Misty paid close attention to Ash's movements in her mouth. When she felt him calmly stroke the surface of her tongue she knew he was okay. It was stupid of her to dive in like that without a good grip on her Ashy, she berated herself mentally. Swimming to the surface she opened her mouth as soon as her face emerged from the water. She extended her tongue; Ash perched on its tip. Light flooded into her mouth exposing the back of her throat. Ash looked at the dark passage and the meaty pink dangling uvula. It was a familiar site. He had spent a lot of time in Misty’s mouth and actually felt fairly comfortable. It was a very wet, hot, and odd feeling experience, but always enjoyable over all.

Two fingers descended and plucked him up off the tongue. Misty gazed at her boyfriend sternly, “Ash Ketchum I told you to hang on!”

“How is this MY fault? And I believe your exact words were ‘get ready to dive’, not ‘hang on’.”

Misty brought the boy closer to her face, “Don’t pretend to act dense. You know what I meant. I bet you let go on purpose, you just wanted to scare me.” Misty huffed.

Ash smiled and did his best to lean in though he was dangling in the air. Misty lost her mock pout and leaned in. Ash kissed her bottom lip and Misty did her best to return it.

Soon the two were swimming together once more. Ash had a firm grip on her nipple and Misty swam at a nice lazy pace emerging frequently. Whenever she dived back under she’d release a few air bubbles, a grunt of excitement, because Ash would reflexively squeeze tighter. No one else in the pool bothered them, it was large enough for know one to notice Misty had a passenger. Eventually she surfaced and placed Ash on her stomach. The giant girl sunbathed while floating; her tiny boyfriend walking up and down her length. Misty herself was like a small ship or a giant raft to him. Occasionally he’d yell out directions at the top of his longs and his SS Misty, hearing his faint cries, would change directions. Eventually Ash decided to soak up some rays too. He stretched out on her stomach. When they were through they went back to diving, this time with Ash holding on to Misty’s short ponytail. The loose strands of hair and the rush of water tickled him. They played a number of games, Misty hiding underwater and emerging only to shoot him with a torrent of water from her mouth. Misty considered playing ‘Jaws’ but decided it was getting late. She was used to hours upon hours in water but Ash not so much. He was more ‘absorbent’, and she didn’t want her boyfriend too pruny and uncomfortable.

“I had a great time, thanks for swimming with me Ash.” Misty said affectionately.

“You don’t need to thank me! I enjoyed it too you know.” Ash smiled.

Misty took him back to their room where they dried off. Daisy showed up complaining about how she was worried about Brad and Casey losing interest in him but Misty just ignored her. Though she was becoming more accepting of Brad she still didn’t like him. If Casey killed him all the better. But she doubted whatever had Daisy so concerned was serious. Casey was probably just playing around being her usual goofy self. Misty was starting to get the impression Daisy was a little dense when it came to things such as sarcasm or humor.

“Well, as his friends I just feel-”

“As his friends?” Misty fought to hold in the laughter.

This only earned her a glare from Daisy, “Sorry, sorry, I’ll talk to her.” Misty lied.

“Well….. That’s all I ask, thank you Misty. Ash, though you’re cute as a button without them, you should really put on some clothes.” Ash blushed and covered his privates; he was fine with Misty seeing his gear, not so much other people.

“Sorry about that daisy.”

“Oh that reminds me of you as a child, running around with your underwear on your head! You made it so difficult for me to wash you!” Daisy laughed, “Oh, I feel nostalgic.”

Ash was even redder now, Misty just grinned at him viciously. She loved Ash to death but she also liked to tease and argue with him, “Hmmm, Ashy running around naked seems to have been a pretty common occurrence. I was watching some cute home videos back at Ash’s house where he had some trouble keeping his clothes on. Any more embarrassing stories?”

Daisy smiled, “Of course, tons!”

They met up with Casey in the main dining area. Once more they went through the buffet. Misty had man alfredo. Noodles and men twice her age smothered in thick creamy sauce. They were so entangled in her pasta all she had to do was slurp up a strand to drag one into her mouth and down her throat. Misty found their struggle to free themselves from the thick noodles quite amusing. She’d suck them in slowly giving them a chance to escape. Only one or two broke free though and they were eaten anyway. Casey was her usual gluttonous self. Unlike Misty she felt that shrinkees WERE still people mentally but if anything just was a bit crueler. Size and strength were the things Casey found important, not intelligence. They might still be people but they were lower in the food chain, Brad was lower in the food chain too except he was an exception. Casey didn’t try to justify it like Misty justified Ash. She freely admitted she only kept him alive because of their history, not because he was exceptional in any way compared to other shrinkees. She forced her meal to play something of a gladiatorial match up. They had to wrestle each other and throw their companions out of the ring (her plate) into Casey’s open maw. She swallowed quite a few, occasionally she’d push knock two or more in if they got too close to the edge and the fighting dragged on. A few bounced of her cheek or missed her completely breaking their bones after plunging to the floor. The winner was given a free pass but Casey hawked a loogey on him just for the hell of it. Daisy started out with some fruit but, after watching the other girl’s exploits, ran off to the bathroom feeling nauseous.

“Well mr. winner, I’ll give you a choice. I can let you loose on the floor or, once we’re off the ship, I’ll let you scamper off into the woods.”

The tiny well built man flicked off as much of Casey’s ‘victory prize’ as he could with a disgusted look on his face, “Just let me down here.” Casey nodded and placed him on the floor.

He got too close to Misty who stomped him. The only thing that remained was a messy smear beneath her sneaker.

“What the hell was that for?!” Casey yelled, she couldn’t have cared less about him but she was a girl of her word and she’d promised him the winner would walk away from the table alive.

“I did him a favor. The little bug would have been killed soon anyway. Better he dies when his hopes up rather than starve to death or fall overboard and drown or become Goldeen chow.”

Casey muttered to herself but didn’t make a scene. She cut up little pieces of ham and pineapple for Brad who was allowed to enter the ‘arena’ once the last of the fighters had been dispatched. Casey would have bet on him if he’d been fighting in her little dinner competition but she didn’t want him to get his jaw broken or to plunge to the floor.

Daisy didn’t come back so the girls moved on to dessert without her.

They each got a slice of rich looking chocolate cake, “When my birthday roles around I know what I want for a present.” Misty smiled at Ash sweetly, “I’d like you to op out of my birthday cake and surprise me!”

“I don’t know; what if I didn’t get out in time?”

“Oh come on honey.” Misty begged.

“You can stay in mine.” Casey informed Brad.

“Who the hell said I want to celebrate your birthday anyway?” He smirked back.

They finished up dinner and went their separate ways. Night came and Misty and Ash decided to look at the stars. Eventually they returned to their room. They checked next door to find Daisy snoring lightly and Casey and Brad missing.

Going back to their room Misty set her tiny naked boyfriend on the table. She was blushing, “So……. We can play around but nothing to dangerous. I don’t want you to go completely inside of me, maybe just you legs. And we’ll take things slow, if it hurts just let me know.”

Ash nodded, they were going to give things a second try. The words ‘play around’ resonated in his head and Ash got an idea, “Hey, Mist, how about a little role playing?”

“…… Like what honey?” Misty asked nervously. She really hoped he didn’t ask her to pretend to be Miss Jhoto or Miss Kanto.

“Well, seeing as how you’ve got a bit of a height advantage, how about Jack and the Beanstalk?”

Misty grinned, “Fe Fi Fo Fum, Ash Ketchum you’re really dumb.”

Ash blushed, “Er, sorry, you’re right. It was a dumb idea.”

“No, I think it could be a lot of fun!” Misty told him earnestly.

Ash smiled, relieved, “Really? Cool.”

“I could be the big hungry giant coming home from a hard day at school only to find a sneaky little someone trying to steal my pet goose whose golden eggs are the envy of all the land.”

“I’d be more interested in your bra honestly, but I could go with the goose angle.”

“I could kill two birds with one stone, punish the little thief and have a nice boy sandwich at the same time. But alas, he wins me over with his, er ……charming personality.” Misty rolled her eyes.

“Hey! I can be charming!”

Misty laughed, “Ashy, romance has never been your thing.”

“That’s not true, I can be romantic…… and charming! Remember when you were feeling down and I bought you those poliwhirl trading cards?” The two just stared at each other and broke into a case of the giggles.

“Well, I guess I could try a little harder. But be fair, we’ve been dating for less than a month.”

Misty felt more like they’d been dating for the past year or two, that they’d only recently made it official, but she didn’t argue with him.

“So,” Ash asked, “What do you wanna do? I’m up for some goose snatching if you are.”