Misty stood at the edge of the pool, with Ash in her hand, both of them looked into the crystal clear pool water. It was an Olympic sized pool, which to Ash looked about the same size as the real ocean. Ash wondered how they were going to do this, he couldn’t remain in Misty’s hand and holding onto her hair as she swam didn’t sound too fun. Misty was thinking about the same thing, but she had come to only one conclusion that would be best.

“Just remember honey, if you’re running out of air, squeeze twice. Trust me, I’ll feel it.” Not understanding what Misty meant, Ash opened his mouth to ask Misty to clarify, but before he could, Misty pulled the cup to her bikini top out and dropped Ash inside. The elastic material caught Ash and he slid to the center of the cup. Ash looked up at Misty’s face, seeing her wink at him before letting the top of her bikini go, snapping back onto her chest with Ash against her breasts. Misty repositioned her top currently, placing Ash directly against her tit. Misty shivered as she felt her sensitive tit rub against her hot, slippery boyfriend.

In her bikini top, Ash was lying beside the huge nipple, which was half his size. It grinded against his hip and he put one hand on top of the teat. He knew things were going to get rough and he needed something to hold on to, he just hopped Misty knew what she was doing. The last thing she needed was to have an orgasm while swimming in a public pool.

Misty took a last look at her top, for a minute thinking about stopping what she was doing. She shook off her doubts and reminded herself that Ash would be okay. She wasn’t tossing him around like a ball or roughing him up. He was just taking a ride in the bikini submarine.

“Get ready to dive,” Misty said seriously. Ash took a deep breath of the earthy scent of his gigantic girlfriend and held it. Misty turned to the water, bent her knees, and dived in headfirst. She hit the water and glided down, and then turned to the right and started kicking her feet. The referring feel of the cool pool water was so refreshing after being in the hot sun that she almost forgot about her tiny passenger against her chest…. Almost. It was hard to ignore something when it was bear hugging your tit. Misty continued swimming under the water, ever mindful for two consecutive squeezes that would tell her if Ash was running low on air.

For Ash, the force behind Misty’s dive made his ears pop and he could still feel them ringing He buried his against the tit-flesh, trying to hold on. The bumpy groves of the tit made it hard to hold on and Ash could have kept holding on, if Misty hadn’t decided to dive to the bottom of the pool. The sudden decent threw Ash off the nipple and he was left floating in the bikini top. He was only floating for a second before he started to come out. He slid away from Misty’s breast, under the top and was left in the open water floating around Misty’s stomach. Misty continued swimming, leaving Ash alone, floating in the middle of the pool

A pang of fear struck Ash. He was running out of air and the surface was too far away, he was going to drown!

He opened his mouth to scream, but only bubbles came out. Ash closed his eyes quickly, what was he doing? He just wasted his remaining air. Now, even if he could catch a ride on Misty, he’d still drown. So busy was Ash with his pending suffocation that he missed Misty making a u-turn and start swimming towards him. Misty had felt Ash let go and was looking for him. She’d been so realized to see him, floating aimlessly near the bottom of the pool. She knew that by now, Ash’s tiny lungs must be burning and he needed air. Mist could only think of one way to give him his needed oxygen.

Ash turned in time to see Misty’s face, swimming rapidly towards him. She was going too fast and was going to crash into him. He covered his face, waiting for the collision to come. However, there was no crash. Misty opened her mouth in time to snatch Ash out of the water, like a fish, and she closed her mouth quickly, holding Ash and a mouthful of pool water.

Ash suddenly found himself floating in Misty’s mouth, surrounded by her pearly teeth and pink gums. Misty opened her throat slightly and let some of the water drain. Ash felt the water level drop and saw the water flow down the throat. Ash was left a soggy, naked mess on Misty’s tongue, gasping in the humid air. Using the tongue as a seat, Ash sat down to catch his breath and thank his luck stars that he’d been saved. Now that he thought about it, he shouldn’t of panicked so easily. He told Misty that he was ready for more physicality and in the first sign of danger he panicked. Next time he needed to remember that Misty always had his back and whenever he was in danger, his Mistyzilla would come to the rescue.