Jessie's heart pounded hard against her ribs. Each beat echoed in the quiet Pokémon Center. Her fingers shook as she moved toward the door.
She had joined Team Rocket in the past, but she had never imagined she would stand here, helping someone do something this dark.
The thought dragged her back, unwanted and unstoppable, to that first time Ash did to her…
Ash reached for Pikachu's Heart Ball. He released her in a soft flash of light.
Pikachu appeared, ears twitching. Her eyes sharpened instantly. "Pika…?"
Nurse Joy turned. Her warm smile faded into confusion. "What's going on…?"
"Thunderbolt," Ash said. His voice stayed low and calm.
"Pika-CHU!"
A bright bolt shot out. Nurse Joy had no time to react. Her body jerked hard. Her eyes widened in shock.
Then a quick sharp pained scream escaped her lips... "Aaaahhh…" The cry rang out as the electricity ripped through her. Her knees gave way.
She slumped over the counter. Pink hair spilled across the edge. Her arms hung limp. Unconscious.
A startled sound came from the back. Chansey rushed through the doorway as she heard Nurse Joy's scream. Her round eyes grew huge with alarm.
"Pikachu, Volt Tackle," Ash ordered.
Pikachu's body glowed with crackling electricity. She charged in a fast, controlled burst. She slammed into Chansey. Raw energy surged through the pink Pokémon.
"Chan…!" Chansey cried out, surprised. Pikachu slammed into her. The impact sent Chansey flying backward.
She crashed into the wall with a loud THUD! Then she slid down and dropped to the floor in a soft heap, unconscious.
The room fell silent again. Only the gentle breathing of Nurse Joy and Chansey remained.
Jessie stayed by the door. Her eyes flicked to the entrance. She watched every shadow outside.
Ash stepped behind the counter. He moved with quiet confidence, like someone who had been here before.
Pokémon Centers across Kanto shared a familiar, standardized layout, so even though this was only his first time in the Pewter City one, he already knew exactly where to find things from his experience in Viridian City, and the Nurse Joy there had also explained her setup to him.
He opened the drawer without hesitation and pulled out the key for the main door.
"Jessie," he said softly. He tossed the key to her.
She caught it. Her fingers closed tight around it. She quickly locked the door. The lock clicked shut. The sound felt final. She turned the sign to CLOSED.
Ash reached into Nurse Joy's pocket. He took Chansey's Poké Ball and withdrew the unconscious Chansey slipped the ball into his system space.
Then he summoned two clones in twin flashes of light. He handed one a rope.
"Take her to her room and tie her up," he said. He gave the clone the key to Nurse Joy's private room.
The clone lifted Nurse Joy without a sound. He draped her limp body over his shoulder. Her white uniform wrinkled. Her skirt rode up a little. Pink hair fell down his back like silk. He carried her down the shadowed hallway. His footsteps faded away.
Ash watched them disappear around the corner.
Then his gaze dropped to Pikachu at his feet. She was nuzzling against his leg, rubbing her warm cheek lovingly along the side of his calf, tiny sparks of affection flickering in her fur.
Ash knelt down slowly. He reached out and stroked her head gently between the ears.
"Good job," he murmured, voice soft and warm. "Can you follow the clone? Just to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Pikachu's ears perked up. She gave a determined "Pika!" and nodded once.
In the next instant, she darted off silently, her small body vanishing into the shadows after the clone.
Ash stood up again, brushing his hands on his thighs.
The mission was about to begin…
Ash glanced at the holographic mission window that had appeared earlier, floating silently in his vision.
[Mission: Make Nurse Joy your slave
Reward: Unknown]
[Note: To make Nurse Joy your slave, you need to have intercourse with her 3 times in her vagina and 1 time in her anal.]
His eyes darted away from it, landing on Jessie. She stood by the locked door, looking at him.
Ash jumped over the desk and closed the distance in quick strides. Jessie stepped forward at the same moment, drawn to him like a magnet.
When they were near enough to feel each other's heat.
Ash placed his hand openly on her breast, cupping the soft swell through the thin white fabric.
No one was around to see. The Pokémon Center was empty, only their breathing filling the quiet space.
"How about we do it first… before Nurse Joy," Ash said, voice low and thick with intent.
His thumb brushed slowly over the hardening peak beneath her shirt, circling the stiff nipple through the thin white fabric in slow, deliberate strokes.
Jessie gave a quiet nod.
Her cheeks burned a deep, shameful pink.
Ever since the moment she had seen Ash again, that insistent itch had started in her private area. It grew hotter and deeper with every passing minute.
She didn't know why her body reacted this way.
She didn't even want to know the reason.
All she knew was the aching emptiness inside her, wanted was Ash.
To fill her.
To Claim her.
Ash saw the nod. A slow, gentle smile spread across his face. He wasn't going to make her wait any longer.
His other hand slid down her side. Fingers traced the soft curve of her waist. Then they dipped under the hem of her short red skirt. He hiked it up slowly. The fabric bunched at her hips, exposing her bare pussy completely.
Jessie's soft white thighs trembled. The cool air kissed her slick folds. But she didn't pull away. She couldn't. Her body stayed open for him.
He leaned in and kissed her.
The moment their lips met, Jessie's small white cap slipped from her head.
It tumbled down her back, bouncing once on the floor behind her with a soft pat.
Her high ponytail loosened slightly from the motion, a few hair strands falling free to frame her flushed face…
It started gentle, lips brushing, testing. But Jessie melted into it instantly. Her mouth parted with a soft, needy sound, tongue shyly meeting his.
She got lost so quickly. Hands rose to clutch his shoulders, body pressing closer as if drawn by gravity. Deep down, a part of her still resisted.
Memories of her old life flooded back unbidden, the fierce pride of the Team Rocket member, the sharp-tongued woman who commanded respect, who never bent for anyone.
She had once dreamed of power, of standing tall beside James and Meowth, of proving she was more than just another pretty face.
She shouldn't crave this.
She shouldn't want a boy like him, younger, touching her like she was his property, his toy, his slave.
The shame burned hot in her chest. It twisted with guilt, with the echo of who she used to be.
And yet… her body didn't care.
Heat pooled low in her belly, her nipples hardened under his palm, and her hips rocked forward instinctively.
Ash deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against hers in slow, claiming strokes. One hand stayed on her breast, kneading firmly now.
Fingers rolled the stiff peak through her shirt, pinching just enough to make her gasp into his mouth.
With the other, he pushed her skirt higher, exposing her completely, then cupped her slick heat.
Two fingers traced her swollen folds once, teasing, gathering her wetness before sliding inside with deliberate pressure.
Jessie's knees buckled slightly. A muffled whimper escaped against his lips as her walls fluttered around his intrusion, greedy and hot.
She was soaked already, shamefully so, dripping down his knuckles with every slow pump.
Ash curled his fingers upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside while his thumb found her clit, circling in lazy, firm rubs.
Her face flushed deep crimson, eyes glassy and half-lidded. Cheeks burned as she panted into the kiss. Droplets of sweat beaded at her hairline.
She tried to keep her voice quiet. Tiny, broken moans like "Nngh… Ash…" slipped out anyway.
Each slow, curling thrust of his fingers inside her made her thighs quiver uncontrollably.
Her hips jerked forward greedily, chasing the delicious stretch, begging for more depth.
In an instant, her white shirt and red skirt vanished from her body, pulled straight into his system space.
Her full breasts bounced free, heavy and perfect. The pale skin jiggled softly from the sudden release.
Her nipples were already stiff, standing out proudly, flushed a deep red at the tips from the cool air and his earlier relentless teasing. They begged for more attention, aching visibly.
Ash's palm settled fully on one breast, meeting her warm, soft skin. The weight filled his hand perfectly as he continued to squeeze gently at first, then firmer, kneading the plush mound.
His thumb also continued dragging roughly over her nipple in slow, deliberate circles. The rough pad of his thumb rasped against the swollen bud, making it throb harder.
Then he pinched it between thumb and forefinger, firm, twisting pressure that tugged the sensitive pink tip outward before rolling it slowly, sending sharp, electric sparks straight down to her dripping core.
Jessie's back arched sharply, a choked whimper escaping her lips as her nipple throbbed under the rough attention, swelling even more, hypersensitive and aching.
His other hand never left her pussy. Two fingers stayed buried deep inside her soaked heat, pumping steadily, stretching her fluttering walls.
He curled them hard against that spongy spot inside with every thrust, drawing out fresh gushes of slick that coated his hand and dripped down her trembling thighs.
The lewd, wet squelching sounds echoed softly in the empty lobby.
Jessie's trembling hands dropped down.
The moment she touched him down, Ash felt her desperate need. In a flash, his clothes vanished from his body. Nothing remained but skin on skin.
His cock sprang free, thick and veined, rock-hard. The swollen tip already leaked a shiny bead of precum, glistening in the soft light.
She wrapped her soft hand around the burning shaft immediately.
Her fingers stroked him from base to head in shaky, eager pumps. Her grip was tight, almost worshipful. Her thumb swirled the slick precum over the swollen crown, spreading it in slow, teasing circles as she worked him up and down.
Ash groaned low into her mouth at the first firm stroke. His hips jerked forward instinctively, pushing his cock deeper into her palm.
The heat of her hand, the way she squeezed just right, sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight up his spine.
Every twist of her thumb over his leaking tip made his abs tighten, muscles flexing under his skin.
He could feel himself throbbing harder in her grasp, veins pulsing against her fingers like they were begging for more.
She matched the rhythm perfectly with the way his fingers kept plunging deep into her soaked pussy, slow pumps turning faster, slick sounds mixing with the wet glide of her hand on him.
All the while, they kept kissing deeply.
His tongue claimed her mouth in wet, hungry strokes, swallowing every tiny moan she tried to muffle.
She devoured his sounds just as fiercely, tasting the raw heat on his tongue, as their hands worked each other in perfect, filthy sync.
Finally he pulled back from the kiss. A thick string of saliva stretched between their lips for a heartbeat before snapping.
He withdrew his fingers slowly from her pussy, slick and glistening with her juices.
He brought them straight to her mouth. Jessie opened without hesitation, sucking her own taste off him with needy little swirls of her tongue, eyes half-lidded in dazed, submissive bliss.
"Against the desk," Ash murmured, voice rough and low as his hand pointed warmly toward it.
Jessie obeyed instantly. She moved toward the desk and placed both soft palms flat on the cool surface of the counter.
She bent forward slowly.
Her long hair spilled over one shoulder like a cascade of silk. Her back arched beautifully, pushing her plush ass out toward him in perfect, willing offering.
Ash drank in the sight. His cock twitched harder, veins pulsing, the tip weeping more precum.
She looked incredible like this: pale skin glowing softly under the Pokémon Center lights, long legs spread just enough to show off her curves, wide hips flaring invitingly.
Her ass was round and full. Her pussy was a swollen, dripping pink slit, folds glistening with arousal, clit peeking out and throbbing visibly.
He stepped up behind her.
His hands settled on her plush ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spread her cheeks slowly, opening her completely to his gaze.
The cool air kissed her exposed skin as he revealed both holes in full view, her dripping pussy glistening below, and the tight pink pucker above, twitching faintly under the attention.
The hot length of his cock pressed against her. He rubbed slowly along her soaked slit, coating every thick inch in her slick arousal.
The shaft glided smoothly, sliding through the wet folds, teasing the sensitive entrance, then dragging upward along her cleft.
The swollen head brushed over her tight pucker, circling it in lazy, deliberate strokes before sliding back down to part her pussy lips again.
Jessie whimpered softly, a needy little "Mmmh…" slipping from her throat.
Her hips rocked back instinctively, small desperate circles trying to pull him deeper, to guide the thick head right where the burning ache was worst.
Ash leaned over her, chest pressing warm and firm against her back. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, breath hot and heavy against her skin.
"Which hole should I thrust into first, Jessie?" he murmured, voice dark and teasing. "This dripping pussy… or tight little hole above?"
He kept rubbing, slow and torturous, letting her feel every thick, veined inch sliding between her folds, teasing both entrances without mercy, waiting for her trembling answer.