Casey had never been faced with a dilemma like this before, she always acted first and didn’t even consider the consequences when it was over. She followed her instincts, which she was ironically taught to by Brad. When she had befriended Ash, she did it because it felt right. She couldn’t explain it any clearer then that, her instincts screamed friend when she looked at Ash and she followed that line of thought. Now, her instincts were going haywire and she didn’t know what to fall back on. there was no one she could talk to, who would understand what she was going through. Misty considered all shrinkees to be ether condiments or sex toys, except Ash because she knew she loved him. Casey didn’t delude herself into thinking she loved Brad, maybe admired and had affection for, but not love. Misty would never know how to react to her problem, so she was useless. Asking Misty’s sisters was an even worse idea. The first thing that came to Casey’s mind as she pictured herself asking the sisters, was them pointing and laughing at her for being so stupid. Maybe the only one who could possible give Casey console on this was Sabrina. She had shrinkees that she protected that weren’t loved ones, she would know how to handle Casey’s problem. Unfortunately, Sabrina had gone missing and couldn’t help, leaving Casey with no one to help her decide what to do about Brad.

“You have someone Casey, you have me,” a high-pitched voice called out to Casey from her shoulder. Turning slowly to look, Casey thought at first she was seeing a tiny clothed shrinkee on her shoulder. Then she saw that this shrinkee looked exactly like her, only with a few small, but incredibly important differences. She had horns, a pointed tail and was wearing the most evil of clothes any person could wear, the jersey of the Electabuzz’s main rivals, the green Scythes.

“What you should do is tell the little bug that your going to eat him, then explain in graphic detail the pain he’ll go through as he’s digesting. The look of horror on his face at your betrayal will make him even more delicious.” The devil Casey started to cackle evilly, imitating the classic villain pose as she did this. Casey hated to admit it, but the shrinkee had a valid point, seeing the look of terror on the man she had once admired would make him even more delicious. Casey was about to make that her final decision, when another high-pitched voice called out to her.

“But to betray your one time friend like that would be cruel and unnecessary. Who molded you into the person you are today? It was sweet innocent Brad, who was there for you when you needed him. Was it you that went to sleep at night looking at his poster and wishing that you could be like him? By betraying him, won’t you just be betraying yourself?” Casey wasn’t too surprised to see another tiny version of her sitting on her other shoulder. This one had a halo over her head, soft fluffy wings and was wearing the official uniform of the yellow Electabuzz. The devil Casey growled at the angel Casey, not liking one bit being interrupted in the middle of convincing Casey to do the evil thing.

“Don’t listen to that goody-two-shoes, it’s your responsibility to eat Brad. There is an order to the universe, big eats small. I don’t think I have to point out that your fucking big and he’s fucking small. If you don’t eat him, then you’ll be going against the balance of the universe.” Devil Casey pointed down at Brad, who was still waiting to find out whether he was going to be digested by his former biggest fan. When Casey looked at him, she started to see how he was just a part of the balance of the universe, he was prey and she was the predator. Sensing that she was losing the fight, Casey’s good side brought out more ammunition.

“Casey, you can’t eat him. You may not have the same love for him as Mist has for Ash, but you still care for him. He was one of the most influential people in your life and helped you when you were lost. Who was it that you swooned over every time you saw? Who was it that you tried to be the most like? Who was it that you once thought was the ideal man? It was Brad; he was your special person. You shouldn’t eat him because you’ll never find out what it feels like to cram that hot hunk up your ass!”

“No Casey, you must…Wait, what the hell did you say?” Devil Casey cried out after analyzing angel Casey’s words. She couldn’t believe what she had heard, so she peaked past Casey’s face to see angel Casey. Her eyes became saucers and her mouth went slack when she saw what the good embodiment of Casey was up to over there.

“He’s such a muscular and well endowed shrinkee, so he’s got to have a lot of fight in him. He’ll squirm and wiggle inside you until you’re as red as a tomato. Look at Misty, she found her special person and she looks well fucked. You know they were alone this afternoon, and I don’t think they were playing scrabble judging from that glow around her. Imagine having multiple orgasms, or finally having a shrinkee find your G-spot. If any shrinkee can do it, Brad can. Big, hot, sexy, yummy Brad. Oh, God!”

Angel Casey had her hands in her pants and was thrusting her hips up as she masturbated. She was flustered and moaning as she continued to pleasure herself on Casey’s shoulder. Devil Casey started to develop a tick in her eyes as she saw Casey put her out hand down her pants and start groping her butt cheeks.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” Devil Casey screamed, making angel Casey stop diddling herself. Looking at the other part of Casey’s subconscious, angel Casey raised her girlcum-stained hand and made the come hither hand gesture

“You want a piece of this?” Angel Casey asked sultrily, making a sex pose as the devil looked on in confusion and awkwardness.

“What are you doing?” Devil Casey hissed. “Aren’t you Casey’s good side?”

“No, Casey’s good side hung herself around the time Casey started using shrinkees as toilet paper. I’m Casey’s libido.” Devil Casey nodded dumbly, why hadn’t she figured it out before?

“I think maybe we should get out of here,” Angel Casey, who was really her libido, said discreetly, not wanting Casey to over hear her.

“Why?”

“Because, if you haven’t noticed, we’re the size of shrinkees and I’ve seen what this girl does to people this size.” Angel Casey looked wearily at Casey, feeling a chill over come her she pictured some of the things she’d helped Casey do to shrinkees. Even the lamer of Casey’s uses for shrinkees were pretty viscous.

“But she can’t eat us, we’re just figments of her imagination.”

“Do you really want to find out if she cares?” Devil looked at Casey and thought back to some of Casey’s past actions with shrinkees. She started to shudder as well and she shared a look with angel Casey. If anyone could eat his or her own subconscious, it was Casey. The two of them popped away, but not before helping Casey reach her decision. She smiled down at Brad.

“Don’t worry, your safe.” Brad nodded with thanks and sat down on Casey’s plate. He was lucky to run into someone with such goodness in them.