Viridian City Pokémon Center- 6:42 a.m.
Ash leaned toward the videophone and tapped the call button. The soft ringing tone seemed to echo louder than it should in the empty lobby. After several long seconds, the screen flickered to life.
Professor Oak appeared, clearly dragged out of bed. His hair stuck up in wild tufts, striped pajamas peeked out from beneath a lab coat that had been thrown on inside-out and backwards. He yawned hugely, stretching one arm while rubbing the back of his neck with the other.
When his bleary eyes finally focused on the caller, they shot wide open.
"Oh, it's Ash?" Professor Oak blinked twice, still half-asleep. "Wait… I'm receiving this call from the Viridian City Pokémon Center? You're still in Viridian City? Mary and the others had already passed through it two days ago! What in the world have you been doing all this time?"
Lick… lick… slurp… slurp…
Ash's face flashed crimson in an instant. He swallowed hard, voice jumping half an octave. "G-good morning, Professor Oak! I-I was… uh… busy with something…"
Professor Oak settled back into his chair, cradling a steaming mug of coffee with a smug little grin. "Good morning to you too, Ash. So, tell me you caught a Pokémon, right?" He paused for dramatic effect, eyes twinkling. "Because that's funny, Mary made a very confident bet with me right before she left."
Ash blinked, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple. "A… bet…?"
The professor's chuckle rumbled warm and teasing through the speaker. "She said, and I quote: 'There's no way Ash catches even one Pokémon before he drags himself to Viridian City.' So come on, young man. How many have you caught? I've got money riding on this!"
Beneath the table the wet sounds never stopped. Lick… lick… slurp… shlick…
Four devoted tongues worked in perfect, torturous rhythm. Ash's thighs trembled; his fingers gripped the edge of the videophone stand so hard the plastic creaked.
His voice came out a strangled squeak. "I-I… uh… haven't… caught any… yet…"
Professor Oak's shoulders slumped, the smug grin vanishing. "Oh no… Don't tell me Mary was right…"
"BUT! Look at this!" Ash blurted, fumbling the mysterious Pokémon egg into view.
The egg filled the screen. Professor Oak's eyes went wide as saucers; his coffee cup froze halfway to his lips.
"A POKÉMON EGG?! Ash, that's extraordinary!" He leaned so close his nose almost touched the glass. "Which Pokémon is it?"
Ash gave an embarrassed little laugh, cradling the egg carefully. "I… don't know yet, but it could hatch any day now."
Professor Oak beamed brighter than a Sunny Day. "That's worth way more than any regular catch! Outstanding work, Ash! Keep it safe, keep it warm. You can pick up a proper portable incubator from Nurse Joy; she always keeps a few on hand for rare cases like this."
Beneath the counter the wet symphony continued without mercy. Lick… lick… slurp… slurp…
Someone dragged her tongue in one long, deliberate stroke from base to tip. Ash's voice cracked into a tiny, mortified squeak. "Professor, I-I will…"
A fresh bead of sweat slid from his temple, down his neck, and vanished beneath his collar.
Professor Oak's brow creased with concern. "Ash… your face is bright red and you're sweating a lot. Are you ill?"
Ash laughed too loudly, too fast, the sound cracking like a dropped plate. "N-no, Professor! Just, uh… s-something happened, I'll be fine! Totally fine!"
The professor didn't look convinced. He tilted his head. "Take care of yourself, young man… Also, your house was empty. Where's your mother?"
Ash's hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk the instant a pair of soft, warm lips parted around his left ball.
The gentle heat of that mouth enveloped him completely, slick with thick, warm saliva that had been gathering for minutes.
A slow, luxurious pull drew him deeper, the tongue beneath curling in a wet, cradling swirl while the suction produced a quiet, filthy gulp that vibrated straight up his spine.
At the exact same moment another mouth claimed the right side. Those lips were plush and glossy, sliding over his skin like heated silk soaked in spit.
They sealed around him with a soft, wet pop, then began a slow, rolling suck.
The tongue lapped in lazy, deliberate circles, tracing every ridge and seam while fresh drool spilled from the corners, trickling down in a warm stream to mingle with the saliva already coating his thighs and dripping in thin, silvery strands.
"M-Mom said she's visiting a faraway relative for a while…" he stammered, "s-since I'm traveling and she'll miss me…"
"Oh, that's understandable," Professor Oak murmured. Then he paused, ears pricking at the relentless weird sounds drifting through the speaker.
His eyes narrowed. "…Ash, what is that strange sound I keep hearing?"
The licking grew momentarily louder, slurp… mmm… lick lick…, deliberately taunting, as if the four women hidden beneath the counter had heard the question and decided to answer it themselves.
Ash's eyes flew wide in pure panic. He felt everything tighten, fast and merciless; his cock throbbed, balls drawing up as the edge rushed toward him like a runaway train.
His trembling hand shot toward the END CALL button.
"G-Gotta go, Professor! Talk soon, bye!"
The screen snapped to black a heartbeat before the dam broke.
Under the videophone table, completely out of frame for Professor Oak's view, Delia Ketchum, Daisy Oak, Nurse Joy, and Misty knelt in a tight semicircle.
Delia and Daisy lavished slow, worshipful attention on his balls, while Nurse Joy and Misty took turns sliding their warm and wet mouths along his cock, trading it back and forth with sloppy, eager sounds.
All four women were flushed, eyes shining with mischief and lust, utterly devoted to pushing Ash right to the edge while he tried to speak to Professor Oak.
Ash couldn't hold back any longer. A choked, muffled groan tore out of him, low and desperate, as his cock pulsed hard and the first thick rope of white shot out, hot and heavy wave.
It splashed across waiting cheeks and parted lips in a perfect, creamy arc. The second spurt landed higher, striping across a forehead and dripping slowly down the bridge of a nose.
The third painted a glossy line from chin to hairline, clinging in warm, pearly strands. More followed, again and again, until every eager face below the counter was decorated in shining, sticky white fluid, sliding lazily over flushed skin.
They didn't flinch. They leaned into it.
Soft, happy hums rose as tongues darted out to catch what they could, lips curving into delighted smiles while the warm seed kept coming.
Cheeks glistened. Lashes fluttered under delicate droplets. One of them moaned quietly in pure bliss as a particularly thick strand landed across her open mouth; she licked it up slowly, savoring the taste with a shudder of pleasure.
Another tilted her head back just to feel the heat of it sliding down her throat when she swallowed.
Four radiant, cum-drenched faces looked up at him, eyes sparkling with pride and mischief, as if being painted in his release was the best reward they could have asked for.
As for why Nurse Joy and Misty had accepted the filthy, wonderful arrangement so easily… Well, that story begins yesterday afternoon, behind the closed doors of the Viridian City Pokémon Center…
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