Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Finishing Up the Basement ❯ Chapter 1

Finishing Up the Basement

 

 

So I'm going to give lemon writing another go, seeing how Over the Phone and Brock's Vacation did fairly well. But instead of doing a Brock and May story, I'll be busting out a story about Ash and Misty. Since I've been a pretty big fan of this pairing, I figured this would flow much better for me.

 

Also, like the two aforementioned stories, this one takes place in generally the same continuity (i.e. the involved parties are a bit older). So without any further adieu, enjoy…

 

Usual disclaimers apply. These characters don't belong to me.

 

 

 

 

Ash counted the basement steps in his head as he walked backwards down them. This wouldn't be that big of a problem normally - if he was ever motivated to do such a thing - but with a mattress in his hands, it was quite a problem. There were twelve in all, the wooden staircase creaking under each step.

 

He got to the bottom of the steps and backed up. “You got it?” a voice called.

 

“Yeah, I got it,” Ash said. “Hold on, let me get around the beam here…” With the mattress still held vertically, Ash walked around the support beam the banister ran into. The other person helping with the mattress, Tracey Sketcher, moved off the stairs, and with Ash's help, set the mattress down on the box spring.

 

“I know you need a new living space, but did you really have to have a king-size?” he asked.

 

Ash grabbed the new bed sheets and mattress cover sitting on the night stand next to the bed. “Sure, why not?” he said. He unfurled the cover and stretched it into place over the mattress. “As hard as I worked on my way to the top of the Pokémon world, I deserve to enjoy my success, don't you think?” He grabbed the new comforter after laying the sheets and blanket over the bed. “Besides, I'm getting too big for my old bed, and that room, to be honest with you. I either had my head against the headboard or my feet were hanging off one end.”

 

Tracey scoffed. “That sucks, man,” he said. Indeed, he noticed Ash became considerably taller in the past few years. Ash now stood taller than him, and was better built; he wasn't the same scrawny little kid he met all those years ago. “So it's more of a biological need, then, huh?”

 

“Mostly. I can't really sleep well curled up like this:” And Ash flopped onto the newly made bed, with its brand new sheets, in the fetal position. Tracey chuckled. Ash then sprang to his feet. “Also, it gives me and Misty plenty of room to play around when we—”

 

“Gaaaaaah—I don't wanna hear that!” Tracey's hands tore through his hair. “Man, you trying to give me brain damage or something?”

 

“What? Like you've never gotten down before?”

 

Tracey waved his hands back and forth in front of him. “No, I have, it's just that…well, I don't tell everyone about it, you know?”

 

Ash laughed. “Alright, calm down, I'm just messing with you,” he said. Ash looked at the numerous electronics equipment strewn about an old chest of drawers that came to about waist height, opposite an old sofa and coffee table (i.e. the old living room furniture that was moved down into Ash's new bedroom after completely refurnishing the living room). “Hey, you think you can help me with all that?”

 

“Sure thing.” Tracey pushed the chest-of-drawers back from the wall, finding an outlet with a power strip plugged into one of the outlets. The centerpiece of Ash's new entertainment center was the television, but something didn't seem right. “Hey, Ash,” Tracey asked. “Didn't you buy a new TV? You've had this one for a while, haven't you?” He recognized the 32” Pokévox model from upstairs, but he heard Ash purchased something a little more…up to date. “Where's that one?”

 

“What, the 56-inch plasma?” Ash asked. He sprayed some Pledge on the table, then wiped it clean with a rag, bringing the table to a nice shine. “That's upstairs, in the living room.” He then turned his attention to one of the end tables. “I told you—I brought all new stuff for upstairs, and took all the old furniture down here for my new room. It's not in perfect shape, but it suits me pretty well. Still has a certain charm to it, don't you think?”

 

Tracey snorted a laugh, and shook his head. “You're spoiling your mother, you know that?”

 

“And why not? I've got the means to do so.” Ash had an intense look on his face. “Dude, when I started my journey, we…weren't all that well off. Those few years before I left home for the first time were some of the worst times of my life. I don't ever want to experience something like that again…and I'm sure my mom feels the exact same way, no doubt about it.”

 

“I see,” Tracey said. His eyes were wide, and he listened intently to each word. Quietly, he turned around and connected the last remaining wires from the speakers to the rest of the sound system. While he didn't have the entire story, he heard bits and pieces from Professor Oak about Ash's past. From what he learned, Ash's father abandoned his family when he was young, leaving him and his mother Delia to fend for themselves. For a while, the professor supported them whenever he could, but Mrs. Ketchum didn't want to become too dependant on Prof. Oak's assistance. Eventually, Delia found a decent job (which she is still at today), and her and her son could resume a “normal” life.

 

And now, years later, the boy who woke up late on the first day of his journey, was several steps behind all the other starting trainers (who consequently are no longer battling Pokémon competitively in the same fashion), got last dibs on starting Pokémon, and had everything going against him every step of the way, was now able to call himself one of the elite Pokémon trainers in the Pokémon world. Though his new goal of being the greatest Pokémon master ever is still a long ways off, he is most content with his current status in life. He could almost make up for all the years of loneliness and despair early in his life, and make sure neither he nor his mother had to worry about anything ever again.

 

Tracey also figured Ash didn't want to talk about when his father left them, so he steered clear of that subject. “Well anyway, I got your TV all set up!” he quickly shot out.

 

Ash's mood quickly became much more pleasant. “Good, because I'd have no idea how to set any of that stuff up,” he said.

 

“Let me get the sound system turned on, too, and we'll be all set,” Tracey said. He pushed a button and turned a knob on one of the components, but tried not to set it too high. “You gotta be careful not to blow out the speakers, bro,” he warned.

 

“Tempting, but a waste of money for sure,” Ash added. “Sound down here doesn't carry to the rest of the house for some reason; I can pretty much be as loud as I want down here.” Tracey smiled, and handed him the remote for the satellite receptor on the TV. “Shall we?” Ash aimed the remote at the TV screen, and hit the power button. The TV turned on, but the only thing that greeted them was a bright blue screen.

 

“The hell?” Tracey asked.

 

Then, this message appeared on the screen: Welcome. Your PokéDish system is starting up.

 

Ash and Tracey exchanged glances. “Oh,” they said simultaneously.

 

They turned their heads at the sound of the door opening and footfalls on the steps. Mrs. Ketchum came down the stairs, smiling.

 

“My, you two certainly got a lot done today,” she said. “Everything working alright?”

 

“Yeah, we got everything up and running,” Ash said.

 

Mrs. Ketchum nodded. “You really put a lot of work into this old basement, Ash. It looks really nice.” She then looked at Tracey. “And thanks for coming over to help, Tracey.”

 

“Don't mention it, Mrs. Ketchum,” he said. “Besides, I've put together bigger systems than this. Which reminds me…” Tracey looked at the two Ketchums. “Wanna see just how well this works?”

 

Without waiting on an answer, Tracey clicked on the radio, which, unintentionally, was set to a local hip-hop station. The bass was also accidentally set all the way up, and the heavy bass line of the current song, combined with the system's high volume, made the entire house shake. Tracey balked backward before lunging at the stereo components, slapping his hand over the on/off switch. The system turned off, leaving a deafening silence in its wake.

 

“Sorry about that,” Tracey said nervously. “See, this is why you don't want to turn it up that much—you know, blowing out the speakers and whatnot.”

 

“I'll try to keep that in mind,” Ash deadpanned. There was also the sticking point that Ash did not like hip-hop music.

 

Mrs. Ketchum walked towards the stairs, motioning for Ash and Tracey to follow. “Well, come on up, you two. Dinner's just about ready. You're eating here, right?”

 

“Well, sure,” Tracey said. “You sure there'll be enough?”

 

“You know my mom,” Ash said, “my mom always makes a lot!”

 

“Hurry up, you two!” Mrs. Ketchum called. “You don't want it to get cold, do you?”

 

“Alright, we're coming!” Ash called.

 

“Oh, by the way, look who else is joining us,” Mrs. Ketchum said as Ash and Tracey entered the kitchen. Leaning against the sink, scratching behind Pikachu's ears, was Misty, smiling at her boyfriend.

 

“Hey, Ash,” she said, walking over to him. “Glad to see me?”

 

“Always,” he said. He slid one arm around her, and pulled her into a kiss. It was a light kiss at first, just a peck, but their mouths opened and their tongues mingled.

 

But Delia stepped in to break it up. “Alright, knock it off, you two,” she said sternly. “Come on, it's time to eat.”

 

So the four of them sat down to feast on Mrs. Ketchum's wonderful cooking.

 

 

* * * * *

 

 

Ash knotted his towel around his waist as he exited the bathroom. He just stepped out of the shower and was mostly dry, save for his hair. As he stepped out, he instinctively went to the staircase; however, that wasn't applicable anymore. His bedroom wasn't upstairs, it was the basement. Making a mental note, he turned and walked to his new bedroom.

 

He descended the stairs, and looked at his new setup. All the new elements would need some time to get used to. Still, the young Pokémon master liked what he saw. The next step up, when he was old enough, was to get his own sprawling, palatial estate, surrounded by even more of the fruits of his hard work and drive to be a great Pokémon master.

 

When he looked at his new bedroom, he noticed the television was still on. Odd…he was certain he turned it off before going up to the bathroom…and Pikachu was fast asleep in his new Pikachu condo on the other side of the couch…so what was the deal?

 

“Hey honey,” he heard a voice say. It was Misty's voice, he figured out. She was sitting on end of the couch, opposite the bed, scanning through the channels. In Misty's other hand was a flyer that listed all of the new channels. She put the remote and the flyer down on the coffee table and beckoned him over. He sat down next to her.

 

“How you feeling?” she asked, turning toward him.

 

“Little tired from moving furniture around all day, but I'm alright, mostly,” Ash answered.

 

“`Mostly'?” Misty asked. She grinned, and leaned closer. She pushed on his chest, and Ash went back, his head on the arm of the couch. Misty sat astride his pelvis, and lay down across his chest. “You're not ready to turn in alright, are you?” She leaned in and kissed him. Unlike earlier, there was no stopping their kissing from getting more passionate.

 

Ash slid his arms up and down her back as they kissed. She broke the kiss off and looked into his eyes. The lust flared between the two. “Well not anymore,” Ash said with a smirk. He pulled Misty down atop him, and they kissed again, deeper this time. Misty slowly rolled her hips, grinding herself against Ash's hardening member.

 

One hand came off of Misty's body, and felt around for the remote. He used it to turn off the television, focusing on his girlfriend instead. During that brief moment Ash shifted his focus, Misty broke off the kiss and kissed down to Ash's neck. His back arched at the sensation as Misty started sucking on him.

 

“Ooooh, Misty…” Ash moaned.

 

Misty said nothing; she simply sucked harder on him.

 

Ash, for the most part, was content to let Misty cling to his neck with almost vampiric gusto. She kept her eyes closed and breathed mostly through her nose, as her lips remained tightly on Ash's neck. Their mutual arousal grew with each passing second—Misty's lips on him, combined with her grinding against his crotch, made his cock grow harder and harder. And while Misty was sucking on him, Ash's hands were getting more familiar with her body, and his now fully hard dick pressed against her…the few layers of fabric between them might as well have been a brick wall. They both knew that Ash would have a huge hickey on his neck when he gets up tomorrow morning, which also put a naughtier spin on the moment.

 

Misty kept up her ministrations, spurred on by Ash's hands roaming her body and his groans of pleasure. One hand settled on her butt, while the other busied itself with one of her breasts. The hard nipple poked through the fabric, and Ash's fingers brushed over it again and again. His other hand settled on her firm, lush backside, squeezing and releasing over and over. Eventually both hands settled on her ass, massaging and kneading the firm flesh. Misty moaned at the treatment, even whimpered lightly when Ash gave her ass a lovetap. Then, Ash's hands slid up her taut stomach, and up her shirt. He took her breasts in hand, smiling as he discovered Misty wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her shirt came up a little as Ash caressed and kneaded her tits. She kept moaning into his neck. Her moans turned into a muffled whimper as Ash's fingers found her nipples and tweaked them; that moan made Misty scrape her lover's neck with her teeth, causing him to whimper loudly.

 

Misty's mouth came off him, and she looked him dead in the eye. Ash's hands stopped, but still cupped Misty's tits. Her hands slid up his forearms to his own hands. “Don't worry,” she said, gently taking his hands off her breasts. “You'll see them, eventually.” She got off him, and pulled him to his feet with her. She led Ash over to the bed. He was on his knees watching her, but instead of joining him on the bed, she went over to the stereo system. There was a CD there that did not belong to him; one look at the CD-R label told him it was a burned CD…possibly Misty's. She turned on the system, put the CD in, and turned the volume up.

 

Ash bit the corner of his mouth. It was R&B music, which, along with hip-hop, was among his least desirable music genres. And while it didn't trigger an immediate need to silence it (that “honor” was reserved for country music), part of him at least considered asking to turn it off. However, the site before him changed his mind. His mouth was open at the site before him, but for a much different reason.

 

Misty smiled at him with lust in her eyes. She started moving her body in erotic motions. “Lay back and relax, Ash,” Misty said as the music started. She let out a low, sensual moan. “I want you to enjoy this.”

 

And enjoy it, he would. Her boyfriend was hypnotized by her motions. Ash regained his composure, and sat back against the pillows. He dare not take his eyes off the site before him.

 

The song playing was a love song (Ash surmised from the lyrics), with a good amount of bass. The rhythm was captivating, and as Misty danced for him, he was subconsciously bobbing his head to the beat, even if just a little.

 

Misty moved to the music, bumping-and-grinding her hips and sliding her hands up and down her torso. Her eyes swept up and down her boyfriend's body. In the years she knew him, his scrawny physique gave way to a lean, lithe form that was agile and surprisingly strong. Granted, he didn't have the muscle mass that someone like Brock did, but excessive muscle mass on Ash just wouldn't look right.

 

Of course, to Misty's delight, he was big where it mattered the most—both metaphorically, and physically.

 

She heard him gasp lightly when her hands found the fly of her shorts. Her eyes met his as she undid the button, and slowly unzipped the zipper. Then, she bent over slightly and pushed the shorts down off her hips and to the floor. Bending over in such a way gave Ash an excellent view of her cleavage.

 

Misty stepped out of her shorts and began dancing again. Her hands slid up her thighs, over her thinly covered pussy, and back up to her chest. Her hips rolled along with the beat, while her hands slid up to her head and undid her ponytail, letting her hair fall about her shoulders.

 

Her hands caressed her stomach, and her breasts, still covered by her shirt. Her eyes met Ash's; it looked like he wasn't even blinking, thinking he might miss something. Perfect, Misty thought. He won't want to miss any of this. Misty's hands came to her waist, and she slowly turned around.

 

Ash's eyes were fixated on her ass, which was clad only in a dark red thong—a garment that Ash bought for her some time ago. After one lovemaking session, Ash asked why Misty didn't wear such style of underwear. She simply said she didn't find them appealing. However, she agreed to wear them, as long as Ash would buy them for her. When they next met up, she learned that Ash went out and purchased a bunch of them for her, citing her earlier words. Of course, Ash would learn she started wearing them pretty frequently. Man, did Ash love the way her ass looked in them!

 

A slight rustling of clothing regained Ash's attention. He looked up to see Misty standing still where she was, her hips still cocked, but now her shirt was hanging off her right hand. She looked over her shoulder, let the shirt drop out of her hand, and winked at him. She turned around, and kept dancing. However, she kept her breasts teasingly out of view from her boyfriend either by taking them in her hands, or covering them with her forearms. Ash got up on his knees. His eyes were glued to Misty's near-nude form. With a light chuckle, Misty leaned forward, and crawled on the bed up to Ash and was on her knees before him.

 

“So, did you like that?” she said, her voice just above a whisper. The tent in his towel formed by his bulging cock told her all she needed to know.

 

Ash didn't answer anyway; instead he wrapped his arms around Misty and kissed her deeply. Misty's tongue sought out Ash's as she caressed his chest. His hand slid down her back and cupped her toned, firm ass. She moaned as Ash's tongue caressed hers and he massaged her ass with both hands. She broke off the kiss and grabbed Ash's towel. After unknotting it, she cast it aside. She stroked his hard cock. His pubic region was shaved clean (a quid pro quo he and Misty set up so Misty would shave her pussy).

 

“Oh, Misty…” he gasped. Her hands felt so good against his member. Ash slid his hands up her body and took her tits in his hands. He rolled her nipples in her hands and pinched them, making her gasp. When he reached down to her waist and grabbed the straps of her thong, she sat back and slid her feet up onto his shoulders. He slid the garment off, and tossed it aside. Misty got back to her knees. Her mouth was on Ash's again in another deep kiss. She leaned forward, urging Ash back. Ash let his head rest against the pillows.

 

Misty straddled his waist as she kissed him. His cock brushed against her ass. She pulled her lips back from him a few feet and stared into his eyes.

 

“What's wrong?” Ash asked.

 

“Nothing,” she answered. Then, she grinned at him. “I just want you to eat me out, that's all.” Misty slid completely off him. Ash was about to sit up as well, when Misty's hand on his chest stopped him. She then mounted his face and leaned forward, facing his crotch. As her tongue licked the head of his cock, she pushed her hips back, pushing her pussy into her boyfriend's face.

 

Meanwhile, the stereo played the next song on the CD.

 

Ash was quick to reciprocate. He set his hands on her ass so that he could hold her pussy lips open with his thumbs. He set to work probing her pussy with his tongue. He licked around her wet lips, then pushed his tongue inside and lapped at her insides. Misty's pussy juice dripped onto Ash's mouth with each stroke of his tongue. The taste made Ash eat her with greater enthusiasm.

 

Misty, meanwhile, was hard at work sucking her boyfriend's dick. She ran her tongue around the tip, sweeping up the precum that dripped out. She took the tip into her mouth, then more and more of her Ash's thick meat. She had no trouble taking the entire length into his mouth. Soon, she was bobbing her head up and down on him. While she sucked him, her fingers played with his balls. The tongue working over her cunt drove her forward.

 

While she was sucking his dick, Ash kept working her wet pussy. He leaned up and pressed his entire mouth up against her opening, and he took a long, deep suck. His hands, meanwhile, brushed lightly against her thighs, his fingertips barely touching. Misty moaned and whimpered, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. The moaning sent vibrations through his cock, which in turn drove Ash to greater levels of pleasure.

 

Ash's cock popped out of her mouth. She licked up and down his length. “Oh god, Ash,” Misty panted. “Eat me, baby…” She let out a loud moan, and took him back in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his dick, pausing when the entire length was in her mouth. Ash's lips moved down to her clit, while he pumped two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. He pressed his tongue against her clit, and gave her ass a slap with his free hand. Her quick, high panting told of her impending orgasm. To set Misty off, he pushed his tongue into her clit as hard as he could, and thrust his fingers faster and faster. She pushed her hips back against Ash's hands and his mouth, and her moans ended in a loud, muffled wail as she came. Ash kept his fingers buried as far into Misty's cunt as he could—partly to prolong her orgasm, and partly because the vibrations from her screaming around his dick pushed him over the edge, and with a loud grunt, he came in Misty's mouth. He could feel each spurt of his cum going into her mouth, and better still, he could feel her swallowing his load.

 

“Oh…god…” Ash gasped. He flopped back against his pillows. Misty lay limp overtop him. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy. He brought them up to his mouth. They were covered in Misty's cum. He slid his fingers into his mouth, and sucked all her juices off. When they were clean, he took them out, and rested his hands against his chest. He closed his eyes with a sigh. Misty has such a wonderful taste…

 

His eyes opened when he felt a weight on his body. Misty lay atop him, smiling at him. He smiled back, and drew her into a kiss. She moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips against his crotch. Ash rolled them onto their side. Their kiss continued, and Misty entwined her legs in his. They could taste themselves on the other's lips.

 

Again, the song changed on the CD.

 

“Mmmmm…” she moaned. “You do such a good job of eating my pussy.”

 

Ash chuckled. “Well, I get plenty of practice,” he said. He ran a hand down her firm stomach to her bald pussy, and slipped two fingers inside. She moaned softly. “You're no slouch at oral, either.”

 

“Like you said, darling…practice,” Misty said. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. They kissed again, and before too long, Ash's cock was again hard in her hands. “You don't go down very easily, do you?”

 

“Well, I have my beautiful, sexy girlfriend in bed with me…” he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “…and I'm about to make love to her and blow…her…mind…”

 

Misty shuddered at Ash's words. She pushed him on his back and straddled his waist. Her wet pussy lips ran up and down his cock. She lifted herself up, and Ash positioned his unit straight up, aimed right at Misty's pussy. She felt her lips being pushed aside from Ash's tip. She put her hands on his chest and sat down, fully impaling herself on her boyfriend's cock.

 

“Oh, god! Ash!” she whimpered. She looked down at him, biting on her lower lip. She slowly rocked her hips back and forth, feeling his cock penetrating deep inside her. The feeling made her moan. Ash slid his hands over hers.

 

“Yeah, Misty…” he gasped. “You feel so good…”

 

Her pace sped up, just a little. “Oh, god…oh, fuck…”

 

“Don't hold back, babe,” Ash said. “You can be as loud as you want, now.”

 

Misty nodded, and moved a little faster still. She leaned back, her hands on Ash's thighs. She lightly traced her fingers up and down the insides of his legs as her hips bucked back and forth, her pussy stretched wide over her boyfriend's hard dick. Having her arms back like that gave Ash a view of her beautiful, highly aroused form in all its glory. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took; every exhale came in the form of a moan, or a gasp, or a whimper, the result of pleasure building with every passing second. Sweat started to drip from her face, and her torso was covered in a light sheen that made her body glow.

 

“Ah! Ah! Oh, god! Oh, oh, ooooh, ohhh! Ohh yeah! Ahhh, fuck! Ohhhhhh!” Just as Ash said, she could be as loud as she wanted (or needed) without fear of reprisal. Misty got very vocal during sex, and Ash, well…loved to hear her scream in ecstasy.

 

Ash's hands slid around her hips and settled on her ass. He kneaded the taut flesh continuously. Misty laughed lightly at the feeling. “Mmm, you like playing with my ass, don't you?” she chided.

 

“What can I say?” he asked. He squeezed her ass tighter. “You have such a beautiful ass, hon.”

 

Misty leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest. She started picking up her hips and dropping them down on her boyfriend. Over and over, she bounced up and down on Ash's dick. One look down and Ash could watch her pussy slide up and down his cock as it would come about