shakespearean poem.

“That was beautiful,” Misty sniffed, and then she gave a jovial smile. “Now down you go,” Misty giggled as she started to pull her shorts down with her free hand.

“But you promised not to eat me?” The shrinkee wailed as Misty clenched him tightly in her closed fist.

“And I’m not, I got two other holes that need filling and you’re just the shrinkee to do the job.” Without any reluctance, Misty lowered the struggling shrinkee between her legs. She sure hoped he had all that energy when he got inside her, because she had a lot of stress to burn off.