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Gardefaggot's Beach Date (1/2)
A human walked along the beach at dusk with a Gardevoir he had been dating for a couple months. Just “a Gardevoir”, not “his Gardevoir”. He met her at work and quickly became enamored. He had always had a thing for her species.
Things were going well between them. When she spoke, he could usually understand her almost as clearly as if she was speaking human language. Not quite, but almost. And she was an older Gardevoir with well developed psychic abilities. When she concentrated really hard, she was able to telepathically transmit a short sentence worth of words into his mind. The two of them predicted they would be able to communicate unimpeded within another month or two.
The human walked by her side, just looking at her against the backdrop of the setting sun. Her skin-gown flowed in the wind. The spikes of her mask fluttered lightly. She looked so beautiful. Literally inhumanly beautiful. Like something not of this world. She…
She was staring at something intently. She started to veer towards it, moving closer to the shoreline. The human looked to see what had caught her interest. It was a Kingler arm. What was so interesting about a Kingler arm?
The Gardevoir picked it up. She turned it back and forth, opened and closed its claw, thoroughly inspecting it. The human grew more confused. What was she doing with it? She moved her hair to the side and put the claw up to her flat Gardevoir nose, sniffing at it.
No, she wouldn’t…would she?
She snapped the shell open, psychokinetically took out a chunk of the slimy, squishy meat, floated it up to her mouth…and ate it.
“OH! Gardevoir, that’s repulsive!”
The human couldn’t help but react in disgust. The Gardevoir just laughed at him, apparently amused by his delicate human sensibilities.
