Sleeping in an actual bed at the Pokemon Center was pretty great.

No, it wasn’t being in a heated room, and no, it wasn’t even sleeping under a roof.

It was about Ash having his own room (with Clemont on the other side hogging Ash’s air, the jerk), and the door being unlocked. It gave me the perfect chance to crawl into bed next to him and sleep with him for a few hours. Pikachu was so deep asleep that he didn’t even hear me, and Clemont seemed to snore. Everything was perfect; I was curled up next to Ash, running one of my hands down his buff, masculine chest, and nuzzling my cheek against his. I have no idea how I didn’t wake him, but I don’t care.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep this up all night, and eventually had to retire to my own room with Bonnie asleep in a bed next to mine. Fennekin curled up next to me and acted as a great body warmer, so I slept pretty soundly, even without Ash by my side. I knew that he missed me being next to him, though. I could feel it.

A lot of things ran through my mind; Jessica taking Furfrou’s entire load down her throat, Furfrou mounting Jessica, and the terrified look on Jessica’s face after I put a hole in the salon’s wall. The look of fear in her eyes made me chuckle. I didn’t lay a hand on Furfrou except to get him erect; Jessica took the lead after that. I didn’t even get to feel her up!

I unbuttoned my pajama top, pushing it open and letting the air hit my breasts. My nipples were hard, but that’s a common thing whenever I think about Ash. I’m sure I was wet as well, but I was too distracted on my thoughts to touch myself. Besides the fact that I didn’t touch Furfrou, the truth was I actually wanted to. Even though Furfrou isn’t a human, isn’t that technically cheating on my Ash? Truth be told, Pikachu would likely be the same thing, but since touching Pikachu was indirectly touching my Ash, I think that could be forgiven of me.

What do I do now? Do I continue this little Pokemon fetish of mine? Thoughts of Mom’s Rhyhorn always sent shivers down my spine, almost as much as Ash did. Ash really loves Pokemon, so I really don’t think me making sure they feel good is something he would mind, right? I bet if Ash knew I was making Pokemon happy, he would be really proud of me. I could always just ask him, right? Ash would never judge me; he loves me too much to even think of doing such a thing.

“Hey Ash, what do you think of someone making Pokemon happy?”

I was blunt about my question the next morning at breakfast. As if on cue, Bonnie and Clemont had left the table to get ready to leave, leaving Ash, Pikachu and I alone. I looked down at the Fennekin and Pikachu, who were focused on eating a bowl of Pokemon food. My gaze returned to Ash.

“What do I think of someone making a Pokemon happy?” Ash repeated, putting a hand to his chin. He’s so smart. “Well, I think a Pokemon and its trainer should be good friends, so anything that makes a Pokemon happy is okay with me!”

“Really, you mean it?” I clasped my hands together and I just know my eyes lit up at his answer. Ash smiled; to the un-trained eye, he probably looked clueless as to what I really meant, but I know he probably had a faint idea. He’s as smart as any detective, my Ash. Even if he doesn’t know I was particularly talking about sex, he still knows what I’m doing is a good thing. “So if I make a Pokemon feel good, and it makes me feel good back, I’m doing a good deed?”

“Yeah, sounds great to me!” Ash replied while giving me a thumbs-up; I wanted to jump over the table and have him take me right here in the Pokemon Center. “You’re gonna be a great trainer, Serena. You’re already taking a Pokemon’s needs into account, and that shows you really care about ‘em!”

“Thanks, Ash! I knew I could count on you!” I knew I was gushing like a schoolgirl, but who could blame me? Ash is the perfect person! He was completely fine with what I was doing, so now I don’t have to feel any guilt about it! As long as he’s my number one, and the only human boy I give myself to, everything will be fine!