Right place at the wrong time

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. I’ve been busy with stuff. Other projects, life, etc., you get the point.

Warnings: WD, M/F, suggestions of other

Wow, that’s it? I feel ashamed of myself.

So without further stalling, here’s the chapter!

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Ash awoke with a yawn, followed by a stretch. He blinked his eyes a couple times, adjusting to the low level of light in the room.

“Man....what a dream. Now, if only that could actually happen...I doubt it, but still, it’d be nice if it did.”

Moving to climb out of his bed, Ash rolled over and started to slide his feet across the mattress. He stopped when his foot came in contact with something warm.

“Is that you Pikachu? C’mon, move outta the way.” Ash moved his feet again, but got no response. He reached down to manually move his longtime friend, but what he found was something else.

Instead of the furry mass that was Pikachu when curled into a ball, Ash’s hands felt something quite less furry, not to mention rather soft. Not bothering to move the blanket that covered him so he could look, Ash traced the figure with his fingers.

Ash’s hands first outlined a set of small feet, with equally tiny toes. His hands drifted the other direction, upwards from the feet. He came to the ankle, and then the lower legs, which had some muscle from walking great distances. As his hands continued upward, Ash was pretty sure exactly what he was feeling.

Once his hands reached the tops of the legs, Ash prevented his hands from going between them. His hands then felt a toned stomach, and then...

“I guess it wasn’t a dream after all, because if it was...then I would definitely not be feeling these.” Ash’s hands stopped moving, taking their time playing with the pair of breasts that had nothing to defend against the assault.

“Well, it’s a good thing I threw this blanket over us before I completely crashed...I don’t think mom would like to see us together like this.”

A delighted moan escaped the lips of the sleeping girl, signifying that she was enjoying this, even in her sleep. That only encouraged Ash to continue on, not planning on stopping anytime soon. His fingers brushed over her nipples, which were rapidly hardening from the contact.

Striving to give her as much pleasure as possible, Ash began to roll her nipples under his fingers, while at the same time squeezing the mounds that were her breasts. As he continued to satisfy her, more moans of happiness were his reward.

Ash was persistent, and now wouldn’t even consider stopping. As his hands worked over her, the moans were replaced by a rapid succession of contented whimpers, which meant only one thing; that her orgasm was approaching. Not sure if he wanted to wake her up like this, Ash stopped his actions.

This probably wasn’t the smartest idea, because now the girl underneath him, whose orgasm was now receding, began to groan her disapproval. To quiet her down, Ash had two options: wake her up, or let her orgasm. If she were awake, then there was a chance that she’d be making even more noise to get him to allow her orgasm. Choosing the other choice, Ash returned to pleasing her body.

As soon as his hands made contact, she was silenced. Well, at least for a few moments. As Ash’s hands returned to their previous task, her pleasured moans returned. Her body shuddered, indicating that orgasm was closer than ever. He squeezed her breasts one last time, with more force than intended. His fingers quickly moved to her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive nubs. That was more than enough to push her to orgasm, as her small frame shook as every muscle in her body tensed up, then slowly relaxed.

During the extent of her orgasm, Ash continually played with her nipples, causing the orgasm to sustain for a little longer. Once the action had died down, Ash returned to his senses. As soon as he did, he felt that wonderfully intoxicating aroma hit his nostrils. He felt his mind empty as the scent continued to waft to his nose. Of all the things in the world, Ash had never experienced such an exquisite scent. He didn’t think he would find any other like it, but would soon learn otherwise.

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Downstairs, Delia and Brock were busy setting up dinner. Well, to be more accurate, Delia was doing the cooking, while Brock and Mr.Mime were competing to help. It was rather interesting to see the mime pokémon and Brock racing past one another to get what Delia requested.

Misty was much more content with sitting on the couch, talking with Max about the various pokémon that inhabited this part of the world. The boy was a genius, to say the least. He knew every thing about the Hoenn-region pokémon, from pokédex information to their preferred habitat. Though he did know some Kanto pokémon, he was thrilled at the very thought of meeting new ones.

The two had been talking for hours, and weren’t about to stop anytime soon. Being that Misty was Cerulean City’s Gym leader, she naturally preferred Water-types. From what she learned by talking with Max, there were vast amounts of water pokémon around Hoenn. That was obvious enough, though, being that Hoenn is an island. Just as Max was about to explain Kyogre, sworn enemy of Groudon, Delia called to them.

“Misty, Max, I have a little favor for you two. Can you two go get my son up? He’s been sleeping for hours.”

“No problem! I’ll go get that bum up.” Misty started to the stairs leading to the second story of the house.

“Mrs. Ketchum, might I ask why I need to go to? I mean, Ash isn’t that hard to get up.” Max stated while holding something in his pocket.

Delia only chuckled at him. “Tell me Max, have you seen your sister at all today?”

Max’s eyes lit in surprise. “No way...” He whispered before darting up the stairs. As he was going up, though, Misty heard the distinct sound of a pokéball enlarging. She looked down to her belt, but found that all six of her pokéballs were in their compact form. Misty shrugged, not caring to investigate the cause of the sound.

Even though Max had beaten Misty up the stairs by several seconds, she found that he hadn’t taken one step into the room. The door was wide open, allowing light from the hallway lighting up the room. Pikachu was still sound asleep, curled into a ball at the end of the bed. It wasn’t Pikachu that was the problem though. Max was much more concerned with the other two occupants of the bed.

Ash and May were sound asleep, and didn’t look like they were ready to get up anytime soon. Misty was the first to do anything, Max was still too shocked to even move. Misty walked over to the bed, looking down at the sleeping forms of Ash and May. At this point, Misty couldn’t have cared less for May, for very obvious reasons. Misty leaned over the sleeping girl, looking down at Ash. She pushed him lightly, trying to get him up. When he swatted her hands away, though, she lost her patience with him. She set her hand directly above his nose, ready to flick.

“Ash, if you don’t get up, then I’m going to--” Misty was cut off by Ash smacking her hand away. Misty then released her finger, flicking his nose rather painfully. If he didn’t wake up then, Misty wouldn’t know what to do. But he did wake up, holding his nose in pain.

“Ouch! What’s the big deal Misty? I get back for one day, and you’re already hitting me?” Ash rubbed his nose, which was still stinging.

Misty raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’re in the position to do anything about it, so why don’t you stop why you’re ahead?”

Ash was surprised by this. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“You leave for two years, but you haven’t changed one bit. Still as stupid as ever, what a disappointment. You’re lying in bed, under some covers, hopefully. If I hit you, it’s gonna take you a few minutes to get out. So there!” Misty flicked his nose again.

“Ouch! Stop that!” Ash rubbed his sore nose again.

“Hmm? What’s happening?” May began to waken, due to the noise from Ash and Misty’s argument.

“May? Did I wake you up? Sorry.” Ash’s voice dropped from shouting to just above a whisper.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve been asleep too long anyway.” May yawned and stretched, in a similar way that Ash did when he woke up.

“Okay, if you say so. By the way, this is Misty. I think I’ve mentioned her before at some point...” Ash looked to the ceiling, trying to remember if he had ever talked about Misty around his Hoenn friends.

“Yes, you’ve talked about her on more than one occasion. Nice to meet you Misty, I’m May.” May stretched her hand, offering a handshake. As she lifted her arm, though, the blanket that covered her fell down a bit, revealing the upper-half of May’s chest, that was still bare.

“Nice to meet you too.” Misty smiled politely. Ash was still staring at the ceiling, completely ignorant of everything and everyone around him. Misty took this time to lean down next to May and whisper in her ear.

“Just between you and me, it might be a good idea to adjust that blanket covering both of you.” May simply stared at her in shock, before looking down to see what she meant. The blanket was just barely covering her breasts, and Ash’s half was right above his waist. Her face turned a crimson red, and she shook Ash from his thoughts.

“Huh? Did I miss something?” Ash looked at May, who had a very distressed look on her face. “May? What’s wrong?”

May bit her lip, trying to remain as calm as she could. “Look down, and then ask me what’s wrong.” Ash did as she said, and found out why she was so worried. They were both naked as the day they were born, and the only blanket that was covering them was about to fall off. It wouldn’t have been such a problem if they were alone, but one of Ash’s closest friends and May’s little brother were in the same room.

Max, who had been silent up to this point, didn’t help the situation. “May? What’s going on?” Max was now by Misty’s side, staring up at his sister with a curious look on his face. But behind the curiosity, she could see he was infuriated with her current position.

“Uh, Max, can you leave the room for a second? I need to tell Misty and Ash something.” May could only hope that he’d listen.

“Why can’t you tell me?” Max’s curiosity continued to grow.

“It’s something private, that’s why.” May was doing her best to remain calm.

“Aw, come on! Just tell me! It’s not like I can tell anyone!” Max just wouldn’t stop.

“It has to do with adult things, Max.” May had to restrain from yelling back at him.

“Don’t even say that! I’m old enough!” Max wanted to know what his sister was hiding from him.

“Please Max, just listen. Please?” May was trying to avoid a fight, but it seemed inevitable now.

“Just tell me!” Max wasn’t going to stop until he knew what it was.

“I can’t!” May couldn’t help it. He wouldn’t stop, and this was going to happen sooner or later.

“Why not?!”

“Max, I already told you why! It’s private!”

Ash rested his head in his hand. It seemed that the two siblings fought over just about anything and everything. This, though, was really important; it was bad enough that May and Ash were in the same bed together, but if Max found out what they had done, then both May and Ash would be in serious trouble. After several minutes of arguing, Max finally gave up.

“You know what, forget it! It was probably something stupid anyway!” Max stormed out of the room. As soon as he did, May buried her face in her hands.

“I just wish he would listen to me a little more. If mom and dad find out about this...”

Misty had heard from Delia that Max and May had fights quite often, but nothing could have prepared her for that. She had fights with her sisters, but they were nothing compared to that. Misty didn’t even want to imagine how bad their arguments could get.

Before silence could settle on the three, Misty spoke up.

“I better go see if Delia needs anything. You two need the privacy anyway.”

Misty walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Once the door was shut, Ash rested his head against the headboard of his bed.

“What am I gonna do?” Ash said to himself as a million things ran through his head.

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Misty was sitting alone on the couch. Max was somewhere outside, and Mr.Mime had gone to retrieve him. Brock and Delia working in silence in the kitchen, not wanting to know the details of what happened upstairs.

The silence that had coated Ash’s bedroom mere minutes ago now covered the entire Ketchum residence. The only noises to be heard were in the kitchen, and that was because of the different cooking utensils clattering as they hit one another.

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Back in Ash’s room, the silence was disappearing. No, Ash and May weren’t getting dressed. They hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet, for that matter. May was back in Ash’s arms, her head resting on his chest. May loved the physical contact, and Ash could easily say the same. Though the feeling of their bodies pressed together was nice, Ash was too deep in his own thoughts to pay much attention to May.

He ran his hands up and down her back affectionately, sending tingling jolts of pleasure through her body. Even though he was doing this, May could tell Ash wasn’t there entirely. He was lost in his mind again, thinking about numerous things. Of course, knowing him, it could be anything; so really, it was impossible to try and guess what he was thinking about. May sighed, and closed her eyes, not ready to get dressed just yet.

After what seemed like an hour, Ash finally stirred from his silence. He was done thinking for now; May was being too quite, and that worried him. May wasn’t the shy type, and almost always had something to say. When she was quiet, that meant something was wrong.

“May, are you okay? You haven’t said anything.” Ash was looking down at her, waiting for a response.

“It’s nothing, really. Don’t worry about it.” May didn’t look up at him like he had hoped.

“Are you sure? It’s not like you to be this quiet.” Ash was still going to worry until he knew what was bothering her.

“Yes, I’m sure Ash. We should get up, before someone comes up here wondering what’s taking us so long.” She had changed the subject. That meant she wasn’t going to talk about it anymore, no matter what.

“Okay, if you say so. Guess we better get up then...” He rolled over, so that she was now beneath him.

“...but not before a little fun, of course.” May looked up at Ash with a surprised look on her face. Before her mind could register what he had meant, May felt his hands grab her chest. Her shocked complexion faded, and was replaced by a peaceful appearance.

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Several minutes later, Ash and May came down the stairs, with guilt written across their faces. Delia raised an eyebrow, but turned the other way before Ash could notice. Brock and Max were equally confused, not having the slightest clue what the two could have done. Misty smirked, knowing exactly what they had done.

Ash and May joined Misty on the couch, but said nothing. They would glance at each other, smile for a millisecond, then look the other way. Misty felt a grin spread across her face as she thought of the perfect way to tease them. Being that May was the closest, Misty waited for the right time. When May turned to look at Ash again, Misty leaned over, so that her mouth was right next to May’s ear.

“Have fun?” Misty whispered when May turned her head back. May jumped in surprise, but quickly turned to face Misty. Upon realizing what she meant, May began to blush a light shade red.

“No? Well, you were up there for quite a while, I was just wondering.” Misty’s words were dripping with sarcasm. May’s blush turned even darker, and could be compared with the color of her bandana.

“Okay everyone, dinner’s ready. Come grab yourselves a plate.” Delia announced to the silent group.

The meal consisted of lasagna for the main dish, with a salad for the side. Not surprisingly, all of the vegetable leaves for the salad were grown right in Delia’s garden. As for the lasagna itself, all the sauce was made at home. The noodles and cheeses were the only things that had to be bought. After everyone was served, they all managed to sit at the table.

“Thanks Mrs. Ketchum!” May and Max said in unison.

“This is great! Thanks mom!” Ash already had lasagna sauce on his shirt.

“Yum, lasagna! One of my favorites!” Misty showed more class than Ash, taking smaller portions at a time.

“I’m glad to see this came out nicely. I was worried the sauce cooked too long.” Brock was more concerned about the quality of the meal than actually eating it.

“It’s good to see you all enjoy it. Thank you for your help, Brock.” Delia began once she was sure everyone was content.

Throughout the remainder of the meal, everything proceeded as if nothing had happened earlier. There was talk about Ash’s previous adventures, and where he was heading to next. Ash was known to brag about his accomplishments, and now he took the chance to do that. He went on about how he had met all of the legendaries in Hoenn, from Latias and Latios to Deoxys.

After the meal was finished and the dishes taken care of, a state of relaxation took over the house. While waiting for the food to settle, everyone decided to watch the television for a while. An informational documentary was on with Professor Oak, which everyone found to be interesting.

At some point during the program, Misty noticed that May had gone missing. Delia was taking care of something in the kitchen, while the three boys were captivated by the TV. Misty proceeded to look for the missing girl, but had no luck. The bathrooms were empty, as were all of the beds. It seemed as if May had simply disappeared. Out of hope, Misty went to Delia.

“Delia, do you know where May might have gone?” Misty asked, looking back at the three boys who hadn’t moved a muscle.

“She went out front, if I’m not mistaken.” Of course, the last place Misty would’ve looked.

Misty went over to the front door, and slowly opened it, so as to not disturb the boys. Then again, they were so fascinated with the television she doubted they would have heard her anyways. It was a good thing Misty was being so cautious, because if she had gone out any quicker, she would have tripped over May. May was right outside the door, on the steps leading to the door.

“What are you doing out here?” May asked Misty without even looking at her.

“That’s what I should be asking you. Actually, I will. What are you doing out here?” Misty seated herself next to May.

“Nothing,” May avoided eye contact with Misty.

“Nothing? Good, then we can talk.” Misty smiled when May looked at her.

“Talk? About what?” Misty rolled her eyes.

“I guess we could start by talking about boys...or one boy to be specific.” May knew what she was getting at.

“Let me guess. Ash?” May’s face began to redden.

“Of course. So tell me, has he done anything stupid while he’s been gone?” Misty’s face began to turn as red as May’s.

“Well, he has done some pretty dangerous stuff. But he always does it for a reason.”

“He has grown up a bit then. When we traveled, he did some really stupid stuff. Like try to beat a Raichu with his Pikachu.” May laughed.

“You’re kidding me? I can’t believe he’d do that.” Both girls turned to face each other.

“Nope, he did it. Then again, he was only ten at the time. Wasn’t exactly the brightest Jolteon though. Still, he managed to win somehow, and has ever since. I don’t know how he does it.”

“I know what you mean. Way back in the beginning of Hoenn, when it was just us two, he tried to catch a wild Sudowoodo without weakening it first. It reflected the pokéball right back at him, hitting him in the face. It was kinda funny, Pikachu jumped on my shoulder before it hit him. At first I thought he was stupid, but he’s proved that wrong many times.” Misty stared at May with jealousy in her eyes.

“You got to travel with Ash alone?” Misty’s voice had changed; May couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but didn’t like the tone.

“Well, for a little bit at least. We soon met up with Brock, and when we got to Petalburg City, Max joined us.” May could tell just by Misty’s expression that she was pleased to learn that she and Ash spent little time alone together.

“You’re lucky. When we first met, he stole my bike, and then his Pikachu accidentally shocked it. I was too mad to think straight, and told him I would follow him until he paid me back. I made it a point, and never let him get far away. After a while, though, I forgot what I said about making him pay. He didn’t, though, and at the end of our Johto adventures, he gave me a new bike. I couldn’t believe it.” Misty looked away from May, a blush forming on her face.

“The first time we met, his Pikachu was sick. Professor Birch was out to help him, so I went to find him. But when I did, Team Rocket was trying to drain Pikachu’s energy. Eventually, Pikachu overloads the machine they were using, and a thunderbolt fried my bike. But he never did repay me for it. Oh well, that doesn’t matter anymore.” After May finished, no more words passed between the two girls. Before long, though, Delia opened the door, peeking her head out.

“Girls? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything. I just want to let you know we’ll be picking out dessert here in a few minutes.”

“Okay, we’ll come in.” Misty and May climbed up, and went inside.

On the table, there were numerous desserts already displayed. Different ice cream flavors, cones, and even a large glass bottle of apple cider. Misty wasn’t exactly a fan of anything that had apple-flavoring, preferring orange or lemon instead.

“Apple Cider?” Max asked, inspecting the bottle.

“That would happen to be Ash’s favorite drink. Well, it was when he was younger. I don’t know about now, though.” Delia explained, pulling out the ice cream scoops.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out!” Ash held a large cup in his hand, already pouring himself some of the liquid.

“I’ll have some too, I think.” May held a smaller cup in her hands.

“Count me in too!” Max held a glass the same size as Ash’s.

“Max, are you sure you’ll be able to drink all that?” May’s glass was already full.

“If he doesn’t, then I’ll have what he doesn’t.” Ash chuckled.

“Betcha I can finish my cup before you, May!” Max held his cup up to his lips, waiting for May to respond.

“Not even, Max. But I’d like to see you try!” May and Max emptied their cups.

“Who won?” Brock said, scooping Misty some Citrus Delight.

“Rematch!” The siblings called at the same time.

“Okay, but I’ll be the referee. On your mark, get set...CHUG!” May beat Max this time, but only by a second. Delia had a small glass of cider for herself, and was drinking it at a much slower pace. She looked over to the bottle, and noticed the label was slightly peeled on one of the corners. Underneath, it appeared as if there was another label. Curious, Delia pulled back the label. Where the label once read “Apple Cider”, it now read “Hard Cider”. Delia covered her mouth with her hand, realizing her mistake.

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Flashback
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Delia was preparing for Ash’s arrival. He had just beaten the Hoenn League, and was returning to Kanto to enter the Battle Frontier. Since Ash had left for Johto, she no longer needed to hide the liquor that she occasionally enjoyed by herself. But with the return of Ash, she didn’t want him to be asking questions. So she cut off the label for an expired apple cider bottle, and simply glued it on to the bottle of her bottle of hard cider.

“There, that solves that. I just have to remember which bottle is which when I grab another bottle of apple cider for him...”

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End Flashback
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Delia looked in the cabinet, and sure enough, there was the bottle of regular apple cider, hidden in the back.

“I must have gotten them mixed up when I was putting away the groceries today...” Delia looked back to the kids. The alcohol hadn’t gotten in their systems yet, but it would soon enough.

“Something wrong?” Misty walked over to Delia, licking at her ice cream cone.

“Look at the bottle...” Delia shook her head. Misty turned, and found why Delia was so stressed: Ash, May and Max all just had two glasses each of the hard cider, and had emptied both glasses in less than a minute. When the alcohol hit them, they would be so drunk; they probably won’t even recognize each other.

“How...?” Misty was shocked, to say the least. But as she observed the trio, Ash and May in particular, an idea began to form in her mind.

“When we were putting away the groceries, the bottles got mixed up...” Delia watched as the alcohol began to work its way through their bodies.

Despite the fact that May’s glass was smaller than Ash or Max’s, they were all affected by the alcohol equally. They had no experience with alcohol in the past, so that was to be expected.

The first signs of the alcohol affecting them were when Ash and May started to do things that should have been saved for the bedroom. Max would have stopped them, but he was currently ranting random information about pokémon to himself. Misty and Brock were finally able to pull Ash and May apart before they had the chance to take off their clothing. Once separated, though, Ash went for more of the cider. He had managed to pour himself half a glass before Delia stopped him, but she couldn’t prevent him from drinking it. Now that he had even more alcohol, Delia began to wonder if he would be able to handle it.

Shortly after, Max was found collapsed onto the other sofa, and quickly found sleep. Misty was chatting with Delia, because Ash had given up on trying to get back to May, and disappeared to the second floor. Due to her drunken state, May was currently snuggled into Brock’s chest, ready to fall asleep. Thanks to the girl on his chest, Brock was in heaven, enjoying every second of it.

“What do you think Ash is doing right now?” Misty asked, trying to sound as subtle as possible.

“Knowing him, he’s probably gone back to bed. Well, it is to be expected...” Delia shook her head, looking back at the cabinet.

“Figures. When do you think he’ll get up?” Misty looked over to May and Brock, trying to resist laughing at sight.

“It’s hard to say. He could get up at eight; he could get up after noon. We’ll just have to wait and see.” After that, Delia walked down the hall somewhere.

Unfortunately for Brock, May climbed off his chest, and began to walk to the front door. Well, she tried at least. She took one step and tripped, but Brock caught her. She pointed to the front door, indicating where she wanted to go. Instead of listening to her though, Brock set her in the chair, letting her relax. May said something, but it was nothing more than a slur that only she could possibly understand. After setting her down, Brock walked over to Misty, who had a grin spread across her face. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Brock cut her off.

“Don’t even say it...” Brock said with his head hanging.

“What? I wasn’t going to say anything...” Misty said innocently.

“Of course Misty, how could I ever suspect you?” Brock said sarcastically.

“Oh, you’re just upset that she-” Misty felt Brock’s hand cover her mouth.

“I told you not to say it!” Brock repeated, sitting in a chair.

“Your expression was priceless when she was on you, though.” Misty said, holding his hand so he didn’t cover her mouth again.

“Shut up.” Brock said, his head lying on the table.

After what seemed like an hour of silence, both Misty and Brock saw movement over in the front room. May was trying to get up again, but this time she had more success. She was at the door, fumbling with the door knob which seemed to magically slip away from her fingers. Brock was at her side in a heart beat, and tried to carry her back to the chair. May shook her head, and held onto the door.

“No ...too hot here...outside cooler...” She said something else, but those words were all that Brock could understand. From years of traveling with girls, he had learned it was always a good idea to do what they asked, and not to argue. He held her in on arm, and opened the door with his free hand. Once it was open, he set her on the steps outside, in the same place she was earlier. She said something that sounded like “Thank you” and moved to lie down on the porch. Brock watched her for a few moments, and then headed back inside.

“You have problems.” Misty said, drinking a glass of water.

“What do you mean by that?” Brock said, getting a cup for himself.

“You just stood there and watched her. Do you know how wrong that looked?” Misty smirked as Brock looked away from her.

“I was making sure she didn’t need anything else.” Brock said after a few minutes of silence.

“Took you long enough but that’s not the point. She’s so drunk that she probably doesn’t even know who you are. Now that I think about it, she probably thinks that you’re Ash.” Misty’s smirk grew as Brock looked at the ground.

“You’re probably right...” Brock mumbled as his ego came crashing down.

“When am I not?”

“I’m not going to answer that.” Brock began to back away.

“Oh? And what is that supposed to mean?” Misty began to walk toward Brock.

“Nothing Misty, absolutely nothing...” Brock was cowering in a corner.

“That’s what I thought. Now, I think I’ll go have a talk with your little girlfriend.” Misty place emphasis on the last word, and laughed as Brock curled into a ball.

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Wow, this chapter came out longer than expected. About twice as long as the two previous chapters, actually. And it only took me four days to complete! Go me....

Anyways, onto the chapter content. Sorry that there’s no sex yet, but I’m working on it. Why did I have to make Misty so cruel to Brock? Well, you’ll have to find that out yourself.

As for the cider: I know it’s nearly impossible to get drunk off that stuff. However, let me explain. One of my buddies, he loves apples, absolutely everything, especially the apple cider. So one night, I went out and bought a bottle or two of hard cider. I replaced the labels with apple cider ones that I peeled off his empty bottles. When I handed the disguised cider to him, he drank both of them in one go. He got drunk so fast, it was hilarious.

So that’s where that part came in from. Yes, I had to rant a bit, but it was worth it...I think.

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