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Kirika and Kiara walked out of the Contest Hall abreast, not looking at each other until they went through the narrow door and their elbows brushed. They turned their heads to find the threat, and saw each other. Kiara saw above all, a large pink ribbon bobbing up and down in the sea of Kirika's seafoam green hair. A wave of jealousy washed over Kiara, flushing her face.
Kirika saw first the eyes, red and glowing gems set in the pale cream of Kiara's face. She stood captivate for a moment, then saw as the twin rubies seemed to light her face aglow with a pink rivaling her own ribbon. She wished for a moment to reach out to Kiara, but she had turned away again. A reporter rushed up to Kirika, and she lost sight of Kiara as she showed off her ribbon.
They met up in a field outside town. Kiara lay beneath a tall maple tree, her moist eyes accusing the sky as the tears shone with the midday Sun's light. Kirika moved towards her, and could sense before she noticed Kiara's expression that she was sad. In her mind, she focused very carefully on Kiara, getting a heavy taste of her energy, breathing her sorrow for a moment. Then, concealed behind a stone wall, she slowly caressed Kiara's head telepathically.
Kiara felt a gentle, warm breeze push through her hair. She relaxed, feeling better for a moment. It was almost as if someone was rubbing her, only she sensed nobody. She felt the wind run around her face, drying away the tears. It caressed her thin neck. Kiara let the wind encompass her, sedate her, and calm her into a state of extreme relaxation, then jolt her awake as she felt it slide down and begin to knead her breasts.
Her eyes flew open, and she tried to sit up, but was held down by the invisible hands on her chest. She could sense something doing this to her. The sudden realization that someone or something had her under its power frightened her, but she couldn't help being aroused by the deep way she was being touched. Kiara tried to focus on her assailant. Just before she could lock on, a wave of warmth spread from her stomach, making her shudder. She felt one of the hands move slowly down her chest, tickling along as the other held her steady.
Behind the wall, Kirika felt her way along Kiara's thin frame, exploring every inch of it on the way down. She let her fingers dance along her soft skin, feeling it jump with excitement. She had dreamed of this day for ages, of how she would move and what she would say. Today wasn't the day to tell Kiara, though. As she paused for a moment, she felt Kiara push back, seeking her out. Quickly, Kirika broke the connection, sneaking away into the bushes so that she wouldn't be found. She would return.
Later that evening, as their two trainers walked side-by-side through the country, Kiara and Kirika stared at each other from across the mossy path, walking in silent enmity. Kirika felt in the back of her mind the persistent chirping, coming from Kiara. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd heard the voice, filled with hatred and loathing. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." If only she could explain how she felt, how much they belonged together. Soon, she thought, soon she would tell.
Kiara watched the path silently pass beneath her toes, glancing angrily at Kirika every once in a while, until she could see the large pink bow displayed so prominently on her head. She continued her noiseless assault, a constant reminder of how much she deserved to be the best. Kiara wondered sometimes why Kirika never responded, but she had assumed that Kirika wasn't intelligent enough to use her psychic powers. They would be rid of each other, if only their trainers weren't in love. Who needed love, anyway?
Kirika heard the droning voice fade away that night as Kiara fell asleep. Kirika waited silently for a few moments in her sleeping bag. Then she sent her own voice to Kiara psychically, "Are you awake?" She waited in anticipation, and after she got no response, she began to pull nervously at the zipper to her bag. She took a few minutes to gather her strength, which seemed to have deserted her, and slowly pushed it towards her feet. The sudden noise startled her, but it didn't wake Kiara.
She got up silently, creeping from her trainer's tent. She stepped on her hair lightly, but not enough to wake her up. Once she reached the flap, she braced herself for the cold outside. It wasn't nearly as bad as she thought, and the warm breeze over the nearby pond ruffled Kirika's skirt as she snuck along to the other tent. She slipped inside, stepping past Kiara's trainer. Placing her new pink ribbon by Kiara's side, she kissed her lightly on the forehead and then went back to her bed.
Kiara woke up late the next morning. She saw a dull pink glow, and thought of going back to sleep, before she noticed that a pink object had attached itself to her head. She screamed and clawed at it, and was surprised at how loftily it fell from her face and floated to the floor of the tent. As her heart stopped racing, she bent down reluctantly to get a closer look at the bow. It was Kirika's, the very one she'd won in the contest.
Kiara filled with a sudden rage, and immediately commenced the daily projection of her hatred into Kirika's mind. She must have left it there to taunt Kiara's unfair loss. Well, Kiara was too good for that. She launched a Psybeam attack, blowing the ribbon into little pieces of charred ribbon that fluttered around the tent. Her trainer stirred, so she stayed quiet for a minute or two, and then grabbed his walking stick. Kirika would pay for her cruelty.
Kirika was awake underneath her brightening tent, waiting to see Kiara's eventual reaction. Maybe now she would realize the truth. She felt her normally pale cheeks flush at the thought. With nothing hidden between them, Kiara would have to love her in return. It was the perfect plan, and Kirika hadn't been able to sleep since her mid-morning mission. She didn't want to miss Kiara's reaction, and focused on her with all her mind, waiting hour after hour for the first thoughts of the new morning... the new era.
The scream jolted her from her intent concentration. At first, it amused her, but after a moment she felt an intense wave of emotion from Kiara's tent, followed by the usual "I hate you. I hate you," though today it was quicker and more intense than ever. Fear tore at Kirika's hopes. Something had gone wrong. How could such a perfect plan go awry? Though it was against her nature, she began to emit calming thoughts in Kirika's presence. Her trainer was out somewhere, she realized, and she felt Kirika grow closer rapidly.
Instants later, Kiara burst through the tent flap, carrying her trainer's walking stick, which was almost twice her height. She held it like a bat, her eyes verifying Kirika's position, still under the covers. Kiara slammed the stick down on her, but a well-timed Kinesis attack took most of the force. All the same, the rounded end hit Kirika squarely on the head, stunning her for a moment. Kiara took the chance to raise it again above her head, hitting the roof of the tent as Kirika lay frozen beneath her. Again she brought it down, and nothing stopped it this time from connecting solidly with her chest.
The pain was excruciating for Kirika, who lost her breath and couldn't emit a sound. Her sole action was to cry out psychically, "Please don't kill me, I love you!" She felt reality drain from her mind as she passed into a dreamless sleep, her last image that of Kiara lifting the walking stick again high above her head, ready to finish her for good. It wasn't to be so, however. Kiara hesitated for a moment as her words finally sank in, and she was stunned. She waited for more, realizing after a few moments that Kirika was no longer conscious.
Panic flooded Kiara's mind as she realized what she'd done. A thin line of blood revealed itself on Kirika's naked torso, growing longer as it flowed onto the sleeping bag beneath her. Kiara felt as if someone had thrown upon her a bucket of freezing water. What had she done? If it was over... her last words... did Kirika really love her? She thought immediately of the ribbon. That stupid ribbon! She had misunderstood! That's why Kirika never fought back. It was true, then.
She bent down over Kirika's limp body, her muscles so weakened that she lay flat on top of her naked breasts. The blood mixed with Kiara's tears. She managed to listen carefully, and heard the faint patter of Kirika's heart. She probed her mind delicately. Kirika was only knocked out! Instantly, Kiara's heart began to thump in her chest. Things would be ok! Then she remembered what had happened to her the day before, under the tree. It was Kirika that had rubbed her!
It was a simple matter now to decide what she would do to in return. Sitting up, she glanced at the walking stick and smiled. Yes, that would do wonderfully. She stood up and readied herself, moving Kirika to the corner of the tent, tying a knot in the door to hold it closed, and finally picking up the stick, round end towards Kirika. It was time. If sex was what she wanted, she would get it... hard. Shuddering slightly, she probed the pole slowly into Kirika, twisting it lightly to ease it in. Kirika moaned sensuously in her state of unwanted repose.
Kirika dreamed of a long vine, tickling her across the chest, running down to the ground. It was warm, and she longed for it to visit her lower regions. The vine rested for a moment on her before it began to fade away. She longed for it to return, to no avail. Then, without warning, it returned in full force, tickling along her vulva, slowly pushing into her. It was like the perfect dream, only she could feel it so strongly that it had to be real. It began to hurt, but Kirika didn't mind. She began to breathe heavily and squirm as the vine inched its way along.
Suddenly she felt her body weigh down on the floor, along with a sharp pain in her torso. Suddenly her eyes opened, giving her a full of the surroundings. Kiara stood above her, staring intently at Kirika's crotch. She was holding a long stick, the end of which was working its way around her vagina. It was even better than the dream! Kiara finally knew about her feelings, and though Kirika didn't sense love in her mind, there was something more primal that she wanted. She smiled slyly before making herself known.
Kirika used her legs, now spread, to push herself along the sleeping bag, working back and forth against the stick. Kiara noticed suddenly that she was awake and aware. For a moment, it frightened her, but they kept working together. Kirika began to moan in pleasure, sweat washing away the blood. The pleasure ignited lines of fire in her gut, becoming more and more intense as the orgasm came. Kirika could feel it in her thoughts, even though she wasn't all that skilled in that respect. She pushed and withdrew faster and harder, bringing Kirika to her climax.
A small explosion of thick white cum coated the sleeping bag between Kirika's legs as she lay still again, exhausted. After a moment of heavy breathing, she felt Kiara pull out the staff. She sat up slowly, holding herself with her quivering arms. Kiara had done a good job; it was her turn to go to work. Kiara was intrigued by her coy smile, but smiled herself as Kirika reached into her trainer's backpack. She felt a sudden moment of fright. What if she wanted to fight back? She pushed back to the tent flap. It hit her in the back, surprising her. She wanted to go through, but suddenly remembered that she had locked it not ten minutes earlier.
Kirika, after a quick search, found what she had been looking for: the Pokéblock case. She giggled at the surprised look on Kiara's face. Now she had a captive audience. They circled around on opposite sides of the tent, until Kiara was cornered in the back of the tent. Kirika walked up to her. She seemed to be frozen as she lowered her to the ground. Kiara didn't feel like she had to fight back. The warm caressing hands soothed her and she wanted more and more for Kirika to go on with it. Kirika was now on top of Kiara on her trainer's warm cot.
She slipped her arm, hand clenched on the case, down between them. With a shiver of arousal, Kirika pushed the case deep into Kiara, using her other hand to caress her soft pale skin. They began to kiss passionately, Kiara taking deep moaning breaths as Kirika began to thrust the Pokéblock case in and out of her innermost reaches. Mixed with the pleasure, Kiara felt the sudden sting of her torn-open hymen. Her blood, like Kirika's, was spilled that night.
Kirika and Kiara both reached their hands downwards, laughing as they collided. They regained composure soon; Kiara was about to orgasm. Her hand, along with Kirika's, made its way down to the crotch, where it found Kirika's clitoris and began to rub it. The two moaned together as they approached their climaxes together. Finally, as if a wave had flowed over them, the two were soaking in warm sweat, blood, and cum. Exhausted, they relaxed, breathing heavily atop each other.
One year later, in a small house in the hills off route 114, the two played again together. Kiara, lying on Kirika's legs, tasted the cunt of the newly evolved Kirika. A nibble here and there and a fast tongue made her the ultimate pleasure-giver, and Kirika reflected this in every moan and sigh. With her hands, she carefully plied apart the labia, giving her tongue easy access to everything she wanted. Kirika held back until she could stand it no more, climaxing violently into Kiara's mouth.
Kiara took her fingers to sample the familiar fluid, feeding herself silently as Kirika shivered from the touch. Once she had finished, she laid down next to Kirika. The two Gardevoir hugged each other tightly as the warm breeze flowed past them from the window. They heard after a time their trainers returning from berry hunting. The two humans had become engaged last week, and Kirika and Kiara figured it was time for the trainers to know what was going on between them.
As they entered the room, seeing the two in bed, the female trainer seemed a bit shocked, while the male appeared more to be aroused. No explanation was needed; the two Gardevoir had been extraordinarily nice to each other for the past year, even refusing to compete against each other in competitions. The only thing that seemed a bit strange to them was the sudden disgust when they realized exactly what was the fluid that had been mysteriously forming overnight on their walking stick and Pokéblock case.
The End
Kirika saw first the eyes, red and glowing gems set in the pale cream of Kiara's face. She stood captivate for a moment, then saw as the twin rubies seemed to light her face aglow with a pink rivaling her own ribbon. She wished for a moment to reach out to Kiara, but she had turned away again. A reporter rushed up to Kirika, and she lost sight of Kiara as she showed off her ribbon.
They met up in a field outside town. Kiara lay beneath a tall maple tree, her moist eyes accusing the sky as the tears shone with the midday Sun's light. Kirika moved towards her, and could sense before she noticed Kiara's expression that she was sad. In her mind, she focused very carefully on Kiara, getting a heavy taste of her energy, breathing her sorrow for a moment. Then, concealed behind a stone wall, she slowly caressed Kiara's head telepathically.
Kiara felt a gentle, warm breeze push through her hair. She relaxed, feeling better for a moment. It was almost as if someone was rubbing her, only she sensed nobody. She felt the wind run around her face, drying away the tears. It caressed her thin neck. Kiara let the wind encompass her, sedate her, and calm her into a state of extreme relaxation, then jolt her awake as she felt it slide down and begin to knead her breasts.
Her eyes flew open, and she tried to sit up, but was held down by the invisible hands on her chest. She could sense something doing this to her. The sudden realization that someone or something had her under its power frightened her, but she couldn't help being aroused by the deep way she was being touched. Kiara tried to focus on her assailant. Just before she could lock on, a wave of warmth spread from her stomach, making her shudder. She felt one of the hands move slowly down her chest, tickling along as the other held her steady.
Behind the wall, Kirika felt her way along Kiara's thin frame, exploring every inch of it on the way down. She let her fingers dance along her soft skin, feeling it jump with excitement. She had dreamed of this day for ages, of how she would move and what she would say. Today wasn't the day to tell Kiara, though. As she paused for a moment, she felt Kiara push back, seeking her out. Quickly, Kirika broke the connection, sneaking away into the bushes so that she wouldn't be found. She would return.
Later that evening, as their two trainers walked side-by-side through the country, Kiara and Kirika stared at each other from across the mossy path, walking in silent enmity. Kirika felt in the back of her mind the persistent chirping, coming from Kiara. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd heard the voice, filled with hatred and loathing. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." If only she could explain how she felt, how much they belonged together. Soon, she thought, soon she would tell.
Kiara watched the path silently pass beneath her toes, glancing angrily at Kirika every once in a while, until she could see the large pink bow displayed so prominently on her head. She continued her noiseless assault, a constant reminder of how much she deserved to be the best. Kiara wondered sometimes why Kirika never responded, but she had assumed that Kirika wasn't intelligent enough to use her psychic powers. They would be rid of each other, if only their trainers weren't in love. Who needed love, anyway?
Kirika heard the droning voice fade away that night as Kiara fell asleep. Kirika waited silently for a few moments in her sleeping bag. Then she sent her own voice to Kiara psychically, "Are you awake?" She waited in anticipation, and after she got no response, she began to pull nervously at the zipper to her bag. She took a few minutes to gather her strength, which seemed to have deserted her, and slowly pushed it towards her feet. The sudden noise startled her, but it didn't wake Kiara.
She got up silently, creeping from her trainer's tent. She stepped on her hair lightly, but not enough to wake her up. Once she reached the flap, she braced herself for the cold outside. It wasn't nearly as bad as she thought, and the warm breeze over the nearby pond ruffled Kirika's skirt as she snuck along to the other tent. She slipped inside, stepping past Kiara's trainer. Placing her new pink ribbon by Kiara's side, she kissed her lightly on the forehead and then went back to her bed.
Kiara woke up late the next morning. She saw a dull pink glow, and thought of going back to sleep, before she noticed that a pink object had attached itself to her head. She screamed and clawed at it, and was surprised at how loftily it fell from her face and floated to the floor of the tent. As her heart stopped racing, she bent down reluctantly to get a closer look at the bow. It was Kirika's, the very one she'd won in the contest.
Kiara filled with a sudden rage, and immediately commenced the daily projection of her hatred into Kirika's mind. She must have left it there to taunt Kiara's unfair loss. Well, Kiara was too good for that. She launched a Psybeam attack, blowing the ribbon into little pieces of charred ribbon that fluttered around the tent. Her trainer stirred, so she stayed quiet for a minute or two, and then grabbed his walking stick. Kirika would pay for her cruelty.
Kirika was awake underneath her brightening tent, waiting to see Kiara's eventual reaction. Maybe now she would realize the truth. She felt her normally pale cheeks flush at the thought. With nothing hidden between them, Kiara would have to love her in return. It was the perfect plan, and Kirika hadn't been able to sleep since her mid-morning mission. She didn't want to miss Kiara's reaction, and focused on her with all her mind, waiting hour after hour for the first thoughts of the new morning... the new era.
The scream jolted her from her intent concentration. At first, it amused her, but after a moment she felt an intense wave of emotion from Kiara's tent, followed by the usual "I hate you. I hate you," though today it was quicker and more intense than ever. Fear tore at Kirika's hopes. Something had gone wrong. How could such a perfect plan go awry? Though it was against her nature, she began to emit calming thoughts in Kirika's presence. Her trainer was out somewhere, she realized, and she felt Kirika grow closer rapidly.
Instants later, Kiara burst through the tent flap, carrying her trainer's walking stick, which was almost twice her height. She held it like a bat, her eyes verifying Kirika's position, still under the covers. Kiara slammed the stick down on her, but a well-timed Kinesis attack took most of the force. All the same, the rounded end hit Kirika squarely on the head, stunning her for a moment. Kiara took the chance to raise it again above her head, hitting the roof of the tent as Kirika lay frozen beneath her. Again she brought it down, and nothing stopped it this time from connecting solidly with her chest.
The pain was excruciating for Kirika, who lost her breath and couldn't emit a sound. Her sole action was to cry out psychically, "Please don't kill me, I love you!" She felt reality drain from her mind as she passed into a dreamless sleep, her last image that of Kiara lifting the walking stick again high above her head, ready to finish her for good. It wasn't to be so, however. Kiara hesitated for a moment as her words finally sank in, and she was stunned. She waited for more, realizing after a few moments that Kirika was no longer conscious.
Panic flooded Kiara's mind as she realized what she'd done. A thin line of blood revealed itself on Kirika's naked torso, growing longer as it flowed onto the sleeping bag beneath her. Kiara felt as if someone had thrown upon her a bucket of freezing water. What had she done? If it was over... her last words... did Kirika really love her? She thought immediately of the ribbon. That stupid ribbon! She had misunderstood! That's why Kirika never fought back. It was true, then.
She bent down over Kirika's limp body, her muscles so weakened that she lay flat on top of her naked breasts. The blood mixed with Kiara's tears. She managed to listen carefully, and heard the faint patter of Kirika's heart. She probed her mind delicately. Kirika was only knocked out! Instantly, Kiara's heart began to thump in her chest. Things would be ok! Then she remembered what had happened to her the day before, under the tree. It was Kirika that had rubbed her!
It was a simple matter now to decide what she would do to in return. Sitting up, she glanced at the walking stick and smiled. Yes, that would do wonderfully. She stood up and readied herself, moving Kirika to the corner of the tent, tying a knot in the door to hold it closed, and finally picking up the stick, round end towards Kirika. It was time. If sex was what she wanted, she would get it... hard. Shuddering slightly, she probed the pole slowly into Kirika, twisting it lightly to ease it in. Kirika moaned sensuously in her state of unwanted repose.
Kirika dreamed of a long vine, tickling her across the chest, running down to the ground. It was warm, and she longed for it to visit her lower regions. The vine rested for a moment on her before it began to fade away. She longed for it to return, to no avail. Then, without warning, it returned in full force, tickling along her vulva, slowly pushing into her. It was like the perfect dream, only she could feel it so strongly that it had to be real. It began to hurt, but Kirika didn't mind. She began to breathe heavily and squirm as the vine inched its way along.
Suddenly she felt her body weigh down on the floor, along with a sharp pain in her torso. Suddenly her eyes opened, giving her a full of the surroundings. Kiara stood above her, staring intently at Kirika's crotch. She was holding a long stick, the end of which was working its way around her vagina. It was even better than the dream! Kiara finally knew about her feelings, and though Kirika didn't sense love in her mind, there was something more primal that she wanted. She smiled slyly before making herself known.
Kirika used her legs, now spread, to push herself along the sleeping bag, working back and forth against the stick. Kiara noticed suddenly that she was awake and aware. For a moment, it frightened her, but they kept working together. Kirika began to moan in pleasure, sweat washing away the blood. The pleasure ignited lines of fire in her gut, becoming more and more intense as the orgasm came. Kirika could feel it in her thoughts, even though she wasn't all that skilled in that respect. She pushed and withdrew faster and harder, bringing Kirika to her climax.
A small explosion of thick white cum coated the sleeping bag between Kirika's legs as she lay still again, exhausted. After a moment of heavy breathing, she felt Kiara pull out the staff. She sat up slowly, holding herself with her quivering arms. Kiara had done a good job; it was her turn to go to work. Kiara was intrigued by her coy smile, but smiled herself as Kirika reached into her trainer's backpack. She felt a sudden moment of fright. What if she wanted to fight back? She pushed back to the tent flap. It hit her in the back, surprising her. She wanted to go through, but suddenly remembered that she had locked it not ten minutes earlier.
Kirika, after a quick search, found what she had been looking for: the Pokéblock case. She giggled at the surprised look on Kiara's face. Now she had a captive audience. They circled around on opposite sides of the tent, until Kiara was cornered in the back of the tent. Kirika walked up to her. She seemed to be frozen as she lowered her to the ground. Kiara didn't feel like she had to fight back. The warm caressing hands soothed her and she wanted more and more for Kirika to go on with it. Kirika was now on top of Kiara on her trainer's warm cot.
She slipped her arm, hand clenched on the case, down between them. With a shiver of arousal, Kirika pushed the case deep into Kiara, using her other hand to caress her soft pale skin. They began to kiss passionately, Kiara taking deep moaning breaths as Kirika began to thrust the Pokéblock case in and out of her innermost reaches. Mixed with the pleasure, Kiara felt the sudden sting of her torn-open hymen. Her blood, like Kirika's, was spilled that night.
Kirika and Kiara both reached their hands downwards, laughing as they collided. They regained composure soon; Kiara was about to orgasm. Her hand, along with Kirika's, made its way down to the crotch, where it found Kirika's clitoris and began to rub it. The two moaned together as they approached their climaxes together. Finally, as if a wave had flowed over them, the two were soaking in warm sweat, blood, and cum. Exhausted, they relaxed, breathing heavily atop each other.
One year later, in a small house in the hills off route 114, the two played again together. Kiara, lying on Kirika's legs, tasted the cunt of the newly evolved Kirika. A nibble here and there and a fast tongue made her the ultimate pleasure-giver, and Kirika reflected this in every moan and sigh. With her hands, she carefully plied apart the labia, giving her tongue easy access to everything she wanted. Kirika held back until she could stand it no more, climaxing violently into Kiara's mouth.
Kiara took her fingers to sample the familiar fluid, feeding herself silently as Kirika shivered from the touch. Once she had finished, she laid down next to Kirika. The two Gardevoir hugged each other tightly as the warm breeze flowed past them from the window. They heard after a time their trainers returning from berry hunting. The two humans had become engaged last week, and Kirika and Kiara figured it was time for the trainers to know what was going on between them.
As they entered the room, seeing the two in bed, the female trainer seemed a bit shocked, while the male appeared more to be aroused. No explanation was needed; the two Gardevoir had been extraordinarily nice to each other for the past year, even refusing to compete against each other in competitions. The only thing that seemed a bit strange to them was the sudden disgust when they realized exactly what was the fluid that had been mysteriously forming overnight on their walking stick and Pokéblock case.
The End