I slammed my left arm against the night table in an attempt to silence the loud, incisive beeping of my alarm clock. I missed and tried again, this time hitting my mark, sending the room into silence again. I groaned and sat up in my bed, the covers sliding down to my waist. As I turned and swung my legs over the edge of my bed, I realized that I had no reason to set the alarm in the first place. I groaned in protest, but once I'm up, I'm up. I scratched my side and pulled up my boxers as I stood. Yawning, I made my way to the bathroom. I ignored the mirror and opened the glass door to my walk in shower, turning the water on as hot as I could stand.
Somewhat refreshed from my quick shower, I walked back out into my darkened bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. I tossed it onto my bed and went over to my closet to pick out some clothes for the day. I found what I needed, a pair of blue jeans, a gray shirt with no pockets, a pair of replacement boxer shorts, and a thin pair of short socks. After I threw them on and hung my towel up, I looked myself over in the full body sized mirror that was glued to the door leading to my living room hallway.
I was your average American male; slight muscle build, five feet seven inches tall, and ever so slightly tan skin. My brown hair was getting to the point where it spiked on its own, but it was still fairly short, only hitting my eyebrows when wet. The shirt I picked was a bit baggy, and my jeans were a good fit. I slipped my lace less tennis shoes on and opened my door. I erratically made my way down the hall, steeping out into the living room. Looking around, I sighed. It was lonely without my parents around. I moved out when I was about fourteen, and two years later, I'm in my own house…in Johto…alone. I turned sixteen two months ago and have made a bit of a rep in this town, the town of Cloverfield. I was the only kid without a Pokémon. I don't know why I haven't caught one yet, but that fact is I haven't.
I made my way to the kitchen, which basically was right next to the living room, separated only by a counter and the line from violet carpet to linoleum. I picked a simple apple from the basket on the counter and bit into it. I glanced at my fifty-two inch plasma flat screen, then at the clock. A quarter after eight. The clock also told the date, reading July 12th, 2032. I sighed for no apparent reason, a habit I get into in the morning. I returned to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I was right; I was almost out of food for the week; all I had was an easy-cook dinner for two of French style Oran blend with fish. Today was Saturday, which meant today was my weekly grocery run. I glanced out the window above my sink to see it was pouring down rain. "…Fuck that." I was not walking half a mile in the rain.
Yeah, people know I live in this house by two ways. One is that this is the house right on the town borderline and two is my mailbox out front that proudly displays my name in bronze letters; Zephyr Winston. And a lot of people can't pronounce my name, but it's simple; all it is is Zef-fer, just spelled differently. Some people comment on my name, but the only answer I can give them is my parents named me that by my 'electric personality', as they called it. I've grown shy from my bold childhood. I stay in during storms, I turn down girls who ask me out, and I don't fight much. I don't really have to fight back, though, because everyone knows not to mess with me. Ever since I knocked the lights out of the guy that tried to mug me in public, I've been known as the town bad ass, but they don't know shit. I'm shy and stick to myself.
I threw myself onto the couch and flipped on the television. Nothing was on but weather reports and old reruns of old black and white show. I got to a documentary about the old Pokémon Master Ash Ketchum. He was living in solitude with his Pokémon out in a custom built pad somewhere out in Kanto's Victory Road. I flipped onto another channel, a cooking channel, and just turned the television off. I stood and went back into the hallway, this time taking the right door of the three. The door just straight down at the end was my bedroom, the door to the left led to my laundry room, and the room to the right, which I just entered, lead to my workout room.
I took off my shirt and tossed it on one of my benches and headed over to the punching back. Something about slugging a sack of foam and sand tied to the ceiling and floor seemed to make the time fly. I continued to practice the combos and moves that I may someday need. Swinging at their knees to knock them to the ground, open palm thrusts to the chest to gain some distance, knees and kicks to the abdomen, and even throwing in an elbow here and there. I slugged and kicked at the bag, watching certain areas of the red covering become moist with sweat. I put on a fresh pair of jeans only to have them dirty before I even left the house. My attacks became more and more severe as time progressed, soon leaving impressions that took moments to dissipate. I continued to attack the bag, sweat running down my forehead, when I heard the doorbell ring. I gave the door a look, and punched the bag one last time, then walked over to the door, grabbing one of my extra towels and wiping my face. The doorbell rang again and I rolled the towel around my neck.
I opened the door, seeing a delivery boy standing with a small package about the size of a portable box radio. He was soaked by the rain and the box was doing no better. Even though he was obviously upset about the rain, he did his best to wear a smile. "Hello Sir, can you sign for this?" He handed me a clipboard, which I respectively signed with the small pen he gave me. He handed me the small box. "Thank you, have a nice day."
"Yeah, you too," I replied before shutting the door as he turned to leave. I picked at the peeling tape on the box when I glanced at the clock again. Nearly noon it read. I shrugged and went back to my box. I finally got the wet tape off the box and opened it. Inside was a bundle of papers all crumpled around something. I picked through it and grabbed something solid. Pulling it out, I stared at the item. It was a Pokéball; just a simple red and white sphere. I reached in again and pulled out a picture of my folks and their Pokémon, my dad kneeling with his Herdier and my mom with her Emolga on her shoulder. A note was also attatched to the back of the picture frame. It read: 'Zephyr…not a day goes by that we don't think about you. We all miss you very much. We hope one day we can see each other again; Love Mom and Dad...P.s. the Pokéball is an extra we thought you might need.'
I half smiled and put the picture and the Pokéball on the dresser behind the sofa and walked back to my training room. I returned to my previous position in front of my sandbag and threw another punch. I let my mind wonder as I continued to fight my non-existent enemy.
My ringing Pokégear brought me back to reality. I stopped attacking my dented and bent equipment and wiped myself off again. I was going to need another shower. My Pokégear was hanging on the towel rack from yesterday, and I went over and retrieved it. I looked at the name and clicked it on. "Hey George, what's up?"
"Oh…nothing much," she said playfully. "How 'bout you Zephyr?"
"Same ol', same ol', just training."
"For how long?"
"About ten o' clock."
"Geez, really? It's almost five! Damn dude...you need to take a break every once in a while." George had been my best friend ever since I moved here. We instantly connected and became friend almost overnight, since she insisted that I stay at her place while I looked for a house of my own. "Anyway, I was just calling to let you know I have your wallet here again. You left it here on Thursday and I just realized it was still on the kitchen table."
I facepalmed. "Crap. Thanks George, I'll be right over to get it."
"I'll be waiting!" She hung up with that.
I walked out and went back to my room for another shower. After I was clean, I just throw on my jeans again, along with my same shirt and shoes, and grabbed my thick, waterproof, purple jacket. Slipping my arms though the sleeves, I opened the front door and walked into the rain, which had gone down to a slight drizzle, and shut the door behind me. I started walking down the gravel road that led to town.
Cloverfield was unusually quiet today. No one was out; the windows were dark, and the streets free of any cars. As I walked down my normal path, down the length of Revlon Avenue, I couldn't help but look down the alleyways that split the buildings apart. All I ever saw was garbage, and today was no different. I shrugged and took a right onto Ontario Street. George lived in the fifth house down on this turn, the large green painted brick house. Her windows were lit and I could see her wave from the window. I wave back as I got to her porch. She opened the door and caught me in a bear hug. She giggled and I smirked. "Nice death hug George," I managed to squeak. "But you need more pressure in the lower back."
George looked up at me. "Oh, like this?" She tightened her grip to the point my back popped about nine times before she let my go. I stepped back and looked her over. George's blonde hair that hung down to the middle of her back was done in a thick ponytail. Her green eyes traced mine as we looked at each other. Today George was wearing a light green T-shirt that stopped just shy of the bottom of her ribs. I could see the outline of her B cup bra through the tight shirt. Going a bit lower, I saw she was wearing red short shorts with a white outline. The waistband of her white panties was caught up a bit on her left hip. She went barefoot today and scratched the back of her right leg with her left. "So, you want your wallet back, or would you rather stare at me some more?"
I blushed and turned away. "Oh…I, um…yeah, I-I'd like my wallet."
George looked back into the house, and with a soft groan, I saw her Banette float over with my wallet in her hand. George's Banette, Trinket, saw that it was me and smiled, the zipper of her mouth vibrating slightly. Trinket gave George the piece of leather, who then handed it to me. "Here ya go. You need to keep better care of this, dude. It had over three-thousand Poké in it."
I facepalmed again, which made George giggle again. "That's almost an entire day's worth of work!" I took the wallet from her hands and slid it into my front right pocket. "Thanks George, I owe ya one."
"I'll add that to your list then." She smiled and shut the door.
She was right; I owed her a lot more than just one. It was probably more along the lines of twenty. I shrugged and started walking home. The rain had stopped and a cold wind had picked up, making me shiver. I turned back onto Revlon Avenue and started back up the street. Nothing to report, just another dreary day in Cloverfield. I was about to pass the last alleyway and start on the gravel road that headed to my house when a trashcan toppled over, spilling its contents in front of me. I glanced at the trash, then back into the alleyway. I heard what sounded like a metal can drop and I advanced. Normally I would ignore it and keep going, but something felt…different this time. I got to another trashcan and looked around the edge of the building that led to another alley. Nothing. I was about to turn when I saw movement near the trashcan I was leaning on, underneath a green bag. I swallowed my fear and grabbed the bag, tossing it back. I stepped back at what I saw.
It was a Pokémon. Not just any Pokémon, but a Kirlia, a rugged, hungry looking Kirlia. It looked up at me with fear filled eyes and whimpered.
I stared at the Pokémon, soaking in its features. 'What's this doing here,' I thought to myself. '...Soft eyes...hip and waistline...slight chest...I guess it's a girl.' I cleared my throat. "What...what are you doing out here girl?"
She didn't answer; she just kept staring at me with her crimson eyes. A gust of wind blew through the alley, a very cold one.
I saw her shiver. I hesitated a moment before reaching down to her. The Kirlia immediately started to scoot back. "No, no, no, no...It's okay...I won't hurt you." I reached further down to her, sorta scared that she might attack me. I got my right hand within a few inches of the left side of her face and paused. After a second, I continued and wrapped my hand around the back of her head. I slid my other arm underneath the bends of her knees and picked her up. I moved my right arm down to he shoulder blades for a better grip and looked at her. She was a few inches shy of three feet tall and felt like she weighed around forty pounds. Her dress was wrinkled, dirty, and wet. So was her hair. The two horns on her head were dingy and she looked, all in all, terrible. The Kirlia struggled a bit when I picked her up, but quickly stopped when the warmth of my jacket got to her. '...Now what? Where do I take her?' My town didn't have a Pokémon center and I couldn't take her to George; Trinket would kill her! '...I guess...I should take her home...' When I turned around, I felt her snuggle more firmly into my plush jacket.
As I walked up the gravel road the wind picked up a bit, making me try to speed up. The Kirlia in my arms had her eyes shut tight and was grabbing onto my jacket. A few minutes past and I hit my house. I opened my unlocked door and stepped inside, warmth instantly hitting us both. I rubbed the Kirlia's back to get her to open her eyes. She did so and looked around, seeing my humble abode. I kneeled down and set the Kirlia on the light purple carpet. She let her legs crumple under her weight and sat down. She looked up at me, and I smiled a bit. I went into the kitchen grabbing a Sitrus berry from the fruit basket and a rag. I ran some warm water through the cloth and loosely rung it out. I returned to the Kirlia's side and offered her the berry. She stared at it. "Go on, it's okay." She slowly lifter her arm and reached for it. I let my grip loosen and she took the berry from my hand. I smiled as I watched her.
She brought it close to her face and nibbled on the top a bit before biting into it. She took her time chewing, savoring it like she hadn't eaten in weeks, which was probably the case. She took another bite and closed her eyes in bliss. I smirked at her innocence and looked back at the wet rag in my hand. When I looked back at the Kirlia, she had finished her berry. I reached over and caught the underside of her chin with my left hand, turning her head. I reached out with the rag and gently dabbed a spot of dirt on her left cheek, wiping it away. "Oh, you poor thing. How could this happen to something as special as you?" I went up to the bottom of her right eye. Once her face was clean, I moved down to her collar. The stain wouldn't come out and I sighed. "Um...I can't get this stain out." I looked her in the eye. "...If you want...I could throw your dress into the wash."
She cocked her head to the left a bit and, I assume she didn't have much less to lose so, she nodded. I helped her stand up and walked off into another room. I came back with a baby blue towel in my hand. I kneeled down to her again and held up the towel. If she kept it under her arms, it would drag a bit on the floor. I held it out to her, open, and waited. I looked away when she put a hand up to her shoulder and began to slide her dress off. I heard fabric hit the floor and she took the towel from my hands. After a moment, she tapped me and I looked back at her. Her hair and horns were still a mess, but she was covered by the towel and looked somewhat better. I noticed that her feet were white and I picked up her dress. The green under part was there, so I assumed that her whole body must be white. I stood and went back down the hall, turning left into my laundry room. As I tossed her dress into the open machine, I added a bit of soap and set it to start.
When I returned to the living room, I saw the Kirlia sitting n the edge of my couch. I decided to accompany her, so I did. When I sat, she looked my way. I rubbed the back of my head. "So...My name's Zephyr...do you have something I can call you by?" I asked. She stared at me for a moment, then shook her head. "Hm...well, I gotta call you something." I put a hand to my chin as I looked up as the ceiling. "Hm...how about...Violet?" I looked back to her. A simple nod showed she had accepted it. "Okay Violet, are you still hungry?" She nodded again. I stood and headed toward the kitchen again. Violet slid down and hurried after me, trying to keep her towel up. Once I hit linoleum, I opened the fridge from a distance, then walked in front of it. I pulled out the warm up dinner for two and put it on the counter next to the sink. I then turned and caught Violet by the waist, picking her up. I set her down on a chair next to the table. "Now you wait there and I'll have dinner ready soon."
I tossed the dinner into the microwave, my elbow hitting the coffee maker right beside it, and set it for three minutes. After that, I grabbed two plates and two spoons from their respective drawers and set them on the table. I grabbed a few napkins and set them in front of us. Violet just seemed to stare at her reflection in the white plate. She touched her hair with a clean hand. "...Looks like you might need a bath after dinner, huh Violet?" She looked up at me. "Yeah, gotta get your hair clean somehow." For the first time, I saw her smile. Something in my heart tweaked itself, knowing that my kindness was getting through to her. We sat there in silence for the time remaining when the microwave beeped. I stood and took our plates over. I took the warm package in my hands and peeled it open. I took my own spoon and placed some rice, Oran blend, and a few chunks of fish on her plate, replicating the amount on mine. There was still another serving in the container, so I left it be. I sat back in my seat and handed Violet her plate. When she reached for it, her towel come undone and dropped to her waist. I looked away and she quickly recovered, taking the plate from my outstretched hand.
She put her plate in front of her and stared at the small mound of rice, blue goop, and fish. I, on the other hand, had my spoon in hand and scooped up a bite. I swallowed and smiled. "It's okay Violet, you can eat." I returned to my food and heard the clink of metal on glass. I smirked with a mouthful of food when I heard her hum in delight when she started to eat. As we ate, I heard the wind push against the house and the pitter-patter of rain again. I looked back up from my half eaten food to see Violet smiling with her eyes closed, rubbing her stomach. I smiled at her. "If you want, there's more." She shook her head. I guess she had her fill. I laughed a bit. "Well, it's good to see that you're still eating!" I laughed a bit more, Violet joining me. "Yeah...well, would you like me to run you a bath? To...you know, wash your hair?" She nodded.
"Alright then." I stood and picked up my plate. I walked up to the microwave and took the half filled container of food and put them both in the refrigerator. I then walked back over to Violet and picked her up, being careful of her towel. "Let's get you cleaned up." As I held her in my arms, I couldn't help but notice she nuzzled further into my grasp. I walked down the hallway and into my room. I grabbed a clean shirt from my drawer and entered the bathroom. I set her on the sink's edge and let her look around. From her perspective, my walk in shower was to the left and a bathtub, large by the way with it being two feet deep, and four feet by nine feet, was to the right. Near the door was a hamper, now empty, and the lights above us were a sterile white. The linoleum was tan and the bathtub was just ever so tanner. The walls were that same tan, but the ceiling bounced on the lines of tan and yellow.
I was over at the bathtub's edge, which was about two feet tall, turning the faucets and letting the warm water flow into the tub's interior. I got into the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a bottle of foaming bath relaxer. Why I had a child's bath-time pastime? I...don't know really...but I had it. I returned to the bathtub's side and poured a bit of the pinkish solution into the stream of water. The foam appeared almost instantly. It took a few minutes for the bath to reach a good depth, and I turned off the water. I tested it, seeing it was just a bit over comfortably warm. I turned and smiled at Violet. "Okay, that bath's ready! Do you need...um, some time to get in?"
She nodded at me, so I stood, took her to the edge of the tub, and walked over to the shower door, my back to her. I waited a bit, then I heard the water disrupt. A bit of swirling later, I turned and saw Violet in the water with an arm over her chest. I smiled and came over to her after grabbing a small bucket, or large cup, and some shampoo from under the sink. She smiled at me and I kneeled down dipping the cup in the water. She closed her eyes as I dumped the cup of warm water over her head, repeating it a few more time to get her hair truly wet. I then squirted some of the orange shampoo onto her head and too dots on her horns, then capped the bottle and set it aside.
I put my hands on her head again and started to lather the soap. She giggled at this and I stopped. "Careful, this'll sting if it gets in your eyes." She gave me a slight nod and shut her eyes. I smiled as I continued to wash her hair. I got to the base of her right horn, or gem as some professors call it, and started on that, when I had a grip on it entirely, Violet cried out. My hands shot off her and I looked at her face. She looked at me with a slight smile and motioned for me to continue. I slowly brought my hands back to her horn and resumed washing, this time getting a soft moan. I guess the gems might be really sensitive. I moved to her left gem, getting an even loader moan from her. I turned her around to get lower on her hair and continued. As I did this, I noticed her arm drop into the water and I got to the back of her neck. I got the rest of her hair clean and started emptying cup after cup of water onto her head, clearing it of the foam and dirt. I put the cup down and looked back at Violet. I gasped and caught her, for she was starting to topple. "...Tired are we?" She didn't answer, but she moaned a bit. "...Cute...Don't worry, I gotcha." I reached in and pulled the plug, letting the water drain. I slid my other arm into the water and picked Violet up again, keeping my eyes on the wall. I set her on the sink again and placed a towel around her shoulders. She shuffled a bit to get dry, and I got a second towel and started on her hair again.
Soon she was dry and she slid to the floor, one arm across her chest, the other one reaching down to cover her crotch. I grabbed the clean shirt with a blush and held it open for her. I dunked her head in and pulled it over her gems. Violet pushed her arms through the sleeve of the T-shirt and looked at me. I smiled. The shirt was black, like solid black, and hung down to her knees. The collar was wide, and if she wasn't careful, it would slip past her shoulder. I bet for someone who's been out there for as long as she seemed to be, I felt great to be clean again. I smiled again and took her back into my arms. She giggled at me. I was glad to see she had warmed up to me. Although her livelihood died quickly, falling asleep in my arms. I crept back into my room and turned the light off behind me. I walked over to my bed and opened the messy covers and laid Violet down to sleep, pulling the blanket back up to her collar. She lay there with a smile on her face as I tip-toed out of the room.
I left the door open so I could check on her, but a rushed into the weight room and grabbed my Pokégear. I quickly strapped it on and pulled up my phone app, bringing up George's number. I pressed dial and waited in the hallway. "... ...Hello? Zephyr? Is that you?"
"Yeah George, it's me. Listen, I have a bit of a problem."
"What is it? And make it quick, I was about to get Trinket her dinner."
"Go ahead and finish, I'd be better if we talked in person."
"Oh...did something happen with your-"
"No!" I shrunk and looked around to see if I woke Violet. I didn't seem to and I made my way to the living room. "No, nothing like that, but I need some guidance. This is a life changing predicament here!"
I heard her sigh and her Banette unzip her mouth and start babbling. "Okay Trinket, just calm down. Zephyr, I'll be right over. Make sure you have coffee, because if it's as bad as you say, I'm gonna be there a while."
"'Kay."
She hung up and I let my arm drop. I banged my head on the wall, trying to think of what I would say. Regardless, I went back into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee grounds from the top cabinet and poured some into a filter. Setting the machine, I let it sit and pulled up a chair, waiting for George. I dawdled with my fingers for a few minutes when I heard the coffee start to gurgle. I let it run a bit more before shutting it off and bringing the pot over to the table. I grabbed to mugs from the dish drainer as I walked by. Sitting back down, I poured myself a cup. I like my coffee black, straight from the pot. George is the same way. I was about to take a sip when the doorbell rung. I put my cup down and went to answer to the door. I opened it and let George in. She was always a fast walker, having to either slow down for me or make me jog to catch up.
She stepped in and let her bare feet sink into the carpet. She turned and looked me in the eye, one arm under her breasts to make them seem bigger than they really were, and the other under her chin. "So…what's wrong?"
I motioned toward the kitchen. "Take a seat."
She started toward the kitchen and, in three strides, made it to the table. I sighed and took my six steps and took my seat, grabbing my cup of Joe again and taking a sip. George poured herself a cup. "So…what happened?" She took a good size gulp of the steaming black liquid.
I put my cup back on my placemat. "…I…After I came over and got my wallet from you…I was on my way back home-"
"Like normal," she interrupted. She took another sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, like normal, but this time wasn't normal." I stared at the middle of the table. "I…I found something…A Pokémon." I looked up to see George had put her cup down. "…A Kirlia. She looked co-"
"Wait, she?"
"Yeah, her features told me, and after giving her a bath, I'm…certain." I saw George blush. "Yeah, she was in one of the alleys, cold, dirty, hungry…alone. I couldn't just leave her."
"So why didn't you come back to me?"
I picked up my cup and swirled my coffee in it. "Because Trinket would've tried to get rid of her." I think I silenced her that time. "Yeah, so I took Violet home-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up," George said, waving her hands. "You named her?"
"I-I-I had to! I couldn't just-"
"Stop…just stop right there Zephyr." She put her right hand up and squeezed the bridge of her nose. She pointed at me with closed eyes. "You named the stray…you fed her, bathed her…you know what that means?"
I shook my head. "No…"
She put her hands down and stared at me. "You got yourself a rescue Pokémon!" She stood and crossed the table, embracing me in another death hug. "You're a trainer!"
"But…I haven't…caught her yet!"
She put me down in my seat, where I gasped for air. "Is this all you needed?" I nodded and she laughed. "Well, catch her! If you like her and she likes you…make the bond!" She finished her coffee and headed towards the door. "That's what I have to say. See ya Zephyr!" She zipped out the door, leaving me speechless. I left my coffee and went over to the couch, grabbing the Pokéball from the dresser. I plopped down on the couch and stared at the red and white sphere. I felt my eyes grow heavy from all the stress today and I basically passed out.
I woke up sometime later. I looked around, glancing at the clock. Almost ten. I felt the Pokéball still in my hand and a feeling in my side. I looked down to See Violet sleeping soundly pressed up against me. She was still wearing my black shirt. I smiled and put my arm around her, which seemed to wake her up. She yawned and looked up at me with wide eyes and a smile. I smiled back at her, but it faded. "…Violet…After I put you to bed last night…I talked to my friend and…Well…it got me thinking." I rose my hand up, showing her the Pokéball. "…Violet, would you like to stay here…with me, as my Pokémon?" She smiled wider and quickly nodded. I smiled back. "Awesome!" I held out the Pokéball for her, and she bumped it with her forehead, enveloping her in a red light. The ball shook in my hand a few times before it clicked shut with a burst of glitter. I smiled and let Violet out. She landed on the couch and rushed over, grabbing me in a hug. I returned it, knowing this was the start of a brand new adventure of happiness.
That was then, and this is now…
It's been nearly two years since Violet became my Pokémon, and my birthday was today, marking the calendar that in two months, we would celebrate the day Violet joined the family. She had evolved into a beautiful Gardevoir the next year, five foot four and a hundred and ten pounds, still slim. But now…we were nearly inseparable. She stayed by my side wherever we went, the market, the park, everywhere. Somehow she had been able to befriend Trinket too, bringing peace across George's family as well. Violet had gotten into the habit of wearing different items than her default dress, which was hanging in my closet. Right now we were at home, enjoying my birthday party settle. I was now eighteen.
George had used her skills to pick the lock to my door and set everything up; balloons, confetti, punch, everything! She even got my parents to show up from their home in Sinnoh! They had brought their Pokémon with them, my dad's Stoutland, Scottie, and my mom's Emolga, Claire. They were gathered around the couch, talking, or communicating, with Trinket and Violet, and I could tell they were having a ball. I could catch in to some of the conversation though. I think Scottie gave Violet a comment on the pink robe with yellow flowers she was wearing by the way she playfully brushed his nose.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, George was at my shoulders; her breasts balancing on the top of my head, and my parent were at the table as well, talking to each other and saying how proud they were to have me grow into such a responsible adult. My mom was the first one to really start something. "So Violet was a rescue?"
I nodded.
"You see Jonathon; I told you our boy would someday get a Pokémon."
My father rubbed his five 'o clock shadow. "Yes, you did Darling. I must say Zephyr; I honestly thought you would never get a Pokémon of your own."
"Yeah, well…" I rubbed the back of my head, George backing away a bit, and looked over at Violet. She was laughing with the other three Pokémon. "In all honesty…I never wanted a Pokémon…But after Violet showed up…" I wiped a tear from my left cheek, "It's been the best thing to happen in my life so far."
My father cleared his throat. "That's good to hear. George, if you would?"
"Sure thing Mr. Winston!" She clicked off the lights, which silence the Pokémon, and set something in front of my. With it being past seven, the sun had set and with the lights off, it was pitch black. A match was struck and George lit the candle on top of the cake she just plopped in front of me. "Happy Birthday Zephyr," they all said together.
I smiled and blew them out, the lights clicking back on. Violet came over and gave me a soft hug, sliding her head past mine. "Vior, gar gardi."
I smiled and hugged her back, having to reposition my arms around her back due to her gem. The gem on her chest was somewhat cushioned by her breasts, but it still jabbed at my shoulder.
Another hour past, everyone had their slice of cake, and left. After everyone was gone, I got a calorie rush and had to take of my shirt. It was nearly nine now and Violet was on the couch with me watching television in nothing more than her black bra and matching panties I bought for her after she practically begged me to in the store. So, I bought them for her, but I had to return them and get a larger bra size the next day, for she was a C cup +, not the C cup- we had gotten the first time. We had to go to a custom fitter's to get a special model so that her gem wouldn't be a problem. So, we lay there on the couch together, my right arm around her shoulders, her head on my chest, watching a new comedy show they released about a week ago. We chuckled from time to time, and Violet snuggled closer to me.
She looked up at me with her wide eyes and I smiled. Her red eyes flashed bluish purple for a moment as she spoke to me through telepathy. 'So Zephyr, did you enjoy today's reunion?'
"I did, Violet, I really did. It was great to see my parents again."
'Yeah, Scottie was a real gentleman; I think he kinda likes Trinket. Oh, you should have seen her face! It was so cute!'
"Yeah, I saw," I put my hand under her chin and pulled her face to mine, "but not as cute as you."
She swatted my hand away. 'Oh stop.'
I smiled at her blush and pulled her closer. "Oh Violet."
She sighed in happiness into my chest. 'Zephyr, I'm glad to have you as my trainer…I love you.'
"I love you too Violet, with all my heart." I readjusted myself and sat on the remote, turning off the television. "Darn." I reached down and grabbed it.
'Wait!' I looked down at Violet. 'Leave it off…I have a present for you.' She wiggled out of my grasp and started toward the hall. She looked over her shoulder. 'Give me five minutes to get it ready, 'kay? It'll be in your bedroom.'
"Alright Violet, five minutes." She smiled and walked down to my door, slipping inside without a sound. "…I wonder what she's up to…" I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. I drummed my fingers on my leg for a while then looked back into the dark kitchen. The strawberry cake, half gone, was under a glass dome to be saved for later. I dawdled a bit longer before standing up and walking to my room. I opened the door slowly to be greeted by dozens of candles on my nightstands and dresser. I stepped into the room, shadows flickering by the candlelight. "Violet?"
I heard the door close behind me and spun around. I saw Violet Standing there with one hand on the door. My eyes widened a bit as I saw what she was wearing; two large ribbons. One was carefully wrapped around her chest and the other was wrapped around her hips and inner legs. A big bow sat on the front of each of the ribbons "Violet? What's going on?"
She stepped closer and pulled me into another hug. 'Zephyr, I love you so much, so much that I can't put it into words.' She pulled off me and clapped her hands on my shoulders. 'I wanted to give you something special tonight, something you would never forget.' She leaned forward and caught me in a kiss. I didn't move; I just stood there, letting my Gardevoir kiss me. She broke away and looked at me, but when she saw the look on my face, she blushed and turned away. 'Oh, Zephyr…I'm sorry, I just thought-'
I cut her off by putting my hand on her white cheek, turning her head back to me. "Violet…" I pulled her face closer to mine. "…Don't be sorry." I pushed forward a bit and kissed her, which she immediately returned. I slipped my right hand to the back of her head while my left snaked around her lower back. She wrapped her arms behind me in a loving embrace.
She broke away from our kiss with a large blush. '…Zephyr…would you like to…' she started swinging her chest back and forth a bit, '…Would you like to open your present?' She pressed closer to me and then turned, putting her back to me at an angle so her gem didn't jab my ribcage.
I raised my hands and held them under her arms. She grabbed my hands with her own and guided them to her chest. I stood there, slowly and softly groping her, getting soft moans and I played with her. I got to the large bow on her chest and grabbed the straps, pulling them outward. The ribbon came loose and dropped, exposing her breasts. She moaned loudly as I fondled her, increasing in volume as I tugged at her nipples. Violet turned back to me and pushed me onto my bed. I scooted up a bit to get my feet on the bed as well. Violet was smiling at me as she crawled on top of me, stopping and sitting on my waist. My eyes kept juggling between her face and her large breasts. 'How do you like your present?' Violet asked, holding one arm behind her head, the other holding her up by using my bare chest as leverage. She ground her wrapped hips against mine a few times.
"…I…I love it."
'It's about to get better.' Violet slid back down and grabbed the waistband of my jeans and undid the button and zipper. I looked down at her, propping myself up on my left arm. Violet had a devious smile on her lips as she tugged off my jeans. Her smile faded, then reappeared a bit smaller with a blush when she saw the outline of my somewhat hard member through the loose material of my blue boxers. 'My, my, my...' Violet rubbed my cock, making my shiver with pleasure. 'Are we a bit excited?' I could feel myself getting harder under her touch. Violet brought her three fingered hands up to my waist and caught the waistband of my boxers, sliding them off with one swift motion and sending them to the floor. She eyed my member for a bit, examining it. I was about eight inches long, and maybe a bit under an inch and a half in thickness, but it don't think it mattered to her. Violet wrapped her left hand around it and, now fully erect, gave me a pump, making me moan in turn.
She smiled and brought her head down. Violet giggled, then licked my entire length before taking the head inside of her gloriously warm mouth. Her tongue swirled at my tip, teasing me. Violet saw me with my head back, this I'm sure, for she began to bob her head, only taking the first five inches of my cock. It was pure bliss, my head was in the clouds, and my hands tingled. Violet added a bit more of my cock with every lowering of her head, eventually taking the entirety. I felt my member penetrate her throat with every bob, and she quickened her pace. "Oh...Violet..." My hand made it to the back of her head, guiding her. She quickened her pace even further, and I felt something. "Ugh...Violet...I'm gonna..."
Her mind connected to mine. 'Go ahead.' I started pushing her head down faster. My breaths shortened as the pressure in my loins grew. I was on the edge, and with one finally thrust, I came. Spurt after spurt after spurt of my seed entered her mouth. Violet's eyes widened and she pulled off of me, getting a shot of cum to her right cheek and under her eye. She pumped me a bit and got another burst over her forehead. She swallowed what she could and scooted up onto the bed with me. She wiped her face with her hand, then proceeded to lick it clean. She put her head on the pillow next to mine and sighed. 'Was I good?'
I brought my hand over to her chest and rubbed her gem, making her moan. "You were great." I sat up and looked at her legs. "I think I have another present to unwrap." I saw her blush as I moved down lower onto my king size bed. I put my hand on the bow and tugged at the ribbon, it coming undone almost like butter on a heated pan. I pulled the pink ribbons free and was face to face with her sex. I spread her legs and inhaled. The air was filled with the scent of arousal, making me hard once more. I looked up at Violet, who was blushing even harder and had her right arm over her eyes. I couldn't help but notice how lovely she looked, her curling green hair, her amazingly soft white skin, the shape of her body.
I smiled and rose my hand, stroking the inside of her thigh. I felt her move a bit as my hand rose further up her leg, stopping just shy of her slit. I heard the rhythm of her breathing and traced her entrance with my index finger. "You know Violet...you have a very beautiful body." I looked back at her slit, lowering my head down. I gave her a slight lick, hearing her gasp. I continued to lick her, spreading her lips apart with my fingers to get a bit deeper. She tasted like Pecha berries, a very addictive taste that I had to have more of. As my tongue ducked in and out of her, I could see Violet reach up and grope her right breast. I continued to eat out my Pokemon, getting sharp gasps when I stopped and went for her clit. I sped up, making Violet cover her mouth so she was not to scream in ecstasy. I must have hit a good pleasure point, for she arched her back when my tongue brushed a certain area of her innards. 'Zeh...Zephyr!' She bucked her hips and tensed up as her orgasm hit. She came hitting me square in the face and soaking my sheets. I let her settle down from her first orgasm then brought myself up to her, licking my lips.
She panted heavily and looked at me with half-closed eyes. I smiled at her and leaned forward, our lips connecting an another kiss. This time I felt her tongue dash past my lips and teeth, beginning to wrestle with my own. I complied, pushing my tongue out into her mouth, tasting her. I could get the flavor of strawberry icing and the bitterness of my own spunk. I lay there, twirling tongues with Violet, mind at peace. I broke away for a breath of air. I felt Violet run a finger down my stomach, grabbing my member again. She lifted herself onto my stomach and leaned forward. 'Zephyr...I want you to take me.'
Her comment caught me. Oral was one thing, but she just asked my to full fledged sex. Poképhilia wasn't illegal, but it was majorly frowned upon. She gave me the same puppy dog eyes she always gave me when she meant something, and that tore it. I nodded to her proposal. She smiled and scooted down my body. She lifted herself up a bit and, guiding my cock with her hand, lined it up with her entrance. Violet lowered herself, my head spreading her lips, then abruptly plunged down upon me, impaling herself on my cock. She cried out, the feeling of her virginity being taken shooting through her body. Violet sat one me, hilting me, until the pain subsided. She ground her hips in a circular motion smearing a red ring around my base. She began to ride me, using my chest to pushed herself up and down on my rock of a penis. Her breathing quickened, as did mine, in a short time. I reached up with my left arm and began to squeeze her right breast, adding to her level of pleasure. She moaned as she rode me, and I was soon to join her. My hand slid off her breast and began to rub her gem, making her cry out in pleasure. Violet bounced on my cock, each smack getting a small sound from her.
I took over and pulled her down, quickly switching domination. I set her on her back, myself on top, and resumed thrusting into her. I felt the tip of my cock hit her cervix, making it obvious that I was filling her cunt completely. I pumped in and out of her, her soft screams getting me off. I began to slam my hips to hers with a lot more force, making Violet's sounds to true screams of ecstasy. I was glad I didn't have any neighbors, because if I did, I'm sure their neighbors would be able to hear my Pokémon shouts of pleasure. I pounded my Pokémon's cunt, sending her over the edge. The feeling of her releasing on my cock brought me to my own orgasm. I thrust into her, filling her pussy with my cum. Wave after wave entered her, and I swore I could see the base of her stomach bloat ever so slightly.
I leaned forward on my arms over her, my still hard member plugging her slit. I look down at the sight, then back at Violet, who was panting, but with a sumptuous look on her face. I get the idea and lean down to kiss her again. "One more hole to go." I pulled out of her pussy, my seed leaking onto the covers, and aimed myself up with her back entrance. I pushed forward, my head slipping past her anal ring, but I couldn't go any further.
I looked at Violet, who simply said, 'Push harder.' I complied and pushed, getting another inch inside her. I looked up at her to see she was clenching her teeth. I stopped and put a hand to her cheek. 'No...' she said through her mind, 'keep going...don't stop until it's all the way in.' I held her face for a second longer before putting it back on the bed and pushing further into her tight ass. I had only gotten a third of the way in before I stopped again. I got a mental slap. 'Just thrust! And keep it up after that!' Violet mentally yelled. I reeled back a bit, leaving only the head in, then rammed forward, hilting her. She screamed loud enough I though the window would shatter, but listening to her earlier remark, I pulled out just enough to keep my head in, then thrust into her again. I continued to ram my Gardevoir, each thrust eliciting a scream from her mouth. I reached up with my right arm and slid it under her neck. I pulled Violet close to me and locked her lips with mine in a deep kiss as I thrust into her ass. She moaned into my mouth, my breaths mixing with hers and we continued. Her back arched as she hit her third climax for the night, and her warm liquids ran down her thighs onto my legs. I felt my own climax nearing, so I quickened in pace, humping her like a wild animal. With one final thrust, I hilted her again and blew my wad in her tight ass. I let her drop onto the bed with I sit there, waiting for my cum to stop flowing. Once it did, I lay on top of Violet, our lips connecting in another kiss. I moved my hips a bit further up, sliding my member a bit deeper into her ass. I broke free. "...Violet...I will always love you...with all my heart."
She smiled at me. 'And I you...Happy birthday Zephyr.' We shut our eyes and met the end of one of the most wonderful nights of my life.
The morning sun breached the clouds and laid it's light upon me and my sleeping Pokémon. I rose, or sat back up, and stretched. Yawning, I looked down at Violet and smiled. She was still sleeping, but one hand was over her left breast. The other was behind her head. My gaze reached lower, seeing that I was still inside her backside. Blood flow resumed its course and my member began to harden. I decided I should wake her in...a certain way. I grabbed her hips and began to softly thrust into her ass again, my cock quickly hardening to its max. I quickened my pace, making Violet moan in her sleep. I began to slam into her, the morning sapping my strength and making my climax approach much fast than I wanted it to. I sped up, grabbing her left leg for more leverage. She moaned with me as I pumped into her again and again. Her lip quivered ah she hit a silent orgasm, cumming onto the already messy sheets. I followed her steps, unloading another load of my cum inside her to add with the cum she kept warm last night.
My ears felt hot as I calmed down and pulled out of her. '...Mm...Good morning Zephyr...' Violet opened her eyes and sat up, grabbing me in a hug. 'If you plan on waking me up, I wouldn't mind if you did it like that.' I laughed, as did she, and we both got to our feet. I got into my drawers and pulled out a pair of boxers. Before I could get them on, a blue energy enveloped them and Violet pulled them from my grasp. I turned to see her twirling them on her finger. 'No boxers for you...Don't you know...I like a good glass of milk in the morning.' She smiled at me with the sexiest look, then turned and strolled out into my living room.
I forced myself to go after her. A good day in the nude with my sexy Gardevoir...already thoughts were forming. 'Hey,' Violet said to me mentally, 'I've got my cereal...'
"Coming!" I yelled back, rushing out the door for a morning of pleasure.
I think I might add another chapter, but I'm not sure...I'll leave that you to you, the readers, to decide if I should or not. If you vote I should add another chapter, there will be a lot more sex in it! Tell me what you thought!
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