Author's note: I own nothing but the original characters. Pokemon and related trademarks are the property of Nintendo.
EliteDog: Yeah, the lemon I wrote was not as strong as some I've read, but I figured better safe than sorry on the warning. (Though to be honest, for my first sex scene, I think it turned out pretty good.)
Language warning on this chapter:
The light poured into the window and began to warm Gardevoir's body awake as she lay on the bed. She started to open her eyes, but she had to turn away from the window because the sun was blinding her.
Damn, she thought, how long was I asleep?
She looked around for a clock on the wall and was relieved to find one.
Only seven o'clock? Damn, it gets light early here.
She willed herself off the bed and began rummaging through her bags in search of clean clothes. Pulling out a pair of boyshort panties, she stepped through them and pulled them up. She then grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts and set them on the bed as she ate a couple more of the berries she had found at the start of her journey.
An hour later, having gotten dressed and having packed her bags back up, she left the card key at the desk and watched as the Clefairy attending playfully tossed it around and around.
She walked on until she came to the railway station.
There were more people than Pokemon in the station as she walked inside. As far as she could tell, she was the only Pokemon who was unattended. She took the rail pass out of her luggage and walked up to a man in a dark, official-looking uniform.
"Which train goes to Saffron City?" she asked him.
He looked up at her, his face blank. He glanced down, saw her luggage, then asked, "You alone?"
She nodded.
"Train 2 is the Pokemon-only train. That goes to Saffron. We leave in ten."
She walked off, looking for Train 2. She didn't have to look for long, as she approached a set of cars that seemed to convey a modern-day Art Deco image. She climbed aboard and began to hunt for a seat.
There were very few Pokemon on the train with her. A couple of Meowth were playing some card game that she wasn't paying attention to, and a Banette stood on her seat and looked out the window in her loneliness, but that was it for regular passengers. A solitary Machoke pushed a cart up and down the aisle as Gardevoir took a seat.
At least the car seemed clean and comfortable to ride in.
Absent-mindedly, she stared out a window as the train began to slowly pick up steam and leave the station.
She watched the hills and cliffs roll by as Machoke walked up the aisle again. The two Meowth were still engrossed in their card game. Meanwhile, the Banette walked over to her, showing no fear despite being a Ghost-type and thus weak to Psychics.
"Is it all right if I sit here?" the little Pokemon asked. "It's supposed to be a long trip."
"Be my guest."
"Thanks!" said Banette gratefully as she hopped into the empty seat next to Gardevoir. "It's not every day a Psychic-type lets me sit this close to them."
Gardevoir smiled. "Well, today's your lucky day. So where are you headed?"
"I'm off to Lavender Town to be with other Ghosts. How about you?"
Gardevoir told her, and in the process told her most of the story about her time with Micah. Deciding to err on the side of prudence, she did not tell her traveling companion that she and Micah were lovers.
"So you helped him beat the Elite Four and become Hoenn's Champion?" Banette asked. "That sounds pretty exciting."
"Well," Gardevoir began, "you should have been there…."
Micah was feeling desperate as he stared at the Champion, Wallace.
Wallace was now down to his final Pokemon, but it was his strongest: Milotic. Micah still had his Gyrados on hand, but he had been battered mercilessly against Wallace's own Gyrados, and now he was in sorry shape. Nevertheless, Micah desperately hoped that he could hang in there and win this last battle. He had Gardevoir in reserve in her ball, but since they first made love, he had grown increasingly reluctant to let her battle, knowing that if something terrible happened to her, he would place the blame on himself and bear it the rest of his life. She, on the other hand, was obsessed with strengthening her abilities in order to be ready for the Elite Four, and was willing to fight anything that moved. She even tried to fight a few trees, but that met with little success.
And now, with everything on the line, Micah was having a major nervous fit.
"Gyrados, Hydro Pump!" he yelled, the uncertainty looming in his voice.
The dragon reared back before letting an explosive, high-powered stream of water loose, but Milotic gracefully ducked it and all Gyrados succeeded in doing was to soak the nearest wall.
Without so much as blinking, Wallace commanded, "Ice Beam!"
Milotic unleashed an icy blast that slammed into Gyrados, spinning him wildly around for a few moments before he crashed into the ground unconscious.
FUCK! thought Micah.
"Last one, Micah," Wallace notified him. "For your sake, it'd better be your strongest."
"Unfortunately for me, I don't know if she really is," Micah said, sadly thinking to himself, I can't believe I'm actually doubting her right now. With a deep breath, he took her ball from his belt and let it fly. "GARDEVOIR, GO!"
She burst from her ball and landed on her feet, and that's when she looked up.
Holy shit.
"Gardevoir, use Psychic!" Micah yelled.
Well, here we go, thought Gardevoir as she began concentrating firmly on Milotic, soon unleashing a powerful wave of energy that stunned the rival Pokemon.
"Milotic, Surf!"
Much to Gardevoir's dismay, a wave suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and as she was nailed by both it and Milotic, she struggled to keep her head above water.
When the wave receded, Micah called, "Gardevoir, Hypnosis!"
Gardevoir, soaked almost to the bone from the last attack, stared as deeply into her foe's eyes as she could, but before she could finish the attack, Milotic turned away.
SON OF A BITCH!
Then she noticed the chewing the Milotic was doing, and then a familiar smell hit her, and her heart sank. Sitrus Berry. You gotta be fu-
"Ice Beam again!"
OH SHIT.
The beam traveled much too quickly for her to run, and in her desperation, she remembered what she had kept in her bra for safekeeping.
I knew wearing a bra in spite of my horn would have a purpose, she thought as she rapidly pulled an Aspear Berry from her cleavage and stuffed it in her mouth as the beam hit her, encasing her in ice.
Micah did not see her withdraw the berry, and was now frantically searching for a Full Restore, knowing that was his best chance to save her and stay in the battle.
He found his last one and was going to use it when he saw a puddle forming at the bottom of his frozen lover. Moments later, the ice block shattered as she broke free, swallowing the last chunk of berry and turning to face Milotic, evil intent in her eyes.
Gardevoir was telling her story when Machoke pushed the cart near them again.
One of the Meowth was dancing on the table in celebration of his win when he lost his balance and fell onto the cart, tipping it over and sending its contents flying. Gardevoir tried to get out of the way, but was too late as she wound up with coffee and pasta sauce and other things all over her.
"Oh dear! I am so sorry, miss!" exclaimed the Machoke as he began to clean the mess up.
Gardevoir left her seat and began to head towards the restroom.
"Where are you going?" Banette asked. "Aren't ya gonna finish your story?"
"I'm headed to the ladies' room to clean up. You want to follow me over and hear the rest?"
Banette followed her, and she continued:
Feeling a sudden burst of hope, Micah yelled, "Try Hypnosis again!"
Gardevoir tried again, and this time, she was successful. Milotic was asleep.
Now Wallace was frantically hunting for something to end his Pokemon's slumber. "Toxic!" he yelled, but got no reply.
"Gardevoir, Dream Eater!"
Gardevoir held out her hand as a red stream engulfed the sleeping foe. She felt herself grow stronger as she sucked the energy from Milotic.
"DAMN IT!" yelled Wallace. "I used my last Full Restore earlier! All I have is Full Heal!"
He took the spray container and sprayed it into Milotic, awakening her but costing him a turn.
Oh no, Micah thought. With Milotic awake, Gardevoir is going to have a hell of a time trying to finish her off.
There was only thing he could try now that could end it on the spot, but he knew how dangerous it would be.
I love you, Gardevoir, he thought to himself.
Then, at the top of his lungs, he let out a scream of "HYPER BEAM!"
Gardevoir, knowing the gravity of the situation, summoned every last bit of energy in her body as she began to glow brighter and brighter. She felt like she would explode.
Then she opened her mouth and unleashed a massive orange beam at Milotic.
The blast smashed her foe through a wall, leaving a massive hole. Gardevoir herself was knocked off her feet by the powerful recoil and slammed backwards into the wall and fell motionless.
Horrified, Micah ran over to her. She was weakly coughing and shaking as she lay facedown on the floor. "Oh my god, Gardevoir, are you all right?"
"Never ask me to do that again," she said, trying to catch her breath.
Wallace walked back in through the hole. "Well, congratulations. I've never seen anyone destroy that wall in a while. We had that happen a couple of times in the past but we repaired it easily because it usually was some small damage. This?" He swept his hand over the destruction. "This may take a while. And you knocked Milotic cold. Congratulations, Micah Gilchrist, you are the new Hoenn Pokemon League Champion!"
Micah and Gardevoir were speechless for a few moments, then they looked into each other's eyes and began kissing passionately. Wallace didn't even bat an eye.
After a few minutes of embracing, Gardevoir, her clothes in shreds, so much so that they were really non-existent, leaving her bra in tatters and only leaving her thong intact, pulled away from Micah's lips. "Master, could I maybe ask for one small favor?"
"Anything for you," he replied.
"The last lemonade. I want it."
Wordlessly, Micah reached back into his bag, found the lemonade, opened it, and gave it to her.
She chugged it down in seconds. Then she lay on her back, stared at the ceiling, and let loose a loud and very unladylike belch.
Gardevoir stood topless in the bathroom, trying to scrub the debris from her tank top. Banette sat on the edge of the sink as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "So what happened after that?" she asked.
"Not much. We got registered in the Hall Of Fame for winning, then we went out and healed up and celebrated. Of course, later that night, we had a celebration of a much more intimate sort. Strange thing, though," she added. "We went all night and into the next day, making love in the bed, on the floor, on the table, and in the shower, and yet just for a few moments after we beat the Elite Four and Wallace, the feeling I had after we won was better than all the sex I had experienced. Still isn't much that can top that for me."
She looked up and saw buildings fly blurrily past through the window. "I think this is my stop."
"Mine too," said Banette, hopping down as Gardevoir put her wet top back on.
Several minutes later, the two said farewell and wished each other luck on their respective journeys.
Gardevoir walked out of the depot, bags in tow, and was crossing the road when a truck swerved around the corner at high speed and nearly hit her. She jumped out of the way just in time as she caught a glimpse of the driver through the driver's side mirror and saw, to her disgust, that it was the same idiot who almost ran her over the day before.
"GET OUT OF THE ROAD, YA DUMB BROAD!" he yelled as he drove away.
Enraged, Gardevoir raised both hands and gave him the double bird.
It was the best non-sexual feeling that she had felt in weeks.