Gifts Freely Given
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mike. Mike Jerome Albert O'Leary. If that name isn't sufficient to conjure a description for you, I'm six foot five inches tall, weigh approximately 220 pounds, have blonde hair, blue eyes, a dusting of freckles, and I've recently been on the front cover of every scandal rag in the country for my sexual affair with two pokemon. Now, I know you've probably heard something about that, and probably conjured up an image of me as some pervert who can't get a girl so he fucks his pokemon. Let me tell it from my side of the story, and then you'll understand.
I'm a Psychic. There are all sorts of wild stories out there about what we Psychics can do, most of which are true. I can levitate a two ton block of steel from half a mile away, and can turn on the television in my room in Jubilife while I'm at Battle Tower to record my favorite TV shows. But perhaps the biggest gift I've been given is the ability to understand what pokemon say. Nah, it even goes deeper than that. I can understand pokemon. Period. I understand their thoughts, their emotions, their wishes, their fears... their desires. This, then, leads me full circle, to a moment roughly three months ago, just after an exhausting battle.
"Way to go, Roserade!" I cheered as Whiscash collapsed on the floor. Roserade bobbed her blossoms in my direction with dignity, then abandons the pretense and jumps into my arms, hugging me joyfully. "You did great!" I said, patting her on the head.
"Thanks, Zach!" she told me, though "Rose-roserade" is all the rest of the world would hear.
"You did well, too, Kirlia," I tell my other summoned pokemon, looking down at my side. She nods, but remains silent. I remember thinking to myself that I ought to ask what was wrong, but just then Whiscash's trainer came over to congratulate me on the match. We fell to talking about training methods and food, and a variety of other pokemon things, and by the time I had extracted myself from the conversation, my concerns about Kirlia had vanished into the back of my mind
We made camp not too long after that, seeing as how it had been an exhausting day. I placed my six pokeballs on a tree stump (and isn't it handy how many of those there are here in Kanto?) and looked around for Roserade and Kirlia. We had long since established that pokeballs were uncomfortable for my two oldest friends, and so I didn't force the issue further. It just didn't seem fair. Roserade had already bundled her petals around her, and I nodded softly as I heard her measured breaths of slumber. One of the mysteries I had never solved to my satisfaction was why plant pokemon needed to breathe, but that's not the focus of this story. I couldn't see Kirlia, but I sought her aura with my mind and discovered her about twenty yards away, at the base of a tree. Well, if she wished to be alone, that would be her decision. I debated asking her to come closer in case something attacked, but I laughed at myself for the thought. Kirlia was my first pokemon, and by far my most powerful. Anything that attacked her might live to regret it, if it was extraordinarily lucky. I lay down and went easily to sleep, still laughing.
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Kirlia waited patiently for her trainer to find her. As the night began to grow, she realized with a sudden start that Mike had already gone to sleep. Tears start welling up from her eyes and she wipes them away fiercely.
"I'm not sad," she mutters. "Who cares what a human thinks, anyway?"
A Hoot-Hoot called out into the night, and the cry sounded like laughter. Kirlia sank further down against the tree trunk.
"I'm NOT," she protested even more firmly. Even the ambient sounds of the forest seemed to disagree with her, and she finally sighed.
"I am upset," she admitted.
"Why?" Roserade asked. Kirlia jumped.
"Who, what, where, when, why?" she babbled. "I didn't do it!" she defended herself. "Professor Plum in the conservatory with the wrench," she offered. "Carry the two and subtract one," she opined. "Oh," she said. "It's you, Rosie."
"Evening, Kira," Roserade yawned. "It's late out, huh?"
"A bit," Kira responded. Despite herself, she felt a bit concerned. "Should you really be awake this late? Don't you have to sleep during the night to be ready for the sun?" Roserade waved her slightly wilted blooms gingerly.
"Usually," she grimaced. "But I can survive a night, and you seem very upset. What's wrong?"
Kirlia weighed her anger with Roserade against her need to talk to someone. In the end, she decided, she wasn't really angry at Roserade. She was more angry with her trainer.
"It's Mike," she began. "Lately, you and he seem so close."
Roserade didn't answer, only sat down next to Kirlia and put her arm around the psychic pokemon.
"Talk," she ordered. Kirlia talked.
"I used to be his favorite," she explained. Tears welled up as she explained how she had met him as a Ralts, so long ago, and the joys she felt when she realized that her trainer was a Psychic too. "I learned so much about humans," she reminisced. "Things my family and I had wondered for years, Mike explained in minutes." But then Mike had caught a Budew, and soon all his attention was lavished on the Budew. Vitamins, massages, styling, accessories... the list went on. Budew didn't want for anything.
"I remember that," Roserade agreed softly. "It was very pleasant, since I was the youngest in my family. I never used to get anything."
"I thought it would get better when you finally evolved," Kirlia explained. "But then he worked so hard on finding that Dawn Stone for you so that you could evolve again! Your third evolution, and you're three weeks younger than me!"
Roserade said nothing. There was nothing to say.
"And now, it's always 'You did good, Roserade!' after every battle, and then 'Oh, you did okay too, Kirlia.' How am I supposed to feel?!"
"Horrible," Roserade whispered. "But you know, Mike really does care about you." Kirlia scoffed and Roserade continued insistently. "It's just, he feels you're powerful enough to take care of yourself. You're really the leader of us six. I mean, Mike's our trainer, but you're the one we look to for directions when we need them, while he's doing something else. You're our leader," she repeated, and then fell silent.
"Remember when we were lost in Mount Moon? You led us out," Roserade continued after a moment. "And in the Safari Zone, who was it that helped us find help when Mike sprained his ankle and couldn't walk?"
Kirlia thought about it, and then turned to Roserade, opening her mouth to object. At just that instant, Roserade was looking at her and about to continue, until their lips met accidentally. They nearly leapt apart at the touch.
"I didn't..." Kirlia began.
"That wasn't..." Roserade said at the same time. She seemed to consider a moment, and then crept towards Kirlia.
"What?" Kirlia asked, slightly confused. There was a look on Roserade's face that she didn't recognize.
"I liked that," Roserade explained. "I had to think about it for a second, but I liked that. I want to try it again."
Something in Kirlia thrilled to hear Roserade admit it, but she attempted to seem nonchalant.
"Well, if you really have to," she said casually. Roserade evidently did, as she leaned forward to envelop Kirlia in her arms. She leaned down and kissed the other's small lips delicately. Kirlia's pretense of disinterest vanished in a wave of passion, and she kissed Roserade back.
That's when I came out from behind the tree I'd been hiding behind. It's not generally known, but Psychics don't keep their powers on at all times. It's draining, so we only use them when we have to. So when I heard Kirlia's sad story, it was for the first time. I debated coming out then, but I had heard Roserade trying to help Kirlia, and I wanted the two of them to become closer. But as soon as they fell silent, I made for the clearing Kirlia and Roserade were sitting in. It took me a couple of moments, but I arrived just in time to see my two favorite pokemon kissing like long-time lovers. To say I was surprised would be very much like saying that an ocean is wet. Apparently, my plan of having them become closer had worked better than I imagined.
"Ahem," I said.
The two looked at me suddenly, embarrassment writ on every part of their faces, and I felt compelled to sit down to keep from laughing. This would require me to be serious, because there was a distinct problem I had to solve. I couldn't care less if they wanted to have sex (actually, I did care, but mostly because of a certain level of insistence from below the belt), but I couldn't let Kirlia think she was second-best.
"Kirlia," I told her, deciding to go straight to the point. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about the way you felt when I started pampering Roserade, and didn't even think about whether I was ignoring you. And Roserade, I'm sorry, because the way I treated both of you put you in a position where Kirlia resented you."
Kirlia seemed to consider me a moment, then stepped forward and gave me a hug.
"I forgive you," she said softly. "But..."
She looked at Roserade, seeming to find strength in her friend's gaze, and then looked back at me hesitantly.
"There's something I need to give you first," she finished.
"Oh?"
Kirlia pulled her skirt up slightly, giving me a glimpse of the swollen lips of her pussy.
"I want," she began, and swallowed nervously. "I want to give you this. So you'll always remember that I was your first... first caught, and first to love you..."
The simple, heartfelt pledge that she gave me said more than volumes could have. I didn't require my abilities to know that Kirlia was nervous about what would happen, but that she was determined that she would go through with it. I felt like I couldn't refuse. To be honest, I'm not sure that I really wanted to. And here's the point I'd like to make. I did, and do, love Kirlia and Roserade, like family. If Kirlia wanted this, then I was more than happy to give it to her, and even happier to have her want to take it.
Roserade simply watched as I reached out and touched the outside of Kirlia's slit. The psychic pokemon's cheeks were bright red, though with embarrassment or arousal, I couldn't tell without touching her mind, and I was suddenly reluctant to do so. I wanted tonight to be special, and so I decided, just for tonight, to pretend to be a normal. I slid my finger gently between the two lips and let the feel of her pulse encompass my hand, and all my senses. I let my thumb come up and start rubbing on the soft button of her clit, and smiled as Kirlia gasped involuntarily. She didn't let the skirt fall, however, and a few seconds later, she brought the skirt up to her mouth and clenched it as she dropped her hands to cover mine.
"That feels good," she told me. The words were muffled by the cloth in her mouth.
"It's supposed to," I informed her. The sternness of my tone startled a giggle out of her, and she dropped the skirt. Roserade obligingly pulled it back up and Kirlia kissed her in thanks.
Kirlia was growing fairly wet, and I pulled my hand out to show her the glistening dampness of her juices. I solemnly licked it, taking the time to make sure she saw that I was enjoying it. It tasted, and I kid you not, like strawberries. Or rather, like strawberries and cream. My mind provided an amused commentary on cream, and I agreed with myself on my next move. As Roserade sensed my intent, she stepped back, and let me pull Kirlia towards me. She came unresistingly, eagerly, and as I stripped out of my pants, she mewed-no other word for it-happily at the sight. To be honest, that reaction pleased me. I'm a bit smaller than average, and I'd been with several girls who had had quite a few sarcastic things to say about my equipment. Now, looking down at my tiny lover, I found myself grateful, for the first time, that I was small enough to fit.
"This is going to hurt a bit," I warned her. She nodded nervously, and I sat down, extending my legs so that she could position herself on the tip of my cock. That way, she could set the pace, so I wouldn't hurt her too badly. I was really worried about that.
Kirlia began to push downward, slowly. I felt her warmth begin to envelop the head of my shaft, and felt her stop to get used to the intrusion. Roserade came over and they kissed again, Kirlia then letting herself down a little more, as though Roserade's presence gave her the courage to go on. There was an almost audible popping noise as the head completely entered her. She gasped at the sensation, but still didn't let up on the pressure. I felt something give way inside of her, and she suddenly sank down three full inches, two-thirds of my length, in one go. Tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes at the pain she must have been feeling, but she broke her kiss with Roserade to give me a brave smile.
"That's it," she whispered. "That's all I can fit." The words were clinical, the tone... something else. There was definite satisfaction in her voice, pleasure at having managed as much as she had. I nodded.
"Wait until it's comfortable before you start to move," I warned her. "I don't want you hurting yourself."
"I won't," she promised. We stayed frozen like that for nearly two minutes while she became accustomed to feeling me inside of her, before she began to slowly push upward. She started rocking towards me, placing her small hands on my stomach to get leverage. She moved cautiously, but I could hear the sudden excitement in her breathing as the pain gave way to pleasure. Her speed increased gradually until we settled into a steady rhythm. I felt it safe to start moving with her, and she cried out in ecstasy at my motions.
"I forgot," she gasped, "that you... could move too."
I could have laughed, if I wasn't starting to feel dizzy. I was getting close to climax. She was clenching me tighter than any human woman's pussy had, than my own fist, or anything else, and it was starting to take a toll on my endurance. It wasn't much longer until Kirlia began shudder and she froze. I realized then, looking at her chewing on her lip, that she was cumming, and trying to do it as silently as possible. I retained enough presence of mind to poke her in the stomach, and she cried out in shock. She gave me a look of betrayal, her eyes clearing slightly from the haze of orgasm.
"Relax," I told her, as calmly as I could. "It's supposed to be fun."
She nodded, and we resumed rocking towards each other, in a slow, even pace. I was on the edge even as I told her to relax, and I grunted as I felt my own climax hit. My shields suddenly went down, and I felt my mind blast my feelings out towards Kirlia. She shuddered again, and then cried out as she came for the second time as she felt the sensations I was sending. Her own empathic abilities responded, and we clung to each other in the tempest of our emotions as our abilities fed off of one another.
All too soon, though, the emanations began to fade, and we collapsed on the ground. I chuckled softly as I lifted Kirlia off of my softening manhood. She had brought her paw to her mouth at some point during our climax, and she was sucking on it slowly, her eyes closed. I let my mind touch hers, and felt the perfect mindglow of sleep. Psychic abilities wear even psychic pokemon out sometimes, I guess.
"I suppose you'll be wanting some too," I commented dryly to Roserade, pulling my pants on and buckling my belt. Roserade shook her head, then looked upward and kissed me.
"Just that," she told me. "Call it a promissory note. I want tonight to be Kirlia's only."
With that, she curled up her petals right where she was, and drifted off to sleep. I wrapped Kirlia, already asleep, up in my shirt, and carried her back to camp. She mumbled in her sleep, and I looked down at her with loving eyes. She was everything I wanted her to be, and so much more: she was herself, and I loved her.
So there you are. My lover is a pokemon. If you don't like it, I'll point out that Kirlia and I are quite happy, as are all my lovers in the pokemon world. We love each other, and we'll thank the rest of the world to, in the vernacular, get the fook out of our lives. Thank you, and good day.
I'm a Psychic. There are all sorts of wild stories out there about what we Psychics can do, most of which are true. I can levitate a two ton block of steel from half a mile away, and can turn on the television in my room in Jubilife while I'm at Battle Tower to record my favorite TV shows. But perhaps the biggest gift I've been given is the ability to understand what pokemon say. Nah, it even goes deeper than that. I can understand pokemon. Period. I understand their thoughts, their emotions, their wishes, their fears... their desires. This, then, leads me full circle, to a moment roughly three months ago, just after an exhausting battle.
"Way to go, Roserade!" I cheered as Whiscash collapsed on the floor. Roserade bobbed her blossoms in my direction with dignity, then abandons the pretense and jumps into my arms, hugging me joyfully. "You did great!" I said, patting her on the head.
"Thanks, Zach!" she told me, though "Rose-roserade" is all the rest of the world would hear.
"You did well, too, Kirlia," I tell my other summoned pokemon, looking down at my side. She nods, but remains silent. I remember thinking to myself that I ought to ask what was wrong, but just then Whiscash's trainer came over to congratulate me on the match. We fell to talking about training methods and food, and a variety of other pokemon things, and by the time I had extracted myself from the conversation, my concerns about Kirlia had vanished into the back of my mind
We made camp not too long after that, seeing as how it had been an exhausting day. I placed my six pokeballs on a tree stump (and isn't it handy how many of those there are here in Kanto?) and looked around for Roserade and Kirlia. We had long since established that pokeballs were uncomfortable for my two oldest friends, and so I didn't force the issue further. It just didn't seem fair. Roserade had already bundled her petals around her, and I nodded softly as I heard her measured breaths of slumber. One of the mysteries I had never solved to my satisfaction was why plant pokemon needed to breathe, but that's not the focus of this story. I couldn't see Kirlia, but I sought her aura with my mind and discovered her about twenty yards away, at the base of a tree. Well, if she wished to be alone, that would be her decision. I debated asking her to come closer in case something attacked, but I laughed at myself for the thought. Kirlia was my first pokemon, and by far my most powerful. Anything that attacked her might live to regret it, if it was extraordinarily lucky. I lay down and went easily to sleep, still laughing.
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Kirlia waited patiently for her trainer to find her. As the night began to grow, she realized with a sudden start that Mike had already gone to sleep. Tears start welling up from her eyes and she wipes them away fiercely.
"I'm not sad," she mutters. "Who cares what a human thinks, anyway?"
A Hoot-Hoot called out into the night, and the cry sounded like laughter. Kirlia sank further down against the tree trunk.
"I'm NOT," she protested even more firmly. Even the ambient sounds of the forest seemed to disagree with her, and she finally sighed.
"I am upset," she admitted.
"Why?" Roserade asked. Kirlia jumped.
"Who, what, where, when, why?" she babbled. "I didn't do it!" she defended herself. "Professor Plum in the conservatory with the wrench," she offered. "Carry the two and subtract one," she opined. "Oh," she said. "It's you, Rosie."
"Evening, Kira," Roserade yawned. "It's late out, huh?"
"A bit," Kira responded. Despite herself, she felt a bit concerned. "Should you really be awake this late? Don't you have to sleep during the night to be ready for the sun?" Roserade waved her slightly wilted blooms gingerly.
"Usually," she grimaced. "But I can survive a night, and you seem very upset. What's wrong?"
Kirlia weighed her anger with Roserade against her need to talk to someone. In the end, she decided, she wasn't really angry at Roserade. She was more angry with her trainer.
"It's Mike," she began. "Lately, you and he seem so close."
Roserade didn't answer, only sat down next to Kirlia and put her arm around the psychic pokemon.
"Talk," she ordered. Kirlia talked.
"I used to be his favorite," she explained. Tears welled up as she explained how she had met him as a Ralts, so long ago, and the joys she felt when she realized that her trainer was a Psychic too. "I learned so much about humans," she reminisced. "Things my family and I had wondered for years, Mike explained in minutes." But then Mike had caught a Budew, and soon all his attention was lavished on the Budew. Vitamins, massages, styling, accessories... the list went on. Budew didn't want for anything.
"I remember that," Roserade agreed softly. "It was very pleasant, since I was the youngest in my family. I never used to get anything."
"I thought it would get better when you finally evolved," Kirlia explained. "But then he worked so hard on finding that Dawn Stone for you so that you could evolve again! Your third evolution, and you're three weeks younger than me!"
Roserade said nothing. There was nothing to say.
"And now, it's always 'You did good, Roserade!' after every battle, and then 'Oh, you did okay too, Kirlia.' How am I supposed to feel?!"
"Horrible," Roserade whispered. "But you know, Mike really does care about you." Kirlia scoffed and Roserade continued insistently. "It's just, he feels you're powerful enough to take care of yourself. You're really the leader of us six. I mean, Mike's our trainer, but you're the one we look to for directions when we need them, while he's doing something else. You're our leader," she repeated, and then fell silent.
"Remember when we were lost in Mount Moon? You led us out," Roserade continued after a moment. "And in the Safari Zone, who was it that helped us find help when Mike sprained his ankle and couldn't walk?"
Kirlia thought about it, and then turned to Roserade, opening her mouth to object. At just that instant, Roserade was looking at her and about to continue, until their lips met accidentally. They nearly leapt apart at the touch.
"I didn't..." Kirlia began.
"That wasn't..." Roserade said at the same time. She seemed to consider a moment, and then crept towards Kirlia.
"What?" Kirlia asked, slightly confused. There was a look on Roserade's face that she didn't recognize.
"I liked that," Roserade explained. "I had to think about it for a second, but I liked that. I want to try it again."
Something in Kirlia thrilled to hear Roserade admit it, but she attempted to seem nonchalant.
"Well, if you really have to," she said casually. Roserade evidently did, as she leaned forward to envelop Kirlia in her arms. She leaned down and kissed the other's small lips delicately. Kirlia's pretense of disinterest vanished in a wave of passion, and she kissed Roserade back.
That's when I came out from behind the tree I'd been hiding behind. It's not generally known, but Psychics don't keep their powers on at all times. It's draining, so we only use them when we have to. So when I heard Kirlia's sad story, it was for the first time. I debated coming out then, but I had heard Roserade trying to help Kirlia, and I wanted the two of them to become closer. But as soon as they fell silent, I made for the clearing Kirlia and Roserade were sitting in. It took me a couple of moments, but I arrived just in time to see my two favorite pokemon kissing like long-time lovers. To say I was surprised would be very much like saying that an ocean is wet. Apparently, my plan of having them become closer had worked better than I imagined.
"Ahem," I said.
The two looked at me suddenly, embarrassment writ on every part of their faces, and I felt compelled to sit down to keep from laughing. This would require me to be serious, because there was a distinct problem I had to solve. I couldn't care less if they wanted to have sex (actually, I did care, but mostly because of a certain level of insistence from below the belt), but I couldn't let Kirlia think she was second-best.
"Kirlia," I told her, deciding to go straight to the point. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about the way you felt when I started pampering Roserade, and didn't even think about whether I was ignoring you. And Roserade, I'm sorry, because the way I treated both of you put you in a position where Kirlia resented you."
Kirlia seemed to consider me a moment, then stepped forward and gave me a hug.
"I forgive you," she said softly. "But..."
She looked at Roserade, seeming to find strength in her friend's gaze, and then looked back at me hesitantly.
"There's something I need to give you first," she finished.
"Oh?"
Kirlia pulled her skirt up slightly, giving me a glimpse of the swollen lips of her pussy.
"I want," she began, and swallowed nervously. "I want to give you this. So you'll always remember that I was your first... first caught, and first to love you..."
The simple, heartfelt pledge that she gave me said more than volumes could have. I didn't require my abilities to know that Kirlia was nervous about what would happen, but that she was determined that she would go through with it. I felt like I couldn't refuse. To be honest, I'm not sure that I really wanted to. And here's the point I'd like to make. I did, and do, love Kirlia and Roserade, like family. If Kirlia wanted this, then I was more than happy to give it to her, and even happier to have her want to take it.
Roserade simply watched as I reached out and touched the outside of Kirlia's slit. The psychic pokemon's cheeks were bright red, though with embarrassment or arousal, I couldn't tell without touching her mind, and I was suddenly reluctant to do so. I wanted tonight to be special, and so I decided, just for tonight, to pretend to be a normal. I slid my finger gently between the two lips and let the feel of her pulse encompass my hand, and all my senses. I let my thumb come up and start rubbing on the soft button of her clit, and smiled as Kirlia gasped involuntarily. She didn't let the skirt fall, however, and a few seconds later, she brought the skirt up to her mouth and clenched it as she dropped her hands to cover mine.
"That feels good," she told me. The words were muffled by the cloth in her mouth.
"It's supposed to," I informed her. The sternness of my tone startled a giggle out of her, and she dropped the skirt. Roserade obligingly pulled it back up and Kirlia kissed her in thanks.
Kirlia was growing fairly wet, and I pulled my hand out to show her the glistening dampness of her juices. I solemnly licked it, taking the time to make sure she saw that I was enjoying it. It tasted, and I kid you not, like strawberries. Or rather, like strawberries and cream. My mind provided an amused commentary on cream, and I agreed with myself on my next move. As Roserade sensed my intent, she stepped back, and let me pull Kirlia towards me. She came unresistingly, eagerly, and as I stripped out of my pants, she mewed-no other word for it-happily at the sight. To be honest, that reaction pleased me. I'm a bit smaller than average, and I'd been with several girls who had had quite a few sarcastic things to say about my equipment. Now, looking down at my tiny lover, I found myself grateful, for the first time, that I was small enough to fit.
"This is going to hurt a bit," I warned her. She nodded nervously, and I sat down, extending my legs so that she could position herself on the tip of my cock. That way, she could set the pace, so I wouldn't hurt her too badly. I was really worried about that.
Kirlia began to push downward, slowly. I felt her warmth begin to envelop the head of my shaft, and felt her stop to get used to the intrusion. Roserade came over and they kissed again, Kirlia then letting herself down a little more, as though Roserade's presence gave her the courage to go on. There was an almost audible popping noise as the head completely entered her. She gasped at the sensation, but still didn't let up on the pressure. I felt something give way inside of her, and she suddenly sank down three full inches, two-thirds of my length, in one go. Tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes at the pain she must have been feeling, but she broke her kiss with Roserade to give me a brave smile.
"That's it," she whispered. "That's all I can fit." The words were clinical, the tone... something else. There was definite satisfaction in her voice, pleasure at having managed as much as she had. I nodded.
"Wait until it's comfortable before you start to move," I warned her. "I don't want you hurting yourself."
"I won't," she promised. We stayed frozen like that for nearly two minutes while she became accustomed to feeling me inside of her, before she began to slowly push upward. She started rocking towards me, placing her small hands on my stomach to get leverage. She moved cautiously, but I could hear the sudden excitement in her breathing as the pain gave way to pleasure. Her speed increased gradually until we settled into a steady rhythm. I felt it safe to start moving with her, and she cried out in ecstasy at my motions.
"I forgot," she gasped, "that you... could move too."
I could have laughed, if I wasn't starting to feel dizzy. I was getting close to climax. She was clenching me tighter than any human woman's pussy had, than my own fist, or anything else, and it was starting to take a toll on my endurance. It wasn't much longer until Kirlia began shudder and she froze. I realized then, looking at her chewing on her lip, that she was cumming, and trying to do it as silently as possible. I retained enough presence of mind to poke her in the stomach, and she cried out in shock. She gave me a look of betrayal, her eyes clearing slightly from the haze of orgasm.
"Relax," I told her, as calmly as I could. "It's supposed to be fun."
She nodded, and we resumed rocking towards each other, in a slow, even pace. I was on the edge even as I told her to relax, and I grunted as I felt my own climax hit. My shields suddenly went down, and I felt my mind blast my feelings out towards Kirlia. She shuddered again, and then cried out as she came for the second time as she felt the sensations I was sending. Her own empathic abilities responded, and we clung to each other in the tempest of our emotions as our abilities fed off of one another.
All too soon, though, the emanations began to fade, and we collapsed on the ground. I chuckled softly as I lifted Kirlia off of my softening manhood. She had brought her paw to her mouth at some point during our climax, and she was sucking on it slowly, her eyes closed. I let my mind touch hers, and felt the perfect mindglow of sleep. Psychic abilities wear even psychic pokemon out sometimes, I guess.
"I suppose you'll be wanting some too," I commented dryly to Roserade, pulling my pants on and buckling my belt. Roserade shook her head, then looked upward and kissed me.
"Just that," she told me. "Call it a promissory note. I want tonight to be Kirlia's only."
With that, she curled up her petals right where she was, and drifted off to sleep. I wrapped Kirlia, already asleep, up in my shirt, and carried her back to camp. She mumbled in her sleep, and I looked down at her with loving eyes. She was everything I wanted her to be, and so much more: she was herself, and I loved her.
So there you are. My lover is a pokemon. If you don't like it, I'll point out that Kirlia and I are quite happy, as are all my lovers in the pokemon world. We love each other, and we'll thank the rest of the world to, in the vernacular, get the fook out of our lives. Thank you, and good day.