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The morning was like many others in the esteemed career of Professor Samuel Oak, quiet and filled with quiet contemplation over his morning tea, sneaking an extra donut around the watchful eyes of his research assistants valiantly trying to keep his weight down, and beginning the process of preparing breakfast for the dozens of different species of Pokémon that called the Pallet Town laboratory their home. Most days, it took him until lunch, but that was why he had so many research assistants, many of whom were training to be the future generation's next great Pokémon doctors, nurses, surgeons, and wildlife rangers. All bushy-tailed and shining eyes falling over themselves and chomping at the bit at the prospect of working with the esteemed Professor Oak to become shining beacons in their fields.
Professor Oak was kind of a big deal; he often reminded the up-and-coming researchers who littered his lab, eager and ready to make a name for themselves working for the premier Pokémon expert. But today seemed different: not in a bad way, in fact, it started rather well. Not only did Oak sleep like a baby, the type of sleep rarely afforded to a man in his 60's with a near cripling cqffine, but he also had a dream about the first time he met one of his favorite apprentices, as well as his Suragote grandson, Ash Ketchem.
Both times, he met the boy.
Time travel was weird, and the fact that when Oak was just a trainer himself and got thrown fifty years into the future by Celebi's time distortion and became childhood friends with a boy whom Oak would hold as a baby all those years later wasn't even the weirdest thing Professor Samuel Oak experienced regarding Ash Ketchem was saying quite a lot. The boy, his own grandson, dragged home one day and told everyone who would listen that they were rivals, one who had a love for people and polemon, only seen in those destined for greatness in life.
But that was just how Ash Ketchum rolled: wonder out of a forest after forgetting how to charge his phone for a month, save the world from global destruction, don't ask any follow-up questions, then continue onto his next journey. He was a creature of habit who, since he was ten years old, held a single driving force that pushed him foward: to be the very best like no one ever was before.
But just like Ash, Professor Oaks' refusal to ask follow-up questions about this morning will surely come back to bite him, mentally if not physically, if Delia ever found out about it.
It was half past nine in the morning when the first domino in the line fell. The Professor was enjoying his second cup of tea while helping Ash's Venusaur escort a group of baby grass pokémon to the tallest hill on the property to get the most out of the morning sun. The seed Pokémon took great pride in being the surrogate father to the pride of Oddish, Bounsweet, and Cherubi, which called Oaks Lab home after finally allowing itself to evolve after refusing for so many years. The professor assumed it was after one too many spars against Torterra and Sceptile, which did not end well in the seed Pokémon's favor, that finally pushed Bulbasaur to allow himself to evolve. Still, Oak learned not to press matters involving the complex relationships within Ash's most dedicated teams of battlers.
It was then that he met his first of the many visitors he would encounter this eventful week.
"Good morning, Professor!" Misty greeted, her voice loud and filled with excited energy and fierce determination as she rode down one of the only dozen or so roads in Pallet Town on her bike. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?"
It was a beautiful morning, but Oak didn't know if it was because of the perfect summer weather or the glowing smile etched on the face of the mermaid of Cureleon Coast. Misty was a tomboy, one who was as comfortable under the water as on land, and dressed accordingly in simple, weather-worn clothes that were easy to hide a bathing suit under.
So seeing her in a deep blue sundress that made her fiery orange hair even more striking out of its usual ponytail with what looked to be subtle eye shadow and coral pink lipstick was as unusual as seeing a Snorlax out on a morning jog.
"It is a lovely day, Misty! Are you going to surprise Ash? hes probally still sleeping! He got home early this morning!"
"He won't be asleep for long, Professor!" Oak remembered laughing at the thought, thinking it was high time ash settled down with one of the girls who had been gaga over him, but pushed that thought to the side. Ash was Ash after all, the type of boy to be absent-minded about what was right in front of him, even if she told him. Heck, he wouldn't know what to do with a girl that didn't involve a Pokémon battle, and Misty was far too invested to be the one to break first. It's the romantic cold war shes fought half because it was funny and half because she was relatively confident she and Ash were going to end up together the moment she allowed it.
She didn't stop, looking as if she had a specific place to be and someone to see, as she headed down the road toward the quickest route to the Ketchum residence. Oak remembered smiling and thinking of young love blossoming in the summer.
Oh, what a naive fool he was. knowing what and specifically who else would be on that road as the day went on.
But the good professor refilled his tea cup and went on his way until about 20 minutes later, when Pikachu chose that time to casually walk into the middle of the laboratory during feeding time, ate his fill, and held court with the rest of Ash's Pokémon team like a diminutive yellow king upon a throne.
He looked smug while he did it, which is weird to say about a mouse, but Sam Oak knew that Pikachu better than he did most people after nearly a decade and a half, and he could see the smugness of its face a mile away. He would bet his life savings that Pikachu knew something Oak didn't, and as breakfast finished, more of Ash's Pokémon became aware of it.
They looked pleased with themselves.
But Professor Oak, the old fool he was, had put it out of his mind until hours later, after a video call with his colleagues Professor Burch and Professor Ivy regarding cross-breeding and evolutionary adaptation across Pokémon species, when he spotted May Maple leisurely strolling down the road. She was seemingly talking to Pikachu as he walked alongside her on the top of the fence of his compound, as she let out her Pokémon to melt into the herd of Ash's Pokémon.
"Well, this is a surprise, May! Enjoying the Kanto summer?"Professor Oak waved and smiled when the young brunette greeted him, her smile shy but her bearing full of barely contained excitement as she strolled down the road."You look excited. Have you anything big planned?"
"The biggest Professor! Is Ash still at home?" May asked after greeting him as she released her Pokémon into the open field, her Blazican already stretching her legs alongside Sceptile and Torkoal as Glaceon and Wartortle were already on their way to the lake to swim with Tododile." I heard he's house sitting for the entire summer. Is that true?"
"He arrived early this morning, and yes, he sent his mother and several of her friends on a vacation through the orange and aloha islands for the summer." Oak would have joined them had his research not been at a very delicate moment, perhaps next year."This might be the first time since he was ten that he managed to stay in one place for this long."
"Well then, I suppose im gonna have to give him a reason to stay," May said to herself, looking in the direction of the house with a knowing smile." What do you think, Professor? Think I can give him somthing to think about besides Pokémon battles?"
"Well, if anyone can, it's certainly you!"
She laughed when he said it, and for a peaceful moment, Professor Oak saw the young woman as the 11-year-old girl he had known when they first met, and couldn't imagine anything out of the ordinary.
He always liked May; she was cheerful and enthusiastic, and just full of life in everything she did, from her relationships to her coordination contests. It was good she seemed to be over her recent breakup with her often on-again, off-again boyfriend, Drew, that kept her smile from reaching her eyes these past few months.
Then Dawn showed up, and suddenly everything Samual assumed he knew about the situation shifted.
Dawn and May were two peas in a pod, both professionally and personally, kind but with an audacious undertone that would break lesser people who crossed them.
The perfect amount of spice to offset their natural sweetness, with only the main difference being that Dawn was far sassier with a quick wit as dangerous as her left hook, while May was always more about the vibes of the given situation, could and would deadlift a munchlax, and was as sarcastic as a person can be and still be charming.
Running into one of Ash's friends was common. He had so many of them you could throw a Tinkatons hammer and hit one by accident. But running into two in one day? It was still possible, if a little unusual. But three in a span of a couple of hours?
But Professor Oak, even as his mind wracked at the impossibility, couldn't imagine what was unfolding in front of him.
After a few minutes of exchanging pleasantries, the two young women took their leave, their laughter drifting down the road. Professor Oak smiled, content to shake his head and get back to work as Piplup tried in vain to help Pikachu escape the attention of Buneary as Mamoswine began its well-earned power nap under the sun.
But Oak couldn't help but catch snippets of their conversation as they passed by the garden, their voices hushed and with barely contained excitement.
"Did you see the video Misty posted in the group chat?" Dawn asked, glancing sideways at May with a pink hue on her face.
"I almost died from embarrassment, but now im worried I didn't bring big enough condoms."
"Im just glad im on the pill. I don't have to worry about that."
"Ohh, someone's been planning this for a while!"
"Well, excuse me for living."
The two women laughed, practically skipping down the road together and leaving Professor Oak standing there like he watched a Chansey tell him a dirty joke.
Confused, incredulous, and pretty sure he was dreaming.
He shook his head, deciding he must have misheard, and turned back to his research. He should have taken the vacation when it was offered, since he was clearly working too hard.
By the time noon had come and gone, Oak had convinced himself that the whole thing was just a bad case of miscommunication. Sure, no one was picking up at the Ketchum landline, and Ash didn't answer any of the texts Oak sent him to make sure he was alive, but that didn't mean anything.
Then Iris showed up during lunchtime, and Oak's entire worldview, which had shifted from Dawn and May's offhand comments, imploded.
Like she normally does, the dragon queen of Unova arrived in equal parts style and just as much awe-inspiring terror, descending from the air on the back of her trusted dragonite and landing with a flourish as her partner in crime immediately began the next round in its long-standing rivalry with Ash's Charizard.
The Professor decided against his fifth cup of tea, opting for a rich espresso to get his caffeine fix when she arrived, his heightened senses noting the flush on the young woman's cheeks and the gleam in her eyes. The professor was more consciously aware that this was the fourth young woman who not only knew Ash for years but had also appeared in as many hours.
"Oh, hello there, Iris, it's good to see you again." Professor Oak greeted the dragon mistress with a more inquisitive tone to his voice than he thought was necessary as he watched the champion climb up the trunk of a berry tree as easily as a primape would and began gathering citrus berries and Mint berries from the tree's branches with a smile on her face and a glint in her eyes."What can I help you with?"
"Just picking up some last-minute things," the champion shouted as she stuffed another berry into her pocket before leaping towards the canopy of another tree. She filled her pockets with Sitrus Berries, Haban Berries, and Touga Berries before jumping down and landing right in front of him with the practiced ease of a woman raised longside dragons."I hope you dont mind."
Oak smiled as he watched the wild energy of the dragon specialist, the professor learning years ago that one didnt compete with the champion's energy; you survived it. But Oak noticed, as Iris patted her stuffed pockets before waving goodbye and setting off on the familiar road to Ash's house, that the berries she picked were the specific cocktails that dragon types often consumed before mating season, according to research papers he read fromboth Professors Elm and Juniper earlier in the year.
He was sure that didnt mean anything...
By 3 in the afternoon, Professor Oak was drinking energy drinks like they were water because he needed to focus on anything that wasn't what was clearly happening across town as he paced in his lab. Also, because it was entirely too early to open the bottle of Shinnoh whisky he received last Christmas, like he wanted to.
A part of him knew this day would come; heck, he assumed it would have come years ago, but Ash has a habit of going through life to the beat of his own drum. He's certainly making up for lost time, but that was why a part of the professor assumed he was wrong about everything and was looking into things that weren't there.
His research assistants seemed concerned with his rather... eccentric worries. His grandson, Gary, had even hung up when the professor called him about his theories, with comments ranging from it being too early to think about Ash that way to not being drunk enough to discuss it.
Samual just wanted a second opinion to tell him he wasn't taking crazy pills and that the clear-as-day evidence in front of him was what was actually happening.
Thankfully, after nearly six hours of stressing out over what-ifs and worrying about the safety of the Ketchum household and the possibility of several surrogate great-grandchildren around the corner, Professor Oak received his answer like a bolt of lightning from Zapdos or the boom of thunder from Thundurus.
The car was a convertible, as stylish as any Professor Oak had seen, the type that was much more a declaration of intent than a mode of transportation. The engine roared down the street in a casual, relaxed manner, the car's occupants content to show the small town exactly where they were going.
Serena drove, a silk driving scarf and matching driving gloves giving the fashion-conscious woman an air of timeless beauty in her retro modern outfit. Lillie sat in the passenger seat, her pure white sundress and her large white hat billowing in the breeze as she took in the ambiance of the small kanto village. Lana sat in the back doing what looked to be breathing exercises as she got ready to do what she had seemingly come to Pallet town to do, a fierce determination on the young woman's face. Mallow sat atop the back seat, overlooking the road like she was the grand marshal on a parade float, her legs crossed as if she were challenging the sun itself.
Passion red with the sunroof down as the late afternoon sun beat down on the four women in the car, each one belting the rather catchy pop song on the radio that Oak can never listen to ever again because this was what he would be thinking about.
He waved at the four women as they passed, their chorus of laughter echoing in the man's head as they drove down to Ash's home. It took a brief moment for Oaks' mind to restart, but he liked to think he took this confirmation of his theory very well, all things considered. He opened the bottle of whisky, poured a single draft of the rich amber liquid, took in its rich woody scent with undertones of dark chocolate and black cherry, toasted ash and the boy's hopeful survival, and took one single gulp before getting back to work.
But every once in a while, a Pokémon would look at the same point on the horizon towards the Ketchum residence, as if they were hearing somthing that Oak was blissfully unaware of. Pickachu got smugger; heck, every single one of Ash's Pokémon got smugger.
Oh, to be young again.
Gym Leader Group Chat: "Forgive me, father, for I have slayed."
Whitney: Hey, quick question
Whitney: Is Ash Ketchum single?
Jasmine: WHITNEY NO
Sabrina: Absolutely not.
Erika: Whitney, we've discussed this.
Flannery: GIRL, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
Whitney: WHAT I'M JUST ASKING
Roxanne: This is highly inappropriate.
Jasmine: Why would you even—
Claire: Whitney, I swear to Arceus
Skyla: Actually...
Skyla: [Image attached: ash_ketchum_ ]
Skyla: I offer this to the council
Jasmine: Oh.
Sabrina: ...Oh.
Candice: Yeah
Candice: im thinking of finding an excuse to go to Kanto.
Winona: You have got to be kidding
Korrina: Oh God, Momma like
Erika: Oh my
Flannery: OH LORD HAVE MERCY
Roxanne: That cannot be the same person.
Whitney: I graciously accept your apologies
Roxie: THAT'S ASH KETCHUM?
Maylene: HOW TALL IS HE?
Skyla: 6'3", 225 pounds of pure grown man. I was out to dinner with Elesa and Iris when our champion showed me this picture, and I actually gasped aloud.
Elesa: can confirm
Elesa: We both did
Lenora: im a happily married woman
Lenora: I would let that man ruin me and then thank him for doing it.
Lenora: I showed my husband the photo, and he agreed.
Valerie: Mood
Winona: Mood
Roxie: Mood
Viola: He's picture perfect.
Viola: The angle, the proportions.
Sabrina: The biceps
Maylene: It's the shoulders for me.
Whitney: That boy's thick
Candice: That's a thick-ass boy.
Erika: Stunning
Roxanne:...Yes, he is...very impressive.
Jasmine: He was so small when he came through Johto...
Whitney: HE WAS LIKE FOUR FEET TALL
Whitney: WHAT HAPPENED
Jasmine: Puberty happened, apparently.
Flannery: PUBERTY DID MORE THAN HAPPEN
Flannery: You don't really get the scale when all I see of him is standing next to that giant Charizard of his
Sabrina: This is... unexpected.
Erika: "Unexpected" is certainly one word for it.
Roxanne: I need to reassess some things.
Elesa: I have been reassigning many things since last night
Korrina: Shocking
Elesa:heheheheheehehehehehehe
Winona: wait..
Winona: he looks like in my dream.
Claire: Oh crap, did we all dream about Ash Ketchum last night?
Viola: Im not saying I did
Viola: But like, if someone can admit it first, that would be great
Sabrina: That's ridiculous
Korrina: What are the odds?
She recognized the scene immediately, the one that had changed her life. The soft-focus quality of old film, sepia-toned and perfect, was warm and fluttering, the hum of a film reel playing faintly in her ears as the scene unfolded before her eyes for what had to have been the thousandth time in her life.
The confession scene from "Eternal Hearts," the movie her mother had shown her on a rainy afternoon in the spring of her childhood, had inspired a young girl with a big heart and bigger dreams from Lumiose City to become the actress and icon she was today. She'd watched it, memorized it, and used it as a blueprint for her life, and it was, even now, a comfort to Diantha on days when the world seemed to be too much for her, and she needed to become that same little girl and rediscover her love of her art.
Every line spoken, every gesture of the actors, every breath between every word, she knew like the back of her hand. As comforting as a warm blanket on a cold day. But this time, she wasn't watching it, not ina theater with grainy film reels fluttering over salted popcorn or any of the 4k restoration prints she kept in her private collection, she was living it. It wasn't the first time this had happened; despite everything she had achieved in her life, a love like the one on screen had always eluded her. Reality was often disappointing compared to the dreams of a love-stricken young girl, whose dreams were sometimes bigger than she realised.
The setting was perfect—a garden at sunset, roses climbing up a stone archway, golden light filtering through the leaves. The kind of romantic backdrop that existed only in movies and dreams. Diantha stood in a flowing dress, as white as snow and as soft as the blue-tipped membrane of the crown of Aurorus, her heart pounding with an emotion that felt both scripted and devastatingly real.
And across from her, where the male lead should have been, stood Ash Ketchum.
Not the boy she'd met in Kalos all those years ago, the eager trainer who'd helped save her region from devastation, but the man he had become—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes that had seen every corner of the world and who conquered it all with the same smile on his face.
She felt her heart beat faster at the thought of that smile whenever they crossed each other's path during league business.
There was a maturity to him now, a quiet confidence that came from someone who'd achieved everything they'd set out to do. But when he looked at her, there was something else. Something that made her breath catch.
Recognition. Longing. The weight of years apart.A realization of two hearts with more in common than they first realized, and the weight of those implications.
"I didn't think you'd come," Diantha heard herself say, with the words from the script she knew by heart, but the emotion behind them was all hers.
"I almost didn't," Ash replied, and his voice was deeper than she remembered, rougher. "I told myself it was better this way. That there was no way you could feel how I felt. That my chance had come and gone, and you had moved on."
"And yet here you stand."
"Here I stand," He repeated, the weight of years of untold words tinging each syllable. He took a step closer, and Diantha's heart raced. "Because some things don't fade with time. Some people... you can't forget, no matter how hard you try."
This was the scene. The moment when the two lovers, separated by circumstance and pride and by years of following their own dreams and desires, found each other again, admitting what had always been between them. Diantha had played this role a dozen times on stage, in front of cameras, for audiences of millions worldwide.
But this felt different, because she wasn't playing a part.
"We were rivals once," she said softly, the script blending with memory. "Do you remember? Two stubborn kids who couldn't admit that competition was just an excuse to be near each other."
Ash smiled, and it was the smile she'd fallen for—bright, genuine, capable of lighting up any room. "I remember. You drove me crazy."
"The feeling was mutual," Diantha said wistfully, a montage of previous film scenes, replaced with ash, flashed through her mind. Their trials and tribulations, their highs and lows. The good times and the bad times. "I wouldn't have changed anything."
"And then we were friends." He said that, like the memories of their past seemed so nostalgic to him, he had to stop and marvel at them. Their shared adventures, built on the bonds of friendship and companionship, or the days that never ended until we were finished with whatever game held our attention that day. He took another step, close enough now that she could feel the warmth radiating from him. "But that wasn't enough either, was it?"
"No," Diantha whispered, her throat tight as she thought about the lingering touches, the sudden glances, the gazes that lingered just a litter too long, and the words they couldn't say. "It wasn't."
"So what are we now?" Ash asked, and this was it—the line that had made her cry the first time she'd seen the film, the question that had resonated in her young heart and never quite left.
She reached up, her hand trembling slightly, and touched his face. He was solid, real, warm under her palm.
"We're what we were always meant to be," Diantha said, and the words came from somewhere deeper than the script, from a place she'd kept carefully guarded behind her public persona. "Two people who fate kept bringing together. Two people who evolved from rivals to friends to something more. Something that doesn't have a name in any script."
"Diantha," Ash breathed, and the way he said her name—like a prayer to his own personal goddess, as he tore open his heart for her to see. It made her want to weep.
"I love you," she said, and in the movie, this was where the music swelled, where the camera panned up to the sunset. But in the dream, there was only his eyes, dark and intense and focused entirely on her. "I've loved you since we were rivals. Since we were friends. Since every moment in between. And I'll love you long after this scene ends."
Ash's hand came up to cover hers, pressing her palm more firmly against his cheek. "Then let's make sure it never ends."
He kissed her.
It wasn't like the movie kiss—choreographed, perfect, designed for maximum audience impact. She always imagined how this kiss would be in real life, but the truth was nothing like it. The kiss was messy and desperate and hot to the touch, her skin feeling like it was burning where his fingers danced on hers. Years of longing compressed into a single moment in time that seemed to last forever. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, and she melted into him, into the dream, into the fantasy that felt more true than any role she'd ever played.
She could mentally hear the music playing over the credits, a soft flute and gentle harp intermixed with the booming beat of drums, forming a melody of two opposites blending into a symphony of unity. She couldn't think beyond the feeling of his lips on hers or his hands on her body, explosions of warmth and excitement igniting under her skin as her own hands removed his jacket and shirt and began teasing the lines of his muscles.
This diddnt happen in the movie.
Instead of credits and names descending from heaven, names of actors and editors and costume designers, all she had long since memorized, Diantha felt hands warm and strong on her body, her bare skin flushing hot as their lips never parted. She felt her knees buckle as she felt the man, tall and strong, pull her close to him, his mouth more ravishing than before.
But by Arceus's holy light, she felt her body sing in its utter surrender and ruin.
Diantha looked up at him and saw her future reflected in his eyes.
She saw a daughter with his eyes and her smile, Christmas mornings spent in each other's arms as their child opens presents, the walls of her home echoing with laughter and love where it was only silent.
"Stay with me," she whispered, the thought of returning home alone again when he was right here painful to think about."This time, stay."
"Always," Ash promised, and she believed him.
He kissed her again, and she felt the softness of her bed, silk sheets consuming her as his hands traced her skin. Diantha arched her back to get closer to his touch, and for a moment, she was no longer a champion or an icon, just a woman making love to the man she desired.
Diantha woke up in her penthouse apartment in Lumiose City, tangled in silk sheets and with her heart racing. Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting her bedroom in gold and highlighting the soft satin of her bed and her snow-white nightgown.
The sound of her alarm, mocking her just as her dream was getting good. It was a tremendous disappointment, both because she knew she had another climax in her and because waking up revealed that it had all been a dream.
But it had felt so real.
She stretched and ran her hands through her short hair, her legs going stiff reflexively as she made a sound she would certainly deny if anyone ever asked, because Holy shit, did that dream get descriptive. She pressed a hand to her lips as she caught her breath, still feeling the memory of that kiss and of what came after.
over and over again after the kiss.
Her poor body felt practically bruised from the fucking she'd taken, battering her almost senseless, a man who was finally brave enough to put her in her place and fuck her as hard as she needed. Men were just… so disappointing, too intimidated by her presence as both a movie star and a champion to truly satisfy her.
She knew it had only been a dream, knew it didn't mean anything, and that she should go back to sleep and maybe have another one of those dreams before she returned to the real world, but the kalos icon couldn't help thinking this dream was different. Less like a dream and more like a glimpse of something possible, somthing waiting just beyond reach if she was brave enough to go after it.
But could she?
She had met Ash when he was just a kid, struggling after a tough loss at the Lily of the Valley Conference the year before. He was young, energetic, and full of the wonder only kids have. She'd thought he was adorable.
At fourteen, the kid was precocious and enthusiastic and made Diantha want to hug him and pat his head like he was an overexcited little growlith.
But now, at twenty-three, the man invoked feelings that were far from maternal, transforming the cool big sis vibe she was going for into something downright primal. The fact that her biological clock was ticking louder than ever didnt help matters either.
In "Eternal Hearts," the heroine had waited for fate to bring her and the hero together, letting years slip away as ego and hesitation stole them. But Diantha had never been content to wait. She was an actress, yes, but she was also a Champion. Champions didn't sit on the sidelines hoping for destiny to intervene. They made their own fate.
She began typing.
"Hey, Ash. I'll be in Kanto in a few weeks to promote my new movie. We should get together." She smiled to herself as she planned her next move. "Should be fun."
Skyla:...wait
Skyla: Did we all have wet dreams about Ash Ketchum last night?
Sabrina: ...Oh.
Erika: Oh my
Whitney: I...
Whitney: I deny all allegations.
Elesa: Skyla, why would you DROP that on us without WARNING
Skyla:;3
Winona has left the chat.
Korrina, Oh wow, that's confirmation.
Candice: MAYLENE, STOP SCREAMING
Maylene: I'M NOT SCREAMING YOU'RE SCREAMING
Elesa: We're all screaming, let's be honest.
Whitney: Okay, but like
Whitney: Is he single
Whitney: Because I still didnt get an answer
Jasmine: WHITNEY
Valerie: No
Valerie: Shes got a point.
Valerie: I wish to know.
Viola: These are very important questions.
Korrina: I think I know where im spending my summer vacation
Flannery: GIRL, GET IN LINE
Roxanne: This is the most unprofessional conversation we've ever had.
Claire: And yet you're still here.
Roxanne: ...
Roxanne: I didn't say I was leaving.
Elesa: Skyla, my place in an hour
Elesa: We're going to Kanto
Skyla: Oh hell yeah
Roxie: Y'all bitches need Arceus.
Skyla: Oh, so we shouldn't pick you up then?
Roxie: I didn't say that
She was in a champion's arena, but not one she recognized. The stands were empty, silent, devoid of the roar of the crowd that characterized all of her major victories in her many years at the top. The battlefield stretched before her, vast and waiting, scared in ways of war and battle, and across from her stood Ash Ketchum.
Not the eager boy she'd met in Sinnoh. Not even the determined trainer who'd battled her with such fire in Galor all those years ago. This was something else—someone who had claimed every title, conquered every league, stood atop every mountain there was to climb. The aura around him was palpable, a pressure that made the air itself feel heavy.
Pikachu sat on his shoulder, watching her with knowing eyes.
"You fought well," Ash said, his voice carrying across the empty arena. It wasn't a question. His voice was so powerful and commanding that Cynthia was but a mewling child before him. "But not well enough."
Cynthia looked down. Her Pokéballs were dim, spent. Garchomp lay at the edge of the field, defeated but dignified. When had that happened? The dream offered no answer, only the undeniable truth of it.
Her legs felt weak. Not from exhaustion—from something else entirely. Recognition, perhaps. Or inevitability.
She'd always been the standard. The measuring stick. The unshakeable Champion that others aspired to defeat. She'd held that title with grace, with strength, with the quiet confidence of someone who'd earned their place at the summit. But summits could be claimed by those who climbed higher.
Ash stepped closer, his broad shoulders and imposing frame making Cythia feel small, as far from the undefeated champion she had been for years.
"Cynthia… Do you realize how long I wanted you? Wanted to take the perfect, unreachable Champion and make her mine? But you were so far out of my league that all I could do was watch. But no longer."
She felt his hands on her cheek, warm and steady and firm, but oh so gentle as he tipped her face upwards to look at him.
"But Ash! It's not-" Cynthia started, but her heart was already aflutter at the implications as she melted into him, filling the gaps between their bodies as obediently as she did enthusiastically.
"Call me daddy," Ash demanded, and Cynthia nearly climaxed then and there, immediately losing all power to speak as the word "daddy" bounced around in her head. He was just so… so commanding! It was all she imagined the man who would defeat her might be, so magnificent and powerful," I cannot control myself around you any longer! I am taking you, Cynthia, I will make you my woman!"
"N-no, Ash, you c-can't," she feigned resistance, but on the inside, the shinnoh champion was rejoicing. Her dark, dirty, inner self loved this. That he desired her enough to destroy everything she claimed to hold dear, that he would take her against her will and ravish her. No need for awkwardness or for her to make a move; he would be the one to take her.
But she had to maintain the appearance of not wanting this.
"Please, daddy," she begged, "This is wrong! I- I've saved myself for marriage! I've never been with a man-"
"And you'll never be with any other man, ever," Ash growled, tearing what remained of her clothing off without a thought, "You're mine. My woman. My property. I will take you and make you want me."
Cythia bit her lip, not in fear but more so out of a need not to cry out in joy at the prospect that Ash Ketchen, the chosen of Arceus himself, would ruin her for all other men. No longer the champion on the pedestal, but the woman cast to warm his bed on a cold night.
His woman.
She was powerless to resist as Ash was upon her like an Alpha Garchomp on its mate; his mighty rod of authority pressed against her trembling body, her desire and want blossoming as she bit back a moan. For a moment, the mask Cynthia wore crumbled as her body reacted faster than her mind or her heart, as her legs instinctively began to wrap around his waist.
"You're drooling," he said with naked approval, the tone of voice that made Cynthia shiver to hear it, "What would the Pokémon League think if they saw their golden goddess looking like this?"
"They… they would see me as I am. Yours," she said, transfixed on the thought of this man's cock freeing her from all expectations, delivering her the pleasures she'd always dreamt of but could never pursue. "Their perfect idol… becoming aroused at the thought of a man about to force himself upon her… unable to resist..."
Ash thrust slowly. He did not rush. He did not gloat. He was... inevitable. The way a trainer walks toward a Pokémon they know will be caught. The way a conqueror walks toward a territory they know will be theirs.
Cynthia's breath caught. Her pride told her to stand tall, to meet him as an equal. But each inch that sank into her was just another reason for her to look upon her lover with awe instead of challenge.
It wasn't a submission born of fear or humiliation. It was an acknowledgment. Pure and simple. He had surpassed her. Not just in battle, but in something more fundamental—that ineffable quality that separated the great from the legendary. The kind of trainer that came once in a generation, or perhaps once in a lifetime.
When she orgasmed, when her vision went white, and her soul sang in freedom, she knew she was his and his alone.
The arena floor was cool beneath her body as she caught her breath, her lips parted, and her breath hot. Her blonde hair fell forward, curtaining her face. She, who had been sought after by trainers across the world, who had mentored and inspired countless others, who had stood as the pinnacle of what a Champion could be—she submitted before the man who had become the Pokémon Master.
"Hands and knees," he growled, his forehead pressed against hers as her eyes were left dazed and clouded over as he kissed her again." Turn around like a good girl and beg for it."
In a daze, Cynthia carried out his order. Prostrating herself in the dirt, her hips swaying to tempt her mate out of instinct, her cheeks burning with humiliation and arousal. She could do nothing else—he had defeated her. She was his war-bride, and he was about to put her to the sword, as was his right as her conqueror.
"Please, daddy..." Her voice was soft as her ass swayed back and forth, her thighs trembling as she waited. "Give your good girl what she needs."
With a sudden push, he entered her. Cynthia tried to scream, but no words came out as the feelings overwhelmed her, leaving only a strangled, choking noise as she took Ash's thickness all the way into her drooling pussy.
Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth as her master fucked her as brutally as he did thoroughly. Nothing was loving or romantic here, just the brutal satisfaction of male desire upon female flesh, and Cynthia couldn't get enough of it.
"Cynthia," he said, and there was something in his voice—respect, perhaps, or recognition of what this moment meant mixed with the lust of a man for his woman. "Who's my good girl?"
She was trembling now, her thighs shivering as her fingers dug into the dirt of the stadium ground. Those words were enough for the fire in her belly to grow into an explosion as she climaxed again, and, Arceus willing, she would again and again, each wave of pleasure ripping through her like a wave carving through mountain ranges over millennia.
"I am."She reached back in a daze of post orgasmic bliss, her hand trembling slightly, and pulled him into a kiss. His fingers closed around her neck, warm and certain, and she felt it—the transfer of power, the willing surrender of her position to someone who had earned the right to stand above her."Im your good girl."
"You're mine now," Ash said quietly, and it wasn't a question or a boast. It was simply the truth.
"Yes..." And Cynthia, the unshakeable Champion of Sinnoh, bowed her head, smiling as she kissed him again, "All yours, Daddy."
Moonlight streamed through her window, casting a silver glow over her sheets as she drank her coffee. Her Garchomp's heartbeat rumbled nearby, like a car idling, as she dreamed of dominating another challenge, soothing Cynthia as it had when she was a child.
Cynthia stared down the laundry list of pros and cons about pursuing the scenario she just dreamed about, and while the pros list became longer and longer, the same con stared up at her like a sore thumb.
She had known Ash Ketcham when he was thirteen, and it was weird to think of him as she was growing accustomed to thinking of him.
She was 19 when she met Ash, all knobby knees and childlike wonder on the rookie trainer's face. But the decade since then had been kind to the guy in ways that made the twenty nine -year-old champion slightly uncomfortable to think about.
Instead of being the cool big sister to an awe-struck kid and mentoring the next generation of champions like she thought she would be doing, Cynthia found herself shoulder to shoulder with a 6'3" grown man who fought Pokémon criminals on top of legendary Pokémon. At the same time, his team battled other mind-controlled mystic Pokémon while saving the world from a prophesied apocalypse.
He literally checked all of her boxes.
It was always one thing or the other. Men who didn't meet her standards, who were too unserious, too passive, too… weak to treat her like she needed a man to treat her in the bedroom, or men whose zeal, drive, and domineering personality. Not like the man of her dreams, who had not only the force of will but the strength of character to know what he wanted and take what he needed.
Also, a huge problem for Cynthia, not many men were big enough for her standards.
She was a size queen, proudly, who needed someone who could just split her in two, and before last night's dream, she was starting to give up hope that she'd ever find a man good enough for that.
But the Ash in her dream? Oh, by Arceus, he split her like a log and made her beg for him to do it again.
And he did so, enthusiastically.
Cynthia sighed. Why was it so hard to find a man who could meet her standards? She tended to intimidate most men away from her, and then those that weren't scared away just weren't… man enough, in body or bearing. Either they were too attracted to her power and influence, too infatuated by the idea of the nearly 6-foot-tall champion stepping on them, calling them a good boy, to even for a moment think that maybe once in a while she liked to get stepped on?
Was it too much to ask to have her hair pulled and to be called a bad girl every once in a while?
The Champion of Sinnoh rarely dreamed. When she did, her dreams were usually just fragments—ancient ruins, whispers of legends, the weight of responsibility. But tonight? On her knees and submissive? breedable and trembling with anticipation?
It felt like finally sitting after standing her entire life, relief and comfort filling her body, she didnt know was possible, which was why, instead of going back to sleep to chase the high again, Cynthia chose to take a logical look at the situation and write up a list of pros and cons.
She had a sex dream about a co-worker she had first met when he was thirteen; there were some serious questions she had to think about.
So, with her heart pounding and her body flushed with a heat she couldn't quite explain, she immediately made herself a cup of coffee and sat in bed, weighing the benefits against the problems this relationship would cause.
They were also coworkers now, and after seeing what happened with Karen and Bruno's breakup last year, she knew relationships at work could get messy if you weren't careful.
Cynthia sat up slowly, pressing a hand to her chest, feeling her pulse race beneath her palm.
But Wallace and Steven make it work, and no one can stand in a room with Milo and Nessa without coming away thinking true love was a thing.
She thought of Ash Ketchum, somewhere out there in the world, still climbing, still conquering, still becoming. And she wondered, with a shiver that was equal parts anticipation and apprehension, what would happen when he finally reached the top—and came to claim what was his
She felt her thighs rub together at the thought, her fingers reaching to her throat where she imagined a leather collar would rest, and found herself thinking of that day and the celebration they would have together.
The Boys Group Chat: "WE ARE THE HYPE! "
Gary: Yo
Gary: If anyone has seen that loser Ash, tell him that my grandpa is having a nervous breakdown over his sex life, and to answer his phone
Gary: I did not get my PHD when I was 14 to act as a therapist on a Saturday morning.
Brock: Wow, that was a weird way to segway into the conversation
Brock: No, hi, how are you?
Goh: I feel like we're missing the forest for the trees here, fellas.
Goh: Can we go back to Ash's sex life?
Paul: What sex life?
Brock: The one that's apparently given Professor Oak a breakdown
Tracey: Sounds about right
Sophocles: So, who wins the betting pool?
Tracy: If it isn't Misty I'm going to riot
Clemont: I was born an ArmourShipper.
Clemont: I'll die an ArmourShipper.
Barry: y'all misspelling Dawn's name
Barrys: she's the only real answer to this question
Max: If it's my sister, I am going to be very upset
Kiawe: Why do you like Drew better than Ash?
Max: Heck no!
Max: If it's May, then I'm never gonna take over my dad's gym when he retires!
Max: My future nephew or niece will
Brock: That's actually adorable.
Cilan: Iris is trending as we speak.
Cilan: I believe the ball is in her court, so to speak.
Clemont: Yeah, I saw that on her feed.
Sawyer: Is she allowed to put that on social media?
Cilan: Go big or go home, as she always says
Kiawe: Mallow, Lana, and Lillie are all gone
Kiawe: took an impromptu vacation to Kanto.
Richie: Wait, what?
Sophocles: Yeah..
Richie: all three?!
Gladion: If we can keep from implying things about my sister, that would be great
Gladion: I'm having a tough time coming to terms with what's happening without being reminded
Tracey: That's the greed they speak about in the bible.
Brock: says the guy who's dating all three of Misty's sisters?
Tracey: Speaking of which, Brock, I'm gonna have to cancel our group date with you and Lucy.
Tracey: Misty asked them to manage the gym for a couple of weeks while she's out.
Brock:...wait
Richie: That doesn't sound like something Misty would do
Brock: That sounds exactly like something Misty would do if it involved Ash.
Barry: Are you implying what I think you're implying?
Sawyer:uhhh
Max: I didn't think this was related, but...
Max: May canceled her appearance at the Hoenn invitational this weekend
Max: She told her manager she was sick.
Kiawe: You don't think...
Paul: That's impossible
Gladion: It's improbable
Gladion: Nothing is impossible when it comes to Ash.
Sawyer: How?
Barry: My girlfriend Zoey just messaged me.
Barry: Dawn didn't show up for her pre-registration yesterday
Clemont: Guys...
Clemont: Serena took the summer season off.
Clemont: She's never done this before
Cilan...
Sophocles...
Paul...
Brock:...oh my god
Anabel's dreams were usually not something she looked forward to experiencing.
Her psychic control dipped when she slept, years of control loosening her practiced and trained mental barriers, attracting fragments of other people's emotions and thoughts into her mental castle.
Bad days and dark thoughts of people she will never meet bleeding through her psychic barriers, echoes of thoughts that weren't her own. Most nights were benign, most thoughts were like water off a Golduck's back.
Other nights, she refused to sleep.
The first lesson she learned as a girl was to ignore the nightmares and forget them the moment she woke up and greeted the sun. But tonight, the dream was different. It was Clear. It was Peaceful. It was her own.
It meant everything to her.
The house was one she didn't recognize but somehow knew was hers, her detective novels and psychology textbooks on full display on oak bookcases instead of littering corners, lavender throw pillows and accent pieces contrasting the lived-in and warm hues of dark browns and oranges looked as far away as the minimalism of the frontier brains' current home. Sunlight streamed through large windows, illuminating a living room full of life and love rather than the mask of clean purity she kept up in her current living situation. Toys scattered across the floor—building blocks, stuffed Pokémon, a toy Poké Ball that had rolled under the couch, the TV playing an episode of a television show about a talking Abra solving crimes with her psychic powers, playing in the background. The walls were covered with photos and children's drawings held up by magnets and the rooms echoed with the laughter of several children.
It was messy. Chaotic. Full of life, and it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
She followed the sounds of laughter, high and bright and uninhibited, deeper into the house. The sound of children playing, their sneakers against the tile floor, made Anabel's heart swell as she moved toward it, drawn by that joyful noise like a Volcarona to a flame.
In the kitchen, she found them. The sight of three children, all of them smiling, glowing, and happy, made Anabell want to weep.
The oldest boy had black hair that stuck up in impossible directions, so much like their father's that it made her chest ache. Kind eyes—dark and warm and full of mischief—looked up at her as he smiled up at his mother, as if she had personally put the moon and stars in the sky.
"Mom! Look! I made breakfast!" the middle child, a boy with her eyes and small smile, announced proudly, gesturing to a plate that held something that might have once been intended as food.
"It's... certainly creative," Anabel heard herself say, warmth flooding her voice as she looked upon the captain crunch French toast with equal parts good humor at the attempt and with equal parts desire to hold the boy who made it for her and never let him go.
But it was the sight of her youngest—a little girl with Anabel's lavender hair in the same short style she had in her own girlhood, looking up from her coloring book, those same kind, dark eyes glowing with the same psychic power Anabel knew well.
She watched the young girl stare at her cup of juice, willing it closer to her reach, the faint purple glow around the sippy cup glowing brighter the more the little girl concentrated. Her daughter was the only one of her children to share her gift; at least, she was the only one who showed it as strongly as she did when she was a child. Her boys were far too much like their father to be naturally gifted in psychic energy without years of training, but her little girl? She was her mother's perfect psychic princess.
"When's daddy coming back?" Her baby girl asked when one of her brothers took pity on her and slid the cup into her reach.
"Soon, sweetheart," Anabel said, and she knew it was true. She could feel him, even in the dream—that bright, steady presence that had always cut through her psychic noise like a beacon.
As if summoned by thought alone, the door opened.
Ash stepped inside, older now, with laugh lines around his eyes and Pikachu perched on his shoulder out of long habit. He was carrying grocery bags and wearing an apron that said "World's Okayest Cook," which someone had clearly given him as a joke.
"I'm home!" he called out, and the children erupted.
They descended upon him like a pack of Lillipups, all talking at once, grabbing at his legs, demanding attention. Ash laughed, that same wonderful laugh she'd fallen in love with, and somehow managed to set down the groceries without dropping anything or stepping on anyone.
Their oldest was hanging off the tall mans neck the 8 year old's feet dangling off the ground as his father carried him like a kangeskhan would her kit, their middle child clung to his leg talking a mile a minute about how he made everyone breakfast, and Ash, her sweet, kind, patient Ash smiled and told the boy how proud he was of him.
"Alright, alright! One at a time!" he said, but he was grinning as he scooped up the youngest and settled her on his hip, the little girl's smile radiant as she was hoisted off the ground. "Did you all behave for your mom?"
A chorus of "Yes!" that was probably only partially truthful.
Ash's eyes found Anabel's across the chaos, and something in her chest settled. That look was full of love, partnership, and the comfortable intimacy of years spent together. It was everything she'd never known she wanted.
"Sorry, I'm a little late. The grocery stores are a real killer this time of day! Everyone chose the same time to go shopping, I guess!" He crossed to her, navigating the obstacle course of toys with practiced ease, and kissed her forehead. "Rough day?"
"Not anymore," Anabel said softly. This was what she'd never had growing up. The overwhelming, beautiful chaos of a family that loved each other. "Im just so happy right now."
Ash smiled as he leaned in and kissed her gently, just a peck, as their children groaned at their flirting, but to Anabell, it meant more than anything she could describe with words.
She'd been ostracized as a child. Her parents hadn't known how to handle a daughter who could feel their every emotion and who knew their thoughts before they spoke them. Her psychic gifts had set her apart, made her different in ways that pushed other children away before she even understood why.
So she pulled back, choosing to remain silent as her own decision, if it meant she could avoid the burn of rejection. She'd grown up in quiet houses with quiet people, learning to make herself small, to suppress her abilities, to apologize for existing.
With Ash, she'd always felt at peace. His mind was different, bright and uncomplicated, and so genuinely kind that being near him didn't hurt. He didn't fear her abilities; more than that, he accepted her and them, seeing her powers as just a part of her entire being, one aspect of the many that made her unique.
And their children, she could feel them even in the dream, little psychic sparks of personality and potential. They'd inherited her gifts, but they wouldn't grow up alone. They'd have siblings. Friends. A father who would teach them to be brave and kind. A mother who would teach them to control their abilities without being ashamed of them.
"Anabel?" Ash said, and she realized he was looking at her with gentle concern. "You okay? You've got that far-away look."
She smiled, crossing to him and wrapping her arms around him and their children, completing the circle. "I'm perfect. Just thinking about how lucky I am."
"We're the lucky ones," Ash said, and he meant it. She could feel the truth of it radiating from him, warm and steady and real.
" Mom and dad are flirting again," one of the children said into their cereal, a chorus of laughter filling the dining table as their siblings joined.
"Well, what if I am?" Ash said good-naturedly as he pulled Anabell's chair closer to him, her blush radiating as his large, manly hands brushed her cheek as he pulled her into a kiss, one whose passion made her toes curl and her tongue tingle. "If we weren't flirting so much, you guys wouldn't be getting that new sister you've said you wanted!"
Anabell blushed at the words, and for a brief moment, she mentally reached out to her husband to see what he meant, and suddenly she was no longer sitting at her kitchen table surrounded by her children's laughter, but in her marriage bed with her husband.
Images flashed in her mind, ghosts of sensations she would feel, memories of each time he would take her. He was going to ravish her, make her his the same way he did nearly every night. His mother would come over today for a surprise visit he had planned, take the children out for the day, and they would have the whole afternoon alone.
Anabel stared into Ash's kind eyes and saw everything he was going to do to her, and she couldn't imagine wanting something more in her life than to let him drag her to their bedroom and not let her out until she couldn't walk or remember her whole name.
"Come on, honey, you should finish your breakfast," her husband, her sweet, innocent, ravishing, devoted husband, said as he cut pieces of French toast for their youngest." We've got a big day ahead of us."
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Mom!" their oldest son said, the distant beep of the oven clock in her ear distracting Anabell from the ache in her body." Dad says you should eat up so you have the strength you need!"
"Yeah, sweetie, you're gonna need to keep your strength up." Her husband leaned into her, his voice sending electricity up her spine and fire burning between her thighs as he leaned into her, the buzzing of the clock becoming louder and louder as Ash's lips lingered on Anabell's." We wouldn't want you to burn out too quickly, would we?"
She woke in her quarters at the Battle Tower, alone in the dark, the grey rays of the sun bleeding through the lines of her blackout curtains. For a moment, the loss of that dream was almost physical. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the ache of missing something she'd never had, something that never existed. She could almost taste her coffee, or smell the burnt French toast her son had made her, could still hear her daughter hum the credits song to her favorite cartoon.
But like so many times before, when a dream got too vivid and too much for her to handle, Anabel calmed herself, took a deep breath, and centered her mind. When her heart returned to normal, she reached out with her abilities, just a gentle brush of awareness, and felt him.
He was home, so close and yet so far away.
Anabel sat up slowly, pulling her knees to her chest. She had many vivid dreams in her life, but this one felt different. less like a figment of her imagination or her psychic powers bleeding through her mental barriers, and more like a future that could be real if she were brave enough to reach for it.
Ananbel looked at her hand, feeling the phantom weight of her wedding ring. She'd spent so much of her life being careful. Keeping her distance because closeness meant pain, meant feeling too much, meant being hurt by people who didn't understand.
But Ash had never hurt her. Had never made her feel like her abilities were something to fear or suppress. With him, she could be Anabel. Not the Salon Maiden. Not the psychic prodigy. Just herself.
So, for the messy, chaotic life she knew she wanted, Anabell made a choice, one she will look back on with a smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks.
She was going to Pallet Town.
Gladion: Okay, but a serious question
Gladion: Should we be worried about his safety?
Sawyer: Like he's out numbered 8 to 1
Goh: 8 to 1, we know about
Brock: Fine odds for a Pokémon master
Max: Are you serious?
Cilan: You're not even a little worried?
Richie: I'm too impressed to be worried
Brock: Like, start a cult in his honor and worship the ground he walks on, impressed
Brock: like holy crap
Kiawe: I got to raise my standards.
Kiawe: I can be doing so much more with my life.
Sawyer: What if he dies?
Brock: What a way to go
Kiawe: mood
Barry: mood
Cilan: mood
Sophocles: mood
Clemont: Yeah, cool, death by snu snu
Clemont: Wish it were me.
Clemont. But seriously, he might actually die.
Goh: We should call someone, or check on him or something?
Brock: 123 not it
Cilan: Not it
Sophocles: not it
Richie: Not it
Clemont: Not it
Clemont: Not it
Kiawe: not it
Sawyer: Not it
Paul: Pathetic
Paul: Also, not it
Gladion: As the older brother to one of the participants, I refuse to partake.
Max: Same
Goh: Not it
Brock: Thanks, Gary, for volunteering.
Brock: Your sacrifice will not be in vain.
Tracey: I mean, I could do it, I guess
Brock: Yeah, but that wouldn't be nearly as funny.
May Maple woke up feeling like a herd of Rhyhorns had run over her.
She lay completely worn out, her face pressed into a pillow that smelled of soaked linen and sex. Every muscle in her body trembled with the satisfying exhaustion from the night before and the morning that followed, until she finally collapsed as the sun rose. Her breathing was calm now, but she remembered the last moments before sleep—ragged breaths, the lingering scent of everyone in the room, the mix of sex, sweat, and words left unspoken for years. May felt the warmth of late morning sunlight through the window, and a fresh shiver ran through her thighs at the sudden emptiness she felt without Ash's presence or his hands on her.
May's mind was blissful and shattered, blank, like white noise played through a speaker in her head, but her body remembered everything. Every perfect thrust every time he held her, every time he drove her over the edge until her body couldn't take it anymore, and an exhausted sleep took her. Her legs were completely numb, unresponsive to her commands as she tried to shift in bed. Every muscle in her body ached in ways she didn't know were possible, a deep soreness that radiated from her core outward.
It had been the best night of her life.
Like, actually, though, it was weird to think about when May Maple had so many extraordinary moments and achievements in her life that she could think about. incredible sights and amazing moments, wonderful people and unforgettable victories, but the best night of her life was getting her back blown the fuck out by the boy she's had a crush on since she was 11 years old.
And he absolutely ruined her.
Next to her, Dawn slept peacefully, the content, satisfied smile plastered across her face, even in sleep. Her sweat-soaked, blue hair clung to her skin, her body glistened from undried perspiration, and her soft, well fucked curves sank into the mattress. Her thick, utterly owned body seemed to float like a cloud even as she slept. She was the picture of contentment as she lay in a pool of evidence of her utter claiming from the night before, the Sinnoh native voice shuddering as she moaned his name and her shouts as she begged for more, a stark contrast to the picture of contentment she looked now. She had better be content after what May had just watched Ash do to her. May was still shocked that the girl could bend like that.
May yawned and stretched her weary muscles, hearing the satisfying pop of her body waking up. She needed a shower, and she needed one fast, and while she was in this bed, she needed to get its sheets changed. Come to think of it, the entire bed frame of the Ketchem guest house needed to be replaced, if the awkward slant of the bed was any indication. Hope Mrs. Ketchum isn't too mad about that.
But that was a problem for future May to worry about because the smell of breakfast wafted through the Ketchum household, rich and inviting and utterly devastating to the bliss her mind was in as her stomach reacted to burning through two thousand calories in a single night.
Pancakes, bacon, eggs, someone was already up and cooking, and she was going to kiss them when she got up. May forced herself to sit up, wincing at the protest from her body. She took a moment, letting the pleasant ache settle into something manageable, before attempting to stand.
Her legs shook like a newborn Deerling's, and she almost fell over onto the floor when she attempted to grab the silk robe that looked like it belonged to Serena, but she managed to reach the familiar hallway, using the wall for support when she needed it.
She surveyed the house as she slowly moved, the overturned furniture and the wood floor glistening with sweat and other fluids, catching the near-midday sun, a silent reminder of the past days' activities.
The lampshade in the reading nook hung askew, pillows and sheets strewn into makeshift breeding nests as the unmistakable scent of sweat and perfume still lingered in the air. Empty bottles and discarded clothing marked a trail across the floor, an unmistakable path from every room in the house to the next, from the bedroom where Lillie and Serena gave their first times to ash to the bathroom, where Ash took Dawn and Lana simultaneously, as May watched enthralled as she and Mallow brought the other to climax with their hands and lips to the living room where the fun really got started.
The overturned sofa that Iris pulled down when her knees buckled, while Ash took her from behind; Misty's handprint against the fog-stained window, Lillie's hat and bra hanging off Ash's Aloha championship trophy, the pile of empty condom wrappers, on the end tables and on the coffee table on top of the stained carpet.
A lot of good memories in that room, May thought with a smile and a tingle of electricity up her spine and a spark of fire in her core.
Hopefully, even more memories to be made once she is properly fed and able to soak in a hot tub for an hour and regain the ability to walk without a limp.
Mallow and Serena were already busy in the kitchen, moving around with the same easy teamwork they'd shown that Christmas morning on Mt. Silver, when they helped Ash, Palkia, and Lugia close the portal that was draining the world's oceans. Mallow flipped pancakes—golden, fluffy, and filled with blueberries and chocolate chips as she wore the absolute cutest emerald green bra May had ever seen and a pair of shorts that had to have been Ashes—while Serena was in the same platinum white night gown she wore last night, or what remained of it after she made Ash rip it off her, as the performer made a fruit salad of oranges and melon and strawberries, and set out a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice mixed with champagne next to the muffins and golden French toasts squares on a cooling rack. In between on the kitchen island were piles of bacon and sausage, fresh strawberry and blueberry jams, and a mountain of crispy hashbrowns. Both women looked energetic and cheerful, much more put together than May felt, and utterly glowing in the late morning sun.
"Morning," May said, her voice slightly hoarse as she slid into a chair at the kitchen table.
"Morning!" Mallow chirped, far too energetic for someone who'd been through what they'd all been through. "Coffee?"
"Please," May groaned gratefully, thinking of a cup of aloha coffee doing wonders for her mental and physical well-being.
Serena and Mallow exchanged a glance and smiled before Serena turned back to May with a knowing expression.
"You know, May, I would hate to assume, but from the looks of you, I would guess you had a hell of a night last night." Serena smiled knowingly as she poured May a cup, the two brunettes exchanging knowing smiles as their fingers, not so innocently, brushed one another. "Rough night?"
"Best night," May corrected, accepting the coffee like it was a gift from Arceus himself. "But yeah. I can't feel my legs."
"Girl, same, my thighs are on fire," Mallow said as she flipped another round of pancakes onto plates and deposited them onto the table as she raised her own coffee cup to sip." But I still feel like I can climb a mountain right now."
"I feel like I roll out of bed looking like a mess, and Mallow looks like she's about to run a marathon. Girl, how do you do it?"
"A little Aloha secret," Mallow said as she picked up a bottle of traditional aloha rum that she made damn well sure Ash always had in stock whenever she made an impromptu visit over the years." A little splash of this in your coffee will wake you right up in the morning!"
May watched Serena raise her teacup to take the offered slash only to realize aloha splash and kalos splash were two completely different concepts. But far be it from May to be the only sober girl at the party and took her splash graciously and savored the rich sweetness cutting through the warmth."
"I knew I liked this girl," Serena said with a laugh as the chef extraordinaire and the queen of Kalos touched temples together." Like the big sis I always wanted
"When both your best friends are wallflowers, they need me to be extra loud to help them out." Mallow gave a cheeky smile, remembering just how loud the normal quiet pair of Lana and Lillie was the night before." Speaking of, where are those two, and where's everyone else? I've been in the zone cooking, I don't know where everyone else is."
"Lillie's in the bathtub," Serena said with a small laugh. "She's trying to get her legs working again with a hot bath."
"Smart, I needed to take a shower and wash this sweat off me," May muttered, taking a sip of the blessed caffeine to ignore the weariness of her body." Dawn's still down for the count in the bedroom, but once she finds out about the gourmet buffet you two cooked, she'll be up before we can stop her."
"Iris is sunbathing out back. She says dragons like to lie down in the sun after a great battle," Serena added with a grin. The sight of the enthusiasm and the stamina of the champion melting under the sun that was Ash Ketchum, like a stick of butter. "Looking like a smug Glameow with a belly full of cream."
May snorted into her coffee. First, that was an incredible pun—no notes. Second, it was true. Watching the confident champion act like a dragon in a mating ritual, intense and passionate, and then seeing her go from a bold Haxorus to a blushing, sputtering Axew was something else.
"Where are Misty and Lana?" May asked, noticing the absence of both water Pokémon specialists.
"Supermarket," Serena replied, sitting down across from May with her own cup of tea. "They're stocking up so no one has to leave the entire weekend."
"cold cuts, dried fruits, cookies. loaves of bread, cheese, chips, I'm gonna make a big pot of soup, anything hearty and filling. We need calorie-dense food to keep our strength up. "Mallow rattled down the list as she began cracking eggs into a mixing bowl with cream. "I figured we make a bunch of sandwiches and platters for quick refuels, and if I I'm not totally mind-broken by dinner and we can pull ourselves off of Ash for long enough, then we can have a sit-down dinner. I'm thinking some Aloha-style beef and pineapple curry and rice, maybe some fried chicken or pork chops. I'm taking pride in keeping you lot fed all week. We're getting stuffed more ways than one, ladies."
May snorted into her coffee because Arceus above what was going on this morning? It had to be the Rum. May took another sip of her coffee as Serena and Mallow prepped the omelet station because, of course, those two decided on an omelet station with peppers, mushrooms, onions, diced ham, and cheese after spending the whole previous day "making up for lost time" with the man of the hour.
"Speaking of which," May said, a thought occurring to her, "Are Misty and Lana going to pick up more condoms? Because all the ones we brought are gone."
There was a beat of silence. Serena and Mallow looked at one another, and for a moment, the three trainers from different corners of the world, brought together by the shared love of the same person, spoke without needing to share words.
"Who needs them? I'm not leaving this house until I've got a baby in me."Mallow turned from the stove, spatula in hand, a determined gleam in her eye as she whisked the eggs and cream in the mixing bowl. "If I'm not pregnant now? Then I'm gonna be by the end of the first week, trust me on that."
"Agreed." Serena nodded sagely, as if Mallow had just spoken the wisdom of the ages. " I checked my phone when I woke up, and my mom already sent me a list of approved baby names, so she already knows how this ends."
May looked at them for a moment, letting their words sink in, then a slow smile spread across her face. She realized she really liked these girls—a lot.
"Well then," May said, raising her coffee cup in a mock toast. "Here's to the weekend."
Serenas cup of tea with honey and cream, and Mallows coffee mug spiked with Rum, met Mays, as the three assembled the last pieces of their morning feast.
Somewhere in the house, she could hear Ash moving around, probably having his own crisis about his new reality. May's smile widened. Poor guy didn't stand a chance.
Not that he'd want one.
Max: Drew is texting me to see if I can help him and May get back together.
Max: How should I tell him?
Brock: F in the chat for Drew
Tracey: F
Kiawe: F
Sophocles: F
Clemont: F
Cilan: I, for one, am happy Ash is finally thinking about something beyond Pokémon battles.
Goh: I am just happy Chloe isn't involved.
Brock: *Chloe isn't involved yet
Goh: Please don't do this to me.
Gary: Well, I'm fully caught up to date with the chat
Gary: And that's enough internet for one day
Gary Oak has signed off*