Overtures

Title: Overtures
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Lesboshipping (Delia x Misty)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #1, Overture
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri, Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Warnings: Yuri, PWP, shota, toys, Domination
Dedication: To the adult-fanfiction.org community! I hope the requesters are pleased!

Misty giggled quietly as she closed the bathroom door behind her. It was so nice to be in an actual house again! Ash’s mom was nice, and dinner had been great – the roast potatoes were wonderful, and Brock had praised her roast beef until she had blushed.
Delia looked awfully young, and she had nice curves.
Misty shook her head. Why was she having these thoughts about Ash’s mom? Sure, she was pretty sure she was a lesbian – after all, she had several magazines full of naked women, and a huge crush on Lorelei – but Delia was just…
The girl tried to stop thinking about it. PMSing always made her unbearable horny. When she was out on the road, she worked it out of her system by malleting Brock and Ash for being insensitive males. It was dangerous masturbating in a campsite! When they had separate bedrooms in the Pokemon Centers it was a bit better, but still risky.
Ash had already gone to bed, and Brock was watching T.V. Now was the best time.

Misty started the shower and soaped herself well. She enjoyed the hot water luxuriously for a few minutes, before grabbing her vibrator from the side of the tub. It buzzed to life.
“Oh, yeah…” She sighed as she inserted it. The pink plastic slid in easily – Misty had been a compulsive masturbator for years, and her cunt was stretched wide. Of course, she didn’t advertise the fact – she was still a virgin where it counted, after all.
The girl began to pump herself up and down on the buzzing dildo, bucking her hips. Her pussy was starting to juice madly, but as long as she kept the shower running, no one should hear her.
It would be really embarrassing if Brock caught her! He’d probably offer to ‘help’. She shuddered.
She pressed the vibrator against her clitoris for a moment, gasping. Oh yes! All her nerves started blazing and she moaned louder. This was the best! Why would she want some guy? She began grinding harder against the toy.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

“Misty?” Delia asked. “You forgot your towel.”
The auburn haired woman froze as she saw Misty with her legs spread wide, cumming madly and moaning like a whore.
“Ah!” Misty tried to close her legs and stop. She couldn’t believe it!
Of all the things that had to happen! Hadn’t she locked the door? What was she going to do?
She began to blush, but she couldn’t stop her orgasm.

Delia closed and locked the door behind her. “Misty! I’m ashamed of you!”
“B-But…” The girl flushed.
“How long has this been going on?”
“A-almost four years…”
The motherly woman’s eyes narrowed. “You have a serious problem, Misty. I think I’ll have to help you with it.”
“Huh?” Her vibrator dropped from nerveless fingers.

Delia pressed Misty against the wall and kissed her hard.
“Mmph!” Misty yelped. What was going on?
“A sexual appetite like yours should not be wasted.” The woman smirked. She’d worked as a call girl in Saffron for four years before meeting her husband. She had plenty of experience.
Misty could do so much better than being a trainer. The girl was pretty useless as one anyway.
No, Delia would not let this tempting little minx get away!

The Cerulean trainer moaned as Delia pressed her knee into her mound. She began to shake her head from side to side, trying to protest, but to no avail. Delia jabbed hard, and then she was creaming herself again.
Oh Mew!
Delia smirked. She pulled her knee down, before grabbing the shower curtain. While Misty was still dazed, Ash’s mom tore it into strips and tied her wrists tightly together behind her back.
“What…”
“Don’t speak, slut!” The woman snapped. She tied Misty’s knees and ankles next. Then she picked up the shower rod.
Blue eyes widened. “No!”

Delia gagged her with a hand towel, cramming it into her mouth. “Be quiet.” She commanded. Then she slapped the girl’s ass.
Misty’s eyes watered as Delia began to spank her. She was utterly humiliated. Why was Delia acting this way?
What had she done wrong?
As slap after slap landed on her buttocks, though, she started to find it arousing. Right, right, left… there was no pattern to the punishment. Her cheeks began to swell and turn red. The chestnut-haired woman just kept spanking her.
Misty started to moan. She liked rough sex, though it’d all been masturbation before this.

Delia slipped a finger into her puckered opening. She grinned at the muffled yelp.
“If you’re going to be such a whore, Misty, I’ll teach you the proper way to act like one!”
She greased the shower rod well with lotion, before slipping the end into Misty’s reddened hole.
Tears began to run down the girl’s cheeks as cold, unyielding metal slipped into her bunghole. “Mmmph!”
She gagged on the towel in her throat.
Delia kept pumping, watching Misty’s expression. Sure enough, minutes later, the little tramp was whining in pleasure again.
The girl would make a good hooker. Ash wouldn’t be marrying her though. Her precious baby deserved better!
Delia finally worked the soaked towel out of Misty’s mouth.
“Ohhh…” The girl gasped.

“Now slut, you need to learn how to eat pussy.” Delia pulled off her casual jeans and panties. Her smooth-shaven clit glistened.
The gym leader gulped.
“Come on, Misty. I don’t have all night.”
Misty wondered if Delia would punish her more if she refused. The woman seemed serious! She probably would.
Slowly, she crawled over. It was difficult, with her bound wrists and ankles, but she finally managed to raise herself partway so she could reach Delia’s drooling slit.
The first taste was strange. Though she’d licked up her own juices plenty of times, Delia’s taste was muskier. But she kept licking, ashamed.
Why was she such a nympho?
Delia’s nether lips quivered. Misty moved forwards and found her nubbin. She lapped at it.
Nothing happened.
Frowning, Misty tried using her teeth on Delia’s nub. After a few tugs, she heard a gasp and a trickle of cum ran out.
Aha!

She was learning, Delia thought, grinning. Soon, Misty would be a fine whore. And since Delia had trained her, she’d get a cut of all her earnings.
After all, she had to support herself somehow, while Ash journeyed.
Her baby boy didn’t have to know though.

Maybe she could start Misty on blowjobs next. Brock would probably be overjoyed. The group would be staying for a week or two.
There was plenty of time for Misty to learn!
She groaned in release, glad when Misty began to lick every drop of juice up. She even started lapping the few drips off the floor.
Misty gave Delia a happy smile.
Yes, the girl really was latent submissive. Perfect!
“You’ll be sleeping in my room from now on, whore.” Delia commanded.
The orange-haired girl blushed, but nodded. After the awesome sex she’d had tonight, she couldn’t bear to stop.
She would do anything Delia wanted.
Anything.

End Fic
Completed 12/31/07
So begins 15_Bites, a themes list I created myself! This takes ‘bites’ out of the English language, words and phrases that I haven’t personally written or seen from other theme sets before! ^^
… Or I’m just lazy and don’t want to continue 15_minute ficlets. *Shifty eyes* that too…
And if someone wants to write a continuation off this, Misty’s life as a prostitute, or her sexual adventures (not with Ash or Lance, please), or even more ‘training’ with Delia, feel free! I’d love to see it! There’s no romance now, but it’s fun. ^^
Review, please?