The first in a set of scenes depicting where I think my beloved Pokémon characters will be… an ill defined number of years later. Your ideas may well be different.
As always, for my beloved,
especially for reminding me that I'd somehow forgotten Togepi. Oops.
Doctor Misty Waterflower closed her word processor, and gave
her pampered Togetic a casual pet. The egg fairy pokémon fluttered joyously
above her head, reflecting its owner's good mood. Misty had finally finished
the definitive paper on social interactions between water and electric type
pokémon, and she was very pleased with the result.
Of course, she couldn't have written the paper without the
special help of her true love.
The redhead sighed with gentle nostalgia for her past
adventuring days. Still… sleeping on the ground, constant danger, frequent
arguments with Ash, being harassed daily by Team Rocket… And being in the grip
of a crush that never quite let up, despite her desperate attempts to pretend
everything was platonic.
Still, she missed her old friends. She was going to have
lunch with at least one today.
Of course, Misty's own beloved had put on a little weight,
too, but that came with settling down instead of traversing the countryside in
search of pokémon battles.
She turned as the love of her life stirred from sleep.
"Hmm?" Misty smiled affectionately, and dropped a kiss on the upturned face.
"The waters of life flow smoothly to a friend's shore, but it is still advisable to make the journey in a suitable vessel," her lover reproved gently, sitting up and staring accusingly at her.
Prima's startling curves had matured to heavy voluptuousness, Anna Nicole style, but she was still a beautiful woman. Still beautiful, and still almost incomprehensible.
Misty, fortunately, had lots of practice, enough to make a
valiant guess at her wife's meaning.
"Togi!" her pet chirped in agreement.
Prima put on her glasses, and pouted prettily. "Only the wind should know what lies beneath the ocean's surface."
Misty glared back at her, mentally translating. "Are you trying to say I dress like a dyke?" she demanded, reaching for her mallet.
They were both perfectly happy.