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It Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way	By : SpiralBreeze Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 10411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two

Misty woke up to the sound of the gym’s outside door bell.

“Yeah, I hear ya!” She yelled half heartedly, dreading leaving her cozy bed for some idiot trainer and his overzealous Pokémon.

She got out of bed and walked angrily to the living room to see who was at the door on the video intercom.

“Who is it?”

“Officer Jenny, I have a warrant to search the premises.”

“Sure come on in. I’ve got nothing to hide. It’s those girls my parents forced me to call family that lie about everything.”

Within seconds two Officer Jenny’s were at her apartment door the first one from yesterday held a warrant in her gloved hand.

“You may stay here while we conduct our investigation miss.”

“I had no intention of leaving, lest you guys make a huge mess, I don’t care what you take, none of it’s mine, just don’t leave the place looking like Wooper were let loose.”

They both stepped inside and looked around, Misty shut the door behind them.

“You know, I seem to recall your sisters had a maid, I believe it was a Politoed-”

“Yeah.” The other Jenny cut her off. “It used to use it’s psychic powers to levitate the gunk out of the pool. I remember now.”

Add one more thing to the list of many things that Misty wanted to kill her sisters over. Politoed was a rescue, the only thing it could do was use it’s psychic powers, the poor thing wouldn’t even swim any more. It slept in a bed in one of the offices downstairs because it wouldn’t sleep in the habitat with the other Pokémon.

“Well, I’m just gonna sit on the couch, let me know if there’s anything you need.”

“Yeah actually, a cup of coffee would be really nice, ya mind kid?”

Misty snorted but replied in a falsely sweet voice.

“No, of course not, I’ll start a pot going now.” And I’ll make sure to use the gunky pool water.

While the red head waited for the coffee to be done the Officer Jenny’s came into the kitchen one held a large basket of various objects that Misty could only classify as junk, although one item looked suspiciously like a pipe for smoking weed, and the Jenny from yesterday held onto a security tape as if it were a priceless artifact from the Ruins of Alph.

“We’ll be heading back to the station now.”

“The coffee’s almost-”

“It’s ok, I got my favorite brew back in my office, anyway, we’ll see ourselves out, I’ll give you a call if we need anything else, have a good day!”

Misty slammed the door behind them and wished her windows overlooked the front entrance so she could poor the hot coffee over both their perfectly styled heads of blue hair. Instead she decided to have some with her breakfast; after all she didn’t really use gunky pool water.

Halfway through cooking her eggs and bacon she found that her normally favorite breakfast food suddenly didn’t look or smell so good, Misty barely made it to the bathroom in time before she emptied the contents of her stomach all over the toilet seat. She began to cry as she retched, her red locks stuck to her face dripping with vomit. When she felt like it was over she slumped down and started to sob, gasping for air, trying to clean her eyes and face. Her throat burned and she knew she had to be a big girl, suck it up and clean it. The red head tried to take deep calming breaths, and soon she felt better, now able to stand she surveyed herself in the mirror. Morning sickness. She looked horrendous. Her previously spotless bathroom looked disgusting, she didn’t know what to clean up first, herself or the floor and toilet.

She rinsed her mouth as best as she could, she found that the thought of anything, even water in her mouth made her queasy so a proper toothbrushing was obviously out of the question. Mustering what was left of her strength, Misty managed to clean the toilet and surrounding floor and decided on a bath to clean herself, since she felt too weak to shower.

An hour later she emerged, feeling somewhat better. Her stomach was growling and she knew her breakfast was still in the pan, cold and somewhat congealed. She ate slowly, drinking water instead of the coffee. She briefly thought about having to deal with morning sickness every morning, but she shook her head not wanting to dwell on the inevitable.

The rest of the day went by without a hitch, she cared for all the Pokémon, straightened up the apartment, did a load of laundry, and she found she was feeling so much better she decided to swim a few laps in the pool. That was the best thing about being a gym leader, being able to put up her “Will Be Back At...” sign and swim in her Olympic sized swimming pool to her hearts content. She pulled off her cover up and walked down the steps instead of jumping off the high dive; she certainly would not be doing that any more. After a few laps back and forth the length of the entire pool, Misty discovered she was feeling very aroused, she often did find herself getting turned on in the pool, she never understood why, even when she was a little girl. She swam back to the steps and grabbed the metal hand rail. Misty remembered her sister Lily caught her one day when she was little rubbing herself up and down the rail with only her arms and head above the water. She recalled having mini orgasm like tremors, she’d done this particular activity a few times over the years whenever she ran the gym herself. She would remove her bathing suit, position her body, open her legs, and grind on the pole, or slide, or hump it, smashing her pussy lips onto it, imagining Ash thrusting into her roughly, just the way she liked it.

All this thought of what she used to do with that hand rail was really making her very horny now. Her breathing became shallow, as she slid out of her bikini bottoms, she let them float away, thinking she’d make a game for herself of swimming after them when she was done. As she positioned herself, she found that she was much taller now, the water only reached her belly button, she’d have to bend her knees to grind herself the way she liked. Misty hiked up her top, she loved having her naked breasts bob in and out of the water when she did this. What had gotten into her? Was it the lack of sex, and her body yearned for attention, or was this another strange, yet potentially very enjoyable side effect of pregnancy? She mulled this over as she gently rubbed her pussy up and down the pole. The red head noticed she had been doing many things more carefully since she found out she was pregnant. No more diving from the diving board, no running up the stairs, and now when she wanted to masturbate she’d do that without the roughness that she usually craved.

She absently played with her right nipple, holding the hand rail with her left hand as she got herself off on a gentle pace up and down the rail, every now and again pressing her cunt a few times in succession into it. Misty played with the other nipple, switching hands, marveling at how they managed to stay hard. She was taking it nice and easy she didn’t feel the need to cum as quickly as possible like she usually did. The red head wanted this to last, letting the rhythm almost hypnotize her, she barely even made a sound, when most often she was quite vocal. There was no build up of ecstasy just a constant pulse of blissful pleasure. The young woman didn’t know how long she had been riding the hand rail, her nipples were still luxuriously hard, but her fingertips felt all wrinkled on her nipples. She ground her pussy a little harder really pressing it on the rail causing her folds to drag across the metal surface, soon small waves of electricity washed over her body, leaving her fully satiated. A smile danced across her face and a simple “oh” escaped her lips. She really should do this more often.

*))O((*

She didn’t want to, but the itch was there, her finger slid to the next page of apps, then the next, and next, until reaching the final page which only held a weather app for Johto. Her finger slid from left to right, left to right, finally hovering over the icon for Ash’s app. It simply said PokéMaster, with a picture of what had become Ash’s trade mark, his two fingers held in the shape of a “v” for victory.

Misty knew she should check, perhaps he was at this very moment making his way back to Cerulean City. His next post could read “I’m going home!”. She wanted desperately to call him, but her finger refused to go to her list of favorites, which only contained his name, not even Brock’s digits graced the list with a star. Maybe, just maybe of course, she could call Brock, and see how he was doing? Perhaps he had heard from Ash, more likely she was so desperate to tell someone that she was expecting that she would speak with the Pokémon Breeder. Although, with him in fact being a breeder, it did make complete sense for her to call him, in a strictly professional capacity of course.

She trailed her finger over the screen, quickly locating the old traveling companion’s number and hesitated. If she called him he might call Ash. No, he wouldn’t do that. Didn’t breeders operate under a strict code of confidentiality, because one’s Pokémon might not know who the father of their egg was, or some ridiculousness such as that.

Taking a deep breath she tapped the number and then held the air in, listening to the ringing on the line. After two tones there was an answer.

“Hello?” It was certainly not Brock, but a woman... his secretary? Did he even have one?

“Um, yes, may I speak with Brock Slate please?”

“Who’s this?” I should be asking that same question!

“This is Misty Waterflower, leader of the Cerulean City Gym.”

“Oh, yes of course, one moment.” The woman sounded relieved, even though she very well shouldn’t, Brock wasn’t exactly known for his fidelity.

“Misty?”

“Hey Brock!”

“God it’s been ages, how are you?”

“Fine, you?”

“Great! Business is booming, I was just tending to some eggs now, between that and running the gym with dad it’s been great. So how’s Cerulean gym? I sent two kids your way a few weeks ago, I went easy on ‘em since Onyx was recovering from helping the neighbors.”

“Oh, I hope it’s ok.”

“Yeah, he’s good, they’ve just been repairing this old stone wall for the past month, actually it’s further up by you.”

“Oh, Onyx was always so helpful.”

“Yeah, so did you beat that kid?”

“No... not yet. Him and his friend came by but that Charmander was a joke.”

“Yeah I remember. All that eagerness reminded me of Ash.” There is was. Misty braced herself for the questions. “Speaking of that cocky SOB, I saw him on a game show last night. It was this one night special called “Are You Smarter than a Pokémon Master?” He was up against a bunch of kids from Pokémon Tech. Poor Ash, all brawn and no brain.”

“I didn’t know...”

“Really? It was up on his app. I check it like twice a day to see what he’s up to.”

“Oh...”

“Mist, are you ok? You and Ash haven’t had a fight... again, have you?”

“No, I... we haven’t spoken much.”

“Tell me what’s wrong Misty, I can hear it in your voice, something else is bothering you.”

“I’m pregnant.”

There was strangled coughing noise and then a pause.

“Misty... I should be saying congratulations, but you don’t sound too happy.”

The red head sighed and willed herself not to start crying.

“I haven’t told Ash. I’m almost in the second trimester.”

“That’s a lot to swallow.”

“I know, I just don’t know what to do and I can’t tell him over the phone and he’s a Master now, he doesn’t need a baby, I still don’t even know if I’m keeping it or not.”

“Misty you know how I feel about abortions, and even so-”

“No, I mean... finding a family for adoption.”

“Misty you have to tell Ash, he has the right to know, it’s his kid too!”

“I know! I know, but this will ruin everything for him, he’s worked so hard!”

“So what, you’re just gonna have the kid and pray that you drop all the baby weight so it looks like nothing happened?” He asked angrily.

“No... I don’t know... I don’t know what to do... I heard the heart beat, and I saw it on the monitor... and I-”

“Misty, it’s ok. Calm down. I understand.” Brock paused and took a deep breath. You could hear in his voice that there was a huge smile on his face. “Every time I see a new life on the ultrasound it just does something to me... it pulls my hearts strings or something.” He sighed. “You still have time to figure out what you’re going to do. It’s your decision to make, but I don’t think you should leave Ash in the dark.”

“I know.”

“Listen would you like me to come up there for a couple of days? I have some free time coming up at the end of June.”

“You don’t have-”

“Yeah I do, you need the company and I want to make sure you’re taking good care of yourself.”

“There’s no way around it is there?”

“Nope. I’ll let you know when I’m coming, probably within the next two weeks or so.”

“Thanks Brock, I guess I just needed someone to talk to.”

“Sure thing kiddo.”

They uttered “bye” simultaneously, leaving Misty feeling somewhat better, yet still confused as to what and how to tell Ash. At least she had Brock’s visit to look forward to. Having him there meant he could cook some of his “no chew stew” which sounded perfect with a nice hunk of bread even though summer was fast approaching.

*))O((*

June left without a hitch and the beginning of July found Misty in her second trimester and thirteen weeks pregnant. She still had not called Ash, but at least she was no longer afraid to check his app daily. The young Pokémon Master had made his way across the towns and cities of Hoenn and was currently in the Sinnoh region exploring the Underground with the elite four and a few contest winners for the next ten days, he was no where near Kanto, and no where near day light for that matter.

Brock meanwhile had called, a group of eggs hatched prematurely do to the recent heat wave and needed his immediate care, thus postponing his visit to Cerulean City. He said he would try to make it over as soon as the baby Pokémon were out of the incubator and thriving on their own.

Not much at all had happened, or was happening. Her belly continued to grow, forcing her to abandon her shorts for more practical loose fitting sun dresses. She was going to try and stretch her limited wardrobe as far as she could; spending money on maternity clothing was out of the question. She wondered how her coat would fit during the colder months, at the very least she had a baggy sweater she had knit herself a few years ago that would surely fit over her belly no matter how big it grew. For now, she was happy to stay in her two piece, noticing how her breasts filled out the top better than ever before. Being in a bathing suit all day made it easier for her to tend to the Pokémon in the aquarium as well as battle any trainers who came by.

Today was no exception. Misty had just finished the breakfast rounds and was getting ready to go back inside to see if Psyduck had finished mopping the main pool area. She figured she might as well put the Pokémon to work, especially when it was a task she had little desire to perform. Coming around from the back of the gym, she saw Officer Jenny pull up on her motorcycle.

“Morning Officer Jenny.” She called walking more quickly up to the woman.

“Hey Ms. Waterflower.” She hesitated, dismounting her bike with pause. “I have some news for you. Can we go inside? It’s already hot as hell out here.”

“Sure.” Misty lead the way through the gym and to the main office. She offered the officer a glass of iced tea and settled behind what used to be her father’s desk.

“You want the good news or the bad first?”

“I have to hear both don’t I? Just go a head.” The red head sighed, automatically leaning back and placing her hands on her tummy.

“Well, your sisters aren’t going to be prosecuted, which is the good news. We don’t know who the other people in those tapes were, really there is no way to tell. Anyway, there’s gonna be some hefty fines to pay, also as community service, the Judge decided that the Aquarium will be free to the public on Saturday’s.”

“I can do that... but how much money are we talking about here?” The young woman sat up and wheeled herself closer to the desk.

“Fifteen thousand dollars.”

“What?!”

“Ms. Waterflower, I’m sorry but this is final, Judge Hendricks feels that amount is only fair and wont even cover a quarter of the damages your sisters’ parties have caused over the past few years.”

“I don’t get it? What exactly happened?” Misty was close to tears, but right now she tried to remain calm and find out exactly what her sisters had done.

“On review of one of the tapes we have determined that the blue pickup truck which destroyed an ancient stone wall two years ago was parked in front of the gym for several hours that same night. We couldn’t read the license plate number, but the many bumper stickers covering the sides matched the security footage of the wall.”

“I see, but does it really cost that much to repair a stone wall?”

“Much much more than that, the Mayor had to find an archeologist who specialized in ancient architecture and finally hire a stone mason who would work only with the tools that were available during that time period.” Officer Jenny sighed and adjusted herself in her chair when she saw the red head’s eyes widen. “He’s been working on the wall for two years now, it’s very tedious work, I’ve watched him a few times, he has to match each individual stone, and he has this little iron hammer, and a level, and that’s it, well there’s also an Onyx there to clear unwanted debris.”

“It costs that much to fix a wall?” At least Misty now knew exactly what wall Brock’s Onyx was helping to fix.

“Well, actually the final bill is looking more like one point five.”

“One point five what?”

“Million.”

“Million? I could kill them, I really could.”

“Well, Judge Hendricks knew the gym couldn’t manage that so he settled for fifteen, which is a very fair price; the reality is, he could have closed you down for good.”

Misty’s hand flew to her mouth in shock. One way or another her sisters were going to pay for this. Where was she going to come up with fifteen thousand dollars? She barely had one thousand in the gym’s account. She had only just begun to deposit money back in after the bills were all payed. Not being able to put on shows had really taken a toll on the monthly earning capabilities of the gym. The small amount she won from battles was just covering her personal living expenses and she had a sixteen week appointment coming up as well, which she had no insurance for. As she worked silently through all the numbers in her head, Officer Jenny sat patiently drinking her iced tea, and crunching on the ice in the glass.

“So is there a deadline?” She finally managed to ask dreading the answer.

“You have six months, that was another thing the judge was lenient on, he could have given you thirty days.” Putting her glass down on the desk, she stood and turned to go. “You can begin making payments to the address listed there on this form (she handed Misty the document which held the seal of the city on it) made payable to the Council of Cerulean City of course. Anyway, I’ve gotta get going, knee deep in paperwork at the precinct; I’ll see myself out.”

Just like that Officer Jenny was gone leaving in her wake a fifteen thousand dollar bill which in no way shape or form could Misty afford whether that dead line was six months or six years. She needed help, for the umpteenth time she thought of Ash; how would he handle this situation? Perhaps if Ash was there, she wouldn’t even be in this situation in the first place.

To Be Continued...
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