Chikina watched curiously as her beautiful Psychic-type Pokémon neatly aligned some wet clothes out to dry on a laundry pole, using her Psychic powers to handle several other sheets. She absolutely hated thinking of Pokémon as convenient tools, but... wasn't her lovely Gardevoir just doing too good of a damn job here?

In fact, is there even any point of me being here...? the girl wondered briefly.

'Oh, don't think like that, Chikina,' Sereria cooed in the trainer's head, who turned bright red.

"Sometimes I forget you can read minds..." the blonde mumbled, looking away.

Chuckling, her Pokémon continued taking over what should've been her own duty. 'Come now, you being here is a terrific motivation source for me, you know. Without you, my day would be much darker.'

She rolled her eyes. "Motivation for taking over my duty, maybe..."

Sereria playfully floated over to her trainer, planting a soft, affectionate kiss on her cheeks. That got the blonde to stop pouting immediately, her eyes widening very slightly as the fading red in her cheeks returned immediately. 'Then your new duty is to be my sunshine. Mmhm?'

"...m-m'kay..." the girl replied. She accidentally let loose a dreamy sigh, before catching herself and shaking her head. No, no, don't give up! There has to be something you can do... Ignoring Sereria's knowing chuckle (Stop reading my mind! she mentally transmitted), the girl looked around her garden.

Then it occurred to her.

"I know! Maybe I can do, uh, gardening!" Chikina exclaimed. "Like, um... pulling the weed out, yeah! I think that's part of gardening." She went over to an area with a patch of grass slightly taller than others, bending her body downwards to grab the clump of weed. "Now I'm doing something nice!" The girl began pulling.

...she began pulling harder.

Sereria watched, an eyebrow raised, as her trainer struggled to pull the strands of weed out. Oh, she's so adorable.

Suddenly, the strands snapped in various pieces loudly, and unexpectedly. Chikina felt herself stumble backwards, falling onto her butt. "Eep!"

The Psychic-type Pokémon gasped, dropping the remaining laundry back in the basket and levitating herself to her trainer. 'Chikina!' she said telepathically.

"Owww... ow, that was... sudden," Chikina groaned, rubbing her waist.

'Are you okay?' Sereria asked as she knelt down. 'Not hurt anywhere? Any bruises? Wounds?'

Chikina stared at her partner Pokémon, an eyebrow raised. As much as she appreciated her care and concern... "W-why are you caressing my butt while you're asking that?" she asked, slightly but not exactly too amused.

Sereria smiled. 'Your cute butt is very much an important part of you, and I wouldn't like to see any part of your lower body harmed. After all, they say everything is best enjoyed at their best quality, right?' she replied, shamelessly.

Again, the blonde's face burnt bright red. Agh, this girl... "S, stupid, you..."

Grinning, the Gardevoir leaned close to the girl's ears. "(I love you,)" she spoke verbally, transmitting it in human language through telepathy.

"You... stupid... stop teasing me," Chikina mumbled. Nevertheless, she knew what her partner wanted, and she was happy to oblige. The two closed their eyes, gently putting their lips together, enjoying themselves a private, tender, blissful moment. "Mmnnn..."

'Oh, Chikina...' Sereria whispered into the kiss. They parted slightly, then kissed again, their arms slowly wrapping around one another.

She caressed her lover's beautiful, green hair, pulling her in to feel more of her lips, more of her body, more of her breath mixed with her own.

Parting again, their faces flushed red, Sereria managed a small, sly grin. 'What's this, Chikina? Not satisfied with breakfast?'

The blonde narrowed her eyes, pouting. "Hrmnn, jeez, Sereria... you, you're always teasing me..." she muttered.

'Hmm? And what will you do about that?' Sereria asked, cupping the girl's cheeks in her hands. 'How will you stop me from teasing my most beloved person in the world?'

"Uuu... well, um." The blonde shuddered slightly, almost giving in to her Pokémon's sweet words.

Instead, she gently pushed the Psychic-type down on her back, placing her hands next to both sides of Sereria's head, as if trapping her.

"E, every now and then, even I can... even I can lead," the girl whispered, her eyes threatening to break down in embarrassment.

Sereria huffed, amused and rather... turned on. 'Perhaps you should show me then,' she cooed.

Chikina gulped. Leaning down, the girl whispered, "m-maybe I will."

'And you should...'

"F... fine then..."

In no time, their lips pressed together again, eliciting moans from both individuals. The blonde opened her lips to take in her lover's tongue, sucking playfully on the Gardevoir's wriggling flesh of pink, pressing her body down lovingly against the one who she'd give her life for.

Sereria cupped her lover's face in her hands again, coiling her tongue around Chikina's within the latter's own mouth, happily twirling and exchanging her saliva with Chikina.

They parted for a very brief moment, before kissing again, partaking in another round of tongue wrestling. Their moans gradually grew in frequency, slowly losing sight of the garden, no, of the entire world, lost in their own, shared paradise.

"Hmnn, rmnnn, Seh... Sahrahreaahhnnmn..."

"Mmnn... vmmnnnmn... vwwmnnnmn..."

Despite the cool breeze flowing in from basically every direction, their bodies were beginning to grow hot. They were sweating, they were turning each other on, they were feeling tempted to give in and finally seal the deal, finally make love for the first time, right there in the garden, as shameless as it would be.

Chikina pulled away slightly, watching a strand of their saliva stretch out between their tongues. A droplet of drool slid down the strand, landing on that soft, alluring flesh between her Pokémon's lips, glistening beautifully with temptation. "Hhhww, Ser, Sereriahh..."

'Chikina...' the Gardevoir whispered telepathically.

Their heartbeats going crazy, their bodies getting hot and sweat, their groins burning, the two's eyes sparkled with intense affection as they began picturing each other in the nude, about to let loose and do exactly what their minds were nudging them to do.

And then a bright flash covered the entire courtyard.

A figure appeared within the garden, carrying several... somethings, within its grape-like, three-fingered hands.

The newcomer, a certain Psychic-type Legendary Pokémon, created artificially by a criminal organization, had white skin and a long, purple tail. Two blunt horns sprouted from its head, and a strange tube connected the back of its head with the back of its torso. The Pokémon, considered by many to be perhaps the most powerful Pokémon (admittedly a debatable topic), was none other than Mewtwo, the Genetic Pokémon.

As Mewtwo turned to address the ones it was visiting, Chikina and Serera were staring back at him, having quickly separated themselves so as to not be caught in a rather... suggestive... or rather, obvious, position. Their faces were bright red, their eyes seemingly panicked, and their breathes ragged.

To anyone, it was clear what was going on. To Mewtwo, frankly, it didn't care enough to think about whatever the two had been up to.

Instead, it dropped what it was carrying, onto the ground, gently through telekinesis.

'Greetings, Chikina Kiai, Sereria,' the Mewtwo greeted.

"G, g, good morning!" Chikina replied, her voice high-pitched.

'Pardon. You are of Ransei blood. Kiai Chikina, is the correct order, I believe?' the Legendary Pokémon corrected. Chikina nodded, her face still burning. 'I shall keep that in mind. To get to the point,' he said, 'I've heard from sources about your recent relocation, and settling down. Therefore, I was suggested to bring a gift to you, as a sign of politeness, or so I've heard.'

"W-well, that's, um, not wrong, I suppose," the blonde replied.

'Who might these 'sources' be?' Sereria asked, curious.

Chikina smiled. "It's, it's probably Ms. Summerfall, wasn't it?" she said.

Mewtwo nodded. 'Indeed. I've been cooperating with her in her efforts to connect to her former world once more. But I shall leave those matters aside, as you can question her directly yourself.' The Psychic-type levitated the items he had dropped, and floated them over to the blonde, who brought her hands up to accept it. 'These are the fins of the Sharpedo species. I have heard from various Pokémon tribes that they are a delicacy amongst many, even for human beings.'

"Oh, um, I see..." Chikina stared at each Sharpedo fin in her hand. These are... edible?

'Indeed, that seems to be the case,' Mewtwo confirmed. 'Now, the next gift is for your Pokémon, Sereria.' He handed over one last item, a bright, pinkish gem. 'I believe this is called a Fairy Gem. It can be used to enhance the power of Fairy-element... pardon me, Fairy-type Pokémon.'

'My, that's quite the amazing gift,' Sereria replied. 'I don't believe I've ever seen a usable gem of the Fairy element in any human settlement.'

Sereria nodded. "Um, that's because, I think, the method of producing Type gems turned out to be, uh, controversial," she explained. "I think that's why, well, they never made the Fairy Gem public, and now, well, only the Normal Gem is available for trainers."

'I see. That's quite intriguing.' Mewtwo then glanced at the sky. 'I'm afraid I must be leaving now. Leaving the Pokémon Village in the Kalos region unattended for too long might concern the others. I wish you two a good day.' Levitating itself upwards, the Psychic-type Genetic Pokémon flew away in another direction at a high speed.

"...w-wow, he's fast," Chikina commented, Mewtwo having already become nothing more than a tiny speck of dust with the endless light blue.

'Yeah. ...no gender, though, remember?' Sereria reminded.

"Oh, um, right."

Mewtwo was a Pokémon she met together with one of her role models, Nico Summerfall, back in Cerulean Cave, Kanto, where she stayed during her teen years. She had heard of rumors regarding some sort of monstrous creature who, when approached by Trainers, faced off against them and utterly destroyed their teams, avoiding capture with such ease.

Her caretaker at the time had decided to take her on some sort of 'expedition', or so she had said, and after witnessing one of the most epic Pokémon battles she had ever seen in her life, eventually, her mentor... had lost as well. But somehow, she managed to befriend Mewtwo - or rather, it seemed like she was already acquainted with the Legendary - and then Chikina herself got the opportunity to get to know Mewtwo as well.

The Pokémon had been a failed experiment created by Team Rocket some years ago, a product of an attempt to clone the Mythical, New Species Pokémon, Mew. After it had partnered up with, surprisingly, her role model, it assisted her with battling Team Rocket and someone else reportedly manipulating everything, and their team-up had emerged victorious.

Mewtwo then went on to travel the world, trying to discover a new purpose for itself. From time to time, it would discover Pokémon in need of assistance, and help them fend for themselves, establishing their own tribes and societies. Eventually, Mewtwo would end up in the region of Kalos, settling within some place called the Pokémon Village, to be their sort-of caretaker, or so she heard.

Chikina herself knew of the Pokémon Village during her Pokémon journey in Kalos, and she had actually visited it time to time as well, even being allowed to challenge it - and lost, of course.

Nevertheless, although they were just friends and there wasn't actually any special bond between them, she couldn't help but think how amazing it is to be acquaintances with one of the most powerful Pokémon in the world.

The two shared a look, bright smiles on their faces. Then, they laughed together, somewhat amused by how their intimate moment had been interrupted by a powerful Pokémon, just for a visit.

As their laughter died, the two looked down at the Sharpedo fins in Chikina's hands.

"So..." she began, unsure of what to say.

Sereria chuckled. 'Sharpedo fins, huh? I didn't know they were edible.'

"M-me neither." Chikina sighed. "Although I guess I appreciate it, we're not really hungry right now. Maybe they can be preserved? I hope they don't spoil fast, fridge or not."

'...I'm sure they won't. Either ways...' The Gardevoir smirked and wrapped her arms around the blonde, trapping her in a loving embrace, earning herself a cute squeak. 'I'm not hungry enough for those yet, but I still want more of my cute, lil' meal.'

The girl's face erupted into steam, her voice wavering. "S-stu, you stupid, you... nnnngh, I, I'm going to go put these away!" she said, hurriedly escaping back into the house.

'Aw. My precious time...'

Sighing, the Psychic-type waited a while, before Chikina suddenly poked her head out. "Um, hey. Sorry, but, um. I suddenly had an idea, about, like... different recipes I could use. Do you mind if I, um... you know?" Sereria blinked. "I- I mean, we can continue later, y'know. Maybe. If... if you're okay with that."

Chuckling, the Gardevoir floated over to her trainer and petted her head. 'Sure, that's fine with me. I'll help you test out cooking with Sharpedo fins, though.'

The blonde flashed her Pokémon a bright smile. "Thanks... thank you, Sereria." She quickly leaned forward and pecked the Pokémon lightly on the lips, then retreated back into the house, skipping towards the kitchen, happy giggles and humming escaping her lips.

Sereria blinked, her turn to be left speechless with red-tinted cheeks. "(My, my... how sly,)" she purred out loud, to herself.

Around evening, the Pokémon residents of the house in Camphrier Town gathered together at the dining table. As the Kanto starter Pokémon took their respective places, plates enveloped in bright purple began floating out from the kitchen.

"(Mmmm! Smells good, like always!)" Mex the Squirtle cheered. His smile grew wider as he watched the Psychic-coated plates set down on the table.

Next to him, Zadon the Charizard laughed. "(Everyday, a meal worthy of me awaits. Truly a nice life!)"

"(Wow...)" Bana the Ivysaur groaned. "(A regular dinner and you still make it sound so disgustingly pretentious. Classic you, Zadon...)" she said.

"(Oh, shove it up your rosebud,)" Zadon retorted, letting out a haughty laugh while the Ivysaur growled at him.

Mex snickered. "(Getting along as always, you two.)"

"(My ass!)" they both yelled.

Then, a certain mischievous Ghost-type floated into the room. "(Greetings, dear friends and family. Your number one idol has arrived.)"

All three sent odd stares towards the Gengar, wondering what stupid bullshit he was influenced by now.

"(Hey. How's your day?)" Bana asked.

Gan the Gengar shrugged. "(I dunno. I had this oddly normal dream,") he replied. "(Chikichiki and Sereria were visited by Mewtwo, got a bunch of Sharpedo fins, and made out wherever they went.)"

Zadon grunted. "(Ew, buddy. Really? Wet dreams? We're at the dinner table here, have you forgotten your human manners?)"

"(Not that any of us are humans...)" Mex remarked.

Gan shrugged. "(Hey, dreams are dreams. I don't make them.)" He plopped down onto a seat, staring at the plates, covered by a metal covering. "(So, dinner time. What's cookin'?)"

"(Well, we're...)" Mex blinked, noticing a strange, light pink... 'stain' on the ghostly being's body. "(Hey, what's that?)"

The Ghost-type stirred, floating its eyes outwards to take a look at where Mex was pointing at. "(Oh, that. I guess it's leftover residue from Sereria's constant attacks.)" He scratched his head. "(Huh, that's funny. I figure they'd have faded away already before I wake up today. Never did have marks from yesterday before.)"

All the other three Pokémon exchanged glances.

"(In fact... actually, I don't even remember what I was doing today. Was I asleep this entire time?)"

They then stared at him.

"(Oh, well. Again, what's crack-a-lackin'-cookin'?)"

Chikina and Sereria then finally came out the kitchen, the Gardevoir levitating another plate, and Chikina herself carrying a final plate.

"Oh! Gan! I'm glad you're here!" the girl said - oddly enough, her face was red and she seemed nervous about something. "We should all have dinner together, of course, but, um. Today's a bit special!"

Sereria smiled, setting down the plate she was carrying. Then, with her powers, she lifted the metal covers off all the plates, except for the one Chikina was carrying. "(First, for Zadon, a delightful plate of rice and fried eggs, with even more bacon strips. As well as some cabbages.)"

The Fire-type frowned. "(Hey! Those are greens! You know I hate greens!)"

Without even having to have her Pokémon translate the Charizard's words, Chikina glared at him. "No! You need vegetables too! A healthy, balanced diet is required to be strong. Consider yourself lucky I'm not making you go vegetarian!"

"(Wow, she's so outspoken when she's being stubborn...") Bana noted.

Sereria chuckled. "(And that's why she's my sweet Chikina. Anyways, next.)" She motioned to Bana's plate. "(For you, a whole lot of turnips and onions and other vegetables, with some chunks of meat.)"

"(Sweet! I'm gonna be so full!)" the Ivysaur cheered.

Chikina scratched her head. "Um, I've always wondered about this, but... don't you, well, ever feel uncomfortable about eating plants?" she asked. "Or, like. Other Pokémon? Because, you know... cannibalism, kind of?"

Bana tilted her head. "(Hm. Nah. I mean, our species have always been eating plants and sometimes meat. And Pokémon eating Pokémon is just, well... it's natural, yeah?") The others nodded in agreement.

"Oh. I... I see." The blonde scratched her head again. It's still weird every time I think about it...

Her Psychic-type Pokémon chuckled. 'You'll have to work hard to get used to it,' she transmitted, before turning to Mex. "(For you, your favorite rice with shredded fish and soy sauce.)"

"(Classic and the best!)" the Squirtle yelled.

Chikina smiled. "I'm, I'm glad you love it."

"(And lastly...)" Sereria dropped her gentle smile, narrowing her eyes and staring at Gan in disgust. "(...a strange, evening meal of chicken, rice, and... grape juice.)"

"(The true classic and the true best!)" Gan cheered, while everyone else stared at the purplish rice and chicken meat, one thought flashing through their minds at the same time.

It looks disgusting.

Chikina herself had a more obvious false smile on her face. "I still can't see the appeal in your strange tastes..." she commented, admittedly amused by a bit.

"(Keep it coming, I love the confusion everyone gives!)" Gan said with a laugh. Then, he noticed the still covered plate in Chikina's hands. "(What've you got there, Chikichiki?)"

The blonde smiled. "O-oh, this! Well, you see, today a certain visitor came and gave us something special!" She then frowned. "I wanted to, um, make a lovely meal out of it for everyone, but... I ended up wasting a lot, since it was my first time working with these. So... here are some after-dinner snacks, some crispy Sharpedo fins!" The girl uncovered the dish, setting it on the table.

Everyone's jaws dropped, staring closely at it.

"(Whoa! Sharpedo fins!)" Mex exclaimed.

"(Wow, I hear these are a delight for many!") Bana chimed.

"(Color me surprised! It's been some time since I've had Sharpedo fins,)" Zadon said.

Gan blinked. "(...wait a second...)" he muttered, recalling his 'dream' earlier.

The other three realized this as well, turning to look at Gan, then at Chikina and Sereria.

Said trainer stared back, slowly guessing her Gengar probably remembered something and most likely spread it. But she wanted to continue feigning ignorance for that small, sliver of a chance. "...w, what?" she asked, not realizing her face was already tinted red.

Gan narrowed his eyes. "(...you perverts,)" he finally said.

Chikina's face erupted once more, not needng translations, looking away in shame and embarrassment.

Sereria, meanwhile, flashed an eerie smile as she charged up a bright ball of light pink energy in her hands.

The Gengar screamed, jumping out of his seat. "(Wait hold on a second I demand my Pokémon lawy-)"

Another loud explosion later, their residential Ghost-type was sent flying into the sky.

It was almost two minutes later before he managed to return for his meal.

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