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With the Team Rocket menace looming, the police wasted no time in spiriting Ash, Misty, and Brock away from Pallet Town. Having finalized their plans, they paid another visit to Ash's house early the next morning. After giving them the promised satellite phone, the detective from Viridian City informed them of their itinerary. Tangle Town, a nearby town on the coast to the south, had an airport with direct blimp flights to several locales in the Orange Islands, including Valencia Island. They would take one such flight, due to depart late that afternoon, under assumed identities, and then travel to Professor Ivy's lab for briefing and to meet with their protector.
Even before their departure, however, the plan had to be modified from what the detective had hoped. He'd hoped they'd be able to travel to Tangle Town on foot (it was only a few hours' walk from Pallet Town), but Misty's and Brock's injuries made this impossible. Improvising, the detective called dispatch for a ghost car to transport them.
After the car had arrived, they all had a tear-filled goodbye with Ash's mom, in which she implored them all to stay safe. The first stop was Professor Oak's lab, where they picked up their Pokémon. Some had to be left behind; Muk would only recover from its injuries around the time Ash was due back in Kanto, Psyduck would be a strain on the group's mobility and low profile due to its special needs, and Pidgeot stayed for extra protection for the Ketchum residence (and Pallet Town in general). However, Ash retrieved Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charizard, Misty did the same with Goldeen, Horsea, and Omanyte, and Brock picked up Geodude and Zubat.
Finally, the car took Ash, Misty, and Brock to Tangle Town, a bustling port town on the small, triangular peninsula that framed a small harbor. The driver pulled over on a street a block away from the main one to let them out. After the three trainers had thanked him and he'd tipped his hat in return, the car sped off.
"This looks like a cool town," said Misty. "I wish we could stay here longer."
"But why's it called Tangle Town anyway?" asked Ash.
"Because of a certain Pokémon that lives around here," said Brock. "This area has the largest Tangela population in all of Kanto."
"How the fuck do you know so much?" asked Misty in amazement.
"I read," said Brock simply. "Anyway, let's get started. There's a few things we need to get before our flight leaves. Normally, I'd get it all myself, but with my ribs, it'd be too much. So I divided the list up between all three of us. Here -" he dug into his bag, and winced from the pain in his chest. "Ouch..." he said, standing up straight again and rubbing his bruised rib cage. "Hey, Ash... can you please hold this for me?"
"Oh... sure," said Ash, stepping forward and taking the bag from Brock.
As soon as Ash had held the bag up tho the height of his collarbone, Brock started digging through it again. "Where did I put it?" he asked himself as he looked. "Here!" he said after a few seconds, pulling out several pieces of paper. "But... I don't remember ever putting this in my bag."
"Putting... what in your bag?" asked Ash.
"This," said Brock, holding up his hand as he shifted their shopping list to his other one. Ash could see that Brock was holding a cassette tape much smaller than the ones on which he would play music back home. "I don't know where this came from," said Brock. "And -" he turned it around "- nothing's written on it, so I don't know what's on it."
"It must be from Team Rocket!" said Misty. "Hand it in to the cops!"
"We can't do that," said Brock, "especially not since we're still in Kanto. Remember what the detective said? But... I'll see if I can find a tape player that can play this, and we'll see if it's worth keeping. But now... our shopping." Putting the cassette tape back in his bag, he separated the three papers in his other hand. He handed one each to Ash and Misty, keeping the last one for himself. "I divided the list based on what stores we'd be able to find in a given area. So I'll take the harbor area. Ash, you do the main street, and Misty, you take the outskirts of the town. We'll meet in front of the airport in three hours. Sound good?"
"Uh-huh," said Ash.
"Yes!" said Misty.
***
"Hey... guys..." said Ash, coming to a stop from his run in front of Misty and Brock. "I'm... here.... Ready... to... go...."
"Ash," said Brock, his voice betraying agitation, "you're half an hour late! What took you so long?"
"I just... didn't know... what stores... to get... all this... stuff in..." Ash panted.
"What did you have to get?" asked Misty curiously. Ash offered her his list, and she took it. "Dumbass," she said. "I could've found all this shit in half an hour."
Ash opened his mouth to respond, but Brock said, "So now that we're all here, let's get on board."
The three of them got in line, where they waited for close to an hour. Ash kept looking around nervously, half-expecting some Team Rocket member to jump out at him. But the wait was uneventful until the the ticket taker called them forward: "Next!"
"Three, please," said Brock, handing all of their tickets to the man.
"Aright," said the ticket taker slowly, looking over their tickets. At a squeak from Pikachu, he looked at Ash's feet. "Young man," he said to Ash, "that's your Pikachu, right?"
"Yeah," said Ash. "Why?"
"Could you please put it back in its Pokéball for the trip?"
"Uhhh... I can't, sorry. Pikachu hates being in its Pokéball."
"In that case, give it a sedative. You can buy them at our on-board store. You'll see it as soon as you walk inside." Ash exhaled heavily, and the ticket taker said, "it's not very strong. It's not gonna knock Pikachu out, just relax it."
"Okay," said Ash.
"In that case," said the ticket taker, handing Brock three card keys, "have a nice flight."
"Thanks!" said Misty and Brock together. With Ash helping Brock with his bag, they all walked up the ramp onto the blimp.
"Whoa!" said Ash as he took in the inside of the blimp. "Check it out!" He, Misty, and Brock were inside a small entrance hall, with the store the ticket taker had mentioned on one side and the dining hall on the other. The floors were covered in black carpet with ornate designs resembling vines, and gold-colored trimmings separated the walls from the ceiling and floor.
"I know!" said Misty. "I could get used to traveling like this!"
"I'm gonna find our cabin and lay down a little," said Brock. "My ribs are killing me. Ash, you should probably get the sedative for Pikachu, but then, the two of you can do whatever you want."
"Okay," said Ash.
"Have a nice rest, Brock," said Misty.
"Thanks," said Brock, walking away.
Misty turned back to Ash. "Hey, Ash?" she asked. "After you get that medicine, you wanna explore this place?"
"You bet!" said Ash excitedly. "Wait up for me, okay?"
***
"Damn!" said Misty as she walked back into the entrance hall, having walked the whole way around. "It's nice all over this blimp!"
"You said it!" said Ash. "It's like we're back at that hotel in the Seafoam Islands!"
"Definitely. Hey... Ash? I need to go to the bathroom." Misty winked.
"Okay. You want me to wait for you?"
"No, dumbass. I want you to come WITH me."
"But... I can't go in the girls' room!"
"Come ON, Ash. Don't make me fucking drag you. It's gonna hurt my head and make a damn scene." Misty started walking toward the pair of doors with signs indicating men's and ladies' rooms.
Ash jogged after Misty. "But... how are we..." he stammered.
Ash caught up with Misty just as she reached the women's room. She poked her head inside for a second, and she was smiling when she brought it back out. "Bingo," she said. "Now, when I tell you, go in."
"But -" Ash began to protest.
"Just do it!" Misty snapped, cutting him off. Her eyes moved back and forth, taking in the whole entrance hall. "Okay, go," she said. His heart pounding, Ash went into the bathroom. Before he could take in his surroundings, Misty came in after him and closed the door. "See?" she asked. "Told you."
Ash looked around as Misty locked the door. They were in a room with a single toilet and sink, designed for one person to use at a time. "Just this..." he said, "for all these people?"
"Hey," said Misty, "it's better than on most planes. They can hold the same number of people as this thing, and there's only one bathroom even smaller than this for guys AND girls."
"What do you know about planes?" Ash retorted.
"Well... I never really flew anywhere," Misty admitted. "But that's not really the point." She touched Ash's crotch and rubbed gently. "This is."
"You really wanna do this now?" asked Ash. "Like... with your head?"
"Of course," said Misty, her voice turning husky. "How the fuck do I know what's safe to do if I don't do anything? Just don't touch me anywhere around my head. And be gentle."
Simultaneously, Ash felt his penis harden and his resolve melt away. "You got it," he said, his voice more like a growl. He put his hands under Misty's shirt, running them up and down her torso.
"Here," said Misty, raising her arms. "Take it off. Just watch my head." Carefully, Ash lifted her shirt, moving it as slowly as he could around her head. As soon as he'd cleared it, he removed it from her arms in one swift motion. He lowered his arms again, but Misty was faster. She seized the hem of his shirt, lifting it off his torso by the time he'd lowered his arms halfway. Ash lifted his arms again, allowing her to take his shirt completely off. "There," said Misty.
"Time for your bra," said Ash, reaching around Misty's torso. Quickly, he unclasped it and slipped it off her arms. Looking at her now-unclothed chest, he saw deep recesses where the undergarment had pressed into her flesh. Misty had told him that it wouldn't be long before she'd need a new bra, and Ash could see that she'd been right.
Ash raised his hands to Misty's breasts, giving each one a slow rub and a gentle squeeze. "Mmmmm..." Misty moaned. "Oh yes.... Uhhhhhh.... Rub my tits.... Ohhhhh.... Just like that...." Avoiding the painful-looking creases made by her bra, Ash kept his focus toward the middle of each soft mound. He gave the nipples extra attention, rolling them between all of the digits on his hands. He wanted to kiss her, but with her head still recovering from her concussion, he didn't dare.
Bending down a little, Ash decided to compromise. If he couldn't kiss her lips, maybe he could kiss somewhere that was a little more sensitive. He placed his lips gently on one of her breasts, his tongue dancing over the nipple as if he was making out with it. "Ohhhhh shit..." Misty moaned softly. "I like it when... ohhhhh... you suck my tits. Ahhhhh.... Lemme feel that mouth.... Mmmmmm.... Work that fucking tongue...." Even without feeling between her legs, Ash could tell that her temperature was rising. After a few minutes, he decided to go downstairs. He knelt down on the floor and unbuttoned Misty's shorts.
"Hold on a sec," panted Misty.
"What's up?" asked Ash. "You don't want your pussy licked?"
"I do, but..." said Misty. Not finishing her sentence, she looked around the small room. Walking over to the toilet, she closed the lid and sat down. "There," she said. "Now you can keep going."
Ash knelt down in front of Misty, unzipping her shorts and pulling them down, with the redhead girl hoisting herself up slightly. He took care of her panties next. With everything she was wearing on the bottom now around her ankles, Ash looked up at her face. "You want your pussy licked?" he asked.
"YES, Ash," said Misty impatiently. "I want my fucking pussy licked."
"Tell me how much you want it," said Ash.
"I really fucking want my pussy licked," said Misty, a pleading note in her voice. "I want your tongue on my pussy so bad. Give it to me, Ash!" Ash had intended to tell her to beg, but hearing her tone of voice, he didn't. He moved his head closer. Misty spread her legs, inviting him in.
"Ohhhhh shit..." said Misty, her body giving a shudder as Ash kissed her clit, his tongue dancing around it as it had danced around her nipple before. "Ohhhhh yes.... Lick my clit...." Misty gave a less intelligible moan as Ash gave a long, slow lick to her slit, stopping at the stub of flesh at the top again. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it. "Ohhhhhh fuck!" cried Misty. "Ohhhhh fuck, I like that.... Ahhhhh.... That's it.... Mmmmm.... Lick my... ohhhhh... fucking... shiiiit... pussy.... Uhhhhh.... Just like that...." Ash kept going, switching up the movements of his mouth and tongue. He tried zigzag and figure eight licks, and even thrusting his tongue down Misty's vaginal opening. The redhead girl seemed to like this, especially when he flicked his tongue inside her tunnel and shook his head back and forth, brushing his nose repeatedly against her clit.
"Ohhhhhh fuck..." Misty finally cried. "I can't... ahhhhhhh... take it... mmmmm... anymore.... Uhhhhhhh.... I need... mmmmmm... your cock... ahhhhh... in my... ohhhhhh... pussy." Standing up, Ash shed his pants and boxer as quickly as he could. "Hurry," begged Misty. "Please. I need you to fuck me."
Ash leaned over the toilet, one hand on either side of Misty's torso, until he felt the heat from between her legs wash over his member. "Tell me how much you fucking want it," he growled.
"I want it so fucking bad," said Misty. "I can't do anything else until you fuck me."
"That's what the fuck I thought," said Ash, moving in closer. He felt his penis bump against the inside of Misty's thigh. Impatiently, the redhead girl grabbed the organ, directing it toward her vagina. Ash winced slightly, then moved forward again.
"Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck!" cried Misty as her vagina engulfed Ash's incoming member. Ohhhhh fuuuuuck! That's it...! Uhhhhhhh.... Fuck me.... Mmmmmmm.... I want it... ahhhhhh... so bad...." Ash thrust his hips until his penis was all the way inside, and used this speed as his pace. He looked down at Misty's face, seeing that her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Careful not to let her head move too much, he started swiveling his hips as he moved back and forth.
Before long, Misty started moving her hips to meet Ash's. Ash was grateful, especially as she managed to keep her head stationary the whole time. Their hips were now dancing just like their tongues had. This was a dance over joined bodies, which rubbed against each other in the most joyful of ways. It was a challenge for Ash not to turn the dance rough, but he met it. It was comforting to know that even when in hiding from dangerous criminals, they could still do this.
But Ash began to tire of it before long. He wanted to do more - speed up, perhaps - but he also didn't want to hurt Misty. "Misty?" he asked, his voice raspy.
"What?" asked Misty between moans.
"I wanna... go faster," Ash groaned. "But I dunno..."
"Ohhhhhh shit... stop for... mmmm... a second," said Misty. Reluctantly, Ash stopped his hip thrust. "Whew," said Misty, apparently out of breath. "Let's do... something a little... different. Let me... sit up a little." Ash nodded and helped Misty sit up straighter, though his penis came out of her tunnel with a frustrating plop. "Now you... sit on the lid... too," said Misty.
Ash spread his legs just like Misty was doing, and sat down facing her with a leg on either side of the toilet. "Like this?" he asked.
"Yes..." panted Misty. "Just like that." She hoisted herself up and Ash slid underneath her, his member pointing between her legs. Misty slowly lowered herself, and Ash pointed his penis directly at her vaginal opening.
"Ohhhhhhhh yeeeeessss," moaned Misty as her vagina enveloped Ash's member. "Uuuuuuhhhhhh...." As Ash felt the entire shaft disappear up her tunnel, his heart fell as he realized what Misty had set up. This was one of the positions he hated, where they would move very little, even with their hips. But he understood the circumstances, and he would do Misty this favor. He gyrated his hips as much as he could while straddling the toilet. Misty gyrated her own hips as well, setting in irregular pace.
Eventually, as he struggled to keep up with the circles Misty was making with her hips, he realized that Misty hadn't failed to set a rhythm at all. She'd simply been speeding up with every rotation. Now, at this high speed, Ash was having trouble keeping up. Misty was jerking, shuddering, and twitching with greater and greater frequency. She was close to the edge, and Ash had his doubts that he'd get to the same place soon enough.
With a loud scream, Misty came, shuddering, her internal muscles squeezing Ash's penis over and over. In seconds, Ash found that his doubts had been unfounded; the wave of pleasure crashed over him with full force. He pressed his body against Misty's, his pelvis thrashing around against hers.
But just as Ash was wishing the moment would last forever, it passed. Only his sitting position kept him from falling over. Satisfied, he held Misty close.
"Owww..." said Misty softly in Ash's ear.
With energy he hadn't known he had, Ash snapped his head back to look at Misty. The redhead girl had her eyes closed in pain. "Misty?" he said. "You okay?"
"Yeah..." gasped Misty. "Oh shit.... I just... got a... headache... when I... came... again."
"You... need... anything?" Ash asked.
"No," groaned Misty, starting to get to her feet. As soon as she was standing again, however, she gave another cry of pain.
"Misty!" exclaimed Ash.
"Yes..." said Misty. "Help me... get... my clothes...."
"You sure... you wanna... get up now?" panted Ash.
"We... have to..." said Misty. "We need... to get... out of... here." She tried to bring one leg over the toilet bowl and slipped.
"Shit!" said Ash, catching Misty before she fell. He held her up as she did what she'd intended before. "Just... sit down... right now..." he said. "I'll get... your clothes."
***
After Ash had gotten dressed and helped Misty do the same, the two of them exited the bathroom. Misty poked her head through the door, and had Ash go out first once she was sure the coast was clear. Then, Misty herself slipped out of the bathroom at her leisure.
Looking at Misty's unsteady walking as they went, Ash said, "You're gonna lie down when we get to our room, right?"
"Yeah..." said Misty, looking dizzy. "I didn't know this could fucking happen."
Ash stopped, looking down the hallway to the rooms in both directions. "Where IS our room anyway?" he asked.
"Get your card key out," said Misty. "I think it... has the number on it."
Ash took out his card key and saw a "5" written on it. Then, he looked at the signs giving directions. "This way," he said, walking to the right. As Misty followed him, he made sure to keep a close eye on her. He was always afraid she'd fall, and it was a relief when they'd traversed the few dozen feet to their room. "Come here," he said. "This is it." He swiped the card key to open the door.
Brock was sitting on the double bed that took up most of the room, a tape player beside him. "Great," said Misty, stumbling over to the bed and sitting down. "You found a player for that thing. What's on it?"
Brock looked away without saying anything. "Brock?" said Ash. "What's eating you?"
Then, Ash heard Misty's voice come out of the tape player, saying, "Big fucking deal. You think you're the only one who's had a fuck while you're staying in one of these places?"
Ash felt his heart stop and his insides freeze. He and Misty had gone to great lengths to conceal their escapades from Brock, but here were their voices, on tape for him to listen to and leaving no ambiguity as to what they'd been doing at the time of the recording. "Brock..." said Ash, not sure what he'd say next.
Suddenly, Ash heard a noise from the other end of the bed. Misty had jumped off the bed, and was now running to the door. She yanked it open, bumping her shoulder on the frame as she left the room. "Misty!" said Ash, running after her.