Forewarning: The content of these chapters are not suitable for anyone under the age of 16. If you are under the age of 16, you should probably close this window/tab. Thanks.

Hey, everyone! Due to the intense lack of a Pokemon lemon collection [that I actually like], I decided to take it upon myself to start my own, and share these various pairings with you. Please note that I do not claim to be an excellent writer, nor am I against improvement, so all of these stories may be complete bunk, but let's just hope that isn't that case! :D

This collection will contain pairings between Pokemon, and between Pokemon and humans. These sorts of things don't really bother me, but I'm letting you know before you scroll down that if you don't like these kinds of stories, I am in no way, shape or form forcing you to read them. I will not tolerate any flaming. Awesome! Now that's we've got that out of the way, I'd like to leave off by saying that this is not meant to be an endless collection of requests, but feel free to post what you have in mind, and I may get around to it. No OCs, no rape (reluctance is a'ight), no baby/young Pokemon (Oddish, Igglybuff, Cleffa, etc.), and not impossible size pairings (AshxLugia... enough said). If your request does not have any of the aforementioned things and it's something interesting, don't be surprised if your request is written! Not guaranteeing that anyone's request will be written, but ideas are always nice!

Anyway, just a sample of the kinds of works I do, which is lazily edited, so don't sue me. Enjoy. ;D

Mew glanced around at the forest growth that surrounded her on the ground, breathing heavily as she tried to cool down from the extended amount of flying she had done all day. Without much of a choice in the matter, she had landed in a dense forest, her weary body begging for a rest. Mew cursed her lack of stamina that always seemed to dwindle around this special time of the year. She had only been flying for two days, and already she felt fatigue consuming her.

And at just the perfect time, she thought, scowling. She looked up at the sky, searching for the looming and eerie presence of her one and only mate – him. Being made of the same DNA, they were scientifically made for each other. Well, he was made for her. Mew, being able to shift to take on any form she pleased, was free to mate with literally any Pokémon she desired if she was desperate enough for release. He, however, was different. He was only compatible with her, and instinctively sought her out during the mating season. Mew couldn't stand it. He was ruthless – controlling, cruel, and brutal. She hated the power he held over her, using his powers to bind her in place as he had his way with her for a quick release of the tension that builds from not mating. Mew, however, was never satisfied or separated from the constant burn, and usually ended up pleasuring herself with whatever was available.

Just thinking about her burning need to mate broke Mew's will.

Mew floated feebly over to a tree, lowering herself until she was on the ground, her back leaning against the wide trunk. This way, she got a full view of her throbbing and aching slit, and eagerly snaked her tail over to her opening. She vaguely realized how bad this might look to him, but didn't care or have enough self-restraint to stop. With only a slight pause, she plunged half of her oar-shaped tail into herself, sighing as a flush of pleasure crept into her. The quick burst of relief she got made her mew her name quietly, and she evenly started her ministrations. She began a rhythm of pumping her tail in and out, relaxing instantly as the burn in her pussy started to subside and get replaced by intense pleasure. She moaned loudly with nearly every push of her tail, arching her back as the ground quickly became damp with her juices. The moans soon turned into screams, and she used one hand to pinch and rub her clit frantically, twisting it occasionally - she couldn't tell pain from pleasure at this point. Her tail moved at lightning speed in and out of her, the bliss of satisfying her need nearly unbearable to Mew as she yelled unintelligible sounds and mangled words into the humid air. Her fur became damp by the quick movements of her whole body, and a shiny film covered her from head to toe. With one last pump of her tail, her walls clamped down on herself. She let out one last ear-piercing shriek of her name as she came all over the forest floor, shuddering and writhing as a steady flow of juices poured out of her.

For once, she felt somewhat satisfied during the mating season, but realized that there was still a dull urge to hump anything that moved. She figured that she could live with that for a bit, since the real burning pain had dimmed enough for her to rest comfortably. Just as she was about to drift off into a peaceful sleep, she froze. A shadow loomed over her, replacing the dappled sunlight that had previous rested on her fur with darkness. She fearfully noted that all the usual bright chitter-chatter of forest life had ceased completely, and only the deep, slow panting of the creature behind her could be heard. Breathing erratically, Mew turned around slowly, and realized that her nightmare had come true - Mewtwo had found her. Before she saw anything else, her eyes instantly locked onto the huge, throbbing erection that the Psychic Pokémon before her sported. Even seeing the 10-inch long monster for a moment was enough to make her shudder with fright.

"Mew." Her eyes snapped up to look at Mewtwo's face, which was as stony as always. Mewtwo's hands clenched an unclenched with… restraint? "It is time." Mew wondered why Mewtwo was so plainly announcing what he came for.

Mew sighed, and looked away from him, expecting their annual routine. "Well," she whispered meekly. "Get it over with." She knew a fight would probably be futile, and would just end up with her coming out worse for wear – as always. She closed her eyes and waited for the constricting binding sensation of Mewtwo's psychic powers to consume her. When seconds passed by, and she felt nothing – not a lick – of his psychic power, she opened one eye tentatively, wondering what was up. She was surprised to see that Mewtwo's expression had… softened in a way. He didn't hold the rigid stance of domination. Just… contemplation, wich wasn't something she had ever recognized on his face before.

"Why do you never enjoy my advances?" Mew was nonetheless shocked that she wasn't being forcibly screwed right now. The shock was rapidly replaced with sheer anger, despite being afraid of him.

"Why? Why, Mewtwo? You're just a fucking savage!" Mew hardly ever used foul language, and was actually known for her polite manner of speaking. "Year after year after year, you seek me out, and just ruthlessly have your way with me. You bind me without hesitation under your powers, and I always end up bleeding or broken or both by the end of it. I hate being your mate." She spat the last word at him, as if it were laced with poison. Judging by his still-neutral expression, she doubted he even heard or cared about what she had just said. Typical, she thought. Who was she to think he would give a damn about what she felt? Just as she was about to try to get away for the umpteenth time, turning, she heard two hardly audible small words whisper in the back of her mind: I'm sorry. Mew wheeled back around to find Mewtwo's head bent slightly, kneeling on one knee. She absentmindedly wondered how uncomfortable he was, considering he still had a huge hard-on. "What did you say?" She couldn't believe it. Mewtwo - the Mewtwo - was apologizing to her? It was almost too good to be true.

"I'm sorry, Mew." He looked up at her, and a foreign emotion played on his face: remorse. "You are my mate, Mew. I am yours." The truth of his words brought the desire to mate up again, but she wouldn't give in.

"A mate doesn't force the other to mate with them. You never give me enough time to be comfortable with… mating with you. It's painful, and awful."

Mewtwo said nothing for a few seconds, mirroring her neutral expression. Finally, he sighed, and said, "I know. You may think that I never cared, Mew, but… I always did. Seeing the pained expression on your face the first time…" He made a noise that seemed to stifle a sob, and Mew couldn't help but sympathize at seeing the pained expression Mewtwo wore himself. Did this creature have a heart? "I tried to ignore it; just easily take you every time, keeping the relationship - if that- as a strict mating basis. But I couldn't stand to see you hurt, so I shut myself up in secluded areas, until the desire drags me out. Please, Mew. What do I have to do to make it up to you?" This new, unrealistic Mewtwo stunned Mew more than anything else.

"Well… just… stop forcing me to mate with you! If I don't want to, I don't want to!" She crossed her arms, wearing a mask of indifference to Mewtwo's plea. As soon as she did that and resolved to ignore him, Mewtwo got down on both of his knees and crawled along the ground to Mew. "Please, Mew. I'm begging. I can't mate with anyone else… and I honestly don't want to hurt you anymore." Since Mewtwo was on the ground, he easily came face-to-face with Mews still-puffy slit. Mewtwo eyed her opening, and decided how he could soften Mew up to the idea of mating with him.

Using his head, he nudged Mew's stomach, making her back up a bit. "Hey! What are you doing?" Mew feebly tried to push him away with her psychic as his tongue darted how to give Mew a slow, long lick on her entrance. Mewtwo resisted the force of her defenses, giving her another lick. She involuntarily moaned, falling on her ass and scooting back into a tree. "Stop it Mewtwo…" she tried to say, but was instantly quieted as Mewtwo gave her another lick, gently resting his hands on her hips. His instincts had taken over, and he took lick after lick of her glorious pussy. It was sweet, he noticed, and instantly craved more of the juices that started flowing out of her.

Mew took ragged breaths, reveling at the sight of Mewtwo eating her out - a very heavenly sight, indeed. His tongue was slightly rough, adding to the pleasure she was receiving from his ministrations. She mewled without restraint, encouraging Mewtwo to dip his tongue into her, which released a new wave of juices. He lapped it up like a dog, her sweet honey driving him mad with just as much lust Mew was feeling. His pressed his head in further, nearly burying his face in her pussy. His tongue snaked right back inside of her, and he used it to fuck her. Though Mewtwo didn't expect it, Mew's small paws went to the top of his head, pressing him deeper into her. Mewtwo couldn't help but feel a little smug at the fact that Mew was moaning and mewling because of him - the "fucking savage" - for once. He had never heard sweeter music to his ears as his mate finally accepted him.

Mewtwo could tell by the increased rhythm of her breathing and heartbeat and the way she clutched his head that she was getting close. Mewtwo ramped up the tempo, occasionally dragging his teeth over her super-sensitive clit to nip it lightly, which always resulted in Mew frantically attempting to hump his face as she grew clsoer to the edge. With one last dip of Mewtwo's tongue, she tightened around his face, moaning loudly as a fresh wave of her juices washed over his tongue and front. He sucked and slurped them all up greedily, removing himself from her slit when he was done. They both panted from the heat of the moment. Mewtwo tentatively glanced at Mew, gauging her reaction to his unannounced advances.

Mew was still, thinking. With a sigh, she knew what she would do. Without a word, she went to her paws and knees, revealing herself completely to Mewtwo. "Take me... Mewtwo." Mewtwo was shocked to say the least. After all the pain and destruction he had caused her... she was willing to trust him? He slowly made his way over to her, kneeling and resting a hand lightly on her back. "Are you… sure?" After a moment's hesitation, Mew nodded with certainty, wiggling her hips for emphasis. Mewtwo nodded, grabbing her hips firmly, but gently, too. He brought his dick to her entrance, and without too much of a pause, slowly slid it in.

She had expected the "monster" to feel, well, monstrous, as usual. Mew noticed that this actually - for once - felt… good, and mewed to encourage Mewtwo, though it wasn't all for show. She pressed herself into him, and Mewtwo took that as initiation. He slowly pumped in and out of her, grunting softly as he moved around to adjust – she was so tight! If it wasn't for her plentiful juices, he doubted he would have been able to get inside of her without pain in the first place. Before, he was doing it just to get off, but this… this was making love. He moved in and out of his mate with ease after he grew accustomed to Mew, her juices lubrication enough. They both seemed to moan and groan simultaneously as they made love.

Mew couldn't believe how absolutely consumed with bliss she was. It felt amazing! She found that if she clinched down on Mewtwo's dick, that he went crazy, and all the pleasure increased in her already-tight pussy. She found herself moaning and screaming his and her name as the thrusts became harder and faster. Her sounds became mangled and difficult to comprehend the longer they went on.

Mewtwo loved the feeling of being surrounded my Mew's hot cavern, the tightness gripping him harder occasionally. She fit just like a glove as he pumped surely in and out. Just as Mew was calling his name, he shouted hers, too. Within just minutes, they were going so fast that the dull thumps of their sweaty bodies meeting could be heard loud and clear in the forest. The pleasure that they both felt heightened just to the point of going over the edge, as they both met each other one last time, Mewtwo shouted and came, shooting a steady jet of come in Mew. Mew clamped down firmly onto Mewtwo, milking him thoroughly of all the he had, making sure to receive every last drop of it. Mew shuddered, releasing her juices, too, and they collapsed in a large puddle on the forest floor.

The pair remained connected for a couple of minutes, enjoying the warm feeling of their body sticking to together, both slick with sweat. After a while, Mewtwo finally slid out of Mew, still panting. "I… I love you." He breathed, wrapping his mate tenderly in his arms, and gauging her reaction. Mew hesitated at first, and finally snuggled back into his embrace, whispering, "I love you, too. I am yours, Mewtwo."

The response that came from Mewtwo seemed almost instinctual. "And I am yours."

They lay down together in the dappled sunlight that faded as the sun started to set. Mewtwo and Me both fell into a gentle slumber, comforted in the safety of their lover's arms.

Hope you enjoyed the story. I'll write more eventually, but I might be tempted to upload the next chapter if there are more reviews... :3

And for those of you that don't know or suspect something, I did upload this a while ago, but removed it. Then, I did an overhaul, because I have more time on my hands. So, don't be alarmed