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“No way! I-I lost!?”

Watching her opponent rush to his dazed Passimian, the raven-haired beauty couldn’t help herself. Raising a dainty hand to her lips, Ashley released a high-pitched laugh as she looked down upon the pair of losers. “As expected, the winner was decided before the battle even began! Isn’t that right, Pikachu?”

“Pika!” Much like her owner, Pikachu too delighted in her victory as she watched the Teamwork Pokémon return to his Pokéball. Her tail whipped behind her as she got on all fours, the little electric rodent clearly eager for more as electricity shot out of her cheeks.

And her trainer was the same way. With an exaggerated flourish, Ashley pointed back at the clearly nervous trainer before her. “Now then, send out your next Pokémon! Hopefully it can give us a better fight than your previous one.”

Her opponent shook his head as he backed away, a few beads of sweat dripping down his tanned face. “No way, that Pikachu of yours is way too strong! It isn’t normal!”

“So you admit defeat then? Is that it?” The young woman didn’t wait for an answer as she approached the nervous boy, her heels clacking along the walkway as her four long, ebon drills of hair bounced around her head. Setting a hand on her hip, she stopped only when she was right before the boy, a smug smile gracing her pretty face. “Well? Will you submit to me?”

Though clearly upset, the boy shut his eyes and conceded. “Alright, you win. Are you happy?”

“Of course. You did a wonderful job, Pikachu.” The beauty crouched down as she gently pet her prized Pokémon’s head, Pikachu happily crying out as she received her trainer’s pets. Ashley smiled as she ran her fingers over Pikachu’s heart-shaped tail, the young woman briefly reminiscing on how she’d raised the Pokémon since she was a tiny little Pichu. How far she’d come indeed.

Though she didn’t have too much time to wander down memory lane; after all, she had a prize to collect.

“Now as for you, I do believe we had an agreement.”

The boy swallowed hard as Ashley’s attention fixated on him once more. “Th-That was just a joke, wasn’t it?”

“Was it now? I believe the conditions were that if you won, I’d agree to a date with you, and if I won, you’d buy me that lovely hat over there.” Ashley pointed to the cute boutique where the ribbon-wrapped sunhat sat front and center in the display window. “Well? I’m waiting.”

“C-Come on, isn’t that asking too much?”

Ashley giggled at that, the beauty keeping a hand on her hip even as a gentle wind caressed her long blue dress. “Is it now? I think you’re the one who was asking too much. Thinking that you could get a date with me? You really overestimated yourself, little boy.” Ashley wasn’t sure whether the trainer was younger than her, but frankly, she didn’t care. He’d proven himself to be an immature brat the moment he’d loudly walked down the street boasting about what a strong trainer he was. She’d known then he needed to be taught a lesson, and she’d been all too happy to do so.

After all, it was about to earn her a new hat, and quite the pricy one at that.

The blonde boy clenched his teeth, though he made no move against the girl. After all, Ashley had completely dominated him in battle, and even now her regal presence was enough to intimidate the rookie trainer.

“Fine. Wait here.”

Ashley grinned as she watched him go, the girl gently clutching a cute necklace that another boy had purchased her a short while back. She wasn’t sure if all Alolan boys were so overconfident, but she’d quite enjoyed taking the ones foolish enough to challenge her down a few pegs. She had no doubts that others would challenge her going forward, but she showed no concern as she simply waited alongside Pikachu for her new present.

After all, she always got her way.

“Today turned out even better than expected! Right, Pikachu?”

“Pika!”

Ashley simply smiled down at her prized Pokémon as the two continued down the street, a few streetlights illuminating the path before them. Their little shopping spree had taken longer than anticipated, but the new hat sitting atop Ashley’s head made the delays worth it to the girl. Of course, that wasn’t her only new acquisition; the four shopping bags clutched tightly between her newly-manicured fingers were proof enough that she’d spent quite a bit of money. Still, girls like her had expensive tastes, and Ashley was all too happy to indulge her material needs. And now she’d return home to her mansion, kick off her shoes, and-

Four bags dropped to the ground as Ashley brought a hand to her forehead, a sudden wave of dizziness disorienting the girl. Even as Pikachu cried out in alarm, the young woman staggered about, her heels making it hard to remain balanced. She managed to stabilize herself before it was too late, though as she regained her balance she found herself looking upon an old, quaint little building to her right. She blinked as she gazed upon it, Ashley not one to give such lower-class homes more than a passing thought.

Yet something about this one was familiar. Something about it compelled her inside, even when she knew she had no business there. Without even thinking about it she approached, the girl almost in a trance as she walked down the small walkway past the overgrown lawn.

“What’s up with this dirty old place?” She managed as she reached the door. Something inside compelled her to enter, and before she knew it, she had her hand on the door. All it took was a simple turn to open it, the raven-haired girl only hesitating for a second before she stepped inside with Pikachu rushing in after her. Even a rich girl like her knew what she was doing was wrong, and yet such thoughts failed to deter her body as she entered the home.

Disgust quickly surged within the classy girl as she examined the interior, the building clearly having seen better days. She was surprised to have walked straight into what appeared to be a living room, Ashley wrinkling her nose at both the peculiar design and all the old furniture within.

Still, there was something unnerving about this place; from the outside, it looked like the home had been abandoned, what with all of the peeling paint and the overgrown lawn that probably sheltered a number of bug and grass type Pokémon. The inside told a different story: sure, everything within seemed old, and yet the lights had been on when she’d entered.

That, and she didn’t see a speck of dust anywhere.

The words escaped the girl before she even knew it: “What is this place?”

“Why, home of course! At least, for the time being.”

A shrill scream filled the house as Ashley spun around, the girl terrified out of her mind as the voice boomed throughout the old home. Her heart raced as she desperately looked around for the source, the girl wondering if this wasn’t some sort of haunted house she’d stumbled into. “Wh-Who’s there!?”

“P-Pika pi!” Despite clearly looking scared herself by the unexpected voice, Pikachu fired a few small bolts of electricity from her cheeks as she prepared to defend her terrified trainer.

The two’s fear only grew as laughter echoed throughout the home, the front door slamming behind them as an ominous wind filled the room. “Well then, today was a fun one, but I’m in the mood for something special tonight! But first, let’s get you back to normal!”

Ashley didn’t get a chance to ask what that meant, to ask the disembodied voice anything at all. For as purple smoke consumed both her and Pikachu, she simply ceased to be.

Ash Ketchum violently coughed as the smoke swiftly dispersed, the young trainer quite confused as he opened his eyes. Immediately a host of questions assaulted the boy’s mind as he got his first look at unfamiliar surroundings, though even they paled in comparison to his primary concern.

“Pikachu! Are you alright?”

Though still coughing a bit himself, the small rodent Pokémon answered in the affirmative. Opening his eyes, the electric-type Pokémon appeared equally perplexed by their surroundings as it looked around. “P-Pika!”

“Where are we?” Ash asked. “What’s going on?”

“Allow me to answer all of your questions!”

Though not nearly as shrill as the earlier scream, another cry escaped Ash’s lips as the book frantically looked around for the speaker. Immediately he was on guard, the trainer reaching to call out another of his Pokémon.

He wasn’t given the chance, Ash gasping as his Pokeballs suddenly levitated from where they were positioned on his belt. He barely missed grabbing at one, though to his relief they didn’t travel far; after a few moments of spinning through the air, they gently plopped down on a nearby couch.

“Now now, there’s no need for any of that. Here, I’ll make this easier for you.” Just like that, it materialized. From the floor itself ascended a ghost-type Pokémon, its spherical black “body” shrouded in purple gas. A large, delighted smile filled out its fanged mouth as its eyes gleefully took in the sight of the shocked trainer and Pokémon before it. “Hello again, Ash. For you, I suppose it’s been quite a while.”

“A-A talking…wait a second!” Pushing aside the haze still ensnaring his mind, Ash pointed at the new arrival. “I know you! You’re the Gastly from Maiden’s Peak.”

To his surprise, the Pokémon’s smile twisted into a frown as it sighed. “That’s still what you know me as, isn’t it? Then again, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised; it’s not like you’d remember our other, more eventful encounters.”

The trainer blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Just like that, Gastly was right back to smiling as it hovered around Ash, Pikachu dropping to all fours as he prepared for battle. “You speak like we’ve only ever met once before. Honestly, Ash, I’m a bit hurt. Do you really not remember all the fun we’ve had together?”

Confusion tugged at Ash’s brow as the boy racked his brain. As far as he knew, he’d only ever encountered this Gastly once; even after all the time that had passed, there was no forgetting the strange forms it had taken on back then.

Gastly chuckled. “It’s quite alright if you can’t remember. Honestly, I’d be a little worried if you could.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on?”

“I suppose I’ve been cryptic enough for now.” Gastly smiled as he floated over to the center of the room. “You see, Ash, this isn’t our second encounter. Truth be told, we’ve crossed paths many a time during your less-than-successful journey to become a Pokémon Master. I can assure you that the first time was pure coincidence, but after all the fun I had with you and your friends, why, I just had to pay you a few more visits.”

“You’re lying! I don’t remember any of that.”

“But of course; I wiped your memories of our past encounters.”

The words left Ash speechless, even Pikachu looking concerned as he looked up at his trainer with a look of uncertainty. After what Ash had seen at Maiden’s Peak, there was no doubting that this Gastly had truly incredible powers. Still, was it capable of pulling off something that only the most powerful of psychic types could do?

Gastly continued before Ash could find his words. “Well, I suppose wiping isn’t the correct word; more like sealing all memories related to our encounters away inside of that head of yours. And you need not worry, it’s all just been a little innocent fun on my part.”

“Innocent fun? What are you talking about?” He knew he probably sounded oblivious, and yet what else could he do? Ash was lost, and at this point any clarity was welcome to his aching mind.

Gastly floated around the room, forcing Ash to remember where he now was. “Whenever we’ve crossed paths, I’ve taken great pleasure in changing both your form and your mind. And well, after learning you were here in Alola, I simply had to take a nice long vacation to enjoy myself.” A pair of sunglasses briefly materialized over Gastly’s eyes, the sudden gag helping to alleviate tensions slightly.

But only for a moment. “Where are we anyway?”

“An old home I found vacant. With all the fun I’ve had with you, I thought it would make things much easier for the time being. After all, it would be quite weird if you returned to your current lodgings as a different girl every couple of days.”

“What do you mean?” A different girl? What was Gastly talking about? Its words didn’t make any sense to Ash, though as they lingered in his mind, the raven-haired boy almost wondered if he was better off not knowing.

Gastly sighed before its eyes began to glow. “Rather than try to answer your questions one at a time, it will be much easier for me to just show you.”

There was no escape for Ash, the trainer losing himself in Gastly’s hypnotic eyes as he once more fell under the Pokémon’s spell. And as he succumbed to the ghost’s vast power, countless memories of the past awakened within.

“Class, I’d like to introduce you to Ashley. She’s currently training to be a teacher, so she’ll be helping out here for the next few days.”

It was her cue. After taking a deep breath to calm her jitters, the busty young woman smiled as she took a few steps forward to greet her class. She was ready for this, the young woman having spent much of the previous day preparing for this moment. And now, nothing was going to get in her way.

Nothing, save for her own clumsiness.

“Eyah!” Maybe it was due to an imperfection in the wooden floor, or perhaps it was because of her growing anxiety. Regardless of the reason, Ashley proceeded to face plant onto the floor, the girl whimpering even as all of the students cried out in surprise.

“Are you okay!?”

“That was quite the tumble.”

“I-I’m fine!” Despite wanting to burst into tears at her failure of a first impression, the young teacher put on her best smile as she faced her students. Thankfully the fall hadn’t damaged her glasses, even if what little pride she had now lay shattered on the classroom floor. Still, she was nothing if not determined, the busty young teacher rising to her feet as she faced her students. Ignoring how sore her sizable bust was following her undignified fall, the ponytailed woman adjusted her glasses and smiled.

“Have any of you heard of the Pokémon Golisopod?”

The question clearly took the group of students by surprise, the preteens briefly exchanging glances before returning their attention to Ashley. “Yes,” Mallow said. “But what does that have to do with anything?”

“Golisopod has a special move called First Impression that can only be used at the start of a battle. However, it will fail if it tries at any other point.” Ashley cutely stuck out her tongue at the group. “So I guess you could say my First Impression didn’t work out.” It was a cheesy joke to be sure, Ashley trembling a little as she worried how it would go over. Did it even make sense? It sounded great in her head, but the ponytailed girl had to wonder if it would find any success with her students.

Fortunately, it worked like a charm; Mallow giggled a little at the joke, Lana and Lillie wearing relieved smiles while both Sophocles and Kiawe chuckled. And with her confidence somewhat renewed, Ashley knew it was time for a more proper introduction.

Hopefully, this one wouldn’t be as clumsy.  

“Th…That was me?”

Gastly giggled as Ash returned to the present. “Quite the experience, wasn’t it? I must say, I think the boys in your class were quite taken with you. What a shock it would be for them to learn that their newfound crush is actually their classmate!”

Ash merely gaped, the boy struggling to process what was going on. Just now, he’d relived those memories, memories that surely couldn’t have been his. After all, he was a preteen boy, not a twenty-something-year-old woman! There was no way that Gastly could have simply transformed him like that.

And yet, they felt so real, and oddly enough, so familiar. Has he really lived through that?

“Pika?” Pikachu gasped, the Pokémon clearly having just experienced a similar experience. Ash couldn’t even muster up a reassuring smile for his partner, especially as he remembered the cute little female Pikachu who had served as his, or rather, her teaching assistant. None of it should have been possible.

But then again, not only had he died in the past (in part due to a different Gastly, he recalled), but he’d also been turned into a Pikachu before. Given those experiences, maybe his transformation into a girl wasn’t so strange an idea after all.

“I’m sure you’re still getting over your shock, but that certainly wasn’t the only day I had some fun. Actually, I quite enjoyed how you ended up a few days ago; perhaps a bit too macabre for some, but then again I am a ghost!”

A shiver raced down Ash’s skin as he was reminded that Gastly wasn’t simply some one-off prankster; it was a repeat offender from the sound of things, even if he couldn’t remember the details. Though as he faced the Pokémon once again and it’s mischievous, glowing eyes, he once again found himself unlocking forbidden memories.

He was close.

A twisted smile spread across Ashley’s lips as the girl cackled, her eyes alight with desire as she lay in way for her destined lover. There was a lot to love about Alola, but the long-haired girl had come to hate how sunny it got; a creature of shadows like herself had little tolerance for such irritating light.

And that was precisely why the spooky girl dwelled within the dark alleyway, Ashley enjoying the cooler spot surrounded by so much of that harsh, skin-burning light. It certainly made her attire more bearable; the dark, turtleneck dress she wore was quite warm, and hardly suitable for the sunny region. Still, at least she had enough sense to bear her midriff, though even that was partially concealed by fishnets.

“I can feel him growing closer, Mimikyu. He’ll be here soon enough!”

A series of gurgling noises reached Ashley’s ears as her dear companion expressed her delight, the eerie ghost-type Pokémon waddling up beside Ashley as it too waited for the destined encounter. It was getting hard for Ashley to breathe, the pale, gothic girl’s smile growing almost too wide now that her time had come. Her fortune had dictated that today was the day she’d meet her soulmate, meet the one who’d fill the hole that so existed in her life.

Any moment now, he’d walk around the corner, and she’d make him hers. Oh the fun they’d have together, Ashley starting to dream about how she’d show him her doll collection, show him her favorite spot out in the woods where plenty of lovely ghost Pokémon congregated. There was so much to do, and she-

“Excuse me, do you mind helping me out for a second? I’m a bit lost.”

Ashley struggled to contain her excitement as the voice reached her ears. Just like that, he’d arrived. Of course, she thought: her destined one wouldn’t dwell out in the realm of the light, but in the shadows like herself. Slowly turning around, the girl feasted her eyes upon the auburn-haired boy before her.

There was no doubt about it: he was the one. Ashley couldn’t help but nervously giggle as she lost herself in his dark eyes, the girl absent-mindedly stroking her untidy locks as she took a step toward the boy. “Well don’t you worry; I think you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

“E-Excuse me?” The spiky-haired boy’s eyes seemed to shrink a little, Ashley surprised as he took a step away from her. Perhaps she’d been a bit too forward, though the girl hardly thought so. After all, this was destiny.

“Merely a joke,” she lied with an eerie smile. “I’d be happy to help you out.”

That seemed to make the boy relax, if only a little. “Oh, was that a joke? Sorry, I’m pretty new to Alola. I’m actually here on vacation.”

Ashley giggled. Now she just needed to find a way to make the boy realize that vacationing here wasn’t enough; he needed to live here. Preferably with her. “As so many others are. My name is Ashley.”

The boy blinked, before a smile curled onto his lips. “Really? How funny, I’m actually looking for someone named Ash. My name’s Gary.”

Gary: such a wonderful name. It sounded familiar to the girl, yet she easily brushed that off; no doubt the name of her destined one was engraved into her heart. “Well Gary, what exactly do you need from me?”

“I’m actually looking for my friend Ash. Do you happen to know how to get to the Pokémon School from here? Oh, is that a Pikachu?”

“Mimikyu,” Ashley corrected. Though judging by Gary’s reaction as he watched her Pokémon’s neck appear to crack before his very eyes, she realized her words mattered little.

“Q-Quite the Pokémon,” the clearly-spooked boy managed.

“She’s such a lovely creature.” Ashley smiled as she fondly pet her beloved Pokémon. “Far more lovely than a mere Pikachu. Isn’t that right, Mimikyu?”

Her Pokémon happily gurgled in agreement, Ashley losing herself as she stroked its cloth casing. It was said that those who beheld what lay beneath were cursed to death; truth be told, she was still tempted to peek and gaze upon her true form. “Such a lovely Pokémon.”

“Y-Yeah. So umm, the school?” A few drops of sweat trickled down Gary’s face, Ashley wondering if he wasn’t a bit warm. Unlike her he was dressed for the heat, and yet he was still new to the region; no doubt he still needed time to adapt.

“Oh yes. Continue down the main street for a while. When you see a Pokémon Center, take a right and then follow that road. You’ll find it in no time.”

“Thanks a lot. Well, I’d better get going. Sorry to bother you.”

Ashley grabbed Gary’s hand before the boy could leave the alleyway. “I can take you there if you’d like.” The girl shivered as she felt his hand in her own, the girl treasuring her chance to touch it as another smile formed on her lips. She giggled as she pressed her sizable bust against Gary’s arm, Ashley hoping that it would be enough to entice the boy to consider her proposal.

And though color filled his cheeks at the contact, Gary managed to pull away. “It’s fine! I’ve taken up enough of your time already. H-Have a great day!”

And with that he was off, Ashley left blinking as her soulmate rushed off. It had been a fleeting encounter, one that was supposed to have lasted so much longer. And just like that, it was over.

Or so Gary thought.

“Mimikyu, Shadow Sneak. Stay close to him.”

The Pokemon released another cry before fading into the shadows. And once she was sure that Gary had gotten enough of a head start, Ashley braved the light as she began to trail the boy, her dark, eyeshadow-encased eyes gleaming with delight. Maybe she could only admire him from afar for now, but no doubt they’d be brought back together again. After all, it was her destiny, and she was ready to embrace it.

“I didn’t hurt him, did I?”

Gastly chortled at Ash’s question, the trainer paling as he reflected on what he’d done. “Of course not. You merely stalked him for a little, that’s all.”

Though the words helped reassure Ash, they did little to dampen the shock of everything that had happened. The fact that his old rival was now in Alola barely even registered as Ash struggled to process the fact that he’d been turned into a creepy, busty girl just a few days prior.

“P-Pika…” No doubt Pikachu was just as shocked upon learning about his own radical transformation, the electric rodent quivering as he backed up against Ash.

“Fear not, I don’t intend anyone harm. Just a little fun on my part. In a few days I’ll take my leave, and when that happens, you’ll have no memory of any of this.” The floating orb of gas floated about the room, its eyes occasionally meeting Ash’s as the boy was barraged with additional memories.

“Hnnng!” Ash shivered as he realized why the house was currently dustless: as a happy and obedient maid, she’d done an excellent job cleaning the place. And a day later he’d been a ditzy schoolgirl who’d frustrated her classmates to no end with her overuse of the word “like” and penchant for chewing bubblegum. “S-Stop it!”

Surprisingly, Gastly did as commanded. “Apologies, I don’t think your head is supposed to be able to hold so many memories, so many lifetimes. As I said, I’ll be relieving you of all that soon enough, so please bear with me.”

Ash gritted his teeth as he faced down the ghost. Maybe Gastly hadn’t caused him any lasting harm, but he hardly appreciated being the Pokémon’s plaything. If this was to stop, he needed to act. “Th-That’s enough. No more of this, Gastly!”

“Oh Ash, I have come to love that stubborn nature of yours! Though I don’t plan to stop, not just yet. After all, now that Gary is here, I definitely need to have some fun with him as well.”

“I won’t let you!” Ash pointed a finger at Gastly as he readied himself for a challenge. “Pikachu, use-”

And just like that, he couldn’t move, Ash gasping as he froze up. Pikachu’s confused cry alerted him to his Pokémon’s own predicament, the cute little rodent struggling to move as well.

“Not that you have a chance of harming me, but I’d rather not cause a commotion. Well then, I think it’s time for your next transformation! And this time, how about I make you aware of it?”

Ash moaned as a sudden warmth exploded through his body, the boy cringing as Gastly’s power once more dominated his body. He was utterly helpless, the boy barely even aware that his cheekbones and jawline were softening considerably as he stood frozen in place. Though in his current pose, he was given a perfect view of his hands as they grew softer.

“Now then, Alola is full of beautiful beaches, so how about a form better suited for those?”

“C-Cut it out!” The words lost whatever power they had as Ash listened to his voice. It was higher now, and certainly more suited for the girl he was becoming. The rest of his body followed suit, Ash’s hair growing out before suddenly being pulled into a ponytail. Even as his locks lengthened, his nose and waist both pinched in, leaving Ash to grunt in discomfort.

It wasn’t long before Ash was compensated for his losses: before he knew it, his hips were growing wider, though perhaps most shocking of all to the boy was his acquisition of breasts. For despite his verbal protests, two mounds began to push out of his chest, the boy whimpering a bit as they strained against his shirt.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby, I’ll get to that.”

Ash gasped as his clothing now began to shift, his shirt pulling up to expose his, or rather, her midriff. The bottom tied itself together once enough skin was shown, the fabric shifting so that it was perfect for swimming. Her shirt’s very design wasn’t spared from the changes; gone were the multitude of stripes, replaced instead with a single broken one that, to Ash’s dismay, sat level with her breasts. At the very least, her shirt did a better job at containing them.

Though compared to Ash’s pants, her shirt got off easy. For before the girl knew it, Ashley’s lower half was clad in nothing more than a pair of bikini bottom, her soft, smooth legs now freely exposed. Ash wasn’t even allowed time to comment on her new attire as a strong, tugging sensation down at her groin caused a loud moan to leave her lips. There was no doubt about it: she’d just lost something else precious to her.

“There we go, a perfect surfer girl! And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about Pikachu either!”

“Pika!” Ash’s longtime companion could do little but cry out as he too was affected by Gastly’s power, his tail once more shifting into the heart-shaped one he, or rather, she had possessed for much of the past week.

“Pikachu!” Ignoring how ridiculous she sounded, Ash attempted to put on the most menacing face she was capable of. “Gastly, change us back right now!”

Gastly simply smiled, its eyes beginning to glimmer once more as what little resolve Ash possessed faded away. Try as she did, she couldn’t look away, couldn’t escape from her tormentor’s gaze as she lost herself to his hypnotic eyes.

And just like that, darkness took her.

“Yeah, go Pikachu!”

“Pika!” Pikachu raised two fingers in a sign of victory even as she surfed a mighty wave, the Pokémon brimming with confidence as she effortlessly conquered her latest challenge. Already she’d gathered quite an audience, tourists and locals both having flocked to the beach upon hearing about a surfing Pikachu.

Ashley grinned as she watched her Pokémon go, the girl planting her surfboard in the sand as she studied Pikachu’s form. Like trainer like Pokémon, she thought with great pride. She’d taught Pikachu well, so much so that the rodent had taken to upstaging her when it came to surfing of late.

Not that Ashley minded, the drenched girl resting her hands behind her head as she shut her eyes. Surfing was her hobby, after all, and given the thrill she’d experienced a few moments prior while riding some waves, that wasn’t changing anytime soon.

“Honestly, Ash, would it hurt to embrace your feminine side just a little?”

Ashley rolled her eyes as she turned to face the busty, bikini-clad beauty before her. As far as the ponytailed girl was concerned, beaches were for swimming and surfing. They were not, as her childhood friend claimed, for tanning and flirting with boys. Though when had that ever stopped Grace before?

“Would it kill you to have some fun?” Ashley shot back.

It was Grace’s turn to grin as she set a hand on her hips, her large bust jiggling as she came to a halt. “I’m having plenty of fun. In fact, I just got a cute boy to go all the way over to the snack bar for me.”

As expected of Grace, Ashley thought. She certainly knew how to use her assets to turn heads, and time had shown that boys were quite enamored with her modelesque figure. “I’ll never understand why you’re so obsessed with boys.”

“And I’ll never understand why you aren’t! I’m sure you could find a cute boyfriend if you wanted, but no, you’re always off surfing whenever we come here.”

“Yeah? What I can’t understand is a girl who comes to the beach and avoids getting wet.”

Grace shivered a little. “You know I hate salt water.”

Ashley was about to open her mouth when a devious idea popped into her head. Without allowing Grace a moment to react, she rushed forward and pressed up against her friend, her smaller, breasts bouncing against Grace’s larger melons.

“H-Hey!” Grace flushed a little as she pulled back, her front now wet from the contact. “You jerk! Now I’m all wet!”

Ashley simply stuck her tongue out at the fuming girl. “What do you expect when you go to the beach?” She teased.

“Ugh. Such an annoying tomboy!” With that, the frustrated, long-haired beauty retreated to her towel, Ashley giggling a bit to herself as she turned away. She’d have to apologize later, but right now she wanted nothing more than to catch some more waves with Pikachu.

As Ashley returned to the water’s edge, Gastly smiled as he reflected on his wonderful vacation. Maybe his stay in Alola would soon be at an end, but he’d already made so many wonderful memories with Ash and his friends.

And in the future, he’d certainly find the time to make many, many more

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Some Summer themed story by the always amazing Laxex  

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