Be you
Not a Trainer
Just a guy in the woods with some Grass-types he tends to
Sitting on your couch, watching TV
Abruptly your bingewatching is interrupted
Before you glass your television in anticipation of that shitty Unovan burger ad, you realize it's some kind of emergency alert
It's not helicopter footage of a kid wailing while holding onto a Drifloon this time
That fucking laboratory a few miles from your house is on fire
You count your lucky stars there's a Blastoise on scene aiding the fire department
You also feel a sense of unease that as you continue to watch and listen to the presenter lady prattle on they never quite get to the 'how' this took place
Nor do you really recall what the lab is even there for now that you think about it
Just then you hear a faint clatter
Those fucking Stantler better not be bothering your Oddish at this ungodly hour
You stand up and reach for your flashlight when you see something that turns your blood cold
Your front door is wide open
You don't recall anything living near you having thumbs other than people
You grab your flashlight and step as quietly as you can for the stairs
Seeing as your gun is in your room
You put one foot on the first step and hear something in your kitchen
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You bolt up the stairs, figuring you'll just beat him to it and blast him
Barging into your room and snatching your gun off the table, you load it and ensure the safety's off
You are damn sure you didn't hear anything follow you up though
Maybe it's a Pokémon after all, just dumb as fuck and decided to tour your house and raid your fridge
That somehow pisses you off more than the idea of a human being in your house
You reenter the upstairs hall, more confident now but still careful
You level the barrel with the silhouette of a creature you have never seen in your life.
You realize something turned your flashlight off
And that you're holding onto a gun with the top half missing
You stumble backwards and almost trip over the slide as it clatters on the floor behind you
You don't know what you're looking at
Some kind of two eared biped with a broad lower body and a tail
You drop the remains of your now useless gun but you watch it be flung into your bedroom instead of hit the floor
Fuckfuckfuckfuck
You bolt for your bedroom so you can at least try and escape through the window
You're hurtling over your bed until suddenly you're pressed down to it by some invisible force
That same formless grasp flips you over while you involuntarily yell several expletives and try to swing your fist behind you
Not your finest moment
You feel especially defeated when three digits and a palm calmly close around your fist as it slows to a crawl
It leans over you, the pale creature glaring, now visible in the light of your window
You still don't know what Pokémon this is
You struggle against the bonds of force, meeting its unflinching gaze with eyes full of fear
"You will hide me here."
A woman's voice thunders over your own brain's
"Shelter me, and no harm will come to you."
You try to speak but your jaw is being squeezed, so you just stiffly nod for your life
It makes an audible 'hmph', seeming pleased that you cooperated easily
Instead of freeing you, it grabs you by the back of your shirt and begins to drag you
Through the air, like you're a fucking Drifloon
You protest at this treatment but soon enough you're downstairs again
You hear your front door slam shut behind you as you are assembled like a mannequin into a casual pose on your couch
Your unidentified invader sits down beside you, watching the laboratory continue to burn onscreen
You can turn your eyes aside just enough to see its intense gaze.
A countenance full of almost human manner of expression
And you also see it has two necks
Two
necks
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It looks at you looking at it and immediately its frown deepens
You quickly direct your gaze anywhere else
"I know I'm hideous."
Oh Arceus
You can't disagree with it aloud because of your invisible bonds, so you just do your best to go 'mm-mm'
Hoping you won't get your head popped like a Cherrim if you can avoid insulting your invader's self image
"I don't blame you. Being afraid of a freak like me."
You hope she makes it quick whatever she does to take this out on you
On the TV, they've brought in a Goodra to Rain Dance to help put out the fires
The rain comes down on your house too
Perhaps this sets a more contemplative and calm mood
"I said no harm would come to you."
Oh fuck can it hear your thoughts
"Indeed. Detecting your surface level thoughts is effortless for me."
Can...
...can it please stop squeezing you with its mind powers?
You feel the telekinetic grasp loosen, movement returning to your head and you can shimmy your torso around to a more comfortable pose
But the rest of you is still firmly rooted to the couch
This situation being ridiculous as is, you're way past being afraid for your life anymore
And enter a mindset of simply coping
While thinking of a way to make light of being tied down by some strange female
The word 'kinky' appears in your head
"What does that mean?"
Uh
You turn your head away as your brain, never having trained to be a steel trap, effortlessly and involuntarily conjures up all the imagery you're thinking about NOT wanting to think of
You clear your throat loudly, sweating even harder, trying to tell the creature it's just a bad joke you couldn't resist thinking of
You glance back at it and it's just blankly staring
At least you didn't think about it jerking you off or something
Ah.
It scoots away from you
It occurs to you now that you are capable of scaring even Pokémon girls away
You apologize again and beg it to help you change the subject
It seems at a loss for what to talk about as it regards you with some caution now
As if you're not at her mercy
You suggest that the two of you should introduce yourselves
As you open your mouth to say your name, she says it aloud in your head
You blink and nod
Waiting for her to follow suit
She looks down with an almost pitiful look
And senses your pity immediately, her face screwing into a frown
"They called me 'Mewtwo'. Among other things."
" 'Artificial'. 'Mistake'. 'Disaster'. 'Weapon'."
You glance at the smoldering remains of the laboratory on your television as rain drenches the ruins
You feel a knot of anger in your gut at what they must have been doing in that lab
It occurs naturally to you to ask what she'd rather her name be
She thinks for a long time
While you make retarded guesses like 'Violet' or—
"Why Violet?"
Because her eyes are purple
In fact a lot of her is purple
You weakly chuckle, and then harder with relief and elation when she seems to find it acceptable
"Fine. That is what you may call me."
You try to treat her like a guest in order to make this hostage situation more of a domestic one
And offer her food, nodding toward your kitchen
She shakes her head
"I already had one of your Oran berries."
SO SHE WAS RAIDING YOUR FRIDGE
You hang your head and laugh even harder
Still you insist she lets you get up and make her a proper meal
Violet takes this to mean she will puppet your legs to stand up and start marching your ass to the kitchen ahead of her
You flail your arms in front of you to keep your top half upright at first
After walking like you shit yourself for a bit more she's stood you in front of the bare countertop
And seems to expect you to just start crafting a meal right there
Um
"Tell me what you need and I'll get it for you."
Ah
You point to various cabinets and shelves of your fridge for various ingredients
They fly from their places out of the dark and onto your impromptu workspace
Things get awkward when somewhere in the middle of your prep you ask for a knife
You sheepishly hold out your hand for it
Violet just stands there, between you and the open drawer across the kitchen
You say she can stand as faraway from you as she likes during this
Even though this isn't some bid to get away she still won't give it to you
Perhaps she thinks the temptation will be there or something
Violet seems miffed you think she's scared of you, and grabs the knife herself, marching over to you
You definitely go a little pale
But you also notice how much taller she is than you
You're no manlet but you estimate her to be 6'6".
She raises a brow as you gaze somewhat mystified up at this towering creature in your house
You get the wind thwacked out of you by her tail
Yep, eyes forward
She starts cutting stuff on the board without your instruction
Oh right she can scan your thoughts on what to do next
You feel mildly amused that a Pokémon is helping you cook
You ask her to walk you over to the stove so you can work while she does too
Instead you feel your legs return to your possession
You timidly grab a pot, fill it, then turn your stove on
So what, you can't have a knife but she'll let you have boiling water?
Yep. You can't move your legs again
You mutter out a sorry for another shit attempt at humor and just continue cooking with your new housemate
In the dark
The light switch mysteriously flips up after you think that
In between stirring one pot and flipping stuff around in a pan beside, you look over your shoulder at her
Everything Violet's done with is neatly arranged onto the dish rack
She even washes her hands
Best Pokémon
She gives you another mean look and sits on a stool by the kitchen island, waiting for you to be done
You don't even notice when you freely walk around and plate her food and sit down across from her
You reach for your fork but it escapes your grasp
It skewers some of your food and then hovers up in front of your face
Oh boy.
Flushing more than when you thought about uhhh something stupid worth forgetting, you open your mouth and allow Violet to feed you
A great multi-tasker, she eats her own dinner too
Breaking the awkward silence while she pokes your face with your next bite, you ask how it tastes
"It's good."
It occurs to you this may be the first properly cooked meal she's ever eaten
You compliment her for doing so well for her first time helping in a kitchen
She shrugs, seeming to consider it nothing too special
"Eat."
You sigh and open your mouth again
As soon as the both of you are finished, she stands up
And stands YOU up
Helping you put away the rest of the dishes
You decide to wash them yourself instead of making a guest help with them
But you're soon hauled off in the air
Right, the utensils are on there
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You're deposited back on the couch
You realize for the first time in about half an hour that you were watching something
Suddenly Porygon fighting viruses in cyberspace are not so interesting to you as before
Especially considering you're living science fiction right now
Wait
She's not next to you
You look over your shoulder
Violet's standing at your front door, staring out the small window at the top
You barely broach the question of what she's doing aloud before she says
"Someone's coming. Stay there."
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You ask her to wait, standing up and then predictably freezing in place
She's silent
You ask her gently to let you see who it is before she does anything hasty
She drags you to the door with a curl of her wrist, and stands aside.
You stare through the window, and it's your neighbor! You'd recognize that orange raincoat anywhere
You grab the doorknob but realize if you opened it before he knocked that'd be fucking weird
Instead you let him rap his knuckles on the door
You tell Violet with your brain to pause the TV
Thinking quickly as she does so, you stomp your feet on the ground, pretending to walk over
THEN you open the door
Uhh what's up
"You hear about the explosion?"
"Something must have gotten out of there."
"My Miltank were spooked by something. When me and the boys finally got them settled down I thought of you, all alone out here."
Haha well everything's fine here
Really appreciate you coming by
"Alright well uh, feel free to call if you need help. We'll get here faster than Jenny!"
The two of you laugh and he says his goodbyes, marching off back into the rain
What a nice guy
You shut the door and turn around, and you see your landline phone in a heap on the ground
The cord torn cleanly from its place in the wall
Violet kicks it into the dark corner of the foyer
You swallow nervously, reminded of your true circumstances
"I cannot risk anything."
You nod in understanding, opening your mouth to say something about trust, but you're lifted and deposited back to your spot on the couch
And she takes hers again, arms folded, staring forward
Morosely you watch on, head propped up by your arm
Neither of you enjoying the program
Or that fucking burger commercial
You absentmindedly fantasize about glassing your television again
And perhaps tracking down the talentless singer and throwing him lechonktied in the back of your truck
When you realize this isn't the best example to be setting for a girl who blew up an entire facility moments ago
Your TV turns off, and now the two of you are in near pitch darkness, the porchlight outside being the only light
This is some time for mood lighting
"What does that mean?"
Not again
"Does it have to do with—"
Nope not discussing this
You feel the couch creak as she comed across the cushions, parts of her face illuminated as it hovers beside you
She seems to be studying you rather closely
Try as you might you can really only think of one mortifying thing
Her coming onto you
She doesn't touch you or make a move whatsoever, you just sit there
Helplessly stuck between anticipating her kissing you, feeling you up in some way or kicking your ass for thinking of any of it
"Are you really that helpless to your base instincts?"
Okay, you expected those words to be projected into your head
But not with this much concern
You laugh under your breath, sweating as you feel Violet's breath on your neck
You begin to calculate how fucked in the head you are
She's a Pokémon, sure, but she's pretty humanoid
She can even talk
You feel as though it wouldn't be so bad
Your heart sinks as you realize the train of thought you're on, and her face recedes back into the dark
You see her tail slide through the air in front of you to follow her as she stands up, away from you
"I'm glad I'm not too hard to look at."
You curse yourself, palm striking your forehead with embarassment
What use are explanations at this point?
You worry you've insulted her beyond apology
"I'm..."
She takes a step forward, and then one that's much harder that makes her body lurch down
Shit
You stand up to help her stand herself
You feel a weak pulse of force pass through you, but you can keep moving forward
As if you slipped through her fingers
You sheepishly present yourself as something to lean on
She just escaped a secure facility and has been continuously using her powers ever since to keep you under her... uh... thumb.
Now she's worn herself out
Violet begrudgingly takes hold of you, you hear her real voice growl in her throat
You help her up your stairs, and make sure she doesn't step on the pieces of your disassembled pistol on her way to your bed
You help her take a seat, and she lies down with a long groan of relief. It seems springing for the Altaria fluff mattress was worth it
Violet's eyes narrow, fluttering open and shut as though she's fighting sleep
You go to leave her to rest but she catches you by the collar
"Don't go."
You blink
"I'm still not risking anything."
You crawl into bed aside her
She takes up quite a bit of room, what with her height
Her tail
Her uh, hips
You throw covers over the two of you, and turn over as you accept your fate
Your captor of course captures you
In her arms rather than any psychokinetic hold
You get the feeling you're not going anywhere once her tail wraps around your waist
Being the little spoon for such a tall lady is a bit emasculating
But you've had quite a bit of that tonight
No sooner do these thoughts leave your head does Violet's tail loosen
And her arms turn you over
You turn the rest of the way to ask what's up
She squeezes you against her
Pressing your face into her soft, smooth chest
Your arms have nowhere to go but around her body
You sigh contentedly, accepting your fate
You do find her attractive
Which means another opportunity to embarass yourself if you get a stiffy here
You try to explain to Violet, abashedly
She offers no verbal response
Instead one of her hands presses on your lower back, pushing your crotch against her underbelly
Alright now
You're gonna make her turn back or take this seriously
One of your hands drifts down her back, and you give one of her buttocks a squeeze
You're pleasantly surprised by the amount of give your digits are feeling
You continue to have a cheeky grab of her cheek
You stroke her back, feeling the curve of her spine
How it arches a little on reflex when your other hand squeezes
You look up at her, wondering if she's too exhausted to play chicken with a human
She seems determined to let you continue
You treat her like any other lady, appreciating her curves
Thighs, ass, hell you even feel curious about her actual tail
She breathes softly, sometimes hitched in a gasp as you act
You realize that you're doing most of this by instinct, so it's hard for her to anticipate what you're going to do to her next
You crack a smile as you lift her thigh, slipping your hand between her legs
She's a fucking furnace down here
You prod and tease her, becoming a bit overzealous with her
She grabs hold of your wrist all of a sudden
Rather than yank your hand away, she awkwardly 'guides' you
Trying to make you go as slow and gentle as her heart can take it
You ask her if she's really okay with this
"You... really do want me, don't you?"
You surprise yourself with your answer, pulling yourself a couple inches up her tall frame to kiss her
The only way you're going to get her to let her walls down is by showing her she's no abomination
As you kiss, she finally figures out how to kiss back, telepathic vocalizations of curiosity and pleasure buzzing through your mind
Her hands grasp at your back and the back of your head
Without thinking you continue to tease her, spreading her open, dragging your fingertip across her hot, wet sex
You're curious what'll happen if you touch riiiight...
Oh
Her hips lurch up dramatically, and she makes an almost girlish whine
Well that was fun
Let's do it again
You toy with her more and more, and you feel her become putty in your hand
At some point she gets it in her head to return the favor
Particularly in the fashion you imagined earlier in the night
She fumbles with your waistband and shoves her hand in your pants, desperately grasping for your cock
Her mouth hangs slightly ajar, panting as you continue to rub her faster and faster
At first she's an absolute klutz down there, making you make a couple uncomfortable grimaces before she gets the picture
Then she's a bit too good for your pride to take
So you take it a step further, slipping your inside her
One phalanx
Then two
Then you're up to your knuckle in her, plunging it in and out slowly
Her real voice is husky and ragged, her chest rocking up and down with heavy, rapid breaths of excitement
And in your mind all you can hear is a small crowd of her
Crying out for more, begging you to take it easy on her, timid inquiries to how you like her
And you love her
You slip a second finger in, determined to really loosen her up
Spreading them apart inside her
You ask her if she's ready
Violet's only response is to meekly roll onto her back, presenting herself
She averts her gaze at first as she allows you to climb onto her, hand still wrapped around your cock
Guiding you to her
She locks eyes with you again when you grab ahold of her hands
Tenderly you grasp her
And slide into her
You grunt with effort to spread open her tight confines, slowly boring in
And then you hit a limit
You realize that you're about to break a Pokémon's hymen
But not a shred of doubt keeps you from deflowering Violet
For a big lady she winces and whines a lot
You take it slow, let her acclimate to everything
Her eyes are half-lidded, her hands grip your back hard, hugging you closer
You swoop in under her cute, slender snout for another kiss
Making love to her is a totally new experience from anything you've had before
Her strong, thick legs wrapped around you
Your hands sink into her smooth, soft flesh as you grip her hips
The bed creaks beneath the two of you as you begin to move in earnest
She squeezes you, inside and out, holding on as if for dear life
Both yours and her eyes flit open again as the kiss parts
She looks up at you with awe and ecstasy as you grunt and pant with effort
You really give it to her now
Soon all you can hear between your ears is her saying your name
You gasp out the name you gave her, breathing out upon and kissing her throat
You roll your hips, hopelessly devoted to your task
Vigorously mating with this extaordinary creature
You hear her, and feel her getting close
Her real voice is the only coherent thing you hear, her telepathy is whines and squeals of psychic static
You're sure now that she's lost in the pleasure
She clenches around you harder, her hips spasming in your white-knuckle grasp as you climax in unison
Emptying everything you have into her
Her clawless digits dig into your shoulders as her legs squeeze you so tight to the point of immobility
You're temporarily stuck as her insides try desperately to keep it all
You wriggle a little, trying not to get your spine snapped in half
Thankfully Violet relaxes, her legs straightening out, toes curling and uncurling
Her eyes glued to the ceiling, desperately trying to catch her breath
The two of you separate as needed, now lying aside one another again
This time though you pull Violet into an embrace yourself
Her ears flatten abashedly as the towering Pokémon snuggles up to you, her breath still hot and passionate
The rain outside provides all the ambience needed for the afterglow, the two of you exchanging no words, simply gentle caresses
Maybe that's because you haven't had a thought in your head the past minute
Well, one thing comes to mind
You murmur to her
As long as she stays with you, no harm will come to her
She sleeps rather soundly after that