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Ash was nervous.
Not just a little nervous, either—the kind that made his palms sweat and his heart beat like a runaway Rapidash. He tugged at the brim of his cap, mentally rehearsing his arrival for what had to be the twentieth time that morning.
Unova. Cynthia’s residence. Well, apparently, Cynthia didn’t actually own the place. It belonged to a friend of hers; that was what she said. Still, she certainly made good use of the space. So much so that she invited Ash Ketchum himself to join her for a day of training.
Should he knock? Shout? Just walk in, expecting a sudden battle he couldn’t back down from?
Before he could even decide for himself, the door swung open, and who stood in the doorway but Cynthia herself? Ash opened his mouth in greeting, only to shut it again with such force that he nearly bit through his own tongue.
She was breathtaking.
Cynthia perched in the doorway, one slender arm braced above the frame as if she owned the whole damn house—and maybe the region, too. Her other hand lifted, fingers curling in a lazy, come-hither motion that sent Ash’s heart thumping even faster, if that was possible. Every inch of her body screamed confidence and allure, from the playful tilt of her platinum blonde hair to the way her yoga pants hugged those goddess-tier hips and thighs. Ash just… stared. He couldn’t help it. Even if he’d wanted to, his gaze was locked on her.
Cynthia’s hair was ridiculous. Ridiculously pretty, that is: it cascaded in silky, golden waves all the way down her back, bouncing with every little movement she made. It caught the sunlight and practically glowed, giving her the kind of look that made him think of ancient heroines. He couldn’t even look her in the eye at first, but then, when he managed a peek, those eyes nearly did him in.
Gray. Silver-bright, shimmering with flecks that looked like stardust. When she grinned at him, her lashes fluttered, and it was all Ash could do not to gasp out loud. There was a teasing glint in Cynthia’s gaze, like she knew exactly how hot she looked and was enjoying every second of his stunned, dorky reaction.
But Ash got the sense that she wasn’t just playing around… not entirely.
He looked down—not on purpose, it just happened—and wow, he was definitely not prepared for that crop-top. It clung tight around Cynthia’s chest, outlining the distinct curve and swell of her breasts, the fabric straining a little bit just above her nipples. The way she arched her back when she waved at him only made it worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it. There was a sliver of bare, creamy midriff exposed beneath the snug top, her skin like pale velvet. Just below, her hips flared out, and Ash tried not to think about how the yoga pants hugged her from waist to ankle.
Tight didn’t even begin to describe it. Cynthia’s legs were long, lean, and shapely, muscles flexing just enough to make it obvious she took care of herself. Ash’s face got a little hotter as he realized he was staring at the way the pants outlined her ass, too. And her thighs. And the little dips and curves in between.
Cynthia rocked her weight onto one foot, hip cocked, and the movement sent her curls tumbling over one shoulder. There was something so unguarded about it, like teasing was her natural state and she just liked letting loose around him.
She looked real good, and Ash hated to admit it, but he was kind of mesmerized. The Champion of Sinnoh, standing there barefoot on the welcome mat, hair shining, smile wicked, body hotter than any Fire-type he’d ever seen. All for him, or at least… she really seemed to hope it was.
“Hey, Ash!” Cynthia’s voice broke the spell, light and amused. “Don’t just stand there. Come in, come in… I don’t bite. You did remember we were training today, right? Was the journey okay?”
Ash jerked like he’d just been startled by a wild Beedrill. He scrambled for words, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to step out of the sunlight and into whatever dimension Cynthia’s smile seemed to exist in.
“Ha, uh… yeah, I made it here no problem!” Ash blurted, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was actually kinda fun. Not every day you get an invite from the Champion herself, right?” He managed a lopsided grin, cheeks flushed and eyes darting up to meet hers for half a second. “I’m ready to get started whenever you are, Cynthia! Seriously—I’ve been looking forward to this all week…”
Cynthia’s lips curled, satisfaction blooming on her face as she swept aside to hold the door wide for him, as if presenting an entire new world for Ash to rush into. “Don’t be so modest, Ash. You won the title of World Champion; that’s the most commendable feat here,” she said, voice thick with warmth. “Come on in, then… don’t mind the mess. I go a little wild on training days…”
Ash stepped inside, sneakers squeaking a little on the hardwood. The house was… nice. No, not just nice: inviting, somehow. Lived-in and a bit chaotic in a way that made him feel less like a guest and more like he’d just come home after a journey. There were shelves stacked with books, Pokéball trophies, and a stray fuzzy blanket crumpled on the couch. The air was cool but laced with a sweet, fruity scent that made his mouth water.
He didn’t even get a chance to ask about it before Cynthia breezed past, already gliding barefoot into the open kitchen. She gestured for him to follow, and Ash did, trailing behind like a lost puppy with his cap clutched in his hands. And then he spotted the blender.
Right there on the counter, still humming with leftover energy, was a huge, shiny blender half-filled with creamy pink liquid. Beside it, Cynthia had already set out two tall glasses, condensation beading on the sides, both of them filled almost to the brim. The color was bright and the smell was even better up close—a mix of berries, vanilla, something almost like Pecha, and maybe something else he couldn’t quite name.
Ash’s stomach grumbled. Loudly. He pretended not to notice, though Cynthia definitely caught it; she shot him a sly look as she picked up both glasses, handing one out for him.
“I thought a little fuel-up was in order,” Cynthia explained, her fingers brushing his as she passed the drink over. “Protein booster, too. You’ll need the energy, trust me… I have a lot of training in mind for you today.” She winked, silver eyes glimmering like she was up to something wicked.
Ash blinked at the smoothie, then back at her, then back again. He was so busy staring at Cynthia’s bare midriff, the way her crop top clung to her body, he almost spilled the drink on himself. He gulped down a mouthful instead—it was ice-cold, creamy, and packed a punch of sweetness that made his tastebuds light up.
“Whoa… this is really good,” Ash complimented. “But I thought we were going to train…?”
Cynthia blinked, smirking a little. “Yes, we are,” she said, only for her eyes to light up with mirth once Ash glanced down at his own Pokéballs. “Oh, did you think we were training with our Pokémon? Maybe I should have specified further. We’re going to be training our own bodies today, not our Pokémon!”
Ash nearly choked on his next sip of smoothie.
“Training our… bodies?” He almost squeaked it, and immediately regretted the crack in his voice. “Uh, is that why you’re… um…” He gestured lamely at Cynthia’s getup—the crop top, the yoga pants, the way she looked like she’d just stepped off the cover of some PokéAthlete fitness magazine. The words died in his throat, stuck on the way her abs flexed, the hint of a line above her waistband, the pure confidence leaking off every inch of her.
Cynthia’s eyes sparkled, bright as starlight and twice as mischievous. “What, you didn’t think I wore this just to show off?” She laughed, head tilting, hair rippling down her back like a waterfall. “I thought it’d get you in the right mindset!” She struck a pose, hands on hips, making her whole body pop and inviting his eyes to take a little tour. “We’ll be sweating before you know it, Ash. You brought something comfortable to change into, right?”
Ash nodded, cheeks going pink. “Yeah, I, uh… figured you’d want to do something active. But I didn’t think you meant actual training training. I thought it’d be, you know, maybe some double battles or…”
He trailed off, the gears slowly clicking in his brain. Oh. That totally explained all of it—the outfit, the blender, the confident way she moved, even the glint in her eyes when she looked him up and down.
Cynthia caught his stare again and grinned, slow and wide, as if she could see every thought flickering across his face. “Ash… you’re World Champion now. You’ve proven you can win against the best, but that’s just the beginning. If you want to keep up, you have to get stronger, inside and out.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice until it was just for him, a secret whispered through a smile. “A good Trainer never stops improving. And if your Pokémon see you pushing yourself…? They’ll go even further, too.”
The words hit him right in the chest, and Ash puffed out a breath, feeling a weird new rush of motivation. She was right. Of course she was right! Cynthia always seemed to know exactly what he needed to hear, and she made it sound exciting instead of just hard work.
“Yeah! Makes sense,” Ash said, pounding his fist into his palm. “I want to be the best… so I should act like it. Pikachu and everyone else always give me everything they’ve got—I should do the same, right?”
“That’s the spirit!” Cynthia beamed, her whole face lighting up. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you at first! Unless I shouldn’t?” She winked, then took a long, slow sip of her smoothie, lips plush around the straw. “But before we start, you and I have all day. No need to rush.”
She slid onto one of the kitchen stools, patting the seat next to her with a playful little smirk. “Make yourself at home,” Cynthia prompted, gaze bright and inviting.
Ash hesitated, but the sight of Cynthia perched there, one leg crossed neatly over the other, hair tumbling in a moonbeam cascade down her back… yeah, there was no way he was saying no. He took the stool, set his cap on the counter, and tried not to stare at how the crop top hugged Cynthia’s chest every time she leaned forward. It was a lot. No—it was Cynthia. She sipped her smoothie like it was the best thing in the world, eyes flicking to Ash’s face with every other swallow.
“So, Ash,” Cynthia began, tone warm and just a little teasing, “what’s it like being Champion? Are people constantly stopping you in the street for autographs?”
Ash snorted, nearly choking on his next gulp. “Not really! I mean… sometimes? I guess I still don’t feel like I’m that famous.” He scratched his cheek, a little sheepish. “Most of the time, I’m just thinking about what’s next. Training, exploring, you know?”
Cynthia’s laugh came easy, sunlight through glass. “That’s just like you,” she mused, grinning. “Always looking ahead. Never satisfied.”
He liked the way she said it—not critical, just amazed, almost proud. Heat pooled in his chest, weird and fizzy, and Ash had to look away. His gaze landed on the kitchen, the way it was all a little bit messy and lived-in and so Cynthia. A little bowl of berries on the table. A stack of open magazines by the window. The way her bare feet curled on the seat rung, nails painted a subtle gold.
It felt… weirdly normal. Domestic, almost.
They kept talking. About battles, about favorite snacks, about the most ridiculous things their Pokémon had ever done. Pikachu’s ears pricked up at that, and soon enough, Cynthia was reaching for her own Pokéballs, letting her Lucario and Garchomp stretch out in the sun-warmed space. Pikachu trotted over to Cynthia first, tail high, demanding ear scritches—and, of course, she obliged, giggling as he nuzzled against her hand.
Ash watched Cynthia with his Pokémon, heart doing a weird little flutter. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful or that she was Champion, though yeah, both of those things were true. It was the way she laughed at Pikachu’s antics, the way she tried to balance Lucario’s stoic dignity with tiny Pecha berry treats, the way she leaned in close when Ash told a story and actually listened. Like she really cared.
They snacked, drained their smoothies, and even sprawled out on the living room couch once the sun got high and the kitchen felt too bright. Cynthia curled up with her legs folded to the side, top riding up to flash a band of creamy skin, and Ash found himself sitting cross-legged, grinning so hard his face hurt.
“Comfortable?” Cynthia asked.
“You bet!” said Ash.
“Perfect.” Cynthia smirked. “Time to ruin it!”
“…huh?”
Cynthia bolted upright, and within seconds she was already pulling Ash into her private gym.
Ash barely registered how it happened. One moment, Cynthia was laughing wickedly and grabbing his hand with a grip that brooked no argument. The next, she was tugging him down a short hallway, hair flying behind her like a flag in the wind and hips swaying in a way that made him stumble every other step. Pikachu zipped after them with a little squeak, paws barely making a sound on the polished hallway floor.
The gym wasn’t what Ash expected. It wasn’t huge or packed with high-tech stuff like some of the fancy Training Centers he’d visited. But it was bright, sun-drenched, and packed with enough equipment to challenge even a seasoned Gym Leader. There were weights lined up along the far wall and a rack of medicine balls in every color, plus mats rolled out across the floor in neat rows. A squat rack gleamed in the corner, and a massive mirror stretched across one wall, bouncing sunlight and reflections everywhere. Really, it had just about everything one could need to push their body to the absolute limits.
But Ash mostly noticed how Cynthia looked in the gym lighting. Her black top seemed even tighter, clinging to her chest as she stretched her arms overhead in a lazy, catlike move that made Ash’s mouth go dry. The yoga pants did zero favors for his composure, either, showing off every dip and curve as she padded across the mats like she owned the place.
“Alright, Champion,” Cynthia said, swinging back to face him with a grin that could level a small town. “Let’s start simple. Bodyweight stuff, just to get the muscles warm. Unless you want to skip straight to the hard part?”
Ash gulped. “No way. I can take it!” His cheeks were already warm, but he did his best to play it cool. “Let’s do whatever you think is best, Cynthia.”
She laughed again, soft and melodious. “That’s what I like to hear. We’ll see how long you can keep up that attitude!”
Cynthia beckoned him to join her on the mats, and Ash dropped to his knees, bouncing a little from nerves. Pikachu hopped onto a bench, tail flicking, and watched with keen interest. Lucario and Garchomp followed soon after that, each staking out a spot near the door. Cynthia nodded to her Pokémon, the two of them exchanging silent, mutual understanding—and then it was all eyes on Ash.
Cynthia knelt across from him, her knees spread comfortably, arms loose at her sides. “Let’s start with stretches. Can’t have you pulling anything before we even get started…”
Ash’s face went red. “I’ll try not to need first aid!”
Cynthia started forward folds first, reaching for her toes with expert ease. Ash did his best to mirror her, but Cynthia’s flexibility—and the way her ass stuck out as she bent over, holy Arceus, was that even legal?—caught him off guard. He stole a glance, just for a second, at the way her crop top rode up as she stretched, exposing a smooth, pale strip of her back.
“Getting distracted already?” Cynthia asked, not even glancing up. Her voice was a purr, full of mischief. “Try to keep up, Ash… I would hate to be disappointed by the world champ.”
His ears burned. “I’m, uh, good! Just… stretching… ha… ha…”
“Mmmhm.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder and switched to a cobra stretch, arching her back so her chest pressed forward, breasts straining against the thin fabric. Ash nearly toppled sideways, but forced himself to copy her movement. His own shirt bunched a little as he shifted, and Cynthia’s gaze flicked pointedly down at his abs, making him swallow.
They cycled through more stretches. Seated twists, overhead reaches, even partner stretches that had Ash lying flat on his stomach while Cynthia pressed gently on his back, her fingers warm and sure against his spine. Every touch sent a little jolt of heat through him. Cynthia was strong, her grip confident, and every time her hands lingered just a little too long Ash felt his heart beat faster.
“You’re a lot more limber than I expected,” she observed, voice a little softer now, almost thoughtful. Her fingertips traced tiny circles just above the waistband of his shorts. “You’ve been taking care of yourself, haven’t you?”
He looked up, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “I guess so. I run a lot. You know… chasing Pokémon. Climbing trees. Stuff like that.”
“Mm. Explains the legs.” Cynthia’s eyes lingered. “You have great legs, Ash. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
He choked on his next breath. “T-thanks?!”
She just grinned, clearly enjoying every second of his embarrassment.
After stretching, Cynthia sprang to her feet, hair bouncing with each movement.
“Alright! Warm-up: push-ups. You game?”
Ash nodded, steeling himself. “Ready when you are!”
They dropped into push-up position, side by side. Cynthia’s arms flexed, muscles sleek and toned, and Ash tried not to stare at how her chest dipped and rose with every repetition. But it was impossible not to notice. The crop top clung to her, the fabric thinning just enough to hint at the curve beneath. Sometimes, when she lowered herself all the way, Ash could see the faint outline of her nipples, hard and obvious, and it almost made him miss a count.
“Thirty… thirty-one… c’mon, Ash, don’t fall behind!” Cynthia’s voice was breathless but playful, sweat already starting to bead at her temples.
He forced himself to keep pace, gritting his teeth and pounding out push-up after push-up. Pikachu cheered him on from the bench, little paws clapping, while Lucario folded his arms and nodded in silent approval. Garchomp just watched, jaws parted in something that looked suspiciously like a grin.
By the time they hit fifty, Ash’s arms trembled, but Cynthia looked barely winded.
She rolled onto her back, pulling her knees to her chest. “Sit-ups next. Hope you’re ready to have sore abs tomorrow.”
Ash groaned, flopping beside her. “You’re… you’re ruthless, Cynthia…”
She smirked, hair splayed across the mat like a silvery halo. “I’m motivating. That’s different.” She nudged his side with her bare foot, playful and mischievous. “Unless you’d rather take a penalty round?”
Ash blinked. “Penalty…?”
“If you can’t keep up, you owe me,” Cynthia said, eyes wicked. “Maybe a little massage, or… I don’t know… whatever I think up.” She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back. “Sound fair?”
His cheeks flamed. “I’ll keep up. Promise!”
“Good! Show me what you’ve got!”
By the end, Ash collapsed back, panting. Cynthia propped herself on her elbows, gaze lingering on his chest as it heaved beneath his thin t-shirt. “Now that’s more like it,” she said softly. “You look good when you’re all worked up.”
He tried to laugh it off. “Guess I’m not used to training this way…”
Her gaze lingered, then she clapped once, breaking the tension. “Alright! Next up: squats. Garchomp, want to demo for us?”
Garchomp lumbered forward, hunkering down into an exaggerated squat that would’ve been hilarious if Cynthia wasn’t right there, hands on her hips, demonstrating proper form. Ash mirrored her, careful to keep his knees in line, but Cynthia kept sidling closer, her body heat radiating through the thin air between them.
“Like this, Ash,” she corrected, adjusting his stance with a feather-light touch on his thigh. “Hips back… chest up. Perfect. Now hold it…”
He could barely breathe. Her hand lingered on his thigh for a second too long, thumb tracing the muscle. Sweat prickled along his skin, though he was starting to wonder if it was really the workout getting to him, or Cynthia.
She was so close. Her hand just… lingered, like she’d forgotten what she was doing, and Ash couldn’t help but stare at the way her lips curved into the tiniest, most wicked smile.
Except… that smile faltered. Cynthia’s gaze flicked up, and for a split second, she looked almost as flustered as he felt. Maybe even more so.
Ash couldn’t breathe. He was frozen, right there in the middle of the squat, heart pounding, Cynthia’s fingers hot on his thigh. The words caught in his throat, and as he tried to move away, his foot slipped on the edge of the exercise mat.
He toppled forward, arms windmilling, and before he knew it, he was sprawled across Cynthia, pinning her to the mat with his full weight.
“AAAH!” Cynthia’s eyes went huge, her body tensing beneath him as their chests mashed together. Ash’s face was so close he could feel the puff of her startled breath on his lips. His nose practically brushed hers. The world spun, and he tried to pull away, but his legs were tangled with hers, and…
Their lips bumped. Just for a second.
Ash swore he tasted the berry smoothie, sweet and tart, mingling with a warmth he’d never imagined. He jerked back immediately, mortified, but Cynthia’s hand flew up and caught him by the collar of his shirt. Her eyes were wild. Her cheeks were scarlet, all the usual confidence stripped away and replaced with something raw and anxious and, oh, so very hungry.
Neither of them moved. For a long, impossible moment, Ash hovered above her, breathing hard, caught in the gravity of her stare.
Then Cynthia pulled him down and kissed him. Hard.
Her lips were soft, plush, trembling at first—but then she found her rhythm and the kiss turned deep, more desperate, as if she needed to taste every little bit of him. Ash gasped, melting into the feeling, his arms bracing on either side of Cynthia’s head. Every inch of him vibrated with the shock of it. He kissed her back, awkward and greedy and hungry, and Cynthia made a tiny sound in her throat that sent his whole body shivering.
She broke the kiss, panting, her eyes shielded by her hair. For a split second, Ash thought she’d snap back to her usual self, make a joke, or push him away.
Instead, she just lay there, stunned. Staring up at him.
“You… you idiot,” Cynthia whispered, voice ragged. “You really don’t know what you do to me…”
Ash blinked, dumbfounded. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… uh… I mean, you’re…! You’re really, really…”
He lost the words, tongue tripping over itself. Cynthia’s laugh was choked, fragile, nothing like her usual confidence.
“Stop,” Cynthia said, still breathing hard. “Just stop for a second… let me… let me think.”
Ash nodded. That was all he could do. He hovered, totally at her mercy, heart pounding so hard he thought it might crack a rib.
Cynthia’s hand came up, brushing the sweat from his brow. She traced his jaw, fingers trembling. Then, with a sudden sharp push, she flipped him onto his back, straddling his hips.
Her thighs locked around his waist. She planted her palms on either side of his head, looming over him. Every line of her body was tense, vibrating with something between desire and horror.
“Arceus,” she muttered, half to herself. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’m… you’re… I’m almost thirty… and you’re not even old enough to drink in Unova…” She looked down, expression horrified. “I can’t believe I’m about to take the virginity of a seventeen-year-old. What is wrong with me…?” Her voice shook a little as she said it, and her hands balled into fists at his sides.
And yet, she didn’t move to get off him.
Ash’s face felt like it was on fire. He stared up at her, breathless, completely at her mercy. “Cynthia… I… I want it, too…”
That seemed to break something inside Cynthia. She let out a shaky, devastated laugh. “You really mean that, don’t you? Of course you do. You’re so… so earnest. You make it impossible to say no.” Still, some small part of her wanted to resist, to be the adult in the room, to not let her instincts take over. But Ash’s eyes were so wide and honest. He was trembling, too, but not with fear—with anticipation. With want.
She couldn’t leave him like that. She wouldn’t.
So Cynthia steeled herself, exhaled hard, and then reached for the hem of her crop top. Her hands fumbled, actually fumbled, for the first time since Ash had met her.
She peeled the top off in one slow motion, revealing creamy skin, toned abs, and the lush, perfect swell of her breasts. Her nipples were hard, pebbled already, and she looked down at herself like she couldn’t believe she was doing this.
Ash just… stared. He was utterly captivated, gaze locked on her chest, on every inch of bare skin she was baring for him. And then Cynthia stood up, turned her back to him, and shucked down her yoga pants with a single fluid motion. Her ass was incredible, bare and round and perfect, and she looked over her shoulder at him, cheeks hot and mouth twisted in an embarrassed wince.
“Don’t just lie there,” she muttered, mortified. “Get undressed. Unless… unless you want to stop. You can say so, Ash. I mean it. I don’t want to… if you’re not ready… I still… c-can’t believe I’m getting this hot and bothered by someone so much younger than me. You should tell me to stop, Ash…”
Her voice actually quivered. The mighty Champion of Sinnoh, flustered out of her mind. Her entire body was flushed, nipples stiff, thighs trembling, but she was determined to give Ash a choice.
Ash was flushed from head to toe, hair askew, shorts already halfway down his legs and his cock standing up so stiff it looked painful. Cynthia’s cheeks were no better; she stared straight at him, gaze locked on his body, and for a second her hands just hovered at her sides like she’d forgotten how to move them at all.
Behind them, the energy in the gym shifted. Pikachu’s ears flicked upright, tail sparking with nervous tension. He hopped off the bench and looked up at Lucario and Garchomp, searching for guidance, but the big dragon just shrugged, jaws splitting in an amused, knowing grin. Lucario only sighed, folding his arms with a gruff, resigned dignity. It was obvious this had nothing to do with them anymore.
Lucario nudged Pikachu toward the door, gentle but firm, practically radiating a “let’s get out of here before it gets any weirder” vibe. Garchomp rumbled something deep in his chest, the dragon’s tail lashing with what could only be described as barely-suppressed laughter. Pikachu gave Ash one last, loyal look and then scampered after Cynthia’s Pokémon, the three of them slipping silently out into the hallway.
The door clicked shut. Their Pokémon giving their trainers some much-needed privacy.
And just like that, it was only Ash and Cynthia in the room. No audience. No distractions. Just raw, throbbing silence and the sound of their breathing, tangled and desperate.
Cynthia’s composure held for all of two seconds before it shattered completely. She turned on Ash so fast he didn’t even have time to flinch, grabbing his face in both hands and crashing their mouths together in another reckless, stunning kiss. This one was messier, hungrier, their lips colliding and tongues tangling in a way that felt almost savage.
She tasted like berries and sweat and something wild, something completely un-Cynthia. Her hair fell around his face, trapping him in a curtain of gold. Ash moaned into her mouth, clutching at her hips, fingers digging into the soft skin just above her ass. He could feel every inch of her, hot and slick and trembling against him.
Cynthia broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes wide and afraid and starved all at once. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, voice hoarse. “Ash—I shouldn’t be doing this with you, it’s—it’s so wrong, I’m so much older, you’re barely even legal in half the regions, I’m supposed to be your mentor, not… not…”
She trailed off, lips parted and glistening, chest heaving as she stared down at the red line of Ash’s cock, so hard it twitched every time her hips rocked against his. The guilt was there, huge and un-ignorable, but it was tangled up in a heat that just wouldn’t die down. Not even for a second.
Especially not for Cynthia.
She reached down, fingers trembling, and wrapped them tight around the base of Ash’s cock. Her grip was sure, but her breath hitched in her throat as she took in the size of it. Sturdy. Heavy. Hot to the touch. Ash’s shaft throbbed against her palm, a pulse of want and need that made her head spin. The head was flushed, slicked with pre, and Cynthia’s eyes went wide as she realized just how hard he was for her.
She stroked once, slow and deliberate, watching the way Ash’s abs clenched and his hips jerked up off the mat. “Nnngh… Cynthia…” Ash sounded so desperate, the word barely more than a whimper. His whole body was trembling, every muscle wound tight as if he was about to snap.
The sight of him—all that hunger and vulnerability, just for her—it was intoxicating. Cynthia squeezed a little harder, thumb smearing a bead of pre-cum along the tip before stroking down, down, all the way to his base. She ran her hand along his cock, testing the shape, the weight, the way it twitched under even the gentlest squeeze. He was bigger than she’d expected, honestly, and it made her mouth water.
She knelt over him, hair falling like a curtain around his hips, and tentatively leaned down to press her lips to the side of his shaft. Just a kiss at first—a soft, lingering touch of her mouth against the velvety skin. Ash nearly came off the mat, a gasp leaving his lips as Cynthia’s tongue flicked out, tracing a bead of slickness off his tip.
“You’re… sensitive,” Cynthia murmured, her voice husky and low. The words vibrated against his cock. “Is this still okay, Ash? The age difference… the way I still want you…” Her hand stroked him again, knuckles brushing his bare thigh. “Tell me if you need me to stop. You have to tell me.”
Ash shook his head, eyes squeezed shut, face burning with heat and longing. “No! Please don’t stop, Cynthia, please… I want it—I want you—I want everything…”
Cynthia’s heart nearly broke at the way he begged. So earnest. So sincere. She couldn’t have stopped even if she tried.
She spread her fingers, palming the length of Ash’s shaft, and slowly lowered her head until her mouth hovered just above the flushed tip. She licked him, long and slow, from the base to the very crown, tasting him, savoring every inch. Ash whimpered, hips squirming, cock twitching beneath her tongue.
“Arceus… Cynthia…” Ash’s voice was wrecked, pure need and nothing else.
She worked his cock with both hands, pumping up and down, thumb circling the head to smear the leaking pre all over. Then, with a soft, trembling sigh, Cynthia wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked, gentle at first, just enough to test how he’d react.
“Mmm… you taste so good, Ash…” Cynthia mumbled, blushing, eyes flickering up to meet his.
He was already panting, clutching the mat, his knuckles gone white with the effort of holding on. But he couldn’t help it—not with Cynthia’s soft lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and her tongue swirling in slow, addictive circles. The heat of her breath, the gentle suckling, it was all too much for someone with almost zero experience. Every time Cynthia bobbed her head just a little deeper, Ash gasped, his hips jerking right off the mat.
“Ahh… Cynthia… oh man, that feels… hnnf…!”
He couldn’t believe it was really happening. Cynthia was sucking him off. She was on her knees, hair falling in a golden wave around her shoulders, cheeks flushed and eyes still sparkling with that mischievous, hungry glint. She looked gorgeous, actually, and the sight of her like this… it just about scrambled every thought in Ash’s head.
Cynthia grinned around the thick crown of his cock, lips stretched wide and glossy. She bobbed her head slowly, up and down, taking him deeper with every pass. Her hands settled on his thighs, squeezing them for leverage, and Ash shuddered at how strong she was—even when she was doing something this gentle, this tender, there was power in every touch.
She worked his shaft with one hand, just below the tip, pumping up and down in time with the rhythm of her mouth. The other hand stroked his thigh in slow, soothing sweeps, fingers digging in just enough to make his skin tingle. Cynthia’s tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, tracing the sensitive ridge there, teasing him as she sucked and licked like she couldn’t get enough.
Wet, obscene noises filled the gym. Slurp. Pop. Mmmmf. Ash was pretty sure he’d never experienced anything like this—not in his wildest dreams. He’d always been too focused on Pokémon, too oblivious to understand what real, grown-up desire felt like. Now it was all happening at once, and he was drowning in it.
“Uhnn… Cynthia, it’s… you’re… you’re so good at this…” Ash barely managed to get the words out, voice high and ragged. He panted, chest heaving, sweat beading down his brow. His abs flexed every time Cynthia’s mouth slid down, taking even more of him inside.
“Mmmff… mmm… mm-hmmm…”
Cynthia moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him, and he groaned in answer. She bobbed her head faster, tongue swirling, letting drool slip down the shaft to make everything even slicker. She loved the taste of him, the way he filled her mouth. The needy way he moaned her name every other second, as if she was the only thing in the universe he could think about.
She glanced up at him, eyes hooded, lips stretched tight around the thick shaft. Ash had never looked more desperate, more adoring. He arched his back, shoving his hips forward without even meaning to, and Cynthia rewarded him by taking him deeper still, her throat relaxing around the head…
“Nngh! Cynthia!” He gasped, voice gone squeaky. “Oh, w-wow, careful, I’m gonna… I’m gonna lose it if you keep going, Cynthia…!”
But Cynthia didn’t stop. She didn’t slow down, either. Not for a single second. She got downright ravenous, bobbing her head up and down on Ash’s cock, cheeks hollowed, tongue caressing the underside of his shaft with every greedy pass. Her hand gripped the base, pumping in sync, and the obscene, wet noises filled his ears and scrambled every thought he had left. Ash could barely keep his eyes open. His entire body trembled, hips bucking helplessly as Cynthia milked him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge with every hungry suck.
“Cynthia…! Oh, oh, ohhhh…!”
The pleasure crashed through him, a tidal wave so big it almost knocked him out cold. Ash’s hips jerked up off the mat, cock twitching in Cynthia’s mouth, and he lost it completely. He came hard, shooting a thick, hot load straight down Cynthia’s throat.
Cum spurted in heavy pulses, each one making Ash’s whole body seize up, the heat and pressure almost blinding. His vision went white at the edges, a bright, dizzy haze of nothing but Cynthia and her mouth and the way she seemed to devour every drop like it was a rare candy.
Cynthia didn’t flinch, not even a little. She moaned around his cock, gulping down every squirt and splash, swallowing fast and deep so nothing escaped her lips. Ash caught a glimpse of her throat bobbing with effort… then she pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the sensitive tip, sucking hard one last time to drain every last bit from him.
“Ahhh…! Cynthia…!”
He whimpered, utterly spent, but his cock was still rock hard in her mouth, twitching like it was begging for even more. Cynthia let go with a soft, wet pop, pulling off his shaft with a strand of saliva and milky cum still connecting her lips to the flushed, slick head.
She licked her lips clean, eyes glittering with wicked delight. “Wow…” Cynthia purred, voice low and hoarse. “You taste even better than I imagined, Ash…”
His face went beet red. He couldn’t even move, still shuddering in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of his life. Cynthia grinned slyly, and ran her tongue slowly along the length of his shaft, collecting the last remnants of his cum before giving the tip a gentle, appreciative kiss. She drew back, head tilted, eyes never leaving his.
“Seriously… that was a lot. You must be SO pent up, huh?” she teased, stroking him with lazy, fond affection. “World Champion, but you’re still just a boy at heart… Look at you. You’re still so hard for me, Ash…”
She gave his cock a playful squeeze, and it jerked in her hand, already eager for more. Cynthia’s laugh was low and pleased, as if she’d known all along this would happen. “Better get used to it,” she said, voice a purr. “I’m not nearly done with you yet… I want to see what else you’ve got in store for me…”
It soon became that Cynthia straddled Ash again, this time more than keen to spear herself on the teen’s thick and throbbing shaft, relishing how thick and ready he was for her.
Cynthia wasted no time. She braced both hands on Ash’s chest, nails digging in hard enough to sting, and then she sank down on him with a single, hungry motion. Her pussy swallowed up his cock inch by trembling inch, her thighs flexing as she took everything he had to give—all of him, every bit, so deep it almost made her dizzy.
“Hahhh… fuck, Ash… you feel incredible…” Cynthia’s voice trembled, swollen with disbelief and filthy delight, and she let herself bottom out on his dick, her ass pressed tight against his hips. She rested there for a moment, savoring the obscene fullness, rocking her hips in slow, grinding little circles that made her clit throb and her insides clench.
Ash moaned beneath her, hands flying up to grab at Cynthia’s waist, but she batted his hands away with a wicked little laugh. “Oh no you don’t… this is my show, Ash,” she purred, golden hair tumbling over her bare shoulders as she arched her back. The movement made her tits bounce, soft and perfect, and Ash was helpless to do anything but stare.
And Arceus, did he stare!
Cynthia caught him ogling, and her grin went positively feral. “You want to touch them?” she teased, rolling her hips so his cock ground against her g-spot, lighting up sparks behind her eyes. “Go on, then. You’ve earned it, Champion… I know you’ve been, nngh, staring at them for a while…”
Ash’s fingers trembled as he reached up, cupping both of Cynthia’s breasts in his big, calloused hands. The sensation was overwhelming: hot, heavy, so soft he could barely believe it. Her nipples were already hard, stiff and aching, and he rolled them between his fingers, not even caring how greedy or desperate he sounded.
“Oh, Cynthia… you’re perfect… I can’t believe this is real, I’ve wanted this for so long…!”
Cynthia threw her head back and laughed, her whole body shivering with pleasure as Ash fondled her tits. “You’re adorable,” she groaned, “and SO big… ngh, I can actually feel you in my stomach, Ash…” She rocked harder, really riding him now, bouncing up and down on his cock with a rhythm that sent shockwaves through both their bodies. Her thighs slapped against his hips, skin sticking with sweat, and every time she shoved herself back down, she took him deeper than before. “Ah! Ah! Ah, yes…!”
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The noises were indecent, echoing off the gym walls. Cynthia couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, not when it felt this fucking good. She braced her palms on Ash’s chest for leverage, nails raking red trails across his skin, and just rode him, wild and hungry, like the world was ending and she wanted to burn out as bright as possible.
Ash kneaded her breasts, squeezing them, thumbing her nipples until Cynthia’s moans went ragged. She loved it, loved the way he worshiped her, and the guilt inside her twisted and melted, turning into something hot and wicked. Every thrust made her clench down on his cock, milking him, daring him to lose control again.
“Cynthia, you feel amazing… I-I can’t get enough of this,” Ash groaned, his voice raw and desperate. He couldn’t stop his hips from pumping up into her, couldn’t stop his hands from greedily kneading Cynthia’s perfect breasts like they were the prize of a lifetime. They felt so good in his palms, pillowy but heavy, and her nipples were so stiff and sensitive that every roll of his thumbs made her moan right on top of him.
Cynthia arched into his touch, hair sticking to the sweat at her temples, her thighs squeezing Ash’s waist as she bounced up and down on his cock. “That’s it, Ash… ngh, fuck me, just like that,” she panted, grinding her hips down every time she took him to the hilt. “Arceus, you’re so big, you’re making me so full… I can feel you in my guts, Ash… you’re splitting me open…”
The dirty talk only made Ash hotter. He didn’t even know he liked this kind of thing, but the way Cynthia said it—all hoarse and hungry, like she needed to say it or else she’d explode—it unlocked something inside him. He squeezed her tits harder, pinching her nipples between his fingers, and watched Cynthia’s eyes glaze over with lust.
“Y-you like it when I play with your boobs?” Ash asked, voice trembling almost as much as his cock was.
Cynthia’s lips twisted in a savage grin. “I love it, Ash. Don’t you dare stop. I want you to mark me up, squeeze me, use me… fuck, just keep g-going, don’t stop until you cum inside me, okay?”
He wasn’t going to argue with that. Not for a second. Ash thrust up into her, hard, and Cynthia yelped—a pitchy, broken sound that somehow made his balls tighten up even more. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping: PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Every bounce sent a fresh jolt of pleasure up Ash’s spine, and Cynthia’s pussy squeezed him with every downward drive of her hips, like she was trying to milk him for all he was worth.
“Cynthia, ah, Cynthia,” Ash grunted, voice ragged. “You’re… you’re so hot, you’re so tight… I can’t believe how good this feels…”
His hips jolted up, desperation taking over. Cynthia’s thighs flexed to clamp him in place, her ass slapping hard against his hips with every stroke. The pleasure was relentless, dizzying. It went way past anything Ash ever imagined. He couldn’t get enough of Cynthia’s tits, either; he groped and squeezed them, marveling at how her flushed nipples smushed between his fingers, at how she gasped every time he got a little rougher.
“That’s it,” Cynthia moaned, barely coherent. “God, you’re driving me crazy… ngh, fill me up, Ash! Give me all of it! Don’t you dare hold back, not even a little bit—I want you to cum so deep inside me it leaks out for hours…”
That absolutely did him in.
Ash jackhammered up into Cynthia, raw need overriding every ounce of restraint, and then he drove up into her with a desperate, final thrust.
“CYNTHIAAA…!” Ash’s voice stretched out, breaking, almost a sob. His whole body tensed, and then his cock pulsed hard, thick, inside her, and he came. Fast, deep, a messy, hot explosion that nearly blanked out his vision. Cynthia gasped sharp and loud as she felt it, the first spurt of cum so much thicker and hotter than she expected, flooding her in a way that made her pussy clamp around his shaft, milking every drop.
“Ah! Ah! Oh, fuck, Ash, you’re… ngh, you’re cumming so much…!” Cynthia’s head fell back, her hair sticking to her flushed face, eyes rolling as the second and third pulse of cum pumped right into her, making her shudder all over again. She couldn’t even move, just sat there and took it, her body greedy for more as Ash’s hands clutched her tits, squeezing so hard it almost hurt. She loved every second of it.
Ash wasn’t quiet. He groaned, loud and open, hips jerking up into Cynthia’s quivering cunt, cock throbbing as he dumped even more cum inside her. Warmth pooled between her thighs, sticky and obscene, and she relished the way her pussy overflowed with it, leaking around the edges of Ash’s cock as he kept grinding against her, like he couldn’t stand to pull out just yet.
For a moment, neither of them could breathe. Cynthia practically collapsed on top of him, her chest heaving, sweat slicking her bare back. Ash’s face was buried in her bouncing tits, lips parted as he panted, clutching her close.
She laughed weakly, breathless, and raked her nails across his chest. “Wow. And here I thought you’d be nervous… but you’re already stuffing me so full… Hahh… Ash, you’re incredible… simply… the very best…”
He just blinked up at her, dazed, a goofy smile spreading across his lips. “I didn’t know it would feel that good. You’re so… you’re so tight, Cynthia, it’s making me crazy…”
Cynthia’s insides were still twitching, soaking up every ounce of that sticky, creamy load. She rocked her hips, savoring the new mess inside her—and then, with a sigh, she slumped sideways, rolling off Ash and collapsing onto the gym mat beside him.
There was cum everywhere. Dribbling slowly out of her puffy pussy lips, pooling hot between her thighs. Cynthia let her legs fall open, not caring at all about cleanup, just savoring the afterglow. Her body trembled, skin flushed, and she didn’t even bother trying to hide her messy, satisfied smirk.
Ash lay beside her, half-draped over Cynthia’s body, arms wrapped around her waist. He peppered her shoulder, her neck, even her jaw with soft, sweet kisses, each one more affectionate than the last. For a moment, Cynthia melted. Just a little. Another reminder of his sweet, aching innocence.
They were sticky, sweaty, and tangled up together, Cynthia curled around Ash’s broad frame, her head tucked beneath his chin. She couldn’t get enough of him. Not even close.
For a long second, Cynthia just basked in the heat of Ash’s body pressed tight against hers, her bare skin tingling with sweat and afterglow and the wild, pulsing ache between her legs. It was absurd, how much she wanted him. Ash’s arms cinched around her waist, his kisses gentle at first, almost reverent, dotting her jaw and throat and the slope of her shoulder. It was too sweet, too intimate, and it made Cynthia’s heart flutter in a way that battles never had.
But her pussy was still soaked, throbbing, so full that sticky warmth oozed out with every breath. The evidence of their mess, splattered across her thighs and dripping onto the mat, made her brain swim with heat and raw need. She shifted, wincing at the sensitivity, but even that sharp jolt just made her want more.
“Cynthia…” Ash whispered, voice muffled against her neck. He sounded dazed, punch-drunk on pleasure, but his body sure as hell wasn’t tired yet. His cock was still hard, pressed against her bare thigh, slick and twitching and practically begging for round two.
She shuddered, rolling her hips against him, needy as ever. “Still have energy?” she teased, her voice coming out rough and wrecked. “Or are you going to let me win this one?”
Ash grinned against her skin, and it was a hot, hungry thing. “I’m not done,” he confessed, and his hands were already sliding down, bracing himself on either side of her body. “I want to keep going… I want to see your face when I’m inside you this time, Cynthia…”
The words made her insides clench. Cynthia didn’t even try to hide the way she spread her legs for him, thighs trembling, pussy already swollen and dripping with a fresh trickle of slick and cum. “Then come get it, champ,” she breathed, locking her ankles around his waist and pulling him down on top of her. “Come and get your ultimate reward…”
Ash needed no more encouragement. He lined himself up, cock flushed and leaking, and then drove forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth, powerful thrust.
“Aaah… fuck, Ash!” Cynthia cried out, her whole body arching beneath him. He filled her up so completely, so deep, that it felt like he was rearranging her guts. Her pussy clenched tight around him, greedy for every inch, even as more of his sticky load from before squelched out around the thick shaft.
Ash braced himself, hands planted beside Cynthia’s shoulders, and started thrusting—not rough or clumsy, but with a determination that almost made her laugh. “Can I go harder?” he asked, cheeks flushed, sweat glistening on his brow.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, don’t you dare hold back!” Cynthia gasped, nails digging into his back as she clamped her thighs tighter around his hips. “Give me everything, Ash! Don’t stop until you’ve emptied yourself again, I want to feel you lose control…”
That did it. Ash lost the last of his restraint. He slammed into her, hard, their bodies colliding with a jolt that made Cynthia’s entire world explode into white-hot stars. Her thighs kept tight around Ash’s hips, locking him in place so deep inside her that she could actually feel him throbbing, every twitch of his cock sending shockwaves through her core.
Ash grunted, sweat dripping down his brow, as he pistoned into Cynthia with that relentless, single-minded determination that used to win badges but now won something far filthier. There was nothing gentle about it—not with the way Cynthia’s nails dug into his back, scraping angry red trails down his spine, or the way her ankles hooked behind his waist, heels digging in to drive him even deeper with every thrust.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound alone was obscene, echoing off the gym’s sunlit walls. Cynthia’s breath hitched with every brutal collision, her breasts jostling from the impact, skin sticking to Ash’s as they writhed together on the mat. She kissed him hungrily, lips parted, teeth nipping his lower lip with every desperate, gasping moan. She wanted him devouring her. She wanted to feel completely used.
Ash groaned against her mouth, lost to it, hips slamming forward so hard that Cynthia’s pussy squelched with every stroke, each movement forcing his thick shaft against her most sensitive spots. Sticky heat oozed from where they were joined, cum from the first round mixing with her own slick, and Cynthia loved it, loved how fucking messy it was, how Ash never even seemed to care about anything but her.
She broke the kiss for a split-second, gulping air, only to drag Ash down and mash their lips together again, harder. She could taste his need. His tongue tangled with hers, desperate and wild, as if he could pour every ounce of himself into her just through kissing alone.
“Y-you’re pounding me so deep, Ash… fuck, you’re gonna make me cum again if you keep going…” Cynthia rasped, her voice ruined, needy, nothing like her Champion self. She didn’t care. She wanted him to hear it, to feel it, to know exactly how close he was driving her to madness.
Ash only moaned in answer, ramming into her again and again. His cock swelled inside her, stretching her open, stuffing her so completely that Cynthia lost all sense of time or place. The friction was relentless, delicious, and she clenched her pussy down around him, milking every drop she could, determined to wring him dry.
Ash buried his face in her neck, panting, thrusts growing even rougher as he chased another orgasm. Cynthia’s body rocked beneath him, sweat slicking every inch, the scent of sex thick in the air. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, dragging his body down flush to hers, so she could grind her clit against the base of his cock with every frantic pump.
“Mmmmmmff! A-Ash, that’s it, just like that, hnnnn, don’t you dare stop, don’t you dare slow down, I want to cum with you, I want it so bad…!” She howled it, right in his ear, the confession sending Ash into wild, ruthless motion.
Her words lit a fuse inside him. He slammed his cock into her again and again, sweat dripping onto Cynthia’s flushed skin, and all the while Cynthia’s thighs quaked around his hips, greedy for everything he had left. Their bodies moved together, harder, faster, desperate for that next high.
“Oh, fuck, Ash, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, I’m almost there!” Cynthia’s voice was ragged, torn apart by pleasure. Her mind fizzed out with every stroke, every thick twitch of Ash’s cock, every dirty, sticky squelch between her legs.
Ash pounded her even harder, hips pistoning, his own voice breaking. “Cynthia—I’m—I’m getting close, too, I can’t hold it…!”
“Then let go! Cum inside, fill me up, give me everything!” Cynthia demanded, her thighs locking even tighter as she arched against him, her lust and need and wildness boiling over.
They were right there, teetering on the edge. Ash shoved himself inside her, balls-deep, and that did it. Everything vanished in a blinding, white-hot eruption.
“CYNTHIAAA!” Ash’s scream tore from his chest as his cock pulsed, huge, inside her, and then cum spurted, hard, flooding Cynthia’s drenched, aching pussy. The first shot was so thick and hot Cynthia’s mind just blanked, her body instinctively clenching down to milk every drop. She gasped, head thrown back, mouth wide in a howl as her own orgasm detonated.
“NNNNGH, FUCK, ASH, YESSS!” Cynthia gushed, her whole body going rigid as a messy, sticky squirt of her own juices spilled out around Ash’s cock. Her pussy clenched, pulling him even deeper, desperate to wring out every last pulse of his seed.
Ash couldn’t stop. His entire body locked up, hips jerking, as he dumped a thick, endless load straight into Cynthia’s womb. Each spurt set off another wave of pleasure, so blinding his entire world faded to white. He held Cynthia tight, burying his face in her neck, groaning her name as she gushed for him, soaking both their hips and the mat beneath in slippery, sweet-smelling mess.
They rutted through the aftershocks, Cynthia’s pussy twitching, splattering their thighs with more and more of their shared slick. Cynthia trembled, utterly spent but so greedy for more, clinging to Ash as he emptied himself inside her.
The pleasure was so paramount that they’d lost their senses for everything else. It was an utter devastation of the self, tantamount to ego death. For Ash and Cynthia in tandem, that meant passing out in each other’s arms, as everything whited out…
[ A FEW DAYS LATER… ]
“I’M GOING TO BE A DAD?!”
Cynthia pinched the bridge of her nose, unable to suppress the embarrassed smile that clung to her countenance. She really couldn’t help it. Even though Ash looked like he was seconds away from fainting, Cynthia’s lips kept twitching upward, like her body refused to let her play this off with dignity.
Ash, of course, was still stuck somewhere between mortification and panic. He paced in a tight circle, clutching his cap in both hands and all but tearing it in half. “I’m—I’m really going to be a dad? Like, an actual…? I thought that stuff only happened to, you know, adults who didn’t plan for it, and you’re so smart, Cynthia—I mean, you said it was safe, right?” He looked up at her, eyes wide and wild, as if maybe she could just… wish the whole mess away.
Oh, he was adorable. Anxious and red-faced, but adorable.
Cynthia took a steadying breath, then softened her voice until it was as gentle as she could make it. “I… really thought we were fine, Ash. I promise. It was a safe day for me, and I even took a pill after just in case.” She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, gaze flicking away in a rare moment of real, honest embarrassment. “But I guess… you’ve got some champion sperm, huh?”
Ash practically combusted. His face went supernova red, and he stared at the floor like it held all the answers in the universe. “Champion what-now?!” he blurted, voice cracking. “Please don’t say that out loud… Pikachu’s right there…!”
From his post by the counter, Pikachu groaned theatrically. He crossed his arms, cheeks sparking with disbelief, and then shook his head so hard his ears flopped. Even Lucario and Garchomp, lingering at the far end of the room, looked vaguely scandalized by the whole thing. Cynthia couldn’t even blame them.
She pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead, stifling a helpless giggle. “I’m so sorry, Ash! I didn’t mean to say it like that—I just… I can’t believe you actually got me pregnant your first time. Especially with the precautions I took…” She trailed off, smile turning sheepish, and then she stepped forward and wrapped Ash up in a hug before he could bolt. “But no form of birth control is 100% effective, s-so… ahh… I don’t know what to say other than that I’m sorry…”
He went stiff in her arms at first, but quickly melted, burying his face against her shoulder. “I’m sorry, too,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, I know I should have… uh… but you’re the Champion, and you’re so pretty, and I just lost control… and I might really be in love with y-you, and, um… are you mad at me?”
Cynthia stroked his back, letting her nails graze lightly through his hair. “Of course I’m not mad,” she whispered, her voice warm with something like awe. “If anything, I feel like I took advantage of you. You’re so much younger than me… I should have protected you better. I can’t believe I dragged you into this, Ash… I’m a horrible adult.”
He shook his head, so earnest it nearly broke her. “No way! I want to be with you! That was the best experience of my life! Seriously!”
“You’re embarrassing me by shouting like that,” Cynthia mumbled, cheeks red. “I have no experience with this kind of thing… but I guess that makes two of us some clueless champions, doesn’t it?”
The two held each other, finding solace and levity in their life-changing predicament. But Pikachu’s face never once changed, except to scowl at the utter ridiculousness of the situation. If anything, his cheeks sparked with more intensity, as if he could rectify this entire problem with one well-timed Thunderbolt.
But seeing how happy Ash was in that situation, Pikachu instead decided to cut his losses and accept that his trainer was going to be raising something other than Pokemon in the years to come…
“Pika pi…”