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I pushed open the door of the club and stepped onto the street, both relieved at the reprieve from the pounding music that left me with a splitting headache and chagrined that my lead hadn’t panned out. Turned out the club could have battles within, and even had appropriate facilities.
“Shit…” I muttered, leaning against the wall and looking at the Pokemon Center across the street. How much of their demand came from this club? At least there were regulations.
A cry went up, a type of trill that I knew all too well. I dashed into the alley nearby and found two men dressed in dark clothing, that stupid red ‘R’ on it.
“Get in the ball!” One said, the red and white device in his hand flashing as it failed to draw the resisting Pokemon into it.
The other reached out to grab it, and the brief struggle showed me the green and white motif of a Gardevoir. Its red eyes turned to me, and it let out another cry.
“Hey!” I called out, drawing my sidearm from my shoulder holster. “Leave it!”
“It belongs to me!” the one trying to force it back into the ball whined, turning on me and blanching when he saw the gun. “W-what the hell is this?” He grabbed a ball and made to throw it.
Pokemon weren’t often violent towards humans, but the American offshoot of the ‘Team Rocket’ organization had opted to carry Pokemon instead of guns… and it turns out you could train one to attack.
“Yeah, yeah. 9mm, I choose you.” I said, scoffing at them. “Get the fuck out of here before you end up ventilated.”
“Fucking pig.” The other grunt spat and pushed his friend away from the obviously unhappy and terrified Gardevoir. “Dude, just get the fuck out of here. Don’t you see the badge?”
After another moment of tense silence, the two retreated, heading down the alley and out of sight around the corner. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.
“Speaking.” A voice on the other line said.
“This is Jensen. I need eyes.”
“They’re on the way.”
Click.
A few moments later, a Murkrow cawed at me as it swooped down to land on my arm. I patted the bird and pointed in the direction the grunts ran off, then swung my arm in a circle.
It cawed again, confirming my request for a surveillance orbit. Finally, I looked at Gardevoir and smiled. “Hey there, you’re okay. Here.” I pulled out my badge and showed it to her.
She shied away, looking around as if to escape. I waited a moment before offering her the shield. My name, badge number, and station gleamed brightly. “It’s okay, I’m a federal agent.”
Instead of looking at my ID, she reached out and put one of her… fingers? Were they fingers, or were they arm tips? Hands. They’re hands, so they must be fingers.
She lightly caressed the time-worn badge I wore on the front of my jacket. I felt something unusual wash over me as she blinked slowly, then bowed slightly, her right arm coming up to her chest before she stood back up.
Wait… she? I pulled out the worn Pokedex and, sure enough, this Gardevoir was a she! But how did I know before checking? I sighed and shook my head. Psychic Pokemon were always strange, and this one was a psychic fairy type!
The tingling grew, and I realized what it was. My badge… my old Japanese Elite Four badge! It always worked on hostile Pokemon, so of course it would work on a random Gardevoir!
“Alright, let’s get you back to the station.” I said and offered her the Pokeball again. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, emitting a shrill cry.
I pulled the ball back and pocketed it. “Then walk with me?”
She cocked her head, then shook it, letting out another trill as her finger touched my badge again. Hmm.
“Gardevoir, can you talk?” I asked.
“Gar?” she ventured. I took that as a no. Some Pokemon could speak to humans naturally. I’ve even heard of Gardevoirs doing it, but only in extremely rare circumstances and almost always via telepathy.
“Silly question.” I smiled at her and then tried to project a feeling. Literally thought as hard as I could about safety, security, and no harm. Gardevoir shuddered, and then a small smile softened her features.
“There we go.” I chuckled. “Alright, you can stay at my home tonight. Well, we should go to a Pokemon Center…”
Another vehement shake of the head.
“Alright, I’ve got a few potions.” I took one out of my pocket and sprayed it where she was bruised, and the effects were immediate. She looked much better, though a Pokemon Center would be needed to fully restore her.
She trilled her appreciation and looked to each side of her.
“My car’s over there.” I hooked a finger towards the entrance of the alley closest to us.
***
At first, Gardevoir didn’t really do the typical Pokemon thing of saying her name to communicate. A lot of it seemed to be a sort of mental empathy that she projected. I could understand it, just as she could understand me when I thought hard enough about a certain feeling.
Her verbalizations were a sort of trilling that was akin to her call. She had a very definite idea of what she wanted, and what she wanted more than anything was not to be returned to the local FPB station.
“Gardi, you know I have to take you there.”
Another negative trill, and a stern look. I sighed. “What am I supposed to do with you? I can’t put you in a ball, and you’re not a pocket-sized ‘mon…” I trailed off.
Gardevoir swept her hand around the house, trilling happily. Oh. I see.
“You want to… live with me?” I looked around my bachelor pad and sighed. It was… what it was. At least there was a separate bedroom and living room!
The Pokemon swept up against me, her mouth opening to emit a sound of delight as my mind was suddenly flooded with reinforcing positive emotions. I blushed a little; psychic Pokemon weren’t really known for their willingness to connect with humans like this. I patted her head and pulled out a berry, offering it to her.
Gardevoir took it and munched greedily, holding her hand out for another. When I hesitated, she looked up at me with her piercing red eyes, and I dutifully handed over another.
She went and made herself comfortable on the sofa while I went into the bedroom to change, wondering how I could just never say no to Pokemon!
A dark shape nuzzled me in greeting, looking out of the door. I rubbed my Umbreon’s head, scratching behind her ears. The silken-furred head pressed up against my hand.
“It’s okay, Gardevoir is nice.” I reassured the creature. Sneezing gently, she curled back up on the bed, yawning widely. I was feeling pretty exhausted myself.
***
I woke up the next morning with a pair of red eyes close to mine, and a happy trill when she realized I was awake. Starting a little, I realized that I had fallen asleep without even changing last night. Umber (I was younger… don’t judge me too harshly) the Umbreon was pressed up against me on one side, her nuzzle in my armpit. Gardevoir had chosen the other side of me, apparently seeing an open spot on the bed as an invitation to cuddle.
Pushing her away was out of the question. I didn’t know her history, and I had worked in the FPB long enough to know that most Pokemon were as empathetic as humans were, if not more so, and that psychic types needed special care.
“Good morning to you too.” I said, patting her head. “You must be hungry.”
A lick from Umber and a small sneeze made me realize that my needy Eeveelution was feeling jealous of our new housemate. I made sure she was dozing again before I got up and headed to the kitchen, starting another day like any other…
Until I got to work, that is. With much patience, I had convinced Gardevoir that she would be safe at my place.
“Jensen! Where’s that report?” My supervisor sidled up and snatched up what I was working on. “A Gardevoir? Been a while. Where is she?”
I explained the situation, and he snorted. “Well, you were bound to take one home eventually. Surprised you lasted this long, but I know you have your old team as well. A Gardevoir, though? What’s the matter, unlucky in love?”
His tease was meant to be harmless, but he hit a little closer to home that I liked to admit. Most women I had gone out with didn’t think highly of this kind of work. Guess I was going out with the wrong women, but I had had my fun in my youth working the Japanese leagues and having one fling after another with the female trainers there.
“Ha, you know me. Probably have more than a few kids in Japan I don’t know about.” I said, trying to come off as casual.
“Lucky bastard.” He chuckled and handed me back the report. “Well, just make a note of it if you decide to keep her. It’s rare one doesn’t want to go into a ball, considering how luxurious they really are.”
I nodded, glad for the change of subject. “I’ve seen it once before. A Misdreavous went berserk when a junior agent pulled a ball out. Lucky I was there.”
“Yeah, I remember that.” He sighed. “Not much in the way of trainers anymore. At least not here. At least we have fewer brothels now.”
I nodded. There had been a Pokephilia boom at one point, but then it disappeared like any other fad. Especially when the favorite Pokemon exhibited their displeasure at being forced into it.
Now Pokephilia was so rare that there were no laws against it, and like so many other sexual deviancies, most just treated it as some sort of joke, or a curiosity one might indulge in when the usual porn doesn’t do it for them.
“There’s just the one here.” I said. “They have the licenses, and the Pokemon are there willingly. The Shiny Gardevoir there is basically treated like a princess by her regulars and can communicate in perfect English.”
The senior supervisory agent snorted a laugh. “I went there with you, I still crack up at the horrified look on her face when we questioned her. Apparently her appetites are as esoteric as those of her clients!”
We had another laugh, and as the day wore on, my mind drifted to my date in a few days. Friday night… some things never change. We had met through my work, and things were going very well! I figured we had something going steady, and I was going to invite her to my place for an apéritif.
I really liked this girl; her eyes had a mischievous glint to them, and a corner of her lovely mouth always seemed to be turned up in mirth. She was a slight thing, but her force of personality made anyone think twice before stepping up to her!
So it felt like my heart turned to ice when she broke things off towards the end of our date.
“Wait… why? I thought things were going great!” I said, every syllable drenched in disbelief.
“Me too, Derek. Then it hit me… your work, you’re always away, and we’ve had to reschedule things more than I’d like. I don’t want to come in second to some… animals.” She sighed and got up. “Thank you for dinner, and for the fun we’ve had. I’m sorry.”
I numbly took the bill from the server, who was doing his best to appear extremely uninterested.
***
Sitting up in my bed, I took another drink. The stiff pour of good bourbon helped, but getting dumped was getting dumped. Umber sat on the edge of the bed, watching me intently.
“We need to give you a name.” I said suddenly, looking at Gardevoir. She cocked her head and made a questioning sound. “I think Freya is a nice name.”
Gardevoir seemed to think about it for a moment, and then she nodded, trilling her approval. She was Freya now!
“Unlucky in love, he says… like I need to seek the comforts of a Pokemon…” I swallowed another mouthful, and a thought crossed my mind. The blue and orange Gardevoir at the brothel had offered me a free session, but I declined out of embarrassment and insecurity.
Now…
“Freya?” I patted the bed beside me, and she came over. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her against me. She tensed at first, then relaxed, wrapping her arm about me as well.
I could smell her gentle scent, the soft musk of this specific Gardevoir. It was comforting, the heat of her body against mine, the way she pressed her head against me and made soft trilling noises to express her affection.
Her emotions washed over me. Trust, affection…
They repeated over and over. I pulled her closer and buried my face in her flat chest, my head pressing up against the spike protruding from it as the Pokemon’s scent gave me a comfort I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I just held her until I fell asleep, and when I woke up, my head was in her lap, a smile on Freya’s face as she trilled a morning greeting.
Umber was stretched out across my body, and with a low groan I realized hours has passed. It was very late, and I needed to change.
“Gar?” She cocked her head at me and smiled. “Ahh, heh.” She let out a soft sound and a small giggle. Umber climbed off me, looking at me as if she expected dinner to appear from my hand. Ah, crap… I totally forgot!
Thoughts of my ex were pushed from my mind as I prepared food for the two of them, then myself when I realized how hungry I was.
Later in the evening, I climbed into bed, freshly washed and sleepy. Freya was standing at the edge of the bed, as if waiting for an invitation.
“You want to sleep in the bed?” I asked, and she nodded, her face flushing a little. Something inside me did a little flip of excitement, but I did my best to push it from my mind. “Alright.”
She made a happy trill and slid under the blankets, the Pokemon pressing herself against me, tucking her head under her chin and maneuvering her soft chest spike so that it wouldn’t press against me.
Despite myself, I embraced her, my hand sliding down her delicate form and coming to rest on her butt, squeezing a little as my desires welled up.
Her mouth slightly open, she looked at me. “Gar?” She asked, a soft moan rising from her throat.
“Freya…” I licked my lips, not wanting to deny myself this but knowing what it meant.
I couldn’t hold back!
I pressed my mouth to hers, my arms tightening around her as I brought her as close as possible, her tongue lashing against mine as something throbbed inside of me. The heat of her sex was on my fingers as I explored her slender form, the psychic Pokemon sending intense feelings of pure desire into me!
She was ready, willing, and…
It was like an aphrodisiac. Her scent washed over me, and it drove me to new heights of desire, her sex dripping with her lust. I pulled out my cock and guided it against my Gardevoir’s pussy, sliding it along those wet lips and then pressing it against a tiny hole that quickly expanded around my shaft, swallowing me in an incredible heat that made me shudder from head to toe.
“Freya!” I cried out, her pussy squeezing me tightly as she let out a cry of pleasure as well, pulling herself hard against me as we mated.
She rocked against me as I thrust into her, the two of us clinging to one another as our union cemented what I had known was deep inside me all along. What I had tried to suppress…
I was a Pokephile!
Our first time didn’t last long. Her insides squeezed me tightly, and I had gone for too long without any sort of relief. My tip pressed against her womb with ease, and she was gasping and crying out with every thrust, her fingers digging into my back as I tried to fight off my impending climax.
She was fully capable of her own orgasms, however, and when one hit her, Freya’s mouth found mine and clamped onto it as her pussy sucked me in, squeezing me in such a perfect moment of release that I couldn’t help but join her, my hot seed filling her deepest parts as this only made her orgasm even more intense!
Freya didn’t let go of me even after we had stopped our rutting, her eyes looking into mine and her thoughts radiating pure love right at me. I tried to reciprocate them, and her smile made it apparent she was receiving.
“L-love…” Freya managed, and smiled before snuggling against me, sighing and swiftly drifting off to sleep.
I stayed away a while longer, the high of an intense orgasm keeping me away for a little while longer. A huff from my other side made it clear what Umber thought of having her rest disturbed by our quickie, and pressed her cold nose against my neck before stretching out, her snores quickly joining the gentle breathing of Freya.
***
I awoke the next morning to an empty bed, though Umber often did her own thing from early in the morning. It was my day off, a fact for which I was grateful, as I slept in. “Frey?” I called out, wondering where the Gardevoir had gotten off to.
A small trill came from the en suite, and I pushed open the door to find Freya with her legs spread, trying to wash herself with a bidet. I never really paid attention before, and last night had been such a whirlwind of lust…
“Gar?” she said, but I barely registered her response.
Her pussy was tiny!
I was shocked I was able to slide in so easily to her slender figure now that I saw it. She blushed a little, but smiled up at me as I admired her sex. Two little folds, pure white, and a tiny nub of a clit poked from it as she slid a finger inside herself, gasping slightly as my cock grew.
With another trill, she opened her mouth and looked at my cock with a pointed expression. I slipped my tip into it and felt her tongue caress me eagerly, her head sliding forward as she took my entire length to the base, swallowing as I felt the tightness of her throat wrap around me.
“Hnng… Freya, that feels amazing… haah… good girl.” I moaned, putting a hand on her head and gently stroking her, struggling to keep my hips still as she moved at her own pace.
She was very good at this! I shuddered as sucked harder, apparently intent on getting her reward as fast as possible.
Still, it took a good few minutes to get me to the edge, and she was no longer just cleaning herself by the time my loins burst, filling her mouth with hot, sticky cum that she all too greedily swallowed, radiating satiation and joy alongside her own pleasure release.
“Gardevoir!” she cried out, smiling at me as she stood up. I folded her into an embrace and kissed her head. This was the first time she had let out her full cry, and her cute, feminine voice made my heart melt a little.
I felt her love as she linked to me psychically, pouring her emotions through a conduit and making sure that I knew how she felt, how happy she was! It was all emotions, colors, and sensations that made her feelings clear.
Yet there was one in there that reeked of doubt, and despite all the other feelings, it wouldn’t go away.
“Frey, are you worried I won’t stay with you?” I asked her.
She looked at me for a moment, then pulled away, a worried frown on her face. The sensation grew.
I pulled her back against me, and her eyes went wide. Laughing, I hugged her tighter, and she responded in kind.
“Freya, you’re my Gardevoir, right? I wouldn’t ever let you go. I won’t force you into a ball, and I’ll always be here for you!”
The doubt evaporated, replaced by an even more intense love. I don’t know how long we stayed in our embrace, but I couldn’t remember a time when I was more content.
***
Perhaps I had been deprived for too long, or perhaps she just had insatiable needs to match my own. Either way, the effects were becoming obvious.
“Jensen! You look like you’ve been getting laid.” A colleague laughed, speaking with the kind of job security federal employment bought. I snorted a laugh and waved my hand, but my supervisor was waiting for me at my desk.
“Hope you don’t plan to get too comfortable today.” He said, a worried look on his face. He looked up sharply and grimaced. “How are things going with that Gardevoir of yours?”
“Freya? She’s doing well.” I said, trying not to flush at the thought of what we’d been doing as much and as often as possible.
He let out a wry chuckle and shook his head. “Well, I get it. She is cute, and the psychic stuff…” he sighed. “Honestly, having anyone love you at all is a damn blessing in this day and age.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I said, wanting more than anything not to talk about my physical relationship with my partner Pokemon with my direct superior.
“Well, we need you and her today. The uh...” He sighed, and I knew why. The name he was about to say was pretty fucking terrible. “There’s been an incident at the Gardebrothel.”
“Shit,” I said, swallowing. “Are they…”
“The Pokemon are fine, yes. Well, one had to go to a Pokemon Center in a Heal Ball, but the Shiny Gardevoir is refusing to communicate with humans.”
“Do we have a suspect?”
“Uh… yeah.” He held up a folder. “Had breakfast?”
“That bad?”
“Ever see someone’s brains run out through their nose?”
I steeled myself and opened the folder, swiftly closing it. “I see.”
“Look, I have no pity for anyone stupid enough to hurt a Psychic-type, and I don’t think she intended to kill him, but she was Mega Evolved at the time.”
I sighed. The last thing I wanted to see was a Pokemon punished for defending itself against a human who had caused enough harm to put one into critical condition. “Best-case scenario?”
“Your Gardevoir… Uh, Freya, can communicate with her. Give us something to prove it was defense.” He said.
“Worst?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“We both know the answer to that.” He sighed and pointed to the motor pool. “Get a car, get your girl, and go talk to the Madam.”
I explained the situation to Freya when I picked her up, my heart fluttering a little as she pushed herself up against me and fished for a kiss before I even had time to open my mouth to speak.
“Gar?” She looked sad when I told her about the hurt one of her kind, but her eyes flashed when I told her about the human. Our connection had only grown stronger, and often maintained itself even when we were far apart.
“Not all humans…” I began, but she shook her head, her expression softening as reassurances poured through the psychic conduit. She was telling me in no uncertain terms that she knew that, and that she would never judge me based on the actions of another.
Still, I had to pull over for a moment when she froze up; apparently, it took a very powerful Gardevoir to do what the Madam did. She looked at me with worry, and I realized that the need to bring Gardevoir in was twofold. To communicate… and to ensure my protection.
The Madam was still likely to be Mega Evolved!
***
Half an hour later Freya had gently woven a protective barrier around my mind, and we walked through the front doors and into the deserted brothel.
“Freya…” I gasped as she strengthened the barrier, my mind feeling a little fuzzy for a moment as she fended off the incoming psychic shock. She piped calmness into my mind, and I took a deep breath.
Taking my hand in hers, she led the way down a long hallway and paused in front of a door, slowly pushing it open. Inside were a dozen Gardevoirs, the one in the center resplendent in midnight black, her two spikes gleaming as orange as her eyes.
The psychic assault intensified for a moment, then cut off when they noticed Freya. Then the air grew so tense you could cut it with a knife.
“We’re here to help.” I said, the pressure on my mind still present but tolerable. “This is Freya; she’s my partner.”
Freya looked at me and smiled, then took a step towards the Madam.
I felt another psychic link, and suddenly the Madam’s much more powerful mind connected Freya’s to hers as well as mine. She noticed our connection as well, though it seemed insignificant compared to the intensity of her own.
Friend? Partner? Trainer?
These thoughts, born from emotions and sensations, flashed across my mind.
Lover. I thought.
Lover? A confirmation.
Yes, lover.
“It’s rare to see someone take a Partner Pokemon in the intimate sense nowadays.” A woman spoke and stepped up next to the Madam. She was blonde, only a little taller than the Mega Evolved Gardevoir, and rather slight. Yet her commanding voice matched her haughty expression.
“It’s still perfectly legal.” I said, a touch defensively.
She laughed, though it lacked any warmth. “I’m impressed you gave in. I remember you. Turned down my best girl’s advances.” She looked admiringly up at the Mega Gardevoir. “Yet yours is…” she cocked her head, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “Alright, Special Agent, we believe you’re here to help. Freya can rest; maintaining a barrier like that isn’t easy.”
“How did you know?” I asked as Freya leaned against me, exhausted. I dug in my bag for a poffin and handed it to her. She trilled gratefully and munched on her snack.
“The Madam is a little more powerful than your average Psychic type.” She admonished, wagging a finger. “If you mean the name, that was easy; it’s right there at the front of her mind. She loves it. If you mean the barrier, what mattered was that there was something to try to stop it. Means your Gardevoir loves you a lot more than you think.”
I stood in stunned silence.
***
“I can provide an account.” I said, still reeling from the images in my mind. Freya had joined me in the station, and was meeting some of the other Pokemon there.
“Hey, cute Gardevoir!” Another agent said, and I waved a hand in acknowledgement.
“Write your report; I’m sure Freya will have plenty of fun with the other Pokemon for a while. Then go home, you’ve earned a break.”
I nodded and turned to my computer, the next hour spent focused on writing up the series of events that took place and certifying them, attaching evidence at key points.
“Gardevoir!” A happy trill roused me, and I saw a smiling Freya standing next to me.
“Hey, Frey!” I reached out and patted her arm, rising from my work trance. I had nearly finished, and I was now noticing the surreptitious glances being thrown my way. With a few more sentences, watched closely by Freya, I checked and submitted my report, sighing and standing, my back popping as I stretched.
“Oh, Jensen! Ah, so this is the Pokemon the famous Kanto League champion snagged.” My friend laughed.
“You realize there are thousands of people who got this, right?” I said, rolling my eyes. Freya watched our exchange with great interest.
“In Japan, maybe.” He said, then looked at Freya. “Yeah, I did peg you for a Gardevoir person. Cute cute! Took care of that unpleasant business down at the brothel? Glad to hear it.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Always was curious, myself…” he turned to me with a sly look. “Though I suppose you don’t have to leave home to enjoy that sort of thing?”
“Gar?” Freya looked at Adam, but I took her hand and led her away from the chuckling troublemaker. She resisted, and I paused, seeing a look in her eyes and that ugly doubt clouding our psychic link.
I gave her a hug, and kissed her head. “I’m not ashamed of you, Freya.” I murmured to her. “But it’s impolite to discuss intimate matters so freely in public. I’ve decided to love you, and I will not cast you aside for another.”
Happiness burst through and drowned out the doubt, and she returned home with a smile on her face the entire way.
***
Freya was beneath me again, my body connected with hers, our sweat mingling as I stroked the long, earlike protrusions coming from her head. Her mouth hung open, gasping softly as the entire length of my shaft lay buried inside her, her legs up on my shoulder. I turned and kissed one tip, turning my gaze back to the lovely creature beneath me.
It was like looking at something that shouldn’t be possible. Her insides squeezed madly against the thick, invading cock her pussy wrapped around. Her small labia glistened with her juices, squeezed between her thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, Freya.” I said, smiling down at her. We had been at it for a while, and as usual, she had throttled our psychic link.
“Gar?” She bit her lip and came as I gave one more quick thrust into the Pokemon. Her insides writhed, the muscles of her cunt wrapping tight around mine as her musky, sweet odor intensified for a moment before she calmed down again, her arms above her head as her tongue lolled out. “Gar… devoir…”
Then our link was back at full blast, and the pleasure that slammed into my brain nearly knocked me out! I fell on top of her, and her chest spike phase shifted a little to avoid… well, you know. Psychic Pokemon, right?
It was like one supernova after another of pleasure, my loins aching as every spurt of cum filled her womb further. There was no way I could have resisted this, I seemed to be filled with pleasure to the point of pain!
“Gar! Gar!” She throttled it back down as I rolled off her, panting and heaving as she inspected me, getting on her knees and looking helplessly as I composed myself.
The process took some time, and she contented herself with cuddling me, kissing my skin wherever she wanted.
“That was…” I sucked in a breath. “Incredible!”
“Gardevoir…” She gave me a worried look, but our link opened back up and was filled with relief, and love, and more relief.
Yet her grin turned mischievous as she climbed on top of me, lowering herself slowly onto my dick and sighing as she let some of her feeling through the connection without throttling it.
I felt her pleasure as well as my own, and it went both ways! We shared in the delight of shared sensation, and I felt just how big I was inside of her, every nerve in her pussy alive with sensation.
Losing myself in the delights of our shared euphoria was easy as our hands clasped together, fingers entwining. Despite her bipedal form, her extremities were definitely nonhuman. Yet seeing my fingers interlacing with her digits, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine… there was real beauty there, in every bit of my beloved partner Pokemon.
She was cute; no one would ever claim otherwise, but to me Gardevoir, my Gardevoir, my Freya… she was beautiful beyond words. The rise and fall of her chest as she rocked her hips against me, the way her eyes sparkled whenever they fell on me. The feelings of love, of total adoration and affection I could feel even when the link was low, provided a level of understanding that made the lack of, well, speech a nonissue.
“G-Gardevoir!” she cried out, biting her lip as her hips rocked harder, hands squeezing mine as her psychic energy radiated out from her.
Then she threw open the link, and I felt her climax… I felt our climax! I felt my seed leave me… and then I felt it as it filled her womb, the pleasure not a simple multiplication, but exponential! My eyes rolled back into my head as my loins ached with pleasure, every sense solely given to pleasure as we clung to one another, mouths latched together, every breath shared in orgasmic bliss.
I must have passed out, as when I opened my eyes, the two of us were a sticky, sweaty mess. She was breathing gently, head resting against my chest as Umber let out a whine and gently pulled on my hand, sneezing to inform me she was, in fact, starving.
Freya slowly came to and smiled at me, kissing me again as she sniffed at me. Her own musky post-coital scent was as intoxicating as anything, and I nearly wanted to continue.
Umber, sensing this, jumped up and put her paws on my chest, looking at Freya with a look that demanded I take care of her dinner first!
She giggled and petted the Umbreon as she got off me, my seed still leaking out of her. She sighed with pleasure, and I got one last kiss out of her before cleaning myself up.
***
“I didn’t realize a human could get a Pokemon, ah… pregnant.” I said, a nervous chuckle escaping me as I looked at the Professor. He looked amused more than anything, grinning as he explained the circumstances.
“Well, Gardevoir is one of the few that can use human seed to reproduce. It’s limited to psychic types anyway, as they have the ability to control their reproductive systems. It’s very rare, as most Gardevoirs don’t have the bond you and she obviously do. She wants to have your child, and don’t worry, it will be a Ralts.”
“So this isn’t the first time this has happened?” I asked.
“Good god, no.” He laughed this time. “A significant number of Japanese trainers, both men and women, end up in committed relationships with their Pokemon. It tends to be the more humanlike ones, sure, but there are exceptions…” he chuckled, and I looked over at Freya, who was positively beaming. “Anyway, pretty much normal from here on out, nothing to concern yourself with.”
I nodded and laid a hand on the belly of my egg-heavy Pokewife.
***
I rushed home when I felt it, finding Umber nuzzling Freya as my Gardevoir lay propped up on pillows, pushing an egg out. I cuddled up next to her without a moment’s hesitation, reassuring her as she worked to get what would be our progeny out of here.
After a few more minutes, and with a soft cry, the egg slid wetly onto the comforter. I cleaned it off and took it into my hands. It had a gentle sheen to it.
“Gar…” Freya said tiredly, holding out her hands. I gave her the egg, and curled back up with her, the two of us holding onto the egg and each other as we contemplated our future child.
***
Gardevoir was putting something into a bag when I got home one day. I knew the egg would hatch soon, and I was positively vibrating with excitement. “Watcha got there, Frey?” I asked. She pulled one out and showed me.
“Gardevoir!” She said happily, and I was surprised to see that she had a considerable quantity of rare candies.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“Gar…” She patted the egg.
“You want them to grow up quick?” I chuckled.
“Gar! Gar!” She pointed at herself and sent me the psychic feeling for sex and pleasure.
“Ah, I don’t think…” I swallowed nervously. “I don’t think that’s something we should do with our child.”
She transmitted confusion, and then insistence, and I decided to do a little research. Well, we did a little research, and… sure enough, a significant number of Gardevoir/human relationships that resulted in eggs created a family unit that was less parents/child and more…
“Do you really want to have competition?” I asked, laughing a little.
“Gardevoir!” She looked very pleased with herself.
It was that night the egg was ready to hatch. We sat in front of it, waiting with bated breath, and when it first cracked, I thought something was wrong with the Ralts.
Then I realized…
“Oh my god, Frey!” My eyes widened at the blue and orange toned Ralts that stumbled from the egg and into our waiting arms. “He’s a shiny!”
Freya crowed and nuzzled the Ralts. Wait, he?
“Looks like your plan has an issue.” I said, pointing at the obvious male marker.
Freya looked utterly nonplussed and gave me the bag of rare candies. Soon Ralts evolved into a Kirlia, and I began to understand.
“Kirlia?” He said in a voice as feminine as Freya’s, if not more so. “Hmm…” he looked at me and smiled, but it was the sort of rebellious, teenaged girl smile with a furious blush that made me realize that they were certainly not going to evolve into a Gallade.
“Mira.” I said and smiled. “Your name is Mira.”
Freya emitted intense love and affection over both of us, and Mira blushed before throwing herself into my arms and kissing me deeply. “Love. Master…” Mira smiled and nuzzled me.
It took me a moment to realize she had said an actual word other than her name, and I looked at… her, yeah, despite having a male appendage… well, my excitement was building already, so why not give in and see where it takes me?
“We love you, Mira.” I said, and pulled both Freya and Mira against me, the Gardevoir and Kirlia making their needs quite clear!