“I’m just reading this crackpot theory that’s printed in the newspaper. It’s amazing what they print in the paper now a day. I wouldn’t be surprised to read an article about cat people from space who eat humans whole. It’s all hogwash,” Misty giggled and put the paper down. She didn’t believe for a minute that shrinkees could possibly be as smart as her. It simply wasn’t possible because if that was true, then she was a monster or even worse, just like her sisters. Shrinkees are and have always been inferior little bugs and Misty hates bugs. The way they scurry around, screaming and whining made her sick. Pokemon were more like people then shrinkees were.

“What’s the article about?” Ash asked. He rolled over onto his stomach to look up at Misty’s face from within her bikini bottom. Most of her face was being blocked out by the small augment of her breasts, but Ash could still see her eyes over the two hills. Misty shuddered slightly from the small movement inside her bikini bottoms. A normal shrinkee would never of effected her like this, but every time she had Ash near her womanhood, it felt like her body was on fire.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Misty said quickly, finally able to get her mind off dirty thoughts. She really didn’t want to discus the article with Ash because she already knew what his response was going to be. No matter how much she tried to convince Ash, she couldn’t make him see that almost all shrinkees were just pink, two legged bugs. She knew it was hard for him to see because he was the same height as them, but shrinkees were not people. If they were people, would they be used as food?

“Okay then,” Ash said, knowing that Misty didn’t want to talk about whatever she was reading. Most likely it was about the treatment of shrinkees, which was something he knew Misty and him would never agree on. It was something that they couldn’t find a common ground on. Ash shifted around some more, trying to get comfortable in his hiding spot inside Misty’s bottoms. It was so warm and cozy that he just wanted to slide all the way down and feel completely surrounded by Misty’s warmth. While he was shifting, his leg kicked out and hit Misty’s clit by accident. Ash’s kick was not strong, but it made Misty see stars. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, fighting down the urge to moan. It the pleasure passed and Misty let out a sigh, it was time to take Ash out before she raped him.

“I think you should come out, Ash. If were not careful, you might slip inside me and we wouldn’t want that. You can rest on my shoulder while I take in the sun,” Misty said sweetly to Ash and reached between her legs to take him out, but Ash crawled back to avoid her fingers.

“Come on Mist, five more minutes. I really like it in here, I’m thinking of getting some furniture put in,” Ash joked, but Misty found none of this funny. She needed him out before he got hurt.

“Ashley Ketchum, get away from my crotch. You might get hurt.” Misty came out sounding more over bearing then she meant to be, giving Ash the weird sense that he was talking to his third grade teacher. What was up with Misty, they had a short time ago been able to express their love physically for one another, but then she noticed ca few bruises and everything came to a halt. She was treating him like he was made of glass or something.

“Misty, I’ll be fine in here. If the worse thing that could happen is that I enter you, then that’s a risk I’m more then ready willing to take.” Ash was very jovial, but Misty was starting to get very ornery. Ash was so small and weak, all it would take was one accident and he’d be done forever. He wasn’t built like her and the rest of humanity, he was absolutely helpless without her.

“Ash, get out before you get hurt!” Misty said, a little bit too loudly. People were starting to notice the redhead whose hand was fumbling around inside her bikini bottoms. Several people noticed the small shrinkee inside there and shook their heads at Misty’s juvenile behavior. Young people today and their shrinkee masturbating, someone thought before tossing their own shrinkee into their mouth.

“Misty, I’m not going to get hurt in here and I’m not going to get hurt doing anything else with you. I’ve survived being inside you several times, falling off your shoulder and even getting sucked up Casey’s nose. You got to stop trying to protect me. I’m going to get bumps and bruises no matter what I do and I’d much rather get them when I’m fooling around with you. How can we have a relationship if you act like I’m made of glass?” Misty pulled her hand away from Ash, forgetting about where she was, where Ash was and everything else but what Ash was saying. Was it true, was she treating Ash too fragilely? She only wanted what was best for him.

“But, if you slip or get caught…” Misty left the last part unsaid, Ash knew all to well what her body could do to a shrinkee’s body. Misty’s worse fear was waking up one day, Ash’s broken body inside her. She knew that she could be rough, but she never wanted to be that way with Ash.

“That will only happen if you let it. You’d have to give me a real pounding to truly hurt me. All those electric shocks Pikachu gave me before I shrunk made me real tough. I can take pretty much anything you can dish out, so stop worrying about me. I know you'll never really hurt me, even in the throes of passion. I want to be your lover as well as your boyfriend if you’ll let me,” Ash said shyly. He really wanted a mature relationship with Misty. The type where they shared a bed and did all those naughty things they talk about privately. He wanted Misty to rely on him as a lover; it was the only way they could stay together for a long time.