Max and Misty

Credit goes to Tootrony for helping with writing this. On a side note, this takes place at the beginning of the Orange Island saga, in a sort of AU where Tracey doesn't join them.

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Max trotted through the forest, on the hunt for any playmate. He stopped when he caught the scent of a human. He detected two things on the scent: it was human and it was female. He smacked his lips with his tongue and bounded after the scent.

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Misty fished at the lakeside, she scowled as she could not believe Ash bailed on her to go exploring.

"I can't believe Ash, wandering off at alone again. I swear, when I get my hands on him, I'll-." Misty froze when she heard a twig snap.

She looked around, and saw a bush moving. She stood as it kept shaking and shaking, only for a rattata to hop out.

Misty sighed in relief, turning back to fishing. Right before something pounced on her from behind.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Misty screamed as she crashed into the lake.

Max barked and had his back in the air and his tail wagging excitedly. He found a new playmate!

Misty resurfaced from the water, gasping and spitting out water. She found herself face to face with a very happy Old English Sheepdog, whose slobber dripping tongue hung from the side.

Misty's nose crinkled as Max's tongue slurped her face, forcibly pushing her left eye shut as he rolled the skin of her cheek up.

"Ew!" Misty squealed in disgust. She scrambled a bit before pulling herself on to the edge and tried to get a run for it. She didn't get far though as Max tackled her, the two rolling for a bit until they skidded to a stop. When Misty sat up, trying to shake herself out of the daze she was in, the big hairy dog began sniffing Misty's bare legs, salivating at the delicious smell before dragging his tongue along her right leg.

Misty couldn't help but giggle a bit at the slight ticklish sensation before pulling it away from the sheepdog.

"What're you doing all the way out here boy?" Misty asked while scratching the huge sheepdog behind the ear. She then tried to see if the dog had a collar. Max took this opportunity to slurp her ear. Misty cringed and backed away, only for the hairy dog to follow her face and gave the center of it a long slurping lick. When his tongue flicked off her forehead, Misty's drenched head was tilted back.

Max then placed both paws on Misty's leg and began licking it. Misty squirmed as he couldn't contain herself as Max assaulted her ticklish spot.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEY, S-S-STOOOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The leg Max dragged his tongue over soon lost its flavor due to the excessive licking, so he moved on to the other one. Misty's face twisted from the feeling of his tongue, biting her lip as she fought the urge to laugh further as she continued to search for the dog's collar while he was distracted with her lick.

It took a little while of enduring the sensation of the licking, but the orange haired tomboy eventually found a red collar underneath the fur on the sheepdog's neck. There wasn't a tag on there, unfortunately, but she did make out something printed on the collar.

M... and an 'x'... Misty thought to herself as she read, still biting her lip.

Eventually, having had enough of the sheepdog's licking, she used the very same physical strength that allowed her to wield her signature wooden mallet to get the large sheepdog off of her leg.

"So..." Misty said, gasping a bit for air; "I take it your name's Max?"

Max barked as a way to confirm it, crouching down in front of her as Misty got to her feet. She gave a bewildered, but all the same amused grin as she stood there with a hand on her left hip.

"Well, given how big and slobbery you are, I'd say it's a fitting name!" Misty joked.

Max simply gave another bark as he simply reared up, putting his paws on the girl's shoulders to maintain his balance. Luckily for Misty, her strength (plus being better prepared) allowed her to keep herself planted as Max stood there, looking at her in face before he planted a big ole lick on her right cheek and rolled the skin of it upward.

"Ack!" Misty endured the lick, letting him force her eye shut until the tongue flicked off. "Okay, I get it, you're a sweetheart! A big... goofy... kissy... fluffball of a sweetheart..."

Misty endured some more cheek lifting licks while standing there, with Max rolling the skin of each cheek up into her eyes.

She had to admit... Much as things got off to a shaky start, she couldn't deny Max was cute. Plus, given his collar clearly had no address or anything else (besides his name) hinting to a previous owner, he'd likely need someone to keep him, especially since he could possibly get hurt running into a wild pokemon.

Well, if no one else will take him in, she decided it'd have be her and Ash.

Suddenly, the thought of the aformentioned black haired boy caused a lightbulb to flash in her head.

"Say Max... How would you like to meet someone?" Misty asked, a grin full of mischievous intent forming on her face.

Max simply looked at her with a more curious expression.