Casey placed two fingers on her nether lips and parted them. She sighed as she felt the well toned corpses ooze out. One even brushed against her clit causing her to shudder with pleasure. The bloated corpses of two once young strong men were left in the grass, discarded. Soon enough a wild pokemon would come and consume the remains. It was better Brad didn’t see her dispose of them. She knew the image he had of her had been shattered. Casey knew he knew they were probably dead but there was no need to add an image to the thought.

“So, ummm, have you been a trainer long?” Brad asked, trying to make conversation.

Misty just held her nose up high, she wouldn’t dignify the little snack with a response. Didn’t he realize she didn’t want to speak with him?

“I used to do a little myself when the season wasn’t-”

“Do you hear something Ash?” Misty asked the tiny boy on her thigh cheerfully.Though Daisy had slept through Misty and Casey’s whispered conversation Ash had been roused from his sleep.

“Um, yeah, Brad.” Ash pointed to his fellow shrinkee.

Misty sighed, “Oh? Well will you please tell Brad I don’t talk with shrinkees. It’s hard to have a meaningful conversation with something that’s meant to be eaten or shoved up your asshole.”

“I’m pretty sure he can hear you just fine.” Ash smiled apologetically.

“I’m just trying to-” Brad started.

“Yes yes,” Misty interrupted once more, “We don’t care. Why don’t you just go scurry off into the woods and try to find a spearow? My boyfriend and I would like a moment to spend some quality time together.”

“Quality time? He’s with you twenty four seven!” Brad snapped.

“Yes, and I enjoy his company. Unlike some of the people…. er, ‘things’ in our group.”

“Hey, what’s your problem with me?” Brad asked glaring at her, “What have I done to make you act like such a bi-”

“Stop right there!” It wasn’t Misty who cut him off this time, it was Ash, “Don’t you dare call Misty that word! So she doesn’t want to talk to you, so what? Yeah, she might be being a little rude but you don’t have to talk to her.”

“Look shorty, I’m just trying to make conversation. It’s not my fault your red headed yeti of a girlfriend wants bite my head off.”

“Why don’t you shut your mouth before I shut it for you?” Ash was getting angry, standing he turned his cap backwards and brought up his fists.

“Kid, I could snap your neck in nine different places. Eh, why am I even letting a little brat like you get to me? You shouldn’t have such a hot head Ash, one day you’ll piss off the wrong guy and it’ll get you killed.”

Ash took a step forward but Misty plucked him off her thigh, “Don’t worry about it Ash, I can fight my own battles…… but thanks for sticking up for me, you’re the best!”

“The best you can get clearly.” Brad sneered, “Ugly runt like you, you’d need to get someone pretty drunk just to get to first base. It’s no wonder you wound up with such a shrimpy little brat for a boyfriend, he’s the best you could do!” Brad was really more of the laid back type but he’d been taking non stop crap for many many months, he was fed up with being talked down to.

“I’m tired of you flapping your lips. I’ve got lips too ya know.” Misty growled.

She used her one free hand to pull down her shorts zipper, “Wh-” Grabbing Brad she stuff him into her open jean shorts and sealed him in, “If you have anything left to say then you can just say it to my twat.”

Brad started kicking viciously, pissed off about his imprisonment in some tomboy’s panties. The large bulge in the crotch of her pants squirmed wildly. Ash could see Brad’s fists and feet repeated beat against his fabric prison. Occasionally his feet brushed against the entrance to her pussy stimulating it, “Whatcha doing down there Brad? I thought you didn’t like me.” Misty sneered.

Though she hadn’t had a shrinkee to pleasure her for more than two days she was more angry than aroused. In Misty’s opinion the man currently trapped in between her legs had no redeeming qualities, that and he was a shrinkee. It took a lot of self control to keep from taking two fingers and pushing the ‘bulge’ inside of her. Not because she wanted to enjoy him, just because she wanted to crush or drown him.

Misty turned to look at Ash. Staring at her boyfriend quickly made her anger melt away. Unfortunately for Brad it also made her a great deal wetter, “Well, let’s not let him ruin our morning. Let’s got some grub, whadda ya say?”

“I could eat.” Ash smiled half heartedly, he wished he could trade places with the ex-baseball player but Misty was being much too protective after he’d gotten a few bruises from spelunking into her.

Sending a shrinkee muff diving usually resulted in their deaths, he knew that, but Misty was much more gentle him. He was sure he’d be fine! Worst of all he was afraid she might go back to using others in his place. If anyone should get to please his closest friend and girl it should be him!

“Toast and eggs?” Misty asked.

“Sounds good.” Misty made sure to start the small fire a dozen feet away or so from where Daisy was sleeping.

After getting it started she sat Ash down by her feet. Noticing she had yet to put on her socks Ash rubbed one of the soles lightly. He didn’t like feeling useless; he wanted to show his best friend some affection. Being so tiny really limited his options though. She wouldn’t let him pleasure her so this was the next best thing, “Care for a foot rub sweety bear?” He grinned up at her.

Misty glared, “I told you not to call me that Ash ketchum! Just because I like to call my boyfriend honey doesn’t give you the right to make fun of me!” She huffed, “And.. no, you really don’t need to give me a foot massage Ash. Thanks for the offer.” Misty said no but her toes wiggled excitedly as if sensing Ash might soon be caressing them.

“I insist. You clothe me, feed me, carry me around everywhere, I feel like I should stop mooching off my best bud and give her something back.”

“Really, what I do for you, it’s nothing. I’m sure you would have done the same for me if I had been the one who shrank.”

“Misty if it had been you instead of me would have protected you with my life, guarded you better than a pokeball with Lugia trapped inside, waited on you hand and foot… and occasionally torment ya! I know how ticklish you are! But it wasn’t you, it was me, and I’m embarrassed I don’t do more for you so let me get to work on those toes.”

Misty was very moved, she let her feet roll to the sides so Ash would be able to rub the majority of them, “Ash Ketchum, that’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. I don’t want you to feel you need to pamper me…… but if you insist.” Misty watched him shyly as he got to work.

Soon the muscles in her feet were relaxing. Many days of walking could really take their toll on you and Ash’s hands were doing wonders the couple days rest at his mother’s hadn’t done for her.

Misty reached into their groups supply of shrinkees. She pulled out a young fit shrinkee to eat. He had thick oily black hair and a rather attractive yet also hairy chest, “Yuck, I might get a hairball in my throat after eating you.” Misty joked.

The 20 something year old shrinkee didn’t find it very funny, he let misty know by cussing at her.

“It’s just a joke. Every last particle of you is going to get turned into shit.” Misty joked again yet this time not really joking at all.

She wasn’t in a fowl mood anymore after Ash’s kind words, not even putting up with another verbally abusive shrinkee could dampen her mood.

The man screamed in horror as he fell into her mouth. With a wet sounding ‘plop’ he impacted with her tongue. The young man gagged, Misty’s morning breath was quite over powering. The wriggly pink muscle below him soon came alive and he found himself tossed around like a rag doll. Misty eventually positioned him under her teeth. She nibbled on his torso but not enough to draw blood.

“Mmmm, I whish you chould try shrinkhees Ash, they’re delicioush!” Misty

Ash smiled nervously looking up from his work, “I don’t think so.”

Just then Casey came back out from the woods. She’d found the nearby stream and washed her hands clean, “Hey everyone……… where’s Brad?” She asked suddenly.

Not even bothering to respond Misty unzipped her pants, snatched him out, and tossed him to the startled girl.

“What the hell did you do to him?!” Casey growled, Brad was wet, battered, exhausted, and bleeding from the nose.

“He got mouthy with me, wanted to know why I wouldn’t talk to him. So I decided to put him in his place.” Misty explained casually, of course this was after swallowing the miniature man in her mouth.

It was rude to talk with your mouth full. She’d do it with Ash but only because they were so close and she didn’t feel the need to practice proper etiquette around him.

“You’ve got no right!” Casey was furious, a few days ago she might have actually been angry at Brad for being so weak, but not now.

“He’s just a shrinkee. Don’t get excited. I could have sent him here you know” Misty thumped her belly, the action caused her to unintentionally burp.

“So? He’s still my friend….. In fact he’s like family to me!”

“Family?” Misty wasn’t following the argument, If her sisters shrunk she’d probably toss them in a toilet, do her business, and flush them down, “Casey I thought you told me you wouldn’t get whiny and preachy just because you’d decided to keep a shrinkee.”

“Well he’s important to me. And who are you to talk Misty? Isn’t Ash important to you?”

“That’s different; Ash is my best friend and the love of my life. He’s my…. My soul mate! We’ve always been close, a bond that can’t be broken by shrinking.”

“Oh please, Ash told me how you met! He mangled your bike and you hated him for weeks! Tell the truth, if Ash had shrunk right when you met him you wouldn’t have hesitated to push him up your anus or convert him into a couple hundred calories. Admit it!”

Misty looked down at the tiny boy who had, up to a few seconds ago, been giving her the best foot massage of her life.