Casey and Misty continued their animated discussion on Jessie’s sex life. The talk and jokes continued, despite Brad’s protests, until Daisy stepped out of her room in a pair of big floppy Nidoran slippers and a pink robe, “What is it you two are talking about?” She asked sharply. The kind of talk she’d been hearing from her room wasn’t suited for the breakfast table, let alone anywhere else.

“Just a new shrinkee Misty picked up last night. She’ll be traveling with us for a while until she’s outlived her usefulness.” Casey explained without a hint of pity in her voice. It still shocked Daisy how some young girls could be so distant and cruel towards their fellow human beings. They were just a commodity to them. Something to be used as food, sex toys, tampons, jewelry, whatever they could think of. Sure they had lots of uses to girls but they were still viewed as little more than an object, property that could be disposed of and replaced in a matter of minutes. After her time with she’d come to realize their prejudices. Misty seemed to view them as deficient mentally, just a shell of their former selves, or so she claimed. After spending time with her Daisy had to question how much Ash’s girlfriend really believed that or if it might just be an excuse to do what she did. The chemical that had accidentally been released into the air was designed merely to shrink pokemon outside of a ball, and though it had an unintended effect on humans there was absolutely no reason to believe it made them less capable. After her many interactions with shrinkees, though probably very brief, she had to have realized the truth. She probably just didn’t want to admit it to herself. Casey, on the other hand, didn’t seem to believe shrinkees were reduced mentally. That just made her cruelty to her shrunken kind all the more deplorable. They were physically weaker and smaller than her, therefore expendable. A few rungs down on the food chain. Her disregard for sentient life was painful to watch.

“Why do you two insist on tormenting your shrinkees? Hasn’t this girl already been through enough pain and anguish?” She chastised.

The answer was ‘no’ for both girls. Misty was very fed up with team rocket and their constant attempts to snatch up pikachu. She despised Team Rocket and was thrilled that she finally had a chance to chomp Jessie. If the persistent big breasted bimbo had kept things up before shrinking Misty might have snapped. Jessie was such an unbelievable pain in the ass she might have tried eating her when she was full sized…… Not really, but Jessie rubbed her the wrong way.

Casey wasn’t too fond of her either. Jessie and James had once tried to trick her back when she’d first met Ash telling her he’d cheated by using his Charizard against her Chikorita. She’d been deceived but not for long, the truth came out. She quickly became friends with Ash. He was a stronger trainer, determined, friendly, and he had a Charizard like Brad. Casey had always been fond of the powerful flying dragons, especially after Brad had given her a ride through the sky on one. All these qualities were plusses in Casey’s eyes which was why it didn’t take too long for a friendship to form and why she didn’t swallow him at the hotel restaurant after discovering he’d become a shrinkee.

Though the Rockets really hadn’t bothered her much since then she still disliked them for tricking her. That and now Jessie was trying to manipulate Brad. When Casey picked her up she’d just considered her a sex toy, like any number of human dildos she’d experimented with, only that she’d be Brad’s sex toy. She’d sort of assumed he’d look at her the same way. Alas though, she wasn’t just some outlet for built up sexual energy, Brad seemed genuinely attracted to her. And Jessie didn’t seem to be the obedient stoic quite type, she actually reminded Casey of a lot of Brad’s old ex girlfriends. That was a bad thing in her eyes. Though he considered himself her big brother, and though he’d never done any spelunking into her, Casey was still very possessive of him and jealous of other girls who took up his time. Not simply because he had sex with them but because he had affection for them, affection that she, for some partially selfish reason, wanted to monopolize.

Brad meant a great deal to the girl, more than anyone else. For years he’d been the center of her world, he still was to some extent, so it was only natural she wanted to be the center of his. Casey usually didn’t care what people thought about her. She was tough, rude, crude, and she often trampled on other peoples feelings. But she cared what Brad thought of her. She liked when Brad praised her or complimented her. She liked when he teased her and helped her practice her game. She liked it when he took her places despite the electabuzz’s busy schedule. She liked traveling on the road with him, sometimes sleeping in his hotel room next to him when he didn’t have some damn slut accompanying him. She never really knew her father and her mother was quite distant so Brad had always been a very important male role model. She had other friends among the Electabuzz but none really compared. Even though she was better at pitching she’d considered trying to become a 3rd baseman and follow in his foot steps. Casey now considered herself his ‘biggest’ fan though the truth was she was probably his only remaining fan. She loved him, in mostly a platonic way, so wanted him happy….. but she also didn’t want some evil little skank to steal him away from her.

“Jessie deserves whatever she gets. In fact, whatever she gets is too good for her.” Misty sniffed.

“Yeah!” Casey agreed a bit too loudly.

“Casey?” Brad looked up at his giant friend confused. It had been her idea to find him a mini lover. But when she’d walked in on the two yesterday the room had grown tense. She’d shoved the girl in a drawer so that the two of them would have the bed to themselves. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through the young girls mind and why she seemed so cold towards Jessie. Though Brad was pretty smart and pretty savvy he was a bit ignorant in the ways of women. He couldn’t tell when they were using them and, in Casey’s case, he couldn’t tell what was aggravating them.

Daisy didn’t respond; the girls were too set in their ways. There was one thing though that she had to put a stop to. Breakfast remained a fairly silent meal. Misty hand fed Ash tiny strips of melon while smiling at him bashfully. Most mornings after they’d had a little bedroom fun Misty would wind up in a sort of daze where all she could do was ogle her boyfriend and smile goofily at him. Ash always found it quite amusing and cute. If he waved at her half heartedly from her plate she’d wave back excitedly nearly dropping her utensils, if he leaned in towards her slightly Misty would bend down greedily seeking a kiss, when he gave her a smile she would look as if she might faint and a content dreamy look would spread across her face.

“Let’s take something back to Jessie.” Brad suggested at the end of their meal.

“Now we have to feed her? Ugh, this is more work than I expected.” Casey complained.

“Well what the hell is she supposed to eat?” Brad complained.

“I put her in a drawer with some underwear. I figured she could lick off some of the residue on my panties.” Casey replied carelessly.

“You stuck her WHERE?! Damn it Casey, she’s a human being! That’s cruel even for you.”

Casey slid off her chair and stood up to her full height towering over Brad. It wasn’t meant to intimidate him, it was meant to prove a point, “I’m a human, she’s a shrinkee. She’s just lucky she isn’t dead yet.” Casey scratched her crotch, “This is more than good enough for her.”

“…….. Casey please. Can’t we give her some eggs and toast?.... Please Casey.”

The giant girl sighed, “….. All right fine. You’re making me soft Brad.”

“Thanks Casey, you’re the best.” He smiled all but forgetting Jessie had spent the last 10 hours in a pitch dark chamber with nothing but Casey’s used panties to keep her company. He didn’t even bother mentioning James who’d been stored away god knows where on (or most likely in) Casey’s body. She scooped him up and set him on her shoulder. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Casey enjoyed the attention but she wasn’t the type to let it show. Picking up her plate she went back to her bedroom.

Seeing that Casey was leaving Daisy thought it was a good time to voice her concerns. Last night Ash and Misty had……… Daisy thought back to the days she’d spent babysitting her cute little Ash and it made her sick to her stomach. How irresponsible was Misty to risk Ash’s life for a few seconds of fleeting pleasure?

Daisy was a bit in the dark. She didn’t know it had been Ash who’d aggressively sought an intimate relationship. She didn’t realize that Misty had treated him more like fragile glass than a boyfriend and that, even now, she was the more cautious of the two. She also didn’t know that the pleasure lasted more than a few seconds…. But that was probably a detail she wouldn’t regret not knowing.

“Ash, Misty, I need to talk to you about last night.”

At the mention of last night Misty got a big dopey smile on her face and batted her eyes. She stared transfixed at Ash. He tried not to snicker. He considered waving to see Misty’s enthusiastic and hilarious reaction but Daisy sounded pretty serious. He turned away from his girlfriend to look at her, “Sure Daisy, what’s up?”

“I’d like to talk about your safety and how Misty’s been handling you.” Daisy said thickly.

‘Uh oh’, Ash thought, ‘maybe we were a bit too loud last night.’

Misty snapped out of it and sat up a bit straighter, “Um, huh?”

“I’d like to talk about how you treat Ash.” Daisy continued.