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It Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way	By : SpiralBreeze Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 10426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Six

To say that things had become awkward with Tracey was an understatement, as cliché as the phrase was, it was the only one that Misty (with confidence) could use to describe their current situation. An entire week had passed since her appointment and those disconcerting divulgences which had blossomed forth like a flower on a Venusaur’s back. If only she had access to one now, it’s perfume was said to calm people’s emotions, and they could both really use something to calm down at this very moment. Tracey had insisted now more than ever that she tell Ash about the baby, even if he had to buy her a plane ticket to his current location himself. Where ever in the world that might be. She had stopped checking his App, and moved it to the last page on her phone next to the Johto weather App, she did however refuse to actually delete it from her phone.

Tracey meanwhile continued to do as many of the chores around the gym as he could, usually with Psyduck and Politoed by his side. One afternoon she caught him mopping the pool area for the second time that day even though not a single Trainer had been through. Lack of Trainers was another growing concern. Perhaps the heat was to blame, but she had no other source of income save for the few who braved the weather to come to the Aquarium. They had not had a special event there in a long time either. Which brought the red head to her current state of annoyance, sitting in the thankfully air conditioned office with Tracey as they tried to discuss ways in which to increase the Gym’s earning capabilities.

“I don’t want you battling anymore Misty, and that’s my final say on the matter.”

“And I say, you can’t have a Gym without a Gym Leader!”

“Please don’t start yelling-”

“Yeah I know, I know, the baby.” She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Look, I know your sisters aren’t here, but perhaps we can put on a show anyway.”

“Right, because people are just dying to see the pregnant and fat little mermaid.”

“You’re not fat.” He sighed and then smiled. “Maybe I’d like to see the pregnant little mermaid, who gives birth to a beautiful baby girl and lives happily ever after.”

“By herself?”

“Well...”

“You could play the prince, and wear tights.” She said sardonically.

“Yeah how ‘bout not.”

“Aww, come on it’s every gay man’s dream to wear tights for an underwater ballet!”

“I’m bi remember? The fifty percent that’s straight is not wearing tights.”

“Ugh... this is going no- wait!” Her blue eyes lit up with her grin.

“What?”

“You’re a Pokémon Watcher.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

“You sketch Pokémon.”

“Yeah...where are you going with this? No, no, no, absolutely not, I’m not gonna sit there and draw people’s Pokémon like some Goldenrod City street artist!”

“That’s actually a good idea too, but not what I was thinking.”

“Then what?”

“An art exhibition!”

“Do you think people will really pay to see my drawings?”

“Of course they will! You’re a fantastic artist Tracey, you capture life in every drawing you do.”

The young man smiled, blushing.

“I think I can do it.”

“I know you can do it.”

“Can I just ask one favor though?”

“Yeah sure, what is it?”

“Let me draw you in your mermaid costume.”

Misty’s eyes widened as she stared at her friend, the way he was looking at her made her breath quicken.

“But I’m pregnant.” She murmured, her voice suddenly small.

“And incredibly beautiful.”

“Tracey.” She said in warning.

“I think I want your portrait to be the focal point. I can send a copy to the printer and we can charge even more money for souvenirs. A good quality print at a museum can easily go for thirty bucks.”

“I don’t know...”

“I want people to see what I see, everyday when I look at you.” Tracey stood from his chair and helped Misty stand from hers. “Come here, I want you to see this.”

He led her to the full length mirror behind the door that her sisters used religiously, which she never bothered to glance in. He positioned her in front of him, her head easily fitting under his chin, he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer, setting his hands on the swell of her belly.

“It’s like torture observing you everyday, watching your baby grow inside you, the glow of your skin (a finger traced her jaw line), the luster of your hair (his hands undid her ponytail and fingers combed through her untamed locks). Your hips have widened to accommodate your expanding womb, (he trailed his hands down the bare skin exposed by her bathing suit, leaving goose bumps in their wake), and don’t get me started on your breasts.” Her eyes widened as his hands traveled up to cup her mammary glands, he gave them a gentle squeeze and pushed them together. “The way they strain against the fabric, I’ll be very jealous when your daughter is born.”

In all her years of being friends with Tracey, she had never heard him speak that way before. His voice, his touch, they were euphoria to the over sexed hormones coursing through her veins. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the wetness pooling between her legs, if she’d been in her right mind she would be on her way upstairs away from the sheer madness of it. Instead in her pleasure induced delirium she untied her top and let it fall to floor.

The Pokémon Watcher knew he was heading into dangerous territory but he didn’t care. Everything he had just told her was true. Seeing her like this now, four and a half months pregnant, breasts hanging heavier as they prepared to make milk, he could even smell the intoxicating sent of her arousal, which only made him respond even more. He should be stopping her, telling her to cover herself, have some dignity, but her skin felt so smooth under his fingertips, and it was such a boost for his ego to have this attractive pregnant woman melt under his touch.

Misty removed her last article of clothing, stepping out of the bathing suit bottom leaving herself completely vulnerable to his hands. The hands which began kneading her nipples forcing them to grow into stiff dark buds.

“Go a head, suck them.” She breathed.

He obliged, turning her around to face him and lowered his head down to one hardened nub taking it between his teeth and flicking his tongue over it. As he did this she brought her hand to his pants deftly undoing the tie to his swim trunks, then she snaked her hand inside and pulled out his erection. She wrapped her small hand around it and began to massage his length forcing him to break the contact on her breast with a wet pop and a low moan to issue from his throat.

She again took the initiative and kissed him squarely on the mouth, begging entrance to meet his tongue, the taste of fresh squeezed Persim Berry lemonade lingering on both their breaths. Tracey was no longer thinking about the consequences as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, one hand braced her lower back, the other brushed against her’s as he made his way down to her pussy. He pulled her closer, and at the same time he slipped two fingers inside her, his cock and her hand touching her rounded stomach which kept them from being as close as he knew they both hungered for.

He found she was sopping wet, and placed a third finger in her as well just to try and create more friction. She smelled so sweet, he wanted to bury his cock in her so badly, but he knew that actual sex was the unspoken limit. Her hand felt good, keeping it’s even tempo along his shaft with a twist of her wrist at the head, he wondered if he could get her to put her mouth on him. As if she had read his mind, she broke her kiss, then removed his hand from between her legs, and quickly set about marking him down his neck and chest with tiny kisses and nips, she stayed a little too long on a really sensitive part of his neck near his ear, resulting in a whimper of delight, he knew there was going to be hell to pay for that later. He let her do as she pleased as she continued tracking her way down his torso and as she came to each nipple she flicked her tongue out and finally dragged each one through her teeth, producing a hiss from the Watcher. What he really wanted was to slide into her mouth, so he nudged her further down, and Misty who was very good at taking the hint engulfed his head, then bracing herself with her left hand on his thigh she used her right to handle his base as she sucked, licked and pleasured him with her mouth.

“That’s so good.” He whimpered.

Misty was getting it just the way he liked, and if she proceeded at her current pace he was going to come hard and fast down her throat. Perhaps that’s exactly what the little wench wanted because she clamped down with more persistence, working her tongue vehemently on the underside of his cock. Her hand tightened too, and then her tongue found the tiny slit, and the tip was there, pressing small circles, and her hand was working so fast and...

“Misty, I’m-”

The Watcher never finished his sentence as his orgasm hit, ravishing his body with wave after wave of pleasure, his eyes rolling back as his seed gushed into her mouth. He looked down to see her greedily swallowing every last drop and milking him for more as if her very existence depended on it. His body gave it, spent and exhausted, he fell with a thud on the floor unable to hold himself up after his experience. He suddenly felt guilty, dirty, he had taken advantage of the woman still kneeling in front of him.

“Help.” She moaned.

His voice caught in his throat at the site of her, and his previously spent cock sprang back to life. There she was on her knees, her right hand fucking herself desperate for release. Tracey lost all sense and grabbed her hand, pulling her into a merciless kiss. He moved his legs, and positioned her body so he could thrust into her in one swift motion. As his cock slid into contact with her wet nether lips, she abruptly stood up.

“I...” She stared down at him in a look of what could only be described as horror.

“No, Misty, I’m sorry- I shouldn’t-”

“I need-”

She stopped mid sentence and walked to her desk, she crawled to the underside and Tracey distinctly heard something click, open, close, and then click again. She crawled completely under the desk to reach him again, and he noticed a large pink vibrator in her hand. She keeps that in her desk? His shock clearly overriding his previous feeling of dread. She handed it to him, and the Watcher was all to happy to turn it on, bringing Misty back to his lap and sliding the pulsating phallus inside her. She nearly screamed and Tracey pulled it out fearing that he had somehow hurt her or the baby, but she grabbed his hand and placed it back inside, showing him the rhythm she wanted. She wanted to be fucked, and hard.

The Watcher found himself becoming irrationally jealous of the plastic dick. He brought his thumb to her clit, and continued the pace she had set for him, he had no idea the woman was a screamer. He briefly thought of the Gym’s front door being opened, a trainer could be waiting in the pool area. He made his decision and fast, quickly turning the dial to the highest setting and angling it up in hopes that he’d hit her g-spot. He was rewarded with an ear piercing scream as the woman in his arms came, her body trembling on his lap, and finally quaking with aftershocks. He removed the vibrator from her when her body stilled and switched it off. Misty watched with rapt attention, breathing still labored as Tracey, unable to help himself, licked her juices from it’s pink surface.

“You taste so sweet.” He said quietly and bent to kiss her lips.

A knock promptly sounded on the office door, causing them both to jump up startled.

“Just... a minute!” Misty managed to call shakily, thanking the powers that be that the window on the door was good old fashioned frosted glass. “God, we’re a mess.”

“Tell me about it.” Tracey laughed, and it was infectious.

The red head continued to giggle as she put her bathing suit back on and replaced her hair in it’s customary ponytail.

“Um... Misty, where do I put this?” The Watcher asked dangling the pink vibrator in his hand.

“Oh, yeah... I have to wash- oh my god, your trunks!”

“Huh?” Tracey looked down and noticed the huge wet spot on his thigh where Misty had been sitting. “You were really wet, I think you squirted.”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Well, you’ve also never had a baby pressing on your bladder.”

“Oh...” She made a few final adjustments to her person as she looked in the mirror and turned around again. “How do I look?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes honestly.”

“An observant adult will know exactly what you were doing in this office. A ten year old kid will have absolutely no clue.” Tracey explained with conviction.

“Gee, thanks.” She replied sarcastically and opened the door motioning for him to follow. Just down the hall sitting on a wooden bench was a female trainer who looked about fifteen years old.

“I didn’t count on it being an older trainer.” The young man whispered in her ear. “Just act natural.”

“Hi, welcome to the Cerulean Gym, I’m the Gym Leader Misty, and this is Tracey, he’ll be refereeing the match.” Misty did not extend her hand as she usually would knowing that neither of them had so much as attempted to wash up after their activities.

“The name’s Chantel, I’m from the Hoenn region. I’ve won in both Hoenn and Johto, so now I want the title from Kanto as well.”

“That’s quite an accomplishment Chantel.” Misty said with surprise, this girl was well on her way to becoming a Master. At least she’d be a challenging opponent. “Well, come on, let’s go to the pool.”

“Um... I don’t mean to be rude, but are you even able to battle in your condition?”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m a rock Pokémon Trainer and my battle style is anything but gentle.”

“You must have enjoyed battling Brock at the Pewter City Gym.” Tracey interjected.

“Oh him, he was easy.” She turned away from them and Tracey shared a knowing look with Misty. “He said that even thought I beat his best Pokémon that he had been too hard on me, he took me out to dinner that evening too.”

“I bet he took her out for more than just dinner.” Misty whispered through gritted teeth.

Tracey nodded his head in agreement.

“You never answered my question.” Chantel seemed annoyed. Misty noted that she reminded her of Gary, all arrogance and pretense.

“I can battle.” She answered, trying to sound more confident then she actually was.

“Misty, are you sure you wanna do this. I mean she’s an experienced rock Pokémon Trainer, she’s not a newbie like the kids you’ve been getting in here lately.”

“Why can’t you battle me.” Chantel turned to Tracey and poked him right in the chest.

“I’m not an Official Gym Leader.”

“You’re in this Gym, all you need is permission from Misty to battle in her place.” Tracey did not like the way her finger was rubbing circles on his bare skin.

“Tracey, maybe that’s a good idea.” Thankfully, Misty pulled him to the side to speak with him in private, leaving the Trainer to cross her arms in a huff. “Listen, I can complete the Gym Leader Acting Form, that’s what my sisters had to do for me until I got my Official Gym Leader’s License.”

“Misty, you know I’m not into battling. I think if you do a two on two battle-”

“Two on two, she’s advanced, she wouldn’t go for less than three on three.”

“Fine, three on three, choose your most powerful Pokémon and get it over with as quickly as possible. You already have the type advantage. I say, use Gyarados, Starmie, and Psyduck.”

“Psyduck?”

“Think about it, one knock to the head, and any Pokémon she intends to use will be dead meat.”

“I’m sorry, but are one of you going to battle me or do I have to put in a complaint with the Indigo League?” Chantel asked with annoyance. “I mean I had to wait for the two of you to finish whatever it was you were doing in that office, and now you’re still blowing me off. That’s totally unprofessional.”

“Um... you can follow me to the battle area.” Once they reached the pool Misty continued. “I propose a three on three-”

“Six.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Six on Six. I placed in the top five in Hoenn, I don’t play games. Three on three is child’s play.”

“Quite the over achieving bitch if you ask me.”

“Who said that?” Chantel yelled wide eyed, and they all turned around to the sound of the voice. “Who the hell are you?”

“Who are we? We should be asking you the same thing... the name’s Jessie.”

“James.”

“And Meowth!”

“Ugh Team Rocket! Not now, can’t you go pilfer and plunder from some other gym?” Misty shouted in exasperation.

“My, my James, look what we have here.” Jessie walked closer to Misty a smirk plastered to her face. “I do believe the twerps are expecting a twerp.”

“I see what you mean Jessica.”

“Shame we wasn’t invited ta da weddin’!” Remarked Meowth.

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is going on here? I came to win a Cascade Badge, not partake in some weirdo cosplay.”

“Oh she wants a Pokémon battle-” Jessie began.

“ENOUGH!” They all stared at Tracey. “Get out of here NOW, all of you! This gym is now closed.”

“Is the twerp serious?” Meowth questioned.

“Dead serious, now either you get out, or I’ll release Scyther.”

“Jessie, I think we should go... that Scyther-”

“Yes James-”

“Let’s get outta here!” The Team Rocket trio quickly ran out of the front door.

“You too, out!” Tracey shouted at Chantel.

“No way, I want that badge!”

“OUT!” The Watcher shouted a final time.

“I’ll be back, mark my words!” Chantel said as she too exited the Gym.

Tracey and Misty shared a huge sigh of relief.

“That was totally bizarre. I mean what would make them suddenly come into the Gym like that?”

“Tracey, I’m not going to battle anymore, I promise.” The red head stated her blue eyes glistening as she hugged her companion. She didn’t really care why Team Rocket had spontaneously decided to visit the Gym, she was done with Pokémon battles until after the baby was born.

*))O((*

How can I be a Gym Leader without having any Pokémon battles? Misty questioned herself for the umpteenth time since her dewy eyed dramatic declaration to Tracey. It was Saturday and she was sitting in the main lobby at the information desk knitting and waiting for someone, anyone to come and visit the Aquarium, even though she couldn’t collect money for tickets. “Free Saturdays” boasted the new hand painted sign outside with a very detailed likeness of a Wailmer on the side. Who knew Tracey was so good at painting as well? At least I brought down the baby’s sweater to work on. She mused as her hands worked stitch after stitch. It was a pink sweater that Misty hoped to use for her daughter’s coming home outfit. She was almost to the bottom, having worked it all in one piece. All she needed to do now were the sleeves and sew the buttons on. Working on baby clothes was very gratifying, they took little Mareep wool, and not much time. Already she had finished the green blanket, and three little green hats from the leftovers.

It’s still early. She tried to convince herself, thinking again of the lack of patrons. People don’t like being up early on Saturdays, including me. She glanced at the large clock on the wall. 12:15! She was exasperated. Collecting admission was always her least favorite part of the job, she hated it as a child. She would rather be feeding the various water Pokémon, or even cleaning out a tank, however back then she had been “too little”, and presently she was “too pregnant.” How can someone be too pregnant? She sighed, placed her needlework down on the desk and rested her head in her hand. Tracey had already fed the Pokémon breakfast, he was probably cleaning all the glass surfaces, which he was always all too eager to do. He had blushed and mumbled something about a great upper body workout when she questioned him about his favorite gym chore. That squeegee was indeed large and heavy.

Large and heavy made her think of something else entirely. How did I go from squeegeeing to sex? She of course was baffled, but the fact remained she was feeling a little horny right now. Correction, she was feeling completely horny right now; imagining Tracey clad only in his swim trunks and red head band, muscular arms moving the window squeegee up and down cleaning the outside of a tank, sweat accumulating on his brow.

“God that’s hot.” She said out loud and her own voice startled her.

Perhaps she should go check up on him, make sure he’s using the proper Pokémon friendly, biodegradable glass cleaner. Her mind then drifted to the other day, she could get him to meet her in the office again, the large pink dildo had been moved to the back of the top drawer after she had cleaned it (much more easily accessible than the hidden compartment underneath). Thinking of it made her squeeze her thighs together. She could just go back there herself, she had been sitting here for the better part of two hours and not a soul had even passed by the doors. I could just do it here... now where did that come from? She looked at the front doors, no one, not even a Pidgey. Her need to find release was greater than the thought of getting caught. And if it’s Tracey who catches me, then he can just help out. Such wicked thoughts for a young woman indeed.

Misty squeezed her thighs together again and then separated them. She wouldn’t have to remove any clothing. Brazenly she slid her dress up her legs and moved the crotch of her bathing suit to the side. She dipped the index finger of her right hand into her wetness... oh was she wet. She took a quick glance at the doors, no one, bringing her slick finger up through her folds and to it’s preferred destination of her clitoris, her eyes rolled back as she rubbed deep circles into the little nub. The red head held her mouth tight as she continued to finger that delectable bundle of nerves. She brought the finger to her lips and sucked it as she peeked again at the double doors, smirking, the finger still between her teeth at the sight of a Pidgey pecking on the steps.

Her left hand followed in her right’s path, rubbing, pressing the warm wet flesh, forcing her to gasp at the sensations she was causing. She bit her bottom lip, dragging it through her teeth in her failed attempt to silence her moans as her single finger twirled and flicked, flurried and swirled. Almost. She though frantically, head tilted down to peer at her handiwork. Her hand stopped, realizing that the swell of her pregnancy blocked the view of her beautifully glistening cunt. With her breath rasping, wet fingers came to rest on her thigh as she felt a new, entirely different sensation in relation to that swell.

“Misty are you ok?” The Watcher unexpectedly emerged, the concern evident in his voice as his step quickened to her side. The note in stark contrast to the sound of his flip flops hitting the tiles with small smacks against his heels. “Can you breath?”

The red head had not realized she was gasping, desperate for air, as well as for release, her dress still gathered surreptitiously to her hips, the reason for her panicked state on full display. He placed a hand on her shoulder and swiftly straightened the fabric down to cover her.

“Are you ok?”

She was clearly trying to regulate her breathing, her hands now clenching the dress as if for dear life, shaking, her knuckles turning white.

“Tra-”

The young man could not fathom what had spooked her so, she was frightened, eyes focused down on her belly, and not to mention the compromising condition he had found her in. Why was she masturbating?

“It’s ok.” He whispered into her hair as he bent down trying to soothe her. “I’m here.”

A sudden intake of breath from the red head and her hands flew to his, grabbed them and placed them on her stomach.

“Is that-” His voice caught in his throat.

“She kicked.”

With that said the young woman cried openly, freely, a smile permanently plastered to her face, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. And he cried too, his lip trembled, wanting to smile more than anything for the sake of her happiness. His hands felt the movements under her skin, her daughters legs or arms stretching or kicking, letting her presence finally be known to her mother and... to who else? He tried to pacify himself with the knowledge that he was going to be her godfather.

Godfather! He had to resign himself to the fact that she was not his flesh and blood, and yet as he felt her, her life, her being, alive and very much so just under his fingertips; he imagined that she too could feel his life force, his pulse through the pads of his fingers. He yearned so badly to bring his head to her level, kiss her mother’s belly and whisper... daddy’s here.

To Be Continued...
- 6
- 7
- 8
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