Remembering back when I was a child and watched Pokemon anime for the first time, it felt like an adventure, and honestly it was an adventure that has kept me watching it since episode “Pokèmon, I chose you!” Because it was the original seasons of the anime I grew up with, these episodes are those that are closest to my heart, thereby making me view Ash, Brock and Misty as the main characters, along with Team Rocket of course.
It didn’t feel right for me when Misty and Brock were written out and Ash became the “straight” man and the role figure for the other trainers, my main reason for continue watching Pokèmon then became the never-ending antics of Team Rocket. I presume I’m not the only one who ended up with a soft spot for this trio of lovable rogues : )

So, for this week I decided to make a simple pinup picture of an adult Misty, posing within the jaws of a Gyrados. I don’t have any story this time, but I presume all the saliva in the Gyrados’s mouth imply that the orange-haired gym leader has grown into a delicious-looking young woman.

Commentaries are as always welcome, and for those who are Pokèmon fans out there; which are your favorite characters and what are your favorite seasons?

Update!
 DrakentheBlack has been so kind to write me a story for the picture, so here it comes, Misty and her Gyrados^^

Story..........................................

It started out as a regular day for Gym Leader Misty. Most of the year’s gym challengers were had already passed through Cerulean City, so she really only got to battle every other day or so when someone would challenge her as their third or fourth gym, or if there were any stragglers who picked a Fire-type starter and thus took an extra couple of weeks of grinding to get past her good but perverted friend Brock. This meant that she was often finding herself utterly board.

It was not that she didn’t have means of filling her schedule. As the local gym leader, she was both a celebrity, and the go-to gal whenever someone needed help. Anything from a rampaging stampede of Rhyhorn, to some girl’s Meowth got stuck in a tree. But what she really enjoyed doing was Pokemon battles!

She sat beside the pool of her gym, kicking her feet in the water as she thought about all the fun times she had as a young, naïve teenager. There were some crazy adventures and dangerous battles to be had travelling Kanto and Johto with Brock and Ash… If someone had told her that dimwitted boy she fished out of the river would one day become the very best like no one ever was, she might have died laughing on the spot.

She missed the excitement of those old days, and wished for something to add a little thrill to her life.

Suddenly, someone called for her attention from behind, startling her and causing her to drop into the pool. When she came back out, she was soaking wet, causing her dive suit to become somewhat transparent. When she saw who it was that had startled her, she grimaced about how much of a pervert he looked like. Of course this was the guy she was winning a wet t-shirt contest in front of…

He said, “We-he-hello there beautiful! You have the honor of being in the presence of the great Todd Snap!”

“No I don't think so. I've met Todd Snap. I traveled with him for a few days. You've got the look almost right, but the voice is all wrong.” Misty replied.

He seemed both confused and insulted by that answer, and he asked, “Never heard of Pokemon Snap!? The most renowned photography studio in the whole world!?”

Misty shrugged, “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Well then you’ve clearly been living under a rock! But that doesn’t matter, because I’ve picked you to be the cover model for my next album!”

“Me? A model!?” Misty always thought she was a true beauty, and she was often envious of girls who could catch the eye of every guy in the room – though a few of them secretly caught her eye as her hidden stash of Hey Boy magazines would attest to – so it was actually a delight to have someone finally acknowledge her beauty. She very quickly became friendly with him as she asked what this album was going to be.

“This is going to be a series of skilled and beautiful trainers with some of their favorite Pokemon.”

“Fascinating! You clearly have a sharp eye there, so I’ll gladly be the cover model!”

“Great! Now go stand over by those shells and take your clothes off.”

“Wait, what!?” Misty wasn’t so happy to hear that command, and Todd replied, “You know, those seashell-shaped decorations on the wall.”

“I thought you just asked me to take my clothes off!?”

“Well of course. Ever since ancient times, models have posed in the nude.”

His attitude made her think of how Brock would always pursue any girl they came across. She was often jealous of them, but being on the receiving end of it was much less flattering and felt more like she was a Gardevoir being thrown into a daycare with a Ditto.

“Don’t look so offended. I find Pokemon have a natural beauty to them, and it’s only fitting that their trainers be presented in their own natural beauty.”

Misty bore a blush and a pout as she informed, “Well, that all makes sense, I guess, but you could come up with a more polite way to ask a girl to undress…”

She went to the desired location, and took off her swimsuit so that she was standing completely naked. She heard a camera click, and she rounded on Todd who informed, “Sorry, he-he, my finger slipped.”

“I thought you were supposed to be a professional, kid.”

“Don’t worry, I probably just got the floor anyway. Now, let’s see your favorite Pokemon!”

Misty considered bringing out her Tentacruel for a moment, but given that particular partner enjoyed coiling its tentacles around her and groping her, or binding her wrists and ankles and tickling her or spanking her until she screamed for mercy… what she enjoyed doing with her Pokemon was fine behind closed doors, but not to be put on display for a little pervert’s spank bank.

She decided to bring out one of her strongest partners: Gyarados! The giant, blue, sea-dragon emerged from the pool with an intimidating roar, and Todd snapped a few quick photos of it while complimenting its majesty.

Misty wasn’t even posing for the time being, she was simply petting and hugging her partner, but Todd still snapped away with his camera. He finally asked, “How much control do you have over this mighty creature!?”

“It will do whatever I ask, and we’re close enough I can even use mega evolution on it!”

“Fascinating! It does whatever you say? Do you feel safe around it?”

“Of course I do! My Gyarados would never hurt me!”

“If you’re so confident, would you be willing to sit in its mouth?”

“What!?” Misty was unsure if she was more surprised by yet another crazy request, or about the fact that she was even surprised.

He shrugged, “I mean if you can’t back up your words, that’s fine, just means you’re all talk.”

“I am not! Gyarados, open your mouth!”

Gyarados was confused by her request, but it still obeyed and opened its mouth in front of its trainer. A moment later, it received an explosion of flavor.

Misty tried not to cough as rancid breath was exhaled over her. She carefully braced her hands and feet on her Pokemon’s lips, ducked between long, sharp teeth, and then had a seat on its squishy tongue. She folded her arms and crossed her legs as she said to Todd, “See, I told you I could do it!”

The cameraman was quick to snap another picture, and he proclaimed, “This is the perfect position! Let’s have you try a few different poses!”

Misty really wanted to get out of her Pokemon’s mouth as fast as possible. As much as she loved the water, she was not a fan of the humid breath causing precipitation on her back, nor the heavy globs of saliva that oozed around her. Regardless, she tried a few different positions. She reclined across the width of the mouth, rolled onto her belly to show her backside – giving her a rather unsettling view of the darkness of Gyarados’s throat. She then rolled over to lay with her head facing outward while her toes carefully braced against the folds to her Pokemon’s gullet. Finally she sat upright again in a simple, but sexy manner. She hoped Todd wouldn’t want to take too many more pictures. Gyarados’s tongue had not exactly been stagnant as she rubbed her body all over it, and with saliva becoming heavier, she was downright covered in slime.

Gyarados had been very well behaved. Holding as still as possible while treading water to avoid biting its trainer. She was so delicious that simply having her in its mouth was a great pleasure. Todd was clearly not satisfied though, and he ordered, “Come on Gyarados! Do something!” He then threw an apple at the Pokemon’s face, causing it to flinch.

Misty eeped as jaws closed around her. She managed to get her hands against the roof of the mouth and encourage it to open again, and she shouted, “What do you think you’re doing!? Don’t you know how easily Gyarados enrage!?”

Irritating it seemed to be his goal, as he threw another apple, this one striking the Pokemon directly in the eye. Gyarados recoiled, looking straight up as it roared, and gravity pulled Misty straight into its throat. At that point, she very quickly became lodged with her breasts squished uncomfortably, and her arms pinned to her sides. All she could do was kick her legs about as an enraged and confused Gyarados choked on her. Unable to dislodge the girl the way she came in, her Pokemon swallowed instead. The red-head felt muscles threaten to crush her as they got a strong grip on her, and then to her horror, she was pulled straight down deeper into its body. She screamed the whole way down, her descent visible as a bulge distending Gyarados’s body sliding toward its middle.

Todd protected his camera as he took cover beneath some bleachers, and Gyarados erupted from the pool and crashed straight through the wall of the gym. In its outrage, Gyarados caused twisters that ripped the roofs from buildings, and civilians on the edge of town evacuated, while those at the center could only take shelter and wait out the storm. Officers Jenny throughout Cerulean did what they could to protect people while directing the rampaging Pokemon away from populated centers, and all of them wondered where Misty was.

Meanwhile, Misty was trapped inside of her beloved Pokemon’s stomach. Her naked form was unprotected from the acid that pooled around her and soaked into her body, irritating her skin and turning it pink. If she thought its breath was bad, the viscous pool full of rotting and dissolving fish meat was significantly worse. She was thrown about within the long, fleshy sack, and struggled to find any purchase or handhold. Even when luck would allow her to reach the sphincter she had entered through, the surface was far too slippery and closed far too tightly for her to get through. She screamed to her Gyarados to have it let her out, and called for help from anyone who may be nearby, but her cries were muffled and barely audible, even without the howling winds. And her struggles were only enough to cause the Pokemon’s middle to bounce, hardly noticeable by the large creature.

Misty was not going anywhere, and her only hope was for Gyarados to come to its senses, figure out what it did to her, and let her out before she was digested alive. Of course, Gyarados were known to rampage for weeks, even months, and given that hers had a lot of pent up energy from hardly ever getting to battle…

She screamed and flailed and splashed about as the touch of acid started to become painful…

...

Ash was rather irritated that Misty didn’t come to his 11th-1 birthday party. She also wasn’t replying to any of his calls or messages. And to think, she was one of his first friends! If she was going to be that way, then fine! He had other friends he could look up and celebrate with. He wondered how May and Serena were doing…

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