Wittle Baby Misty (Private)
 

(Private between me and AB Avery. All characters are 18+)

Misty was just running along the coastlines not far from Cerulean City where she was after a Wingull that was flying above the ground. Sure there were plenty of other Wingulls that were closer to the ground but the one she was chasing was a Shiny Wingull and it's not everyone day you come across a Shiny anything.

"Come back here!" Misty cried, trying to pursue the Seagull Pokemon.

It started out as a walk through the beach for the Gym Leader but seeing a Shiny Wingull made her want it except for one problem, she left all of her Pokemon at the gym because she expected the morning walk to be short so she hoped she could convince the Shiny Wingull to come with her willingly. After all if she went back for her Pokemon the Wingull would most definitely fly away.

Elsewhere on the beach a psychic trainer named Amara was laying down in her bikini, a set of diapers nearby for whatever poor trainer thought her shiny wingull was a wild pokemon and tried to catch it. Little did she know what prize would end up on the end of her hook

Misty was starting to get a bit tired and running through the sand wasn't helping her a bit as it slowed her speed a little. However the red head was determined the catch the Wingull....somehow.

"Come back here," Misty pleaded, "Don't you want to be my friend?"

The wingull slowed and turned around. It gave out an inquisitive cry as it stared at Misty, feigning not understanding the word friend"

"So, will you come along with me?" Misty asked, feeling a little hopeful.

The wingull screeched and flew closer to where Amara was lying in wait for Misty. Amara watched intently, wondering which of the jewels of the sea she was dealing with, given thats how her Wingull described it to her

Misty continued to follow, still having her eyes on the Wingull.

The wingull stopped again and telepathically asked Amara "Now, mistress?"
Amara replied "Yes now my little birdies"
Wingull then used water gun on Misty's shorts and Amara stepped out from behind some rocks, pretending not to notice Misty

"Aw man!" Misty cried, trying to hide the wet spot on her shorts, "Now what did you do that for?!"

Amara's head joleted at the outburt "Well looky here..... our gym leader wetting her panties like a 3 year old..... hmm, I think she needs diapers" she said, floating the large pack over to them