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The cut wasn't that bad. It was minor, and didn't end up being that deep. Nurse Joy puts Gardevoir's Pokéball on the healing machine. It's for minor lacerations and injuries. It should also wake her up. Nurse Joy is able to give her back to me in about ten minutes. I instantly let her out of the Pokéball. She comes out in a flash. She turns away from me, disappointed in herself.
"I'm sorry, Seth. I'm sorry I couldn't help you win." She tells me, sitting down at a table. May is sitting as well. She followed me when I ran in to Nurse Joy.
"Don't do that, Gardevoir. It's not your fault at all. You tried your best and so did I. We just couldn't win." I explain. I feel so guilty looking at her sad figure.
"Because I'm not good enough." She mumbles into my head. She still hasn't looked at me.
"Do you remember when we couldn't beat Flannery? This is just like that. We just need to practice." I explain, sitting down and cupping her chin and forcing her to look at me as I speak.
"But this battle meant so much to you. I saw those memories. I felt your determination. I know you wanted to win." She tells me.
"You mean more to me than some stupid trainer who took my Pokémon. I can't stand to see you hurt. It's not your fault. You tried your best, and I'm proud of you. We can get him next time." I say, still holding her face. I smile and lean in to kiss her. Then I realize we are in public and there's a decent amount of people in the Pokémon center. I look around and a couple people are looking at me funny. I take my hand off of Gardevoir's face and look at her seriously.
"Next time I will win for you." She states, determined. I nod, smiling.
We head out of the Pokécenter, and to no one's surprise, Redhead has vacated the premises. I figured he would run away. It's better this way, he would just be making fun of us if he were still around.
The gym leader, Winona, specializes in flying types. I figure we can take a day to relax and we can battle her tomorrow, seeing as we've already had our experience for today.
"I've heard that Fortree has amazing shops, let's go look around! The houses here are so cool!" May exclaims as we stand around, deciding what to do.
"Yeah that sounds good." I want to buy some things. I look at Gardevoir, whose mood has improved. She looks at me.
"What do you want to buy?" She asks, looking at me with a curious expression. I instantly dispel any thoughts about what I plan on buying, because most of my ideas are things I'm going to buy for her.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." I say, smiling. She frowns at me, knowingly.
We all head up a big ladder near the Pokécenter that leads to the upper half of Fortree City. The shops, the way to the gym, and the houses all reside up here. May leaves Gardevoir and I to go into one of the contest shops.
"Where do you want to go?" Gardevoir asks me. I can tell she's trying to find out what I want to buy. I smile at her.
"You'll find out." I smirk, and a slight smile warms her face. I grab her hand and pull her across one of the many wooden bridges. I look at all the signs as we go, looking for clothing stores. I'm planning on getting Gardevoir some green panties that match her natural green color.
"You're buying me more underwear?" She asks, floating easily behind me, holding my hand.
"Yeah, do you want more?" I inquire, looking at her and smiling. She smiles at me and nods. "Then I was thinking we'd get some lunch and then I need to stock up on potions and full heals."
"Okay. I love you, Seth." She tells me mentally. I smile at her. I look around. There aren't very many people out on the bridge. They all seem to be in the shops or in their houses. I don't care anyway. I'll do what I want regardless of other people. I stop, turn around and pull Gardevoir into my arms. I tip her back a little.
"I love you too, Gardevoir." I murmur lustfully into her shocked face. She's not sharing her thoughts with me. I wonder if anything is even going on in her head. I smirk as I lean down and kiss her firmly on the lips. She's surprised. Really surprised. She hardly kisses me back for a few seconds. Slowly, she puts her hand behind my head and pulls me closer as I hold her up. I kiss her passionately for a bit then pull her up and pull her with me. I know some people saw, and I know they're staring at me right now, but I don't care. I love Gardevoir. Nothing is going to change that.
Gardevoir and I head into the closest clothing store. It's beautiful on the inside and out. It's a dark wood log cabin with a canopy of leaves and vinyl for a roof. It's very old fashioned and monumental. Inside, there are racks of clothes. There are two counters, and people are swarming the place. It's not like a department store, it's like a local store. I find the underwear. Another woman is standing there, searching through the thongs. This is not a situation that I should talk to Gardevoir out loud about.
"Gardevoir, I wanted to get you some green ones." I tell her mentally. She turns to look at me.
"Okay, what about these ones?" She grabs a green thong. It matches her green hue perfectly. I blush instantly, and she blushes in return. Images of her in it flood my brain. My mind wanders and several sexy scenarios play out in my head.
Her blush increases as she witnesses the scenarios in my head.
"I want you, Seth." She says, putting her hand on my chest. "I didn't know that you think about stuff like that. It's so hot."
"Gardevoir, I want you too. I can't help but think those things. They just flood my brain. We're buying those." I tell her, and she nods, smiling lustfully. I figure we're going to want some normal underwear to, so we find a pack of twelve green panties.
We get into line and stand waiting. The line has at least twenty people, and the other one isn't any shorter. Gardevoir sighs and leans on my shoulder. I smile. I rest my head on hers, not wanting to miss out on a pillow. Times like these are when I wish that we didn't have to hide our relationship. Even just resting my head on hers like this could be looked at as something. I wonder why. I wonder why people aren't supposed to be with Pokémon. I wonder if someone decided that a long time ago and people just stuck with it. What makes those people think that? Why am I different from them? Or more accurately, why are they different from me? Are Pokémon like that to? Do they think that people-Pokémon relationships are wrong to? If they do, is it because it's not natural?
"Other Pokémon think that People should only be looked at as masters and friends. They should never be involved like we are. That's why I was hesitant to tell you that I love you. I knew it was weird for a Pokémon to feel that way, so I thought that it must be weird for a person to feel that way to. I'm glad I took the chance, though." Gardevoir suddenly invades my thoughts and gives me an answer to my unspoken question. We're still standing in a line with a bunch of other people, so I think my response.
"Gardevoir, why do you love me if it's not normal to love your trainer?" I ask, thinking it loudly.
"Honestly, I don't see why we shouldn't love our trainers. You always cared for me, and made me happy, and treated me like I was your best friend. How could I not look up to you, and feel the way I do? You make me complete. I couldn't imagine life without you." Gardevoir explains. Her response makes me smile. She always knows how I'm feeling and how to react to it. "Why do you love me if it's not natural?"
"I love you because you're my friend. You've always been there for me, and you've always done what I've asked. You stuck with me through all the tough times and the happy times, and I think we really developed a bond stronger than any other trainer's bond with their Pokémon. It seemed natural to take it to the next level." I explain, revealing to her what's on my mind, even though she has unlimited access to my thoughts. She smiles meaningfully at me, and hugs me gently. I don't even notice that we're next in line.
We meet up with May after we stop at a Trainer store and I purchase the items I needed. She has already bought three bags worth of clothing, shoes, and accessories for her Pokémon. We head to a local cafe for lunch, the Treetop cafe, and sit down at one of the tables. Pokémon are openly allowed in the cafe, and several other trainers who are already sitting have their Pokémon out. Gardevoir and I feel right in place.
May takes out one of the bags she has and opens it.
"I have something for both of you!" May says, smiling her face off. She reaches in the bag and pulls out a small Gardevoir figurine. A little toy that looks almost exactly like my Gardevoir. She hands it to me, smiling.
"Some guy in one of these shops hand-crafts idols of Pokémon. I thought you might like one of your favorite one!" May squeals. I smile. I hold it up next to Gardevoir and compare while she blushes at me. My Gardevoir has slightly shorter spikes than the idol. Also, the idol has larger hands and smaller eyes. All in all, it looks a lot like her. I lower the idol.
"Looks pretty accurate, Gardevoir. Except you're much more beautiful." Her blush spreads at my words. I turn to May. "Thank you, May. I really like it." I smile.
"No problem! I was sure you would." She smiles at me. She reaches back in the bag, and then pulls out a purple gem the size of a grape. She hands it to Gardevoir. "I didn't know what to get you, Gardevoir, so I got you something that's supposed to increase your psychic power. They say that if you squeeze this gem as you attack, the power of your move doubles. I thought maybe it could give you some confidence in your next battle." May explains her gift, referencing my battle with Redhead.
Gardevoir looks interested, and hesitantly takes the gem. She inspects it carefully, then looks back up at May, her eyes glimmering. She looks determined.
"Thank you, May. I will use it well." I hear Gardevoir's message to May in my head. She must have broadcast it to me and May at the same time. May nods, smiling.
"You're welcome, Gardevoir."
After we eat, Gardevoir and I leave May again. She goes back to the Pokécenter to drop off her bags. It's almost evening. We spent a while at the cafe. The weather is getting just a little chilly and the stars are starting to come out above the trees. The sky is so clear and beautiful. I put my arm around Gardevoir both to keep her warm and because the atmosphere is so romantic.
"Gardevoir, I think we should go get May a present. I feel bad we didn't get her anything, and she went out and bought us stuff." I explain to Gardevoir as we walk across one of the wooden bridges in Fortree. Below us there's nothing but forest. Tall green trees and dark areas. It's a little frightening. The trees the houses and bridges are connected to tower above other trees.
"Yes, I think that's a good idea. I feel bad too." Gardevoir responds. She looks down. She might have heard my thoughts on the trees below us, because she looks a little wary. I pull her even closer against me, not caring if other people see.
The people of Fortree are out more now. They must be heading home after a day of shopping, because several of them are carrying bags and other goods. I don't care if they see Gardevoir and I. Their opinion of us is worthless to me. She is the only thing that matters.
"Well, what do you think would be good to get? I have no idea what she'd like." I say, holding her tightly. She smiles at me.
"She likes stuffed animals. But she's too embarrassed to let people know." Gardevoir tells me mentally.
"How do you-" I start, then I remember. Gardevoir gets full access to May's thoughts just like she does mine. "Oh, right. Okay, well do you think it would be a good idea to get her something like that?" Gardevoir nods. It's decided.
The closest toy store is near empty. Nobody is there, except the bored-looking cashier. Gardevoir and I stroll around the store, looking at different stuffed toys until we find a Torchic doll. Its actual size, and very accurately designed. May has to love Torchic, that's why she chose one in the first place. It's perfect. I buy it instantly, from Gardevoir and I.
We head back to the Pokécenter quickly. We're both excited to see her reaction. We head up to our room to find May.
"Mayyyy!" I sing as I open the door. Gardevoir and I pile inside, but May is nowhere to be found. "I don't think she's here, Gardevoir."
"I don't sense her presence." She says, being psychic and all.
"Well where could she have gone?" I ask out loud. I set her present on the bed and sit down next to it. Gardevoir follows suit and sits next to me. She rests her head on my shoulder like she did in line at the store.
"I love you, Seth." She tells me mentally. I look down at her, and her eyes are closed. I stroke her face.
"I love you too, Gardevoir." I respond lovingly. I look up from stroking her face and see a slip of paper on the end table. I reach out and grab it, and read the note out loud. "Hey guys, I heard of this really cool store that's having a huge sale today until nine. I'll be back late! May."
"She left to shop more?" Gardevoir asks, looking at the note. May's handwriting is girlish and large.
"I guess." I check the time. It's only around six. "What are we gonna do?"
Gardevoir snuggles back into my shoulder. She buries her face in my sleeve cutely.
"I know what we could do..." She trails off suggestively. Even though she's hiding her face, I can see a red blush appearing on her cheeks. I smile. She's so adorable.
"What?" I ask, even though I'm fairly certain of what she's getting at. I stroke her cheek.
"You know… what we haven't done for a week." She responds.
"Oh, that." I say, smirking. She pulls her face away to look at me. She looks like she's pleading with me. I smile gently at her and slowly get on top of her on the bed.
"Oh, thank you, Seth. I've wanted to do this all week. Nothing else has been on my mind. I couldn't concentrate on anything." She starts explaining. I like how she's talking.
"Oh really, why do you want me so much?" I tease. She looks up at me, and her expression is almost unreadable. She looks like she's really trying to hold back tackling me down. I wonder if Gardevoir go into heat. Do they work like people, or do they work differently?
"I don't know, you've just been making me ache all the time. I can't think of a time when I didn't want you in the past week. I don't know what's happening to me. I've never wanted you so bad."
"You can't? Not a single time?" I ask, curious. To tease her more, I lower my head and kiss her slowly on the neck, and start kissing her up to her cheek.
"No. Like when you kissed me on the bridge, I got so wet, I thought people were going to be able to see." She tells me, her mental voice shy. I kiss her once on the lips, it's just a small, quick kiss. Her mouth stays like she wants to continue kissing, but then her eyes open, and her mouth turns into a frown. I smile at her, then kiss her face slowly and sensually. Her eyes slowly close again, and cute bell sounds start leaking out of her. I take her hand, and pull the fabric off her. She hastily starts pulling off her dress, and I help her get it off. I throw it aside and grasp her breasts. I continue kissing her face slowly, and start kissing her on the lips. Her moans leak out into my mouth as I caress her small breasts. I can feel her pulse coming from her big red heart.
Suddenly, I stop and get up, and she's left confused. I smile at her. She frowns again.
"Come back, I want you." She says, her mental voice disappointed.
"Get up." I suggest, and hold out my hand. She looks at me, a little confused, then takes my hand and floats in front of me.
"Take my clothes off for me, won't you?" I ask, smiling at her. She smiles back, blushing. She reaches for my shirt, and pulls it off over my head. She puts it on the bed. She blushes redder as she reaches for my button on my pants. She hesitates.
"Don't you want to have sex, Gardevoir?" I ask as she does. She looks up at me and nods, blushing. "Well, I can't have my pants on to do that." I smirk.
She bends down, and gets on her knees. She grabs the waistband of my pants and boxers at the same time and pulls them down. I'm ready, and so is my penis. She leaves my pants at my ankles and starts to stand up but I stop her.
"Wait, Gardevoir." I start to blush as I look down at her. She looks up at me, expectantly. "You know what I did to you in the shower?"
"Yes." She responds, nodding. "With your mouth…" She blushes as the memory fills both our heads.
"Will you do that to me?" I ask, embarrassed. She smiles, still blushing.
"Do you want me too, master?" She asks, completely serious. Master? Where did that come from? I nod in response. She smiles.
Carefully, she grasps my penis by the shaft. Her three-fingered hand covers half of it. She playfully squeezes it. It doesn't hurt, it's pleasant. Slowly, she brings her mouth to the tip and kisses it. She opens her mouth and puts the tip in. My penis is instantly met with a warm, wet feeling. She gently starts sucking on the tip, and then moves down so more goes in her mouth. My mouth won't shut. Noises are spilling out of me, and I can't control any of them.
She starts swirling her tongue on the tip, and around my glans. It feels so good I can hardly stand it. She keeps that up, then starts pushing more of my shaft into her mouth. I can see her eyes starting to water. She pulls off, takes a deep breath, then goes back down, and then moves up and down, sucking my penis. She's doing everything that I'm imagining in my head that she should do. She must be reading my mind and then performing whatever I'm thinking. I don't want her just doing everything that I want. I take her chin in my hand and make her look at me. I lift her up so then she standing. I kiss her silently, holding her too me while I enjoy just being with her.
"Bend over." I command, breaking the kiss. She turns, and then bends over the bed, and rests her elbows on the mattress. I start feeling overwhelming amounts of anticipation, and joy. She smiles at me, looking back, and blushes.
"I love you, Seth." She tells me, her mental voice laced with desire. I get into position behind her.
"I love you too, Gardevoir." I murmur, my lust and hers building up inside me. We're so close. We're so close to doing what we wanted to do for so long. We did it once, and it was special. Now we're going to do it again because we can.
As I ready myself, and line up for entry, Gardevoir braces herself and grips the covers on the bed. I can feel a bit of anxiety run through me, and it's not all hers. I can understand why she'd worry. The last time we tried this, she ended up bleeding and sore. I hope that, even though she wasn't made to accept my size, it will work out better for her this time. I want her to at least feel half as good as I did the first time. I owe her that much.
I grip her hips and push forward with my hips. It's in… Well, halfway at least. She winces as all of a sudden she's filled with me. She's wet and ready, and the inside of her feels amazing. I hunch over her and hold her gently as I slowly push myself forward. She opens her mouth, a silent scream escaping her lips.
"Too big, too big!" She cries, mentally. Her hands are tightly gripping the covers. I stop. I'm not all the way in, but if she can't handle it, then I'm not going to go that far. I pull out so then I'm back to halfway inside her and then push forward again, and make small thrusts, aiming upward. Her breathing comes out in little gasps. She seems to be in less pain.
"I'm trying to let you in, Master." Her voice sounds strangled in my head. Less strangled than before, but still in pain.
How can I feel good when she can only feel pain? I feel guilty about this. I know it's unnatural and it's going to hurt her, so why am I doing it?
"Because you love me, and I want this." She answers automatically. My wandering thoughts are put at ease. "It doesn't hurt so bad this time, Master. I'm getting used to you."
I don't feel the need to respond. Quiet moans are spilling out of her, so I continue thrusting shortly and upward. She's so tight inside. It's almost completely unbearable because I can't feel anything but her. She's squeezing me at every angle. I can't imagine having sex would feel this good with a human girl. There's no way they could be as tight as Gardevoir.
I can feel my pleasure building. I have to come soon. She feels too good to hold it in any longer. I throw that thought aside. This is about her. I have to make her feel good. My own pleasure has nothing to do with it. I have to ignore the feeling.
"Oh, Seth… you feel so good. I'm so full. I'm full of you." Gardevoir moans into my head. She sounds incredibly pleasured. I sense this, and it makes me have to come. I have to. So I stop. I stop, pull out completely, and grab her from behind and pick her up. I fall back on the bed, so then she's on top of me, and shove myself back inside. I surprise myself at my own swift motion. She only looks dazed for a second or two, then starts moving her hips into mine, grinding my penis inside her. Getting my mind off of coming helped. I feel like I can keep going.
Gardevoir puts both hands on my chest, and grinds into me harshly, selfishly pleasuring herself with my body. I don't mind. I don't mind at all. It feels amazing letting her do all the work.
"Master, I feel so good. I want you to come, please." She pleads with me mentally. I can feel how determined she is to make me feel good. All this time that I'm trying to make her feel good, she's been trying to make me feel good. Her face seems lost. Her eyes are shut, trying to endure the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her face is flushed, and her mouth is scrunched up. Her hips move of their own accord, bouncing effortlessly into mine, expertly grinding my penis deep inside her. I feel it. I feel that feeling building up inside me, ready to explode out of my groin.
It all comes so fast I can't even warn her. I grab her hips roughly and almost convulse as my orgasm reaches me. A loud grunt unleashes itself from my diaphragm as semen shoots into her in throbbing squirts, and it feels even warmer inside her. I can see in her mind that she's enjoying the feeling of being filled with my come. The feeling lasts for what feels like forever, but eventually I'm left panting for my breath, and a feeling of utter exhaustion overwhelms me.
"Gardevoir. That felt so good." I mumble, my brain is too tired to form coherent words. She smiles at me, still sitting on top of me, with my penis still inside her.
"I know. I can feel what you feel if I try hard enough. It felt so good. It still hurt, but it felt good too." She responds, breathing heavy to. Slowly she tumbles off me onto the bed. My penis is shining with her juices. I look down, my curiosity getting the better of me, and check her. A little of my come is dripping out of her, along with a little blood. Her labia look pinkish-red. It doesn't look nearly as bad as it did the first time.
"See? That wasn't so bad. We're getting the hang of this. Soon it won't hurt at all for you, Gardevoir." I say, putting my arm around her. She smiles and cuddles into me.
"I don't mind. I'm just so glad we're doing this now." She responds.
I can't bring myself to get up, so I don't. I pull the covers over us both and pull her into me. She gladly snuggles into my side, and we both close our eyes in bliss.
We nap for about an hour, then wake up to clean our mess before May gets back.
AN: Please leave a review! Let me know what you think about the second "scene" there. Thank you!