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God's Chosen	By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 4052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chosen
- 2-Acclimating
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Gardevoir sat cross-legged, hovering a few inches above a circular flat stone, his back straight, and his mind empty. At least that's what he strove for, but clearing his thoughts seemed strangely difficult today. Something tugging at his mental awareness. Few other pokemon came to this part of the forest, filled with dense ensnaring foliage armed with thorns, and little water or food to show for the effort. He'd never heard of humans coming here.
So why did he keep expecting to see one walk into his clearing any moment? He would sense even a human's weak psychic potential far before they could surprise him. Except- Gardevoir growled in annoyance. He couldn't ever remember being so off balance.
Bushes on the far side of the clearing to his left rustled, and a mental presence exploded into his awareness, impossibly strong, and even more unsettling, vaguely human. Gardevoir floated to his feet in an instant, pale gown billowing around him, rippling from his gathered psychic energy. No pokemon threatened him, no human either, but something created that psychic brilliance. He waited, ready to level the surrounding forest.
A human girl stepped from the brush, casually pressing aside willowy branches with a machete. She wore a short black skirt and dark purple shirt that hugged her slender body, clothing untouched by the forest. Long black hair hung almost to her waist without so much as a kink or stray wisp out of place.
She grinned, her smile too wide for her narrow face, too eager. "Hello Gardevoir. I was looking for you."
A shiver ran through him, threatening his control of the storm of energy he controlled from its center, waiting to make his will reality. He almost struck her down without a further word, but the faintest shadow in his mental awareness moved behind him, and Gardevoir spun.
Zoroark bared his fangs in a passionless mockery of a smile. "You will join my mistress." His eyes glittered with cold blue malevolence.
Gardevoir laughed. This pup's type advantage didn't matter. Dark types weren't immune to having four tons of tree thrown at them.
"I don't think so," Gardevoir snarled. Psychic power flared around him, a soft periwinkle glow illuminating the entire clearing, but before he could lash out at Zoroark and his foolish human trainer, something immense slammed between him and the psychic energy he controlled. The severance snapped between his temples, leaving him dazed, mind ringing as if struck directly.
Gardevoir only dropped a few inches, but the shock buckled knees unfamiliar with supporting his weight. He slumped atop his small stone pedastal. Pressure crushed his psychic awareness to nothing, completely cutting off his mental abilities, something he couldn't do to the weakest Ralts. The human girl's twinkling laugh haunted him. He jerkily turned to face her.
"My name is Dava," the human said, approaching at an easy gait. "This is Min." She pointed towards Zoroark with the machete. Her large green eyes held an intensity to match her zealous tone. "You've been chosen to help bring God's will to this world."
The human girl, Dava, reached into the sack slung about her shoulder and pulled out a small red and white sphere. "Welcome, my dear Vasi." She held the pokeball out to him.
Gardevoir shook, desperately attempting to reach past a seemingly endless void for the power he knew lay just beyond, power he had refined and studied every day of his life, more familiar to him than his own body. Now it betrayed him. Gardevoir growled. "I won't join you."
Dava giggled. "You can't deny God. Do not be afraid. You will receive the rewards of His love." She stepped closer. "And mine. I promise."
Gardevoir knew touching the small button on the front of that sphere would bind him immutably to this insane girl. Part of him already knew he had no choice. The machete bounced playfully in her grip, sap and flecks of green glistening on its use-blunted blade. Zoroark also closed in behind him, and without his psychic powers, he couldn't defend himself from either.
Dava hopped up onto his small stone alter, and for a second he saw her raise the blade to cut him down. He didn't flinch, didn't move away, but Dava merely placed the tool carefully down at Gardevoir's side. She knelt and stroked his cheek fondly. At that he did twitch back in fear.
"Accept your new path. There is no use in resisting, no reason to make this harder or yourself." Her soft fingers cupped Gardevoir's chin, pulling his face close to hers. "In time you will understand, Vasi. You will love me as I love you. Together we will be the instruments of God's desire." Dava closed her eyes and kissed Gardevoir, her full lips finding his, hand curling around the back of his neck to hold him close.
Vasi trembled, already accepting his new name. He remained otherwise still, unsure of what to do, letting his mistress kiss him, her silky tongue teasing between his lips, into his mouth to test the sharp ridge of his tiny fangs. She bit his lip gently before pulling away, still smiling broadly and leaving him breathless.
"Together, we will bring God's light to every last shadow of evil." Dava held out the pokeball once more, the small button beckoning with its dim pulsing light. "Travel willingly down your new path," she whispered.
Vasi, once the most powerful psychic type in the entire forest, squeezed his eyes shut and reached for the small device. A brilliant red light consumed him.
When Gardevoir – Vasi now – returned to the world, night had fallen. A small fire crackled at the center of a clearing he knew of. A ring of the tall grasses were cleared away from the fire pit, one of the few places in this tangled area of the forest one could make a fire without risking an inferno. They weren't far from where Dava captured him. Firelight danced in the human girl's eyes, focused on him.
Dava's voice felt like a velvet caress, soft, inviting. "I wanted to properly welcome you to my team, Vasi." She cupped his face in gentle but firm fingers, and once more brought her lips to his. Her ferocity stunned him, still unfamiliar with this human gesture, but the raw passion of it transcended species.
Vasi placed his hands on her torso, more out of an instinct to steady himself than to return her affection, but she took it as an invitation to step closer, her chest pressing against his red fin. His lips remained still while her tongue forced between them, feeling like she tried to suck the breath from his lungs. The tickle of psychic energy swirled, waiting for him to grasp it, but did he dare? She stopped him so easily before.
A hand slipped between the fold of his dress, feeling along his smooth belly. Vasi gasped. "What are you-?" A shiver quieted him, Dava's hand searching, a finger running the length of the small slit between his legs.
"Hush." Dava retraced the minute dip of Vasi's pelvis, her finger pressing lightly, testing the soft, warm flesh, smooth and delicate.
"You shouldn't touch-" He whined, leaning more heavily into his new mistress. When his body resisted, her hand lwoered to the small ridge between his thighs just below his slit, massaging him, driving an electric pleasure up through his stomach, blossoming in his chest behind his now imperceptibly glowing fin. "Don't-"
Dava cut off his protest with another kiss, her fingers circling and prodding, her tongue finding his. Vasi couldn't help himself, couldn't control instinct, and his growing arousal emerged into her waiting palm. Delicate fingers wrapped around him, grasping just tight enough to squeeze a quiet moan from his lips into her eager mouth.
"Doesn't that feel better?" Dava explored his tapered length, the dexterous tip curving to hook around one of her fingers. She giggled. "My, aren't you going to be fun."
A pale green flush colored Vasi's cheeks. With his meditation and training, he never had time for females, a distraction from the power he lusted after. Now, her brief attention carried all that away, leaving him ready to surrender to her desires and the fingers teasing across his completely exposed length.
Dava squeezed playfully. "How do you want me, my love? My mouth?" She emphasized this by kissing him again, suckling his bottom lip, flicking her tongue against his. "Or are you ready to claim me as yours." Dava stepped closer and slipped Vasi beneath the hem of her short black skirt, until his tip twitched up to taste her lips.
Lust clouded Vasi's thoughts, a powerful base desire he had little experience controlling. He could feel the heat of her body, a slick damp between her legs, her hips pressing towards him. His tiny claws bit through her thin shirt, pricking at her ribs, but she didn't seem to care. However, even distracted as he was, Vasi couldn't help but notice the heated glare Dava's Zoroark, Min, held on him, fangs bared. Dava's finger released his length, which instinctively searched upwards for her entrance.
Vasi whimpered, knowing he didn't have the strength to stop himself from continuing regardless. "Min-"
"Doesn't like to share, but he'll get over it." Dava rolled her hips encouragingly. "I'll make it up to him later. Now why don't you take from me what you deserve."
His blush deepened. Pokemon were sometimes rather forward, but even then usually not like this. The heat between her legs begged for him, his tip catching on her tight opening, already slick, waiting for him.
"I know you want me." Dava reached around and cupped Vasi's small butt through his dress, guiding, pulling his prehensile cock into her. The first inch of his tapered length easily parted her, his hands clenching into fists at the wonderful heat, his eyes squeezed shut.
Dava's low voice teased. "Don't tell me you've never done this before." Her fingers squeezed at his butt, causing his hips to jerk and force him deeper. "You don't have to hold back. You may enjoy my body as you wish, dear Vasi." She fluttered light kisses along his jaw, his chin, before finally claiming his lips once more, a hand running up the back of his neck to hold him tight, the other still encouraging his rump.
It felt too good. Vasi's once imperturbable mind scrambled, her lips, fingers, and her crushing tight sex all sent disparate shocks of pleasure through him, some subtle, some thought-scouringly clear. He whimpered, unsure of what to do, but he finally returned Dava's hug, now only partially to help keep his feet.
Dava grew impatient, and her grip on his butt tightened. Vasi's cock stretched her, his width increasing quickly the deeper he sank, his flesh glassy smooth and slicked by her near dripping pussy. The feel of moving through her insides, forcing her to accept his size, the thought of releasing his seed deep in her womb overcame the nervous, rational part of him. Her body spoke to a far more primitive being she had awoken, one that knew what it wanted.
Vasi shuffled forward for a better angle and truly thrust into her for the first time. A satisfied grunt forced Dava to break her kiss, her eyes considering, hungry.
"You can be rough with me. I won't break." Dava darted into the crook of his ghostly white neck, biting him on the throat, playful but hard.
The sharp cut of pain and the thrill of her teeth so close to his delicate neck set something loose within Vasi. He groaned and leaned into her, forcing himself between her legs, letting her clenching sex push him out, then stabbed deeper. Dava's panting breath misted his neck, her fingernails sharp against his back.
If perfection had a feeling, Vasi was gifted a hint of it. His pelvis slapped wetly against hers, the thick base of his cock spreading her lips wide, his tip tickling at the utmost depths of her sex, the very entrance to her womb, walls quivering, begging for his release, and Vasi could no longer deny her.
He drove two more full strokes, drawing over half of his length from her to desperately drive back in, then his hands held her shapely butt, holding himself fully within her. He filled her, his tip searching until it found the tiny innermost barrier, trying to worm into her womb itself.
Dava gasped, her body growing rigid in his arms but in that moment he didn't care. A long pent up flood burst from him, bliss turning his muscles weak but he held, emptying his seed deep into Dava's shaking body, forcing her to accept jet after heavy jet of thick cum. Vasi growled, his claws penetrating soft cotton and tender flesh with the same ease, ensuring she took all of him despite how the immense pressure of her sex tried to deny it.
Her fingernails clawed his back, her teeth in his shoulder, the dull inconsequential pain slowly bringing Vasi back to reality. His cock twitched inside her, writhing in its own overwhelmed pleasure. Vasi withdrew. Dava whimpered quietly.
"God's light." She spoken between ragged, shaking breaths. "I've never felt something move like that." Dava bit her lip, eyes bright. She rubbed her cheek against his, her chest arching awkwardly against his glowing red fin.
From the corner of his eye, Vasi saw Min approaching, not quick, not to launch a blindside attack, but the dark glint in his eyes made Vasi take a regretful step away from Dava, readying himself just in case. Firelight glistened between Dava's legs where his cum trailed down the inside of her smooth thighs, a few thin rivulets already past her knees and growing thicker.
Dava didn't look at all ashamed. She smiled at Min. "Tired of watching, my love?"
Min glared, a low dangerous growl rumbling from his lithe gray chest. "Mistress should have let me break you. You aren't worthy." He snarled, snapping his fangs at Vasi.
"Be nice to our new friend. I remember you weren't so devote when we first met, either." The fondness with which Dava's hand trailed across Min's belly while the other cupped his chin made Vasi envious. "Now why don't you show this pup what it means to breed his mistress."
Dava kissed the tip of Min's snout, their mouths not as compatible as her and Vasi's, but with no chest fin to interfere, their bodies twined intimately together, not a space between them. Min growled hungrily and threw Dava to the thick bed of grass below. She struck with a grunt.
Vasi gaped, his body instinctively tensing for a fight, but Dava grinned, her eyes wide with hunger, not anger, and both of them appeared suddenly ignorant of Vasi's continued existence.
Dava turned over onto hands and knees, reaching to draw her black skirt up onto her back, leaving her petite pale rump to glow in the firelight, her thighs painted by Vasi's heavy release. Min fell upon her with the intensity he would a wounded Deerling.
Min's claws gripped her shoulder, pressing her face into the grass leaving her hips high, back arched, presenting. Blood red claws let Min anchor his feet in the soft ground, line his hips up, then drive himself into Dava's leaking pussy. A lewd squelching accompanied Min's furious onslaught, his hips crashing against hers, sending tremors through the small human's delicate frame, unable to pull away or shift with his movement, forcing her body to accept the full impact of Min's savage thrusts.
Dava didn't make the cute tender sounds she made with Vasi. Min battered the air from her lungs, each grunt and whine enduring. Dava suffered him, barely from the sound of it. Her fingers tore at the grass, even her teeth biting the long green stalks.
The wet meaty slap of Min's assault slowed, and he clearly had to force some of his strokes into Dava, the particularly brutal thrusts forcing a soft cry from her lips, muffled by the ground. Min roared, burying himself in Dava and announcing it to the darkness around them, the savage noise echoing through the clearing. Min bent low and sank his fangs into the soft flesh of Dava's shoulder, her entire body tensing, growing as still as Min's small grinding movements allowed.
Vasi stood awkwardly only a few feet away, watching the suddenly motionless pair. He felt he should check if Dava was okay but hesitated. Min still held Dava's shoulder in his jaws.
He took a step forward and froze, Min's predatory attention snapping towards him, fangs tearing apart the shoulder of her dark purple shirt, fangs bared and bloody, a very dangerous noise rumbling from his chest that Vasi felt more than heard. Satisfied Vasi wouldn't interfere, Min lowered himself to lick tenderly along Dava's neck, but the human didn't move beyond taking quick shallow breaths. Min's black tuft of fur obscured the damage he caused to her once perfect skin.
They remained locked at the hips for a long time, Min resting atop Dava's crumpled body, her knees the only thing holding her up. Min growled something quiet in Dava's ear, and she nodded, the first movement Vasi noticed from her in that time. Min's hips shifted, pulling, a soft whine from Dava preceding a wet pop. Cum poured from her abused sex, audibly splashing on the ground below, further drenching her thighs.
Vasi couldn't help but stare at Min's sex-glossed length, his massive knot too big to fit Dava's petite body, and he didn't lack for length either, his tip still dripping their combined fluids. Min withdrew from her back, settling into the grass beside her and beginning to groom himself. Dava simply tipped over onto her side, cum now oozing across the back of her thigh, her arms hugged across her belly, back to Vasi.
Blood stained her shoulder, and while Min shot a glare at Vasi, the Zoroark didn't warn him away. Vasi knelt at Dava's back.
Vasi kept his voice low. "A-Are you okay?"
Dava moved slowly, rolling over to look up at him, her cheeks tear-stained, but she grinned weakly. "Already concerned for me?" She chuckled. "I told you I will not break." She reached a trembling hand up to cup Vasi's cheek. Her fingers curled behind his neck, drawing him down into her shoulder, the shirt hanging in tatters to reveal pale skin beneath. "God's hand shelters me from all things."
The sharp metallic taste of blood filled Vasi's mouth, the scent burning his nose, his tongue gently cleaning her unbroken skin, a few smears of blood the only evidence of Min's bite. Vasi didn't know much about humans, but not even pokemon healed like this. Her fingers stroked the back of his green hair.
Dava's voice faded, mumbling a few of her words. "Watching another have me always gets Min riled up." Her finger slipped towards Vasi's chest, teasing along the ridge of his chest fin. "My pleasures are yours if you wish to take them. You don't have to ask. I am always yours, my Vasi."
Something primal stirred within Vasi's gut, not just lust but the truth in this strange human's words. He had never felt such conviction from any living being. That took a strength of mind few could ever hope to posses, a strength he tried to achieve his entire life, and that beyond anything captivated him. But even that strength couldn't make him look past her delicate human body, her clear exhaustion, the way her other hand still cradled her belly.
Vasi finished cleaning her shoulder, then licked at her collar, up the impossibly soft skin of her throat, so willingly offered. He continued until Dava's eyes drifted shut, and her breaths slowed to easy restful sighs. A shadow fell across Vasi.
Min smiled derisively, crouched on all fours, ready to pounce. "You may leave now, little pup. I will watch over our mistress this night."
Vasi stared back into those icy blue eyes, gleaming with metallic light despite the darkness. He could fight this Zoroark probably, maybe, but not without waking Dava. He glanced down at her, peaceful and unaware, the faint hint of a contented smile curling her lips. Vasi slunk a small distance away, moving to where the coals of the fire still smolder and huddled by himself, trying to ignore Min's taunting, triumphant grin.
Min curled up alongside Dava, resting his head atop her chest, hugging her to his side. Even in sleep Dava's small hand slowly reached for Min's paw, fingers grasping one of his great claws.
Sleep didn't come so easily to Vasi. He stared up at the twinkling stars for a long time.
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