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Living as Mewtwo

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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Chris had lost his name, his existence, his time as a human being. One night, he had gone to sleep. The next morning, he had woken in a pod in a laboratory, in a body that he had only seen in video games and movies. The body of Mewtwo.

He had taken on the life of Mewtwo, not knowing, not even then, if he was the only Mewtwo in existence, as the old Pokemon games had said, but, well...it wasn't something that truly caused him much concern. His old life, even though it had not been all that far back, seemed nothing more than a distant memory, though he had fun there, right? He'd been a human, a man... But Mewtwo could not honestly remember whether he'd been studying or working, different fleeting glimpses of his old reality glancing across him. It was like trying to remember a dream that kept fading in and out.

Some things, however, remained, like his knowledge of Pokemon, plants and the world around him, even though he had to, in some way, apply it to the Pokemon world rather than the world he had known before. Still, it was helpful and, even for Mewtwo, it was good to know to turn on the hot tap and the cold tap together to mix the water in a single stream, all so he could have a good, long, hot bath, soothing his aching muscles.

"Mmmm..."

Mewtwo sank down into the bath, his hands running down his body, the smooth, grey-purple curve of his belly, tail resting under him, curled within the interior of the porcelain tub. He needed that, for he had been exerting himself more than often lately - even flying with his psychic abilities made it so that he ended up sore all over! He laughed at that. Who would have thought that the power of his mind would leave him as sore, sometimes, as if he had run a marathon?

Even so, he stayed in the bath for longer than was needed, using his powers to warm it up when the water grew cold, all so that he would not have to waste more water. He hated wastage, but, honestly, Mewtwo didn't know if that was something that he had carried with him from his old life or if it was something that he had absorbed in the Pokemon world. He was, however, quite glad that he had found the remote little cabin in the foothills of the mountains, learning to live as Mewtwo in comfort. He didn't honestly feel as if he needed much more in his life there than he already had.

There, he could relax into the sensation of his lean, strong body, the smooth curves lightly edged with muscle where he had grown even more developed and strong. Bubbles floated up from the bath, dancing around the room in a sultry, soft gleam, reflecting and refracting light, and he popped one lazily, relaxing deeper into the bath. The bubbles glowed with his power, every one in a different colour, curling his strong, lean tail out of the bath so that the tip hung over the edge of the tub. Lazily, sleepily, it curled back and forth.

The next day, however, there was more work to be done for Mewtwo - or training, more exactly. Not that he minded, for he rather liked putting his body to the test. He trained harder than ever, wanting to increase his level, even though he didn't get a level marker or indicator like what he remembered from in the games. He supposed that that was because he was the character in the games there, existing there as a Pokemon, and he wasn't being controlled by an outside player, not a gamer.

At least, Mewtwo didn't think that anyone was controlling him. He shivered, floating above the trees as late summer bloomed, the sunshine light on his skin, though the edge of the cooler months was in the air already. He groaned, rubbing a shoulder that had been struck by a tree branch (rather large, to be fair) when he had been flinging them about using his telekinesis, practising his accuracy.

He used the move Mist, surrounding himself with cloaking, soft droplets, his eyes glowing through the haze. The day might have been bright, but his outline was obscured by the mist, allowing him to remain undetected. If he was come upon by surprise, it would be a useful tool. Psystrike from within the mist too would prove to be a deadly combination.

Other moves, such as Brick Break, had become available to him too, though he did not quite know why. Even though some moves had to be learned, in typical Pokemon games, by TM, he still seemed to know how to use them, if he worked them out. Once he had had a few tries, he could perform the move, however clumsy it had been in the beginning. If he understood the concept, it seemed to be accessible to him. The only reason that Mewtwo could fathom that being possible was because he already knew about TMs before, from the games, and could use his "nerd knowledge" (he liked that way of putting it) to put them to use. He was, in effect, the TM that could teach himself the move. However weird that was.

Whenever he was inside his small, neat cabin home, he stopped at the mirror, catching the eye of his reflection and looking down, always, his long, powerful body. Maybe it was vain to pose in front of it as he did, but it gave him a way to track his progress, turning from left to right, angling his head, sweeping his gaze all the way down his body to his strong legs, rounded with muscle, his tail swinging gently back and forth. His eyes grazed his crotch, the space between his legs, where the hidden slit of his shaft lay, but he didn't quite feel like taking the time to deliciously explore that part of himself that time.

Soon though. He spent a lot of time enjoying the pleasures of the body.

One day, he wandered outside with his psychic abilities tingling. There was someone there - not a human but a Pokemon. That time, however, he was more confident about his abilities and being able to fight off other Pokemon if they were aggressive, though he sensed that there was nothing hostile in the air.

A few of the trees had lost some leaves in a recent storm, carpeting the ground under them even if they were still green, and he offered his hands to the scattering of Espeon, Umbreon and a single Braixen, the fire-fox Pokemon that walked on two legs with a stick in their tail.

My friends, he said, using telepathy to talk to them, though the Pokemon stuttered back, eyes wide and staring. I mean you no harm.

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"What..." Espeon spoke in the Pokemon language, though he was able to use his powers so that her voice did not come through as garbled sounds, not like it had been with the Nidoran he had encountered before, so all the Pokemon could understand one another easily. "What do you mean? Are you...talking to us? Are you not going to send us away for intruding on your territory?"

Mewtwo smiled and shook his head, sitting down on a bench outside his property that was, to be fair, a little on the small size for his body. However, it was all he had there, even if he had considered trying to use his powers to put together another bench and seating area. Chopping wood was no problem for him, though he was still working on the tiny, precise measurements with Psycho Cut to slice the wood into something he could frame into a seat. Keeping everything level, however, was another question entirely.

Not at all, my friends, he said, as gently as he could, appearing as little as a threat as he could. Not at all... I want to make new friends here. I came here...quite unexpectedly.

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"How?" The Umbreon asked, tilting his head. "How are you here? You are a powerful Pokemon... Should you not be with the humans, training? Or claiming territory? Who are you?"

I am Mewtwo... And I think there are more of you in the bushes that may want to come out?

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He nodded towards the bushes that he had cultivated near his cabin, ripe with lingonberries and some oran berries, though Mewtwo did not quite understand why there were some things from the old world that he recognised and then other things were of the Pokemon world. Maybe the blending of things like that came from the creators themselves of the Pokemon world, though he didn't know how that worked.

The Pokemon in the bush, however, still had to come out, timid and curious, though they hunkered down. Some were Zigzagoon, a couple of them hiding back and away, though he got to see Lopunny, Charmeleon, Greninja, Snivy and, to his surprise, Weavile too. He'd thought that Weavile were more reclusive, but, honestly, there was a lot more for him to know about the Pokemon world than what could have been learned from the human one.

Sit, my friends... He urged them, standing and sending the more nervous of them scattering back as they worried he was going to attack them. Please, eat... Are you hungry? I have berries, mushrooms, soup... Oh, I will bring some soup at once!

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It was not for him to serve them, but he wanted them all to feel welcome and, even though not everyone talked that night, the community of local Pokemon, including more that hadn't even turned up that night, gathering at his place to learn more about him and for the protection that he offered. There were, after all, some trainers that ventured into the mountains and the deep forest from time to time that caused them issues, though wild Pokemon more usually kept themselves to themselves, even if they did chase others away from their territory.

It was good to have friends, though Mewtwo did not know, not that first night, just how much everything was going to change, for his life and his community and his friends, forever.

The Pokemon that caught his eye the most, however, was beautiful, from head to toe. He'd only ever seen them in green before with a long, white fall, almost like a skirt, before their body, yet that Gardevoir was shiny, resplendent in blue. He couldn't take his eyes off her, even when he was talking to the other Pokemon around the fire he built outside his cabin, firelight flickering off her face, a sliver of blue cast down over her face as the shiny Gardevoir settled herself there comfortably.

Most Pokemon preferred to be referred to by their species names, though there were some that had names too. Even though he knew that he wanted to be called Mewtwo, she told him that her name was Lily.

Lily... He said in his mind, brushing her mind too with his telepathy. That is truly a wonderful name.

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She smiled, tucking her head down a little shyly.

Thank you. My mother said my egg hatched in a bed of lilies. I liked the name, so I kept it for my own.

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As she was a psychic type too, she preferred to speak via telepathy, which was just fine with Mewtwo, though his fascination with her was shared deeply through their mental bond, perhaps more than he should have let on. He didn't know her that well, but days passed and weeks took them into the edge of Autumn, the leaves on the trees changing colour, becoming auburn and gold, though no one would have ever dared to call such a royal carpet brown.

They started spending time together within the cabin, though Mewtwo wished that he had something better to offer her than berry juice. Maybe Miltank milk? That was supposed to be a rarity in their area, though Lily had told him that she wished that she could have it again after not having it for so many years.

It was such the sweetest, creamiest of tastes, Lily said dreamily, the lights in the cabin low, lit only by lantern-light, though Mewtwo had gone to the effort of lighting that by hand, rather than using his powers, to make the effort for her. I wish I could have it again, but there's much from my younger years, before I evolved, that I cannot go back to. I think my mother was captured by a trainer. I hope she is living a good life now.

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I wish I could find it for you, Mewtwo mused. Perhaps there is a farm over the mountains... Have you travelled far that way? Deeper through the peaks to the other side?

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She shook her head.

Oh no... No. That would be far for me, much too far. It's better here, especially now that you being here keeps some of the trainers at bay. They all know there is a strong Pokemon here, but most of them in the area are just hobbyist trainers. They don't really want to go up against a Pokemon that could hurt them, so it's all well here. Thank you, for keeping us safe.

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If he had been capable of blushing, Mewtwo would have done so at that very moment, though he still felt that old prickle of heat and twisting through his body, as if something strange had been done to his stomach. He sat in the chair opposite the Gardevoir, though didn't know what to do with his tail, curling it back and forth, feeling far too self-conscious before her gaze. She was just as intense as him, though sometimes it seemed to be a case with psychic-type Pokemon that they did not blink as often. He didn't know why.

Are you comfortable there? She asked him. Or...would you like to join me on the sofa?

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He gulped, heart pounding, though broke off their bond briefly, thoughts all aflutter. What did she mean by that? The sofa was not really big enough for both, even though Lily seated herself comfortably there, her legs tucked to the side.

Um... Are you sure?

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She smiled, patting the space beside her.

Of course. Please... Please, come sit with me.

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That night was the start of many together as they grew closer and closer, day by day, closing the distance between them. No more did they sit in separate seats, but close enough to touch, laughing together, while Mewtwo split his days between furthering his training and searching for new foods he could make. An old cookbook, all with ingredients that could be found in the Pokemon world, was on top of a cupboard and he pulled it down, trying to find things to impress the shiny, blue Gardevoir.

However, he never expected her to boldly press her lips to his one evening, finally closing that last sliver of distance between them as if it did not belong there in the first place. He kissed her back, passionately, sensation tickling his body, the brush of her body against his, the two of them naked even though Gardevoir's body did give the impression of having a skirt.

Oh... Oh, Lily... This is...

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She shushed him, however, taking him to his bed that night with a soft, shy smile, even if she was very much a Pokemon who knew what she wanted.

It's okay. We can... I want to be with you. I want to take it slow. I want to feel...everything. With you.

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His heart pounded harder than ever, though he wanted to please her too. One thing that Mewtwo could not have anticipated was his body responding without even any stimulation from him at all. Usually, he had to at least think of sex and brush his hand down over the slit that hid his genitals, but just Lily being close to him had his shaft rising, pressing out, swelling to her sweet, sweet attention.

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Ohhh...

He moaned, loudly, embarrassed to be so open about his lust for her, but the wanted her and it was not as if he could hold back his passion. It had grown naturally between them, warm and natural, the kind of relationship that Mewtwo knew that he could never have had if he had remained human.

With her lips on his, kissing him warmly, their tongues brushing softly up against one another's, he knew that he would never have wanted to be human again. Not when it meant leaving her, not when not becoming a Pokemon would have meant never meeting Lily.

He wanted her, sliding his hands down to her hips, under the soft white of her "skirt", even though it was a part of her body too, her light, sweet form. Mewtwo moaned as he ran his hands over her legs, so soft and light, yet Gardevoir's true power was contained within her. It was a special kind of power, just like his, psychic abilities flowing through, connecting them with an electric spark of telekinesis.

I feel you, she breathed, her hand on his chest, sliding down. I feel your heart, the beat of your power...

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Mewtwo shuddered, somehow ending up on his back with Lily on top of him, inadvertently bucking his hips. Oh, heavens... He'd never been so turned on in his life before! Never before, lusting, moaning, whimpering so very sweetly for her.

Oh, if he could be hers and she his... But Mewtwo could hope, yes, with Lily in his arms, seeing where things would go between them.

That night, however, was just for them. With his arms around her, the Pokemon explored his body much as he had explored his form for himself that very first time. It didn't matter that they had never been together before as they came together as if they were old friends and lovers, ones that knew one another inside out and yet were sweetly exploring each other for the first time. It was an exquisite feeling to feel so in tune with someone like that and he gasped, shuddering against her as she grasped his cock.

Ohhhh...

Mewtwo moaned, but Lily was driven on by his cries, playing with his cock with her hands and her telekinesis, shaping the air around his shaft with her psychic abilities so that she could better manipulate and caress him, teasing his hot, hard length. It was all about mutual pleasure, of course, even as pre-cum drooled thickly from his magnificent, swollen cock, the long, purple length practically overflowing with desire.

Their minds connected, intensifying every sensation so that Mewtwo could even feel some of what Lily was feeling, though it was hard to decipher in the swathe of emotion, sensations colliding so that one barrelled over the one that preceded it. He groaned, letting her caress his cock, leaving her hands aside so that she only needed her powers to stroke him, easing up and down, the skin of his cock moving lightly under her psychic grip.

I want to make you feel good too, he panted, reaching for her, closing his hand around her smaller one. Please, Lily... I want you here with me so badly.

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She chirped, eyes dancing, and his eyes followed the flash of blue as she took his position, lying down on the bed beside him with a giggle and a glitter in her eyes.

Then show me...

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His shaft ached without attention, but Mewtwo was fortunate enough to have instinct guiding him. He'd never felt that before, as a human, or so he thought, for he still could not remember very much of his personal detail on that life. It was more powerful there, forcing him into place, sweetly and lustfully covering Gardevoir's body with his own, his shaft aching deeply for her dripping warmth.

He moaned, finding her entrance, pressing gently forward with his cock, though Mewtwo had to rock his hips a couple of times to find her sex, easing back and forth. It was not easy, though instinct pressed him on and their mental connection at least told him that he was on the right track, her raw desire for him blooming through.

Ohhhh...

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He pressed into her, filling her for the first time. He wasn't sure if that counted as stripping himself of his virginity in a Pokemon body, but, honestly, Mewtwo did not even care. He didn't care, only that he had his sweet Lily there with him, holding one of her hands up above her head with his larger one, though she was by no means pinned in place.

Mewtwo!

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She cried out his name as he filled her, thrust after thrust, powering inside, stretching her out. But there was nothing like the sweet passion of coming together, two lustfully wanton bodies curling through, entwined in devious bodily pleasure. It was physical, yes, but there was most sincerely a mental and emotional aspect to it too, as if what was experienced there that night between them could never again be replicated.

In fact, it would change the course of Mewtwo's time there altogether as he found himself a mate, a mate that he would want to spend the rest of his life with, all to see what could come of their lust and love. He thrust without having to think about it, filling her again and again, her hot, tight warmth pulling close around, panting heavily, his head tucked down so that his head was as close to hers as possible. Of course, it was a little difficult to stay close as he was larger than her, yet their bodies fit together as if they had been made for each other.

Please... Mmm... I need you, Mewtwo... You feel...

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She clung to him, burying her head against his chest, and Mewtwo held her tightly and closely, covering her protectively with his body. He thrust and thrust, deeper and deeper, their bodies joined as one. With their mind together, he felt everything, from the slickness of his own pre-cum drooling back down his cock as he thrust and ground, squelching lewdly and deliciously around the point where their bodies joined, to the pulse of his shaft inside her - but felt practically from Gardevoir's perspective.

Yet that was something that he would have to understand at another time as he moaned and thrust, his thrusts speeding up, hips slapping her thighs with every sharp, deep grind of his hips. Mewtwo grunted thickly in the back of his throat, keeping his mental connection with her, her folds pulling at him, her cunny so hot and tight that neither of them could help themselves.

It was needed, so very badly, for both. In fact, it was strange for them to think in hindsight that they had held off from one another as long as they had, thrusting, pressing on, his breath catching and hitching in his throat. Even Mewtwo's lungs were tight, as if he couldn't get quite enough breath into his lungs.

She could have been human right then, her cries rising, tangling with his own as if there was no way at all for them to be separated. Mewtwo moaned, thrusting harder, driving into her in the spot that made her body quiver in the best of ways, the way that he knew meant he was pleasuring her, pleasing her to that high and peak of orgasm. Nothing could have stopped him from thrusting in at just the right angle to hit that sensitive spot of nerves inside her until Lily cried out in orgasm, both physically and through their mental connection. The pulse and ripple of her sex, gentle rather than harsh and forceful, brought him over the edge of orgasm with her, experiencing it together, the flow of delightful, pulsating psychic energy joining them in passion as both their minds and their bodies became one.

In the afterglow, his seed dribbling out softly from her pussy, both lightly sore from the physical exertion, he held her close, kissing her forehead, warm through. He was glad to be with her, though he didn't need to say anything at all, not even through their telepathic bond, sharing every intimate feeling, every thought, all without explicitly saying anything.

It was beautiful, the two of them one, though they needed no less than that, two psychic-type Pokemon who knew that they needed one another. And that was all there was to it, having found one another against all odds.

They breathed in one another's scent, their sweetness, holding one another close. No more was needed as Mewtwo turned out the soft lantern lamplight with his powers, delving them into darkness to sleep.

Together.

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Their Pokemon friends cheered and celebrated their union, even if, of course, they were not privy to exactly what had gone on between Mewtwo and Lily, only that they had become a couple. He would have blushed at all the attention he was getting from them, though Mewtwo was glad to not be alone, to have a group there with him, to have a team that he could protect. For they were not subordinates to him, never to him, even if he was the most powerful Pokemon there. He only wanted to be the strongest so that he could protect them all, to do all for them that their mere presence had done for him.

Night after night, Mewtwo and Gardevoir came together, wrapped up in each other and their powers, holding tightly onto one another.

I want you so much...

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Her words sang to him, a special place deep within his soul, and Mewtwo went willingly into her embrace, drawing her into his lap while he floated above the living room floor. He turned gently in the room, spinning around at a slow pace, letting her sink onto his cock as he filled her cunny all over again, the Pokemon's head falling back as she moaned.

Oh, yes... Yes, Mewtwo!

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Lily pressed in closer to him, holding onto his shoulders, her powers giving her a little more ability and leverage to rise and fall on his length, spearing herself full of his succulent shaft. She'd told him before that there was no sensation like being filled by him, even if she had had other partners before, but he believed her, feeling her raw, throbbing delight through their mental bond.

He couldn't imagine having sex without that psychic bond, how it pulled them closer and closer, closer than any human relationship ever could have been. They floated in the air together with Gardevoir riding him, his heart lifting and pounding. Yet not even Mewtwo could have been prepared for how their hearts even beat together as one, perfectly in time with each other as she rose and fell on his cock.

They had made love in many positions, though that was all that it needed to be, moaning, panting, sharing sweet kisses when Lily stretched up to kiss him on the lips. The size and height difference between them, even if it was not all that great like it could be for some Pokemon, would always be something that needed to be accounted for, though her psychic powers swirled around him when she was not kissing him, caressing his cheek, stroking down his neck. Mewtwo shivered. Oh, there was nothing like that sensation and not a day went by without him feeling the ghostly, sweet, cool touch of her psychic fingers on his skin.

Come closer, Mewtwo groaned. I want to feel you... I want to be even deeper inside you.

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Lily giggled, flirting with him, her eyes dancing as if they were struck by the stars in the night sky.

Of course, my darling...

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She had picked up that word from him, though Mewtwo still moaned and marvelled at how human she was sometimes. It was almost as if she was a transformed human herself, though she spoke of her time as a Pokemon as if it was her whole history - of course, he had no reason to doubt her. He knew her, he trusted her, he made love to her. He wanted to be closer and closer to her, even as Lily took the entire length of his thick cock into her, their minds trembling with joy at being joined in such a way.

His shaft throbbed deliriously as he rolled his hips, even as they floated, filling her increasingly deeply. It was only sunset outside, but the rest of the Pokemon had taken their leave for the night, a glowing sphere of light rising to surround them both. He panted heavily, chest juddering with every breath, needing it all, craving it more.

Yet as long as Mewtwo had Lily there with him, everything would be more than enough for him, always and forever. He'd want and need for nothing more than everything his sweet, loving Gardevoir gave him, whether it was in the warmth of her love or the heat of her sex, dragging him on into rampant lust time after time again. It was better, he had long ago decided, for sex to be born from the passion of love, for there would most certainly have been something missing from their time together if it had not been with love at the root of it all.

He grunted, need trembling through him. He needed to fill her, but Gardevoir hadn't even orgasmed yet, so he had to hold off. But that didn't help, not at all, not as he moaned, whimpering, panting, letting his deeper cries mingle with hers. He rolled his head back as she tenderly caressed his throat, need coursing through.

In the end, however, Mewtwo was not able to hold off, filling her completely, every thrust of his cock up into her tight cunny bringing them fresh waves of pleasure. He was the only one, at that moment, to dip into ecstasy, however, flowing through him, pulse after pulse, need trembling, bringing him to that high of pleasure. His cum shot up inside her, spurt after spurt, though he had filled her with his cream so many times already that it was merely a delightful sensation for them, even as his cum lightly bubbled back down the length of his cock, trickling out of where their bodies joined.

He pulled out, letting them drift back down to the floor and the rug in the centre to cushion them, laying Gardevoir back on her back so that he could please her too.

My love, I want you to feel good... It's not fair that it's just me that feels such pleasure.

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Lily giggled, eyes sparkling.

What could I ever have done to deserve a mate as good to me as you?

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You deserve everything that I can give you and so much more.

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He dove between her legs, though her body seemed to absorb his cum in a way that could have been intrinsic to psychic-type Pokemon. Or maybe she did it so that he did not have to swipe his tongue through his own seed, though that act itself was not something that they had discussed in sex yet. He wanted to communicate honestly and openly with her, but his tongue delved into her hot, wet, sweetness, swirling his tongue around her clit, the throbbing nub of pleasure that he had quickly learned gave her so much delight.

Passion and lovemaking, after all, went both ways. They didn't want to only have things go one way, giving pleasure and receiving it, ensuring that both partners got everything they needed. He lapped deeply into her pussy with due care and diligence, letting her hips rise against him, thrusting and grinding, though he let her, wanting her to get to that high just like he had. Her climax swelled in a burst of light surrounding her at the point of climax, Lily shuddering and rocking against him as he moaned into her sex, taking all the sweet arousal that her sex had to offer.

They barely separated, skin-on-skin contact always at play, when they were making love. It was so much more than just having sex to them, their relationship and connection growing deeper and deeper. They took their time, weeks passing, Autumn in full swing as he held her close after making love to her, watching the leaves fall around them. The two of them didn't even have to stay in the cabin to spend time together, floating above the trees to make love or even delving into caves, letting rivers part around them while their bodies came together again and again.

As long as they were together, everything was there that they needed. Whether they were trading pleasure and learning more about one another's bodies orally or Mewtwo sinking into her pussy with raw, wild lust, they were happy together, taking all that they needed from one another, for they returned it to the other in spades, time after time again.

As Lily sucked on his cock, taking his thick, purple length deep into her mouth and even brushing the back of his throat, Mewtwo could only think, dimly, that he was in heaven.

Leaving his old world had really been the best thing, after all.

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*

Team Rocket, while their relationship was developing, were far from idle. They had to find Mewtwo, driven by Giovanni, always there, overseeing everything from afar, all with his beloved companion at his side, his Persian. Well, no one really knew if he cared for the feline Pokemon as much as he said he did, but they certainly made a formidable pair together.

Men and women in Team Rocket uniforms searched the forest, leaving no rock unturned, no cavern uninspected, their Growlithe sniffing the ground, Zubat flying into dark caves to check for Mewtwo. Of course, the Pokemon did not understand just what they were searching for, though they were merely obeying the harsh whim of their trainers. Team Rocket, by far, was not known for being kind to their Pokemon.

Mewtwo did not know exactly where they were, though his mental, psychic abilities alerted him to danger, along with Gardevoir. Maybe that was why psychic-type Pokemon were often so difficult to capture, knowing when trouble was coming before it even arrived.

My love... I don't want you to get hurt.

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He swallowed hard, drawing Gardevoir to his chest, though he needed Lily's comfort as much as he wanted to comfort her too at that moment. She held him tightly, soothingly, her body solid and reassuring against his.

I will not. We will prepare.

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Together, with his Pokemon friends, he and Lily set up the perimeter around their cabin with traps, making sure that they had plenty of food, that they had somewhere safe and comfortable to both sleep and retreat to. Mewtwo trained hard, slamming his powers into rock faces, again and again, cycling through every move in his arsenal. He had to be better, he had to be stronger. He had no idea how many Pokemon he would have to go up against, but he wanted to be ready, to make sure not a single member of his new family faced hardship or harm as a result of him.

Mewtwo didn't think he could bear that. That was why he would never allow it to come to that. He was fortunate, even then, that the Pokemon surrounding him saw him as his leader, for at least he could protect them more easily that way - rather than if they were scattered everywhere, leaving him to cover a wider area.

And yet he still did not know or understand the true nature of the threat, thus could not prepare for everything. He could only hope that Lily and he had done enough.

Too close for comfort, Team Rocket moved in, camped out between trees, complaining at the adverse conditions. But Mewtwo and his friends would be ready, all with Lily and her powers right there at his side too.

Living as Mewtwo, he was starting to understand, came with responsibility too.

And he had to accept that as his own to bear.