This choice: Misty tries desperately to explain | Go Back Chapter 70: The Shrinkee Fix (ID #317072) an addition by: chaos ![View fearboy's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author Misty looked down at her feet in shame and felt the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had finally started a real relationship, found someone that makes her happy and started rebuilding her self-image. Even with Delia biting at her heels, the last few days had seemed like some wonderful dream to Misty. She thought that everything would be all right, Delia would drop her obsession with Ash’s safely and Sabrina would move on and find another person to pine over. She had sampled to sweet taste of happiness and now tasted to bitter tang of despair.
“Ash, I’m so sorry.” Misty had no idea what she would tell him or how she could justify what she did. How could she tell the only person she loved that she was a soulless monster?
“Why did you do it Misty?” Ash asked, feeling the shock pass and confusion and anger replace it. He had also been on cloud nine when Misty and him decided to be a couple. In his mind, Misty had been so much more then a friend, for so long he wanted to tell her but fear of rejection kept him silent. The more he dwelled on asking her on a date, the more he pictured her rejection and destruction of their friendship. Until yesterday, he learned to accept that he was only going to be her friend and that would be enough. When she asked him to be her boyfriend, his heart stopped a beat and he hoped he wasn’t dreaming. It seemed that his dream was quickly turning into a nightmare.
“It’s hard to explain.” Biting her lip hard she tried to think about what to say. She had never thought there would come a day when she would have to explain her discretions to Ash. She planned to take the secret of her dirty deeds to her grave, never telling him about one of them. Having him stumble onto her in the middle of her sessions with a shrinkee never occurred to her.
“Explain,” Ash hissed. He felt so betrayed and angry. He wanted to just punch a wall or anything to deal with his blinding fury. Never before had Ash wanted to be his normal size more then he did right now. Right now, he wanted to storm off and is alone, but he was so small, he couldn’t even crawl out of the sink. All he could do as stand in the lukewarm water and seethe about Misty.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she whimpered. Under Ash’s angry eye, she felt even smaller then him.
“Try me!” He screamed at her, veins bulging in his neck, fists tightly clenched, teeth grinding against one another. He had never felt so angry in his whole life. Not when his dad left, not when he had crippling loses, not even after he shrunk. This rage was new to Ash; it was cold and made his whole body ache. It was the kind of anger that only came from a broken heart.
“It’s complicated,” Misty whined. While Ash was lost in rage, Misty was being dragged down into hell. Her mind was going a mile a minute, replaying the look of horror on Ash’s face over and over again. She knew he would never forgive her. She knew he would hate her forever. She knew that she had lost both a friend and lover at the same time.
“So what!” Ash screamed so loud that Misty roiled back. “Do you think my tiny shrinkee brain can’t understand that my girlfriend doesn’t give a rats ass about me? That she sees me as just a doll to strut around with, until she wants to pleases herself with another? That she needs others to fill her needs because she doesn’t think I can do anything? Do you think I can’t comprehend that you think I can’t satisfy you?”
“I KNOW YOU CAN SATISFY ME, THAT’S THE WHOLE REASON I CAN”T LET YOU TOUCH ME! ”
Taken aback by what she had said, Ash blinked several times in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Misty stopped to catch her breath and look towards Ash. He flinched when he saw her red eyes and flowing tears. She looked so frayed that she seemed to have aged several years. This was not the face of the woman that Ash was in love with, this face belonged to someone that was suffering greatly.
“Whenever I touch you, a shock goes through my body and I want to do things to you. At the barest of contact, I feel this overwhelming need to have you as close inside me as possible. One look at your smile and bright cheerful eyes and I want you so bad it hurts. Ash, if I have you once, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. If you sitting in my palm turns me on, what will happen when you are inside me? I never want to do anything to harm you, but sometimes my urges are more powerful then my mind. As long as I never eat the forbidden fruit, you’ll be okay.”
“Misty, I…I…I.. Don’t know what say.” Ash had never thought that he had such an affect on Misty. It was shocking to know how much she wanted him and it made him feel special in some strange way. However, there was still something that she hasn’t answered yet.
“If you care fore me so much, why did you try to stuff that shrinkee into you?”
Smiling sadly, Misty felt all her embarrassment return. “To help fight the urges to use you, I use other shrinkees for gratification. With my sexual urges sated, I can better fight the strong urges that come over me when I’m around you. Without my daily shrinkee, I’m worried that I’ll do something to you.”
“Daily?” Ash screeched. He had only thought this was a one-time thing, now he finds out that his girlfriend has a day-by-day shrinkee fix.
“Heh, heh, heh.” She laughed uncertainly. “Forgot to mention that. I’ve been thinking about you for a very long time Ash. Ever since I first put one of these buggers up inside my pussy, I’ve imagined your face and voice. A girls got to have fantasies,” she explained with a shrug.
“I guess,” Ash said, a little uncertain about what he should be thinking. For Misty she hadn’t been cheating, you couldn’t cheat with a shrinkee, anymore then you could cheat with a dildo. Misty didn’t consider shrinkees sentient life, for her, they were only objects to be used. Although Ash didn’t harbor these exact thoughts, he could relate to Misty’s thinking.
“Ash, are we good?” Her question came out in barely a whisper, if she hadn’t been right next to him, even Ash wouldn’t of heard her. She sat on the toilet, pants and panties around her ankles, waiting for Ash to tell her if she had destroyed one of the most beautiful things in her life.
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