Ash got a second to look up into Misty’s nostril. He’d never really looked at her nose, he always had much better parts of her to look at, but now that he really looked at it, he had to admit Misty had a cute nose. It was dainty, a very lady like nose, not to long or wide. It was a nose Ash could see himself giving a small kiss to when Misty was fast asleep. He had gotten a look at the outside, so now he might as well see what it’s like inside. Misty pinched one nostril shot and breathed in deeply from her nose. Ash was lifted off her palm, hovering in midair for only the briefest time and then he was pulled in headfirst. He easily passed the rim of her nose and entered her nasal cavity. Bristly pushed against him, leaving his legs kicking outside of Misty’s nostril. Misty breathed harder, glugging Ash fully into her nose. Ash’s tiny, naked body rubbed against the course hairs and slimy mucus of Misty’s nostril. It was completely dark as he went further up the redheads nose. His journey up Misty’s nose came to a halt as the walls grew thinners. A strange thought came to Ash that if he went any further he might be pulled into Misty’s brain. Of coarse it was a silly thought; the nasal cavity wasn’t even connected to the brain. Yet somehow, as he though of being deeper in Misty’s body, he found of all things an erection poking against the slimy walls of the nose.

“Great, I hope Misty doesn’t feel this or she’ll think I’m a real pervert,” Ash muttered as he tried to calm down his raging erection. Of all the places to get one it had to be in the enclosed nose of his girlfriend. This puberty thing was as much a joy as it was an embarrassment. I mean, who gets turned on from being sucked up a nose?

Probably, the same type of person that gets turned on from sucking someone up their nose.

Misty sat down on the bed, trying to wiggle her nose around, but only successfully shaking her upper lip. It felt so strange to have Ash in her nose, kinda ticklish. Yet, Misty couldn’t help but feel her whole body heat up at the very idea that Ash was in part of her face. She always got so turned on when Ash was near her colossal body, and that arousal only increased when he was inside her. Whether it was when he stuck part of his body in her pussy or just sat on her tongue, Misty always felt horny. It was like Ash’s touch was electric to her body, sending her hormones out of control. After experiencing the unimaginable pleasure of Ash wiggling around up her twat, she wondered why she didn’t start sticking him up there the same day he shrunk. Misty took a deep breath, savoring the tingling sensation in her nose. Her hand went into her shorts and she slipped her hands into her panties.

“God, at times like this I wish I could still use Shrinkee’s for masturbation,” Misty moaned as she self pleasured herself with her own fingers, a thing she hadn’t done since she found out Shrinkees could do it for her. Realizing what she’d said, she slapped her hands over her mouth. She had promised Ash that no Shrinkee would even come near her crotch, except for him. It was something she found hard to do, but with Ash willing to please her it was getting easier. Still, at times when Ash was preoccupied, she kind of missed having some luckless soul to torture with her body. It was something she’d never told Ash in fear of estranging the boy.

“Did you hear that?” Misty asked, having no idea how Ash could actually answer from inside her nose. A sudden tingling sensation came from Misty’s nose, followed by another one. Ash was trying to communicate with her.

“Do that once for yes, two for no,” Misty ordered, trying to come up with some kind of way communicate with her nostril swallowed boyfriend. No sudden tingling came, so Misty tried asking Ash a question.

“Can you hear me from in there?” One tingling sensation later Misty had her answer. Ash could hear her and had a way to respond back. That was both good and bad because that means he heard Misty’s careless comment. Lying back in the bed, Misty rubbed her temples and wondered what she could say. She had basically blurted out to Ash that she wanted to screw tiny men, how do you explain that.

“Ash, I’m sorry I said that. I wasn’t thinking clearly. You know how much a care about you and never want to hurt you, not ever. But I sometimes get these urges you can’t fill, it’s not because you’re not a man. Trust me, your more then enough of a man for me.” Misty licked her lips, remembering all the mind-blowing orgasms Ash’s tiny body had given her over the weeks they had been dating. She had never come so hard in her whole life until she had been with Ash. But she couldn’t lie, as amazing as it was, there was a small thing missing that she wanted.

“You do make me feel great in bed, Ash, but you can’t offer me one thing, death and pain. With you, I’m happy, but also careful. I can never hurt you, not ever. But with normal Shrinkees, I can go wild, grinding them against my body and trapping them deep inside me where they suffocate. It’s so much fun to feel them wiggle for a last time. With you and can never do that, and in all truthfulness, I miss the rush of killing. I wish you could understand.”

Misty closed her eyes, feeling like complete scum right now. She had told her loving, sweet boyfriend that she missed killing tiny men while she pleasured herself. He’d never forgive her for this. At least, that’s what she though before she felt the tingling in her nose.

“What? You understand?” Misty didn’t believe it until she felt another tingle in her nose. Smiling, she asked Ash more questions.

“You don’t think I’m scum because of this, getting pleasure out of other peoples misery?” Another tingle caused Misty to sigh.

“You still care for me, even after finding out that I want to kill?” The tingle this time was a big one. However Ash was communicating, he was doing it harder to answer Misty’s last question.

“But how can you care about me? I’m a monster.” This time, two tingles in her nose. Ash was telling her no, he didn’t think she was a monster.

Misty was dumbfounded. She couldn’t understand why Ash still cared about her after finding out that she wanted to kill. Then she thought about it. She lied in bed; thinking how a person could find out the other person did terrible things and not think badly of them. Misty could come up with one answer for that. It was unimaginable, impossible, utter hogwash, but she asked Ash anyway.

“Do you care about me because you love me?”

The tingle sensation hit Misty’s nose right away.

Tears welled up in Misty’s eyes. Ash loved her. She always knew he cared, but never that he really loved her. She had never known what to call their relationship. Were they just friends with benefits, was it just an infatuation because they were together all the time, or were they just two kids trying to learn about love. Misty knew what they were, not just boyfriend and girlfriend now, but lovers. Misty had never really thought anyone could love her for her. All three of her sisters had told her no boy would ever love a tomboy. But Ash loved her and just as he loved her, she loved him right back.

“I love you too, Ash Ketchum!”

In complete darkness, Ash let his own tears fall at what had happened. He had told Misty he loved her. Those tingles Misty felt were his kicks against the inside of her nose. The courage to tell her to her face had never come to him, but trapped in the girl’s nose and asked a question, he answered truthfully. It was like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He heard Misty’s reply and felt even better. She loved him too. How this had come about had been so ridicules. Misty had done something on pure impulse, suck him up her nose for fun, and out of this strange impulse had come a declaration of love from both of them. Right now, Ash just wanted to see his tomboy girlfriends face.

Misty felt the same thing and she wiped the tears running down her face away. She wanted to see her snot-covered boyfriend too. She wanted to hold him, kiss him and tell him over and over that she loved him too. Pressing the nostril opposite of Ash down, she blew hard, but only snot came out. She tried again, this time harder, but snot came drooling out of her nose again.

“Oh crap.”

All her crying had filled her sinuses up with wet, sticky mucus, blocking Ash’s way out. Her runny nose was keeping Ash from leaving her nasal cavity. Nearly screaming at her own body functions, Misty slapped her forehead. She was so stupid, stupid, stupid. Ash was safe deep in her nose, but the only way out was obstructed by snot. It was too sticky and thick for him to get out and it was all Misty’s fault. As she screamed at herself in her head, someone knocked on the door.