When you’re trying to convince a dear old friend that the woman you love isn’t a horrible person, it can be pretty hard if you enter a room and see said love of your life clutching a tiny naked man between her two lips. Misty was standing on top of the bed, Brad’s legs kicking helplessly from between her two large lips. Casey was growling at Misty, looking like any second now she was going to scream something incoherent at the tomboy. Normally, Casey would of just tackled Misty and taken Brad by force, but with Misty’s teeth hovering so close to the shrinkees waistline, Casey couldn’t chance Misty biting down and cutting Brad in half. Left with no other action, Casey could only growl and glare daggers at Misty, wishing for someone to help Brad. Her wish was granted in the form of a very not amused Ash.

“Misty, spit him out.”

Listening immediately, a very wet Brad was released from Misty’s lips and fell directly into her waiting palm. Gasping, Brad wiped Misty’s saliva from his face, trying to forget how horrid it was staring directly into Misty’s maw. One second he was laughing it up with Casey and the next he was looking strait into Misty’s mouth. She had suspended him halfway in her mouth, batting at him with her huge wet tongue, while he stared at her gullet, open and waiting to accept him. Misty’s mouth was a horrifying site, unless you know for certain that she’d never swallow you, like Ash did.

While Brad counted his blessings, Misty looked at a very disappointed boyfriend. “Sorry Ash, but he called you cheap.”

“And you tried to eat him!” Casey cried out, fuming at what Misty had done. She knew that Casey cared about Brad and would do anything to protect him, but had still toyed with him like any other shrinkee. How would she of liked it if Casey had snatched Ash up and put him in her mouth?

“I wasn’t going to eat him,” Misty truthfully said, then quietly added, “I would of regurgitate him after awhile.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Casey hollered. Misty could treat other shrinkees anyway she wanted, but she knew that Brad was off limits. There were so many shrinkees out there, perfect for toying with, why did she have to pick on Brad? Sure, he had a big mouth that got him into more then a few scraps, but he was just fooling around, just like Ash. If Misty could see past her own narrow-mindedness and understood that some shrinkees deserved a little humanitarian effort, people like Daisy wouldn’t have a problem with her relationship with Ash.

“Simply horrid,” Daisy stated. How could it be that Ash couldn’t see that Misty was like all those other women out there that used and tossed away shrinkees. Misty had no conscience when it came to shrinkees, even the ones she spent time with. After seeing the horrors inflicted upon shrinkees outside of Pallet Town, Daisy was even more concerned for all shrinkees welfare, especially Ashs. She was going to make sure he was safe, even if it meant separating him from his ‘girlfriend’.

“What?” Misty cried. She couldn’t see what she had done wrong, she wasn’t going to kill Brad, only terrorize him. It wasn’t as if he was a real person or something.

“Forget it,” Ash sighed, seeing that he was going to have to be the mediator in all this. Why was it that he, the tiny and easily crushed member of the group, always had to be the one taking charge of the situation? “Misty, give Brad back to Casey. Brad, don’t call me cheap. Casey, let Jessie out of that drawer. Daisy, lighten up and give me back to Misty. And everyone, try not to kill each other, we still have a long way to go before we reach our final destination."

Everyone halfhearted followed Ash’s orders. Misty handed Brad back to Casey, who without delay checked him over for any injuries. If Misty had bitten down on him, even a little bit, Casey was willing to unleash Hell on the other girl. Seeing that he was only wet and that the shock of being forced halfway into Misty’s mouth was passing, Casey got Jessie out of the drawer. She placed the frazzled redheaded shrinkee on top of the dresser with Brad. Jessie looked worse for wear and had a particular funk from spending all night next to Casey’s panties that made Casey grimace. Smell or no smell, as soon as Jessie was placed on the dresser, she ran up to Brad hugging him and thanking God she was free of that humid, stank drawer. Brad returned the hug, not bother by her smell after facing worse after spending time around Casey’s huge body. He held her close and told her he’d take care of her, much to Casey’s chagrin.

Daisy gave one last look at Ash, pleading with him not to go back to Misty. All it would take is one accident while they were fooling around and ash’s poor body would be shattered. Seeing that Ash wasn’t going to budge, she handed him to Misty, vowing to watch him until she was sure he was safe.

“What did she say about me?” Misty asked eagerly, clutching Ash in her hand possessively. She had only parted with him for a few minutes, but after being near him nearly every waking hour of the past few months, it felt like hours to Misty. Ash grinned up at Misty and winked.

“She tried to convince me to become the first shrinkee Catholic priest and take a vow of celibacy.” Misty rolled her eyes, knowing that the first part was a joke, but the last part was probably true. She brought Ash to her mouth, giving him a small peck that nearly smothered him in her large lips. Ash leaned into the kiss the best he could, pressing his own tiny mouth against one of the wrinkles in Misty’s puckered lips.

Before pulling him away from her lips, Misty whispered, “She really needs to get laid. Maybe then she won’t be such a prude.”

Ash made no comment because Misty was probably right. Daisy may have been the oldest full sized member of their group, but she had to be the least sexual active one among them. Now that he thought about it, growing up, he’d never seen her go on one date ever. It was very possible that Daisy might have never kissed a boy at all. Thinking about how lonely Daisy was made Ash happy to have Misty, and he wanted to show her his love by taking her out on their first official date.

“I hope you’re hungry Misty because I know just the place we can go tonight,” Ash said to Misty with a big grin. Tonight was going to be a magical night for the both of them. They’d sit at a table, alone, no Casey making jokes, no Daisy butting in, and for just that night they wouldn’t be a shrinkee and a girl, they’d be a couple.