Contrary to popular belief, the path to becoming a Pokémon Trainer isn’t as simple as turning 10 years old and getting one of your region’s starters from the local Pokémon League authority. Sure, there are some lucky and determined individuals who think they can conquer their region with nothing more than a plucky attitude and a Pikachu by their side, but for every inspirational story like that, there are dozens of children who don’t even make to their second town before going back home for one reason or another. In truth, it’s only romantics who stick to such a path when there are schools you can attend to get the certification to participate in each region's League, and even prep schools before that.
However, Tommy was a romantic. He wanted to forge his own path once he turned 10 in a couple years, so he devoted his after school time to go to a Pokémon Prep School. Hurrying home as the sun began to sink below the Kalos horizon, he ran up the cobble stoned path to the front door of his house and went inside. “Mama! Papa! I’m home!” Calling out to his parents, he kicked off his shoes and started the run towards the living room. However, before he could get more than three steps, a figure of white and blue appeared behind him.
“Vior, garde Gardevoir.” Wiping her three digit hands dry on the apron she was wearing, the Embrace Pokémon poked to the shoes he had discarded. “Gardevoir.”
Smiling cheekily and scratching the back of his head, Tommy walked back to the entryway and picked up his shoes. “S-Sorry, Gardevoir. Are Mama and Papa home?” Putting his shoes away in the shoe rack like he’s supposed to, his smile slightly faded when the elegant Pokémon shook her head. “Oh… okay.” Wrapping his arms around her thin waist, he went to the kitchen table to do his homework before dinner.
Through the orangey-red horn-like sensory organ protruding through her chest and back, Gardevoir could sense the loneliness that Tommy felt. On the wall above the shoe rack, there was a picture of their family, a blonde woman and purple-haired man crouched down with an arm around each other’s shoulders and the other embracing an infant Tommy and a freshly hatched Ralts with rare, blue hair instead of the green the Feeling Pokémon is known for. Brushing her hand over the image of the smiling young boy, Gardevoir’s eyes narrowed at the parents that have been neglecting their son since she evolved into a Kirlia.
Following the young boy into the kitchen where she was still preparing dinner, she noticed the note his parents had left on the table was scrunched up and tossed in the corner of the floor. Rather than reprimand him for it, she used Psychic to toss it into the trash while she walked up behind him and gently wrapped her arms around him. “Voir?”
Blushing, the youngster turned and stood on the chair to hug her back. “I’m okay, Gardevoir. I know Mama and Papa are working hard for my sake, but you’re always here for me.”
With the limited understanding of human society that she had, Gardevoir knew it was expected for parents to leave the house for a large amount of the day, the neighbor’s did as well, but Tommy’s parents were different. Shortly after she evolved into a Kirlia, they moved into this bigger house. She didn’t know what they were like before she hatched, but during her days playing with Tommy as a Ralts she remembered his parents were always always talking about moving to a bigger house, but their previous home was perfect for them. It was a cozy little place and she had to share a room with Tommy, but that was far better than this huge house with unused rooms that forced his parents to work longer hours to afford. It wasn’t until she became the Pokémon she is now that she understood though. During the brief interactions she has with them when they are home, Gardevoir can sense the pride they feel being able to say they live in such a big house. They brag to their friends and coworkers whenever they get the chance, talking about how nice it is to have so much space to relax in, despite never being here to relax.
Letting Tommy go, she touched her forehead to his and went back to making him something to eat while he focused on his homework.
Finishing the little bit of school work he had left, Tommy watched as Gardevoir used her psychic powers to efficiently and elegantly cook and clean simultaneously. Utensils and cutlery danced around her as she directed multiple actions with ease. It was a beautiful display of homemaking, though when he noticed that his gaze had settled on her hips he couldn’t help but blush and look away. “Gardevoir is so pretty… but why does my heart beat so much faster when I look at her?” It was the same feeling he got looking at some of the girls in his class or Roller Skater Winnie that he always sees on the way home, only stronger. He felt so comfortable and safe in Gardevoir’s arms, and she was so soft and smelled really nice. “Yeah… so long as Gardevoir is here, I don’t need anything else…”
After eating and taking a bath, there was little time left before his bedtime, so Tommy spent what time he could with Gardevoir, even if it only amounted to them sitting in the living room watching videos from past Pokémon League battles. However, the young lad quickly fell asleep from the long day he had, leaning against Gardevoir’s shoulder as he breathed softly. Gently laying his head on her lap, Gardevoir let him rest a bit longer before she’d take him to his room.
“Tommy works so hard, but even he makes time to come home… How can they stand not coming back to see him?” Though she may not be able to speak the human tongue, like most other Pokémon, Gardevoir was capable of sentient thought and communication with other Pokémon. Switching the video of a semi-final match between two skillful Trainers, she brought up one featuring the current Champion, Diantha, and her own Gardevoir. “Well, Tommy won’t have to worry about them soon enough. Going on a journey can be dangerous, but he wouldn’t have an empty house to remind him that they are never around. I’m all he’s ever needed, but soon he’ll be off on his own… where I can’t see him.” As a being with such sensitive empathy, she disliked the feeling she developed in her gut whenever she thought of the negligent parents. She’d much rather study how Diantha’s Gardevoir fought and moved so she could match such graceful and confident technique, as futile an act that may be. After a couple of videos, she used Psychic to carry Tommy to the bathroom and gently roused him so he could prepare for bed.
Remaining half asleep as he brushed his teeth and went to the bathroom, Tommy sleepily had to rely on Gardevoir to support him before being brought to his bed and tucked in. “Mmm… Thank you… Mommy…” Almost immediately drifting to sleep as he laid in his bed, Tommy unconsciously held onto the Embrace Pokémon’s hand and smiled.
He looked so darling and cute, Gardevoir had to suppress a squeal of delight. “He hasn’t called me ‘Mommy’ in so long!” Kneeling down at his bedside, she kissed him on the forehead and smiled lovingly at the innocent, hard-working youth. “If only he’d call me that when he’s awake.” Though she knew he’d be too embarrassed to actually do so and the fact that it isn’t necessary for him to verbalize how he actually feels about her, it still would be nice, even if only once.
Watching over him for just a few more minutes, she teleported up to her room on the higher floor.
Later that Night
Even though it was the middle of the night and he was still quite tired, Tommy awoke to darkness when the slight change in air pressure of his door opening alerted him that someone had entered his room. Sitting up and rubbing his sleepy eyes, he reached for the light at his bedside. “Mama? Papa? How was wo-!?” Believing it to be his parents coming to check on him after getting back late like they had a number of times in the past, he froze when he flicked on the light and standing at the doorway was a strange man dressed in black with a ski mask on. In his hands was a knife and the man looked at him with panicky, deranged eyes. His voice failing to escape his throat, Tommy’s mind went blank.
“What the?” Turning quickly and pointing his knife at the now terrified youth, the man was visible shaking. “Okay kid, I want yer money and yer valuables. Ritzy folk like you gotta have some ‘round here, ‘specially with that weird Gardevoir around.”
Even if Tommy wanted to tell the man what he wanted to know, he was too scared to say anything. “Uh… um… W-We h-... er… uh…” He didn’t understand why this man was in his house, let alone what was and wasn’t valuable anymore.
“Blast it, kid! I ain’t got all night!” Losing the no patience he had, the man advanced on the boy, reaching out to grab him.
“No! Go away!” Closing his eyes and pulling up the blankets, there was only one thing he could think of to save him now. “Mommy!” It wasn’t his parents, or the police. The only one he wanted to see right now was…
“Gardevoir!” Appearing the span of time before the child’s cry for help could even echo off the walls of the bedroom, her eyes glowing with the burning fury she felt towards the intruder she sensed as soon as she woke up, if a Gardevoir could learn Glare she’d be using it now.
However, even without a special move inducing paralysis on the would-be burglar, he was petrified by the palpable psychic energy and rage she was directing at him. “Oh shi-hrk!?”
Without letting him say a word or try to retreat, Gardevoir wrapped the man in black in a Psychic field, then turned her back to him and sat on Tommy’s bed and embraced him gently. “For him to call for me like this…” She didn’t need to guess at how scared he was, her heart was pained by the fear seeping into her.
“M-Mom-er Gardevoir!” Recognizing her gentle touch, Tommy threw off his blanket and buried his face into her chest. “I… I knew you’d… He just… and I… I…”
More than the anger she felt towards the intruder or the contempt she was feeling towards the boy’s parents for not being here to protect him themselves, the sickening feeling were overwritten with the relief that he was safe, that even with the threat still in the room, he no longer had a speck of fear because she was there for him. “However, for making Tommy experience something so traumatic in the first place…” Thankfully her body was blocking his view of the suspended man and with his face in her chest, Tommy didn’t see the cold gleam that flashed in her eye for all but the moment it took to deal with the problem.
Unable to move, unable to talk, whimpering and crying, the man didn’t even have time to register what happened as a sphere of perfect darkness enveloped the globe of psychic energy he was contained in. As the empathic Pokémon calmed her raging power, there was nothing left of the criminal. Not a fiber of clothing nor a drop of blood, not even an echoing plea for mercy. There was nothing. He was nothing.
“Voir, voir. Garde gar voir.” Patting and rubbing the boy’s back, she picked him up and headed out to the kitchen.
Tommy said nothing, simply weeping into the white of her chest as she turned on the stove and moved cookware with her psychic powers. However, after just a few minutes of holding the youngster, she needed to use her powers to assist her. “Tommy is growing up so fast… He’s already so big, I can barely hold him for long. Soon he’ll be even bigger than me.” While when she first met and played with Tommy as a Ralts they were the same size, she quickly outgrew him as she evolved. But now she was realizing once again how soon the time of him starting his Pokémon journey is. “But he’s not ready… out there where I can’t reach him, what if something like this happens again? Tommy is a kind child, he could get bullied or manipulated if I’m not with him! What if he gets sick or hurt somewhere?” This incident served a tipping point for the building anxiety and frustration she had been feeling since he first uttered the notion of leaving home to become a Pokémon Trainer. “... Why couldn’t Tommy be my Master?...”
It always came back to this unfair question. Obviously, since she grew up with/watching over the boy, someone else held her Pokéball. Both of Tommy’s parents used to be successful Trainers in their youth and so one of their friends from then sent them her egg as a baby present. Technically, Gardevoir wasn’t Tommy’s Pokémon, so he couldn’t bring her with him when he left on his journey.
“...No. Tommy needs me. I can’t let him-!?” The sound of Moomoo milk hissing on the hot element snapping her out of her thoughts, Gardevoir set the now mostly pacified boy down and quickly turned to clean up the mess. Thankfully, most of the milk was saved and the clean up was managed in the time it took her to serve him a cup of warm milk. At times like this when she can do so many tasks simultaneously, she’s reminded of a save Tommy’s grandmother told his mother one. ‘Mothers need to have more arms than a Tentacruel’, turns out she was right.
Sipping on his warm milk quietly, Tommy wiped the tears from his eyes. “Thanks Mo-er... Gardevoir. I know I can always count on you.” He smiled weakly to her. While he felt safe and secure in her arms right after her arrival, he would still have to process the utter terror and helplessness he felt in that moment.
“Gardevoir. Gar voir, garde.” Motioning for him to finish his drink. It was going to be a busy morning.
After finishing his drink, Gardevoir took the boy back to his room and made sure to lock the window and block the door. While the possibility of a second intruder showing up was low, she wanted Tommy to be able to sleep with peace of mind. “I need to protect him. I need to protect him… Tommy… Tommy needs...” As she got up to return to her room, Gardevoir wanted nothing more than to protect his innocent, joyful smile. However, as she was about to use Teleport to return to her room, she felt a small, trembling hand grab onto hers. “Tommy?” Whipping her head back around, she could see and feel him trying to be brave, clutching the blankets tightly.
“C-Can you… st-stay with m-m-me?” As simple and innocent of a request as it was, the tears welling up in his eyes and the anxiety made it, to the empathetic Pokémon, sound like a desperate plea as he tightened his grip on hers.
“Tommy!” Her maternal instincts forcing her affection to mix with her anxiety of him someday leaving and anger of failing to protect the boy who meant more than the world to her, Gardevoir’s thoughts were anything but rational as she pulled him up out of bed and into her embrace as she wrapped him in a Psychic field and left the room with him using Teleport. Appearing in her room, she held out her hands in front of her chest as a small ball of pink energy faded and released a miniature, 3-inch tall Tommy who looked around the dark room in confusion. “Voir voir, gardevoir.” Gently smiling at the tiny boy, she took a moment to admire how adorable he looked at that size before she began to lower her hand. “Don’t worry, Tommy. Mommy’s not going to let anything bad come near you again.”
“G-Gardevoir?” Having traveled with the Embrace Pokémon’s Teleport before, this one felt off and when the protective shell of glowing pink energy faded, he understood why as he sat in the palms of her blue hands. However, despite her now being utterly gigantic, her eyes were still as kind and gentle as always. “Wow! Gardevoir, I didn’t know you could do this!”
In truth, the motherly Pokémon didn’t either, but her unfathomable desire to keep him safe reached deep into her normally untapped psychic potency, which is usually reserved for acts like the small black hole she created earlier. “I could do anything if it meant you’d be safe.” She was so happy that not an inkling of fear or apprehension emanated from him once he processed what had happened.
Passing the sensory organ in her chest and brought down over her stomach, Tommy looked around in a bit of confusion. “Gardevoir? Where are you…?” Like with the action figures and stuff toys he used to sleep with, usually you’d put something as small as him next to you on your pillow or something. So why was she bringing him under her dress? Her face was really red too, and her breathing was getting short, hot and heavy. “Is she sick!? I read that Pokémon can get sick from overusing their powers!” “Gardev-wahhhhh!?”
“Tommy. My precious, previous Tommy. I’ll keep you safe. Safe from dangers, safe from disappointment, safe from…” Resting her free hand on her lower abdomen she slid her hand down to her smooth, featureless crotch and pressed firmly into it, using two of her fingers to sink into the soft flesh and reveal a moist, fleshy orifice. Typically hidden behind vulva that so seamlessly connected that it made her sex imperceptible, this was the first time she had ever showed herself to the young boy. If the deep blush coloring her normally stark white face a lovely shade of crimson all the way up to the tips of the small spikes that extend back away from her eyes was no indication of emotional state, the thick threads of natural lubrication connecting the sides for her narrow sex as she spread it further and further apart were. “... safe for the world. Just you and me.”
Not sure what exactly was going on, the warmth in Tommy’s cheeks was one that he knew was a naughty one, like that time he was playing hide-and-seek with some of the kids at school and the teacher came to the room he was hiding in without knowing he was there. One of the other kids had split juice on her, so she had to change and he missed his chance to call out to her, fearing he’d get caught. He saw her underwear for a moment before closing his eyes, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do the same with Gardevoir. “Gardevoir have a hole down there like Mama does? But why is she showing it to me?” But, he wasn’t just being shown, the hand carrying him brought him closer and closer to the pleasantly smelling opening. It smelt better than the Sweet Scent of the Oddish Tyson uses, and he leaned forward and closed his eyes to appreciate the aroma better. It made a warmth build in his pants, which he didn’t understand, and when he opened his eyes, the moist, tight opening dominated his entire view. His head was already within the sunken space between the spread flesh, his nose practically touching the quivering muscles and the heat radiating off of it enveloped him gently. “It looks a bit cramped in there… but Gardevoir wouldn’t do anything to hurt me!” Steeling himself, Tommy swallowed the fleeting hesitation and slowly reached out, sinking his fingers into the inviting orifice. “I’m not scared of the dark if it’s in Gardevoir!”
Just as she was about to make contact with her beloved Tommy with her sex, Gardevoir felt the young boy’s hand reach up and caress her delicate flesh of his own accord. There was a passing moment where his fear of the dark tried to rise up, but his trust in her snuffed it out and now he was willingly entering her! “Y-Yes Tommy! Come into Mommy. There is nothing to f-fear, Mommy’s nice and warm and will hold you tight.” Carefully, she aided him in his insertion into her body, sinking her fingers deep into the rippling tunnel of slick muscles. It felt so wonderful. “N-No… No, this… this isn’t… This is for T-Tommy.” Though she tried to deny the intense pleasure coursing through her body with every inch of the shrunken boy entering her, her body was far more honest. Her heart was racing, her breathing short and raspy, cheeks threatening to inflict Burn and it taking every ounce of will power she had to not massage her sex. Tommy’s uncertain touch felt so much better than the solo-play she engaged in every so often. “This is for Tommy… For Tommy…”
“Wow… I’m in Gardevoir right now…” Once his feet left the palm of the humongous Pokémon, Tommy looked back as the narrow opening slowly began to close. “Oh! She wants me to keep me in here? Hehee, it’s like a big, warm, slimy sleeping bag!” As the passage of undulating muscles wrapped around him snugly, Tommy caressed the slick flesh and Gardevoir’s entire body trembled from it. “She can still feel me? I think she’s super ticklish here.” Grinning mischievously, Tommy was about to ‘tickle’ the affectionate Pokémon a bit more, but stopped when an image of her kind smile flashed through his mind. “...No, Gardevoir takes care of me so well. She put me here to sleep.” Wiggling only as much as to get comfortable, his sleepiness returned more potent than before from the exhausting night he had experienced. Of course, there was nothing to worry about anymore, not when he was tucked away in such a dependable guardian. Yawning, some of the strange fluids soaking him got into the young boy’s mouth. It was a bit tangy, but sweet and comforting. “Mmmm… better than… warm… mil-...” Quickly drifting off to sleep, his body continued to unconsciously lap up Gardevoir’s sexual desires.
“N-No… T-T-Tommy, s-settle down.” Curling up into a ball as she felt the slumbering boy lick at her lust, Gardevoir was doing everything she could to stop herself from playing with her naughty hole. Just having him inside of her was so enticing she hadn’t been able to move her hands away from her drooling sex. “Please… M-Mommy appre...ciates it, but Tommy… No, not there!” He had sucked a bit of her flesh into his mouth and began to nibble on it. It felt so amazing, she tightened up and squeezed him tightly, but caught herself before it could disturb his sleep. Even still, she rubbed her belly lovingly through it all, reminding herself that this was for him, not her. “Such a rowdy boy, even in his sleep.” Thankfully he was starting to calm down, curling into a ball and sleeping peacefully in her embrace.
Once the little life form was no longer stimulating her so pleasantly, Gardevoir was able to get her lust under control. Carefully laying down in bed, she mewled softly at the pleasant lump breathing softly and comfortably in her most private of places. Soon, she too slipped into a pleasant dream.
The Next Morning
With her window facing east, Gardevoir’s room filled with the first rays of light to signal the start of the day. While normally she would have woken up long before the sun began it’s actual climb up over the horizon, the excitement from the night before had left her to still be slumbering as the darkness was washed away with the morning glow.
Her eyes fluttering open as the sun’s rays slowly fell on her face, it took the Embrace Pokémon a moment to fully wake up. “It’s already so late?... I need to hurry up and make breakfast for Tomm-!?” Stretching her stiff muscles, she sat up in bed and as her body compressed around the foreign object in her crotch. Freezing up immediately, as her mind reminded her of what happened to cause her to wake up so late, the white face paled even more and a cold sweat began to run down her face in sheets as she tried to keep her composure. Staring forward, her eyes quivering as she nervously rubbed her belly… and the lump moved! Letting out a panicked squeal, Gardevoir hid her face in her hands as she sat paralyzed in embarrassment.
After a rather… awkward morning that spared no time for either Tommy or Gardevoir to discuss what had happened the night before, the home invasion all but forgotten at this point. She hurriedly cooked him something he could take with him on the way to school while he took a quick shower to wash her fluids and scent off of him.
Thankfully, Tommy wasn’t reluctant enough to not hug her on his way out, but that just confirmed for her that he was only able to wash the slimy mess off, not her scent.
“B-Bye Gardevoir!” As he raced down the path and passed the gate, Gardevoir waved the young boy off. He stopped one last time to look back at her and blush before running down the road towards school.
Smiling as sweetly as she could until she could no longer see him, Gardevoir went back into the house and as soon as she closed the door collapsed into a seated position with her back against the door and her face in her knees as her face erupted into vibrant crimson! “H-He went to school… smelling like… like… my…” Squealing again similar to how she had after waking up but far more joyously, she rubbed a hand over her seamlessly hidden sex and recalled how comfortable it was to keep the youngster inside of her.
After calming down again, she resumed her role as a homemaker. There was no obvious point of entry or sign of damage from the home intruder from the night before, and without a single trace of him left behind, there was little reason to contact the authorities. She had protected her home in place of the police. So, once she had gone through her usual routine, Gardevoir went into Tommy’s room to straighten it back out. His soaked and stained pajamas hanging over the edge of his laundry basket, she decided to do a special load of laundry just for them.
Despite the unusual start, the day passed like any other, with her going to purchase groceries for dinner and picking up the phone just as Tommy’s parents called to say they couldn’t make it home again. But that was just a normal day for the motherly Pokémon. By the time Tommy was due to come back home, she was pulling his pajamas off the clothesline in the backyard and gave them a quick sniff. “Oh my, it seems I forgot to use detergent when I washed these. Now my scent is clinging to Tommy’s pajamas.”
Giggling at her ‘forgetfulness’ she heard the front door open, but unlike usual the boy returning home didn’t call out for either his parents or her. Teleporting herself to the front door, she saw him putting his shoes in the shoe rack like a responsible boy and smiled at him. “Gardevoir.” Holding out her arms to welcome him back, she advanced towards him, but Tommy ducked under her arms and ran into his room without a word.
“T-Tommy?” She could sense the whirling mass of uncertainty and confusion brewing in him, not only had he not come to terms with what had happened, his feelings were more intense than they were in the morning. Going up to his door, she wanted to be by his side more than anything right now, but he clearly wasn’t ready. “No… No, Tommy. Please.” Placing a hand on his door, while she had also been thinking about what happened all day, even in her embarrassment she could only find the joy in it. But now, seeing how her most precious person had felt about it, she had only one wish. “Please, Tommy… d-don’t shut me out. Let me be by your side.” Deciding to give him a bit more time, Gardevoir finished preparing the dinner she had been cooking.
When she knocked on his door, she felt his panic spike for a moment. “Ah… I-I’ll be out in a minute!” As much as she wanted to open his door, she stopped herself.
“Does Tommy… not trust me anymore?” Just the thought alone nearly broke her heart, but it would be understandable if he did. “Without his consent I shrunk him and… and…” She could still clearly remember the sensation of him curled up inside of her. “There’s no excuse for what I did. Even if it was an emergency, that was clearly going too far..”
After a few minutes, Tommy did come out of his room to eat, but he barely said anything to her aside from thanking her for the meal and complimenting its taste. He then immediately went back to his room and closed the door. Accepting that he didn’t want to be around her currently, Gardevoir cleaned up the dishes and then went up to her room. Tommy was able to wash up, brush his teeth and get ready for bed on his own, he still had school in the morning.
Once she sensed him enter his bedroom to go to sleep, Gardevoir focused on her self-reflective thoughts. “I’m… I’m a bad girl… I took advantage of Tommy… and now he’s avoiding me. He hates me.” Tears welling up in her eyes, she remembered the years she had spent with him, playing with, nurturing and raising him. He trusted her implicitly, and yet in a single night… with just one bad decision, she ruined it all. “Tommy… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
It was extremely quiet and subdued, but Gardevoir’s head perked up when the sound of knuckles on her door whispered through the room. Looking towards the door as it slowly opened, wearing the pajamas that still strongly smelt of her sex and blushing intensely, Tommy poked his head into her room. “U-Uh… G-Gardevoir? A-A-Are you s-still awake?”
Sitting up, Gardevoir turned on the light. “Vior, gardevoir.” His confusion not having subsided at all, she was just happy when he came into her room and closed the door behind him. She could tell he was holding something behind his back, and though it smelled delicious, she couldn’t place what it was.
“S-Sorry I was in my r-room all night… I wanted to m-make you th-this.” Walking over to the Embrace Pokémon, he held out a small bowl of Berries cut and fashioned in the shape of little people. However, these were just any Berries, each tiny simulacrum was made from a mix of Petaya, Pomeg and Hondew Berries! Not a lot of creatures like them for their predominantly bitter flavor, but they were Gardevoir’s favorites. “Th-Thank you so much… for coming to s-save me last night!” Handing the bowl to her, he wrapped his arms around her thin waist.
“Voir?” Looking at the gift he prepared for her, it took Gardevoir a moment to process. “Thanking me? S-So Tommy wasn’t avoiding me because he hated me? He was just making me a gift!” Setting the bowl down on the nightstand next to her bed, she rubbed his back in return. “Gar, Gardevoir!” After a few moments, Tommy got up from her lap, but rather than go to return to his room, he grabbed the hem of his pajama shirt and stared down at the floor. “Hmm? Tommy?” Reaching out towards him, the nervousness and reluctance enveloping the bit of courage he was trying to muster wasn’t fear exactly, but something else.
“Um! G-Gardevoir?” Even with only a speck of courage fighting back against a storm of doubt and hesitation, he took a deep breath. “C-Could I sleep with you tonight?” He was trembling slightly and gave her the best Lillipup Baby-Doll Eyes. “I d-don’t want to be al-lone if someone s-sneaks into my room again…”
Just happy that the young boy wasn’t upset with her, Gardevoir smiled at him and nodded. Scooching up the bed further, she patted the mattress next to her. “Garde.” If anything, this was the best reward he could have given her.
“O-Oh…” There was a disappointment in his voice as he looked to her bed. “I thought you’d put me in your ‘special bed’ again…”
“Tommy!?” Gasping in surprise by the statement, the look in his eyes told her that not only did he not mind what she had done to him at all, but that he hadn’t stopped thinking about it all day. He wasn’t nervous to be around her or scared of her psychic power, he was more afraid that she'd reject him! “Gar-Gardevoir!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she picked him up in a field of psychic energy and in the blink of an eye the glowing pink bubble was small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. Swinging her legs up onto the bed, Tommy, shrunken once again, appeared as the sphere holding him faded and she smiled gently down at him. “Tommy. My sweet, kind Tommy.”
Bringing him down to her smooth crotch, she rubbed him against her soft flesh until a seamed between the lips of her sex. Moaning as he didn’t just allow her to slide him inside again but instead massage the delicate skin and lick as the sweet nectar it secreted, Gardevoir was content to just hold him at the entrance of her warm, tight tunnel. After all, she hadn’t thought to prepare him an after dinner snack, so he could enjoy her flesh all he wanted.
Speaking of snacks, the bowl of Berri people was sitting on her nightstand, and the aroma had her salivating almost as much as her lower mouth was. Thankfully, she could easily divert the negligible amount of concentration it took to carry one up to her mouth. “Tiny people… Is that all Tommy could think about all day? Tiny humans entering my mouth and being sent down to my belly?” Licking her lips, she giggled as she animated the edible facsimile of a person trying to escape while bringing it into her mouth. Squealing in delight as the perfectly balanced spiciness distinct of the Petaya and Pomeg Berries mixed with the dryness of the Hondew to flavor the bitter taste all three were characterized by, Gardevoir couldn’t believe Tommy was able to match the flavors of the three so well. Quickly chewing and swallowing the fruity fetish, she brought another to her mouth and had this one dive straight in, like it was begging to be eaten. It was delicious!
Gardevoir continued to play with her food while Tommy played with her. Anytime he wanted to sleep with her again, she’d be happy to accommodate him.
“Oh Tommy. My ‘bed’ will always be warmed up for you.”