I tore through the underbrush, my mind a fucking whirlwind. I'd just fucked a bird, for Christ's sake. I felt a weird mix of shock, guilt, and—goddamnit—a hint of satisfaction.
What the actual fuck, man? You just boned a Pidgeot. This better not awaken some fucked-up furry fetish.
I burst out of the forest into a clearing, spotting Misty not far off.
"Hey, are you okay?" Misty called out, her voice laced with concern. She was scanning me like she expected to see a fucking Pidgeot-sized hole in my chest.
I slapped on a casual smile, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I'm fucking peachy."
Misty squinted at me, not entirely convinced. "The Pidgeot?"
I rubbed the back of my neck, thinking fast. "Ran off after I kicked its feathery ass."
Kicked its ass with my dick, that is.
Misty eyed me for a moment, then sighed. "Why the fuck was it attacking us in the first place?"
Just then, a familiar squawk echoed above. We looked up to see a Pidgeotto circling, looking confused as shit.
Shit, that's the kid. Sorry, buddy. I fucked and chucked your mom.
I turned back to Misty, shrugging. "Birds, man. They're fucking nuts."
Misty stared at me, then jabbed a finger into my chest. "And you, mister. I am not fucking flying you again!"
I feigned confusion. "What happened?"
Misty's glare could've melted steel. Her arms crossed over her chest, she snapped, "What happened?! You're seriously asking me that? You pulled off some insane aerial shit, and I puked my guts out for five minutes straight!"
Looking at her pale face and teary eyes, I couldn't help but wince. Fuck, she's really pissed. And grossed out. Shit, man, you're an asshole.
"Shit, Misty, I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I didn't mean to make you hurl your lunch out there."
She huffed, clearly not amused. "You're a fucking dick, you know that?"
Yeah, I do. And so does that Pidgeot. I kept that thought to myself, though. No need to make things even more fucked up than they already were.
I sighed, feeling like a genuine asshole. "I'm sorry, Misty. I didn't mean to make you puke. But hey," I tried to lighten the mood, "at least it was a memorable experience, right?"
Misty shot daggers at me with her eyes, her face still pale. "You're not fucking funny," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "And there's no way in hell I'm flying with you again."
I realized I needed to change my approach. I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her gently towards me. "I'm really sorry, Misty," I said, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me."
Misty blushed slightly but wasn't ready to let me off the hook just yet. "I'm not forgiving you that easily," she said, half-heartedly pushing me away. "You're just a reckless, irresponsible... jerk!"
I cupped her face in my hands, my eyes locked onto hers. I could see a hint of color returning to her cheeks, and I knew I had to make my move. I leaned in, pressing my lips softly against hers in a gentle kiss.
Misty's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull back. She let out a soft, "Wait—mphh," as our lips met. The sound sent a rush of excitement through me, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth.
She pushed me away slightly, her face flushed with embarrassment and a hint of desire. "Who said you could do that?!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "I just puked, you know!"
I chuckled, my eyes never leaving hers. "I don't care," I said, my voice low and teasing. "I liked it."
Misty looked at me, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "What do you mean, you liked it?" she said, her voice filled with confusion.
I pulled her close again, my arms wrapping tightly around her waist. I could feel her heart racing against mine, and I knew she was feeling the same spark. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Our tongues clashed, our lips moving in perfect harmony. I could feel her breath on my skin, her body heat radiating towards me. It was a kiss that left no doubt about our intentions, a kiss that screamed raw desire and pent-up lust.
Misty pulled away, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "You... you punk!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of anger and arousal. "You can't just... just kiss me like that!"
I grinned, knowing I had her hooked. "Why not?" I said, my voice filled with mischief. "You liked it too, didn't you?"
Misty's face flushed even deeper, and she looked away, unable to meet my gaze. "I... I did not," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
I chuckled, pulling her back into my arms. "Liar," I whispered into her ear, before capturing her lips in another searing kiss. This time, she didn't pull away.
After the kiss, Misty stared at me for a moment, her face flushed a light pink. "Let's just go," she mumbled, turning away and striding down the trail towards Pewter City.
As we walked, my mind was still reeling from the kiss and the Pidgeot incident. I couldn't help but think about the possibility of a little Ditto running around.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, and I blurted out, "Hey, Misty, have you ever seen a pregnant Pokémon?"
Misty stopped and turned to me, a look of confusion on her face. "Pregnant Pokémon? What the fuck are you talking about?"
I shrugged, trying to sound casual. "You know, like a baby in the belly and all that."
Misty's face turned bright red, and she punched my arm. "You're such a fucking pervert!" she exclaimed, trying to hide her embarrassment with a weak laugh.
I threw up my hands in defense. "Hey, I'm just curious!"
Misty's confusion deepened. "I don't get it. How the hell can a Pokémon even get pregnant?"
I tilted my head, feigning ignorance. "Then where do Pokémon eggs come from?"
Misty's face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I don't know, maybe they just...exist?" she offered, looking up at a flock of Pidgey perched on a branch above us.
I raised an eyebrow. "They just...exist?" I repeated incredulously.
Misty's patience was wearing thin. "Don't look at me like that, you asshole! I don't fucking know!" she snapped, kicking a pinecone. "If you're so curious, ask a Pokémon breeder or whatever. And aren't you a Pokémon? What the fuck are you even asking me for!"
I put on my most innocent face. "Nobody told me, so I was just curious!" I protested, my voice dripping with false innocence.
Misty rolled her eyes. "Bullshit," she muttered under her breath.
We walked in silence for a while, the sound of our footsteps and the chirping of birds the only sounds in the forest. Suddenly, Misty stopped and turned to me, her eyes narrowed.
"Why the fuck are you so curious about this shit?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.
I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "I don't know, maybe I want to make a baby with you?" I said, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
Misty's face turned bright red, and she shrieked, "You fucking bastard!" Her eyes flashed with a strange mix of anger and heat.
With a wicked grin, I took off running, leaving Misty sputtering in my wake.
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After nearly three fucking hours of walking and trekking, the shrubbery and trees finally cleared, revealing a quiet but beautiful city in the distance. Misty dropped her ass down on a nearby rock, exhausted, while I took a moment to scan the area.
I was looking for someone, to be precise - a deadbeat father. Ash had left for Pewter City a day before us, so he would have reached here by now and battled against Pewter City's Gym Leader, Brock. If the fucking anime was to be followed, he would have lost the match and then would have gone for a training montage with the deadbeat father, Flint.
But I couldn't see anyone around. I mentally shrugged, what the fuck can I do even? Let's just hope the gym leader is still Brock, otherwise fighting Flint with his god-knows-how-strong Pokémon would be quite fucking tedious.
I turned to Misty, who was still catching her breath. "Oi, beauty, let's go," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Misty looked up at me, her eyes pleading. "I just sat down, darn it, can't you wait?" she asked, her voice laced with exasperation.
I chuckled and walked towards her, lowering myself onto my knees beside her. "Don't be such a bum, we can rest at the Pokémon Center," I said, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "And if you're too fucking tired to move..."
Before she could react, I swooped in, one arm wrapping around her back and the other sliding under her legs. Misty's eyes widened in surprise as I lifted her up, cradling her in a princess-style hold.
"What! Wait!?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in protest.
As I stood up, carrying Misty in my arms, she let out a mortified groan and leaned her head against my chest. I couldn't help but chuckle at her embarrassment, but I was also pleased that she didn't struggle or try to squirm out of my grasp.
"Thank you for choosing Ditto Cab Service," I said with a grin, starting to walk towards the city.
Misty's face was still buried in my chest, but I could sense her eyes rolling in exasperation. "This is so fucking humiliating," she muttered, her voice muffled by my shirt.
I just laughed and continued walking, enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms. She was so soft and light, not to say smelled so fucking good even after traveling. I couldn't help but let my mind wander, imagining what it would be like if we were alone together, with no Pokémon or annoying protagonists around.
The thought made me grin, and Misty looked up at me, her eyes narrowing. "What are you smirking about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Oh, nothing much," I said, my eyes glinting with mischief. "Just imagining what I'd do to you if we were alone right now."
Misty's face turned bright red, and she groaned, burying her face in my chest again. "You're shameless," she muttered, but I could hear the traces of laughter in her voice.
I just laughed and continued carrying her, feeling more and more at ease with her in my arms. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us in this Pokémon world.
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New Week, New Milestones!
Last week was so damn hectic man! I legit spent one whole day on bed just to wring out the tired-ness out of my body.
One good thing was that I wrote quite a bit, so I would be a bit free from that for some time.
I do not understand why tf do second year engineering students have so much course load. Like legit 8 am to 6 pm I have classes in various slots. Its like I am doing a job already gawddamit!
Do Comment your thoughts and ideas.
And do not forget to get your bonus chapter by giving me 200 of those powerstones.