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Enjoy reading it!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "What happens when the clock turns back for everyone but you?
What happens when you're the only one who remembers?
What happens when only your sins are permanent?

You atone. You absolve. You redeem.

This is a story commissioned from Jeevestheroobunny, of course. 😁 It takes place after the events of Pokémon: The First Movie—Mewtwo Strikes Back. Thirty year spoiler: The Pokémon's tears revive Ash and Mewtwo reverses time so that the movie technically never happened. But he still remembers what he did, and so do his army of perfect clones. If you remember too, he took them all with him away to live on an uncharted island away from human influence. This story is how Mewtwo improved himself physically, socially, and mentally to become a better Pokémon...and a better person.

Although this isn't part of the movie, which means I'm breaking my own rule by doing this, I want to add this story to the Canon Cutaway folder anyway, if for nothing else because how beautiful and heartfelt it is. Enjoy reading it!", "writing": "[center][u][b]Mewtwo's Reward[/b][/u][/center]\n\nIt had been just over a year since the day when Mewtwo, the most powerful of all Psychic Pokemon... perhaps the most powerful Pokemon there was in [i]all the world[/i], realized that he was [b]wrong[/b]. Over a year since it had finally been proven to him once and for all that no matter what he had seen, what he had felt and experienced at the hands of certain humans, there were good people out there. Good people who wanted nothing more than to live in harmony and companionship with Pokemon, and Pokemon who cherished the humans in their lives every bit as much.\n\nSince then, having undone the awful things he had put those humans through during the orchestration of his supposed revenge, Mewtwo had remained upon his island home with the Pokemon clones that he had created. But rather than plotting and brooding and planning the destruction of humankind, he had found other ways to occupy his time: \n\nFlying high above the island with Charizard. Swimming the surrounding oceans with Blastoise. Basking in the sunshine upon a flower filled meadow with Venasaur. It was strange. Previously, his mind had always been whirling with thoughts. With rage and anxiety and paranoia; feelings which could only be quelled if he filled his mind with other plans, complex and intense designs that he had to work on every hour of every single day. But now, though there was far, far less to do in his life... Mewtwo felt as though every day was so much more full than before, and his mind so much less crowded with his own busy thoughts.\n\nHow was he meant to find time to be [i]angry[/i], when Pikachu and some of the other smaller Pokemon wanted him to teleport to the mainland to procure them a new beach ball after their old one had gotten popped by Sandslash's spines? How was he meant to spend so much time being [i]anxious[/i] when Starmie's gem needed polishing, an effort which required he join her upon the golden sands? How was he meant to be [i]paranoid[/i] when Meowth was the one asking him to join in a playful little prank the feline Pokemon wished to play on some of his friends, though really it wasn't so much a `prank' at all, as Meowth surprising them with a delicious meal of freshly picked island fruits and berries after acting as though he'd forgotten that he'd invited them to join him for a relaxed afternoon snack?\n\nNo, Mewtwo simply didn't have [i]time[/i] for all those dark and depressing feelings of his past any longer. Not when there was so much to do. So many Pokemon to help live and enjoy their daily lives. Those past feelings were still part of him. Those experiences. Those memories. The regrets of how he had handled them. But, they truly were behind him now, and his future was so, so much brighter thanks to the lessons he had learned through those hardships. A future full of hope. Full of laughter and companionship, and quiet, relaxed days where an argument over which color pattern of a beach ball to choose... needless to say, Mewtwo had gotten Pikachu and the others both types in the end... was the most animated and intense subject of discussion to be heard.\n\nAnd perhaps that was why, now that an entire year had passed of Mewtwo's new life and his hard work to develop and reinforce his new and vastly more positive attitude towards the world around him and the creatures within it, human and Pokemon alike, new feelings were beginning to stir deep within the almighty Psychic type. Or rather, feelings which as soon as they had begun to develop within his maturing body, way, way back when he was still in the lab, he had shut down and disregarded as foolish, useless, a waste of time and both physiological and mental energy.\n\nNow though, as Mewtwo found himself with more time to let his mind wander, unburdened by the constant fury that had occupied him in times gone by, those mental seals he had placed on certain portions of his mind had clearly begun to relax along with the rest of him. Little by little, the powerful Pokemon began to notice certain... urges. Not any sort of overriding, all-consuming biological impulse that couldn't be controlled or simply ignored. Just, the kind of feelings which would arise seemingly unprompted at various moments, flitting through his brain as if simply wishing him to acknowledge their existence. Feelings which, strange and unfamiliar as they were, weren't unpleasant at all. Feelings which might have been distracting if he had been determined to remain ever edgy and brooding, without any reason to seek to enjoy any aspect of his existence, but which in his current life gave Mewtwo a new way to pass his time on those few and far between occasions when he wasn't assisting, playing with, or simply relaxing in the presence of the islands' countless other inhabitants.\n\nAt first, he really did just enjoy the feelings for what they were. The strange fluttering in his stomach. The way his heartbeat quickened. So many little hormonal shifts that he could have reached within himself and levelled out, but which if allowed to run their course began to provoke the weirdest, but most interesting and rather wonderful sensations throughout his body. And, of course, there was the most obvious physiological effect which occurred every single time those feelings began to manifest.\n\nOver the course of several weeks, on a dozen or more occasions spread across that time, Mewtwo lounged under a tree, or in a quiet, secluded cove with his feet dangling and paddling in the water beyond a smooth rocky outcrop, or even resting on one of the soft beds that he had originally constructed for his human `[i]guests[/i]'. He rested. He felt those feelings, and he simply looked down his body at the swollen, twitching length of his penis where it was protruding from the genital slit that was normally almost completely invisible upon the purple flesh of his torso's crotch. It was so fun, watching it twitch. Feeling it strain. Watching the way little droplets of translucent liquid began to bead at its tip, and then, if he left it long enough, to slowly but surely start dribbling down the shaft's length as he admired himself, and reveled in the sensations of desire, of biological sexual arousal.\n\nMewtwo knew of sex. He had researched all manner of biological processes when developing his advanced cloning techniques based on the flawed work of the lab which had created him, including sexual reproduction. Plus, upon the island with its many free spirited Pokemon inhabitants, he had encountered sexual behavior [i]many[/i] times. Similarly, for that same reason, he knew of masturbation. He knew that it was entirely possible to achieve the desired result of his stiffened, aroused penis; an ejaculation, through many varieties of stimulation. But, he was in no rush. He still had so much more to experience, so much more to enjoy from just the act of being aroused, of acknowledging and drinking in the sensations of his erection. After all, physical contact was only one way to influence it to greater degrees of arousal and pleasurable sensation. The more time he spent with his arousal, the more Mewtwo realized that desire, that... horniness, as he had heard it referred to by other Pokemon, was like any other state of mind. Any other emotion. It was influenced by other feelings, and other thoughts that crossed his mind at the same time.\n\nThus, as more days passed by and in his free, personal time Mewtwo got to know his body and his stiffened, twitching, pre-cum dribbling cock in particular all the more intimately, the Psychic Pokemon tested out which thoughts and memories had the strongest effect on his sexual urges. It was no surprise that if he thought of sad things; of his regrets, his mistakes, the people and Pokemon alike whom he had hurt prior to undoing the damage in a quite literal sense by turning back the progression of the entire space-time continuum around himself, his arousal lessened. His penis softened and withdrew, and it took some time, time enough at least for those negative thoughts to be replaced by others, before he had any desire to experience such arousal again. But aside from those obvious darker thoughts and memories, Mewtwo was delighted to realize that a whole array of different thoughts could stir his libido in an ever more positive direction.\n\nIf he thought of sex, of course he reacted. His sharp mind remembered every instant of his life and what he had witnessed across its span with crystal clarity, so of all the encounters he had experienced, all the sex he had seen and heard occurring across the island, there wasn't a split- second of it he couldn't re-live like he was there all over again. The cries of the Pokemon involved. The intimate way their bodies moved together. The way they played, the way they laughed even in the midst of sex. It made him throb. It made him [i]leak[/i] and [b]ooze[/b] liberally. It made his heart race, and his fingers flex as though they were subtly preparing themselves to rise up and touch his own penis, though of course he resisted that urge entirely.\n\nTo Mewtwo's wonder though, it wasn't the simple sights, sounds, and even fantasies of sharing in such sexual experiences himself which propelled his arousal to the greatest heights. Of all the feelings he reacted to most strongly while thinking about sex, it was those light-hearted moments, the playful laughter and silliness which he had witnessed in passing as they occurred in the midst of more vigorous and driven sexual activity, indeed the delight of the Pokemon laughing and moaning in pleasure around him, which most intensely titillated his body and mind. And of course, it didn't take long after that for Mewtwo's mind to cross-check that variable, and to discover what truly, overwhelmingly and uncontrollably aroused him to unbearable extremes.\n\nHappiness.\n\nJoy.\n\n[i]Fun[/i].\n\nThe Psychic Pokemon could feel his chest rising and falling faster than normal, his mouth open and his breathing louder, heavier, as he actively focused his mind on a different set of memories from the past year. Not the ones most closely tied to outright sexual activity, but instead, the memories of times when he had seen Pokemon at their most giddy and gleeful.\n\nPre-cum trickled down the underside of his wildly twitching, pulsing shaft as he recalled Blastoise's wide eyed and wondrous expression as while swimming under the sea with Mewtwo just weeks after the Psychic type's reformation had begun, they encountered a pod of Dewgong playing amidst a kelp bed. Blastoise had never gotten to play with other Pokemon before, and he had looked so nervous as he regarded Mewtwo, clearly seeking permission to even approach them. But when Mewtwo had not only nodded, but assured the powerful water type that he was free to stay and play with them for as long as he wished, Blastoise's smile had illuminated the entire ocean floor with its radiance. He had hugged the bubble of air formed around Mewtwo tightly, and with a dazzling grin, had hurried off to introduce himself to his new friends.\n\nSmaller Pokemon clustered around Venasaur as the mighty grass type lay in the center of a meadow, casting shade over the others as they feasted on fresh fruit plucked by the vines of the large, third stage evolved Grass type. They had been playing in the summer sun for hours, and now they were all in need of a break. They all looked so peaceful. So content curled up, half draped over one another. And though Mewtwo had been standing some distance away just watching them, it hadn't taken long before the others had noticed him, and happily beckoned him over. Not just to talk with them, but to sit in the shade and relax with them in the cuddle pile. At first, Mewtwo had been reluctant. Much as he was trying to change, it had only been a month or so since he'd begun his attempts to change his ways, and he still wasn't all that familiar or comfortable with physical contact. All of a sudden though, the meadow was filled with the cries of dozens of Pokemon, all giggling, whooping, encouraging him to come over and sit with them. To try the fruit they were eating. To get out of the hot sun before he overheated himself. If their enthusiasm had been infectious then though, it had been overwhelming when he finally gave in and joined them. His ears had rung with their triumphant cries. His cheeks had burned hot as paws reached up to grab his and pull him down to the soft grass. That was probably the first time in Mewtwo's life where he had been unable to stop smiling, his cheeks aching as other Pokemon pressed in against him from all sides, just so very glad to have him there with them. And now, as he recalled the waves of emotion crashing over him, the pure, sincere, utterly unrestrained delight that they had felt as they realized he really [i]was[/i] going to join in this time, after weeks and weeks of them trying [b]so[/b] hard to help him relax, Mewtwo heard a loud groan escape his muzzle. His eyes bulged as he felt a spasming, urgent twitching like nothing he had experienced before, and he looked down at his rigid erection to see it almost slapping against his belly with its frantic motions. It felt so good. Not a touch. Not a single tangible caress applied to it. But as it lurched and spurted thickening strings of pre- cum across his own torso and up into the air before painting it across the ground between his legs, Mewtwo wasn't even tempted to touch himself. All he wanted to do, all he longed to do, was keep feeling this way. All this pleasure, and all the memories of joy and laughter that he had worked for. That he had earned through his own good deeds as he opened up his heart to those around him.\n\nA shudder ran through the Psychic type's entire body as his thoughts drifted, and without even intending to, he found himself re-living another crystal clear memory. He was standing on the beach, and before him, Pidgeot was crying. Tears streamed down the huge bird Pokemon's feathered cheeks, and yet despite her sharp eyes and equally sharp beak, Mewtwo's heart soared with the knowledge that they were tears not of sorrow, but of giddy gratitude. She, like many of the other flying Pokemon who occupied New Island, weren't bound to its shores like so many. She had flown far and wide, and, on one of her journeys, she had met someone. A human. A human she wanted to return to. To see her again. To stay with, travel with, and to join her as a Pokemon partner.\n\nBut, she wasn't crying with joy because of the human.\n\nShe was crying with joy because when she had summoned up the courage to [i]tell[/i] Mewtwo, not to ask but simply to [b][i]inform[/i][/b] him that she was leaving, he hadn't gone stony faced and turned away. He hadn't warned her about the dangers of humanity's cruelty and evil. He had told her how happy he was for her. He had stepped forward, and he had planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before telling her that she could always return home if she wished, and that if she did, she was welcome to bring her new trainer with her, and she'd be every bit as welcome as Pidgeot herself.\n\nHe might have been the island's protector, the self-appointed guardian of all these precious, wonderful Pokemon and this paradise they inhabited together. But in that moment, she was the one who was so, so proud of [i]him[/i]. And her pride, her joy was so powerful that she couldn't help but weep, and throw back her head in one last crowing, cooing trill of sonorous, gleeful laughter.\n\nThe memory of that emotion wracked Mewtwo's heart and mind until he simply couldn't hold back any more. He chuckled. He grinned. He felt his body fall to its knees, both physical strength and Psychic reflexes deserting him in that instant, and threw his head back in a raucous, strangled cry of his own joyous mirth.\n\nHe had come so far.\n\nHe had achieved so, so much.\n\nHe was [b][i]happy[/i][/b], and he felt as though he truly [i]deserved[/i] that happiness, because it was born not from strife and hardship, but from the contentment, the satisfaction, and the elation of all those around him.\n\nCum erupted from the tip of Mewtwo's large, thick, uncontrollably twitching erection an instant\n\n later, as the Psychic Pokemon's cries of laughter carried on and on, and became intermingled with a booming wail of pure, unfathomable ecstasy. He couldn't control himself. He couldn't hold back. In that instant as joy and pleasure reached equal fever pitch within his body and mind, Mewtwo's Psychic abilities were unleashed to their full extent, and for a split-second he felt the minds of [u]every[/u] single Pokemon on the island. Not just his memories of them, not just crystal-clear impressions from specific moments. He felt what they were [i]feeling[/i], what they were thinking [b][i]now[/i][/b]. He felt what they had been thinking [b][i][u]before[/u][/i][/b]. It wasn't that he was trying to probe or specifically seek out information about himself, his brain was too fogged with pure [i]pleasure[/i] to do anything even close to that. But still as he felt all those minds connecting with his, he cried out at the top of his lungs yet again as he realized just how many of them were on some level thinking about him.\n\nAbout how grateful they were for this home he had provided them. About what a good guardian he was. What a good companion. An equal. A [i]friend[/i]. A beloved, [b][i]cherished[/i][/b] friend, who gave them so many reasons to spend so much of every day smiling from ear to ear, and just waiting for their next chance to see him again, so they could try and repay his kindness just a little by giving him reasons to smile too.\n\nCollapsing into a heap on his back, Mewtwo writhed and gurgled as he thrust upward in an ever increasing force, and painted his torso and open mouthed, wide eyed face with cum. He couldn't stop. The pleasure, the all-consuming ecstasy tied to his joy-kink. It just wouldn't stop. His toes curled. His thick tail thumped the soft earth. He grasped at handfuls of grass and dirt with his rounded fingertips, back arching, shaft still throbbing, spurting, flooding his mind with pleasure the likes of which all his intellect, all his study and observation of sexual behavior had left him utterly unprepared for.\n\nWas this what his redemption had been leading to? Was this his reward for having turned over a new leaf?\n\nEven as those questions danced fleetingly through his spinning, simultaneously Psychic vision filled and yet utterly blank, carefree mind though, Mewtwo knew the answer.\n\nHe didn't [b]care[/b].\n\nHe didn't need a reward. He didn't need this pleasure, this unbound, intoxicating ecstasy in order to continue his work.\n\nHe would do it regardless, because the Pokemon on this island - his dear [i]friends[/i], they all deserved it. They deserved to spend their entire lives relaxing, and playing, and laughing as every creature, Pokemon or otherwise, should ideally have been free to do.\n\nAnd yet... if by pursuing that goal with all his heart, he could feel this way again? If he could strive to make his friends' dreams come true day after day, and find his powerful, Psychically unparalleled brain filled with thoughts so vivid, and emotions so unbearably happy that he couldn't [i]help [/i]but drive his body to these heights of rapture, of physical, orgasmic release over, and over, and over again?\n\nMewtwo chuckled breathlessly as his orgasm finally began to wane, after several minutes of non- stop, almightily productive cumming. His body fell limp. He panted and lay there in the afternoon sun, glazed, painted from his thighs up with his own thick, hot strands of seed, and still able to feel his penis twitching as a final few rivulets of seed trickled down its deep pink shaft.\n\nIf he could make himself feel that way just by living this new path he had already chosen for himself?\n\n He closed his eyes and simply imagined such a life. He [i]shuddered[/i].\n\nHe gasped.\n\nHe arched his back as his freshly spent shaft began to suddenly and urgently twitch and pulse [i]once [/i][b][i]more.[/i][/b]\n\nHe grinned a goofy, blissed out visage of nirvana, grasped at two more clumps of lush grass in his trembling hands, and just like that, just like he had suspected... Mewtwo wailed as he immediately started cumming all over again.\n\nBy Jeeves\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Mewtwo's Reward


It had been just over a year since the day when Mewtwo, the most powerful of all Psychic Pokemon... perhaps the most powerful Pokemon there was in all the world, realized that he was wrong. Over a year since it had finally been proven to him once and for all that no matter what he had seen, what he had felt and experienced at the hands of certain humans, there were good people out there. Good people who wanted nothing more than to live in harmony and companionship with Pokemon, and Pokemon who cherished the humans in their lives every bit as much.

Since then, having undone the awful things he had put those humans through during the orchestration of his supposed revenge, Mewtwo had remained upon his island home with the Pokemon clones that he had created. But rather than plotting and brooding and planning the destruction of humankind, he had found other ways to occupy his time:

Flying high above the island with Charizard. Swimming the surrounding oceans with Blastoise. Basking in the sunshine upon a flower filled meadow with Venasaur. It was strange. Previously, his mind had always been whirling with thoughts. With rage and anxiety and paranoia; feelings which could only be quelled if he filled his mind with other plans, complex and intense designs that he had to work on every hour of every single day. But now, though there was far, far less to do in his life... Mewtwo felt as though every day was so much more full than before, and his mind so much less crowded with his own busy thoughts.

How was he meant to find time to be angry, when Pikachu and some of the other smaller Pokemon wanted him to teleport to the mainland to procure them a new beach ball after their old one had gotten popped by Sandslash's spines? How was he meant to spend so much time being anxious when Starmie's gem needed polishing, an effort which required he join her upon the golden sands? How was he meant to be paranoid when Meowth was the one asking him to join in a playful little prank the feline Pokemon wished to play on some of his friends, though really it wasn't so much a `prank' at all, as Meowth surprising them with a delicious meal of freshly picked island fruits and berries after acting as though he'd forgotten that he'd invited them to join him for a relaxed afternoon snack?

No, Mewtwo simply didn't have time for all those dark and depressing feelings of his past any longer. Not when there was so much to do. So many Pokemon to help live and enjoy their daily lives. Those past feelings were still part of him. Those experiences. Those memories. The regrets of how he had handled them. But, they truly were behind him now, and his future was so, so much brighter thanks to the lessons he had learned through those hardships. A future full of hope. Full of laughter and companionship, and quiet, relaxed days where an argument over which color pattern of a beach ball to choose... needless to say, Mewtwo had gotten Pikachu and the others both types in the end... was the most animated and intense subject of discussion to be heard.

And perhaps that was why, now that an entire year had passed of Mewtwo's new life and his hard work to develop and reinforce his new and vastly more positive attitude towards the world around him and the creatures within it, human and Pokemon alike, new feelings were beginning to stir deep within the almighty Psychic type. Or rather, feelings which as soon as they had begun to develop within his maturing body, way, way back when he was still in the lab, he had shut down and disregarded as foolish, useless, a waste of time and both physiological and mental energy.

Now though, as Mewtwo found himself with more time to let his mind wander, unburdened by the constant fury that had occupied him in times gone by, those mental seals he had placed on certain portions of his mind had clearly begun to relax along with the rest of him. Little by little, the powerful Pokemon began to notice certain... urges. Not any sort of overriding, all-consuming biological impulse that couldn't be controlled or simply ignored. Just, the kind of feelings which would arise seemingly unprompted at various moments, flitting through his brain as if simply wishing him to acknowledge their existence. Feelings which, strange and unfamiliar as they were, weren't unpleasant at all. Feelings which might have been distracting if he had been determined to remain ever edgy and brooding, without any reason to seek to enjoy any aspect of his existence, but which in his current life gave Mewtwo a new way to pass his time on those few and far between occasions when he wasn't assisting, playing with, or simply relaxing in the presence of the islands' countless other inhabitants.

At first, he really did just enjoy the feelings for what they were. The strange fluttering in his stomach. The way his heartbeat quickened. So many little hormonal shifts that he could have reached within himself and levelled out, but which if allowed to run their course began to provoke the weirdest, but most interesting and rather wonderful sensations throughout his body. And, of course, there was the most obvious physiological effect which occurred every single time those feelings began to manifest.

Over the course of several weeks, on a dozen or more occasions spread across that time, Mewtwo lounged under a tree, or in a quiet, secluded cove with his feet dangling and paddling in the water beyond a smooth rocky outcrop, or even resting on one of the soft beds that he had originally constructed for his human `guests'. He rested. He felt those feelings, and he simply looked down his body at the swollen, twitching length of his penis where it was protruding from the genital slit that was normally almost completely invisible upon the purple flesh of his torso's crotch. It was so fun, watching it twitch. Feeling it strain. Watching the way little droplets of translucent liquid began to bead at its tip, and then, if he left it long enough, to slowly but surely start dribbling down the shaft's length as he admired himself, and reveled in the sensations of desire, of biological sexual arousal.

Mewtwo knew of sex. He had researched all manner of biological processes when developing his advanced cloning techniques based on the flawed work of the lab which had created him, including sexual reproduction. Plus, upon the island with its many free spirited Pokemon inhabitants, he had encountered sexual behavior many times. Similarly, for that same reason, he knew of masturbation. He knew that it was entirely possible to achieve the desired result of his stiffened, aroused penis; an ejaculation, through many varieties of stimulation. But, he was in no rush. He still had so much more to experience, so much more to enjoy from just the act of being aroused, of acknowledging and drinking in the sensations of his erection. After all, physical contact was only one way to influence it to greater degrees of arousal and pleasurable sensation. The more time he spent with his arousal, the more Mewtwo realized that desire, that... horniness, as he had heard it referred to by other Pokemon, was like any other state of mind. Any other emotion. It was influenced by other feelings, and other thoughts that crossed his mind at the same time.

Thus, as more days passed by and in his free, personal time Mewtwo got to know his body and his stiffened, twitching, pre-cum dribbling cock in particular all the more intimately, the Psychic Pokemon tested out which thoughts and memories had the strongest effect on his sexual urges. It was no surprise that if he thought of sad things; of his regrets, his mistakes, the people and Pokemon alike whom he had hurt prior to undoing the damage in a quite literal sense by turning back the progression of the entire space-time continuum around himself, his arousal lessened. His penis softened and withdrew, and it took some time, time enough at least for those negative thoughts to be replaced by others, before he had any desire to experience such arousal again. But aside from those obvious darker thoughts and memories, Mewtwo was delighted to realize that a whole array of different thoughts could stir his libido in an ever more positive direction.

If he thought of sex, of course he reacted. His sharp mind remembered every instant of his life and what he had witnessed across its span with crystal clarity, so of all the encounters he had experienced, all the sex he had seen and heard occurring across the island, there wasn't a split- second of it he couldn't re-live like he was there all over again. The cries of the Pokemon involved. The intimate way their bodies moved together. The way they played, the way they laughed even in the midst of sex. It made him throb. It made him leak and ooze liberally. It made his heart race, and his fingers flex as though they were subtly preparing themselves to rise up and touch his own penis, though of course he resisted that urge entirely.

To Mewtwo's wonder though, it wasn't the simple sights, sounds, and even fantasies of sharing in such sexual experiences himself which propelled his arousal to the greatest heights. Of all the feelings he reacted to most strongly while thinking about sex, it was those light-hearted moments, the playful laughter and silliness which he had witnessed in passing as they occurred in the midst of more vigorous and driven sexual activity, indeed the delight of the Pokemon laughing and moaning in pleasure around him, which most intensely titillated his body and mind. And of course, it didn't take long after that for Mewtwo's mind to cross-check that variable, and to discover what truly, overwhelmingly and uncontrollably aroused him to unbearable extremes.

Happiness.

Joy.

Fun.

The Psychic Pokemon could feel his chest rising and falling faster than normal, his mouth open and his breathing louder, heavier, as he actively focused his mind on a different set of memories from the past year. Not the ones most closely tied to outright sexual activity, but instead, the memories of times when he had seen Pokemon at their most giddy and gleeful.

Pre-cum trickled down the underside of his wildly twitching, pulsing shaft as he recalled Blastoise's wide eyed and wondrous expression as while swimming under the sea with Mewtwo just weeks after the Psychic type's reformation had begun, they encountered a pod of Dewgong playing amidst a kelp bed. Blastoise had never gotten to play with other Pokemon before, and he had looked so nervous as he regarded Mewtwo, clearly seeking permission to even approach them. But when Mewtwo had not only nodded, but assured the powerful water type that he was free to stay and play with them for as long as he wished, Blastoise's smile had illuminated the entire ocean floor with its radiance. He had hugged the bubble of air formed around Mewtwo tightly, and with a dazzling grin, had hurried off to introduce himself to his new friends.

Smaller Pokemon clustered around Venasaur as the mighty grass type lay in the center of a meadow, casting shade over the others as they feasted on fresh fruit plucked by the vines of the large, third stage evolved Grass type. They had been playing in the summer sun for hours, and now they were all in need of a break. They all looked so peaceful. So content curled up, half draped over one another. And though Mewtwo had been standing some distance away just watching them, it hadn't taken long before the others had noticed him, and happily beckoned him over. Not just to talk with them, but to sit in the shade and relax with them in the cuddle pile. At first, Mewtwo had been reluctant. Much as he was trying to change, it had only been a month or so since he'd begun his attempts to change his ways, and he still wasn't all that familiar or comfortable with physical contact. All of a sudden though, the meadow was filled with the cries of dozens of Pokemon, all giggling, whooping, encouraging him to come over and sit with them. To try the fruit they were eating. To get out of the hot sun before he overheated himself. If their enthusiasm had been infectious then though, it had been overwhelming when he finally gave in and joined them. His ears had rung with their triumphant cries. His cheeks had burned hot as paws reached up to grab his and pull him down to the soft grass. That was probably the first time in Mewtwo's life where he had been unable to stop smiling, his cheeks aching as other Pokemon pressed in against him from all sides, just so very glad to have him there with them. And now, as he recalled the waves of emotion crashing over him, the pure, sincere, utterly unrestrained delight that they had felt as they realized he really was going to join in this time, after weeks and weeks of them trying so hard to help him relax, Mewtwo heard a loud groan escape his muzzle. His eyes bulged as he felt a spasming, urgent twitching like nothing he had experienced before, and he looked down at his rigid erection to see it almost slapping against his belly with its frantic motions. It felt so good. Not a touch. Not a single tangible caress applied to it. But as it lurched and spurted thickening strings of pre- cum across his own torso and up into the air before painting it across the ground between his legs, Mewtwo wasn't even tempted to touch himself. All he wanted to do, all he longed to do, was keep feeling this way. All this pleasure, and all the memories of joy and laughter that he had worked for. That he had earned through his own good deeds as he opened up his heart to those around him.

A shudder ran through the Psychic type's entire body as his thoughts drifted, and without even intending to, he found himself re-living another crystal clear memory. He was standing on the beach, and before him, Pidgeot was crying. Tears streamed down the huge bird Pokemon's feathered cheeks, and yet despite her sharp eyes and equally sharp beak, Mewtwo's heart soared with the knowledge that they were tears not of sorrow, but of giddy gratitude. She, like many of the other flying Pokemon who occupied New Island, weren't bound to its shores like so many. She had flown far and wide, and, on one of her journeys, she had met someone. A human. A human she wanted to return to. To see her again. To stay with, travel with, and to join her as a Pokemon partner.

But, she wasn't crying with joy because of the human.

She was crying with joy because when she had summoned up the courage to tell Mewtwo, not to ask but simply to inform him that she was leaving, he hadn't gone stony faced and turned away. He hadn't warned her about the dangers of humanity's cruelty and evil. He had told her how happy he was for her. He had stepped forward, and he had planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before telling her that she could always return home if she wished, and that if she did, she was welcome to bring her new trainer with her, and she'd be every bit as welcome as Pidgeot herself.

He might have been the island's protector, the self-appointed guardian of all these precious, wonderful Pokemon and this paradise they inhabited together. But in that moment, she was the one who was so, so proud of him. And her pride, her joy was so powerful that she couldn't help but weep, and throw back her head in one last crowing, cooing trill of sonorous, gleeful laughter.

The memory of that emotion wracked Mewtwo's heart and mind until he simply couldn't hold back any more. He chuckled. He grinned. He felt his body fall to its knees, both physical strength and Psychic reflexes deserting him in that instant, and threw his head back in a raucous, strangled cry of his own joyous mirth.

He had come so far.

He had achieved so, so much.

He was happy, and he felt as though he truly deserved that happiness, because it was born not from strife and hardship, but from the contentment, the satisfaction, and the elation of all those around him.

Cum erupted from the tip of Mewtwo's large, thick, uncontrollably twitching erection an instant

 later, as the Psychic Pokemon's cries of laughter carried on and on, and became intermingled with a booming wail of pure, unfathomable ecstasy. He couldn't control himself. He couldn't hold back. In that instant as joy and pleasure reached equal fever pitch within his body and mind, Mewtwo's Psychic abilities were unleashed to their full extent, and for a split-second he felt the minds of every single Pokemon on the island. Not just his memories of them, not just crystal-clear impressions from specific moments. He felt what they were feeling, what they were thinking now. He felt what they had been thinking before. It wasn't that he was trying to probe or specifically seek out information about himself, his brain was too fogged with pure pleasure to do anything even close to that. But still as he felt all those minds connecting with his, he cried out at the top of his lungs yet again as he realized just how many of them were on some level thinking about him.

About how grateful they were for this home he had provided them. About what a good guardian he was. What a good companion. An equal. A friend. A beloved, cherished friend, who gave them so many reasons to spend so much of every day smiling from ear to ear, and just waiting for their next chance to see him again, so they could try and repay his kindness just a little by giving him reasons to smile too.

Collapsing into a heap on his back, Mewtwo writhed and gurgled as he thrust upward in an ever increasing force, and painted his torso and open mouthed, wide eyed face with cum. He couldn't stop. The pleasure, the all-consuming ecstasy tied to his joy-kink. It just wouldn't stop. His toes curled. His thick tail thumped the soft earth. He grasped at handfuls of grass and dirt with his rounded fingertips, back arching, shaft still throbbing, spurting, flooding his mind with pleasure the likes of which all his intellect, all his study and observation of sexual behavior had left him utterly unprepared for.

Was this what his redemption had been leading to? Was this his reward for having turned over a new leaf?

Even as those questions danced fleetingly through his spinning, simultaneously Psychic vision filled and yet utterly blank, carefree mind though, Mewtwo knew the answer.

He didn't care.

He didn't need a reward. He didn't need this pleasure, this unbound, intoxicating ecstasy in order to continue his work.

He would do it regardless, because the Pokemon on this island  -  his dear friends, they all deserved it. They deserved to spend their entire lives relaxing, and playing, and laughing as every creature, Pokemon or otherwise, should ideally have been free to do.

And yet... if by pursuing that goal with all his heart, he could feel this way again? If he could strive to make his friends' dreams come true day after day, and find his powerful, Psychically unparalleled brain filled with thoughts so vivid, and emotions so unbearably happy that he couldn't help but drive his body to these heights of rapture, of physical, orgasmic release over, and over, and over again?

Mewtwo chuckled breathlessly as his orgasm finally began to wane, after several minutes of non- stop, almightily productive cumming. His body fell limp. He panted and lay there in the afternoon sun, glazed, painted from his thighs up with his own thick, hot strands of seed, and still able to feel his penis twitching as a final few rivulets of seed trickled down its deep pink shaft.

If he could make himself feel that way just by living this new path he had already chosen for himself?

 He closed his eyes and simply imagined such a life. He shuddered.

He gasped.

He arched his back as his freshly spent shaft began to suddenly and urgently twitch and pulse once more.

He grinned a goofy, blissed out visage of nirvana, grasped at two more clumps of lush grass in his trembling hands, and just like that, just like he had suspected... Mewtwo wailed as he immediately started cumming all over again.

By Jeeves

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