Author's Note: I do not own Pokemon. This is my first fanfic. This story does not follow any kind of Pokemon logic and many ideas about the combat, interactions, Pokemon speech locations and items are made up fully, so please do not expect many things to make sense. I'm just creating this out of pure fun.
Quite rare to the region, Hasan was born from an African father and a local woman in a largely Caucasian district, the town called Hurst. He was therefore born with mixed skin, and sported medium, dark curls. It was naturally messy, but by keeping the sides short he could make his hair neat and less like an exploded bird nest. Raised on a Miltank farm with his sister on the outskirts of the town, Hasan didn't get an education as he spent most time tending to cattle, but never missed the chance to head into the marketplaces on rare opportunities with his parents for more valuable or harder-to-produce items. Other essentials such as food or wood could easily be provided by the farm or its surroundings.
Despite being cute, soft and innocent, cattle was cattle. The work easily became gruelling, tedious and tiring, but it at least allowed him to build himself up to be quite strong. Fortunately, it wouldn't last forever, ironically due to the success of the farm. Being one of the only suppliers of milk to the town, the family quickly became drenched with profits fitting a merchant empire which further reduced motivation to continue the taxing work. Hasan's parents were the first to go, not very surprising to him, pockets full of cash and ready to retire early, travelling to a more luxurious region. His elder sister decided to put the fortune to good use, perusing her interests in becoming a doctor focused on the biology of Pokemon. She also quickly left to the highest of universities.
This left the now 18 year old boy, the youngest, to decide his own fate. The property was in his name and it was impossible for him to manage alone, as if he wanted to in the first place. The rich investors were aware of this, of course, and quickly surrounded him with too-good-to-be-true deals that likely had him selling a kidney in a hidden clause. The specifics didn't bother him as the offers would all do the same thing: see him hand off the farm for enough money to live a posh life. The idea was nice, of course, but Hasan knew how scummy being a snob like the rats who prevailed centre of the town were, so he only asked for a nice, spacious cottage on the edge of the forest bordering Hurst, as well as a steady, generous income.
Leaving his nice abode, Hasan smirked at the great choice of location for his accommodation. More towards the edge of the forest, the trees were sparse and the summer light easily came through the leaves, producing comfortable shades. The nice breeze brought a fresh scent with a tinge of grass and soil; much more refreshing than cow dung. The birds constantly sung behind and around him to add to the atmosphere.
"Close to the town, plenty of food in these trees and bushes, and a beautiful forest as my back garden," he smirked, "Genius."
Hasan felt smug and continued to pick up ripe fruits with a dumb smile on his face, noticing something new in the direction of the forest. Mushrooms. Something he hadn't seen before, and only made his choice of location more promising. He picked them up, smelled them, made sure they were the ones he was familiar with, before the grin returned. He wanted more.
The deeper woods gave a slightly more ominous feeling. He hadn't even thought of the amount of dangerous Pokemon living in the trees, some water, or in a hole, perhaps. As the snobs had no problem erecting his cottage here, he thought nothing of it and continued on.
Finally coming across another batch of shrooms, Hasan heard a light trickle of water in the nearby brush. Moving towards the source, the tiny stream lead him to a bright opening between the trees. Approaching the end, the leaves suddenly cleared; the sunlight blinded him.
His eyes squinted open only to revel at a huge opening in the forest; a whole untouched lake, blue with freshness, active with marine life. Magikarp, Arrokudas, Barboaches, the water was almost teeming with them, and yet was so calm as to not have a single ripple. The wind once again brought about a scent of the sea, but rather if it was made of freshwater and happiness.
Hasan couldn't let this moment go. He found some shade before relaxing, arms behind his head and eyes closed. He just wanted the feel of the wind cooling him down with the sound of the gentle swooshes of the lake. It was not long before it lulled him to slumber.
Rustling...
The movement disturbed the beautiful ambient sound, so unfamiliar that it caused him to wake. His lids felt the slightest bit heavy; he must have slept for at least half an hour, but more importantly, he was too satisfied with his snooze to fully register the foreign sounds around him.
"Buneary?" A high-pitched voice rang.
Hasan sprang up, "H-WHAT?"
"BUN!" the intruder jumped back fearfully.
Hasan turned to finally look at the alien presence. "Oh," he paused, "A….Bunny?"
"B-Buneary," it repeated
"Jesus you scared me," he began, "But I guess…. It went both ways huh?"
The animal tilted its head, concerned.
"Sorry about that, I was totally out of it and I didn't see-"
'Hang on,' he thought, 'Does this thing even know what I'm saying?'
Truth was, outside of his interactions with the Miltanks way back when, Hasan had never really met any Pokemon face-to-face. And sure, the cows gave some indication of knowledge, but he had no idea if there were any Pokemon actually smart enough to hold a conversation with. He could just be making a fool out of himself.
"Uh… well," he started, "You don't gotta be smart to enjoy this right?"
He looked into his bag and pulled out one of the berries he harvested near his house and offered it in his palm to the 'Buneary'.
"Bun!" "Bun!"
The admittedly now adorable little thing excitedly pranced towards him and ate the berry out of his hand.
'Shit, this thing is kinda cu-' 'Huh?'
Another guest appeared from behind the fluffy creature. It looked completely new to Hasan, and yet also super adorable. The green bowl cut with two red shapes coming out the top of its head forced him to grin at its cuteness.
"Is this your friend?"
The tiny thing looked a lot more nervous, but eventually revealed itself and slowly trudged toward the young man, before lifting its arms up towards him like baby. He picked the it up with one hand under each of its armpits and held it right up to his face. It looked at him with curiosity and a slight amount of awe. Sensing it wanted something, Hasan sat it on his shoulders and stood up abruptly, inciting a wail of excitement and playful giggles. It seemed it couldn't talk but was as interested in him as the other. It would take 2 seconds for him to run around, emanating plane noises as the tiny thing lifted it arms up screaming in laughter. The Buneary also hopped around, joining in the fun.
Hours would pass like minutes, the trio making an absolute racket as Hasan pretended to be a big brother to some creatures he just met, and yet felt like he had known for years. Eventually, the sun began to set and the beautiful yellow and red colours bounced off the lake, indicating to him that it was time to go.
"Well shit, it's been so long already," he petted them both. "Anyways, I gotta go; I'll probably be back here tomorrow yeah? It's best you go back to your mamas before they kill me."
He smiled at them one more time, picked up his stuff, gave them a couple more berries and left to go home. Thinking about it as he walked back to the cottage, he couldn't remember the last time he had that much fun. The fields were so demanding, it left little room for playing around; it felt like he was getting some years back he never fully enjoyed, even if it was a bit childish for his age.
Upon opening the door, Hasan didn't realise how tired he actually was.
The entrance basically opened into the main living room, light-coloured furniture and walls gave a fresh and bright atmosphere whilst the wooden floor was on the darker side, along with a brick wall with a fireplace at its centre and wooden beams across the ceiling. Finally, the yellow-tinted lamps gave a warm feeling and complimented the oaky look of the abode nicely.
'Damn those guys had infinite energy.'
He made sure the place had no upstairs, so he could more easily make it to his bedroom and not have to do the slow, sad trudge up 20 steps to reach the promised land every night. Finally, upon reaching the bed, he collapsed on top and almost immediately passed out, completely unaware of some uninvited guests lurking around.
The early sun rose quickly and showered the room with light. It only took a couple seconds to stir Hasan awake, or in a more awake state, at least. Truth was, he didn't want to move anywhere; for some reason, he was experiencing the most comfort he ever had in his life. He wasn't sure why, he might've just had nicer sheets. But it truly felt like a warm teddy bear that perfectly fit into his arms. Like that bunny from earli-
"Buneary," the fuzzy thing cooed.
His eyes shot open. Completely wide-eyed, he stared at a familiar bowl cut lying next to him. Looking down to his chest, he saw a fluffy creature nuzzle into his chin.
"Wha-How?" he stuttered, "Some kid animals broke into my house?"
He reluctantly left the surprising but comfortable embrace, peered through the doorway to the living room, and noticed an unlocked door half open.
He facepalmed, "My dumbass forgot to lock the door. How tired was I?"
Turning around, he was met with the duo from earlier, smiling warmly and severely interested in their surroundings. It was probably the first time they were in a house, considering they hadn't even seen a human until the other day.
He gave a concerned look, "What the hell? Don't you guys got parents? A home?"
Only blank stares responded. He approached closer and kneeled in front of them.
"Do you even have a name?"
Nothing again, 'Alright how about this?'
He pointed to the Ralts, "Your name is Fey alright?"
The little thing looked at his finger for a few moments before holding it with both its han- well, nubs, then returning its gaze back to him, a little bit bewildered.
Hasan looked down, "Yeah, guess this isn't gonna wo-"
"Fey?" the Ralts replied, head tilted.
His gaze immediately returned, excitement written all of his face.
"Yes! That's right! Your name is Fey!" He applauded, "Say it again!"
"Fey!"
"Again!"
"Fey!" it cheered.
Moving to the Buneary, on a roll and ready to double his money he continued, "And you will be…" he paused, "Hazel?"
The Buneary hopped playfully, "Hazel! Hazel!"
He then pointed towards himself, "Hasan. My name is Hasan. Can you say that?"
"Hasan!"
"Hasan!"
"Jackpot!" he shouted. The madman himself had conquered the language barrier- well he had given names, but still it was progress that could lead to something big. He posed and smirked at his success, "God, I really am a genius."
After the euphoria of first contact swept over him, Hasan grasped the real weight of his actions. He basically claimed ownership of these Pokemon. Now, on paper, he didn't; he just talked to them a couple times, but if playing with them for a few hours was all it took for them to follow him all the way home, then making them feel special with brand new names would definitely be the final straw.
Upon this realisation, the posing man looked less like Hasan: The Amazing Animal Whisperer and more like Hasan: The Irresponsible Pokemon Hoarder. Truthfully, he had no idea how to properly take care of the duo and slightly shat himself once he grasped that.
Luckily, Hasan: The Genius had a new idea; teach them and grow them up. This way, the smarter they were, the less he had to take care of them, and the more they could take care of themselves!
"Alright! Listen up!" The cheering Pokemon swiftly returned attention to him, "From now on I shall be your teacher!"
"Tea…..cher?"
"Yes!"
The two cute Pokemon reacted with awe and admiration, further cementing the young man as their carer.
Turning around and clearing his throat, he began to monologue: "Now, the path you're about to take is a very treacherous one. I won't be taking it easy on you so if it helps to see me as a common enemy to motiva-"
"Learn English!" Fey gleefully cheered.
"Huh?" Hasan, dumbfounded, quickly turned back to see the Ralts standing on top of the table, reading the title of a toddler book.
"Where the hell did you…." His eyes drifted and took notice of the large bookshelf; the only thing imported from the large family house he left recently as it was filled with nostalgic stories from his childhood, and also stocked full of volumes of scientific research, thanks to his older sister. His parents had bought many of the books to help him talk properly to prevent getting bullied by anyone at the town, and Fey must have grabbed one of them.
But more importantly, how the hell can she interpret it so well?
Hazel swiftly joined Fey and stared at some of the pages, "Name…. Is….. Hazel!"
'They're picking it up crazy fast! Am I even needed here?' Hasan cringed at his sad comment towards himself, 'NoNoNo, I'm not the dumb one here, these guys are just smarter than prodigy children! That's right, I'm not an idiot!'
The genius began to doubt his intelligence due to the insane growth of the 'kids' he thought he was taking care of. His internal ramblings were cut short by a grumbling sound coming from one of the two. Hasan looked up to see Fey holding her tummy.
He smiled. It had only been a day, and the interactions he had with the two young girls were so genuine that he couldn't help but enjoy himself in their presence. Unlike humans, there was no lying, no fabrications, just pure, authentic curiosity and affection from the tiny couple. His future looked empty until he met these two, and now he had something to work towards. Such potential had been shown in front of him, and aware of the strength of top-tier Pokemon taught to him by his parents years ago, he thought he could guide the way for the two of them to live enjoyable lives. He truly believed it.
"Guess I'll make something," he smirked, "Actually, how about one of those treats from the other day?"
He picked one up, this time red in colour as opposed to the usual blue, "My parents told me this one makes you grow big. I'd say you probably need this more than me," he chuckled.
Fey beamed an illegally cute smile upon seeing the treat. Honestly, that alone warmed his heart. She quickly gulped it down, and Hasan turned to the stove to cook an egg-
FFSHHHHH
The centre of the room was instantaneously bathed in an insanely bright white light. Fearful for the fate of the two, Hasan turned but could barely look in the direction of the second sun glowing inside.
"Fey! Hazel!" he screamed into the ball of light, to no avail. It blared a supernatural shining and glowing chime that deafened his voice and restricted his movement. He could only hope the worst hadn't happened. As instantly as the light spawned, it died out, leaving him stunned, but finally able to look towards the centre table.
"Hasan?"
Hasan, thinking he couldn't receive further amazements, met, for the first time, the scarlet eyes of Fey as a full-fledged Kirlia.
"YOU-YOU-"
Fey dived into Hasan full-force, causing him to fall over, clinging to his waist.
"I EVOLVED!" Fey screamed in delight, eyes gleaming into his.
Hasan's head was running like crazy, thinking of all kinds of things; but the thought that hit him the most was that-
'She became smarter! She totally said something new there; perfectly, too.'
"Fey, you look- you look- you have a dress!" Hasan stammered, too surprised to make sense of his words.
She backed off him before giving a smirk and a dumb pose reminiscent of Hasan: The Genius.
"Of course! Fey is now big girl!" she smugly stated, hands on her hips.
She wasn't kidding. She now was a few feet tall, 3 at least and easily reached Hasan's waist level at this point. She now gave a sincere look to the young man.
"Please take care of me; teach me; let me become like you!" Her arms were raised just like the baby-like Ralts at the lake.
Hasan almost choked up at the sight. Never had he received such genuine affection from anyone and internally swore to himself to see these girls through. He promptly picked up Fey, swirling once, holding her with his left arm and bopping her nose with his right.
"Didn't I say I was your teacher? Of course I will!"
Her eyes watered upon hearing those words, she then embraced him tightly.
"Teach! Teach!" Hazel pranced in excitement.
"Yeah," Hasan began, "I guess I will."
Almost a year had passed since Fey's evolution. Hasan had spent the most of his time keeping his word: teaching the two girls about the world. Truth be told, he himself didn't know too much about Pokemon and other regions in the wider world, having spent all his time at a farm pretty secluded from everything other than a single town. The books were a great foundation, however, as he could help Fey and Hazel understand speech, food, and their own species a little better. Despite Fey's evolution improving her intelligence and Hazel's knack for picking things up quickly, Hasan couldn't teach them super advanced topics yet, but he was able to learn much more about the two of them before they met.
Gardevoirs were very rare creatures, so their offspring were basically unheard of outside books and stories. Fey was part of a family, though. Unfortunately, a larger clan of Gardevoirs and Gallades forced her parents to join them, but their practises were cruel and her parents didn't want her to be a part of it. Telling her to run away, her parents died protecting her from the pursuing clan. She then met Hazel in a safer part of the forest who also fled, but from a huge forest fire. It caused her father's death and gravely wounded her mother, who eventually succumbed to her injuries. Having suffered similar fates, the two stuck closely to one another for years, and it was then that they came across a sleeping man near a lake on a breezy summer's day.
It deeply surprised Hasan to know that both Fey and Hazel had lived as long as he did, and that they suffered so much at young ages. It only motivated him more to make sure he was there for them, as that was probably what they wished the most; a guardian that takes care of them and helps them grow.
Hasan also learned about how Pokemon such as Fey and Hazel worked. Despite being around 19 years old like him, their maturity was stunted due to the loss of those important figures in their lives, and their mental age closely followed their physicality. Fey was on the brink of evolution for years until the berry Hasan gave provided the last amount of growth required, causing her to evolve. This meant that even if they both snacked on 100 of those red berries each, it wouldn't result in any further evolution.
He believed that if he kept taking care of them, in given time Fey and Hazel would evolve and reach their final forms. It was impossible to see any evidence of progress, however, so he had no idea how far they really were. But in the meantime, he would keep up his work.
"See? Look." Hasan pointed at the page illustrating a range of species of berries native to the nearby forest. "Maybe one of them could help you evolve again."
Fey shrugged at the possibility, knowing how unlikely that was. Now that she had become less ignorant, she was able to express doubt. Hazel disinterestedly flipped the page further and up to information on mushrooms. Hasan peered at it and his eyes widened on a certain section.
"Angel's Wings: if eaten by Pokemon, it may help them discover their unique ability- holy shit!" Hasan exclaimed, earning a disapproving look from the girls.
"Ah, sorry," he apologised, "But still, that could be a great way for you guys to develop. I'll go to the market and see if they sell them-"
"No need, they grow nearby," Hazel responded.
Hasan took another look at the page and sure enough, the shroom grew in the forest on the outskirts of Hurst. The three departed for it, heading further into the woods. It was the mid to early spring, the appearance of flowers and sprouting buds was still present, and the late morning would be perfect, had it not been overcast. The light between the trees felt grey and the colours of life diluted around him. The deeper forest always unsettled him, but he had been here tens of times previously, and always let it get to his head. The girls were confident, at least; marching ahead with no care in the world.
'I have to do something about that sass they've been showing recently. Maybe they truly are growing up, and the rebellious phase is nigh.'
"There it is!" The now energetic Fey quickly approached the strange looking fungi. It resembled a flower as the usual capped top pointed upwards, with multiple frilly layers following suit. It left the mushroom looking more like a white rose. She quickly pulled it out of the ground, slightly hesitated, then took a large bite out of it. Hazel soon did the same, leaving a silence of expectation that dragged for some few long seconds.
Fey huffed in anger, "Just like any normal shroom!" Hazel also grumbled.
'Ah piece of shit! You can't trust those books-Hang on…'
"Fey, your eyes!" Hasan reacted, "They're…. They're pink!"
"Pink!?" she exclaimed, "W-What happens now?"
Fey's eyes darted around, panic filling her, as she waited for a change which now felt threatening to her. She expected a different kind of feeling; this was not that. Small burning sensations started to tingle up her arms, legs, torso, and throughout her whole body. She was irritated in every inch of her figure, whilst simultaneously perceiving heightened senses everywhere around. The largest effect was deep in her head; in her mind, even. Fey began receiving signals... wavelengths of… something. It was hard to describe. The sources of it appeared to be from Hasan and Hazel, especially Hazel. Was it because she was experiencing the same thing?
As soon as she perceived Hazel's wavelengths, her discomfort increased, along with other negative emotions. She had a strong will to weather the effects, but she was concerned for her friend.
Holding Hazel's hands, Fey sounded out, "Don't worry; bear through it! It'll go away, I promise!"
Upon hearing the reassuring words, Hazel calmed slightly, which Fey was able to subconsciously detect, not fully understanding how. Regardless, she wasn't actually sure how long it would be until the effects let up, or if it would happen at all. It was becoming unbearable, and she was afraid she might break. After another few seconds, the chaotic pulsing in her mind mercifully softened, the source of which coming from new wavelengths Hasan provided.
He held the two in an embrace and closed his eyes tightly, regretting his dumb optimism and wishing he looked further into things before exposing his precious Pokemon to them.
"I'm sorry, please fight it. I promise I'll make up for it. I promise," he pleaded, unaware of the soothing effect he was already gifting.
Fey's headache subsided greatly, which calmed her down. With her added senses, she also noticed her own wavelength and felt control over it. She tried to emit it towards Hazel, and it seemed to cause her to relax. After another 10 or so minutes, the negative effects finally completely disappeared from the two.
"We're okay now," Fey smiled, surprising Hasan, believing she'd be more upset.
He left the embrace, looking down with a sorrowful expression, "I'm sorry."
"I know," Fey quickly replied, "I can feel it."
"You can…. Feel it?"
"I don't know for sure, but I sense your feelings, and Hazel's as well."
"Well, that's definitely special, but you looked like you experienced more than just mental pain."
"Yes… I'm sensing something through my whole body, but I don't know what it is."
"For now, I'm just glad you guys are alright. Let's figure out the rest at home okay?"
The girls agreed, and the group turned and moved back to the direction of the abode.
Further in the forest, the echoes of the scuffle bounced around the trees, filling the air with their presence. The ears of a large creature twitched at the distortion. Movement in the direction of the noise allowed it to pick up a faint scent, but more than enough to track the unfortunate and delicious-smelling candidates.
Back at the cottage, Hasan felt ashamed at his ignorance. After Hazel left to sleep, the experience exhausting her, Hasan sat on a chair, despising his stupidity.
'Dumbass.'
'Just because you wanted to look all big about your promises, you decide to endanger the things most precious to you? I'm a joke.'
He held his downtrodden face in one hand, trying to hide his disappointment from the Fey, as he didn't want to spoil her mood. Remembering Fey's ability, his head jolted up, trying to mask his inner feelings, but it was no use. She was already looking at him, the deep sadness in her eyes clearly visible. He didn't even debate if that was his own or not; of course it was. She slowly closed the distance.
She placed a hand on his cheek, "Please don't blame yourself. I shouldn't have been so careless as well."
"That's not a good enough excuse. I'm meant to be your carer; your protector. If I can't even make sure you guys don't suffer like that, then what use am I-"
"Don't say that!" Fey's eyes shined, and began to tear up, "You don't understand how much you've done for me."
Hasan averted his gaze, the sight of her like that truly broke his heart, "You guys had it all in you from the start. Truthfully, I didn't even do much; you guys would've probably been where you are now without me, anyway."
Her eyes widened, the words cutting deep into her soul.
She trembled lightly, "Do you really believe that?"
He didn't move, didn't say anything. The man was too ashamed to look anywhere else than away from her.
"Then," she began, "I'll just have to show you."
Fey placed her hand on the centre of his chest. Closing her eyes, energy began to flow. It began to flow through her and into him. Hasan's eyes, half-lidded and dead, sprang alive with the sensations being brought to his body.
'What… is this?'
He began feeling an emotion. It was rooted and came from deep within her. He could tell. His muscles relaxed, the air felt nicer, discomforting butterflies inside dispersed and the searing guilt was soothed in an instant. He felt good; he felt valued; he felt cherished; for the first time in his life, he began to feel something he never understood from the very beginning.
He felt, innocent, unwavering, unconditional love.
It threw his self-discontent away as if it never existed. He felt, even if he were the biggest piece of trash in the universe, they would wholeheartedly accept him, never leave him down; love him to the ends of the Earth. A tear fell down his cheek for the first time since he could remember. His face however, smiled. The worst had passed him, he would look up now, he would devote himself more than ever, not to their growth, that wasn't good enough; not to their knowledge, that still felt short; he would devote everything to their happiness.
After all, who couldn't accept such raw affection?
The energy flowed back to Fey, with interest. She now sensed Hasan's emotions soothing her worried soul. To her, nothing felt better than him recognising her feelings. She smiled, knowing his resolve without needing a word from him. The red in her eyes began to glow pink once again, the senses throughout her body moving, combining, manifesting. She understood it now, and could control it.
Hasan's tear left his face and floated right before his eyes, drifting against gravity. The droplet was tinted the same pink as Fey's eyes; she was able to move it at her will. After the initial shock, Hasan's face softened back into a sincere smile.
"So, you figured out your abilities, huh?"
"It took something special to help me find it," she smiled back.
It took a couple days after the spark of Fey's power for the three dwellers to understand the effects of the Angel's Wings mushroom. From that point onwards, Fey had been able to sense the emotions of Pokemon and people alike, as well as her showstopper: Telekinesis. It was difficult to control, but in theory, was extremely powerful. She could physically affect anything in her line of sight by amplifying miniature disturbances in the air to lift, throw, push pull, tear and twist anything she wanted. It was limited, though, as using it for long periods of time drained her stamina, and she was unable to create strong enough disturbances to do more than lift up a log of wood, for example.
For Hazel, she became more sensitive to movement, could run faster and displayed greater athleticism, but seemed to not have experienced her 'awakening' moment yet, in which she would be able to fully harness her abilities. Nevertheless, for both of the Pokemon, this was a great step forward in their growth and would without a doubt bring their evolutions closer.
It was a nice day; the sun providing a comforting warmth, the breeze coming and going here and there, and the clouds present, but not in the masses. Just outside the cottage, Hasan, along with the two girls, were picking fresh apples and oranges from the nearby trees. Usually having to give either of them a piggyback in order to reach them, the sight of Fey wringing a whole tree of its fruit in an instant was startling, just as much as Hazel jumping ten feet in the air and snatching a few at a time.
"Damn, you two really got it easy now huh? Where's my super ability?"
"I thought you said your genius was your special power?" Hazel commented.
"Oh, well, I mean I am a genius, of course," he nervously chuckled, "But I mean it's hard to look amazing around you guys sometimes."
"Don't worry about that," Fey reassured, "Humans are amazing in their own right."
That did indeed make him feel better, but the truth was he really wasn't bothered to start with. From his initial motivation to grow them up all the way back when he didn't truly understand them, he wanted them to be able to take care of themselves, and still did. The stronger they were, the less he had to worry about them; though this did little to stop him from being concerned about their well-being.
Turning back to the house, he smirked, "Well, I guess you're ri-"
GROWL
Time froze.
Hasan's movement had completely halted; his trembling, however, couldn't be stopped. Coming face-to-face with a full-grown Lycanroc, a Pokemon for which he didn't even know, had him sweating. It was huge; and not normal. Dry blood stained its mouth, it's fur looked as tough as tree bark, sporting scratches, scuffs, scars and the like. The animal, not getting a reaction from him, sneered loudly, almost re-proclaiming its presence. At this, he jolted in fear, inciting a reaction from the animal, only a few metres away.
It fiercely leaped towards him. A pink presence appeared upon the wolf's head, forcing it back on the ground, and pushing it back. The wild animal dug its paws into the ground halting its position, looking for the source of the unknown energy. Looking further behind Hasan, and to his left, it saw Fey was pointing towards it, face scrunched in exertion. Hasan also faced her, his mind still out of it.
"Fey, I-"
"RUN, RUN AWAY!" She pleaded, grunting, losing focus.
Hasan, finally back to his senses, reacted by backing from the wild dog and assuring both the girls' safety. Hazel was also shocked, but looked ready to react should anything happen, and Fey was struggling, putting stress on her body at the insane energy she had to constantly expel.
Hasan racked his head like he never did before, trying to think a way out of the situation. He could run with Hazel, but that would leave Fey on her own. He could try to fight it with Hazel too, but that risked her life. Every solution he tried to think of brought about the possibility of a horrible future he couldn't imagine, leaving only one way for the two of them to survive.
He quickly looked around, grabbed a thick enough stick with a sharp enough point and stood between the animal and Fey.
"Fey! Stop using your ability, before you pass out!"
"What?-"
He held the stick in front of him, horizontally, ready for the monster, "Hazel! Take Fey with you and get outta here!"
"I can't leave you-"
"That's not for you to decide!" Fear and adrenaline flowed in every inch of his body.
Hazel's eyes widened once she understood what he was trying to insinuate. He was letting them live, at the expense of losing his own life. She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't.
Fey coughed up blood, fell down to one knee and barely kept her consciousness. She rejected his words; she just expressed her feelings, and was not about to let them disappear so soon. At this point, however, her hand would be forced; she couldn't hold on any further. The world spun as her dizziness took over, and she collapsed on the ground.
The pink force holding the animal back vanished, and the momentum threw it forward at incredible speed, frustration also turning its eyes bloodshot, desperate to eat that nuisance. Hasan stood in the way like a wall, unwavering, but felt fear like no other. The distance immediately closed, and the Lycanroc manically opened its jaws to clamp his around his head. Reacting as fast as a bullet, Hasan jammed the stick into it's jaws, but couldn't do anything about the strength of the animal. The force of the jump out-powered Hasan easily, throwing him onto the ground. He held the stick up in the monster's mouth with all his might, the monster growling and lapping it's tongue, saliva dripping onto his face.
"HAZEL!" he grunted, "RUN, NOW!"
She couldn't do it. Even if it was the better thing to do, she couldn't. Changing her stance, she stood ready to pounce.
Even if he hated her for the rest of his life, she would not leave him. Hazel, at lightning speed, approached the Lycanroc, who firmly had her in it's sights. It was also smart. She darted back and forth, left and right, making her advance harder to track, before lunging in, dropping high with a kick. The monstrosity was too fast; it read her and swiped its thick bear-like claws across her abdomen, throwing her tens of metres, blood pooling around her unconscious body.
"HAZEL-ghk!" Hasan wailed, his arms being pushed closer and closer to his chest, the stick creaking, cracking and bending. He closed his eyes.
'God, why? Why is this happening to me?' Hasan plead to himself, tears beginning to form, 'I was just a farmer, and when I finally found something special, it gets taken from me like this? Was I that bad a person? Why do I deserve such a horrible fate?'
The stick snapped in two; Hasan instinctively shifted his head out of the path of the drooling behemoth, but couldn't do the same for the rest of the body. The beast continued, settling for his defenceless shoulder.
CRUNCH
"GAAAAH!"
The pain, he imagined to be horrible, was excruciating. His shoulder and collar bone snapped like twigs at the iron-like teeth of the monstrosity, the bone shards, sharp as knives, were plunged back into his flesh at the pressure of the beast's jaw. Warmness enveloped his right side; he couldn't even turn his head to look, but could imagine a torrent of blood seeping out of his wounds.
The beast wasn't done. After the initial bite, the Lycanroc kept it's jaws firmly around Hasan's shoulder, and then started To writhe, twist and contort. He experienced pain out of the realm of his imagination. The brute was powerful enough to throw his corpse around, teeth still in flesh. So strong, it paralysed his body, and only allowed him to scream at the top of his lungs, as his wound was further opened and ripped wide by the fiend's fangs.
His mind was empty, blood splattered into his face, flowed into his eyes, he couldn't think of anything. He could only hope that his suffering would eventually end one way or another.
He had truly lost everything.
A small distance away, a consciousness, tired out of its mind, was disturbed by waves of distorted noise. It prevented its craved slumber, constantly reappearing when it was finally at peace. Upon hearing the interruption several times, the noise was identified as a sound. The sound of someone. The sound of Hasan. He was screaming, in pain, struggling. Immediately, feelings of panic, fear and worry surrounded the presence. Memories came; it had to wake up, to get up, or it would lose everything again.
Fey's eyes slowly fluttered open. Initially a nice feeling came around, the sun's warmth gave comfort as well as the soft green grass. It was short-lived.
"AAAAAHGHK!"
Hasan's echoing screams threw her back to reality. She smelled the dried blood in and around her nose. She was back awake now, but weak, very weak. She could barely turn her head to see the Lycanroc tearing into Hasan, her eyes tearing, mouth trembling. She couldn't even use her powers. Looking further right, her eyes opened again, seeing the bloodied body of Hazel, lying in the beautiful green grass.
Her eyes closed in pain. She couldn't stop the memories from coming to her. The clan. Her parents. It was all happening again, and even worse. She was going to watch two of the most special things in her life disappear once again. But she could've done something; something better; something more.
But now, she was only a spectator, watching the eventuality of the inevitable….
'No.'
'I'm, not going to let it end like this. Not again. I want us to spend all our lives together. Our long lives. I want to study those books with them again; I want to go exploring in the forest with them again; I want to pick fruit with them again; I want-' Her tears continued to flow, 'Him to hold me again.'
'If it means I have to fight a monster, or a thousand, or the whole world, I'll do it. For Hazel. For Hasan. If that's what it takes, then, then-' Her teeth clenched.
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
FFSHHHHH
A ball of light blinded the forest edge. The Lycanroc finally released its jaws from Hasan's bloody shoulder and focused on the more menacing threat, growling at it.
Fey's senses grew. Her fatigue had disappeared; her bloody nose vanished. She felt taller, stronger. Her heart piece combined and congregated at her chest. She sported a white dress that flowed elegantly around her new tall and slim legs. She was now fully evolved; a Gardevoir.
The wolf-like beast sneered at its new rival, inciting a deadly glare from her. Her head was clear, but her heart was full of rage. About to charge, the beast crouched, before pouncing forward, approaching her at light speed.
She effortlessly lifted her arm and the animal was grabbed out of the air by a supernatural force. Pink essence surrounded the beast's neck; it was being hung. Fey didn't stop there, she turned her hand and the wolf's neck followed the same pattern, the body staying still. The wolf cried as it's neck began to twist out of it's normal range, dislocating neck bones and creating visceral gory sounds within its body. Her pink eyes watched coldly as she continued the twisting.
At a breaking point, the Lycanroc gave a final cry before its head was ripped from its body with stupendous force. The whole spinal column was also torn out, showering the green grass with murky insides and gore. Fey's rage had finally been satisfied, her glare still held firm towards the beast.
"Begone," she commanded, sending the corpse flying towards the forest at an ungodly speed.
A slight distance away, Hasan was finally released from his torture, but the wound left on him was gaping and bleeding. With the relief of suffering, he quickly started to lose consciousness, a tiny smile forming on his weary mouth, hearing a familiar, yet different voice reciting his name before everything turned to darkness.
Light finally entered Hasan's tired eyes. It was a nice feeling, finally being back in a bed. Unlike the usual times when he woke up in the morning, he felt like he couldn't move his body. He felt weary like an old man. Trying to sit up, a sharp pain bolted through his right shoulder.
"Ghk!" He winced, immediately returning to his original position.
"Don't move, you're still too injured."
His eyes widened. He knew that voice, and yet it sounded so much different. It sounded mature; womanly. he looked to his left to see Fey sitting next to his bed, holding his hand and displaying a worried look.
He hadn't even noticed his hand was being held, and how much warmth it gave him. Actually, it was because of this comforting embrace that the pain felt so bearable. More importantly-
"You- You evolved," he tiredly stated the obvious, with a dumb smile on his face.
Fey couldn't help but giggle at his expression, feeling more relieved than she ever did in her life.
"Yes," she smiled, "I had to."
Hasan then immediately remembered the previous events: "So that means-"
"Yes, it's gone now."
Hasan gave a huge sigh of relief, the thought of the creature gave him a glimpse of a rooted fear. The pain he once experienced he never wanted to go through again; the thought of which sent huge shivers around his whole body. Fey, who could deeply sense these emotions, held his hand firm, and wanted to make him feel safe. She swore to to herself she would protect him, as seeing him like this was more painful than any injury she could ever receive.
Hasan immediately returned to a worried state, "What about Hazel? Is she okay?"
"Yes, she was cut deep, but I was able to stitch her up like I did for you, but she's still unconscious."
He looked to his right. On the other side of the bed laid Hazel, bandaged up across he abdomen, but breathing fine.
Hasan could relax once again, "So how long were we out?"
"It's been three days."
"Three days?!"
"Yes," Hasan felt her hand trembling, "I read everything I could about medicine, and your injuries. I did everything right, but you still didn't wake up."
Tears were welling in her eyes. She closed them, "I was scared you would never wake, I was so scared."
Hasan didn't need supernatural abilities to understand that she needed comfort more than anyone.
"Come here," he said, trying to look as inviting as possible with his injuries, right palm open to indicate an embrace.
She opened her eyes, and barely took a second before diving into his torso, clinging hard onto him and wailing into his chest. He stroked her hair, constantly reassuring her that he was okay. After a few minutes had passed, she finally recovered and stood up to make some food which, apparently, she was able to make now.
Hasan, seeing her stood up, was finally able to see her full Gardevoir form-
'Huh?' Hasan blinked, then wiped his eyes with his non-injured arm, 'She-She has breasts?'
And large ones, too. Partly covered by the green section of her dress, they were big enough to almost hide her heart piece entirely, with it poking out the top of her cleavage at the base of her breasts. Looking further down, she had a slim waist despite what she was sporting on top.
He continued to analyse her, noticing her legs, 'They're slim, but only at the bottom, her thighs are pretty thick!' Hasan was now almost leaning off the bed with wide eyes, burning everything into his memory. He finally looked above her thighs as she walked away. Despite her dress being quite flowy, when she stood still, it would rest and outline a surprisingly perfect ass in shape and size as well. Sensing strange emotions behind her, Fey turned to see Hasan half off the bed, staring at her lower regions.
"What are you looking at?"
He froze, forgetting her abilities; he got caught lacking.
"N-Nothing! Just admiring your new form!" He nervously chuckled.
'Shit! What was I thinking? Did I just check out Fey? My head must be confused.'
She was curious, suspicious, even. Ever since her last evolution, she had been getting strange feelings, too. Hasan had told the two girls that they might end up getting 'hormones' once they reached a certain level, but never explained any further than that. Now, similar hormonal emotions came from Hasan and she wanted to know why.
She swiftly approached him, a stern look on her face.
"W-What's wrong?" Hasan tried to figure out what she was thinking; she stayed silent.
'Is she angry? I could be in danger here,' Hasan sweatdropped.
She stood beside the bed, staring down at him, face still looking dangerous. Then, without warning, she climbed onto the bed; onto him.
"What are you doi-"
She then straddled him, placing her hands on his chest. Hasan didn't move, speechless at the moment.
"What is that feeling?" she asked, trying to analyse his emotions, "It's stronger now."
'This woman! Of course it's stronger now! Is she trying to tease me? This is seriously bad, if she keeps doing this I won't be able to contain-'
She leaned down, holding his cheeks in her hands, staring within an inch from his face. From this position, looking down, her cleavage was completely exposed to him. He tried to avert his eyes, but his teenage hormones had him in control. His eyes drifted lower. The opening at the front of her dress was slightly open and he could see a glimpse of something. Something pink. Something like-
His eyes widened, 'She-She has a?'
Hasan was now in a dire position. Her newfound charm was going to be the death of him if he didn't find a way out. Everything she did made it worse, increasing the feeling, and increasing her interest.
"Alright!" He relented, "Alright, I'll tell you, but you have to get off me."
She smiled in glee, "Okay!"
Before getting off him, she gave a tight hug, squishing her breasts on his chest.
'Too soft! Too soft!'
After recovering slightly, later in the day, he sat at the living room table with a book in his hand.
"Fey, come here, I need to show you something."
Excited, she quickly joined him, "Alright!"
Before he was able to even start, she walked right in front of him before jumping onto his lap.
'What the f-'
"Fey, What are you doing?"
She turned to look at him, unfazed, "We always do it like this."
They did. When she was a Kirlia, but the problem is her-
'Ass! Her ass is too nice! It's soft and yet keeps its shape so well; for some reason it fits perfectly in my lap.'
She leaned back into him and sighed, "Doing this was always so pleasant; you were always so warm and comfortable."
'You're too comfortable too!'
"It helped me focus as well."
'I can't focus like this!'
Hasan hadn't noticed how much bigger and heavier she had become now. Sitting on his lap, she was actually taller than him, and if they were standing next to each other, she would only be about an inch shorter than him, at around six feet high. Her back also had a sexy arch and, once again, it sat nicely against him.
'Shit, why is she so damn comfortable!?'
Hasan had to relent, "Fey, I can't teach you like this any more; I can't see where I'm looking."
"Mmm… Fine," she pouted, before moving off of him and sitting to his left, stealing his arm and hugging it like they were on some date.
'My heart won't be able to take this.'
Trying to move on, he rested the book on the table, one about the anatomy of Pokemon that was left by his sister. It went further into Fey's species and how they worked.
"Fey, now that you're an adult, your body works differently," Hasan started, "As an adult Pokemon, it becomes your natural obligation, I guess, to reproduce and continue your bloodline."
Fey listened to him, whilst peering at the images and texts in the book, her curiosity being filled.
"This process is different for all Pokemon, but generally, you will find a mate, a Gallade, and reproduce. They will then become your family."
"Just like that?"
"Well-," Hasan could just tell her the process, but considering wild Pokemon aren't taught this, he figured they would find out themselves, so to keep it natural, he decided to stay silent.
"You'll figure it out when you reach that point."
Fey thought about what Hasan said and frowned. She didn't want to meet some stranger and become intimate with them.
"What if I don't want to do that?"
Hasan looked at her, "Start a family?"
"If I could have you guys as my family, I'd be happier."
He smiled, "I guess we are, but you'll eventually feel that way too, anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll find out. It'll be this season. Pretty much no Pokemon can resist the urge."
"Do you get it?"
"Well, not exactly, males don't receive it."
"So why would they want to mate with me?"
"I'd say because they find you super attractive," He smirked, "That's the feeling you were experiencing when you evolved; the feeling to mate."
She paused at his words, before looking at him with an innocent and expectant face.
"Do you… find me attractive?" she didn't know why the words were so hard to say, as if she felt embarrassed around him all of a sudden.
Hasan was surprised, "Fey I'm a human, we're a different spec-"
"Yes, but are you attracted to me?" She pressed on, a blush forming on her face.
Seeing her like that got him flustered too, "W-Well, you know, uh…"
'Damn it! What's with those eyes!? She's so innocent! I can't lie to her when she looks at me like that.'
His embarrassment made her more embarrassed once she felt his emotions.
'I shouldn't tell her something that'll make her go down the wrong path, but I can't deny the way I was looking at her earlier.'
He gulped, "Yeah, I guess."
Her eyes widened, a smile formed and she dove into an embrace. She rubbed her head under his chin as if she were a dog kneading its scent onto its master, arms around him, feeling his warmth.
He couldn't help but chuckle, seeing how happy she was at a small comment. She eventually came back to make eye contact with him, and, in that moment, in that very moment, she felt so elated, so cherished, she held his face in her hands and closed the distance between their faces.
'Is this girl gonna lick me? I swear if she li-'
chu
Hasan's heart ceased to function for a second, before returning at a rapid pace. She had planted her lips right onto his.
'When did she learn-'
She pulled back, face even more flushed.
It was better than she imagined. She had always thought about doing it, but never saw the reason. As soon as they became one, it sent shocks around her body, excitement raised her heart rate. Both her and Hasan's mental states went up in smoke, and her weird attractive feelings increased tenfold. She also felt his emotions hit her, too. The same ones from when he looked at her in bed.
"Fey, uh, I think we need to rest," Hasan tried to diffuse the situation, not sure what to make of it himself. He enjoyed it, but he knew it wasn't right. If her future was inevitably going to be how the record stated, it would be worse to create such a relationship. More importantly, wasn't it wrong morally? The town he lived in accepted it, but there was always a weird feeling of discontent around the subject.
"O-Okay," She replied, looking away, still blushing.
Later that night, Hasan couldn't fall asleep. So much change had happened in a short amount of time, and now he couldn't even trust himself to keep Fey in check. He totally had it in him to stop her from kissing him, but, truthfully, he didn't want to. He basically admitted to himself he condoned everything that was going on. The idea of that scared him.
'I need to start thinking straight. If I don't, I'll go down a treacherous path.'
Lying next to an unconscious Hazel, Hasan decided to take his mind of the subject, and tried to get some sleep. The near silent hum of the night-time forest edge dragged, and he soon began to snore.
The morning light, dimmed by the blinds on the windows, was still bright enough to lift Fey from her slumber. She awoke, laying next to Hasan. Her sleeping form had grabbed him, using him as a huge teddy bear during the night, leaving her basically spooning him with her arms around his chest. She savoured the embrace, aware he'd probably be unhappy about her doing that to him. She smiled, remembering how animate he was doing his sleep, as well.
"Maybe you did this, not me," She giggled.
Hasan began to moan, toss, turn and babble nonsense from time to time. This always happened a few minutes before he woke, and he would constantly deny it to the girls, saying they were teasing him. He turned himself over so they were face-to-face, and continued his gibberish. She giggled again, imagining how much he would reject it later on.
These moments would always stir her heart, or her heart piece, to be exact. It was what she imagined to be the source of her abilities and senses. She felt it the most when she was with the people she loved, or doing things she loved to do. Closing her eyes and imagining the future of the three always gave jolts of excitement.
"After you and Hazel recover, we should go back to-"
GRIP
"Ahn!" She tried to stifle her moan, her body reacting viscously.
Hasan, in his half-sleepwalking state, had a semi-firm hold directly on her heart piece.
It was sensitive. Super sensitive. The minute moments of his fingers caused all the muscles in her body to contract, and was a catalyst to her hormonal feelings. The clueless sleeper continued to rub the stone, whilst the reactive Gardevoir tried her best not to make a scene.
"Haaah… Hasan, let go," Her pleads were ignored. Lifting her hand to move his out the way, upon attempting to grasp him, he reacted by clenching harder, creating louder moans. Her only saving grace would be when he would eventually wake up, and figure out what was going on.
She began to shake him, trying to get him to wake.
"Hasan, Hasan wake uAAAGH!" A super-hard grasp made her emanate a shuddering moan, her whole body being electrified. The noise was loud, and Hasan's eyes finally opened, staring at a sweating, heavy-breathing, flushed Gardevoir, looking at him in desperation.
"Huh?"
"Huh?" He repeated.
"mmmgh!" The slightest move of his hand made her jolt again.
Hasan, finally understanding what was happening, swiftly let go of her heart piece.
"S-Sorry!" He had never seen her in such a state, "I must've done it by accident. I also had no idea it was so sensitive."
His surprise and apologetic nature immediately disappeared, being replaced by suspicion and annoyance.
"Hang on, I told you to sleep on the couch; it folds into a bed- Why the hell are you here?"
"I….I wanted to be with you," she gasped, still breathing hard and flustered.
'What's wrong with her? She's giving the same vibe as the other day, but it's different this time.'
"Haah…. Hasan… I feel weird.. Help… Help me," She panted, her face red, sweat dripping from all corners of her body.
Her body was hot. It was bothered. It needed something. Her desires craved a certain relief to release her form her state, but she didn't fully understand it. It brought her closer to him, though; every part of her raw instincts told her that he could save her.
He stared at her new state, bewildered. Why was she so flustered? Maybe, could it be?-
His eyes expanded in realisation
'Touching her heart piece put her into heat! She should be trying to find a mate right now, so why is she-'
The second realisation hit him.
"Hasan.. Hasan I'm sorry, but I need... I need to.." She clambered on top of him, not like when she straddled him before, she basically slithered on top, her sweaty, soft breasts being squashed and dragged across his chest, her plump legs tangling around his own, her fever-like body heat cooked him against the bed, and finally, her hands claimed a vice-like grip on his cheeks.
"Wait, Fey, fink about thish!"
The words passed through her. He couldn't move, either. The Pokemon's already superhuman strength practically doubled when she was in this state, pinning him helplessly underneath. Fey's breaths created visible vapour from the sheer heat of her own body, dissipating over Hasan's face.
She finally started to move, and dove straight for his lips.
chorp chorp chorp chorp chorp
Her kiss was completely different this time; she was basically consuming him, taking rounds on his mouth, briefly leaving for the need of oxygen, before diving straight back in. Her tongue almost immediately entered his mouth, and boy, what a tongue it was. It was long, it was slithery, and It was curious. First, it went straight for his own, coiling around it, then checking every one of his teeth like a toothbrush, and finally diving further down his throat, inciting small gag reflexes, lapping up any amount of mucus there. After she retreated, she would audibly swallow, and return back on the assault.
At some point, during the endless loop, Hasan's mind had more or less completely gone. The service being provided was heavenly, that soft tongue was heavenly, and he couldn't do anything about it. It left him in a sort of autopilot mode, spacing out and, admittedly, enjoying the sensations.
After minutes of pleasant torture, she pulled back, strings of saliva still connecting them, dissatisfied. It had done virtually nothing to her drive. She needed to do something; she had to do something, otherwise she would go crazy. During these few essential seconds of collection, Hasan was able to reconnect with reality, and try to end the situation as quickly as possible before his Pokemon fully lost it.
'I need her to calm down, but nothing's working! Since it won't dissipate, it needs to go by making her body feel like it has successfully mated…. Which means…'
He peered at her dress as she sat atop him, unable to see the promised land with his eyes, but was sure it was the only way. He began to sit up, immediately being halted by her, grabbing hold of his shoulders and keeping him down.
"Waih…. Waih…. I need you…" She puffed, eyes completely driven, "Please don't goh…"
"I'm not gonna leave you, that'd be the worst thing I could do," He held her wrists, waiting for her to let go.
She was reluctant, pausing for a few seconds before trusting him and letting him sit up. After a few seconds of untangling her legs from his, they were positioned on the bed with Hasan on his knees, and Fey facing him cross-legged.
Sitting close, he pulled her legs apart, fully extending them all the way behind him, before the final layer stood in his way. She didn't wear panties, after all.
He looked at her, "Does this dress come off?"
She nodded, reaching down and splitting the lower part of the dress at its centre, where it would usually separate to give leg manoeuvrability, by an unknown force. Hasan grabbed both sides of the curtains shielding paradise, her resistance in giving it up concerned him, as he didn't want to do anything she didn't like.
"I'm going to look, okay?"
Her face was in a deep blush, she hesitated before saying the words, "Only….. Only for you."
The statement hit him deep. Did he really think that nature was strong enough for her heat to only attract her to Pokemon, when she had already shared her closest feelings with him? He despised his naivety, and felt bad for saying those things to her the day before.
The removal of the final piece revealed an untouched, pink, and virgin slit. It was perfect. His eyes had burned the image into the deepest recesses in his mind; he would never forget this, even in death. Also, she was wet. Crazy wet. Her thighs were already semi-moist and her clit was already leaking slow streams of liquid. It was mesmerising. It was hypnotising. It was plump. Actually, it was really plump. The white lips looked juicy, tender, and lightly twitched at the feeling of the open air. There was the second hole further down, of course, closed tight.
"Don't…." she looked to the side, face as red as a tomato, "Don't stare so long."
'She's so fucking cute! I want to tease her! I want to tea-'
"Sorry, I lost myself a bit there," it was best he made her feel as comfortable as possible.
He positioned himself, ready for the final move. He would use his right index finger, and only one. This way, he had good control, and he wouldn't go overboard. He began to move it towards the goal, slowly and carefully, to preve-
"Can you…. Use…. Your mouth…. ?" She covered her face with her hands at this point, embarrassed beyond belief.
'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-'
"Alright," He replied, keeping a cool poker face, and moving on.
He then placed his hands around and behind her ass cheeks to secure himself, unable to resist a squeeze, inciting a small moan, and a cute pout. She lifted her legs so that they rested on his shoulders, before he approached with his mouth. Upon almost reaching the lips, beginning to twitch faster in anticipation, the radiant heat and smell of her sex pulsed into his face. It was addictive. He finally stuck his tongue out, straight, sharp and going right for the entrance.
SHLICK
"aaAAAUgh!" she screamed, beams of pleasure coming to her, and her reflexive reaction forcefully clamped her legs around his head, thrusting his mouth, nose and tongue deeper inside. Her moans continued, getting louder and echoing through the entire cottage for longer. For Hasan, he had never smelt or tasted something so raw. He couldn't get enough. His tongue swept up and down her entire labia, the lips contracting, squishing it between them. her intense reactions were verbally and physically present, forcing him in so hard he could barely move his head.
With no choice, he went for the only other option. His tongue pierced her sex, driving all the way to the hymen.
"Uugh... Haaaah!"
If he hadn't already experienced enough superhuman Pokemon strength, he was about to feel it. He now had both her hands gripping tufts of his hair, along with her tightened legs providing no escape for him. More than that though, her walls, short as the distance was to the hymen, contracted. Contracted hard. As if she were giving birth. Waves of liquid entered his mouth in a never-ending stream. Her juices had a bitter-sweet taste. His tongue occasionally was completely and literally trapped inside her when she jolted in pleasure. This was tightness beyond anything he could've imagined.
Feeling it was important to end it as soon as possible, before he suffocated to death, he released one of his hands from her sweaty cheeks and moved it towards the surgery table. There was one more place. One more thing he could try. He prepared himself before closing his hand in on the G-spot.
"Agh!" she yelped, in discomfort rather than pleasure, "Not… Not there."
His hand immediately retreated, he had touched upon her urethra. He struggled to locate things accurately in his position. His vision was basically useless because of how close he was to it, his other senses were heavy distracted as well. More importantly, he had never done so much as kissing until this point.
Sliding his hand down from her umbilicus, as sensitive as the rest of her body, he made his way all the way down, past the bladder and past her completely hairless pubic area to finally feel the top of her labia again. He grazed upon her clit for a second in his search, feeling her whole body tense up at that moment. He found it.
He quickly moved his fingers and gently squished the tiny bulb.
"aaAAAAH!.. HAAAah!" her noise could be heard from outside the cottage, her heat made everything sensitive, of course, causing this to be on another level.
He tried different methods of stimulating the clit, with mixed results. After finding her favourite technique, a mix of twisting and rubbing between his index and thumb, he continued to do it whilst moving his tongue. Her body, at this point, shuddered like crazy, approaching the final climax.
She basically cut the blood flow to his brain, clamping harder than ever before.
"uugh…. Haaaah!….AAAAAAAAH!"
Her face became one of pure ecstasy. Eyes had rolled back to the top of her head, her mouth hung open, streams of saliva inside. A wave of juice blasted into Hasan's mouth, his tongue was strangled by her walls, his curls were massaged by her hands.
After the few seconds of elation had swung over, the fatigue set in for both of them. Hasan finally retreated his head from her legs, inhaling the starved oxygen and feeling blood flow return to his brain. Fey collapsed on top of him, not asleep, but completely done. She smiled at him with heavy-lidded eyes, slowly kissing his neck, chin and forehead.
"Hasan," she began, "I love yoouuu..."
She slurred her words, drifting into a slumber. Hasan could only smile at the way she looked, but also felt concerned for what this meant.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he debated to himself, "She won't be able to enjoy a family with me, obviously, but she could if I never involved myself with her like this."
He felt guilty. At the same time, he was glad that she chose him. He also had another problem. Shifting away from her, he looked down at his fully erect manhood. The whole experience was very stimulating, she kept teasing it when she was on top of him with her thighs and belly, but he never managed to get his own relief.
'I can't leave it like that, I'm way too excited to let it die down.'
He stood up, before making a beeline for the toilet.