	It's pitch black out in the town of Verdanturf. The springs have closed for the night, and the Contest Spectacular halls have gone silent. In the little town, inside of a small house, within a lone bedroom there's the shifting of movement. Young Pokemon trainer Wally is tossing and turning in his sleep, a boy born with a poor constitution he can have nights where he gets no proper rest. He's not the only one in the room however, his Gardevoir floats close by, keeping a protective watch over him. It was only a few weeks ago when they first met but they've become close, incomparably so.
	As the Gardevoir grew, it watched Wally. Seeing how he dealt with failures and learning to covet the smile he'd show whenever they both achieved something. And as time went on, that close knit bond... well the Gardevoir found itself wanting more. He wanted more. The thought alone caused some alarm in the Gardevoir, but he could never shake the idea completely out of his head. Wally just looked so cute, and he... Wally deserves to feel good doesn't he? All those alarms in the Gardevoir's head suddenly found themselves being drowned out, under a blanket of libido. Slowly, he drifted closer to his trainer and master, coming to the bed and lightly pulling the covers off of Wally and revealing Wally's pajamas, a sizable bulge poking through.
	Seeing that bulge poking through only spurred on the Pokemon, his hands drifting to it, one hand softly stroking along it. The faint sensations getting a response from the snoozing boy, blood pumping into it. Slowly the bulge turned harder and harder, before it began to raise into the air, something Gardevoir was quick to aid by slipping the length through the hole in the pajamas pants. Wally's cock is now on full display, the moonlight coming in from the window giving Gardevoir a nice detailed showing of it. A cock like that has no business being on such a small and frail boy as Wally, the length easily coming in to at least 7 inches, maybe a bit more.
	Those two soft hands belonging to the psychic Pokemon reach out and lightly grasp the rod, pulling a gasp out of Wally. One hand slides down to the young boy's sack, slowly brushing along it, while the other hand starts moving up and down. Every single time the hand hits Wally's base it squeezes around him, before moving back up and faintly caressing the head of his cock. And as the Gardevoir administers to Wally's cock the other hand moves further down the boy's sack, eventually going underneath it and tickling at his taint, the Pokemon's weighing the boy's sack in hand. Even though Wally is still deep inside of his sleep, pre begins to leak from him, lubing up the pumping hand belonging to his best friend. The lube makes it easier for the Gardevoir to slide his hand all over Wally's cock, soon there's a nice thin layer all over the now rock hard length. 
	Seeing his friend's tool so slick with its own fluid flicks a switch in the mind of the Gardevoir, the psychic-type levitating over the bed and descending slowly down on top of Wally. The hard rod slightly slaps at the behind of the Pokemon, nestling itself in between the cheeks of his rear. Reaching behind him, the Gardevoir slides his hand across Wally's cock one last time before steadying it, and shifting his own weight. Slowly he moves the tip of Wally's cock and presses it against his ring, the contact alone sending a shiver of pleasure through the Pokemon. As the pressure on the cock grows so too does the pressure pushing up into the Pokemon's ring before finally the tip pokes into him. With the tip already inside Gardevoir eases back into it, soon enough the tip is followed by the rest of the head, penetrating the lithe Pokemon.
	Deep inside of Wally's mind his subconscious can feel the pleasure but as for Wally himself, he's still deep inside of his own sleep, completely oblivious to his closest friend impaling themselves on his cock. And the impalement continues, the Pokemon quickly adjusting to the head, he slips more of Wally into him. Inch by inch travels inside of him, his own mind turning blank with pleasure. Normally he can feel and see so much with his mind alone, but the feeling of being so utterly filled numbs all of his honed psychic senses, his mind being overridden with pleasure. Until a light slap breaks him out of his self-induced pleasure trance, hes taken Wally to the hilt.
	The idea alone that he's taken all of his Master's cock would be satisfaction enough for Gardevoir, but he has to make Wally feel pleasure too. Reaching out with both hands, Gardevoir steadies himself above Wally, trying not to look at his cute Master's face, still gently asleep. The Pokemon raises his rear, and slides back down, and another cornucopia of colors and pleasures shoots through his mind. His arms already trembling, the Pokemon forces himself to continue the process, sliding until almost all of Wally is outside of him except for his head and then taking each inch back inside of him down to the hilt. Its a slow process not to wake Wally, but that only makes each thrust more sensitive than the last Soon enough even the nerves inside of Gardevoir are on edge, begging for release.
	The Pokemon's face has grown a deep shade of crimson, and its heavily panting out hot breaths of air, but still it moves up and down onto Wally's shaft determined to make the sleeping boy orgasm. No matter how softly he does it, the end of each thrust is ended with a sloppy thrust now, the boy's cock beginning to show more and more signs of its tipping point. And so does the Gardevoir, his arms shaking and struggling to support his body, the ability to levitate no longer an option but he still thrusts back up and down onto Wally, taking him deep inside of his tunnel every time. Eventually he can feel the rod thickening, almost growing inside of him, Wally's climax is near. This spurs on the Gardevor, giving him a second wind of energy, his thrusts along the young cock growing in pace. Soon he's picked up a fervent pace, creating a soft shlicking that echoes through the sleeping house. A snap goes off in the Pokemon's mind and he slams down onto his Master's crotch, just in time as Wally's orgasm hits.
	The large hard intrusion in Gardevoir's rear starts pumping and shaking. Each shake heralding the injection of his master's cum. One... Two... Three... Four... The orgasm never seems to stop, as wave after wave of ejaculate enters the Gardevoir's body. The warmth entering his rear travels along his entire nervous system, dunking the psychic-type into a warm lake of pleasure. But it all starts to taper off, and soon the erection starts dying down and slides out of the Pokemon with a prolonged lewd slurp. With shaky hands and legs, the Gardevoir pulls himself out of the bed and off of Wally. He slowly surveys his work, only one thought in mind. Where are the cleaning supplies?