A/N: Okay, fair warning. I am rating this chapter "M" for sexual content between two pokemon. However there are some parts in this chapter relevant to the story, so I will leave some Author Notes to let you know where the sexual content starts and ends in case there are some readers who are not comfortable with reading it.
So let's start with right now, this chapter is beginning with sexual content. Scroll to the next Author's note if you would rather not read it.
Chapter 15
Three and a half years ago (6 months before Genesect)
Mewtwo put his hand on Naiya's shoulder as he kissed her, and gently pushed her to lie back onto the soft grass. He could taste the sweetness of the wine on her lips; it was intoxicating and addictive, and it twisted his thoughts as he deepened their kiss, wanting more.. Keeping balance on one elbow, he placed his hand on her cheek, ran his fingers through her hair then down her chest and let it rest at her waist.
Naiya began to trace her hands down his back, then up to his shoulders and around his ribs to his chest plate. Her gentle touches were stirring a new urge in him and driving him forward. His breath became shaky as he began to rub his body wantonly against Naiya's as her hands made their way down to his belly and around his hips.
Suddenly a low rumbling began in his chest, Naiya broke the kiss and began laughing, "I didn't know you could purr!"
Mewtwo was surprised by it too, "Neither did I!"
"It feels nice though," Naiya said, pulling Mewtwo closer, and closing her eyes dreamily.
Mewtwo's purr grew louder and more intense as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck; kissing and gently nipping at the soft flesh. He could feel himself becoming aroused as his movements became more insistent.
Mewtwo felt as the slit between his legs opened up and his hardening member unsheathed. Naiya seemed to know exactly where to touch to put him in such a state. When he looked down at her face, she nodded, stating her readiness. But she didn't look ready to Mewtwo, she didn't seem nearly as turned on as he was, she seemed a little too focused. He had to correct that.
Placing his hand on Naiya's belly, Mewtwo slid it down to her inner thigh, gently pushing it to the side to allow his hand access. Then he brushed his hand back up along her leg to her most private and sensitive nook, gently stroking his fingers against her to stimulate her further.
There was a strange flash of frustration in Naiya's eyes, as Mewtwo was attempting to bring her to a more aroused state. He began nuzzling her again as he listened to her breathing becoming more and more rattled. When she tilted her head back, closing her eyes and moaned, Mewtwo could tell he was close. Once she grew wet from the ministrations of his fingers, Mewtwo then felt they both ready. He looked into Naiya's eyes and she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips and pulling him to her, almost demandingly. Mewtwo granted her wish and looked into her eyes as he began to slowly push himself inside her.
And this marks the NEAR END of sexual content between Mewtwo and Naiya. However, the first paragraph AFTER this conversation, between Misty and Mewtwo, contains sex. If you don't want to read it, scroll past said paragraph and enjoy the rest of the chapter!
"Misty, do you know what happens when two psychics are in the process of mating? As opposed to only one or neither of the partners being psychic."
"Is this part really relevant?" Misty asked, growing uncomfortable. Mewtwo wasn't going into any details with her, but she didn't prepare herself for ever having a conversation of this nature with Mewtwo. Mewtwo did understand her discomfort, however it was relevant, and when he nodded Misty sighed, "No, I don't know…"
"Their barriers drop, and their minds become one," Mewtwo began to explain, "sharing memories, and past experiences; all happening in a split second."
Misty detected the ominous tone in Mewtwo's voice and suddenly seemed afraid, "What did you see?" she asked quietly.
Mewtwo was purring loudly now, he kissed Naiya hungrily and she moaned with each thrust he made into her. Mewtwo felt his mind begin to go numb as he went deeper and deeper into his aroused state, he could feel his mental barriers begin to drop, leaving his mind fully exposed for Naiya's explorations. And, unable to stop herself, Naiya's barriers did the same; it was strange though, how she seemed to try and fight it…
Mewtwo was disoriented at first, when he felt time slow down as he entered the world of Naiya's memories; colors and shapes flew by his mental vision, until he was finally able to focus on one. He found himself in the backyard behind a small house; there was a garden along the fence on one side with a fire pit centered in that half of the yard, and a children's play set on the other half. Dividing the yard was a stone pathway leading from the patio of the house to the pond centered at the end of the backyard. Mewtwo turned around at the muffled sound of a young pokemon crying, there was a small, shiny Ralts, on her hands and knees, seemingly having tripped and scraped her knees on the stone pathway. An old man stood up from one of the chairs on the patio and rushed to young Naiya's aid. He picked her up, dusted her off, and walked her slowly to the pond. This must be Naiya's earliest memory, Mewtwo thought as he smiled.
The vision shifted, and Mewtwo eagerly sought out the next memory. And he saw plenty more, Naiya learning to control her psychic powers, using basic psychic attacks. Mewtwo saw the day she evolved into a Kirlia, and he felt the same pride in his heart that he was sure the old man felt. Then there were memories of Naiya receiving coaching from other trainers; the old man was watching in the background, seemingly tired and having less energy than he did when Naiya was just a Ralts.
Then came the memory of the day she evolved into a Gardevoir, the old man looked at her, beaming with pride that he was able to raise that tiny Ralts into such an elegant creature; and he was proud of her too of course, for having come so far. After that, coming in in almost strobe-like flashes, Mewtwo saw the old man's condition worsen, Naiya aiding him in any way she could, the increasing helplessness in her eyes as nurses would visit the house and check on him more and more frequently. When it got to a point where the old man could no longer live in his home and had to be moved to a hospital, Naiya looked after the house, keeping it clean, and at night, she would teleport into his hospital room, sit next to him as he lay on his bed, growing more and more frail. Those last few images seemed to be on a loop until the day came where Naiya entered the hospital room and held the old man's hand. Mewtwo couldn't hear anything, but when he looked at the old man, his eyes seemed to be pleading as he was saying something to Naiya; he was afraid. As the man gripped Naiya's hand almost desperately, her eyes had shown with despair. The man smiled, and reached his hand up comfortingly to her cheek, his own fear quickly forgotten. Naiya seemed to force herself to smile back at him as her eyes glowed and the man's eyes drooped as he fell asleep. Mewtwo watched with sorrow filling his heart as the pulses on the heart monitor next to the bed started to show weaker and weaker, until the flat line came. In that moment, Naiya broke down in tears, bowing her head and crying in her anguish.
Then something else happened. As Naiya was crying, her body began to glow brightly and Mewtwo saw some parts of her begin to change. Mega Evolution? Mewtwo thought, Naiya never told him that she managed the mega-evolved form of her species. When the glow faded, she looked drastically different; the plate on her chest split into two, her torso and skirt had turned to black, as did her hands and forearms—almost like she was wearing gloves that could stretch all the way up to her elbows. It was like she was already holding a private funeral for the old man.
However, she seemed oblivious to her drastic change as she continued in her grieving. Nurses began to rush into the room, but had stopped just past the doorway when they saw the sight of the mourning Gardevoir.
Mewtwo allowed the vision to shift again, and saw as the still-grieving Naiya was trying to join with the others of her kind. Some rejected her with anger, and others with sadness and regret; they couldn't let her in, otherwise they'd risk endangering their entire clan. Naiya was given some food to keep going and, with the pain of rejection in her eyes, she went on her way.
The vision shifted again, and Mewtwo was surprised to find that the next vision was not in the Pinwheel forest like he expected. It was a different forest, just on the outskirts of Floccesy Ranch, and it was the middle of winter. It was a gray day, and when Mewtwo looked around to find Naiya in the vision, he almost missed her; she had made a den underneath a large bush. It was rather sheltered, but when Mewtwo peeked into the den to see her, his heart cried out in despair for her; she was thin, and weak, obviously not getting enough food. But that wasn't the worst part; there were injuries all over her body, scratches and bruises from having lost a fight, most likely over food. She didn't seem like she was going to make it through the winter, worst of all, her curse seemed to have recurred; her eyes were void of all hope.
Mewtwo heard footsteps approaching from behind him and when he turned around, he felt rage at the newcomers, and fear for Naiya. It was a young woman in a Team Plasma uniform, and her partner pokemon, a Bisharp, the very one that Mewtwo saw attacking Naiya in the Pinwheel forest, and his darkness aura was flared to detect any threats.
They didn't seem to have noticed her den, and Mewtwo prayed they wouldn't. But like a predator attracted to the scent of its prey, that Bisharp sensed Naiya's Psychic presence, he turned and looked down, directly at the den. No! Mewtwo thought.
The woman turned to the Bisharp, "What is it Donovan?"
Mewtwo raised an eyebrow at the oddly fitting name. He watched apprehensively as 'Donovan' walked over to the bush and lifted its branches, revealing Naiya.
"Oh, wow!" the woman exclaimed quietly, she rushed over to get a closer look at Naiya. This brought focus back into Naiya's eyes as she reacted in fear, moving as far back into her den as she could, "Hey, hey, calm down, it's alright. You seem to have been through enough as it is." Her voice sounded caring, but Mewtwo could see the desire in the woman's eyes; she had every intention to capture Naiya, "Donovan," she said turning to her Bisharp, he stood, waiting for his order, "run back to camp and fetch some food for this Gardevoir."
Naiya's eyes widened in surprise as Donovan sprinted off, but quickly returned to fear as the woman crawled into the small den, "It's alright," she said soothingly as she reached a hand out to Naiya, who was now trembling in fear, obviously too weak to defend herself. The woman placed her hand on Naiya's cheek and continued making soothing noises as she inched her body closer and closer to her. Wanting—needing—this comfort, Naiya leaned towards the woman and sobbed into her shoulder as the woman held her and rubbed her back comfortingly, "Poor girl; you're grieving!"
This makes no sense! Mewtwo couldn't understand what was going on. Confusion setting in, he turned away from the scene to see Donovan returning with a container of food and a first aid kit.
Mewtwo frowned as the scene shifted. He needed answers, and while he hoped he would find them in the next vision, a small part of him also dreaded it.
When the next scene came into focus, he was in a lab, the tanks and machinery looked horrifically similar to that which he was cloned in. Mewtwo felt his anger flare up when he saw the woman shaking hands with the lead hunter of the group he saw in the Pinwheel forest. They had just struck a bargain.
"So, they finally found him." Mewtwo turned to the speaker to see Donovan smiling with satisfaction. Donovan looked past Mewtwo at whom he was talking to and began to walk forward, "You're sure you're ready for this?"
"I have to be," a voice answered calmly, Mewtwo felt his heart slam down into his stomach, it was Naiya, "We only have one shot at this, and we don't know how much longer he's going to be in Unova for."
Mewtwo turned as Donovan passed him, and watched as the Bisharp approached Naiya, careful not to accidently harm her with his blades, This can't be true!
"I'll be coming, to help those hunters out, they'll need someone to protect their minds from his snooping." Donovan said, as genuine remorse grew in his voice, he grabbed Naiya's hand. "I hate what I am ordered to do to you…to set this up."
"A few cuts and scrapes won't kill me," Naiya said reassuringly, pulling Donovan's hand to her cheek so she can nuzzle it. Narrowing her eyes at Donovan, she smiled slyly, "Ready for a battle before we go?"
Mewtwo's mind was whirling, No! Show him fear! Show him hate! Look just a little reluctant, PLEASE! Mewtwo felt despair begin to overwhelm him as his world crumbled when the Naiya he knew dissipated like the illusion she turned out to be. He felt horror crushing his chest and cutting off his air as this Naiya began to lean towards Donovan slowly, careful of the blades on his chest, No…, Donovan dipped his head for his lips to meet hers…
NO!
