Gardevoir held you out to her kids and pointed at you with her free hand, saying something in the Pokemon language. You just sat on her palm, curious what she was saying, and watching the Ralts and Kirlia for any hints as to what their mother meant. The younger Pokemon shied away, avoiding eye contact with you. But Kirlia perked up and grinned, and stared at you with wide red eyes. She nodded eagerly, while you cocked your head to the side.
“What’s going on?” you asked, glancing at Gardevoir.
The mother Pokemon simply let out a pleasant-sounding laugh, and nodded towards Kirlia. The young Pokemon immediately reached for you, and you gasped as you saw her white hands approaching. You were clasped tightly, with almost your whole body trapped in her grip, and then lifted off Gardevoir’s palm. You squirmed a bit, but stopped as Kirlia brought you to her smiling face.
“Um... hello,” you murmured.
Kirlia giggled cutely, and suddenly hugged you tight against her chest. Her embrace felt soft and warm... but also way too tight. You grunted and resumed squirming as she squeezed you.
“Wait!” you yelled, looking over your shoulder at the kneeling Gardevoir behind you. “What’s going on? You’re giving me to your daughter?”
The mother Pokemon nodded, and you gulped. “Why?” you asked. “Do you want me to be her playmate? Or... her toy?”
Gardevoir nodded again. You realized her reply didn’t actually answer your question. Which option was she confirming?
You had no chance to clarify, since Kirlia abruptly turned and began skipping deeper into the cave. You finally gave up on squirming, and just allowed her to hug you. It was uncomfortable, but she wasn’t really hurting you, so you got used to it. Also, you were a bit accustomed to the sort of bouncy motion her skipping caused, since Gardevoir had also skipped when she carried you through the forest.
Like mother, like daughter, you thought to yourself with a small smirk. Well, hopefully that means Kirlia will also copy Gardevoir’s friendliness. If I’m really her toy now, I just hope she doesn’t play rough...
After going through a short tunnel, lit by more white crystals, Kirlia turned into a small round cave. The roof was barely above her head, but it was big enough for her to move around in comfortably. This was likely her personal room. It was empty except for a neat pile of grass that probably acted as a bed, and a pile of random items like pine cones, leaves, and crystals gathered up along the far wall. There were fewer glowing crystals in the walls here, but still enough to see clearly.
Kirlia sat on the grass bed and brought you up to her face once more. She gazed at you with her big red eyes, and you couldn’t help but smile. She certainly was cute, but you still weren’t sure what she wanted with you.
Before Kirlia took you, Gardevoir had said something and offered you to both her daughters. Ralts declined, but Kirlia was very excited. Was Gardevoir offering you to them as a mere toy, or as a playmate?
Time to find out.
You cleared your throat and asked, “Hey, Kirlia, I was wondering... are you going to treat me like a toy?” Under your breath, you added, “I hope not...”
Kirlia grinned and replied...
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