Master's Favorite

Favorite Pokemon

She was Master's favorite.

Gardevoir knew Master's name but always thought of him as Master. Master became flustered whenever she psychically referred to him as Master. He told her not to call him that. He wanted her to call him by his name. He told her that he was her trainer and her friend, but not her master. Master could be very silly. Master was Gardevoir's Master. She would do anything for Master, so if Master wished Gardevoir to call him by his name, she would call Master that. She liked his name. Afterall, it was Master's name.

She was not Master's first pokemon. That was a treecko, who had since evolved into a sceptile. Gardevoir hated Sceptile. It was not better than her. Being Master's first did not matter. Gardevoir knew she was Master's favorite. That was what was really important.

She was one of Master's earliest pokemon. It was so long ago when he caught her. She was only a little ralts back then. Gardevoir remembered living with others like her. Not exactly like her; none of them became Master's favorite like her. More than that she was different. Where the other ralts were green, she was blue. Gardevoir had since learned that was because she was a "shiny" Gardevoir, and it was something she should be proud of. Back then she just thought she looked weird. That was until Master came.

Master fought her with the dumb treecko. It was amazing, and proof of Master's skill, that he defeated her with such a dumb pokemon. It hurt, and the pokeball was strange. Master took her to a pokemon center where another human made Ralts healthy again. Then Master took her and showed her to all of his friends and family. They were all impressed that Master caught such a rare and amazing pokemon. A pokemon worthy of Master.

Since then the two of them had many adventures. Master trained Gardevoir well. Under his care she became graceful and powerful. They proved it.

Under Master's direction there was nothing that she could not do. No contest where she did not shine. No tournament where she did not dominate. Under Master she simply won.

One day Master asked Gardevoir to do something new. Master asked to breed her. Gardevoir was strangely disappointed to learn that she was to breed with a ditto. Gardevoir was amazing, and her children could be just as special as she was. Of course Gardevoir consented. She would do anything for Master.

When the day of their appointment came, Master sat down with Gardevoir to go over the plan. First they would meet with the ditto and its trainer. When Gardevoir felt comfortable she and the ditto would be left alone for as long as they needed. Master emphasized that if at any point she wanted to stop, she just needed to tell him. They could walk away at any time.

Gardevoir was nervous. She should not be nervous, Master said it would be fine. It was irritating that her body was not as loyal to Master as she was.

Master held open the door for Gardevoir to step through. In the room were two couches facing each other with a small table between them. Sitting on one of the couches was a woman and a ditto. Beyond the couches was a bed.

A large bed.

Gardevoir froze at the sight of it. Master's hand squeezed her shoulder. Gardevoir looked up to Master. Silently his eyes asked her if she was okay. They could turn around and walk away. Master would not be angry, or disappointed in her. It would be fine. Placing her hand on Master's, Gardevoir smiled.

The ditto twisted its body and changed. It took the form of a big hand that waved to Gardevoir. Gardevoir giggled.

Together, Gardevoir and Master walked to the empty couch. Master sat across the table from the other trainer, and Gardevoir sat beside him.

The trainers began talking about inconsequential things. The ditto shifted into different funny shapes.

Tentatively, Gardevoir created a psychic link between herself and the ditto. The two got to know each other. Ditto was nice. It was cute how it was content and even happy to serve its inferior trainer.