บท 49: OC x Gardevoir (Pokemon) by EmeraldDragon1
WARNING: Contains Pokephilia, read at your own risk!
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Sam stood at the edge of the field, watching Emily- his Gardevoir- throw Shadow Balls at a nearby tree. For close to fifteen years, the two had nearly been inseparable, Sam having received her as a birthday gift. His parents leaned closer to the Pokémon being animals mentality, while Sam saw them more as sentient creatures, although some instances created doubt, such as Slowpoke and Slowbro. But there was no question in his mind that Emily was every bit as sentient as he was, and he treated her as such, more often than not reading with her, occasionally watching tv with her, and her favorite activities, the various puzzles in the morning newspaper.
Even still, Emily enjoyed battling other Pokémon, testing her wits against her Pokémon opponents, and her Trainer testing his own battle strategy against the human opponent's. They didn't always win, but when they did, they usually celebrated by going out to a restaurant of Emily's choice, which was one reason she enjoyed battling: the reward. Her head perked up as Sam called out
"Okay, Emily, I think you've got the hang of Shadow Ball! Let's try something else!" Emily nodded, watching as her Trainer looked at the red rectangular device he had gotten shortly after she had come to live with him, the PokeDex, as he called it. After a minute of looking, Sam told her
"Alright, so you should know a move called 'Teleport', which takes you from the place where you're standing to another place without having to walk there." Emily nodded, remembering using the move as a Ralts, since it was one of the few moves she knew, and perhaps the first she had ever learned. Sam asked
"Have you ever used Teleport as a Gardevoir?" Emily shook her head, replying in her own language that she'd had no reason to, as she could use her own legs to get where she wanted to go, or levitate if she so desired. Sam smirked, telling her
"Emily, you know I can't speak Pokémon. Luckily, shaking your head told me what I needed to know. Do you remember how to use it?" Emily paused for a moment, thinking back to when she was a Ralts and how she used the move, mostly to keep herself from tripping over her own feet, uncoordinated as she was at the time. After a few moments, she nodded, believing she had the concept down. Sam nodded back, saying
"Okay, then, let's give this a shot. Teleport!" Emily closed her eyes and focused her mind, imagining herself a short distance away from Sam and letting the energy she needed to use surge forth. For a moment, she felt nothing, as though she were just a scrap of thought floating through an endless abyss, but that quickly ended and she felt the grass under her feet again, although oddly the air seemed chillier than before. She heard Sam's breath hitch and opened her eyes to see him blushing furiously before quickly looking away, telling her
"You, uh, forgot something." Emily cocked her head, confused, but looked down to see what he meant, and as soon as she did, she flushed with embarrassment. She had successfully teleported herself from one point to the other without fail. What she had failed to account for, however, was her gown. She looked back at where she stood previously and saw the white crumpled garment lying on the ground, leaving her bare to the world. She quickly tried to use Teleport again to return to it, but couldn't focus through her embarrassment, and wound up running and picking up her "clothes", holding them against her body to cover herself. Sam quickly returned her to save her any further embarrassment, and to his relief the gown went in with her. It seemed that if it was in contact with her body, it would count as a part of her… though this experience taught him that wasn't quite the case. He immediately began walking back to his home, thinking.
He'd never imagined he would see a nude Gardevoir, not once in his life had he entertained the concept. There was nothing fundamentally wrong with it, he supposed, as Gardevoir were very close to humans, both physically and mentally. As Psychic types, they were privy to large-scale intelligence- which was more than evident by her capability of solving puzzles that confounded him time and again- and no one could dispute that they bore a resemblance to the human form. Even so, Sam hadn't considered Emily quite as a human, for obvious reasons. But now…
He thought back to the incident, making him blush again, but he continued forward. He couldn't help but feel, well, aroused by the sight, or rather, the memory of the sight, and even then, it was brief as he reflexively turned away to preserve her modesty, or what was left of it, anyway. And now he knew that door had been opened, and there was no closing it again, even if he wished it. How would this affect their relationship now? How differently would he think of her, now that he had seen her with nothing to conceal her form? Her rather shapely form…
Sam shook his head furiously, trying to stop thinking that way. Emily was his Pokémon, but more than that she was his friend, and now she had been humiliated. He needed to make this right, but before they could work on that he needed to make sure she was modest again. When he returned home, he closed the door behind him and drew in a deep breath, telling himself
"Okay, no time like the present." He went to his room, putting only his hand in while holding Emily's pokeball, and let her back out, stridently avoiding looking inside. He could hear Emily looking around frantically, as though worried she was still exposed to the world, and he assumed she was still naked as a result. To comfort her he told her
"We're back home, Emily; you're safe now." After a brief moment, he heard a noise he could only describe as a sigh of relief, whereupon he added
"Get dressed and let me know when you're done. We… need to talk about this." He still didn't look, trying to be at the very least a gentleman in her time of need, but heard the telltale shuffling of her gown. After a minute, he heard her soft voice calling out to him, and he dared to look, relaxing when he saw her as she usually was. He walked into the bedroom and sat on his bed, patting the space beside him to invite her to do the same. After a moment's hesitation, she acquiesced and sat next to him, though she didn't say anything, and closer examination told Sam that she was still extremely embarrassed about her recent ordeal. He gathered his thoughts, then said
"We can't pretend that this didn't happen, Emily. Because it did, and now we must address it." Emily hesitated before nodding her agreement. Sam continued
"Before we do, though, I wanna apologize. I… didn't know that would happen to you. Did you?" He already suspected she didn't, but he wanted confirmation anyway, and got it when she shook her head. Sam felt his heart pounding at the idea of what he felt he had to say next, and took a moment to compose himself before telling her
"I… saw you, for a moment. I looked away, quickly, but I still saw. I'm sorry." Emily's blush deepened, but she had to know, and asked if he was interested by what he saw. Obviously unable to comprehend what she had asked, he started his usual tactic of working out what she asked; a modified version of Twenty Questions.
"Are you asking if I wanted something to happen? Because I didn't, I swear." Emily shook her head, indicating that wasn't what she had asked.
"Are you asking if anyone else saw?" This made her freeze, her eyes widening with fear and realization, and immediately Sam knew it wasn't what she asked, as the thought hadn't seemed to occur to her. He quickly assured
"No, no one else was around. We were in the middle of a field in the forest, so there were no witnesses… other than me, of course…" Emily relaxed immensely at the reassurance, and waited. Sam thought for a moment, then blushed before asking
"Are you asking… if I liked… what I saw?" Emily held up her hand, palm-down, and tilted it back and forth in a "so-so" motion, which he interpreted to mean "kind of". He continued to blush as he answered
"Well… I can't really say I… disliked it… but I definitely didn't expect it." Emily didn't really know how to feel about that and was conflicted as a result. On one hand, she knew he was being genuine, thanks to the emotion-sensing spike currently poking from her chest, the thought of which made her blush again. On the other hand, the door was now opened to new possibilities, and she wanted to know what he wanted to do about it. She got his attention again, beginning to play charades to communicate, starting by shrugging. Sam asked
"What?" Emily nodded, then held both hands out, palms-up, upper arms tucked against her body. Sam thought for a moment, working out the body language, then ventured
"To do?" Emily nodded again, then stood and went to the door, closing it for a moment, then opened it again. This one confused Sam for a minute.
"An open door?" Emily nodded. Sam worked through the clues she had given him as a question. It was clear she was asking what they were going to do, and there was no doubt she was addressing the situation, but what significance did the door have to the question? What did an open door mean? After a few minutes, he asked cautiously
"Are you asking what we're going to do about this now that the door has been opened to it?" Emily nodded once more, then sat next to him again, waiting to give him time to think about his answer. Sam bent his head in thought, going over the question, as it was something he wondered himself. The conclusions he came up with weren't as satisfying as he would have liked, but they were the only ones he could think of. He drew himself up, causing Emily to look at him for his answer. Sam slowly said
"The way I see it, we have a few possibilities. First, we pretend this never happened and move on… but like I said before, we can't do that. Second, we go our separate ways." Emily's eyes widened in panic at this, but Sam quickly told her
"That's not something I want to do, either. You're my friend, one of my closest friends, and I would hate to lose you." Emily relaxed again, prompting Sam to continue.
"Third, we can acknowledge this happened and try to move on in the hopes it never happens again. If I'm honest, this is the outcome I'm expecting, but I don't like it, because that brings with it the anxiety of worrying about it happening again, and if it does, how will we deal with it? Are we just going to keep ignoring it?" Emily shrugged, not having an answer to that. Sam drew in a deep breath, finishing
"Finally, if this door is really open, then… we might explore the possibilities." This took Emily by surprise; she had thought that much herself but didn't expect Sam to actually voice it. Sam looked her in the eyes, telling her
"I'm not going to say we should, because this is a monumental leap, and we don't know where that might leave us. It might be wonderful, it might be terrible… well…" He blushed and turned away, prompting Emily to poke his shoulder to make him look at her. She held up her hand again, rotating it at the wrist, asking him to continue. He continued to blush, saying as he looked away
"I don't think anything could be terrible with you." Emily blinked at this, surprised again. And thanks to the spike on her chest, she knew he was genuine. She considered her life with him, and while it had its ups and downs, she wouldn't have considered this experience altogether bad. True, she had been extremely embarrassed, but now they were in the safety of their home, where no one could witness them if they did decide to try. Feeling her heartbeat increase, she touched his shoulder again, and when he looked at her she nodded. He straightened up, frowning slightly.
"You… want to explore beyond the door…?" Emily blushed but nodded. She held up her hand, eyes glowing, and closed the curtains, further ensuring their privacy. Sam, noticeably breathing more heavily, asked
"Are you absolutely sure about this? Because we might regret this later." Emily smiled at this and held up one finger, nodding, then two fingers and shaking her head. To Sam, this meant that she agreed with the first part, but not the second. Sam nodded slowly, then asked
"Okay… then, how do you want to start?" Emily stood up from the bed and stood in front of him, off to the side, then closed her eyes again and used Teleport to appear in front of him. Like before, she appeared without her gown, and both watched it crumple to the floor without her body supporting it. Sam swallowed nervously, then began to appraise her body, starting from her face.
Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment, as was fitting for what had occurred throughout the day, but she also seemed to be waiting for his… opinion, perhaps? He began to look further down.
To his surprise, the green part of her body, from her hands to her shoulders, wasn't some aspect of clothing, just a differently colored part of her skin. Far more commanding, though, was the fact that her breasts were larger than he expected, certainly larger than the flatter appearance that was common among Gardevoir. Alabaster white as her gown, he estimated she wasn't above a c-cup, but he didn't mind that. If anything, he kind of liked it, since they weren't too big, which he idly wondered how that would affect her comfort. He also noticed that her nipples- for she did have them- were pink and quite perky, which he took to means she was either aroused or excited.
Further down, he took notice of her toned belly and navel, which while not exceptionally sexually alluring, were somehow a bit more so in this case, given that he'd never seen them before. Then her waist widened out to her hips, showing curves he'd never been able to see under the flowing dress. To his surprise, no hair grew naturally on her groin, leaving her bare vagina in complete view. He was knowledgeable enough to know what it was and how it functioned- and depraved enough to have gone searching for such things on the internet- but this was his first time seeing one in person.
Emily shifted her legs, practically feeling Sam staring right at her most intimate of places, causing Sam to flinch as he realized he was making her nervous. He apologized and resumed observing her, noticing that she was holding her hands behind her, wringing them nervously, and clenching her legs together, still in obvious embarrassment. He followed the contour of her legs, finding them rather shapely, and noticed that they gradually tapered to a point about the size of two of his fingers put together, which he suspected made up her feet. He swallowed nervously, then told her
"You, uh… you have beautiful legs." Emily blinked in surprise, then began to suppress her nervous laughter, not having expected such a comment, though it didn't displease her. Sam stood, saying
"Thank you for showing me… well, yourself. I should return the favor." He pulled off his own clothes, prompting Emily to appraise him like how he had done to her. While most of his body wasn't something she hadn't seen before, due to him swimming in her presence, it was with new intent and appreciation. She noticed that he wasn't particularly muscular, though he was still fit and toned. The only part of him she hadn't seen, his genitals, now fascinated her. She wasn't oblivious to the biology of males, even though she had never mated before, but now having a male in front of her who was willing to show himself to her even as she did for him made her feel… different. More heated, especially in her lower belly.
She reached forward, intending to study him more closely, but hesitated and looked at him to ask permission. He nodded, assuring her
"It's okay." Emily nodded back and gently took him in her hand, flinching as his penis twitched in her fingers. He couldn't help smiling, telling her
"Don't worry, that happens a lot. It's natural." Emily took that into consideration, then took him in her hand again, this time holding onto him. Sam's breathing hitched for a moment, and became heavier, but he made no move to stop her, which she took as permission to continue. She closed her fingers around his shaft, causing Sam to moan pleasurably, which made her smile. Then she looked up at him, wondering what she should do next. Sam told her
"Move your hand up and down it, slowly, and keep your grip light." Emily nodded and did as instructed, noticing that he was twitching sporadically, and his moans had increased. She continued like this for a couple minutes, until Sam told her
"Okay, stop for a minute." Emily let him go, and he took a moment to catch his breath a little more, then said
"Well, so far, so good. Right?" Emily nodded, whereupon Sam asked
"So… would it be alright if I… explored you, like you did with me?" Emily blushed at the question, but nodded, giving her consent. Sam grinned, then reached up and took her breasts in his hands gently, causing her own breathing to hitch at the unexpected sensation. Sam paused, asking
"Did I hurt you?" Emily shook her head in answer.
"May I continue?" Emily nodded. Sam brushed his fingers over the supple flesh, noting its firmness and softness, then ran a thumb over one of her nipples, causing Emily to release a moan in a surprisingly husky tone. Sam grinned at his success and added onto what he was doing by gently pinching the nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and Emily's knees nearly buckled under the unexpected pleasure that ran through her as a result. Sam caught her by her waist, keeping her up, then told her
"Maybe you should lie down before I continue." Emily, panting heavily by this point, nodded in agreement, and Sam helped her lie on the bed, with him resting on his knees above her. He resumed his exploration by trailing his hands down her breasts and onto her sides, causing her to laugh as she felt the tickling sensation, which calmed down as he reached her hips, where he took the time to explore the curves he had never known existed. He wanted more than anything right now to explore her feminine treasure as she had explored his masculine one, but also wanted to save that for last. He trailed his hands down her legs, admiring their smoothness, confirming that indeed she grew no other hair on her body.
Emily blushed as Sam admired her legs, even lifting one up to run his hands over it. What exactly he got out of it she didn't understand, but he was clearly enjoying it, not least because he had previously complimented her legs. Emily squeaked with embarrassment as he finally spread her legs apart, revealing her more intimately to him, which caused him to smirk. He refocused his attention on her vagina, very gently running his thumb over her outer folds, which made Emily moan and pant simultaneously. Curious, his digit traveled up, searching for a moment before he found the clitoral hood, indicating what he had hoped he'd be able to find.
Moving down again, he used both thumbs to slowly and gently spread Emily's labia apart, and she moaned much louder than before, her legs twitching, her chest spasming, causing her breasts to shake, which he appreciated for a moment before returning to his current task. He wetted his thumb in his mouth for a moment before sliding it from the bottom of her genitalia toward the top, with Emily's moans increasing as he did. He could see her love tunnel pulsing as he worked, clenching and relaxing, then moved his thumb up further, slowly opening her clitoral hood to reveal the small nub of extremely sensitive nerves. Sam knew Emily was moaning loudly but could only hear the blood rushing in his ears as he reached forward and quickly rubbed her clitoris in circles.
In no time at all, Emily screamed orgasmically as her hips bucked and she wrapped her legs around Sam, clinging to him as pleasure wracked her body in ways she'd never imagined possible. This lasted only for a few seconds before she collapsed to the bed, heaving for air while her lower body twitched with dregs of pleasure. Sam couldn't help himself, asking
"I take it you liked that?" Emily looked at him, still panting heavily, her eyes clouded by pleasure and lust. Sam chuckled, then told her
"I want to do one other thing, then you'll get some… revenge, on me. Sound good?" Emily just nodded, and Sam eagerly laid belly-down on the bed, spread her apart again- which of course caused her to moan- and with his heart beating a frenzied tempo in his chest, he extended his tongue and licked up the length of her vagina. Emily moaned throatily at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle sliding in her, and Sam continued relentlessly. As he worked, he focused on the taste, and while it wasn't unpleasant, it was strangely unique. It wasn't bitter or sour, like he worried, nor was it salty or sweet. It was weirdly savory, and after a moment he concluded that he liked it and continued to eat her out with growing passion, while Emily moaned increasingly loudly.
Sam would lick her with intensity at first, then back off and only give her small licks, not just drawing out the sexual act, but also teasing her immensely. Every now and then, he would gently pull back her hood and flick at her clit with the tip of his tongue, and without fail electric pleasure would surge through Emily, causing her to raise her hips in the air, which Sam enjoyed watching every time. Soon his curiosity overwhelmed him, and he began to push his tongue into her canal. Emily gasped loudly and reached forward, grabbing his head and holding him there. That she hadn't done this before indicated that she liked it, and Sam decided that's how he would finish her off.
He pushed his tongue in further, then began to pull back out. As if in protest, her walls tried to clench on his tongue to keep him in her, but between her juices and his saliva, he was able to slip back out, with Emily moaning each time. Not long after he started, though, Sam's tongue started getting tired, so he pushed his tongue in as deeply as he could manage and started lapping at her walls. It wasn't long before Emily screamed again as she climaxed, splattering his face with her orgasmic juices. Sam took his time to clean her up, leaving her a twitching, blushing, satisfied mess, but now he had an ache of his own.
"Okay, you've had your fun, right?" Emily moaned out happily as she nodded, then looked at him, wondering what he would do next. He grinned at her and moved off the bed, motioning for her to join him, but she pointed at her legs, which were still twitching. He smirked and told her
"Don't worry, you don't have to stand. In fact, you're better off kneeling for this." Emily was confused, but could feel his own excitement through her spike, and as a result was willing to see what he had in mind. With his help, she clambered off the bed and knelt on the floor, and Sam stood in front of her, his erection right in front of her face. She took him in his hand again, looking up questioningly. He grinned and said
"Remember how I treated you?" Emily nodded, shivering in delight as her body remembered the pleasure. Sam continued
"Well, you can do something similar for me." Emily blinked, looking at his penis as if in a new light, not having considered this possibility. Even so, she looked up at him, both a little nervous, and not exactly sure she could do it. Seeing this, Sam asked
"Do you not want to? Because you don't have to." Emily slowly shook her head, prompting Sam to ask
"You're just a little nervous?" Emily nodded. Sam offered
"Would you like me to guide you?" Emily grinned, both excitedly and lewdly, and nodded once more. Sam chuckled, then told her gently
"Open your mouth." Emily obeyed, and Sam continued
"Put the tip in your mouth but keep it open so you don't accidentally hurt me with your teeth." Emily, her own heartbeat beginning to rise, moved forward slowly and engulfed the tip of his penis with her mouth, then looked up for direction. Sam moaned for a moment, enjoying the wet warmth of her mouth, then said
"Now… move your tongue around the tip, slowly." Emily did as she was told, her tongue tracing circles on his tip, causing him more pleasure. To her, he tasted meaty, something she didn't expect. He kept himself clean, which was very much to her liking, and so continued without complaint. After a minute of this, he told her gently
"Stop." She did so, but didn't relinquish him, for which he was glad. He instructed her
"Now, move your head back and forth on it. Only go as far as you're comfortable with. If you start feeling queasy, just pull back, okay?" Emily nodded and began pushing her head forward on him, slowly engulfing his member and causing him to shudder. She continued forward, feeling a little nervous, but not overwhelmed, and in just a short matter of seconds, she bumped her face against his groin. Sam groaned as he realized that Emily didn't seem to have a gag reflex, which he had been worried about, but without which had been able to take him whole, and even held him in her throat.
He moaned as she slid back, slowly exposing his cock to the cool air of the air-conditioned home and shivered as a result. When she got to the tip she stopped, licking him in circles again, then slowly pushing him back into her mouth. This continued for another few minutes, until Sam told her
"If… you want… you can go… faster…" Emily acknowledged him with her eyes and picked up her speed, beginning to bob her head back and forth on him, and feel him twitch in her mouth, which excited her. Sam quickly warned her
"Emily… I'm not gonna last much longer!" Emily didn't stop, wanting him to experience pleasure like he had given to her, and not long after he moaned loudly as his member spasmed and began spurting his load into her mouth. It was remarkably bitter, which made Emily smile; she liked bitter. She eagerly drank his load, then pulled back until he popped out of her mouth, beginning to soften. Sam stumbled but managed to stay standing, panting heavily as he looked at her. She looked back at him, wondering how she did, and he told her
"That… was so awesome…" Emily smiled proudly, and Sam took a moment to compose himself, then said to her
"There's still another thing we can do, if you're interested." Emily pointed at his now-flaccid member, then pointed between her legs. Sam grinned, replying
"Exactly. You up for it?" Emily grinned and nodded eagerly, causing Sam to chuckle, then tell her
"Okay. Then do your thing on me again; I'll tell you when to stop." Emily didn't hesitate, putting him back in her mouth, which was easier because he was smaller now. The second she started to use her tongue on him, she could feel him grow and harden in her mouth, which caused her loins to clench with need, but she knew she'd get what she wanted. She kept going until Sam told her to stop, at which point she pulled back and let him go, and Sam wasted no time helping her back up to the bed, laying her on her back and spreading her legs, noticing she was already wet and eager. He climbed onto the bed with her, settling between her legs, then looked her in the eyes and asked
"Are you ready?" In answer, Emily gently grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which he gladly returned. She didn't quite have lips like a human, far less plump, which was to be expected given the relative flatness of her face, but all the same he enjoyed it. When she let go, she looked him directly in the eyes, acceptance and eagerness apparent. He grinned, saying
"Okay, then. Here we go." He pushed his hips forward, his tip beginning to penetrate her, and both moaned softly at first, but growing in volume as he continued forward. Both of them felt shivers run laps up their spines as Sam kept pushing forward, until his tip met the end of her tunnel, just as their hips touched.
A perfect fit.
Sam gritted his teeth and began to pull back, Emily moaning, and her own body clinging desperately to him, not wanting to let him go, but Sam persisted, leaving only the tip in before pushing forward again, more quickly this time. Back and forth he moved, slowly gaining speed, and both growing more and more loud as he continued. However, while both greatly enjoyed the experience, it would not- could not- last forever. Emily's walls began to clench around him more strongly and sporadically, and his member twitched rapidly, eager to fulfill its purpose.
Emily grabbed his head again and pulled him into a deeper kiss than before as her legs wrapped around his waist and she climaxed intensely, clenching on him and tipping him over the edge, making him thrust to the end, pushing their hips together, before finally releasing his own flood of pleasure, both moaning in bliss as they rode out their individual highs.
It took a few minutes for them to settle down, though both were still panting heavily. Sam gently pulled out of Emily and laid down beside her, growing drowsy. Emily looked at him with similarly bleary eyes, making him grin and say
"You know, Emily, this day didn't turn out the way I expected, but I wouldn't trade it for anything." Emily giggled tiredly, and Sam shifted himself closer to her, embracing the Embrace Pokémon as both fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.
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