Playtime For Team Rocket
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Title: Playtime For Team Rocket
File Name: playtime_for_team_rocket.txt
Author: Ghastly
Rating: XXX
Size: 31KB
Type: lemon - evil
Action: Jessie-James-Misty, NC/C
Added: 10-17-99
Read by: Racso
Description: While Misty dreams at the side of the stream she just bathed
in, Team Rocket appear. The naked form of their enemy gives
them ideas...
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Playtime For Team Rocket - by Ghastly
She giggled and did a little twirl as she approached what had now become
her bathing spot. "It's a good thing I like the water," Misty thought
to herself as she lowered herself gently into the cool stream
and began to delicately wash the mud from her body. When the last of
the mud had disolved into the crystal waters she made her way closer
to the banks and laid her back upon the cool, smooth pebbles in the
shallow waters. She closed her eyes and sighed as she enjoyed the
stimulating sensation of the water rushing over her tiny form.
She wondered how Ash and Brock were doing and pondered wether or not
she should tell them of how Ash's pokemon had kept her "entertained"
in their absence or if she should keep that as her little secret.
Tired from the days adventures she got up from the stream and walked
over to the banks to lay herself down upon the smooth pebbled shore.
The tiny stones were warmed by the early afternoon sun and felt
comforting against her cool wet flesh. She raised her arms and put
her hands behind her head and decided to take a little nap to dry in
the soft caress of warm sunlight. It was not long before she was
asleep.
Her dreams were a dizzying collage of abstract erotic images, sounds,
and sensations. There was no conscious thought just an overwhelming
urgency to surrender to the pleasures of the flesh that consumed her
body and soul. In her sleep her small hands made their way to her
sex and her fingers, slowly, gently, worked their magic between her
smooth, silky mons. In her dream sex became an entity, a lover that
wrapped around her both confining and comforting. It flowed
around her, over her, and through her bringing orgasms that were
experienced by all her senses. She felt sex in every cell of her
tight young body. She could taste sex in all the glory of its
sweetness. She could hear sex as a symphony of song, sweet and light
as a lover's kiss, sad and whistful as a lover's parting, dark and
powerful like a summer storm. She could smell sex as a field of
wildflowers, as a cool ocean breeze, as a forest after a heavy rain.
And she could see sex as a blaze of colour that the waking eye would
be blinded to. There was no past, there was no future, there was only
the joyous now.
Misty woke to the sound of her own sweet, soft moaning. Her fingers
were still unconsciously at play. With a smile, a laugh, and a sigh
she slowly opened her eyes.
Her startled gasp was silenced by a leather gloved hand that tighly
clamped itself over her mouth. She recognized the two people standing
over her. Jessie, who was holding her silent, and James who clasped a
single red rose delicately between his forefinger and thumb.
"Prepair for trouble," said Jessie, her voice both melodious and
menacing.
"And make it double," echoed James as he leered cruely at her naked
body.
Misty's struggles were quickly brought to a halt by the threatening
placement of Jame's boot on her delicate, slender throat. He didn't
apply any pressure. He didn't have to, she knew he could and would
if she resisted so she surrendered herself to her fate.
"Smart girl," James sneered as he pressed down ever so slightly upon
her windpipe. "Do as we say and you won't get hurt... much."
Jessie leaned forward and whispered in the girls ear, "Now, if I take
my hand away, you'll continue to be a good little girl, won't you."
Misty nodded her head in agreement. Her eyes, wide with fear, told Team
Rocket that she would not resist them.
"Good girl," whispered Jessie. She stuck out her tounge and gently licked
Misty's tiny ear as she removed her hand from the young girl's mouth.
Misty shuddered as she did so. She was repulsed to have such intimate
contact with another female, yet strangely found her self also aroused.
Jessie stood up and began to look her helpless captive over. Misty
modestly tried to cover her tiny breasts with one hand and her
sex with the other. Her teary eyes were shut to hide her humiliation
from the penetrating stares of her captors and her cheeks burned crimson.
"Hands at your sides," ordered James, emphasizing his point with a little
more pressure from the toe of his boot. "Now is not the time for modesty."
"Indeed it is not," agreed Jessie as she watched the girl reluctantly
obey James's order. "We could hear your moaning and groaning a mile
away, and imagine our suprise when we followed the sound to find you,
lying naked on the ground, masterbating without shame for the whole
world to see."
Misty began to cry. She wanted to explain she was sleeping but she
knew it wouldn't matter. She had to admit to herself that even if she
were awake there would be a good chance that they would have
come across her masterbating anyways. She'd never felt so humiliated
in all her life. "Of all the people to find me so, why them?" she asked
herself.
"Meowth! You were certainly working that little pussy," she heard
a familiar voice say. "and believe me, when it comes to pussies,
I'm somewhat of an expert."
"Oh not Meowth, too." she though as she opened her eyes. The pokemon's
voice seemed to come from at her feet but with her neck pinned down under
Jame's boot she wasn't able to see him. Then she felt the tiny paws
on her ankles, pushing her legs apart as they slowly traveled up her
calves, past her knees, along her thighs before coming to a stop just
below her groin. Misty did nothing more than wimper and cry to impede
the pokemon's progress. She bawled loudly as she felt the rough, feline
tounge slide between her mons and over her swollen clit.
"MMmmm, that's some prime pussy," Meowth laughed crudely and was joined
in his cruel mirth by his companions.
Jessie raised her foot and began to lightly stroke the erect nipple
of Misty's right breast with the stiletto heel. She smiled at the
captive girl who was biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
"As much as we'd like to continue enjoying the view," she said as
she continued to play with the girl's tiny breast. "We're really
only here for the Pikachu. So why don't you save us a lot of trouble
by telling us where it is and we'll let you get back to your fun."
Misty shook her head quickly in protest. "I don't know where Pikachu
is," she answered in a quick, paniced voice.
Jessie ground her stiletto heel sharply into the young girl's nipple
and laughed as the girl screamed out.
"My you've got such a lovely singing voice," she said with a wicked
smile, "I could listen to you all day. But alas, we're very busy
so tell us where the Pikachu is and we'll be off."
Misty gasped for her breath, overwhelmed by the painful stimulation
of her tiny nipple. She sobbed as the pain subsided and noticed
it being replaced by a throbbing tingle in her crotch. "Oh no,"
she thought, "how can I be turned on by this... by them?"
"Honest," she answered between sobs, "I don't know where Pikachu is."
She looked up at Jessie with pleading eyes and felt her soul freeze
with the icy glare that was returned to her.
Jessie dug her heel once more into the young girl's breast and delighted
in the scream that was offered as reward.
"Please," cried Misty, "please, I'm telling the truth. Ash and Brock went
into town, Pikachu went with them. I stayed behind... " She paused to
consider how to finish that sentance. Should she tell them she stayed
behind because she had no clothes? "I stayed behind because I wanted
some privacy, to take a bath. When I finished bathing I laid down upon
the shore and took a nap."
"Do you think she's telling the truth?" James asked Jessie. He looked
down at the helpless, crying girl, then up into his companion's eyes.
Between the naked young body under his foot and the cruel, gleeful
expression on his companion's face James was in heaven. To him, Jessie
never looked more beautiful than when she was domineering and in control.
His cock was pressing so hard against the tight fabric of his pants
that it almost ached and the discomfort of his confined arousal only
further lent itself to his excitement.
Jessie smiled and winked at her partner, then pressed her heel into
the captive girl's tiny breast once more. She licked her lips as
she savoured the girl's scream, never once taking her eyes off James's.
"Please," begged Misty, "please, stop. I've told you the truth. Please
let me go."
Jessie beamed gleefully at James and withdrew her foot from the
tortured youth. "Yes, James, I think she's telling us the truth.
We'll just have to wait for that little runt to return with the
Pikachu."
James smiled at his partner. "Whatever will we do to pass the time?"
he asked already well aware of what the answer would be.
Jessie looked down at the helpless Misty who lay crying at her feet.
"Why look James, here's a lovely little dolly we can play with."
Misty cried loudly. She knew exactly what sort of play they had in
mind. Yet as horrified as she was to be subjected to such humiliation
at the hands of Team Rocket she was also secretly thrilled by
the thought of James and Jessie using her for their pleasure. Misty had
never considered sex with another female before and while she was at
first repulsed by Jessie's crude innuendoes she was also becoming
aroused by her own curiosities. She looked up at Team Rocket with
her pleading, teary eyes. She felt their leers fall upon her tender,
vulnerable flesh like burning coals. She was genuinely terrified
but at the same time eager for her ordeal to begin.
James took his foot off the girl's throat and she let out a gasp
as she drew in an unconfined breath. He reached down and grabbed
Misty roughly by her topknot and pulled her to her feet. Misty
screamed and grabbed James tightly around his wrist as she scrambled
to gain her balance.
"Now are you going to be a good dolly," he asked, bending down to look
her directly in her eyes, "and let us play as we wish with you
or are you going to be a bad dolly who needs to be punished?"
Misty cried tears of humiliation as she forced herself to answer,
"I'll be a good dolly." She averted her eyes from Jame's cruel stare.
"Very well," said James as he tossed his rose dramatically into the air
and struck a flourished pose.
"Let the games begin," said Jessie striking an equally theatrical stance.
With a quick fluid motion the pair pulled their clothes from their
bodies and tossed them into the air. They fell past Misty's face
blocking the duo from her view and when she next saw them she gave
a shocked gasp.
Jessie stood before her wearing a tight leather corsette. The mid
afternoon sun reflected brightly off its shiny surface. The back of it
was completely open and criss-crossed with thin leather laces.
Jessie's impressive breasts were pushed up and together by a small
piece of leather material that left her delicious red nipples and
nearly 3/4 of her ample breasts fully exposed. Jessie still had on the
tight leather thigh-high Team Rocket boots and the black leather
Team Rocket gloves that came nearly to her shoulders. In her gloved
hand she held a cruel looking, cat-of-nine-tails. Misty's eyes
traveled down Jessie's lovely body and came to rest upon her groin.
The girl's eyes widened as she spied the dark, black, large rubber
penis that was held in place between Jessie's legs with studded
black leather straps. She shuddered to think what role it might
have in their playtime.
Next she turned her gaze towards James who was also still wearing his
Team Rocket boots and gloves. But in addition he wore a studded,
black leather harness whose straps converged across his chest upon
a large, brass ring. One strap ran along the centre of his belly to
another brass metal ring that tightly encircled the base of his penis
and testicles, lifting his erect genitals obscenely. Her eyes drank in
the delicate, erotic beauty of Jame's smooth, hairless body confined
in its leather harness. His costume was not nearly as domineering
as Jessie's but was still very intimidating.
Meowth jumped into view and perched himself on a large rock at
the edge of the stream. "Oh boy!" exclaimed the feline pokemon,
"It's showtime. Man, I never get tired of this." The pokemon's
leering presence made Misty all the more uncomfortable.
"How shall we play with our dolly first?" Jessie asked as she
repeatedly swung the handle of the cat into her open gloved hand.
Misty jumped nervously with each loud leather slap.
"Might I make a suggestion sweet mistress?" asked James as he
bowed respectfully before his companion.
"Suggest away," said Jessie, never taking her eyes off Misty's
timid form.
"Well, it would seem to me that we interupted her playtime when
we got here. Maybe it would be best if we allowed her to finish
before we begin to play," James offered.
Jessie tapped the handle of the cat gently against the side of
her chin as she gave the appearance of pondering Jame's suggestion.
"I suppose that would only be polite," she said after a brief pause.
"Very well," she addressed her play doll, "you may continue with
your playtime before we have ours."
Misty gently shook her head as a puzzled expression came to her face.
"I don't understand?" she said.
"You were playing with yourself when we got here," replied Jessie
in the weary tone a frustrated adult might use to explain something
to a confused child, "so finish playing with yourself so that we
might play with you."
Misty's face burned red with embarassment. She modestly brought her
hands together over her chest and shook her head in protest. Mentally
she couldn't face the humiliation of being forced to masturbate infront
of Team Rocket, physically her body ached excitedly at the prospect
of such humiliation.
"No please, it's too embarassing," she pleaded.
With lightning speed Jessie struck out with the cat-of-nine-tails
and laid a trail of multiple red welts across Misty's exposed belly.
Misty screamed and moved her hands to protect her stomach leaving
her tiny breasts open for another assualt from Jessie's cat.
"Yes!" screamed Meowth from his perch on the rock, "my favorite part
of the show. Work that cat baby!"
Jessie spun on her heels and laid an icy glare upon the pokemon.
Meowth hung his head submissively and became silent.
Misty cried in loud sobs as she gingerly rubbed the angry red
welts that criss-crossed her small breasts and tight, flat tummy.
Jessie once again turned her attention to her captive sex-toy.
"Just so you don't misunderstand," she hissed, "that was an
order, not a suggestion. Play with yourself, now!"
Misty slowly, shyly, brought her hand to her crotch and began to
stroke her throbbing clit.
"Squat!" ordered James as he put his hand on the girl's shoulder
and forced her down.
Misty closed her eyes and sobbed as she squated before Team Rocket,
her knees wide apart giving them a clear view of her sex as she
furiously worked it with one hand while the other was placed on
the ground behind her for support. Her body began to tingle
with excitement as her crys turned into moans. The amused laughter
of her companions further aroused the young girl as she was forced
to perform for their pleasure and hers. She bit her bottom lip and
began to whine as she drew ever closer to orgasm.
"Now that's the way to pet a pussy," laughed Meowth, enjoying the
show.
Misty opened her eyes and cast a pleading glance up at her captors.
They returned her glance with one of amused cruelty that was both
lovely and fearsome to behold. She shut her eyes tightly and let
out a long, loud scream as her body exploded with pleasure.
She continued to rub her clit and cried as wave after wave of
orgasm shook her tiny body. Finally she stopped and sat exhausted
on the smooth pebbled beach. The heat of the sun-warmed stones
against her wet sex sent a shockwave of tingles through her body.
She sobbed, then sighed with deep satisfaction.
"Bravo!" said James, "you put on quite the show." He smiled at
the girl and clapped his hands together in a slow cadence of
approval.
"Indeed," said Jessie as she stroked the nipple of her left breast
lightly with the leather strands of her cat. "you should be proud
of yourself. You performed like a real pro." Jessie let out a long
whistful sigh, "why I haven't been this horny in weeks."
Misty bowed her head, shamed by having performed so intimate an act
infront of her two enemies, but at the same time she did feel a sense
of pride in the quality of her performance. Knowing that she aroused
the couple made her feel sexy and gave her a sense of power and control
in a situation where she otherwise had none.
"Now that it's our turn to play, what game should we play with our little
fuck-doll first, sweet mistress?" James asked his partner without
taking his penetrating gaze off the young girl sitting submissively
before him.
"Well, she seems to know her way around a pussy," said Jessie as she
narrowed her eyes aggresively at the young girl. "Let's see if she
knows her way around a cock."
Jessie turned around, walked several paces away from the girl then
turned back and sharply ordered the girl, "come here slut and suck
your mistress's lovely cock."
Misty rose to approach her cruel mistress and quickly found herself
falling hard upon her small, tender buttox, compliments of James's
forceful shove.
"You impudent whore!" he shouted angrily at the confused and
frightened girl. "Did the mistress tell you you could walk?
Crawl you slut, crawl to your mistress."
Misty left a trail of tears as she slowly crawled across the pebbled
beach towards Jessie, her head lowered in shame. As she passed James
she felt the sting of his gloved hand striking the soft flesh of
her tight young ass.
"Look up at your mistress, you whore. Show your mistress the worship
in your eyes," he commanded.
Jessie smiled a cruel, cold smile as Misty raised her tiny head
and looked her up at her with her large, teary, green eyes. She drank
in the young girl's fear and humiliation like sweet spring wine.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, "I shall always think of you like this. So
submissive, so lovely, on your hands and knees with tears glistening
on your sweet young cheeks. Come to me, come suck my cock."
Misty felt herself thrill at Jessie's words as she crawled nervously
towards her mistress. She knelt at her feet and stared at the large
black strap-on that stood bobbing gently before her face. Then she
turned a pleading glance up towards Jessie as if seeking permission
to begin her act of degridation.
"Suck," Jessie ordered.
Misty took the large, rubber phallus in both hands then slowly lowered
her mouth upon it. She let out a startled gasp as Jessie grabbed her
roughly by the ears and began to savagely fuck her face with the cruel
sex-toy.
"I said suck!" the leather-clad dominatrix yelled as she furiously pumped
the dildo in and out of the girl's mouth.
Obscene slurpling noises escaped Misty's mouth as she sucked hard upon
the rubber cock that assaulted her face. Jessie began to moan as she
stepped up the intensity of her fucking. Hearing her mistress moan
increased the submissive girl's excitement and she found herself
confessing her arousal with tiny wimpers and whines. Misty desperately
wanted to finger her clit while her mistress fucked her face but dared
not do so without her mistress's approval.
"What are you waiting for darling," said Jessie as she turned
her gaze towards James who stood nearby watching with great
interest. "Get over here and fuck this little slut."
Misty spread her legs apart in anxious anticipation of Jame's
penetration. She looked up into the face of her mistress, expressing
her thankfulness with her eyes.
James quickly took his position behind the young girl and slid his
erect member into her tight, drenched pussy.
Misty's moan of pleasure was muffled by the rubber cock that was
furiously pumping her sweet young mouth. She did her best to fuck
back at Jame's intruding penis while Jessie maintained a tight
grip on her head and savagely fucked her face.
Jessie was the first to come, her screams of extacy echoed through
the forest as she held the girl tightly and forced the rubber cock
down her throat. When her orgasm was spent she withdrew from the
girl's mouth and sat back on a rock to regain her strength and to
enjoy the view of her partner and Misty in their carnal embrace.
She placed her hands on her hips and unfastened the straps that
held her cruel sex-toy in place. It fell to the ground and lay
glistening at her feet. She sighed as she enjoyed the sensation of
the cool air against her wet, smooth, hairless pussy. Meowth came
to sit beside her.
"You certainly gave that little bitch a good face fucking,"
he laughed.
Jessie growled like some primal beast and struck the crude little
pokemon with the back of her gloved hand, sending him flying through
the air and into the stream. Meowth emerged soaked and sputtering
and slunk silently to another rock and took a seat to quietly watch the
rest of the show.
James held Misty's slender hips in a iron grip as he furiously pumped
his cock in and out of her tiny pussy. Misty pushed back against
James with each thrust and cried out passionately. In a few minutes
the pair had climaxed together.
James withdrew from the girl and laid his back upon the pebbled beach.
The tight brass ring around his genitals allowed him to
maintain his erection even after an orgasm. His penis stood upright
like some obscene sundial.
Misty remained on her hands and knees, gasping for breath between her post
orgasmic sobs.
"Well, you certainly know your way around a cock, don't you?" Jessie
said as she stood and walked over to the young girl.
Not looking up Misty answered, "thank you for your kind words mistress."
"Not at all dear slut," Jessie answered in a blase voice. "You certainly
earned them and now I will show you that your mistress can be both
cruel and sweet. I shall give you a reward."
Misty looked up into her mistress's lovely blue eyes. "A reward?" she
asked.
"Indeed, a reward," explained Jessie. "I can read you like a book, my
dear. Any good Dom can read the desires of her Subs. I can sense
a curiosity that is burning in your mind right now. I'll allow
you to indulge it."
She walked over to James and knelt beside him. She took his quivering
tool in her gloved hand and gentley stroked it. James shuddered with
pleasure. Then she paused and reached down and unfastened a hidden
catch on the brass cock-ring, freeing James's genitals from their bondage.
James gasped with appreciation. "Pillow, James," she ordered in a sweet
soft voice.
James rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs wide apart. His hard
cock was pressed flat against the warm stones of the beach, vulnerable
and exposed between his legs. Jessie laid down upon her back between
Jame's legs, resting her lovely head upon his firm, tight buttox.
With one hand she reached behind her and playfully fondled James's
penis, with the other she beconed for Misty. "You know what you want
to do," she said with a suggestive smile.
Jessie didn't have to tell her what to do, her own heart was
already telling her. She crawled over to her mistress and laid her
tiny body down atop Jessie's. Slowly, tenderly, she lowered her lips
in a sweet soft kiss and gentley explored Jessie's mouth with her
tounge. Jessie gently grabbed the girls head in her free hand while
continuing to manipulate James's organ with the other, and returned
the girl's deep kiss.
"Mmmmmm," Misty moaned, thrilled at the flood of emotions and sensations
that washed over her body and soul. She timidly ran her hands down from
Jessie's shoulders to her firm, round breasts. Misty was always
disappointed that her own breasts never developed. "I guess my sisters
got the boobs and I got the brains," she used to tell herself
in consolation. Now she excitedly explored the full, feminine breasts
of her lovely mistress. She broke off her kiss and gave a deep, pleading
look into Jessie's eyes. Jessie smiled and nodded and Misty slowly made
her way down Jessie's body, planting sweet soft kisses along the way.
She kissed her cheeks, her lips, her chin, down her throat, along her
shoulders then down her sternum before pausing above the erect red
nipple of Jessie's left breast.
Lightly pinching and stroking the nipple of Jessie's right breast
she planted a sweet, soft kiss upon the nipple of the left. Then she
stuck out her tounge to gentley lick it before finally sucking the
nipple into her mouth. She thrilled to feel the erect nipple grow
even harder as she stimulated it orally and beamed with pride when
Jessie rewarded her with moans of pleasure. She sucked and played
with the lovely breasts for a time immesurable before resuming
her journey towards Jessie's sex.
She planted a row of soft kisses along the centre of Jessie's firm,
flat tummy then paused above her hairless slit. She breathed in the
musky scent of her mistress's sex then slowly brought her mouth down.
She remembered that time in the haunted cabin when Ash had pleasured
her with oral sex and used that and her own experience masturbating
to guide her in her efforts to pleasure her mistress. She sucked
and licked at Jessie's swollen clit while probing her silky folds
with the fingers of one hand and pleasuring her own clit with the
fingers of the other. She used Jessie's moans and encouragements to
judge what her mistress liked. Jessie began to fondle James's cock
more aggressively as she felt her orgasm drawing nearer. James
began to moan and groan loudly as his mistress played with him.
He enjoyed the way the soft hair of her head felt when it rested
upon his ass. His eyes were closed tight and he bit his lower lip
and trembled as he concentrated on holding back his orgasm.
He didn't want to come before his mistress. Misty too was on the
brink of orgasm, not sure how much longer she could hold out
before her pleasure consumed her. She sucked furiously on Jessie's
clit while plunging her fingers deeply into the depths of her
steamy, wet pussy.
Jessie's orgasmic scream was the cue her two lovers were waiting
for, both surrendered instantly to the intensity of their own
pleasures. Jessie smiled as she felt James's hot cum spraying
beneither her.
The trio collapsed together exhausted, savouring their post
orgasmic bliss. They soon dozed off into a blistful slumber
wrapped in the heat of the afternoon sun.
From his rocky perch Meowth looked upon the lovely nude forms
cuddled together in sleep. "Man!" he exclaimed, "It's times
like these when I really wish I was anatomically correct."
In the end he decided to stretch out on his back and enjoy a little
cat-nap in the afternoon sun.
It was shortly before sunset when Misty was wakened by a confused
Pikachu, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle.
"Pika?" queried the pokemon.
"Do me a favour," Misty whispered her request to the puzzled Pikachu.
"Go hide in the bushes for awhile."
"Bulba, bulbasaur, saur!" protested Bulbasausr sternly.
"Trust me," pleaded Misty, "it will be alright."
The three pokemon silently confered with one another before finally
going off into some nearby bushed to hide.
Misty looked upon the sleeping forms of Jessie and James. They looked
so beautiful and peaceful in the dieing rays of the day's sun.
She crawled up to gaze down upon Jessie's beautiful face then lowered
her head to wake her with a kiss.
"Mmmmmm," Jessie moaned as she kissed Misty back.
Misty and Jessie both sat up.
"Can I ask a favour of you, Jessie?" Misty asked taking Jessie's hand
in hers.
"I suppose so," Jessie answered.
"Would you please leave before Ash and Brock get here," she pleaded.
"We'll meet again and you'll have plenty of other opportunities to
try and capture Pikachu, but I really don't want the beauty of what
we shared together to be spoiled by a fight."
"Very well," said Jessie in a voice full of soft sweetness. "I can
understand your feelings. We'll be on our way now." She leaned
forward and gave Misty a deep, tender kiss. "Until we meet again."
Jessie slapped James sharply upon his ass to wake him.
"Ow!" shrieked James, "what did you do that for, I was sleeping."
"C'mon, lover," she said as she rose to her feet and began to gather
her clothes. "It's time to hit the road."
"But what about Pikachu?" whined James as he looked about for
his own Team Rocket uniform.
"Another day," said Jessie as she began to get dressed.
In a few minutes Misty was waving goodbye to Team Rocket as they went
off through the forest.
A few hours later as the sun began to dip below the horizon Ash
and Brock made their way back to camp to find Misty, Pikachu,
Bulbasaur, and Squirtle sitting around the campfire.
"Goodnews!" shouted Ash, "we found a city not too far from here.
We've got new supplies and some new clothes for you, just like
your old ones."
He tossed a plastic bag towards Misty and she looked inside to
see a pair of cut-off jean shorts, a small yellow T-shirt, some
running shoes, socks, underwear, and even a new pair of red
suspenders.
"Your old ones looked a little stretched out of shape," said Brock
with a smile as he saw Misty examining the suspenders. "I'll make
us a special dinner then tomorrow we can head out to Puritan City."
"Why don't you go get dressed," Ash asked Misty.
Misty put the bag of clothes down on the ground beside her then
got down on her hands and knees and began to crawl over towards
Ash and Brock.
"Later," she said in a coy voice, "first I want to thank you
for buying me new clothes."
To Be Continued... (Coming soon: "Playtime For Officer Jenny")
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Title: Playtime For Team Rocket
File Name: playtime_for_team_rocket.txt
Author: Ghastly
Rating: XXX
Size: 31KB
Type: lemon - evil
Action: Jessie-James-Misty, NC/C
Added: 10-17-99
Read by: Racso
Description: While Misty dreams at the side of the stream she just bathed
in, Team Rocket appear. The naked form of their enemy gives
them ideas...
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Playtime For Team Rocket - by Ghastly
She giggled and did a little twirl as she approached what had now become
her bathing spot. "It's a good thing I like the water," Misty thought
to herself as she lowered herself gently into the cool stream
and began to delicately wash the mud from her body. When the last of
the mud had disolved into the crystal waters she made her way closer
to the banks and laid her back upon the cool, smooth pebbles in the
shallow waters. She closed her eyes and sighed as she enjoyed the
stimulating sensation of the water rushing over her tiny form.
She wondered how Ash and Brock were doing and pondered wether or not
she should tell them of how Ash's pokemon had kept her "entertained"
in their absence or if she should keep that as her little secret.
Tired from the days adventures she got up from the stream and walked
over to the banks to lay herself down upon the smooth pebbled shore.
The tiny stones were warmed by the early afternoon sun and felt
comforting against her cool wet flesh. She raised her arms and put
her hands behind her head and decided to take a little nap to dry in
the soft caress of warm sunlight. It was not long before she was
asleep.
Her dreams were a dizzying collage of abstract erotic images, sounds,
and sensations. There was no conscious thought just an overwhelming
urgency to surrender to the pleasures of the flesh that consumed her
body and soul. In her sleep her small hands made their way to her
sex and her fingers, slowly, gently, worked their magic between her
smooth, silky mons. In her dream sex became an entity, a lover that
wrapped around her both confining and comforting. It flowed
around her, over her, and through her bringing orgasms that were
experienced by all her senses. She felt sex in every cell of her
tight young body. She could taste sex in all the glory of its
sweetness. She could hear sex as a symphony of song, sweet and light
as a lover's kiss, sad and whistful as a lover's parting, dark and
powerful like a summer storm. She could smell sex as a field of
wildflowers, as a cool ocean breeze, as a forest after a heavy rain.
And she could see sex as a blaze of colour that the waking eye would
be blinded to. There was no past, there was no future, there was only
the joyous now.
Misty woke to the sound of her own sweet, soft moaning. Her fingers
were still unconsciously at play. With a smile, a laugh, and a sigh
she slowly opened her eyes.
Her startled gasp was silenced by a leather gloved hand that tighly
clamped itself over her mouth. She recognized the two people standing
over her. Jessie, who was holding her silent, and James who clasped a
single red rose delicately between his forefinger and thumb.
"Prepair for trouble," said Jessie, her voice both melodious and
menacing.
"And make it double," echoed James as he leered cruely at her naked
body.
Misty's struggles were quickly brought to a halt by the threatening
placement of Jame's boot on her delicate, slender throat. He didn't
apply any pressure. He didn't have to, she knew he could and would
if she resisted so she surrendered herself to her fate.
"Smart girl," James sneered as he pressed down ever so slightly upon
her windpipe. "Do as we say and you won't get hurt... much."
Jessie leaned forward and whispered in the girls ear, "Now, if I take
my hand away, you'll continue to be a good little girl, won't you."
Misty nodded her head in agreement. Her eyes, wide with fear, told Team
Rocket that she would not resist them.
"Good girl," whispered Jessie. She stuck out her tounge and gently licked
Misty's tiny ear as she removed her hand from the young girl's mouth.
Misty shuddered as she did so. She was repulsed to have such intimate
contact with another female, yet strangely found her self also aroused.
Jessie stood up and began to look her helpless captive over. Misty
modestly tried to cover her tiny breasts with one hand and her
sex with the other. Her teary eyes were shut to hide her humiliation
from the penetrating stares of her captors and her cheeks burned crimson.
"Hands at your sides," ordered James, emphasizing his point with a little
more pressure from the toe of his boot. "Now is not the time for modesty."
"Indeed it is not," agreed Jessie as she watched the girl reluctantly
obey James's order. "We could hear your moaning and groaning a mile
away, and imagine our suprise when we followed the sound to find you,
lying naked on the ground, masterbating without shame for the whole
world to see."
Misty began to cry. She wanted to explain she was sleeping but she
knew it wouldn't matter. She had to admit to herself that even if she
were awake there would be a good chance that they would have
come across her masterbating anyways. She'd never felt so humiliated
in all her life. "Of all the people to find me so, why them?" she asked
herself.
"Meowth! You were certainly working that little pussy," she heard
a familiar voice say. "and believe me, when it comes to pussies,
I'm somewhat of an expert."
"Oh not Meowth, too." she though as she opened her eyes. The pokemon's
voice seemed to come from at her feet but with her neck pinned down under
Jame's boot she wasn't able to see him. Then she felt the tiny paws
on her ankles, pushing her legs apart as they slowly traveled up her
calves, past her knees, along her thighs before coming to a stop just
below her groin. Misty did nothing more than wimper and cry to impede
the pokemon's progress. She bawled loudly as she felt the rough, feline
tounge slide between her mons and over her swollen clit.
"MMmmm, that's some prime pussy," Meowth laughed crudely and was joined
in his cruel mirth by his companions.
Jessie raised her foot and began to lightly stroke the erect nipple
of Misty's right breast with the stiletto heel. She smiled at the
captive girl who was biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
"As much as we'd like to continue enjoying the view," she said as
she continued to play with the girl's tiny breast. "We're really
only here for the Pikachu. So why don't you save us a lot of trouble
by telling us where it is and we'll let you get back to your fun."
Misty shook her head quickly in protest. "I don't know where Pikachu
is," she answered in a quick, paniced voice.
Jessie ground her stiletto heel sharply into the young girl's nipple
and laughed as the girl screamed out.
"My you've got such a lovely singing voice," she said with a wicked
smile, "I could listen to you all day. But alas, we're very busy
so tell us where the Pikachu is and we'll be off."
Misty gasped for her breath, overwhelmed by the painful stimulation
of her tiny nipple. She sobbed as the pain subsided and noticed
it being replaced by a throbbing tingle in her crotch. "Oh no,"
she thought, "how can I be turned on by this... by them?"
"Honest," she answered between sobs, "I don't know where Pikachu is."
She looked up at Jessie with pleading eyes and felt her soul freeze
with the icy glare that was returned to her.
Jessie dug her heel once more into the young girl's breast and delighted
in the scream that was offered as reward.
"Please," cried Misty, "please, I'm telling the truth. Ash and Brock went
into town, Pikachu went with them. I stayed behind... " She paused to
consider how to finish that sentance. Should she tell them she stayed
behind because she had no clothes? "I stayed behind because I wanted
some privacy, to take a bath. When I finished bathing I laid down upon
the shore and took a nap."
"Do you think she's telling the truth?" James asked Jessie. He looked
down at the helpless, crying girl, then up into his companion's eyes.
Between the naked young body under his foot and the cruel, gleeful
expression on his companion's face James was in heaven. To him, Jessie
never looked more beautiful than when she was domineering and in control.
His cock was pressing so hard against the tight fabric of his pants
that it almost ached and the discomfort of his confined arousal only
further lent itself to his excitement.
Jessie smiled and winked at her partner, then pressed her heel into
the captive girl's tiny breast once more. She licked her lips as
she savoured the girl's scream, never once taking her eyes off James's.
"Please," begged Misty, "please, stop. I've told you the truth. Please
let me go."
Jessie beamed gleefully at James and withdrew her foot from the
tortured youth. "Yes, James, I think she's telling us the truth.
We'll just have to wait for that little runt to return with the
Pikachu."
James smiled at his partner. "Whatever will we do to pass the time?"
he asked already well aware of what the answer would be.
Jessie looked down at the helpless Misty who lay crying at her feet.
"Why look James, here's a lovely little dolly we can play with."
Misty cried loudly. She knew exactly what sort of play they had in
mind. Yet as horrified as she was to be subjected to such humiliation
at the hands of Team Rocket she was also secretly thrilled by
the thought of James and Jessie using her for their pleasure. Misty had
never considered sex with another female before and while she was at
first repulsed by Jessie's crude innuendoes she was also becoming
aroused by her own curiosities. She looked up at Team Rocket with
her pleading, teary eyes. She felt their leers fall upon her tender,
vulnerable flesh like burning coals. She was genuinely terrified
but at the same time eager for her ordeal to begin.
James took his foot off the girl's throat and she let out a gasp
as she drew in an unconfined breath. He reached down and grabbed
Misty roughly by her topknot and pulled her to her feet. Misty
screamed and grabbed James tightly around his wrist as she scrambled
to gain her balance.
"Now are you going to be a good dolly," he asked, bending down to look
her directly in her eyes, "and let us play as we wish with you
or are you going to be a bad dolly who needs to be punished?"
Misty cried tears of humiliation as she forced herself to answer,
"I'll be a good dolly." She averted her eyes from Jame's cruel stare.
"Very well," said James as he tossed his rose dramatically into the air
and struck a flourished pose.
"Let the games begin," said Jessie striking an equally theatrical stance.
With a quick fluid motion the pair pulled their clothes from their
bodies and tossed them into the air. They fell past Misty's face
blocking the duo from her view and when she next saw them she gave
a shocked gasp.
Jessie stood before her wearing a tight leather corsette. The mid
afternoon sun reflected brightly off its shiny surface. The back of it
was completely open and criss-crossed with thin leather laces.
Jessie's impressive breasts were pushed up and together by a small
piece of leather material that left her delicious red nipples and
nearly 3/4 of her ample breasts fully exposed. Jessie still had on the
tight leather thigh-high Team Rocket boots and the black leather
Team Rocket gloves that came nearly to her shoulders. In her gloved
hand she held a cruel looking, cat-of-nine-tails. Misty's eyes
traveled down Jessie's lovely body and came to rest upon her groin.
The girl's eyes widened as she spied the dark, black, large rubber
penis that was held in place between Jessie's legs with studded
black leather straps. She shuddered to think what role it might
have in their playtime.
Next she turned her gaze towards James who was also still wearing his
Team Rocket boots and gloves. But in addition he wore a studded,
black leather harness whose straps converged across his chest upon
a large, brass ring. One strap ran along the centre of his belly to
another brass metal ring that tightly encircled the base of his penis
and testicles, lifting his erect genitals obscenely. Her eyes drank in
the delicate, erotic beauty of Jame's smooth, hairless body confined
in its leather harness. His costume was not nearly as domineering
as Jessie's but was still very intimidating.
Meowth jumped into view and perched himself on a large rock at
the edge of the stream. "Oh boy!" exclaimed the feline pokemon,
"It's showtime. Man, I never get tired of this." The pokemon's
leering presence made Misty all the more uncomfortable.
"How shall we play with our dolly first?" Jessie asked as she
repeatedly swung the handle of the cat into her open gloved hand.
Misty jumped nervously with each loud leather slap.
"Might I make a suggestion sweet mistress?" asked James as he
bowed respectfully before his companion.
"Suggest away," said Jessie, never taking her eyes off Misty's
timid form.
"Well, it would seem to me that we interupted her playtime when
we got here. Maybe it would be best if we allowed her to finish
before we begin to play," James offered.
Jessie tapped the handle of the cat gently against the side of
her chin as she gave the appearance of pondering Jame's suggestion.
"I suppose that would only be polite," she said after a brief pause.
"Very well," she addressed her play doll, "you may continue with
your playtime before we have ours."
Misty gently shook her head as a puzzled expression came to her face.
"I don't understand?" she said.
"You were playing with yourself when we got here," replied Jessie
in the weary tone a frustrated adult might use to explain something
to a confused child, "so finish playing with yourself so that we
might play with you."
Misty's face burned red with embarassment. She modestly brought her
hands together over her chest and shook her head in protest. Mentally
she couldn't face the humiliation of being forced to masturbate infront
of Team Rocket, physically her body ached excitedly at the prospect
of such humiliation.
"No please, it's too embarassing," she pleaded.
With lightning speed Jessie struck out with the cat-of-nine-tails
and laid a trail of multiple red welts across Misty's exposed belly.
Misty screamed and moved her hands to protect her stomach leaving
her tiny breasts open for another assualt from Jessie's cat.
"Yes!" screamed Meowth from his perch on the rock, "my favorite part
of the show. Work that cat baby!"
Jessie spun on her heels and laid an icy glare upon the pokemon.
Meowth hung his head submissively and became silent.
Misty cried in loud sobs as she gingerly rubbed the angry red
welts that criss-crossed her small breasts and tight, flat tummy.
Jessie once again turned her attention to her captive sex-toy.
"Just so you don't misunderstand," she hissed, "that was an
order, not a suggestion. Play with yourself, now!"
Misty slowly, shyly, brought her hand to her crotch and began to
stroke her throbbing clit.
"Squat!" ordered James as he put his hand on the girl's shoulder
and forced her down.
Misty closed her eyes and sobbed as she squated before Team Rocket,
her knees wide apart giving them a clear view of her sex as she
furiously worked it with one hand while the other was placed on
the ground behind her for support. Her body began to tingle
with excitement as her crys turned into moans. The amused laughter
of her companions further aroused the young girl as she was forced
to perform for their pleasure and hers. She bit her bottom lip and
began to whine as she drew ever closer to orgasm.
"Now that's the way to pet a pussy," laughed Meowth, enjoying the
show.
Misty opened her eyes and cast a pleading glance up at her captors.
They returned her glance with one of amused cruelty that was both
lovely and fearsome to behold. She shut her eyes tightly and let
out a long, loud scream as her body exploded with pleasure.
She continued to rub her clit and cried as wave after wave of
orgasm shook her tiny body. Finally she stopped and sat exhausted
on the smooth pebbled beach. The heat of the sun-warmed stones
against her wet sex sent a shockwave of tingles through her body.
She sobbed, then sighed with deep satisfaction.
"Bravo!" said James, "you put on quite the show." He smiled at
the girl and clapped his hands together in a slow cadence of
approval.
"Indeed," said Jessie as she stroked the nipple of her left breast
lightly with the leather strands of her cat. "you should be proud
of yourself. You performed like a real pro." Jessie let out a long
whistful sigh, "why I haven't been this horny in weeks."
Misty bowed her head, shamed by having performed so intimate an act
infront of her two enemies, but at the same time she did feel a sense
of pride in the quality of her performance. Knowing that she aroused
the couple made her feel sexy and gave her a sense of power and control
in a situation where she otherwise had none.
"Now that it's our turn to play, what game should we play with our little
fuck-doll first, sweet mistress?" James asked his partner without
taking his penetrating gaze off the young girl sitting submissively
before him.
"Well, she seems to know her way around a pussy," said Jessie as she
narrowed her eyes aggresively at the young girl. "Let's see if she
knows her way around a cock."
Jessie turned around, walked several paces away from the girl then
turned back and sharply ordered the girl, "come here slut and suck
your mistress's lovely cock."
Misty rose to approach her cruel mistress and quickly found herself
falling hard upon her small, tender buttox, compliments of James's
forceful shove.
"You impudent whore!" he shouted angrily at the confused and
frightened girl. "Did the mistress tell you you could walk?
Crawl you slut, crawl to your mistress."
Misty left a trail of tears as she slowly crawled across the pebbled
beach towards Jessie, her head lowered in shame. As she passed James
she felt the sting of his gloved hand striking the soft flesh of
her tight young ass.
"Look up at your mistress, you whore. Show your mistress the worship
in your eyes," he commanded.
Jessie smiled a cruel, cold smile as Misty raised her tiny head
and looked her up at her with her large, teary, green eyes. She drank
in the young girl's fear and humiliation like sweet spring wine.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, "I shall always think of you like this. So
submissive, so lovely, on your hands and knees with tears glistening
on your sweet young cheeks. Come to me, come suck my cock."
Misty felt herself thrill at Jessie's words as she crawled nervously
towards her mistress. She knelt at her feet and stared at the large
black strap-on that stood bobbing gently before her face. Then she
turned a pleading glance up towards Jessie as if seeking permission
to begin her act of degridation.
"Suck," Jessie ordered.
Misty took the large, rubber phallus in both hands then slowly lowered
her mouth upon it. She let out a startled gasp as Jessie grabbed her
roughly by the ears and began to savagely fuck her face with the cruel
sex-toy.
"I said suck!" the leather-clad dominatrix yelled as she furiously pumped
the dildo in and out of the girl's mouth.
Obscene slurpling noises escaped Misty's mouth as she sucked hard upon
the rubber cock that assaulted her face. Jessie began to moan as she
stepped up the intensity of her fucking. Hearing her mistress moan
increased the submissive girl's excitement and she found herself
confessing her arousal with tiny wimpers and whines. Misty desperately
wanted to finger her clit while her mistress fucked her face but dared
not do so without her mistress's approval.
"What are you waiting for darling," said Jessie as she turned
her gaze towards James who stood nearby watching with great
interest. "Get over here and fuck this little slut."
Misty spread her legs apart in anxious anticipation of Jame's
penetration. She looked up into the face of her mistress, expressing
her thankfulness with her eyes.
James quickly took his position behind the young girl and slid his
erect member into her tight, drenched pussy.
Misty's moan of pleasure was muffled by the rubber cock that was
furiously pumping her sweet young mouth. She did her best to fuck
back at Jame's intruding penis while Jessie maintained a tight
grip on her head and savagely fucked her face.
Jessie was the first to come, her screams of extacy echoed through
the forest as she held the girl tightly and forced the rubber cock
down her throat. When her orgasm was spent she withdrew from the
girl's mouth and sat back on a rock to regain her strength and to
enjoy the view of her partner and Misty in their carnal embrace.
She placed her hands on her hips and unfastened the straps that
held her cruel sex-toy in place. It fell to the ground and lay
glistening at her feet. She sighed as she enjoyed the sensation of
the cool air against her wet, smooth, hairless pussy. Meowth came
to sit beside her.
"You certainly gave that little bitch a good face fucking,"
he laughed.
Jessie growled like some primal beast and struck the crude little
pokemon with the back of her gloved hand, sending him flying through
the air and into the stream. Meowth emerged soaked and sputtering
and slunk silently to another rock and took a seat to quietly watch the
rest of the show.
James held Misty's slender hips in a iron grip as he furiously pumped
his cock in and out of her tiny pussy. Misty pushed back against
James with each thrust and cried out passionately. In a few minutes
the pair had climaxed together.
James withdrew from the girl and laid his back upon the pebbled beach.
The tight brass ring around his genitals allowed him to
maintain his erection even after an orgasm. His penis stood upright
like some obscene sundial.
Misty remained on her hands and knees, gasping for breath between her post
orgasmic sobs.
"Well, you certainly know your way around a cock, don't you?" Jessie
said as she stood and walked over to the young girl.
Not looking up Misty answered, "thank you for your kind words mistress."
"Not at all dear slut," Jessie answered in a blase voice. "You certainly
earned them and now I will show you that your mistress can be both
cruel and sweet. I shall give you a reward."
Misty looked up into her mistress's lovely blue eyes. "A reward?" she
asked.
"Indeed, a reward," explained Jessie. "I can read you like a book, my
dear. Any good Dom can read the desires of her Subs. I can sense
a curiosity that is burning in your mind right now. I'll allow
you to indulge it."
She walked over to James and knelt beside him. She took his quivering
tool in her gloved hand and gentley stroked it. James shuddered with
pleasure. Then she paused and reached down and unfastened a hidden
catch on the brass cock-ring, freeing James's genitals from their bondage.
James gasped with appreciation. "Pillow, James," she ordered in a sweet
soft voice.
James rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs wide apart. His hard
cock was pressed flat against the warm stones of the beach, vulnerable
and exposed between his legs. Jessie laid down upon her back between
Jame's legs, resting her lovely head upon his firm, tight buttox.
With one hand she reached behind her and playfully fondled James's
penis, with the other she beconed for Misty. "You know what you want
to do," she said with a suggestive smile.
Jessie didn't have to tell her what to do, her own heart was
already telling her. She crawled over to her mistress and laid her
tiny body down atop Jessie's. Slowly, tenderly, she lowered her lips
in a sweet soft kiss and gentley explored Jessie's mouth with her
tounge. Jessie gently grabbed the girls head in her free hand while
continuing to manipulate James's organ with the other, and returned
the girl's deep kiss.
"Mmmmmm," Misty moaned, thrilled at the flood of emotions and sensations
that washed over her body and soul. She timidly ran her hands down from
Jessie's shoulders to her firm, round breasts. Misty was always
disappointed that her own breasts never developed. "I guess my sisters
got the boobs and I got the brains," she used to tell herself
in consolation. Now she excitedly explored the full, feminine breasts
of her lovely mistress. She broke off her kiss and gave a deep, pleading
look into Jessie's eyes. Jessie smiled and nodded and Misty slowly made
her way down Jessie's body, planting sweet soft kisses along the way.
She kissed her cheeks, her lips, her chin, down her throat, along her
shoulders then down her sternum before pausing above the erect red
nipple of Jessie's left breast.
Lightly pinching and stroking the nipple of Jessie's right breast
she planted a sweet, soft kiss upon the nipple of the left. Then she
stuck out her tounge to gentley lick it before finally sucking the
nipple into her mouth. She thrilled to feel the erect nipple grow
even harder as she stimulated it orally and beamed with pride when
Jessie rewarded her with moans of pleasure. She sucked and played
with the lovely breasts for a time immesurable before resuming
her journey towards Jessie's sex.
She planted a row of soft kisses along the centre of Jessie's firm,
flat tummy then paused above her hairless slit. She breathed in the
musky scent of her mistress's sex then slowly brought her mouth down.
She remembered that time in the haunted cabin when Ash had pleasured
her with oral sex and used that and her own experience masturbating
to guide her in her efforts to pleasure her mistress. She sucked
and licked at Jessie's swollen clit while probing her silky folds
with the fingers of one hand and pleasuring her own clit with the
fingers of the other. She used Jessie's moans and encouragements to
judge what her mistress liked. Jessie began to fondle James's cock
more aggressively as she felt her orgasm drawing nearer. James
began to moan and groan loudly as his mistress played with him.
He enjoyed the way the soft hair of her head felt when it rested
upon his ass. His eyes were closed tight and he bit his lower lip
and trembled as he concentrated on holding back his orgasm.
He didn't want to come before his mistress. Misty too was on the
brink of orgasm, not sure how much longer she could hold out
before her pleasure consumed her. She sucked furiously on Jessie's
clit while plunging her fingers deeply into the depths of her
steamy, wet pussy.
Jessie's orgasmic scream was the cue her two lovers were waiting
for, both surrendered instantly to the intensity of their own
pleasures. Jessie smiled as she felt James's hot cum spraying
beneither her.
The trio collapsed together exhausted, savouring their post
orgasmic bliss. They soon dozed off into a blistful slumber
wrapped in the heat of the afternoon sun.
From his rocky perch Meowth looked upon the lovely nude forms
cuddled together in sleep. "Man!" he exclaimed, "It's times
like these when I really wish I was anatomically correct."
In the end he decided to stretch out on his back and enjoy a little
cat-nap in the afternoon sun.
It was shortly before sunset when Misty was wakened by a confused
Pikachu, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle.
"Pika?" queried the pokemon.
"Do me a favour," Misty whispered her request to the puzzled Pikachu.
"Go hide in the bushes for awhile."
"Bulba, bulbasaur, saur!" protested Bulbasausr sternly.
"Trust me," pleaded Misty, "it will be alright."
The three pokemon silently confered with one another before finally
going off into some nearby bushed to hide.
Misty looked upon the sleeping forms of Jessie and James. They looked
so beautiful and peaceful in the dieing rays of the day's sun.
She crawled up to gaze down upon Jessie's beautiful face then lowered
her head to wake her with a kiss.
"Mmmmmm," Jessie moaned as she kissed Misty back.
Misty and Jessie both sat up.
"Can I ask a favour of you, Jessie?" Misty asked taking Jessie's hand
in hers.
"I suppose so," Jessie answered.
"Would you please leave before Ash and Brock get here," she pleaded.
"We'll meet again and you'll have plenty of other opportunities to
try and capture Pikachu, but I really don't want the beauty of what
we shared together to be spoiled by a fight."
"Very well," said Jessie in a voice full of soft sweetness. "I can
understand your feelings. We'll be on our way now." She leaned
forward and gave Misty a deep, tender kiss. "Until we meet again."
Jessie slapped James sharply upon his ass to wake him.
"Ow!" shrieked James, "what did you do that for, I was sleeping."
"C'mon, lover," she said as she rose to her feet and began to gather
her clothes. "It's time to hit the road."
"But what about Pikachu?" whined James as he looked about for
his own Team Rocket uniform.
"Another day," said Jessie as she began to get dressed.
In a few minutes Misty was waving goodbye to Team Rocket as they went
off through the forest.
A few hours later as the sun began to dip below the horizon Ash
and Brock made their way back to camp to find Misty, Pikachu,
Bulbasaur, and Squirtle sitting around the campfire.
"Goodnews!" shouted Ash, "we found a city not too far from here.
We've got new supplies and some new clothes for you, just like
your old ones."
He tossed a plastic bag towards Misty and she looked inside to
see a pair of cut-off jean shorts, a small yellow T-shirt, some
running shoes, socks, underwear, and even a new pair of red
suspenders.
"Your old ones looked a little stretched out of shape," said Brock
with a smile as he saw Misty examining the suspenders. "I'll make
us a special dinner then tomorrow we can head out to Puritan City."
"Why don't you go get dressed," Ash asked Misty.
Misty put the bag of clothes down on the ground beside her then
got down on her hands and knees and began to crawl over towards
Ash and Brock.
"Later," she said in a coy voice, "first I want to thank you
for buying me new clothes."
To Be Continued... (Coming soon: "Playtime For Officer Jenny")
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Ghastly
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