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.

We were approached by a group of mysterious-looking stylists who claimed to be world famous, but neither I nor Jessica had ever heard of them. Ash probably has. He’s famous himself, so he probably knows everyone. Ever.

Ever.

Ash seemed just as confused as the rest of us, but I’m sure he was feigning it to not show-off. He’s so humble and perfect. Since I couldn’t get my Fennekin groomed at the salon Jessica worked at, I decided to let these supposedly-famous people (with a really cool-looking Wobbuffet) give it a touch-up. They seemed more interested in Ash’s Pikachu, but he told them Pikachu was just fine as-is. I have to agree; Ash takes such care in grooming and caring for Pikachu. I wish he’d lay my head on his lap and brush my hair for hours while telling me how beautiful I am. I bet he dreams about doing it, too; he’s just too shy. It’s adorable, really.

I hoped Fennekin looked really cute after I got it back; although I had no real idea who those stylists were, that Wobbuffet was enough to tell me that I probably left it in good hands.

For all of 10 minutes.

Soon after we left, we ran into Officer Jenny. She had helped me before in a previous town, but it turns out it was actually her cousin or something. Ash told me that all Jennies look the same in this region too, just like in Kanto. He’s such a genius, guessing that already!

Officer Jenny showed us a wanted poster of three criminals who were stealing Pokemon and posing as stylists – the same three that had my Fennekin! To make a long story short, it ended up being Team Rocket (big fucking surprise, after thinking about it), and they tried to steal Jessica’s Furfrou along with Pikachu and Fennekin. As usual, good triumphed over evil, the evil people blasted off into the sky, and everything was hunky-dory once more.

It was totally all Ash, though. Fuck whatever Jessica thinks she did, Ash let her hit Team Rocket and even let her take credit for it. He’s so generous.

After all was said and done, Furfrou decided to let Jessica groom it (or should I say ‘him’, he really was packing just as much as the other Furfrou!), and everything was right with the world. Jessica asked us to stop by again if we’re ever back in town – if ever we do, she’s not talking to Ash again. He smiled at her way too much, and I don’t like that.

It was for that reason (among various others), that when we stopped to sleep in the Pokemon Center that night, I excused myself to “explore the town a bit”. Bonnie wanted to come with me, but thankfully Clemont told her that it was getting to be her bedtime and she needed sleep. I didn’t realize she even had a bedtime while traveling, but don’t look a gift Rapidash in the mouth, right? Unless it’s kissing you -- then you shove your tongue down that thing’s throat.

I checked my watch, hoping I wasn’t too late; 8 PM. The salon should be just about to close up. I walked as fast as I could without drawing much attention, practically yanking the door off the hinges when I walked inside. I saw Jessica brushing her Furfrou, giving him a very happy smile. She looked over at me, keeping that same smile for only a moment before turning to a look of uncertainty. I must have looked annoyed, I guess.

“Uh, Serena, are you okay?” Jessica asked me, placing the brush in her pocket. “You don’t look very happy.” I shook my head and remained silent, pulling the salon door shut behind me and locking it. Jessica stepped back a bit, and Furfrou jumped in front of her. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh, nothing big,” I started. I smiled at her the best I could muster. “I just wanted to talk to you about my Ash.”

“About “your Ash”? I don’t understand.” Jessica replied. “Did Ash get hurt? Is he okay?”

“Oh, no, my Ash is fine, thanks for asking!” I kept my smile while walking towards her, thrusting out an arm and putting my fist through the wall next to me. Jessica jumped back in absolute fear and Furfrou’s teeth were in full view while a growl came from his throat. “You see, Jessica, I think you’re a great person. I think Furfrou is an awesome Pokemon. I just don’t like other women talking to my Ash. We’re going to be married someday, you see.”

“Oh, is that all?” Jessica’s look of fear turned back to a smile; she was trying her best to not wet herself, I’m sure. I decided to play along, though. “I’m very sorry, Serena. I won’t speak to Ash again, even if you guys come back. I’ll just let you talk for me.”

Well, this wasn’t what I expected. I brought Fennekin’s Poke Ball and everything, halfway hoping for a fight. Since Jessica seemed to calm down, Furfrou did as well.

“I apologize for scaring you, then.” I said. “I just like making sure that other girls get my point, you understand.”

“Oh, I do completely!” Jessica agreed. Her feigning courage was absolutely adorable. “Besides that little misunderstanding, is there something you needed?”

Ignoring her rambling trap, I moved to my knees and looked at Furfrou’s underside. Furfrou was understandably confused, but it seems like confusion and fear are the only two emotions Pokemon have! Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know.

“What are you looking for?” Jessica asked as she joined me on her knees, looking at Furfrou. “Did I miss a spot? I usually don’t style a Furfrou’s belly.”

“Just watch.” I said. I reached a hand out, but paused. “Furfrou won’t bite me, will he?”

“No, Furfrou doesn’t bite unless someone’s trying to hurt it or me. What do you mean, ‘he’?” Jessica asked. I mentally took a deep breath and reached out to Furfrou’s underside, rubbing directly between his legs. Furfrou fidgeted a bit, and I almost pulled away; he didn’t jump away or open his mouth, so I was pretty sure I was safe to continue.

Of course, with a bit of rubbing, Furfrou’s pink erection, meaty-looking and throbbing as ever, came into view. I couldn’t tell where he was hiding them, but his pair of white-furred balls was now here as well; did male Pokemon hit puberty and have their balls drop every time they got erect? Wouldn’t that hurt or something? I don’t even remember seeing any on Pikachu. Maybe he wasn’t aroused enough. That must be it.

That, or Pikachu’s already been … no, don’t think about that, Serena! Not right now!

I was all smiles at the sight of Furfrou’s cock. Furfrou himself looked a bit surprised that I knew what I was doing, and Jessica … well, Jessica looked like you just told her someone had destroyed her house and took out her entire family along with it.

“What is that thing!?” Jessica must’ve jumped 10 feet away, practically slamming into the wall. She furiously shook her head. “I mean, I know what it –is-, but, what’s it doing on my Pokemon!?”

“Furfrou’s a boy, duh.” I said. “The Furfrou that your boss was grooming earlier was just about a big of a boy as yours is.” After another minute of staring at Furfrou’s cock like it was a drooling, man-eating Victreebel, Jessica eventually came up next to me again and looked at it in awe.

“It’s … huge!” Jessica marveled at her Pokemon. Furfrou actually blushed at the praise; he was so cute! “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this for so long, Furfrou!” Jessica praised. After smiling so much at Furfrou, Jessica turned to me. “So … what do I do, Serena?”

I wanted to smack her. I really did.

“What do you think you do, genius?” I asked. I paused to give her time to answer.
“They do?” Jessica actually looked confused. How old is this person, again? “Well, when Barry and I do it, he usually makes me put it in my mouth or he slides it between my boobs …”

“Wait.” I cut her off. “Barry, as in your boss, as in the man we met today?”

“Yeah, he says he needs my help to unwind after a client, and he lets me clean the brushes and the grooming table after he shoots on my chest or my face!” Jessica replied with the smile of a complete idiot. “I guess I do know a bit about boys after all!”

“Yeah, that’s great.” I replied in a dull-sounding voice, giving the girl a stare of complete amazement that someone could actually be this stupid and handle sharp scissors. “Anything you’ve ever done to Barry, you can do to Furfrou.”

“So I should let Furfrou spit in my mouth and call me ‘his trimmer bitch’? I don’t think he’d understand that, Serena.” Jessica said, putting a hand to her chin to ponder. “I guess I can try explaining it.” I was beginning to grow annoyed at this girl.

“For the love of my Ash; suck his cock and fondle his balls already, damn it!” I commanded. Jessica nodded her head and dove under Furfrou, eagerly taking his long erection into her mouth and wasting no time in bobbing her head. If Barry taught her how blowjobs work then by God he did a job of it; Furfrou was already panting and thrusting into her mouth within minutes. I could see the drool run down Jessica’s chin when I moved to Furfrou’s side; the sight was enough to make me have an orgasm right then and there.