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This story contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and is day #27's entry for Kinktober. Today's kink is Masturbation, and comes to you thanks to Bluetippedwolf! :3

Pleasures of Body and Mind

Across the campfire, Mewtwo sat and watched Riddle masturbate. Actually, he did more than watch. He plucked open the door of the wolf's mind, slipped inside, and alongside the trainer with whom he had travelled for more than a year the pokemon lived that experience.

Riddle's breath escaped him in ragged bursts as he stroked his erection, revelling in the warmth of the fire bathing his naked body. He had been spoiled by Mewtwo's presence, the pokemon's powerful psychokinetic abilities more than capable of telling long before anyone else got remotely close enough to catch him in any state of undress. Yet still, the fact of his nudity added to the wolf's excitement and arousal. His nakedness against the cool evening air and the crackling heat of the camp's fire was deliciously erotic, and that, combined with Mewtwo's gently glowing eyes settled upon his crotch, was more than enough to provide Riddle the fuel he needed to charge his masturbatory antics.

That being said, the lupine male still fantasised as he jerked himself, his paw moving up and down the upper half of his member in firm strokes, slickened by the pre-cum already glistening upon shaft and fingers alike. His blue tipped ears twitched in time with the flicking of his lush tail, and his bare feet pressed their toes down into the grassy earth as he closed his eyes, and together both he and Mewtwo shared in a combination of pure indulgent daydreaming and clear memories of times gone by.

Mewtwo shivered as he heard Riddle moan, and within the pokemon's mind he saw the images that were currently driving the wolf wild. A beautiful woman. One with whom the wolf had spent time in the past. He was younger, still fully grown but much less experienced than now. She was confident. She led him. Guided him. She touched him, and in whispers that set his heart afire just thinking about them even now, she begged Riddle to touch her too. To explore. To learn. To see how good he could make her body feel with his fingers alone, never mind what else was to come.

The memory changed. Riddle was stood behind a tree, in a forest of pine trees, the ground powdered with snow where the canopy above was thin enough to let it fall. His trousers were open at the front, cock exposed as he jerked off, while peering around the trunk against which he was leaning. His eyes were wide as he watched the other pokemon trainer, far too busy and with no psychic type to warn him of another's approach. The human male knelt beneath his Rapidash, heat radiating off the fire-type enough to turn the snow around them to steaming pools and render the male's dark skinned body glistening with perspiration. He stroked the pokemon stallion's erect cock, and licked at its vast length as his other hand tended to his own substantial... though still dwarfed by that of the pokemon, of course... arousal.

And then... not a memory this time, but a fantasy that had never happened. Mewtwo knew this for a fact, because the fantasy was of him.

He saw them sitting together by the fire as they did so often, Mewtwo learning from his trainer, experiencing emotions, feelings, desires by linking his mind to Riddle as the wolf indulged in his nightly masturbatory routine. Only, this time Mewtwo wasn't just sitting cross legged, shivering every now and then as he experienced the psychic backlash of the anthro male's mental pleasure. He was rising to his feet. He was circling around the fire, and placing one three-fingered hand upon Riddle's cheek to rouse the wolf from his masturbatory reverie.

Riddle whimpered and blushed as he looked up at his pokemon, and whispered softly, breathlessly...

"I don't want you to be lonely any more. Please, Mewtwo... you've let me teach you with my mind. Now, let me teach you with my body."

The fantasy sped up, and soon Riddle was lying across Mewtwo's prone figure. The wolf was kissing him, and Mewtwo was kissing the wolf back. Riddle was still rock hard, but he didn't try to make his erection's presence known, just leaving it resting against Mewtwo's body as they made out, hands grasping and tenderly caressing one another's gasping, flushed faces. Soft whimpers escaped the wolf, and he murmured the same tender words to the lonely, powerful pokemon over and over again.

"Oh... I love you, Mewtwo. I... I love you..."

Suddenly, everything went dark, and Mewtwo reeled slightly as he felt the wolf's mind close itself off suddenly and sharply. He could have forced his way through of course, no mortal mind could resist his influence, but... he didn't want to. He had never unwillingly entered Riddle's mind before, short of the very beginning of their first ever meeting, and would not break the wolf's trust by doing so now.

Thus, all he could do, unwilling even to enforce his telepathy upon the lupine trainer as his vision cleared and he looked across the fire to see Riddle looking ashamed and aghast, was act.

Clearly the fantasy Riddle had been experiencing was a private one. One that Mewtwo was definitely not meant to see. But he had. And now, Riddle was convinced that the pokemon was about to leave him. To judge him as just another selfish anthro putting his needs before a pokemon's own. He watched, and whimpered loudly as sure enough Mewtwo rose from where he was seated. He didn't just walk, but floated up into the air in a ball of his own psychic energy. Rather than flying away though, abandoning the unworthy wolf without so much as a word... he floated through the fire, the flames parting and crackling around the glowing blue orb, and landed directly in front of Riddle's humiliated, suddenly downcast stare.

A three fingered hand touched the wolf's cheek, and lifted his gaze from the earth.

Mewtwo felt Riddle's mind open to him again, just a crack, just enough for their thoughts to pass back and forth, and his mouth turned up in the barest flicker of a smile as he addressed the wolf.

'It's okay, Riddle.'

He nodded, and held the wolf's face firmly, forcing their eyes to remain locked upon one another.

'I felt what you want. I saw it. I heard it. And I know it to be true. Even after all the time we've spent together, my friend... you are my connection to these feelings. They only make sense in the context of your memories. Your dreams and wishes. But...'

Mewtwo paused, and his eyes dropped away from Riddle's own to peer down between the wolf's legs, to his now unattended but still hard, twitching cock.

'...but I want to understand them better. I want to be able to return them. I want to feel for you, as you feel for me. So please, Riddle. My friend. Think of me, and touch yourself again. And let me be here. Let me learn. Let me feel how happy it would make you. So... so that soon, when I feel I would be able to do your feelings for me the justice they deserve, I might let you make your fantasy a reality, within my arms.'

Riddle shuddered as Mewtwo's fingers let go of his face, and the wolf felt his hand instinctively returning to his cock. He lifted his other paw as he resumed his masturbation though, and held it out towards the pokemon now standing right beside him, watching more intently than ever as the trainer masturbated to thoughts of him.

"H-hold my hand, Mewtwo."

The pokemon obeyed without question. They grasped at one another's hands, and squeezed firmly. A happy whine escaped the wolf, and Mewtwo shuddered as he was overwhelmed by the joy that burst from Riddle's mind.

"That's it. Hold me. W-watch... watch what you do to me, Mewtwo..."

The wolf's paw flew up and down his cock in a blur, far faster and more urgently than before. Even though he'd taken a break his passions were boiling hotter and raging more violently than ever before. He yelped in pleasure, and Mewtwo fell to his knees with a groan at the unparalleled intensity of the ecstasy that swamped him too. Within Riddle's mind their bodies were locked together once more. Kissing. Grinding. Bucking at one another in obviously mutual desire. But it wasn't the trainer's fantasies that had Mewtwo so rapt with excitement, nor indeed was it the sight of the wolf's cock throbbing and twitching as he worked it towards his imminent orgasm. It was the feeling of that hand squeezing tight against his own, and Riddle's eyes staring into his, pleading, joyous, unabashed in the intimate and personal adoration that he had never dared show for the pokemon before.

Mewtwo had been feared before, of course. He had been admired. And thanks to Riddle, he had even known what it was to be respected, and cherished as a friend.

But... to be desired?

To be loved?

To be... craved, both emotionally and physically alike?

The pokemon's eyes rolled back in his head. He heard an ear-splitting howl escape from Riddle, and watched as thick ropes of the wolf's cum began to lash out between his aching cock and the crackling fire close by. But that was nothing... absolutely nothing, compared to the force of the psychic cry that Mewtwo let loose from within himself. He looked deep into Riddle's mind once more, and saw not only the fantasy form of the wolf howling and cumming across the body of the pokemon whom he was straddling, but himself in a similarly stricken state. Writhing, kicking, and roaring in orgasmic joy of his very own.

He watched, he listened, he felt Riddle's masturbatory version of him lost in the throes of pure, indulgent ecstasy. And suddenly, uncontrollably, it wasn't a mere fantasy any more.

By Jeeves

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