Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon
I know that Gardevoir are protective of their trainers, but this would be going to a whole new level.
My Pokémon journey started out in Littleroot town. I'm just a normal guy; I got my Pokémon and set out on a journey just like any other Pokémon trainer. My first Pokémon was a Treecko. I was excited; I loved my Pokémon like nothing else. But, my Treecko had a bit of a personality. We fought plenty of wild Pokémon and trainers as we made our way to Petalburg city, which was where my father worked as a gym leader. However, on the final road to Petalburg, we lost against a strong trainer and my Treecko got fed up. I was too young to understand, but Treecko didn't want a weak trainer like me. He wanted to be partners with a strong trainer capable of taking him to the top.
I didn't care about going to the top. I wanted to go and have fun with my Pokémon and maybe win some battles. After the trainer left, laughing at me and mocking me for being weak, my Treecko did the unthinkable. When I tried to return him to his Pokéball, he slapped it away and ran off with the stronger trainer. I was left speechless. My supposed new best friend had just ditched me, just because I wasn't good enough for him. I slumped to the ground less than a mile away from Petalburg.
To my dad, Pokémon and the relationship a trainer has with them is the most important thing in the world. I couldn't face him right after my Pokémon had left me for someone stronger. I started crying, not knowing what to do. That's when I felt something tugging on my shirt. I turned around, expecting someone else to be there to make fun of me, and found a small, white Pokémon with a big green helmet-looking head, that had a large red protrusion sticking out of it. It smiled at me, and put its hand to its mouth. I instantly felt better staring at its cute face. It let out an echoing coo and started hugging me. I picked it up and stood back up, realizing that this Pokémon wanted to help, and that it was perfect for me. I decided to keep it, but not to nickname it, partially because I didn't know whether it was male or female.
I took the Pokémon to my dad and he seemed pleased. He managed to inform me that my Pokémon, called a Ralts, was a female. He believed me when I told him that this was my first Pokémon, and Treecko became a painful memory.
But that was all in the past. It's been years since then.
I wake up early. I sit up in the bed I'm sleeping in at the Lavaridge Pokémon center. Lavaridge is a town in the northwestern part of the Hoenn region that's very well known for its hot springs. Despite this, it's a mountain town that is hard to get to by any means, and so it's a small town that doesn't see much activity. That's partially why I've been staying here for so long. It's been about two years since I started living here, and I've taken my sweet time on my journey. I started out when I was twelve, and I'm about sixteen now. Like I said, being the best isn't my goal, it's just to have fun and explore with my Pokémon. I know my friends who started their journey around the same time are way ahead of me in terms of gym badges, but that stuff doesn't matter that much to me. I've taken a while to get where I'm at now, but recently I've been feeling like I should kick it up a notch. I've decided that today is the day I start heading back to Petalburg to battle my dad as a gym leader. He told me that in order to fight him for real, I had to get stronger and obtain a total of four badges before our battle. I don't care how long it takes, but my ultimate goal is to battle and defeat that trainer who my Treecko went off with. I still remember his face, and I've been looking for him since that day he left with my Treecko. I just haven't been able to shake the fact that my Pokémon left me like that, and even if I can't get him back, I just need some closure on the whole thing.
I don't really like Pokéballs too much, and usually just let my Pokémon stay out of them unless we're traveling. I decided not to nickname any of my other Pokémon that I obtained after Ralts, who's recently evolved into a Gardevoir, the final form of the Ralts evolutionary line.
Speaking of her, she looks at me from her spot at the table across from me in the Pokécenter room with her serene red eyes. Suddenly I feel something in my head. It feels like another presence is there. And my mind starts projecting joyful, welcoming thoughts. She's saying good morning.
Ever since Gardevoir became a Gardevoir, her psychic powers have magnified enough to actually invade my head and project her feelings as a way of communication. I don't know what to think about it yet. It's nice, seeing as she can't talk and we have a way of communicating, but I'm worried that it also strips me of any privacy that my mind would provide me. I don't know for sure, but I think she can read my thoughts anytime she wants, and it's only a matter of time before she finds something really private.
I smile weakly, and try to push her presence out of my head. I don't want her to know, but it is morning, and I've got a little bit of a thing going on down there. Her presence recedes and she levitates over to me and sits on the bed. Being so close, I can really admire her beauty. She never looked this beautiful as a Ralts or Kirlia. But becoming a Gardevoir has given her a very humanoid figure, and look about her. She's very elegant and refined now. I blush at the thought, she's a Pokémon. I can't think of her like that, what would other people say?
"How long have you been up?" I ask, rubbing my eyes to cover my flushed face, and stifle a yawn. I feel kind of awkward talking to her out loud. It's too bad I don't have psychic powers I could use to ask her mentally.
Pictures of early dawn flash through my head. I'm surprised.
"Why were you up so early?" I ask. Talking to her has made my issue down there soften. She looks away, a little sullen, and then pictures of ghost Pokémon fill my head. At first I don't understand.
"What does a Gengar have to do with anything?" I ask, curious. Another picture of that same Gengar shows up, this time with its eyes red and its arms up, using an attack. I finally get it.
"Oh, you were having nightmares?" I ask. She nods. I frown. "How come?"
Pictures of a Kirlia fill my mind, and then a feeling of remorse and longing overwhelm me. I shake it off, shivering, amazed by how much she can influence things in my head. I get it. She misses being a Kirlia. I guess that's normal. She only evolved a few days ago, when we started up training again to go back to Petalburg. I move out from under the covers and put my arm around her shoulders. She seems surprised and nervous even, which is strange, as I've always been friendly like this with my Pokémon. Maybe she's seeing me in a new way since her evolution as well.
"It's okay. Being a Gardevoir means you're a lot more powerful, and now we can actually communicate with each other. I think it's great. I really like being able to know what's going through your head." I soothe her, my voice soft and understanding. Her face turns towards mine and feelings of gratitude and relief fill my head. I smile at her and find her smiling back. Gazing into her eyes at this close range makes something start boiling up inside me, and it feels strangely like desire. I blush at the same time she does, and the blush only makes her look more beautiful. It doesn't feel right though. I can't tell for sure, but it's like its both of our feelings mixing together inside my stomach. Regardless of whose feeling it is, it makes me look at Gardevoir and see her as much more than just a Pokémon. She doesn't look like a Pokémon. She doesn't act like a Pokémon. She acts like a person. The desire feeling keeps bubbling up until we have to react to it and she puts her arm on my shoulder and my arm falls greedily to her waist, touching her back and side in a not so friendly way. In this position, it looks like we could be dancing, if we weren't sitting. Her body is so slender. It doesn't seem healthy how skinny she is. My eyes fall from hers and examine her body until her three pointy fingers grip my shoulder sharply, and it snaps me out of my trance.
"Ow, Gardevoir." I whine a bit, her pointy fingers digging into my bare skin. She looks at me sternly. Her red eyes seem like they're piercing my soul. She puts images of my hand on her waist and then her hand placed lightly on my shoulder, and then us dancing elegantly into my head. Once she releases me from her psychic grasp she lets off of my shoulder, and her eyes become less serious.
At first, I'm confused again. I don't really understand what she's trying to tell me with that montage. But then, I get it. She wants that for us. She wants us to be closer than before.
"You want more from our relationship don't you?" I ask her outright, softly and understandingly. Her face lights up with colors I've only seen on her recently. I smile. She's so cute.
"Okay, well if you want to dance, then let's dance." I suggest, standing up and pulling her up with me. She puts her free hand to her mouth and silently giggles. She then shows me mentally a picture of me in my underwear and I look down.
"Oh. Well, maybe I should get dressed first." I say, laughing.
I gather up my clothes quickly, telling her that we'll keep talking about this when I'm done in the bathroom. I need a shower. I feel a little self-conscious and I don't want to be smelly in front of her, and I need a little while to think about all this. We've been hard at work training the past few days, and I've gotten pretty dirty. I wonder if, deep down, I want the same that she does?
While I'm taking a shower, I think about what I had just found out. My Gardevoir wants more with me? There are a lot of different ways to express love, but she seemed pretty genuine with her response to my question about wanting more. I can't help but doubt that she actually likes me like that, though. I mean, how could that work? We're not even the same species. It would be weird, wouldn't it? I've heard that Gardevoir are protective of their trainers, but this would be going to a whole new level. I start thinking about how it would work between us. I've never heard of a person and Pokémon relationship. I'm sure a lot of people would take offense to that. And speaking of being together... physically, does she even have…parts…that are… compatible with mine?
I turn off the shower and slide open the curtain with a lot on my mind. When I start to step out, I notice Gardevoir sitting on the bathroom sink, swaying her toe-less feet. She must not have been able to wait for me to get out of the shower to talk.
"Ahh! Jeez, Gardevoir!" I jump back and cover my junk. I hide behind the curtain. "What are you doing in here?"
She plays back the series of images she did when she was trying to tell me she wants more, and then shows a feeling of longing. She missed me.
"Okay, I get it, you missed me. But couldn't you have waited until I was out of the bathroom?" I ask, still hiding behind the curtain. She looks at me more sternly and plays back the thoughts I was thinking in the shower about us being together as a couple, and then shows the same feeling of longing. If nothing else, that proves it. She wants an actual relationship with me. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. How can a Pokémon make me feel like this?
"Can we talk about this when I'm not naked?" I ask, nervously. She cocks her head to the side and then shows me a mental picture of myself, naked, with a questioning feeling.
"Yes, I'm naked." I say, my nerves getting the better of me. I look away from her almost glowing red eyes, my face flushed from more than just the warm water in the shower. She frowns and hops down from the sink, her levitation kicking in before her feet hit the ground. She plays the questioning feeling again, only more intensely. I think I get it. She wants to see me naked more. I blush profusely.
"What? Nuh-uh." I shake my head, laughing and glowing red. She frowns harder, and more sadly. She shows me her, moving into the shower with me, lacing in a feeling of desire. I blush more profoundly, and laugh nervously. The butterflies in my stomach start going crazy, and my manhood starts to react to what she's showing me.
"I don't know, Gardevoir. You just told me a little while ago about this feeling you have for me." I explain, nicely, trying not to hurt her feelings. It doesn't work. She frowns, obviously disappointed, and floats out the door. I take a deep breath and regain my composure. I'm left feeling guilty about telling her no.
I get out of the shower and start toweling myself off and then check myself out in the mirror. I rub my face, and decide that I should shave. I get the shaving cream and apply liberally. As I'm on the second stroke, the door opens timidly and Gardevoir is nervously opening it. She floats in, closing the door after her.
"Hey, I'm sorry about that." I say immediately. Her face lightens and she floats to my side. She shows me mentally that she's sorry to.
"I just think we should take this kind of slow." I explain. I turn to face her. Her big red eyes look down at the floor and then shoot back up to mine. I can tell she's nervous. Her eyes lock with mine and then that feeling of our mixed desire starts bubbling up from the pit of my stomach. Her hands move up to my face, seemingly not caring about the shaving cream. My breathing picks up. She is absolutely the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Her mouth opens slightly and her eyes close halfway lustfully. Her face moves closer and closer to mine until finally my lips meet with hers.
It's somehow not what I was expecting at all, but in a good way. She doesn't taste anything like a person. I can't describe it, but it must have something to do with different chemicals in her saliva. I let my arms wrap around her incredibly tiny waist. Despite the difference, she tastes amazing, even though I'm aware that shaving cream is smearing all over her face. When we're kissing like this, it seems like she can't control what she puts into my head. I'm getting a rush of feelings, her lust and joy are the most prominent. Her body moves into mine and the large red blade-like protrusion in her chest moves against me. It's pointy and in the way, and keeps our bodies from truly melding together. It's almost like symbolism. Her chest protrusion is keeping us physically apart like how the fact that we are a human and a Pokémon and the taboo nature of this relationship makes it hard for us to be together.
We break apart, and I open my eyes slowly. She's got shaving cream all over her face around her lips. I laugh at how cute she looks, and grab a towel. She looks confused as I wipe her face and hands.
"You've got shaving cream all over you." I explain. A look of realization strikes her and she blushes. I wipe it all off and then smile. She smiles back. I suddenly realize her chest blade is still stabbing me and back off a little.
"What is this?" I ask softly, looking at her chest. She looks into my eyes and then shows me a mental picture of a human heart. I raise an eyebrow.
"This is your heart?" I ask, surprised. She nods. Slowly, I raise my hand and touch it lightly. It's throbbing very lightly. It's not soft or squishy or bendable. It's solid and hard. Maybe it's a casing for her heart? She blushes as I touch it and inspect it. As I'm there, I realize that she does actually have human-like breasts, which might be why she's blushing. They're small, but there. I look back into her eyes and smile lightly.
"Okay. I better finish shaving." I say lightly. She smiles and lets me go. She blows a kiss as she floats out of the room. I'm left to think as I finish up in the bathroom. However, I still think she can read my mind whenever she wants, so I try really hard not to think of anything weird.
Once I'm finished, I head out to put my clothes away and get some socks that I didn't bring into the bathroom with me. Gardevoir stares at me the entire time. I know she'd still be staring at me if I hadn't brought clothes with me into the bathroom, which is why I picked up the habit in the first place. Since she evolved a few days ago, I've been feeling a little awkward in front of her and I didn't know why. I guess now I do. It's embarrassing to say, but I find her so beautiful, and I don't think I can help these feelings I have for her. She's sitting at her usual spot at the table in the room, with her legs crossed and her hands propping up her head on the table by her elbows. Her long, slender legs are visible through her parted dress. It's a little odd seeing as she has no feet, her legs just end in a point. I start getting dressed and then throw my backpack on.
"Well, Gardevoir, we're in for a long walk." I state, clipping the rest of my Pokémon onto my belt. I kept them in their Pokéballs overnight because the room is kind of small, and they've probably got more room in there. The only reason Gardevoir didn't go in her ball was because she was showing me last night that she was scared. It was hard to understand, but she wanted to be able to see me during the night. As of earlier, I understand. I didn't know she was having nightmares until then. I'm glad I didn't put her in the ball, otherwise this morning might have been incredibly dull. Gardevoir gives me a questioning look.
"We're going all the way back to Petalburg to battle my dad." I state. She frowns. She shows me mentally us walking with the seasons changing in the background. I laugh.
"It won't take that long." I say, and hold out my hand. She smiles and her three-fingered hand clasps mine.
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