The next morning was quite a rocky one for me – for starters, I wasn’t entirely sure if Pikachu was going to keep his mouth shut. Of course, I didn’t know what he was saying to begin with, but that sense of trust I had last night just seemed to disappear when I saw him perched on Ash’s shoulder after my Ash woke up.

I gave Pikachu a smile and, surprisingly, he returned it. Maybe it was all ‘water under the bridge’ between us? Ash has raised Pikachu to be very polite, it seems; just another way of proving what a perfect trainer Ash is.

To be honest, I can’t even remember what we had for breakfast that morning, if we ate at all; all I remember is watching Ash stand up and dust himself off, talking to Clemont as we all started walking. Bonnie tried to start a conversation, and luckily a simple “Mhm” or “Yep” every few seconds was enough to humor her. I was too focused on watching Ash walk in front of me.

Pikachu turned around on Ash’s shoulder to look at me every once in a while; I smiled at him, but there was still an air of tension between us after last night. Ash didn’t notice, however – something I was thankful for.

After however long we were walking, we reached a town. Looking back, I can’t even remember the name of it. Just as we were entering, a Furfrou seemed to come out of nowhere and knocked Bonnie over. We all made sure she was okay (because a very small fall was enough to apparently seriously injure her), and just as soon was greeted by Furfrou’s trainer, a girl named Jessica.

I’m not one to really be into girls all too much – I have a friend named Shauna back home that I once experimented with, but I don’t know if I’ll ever run into her again – but this Jessica girl was quite the looker: gorgeous, short dark-blue hair, aqua-blue eyes, and somewhat of a nice rack on her. Part of me wished she would ditch the white shirt under her yellow button-up just so I could get a peek at her cleavage. Her orange skirt was a bit too long for my tastes, but those black stockings of hers were something. They hugged her thighs and for some reason I really liked that.

She explained that her Furfrou wouldn’t allow her to groom it, supposedly because it didn’t trust her, or believe in her, or something or other. She was talking to Ash and I wasn’t fond of that. How does she have the gall to speak to someone else’s property, especially without asking permission? Bonnie talking to Ash is something I have to ignore, but this girl? Especially with her good looks, not to mention having a Pokemon that Ash seemed interested in? It’s just not going to fly - once Jessica spends a night massaging Ash’s chest while accidentally drooling on his shirt, then we can talk. Considering that will never happen, I do believe this groomer and I need to have a little heart-to-heart.

Shortly after Jessica told us her sob story, she took us to the Pokemon salon she worked at. The Furfrou there looked absolutely amazing! I wanted to pet it and hug it and everything, but then I took notice that it’s a Pokemon, not Ash, and most of my admiration faded. Although my love for Ash is strong, Rhyhorn back home did leave a new mark in my imagination, so before we left as a group I bothered to sneak a peek under Furfrou when no one else was looking – what a nice, meaty-looking cock this thing has!

I wonder if Jessica gives her own Furfrou handjobs -- I certainly would! I tried my hardest to look at Jessica’s as we all walked down the city streets, but it was too far in front of us and I would’ve looked weird ducking and moving around everyone to get a gawk. I was happy to assume that Jessica’s was packing just as much as the one in the salon, so while we headed in whatever direction she was leading, my mind wandered to ideas of being on all-fours, sucking off Ash while Furfrou mounted me from behind. I could feel myself getting wet, but eh, who cares.