Ash was still debating actions when Kasumi delicately put her foot down.
The human looking PokeWoman grabbed Ash, carried him off to her room, suplexed him on the bed, then began ripping his clothes off like a five year old unwrapping presents on Christmas morning.
Ash yelped several times, both during the initial grab and through the disrobing.
The motherly, kind, gentle, PokeWoman was busy proving that she was a typical Japanese Housewife. Demure, polite, to some degree submissive or even timid, in public. When the door closed, the volcano erupted.
Ash found himself dealing with a furless, tail-less, 5'10", D cup, white hot ball of feminine lust that had finally found an outlet. At several points he wasn't sure if she was trying to do greivous bodily harm.
It was almost fifteen minutes into it where he was finally able to use the Multiple Orgasm Shiatsu Technique, keeping the constant rubbing contact between her G-spot and the corresponding area of skin outside. Kasumi shrieked, began orgasming, and Ash finally let her slip into exhaustion around the thirtieth such body-wide contraction. Satisfied that he'd shown her who was the Tamer, Ash let out a deep breath and stretched his fingers to loosen the cramps.
Wincing at the bruises (Kasumi had an unexpected degree of strength), Ash looked at the pile of shredded clothing and was wondering what to do.
Ash was still wondering when the door opened and cheering broke out.
Ash slowly turned and noticed the girl they'd called Nabiki was snapping pictures. Behind her was a huge crowd of PokeWomen.
Ash...
Wed Aug 2 17:04:39 2000