Chapter 1 - Misty

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As with most of this story, the events of this chapter are heavily inspired by several works commissioned by DRaB and illustrated by Oo_Sebastian_oO. For this chapter specifically, the depicted characters, battle, and sex scene all take queues from this picture.

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Faust was ready to explode.

Two months without sex had been one thing. A full year of intense training and traveling, with only the occasional hurried, outdoor fuck on the side of a path with a defeated Lass to temper his lust was a completely different demon. And then as if he hadn’t waited long enough, he’d decided to travel to Kanto.

He had promised Serena that he would meet her again only after conquering every Pokémon League, so it made sense to start outside of Kalos. With a full party of powerful Pokémon – and plenty more stored in the PC – he had set off for the Kanto region first, to take on the original League. He was not pleased with how his journey had gone so far. He’d been ready to punch someone in the face when he’d arrived in Viridian City only to find the gym closed, and had nearly poked Brock right in his weird, half-closed eyes upon encountering him instead of a hot girl.

But now, finally, the time had come. The Cerulean Gym Leader, Misty, stood before him on the opposite side of a small platform in the middle of the tremendous indoor pool that was her gym. She was petite to put it politely, and scrawny to put it crudely, but Faust had to admit that there was something about her that made her look absolutely beautiful. It might have been his mounting anticipation, or the fact that she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit – which did nothing to quell the raging hard-on that was straining to escape the waistband of his pants – but to him, Misty was the most attractive creature he had seen in ages.

“Hi,” Misty greeted her challenger, “you’re a new face!”

“Yeah, well, I ain’t exactly from around here,” Faust said truthfully, “I came a long ways to take you on.”

Misty nodded. “Only those trainers who have a policy about Pokémon can turn pro. What is your approach when you catch and train Pokémon?”

“My approach? Uh…” Faust thought about it for a minute, before he smirked, “Whatever’s most likely to make you think I’m worth spending some quality time with.”

Misty actually blushed a little, and tried to laugh it off. “My policy is an all out offensive with Water-type Pokémon!” With a bit of a flourish, she threw out her first Pokémon, calling out Staryu.”

Faust’s smirk turned dangerous. “Go get it, Galvantula!” Misty’s starfish-like Pokémon was quickly met by Faust’s tremendous yellow tarantula, which hissed in challenge, causing electricity to fire between its fangs.

“A Galvantula!?” Misty twitched, and took a half-step away from the creature. "Ugh, it's as creepy and gross as I thought one would be! Staryu, attack it fast and get rid of it! Use Water Pulse!” At Misty’s command, Staryu quickly jumped into the water and rapidly rotated its body as it cried out in challenge. The star’s movement sent a blast of water soaring out of the pool, which crashed into Galvantula, sending it skidding slightly backward across the platform.

“Galvantula, use Sticky Web!” Faust commanded. His Pokémon replied by spraying out a web of sticky silk all across the platform, which confused Misty, as none of it landed on Staryu, but more importantly she danced back and forth to ensure none of the web touched her. Even after Galvantula had finished its attack, she still stood awkwardly, perched on her toes with her knees slightly together so that she stepped on as little of the web as was physically possible.

“Staryu, keep it up! Water Pulse again!” Another blast of water struck home, knocking Galvantula off its feet momentarily before it regained its balance right on the edge of the platform.

“You’ve got a pretty nice speed advantage there,” Faust acknowledged, “but it’s going to work against you now! Galvantula, Electro Ball!” Electricity flared up all across Galvantula’s furry body, and it gathered into a sphere of energy which then rocketed into the pool. The entire body of water was lit up for a moment, and then Staryu came rocketing up out of it, landing with a thud on the platform.

“A move that increases in power the faster the target is compared to the user…” Misty noted, and for once she didn't seem quite so disturbed by one of Galvantula's abilities, instead shooting Faust an impressed smile, “not bad! But I’m only half done…” she recalled Staryu, and then cast out a second Pokéball. “Come on out, Starmie! And Starmie’s twice as powerful as Staryu!” The purple evolution of Staryu landed on the platform, ready to take on Galvantula – and immediately became entangled in the web that covered their battlefield. “Ah!” Misty cried in alarm, “Of course, the Sticky Web!”

“You got it now,” Faust said, “now the speed advantage is gonna be completely reversed! Galvantula, use Electroweb!” The spider Pokémon immediately complied, spitting out a net of webbing that coursed with electricity. Starmie was ensnared in one instant and shocked in the next, causing it to let out a moan of discomfort.

“Come on Starmie, fight back!” Misty insisted, “You can do it, use Water Pulse!”

“Don’t let up!” Faust countered, even as Starmie struggled to get into the pool, “Use Electroweb again before it can get away!” Another electricity laced web, and another moan brought Faust closer to victory, but Starmie was able to leap into the water to escape. A moment later, another blast of water, this one more powerful than the blasts that Staryu had unleashed combined, hurtled out of the water. It wasn’t incredibly accurate – the webbing still seemed to be impairing Starmie’s actions – but it sent Galvantula hurtling into the water nonetheless.

“You’ve got some breathing room now, Starmie!” Misty exclaimed, “Use the opportunity to Recover!” The Pokémon’s gem began to glow, and some of the damage it had suffered from Galvantula’s attacks seemed to wash away with the water.

“Just like we planned…” Faust said, “Now, Galvantula! Before it can get its defenses up, finish the fight! Use Discharge!”

“Oh no!” Misty cried out, realizing she had been tricked, but it was too late. A surge of electricity coursed through the pool, even stronger than the one that had gone through it with the Electro Ball, and Starmie was launched completely out of the water, landing on the deck fifteen feet behind Misty. The light in its gem faded, and the scorched Pokémon lay defeated as Galvantula hauled itself up out of the pool beside its fallen foe.

Misty sighed. “Wow! You’re too much, all right!” She kicked gingerly at the web scattered around her feet, trying to form a dry patch where she was standing. She then reached beneath her towel, and took out a small trinket, “You can have the Cascade Badge to show that you beat me!”

Faust grinned, and walked forward, taking the badge from her. He quickly caught her extended arm by the wrist, however, and leaned over her after accepting his prize. “I’d kind of like something else besides that, babe.”

Misty smiled a bit uncertainly. “Well,” she said, “I also tend to give Trainers who defeat me the TM containing Water Pulse.” She used her free hand to retrieve the disc from under her towel as well. “If you use it on an aquatic Pokémon, it’ll-MMPH!”

Faust silenced Misty by leaning forward and forcing his mouth against hers. Before she even knew it, his tongue had invaded her mouth and was forcing its way over hers, making a beeline right for her throat. The Water Gym Leader was quick to show her fire, however, shoving him away as hard as she could, and slapping him across the face before he could lean in again. Faust’s expression turned dark, and Misty took a step away out of fear, before simply turning all the way around and diving into the water, her towel flying from her shoulders as she did so.

“Shit!” Faust exclaimed, and he found himself diving right after Misty without much thought. At the last moment, a smarter idea occurred to him, and he managed to scream out, “GARVANTULA!” before he hit the water, earning himself a mouthful of chlorine as a result. He paddled after Misty for a few strokes, which was a pitiful effort – he wasn’t an experienced swimmer, and Misty practically lived in the water. If she wanted to, she could swim circles around him and he would never have a hope of catching her. Fortunately, he didn’t need to catch her. He just needed to distract her for a few moments, which he did, before she was dragged out of the water and onto the deck, kicking and screaming with her arms bound by Garvantula’s web.

“NOOOOO!” Misty cried out as she struggled to get her hands free, but Garvantula kept her bound, spraying silk onto her wrists and keeping her hands clasped together each time she managed to pull them even marginally apart.

“Good job, Garvantula,” Faust said once he had hefted himself up onto the deck. His clothes were soaked all the way through, which felt incredibly weird and uncomfortable. Not that it mattered, he wouldn’t be wearing them for much longer. In fact, he wasted absolutely no time in stripping himself down, and hanging his clothes up on the wall, near Starmie. He was completely naked in seconds, which drew a gasp from Misty as his erection was unveiled. The verbal response drew Faust’s attention, and he smirked at her. “You’re not too bad yourself, babe.”

“Sh-shut up!” Misty retorted, renewing her struggles. “I’ll kick your teeth in, you perverted jerk! How dare you do this to me!? If my hands weren’t tied, I’d tear you a new asshole!”

“Ooh, fiery redhead!” Faust said with a laugh, stalking towards Misty. “Makes sense - hot temper for a hot piece of ass. Hold still for a second.” She tried to kick him in the balls when he got close enough, so he caught her ankle, and then pinned the other leg to the floor by stepping lightly on her knee. “Come on, relax. You’ll like this a whole lot better if you do.”

“You piece of shit…” Misty growled as Faust tugged her shoes off. “Fuck yoooooouuhhhh…”

“No,” Faust said, continuing to flex his toes against Misty’s crotch, rubbing his foot against her barely-covered pussy, “you’ve got that the other way around.” He tore at her swimsuit after that, maybe taking it off successfully or maybe ripping each part in half, but it didn’t matter. One way or the other, she was lying naked underneath him a moment later, angry tears in her eyes as he lined his penis up with her entrance.

Several seconds passed with them in that position, Faust all set to claim his first Gym Leader, Misty laid spread-eagle and ready for the taking. She stared in fear at the alignment of their private parts, and she knew there was no way she was going to talk him out of this. His throbbing manhood pulsed with need, a drop of pre-cum peeking out from its crown. There was literally nothing she could do to stop him, not with that kind of urgency fueling his actions. Which was why, after a little while, she became confused, because Faust still had yet to make the plunge. Her eyes, hesitantly, traveled upward across his body, from his twitching erection, up past his admittedly well-sculpted torso, to the suddenly vacant expression on his face as his own eyes stared down at her. “What…” she began hesitantly, afraid of the answer, then gulped and said, “what are you doing?”

His eyes regained focused, and caught hers, and his smirk returned, even more desirous and lecherous and predatory than before, and he replied, “I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.”

She barely had the time to be shocked at his statement, because Faust immediately plunged all the way into her, forcing her mouth open in a completely silent cry. Misty quickly realized that, honest or not, he'd made the comment just to mess with her head, and her reaction was making him smirk wider, so she quickly clamped her teeth shut into a forced grimace. Even this only amused Faust further as he pounded away at her snatch. His expression filled her with fury, fury at her own weakness and his disgusting attitude and the fact that against her will, her body was reacting to the unbelievably satisfying way his dick was filling her up.

God, Faust wished he could’ve lasted more than a few thrusts before cumming. A few minutes of this action, and he would’ve likely broken the bitch and had her begging for more. As it was, he was so pent up, it was impossible to ask for more than thirty seconds before finally he was granted his release. And he had to admit, it was the greatest orgasm of his life. It wasn’t just the physical aspect of things – of course it’d feel better when he hadn’t done it for a while – but also the fact that it was the beginning of the payoff to all the work he had put in over the past year. All of it had led up to this one, blissful moment, the first of many pleasurable experiences, as he unleashed a veritable torrent of jizz into Misty’s vagina.

Misty’s eyes went wide with shock again at the suddenness of Faust’s ejaculation. A moment later, they fluttered closed with relief, as Faust sat hunched over her, panting for breath. Thankfully it was over. It was humiliating and disgusting that he had violated her in this manner at all, but at least it hadn’t been drawn out. She shivered as Faust drew himself out of her, and her toes clenched up as she felt a small tremble of frustration inside of her. It would pass quickly enough, she assured herself, and she closed her eyes with the hopes that she could help to will her body’s sense of disappointment away. She wished he would hurry and get up off of her, so that she could close her legs together and shut away the small part of her that wanted to accept him back inside where he would fill her up so wonderfully perfectly again, and drive her to completion as well. However, the more she tried to block out that little part of her, the louder it yelled out in frustration, and she bit her lip as she fought to beat it down, while more tears fell down her face as she was forced to acknowledge that that little part of her existed.

“Don’t worry,” Faust whispered, and it made goosebumps flare up on the back of Misty’s neck, “I’ll let you finish, too.” He immediately plunged his middle and ring fingers into
Misty’s still-gaping opening, while his thumb curved upward, finding her clitoris. The sensation made Misty’s mouth fall open again, but this time her reaction wasn’t silent, and her desperately suppressed pleasure came flooding out in a lewd moan as Faust fingered her. Faust chuckled as her sounds became louder, more shameless, but she didn’t care. He had uncovered her buried lust and nothing could hide it from him now, as with each passing moment he found more and more accurately exactly what he needed to do to make the proud Gym Leader moan like a slut.

After several minutes of Faust’s treatment, Misty’s fluids gushed around his fingers with each thrust, which was aided by the girl jerking her hips involuntarily – was it involuntarily, at this point? – in time with his fingering. “Please, stop!” she would cry occasionally, but with time, a longer and longer gap started to come between “Please!” and “Stop!”, until she just stopped saying the latter part entirely. After that, the moaning mermaid started to sound really desperate, repeatedly chanting “Please please please please pleeeeeeease!” as Faust drove her mad.

“Please what?” Faust finally asked, bringing his finger movements to an agonizingly slow pace. “Please what, Misty?”

“My…pussy…pleeeeease…” Misty swallowed, choking down drool and tears as she fought to gain enough of her previously excessive poise just to beg. She started gasping, panting for breath after each syllable as she forced them out to form a complete sentence. “Put-…it-…back-…in-”

“Misty?”

Faust hadn’t said her name. And the voice that had wasn’t the only sound that they heard, for the entrance to the gym had also creaked open. Faust and Misty looked at each other with wide, terrified eyes, and she locked her legs around his waist and forcefully rolled a few feet to the side, throwing the both of them into the pool with a big splash. Faust was of course the last to surface, and when he did, Misty’s hand shoved his head back down, so that his nose barely broke the surface of the water. Soggy, shredded webbing drooped from her wrist over his eyes – the pool water had clearly weakened her bonds, freeing her.

Terror gripped at Faust’s heart for a moment, convinced that his journey was going to end so soon after it had begun. Not only were they back in Misty’s element, but this time she had the drop on him instead of the other way around, and someone was there to raise the alarm as well. His heartrate went through the roof for a few tense seconds, before his more sensible side realized that Misty hadn’t done anything to alert the visitor. In fact, he realized, she was trying to hide him – and her own nudity – from being seen.

Once Faust had gotten the message, he kept his head down without needing Misty to hold it there, and she instead put her arms up on the platform that they had battled upon, crossing them over one another and laying her chin on top of them. “Hey, Diana!” she greeted, sounding remarkably composed all of a sudden.

“Oh good, you are here,” Diana said. From his position, Faust could narrowly make out her form through the gaps in the platform, standing at the far edge of the pool. She was a picnicker, he realized, probably one of the trainers who regularly attended the gym. “I heard you had a battle today – is that the trainer’s Pokémon?”

Misty looked over her bare shoulder – she hoped Diana wouldn’t notice her top was missing – to wear the other girl was pointing at Galvantula. “Yes,” she answered, turning her head back, “he really did a number on Starmie, like you can probably tell.”

“Yeah, but uhhh…” Diana tilted her head, looking clearly befuddled, “why is his Galvantula here? And…are those his clothes?” Faust’s eyes widened. He glanced over, while trying not to move his head, at his still-dripping clothes over on the wall.

“Yes! Um,” Misty licked her upper lip, thinking quickly, “after the, uh, battle, he slipped! Fell right in the pool. So he’s…getting changed. He’ll be back soon.”

Faust smiled from his position. ‘Good thinking, babe,’ he thought. He couldn’t compliment out loud, though, so instead, he slowly, stealthily moved his hands underwater, and groped Misty’s perky breasts in thanks. Misty, of course, squeaked in surprise before she quickly clamped her mouth shut.

“Are you okay, Misty?” Diana asked, noticing the odd noise. She peered a bit closer. “Have you…been crying? Is everything alright?” She took a few steps forward, beginning to walk onto the bridge that led to the platform.

“I’m fine!” Misty said, quickly shaking her head. “I’ve just-been,” she stopped replying suddenly, because Faust was tracing his fingers around her nipples. After taking a quick breath, she finished, “-thinking about some mistakes I made during out battle. He beat me way, way,” Faust had pressed himself closer to her back, and she could feel his reawakened erection snaking between her legs at roughly knee level, “too easily.”

“Oh, don’t beat yourself up, Misty!” Diana cried, “He had a high-level Electric Pokémon, I’m sure you did your best!” She began to draw closer.

“Maybe, but,” Misty shook her head, and held a hand out, signaling for Diana to stop. Meanwhile, one of Faust’s hands had traveled south to resume its previous work on her pussy. “…I just felt so frustrated that I just…needed to take a swim. I’ll feel better on my o-ohhhhhhhhwwwwn.” Faust had just pinched her clitoris. “…I just need a bit of time.”

Diana nodded. “Okay, Misty, I trust in you. I hope you feel better soon.”

‘She will,’ thought Faust, and he briefly traced his tongue up Misty’s spine.

“I will,” Misty practically sighed.

“Good,” Diana said with a smile, “now, about what I actually came in here for, there’s a-…” When she fell silent, Faust froze, and Misty froze. Seconds passed by like hours as they waited for her to speak up again, hoping that when she did, it wasn’t to scream about the man with his hands all over Misty’s naughty parts. “Misty…” she began, and the Gym Leader and her challenger held their breaths, “…why is your swimsuit lying on the floor?”

Oh. They’d forgotten about that.

Misty didn’t have a cover-up this time. Her eyes darted back and forth, her face went as red as her hair, and her mouth open and shut several times without any words coming out. Faust screamed, ‘Oh fuck!’ several times in his head. Loudly.

Fortunately, Diana provided her own answer. “So you were…swimming…nak-…Oh!” She looked incredibly embarrassed now, especially when she noticed that Misty was blushing. “I’m sorry! It’s not important, I’ll just-…” She turned and quickly left the gym.

Misty sighed in relief as Faust’s head completely emerged from the water. “I can’t believe this is happening…” she murmured, rubbing her forehead, “I could lose my gym, I could get run out of Cerulean City, I could mmmn,” Faust’s hands on her nipples and his dick sliding up against her vagina silenced her worries.

“Come on, get your sweet ass up there,” Faust urged, trying to push Misty up onto the platform, but she resisted.

“No!” she replied, then, less angrily, “No, just…I don’t…do you really need me to move anywhere, can’t you just…?”

Faust blinked, slowly, before he chuckled, and lowered himself a little bit in the water. “Alright, like doing it in the pool, huh?” Misty refused to answer, simply burying her head in her arms as Faust attempted to line himself up correctly. It was hard to determine exactly what he was doing when he couldn’t see it, and besides that he wasn’t used to doing this while floating in the water. Eventually, however, everything got into place, and the two of them connected again.

Faust grunted with effort. Misty sighed in satisfaction, no longer caring to hide the part of her that was enjoying this. With considerable difficulty, Faust began to move, somewhat forward and backward but largely up and down, experimenting with angles of back-and-forth until he found the one that worked. Ripples broke out across the surface of the water, emanating from the fucking trainers. It felt good for Faust, but the water felt a little weird to him, whereas Misty was seemingly drowning in ecstasy. The noises that she made as her tongue lolled out of her mouth could hardly be considered human once Faust found his rhythm. She lifted her head up from her arms, and pushed herself back slightly from the platform, until she was just gripping its edge in her fingers while she leaned back against Faust.

In this bizarre position, Faust determinedly pushed them both to the brink, forcefully, desperately thrusting up into Misty as she gasped in happiness. Then, at the very peak of it all, he grabbed her cheek and tilted her head, shoving his mouth against hers as he had done while they were both fully clothed, and this time she accepted it, opening her mouth wide to him as he claimed it, and they both reached their limits. A pair of guttural cries died in their joined mouths, and then they both slumped, floating lifelessly in the pool.
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After wringing his clothes out as best he could, Faust got dressed in his still-horrendously damp clothes, and pinned his new Cascade Badge to the inside of his wallet. Misty watched him as he recalled Galvantula, while she sat at the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in the water. Faust took a while gathering everything up – it was hard to tell if he had everything, since it could have fallen out in the water – but eventually he was all set to go. He looked at Misty and she stared awkwardly back at him, entirely unsure of what was appropriate to say under these circumstances. It probably wasn’t what Faust said.

“Hey, uh. Next time I come here,” Faust said, “maybe we should invite that Diana girl to join us.”

Misty scowled at him, her cheeks flushing, and she turned her head away. Faust let out a guffaw at her reaction, and just like that, he turned and left, laughing all the way out the door as he set off to continue his journey.