A man in a trench coat and sunglasses approached her from the right, his left hand extended and closed. He just gazed a Misty for a few seconds until he had finally caught her eye. With a flick of his wrist he removed his trench coat revealing a white uniform with a large red R plastered on his chest.

“Prepare for trouble,” a tiny voice squeaked, opening his hand he revealed a tiny red haired woman, “and make it double” the blue haired man sneered.

“To protect the world from devastation,”
“To unite all people within our nation,”
“To denounce the evil of truth and love.”
“To extend our reach to the stars above.”
“JESSE!” “JAMES!”

“Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light,” The miniscule redhead squeaked.
“Surrender now, or prepare to fight!” the blue haired man agreed.

“MEOWTH, that's right!” A talking meowth pokemon appeared out of no where.

“You have got to be kidding me. You two haven’t been kicked out yet?” Misty muttered, she was too annoyed at the prospect of missing out on a shrinkee dinner to pay them much heed. Turning away from the energetic pair Misty walked depressed towards a nearby hotel.

James just stared a little vexed, “James you idiot! Don’t let the twerp get away!” Jessie stomped into the palm of his hand and ground her boot in for emphasis.

“Ow! I’m sorry Jessie! Please don’t do that it hurts!” He whined, “Now wait a minute little missy!” James ran up, blocking her path, “You aren’t going anywhere just yet.”

“That’s right, hand over the pikachu and we’ll be on are way.” Jessie promised, “However if you resist,” She smiled cruelly, “We’ll be forced to use force. Oh, how I’d hate that!” She grinned viciously.

“You would, we’d knock you to the moon!” Ash promised.
Misty plucked her boyfriend off her shoulder and extended her hand towards James, he did likewise with Jessie. With the hands less than a foot away from each other it was easier for the two to talk.

“Still as smug as ever I see! Well this time we’re going to put you brats in your place! Hand over the electric rat or else!”

“Hah! You’ll never get your hands on pikachu! I released him ages ago!....... And even if he was here it’d be a cold day in hell before I ever handed him over to scum like you!”

“WHAT?!!?”

If the angry mob hadn’t gone chasing after Casey they would’ve witnessed quite a spectacle. The two hot tempered shrinkees continued to trade insults. James watched the fight sheepishly and slowly started to pull his hand back, “Don’t you dare! I’m not finished with the twerp yet, understand?!” Her heel came crashing down once more.

“Owwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes ma’am!” James hand shot out again.

“You brat, if you think I’m just going to leave empty handed-”

“My my, you certainly have some animated friends Ash!” Daisy giggled.

“Daisy…….. Where were you?!” It was only now that Misty realized the girl had been missing back when Casey nearly started a riot (luckily it only turned into a blood thirsty mob).

“Well I had some shrinkees from the SS Anne’s massage parlor in my knapsack. I couldn’t keep feeding them so I handed them over to some of those nice shrinkees rights activists!”

“Terrorists.” Misty corrected, “And what are you talking about?....... Are you telling me I ate toilet paper when you had perfectly good food stored away?!”

“I didn’t have any food, you and Casey sent me foraging, remember?” Daisy returned, indignant.

“Hey, hello, did you forget about me?!” Jessie shouted hoping up in down. She had very little effect.

Her partner grinned sheepishly, “Um, maybe we should just go. They don’t seem to have pikachu anymore anyway….. I say some nice lawn gnomes a few blocks that a way. Why don’t we go snatch them up?” James suggested.

“<sigh> I guess…. New lows, new lows.” Team Rocket left leaving the three friends to argue among themselves.
……………………………..
Casey had finally made it back to the hotel without being tarred and feathered. Daisy had volunteered to wait in the lobby to see if Casey showed up looking for them. After reuniting Misty had suggested they go looking for a living meal (the protesters had to be protesting something) but Casey didn’t have much of an appetite. They just ordered room service, all non living food like fresh fruit and pasta. It was a nice change of pace. They got double rooms. A door in the middle of the wall connected them to the adjacent room. Brad, Ash, and Daisy were in one watching a movie, Misty and Casey were finishing up their meal in another.

“I tell ya I barely got out of there alive…… No thanks to you guys.” Misty shrugged; she seriously doubted Casey would have risked life and limb if it had been Misty the mob had attacked.

“But I punched my way through. Damn they’re crazy. Shrinkees are our friends. They’re just like you and me!” Casey mocked in a high pitch voice.

Misty giggled, “Yeah, its such nonsense! Everyone knows shrinkees brains get addled during the process. They’re practically bug pokemon!” Misty had her doubts but if she just kept reassuring herself…….

“Well I don’t know about that. But I’m big and they’re small, and that’s all that really matters. It’s the food chain.” Casey argued, “I’d eat anything if it was small enough to cram down my throat.”

“………………”

“So, you ran in to Jessie and James eh? Can’t believe Jessie shrunk……… Women shrinkees are rare.” Misty nodded, “Say Mist….. I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

Misty frowned, she usually only let Ash call her Mist but she let it slide, “Sure, what do you need?”
“Could you jerk off Brad for me?”

Misty: “…………………………….”

Casey: “…………………………….”

“……………………………… No! Hell no! Are you insane?!” Misty screamed so loud she had no doubt the floor above her could hear every word, let alone the next room, “Why the hell would you even ask me that?! What, is this HIS idea?! Does that little pervert want me to pleasure him?! Ugh, I can’t believe I put that little freak in my panties, I feel dirty!”

“Misty keep it down!” Casey made hand motions trying to get the red head to shut up, “No he didn’t ask me…. but…… he’s lonely…… and you’re a woman!”

“So are you!” Misty growled, pointing a finger accusingly.

“That’s different he wouldn’t want ME doing it. At least…. I don’t think.” Casey confessed, “Brad really needs this, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. You’re not his type. A bit too flat chested, a bit too young, and you’ve sort of got a fugly face……. No offense. But I think if we get him really drunk-“ Casey didn’t finish, Misty had stormed out of the room and she’d been left wearing leftover rigatoni.

Casey cleaned herself up with a napkin as best she could. It seemed unlikely that Misty would jump on board, one because she was now completely devoted to Ash, and two she seemed to hate Brad’s guts. Still, Casey had to try. Now that Misty was clearly no longer an option she could either let it go or look elsewhere for a solution. Maybe she would go shopping for a female shrinkee. She could try to find someone Brad would like (which shouldn’t be too hard, as long as she didn’t have a penis inbetween her legs she’d probably meet Brad’s standards). There probably weren’t many blonde trophy girlfriends just waiting to be bought but Brad wasn’t too picky, especially once he got a little inebriated which used to be practically every night. She could find him someone. Of course it would only be a temporary thing. A shrinkee girlfriend would last a few weeks, maybe even a couple months, but Brad and Casey were forever. She didn’t like the thought of him growing too attached to a girl besides her. Not because she was jealous, though she was a little, it was more because the two of them were like family and she didn’t want some ditz to come between them. Casey would just have to eat her eventually and buy Brad a new squeeze. Casey licked her lips at the thought. Eating Brad’s girl….. That’d be a treat.

Later that night