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Love is a beautiful thing.
It begins as a tiny seed drifting in the wind before taking root wherever it is taken. Like all living things, however, it needs to grow; for that to happen, it has to be nurtured.
You met the love of your life at the age of 10, both of you still unaware of what the world had to offer outside your homes and yet eager to begin exploring. Like you, she is also a tiny thing, only reaching your knees at that time.
Ralts preferred being carried or walking by your side when you first begin your adventure. She didn’t like staying in her pokeball unless absolutely necessary, not when she’d rather be with her beloved trainer.
It didn’t pose any problem at the time because why would it when this is your precious partner? Besides, she was so light and soft that it felt like carrying a plush toy that smelled of flowers and herbs.
You grew accustomed to her scent during your travels because you fell asleep and woke up cuddled against one another. Your nose is buried at the top of her head, getting a full whiff of her comforting and familiar scent before you start your day.
Waking up to the Pokemon clinging to you so tightly, looking so vulnerable despite how fierce she could be in battle, always made you feel a rush of warmth. Ralts is solid yet soft, a perfect combo of traits that had you thanking Arceus for your luck.
You couldn’t ask for a better partner than her, especially when you easily find examples of trainers and Pokemon who didn’t get along or had a purely master-servant relationship. Warm would be the only way you could describe your own partnership.
Now, unlike most of your peers who had aspirations of becoming champions, researchers, or whatever else, your dream was much more simpler.
“I’m gonna be the next Champion once I get my first pokemon!”
“Well, I’m going to become the Top Coordinator!”
“Typical. Unlike your boring plans, I’ll become the next biggest professor since Prof. Oak!”
While your friends bickered and teased one another, you stood on the sidelines and just watched their antics. All their plans for the future were great because they all had a clear path they wanted to go on.
“...what about you? What’ll you do once you get your first Pokemon?”
Realizing that they finally calmed down enough to include you in the conversation, you smiled and gave them your honest answer. “I’ll just travel around and see where my journey takes me. I think most of the fun is in the journey itself; Seeing new places, meeting new friends, and making new memories.”
Despite the odd looks you first received, your childhood friends are quick to give their approval. Typical of you, they said. Of your motley group, you are the cloud that allows yourself to simply drift wherever life takes you and enjoy the moment.
That is how you went about your first few years with Ralts, visiting every city, town, and whichever place seemed interesting to you at that time. Of course, you never forget to train with your partner during all the time spent traveling.
Or rather, she would never let you forget to train her, whether by finding other trainers or battling wild Pokemon within the tall grass. You are easygoing compared to her determined nature, but you complement each other perfectly.
You are 14 years old when she finally evolves into a Kirlia. It is a surprising development because you never urged her to do so, nor did she show any urge to evolve as soon as possible.
At this age, your hormones have grown rampant, as any teenager, unfortunately, has to deal with. Boys especially had it bad as their bodies went through an enormous change both physically and mentally.
When you met with one of your childhood friends, Courtney, who wished to become a Top Coordinator all those years ago, the apparent changes in her body made you fidgety. You tried your best to act as casually as possible because this was your old friend, even if she was more…squishy now as compared to the last time you saw her.
All the time spent with Ralts made it so she could ‘feel’ your thoughts and emotions. She, too, could telepathically let you feel her thoughts and emotions even without the use of any actual words.
When you wake up the next day, you don’t find a Ralts in your arms but a Kirlia instead. You didn’t ask her why she chose to evolve now of all times, but the slight twitch at the corner of your lips received an indignant huff from the psychic type despite the appendages that resembled ears at the top of her head darkening into a deeper red.
She was too cute.
Who knew your partner was the jealous type? If she acted this cutely every time you met with your old friends, then maybe you could schedule more frequent reunions…
Little did you know, Kirlia’s predicament was much more than that of a pet who didn’t like its owner giving someone other than itself any attention. Regardless, she is intelligent and determined enough to get what she wants, even if you are clueless.
“You’re pretty cute. If you’re free later, why don’t you visit me at my suite tonight? I’ll make it worth your while, handsome~.”
You gulp at the insinuation, feeling heat crawl up the back of your neck as the woman, slightly older than you, licked her full lips salaciously. It didn’t help that she wore a tastefully thin bikini that showed off all her assets & curves while still hiding enough to leave anyone curious and wanting to see more.
Who knew a short vacation at the beaches of the Alola region would lead to this?
“So~? How about it? I’ll even let you unwrap me like a present. How’s that sound~?”
With your inner mind theater looking like a burning office as hundreds of miniature versions of yourself ran around in panic and confusion, you could only blush all the way to the tips of your ears and try to formulate a response other than choking sounds. Thankfully, you are saved from having to answer when you feel an ever-familiar and comforting power wrapping itself around you and lifting you up into the air and away from her.
“Oh, phooey…Why do all the cute ones have to be taken?”
That’s the last you hear from her as your partner makes her way to a farther part of the beach with much fewer people due to the many rocky outcrops that jutted up from the sand. As is custom, after how many years you’ve been together, you simply allow yourself to lie back as she quickly carries you with her telekinetic powers alone.
This isn’t the first time you’ve been propositioned by the fairer sex, and while you weren’t a prude by any means, it just felt…wrong to do it so casually. At least for yourself, because whatever anyone else wanted for themselves was their own choice.
You never really thought about the kind of lover you wanted, but if you had to choose…it had to be someone you’ve known for a long enough time. Someone who’d proven to genuinely care for you and accept you as you are…
When Kirlia looked back to check on you, you flinched when your eyes suddenly met before sending her a small smile and a wave. For some reason, you felt your heartbeat speed up at being caught staring at her.
The psychic type gently drops you once you reach a hidden alcove, making you curious about what exactly she wants to do but still trusting your partner regardless. She never did anything without reason, after all.
When a steadily growing bright light began to fill the alcove, you had to cover your eyes for a few moments before it died to reveal…her.
She no longer stood at a diminutive height, standing as tall as a petite woman. While you weren’t the tallest man, you still had a good amount of size on you. Enough that she could lay her head on your chest even if you were both standing.
You quickly realize that her height wasn’t the most significant development of her final evolution. Swallowing the invisible lump that mysteriously formed in your throat, your eyes took in the utterly delectable sight of the most voluptuous pair of breasts that hung perkily upon her chest despite their massive size.
The red appendage that stuck out from the middle of Gardevoir’s chest was practically swallowed by the sheer volume of her bosom. Each breath she took made them jiggle ever so slightly, and the hind part of your brain howled and slobbered, especially as she gracefully glided over to you with confident steps.
Somehow you found yourself pressed against the rocky walls as she advanced, but you weren’t scared. Not with the inviting sway of her hips, and the emotions she transferred over to you only felt warm.
Floral and herbal notes filled your senses alongside the salty sea air as she settled against you, slender hands wrapping around your neck as she looked deeply into your eyes. Her ruby gaze was piercing, but they were filled with overwhelming affection…one that went past an ordinary trainer and Pokemon.
As the sun started to set, it gave Gardevoir’s form an almost otherworldly golden glow that emphasized her beauty. With the real and heavy weight of her voluminous chest against yours and her silent yet tender plea, how could you still pretend to be an oblivious fool when the both of you knew full well that you were no longer just a pokemon and her trainer?
Unbeknownst to beachgoers, a pair of lovers shared their first sweet kiss beneath the sunset. Hidden as they may be at the moment, they will certainly fight for their love.
The world of Pokemon is a vast land. One that still has many undiscovered or undisclosed locations that span across the earth and are far away from general society. While most people preferred to live with the general population in the cities and regions that already had established communities, some still chose to venture forth and look for unknown lands.
Some may do it just for the mere thrill of adventure, but there are those whose hearts are driven by a greater force. One that gives them the courage to scour every corner of the planet if only to find the place they can be themselves and, ultimately, be allowed to love the one their heart cherishes above all else freely.
Once upon a time, you were the first type of person. The joys of traveling and learning about all the world had to offer you were more than enough…until you found something else more important. Something that finally made you just like your childhood friends who fearlessly ran after their dreams while you walked at your own pace.
A good eleven years had passed since the day you set off from your small town with your partner. It feels like only yesterday the two of you were tiny tots that splashed with water while bathing at the shallow end of a lake or sharing a single sleeping bag as the cold night air threatened to freeze your toes off.
So much has changed, and yet, it still stayed the same. Albeit, just like Pokemon, it only evolved for the better.
A white wooden arch decorated with delicate flowers in different shades of white was erected on a lush green field. Seats covered with a white cloth were placed on two sides, and they were all filled with both humans and Pokemon alike. At first glance, it might seem like trainers and their partners were gathered there for a traditional wedding, but everyone present knew the true nature of this union.
It was the wedding day of a man and a Pokemon whose love had urged them to make their vows true beneath the sight of Arceus and their fellow couples. Like the bride and groom, the guests were all a human-pokemon pair that had fled ‘normal’ society to be with the one they loved without fear of being separated and shunned.
After years of searching for somewhere that will accept your love, you found a small island not too far from the Orange Islands yet not too close to regularly interact or trade with one another. You lost count of how many places you looked, but Arceus must have been looking out for you when another kindly trainer currently traveling with her Lucario pointed you in the right direction.
Perhaps it is because she, too, loved her partner in a way that wasn’t just a trainer-pokemon relationship that she swiftly deduced your own situation. She’d return to the island and its village of like-minded couples soon enough, but for now, she wanted to do a little exploration before settling down again.
That is why you now stood at the altar with the village chief officiating the union. He was an older man in his late 30s, but he still walked with a spritely step, especially as his Lopunny wife made sure to always keep him in tip-top shape.
You adjust the red bowtie around your neck as your nerves begin to act up, feeling sweat seep into your pure white suit as you await the arrival of your bride.
“I remember when I was in your exact spot years ago. A word of advice, don’t let your nerves prevent this from being the most important day of your life. Not all of us are lucky to marry the one we love. So cherish this, and be confident in the knowledge that you’ll be able to officially become man and wife beneath the eyes of Arceus,” he advised, offering you a sagely smile as he clasped a hand on your shoulder.
“Yes, sir. Thank you for that. I really needed it,” you sigh deeply to allow the anxiety that filled your nerves to disappear into the wind as you remind yourself that there was no reason to fear.
When the music, courtesy of some of the villagers who knew a thing or two about specific musical instruments, began to play, you stood ramrod straight as your eyes zeroed in on the figure who appeared beneath the flower arch.
Your eyes dilated as they took in every single detail of her wedding dress, from how the delicate lace of her bodice cinched at her small waist before the fabric followed the curves of her shapely legs. If you were to be honest, though, the most alluring yet distracting feature was how the cups of the gown barely contained the plump and bountiful flesh of her breasts. They practically spilled out of the gown but somehow miraculously stayed hidden despite a good amount of the upper part of her chest being displayed as if to tease anyone of what lay hidden in the cloth.
Your hands twitched as the urge to fondle their pillowy softness filled your entire being. Imagining her tantalizing scent and the texture of her body beneath your fingertips made your mouth feel dry all of a sudden.
Aside from your desires, though, there is no one currently present that could deny how she glowed as she made her way toward you. The flower crown made of jasmine flowers atop her head was an especially nice touch, an ode to her own name.
Jasmine…
You never gave her a name because you held the belief that if your Pokemon wanted a name, then it was their call, their decision. The day after her final evolution, your Gardevoir decided upon it herself that she wanted her name to be that of the soft yet calming flower. Fitting, you thought at that time, because she had grown and matured just as you did since the day you both set out on your adventure together.
When her arm wraps around your own, you fight to keep the expression on your face as happy yet calm as ever. Something that was increasingly hard as your firm arm was buried between the softness and warmth of her heaving bosom. The chief’s words were like a blur to you, but you did your best to at least focus on Jasmine’s facial expressions the whole time.
The fetching blush that remained on her face since the moment she walked down the aisle to you, for example. The knowledge that you’d be able to see it and think of it as an adorable reaction from your wife, of all people, made happiness bubble in your chest. There was no more need to hide. Not when your love was as pure and legal as every other couple in this village.
“...pronounce you, man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
You don’t think twice and sweep your new wife up into a bridal carry before pressing your lips against hers in a long overdue kiss. Her anticipation and happiness amplify your own as you seek to deepen the liplock, tongues meeting and dancing sensually despite the small audience that cheered around you.
There is no crowd at this moment. It is only you and Jasmine, as your sacred vows are sealed with a kiss full of love and affection. The taste of one another and the feeling of soft lips molding and rubbing together is intoxicating, but air is essential, and you, unfortunately, have to stop and take a breath for a moment.
“Congratulations to the newlyweds!”
“May you have many long and blissful years ahead of you!”
Their encouraging words and cheering soothed and reassured you as you walked down the aisle while still carrying your wife. Her slender arms were wrapped around your neck, her ruby orbs lovingly looking into your own as you tried hard not to kiss her again in public.
Not that you didn’t want to do that, of course. Rather, you can’t promise NOT to get carried away once you start kissing her again. What sane man wouldn’t want to make love to his wife as soon as the wedding ended? Besides, the chieftain did reassure you both that you were free to consummate your marriage after the ceremony. He was quite used to dealing with the reception of all the young couples whose weddings he officiated, knowing full well that the newlyweds were desperate to get their alone time.
Thankfully, the field where your wedding was held was just a block away from the village. Due to your urgency and how near your new house was, you were soon kicking the door open and practically running to the bedroom. Jasmine made sure to close and lock the door to your home alongside any open windows and close the blinds with her psychic powers to prevent any possible interruptions.
When she’s deposited onto the wide bed, the shoes you kicked off almost hit a lampshade but thankfully narrowly missed it. While you tried to remove all your clothes as quickly as possible, the Gardevoir sat up using her arms and watched as each article was removed to reveal the lean muscles developed from years of traveling across different terrains. You don’t miss the gleam of interest and desire in her eyes as you kept eye contact with her all throughout, letting her know how desperate you were to finally feel her against your skin.
“Like what you see?” You tease as you stand there in nothing but your boxer briefs, the outline of your half-hard cock straining against the clingy fabric and further rousing her appetite.
The brief wave of annoyance she sends has you chuckling at her impatience, urging you to stop making her wait and to get in bed already. Jasmine was tired of having to keep her hands to herself when she wanted to run her hands all throughout your body from the moment she saw you dressed so impeccably upon the altar.
“I know, honey. I’ve wanted to touch you since I saw you walking down the aisle earlier. Couldn’t help thinking about how much prettier that wedding dress will look on the floor….” Her pleased trill is an innocently pleasant sound, but the way she licks her lips after with her pink tongue is downright sinful as your thoughts turn to what better things she could be licking instead.
Unwilling to waste any more time, you remove the last piece of your own clothing before finally getting on top of her. Your hungry eyes are locked onto her heaving mounds that strain against the bodice of her dress, two adorably small peaks sticking out at the center.
With a single strong tug at the front of the gown, Gardevoir’s breasts bounce free from their prison. It’s one thing to be able to just look at them, but to be able to cup each full teat in your hand as your fingers practically sink into the utterly soft flesh is another thing. You feel the slit at the tip of your cock release a small bead of precum as you nuzzle her bosom, committing to memory the warmth and sweetness of her.
Your hands seem to have minds of their own as they knead, press, massage, and tug at every inch of skin they can touch. Considering just how much of Jasmine there was to love, your hands had a lot of territories to go over.
For all her impatience earlier, the psychic type knew how much her soft, pliable form amazed and aroused you so much. Now that she was officially your wife, why wouldn’t she allow you to take your time to fondle her so reverently? This was proof of your love for her and everything that made her herself, whether it be for her personality or her body.
And so she laid there while she ran her fingers through your hair as you suckled on her left breast like a newborn, seemingly trying to coax milk out of her with how hard you were sucking. Jasmine’s pussy twitched at the thought of her teats swelling up with milk as her body underwent the stages of motherhood after you successfully bred her. Of her cunt overflowing with your virile semen even if she was already carrying the product of your union within her womb as you dump load after load into her.
“Arceus, I can never get enough of how soft you are. Is it bad that I can’t help but imagine how much more gorgeous you’d look when these pretty tits fill up with milk for our baby?”
Releasing one thoroughly loved breast from the warm and wet attentions of your mouth, you give the pink nub at the center a playful bite before looking up at your wife with a dazed smile. “So we gotta do our best to make sure my seed takes, okay? No matter how long it takes…we’ll build our family together.”
I wouldn’t have it any other way, darling. All of me was made just for you.
Smile widening at the feelings she transmitted to you telepathically, you pull yourself upwards to meet Jasmine’s lips in a sensual kiss filled with so much love for one another.
She wasn’t just a Pokemon, nor was she just your partner. She is the love of your life, your lawfully wedded wife, and the future mother of your children.
And it was time to fulfill your solemn duty to her as her husband.
“F-Fuck, you’re too good at this, sweetie…!”
With your hands clutching her plump breasts and pulling them together to sandwich your cock as you titty-fucked her, your hips pistoned with abandon, especially as the Gardevoir’s tongue teasingly flicked against the tip each time it got close enough to her mouth.
Your palms only covered an insignificant amount of her bosom, pliable flesh spilling from in between your fingers and the rest that you couldn’t even grasp. That didn’t stop you from touching as much as you could though. A little setback won’t stop you from worshiping the beauty of her form.
The sight of her luscious tits jiggling with each movement, the feeling of your manhood engulfed in between such warmth and softness, and that devilish tongue of hers had you cumming quickly enough.
“Open up that pretty mouth, baby…!” You grunted hips stuttering in their movements as your first orgasm of the night spurted into the Pokemon’s awaiting mouth and the tops of her heaving chest.
When you catch your breath after a few moments, you turn your gaze to your lovely bride, who sported a deep pink flush as she licked up the semen that had splashed against the corners of her lips. She looked so adorably obscene as she focused on not wasting a single drop.
“You’re gonna kill me by being so cute….”
The Gardevoir simply smiled at you, sitting up and letting her powers remove her wedding dress fully as she moved to lean against the headboard of the bed and pat her lap.
I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you…please?
Though she was a lot shorter than you in height, Jasmine was definitely the more powerful one, so you didn’t feel embarrassed about laying against her lap. She cradled you like a newborn as you suckled upon her delicious breasts again, tongue licking and teeth nibbling at the nubs and leaving little bites along the expanse of skin. Your hand made sure to give her neglected bosom the attention it deserved, unwilling to let such beauty be left unattended.
Her hands weren’t idle as one supported your head while the other languidly stroked your cock back to full hardness.
Due to how…gifted she was, your vision was practically obscured by just a single breast, and yet you couldn’t find it in you to care about how she could accidentally suffocate you and that you’d have no qualms about such a way to die.
Don’t you even dare joke about something like that. You’ve still yet to breed me, you silly man.
Before you could even make a quip about how you’d gladly ascend into heaven from suffocation via the most glorious breasts in the world, she suddenly sped up her stroking to the point where you found your words stuck in your throat.
You better keep your promise, dear husband~
As your second orgasm splashed against her hand and reached even her teats, you shook your head and shot her a breathless grin as if to take up her challenge.
“According to that book I read, this is the best position for a successful conception.”
You want to immortalize the sight in front of you forever.
Because what could be a more beautiful and erotic scene than that of your Gardevoir laid upon your marriage bed with her legs up in the air and spread wide to expose the gleaming and positively dripping pink cunt just waiting for your cock? There’s plenty of time later to worship her pretty pussy, but right now, you both have an important mission to fulfill.
“Gonna breed this pretty pussy every day if I have to, and even when it takes, I’ll keep filling it up to the brim with my cum. You’d love that, won’t you, baby? Want all my cum in you every day so that no matter where you go, you’ll always have a part of me inside of you?”
Yes, please breed me! Want all your cum!
As her legs locked around your waist to pull you closer after you breached her tight walls with your throbbing cock, your mouth instinctively latched onto the breast closest to it. The combination of her tight, warm, wet heat surrounding the entirety of your prick and her taste on your tongue is making you feel almost drunk on her body alone.
The sound of wet smacking, masculine grunts, and feminine keening is heard throughout the room and thankfully didn’t spill outside of it to traumatize any random passerby outside the humble home.
Not that you felt any embarrassment at how loud you were both being, because what is a little bit of shyness from being heard by their fellow villagers when he had a much more important purpose right now?
All you could think as Jasmine’s gummy walls tightened around your manhood was that if only you had found this village earlier, then you’d have had a headstart on the creation of your family. Perhaps at this point, her flat belly would have swelled with life and her breasts ripe and dripping with life-sustaining milk that you could be gorging yourself on since it would still be some time before your child would be born.
Maybe you truly are depraved under the easygoing persona, but then again, is any man really immune to his natural instincts of breeding his own wife? Of seeing her body change to accommodate the fruit of your love?
Harder. Faster. Please…Make me absolutely yours…
The Gardevoir’s feelings wash over you, and like an aphrodisiac, your thrusts gain speed and strength. You purposely angle your hips as well, wanting to hit that particular spot inside of her that made her see stars.
…!!!
Her ruby orbs widen, and her mouth opens up in a voiceless moan when the tip of your dick finds that special spot. Armed with that bit of knowledge, you don’t hesitate to jackhammer away as rivulets of her slick coat the entirety of your cock and drip onto the bed.
It’s hypnotizing to watch her whole body jiggle as you mated with her because just as you were making love to her as a human, so was she mating with you as a Pokemon. Though it didn’t matter what it was called in the end, though, because either way, you had no intentions of stopping and had all intentions of planting your seed into her fertile womb.
“...Can’t wait to knock you up…Gonna worship you even more once it happens….” You mumble dazedly between your fervent worship of Jasmine’s breasts with your mouth, teeth, tongue, and hands. They shone with a sheen of saliva and, like a canvas, were painted with various teeth marks and bruises from your relentless ministrations.
Her own eyes were practically rolling to the back of her head as your relentless assault on her body turned her brain into mush. All she knows is the feeling of your hard, thick cock splitting her pussy open with the intent to dump your virile load and the sweetness of your attention on her hefty bosom.
In this new home of yours, there is no distinction between humans and Pokemon.
There is only a loving husband and wife.
Perhaps if both of you are diligent and prayed enough, Arceus would see fit to bless your union soon.