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If there was one thing she understood, it was that she loved him unconditionally. Regardless of what the other humans would say about him if he lost or made a mistake, she would remain by his side, just as he did for her at the beginning of it all.
A part of her knew that the feelings she held were forbidden in their world, that he might not understand, but it did not stifle the longing embedded in her heart.
It was a line that she, time and again, was tempted to cross, though she steeled herself, if only just by a thread.
Afterall, she was a Pokémon with needs, who were they to say anything.
They'd never understand.
They stood outside of the market, looking through the window at the variety of treats on display, both for trainers and Pokémon alike.
She could smell the subtle scents wafting from the door, enticing them to come and have a taste. Her expert ears picked up on a faint growl from his stomach.
"What do you say, one pastry before we hit the hay?" He smiled at her. Warm and sincere, as it always was.
She nodded excitedly. Yes please!
Stepping through the door, the sweet aroma overwhelmed them as they approached the counter. Another case was by the register, she could see pies and cookies, bread and buns, a little piece for everyone.
He stood by her side, her ear brushing his arm from proximity.
Pulling out his wallet, he offered the money to the cashier. "I'll have a cinnamon roll and she'll have a fruit tart."
The girl behind the counter grinned, friendly of course, as all humans have been in markets, but she couldn't repress a spiteful surge running up her spine.
"Okay, give me just a second to put that together for you."
He nodded, "Thank you."
She looked up at him, there was a pink dusting to his cheeks. He always was like this around females, it never took much attention from the opposite sex to ruffle him.
Stop it.
On reflex, she pulled at his hand to get his attention.
Snapping his gaze away from the cashier, he looked at her. "What's up?"
Directing his appendage to the top of her head, she urged him to pet her.
This was common, but he still acts surprised. "Oh?"
The boy rubbed the spot between her ears, scratching lightly.
His touch always electrified her, she couldn't get enough of it and it doubled as a distraction from those silly humans.
All too soon, the cashier returned with two bags, handing one to him and, with the same smile, reached out with hers.
She felt a little guilty, the girl was just being kind, so she took the bag with an affirmative sound, hoping she understood.
It would seem the message was received, because she bowed slightly. "You're welcome!"
They both turned, her trainer bidding the girl farewell.
Her eyes were fixed on him, as she munched on her tart, of course.
The city was one of the bigger ones they'd visited, the Pokémon center still a few miles away. Her pads were sore, though she didn't let on so as to not worry him. It had been a rather long day for the both of them, filled with training and discovery.
A couple passed, their child riding the father's shoulders, cooing loudly at passerby's. They seemed so happy together.
She fell a step behind him and clambered up his back. He balked at her weight and chuckled out. "What're you doing?"
Sitting atop his backpack and wrapping her legs around his neck, she nuzzled his head. Much better.
He always was gracious towards her, enabling her to do as she pleased on most occasions and this was no exception. Adjusting his packs straps, he took the added baggage on his wide back.
"You must be tired, I'm sorry."
She chirped at him, rubbing his ears. Her heart ached that she couldn't speak to him like the others could.
Now settled in her position, they continued through the dimly lit streets, he occasionally hummed a tune to occupy their thoughts.
The most direct route, it seemed, was through the red-light district of the city. He usually made a point of avoiding these areas, it always seemed to make him uncomfortable.
She used to not understand until it was revealed this was where humans could find mates.
Keeping his eyes forward, adjusting her legs so they would act as blinders, he journeyed on, mumbling to himself.
It wasn't much of a surprise, the act of mating was enticing to be sure, yet he avoided the act, not that she was displeased.
She loathed the idea of him together with a woman. His head turned down an alley, hearing a commotion. Two women were tied together, their mouths dancing back and forth.
Another ritual of the humans. He would place kisses on her head when she was still a Buneary. On rare occasions, when he would drink that strange golden whiskey, he would repeat this, though he was always in a daze, perhaps reminiscing on happy memories. She didn't understand why he liked the liquid, it was rather bitter despite its oddly pleasant smell.
She wished to kiss him like those women were at this moment, but, as she understood, that was only for mated pairs.
His head snapped forward, continuing down the sidewalk. Regardless of his actions, he still lusted after women, trying in vain to maintain purity until he found what he referred to as "The One", whoever that possibly was.
She would hear him in the middle of the night, when the moon was high, panting to an image of some scantily clad lady he thought he kept secret from her. It would always make her fur hot and heart thunder, when he was finished the intoxicating fragrance would drive her wild, though he tried to cover up in vain.
It wouldn't do to let him know she was awake. When he would drift off, she would play with her flower, trying to absorb his scent.
Quickening his pace, they exited the area, a sigh of relief escaping him, though she was acutely aware of his heightened pulse.
"Almost there." He said, likely to take his mind off of the subject.
She leaned down, her breasts resting on his head, and covered his eyes, trying to distract him from the thoughts of women.
"Hey! Stop that." He chuckled, swiping at her hands.
They collapsed in their room, a tired and somewhat smelly heap. He tossed his bag to the side of the single bed and mentioned something about taking a shower.
It was a regular occurrence for humans to clean themselves. The water and soap washed away the toil of the day, leaving him fresh and ready for their next adventure. Before this wouldn't bother her…
But now it meant that earthy, musky aroma would disappear, the one that drove her wild.
Maybe it was for the best that he made this a daily ritual.
Seeing him leave always made her uneasy, even if it was a simple door separating them. Ever since she evolved, the thought of being apart was unbearable. She thought about joining him, like she did when she was smaller, but he needed his privacy.
A few minutes later he exited the bathroom. He wasn't terribly shy around her, pulling the towel over his head to dry his hair, completely naked. By human standards it wasn't polite to ogle someone, but he never picked up on this, figuring that she was troubled if anything.
He gazed out the window, his back and butt to her, a wistful exhale escaping him.
It was always like this, as he battled the loneliness inside him. Why can't I be The One?
Though she wanted to admire the view, she approached his side, placing her palm against him, trying to reassure her trainer any way she could. He wrapped the towel around his waist.
"Just another day, sorry."
You don't need to apologize.
Grabbing his night clothes, he quickly dressed himself, lost in his own mind. She stood by the window, watching him. He pulled one of the blankets up over his shoulders, snuggling into himself for warmth, leaving an open space, as he always did, for her to sleep.
"Goodnight." He quietly said.
She called to him, her own way of returning the gesture. Though she'd still be up for some time.
There was a lot to think about.
The glow of the moon bled through their window, full and bright, the cool air filling her lungs.
It was always at night when her battle began.
Human culture was such a chore.
Why does it matter if you love a Pokémon?
Among her kind it wasn't uncommon for different species to create an egg, why didn't humans understand this. There were plenty of Pokémon they'd come across that loved their trainers, maybe not as much as she did for her's, but all the same.
She wanted to be with him.
She wanted to be held by him.
She wanted to be fertilized by him.
The thought burned from the tips of her ears to the ends of her toes. A primal urge that she had been fighting every day for the past several moons.
Could they even make an egg?
She stood at the edge of the bed, gazing down on him, her amber eyes glowing in the low light. His breathing was slow, rhythmic and deep.
Stop.
The voice had grown weaker over time. It used to be so easy to resist.
If they discovered him, would they get in trouble, would the police take him away from her?
No.
I'd fight them before that would happen.
Her core was overheating, her womb calling, silencing any rationalization that tried to halt her.
Carefully, she crept onto the bed, her lithe body lording over him.
Will he reject me?
The thought terrified her, but the idea of never showing her love to the one that mattered most trumped this.
Her eyes darted over his features, she could feel her pulse increase, the all too familiar feeling in her fur returning.
Reaching up, she caressed his face, guiding him awake. His eyes scrunched and blinked open, immediately meeting hers. He was clearly surprised, but quickly picked up on her distressed features.
"What-"
Opening her mouth, she went in, taking his lips with her own. She nearly melted in the embrace.
He moaned against her, out of confusion, worry, revulsion, she couldn't tell at that moment, his arms tried to push back against her, but the days of ceaseless training gave her the edge for a moment.
After a few seconds of resistance, he was able break away and speak.
"Stop!" He exclaimed, not loud enough for anyone outside to be alarmed. "We can't do this, it's wrong."
Why?
So much of her wanted for them to be together, why couldn't he understand? Why couldn't humans understand?
She tried to take him again, but he pulled back, leaning against the headboard. Seated in his lap, she could feel his erection against her flower, he was ready. So why did he stop her?
Was her love not enough?
It was quiet between them for close to a minute, he was clearly trying to process his thoughts. She could feel her heart shattering bit by bit with each passing second.
For the first time since she had become a Lopunny, she broke down in tears.
He didn't need anyone else.
You have me!
Clearly, he didn't know what to do, he was panicked. "No, no, please don't cry."
How cruel was it that she could understand his words, but he couldn't do the same?
All she wanted was for them to be like that couple and their child, happy, content. She didn't want to see him hurting anymore. Those women didn't understand what makes him so great, and he doesn't understand either! It boiled in her gut, writhing like a serpent up through her throat and before she realized it, escaped her mouth.
"I love you!"
The statement echoed in the small, quiet room, she didn't care if someone heard. Only after a moment did she realize she actually spoke. Although it sounded odd and a little jumbled together, she managed to speak to her trainer.
Which clearly floored him.
"You can speak?"
Daring to repeat herself, she tried again. "I love you. I love you!"
She wrapped her arms around him, tears bleeding into his shirt.
He didn't resist her.
He didn't even reply.
She'd effectively paralyzed her trainer.
Minutes went by without another word uttered, he could spend hours alone in his thoughts. Although he hadn't outright rejected her, she felt helpless.
Suddenly, he embraced her, pulling them close together.
She made a sound, puzzled, hopeful.
"It's wrong. I shouldn't be even considering this, but I can't deny that I have had similar stirrings, though I tried to contain them."
She pulled back, wiping her eyes.
They looked at each other, his face conflicted, but determined. He leaned forward and copied her daring maneuver from earlier.
His hands cupped her butt, pulling her closer to him.
He had accepted her as his mate.
I'm The One?
It didn't take very long for things to get heated between them, he pulled his shirt over his head, she could feel his skin against her fur, every nerve was on fire. They played into each other, tongues touching, daring to go deeper.
She released a very low, heated moan against him. It was all so new to her, the taste, the smell, she wanted to devour every morsal he'd give her.
His cock pulsed against her leg, calling for attention, she could feel herself respond in kind, moistening his pants.
There wasn't a moment to waste, she had been waiting for so long to take him and her womb was crying to her.
He pulled hastily at his pants, not even bothering to remove them, giving just enough room for his member to escape and stand at attention.
She looked at him through half lidded eyes, wanting to know if he was okay with this, her entrance hovering just above his dick.
Not even a hint of regret, he was reciprocating her fully.
In one swift move, she plunged down until he was entirely sheathed.
He moaned aloud, absorbing the sensation. She could feel every inch, vessel, and twitch of her trainer.
Her mind was short circuiting, and she came immediately, drenching him in her liquids, urging his dick to give her it's sperm, enticing it to fertilize her eggs.
"Oh shit." He huffed, trying to combat obliging her womb's request. Her legs shook against him as his cock was being milked. Screwing his eyes shut he managed to hold fast.
She wasn't done, however, as soon as her mind recovered enough from its haze, she began to bounce on top of him, slow and steady, pacing herself.
"Woah, woah, wait." His hands jumped out to her hips, weakly attempting to get her off of him. Each cycle she meticulously hilted his penis, but never letting it fully exit, playing with the raging knob that was ready to burst.
She knew he didn't have much restraint, it never took him long to relieve himself and she was accepting of that, he could probably hold for another ten seconds.
So, she tripled her pace, jumping up and down on his cock, a wet slapping sound escaping from their combined sex.
"I," He huffed, "Have to, pull o-"
She was just about to climax and she could sense his arrival. Crying out, desperate and hungry, she buried him inside her, kissing the tip, her womb suckling the sperm as it would release.
It came hot, dense, and full, the sensation riding all the way to her head. The scent of sweat and sex making her drop to his chest, shuddering as he released his load into her.
They rode the high following until they both passed out, cuddling together on the bed.
He didn't say much the following morning, cleaning up whatever mess was left behind and showering again, this time she went with him.
They exited the Pokémon center, he tugged the straps of his pack to center the load.
Before starting off, he turned to her.
Leaning down, he kissed her head, right below the space between her ears.
"This is going to be strange for me, but I'm willing to work through it." He petted her.
She cooed, "I love you."
Turning back down the road, he chuckled. "I love you too."
*line break*
A few weeks later, after some chaos within the League, it was decided that human and Pokémon relationships would become legal in all regions.
Perhaps divine intervention for this budding couple or maybe a new madlad champion wanted to sleep with his Gardevoir and get away with it. Either way, it was happily ever after!
A/N: Gonna be honest, don't know what possessed me to make this, but it was fun and a different change of pace. Might refine it later so it isn't so…. rough around the edges, but eh, I liked it, hopefully y'all did too. Not much thought was put into the overall background, plot, history or any other stuff, just went with my gut and... other parts to guide this fic! Just meant to be a fun little romp!
Have a nice day!