“Honestly, role playing that I’m a giant and your tiny isn’t exactly hard. Maybe we could try another game, one that lets us play a more animalistic role?” Ash was intrigued, what was his giant lover thinking of? Whatever game Misty had in mind would be fine with him, as long as he was playing it with is one and only love.

“What do you call this game?” Ash asked. Misty got a big smile and leaned over so her face was only a few inches from her tiny boyfriend. She had a mischievous look in her years, which Ash hadn’t seen since she started being overly protective of him. This was the Misty he loved, the one that knew how to have fun and be spontaneous.

“Persian and Rattata,” Misty said. “I’d chase you around the room and try to catch you. When I catch you, you’ll let me do whatever my kitty mind can come up with. I’ll even do it on all fours like a Persian making meow sounds.” Ash raised an eyebrow in interest and rubbed his chin. A game of cat and mouse might be a little fun, but it needed something to spice it up.

“I’m game, on two condition.”

“What?” Misty asked. Ash got his own smile, one that was far more lecherous then Misty’s. He knew just how to turn this game into real fun.

“One, you only have five minutes to catch me. If you get me, then you can do whatever you want, but if you can’t get your hands on me then you do whatever I want, no matter how dangerous it might seem.” Misty twitched at the last part. She had been hoping to keep this game fully in her control so that she could protect Ash. A game that involved Ash hiding and her leisurely chasing seemed to be the perfect fit for a safe game. If she couldn’t catch him, he could suggest something that put him in harm, like spelunking deep inside her. She bit her lip nervously. Ash winning didn’t seem very likely, but it could happen. Also, If Ash won, he wouldn’t suggest something that might hurt him.

“And your second condition?”

“I’ve been feeling a little weird walking around in the nude all day. I’d like it if we were on equal terms. You can’t pretend to be a Persian if you’re wearing clothes.” Misty gave her boyfriend a look of amusement at his interesting condition. She saw him nude all the time, but she could count the times he’s looked at her nude on one hand. She always feared that Ash wouldn’t find her body attractive or would be too shy to look. Knowing that he wanted her naked made her feel very special. Special, and horny.

“What do you say, do you got the eye of the tiger?” Ash baited Misty. He was really starting to get into the idea of a cat and mouse game. He’d already scooped out some places that he could hide under or behind and some would even let him have a visual on his naked girlfriend. Nothing could be better then have a seat to a giant naked babe jumping around trying to get you.

As visions of bouncing nude Misty’s raced through Ash’s head, Misty was undoing her suspenders. When Misty pulled her short shorts down to her ankles, Ash no longer had to think about a naked Misty because he was about to see one. Misty stepped out of her shorts and pulled her shirt off, leaving her in her white cotton bra and panties. Teasingly, she winked at Ash and undid her bra, letting it fall from her fingers onto the floor. Ash licked his dry lips, the sight of the two mountainous breasts taking up his full attention. Misty bent over, pushing her rump out towards Ash on his perch. Her fingers slid under the waistband to her panties and with a tug, they were down and Ash was looking at Misty in the buff. She dropped the panties beside Ash.

“You ready to play, Ashley?”

Hearing his pet name called out woke Ash from his trance. He’d get plenty of opportunities to look at his beautiful naked girlfriend once he won the game. He grabbed the panties beside him, taking a corner in each hand, and jumped from the table. Misty gasped and reached to seize Ash before he could fall and hurt himself, but at the last instant, air filled the panties that Ash had been holding and they carried him away from her to the other side of the room. Ash had turned her panties into a parachute. Misty watched as he landed near her bed and scampered under it to hide. It took Misty a moment to realize the game had started and she was already behind. Leaping over to her bed, she dropped to her knees and looked under it. In the center of the bed was Ash, lying on his side waving to Misty.

“That’s one minute. Think you can catch me in the remaining four?” He taunted and Misty huffed.

“You bet I will and when I do, get ready to shave my pits!” Misty stretched her arm under the bed and reached for Ash. He was just out of grasp; so, she tried to push her arm further to get him. But whenever her fingers were inches away, Ash rolled away and snickered at her futile attempts. Misty tried to reach him using different positions on her back, side and belly. Ash’s favorite was the one on her side that let him see both of Misty’s boobs squish together. Two minutes passed and Misty hadn’t even touched Ash.

“Looks like this game isn’t very good for the Persian. Maybe when I win we’ll play again and this time you can be the Rattata?” Misty responded by getting back to her feet and trying to come up with another way to get Ash. She needed something long quick to grab Ash. An idea struck her and Misty got an evil smile. Time to use something that Ash has admired to catch him.

Misty sat back down and dropped to her stomach. Ash relaxed, thinking that she was going to try and reach in and grab him again with her hands. However, instead of pushing her arm under, Misty turned around and twisted her long legs in. Ash gasped as Misty’s two feet rushed towards him. He scrambled back just as Misty started to flex her toes. She was trying to grab him with her little toes instead of her hands. Ash was forced to back up, as Misty pushed her feet under the bed, trying to snatch Ash with her feet. Ash was pushed out until he came out the other side of the bed. Left out in the open, Misty knew this was her opportunity to strike.

With only a minute to spare, she twisted her legs out from under the bed and jumped to her feet. She hoped onto the bed and stared down at Ash on the floor. With not enough time to get back under the bed, Ash started running towards the dresser where he hopped Misty wouldn’t be able to follow. Misty dived off the bed, hands outstretched to grab Ash. She would have had him, but he dodged to the right at the last second, leaving Misty to fall to the floor without her prize. With the seconds ticking by, Ash saw he could hide under the dresser until his time was up, all he had to do was reach it. Misty was on her hands and knees, scuttling towards Ash. Only a few feet from his perfect hiding place, Ash dived for it, at the same time that Misty dived for him. Her fingers neared Ash as he came closer and when Misty closed her fingers, she felt….