Sorry about the fuckup with the line spacing and the italics guys. It doesn't accept the greater than and less than symbols I had intended to use for psychic speech.

But here's where it all gets good.

Previously on Gardevoir gets Pushy:

[There was a hurried reply: *Y-yes?!* She even /sounded/ guilty of something in his head. Usually her voice would be drenched in the giggles, barely contained. Oh how he wished to hear her burst into laughter at this point, to tell him that she wasn't being serious...]

But no such relief was brought to his ears. She almost seemed as though she was embarrassed by what she had done, which meant this wasn't a joke. This was all going to end up being all too real.

There was an uncomfortable silence as neither party seemed to be able to get the courage up to speak. Arthenius sitting on the edge of the tub and trying his damnedest to get his raging woody down. Lauren still laying on the bed, staring at the door. Even more silence.

Arth felt trapped. The only way out of the room (no windows) was through the door which would lead to the succubus of a Pokemon that was laying on his bed. He knew that things would only get worse if he got out of the bathroom and had to cover himself because he had a boner. He stared down at his crotch with a sour expression. Why the hell he couldn't just calm the hell down, he didn't know.

The way he saw it, there was only one solution: he would have to do something that he swore to himself as a fourteen year old he would never do again. He hesitated for a moment before his hand found its way down to his member. He felt so...dirty for doing this. Probably because he was.

He paused, listening for Lauren in the other room, but he didn't hear anything. He conjured up that image of Gardevoir naked again. He imagined her laying down on her bed, one hand massaging one of her DD-36 boobs, the other one drenched in her own essence between her legs.

His eyes closed and he began to masturbate.

In the other room, Lauren had begun to grow impatient. She sat up on the bed, having been expecting him to come charging through the door to take her, but unfortunately for her no such instance was going to be occurring any time soon. Thus, she stood and crept over to the door, pressing one ear against it very cautiously.

Through the wood of the door, she could hear small noises coming from the interior. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Arthenius was in there wanking his dick off. *I wonder...* She silently questioned herself as she closed her eyes, sending her psychic energy into the room and into her trainer's brain.

By this point in the Elite Four Champ's fantasy, Gardevoir was riding her fingers to a third orgasm. Her face was a saturated red color, her breathing labored as though she had just run a marathon...

Gardevoir retracted her consciousness from his abruptly. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times to make sure that she was seeing not what she wanted to but actually what he was thinking. Sure enough, when she tried again, she saw the same thing (well, this time, she was getting eaten out by her sister, Avery, but that's beside the point).

A mischievous smile was present on the Psychic-type's lips. Her eyes glowed briefly as she used her signature move: Psychic. The lock on the inside of the bathroom door very slowly began to move, the weak deadbolt pulling back inside of the door as opposed to the frame, thus unlocking it. She held her breath, trying to contain her laughter as she reached one of her delicate yet strong hands out to the door handle. She turned it very slowly, not wanting to provide any noise that would alert her target. Thankfully, the hinges didn't creak as she swung it open, inch by inch. She peeked her head around the corner to see what her situation was.

She had to restrain herself from cheering as she saw that Arthenius' back was to her. She extended a mental finger for a moment and slipped it into his mind, seeing that his eyes were closed. Even better.

Carefully, she, crept her way forward and into the bathroom. Her breath still held in her lungs, she realized, was causing them to burn. She let out a small amount of air before trying to get her breathing to nearly inaudible levels. His naked form was only a few feet away from her. She found her eyes tracing along his back muscles, across every centimeter of his perfectly chiseled triceps... His hair was slightly messed up in the back from how he had been sleeping, likely tossing and turning, and she felt her heart skip a beat. He looked so damn cute, it wasn't even fair.

Arthenius was not exactly a short person at a modest five feet ten inches, but Lauren had always towered over him ever since her evolution...Her legs had gotten incredibly long when her hips were extended and her bust increased, giving her the stereotypical modelic hourglass figure that the popular culture couldn't get enough of. She always loomed over him at six feet one, maybe two. She stuck one of these gorgeous long legs over the edge of the tub on one side of him, now holding her breath again. The other quickly followed suit on the opposite side, sitting down on the edge of the tub with him between her legs.

Arty's body was rocking forward and backward slightly, his face contorted in pleasure. One hand was actually bracing himself on the edge of the tub, the other on what was a seven inch erection between his own legs. He felt a breeze coming in, across his neck, but he was too focused on his fantasy to be able to register that a room with a closed door and no windows shouldn't be drafty.

The wind he felt, rather, was Lauren leaning in close to his neck. Her breath was soft and warm against his skin, causing goosebumps to scale his body, hair standing up on his arms, legs, and the back of his neck. She had no choice but to watch him for now...she needed to wait for just the right moment. It was torturous, being this close to the one person she had been dying to get her hands on every year she went in heat, yet just as now every time she had to bite her tongue, keeping her hands to herself and thrust herself into the pool of horny Gallade that plagued her everywhere she went during mating season. She very cautiously eased her energy into his consciousness, tapping his active train of thought to see what it was he was seeing in his mind...

His faithful Gardevoir stood up from where she was, as if just noticing that he was in the room. Scented candles burned throughout the space, spilling out the gentle aroma of lavender through the air, a similar smell rising up from errant rose petals that had been scattered across the floor and over the bed, almost as though forming a runway. For having just been involved in a ravishing girl/girl/girl threesome with her sisters (this admittedly causing Lauren's nose to turn up in disgust at the typical pigheaded lust from a male, even her favorite one as she had been forced to watch), the phantasmic beauty was calm and collected somehow, almost gliding across the ground over to her trainer, who was standing coolly in a suit and tie.

She was garbed in her typical dress that was native to her species, but it now looked sheer as though regardless of the angle, light was shining through it and making it look translucent, giving Arth a slightly murky view of the temple that lay underneath. Her hips sashayed side to side as she walked, her sisters seeming to have vanished from existence (Lauren may or may not have banished them from his thoughts). Upon reaching her destination, the Gardevoir laid her hands gently over the chest of her trainer, his pectorals having been increased in size to give him a more heroic structure. He tilted his suddenly chiseled chin down to her, looking into lustful, innocent eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He felt both of her hands clasp around the black silk of his tie, undoing it with remarkable dexterity before giving a small tug on it to bring him closer.

The trainer almost looked smug, a smirk on his face as he craned his neck down a little to meet the lips of the Pokemon that was now a few inches shorter than him. Passion ignited between them, her fists tightening around his tie and his arms pulling her closer against his body, and classical music played softly in the background. When their lips locked, all of the candles in the room seemed to burn brighter, as though they were influenced by the fiery desire between the two of them to outshine the couple.

Gardevoir's lips parted slightly as she beckoned him forth into her mouth, Arthenius leaning forward so he could kiss her more deeply, his head tilting to the side slightly to get a better angle with which he could share his love for her. Love...lust and desire seemed to be devoid of this fantasy, Lauren noticed, and replaced with pure passion and love for one another. Arty's tongue slipped into her mouth, causing her to shift her weight from foot one foot to the other, her arms reaching up and around his neck. Their tongues danced together, she taking hers captive between her teeth and sucking gently on it, eliciting a quiet grown from the uncharacteristically dominant male. When she released him from the prison which he never hoped to escape from, his lips moved from hers and kissed her gently on the jawline.

Lauren's head leaned backward and away from his head, opening up the soft, inviting skin on her neck to the assault he was putting on her body. Gentle, brief pecks were felt against her ivory colored flesh, causing her to give a small whimper of pleasure. Her face was growing warm and red again, one hand coming to the back of his neck and holding it in place as he hit a weak spot on her neck, making her knees feel like they were made of jelly.

After a few seconds, unable to take much more of this, she brought the hand around from his head to his chin, lifting it slightly so she could kiss him again. Her other hand was deftly unbuttoning his white button-up...she didn't even remember taking off his sport coat, which lay forgotten at their feet. Her hands found themselves back on his chest, slipping down the recently freed skin along his stomach. She got to his belt and gave a sharp tug on it, moving his hips forward forcibly against her lower half, which was a mess hot of wetness, her 'nightgown' having been soaked a long time ago.

In remarkable unison they allowed their sexual desires to return, a flurry of motion beneath the waist as she undid his belt, yanking it ceremoniously out to the side of her body. She jumped slightly when he felt his hands, which had been dormant and well-behaved on her waist, slide down to her rear, giving her athletic cheeks a squeeze. She reached one hand back up to his chin, pulling it toward her as she French kissed him deeper, pushing her head forward toward his. Her opposite hand caused for a groan from the male, using her free hand to rub her palm against his crotch, fingers down and pointing toward the ground at their feet. She made a small noise of glee as she felt him hardening under her touch.

Suddenly Arthenius had had enough of this; he bent down slightly and wrapped his arms around her legs just under her butt, lifting her up. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his body, refusing to release the passionate lock her lips maintained with his as she was carried over to the bed. He laid her down on her back, and only then did she relinquish her grasp on him. Her ample bosom was rising and falling heavily, and he noticed that her dress had fallen in a way such that he could barely see part of her panties underneath, a red hue that matched the horn that was wedged unforgivingly between her fabulous breasts.

He studied her body for a moment, not wanting to let any of this time go to waste nor to rush it, and then he leaned down to kiss her again, his hands sliding slowly up her sides...

Not able to take any more of watching him doing to himself exactly what it is she wanted to do to him, Lauren decided to gently ease him out of his fantasy. If she were to do so too abruptly, he might freak out. Hell, he might even have a heart attack. Her tongue ran across her lips, moistening them greedily as she set about her task.

Using the greatest care, she raised her legs into the air, bending them at the knees and putting them so her thighs were on top of his, her calves underneath his, thus intertwining their legs. It was a bit of a disturbing thought, but like this she sufficiently blocked any escape he could hope to pursue. 'Escape'...no. Wrong word. She wasn't raping him. He wanted this...right?

Her trainer and longtime friend did not seem to react to this, so she had to advance her plan a little further so she could get to the good part. She leaned in close to the side of his head again, her teeth closing on his ear lobe. She gave a gentle tug to it, her tongue moving with purpose against her skin. When he gave a small grunt, he knew that she had him back in the realm of the waking. She licked up the side of his ear to the arc atop it, simultaneously speaking into his head, which was one of nine benefits of being a psychic-type: she could use her mouth for more than one thing at a time.

*Oh Arty~...* Her voice was singsongy... Innocent, gentle. Either way, it snapped him out of his trance in a fraction of a second. His body froze as his eyes flew open, a look of surprise and potentially fright in them.#

This created a smirk on the face of the feminine figure that held him in place with her body. In a similar way to how he had done in his fantasy, she placed her hands on his chest and slowly moved them down and along his body. Her lip quivered slightly when she grazed over the top of what was a chiseled abdominal area, hands running across two abs each. They made their way down to his thighs where she encountered one of his wrists, the end of which housing the hand which still had a firm grasp on his dick. She paused for a moment then gave a sudden squeeze, giggling in his ear, her mouth still millimeters away.

"L-Lauren! What in Arceus' name are you doing?!" Arthenius was in a daze, as though he had just received a rapid succession of Mach punches to the head. He couldn't seem to bring himself to move, though this was simply of his own doing; he was immobilized in fear and a strange sense of arousal.

The Gardevoir said nothing aloud nor telepathically, just pressed her firm, round breasts into the poor trainer's back. She rubbed at his thighs gently with her thumbs, and this made her friend uneasy. He made a move to stand, but the way she had his legs trapped made this a near impossibility. He was forced to just sit there on the orgasmic edge, stuck in place by his starter Pokemon.

A sharp intake of air could be heard from the shorter of the toe as the taller placed the nail of her index finger against the base of his shaft, slowly and gently scraping up as she whispered in his mind. *Were those the kinds of dreams you were having?*

Arth's cheeks were ablaze and his abdominal muscles had clenched and contracted as he fought to remain still as opposed to sending an elbow defensively backward and scurrying out of the room. She kissed at the side of his neck just as he gasped, leaking out a small amount of his seed onto her fingernail, which had just reached the underside of his head. He was panting, his eyes now closed in embarrassment. She was never supposed to see him like this; so vulnerable...

His thoughts were interrupted when she thrust into them one of her own: a picture of her, sitting behind him as she was, bringing her finger up to her mouth. She teased at her lips with it for a moment before sticking it one knuckle deep into her mouth, her eyes closing. She gave a soft "Mmm" as she sucked off the little bit of his essence that she had managed to withdraw. It was an incredibly erotic display, and it ended up being just what Arth needed to snap him out of his trance.

In an awkward flash of flailing and scrambling, the male managed to slip his way out of her grasp, falling anime-style face first into the tub, his upper half frozen in the air as bough he was doing some breakdancing move. There was a moment where he remained like this, then he clambered to his feet, one hand and forearm doing its damnedest to cover him, the other being used to point at the open door. His voice was supposed to be firm but came out shaky and breaking. "G-get out you...you horny anthrophiliac!"

She didn't budge. Shocking. Instead, she turned on the side of the tub to face him, one leg coming up and folding over the other, her arms similarly folding across her chest. Her voice was almost venomous, slightly cutting in his head. *Oh, there's something wrong with /me/? You're the one who was just in here masturbating to a fantasy about not one, not two, but THREE of my kind! You're a pokephiliac. Just admit it. There's nothing wrong with that. I actually think it's kind of cute.*

While she spoke in his head, hoping to catch him off guard as he listened to her, she stood from where she was, making her way the foot or two over to him. When she got close to him, she placed her hands on either side of his body, looking down the couple inches she had over him into his eyes. His were frightened and confused. Hers were bright and mischievous.

He didn't seem as phased as she had hoped, however. He instead ducked under one of her arms, leaping over the side of the tub and sprinting out the door. She turned in time to watch him running bare-ass naked into the bedroom from whence they had come. She smirked, sending her thoughts to him. *Cute butt.*

He froze where he was and his eyes narrowed, turning to look at her and scold her for what she had done now that he had some distance between the two. Unfortunately for him, this was the biggest mistake he had made all day.#

Right when he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed a disturbingly familiar color change in her eyes. "Uh oh." This actually came out of his mouth, much to a giggling Gardvoir's pleasure, as she used her Psychic on him. He began to glow an unusual, almost otherworldly color and was steadily lifted into the air.#

His eyes grew wide as dinner plates. He had seen her use this move countless times in their battles, but never before had he had it used on him. It felt weird, as though someone had strung him up like a puppet and was testing him out before he was danced around. Surely this had to cross some kind of written or unwritten line in the interaction between people and Pokemon.#

The puppeteer stepped slowly over the tub, being in no rush at all to cross the distance to her prey, floating precariously about two or three inches off the ground. As if suddenly remembering the concept of decency, his hands both made their way to his crotch to cover himself. Lauren paused for a moment, frowning and tilting her head to the side before continuing. Arthenius felt his arms being yanked forcibly up by his sides, an uneasy whimper escaping his lips.#

Lauren stopped about a foot in front of him and smiled. She raised his arms up and forced him to flex for her. Trailing a finger across one of his biceps before tightening his ab muscles for him, she moved closer and pushed her body up against his, arms wrapping innocently around him to give him a hug as if nothing unusual was happening. He felt his arms close around her as well. He was unsure of how to feel about this. She pulled back and apparently he did as well. She studied him for a moment before turning him around. He looked over his shoulder at her nervously, and about the same time felt his body move to where he was bent over provocatively, a small portion of the end of his index finger hooked into his lip in a typical 'naughty schoolgirl' look. He thought he couldn't blush any harder than he already was. He could. Lauren wrapped her arms around her waist, falling onto her rear and dying laughing. *Oh yes,* she thought to her new plaything. *This is going to be fun.*