OMG DISCLAIMER!!!
I don't claim to own the pokemon used in the story, no copyright violations are intended, Lucario and Gardevoir are owned...whoever it was who was brilliant enough to invent these two. Bellesa and Jakost are original characters of mine, though; any similarities to other characters elsewhere are purely coincidental (that is how you spell it, right?).

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Author: Hello. For those of you who read the first chapter, you may have noticed that it has a somewhat abrupt ending. This is because the story was originally going to be a bit longer, but I wanted to get it off my hands before I started working on Life of a Champion, my other story. So I just ended it the quickest way I could think of and posted it. I was totally not expecting the five-star and four and a half star ratings I received. So I've decided to continue the story of Bellesa and Jakost, in between LOAC chapters. Enjoy!

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Jakost stretched and got up with a huge yawn. It was nearly sunrise; time for Jakost's daily run. Every morning, Jakost would get up early, then run around the forest once or twice, and end by running straight up the cliff to his cave. He used to entertain himself by doing all sorts of acrobatics on his way into the cave, but now that he had a mate, he couldn't do that anymore; he was afraid he might crash into and hurt her. It had been two weeks since Jakost had taken Bellesa as his mate, and since then, they'd spent a lot of time cleaning up his cave and making it more comfortable. They now slept on a bed made of something soft. Jakost couldn't remember what it was, but it was better than sleeping on the stone floor. The bed was entirely Bellesa's idea.
"I'm not mating with you until we have a proper bed," his Gardevoir mate had told him. He'd ignored her, figuring she'd get over it eventually. Big mistake. After a day or so, she realized what he was doing and took measure to counter him. She'd begun teasing the poor Lucario, both verbally and sexually, never giving him an opportunity to return the favor, and when they went to sleep at night, she would pull back one side of her skirt a little, exposing her up to mid-thigh, but never let him touch her. Jakost withstood two days of this, then finally relented and found the materials she could use to make a bed.
All that for a bed, he thought. I hope she doesn't want me to paint the walls.
At the thought of her, Jakost turned and gazed at his mate, fast asleep on her side. He watched her side rise and fall as she breathed, and wondered for the umpteenth time whether or not that dress was really a part of her, noticing she was wet. Must be a good dream, he thought.
Then he turned and left for his run.

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Bellesa was having the most wonderful dream at that moment, in which she had removed her dress as Jakost mated her over and over in every way imaginable, neither of them ever seeming to run out of steam. In her dream, she was currently upside down, while Jakost pounded his hips into hers. After a few more minutes of this, Jakost turned her over and drove his meat as far into her cunt as it would go. He moaned as he came, shooting his seed into her womb, which was already full from several previous orgasms, but it simply splashed back out of her body, gushing onto their groins. The odd feeling of being completely full of her mate's seed drove Bellesa wild, and she climaxed as his orgasm faded. Just as they were about to try another position, Jakost vanished, and Bellesa woke up. The first thing she noticed was that Jakost had already gone out running. The second thing she noticed was that he had started the fire for her before he left.
He's not the kind of guy who would leave a fire unattended, a voice in her mind told her. It was true. Anytime the fire was lit and Bellesa had to go do something, Jakost remained at the fireside, watching it.
Bellesa suddenly noticed that whoever had lit the fire had moved it to the edge of the cliff. Several chunks of burning wood were falling apart in the fire, and unless she did something, one of them would fall into the forest below, starting a forest fire. She readied an ice punch and was going to freeze the burning logs when something hit her from the side, knocking her down. Suddenly Bellesa was pinned down, and she looked up to find a Houndoom grinning at her.
"Sorry girly," he growled. "Can't let you do that. I could use your help with something else, though." A smirk crossed his face
Why do males keep trying to rape me? Bellesa thought desperately. She struggled and he shifted so he had her by the shoulders. Bellesa remembered something Jakost had taught her, and tried it out. She focused, and managed to produce a small aura sphere. Regardless of its size, the aura sphere still hurt the dark type, and the Houndoom leapt off of her. Jakost suddenly appeared beside her.
"What's going on?" he asked her. "I smelled smoke and--" he broke off as he spotted the Houndoom.
"You," the Houndoom snarled.
"What are you doing here?" Jakost demanded, charging an aura sphere. Clearly the two of them knew each other, and Bellesa focused her attention on the fire. By the time she managed to put out the fire, the Houndoom had Jakost pinned to the ground and was readying a flamethrower.
"Jakost!" she cried, scared she might lose him.
The Houndoom paused for a moment, glancing at Bellesa. Then he grinned maliciously. "You have a mate now?" he asked Jakost. "You should know better than that."
Jakost growled and struggled to get free. "Shut up!"
"One would think you'd have learned not to get too close to someone. I thought you learned that from your trainer."
Jakost froze, then gave one mighty shove to get the Houndoom off him, but it wasn't enough.
"Maybe I should tell you again. Don't get attached to anyone, because you never know when something bad might happen." With that, the Houndoom unleashed the flamethrower not at Jakost, but at Bellesa instead. She froze as the flames rushed toward her, only aware of the anguished look on her mate's face.

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"No!" Jakost cried as he watched the fire devour the one pokemon who he had ever loved.
"Didn't I tell you?" the Houndoom taunted him, readying another flamethrower, this time for him. Abruptly there was an explosion, and the Houndoom was sent flying, howling in pain. Jakost jumped to his feet and charged the hellhound, using a powerful force palm fueled by the hatred he felt toward this sadistic pokemon. The force palm struck the hound with enough force to send it flying out the cave mouth. Jakost watched the dog's body hit the ground far below.
He addressed the pokemon who had distracted the houndoom. "Thank you."
"What are mates for?" answered a wonderfully familiar voice. Jakost turned to see Bellesa standing there, unharmed except for a few scorch marks on her dress. "Well, other than the obvious."
Relief and joy flooded his body as he embraced her, kissing her passionately. After a few minutes, something finally occurred to him.
"How did you escape?" he asked his mate. "I saw the flamethrower burn you to ashes."
"You did see me burnt to ashes," she replied. "I used teleport and double team together. I teleported and left an illusion in my place. That's why I seemed to freeze just before the flames struck."
"Clever," Jakost complimented, impressed.
"Of course it is. It's me we're talking about, remember?"
He grinned and picked her up in his arms.
"I couldn't possibly forget," he told her, carrying her to the bedroom and setting her on the bed. He sat beside her and kissed her again.
"I still haven't entirely forgiven you for the bed--" Bellesa was cut off as Jakost kissed her a third time.
"Don't think you can--" A fourth kiss.
"Whatever," Bellesa gave in.
Jakost's sheath had started bulging, and she lowered her head, kissing it. As his member slowly emerged, Bellesa ran her mouth up and down its side. When it had hardened fully, Jakost grabbed her shoulders and made her lay back on the bed, then parted the front of her skirt.
"Wait," Bellesa stopped him. "Let me show you something."
She stood in front of him, deliberately trailing her fingertips along his shaft as she moved. She turned to face him.
"Not many pokemon know this," Bellesa began. "but the little red thing on my chest or in a Ralts's or Kirlia's hair is actually a pin. The shape of the pin shows what family we're from."
She removed the pin from the front of her dress, and it drifted lightly to the floor, almost like a cloud. Bellesa handed Jakost the pin, completely exposed, for him to look at. He glanced at it momentarily, noticing it was almost squarish, before returning his attention to her other "family heirlooms". As Bellesa explained all about the various families of Gardevoirs, Jakost stared at her gorgeous body and perfect figure. Because she hadn't removed her dress during their previous mating, he had never seen her entire body bare like this. Her breasts, like all Gardevoirs', were relatively small, and each was about the size of a large tamato berry. Her skin shone slightly in the faint light, and he could see her need from the wetness of her loins and the hardness of her nipples.
"Jakost?" Bellesa's voice suddenly grabbed his attention.
"What?"
"I just asked you if you were even paying attention, but I guess that question's already been answered." She noticed him staring and smiled. "Perhaps I'll teach you about Gardevoirs sometime when you're not...distracted."
He grinned. "I'm always distracted around you."
Bellesa blushed. "By the way, I had a very pleasant dream this morning..."
"What was it about?"
Bellesa psychically sent him her memory of the dream. His eyes opened wide, and he blushed. "...Wow..."
"Yeah," she agreed. "I was kind of wondering..."
"You want to try it?" Jakost finished for her.
"Yeah, that."
"Well, then..." Jakost lay back on the bed. Bellesa smiled and joined him.
Bellesa immediately moved downward so her face was right above his huge shaft. Then, based on what she remembered of her dream, she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around him, bobbing her head up and down. Jakost let out a groan of pleasure, and Bellessa moved her head faster. Her mate continued his moans and placed one paw on the back of her head, forcing her head downward. She wasn't sure why, but she loved the feel of his cock moving between her lips, and she began using her tongue as if she was kissing a pokemon with a very long, very thick tongue.
This was nearly too much for Jakost, and he could feel himself nearing his climax. He put both paws on her head and forced her to move faster, which immediately brought on his climax, and, acting on some impulse, pulled his twitching shaft out of Bellesa's mouth, groaning as he came. Thick ropes of his seed flew onto her face, and she had to close her eyes to keep any from getting in her eyes.
Jakost watched as Bellesa licked up and swallowed all the cum she could reach with her tongue. "You taste good," she said after swallowing. "Almost like a haban berry."
"Really?" he asked. He pulled her head to his face and licked up all the cum she missed. "Wow, you're right."
"Time for something else?" Bellesa asked.
"Definitely," Jakost replied. He remained on his back, laying on the bed as she straddled his waist, her lower lips just above the tip of his rod.
"Ready?" she asked. His response was to grab her hips with his paws and pull them downward, ramming himself into her. "Ooookay, I think we're ready," Bellesa moaned as he withdrew, then rammed into her again. She reached down with her right hand and started rubbing her clit, while fondling her left breast and moaning lustfully.
"Man," Jakost grunted. "I really missed this."
"It's only--ah!--been two weeks," Bellesa moaned.
"Still, you're a tighter fit than a Wailord in a tree hollow--oh."
"It helps tha--at our friend down there is huge."
Because Jakost had already had an orgasm, Bellesa was the first to climax, screaming as her inner walls squeezed his cock and her fluids splashed all over the tan fur by his waist. Despite the tight clamp her walls formed around him, Jakost managed to keep up his ramming.
"I think the walls are crumbling from my assault," he joked.
"But you've already broken through," Bellessa moaned back.
"I still need to flood the walls with my troops." Jakost felt an orgasm rapidly approaching.
"What troops?" Bellessa looked genuinely puzzled, despite another incoming climax.
"These troops!" Jakost groaned as he jammed his meat into her sex as far as would go and released.
Just like in her dream, Bellessa could feel his seed pooling inside of her, and the feeling brought her orgasm on as well, their fluids gushing across their groins and bed. They rested a few moments to catch their breath, then Bellessa got on her hand and knees on the floor in front of Jakost, wiggling her hips slightly at him. He positioned himself behind her and thrust into her. Jakost leaned forward so his chest pressed against the Gardevoir's back, and wrapped his arms around her torso. As he continued to hump into her pussy, he slid his right paw up her body and squeezed her right breast lightly, causing Bellessa to moan from the increased pleasure. As he did this, his left paw slipped down her stomach, the fur tickling Bellessa's skin as it went. Jakost's paw eventually arrived at its final destination, the skin just barely above her clit, and began to slide lightly across the skin, moving in circles. Every so often, he would thrust harder than usual, and when her body moved forward, the fur on his paw would tickle her clit and she would let out a very satisfying moan. In this position, neither of them held out very long, and they climaxed together, her juice splashing onto the floor and his seed spewing into her womb. After nearly a minute of release, he pulled out, his member already softening and their combined juices spilling out of Bellessa. They climbed onto the bed, avoiding various wet spots, and lay together, Bellessa with her back pressed firmly against her mate's chest, and Jakost with his arms wrapped loosely around her torso, just below her breasts. They kissed one last time, then fell asleep.
They had the same dream that night, and they both awoke the following morning with some very interesting ideas.Chapter End Notes:Please review; I could use some more feedback than I am currently getting. Thanks.
PS: About the terrible (as in suicide-inspiring) joke about troops, not my fault. The problems of writing at three in the morning, ADHD, and having a friend who is obsessed beyond reason with Call Of Duty sort of combined and given birth to...whatever you want to call that "joke". I call it fail, upon retrospect