-Later on...-

Ash groaned as the sensual touch of a hand slowly stroked the shaft of his raging erection. A familiar female giggle accompanied the teasing motion as consciousness returned, shattering a pleasurable erotic dream. He forced his eyes open, blinking at the bright morning sunlight that streamed in through the window. Iris's body slowly came in to focus, her hand (which was curled around his cock) moving up and down the shaft.

"Morning, sweetie!" Iris grinned at him. "Just what have you been dreaming about?" Ash groaned, his sleep fogged brain trying to understand what she was doing in his apartment. The confusion must have shown on his face.

"I borrowed these, hope you don't mind." Iris waved a familiar looking set of keys in front of his face with her free hand, answering his unvoiced question. "I was gonna give you an early morning surprise, but look what I found!" She gave his cock a little squeeze.

"Have you been enjoying yourself without me, naughty boy?" She smirked, reaching over and picking up Ash's red thong panties, letting them dangle from one finger. "Eww, these are all sticky. What have you been doing to them, hmm?" She dropped the panties over his eyes, her other hand still teasing his shaft. The smell of his cum wafted into his nostrils, making his cock quiver.

"I was planning on giving you a special treat. But I don't think little-" She squeezed his shaft a bit tighter, before resuming her stroking duty. "boys who jerk off in their panties when I'm not around to watch deserve such treats, do they?" Iris cooed, her hand moving agonizingly slowly up and down his prick. Ash whimpered, his body writhing to her expert touch.

"But since you're such a slut, its obvious you're going to need several more pairs." She giggled, letting go of him. Ash moaned in disappointment as her weight lifted off the bed. She wasn't going to leave him in this state after all that teasing, was she?

"Put your panties on." Iris ordered him. "We've got shopping to do."

Ash reached up and pulled the red panties off his face as he sat up. Slipping off the bed, he moved behind Iris and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hard cock against the curve of her ass, but she slipped free of his grasp with a deft motion and turned to face him, an irritated expression on her face.

"Later... if you're lucky." She snapped impatiently. Ash fought to control his own irritation at her preemptory attitude. It wasn't like he had asked her to come into his home and interrupt his sleep. Swallowing his anger, he pulled the panties up. His still hard cock bulged obscenely against the tiny scrap of material. Iris giggled, watching him struggle to fit himself in his underwear.

"Aww, poor baby." She cooed. "Be a good boy, and I have a treat for you later!" She licked her lips and grinned at him.

Ash hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer while Iris watched him, tapping her foot impatiently. Maybe he wasn't thinking very clearly right now, but there was no way he was turning down an opportunity for a treat from Iris.

"Where are we going?" He asked after he had finished dressing, but Iris merely winked at him

Ash's palms started sweating as he donned his jacket. Iris merely watched in amusement as he finally managed to adjust it completely.

"Now come on! Pikachu's already itching to go out!" Iris told him. "Those panties won't buy themselves, you know!" She then winked at him again, before adding, "It's all on me."

She practically skipped out of the apartment, with Emolga following close behind. Ash and Pikachu reluctantly walked out of the house, not looking forward to the embarrassment that would follow. He closed the door, making sure it was locked, before heading towards Iris's direction. Distracted, he bumped into a man. They both fell over each other as Ash quickly got up. Two other people near them helped up the person he bumped into.

"Sorry!" Ash yelled frantically. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and - "

"Don't worry about a thing," the woman interjected quickly, as she quickly walked away with the other two.

"That was weird," Ash said, as Pikachu pulled his pant sleeve and pointed at them. The woman was holding five Poke Balls, which he knew were his. Indignated, Ash and Pikachu chased after them. "Come back, you thieves!" Ash cried.

"Da boss is gonna be pleased with this!" the shortest of the three stated.

"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!" Ash cried, and Pikachu let loose a bolt of electricity at them, but it...bounced off.

"Electric proof means electric attacks go 'poof'!" the man taunted, as they hopped into a Meowth-shaped hot air balloon.

"Who are you guys!?" Ash shouted, as they yanked off their clothes.

"Prepare for trouble, and possibly a breakup." the woman began.

"Make it double, you'd better hurry up." the man continued.

"To protect the world from devastation."

"To unite all people within our nation."

"To denounce the evils of truth and love."

"To extend our reach to the stars above."



"Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!"

"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"

"Meowth, that's right!"

"Team Rocket!" Ash yelled at them. "Give back my Pokemon!"

"Or else what?" Meowth asked.

"Or this," Ash began. "Pikachu, Thunderbolt one more time!"

Pikachu tried another Thunderbolt attack, but it just deflected off of their electric proof suits.

"We'd expect you to have caught on by now," Jessie teased him. "Pikachu's electric attacks are a no-sell!"

"Then how about this? Pikachu, use Electro Ball on Meowth!" Ash countered.

A ball of electricity formed and spiraled around Pikachu's tail, before it flung it at Team Rocket. Jessie and James got in front of Meowth.

"Hah! Nice try, loser!" Jessie laughed.

"Um...Jess, I don't think he was talking about Meowth." James pointed upward.

All three of them looked to see the Electro Ball attack crash into the balloon, popping a hole into it and sending them crashing. Jessie dropped the Poke Balls as the three tumbled down to the ground with the balloon. Ash and Pikachu managed to catch all of them as they got in front of the trio, who had collapsed in a heap, groaning.

"Team Rocket!" Ash repeated, and the three of them turned to him in fear. "You'll pay for cutting into my free time! "Palpitoad...Charizard...Glalie...Torterra...Herac ross...I choose you!" He and Pikachu tossed the remaining five Poke Balls into the air.

"Uh-oh..." James began, but Jessie wouldn't budge. "Frillish, Seviper! Go!" She sent out two of her Pokemon. "Bubblebeam and Smog!"

"Palpitoad, Mud Shot!" Ash commanded, and his Pokemon released globs of mud from its mouth. One clamped Seviper's mouth shut, disabling the attack, while two others hit Frillish dead on.

"Don't just stand there, do something!" Jessie yelled at James.

"Right!" he answered. "Amoonguss, Yamask, Mime Jr., go!" The mushroom Pokemon, the Spirit Pokemon, and the Mime Pokemon were released. "Stun Spore, Shadow Ball, Teeter Dance!"

Just as he finished, a ball of energy had already formed in Torterra's mouth. "Hyper Beam!" Ash yelled, as the ball converted into a large, destructive beam that took out Amoonguss and Mime Jr. in one hit. It didn't directly hit Yamask, but the force of it was enough to send it flying towards its trainer.

"Now to get rid of them. Palpitoad, use Hydro Pump! Charizard, Flamethrower! Glalie, Ice Beam! Torterra and Heracross, Hyper Beam again! And Pikachu, use Thunderbolt, now!" They all released the attacks they were told to do at their opponents, causing a big explosion, which sent them flying.

"Team Rocket's blasting off again!" they all wailed.



He recalled all of his Pokemon (sans Pikachu) and turned to him. "So what now?"

"Pika, Pikachu!" Pikachu scolded, running off.

"Oh, right, Iris! Wait up, Pikachu!" Ash told him, chasing after him. "Wait, I have an idea...Charizard, I choose you!" The fully evolved Kanto fire starter emerged from its ball. Pikachu stopped and told Charizard what they needed, so Ash and Pikachu got on the Fire/Flying type's back and rode him to the store, where Iris was waiting.

"Thanks, Charizard. Return!" Ash called, sending it back to its ball. He turned around to see an even more impatient Iris glaring at him cutely.

"What took you so long?" Iris asked, dragging him to the store.

"Wait, I can explain! I was on my way, and - Team Rocket showed up!" he began. "And they stole-"

"Them again? They just never quit..." Iris's expression seemed to soften a little. She now seemed very excited, but all Ash could think was that everyone was staring at him.

They couldn't possibly know that he was wearing women's panties under his jeans, could they? And they had no way of knowing what he was doing in the mall or where he was going. They would just assume he was taking his girlfriend shopping, right? No matter how many times he told himself that, every time a woman so much as glanced in his direction, he felt his cheeks redden.

"We're just going shopping honey." Iris teased him, catching on to his reaction. "It's not like you've got a dirty little secret now, is it?" Ash smiled weakly.

"Of course not..." He and Pikachu said at the same time.

"Ash, fancy meeting you here!" A familiar voice realized all of his worst fears in a matter of seconds.

"Hey there, May." Ash forced a smile onto his face, hoping it looked genuine as he turned to see her walking towards him. "I'm just doing some shopping."

"And this must be your girlfriend." May continued, turning an assessing glance on Iris. Ash tensed slightly, wondering how this encounter would play out.

"May, meet Iris. Iris, this is May, one of my older traveling partners and friends." He offered by way of introductions. He noticed the cool, almost hostile look that Iris was aiming at May and stifled a wince.

"It's nice to meet you, May." Iris's voice was only a couple of degrees off frigid. "I don't believe that Ash has mentioned you before."

"Oh, he doesn't talk much about himself, either." May laughed, brushing the almost insult aside. "It's all about the training and battling, and his friends. I wouldn't even know about you if it weren't for the pan-"

"So, how's Max doing?" Ash interjected, trying to change the subject. To his surprise, it actually worked.

"Who's Max?" Iris wondered.

"Max is my little brother," May said. "And to answer your question, he just started his journey a while back. He started off with a Treecko, like he always wanted. The Pokemon he has are Ralts - you should remember this one -, Shuppet, and-"

Iris drew herself up, her eyes turning steely. Ash cringed, waiting for the inevitable explosion. "Ash showed you some panties?"

"Oh, yes." May continued. Ash couldn't decide if she was really oblivious or deliberately winding his girlfriend up. "I must say he has excellent taste, don't you think?"

"Ah... she means my present, dear! They were delivered to work." Ash hastily supplied, hoping to avoid what was rapidly turning into an ugly situation. Iris started at him for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Oh," She said. "Those panties! Yes. Yes, he does have excellent taste." She wrapped her arm possessively around Ash's waist. "As a matter of fact, we're going to find some more that are to his taste today."

"Oh my, that sounds like fun!" May laughed and winked. "Well I certainly don't want to interrupt you two. I do hope you're coming to the Indigo League party next week though." She walked off with a wave of her hand, before dropping a slip on the desk.

"Sweetie?" Iris gave Ash an arch look, as he picked up the slip. "You didn't mention any party, either. You trying to hide me, honey? Worried about what dirty secrets I'll let slip?" Ash wondered how much worse his luck could get today.

"I-I wasn't planning on going." He started to stammer his excuse when Iris broke down in giggles.

"So, she likes your taste in panties, huh? What would she say if she knew just exactly what you like to do with those panties?" Iris laughed. "Oh, I'm looking forward to the party." Ash shuddered as he stared at the slip for a few more seconds. It said: "Dear, Ash Ketchum. Congratulations on winning the Indigo League at 1st place. A party will be hosted in honor of all of the competitors."

"Oh look!" Iris pointed towards a section that showed off some of their tamer lingerie. Suddenly Ash's palms were sweating again. Not even bothering to finish reading the invitation, he slipped it in his pocket and glanced around, trying to think of some way out of this.

"You're not fooling anyone, babe. I know you want to look at those skimpy little panties." Iris grinned, hooking her arm around his and pulling him towards the store. "Besides, you wouldn't want to disappoint Misty would you?"

"Misty?" Ash asked, confused. "What's Misty got to do with this!?"

"Misty's going to help you pick out a pair of white panties, just like we talked about. I know you were distracted, but you didn't think I would forget, did you?" Iris grinned evilly. Ash might have broken and run if Iris's arm hasn't locked onto him with a grip of steel. Pikachu sighed as Emolga dragged him to the women's restroom.

Forcing one foot in front of the other, Ash felt his cheek start to heat up as he entered the very pink and feminine store. He told himself that at this point, making a scene would only attract more attention to him. Besides there were lots of guys in here with their girlfriends. It was no big deal, no one would know a thing. Well, except for Misty...

"Iris! Ash! There you are!" Misty's voice greeted them both from across the store. Ash forced a bland smile on his face as Iris guided him towards their friend. He couldn't help but remember the phone conversation Iris had had with Misty about white panties, and what she had said about Ash.

Ash had only met Misty a couple of times before since she left him to go back to the gym. She was an orange-haired woman with blue eyes. Today she was wearing a white one piece bathing suit, a light jacket, and white flip flops (from Heartgold and Soulsilver). Ash mentally reminded himself to keep his eyes on her face.

"I've been looking forward to this ever since Iris told me about your... thing." Misty chattered excitedly, looking down at his pant area. Ash felt his cheeks flame again. He remembered very clearly what he had been doing while Iris had told her friend about the panties.

"Oh Ashy is looking forward to this too, aren't you Ashy?" Iris cooed. "He was so very excited this morning." She immediately tugged at his hard-on through his pants. Ash's cheeks were scarlet with embarrassment now as the two women giggled at his expense.

"So... Ashy boy." Misty picked up on Iris's cutesy pet name (it was really Gary's, but Iris used it much more often now, and for other reasons, too). "I was thinking white satin, or maybe lace panties. But what style do you prefer?" Ash looked blank, he had no idea what the different types were called.

"Ashy is very new to all of this." Iris smiled at his confused expression. "Perhaps if we could show him some examples?" Misty grinned at the idea.

"Well you have the basic low-cut briefs." Misty gestured towards one section of the store. "Feminine and sexy, but classy, it doesn't show too much." Ash looked in the direction she was pointing, his mouth suddenly very dry as he stared and the huge variety of panties on display.

"Or if you're feeling a little more daring, we could try thongs. No panty lines and it really shows off your ass." Misty winked at him. He almost jumped as Iris's hand slipped round to cup and squeeze his ass.

"He looks great in thongs." Iris murmured. Ash glanced around nervously hoping that no one was listening to this very public private conversation.

"Well the other option, if you want to show your slutty side, is g-strings." Misty smirked. "Of course there might be some coverage problems in your case."

"Well sweetie, what sort of panties would you like to get?" Iris asked sweetly. Ash opened his mouth and closed it again. Any answer he gave would make him an active and willing participant in her game. It would confirm what Misty already thought she knew.

"It's a little too late to be playing coy, Ashy." Iris grinned. "And don't forget that I promised you a treat later if you were a good boy. Only a kid would even think of missing out on that."

Ash looked glanced nervously around the store, his eyes taking in all the colorful scraps of material on display. His mind swirled with fragmented images.

"A...g-string." He whispered. Something about Misty's description of them as slutty spoke to his fantasies. Iris smiled triumphantly.

"Oooh G-Strings it is!" Misty practically shrieked. Ash glanced hurriedly around, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to him so far.

The two women dragged him over to a different section of the store where he fond himself surrounded by even tinier slips of material than before. His face burned with embarrassment as Iris and Misty started to flip through all the sexy panties trying to find the perfect pair for him.

"Got them!" Misty shrieked again, holding up a scrap of white material for everyone to see. Iris turned from her own explorations to study them.

"I'm not sure." She said uncertainly.

"Oh yes, these are definitely the ones." Misty's voice rose in volume as she grew more excited about her find. Ash darted nervous looks in all directions. To his horror he spotted one of the sales girls moving in their direction. He took a small step away from the two women, hoping to distance himself from the situation.

Misty was oblivious to the rest of the world, however. Before he could move further away, she stepped behind him and held the panties around his waist. Ash looked down at the tiny lace g-string. The tiny triangle of material that made up the crotch would barely cover anything. He shivered.

"See, they're perfect for him." Misty continued her argument. "The white lace says innocent, but the skimpy g-string says gagging for it!" Ash felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he watched the sales girl draw closer.

"Well the pink ribbon is a nice touch certainly. " Iris nodded grudging agreement. "But I'm still not sure."

"Can I help you ladies?" The sales girl asked, as she closed in on them. Her voice had that professionally friendly tone that store worked often employed. "Were you looking for something in... particular?" Her practiced opening faltered as she finally got close enough to see Misty still holding the white g-string in front of Ash's crotch. Ash shuddered, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole. He wondered if Pikachu was faring any better.

"Just what we need, a third opinion!" Iris smiled her sweetest smile as she moved to include the sales girl in their circle. "We're having a difference of opinion. What do you think of these panties?"

"Well... they... um... they are one of our more popular styles." The sales girl stuttered in flustered confusion. "Sexy, but stylish, in umm... innocent white with the.. ah... pink ribbon to emphasize your... femininity." She stopped looking nervously at the group as she realized exactly what she had said.

"Well what do you think, darling?" Iris asked, grinning evilly. "Should we emphasize your femininity?" Misty laughed. The sales girl raised her hand to her mouth in shock.

Ash nodded his head, burning with humiliation and desperate to get this over with as quickly as possible. He was painfully aware of the way his hard cock was pressing against the thong he wore under his jeans. He realized that if Misty moved the g-string his excitement would be visible to anyone who looked.

"It...I-" Ash stuttered.

"That's settled then!" Iris clapped her hands together girlishly. "We'll need a pair of these in your largest size." The sales girl nodded her head, glancing speculatively at Ash who hung his head in embarrassment.

"Oh goody, now we just need a couple more pairs and you'll be all set Ashy." Misty squealed enthusiastically.

Iris and Misty linked their arms around his and dragged him around the rest of the story. They stopped regularly to hold various styles of panties against him. In each case Iris took great pleasure in asking the sales girl for her opinion who accompanied them the whole time. After her initial shock, she seemed to have recovered her composure and was clearly now enjoying the situation. A couple of times, when she caught Ash stealing a glance at her, she hastily covered a smirk with her hand.

Ash had to admit that the whole experience was exquisite torture. His cock was throbbing in his pants and Iris managed to "accidentally" brush against his crotch on several occasions. The combination of the sexy panties, Iris's teasing and the knowledge that all three women knew that the panties they were looking at were for him, was almost unbearable. He almost wished Team Rocket would come in. Wait...that's it!

He looked out the window, and Iris turned to him. "What's wrong?" Iris asked him.

"I think I see Team Rocket..." Ash said 'nervously'.

"You're not afraid of those clowns, are you?" Iris told him. "You took them on not even an hour ago." She tightened her grip on his arm tighter.

"Team Rocket? Who?" asked the sales girl.

"Long story." Misty dismissed her answer, getting them back on track.

The final humiliation was when the sales girl offered to set up an account for him. The offer was accompanied by a blatant wink which both Iris and Misty found hysterical.

"Well honey, are you ready for your treat now?" Iris grinned, handing him the bag to carry as they left the store. Ash nodded eagerly, hoping that he would finally get some relief after the endless teasing.

"Guess we'd better get back home then huh?" Iris winked at him before turning to her friend. "Misty, we'll meet you back at Ash's apartment. Just follow us if you don't know the way. It's not far. Pikachu! Emolga! Let's go!"

An ecstatic Emolga and a dismayed Pikachu came out of the bathroom and back to their trainers.

Ash looked at Misty in surprise, then turned to give Iris a glare. What was the woman up to now? Despite all the teasing and games, they had never involved anyone directly in their sex life before. Iris met his angry look with a calm stare.

"Misty already knows what a sissy my boyfriend is. After all I told her, she's just spent the morning helping you pick out your girly panties." Iris smiled. " The least you can do is reward her. She just wants to see it for herself. She can keep a secret... unless you annoy her. But you wouldn't be silly enough to upset a friend of mine, now would you sweetie?" Ash shivered at the threat barely concealed by those words. He hastily shook his head, reflecting on how little control he now had over his own life.

"Good boy! Now lets get you back home so we can attend to this." Iris casually patted his crotch, her hand briefly cupping his swollen prick. Ash stifled a moan.

As they headed back home, Iris sent out a giant mole Pokemon with red markings all over it. "Excadrill, Drill Run!" Her Excadrill tightened its limbs and leaped to the air, spinning around like a drill. It tore a hole in a familiar hot-air balloon, sending them rocketing off.

"Ahh! Team Rocket's blasting off again!" they yelled, as Iris recalled her Excadrill.

"I'd like to blast them off next time," Misty said in amusement.

Misty was right behind Ash and Iris as they reached his apartment. Ash stood in the middle of his living room and turned to look at the two women as Iris closed the door with a decisive thud. He wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, but right now his excitement was over-riding any nerves he had. Once more, Emolga dragged Pikachu elsewhere, leaving only the three of them.

"Well?" Iris demanded, looking expectantly at him. "What are you waiting for. Strip off and lets see how your new panties look on you!"

Ash looked down at the small plastic bag which had dropped on the coffee table. He felt his cheeks reddening again. Did Iris really intend to parade him in front of her friend wearing only those skimpy panties?

"Mmmm. I can't wait to see you in your white g-string, Ash." Misty teased. "It'll show off that tight ass of yours to perfection."

"Oh yes, let's start with the g-string Ash!" Iris joined in, smirking at him. "Hurry up, you don't want to keep us waiting." Again Ash noted the hint of a threat to her words.

Ash snatched up the bag and strode towards his bedroom. He might have to parade himself in front of the smirking pair, but he would at least allow himself the dignity of getting changed in private.

Once there, he had lied on the bed, not even bothering to do anything he said.

"Ash, hurry," Misty taunted.

"I heard you the first time!" he retorted, as he hurriedly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, before peeling himself out of his thong. His hard cock sprang free from its containment making him reluctant to encase it all over again. But he couldn't ignore the threat behind Iris's words. He fished the white g-string out of the bag and stared at the tiny piece of cloth. It wasn't going to leave very much to Misty's imagination.

"What's taking so long?" Iris called out.

Shrugging, Ash stepped into the g-string and pulled it up his legs. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Misty was right, on a woman this g-string would look both innocent and slutty. On him though, it looked obscene. Gritting his teeth in resignation, he reluctantly stepped out into the living room.

Misty and Iris greeted his return with a series of whoops and catcalls. Ash felt himself blushing crimson with embarrassment. He felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable standing in front of these two fully dressed women. He couldn't deny his excitement though. In the skimpy g-string everyone knew exactly how excited he was.

To his horror, Misty raised a digital camera to her face and started snapping pictures. Ash stared at Iris in alarm, silently appealing for her to intervene.

"Well, I did promise her some pictures on the phone the other day." Iris laughed. "You remember that don't you?" Ash moaned softly, he remembered that phone call only too well. His cock twitched and swelled even further. He fought the urge to touch himself.

Misty shrieked. "Look at him. He looks like he's about to explode!"

"My, Ashy does seem to enjoy showing off his panties, doesn't he?" Iris grinned evilly. "Turn around Ash. Let Misty see your cute ass."

Ash reluctantly obeyed Iris's instructions, turning around, glad in some ways not to have to look the women in the face any more. He could almost feel their eyes on his exposed ass cheeks.

"Oh, that's a nice touch." Iris murmured. "The back is so small it doesn't cover anything at all. Bend over Ash."

Ash bent forward, moving his legs apart to steady himself. He felt so cheap posing like this, as though he was nothing but a piece of meat.

"He has a tight ass." Misty commented. "And it's practically begging for attention in those panties." Ash trembled, his cock throbbing as he posed for the two women. "He looks like such a fag boy. Does he let you watch him with guys."

"Oh my, Ashy's not into guys." Iris corrected her friend casually. She didn't seem surprised or upset by Misty's question. "He's just a horny slut. Turn around, panty boy. Let's show Misty how much you like your new panties."

Ash stood up and turned back around. Iris was sitting on the sofa now, her creamy legs crossed. Misty remained standing her camera at the ready to snap more pictures. The expression on her face said she didn't believe Iris for a second, Ash shivered with humiliation. Misty was sure he was gay, despite having known him for a long time. He hoped she wouldn't tell anyone else that.

"God, look how far he's sticking out." Misty giggled, keeping her camera busy. "The poor boy looks like he's gonna shoot any second."

"Oh he is." Iris murmured. "Don't stop taking pictures. You're going to love this!" Iris giggled wickedly, kicking the shoe off her right foot and wiggling her toes in Ash's direction. "You know what to do honey. Kneel down."

Ash dropped to his knees in front of Iris. His mind flashed back to the series of events that had started this. Iris was obviously trying to re-create the original phone call, only with Misty here in person this time. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her bare foot press against his panty covered cock.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Iris mocked, moving her foot ever so slowly along his shaft. Ash gasped, trembling with shame as he exposed the extent of his weakness to Misty. "Show Misty how much you like it."

Iris didn't have to say any more than that, Ash knew exactly what she wanted. The small rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop this, that he was giving both women more control over him. He had to stop this now. Instead he thrust his hips forward, pressing his engorged cock against Iris's foot.

"Oh... my... god!" Misty gasped, her voice sounding distinctly breathless now. Ash glanced over at her, his face crimson only to find himself looking directly into the camera lens.

"That's it. Fuck my foot in your slutty g-string." Iris smirked down at him, holding her foot still, forcing him to thrust and rub himself against her. "Show Misty what a bitch you are."

"This is so hot." Misty giggled, snapping picture after picture. Ash glanced at her again, burning with shame and humiliation as he desperately thrust his panty clad cock against Iris's foot.

"So I guess Gary wouldn't do something like this for you huh?" Iris asked mischievously.

"Gary? Oh, no!" Misty laughed dismissively. "Any time he gets hard, he's going to push me down and take me like a man. Of course, he's not a sissy like your Ashy here."

Ash groaned, burning with humiliation. Iris seemed to enjoy the added embarrassment that her friend was causing him. He panted, thrusting desperately. His cock was throbbing painfully and he could feel himself getting close.

"Get ready." Iris grinned evilly. "He's not going to last much longer."

She was right. Ash whimpered as she started to move her foot again, curling it around his swollen shaft. He thrust violently forward, letting out a strangled moan as the first spurt of cum shot into his white panties.

Iris hastily pulled her foot away, allowing Misty and her camera an unobstructed view as he soaked his white g-string with cum.

"Oh I can't wait to see how these turn out." Misty sniggered, as Ash lied on the floor, panting. Iris and Misty left him there to upload the pictures on the computer. He felt like he was forgetting something, but he was too far gone to think of what it could be. As he clenched his hands on the carpet and grinded on the floor, he began masturbating.

"M-Mistress..." He moaned, as he shot one more spurt of cum. By now, his panties were soaked. He didn't notice Misty recording him, or Iris coming up behind him. She cupped her hands on each of his ass cheeks, causing him to hump the ground harder and faster. He seemed too distracted to even notice her there, so she decided to turn him around and give him a fierce kiss. Her tongue danced all around his mouth, and Ash gripped her ass, much like how she grabbed his. She slowly pulled down his pants, ready to give him his special treat, when-

"Oh, no! The Indigo League celebration party is in twenty minutes! We have to get ready!" she yelled, leaving him hanging. So that's what he had forgotten! She and Misty had rushed to get ready. The bitch had probably done this on purpose. Ash fumed as he went to his room to change. He was grateful to Iris for reminding him about the party, but not so grateful for giving him blue balls. Pikachu was looking at the mirror, wearing a tuxedo.

"Don't look at me, Pikachu," he muttered, as he rushed to the bathroom to change.

A few minutes later, he came out, wearing a suit that looked similar to his original outfit. He and Pikachu went down, Pikachu hiding behind Ash. Apparently, Emolga had left him at the edge of climax. They saw Emolga and Axew, who wore nothing, and Misty, who was wearing the same outfit as before. But by far the most standout one was Iris, who wore her pink swimsuit (the one she wore in Best Wishes! 2, during Dawn's cameo).

Ash and Pikachu stared at her. Was she really going to wear that to a party?

"They seem to like your outfit!" Misty gushed at Iris. "It's bound to turn some heads!"

Ash shuddered at that last statement as they all headed out of the house. Iris locked her arm around Ash's, occasionally tapping his butt. A few minutes later, they were in front of a building.

"Pika Pika?" Pikachu asked.

"That's the place, buddy. Let's go!" Ash was actually looking forward to this. In a formal setting, he couldn't possibly be humiliated...