Ash stared at the screen from in between his fingers. He wanted to cover his eyes completely, as if that would somehow blind Misty as well, but he couldn’t. For some reason he felt compelled to watch the horribly embarrassing home videos of his childhood. A 3 year old Ash Ketchum was now chasing after a neighbors pet Growlithe, still completely buck naked.

“Come back doggie! Woof Woof!” The tiny Ash got down on his hands and knees, growling he chased after the confused Growlithe.

The Growlithe darted off out of the field and down a hill into Pallet Town below. The tiny Ash Ketchum stood up and raced after him narrowly evading his mother’s arms. Ash fell onto his back lying down on Misty’s thigh. The boy moaned audibly causing Misty to smile, “What’s wrong Ash? I think it’s cute!”

Ash didn’t, “You just like seeing me humiliated.” He accused stubbornly.

“Oh Ash, you’re so adorable!” The scene had ended abruptly; the latest clip had Ash in his pajamas asleep in front of a fireplace sucking his thumb.

“You were such a cute kid. What happened?” His newly established girlfriend teased.

“Just shut up Mist.” Ash snapped, rolling off her leg and back onto the couch.

The movement did not go unnoticed. In fact it caused Misty to inhale sharply. Misty felt her self growing slightly moist in between her legs. It was amazing how the tiny movements of Ash on her thigh could cause her to feel so. His body lying on top of her bare uncovered thigh had roughly the same effect as a shrinkee being crammed into her cooch. She didn’t know why Ash had such an affect on her. She longed to unzip her jeans and send him inside her feet first, enveloping him up to his chest. She wanted to vigorously force him in and out, she wanted to feel her soul mate kick her g-spot and…….. No! Misty shook her head. She was glad Ash didn’t notice her moment of inner turmoil. She cared about Ash greatly. He was more than just her boyfriend; he was her best friend, the one person in this world she could rely on even if he was only 1 inch tall. Though what she had envisioned wouldn’t hurt him she was ashamed and disgusted with herself. To her Ash wasn’t a shrinkee, he was still the boy destroying boy from Pallet. The boy who’d won her heart. How could she even IMAGINE, even if only for a second, using him in such a manner? She could use him whether he wanted her to or not but how would she ever be able to look him in the eye again? How would she ever have a normal conversation with him?

“Hey Misty, what gives?!” Ash cried as he was scooped off the cushion and once more deposited on his girlfriend’s thigh.

Though he complained, truth be told, he was thrilled. Of course he couldn’t let Misty know that, she’d tease him mercilessly.

Misty just wanted her little boyfriend as close as possible. She would wait till he was ready even if puberty had struck her faster. Even if he was never ready, even if he never felt the same way she did and what he had was little more than a crush, that was fine. Just being with him was enough Misty finally decided, though she’d love to feel him inside of her. She stared down him, he was so fragile. Looking at his arms she could see he still carried bruises from the incident that had happened earlier in the week. When he’d been stolen by that bitch that she’d nearly deep fried afterwards and sent back to the kitchen where he’d been worked over and molded like a lump of meat. She remembered spotting him on Casey’s plate. Nearly immobile due to the chefs ‘preparations’. His eyes had been puffy from crying and he’d been sticky all over. Misty had assumed he’d been raped by Casey. When she saw him so helpless and degraded she felt like something had died inside of her. It was the worst filling in the world. She’d never do anything like that to him and she’d always be there to protect him. Staring at the numerous though fading bruises, a single tear rolled down her cheek.


Ash, who had been waiting for an explanation as to why she’d picked him up off the couch and sat him back on her thigh, stared at her in confusion. He turned from Misty’s face to the tv only to see a 5 year old blind folded version of himself swinging at a piñata with a stick.

He gently stroked her thigh trying to calm her “Er, don’t cry Misty. I know you don’t like bug pokemon but that Caterpie’s only paper mache.”

Misty shivered from the sensation of having his hand stoke her bare flesh, “Oh Ash, you’re so dumb, that’s not it at all.” Misty sniffed.

“……. Was it something I said?” Ash racked his brain thinking back over all the things he’d said throughout the day.

“No just…….. forget about it.”

………………………………………….

Casey cackled like a jackal. She stuffed the 5 pokeballs into her bag. Not only had she been offered Ash’s old pokemon but first picks of Gary’s as well. She kept her Maganium (what used to be Chikorita) while sending her others into storage. She quickly built a dream team out of the two promising young Pallet boy’s now ownerless pokemon. She hadn’t touched any water ones though, she knew Misty would want them and though she was greedy she knew not to get on Misty’s bad side.

She ignored Daisy and Mrs. Ketchum as the chatted with Professor Oak. “Wish Ash still had that Charizard…. Oh well! I shouldn’t complain when I’m getting something for nothing.”

“Well I suppose we should be getting back now. I’ve got to get dinner started and I don’t want to leave my little boy alone for two long.”

“He’s not alone, he’s with Misty.” Casey pointed out.

Delia’s jaw hardened and her eyes steeled but, after a few seconds, her features softened, “Yes, of course. Misty is with him………….. Still, it’s about time we get back. I’m sure Ash and you girls have probably worked up quite an appetite and that pastas not going to cook itself you know!”

“Right.”

“Daisy, why don’t you join us?” Delia asked her kindly.

“Oh, I really shouldn’t. I’d hate to intrude…”

“Nonsense, you can sit with Ash. I’m sure you two have plenty of catching up to do.”

To Casey it was pretty clear Delia would like nothing more than to see her son hook up with Daisy instead of Misty. She wondered what Daisy thought and if she knew Delia wanted her to date her shrinkee son. Not only was there a huge age difference but quite the size difference as well. Misty didn’t seem to care but Casey knew Misty was probably an exception. Shrinkee/human relationships were unheard of. She’d known there’d been a spark between the two but she hadn’t thought it was anything more than that…… until today that is. Misty had flat out declared Ash her boyfriend. Even if Daisy was interested, which Casey seriously doubted, Ash would still rather be with Misty. Delia was just seemed to be too hell bent on keeping him safe at home, and running his life, to realize that. She didn’t seem to realize what her son wanted; she only knew what she wanted for her son.

“Well…. It has been a while since I last saw Ash. Sure, why not? Thank you Mrs. Ketchum.”

Delia smiled brilliantly, “Not a problem dear, it would be my pleasure.”

As they walked back Delia frowned slightly. She really needed to relieve herself. The ‘Ash’ she’d sent spelunking had stopped moving nearly half an hour ago. Now he was little more than dead weight. He’d served his purpose an now it was time for him to be replaced.

When they finally got back home they found Misty and Ash playing a serious game of checkers. Misty had been moving Ash’s pieces for him. Occasionally, when Ash was doing well, she’d ‘accidentally’ misinterpret the move he told her keeping him from winning. After a quick bathroom break Delia got started on the pasta while Casey joined Ash’s side.

“Misty, I’m surprised at you! Cheating…” Casey shook her head, “Oh what would your family say if they could see you now?”

Misty shrugged, “Probably nothing nice.” The sensational sisters had always treated her like a runt.

“Well you’re going down now that Ash has my brains on his side!”

“Uh, just move the pieces for me and we’ll be fine.” Ash interjected causing Casey to frown and Misty to smile.

Daisy sat down to watch the game. Soon enough dinner was ready.