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An Uncertain Future	By : Twill Category: Pokemon > General Views: 12846 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The perception of time was a strange thing. Numbness tingled in her fingertips. Her body felt cold. She couldn't stay here, but her body seemed stuck to the ground. Her eyes were heavy as she fought to keep them open. Maybe she should just rest for a few minutes. She looked down at her stomach.
Blood covered the hand she held to her wounds, and more marked the front of her gown, a lot of blood. Most of it was hers. Her eyes fell to the corpse. More blood. Thick red liquid pooled around the headless Absol. Once white fur soaked in the pool of crimson. Gardevoir felt nothing at the sight. She felt empty. She couldn't stay here.
A groan escaped her lips as she rose on limbs of water, legs ready to surrender her to the loam below. Her hand registered fresh warmth. The world swayed, but she held herself up against a tree, her other hand attempting to stop herself from bleeding out. Maybe the cuts had been deeper than she thought, but then it didn't matter; she had killed Absol.
She picked her way through the trees, her feet numb and eager to catch on protruding roots or holes. A crimson skyline met her escape from the trees, the very heavens marking her kill. The pokeball lay on the ground where Rob had thrown it.
Rob. Gardevoir stumbled to the sphere and bent to pick it up. Hands, tacky with blood, grasped the smooth surface, smearing the red and white with crimson. Blood made the ball slick in her faltering hands.
Rob was the reason she even lived. He had given her that gift, the gift she'd used to kill Absol. Had that been his intention, for her to kill the creature? She clutched the small object to her chest and began to walk.
Rob wouldn't have gone far; she knew he wouldn't have. The fact she'd even convinced him to leave surprised her. But then he'd left another recently as well.
Gardevoir gritted her teeth and kept moving. Teleporting wouldn't work. Even if she'd had the strength to do it, her mind flitted from fragmented thought to nothingness and back. Any attempt could bring her in the opposite direction for all she knew. Besides, he wouldn't have gone far.
She shuffled onwards. Tall grasses bit at her feet and shins, the sharp blades lashing against her skin as if they knew what she'd done. Her eyes locked on the horizon. If she could give the pokeball back to Rob, then everything would be okay. It had to be. She just had to go a little further. A thick warmth ran down her stomach.
“Gardevoir!”
Her eyes fluttered open. Step. She had to keep moving. Rob wouldn't have gone far. She had to bring the pokeball back; she should be almost there.
“Gardevoir!” Hands gripped her shoulders, and she looked up. Rob panted, his eyes wide with worry.
“Rob.” Her mental voice was weak, but she was sure he could still hear her. Her legs faltered as she let him take some of her weight. “I brought it back.” She held out the stained orb, her hands trembling as she offered him the pokeball.
He took the sphere but his eyes never left her. “What happened? Here, sit down, easy.”
She could feel the darkness coming for her. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” It was almost upon her. She wavered.
“Shh, it's okay. Just hang in there for me okay?” Rob's voice came from far away. She had come far enough. The darkness was here, and she couldn't hold it off any longer.
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Warmth pressed against Gardevoir's chest. “Rob?” She spoke aloud, not attempting to use her psychic abilities. Weight filled her limbs and held her eyes closed. Her senses returned slowly, the pain in her stomach earning a groan as she shifted. The warmth on her chest moved.
“You're awake!”
Furry arms wrapped around her, and she whimpered as her eyes shot open. Stars lit the sky overhead, and the heat of dancing flames caressed her skin.
“Sorry,” Riolu said, the fighting type's face inches from Gardevoir's. Riolu released her and rose.
Gardevoir sat up with a wince, placing a hand to her injured flesh. The cuts had closed at least. “Where are we? How long was I out?”
“Only a day. Rob carried you in your pokeball while we traveled. Are you okay?”
“I'll be fine. I-” She cut off. I killed again. Her face fell, and she looked away from her friend, eyes falling on the dark grass, firelight rippling behind her. “I-” but she let her sentence die again as someone approached.
Rob smiled, firelight playing off his eyes as he joined them on the ground. “Hey, feeling any better?”
Gardevoir nodded but continued to look at the ground in silence. With everything else on her mind, she had forgotten the last words she spoke to him. Before the fight she hadn't really expected to live, and the thought hadn't bothered her. She had just wanted the others to be safe.
He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Do you need anything? Food, something to drink?” He acted as if nothing was wrong.
Gardevoir hesitated but nodded again. The only reason she lived was because of the gift Rob had given her, and the only reason she had been able to kill again. Had he expected that outcome?
Rob returned with a bottle of water and some of the travel food. “I'm glad you're back with us.”
Gardevoir accepted the food but cringed away from his words. Emotions warred within her. She wanted to strike at him with bitter anger, and she wanted to break down, to confess what she'd done against his warm chest with his arms wrapped around her, telling her everything would be okay. Instead she ate, the dull ache of hunger in her stomach had been easy to ignore, but now that she had food, plain as it may be, she couldn't resist.
Rob sat cross-legged beside them, and Riolu hadn't said a word since he joined, but Gardevoir was thankful for the fighting type's presence. The others must be near by as well, but her hunger consumed her attention.
“I planned to return to the city when you came back, but it was already too dark to travel. I patched you up the best I could though, and in the morning you already looked better.” Rob's voice calmed her, his words taking the edge off as she ate.
Strength began to return as she wolfed down the food, water cooling her throat. As she finished eating, she finally met Rob's eyes. “Could I talk to you alone for a bit?”
His eyes met hers, sadness dampening the smile on his face. His voice was soft below the night sky, wood crackling in the fire behind them. “Yeah, of course.”
Gardevoir rose from the soft grass, hissing as the knot of pain tightened her stomach, her muscles stiff. Without turning to see if Rob followed, she walked out into the night. Blades of grass licked at her legs as she walked. Moonlight shone off her pale gown, giving her a ghostly aura, accented by the almost invisible green of her arms. As much as her wounds allowed, she tried to stretch her body after having lain for so long.
Rob's footsteps rustled in the grass behind her. What was she going to say to him? She thought the walk might help make sense of the feelings that raced through her head, but knowing that he was right there only muddled her mind further. Once they were a good distance from the camp, she halted, staring out over the darkened fields. The rustling behind her stopped.
Gardevoir turned to her trainer, and everything she had fought to keep bottled up broke loose. Her whole body shook. “I killed her.” Her eyes locked onto the ground, but the moon illuminated her pale skin as if under a spotlight.
Rob's voice was no more than a whisper, but his words were firm and calm. “I know.” He stepped closer to her.
Gardevoir's telepathic voice wavered, and she had to struggle to send the words, terrified of looking up to see the disgust on Rob's face. “I wanted to do it. I wanted her to die at my hands. I enjoyed it.” Her vision blurred as tears distorted the darkened world around her.
Rob's arms encompassed her, pulling her face into his warm chest. “It's okay. She attacked you.” He felt solid against her trembling form. His shirt smelled of dust and sweat, but the scent was overwhelmingly his, dragging up other memories where he had been there for her, where she had been pressed against him, just as she was now.
Her tears only increased. “Even if she hadn't, I would have still done it.” Her small hands moved to tangle her claws in the fabric of Rob's shirt.
Rob's voice held an anger akin to what she felt. “That pokemon deserved to die. From what you've told me, and what I saw the first time, you did the right thing.” Fingers dug into her back, pulling her tighter.
The cloth against her face muffled a quiet sob. Relief spread through her like a spring wind. Hearing her thoughts echoed by someone else, someone who didn't think of her as a monster or a wild killer but knew what she'd done filled her with a lightness of heart. Maybe she wasn't a monster, not if someone like Rob could think so. A hand ran slow strokes through her hair as she caught her breath.
“There's more though isn't there. The reason you were upset even before Absol arrived.” Rob sounded older than he had just a day ago.
She had hurt him, unfairly maybe, but at his words she could also feel the anger surging to replace the hatred she reserved for herself. “Did you mate her?” She felt his skin tighten as her claws poked through his clothing and into flesh.
Rob stiffened, his hand ceasing atop her head. “What?”
“The city girl,” she said, her telepathic waves an icy wind. “Did you mate her?”
Rob release her, shirt pulling free, and stepped back to look her in the eyes. “Did I what? What is this about?”
This time, Gardevoir met his gaze. Her voice dripped with the loathing she felt towards the human girl. “Elise.” She couldn't see the blush on Rob's face through the darkness, but she felt the waves of embarrassment through her sensory fin.
“Gardevoir, where's this coming from? I don't see how-”
“Did you mate with her?” Her eyes focused on the twin slivers of moonlight that reflected from the dark outline of his face.
Rob cleared his throat. “Well, I mean – not exactly, I guess.”
Her eyes narrowed, mental voice a low growl. “It's a simple question.”
Rob let out an uncomfortable chuckle. “You'd think so, but-”
Gardevoir spun away from him, gown flaring out around her in a pale flurry. “Fine. I don't care.” She shouted at him through her psychic link. “You treat me like I don't understand your human things, and maybe I don't know all of the things you do, but I'm not an idiot.” Tears welled up in her eyes once more, collecting moonlight as they trailed down her cheeks. She wished the ground would split open beneath her and carry her into oblivion. A hand caught her shoulder.
“I don't think you're an idiot. Please, tell me what this is about. If I've done something wrong, then I don't know what it is, and I can't fix it unless you tell me.” Rob's hands spun her around, pinning her to his chest in an embrace.
“Why did you do it?” she whispered. “I showed you my intentions, and you ignored me to chose that human you met off the street.” She choked on a sob as her words touched Rob's mind.
His voice was a dirge to lay her desires to rest. “Gardevoir I-”
She wasn't ready to hear what he was about to say, not before making one last plea. An emptiness already began to spread through her though. “You saved me again. I was ready to die killing Absol, and I wouldn't have cared. You would have been better off without me. I'm sorry I came back.”
Rob made as if to speak but she cut him off. A terrible clarity washed over her, the beacon she had relied on to her salvation faded into the darkness. She could almost hear Abra laughing.
“I know I'm only a pokemon, but you're the only person to have ever been kind to me. If you don't want me, then I'll never mention it again. I'll continue to battle for you if you wish, or I will leave, but I love you Rob.” It felt as though she slit her own chest open to bear herself to him, tears soaked into the coarse fabric against her face. The pounding of Rob's heart thundered against her cheek, but his breath stopped.
“Oh Gardevoir. I- You're-” Rob's voice rang through her mind, though barely a whisper. “I can't.”
It hurt, worse than any injury Absol's claws had inflicted. Fresh tears soaked Rob's shirt. Her claws latched into the fabric once more, this time to prevent herself from collapsing at his feet. She had known it all along really, but hearing it from him hurt so much more.
Her words were as dead as the tiny light of hope that had flickered out. “I see.” She pulled away, putting space between them, the night's chill rushing in to replace Rob's warmth. “I will leave then, if you want. But, why? If you could just tell me why, then I'll...” Her words trailed off. She hated herself, hated what she was, hated that she wasn't good enough.
Rob tangled his fingers into the front of his hair. “Of course I don't want you to leave. It's not that I don't- You're not-” Rob sighed. “It just wouldn't work. It's better off this way.”
She was a fool. Hope surged through her at Rob's vague answers. She took a step forward, eyes wide with one last chance. “Tell me why?”
“We should head back to camp.”
“Please tell me.”
“Because it's not right. It would be rape, and I couldn't do that, not to you.”
Gardevoir stared, slack-jawed. “Rape?” He was serious. Her mind surged. Brilliant sapphire flames consumed her eyes as her psychic energy surrendered its will to her. “Rape?” Gardevoir shoved Rob to the ground with flows of her telekinetic powers. “You think you could force yourself on me?” Her eyes blaze as she took a step towards him.
“Don't do this.” Rob pushed himself up, his form a bleak outline in the night, but she could feel his life force.
Gardevoir lashed out again, pinning Rob to the grass with weaves of telekinetic energy. “Even injured as I am, do you think you could lay a hand on me if I didn't want you to?”
“No.”
“Then why?” She begged, needed to know why he continued to reject her.
“Because I captured you. We're not on an equal footing. Maybe you do want this now, but in a few months? If you grow to resent me for taking advantage of you, would you say something? Or would you just become miserable, afraid of what I'd do if you wanted me to stop?”
Rob looked away from her as she towered over him, eyes ablaze. “You're beautiful, Gardevoir. You make every movement look like a dance, and when you find a pokemon you wish to be with, I'll gladly release you, but we're not meant for each other.”
“No, you're wrong. I'd never resent you, and if I did, I wouldn't just lie down and take it.”
Rob looked up at her. “Just like all that time you fought for Wes?”
Gardevoir recoiled as if struck. The fire died from her eyes, and she fell to the ground. She fell to the ground and cried.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.” One of Rob's hands touched her damp cheek, gently cupping her chin and lifting her gaze. His eyes met hers, and a thumb dragged across her glistening skin to wipe away a falling tear. His whispered to her. “Please don't cry. I hate knowing that I'm the reason you're sad.”
Gardevoir looked into those eyes, light in the soft glow of the moon. His face sagged in a tortured mask of sorrow. She squeezed her eyes shut, freeing a large tear. One last time – she'd allow herself one last touch, and she brought a trembling hand to the human one that touched her face. The soft skin on the back of her hand firm beneath her fingers. And she gave up, right before a hand touched the other side of her face.
Rob's lips touched hers, and her eyes snapped open. She didn't move, didn't dare even to think as her heart hammered against the insides of her chest.
Rob pulled away slowly, breaking the contact, his breath hot against her skin. His eyes opened slowly, and he jerked back.
“I-I thought that you wanted-”
Gardevoir touched her lips, mouth slightly open as her lungs restarted. She looked up. “What did you do?”
“I don't know- It's what humans do when they want to show that they care for someone.”
Gardevoir threw herself at Rob. He grunted as she struck his chest, and the pair of them fell to the ground, Gardevoir atop her trainer, clinging to him as if he might change his mind and disappear into the night.
Rob rest a hand on her back. “This wont be easy.”
“I don't care.” Joy overwhelmed her mind, a wave of happiness that washed away her ability to think or care, the pain from her wounds ignored. The warmth from Rob's body was all that existed in the world. Nothing else mattered. She gripped him tighter as she felt his other arm snake around her thin form.
Gardevoir wriggled within his embrace, trying to force her body closer to his, moving to nuzzle against his throat, his scent flooding her senses. A low chuckle rumbled against her cheek.
“This is how pokemon show their interest,” she whispered into his mind on a soft flow of psychic power. Even just against the fabric of his clothing, her body against his sent jolts of delight through her. Her pale gown draped across the both of them, her living dress glowing in the moonlight.
Rob chuckled and brought a hand to stroke her hair. “I'm sorry I didn't notice before.”
Gardevoir buried her face in the crook of his neck. She lay like that for a long time, the two of them in silence, Rob's hand running through her hair.
“Why did you leave Elise? Even she didn't deserve to just be left like that.”
Rob sighed, and let his hand fall to her back. “I didn't just leave her. We weren't mates, just – friends I guess you could say. Sort of. We just hung out for the night, neither of us expected more.”
“I don't get it.” A finger lifted her chin. “How do you sort of mate?”
Rob looked into her eyes, a smile lighting his face. “Well for one thing...”
A hand on the back of her neck brought her face to his. An intensity fueled his actions this time. Gardevoir didn't understand, but she let herself succumb to his touch. She melted against him, strong fingers playing with her neck as his lips pressed to hers. She closed her eyes as Rob had, and gave in. This was how humans showed that they cared.
Rob broke away from her. “You really are beautiful.”
Her mind no longer worked. She panted above him, dizzy from his intoxicating caress. She may not understand, but the way he made her feel – nothing in her life could have prepared her. Electricity seemed to buzz beneath her skin, heat flushing her cheeks.
She fell back against his chest, resting against the rise and fall of his body. “I want you as my mate.” Euphoria split her face until her cheeks hurt.
Rob didn't answer immediately. “I can't, not without explaining some things first, things you need to know.”
Every wave of joy froze, condensing into a heavy pit that weighed inside of her. “Don't you want the same thing?”
Rob rose, disentangling himself from her. His voice lost the playfulness of a few moments ago. “No I do – I think. I don't know. Ever since you've evolved you've done nothing but confuse me. You're graceful, and even when you're angry you have a charm about you, grating as it is at times. But there's more to it.”
They were close. She could reach out and touch him, yet she felt walled off. “I don't understand-”
Rob cut her off. “Just listen, please. I find myself staring at you, wishing for exactly this sometimes – dream of it. But humans, we're not supposed to see pokemon like that. There are laws. If anyone ever found out that we mated, suspected even, I'd be arrested.”
More human rules. “So what? I don't see how this matters.”
Rob chuckled. “They'd revoke my rights as a trainer, and I wouldn't care, but they'd take you, the others as well.”
“I wouldn't let them keep me. I'd come back and find you.”
Rob shook his head. “If they even let you live, the league is too strong, even for you.”
“I don't care.” She moved closer to him, placing a hand against his chest, feeling the gentle thrum of his heart beneath her palm.
Mirth never touched his smile. “And can you risk the others as well? All it would take is one mistake. One wrong comment, or touch, or someone coming across us when we think we're alone. I just don't want to rush into this, not when there's so much at risk.”
Gardevoir could see the weight in his eyes. She moved closer, and brought her lips to his as he'd done to her. A hand wrapped around the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.
Rob broke the kiss, smiling. “Almost.”
Gardevoir fell against his chest, some of the warmth from before returning.
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They returned to camp a short time later. Sandslash lay in a curl of blades near the fire, and Riolu lay with Quilava a short distance away, the fighting type's head resting on the volcano pokemon's furred belly.
Rob turned to her. “I'm going to sleep as well.” His hand ran through her hair once more, sending a flutter through her stomach, and he turned back towards the tent. There had been a question in his statement, or maybe more of an offer.
Gardevoir hesitated only a moment before ducking into the tent after him. The crinkly material that made up the tent also blocked most of the moonlight, and inside she could not make out more than Rob's indistinct outline. She watched Rob pull the shirt he wore over his head, heard it land against the dark corner of the tent where Rob tossed it. Her pulse raced once again.
She knelt on the soft blanket that lined the bottom of the tent. He had said that she needed to know something before they mated, but he had already explained. They were alone in the tent. She couldn't read the expression on his face in the darkness.
Her hand moved of its own accord towards Rob's faint outline. Warmth from his bare chest greeted her three-fingered touch, green tips trailing over his skin. Hands came out of the darkness, a firm grip holding her, and she surrendered to the touch as it pulled her down. She giggled and then sighed as Rob pulled them together, her back against the heat of his chest.
Rob lay back, bringing the two of them to rest on their sides, his chest wide compared to her narrow build. A hand ran along her belly, just below the fin on her chest, snaking around her waist and pulling her flush with his naked torso. His touch sent tiny sparks through her belly.
Rob's breath was close to her ear, his voice content. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” she replied, though in her own speech, not through telepathy. He would understand. She placed her hand against his arm, and let the overwhelming peace she felt carry her to sleep against her trainer.
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Gardevoir woke with a happy sigh. Early sunlight lit the small tent, and the warmth of the approaching day, as well as the human pressed against her, filled her limbs with a lethargic contentment. Rob. She rolled over to face him, a hand snaking around his lean body to pull them close. The angle made things awkward, and the fin on her chest pressed against him slightly.
She longed to once again link with him, feel his true emotions, but she couldn't yet, there would be a proper time. The thought brought up memories of her dreams last night, and she blushed as her hand stroked Rob's skin. She nuzzled up to his collar.
Rob groaned, his voice thick with sleep. “Morning Gardevoir.” He ran a hand up her back and along her neck before weaving fingers into her hair.
Gardevoir shivered at the touch, taking a deep breath against his flesh, his male scent turning her insides to electricity. She nipped his collarbone, careful of how sharp her teeth were on his soft skin, but enough that he'd feel it. She smiled as she felt him tense against her briefly.
“How come you humans wear so many clothes?” She trailed a hand down Rob's stomach, feeling the warm, almost hot skin beneath her fingers until the tops of his jeans impeded her. She poked him just below his bellybutton. “They don't seem comfortable to sleep in.”
Rob cleared his throat. “I uh, well we just do. I mean you have your dress, some pokemon have fur. It keeps us warm.”
“You aren't warm?” She continued to prod, making Rob squirm against her.
“No I'm warm, it's just- What about you? Isn't that dress ever uncomfortable?”
Gardevoir shrugged. “I told you I can't really remove it. I've grown used to it since evolving.” She froze as Rob touched her arm.
His hand moved along her green skin before coming to a brief pause at her shoulder. His fingers trailed the edge of green across her chest before coming to rest at the base of her fin. Sparks danced below his fingertips, rippling below her skin.
“Is it completely connected? How does it work?” Rob repeated the motion back towards her neck.
Gardevoir breathed heavily, the warmth of the tent increasing, her skin almost feverish where it pressed against her trainer. “I can't remove it entirely, but it's not connected everywhere.” The heavy rise of her chest pressed her fin firmer against Rob as she tried to concentrate through his gentle passes over her neck. “Why are you so interested?”
Rob said nothing, instead placing a hand on her shoulder and pushing her back against the soft blankets layering the ground. He descended on her, his lips pressing to hers, and his hands began to roam across her body.
Rational thought fled her mind, new sensations overwhelming her ability to think. She shuddered against Rob as his tongue entered her mouth. Fingers stroked and squeezed her body. Her neck, sides, hips, even the red fin that adorned her chest.
His fingers hesitated just a moment against her throat. She willed them to continue. Tension, a fiery pressure filled her chest, dizzying as it moved into her abdomen. Rob's hand brushed against her breast.
Confusion disturbed the pleasure that turned her mind to a useless puddle, incapable of thought let alone mastery of psychic power. She couldn't give him a child. His hand cupped her small breast through the green skin that covered it. She gasped as he squeezed, gently teasing the soft flesh.
“Should I continue?” Rob asked, her gasp having broken the kiss.
Gardevoir could only nod, digging her claws gently into his back until their lips met again. Her body wanted more, a frantic energy building within her, a desire more powerful than any influence she'd ever known. She pulled against Rob, finger digging into his back to force their two bodies together. Rob's finger slipped below the green skin that hid her breast, pulling down to expose the small mound of ghostly flesh tipped by a pale green nipple. Gardevoir whimpered as he squeezed the tender nub.
Rob broke the kiss this time. He moved away, leaving her panting and dazed. A question formed in her mind but died as she felt Rob's tongue against her breast. Liquid silk caressed the stiff green top of her breast. Her hand reached for his head, fingers entwined in his hair to push his head against her as she thrust her chest against his face. She silenced a cry as he nipped lightly at her skin.
Lower on her body, Rob parted the front of her gown, a small opening enough to snake a hand between the white folds and caress her leg. His fingers rest just above her knee.
The touch startle Gardevoir, and her eyes opened. Her mouth hung open allowing rasping breaths into her lungs, Rob's mouth driving her to the brink of insanity. His hand rose along her thin leg until it came to her hip before running towards her back and along the top of her rear. The touch made her conscious of where the pleasure built within her. The skin beneath her gown was hot, begging for the same attention that Rob gave her breast.
He moved, hand retreating before once again climbing, caressing the burning flesh of her thighs towards where her limbs joined.
Her voice wavered. She didn't even know if she spoke aloud or to his mind. “Rob stop please. I can't take it. I want you.” Desire trumped any other thought. As Rob's hand slid higher up the inside of her thigh, damp heat burned at her core. Her legs spread to allow him between, begging for a mate to satisfy the cruel, wonderful heat that scoured away her soul.
A loud crack sounded outside, and Rob bolted away from her cursing. Gardevoir reacted much slower. She lay writhing on the ground, Rob's touch sorely missed as her hips rose from the ground.
“Gardevoir,” Rob hissed, eyes intent.
She whined. “Don't...” She stilled herself, panting, mind consumed by desire and the incredible heat that built within her that begged for release.
Rob didn't look at her though. “Can you sense anyone out there?”
Gardevoir sat up and moved to where Rob crouched, his eyes focused as if they could see through the opaque fabric. “It's just the other pokemon.” Her chest still heaved, and she wrapped her arms around Rob.
Rob didn't push her away, not physically. “We shouldn't have done this. I let myself get carried away.”
Her arms dropped away and she sunk to the floor. “But I thought you wanted this too.” Her face fell, a small portion of the chaotic bliss that coursed through her dissipating.
Rob's eyes snapped back to her. “What? No of course I do, I didn't mean it like that, but I told you before this wouldn't be easy. We have to be careful, if anyone found out...” He didn't finish.
“I see.”
Rob lifted her chin. “I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind, and if someone caught us... I'll make it up to you okay?” He kissed her, not the wild, passion fueled touch as before, but soft, caring. He smiled as he released her.
A smile found itself on her own face as well. “Okay.” Her body ached with an unreleased tension, but this was still the happiest she'd ever found herself.
“I uh, need to get dressed, and it'll take me a minute if you want to see what the others are up to.”
Gardevoir's heart had slowed from the desperate race it had pounded in her chest, and she nodded. The cool air would be nice. With one last check to make sure she didn't look a complete mess, she opened the tent flap and moved into the pleasant morning sun.
All of her senses still felt heightened, the grass rough against her feet, and a slight breeze cooled the sheen that lay over her body. The other three pokemon were already awake. They looked up as she exited the tent, and Riolu rushed over to say good morning.
“You look better,” the fighting type said, a wide grin across her face.
Gardevoir nodded. “Everything seems right for a change.”
“I've never felt your aura so strongly as I did this morning. It was intense, vibrant.”
Gardevoir froze, cheeks gaining a hint of color. “What do you mean?”
The little pokemon giggled at her side. “You just seemed very happy, that's all.” Riolu began walking, but turned, a wicked grin splitting her face. “I'm glad you finally mated with him.”
Gardevoir choked. She tried to speak but her words jumbled together in a telepathic mess. “No we didn't do that, and be quiet; do the others know?” she asked after regaining her ability to think.
Riolu's laughter drew the others' attention, but they returned to their conversation after a moment. “Are you sure you weren't bred in captivity?” Riolu chuckled. “You're almost as bad as Quilava. I think he picked up some of the human ways.”
Gardevoir flopped to the ground, heart ready to give out. “Weren't you bred by humans?” she muttered.
“It was different.” Riolu pounced, tackling Gardevoir and bringing them both into a short roll in the grass. For such a small pokemon, the fighting type was rather strong. “I'm just glad to feel such warmth from you.” Riolu sighed into Gardevoir's chest. “Feeling your aura sometimes almost made me give up. You didn't deserve that.”
Gardevoir returned the tight hug. “Thank you.”
After breaking down camp with a quick meal, the five of them continued towards whatever town lay ahead. Gardevoir hadn't been paying attention. In fact, she found it very hard to concentrate on anything, moving in an unconscious dance as her mind drifted back to the morning. She watched Rob's back for a brief time before gliding up beside him and pointedly ignoring Riolu's taunting smile.
“How far are we from the town?”
Rob looked over, his face brightening as he laid eyes on her. “Well it's about a day, but there's a place nearby that I thought we might spend a little time at. I hadn't planned to, but after everything-” his eyes didn't quite meet hers as he said it, “it will be a nice place to rest. And considering how I haven't seen a single person on the road since leaving Goldenrod, it might be pretty empty.”
She liked the sound of that. “Is it far?”
“About another hour or so, we should be there before noon. I forgot to mention it, but the other night, that was psychic you used on me, wasn't it?”
Gardevoir thought back, and she brought her eyes to life with sapphire flames. “I guess so.”
“Congratulations, I know you've been working for it.”
A lesser victory, but another regardless. Maybe that murder was a turning point, the phantom from her past defeated with Rob's help. It could all turn around from here.
With a slight hum she fell back to where the other three chatted, and then she realized what she was doing. She quit humming, and stopped prancing along the path. This new sensation interfered with her mind, and she felt like a fool. She would never have acted like this before, and worse, she almost didn't care.
Riolu also seemed to pick up her pleasant mood, and the pair of them walked in step behind Rob. The fighting type giggled on occasion for no reason Gardevoir could see, but the laughter was infectious, and she found it hard to contain herself as well.
Ahead, seemingly cut into the trees lay a wide path. A large archway showed a banner containing a bunch of the human letters, and a similar material that made the sidewalks in Goldenrod created a road through the wall of trees.
Gardevoir and the others followed Rob through the little archway and along the path, but at a closer look, there didn't seem to have been any humans here recently. Humans liked to keep things clean, and here weeds and grass already began to grow over the sides of the path, twigs and other forest debris cluttering the walkway.
“Do you sense anyone around?” Rob asked, also looking confused by the abandoned state.
Gardevoir expanded her psychic presence, viewing a larger area than she could see with her eyes. See wasn't quite the right word, but she could feel any nearby life. “No humans.”
It didn't take long for the path to open into a large clearing with benches and even a large building in the distance, yet she still felt no other humans around. For some reason it didn't seem unnatural, and Rob lead them deeper, eventually taking a path that lead to a large sandy swath of ground that ran up against a wide lake.
“Well, there's no crowds this time, so I guess you guys can do whatever you'd like. We can take it easy before we go fight the next gym.” Rob set his pack down against the trunk of a tree with a sigh.
Riolu groaned. “I-I feel strange.”
Gardevoir turned to look at her friend and was forced to shield her eyes. A brilliant light shone from the fighting type, the purest white blazing against the other four gathered around. She tried to probe with her psychic powers but it felt like static. It didn't last long though, and the light faded to reveal a very different pokemon.
Hard lines and edges replaced the rounded features of Riolu, and her friend now stood almost twice as tall.
Lucario took a few hesitant movements. “This feels incredible.” She tried a quick jab with a steel-backed paw.
“Congratulations!” Gardevoir threw her arms around her friend, careful to not impale herself on the steel chest spike.
Lucario returned the hug, maybe a bit stronger than intended. “Thanks. My mind feels different as well.” The jackal smiled, wicked grin gleaming with fangs.
“Congratulations,” the other two pokemon echoed. Rob hung back, but Gardevoir noticed him smiling when she glanced over at him.
Lucario picked up Quilava and squeezed him to her chest. “You're so cute and tiny now,” Lucario teased as Quilava protested in her arms.
Quilava dropped to the ground in a haze of heat, Lucario letting go as his fur blazed.
Sandslash moved to pat Quilava on the head. “No worries, you'll be big and strong too some day.”
Gardevoir heard Quilava growl at the mark but her attention already found a new target. She watched as Rob stretched a short distance away, and she teleported to him. The world shifted, and she threw her arms around Rob after rematerializing.
He jerked away in surprise. “If someone is nearby-”
“I checked. If anyone was close enough to see, I'd have felt them.” She placed her arms around him again, leaning into his chest. “And the other pokemon won't care.”
His quiet laugh rumbled against her face as his arms pulled her close. “Alright, this once then, but we need to be careful.”
“I wouldn't let them take you even if they found us.” Gardevoir squeezed him close.
Rob made a mixed sound of mirth and resignation. “Well then I guess we have nothing to worry about then.” He closed his eyes and held her for a moment, which Gardevoir was more than happy to enjoy. “How about we go for a swim? The water should still be nice,” and he pulled her towards the lake.
Rob lied. Nice described none of the lake's features. Even Rob hadn't been able to withstand the frigid waters very long, and her dress had only dragged her down in the murky waters, white folds tangling about her legs.
She lay in the tall grass above where the sand covered the ground. The thought of all that grit sticking to her was almost as unpleasant as going back into the water to clean it off. The lake did leave her feeling refreshed though. A breeze that had been enjoyable earlier now dimpled her skin.
“Mind if I join you?” Sandslash asked.
Gardevoir opened her eyes and shielded them against the sun overhead. “Sure.”
“You should see the other two, Lucario is brutal.” Sandslash laughed as he sat down to her left. “It's funny how you used to hate him.”
“Quilava?”
“Rob.”
“I don't hate him anymore,” Gardevoir said, keeping her eyes shut.
Another laugh. “I guess not, with the two of you being so friendly.”
The air around her started to seem much warmer. “I don't know what Lucario has been saying, but I have been feeling a little better after what happened.”
Sandslash's voice was tight with the effort of keeping laughter out of his voice. “She hasn't said a thing, but I'm not blind. Or deaf.”
Gardevoir's face burned, any hint of chill in the air gone as blood rushed to her face.
“You are just as bad as Quilava. Where did you pick up human ideas? I thought you said you never spent much time interacting with them.”
“What about you. You've never talk about yourself.” Gardevoir hoped to divert attention from herself before her face burned a hole through her skull.
The mirth in Sandslash's voice seemed just a bit forced this time. “Not much to say. I'm sure my story is about the same as for any other wild pokemon, nothing interesting.”
He hid something, but she didn't press him. If he didn't want to talk, that was his business. She just wished the others felt the same way. They hadn't been that obvious, had they?
Rob returned, she didn't know where he'd gone, but they all gathered to help set up camp for an early dinner. She tried not to throw herself at Rob during their meal, but her mind didn't seem to belong to her anymore.
After they finished, Rob sat down next to her. “Do you want to take a walk?”
“Of course.” She smiled and followed Rob away from their little camp, deeper into the thick treeline. The sun lay low on the horizon, coloring the sky a warm pallet of reds and yellows above by the dense canopy of leaves. Fallen twigs crunched underfoot as they walked, and Rob followed no path she could see.
“Where are you taking me?” Gardevoir asked, a hint of her playful mood seeping into her telepathy.
“It's not far, just up ahead.” Rob turned, halting just before a what looked to be a small clearing. “Is there anybody around?”
Gardevoir shook her head after scanning the area with her mind. Not even wild pokemon were within range of her detection.
“Good.” Rob pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers, catching her by wonderful surprise. “I know it's not much, but I said I'd make up for this morning, and well, this was the best I could come up with on short notice.” He led her into the clearing.
A hole in the forest, sky peaking through the short ring of trees. It wasn't a large area, she could walk the length of open space in a matter of seconds, but it was beautiful in a simple way. She was alone with Rob, and a blanket already lay across the wild grass. “It's nice.”
Rob led her towards the center of the clearing, below the hole in the trees that let in the last fiery moments of the day. He pulled her into another kiss, fingers digging into her back in a mirror of the passion she felt within herself. They pulled apart, staring into each others' eyes.
Gardevoir picked at the dark red fabric that covered his torso with a claw. “This is kind of scratchy.” She stepped back to allow him to pull the garment over his head and admire his lean form, hidden by the silly article. Her insides danced, skin warming with rapid flutters of her heart.
Nothing but the gentle rustle of leaves in the soft wind made a sound, their breathing becoming heavy and pronounced. Gardevoir moved forward again, trailing thin white lines down his chest, claws extended just a hair against his soft skin. She nipped at his throat.
Hands roamed her pale skin, flowing across her back, stroking up her neck to tangle in green hair before sliding to toy with her hips. Rob eased his hands around her and grabbed at the soft flesh of her rear, pulling her hips to his.
Gardevoir whined, claws pricking into the coarse jean material that covered his lower half. A leather strip around his waist hampered her efforts to pull the clothing from him. She pressed her cheek to his chest, his heart thundering against her.
She ground her hips against him one last time before retreating away from the touch her body screamed for. “Please?” She could see it in his eyes too, the unbridled lust that burned within him, and she had no need to say more. Her eyes locked onto Rob's body, his hands performing a quick motion to release the leather strap before he removed the remainder of his clothing.
Humans looked odd without their clothing, vulnerable, but she banished the thought, drinking in Rob's naked form. His face flushed lightly, and he made no movement towards her. Muscled legs, toned from their travels supported him. He was completely exposed, and she went to him.
Skin met skin, and set her body alight with need. Gardevoir panted against Rob's chest, her fingers digging into his back while his length lay against her stomach. He was big, larger than she had imagined a male being. Fear sliced through her high at the thought they could be incompatible, but no, that couldn't be possible.
Rob groaned with each rhythmic movement her hips made between her body and the part of him that would join them together. Her body raged, molten desire clouding her mind, the flames consuming everything but lust.
Any longer and she'd go mad. “Now. Please.” Gardevoir pulled Rob down atop her on the blanket.
“Are you sure?” but he already ground himself against her, just above where arousal slicked her thighs.
She didn't respond but instead drove her claws into Rob's back, causing him to growl, fingers digging into her in reply. Gardevoir lay herself before him, gown spread to reveal herself in the fading light, legs spread to allow him entrance.
The gentle trainer she knew was gone. He lowered himself onto her, one hand finding a stiff nipple atop her breast, the other to position himself against her sex.
She cried out at a quick squeeze of a pale green nipple, but she almost screamed as he rubbed against her dripping arousal. Frantic pleasure surged through her abdomen, her entire existence up to this point lived in detached numbness. Her claws extended again in an attempt to force him inside her.
Rob grunted, his hips jerking, driving himself forward, into her. This time she did scream. Not loud, she pressed her face to Rob's chest, but pain seared through the pleasure, tears stinging her eyes.
Blurred concern looked down from above. “Are you okay? You're so tight, maybe we should-”
She hissed at him. No, she would prove to him that she was worthy, could do anything some human trollop could. “Please,” she growled into his mind, a command, and she raked his back with her tiny claws.
Rob grunted, but his eyes glazed, fingers biting into her flesh, the pain inseparable from ecstasy. She braced herself, and Rob forced himself further into her clenched depths. Gasping whimpers escaped her throat, Rob stretching her most delicate flesh wider than what she was built for.
Every time Rob showed hesitation she dug her claws in, forcing him deeper. Her teeth ground, tortured breath hissing through her small fangs, but she took him. It stopped, her breath ragged, but she felt him completely with her, or as much as she could take, his length pressed against the very entrance of her womb, a fullness of pain and ragged bliss. She let out a quiet sob of victory.
Rob's hot breath whispered a soft caress against her neck. “I'm hurting you aren't I.” He rained gentle kisses against her glistening flesh. Lips tasted her neck, collar, cheeks. Teeth made loving nips against at silken skin.
“No,” she lied, her body quivering below him. It did hurt, her body ripped wide by her lover, but the sheer bliss of him inside her made the pain inconsequential. And the pleasure that still glowed within, liquid metal like the sky above, dancing passion that transcended her weak mortal body. This human who lay with her, lay within her, she would give her life for him without hesitation.
“More,” Gardevoir gasped, Rob motionless, filling her as her sex squeezed him. He continued to caress her neck with his lips, light jolts twirling through down her spine, a distraction from the pain. She tangled a hand in his hair, encouraging him to acknowledge his own needs, the raw power barely contained by his concern for her.
He withdrew just as slowly as he entered, her insides clinging desperately to keep him inside her, desperate to be bred. Rob groaned against her throat. He slid almost completely out of her, an intense sense of loss replacing the overwhelming fullness.
Her body made him slick enough that there was no resistance despite Rob's size, and he thrust into her once again. She had told him more, and her cries were hers to bear. The brutal thrust filled her to breaking once more, Rob forcing her insides to accept him, his movements only halted by her cervix, her tender body assaulted by Rob's lust. She clamped down on him, her body ignoring the pain in desire of his seed.
She cried out, but Rob forced his thumb into her mouth, muffling her cries. Rational thought had fled long ago, her mind nothing more than a sensory focal of agony, lust and ecstasy. She suckled the finger, fangs gently biting calloused skin. He pulled out once more, not stopping before ramming himself into her. His thumb was gone as she next cried out, and instead brushed against her sex, just above where he impaled her thin body.
Gardevoir thrashed beneath him, his touch crushing any pain she felt beneath inexorable surges of mind shattering exultation. His thumb worked a gentle circle around the small nub that crowned her sex, sending an inferno through her core.
What she had thought to be a pressure before blossomed, her mind ready to break under the pit of lust that surged between her thighs. She could feel it, the end, everything leading up to this single moment where her mind grasped for a thread of sanity before she plunged into the abyss of slathering, mindless pleasure. Her whole body locked up.
It came, a wave that washed away everything but the raging euphoria and Rob. She shook, her sex milking her love, her mate, demanding the seed she would bear for him. Her lungs emptied in one final gasp before she regained control.
Rob's movements were erratic as her climax flowed. He thrust wildly into her depths, tensing. She was ready for him.
“Fill me, my mate.”
Rob released. He buried himself one final time, his brutal thrust rocking her tiny body and ripping a gasp from her throat before he filled her with new life. Rob collapsed against her, panting. Sweat glistened on his skin under the last rays of sunlight, and he pulled himself from her with a lewd sound, their combined fluids emptying from her.
Rob pulled her limp body to him, the two of them on their sides. “I love you, and I'm so sorry.”
“I love you too, my mate.” Gardevoir panted against his chest, the scent of their coupling sharp in the air. She hugged him tight, almost afraid to let go.
His voice wavered. “Are you okay?”
She smiled and looked up into his eyes. “When you found me, I felt unlucky to have survived, death would have been kinder. I can never repay you. I'm glad it was you. I'm so glad it was you.” She squeezed her eyes shut before nuzzling into his throat, and she let Rob hold her while the sun sank below the treeline.
“You owe me nothing.”
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