Lying back on the couch, Misty lightly strokes Ash’s head as she relaxes after her exquisite dinner. It hadn’t been exactly as she expected, the shrinkees were much more fatigued then normal, making her dinner not as good. The more fight the shrinkees had, the better they tasted to Misty. Any way, the meal wasn’t important, the important thing was that she spent an evening with her sisters and there was barely any teasing. Usually Misty would have her sister nit picking at her all through dinner, but tonight they had been very quiet. Maybe it meant that they were finally starting to take her seriously and respect her opinion.

While Misty was relaxing, her three sisters took their positions on ether side of Misty. They knew they would have to be clever and tactful if they were going to save their sister from the horrible choice she was making. They had to be kind, yet forceful with their youngest sister.

“Your, like, freaken stupid,” Lily said at Misty, looking into the redhead’s eyes. Misty blinked and looked around her, finally noticing that her sisters were surrounding her. A sinking feeling set into her stomach, making her feel very uneasy. She instinctively covered Ash with her hand pressed him against her chest. She looked back and forth from each sister face, seeing the grim looks they were all sharing.

“Why am stupid, Lily. Is it my hair, my outfit, my face?”

“No you’re stupid because you’re dating a fucking shrinkee. We mean, God, Misty you’re dating a fucking happy meal. It’s so pathetic that we don’t know what to say. We always knew you were babyish, but trying to date a shrinkee is too much. You really have let us down.” When Lilly finished, Daisy took over for her, continuing the attack.

“Does he even know that you’re dating him? …Ooops, I’m sorry, I meant does ‘it’ know that you’re dating ‘it’? Cause we all know that shrinkees don’t have enough intelligence to fill a cup. We bet you have to spoon feed the mental reject. And wipe his ass when he’s done taking a crap. Have you trained him to sit up and shake yet? We always knew that you’d end up with some loser, but we never thought you would sink so low as to date a shrinkee. It makes me ashamed to call you our sister.” Daisy shook her head and gave it over to Violet, who would hit the final nail into this coffin.

“Misty, we know you must be lonely on the road because no man would possibly want to travel with someone like you, but using a shrinkee for companionship is wrong. They are to be used as only food, toys, toilet paper, tampons, butt plugs, enemas, jewelry, pads, and mashed up into delicious sauces. When you treat ‘one of them’ as a person, you’re setting a bad example for everyone else. We understand keeping a favorite shrinkee alive because he does a certain job well, but keeping him alive to date is just plain wrong. What you’re doing is worse then bestiality. We’d rather find you on your hands and knees, taking it from behind from a Machamp, then see you even kiss a shrinkee. You know what you have to do. Your babyish feelings are blinding you and you got to stop. You need to put ‘it’ out of your life, like the old saying goes, ‘out of sight, out of mind’. Well, technically you’ll be seeing him one last time when you go to flush, but after that he’ll be gone forever. I hope you know, that we will forgive you for this in time because we’re your sisters and we have strong feelings for you.” Through out all the girls speeches the word ‘love’ was never mentioned once.

Misty creased her brow at her sister when she stopped. The anger or shock from all her sister’s comments didn’t come. Hearing them say those cruel things left Misty only feeling cold inside, yet not surprised. Misty had always expected her sisters to criticize her choice of boyfriend, even if he wasn’t a shrinkee. They had been attacking her character and choices her whole life and their latest actions were not surprising in the least.

In her hand, Ash peaked out, looking above him at Misty’s face. He knew what the girls were asking Misty to do and every word they said sent a pang to his heart, but underneath the pain was anger. These little sluts were treating Misty like some embarrassing piece of trash, his Misty! They acted like they could control Misty and make her their little slave. They gave her no freedom and no opportunity for independence. They spoke casually like they had been saying this for a long time and that only made Ash’s blood boil. It was no wonder Misty left her home, with bitches like this there; she should of run away the moment she could walk. Not once did Ash worry about Misty heeding her sisters words, he trusted Misty too much to doubt her even for a second.

The sisters waited for they’re youngest to reply, but when they got no answer, they took it as Misty coming to her senses.

“Well I’m glad that’s over.” Lilly pulled out her compact mirror and checked her make-up quickly. She was pleased to find that none of it had been ruined during her argument.

“Yah, so how do you want ‘it’ Misty, cooked or uncooked?” Daisy asked, picking up a cook book from the kitchen and running through some dishes she could server. Maybe if she asked nicely, Misty would share some of Ash’s dark meat. For some reason, Daisy had a hankering for a thigh.

“I suggest we cook ‘it’ face down. That way Misty wont have to see his ugly face when she’s eating him.”

What happened next seemed to occur in slow motion. Misty sat up, carefully placed Ash in her back pocket, took a step towards Violet and let loose a thunderous slap to her right cheek. Violet was lifted off her feet by the slap and spun in the air, before crashing down to the floor hard. Daisy and Lilly dropped what they were holding and looked to their fallen sister, then towards the there sister, Nether knew what to say or do and just stood their gaping like fishes. They might have had nothing to say, but Misty had something quick to say before she rushed to the door.

“SAY WHAT YOU WANT ABOUT ME, BUT IF YOU EVER CALL ASH UGLY AGAIN, I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!!!!” Then she stormed out.