Dimensional Warriors Collide

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Chapter Twelve: The Mating Ritual


I was overjoyed! Scott wanted to complete the mating process. But there was something I didn't tell him about it. Completing the mating ritual would allow me to bear children – even though he is human, and I, a Pokemon. However, I suspected that he also has his own reasons behind wanting to do this.

'Scott?'

"Yes?"

'Why do you want to do this?'

I sensed conflicting emotions behind his stoic face. I could tell he wanted dearly to increase his Psychic prowess, but he also didn't want to hurt me.

'There's no need to explain yourself. I understand that you want to gain Psychic powers. But you have to be honest with me. Do you really love and care for me?'

His emotions clearly showed his true love for me, and yet underneath, was the still-pulsating emotion of need – the need for power.

"Gardevoir, you know as well as I do that there is nothing in this dimension or any other that wouldn't prevent me from loving you. I truly care for you with all my heart."

Tears started to form as I ran to him, embracing him, and transferring any and all emotions of love to him, hoping, hoping that he would understand why I want him to accept me. After all, he hadn't been training with Lucario for the past two weeks when he was hospitalized for nothing. It was all for power, new and existing.

"Gardevoir?"

'Don't lie to me! You want Psychic powers for your own gain!'

I could sense regret and shame burning in his heart now. I was also torn for reprimanding him like this.

"Gardevoir…please, listen to me. I want these powers to better protect us – all of us – from whatever dangers there are to come. And," he stopped, embarrassment now showing in both his mind and body language. "And you've sent over the visions of having a family with me."

I looked up, startled. I hadn't meant to send over anything of the sort, but he had managed to grasp the concept of us having a family and living together.

He looked down on me and smiled. "Gardevoir, I would be honoured to start a family with you. I had no idea that completely mating with you would present this wonderful opportunity. But are you sure that you want to complete the mating ritual here? Now?"

I smiled back. 'Yes, I'm sure. At least if we die tomorrow, we would die as mates, and not just as a couple.'

"Then we should mate. Completely," he said as he led me to the bed.

'Wait,' I said.

He turned around, curiosity burning within. I moved close and kissed him. Deeply, passionately, sending whatever came to my mind to him in our limited bond as a couple. I knew that this was the right time to mate with him, because unbeknownst to him, I was in heat, and therefore able to bear children should I complete this ritual. I only hoped that my precogging into the near future didn't include us dying from a threat that we couldn't stop. Fire, raining down from the sky, burning everything in its path, turning the sky black with ash. Thousands upon thousands of dead and dying from the unstoppable onslaught as warriors with energy shielding punched gruesome holes into the body of men and women with weapons just as deadly as the projectiles raining down on the planet. And, in one possible future, Scott, fighting alongside me and the rest of our team/pack succumbing to the endless rush of enemies as one by one, we fell, leaving only the two of us, until –

"Gardevoir?"

I quickly snapped out of the dreadful premonition of what might become and looked into his eyes. Such deep, dark eyes, almost as black as the ash that surrounded the nightmare of what might be. His facial expressions told me that he was worried. Apparently he managed to sense impending doom through our bond.

'It's…nothing.'

"Don't say it's nothing Gardevoir. What did you see?"

'It can wait. I only want to have happy thoughts flowing while we completely mate.'

He seemed to accept this, although I could still sense some worry in the background of his mind.

'For the first part of the mating ritual, we must have each other in our minds, not as one, but as a complete couple, as if you were becoming part of a family.'

'Not too far off from happening, my dear,' Scott projected. Maybe he figured out that I was in heat. I smiled and simply moved on.

'The second part of the ritual is to prepare each other for acceptance.'

"In other words?"

'In…other words,' I started, blushing, 'we must show our true selves.'

"So…undress?"

'Yes.'

"Come on Gardevoir, we've seen each other more than once before. You can stop blushing…although I still like the compliment that it gives your eyes," he said, smiling.

I turned my face away, still blushing. I heard movement, and couldn't help but get a look at his body. Several years of training with the Black Ops had given him a muscled body, much more so than when we first coupled. Back then, he was slightly less toned, but now, he bore scars of several hard-fought battles. Some protecting me, but mainly from protecting us – the team/pack. I noticed that he winced when he lifted his shirt up over his head, the scar from that one piece of shrapnel still showing a slight tinge of red as it repaired itself. The scar from fighting the Tyranitar still showed, a massive mark across his lower body from the fatal blow that it hit him with. Luckily, the Great One itself decided to spare his life, and brought him back to me – I mean our pack. I moved closer to kiss him again, but this time I took some of the pain from his scar into my body. As Gardevoir, we have the unique ability to share pain with our mates as we see fit. Although we were not mates yet, I could still absorb whatever physical pain he had.

'You don't have to take my pain, Gardevoir…'

'But I want to.'

'…Thank you.'

As he moved to remove the rest of his garments, I released the Psychic hold I had on my gown and let it drop to the floor. The gown itself is a part of any Gardevoir, and can be removed, regenerated, and even duplicated if need be. It has no other use – except for modesty issues. The cold was already starting to get to me, and I felt my own nipples harden from it. The next thing I knew, Scott was hugging me, trying to keep me warm in the cold room.

"I doubt that the cold will last long after we complete our…activities," he said.

'The third part of the ritual is to begin with mating,' I said, remembering that we still had to go through this.

"That fast? I thought that there would be more before the actual mating," he said, grinning.

'Oh shut up," I replied.

We moved to the bed, and I ducked under the covers – teasing him, yet at the same time, trying to get warm. Scott followed me in, holding me close enough to hear the steady thump-bump of his heart.

"You hear that? That's me staying with you forever until the end of days. Nothing will tear us apart. And I mean it," he said, stroking my hair. I looked up into his eyes, and locked lips with him, pressing my horn into his chest. General knowledge of my species indicates that the horn is used to sense everything from emotions to lifeforms. What humans didn't know was that the horn was also used in the mating process to give off sexual pleasure to the ones performing the act. Although Scott already knew this from our first experience, it still gave me great pleasure in him knowing what turned me on.

"Gardevoir?"

'Mmm?'

"How long is the ritual?"

'As long as you want it to be.'

"Good. Because I want this feeling I'm getting to last forever."

'Just like you staying with me forever?'

"No, just like forever – forever. I want this feeling to last us for when we have children, and past when our children have children, until the end of time."

'You're a really good romantic when you want to be, you know that?'

"I try."

With that, I felt something hard pressing against my thigh, and I knew he was ready. To be honest, I had been ready ever since I dove into the bed, getting wetter with every passing minute as the warmth increased. It was now or never. I positioned myself along his body, grinding my hips on his member, getting it good and slick as I prepared for the immense pleasure of coupling with the man I love. With one last look into his eyes, I let him enter. He slid into my entrance with the precise movements to get me going, getting every sensitive spot as he moved until he reached my cervix. I was used to his length by then, but it still gave me a jolt of ecstasy whenever he managed to touch there.

'The fourth and final part of the ritual,' I panted, 'is to open up our hearts and minds at the point of simultaneous climax.'

"Then we'd better get started," he said, moving slowly out of me, teasing, yet at the same time pleasuring me almost beyond endurance. I had to get him back with my own means. I used a bit of my Psychic powers to get a good grip on his member, mentally stimulating it. He gasped.

"Gardevoir, that's hardly fair. You know I can't use Psychic powers."

'True, but you have your own "magical" powers to put me over the edge,' I replied.

With that, I moved my body and used the Psychic grip to double the stimulation that I knew he was receiving. In return, he managed to yet again hit every sensitive spot within my body. For what felt like hours, we kept this slow pace, enjoying every moment, just hoping that our ecstasy would never end. However, we knew that it had to end sometime, so I quickened my pace with both my body and the Psychic grip I somehow managed to keep up. He matched my movements, letting his love flow into his heart and mind, and soon enough –

"I'm getting close," he grunted.

'Remember to open up your heart and mind at the time of – oh!'

With that, we opened our heart, minds and souls to the overwhelming power of love as his seed burst into me, filling me as my own orgasm spilt over his still-throbbing member – and thus, our complete mating bond was created.

When we woke in the morning, I felt a powerful new force within both our bodies. Scott had received his Psychic powers, but that wasn't his wish. He wanted to stay with me forever. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Sooner or later, we would meet with death, but it doesn't mean that we couldn't spend at least a few years together as a family. My wish was to prevent the death of our pack – and especially us – for as long as possible.


Continued in Chapter Thirteen…

A/N: Scott and Gardevoir finally completed their mating bond. But what about the impending doom of the team that Gardevoir sensed? Will it happen? More in chapters to come…

- UBE Chief