Misty and Ash were lying together on a red, heart shaped bed. He was sitting at her feet while she looked mischievously down at her shrunken boyfriend. She was undoing her suspenders and slowly sliding off her shorts. Ash felt his breath hitch, as he seemed to appear in the conjunction between Misty’s thighs. His eyes took in the awesome sight of her panty-clad crotch, which radiated a sensual heat over Ash. Breathing the scent deeply, Ash floated towards Misty’s groin waiting to pull back the pink barrier and get to the wonderful prize underneath. He could almost touch it, when he suddenly felt something extremely wet being pressed against his whole body.

Misty disappeared and a big salivating tongue that was grinding his whole body into the mattress of his bed replaced her. Struggling to get out from under the soggy muscles, he squirmed and tried to push it away. The tongue passed over his whole body, tasting every inch of him and covering him in transparent spit. He sputtered as it pressed hard against his face and dripped drool into his mouth and nose. It finished its full swab of his body and disappeared back into the mouth of the licker. She licking her chops once, she pulled her face away from Ash and smiled down at the still dozy shrinkee.

“Salty and sweet, just as I expected.” Ash glared up at the person that had awoken him and gave her the evil eye. She of coarse smiled back at him like she had done nothing wrong.

“Casey,” Ash growled, trying to remember that even if he could kill her, she was still his friend and friends don’t murder friends; even if they awake you from a wonderful dream.

“Sorry, your mom asked me to wake you up for breakfast and when I saw you sleeping so contentedly, I just had to do something to bug the hell out of you,” Casey giggled good-humoredly and Ash shook his head in surrender. For all her quirkiness, Casey was a good friend and one of the few people Ash trusted unquestionable. He just wished she had a less unsettling way of showing her friendship.

“Fine, but did you have to lick me?” Ash bellyached, as he sat up.

“Of coarse I did, Misty got to do it so why can’t I,” Casey pouted. Casey was particularly competitive and never liked having one person do something that she couldn’t. If Misty got a taste of Ash, so did she. If someone ate twenty shrinkees, Casey followed suit. Casey was lucky she hadn’t run into anyone that liked jumping of bridge because she would be right behind them.

“But that’s different, she’s my girlfriend,” Ash explained.

“Was she your girlfriend when she last licked you?”

“Um, no.” Ash answered quietly.

“Then why can’t I get a taste of Ketchum? Anyway, I need to taste a shrinkee to wake me up and you’re the only suitable one in the house,” Casey explained with a chuckle. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since something had squirmed down her throat and she was getting a bit twitchy. Casey was addicted to shrinkees and unfortunately; there wasn’t a ten step program to get off the craving.

“Why not ask my mom for some of her shrinkees, I’m sure she’s got a few of them in her closet?” Ash could remember from a letter his mom sent before he shrunk that she always kept a few extra shrinkees in the house for an emergency. Ash had no idea what kind of emergency involved having tiny boys.

“I asked, but she said they were all used.” Casey held her hand down for Ash to step onto. He graciously accepted the ride and moved onto her palm. As she pulled her arm up, he frowned at what Casey had said.

“What do you mean by ‘used’? As far as I know, when a shrinkee goes into a stomach, they come out as nothing but waste.”

“But there are other ways to use shrinkees that don’t involve digestion.” Casey pointed out, as she walked out of Ash’s room with the boy standing in her open hand.

“Like what?” Ash questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Like he kind of things you were dreaming about when I woke you up.” Ash went through a series of emotions. First came disgust at the thought of his mother satisfying her womanly needs with shrinkees. Then, he came embarrassment from finding out Casey knew about his dirty dream. And lastly confusion, how could Casey know what he had been dreaming about?

“How did you know I was dreaming about Misty?” Ash blushed as crystal-clear details ran through his mind.

“Misty!” Casey shrieked then smiled broadly at her tiny friend. “I only knew you were having a wet dream. While I was licking you, I felt something poke at my tongue.”

“Oh,” Ash said with discomfit.

“Wait till I tell Mist about her boyfriends woody for her,” Casey snickered and Ash paled.

“Wait Casey, don’t tell Misty please. I would die from embarrassment if Misty ever found out.” Ash could picture it, once Misty learned about his morning erection she would never let him forget it. She still teased him about her destroyed bike; a wet dream would be teasing gold to his girlfriend.

“I don’t know Ash, I really think Misty should know that her boyfriend is sporting a tent for her.”

“Please, I‘ll do anything you ask,” Ash pleaded, falling to his knees on her hand. Casey thought about it for a second, trying to decide whether to keep this juicy gossip a secret.

“I’ll keep it between us, if you do me a tiny, itty-bitty, teensy-weensy favor,” Casey said with a cocked smile on her face.

“What is it?” Ash asked, not liking the glint in Casey’s eyes as she looked at him.

“I haven’t decided, but when I do come up with a favor, you have to do it no matter what,” Casey explained plainly.

“And my little morning wood stays between us?” Ash inquired.
“Absolutely,” Casey nodded.

“Then I guess I don’t have a choice,” Ash sighed, hoping that whatever Casey came up with didn’t involve any of her orifices.

“Great, lets join the others for breakfast.” With a happy skip in her step, Casey took Ash to the dinning room where Misty and his mom were waiting. Both girls smiled at seeing their boyfriend/son come into the dinning room. Last night, both of them had been working on plans to keep the unknowing boy with them forever. They were mutually determined to keep Ash no matter what. Smile smiled over at his two girls and something nagged at his mind. Looking over at his mom and Misty and then looking up at Casey, something so obvious occurred to him.

“Where’s Sabrina?”