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This story was written for Jem as a part of my themed Patreon request day for April. This month's theme is "First Times". The story contains M/M and M/F sex between consenting adult humans and a pokemon. It serves as a follow-up to a story I wrote a few years ago, "Natural Love."

A Greater Understanding

'Please. Let me feel more.'

Lying upon a pair of towels, the gentle flowing ripples of the ocean's edge echoing close-by and a sky dark but punctuated by points of light high above, Rachel and Harry could barely move. They were overwhelmed. Exhausted. And above all else, they were amazed. Stricken by marvellous wonder as their heavy, weary eyes glanced towards the figure seated cross legged, floating a few inches above the beach just in front of them.

Mewtwo's voice echoed in their minds once more, and they watched, blushing and shivering in undeniable excitement, as the bulbous tips of the pokemon's fingers wrapped around his long, slightly curved member.

All day, or at least all day since Mewtwo had first appeared to them, they had been making love. Pleasuring themselves. One another. And of course the pokemon with them. Sharing with Mewtwo the meaning of love as they understood it. Their affections. Their lusts. Their urges. Their desires for one another. But now, at last, they had reached a point which all active and sexually adventurous couples knew all too well. A point where desire outstretched capability. They wanted to show Mewtwo more. They wanted to share more of themselves, of their experiences and urges and delights with him. But... they were just so exhausted. So spent. So completely and utterly satisfied that they could barely even keep their eyes open, never mind raise a hand, a muzzle, or provide an aroused and ready hole for him to indulge his newfound sexuality.

Except...

"M-Mewtie..."

The first few times Rachel had called him that, Mewtwo had corrected the human woman. But now he understood that it wasn't a mispronunciation. It was a term of endearment. Affection. A word only she and Harry could use to describe him. A mark of the bond they had forged. It made him feel... pleasant, when she said it.

"...we need to rest. To sleep. But... your powers. Your psychic abilities. They can read our minds, right?"

Without moving, without the slightest inclination of his head in a nod or any other form of physical response, the pokemon answered inside both Rachel and Harry's minds at once.

'I can interpret your feelings and your thoughts without you needing to vocalise them, yes.'

Rachel opened her mouth, then closed it again. She giggled, and closed her eyes, the dark skin of her brow furrowing slightly. Harry raised an eyebrow, and Mewtwo spoke to them once again.

'Yes. I can do that. But, I think perhaps you would be better suited to communicating in the traditional manner. I can hear you, but Harry cannot.'

The human woman groaned softly, rolling over and swinging an arm and a leg lazily over her lover before burying her face in his neck.

"Mmmh... I asked Mewtie if he could go into our heads deeper. Into our memories. And... if he could open up his thoughts to us in the same way. Like a radio broadcast."

Harry nodded, and shuddered with the effort it took for him to raise his head and peer over Rachel's short, tight curls to look directly at Mewtwo.

"I think I get what Rachel's saying. And... yeah. You're more than welcome to explore inside my head. See what I've seen. I mean, it's not all hugs and puppies, y'know? But, I like to think I've led a pretty lucky life. Especially since I met this one."

He lowered his head once more and wrapped his arms tightly around Rachel. She giggled, embraced him in return, and they shared one last rather lengthy kiss. Then they settled. Their already heavy eyes fell shut, and they said nothing more as they allowed themselves to drift towards slumber. Mewtwo let them too, for while he would have loved to share more with them then and there in the moment, he knew that inside their heads lay decades of life. Decades of experiences of love. Of romance. Of all the good that love could provide for the world, and for him if he were to find a place in it.

Soon they were asleep. Snoring. Murmuring as the two humans curled up together naked upon the moonlit beach.

And soon after that, with three plump fingertips outstretched and touching each of the human's foreheads, Mewtwo's eyes glazed over with a pale white glow. His mind leapt down his arms and into theirs on its exploratory journey, and his curved erection, still standing proud from his crotch, began to twitch in anticipation.

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In a matter of seconds, Mewtwo witnessed two entire lives from their birth right up to the present day. He saw every action. Every feeling. Every argument with parents, every morning spent watching TV in pyjamas with a bowl of cereal, every Hannukah and birthday and Christmas and new year.

He saw every first time. Their first kiss. Their first crush. Their first climax. Their first time with another person.

He saw the first time they fell in love. The first time they believed they were in love, and the first time they knew it.

He saw them cry with heartbreak. He saw them fight with past partners, and even with each other. But even in those fights, even as they bristled with frustration and anger, their love never diminished.

And it was that feeling, that awareness of love's constant and unceasing presence, which he clung to. It was those moments he returned to over and over and over again. Learning. Studying. Exploring each second of those pivotal interactions that seemed to show the unyielding nature of love once it got its claws into you.

He saw Rachel standing crying in the school-yard, a group of kids with lighter skin calling her names, only for another girl with the same rich chocolate skin as hers rushing up to them and chasing them off, spitting curses far more volatile and hurtful than any of the racial slurs they had managed to summon up. He saw Rachel's tears being wiped away. Arms encircling her then just twelve year old self.

Rachel had never once shared romantic thoughts about that other girl. They were more than friends. They were family. Sisters. Rachel's older sister. But despite the lack of romance about their relationship, she, in Rachel's own mind, was the first person she had ever loved through more than familial obligation. A love of meaning. Of purpose. The first person to make her understand just how important and glorious a thing love could be.

He saw Harry lying in bed with a ginger haired woman, many years older than him. She was on her phone as he just lay there, staring up at the ceiling and asking himself what had just happened. How he, a high schooler, had ended up in bed with someone like her. How he had always imagined his first time... and... how disappointed he was in himself for letting this be it. He didn't love this woman. She didn't love him. And sappy as he had thought it at the time, he knew better now of course, he wanted his next time to be with someone he truly cared for. He wanted every time to be with someone about whom he felt that way.

Mewtwo then found himself in a familiar scene.

On a beach. In daylight.

This beach.

This day, just passed.

He saw himself, encircled by two humans, and he realised that this was a shared memory. A memory within which he had already existed.

And to his left, and to his right, watching that memory with him, were the humans themselves.

Holding his hands. Smiling. Laughing as he looked at them in confusion.

"This is amazing. Are we... are you making us dream together or something?"

Rachel asked the question, and before he could answer, Harry piped up instead.

"Whoa. Y-you don't know. And... I know you don't know. Am I in your head? Did I just read your mind?"

Mewtwo didn't answer. He didn't need to, because Harry was right.

All of this was inside his head. And he had spent so long stretching himself out into the other's minds, his defences had slipped. And thus, as he withdrew, a part of each of the subconscious' that he had been exploring had flowed back with him.

"Look at us. We were so sad for you. So sad for all you'd experienced."

Rachel gestured to the sight before them. The three of them, frozen together, embracing tightly.

"But... glad to be able to offer you comfort. And even more glad now, knowing what that comfort led to."

Mewtwo frowned, trying to cast out his thoughts, but soon realising that of course inside his own head he had no telepathy to offer. His mouth opened, moved, and he spoke aloud.

"I was exploring moments important to you both. First times that love in different forms manifested in your minds. But... I ended up here."

Harry nodded.

"Well, that makes sense."

Rachel smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Isn't it obvious?"

Mewtwo frowned. It wasn't. He had been there. He had sensed every emotion, every feeling that had been present in that moment. There was nothing here that seemed relative to his current search.

Except...

"In the moment, it's sometimes hard to recognise when it happens. It's normally after. Looking back, that we fill in the gaps. We take a look at our actions. At how we reacted and how that influenced what followed. And it's then, not before, that we realise..."

Rachel's words were cut off as Mewtwo snapped awake.

He sat bolt upright, having slumped over with his hands resting across the humans faces. They too were beginning to waken, all three blinking in bright, morning sunlight.

Even as the two humans rose from their slumber though, they were smiling. Giggling and chuckling as they pulled themselves up onto their hands and knees, then turned and both faced Mewtwo. For a moment no-one moved, no-one spoke, and then they leapt at him. He could sense no ill intent, thus he didn't knock them away with a powerful psychic blast. Instead he let them tackle him, and the two humans howled with laughter as they pinned the powerful pokemon beneath them. Rachel straddled him, reaching down and grasping the still firm, swollen base of his curved shaft. Harry meanwhile crawled further up his trembling form where it lay upon the warm sand, and kissed Mewtwo's face once, twice, three times in rapid succession.

For the first few seconds of consciousness Mewtwo's psychic senses were dulled, but now they returned with their former strength and glory. Strong enough to sense what the two humans were thinking, and for the truth of those thoughts to shock his own vastly powerful mind to the core.

That moment. When they hugged him. When he hugged them.

It wasn't about them.

It wasn't their first anything.

It was his.

'Please...'

Mewtwo shuddered as the female human began to ride his curved member, so confidently seated astride the pokemon's cock as though it was the most natural thing in the world. He gasped and returned the flurry of pecked kisses that Harry was lavishing across his face.

'O-oh... please.'

He thought back to that moment again. And again, and again. It seemed so obvious now. So impossible that he had been unable to see it before.

'Harry. Rachel. I... I love you.'

It wasn't just the sex. It wasn't just the intimacy. It was them. Their minds. Their bodies. Their spirits. Everything about those two incredible people who in less than a day had taught him more about the truth of this world than the entire lifetime he'd spent under the instruction of his creator.

'I love you both so much!'

He loved them.

He loved.

And all he had to do, all that was necessary for those feelings to become stronger and more glorious with each passing second, was keep on loving them.

By Jeeves

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