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Slowly, you begin to regain conciseness. The first thing you recall is chasing a Pokemon through the woods. The details are blurry as you awaken, but you remember the Pokemon laughing and acting like it was some kind of game, and for some reason, you really wanted to give chase. Was it something rare? You groan and fail to open your eyes, instead trying to think through the pain in your head. You must have face planted pretty hard into something. Then, you take a breath as the pain in your head starts residing unnaturally quickly. It is as if you are being enveloped in a blanket of healing. You wonder if this is how Pokemon feel when they arrive at the Pokemon Center. The pain in your head isn't the only thing to fade, all your cuts and bruises seem to mend and you feel more refreshed than a nights sleep typically accomplishes. Taking a breath of the humid summer air, you open your eyes. Then you close them again, not believing what you just saw. Perhaps you hit your head harder than you thought.

You open your eyes again, and it-- no, she-- is still there. Her bright blue eyes stare into yours, playful mischief apparent in them, but also concern and an intelligence that is far different to your own. Her pink fur seems to almost glisten in the sunlight, and her almost cat-like muzzle is so close to your face that you can smell her. She smells like adventure and nostalgia, like going outside and swimming in a lake of fresh water, like the woods themselves but stronger and sweeter. Behind her adorable face is a tail with a large end that is swinging back and forth with abandon, and you notice that she can't seem to float exactly in one place, instead drifting one way are another before correcting, almost like a little dance.

"Mew?" She inquires, concern apparent in her voice, which is somehow melodic and seems as if to echo around you, just... without the echo. Then, she starts laughing. Her giggle is infectious, and you find yourself smiling just by hearing it and seeing the cute way the puts her little hands up to her mouth and floats about. Here you are, in the presence of a Mew, and she is no longer running away! Perhaps she feels guilty about being the indirect cause of your fall, or perhaps she is just humoring you, but you aren't going to take this for granted, you reach into your pants to grab your pokedex...

You reach into... into...

Where are your pants?

"Mew," you ask, "where are my pants?"

For some reason, Mew seems to find this question to be hilarious, and her laughs increase, as does her erratic floating around. For a moment, you are worried she might slam herself into a tree, but it seems that even without her eyes open, Mew is the picture of grace. She then goes up into a tree and comes back out holding something in front of you. The look in her eyes is one of a being who knows they are playing a mischief, and knows they can get away with it.

"Mew," you ask again, as she seems to enjoy your banter and you don't want her to run away, "why are you holding my pants hostage?"

Once again, this seems to thrill the floating pink cat to no end. Still giggling, she floats down to you, holding your clothing just out of reach. Then, she teleports in front of your face, bops you on the noise, and starts floating away, still holding the pants. She places them on her tail and they hang there, blowing in the wind as she moves away. What are you supposed to do? As your feet start to remove themselves from the ground, you realize something: you feel very light. Light enough, almost, to float like Mew is. Indeed, you CAN float like Mew! You can fly! How? But Mew doesn't give you a chance to think about it, instead you are forced to use your newly gifted power of flight to chase the pink bundle of energy. Mew is not going fast, which is good because nether are you.

She floats backwards, looking at you as you try to follow her, her smile ever present. How can you be mad at that smile? Instead, you find yourself laughing as well, and the both of you end up playing a (rather unfair) game of keep away. This goes on for a few minutes, when at last Mew lets you catch her. It seemed rude to grab her by the tail, so instead you just grab your pants and pull. Sadly, this means that your pants, which have not been gifted the power of flight, fall down into the woods. You watch in horror as they vanish into the trees.

"Mew, what am I supposed to do without my pants?" You complain, looking at the hyperactive floating epitome of cuteness. She smiles, but there is something different in her eyes now, still playful but in a different way that you can't put your finger on. At least, not until she faces you, rolling over with her tail going between her legs, and then slowly removes her tail to reveal her furry pink folds, which you notice now are slightly wet. Aside from the fur and the size, it looks very similar to a human vagina, and you find the fact that you no longer have pants to suddenly become more relevant. On the one hand, you are getting a boner for a Pokemon, a mythical Pokemon at that. On the other hand, you now recognize that look in her eyes. It shouldn't come as a surprise, Mews are known to be playful, and they are said to be responsible to the entire Pokemon race. That would take a lot of "playfulness" indeed.

Mew tilts her fuzzy head, as if to indicate that she is waiting on you to make a move. Your dick is very ready, but you decide to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tease this mythical creature, and instead float over to her and envelope her fold in your mouth, sticking your tongue into her tight kitty tunnel and using it to feel around the insides of this adorable Mew.

Her taste is wonderful, like berries or candy, and the sounds she is making, little mewls of pleasure, caress your ears even as you caress her wet privates, finding her hymen and digging in deeper, determined to bring her to the edge with just you mouth. She starts making slight humps into you, and she positions herself where her small hands can touch the back of your head. She is so soft that you wonder if it is supernatural. You find her inner labia and move your tongue just under it, reaching Mew's clitoris. Aside from being smaller, her anatomy seems very similar to that of a human's. "Meeeew!" Her voice seems to go up and down in pitch and tone, almost like a little song, and the playful kitty starts thrusting as you tease the most sensitive part of her. Her eager movements force you deeper in and out of her, and you gulp down some of her juices and feel her insides gripping your exploring muscle as she gets closer. With one last loud mewl followed by three more desperate thrusts, Mew climaxes. You lap up as much as her Pokemon juices as you can, but as you pull back she sprays some more into your now messy face. Mew looks at you, and you can see her breathing is faster than it was before. You must look silly with the results of her pleasure on your face, because she once again starts giggling, the sound like music to your ears. You just ate out a mythical Pokemon, that isn't something most people can say for themselves in their entire lives!

And the fun isn't over, as Mew then flips you through the air (it is a good thing you don't seem to get dizzy as easy with whatever flight powers she is granting you) and then stops your rotation with her tail. You can feel Mew's breath on your cock, and with very little warning she takes you into you heavenly little mouth. For such a playful creature, she wastes no time on foreplay, instead you find yourself being treated to a blowjob better than what you knew was possible.

The adorable Pokemon uses her ability of flight to position herself differently with each movement, so her tongue rubs against a different part of your needy dick each time. A part of you notes that her tongue is soft, not rough like you might have expected from a cat-like Pokemon. It is difficult to concentrate on such things while she is engulfing you with said softness, however. You look (down?) at her, and blue orbs look back up at you, a smile on her muzzle. Somehow, even with your dick in her mouth, she radiates innocence, and her cute little moans complete the picture. As much as you want to enjoy this forever, you aren't going to be able to hold out much longer, the sight of her sucking your cock, the sounds of her mewling, her innocent eyes, and the feeling of her skilled mouth hitting each and every point of pleasure is too much. You watch Mew's reaction as you cum into her precious mouth. The mythical Pokemon swallows it, and you find yourself being overstimulated by the feelings of her gulping down your seed with you still inside her.

After what is probably a mere moment but feels like minutes, you suddenly find your dick no longer in her mouth, as instead of removing herself properly, she teleports in front of your face and gives you a kiss. Your human lips met Mew's Pokemon mouth and you find yourself being french kissed by a mythical Pokemon, while still floating miles above the ground. She holds the kiss for almost an entire minute, and you can feel what you think might be a purr coming from her. That, or it is just the way she is breathing, there is so much you don't know about her.

Mew breaks the kiss, then looks down into the jungle that your pants fell into. "Mew!" She says, and gestures for you to follow her down. You don't have much hope of finding your pants in that mess of woods, but you aren't going to say no to Mew, so you float back down with her.

It actually only takes a few minutes to find your pants, and as the fluffy pink Pokemon hands them back to you, you find yourself frowning. Mew floats you down to the ground, and the lightness you've felt up until now vanishes, leaving you grounded again.

"Will I ever see you again?" It isn't really fair of you to ask that. After all, you've gotten more time with Mew today than anyone might have in centuries! (Or, it occurs to you-- perhaps she does this all the time. It isn't like anyone would believe you if you told them you were intimate with Mew, not that you would want to tell them that anyway).

Mew seems to hesitate for a moment, then makes a gesture that you take to be the equivalent of a shrug. You sigh, but instead of turning to fly away, she floats over to you and flips around the same way she did in the sky, exposing herself to you once more. Sadly, you are still recovering from the last round. Mew seems to notice this, and flies up to look you in the eyes, her own eyes glowing for a moment. You feel a heat spreading across your body, and suddenly you are stiff again, stiff and more aroused than you've felt before in your life.

Mew goes to flip herself over again, but instead you grab her with both hands. The softness of her fur is not enough distraction to stop you, nor is her little "mewmwe?" of surprise. You line the ambrosial Pokemon up and slide yourself into her velvety folds. The heat and pressure are like gas to a flame, and you use your hands to move Mew up and down like a toy, holding unto her tightly enough that you can feel her chest raise and fall and her heart beat. but being sure not to squeeze her. The mewls she cries out are ones of pleasure, not pain, so you begin to go faster, pumping your hips even as you move her with your hands. The feeling is indescribable, her tight pussy seems to massage you in all the right places, the pressure being at that perfect point where it tight enough to squeeze you against her walls, but not tight enough to hurt.

Her tail curls underneath you, but you don't notice, the ecstasy of fucking this pink Pokemon silly being too distracting for even the softness of her tail to break. You don't notice her face, the face of a Pokemon who is being fucked hard, gain back that playful glint. You don't notice her open mouth become more of a grin. But you do notice when her tail touches your butt, and starts to press against it, and you really notice as that same tail begins to slide inside you even as you continue to thrust into her!

Your pleasure-addled brain tries to think of a polite way to tell this mythical Pokemon to please not put her tail up your ass, but you are far too late. A "eeep!" that is higher-pitched than you would like to admit escapes your lips Mew inserts her tail into you, immediately hitting your prostate and, to your shame, amplifying your pleasure. Desperate to for that not to be the thing that brings you over the edge, you start pumping into Mew with renewed vigor, the small cat Pokemon's cure cries bring you ever closer (along with her tail pushing in and out of you, but you are determined to ignore that). You can feel Mew's folds tighten around you as she reaches her second orgasm, and that (you tell yourself) is what truly brings you over the edge. Your dick launches a wave of semen into the elegant Pokemon, and she cries out loud enough to be heard around the jungle as she spills her juices on your dick and presses her tail farther into you.

Then, suddenly, she teleports in front of you again. It is a strange sensation, to have your anus be full and your dick warm one moment, and then the next moment be empty and cold. Mew gives you a little kiss on the cheek, then flies off, leaving you there with your pants on the ground, and not a single photo having been taken.

Months go by, and you don't spot Mew again, though you spend more than a few nights reliving you experience in detail. It is only upon waking up after one such night that you find something near your tent that you know was not there yesterday. It is round, and warm, and... it is a Pokemon egg.

It can't be? Can it?