There were thousands of miles between them, much of it ocean, but Sabrina and Caitlin nonetheless embraced. They were in their bedroom in Kanto together, at Sabrina's house, even though Caitlin was in her own bedroom off in Unova. Distance was no problem for the two psychic prodigies, even such nonnegotiable distances. Caitlin hadn't been in Kanto for two months, but every night they slept together and made love, never left wanting, never feeling lonely or pent up.
It was a shared corner of their minds, which were so linked that it was effortless for one to communicate with the other, or to enter each others' heads. At the border between them was the shared space they had created, a perfect replica of their bedroom. It could well have been anything, but it was fitting and familiar, and it was as though they were physically sleeping in the same bed. For two people whose consciousnesses bordered each other all the time, there was practically no difference.
Everything they did appeased their senses, made real by the power of their thoughts, the sheer depth of their abilities. They could make themselves feel or perceive anything, so it was as though they truly were lying next to each other. Every word and moan rang out sweetly in their ears, and every last touch and kiss was so real that they often forgot it was all a construct. It was all so real, and their powers were so potent that aside from the ocean between them, it was as real as it could be.
Sabrina lay beneath Caitlin, the only remaining article of clothing being her tank top, pulled up to reveal her breasts. Their kiss was wild, Caitlin holding the reigns and guiding it, playing dominant for the night over the older trainer. Her hands lay on Sabrina's hip and her face, but psychic hands groped at her everywhere and pinned her wrists down to the bed. She whimpered at every squeeze, playing powerless to the blonde and writhing. Squandering their psychic powers in the bedroom was a wonderful thing, and only special occasions saw it not being used. They took turns pleasuring each other with their abilities, exploring all the different ways their powers could be used. They hadn't yet found all after a year of being together, though they often fell into a few favorites. That night they indulged in the main one.
Almost. It took Sabrina for a loop when Caitlin hitched up her skirt and pressed her slick, soft mound against hers. That wasn't in the program at all; usually she would be suspended upside-down and be forced to eat Caitlin out. She was about to ask what, but Caitlin bit down hard on her lower lip and she whimpered instead. It didn't matter though, because seconds later she felt something, and knew immediately what was happening. It thrilled her.
The feeling became known immediate, a strange sensation filling her deep and slowly expanding. When Caitlin moaned and rocked her hips, the growth moved with her, and it clicked for Sabrina. Caitlin was developing a penis made of pure psychic energy, a construct growing on her groin and slowly expanding in size until it was the perfect fit to fuck her with.
It took no time at all, or what felt like no time, for it to finish expand, to fight her tightly. It wasn't entirely shaped like a normal penis; it was ribbed. For her pleasure. Once it reached its full size, Caitlin began slamming into her immediately, feeling all of the tactile feedback as though she had a penis. She fucked her hard and recklessly, topping her just as hard as expected, but with a twist on it that had thrown Sabrina off. She only played dominant, but the confusion and shock made her whimpering legitimate.
Her hips jerked eagerly against the fake penis, and she moaned loudly. It was so long since she'd had sex with any man, and it was a feeling she missed and reveled in, it being so different. That the girl she loved was the one providing her with these sensations was bizarre and arousing. It didn't feel like a strap-on at all. It felt real, warm, and fleshy, even if it wasn't. It was a lovely feeling only deepened by the return of Caitlin's lips to hers, and how the hands still squeezed and groped her forcefully.
There was no way she could ever go back to sex with a non-psychic. Or anyone but Caitlin, for that matter.