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This story was written for Phenoixx as a birthday gift from V. It contains F/Solo activities involving a consenting adult and fantasy sexiness involving paw-play. :3

A Forgotten Friend, Found

"Oh god..."

Clover raised a hand to her muzzle, the doe letting slip a soft gasp as her heart skipped a beat and uncontrollably she felt tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh my god, mom... where did you... oh fuck."

The deer's free hand reached into the box her mother had sent over as a little housewarming gift; some memories of where Clover had come from in order to make her first apartment feel a little more like home. She had expected to be hit with a few right hooks and uppercuts of sentiment, and thus far hadn't been disappointed. The drawings she remembered so proudly finishing and having stuck on the fridge when she was just four or five. The compilation CD of pop music from the late nineties. A little notepad full of some of the recipes that all through her life Clover had only ever tasted after her mother had cooked them. They were the sweetest and most thoughtful gifts. But none of them compared to what the doe now found herself holding in her hand, lifting up into the air and staring at through tearful eyes.

The funny thing was, even Clover's mother couldn't possibly have known just how much this particular item meant to the doe. Sure, the plush Mewtwo toy had sat on her bedside table from when she was ten right up to the day it went missing when she was just getting ready to head off to college. And from how devastated Clover had been when she'd lost it, not to mention the number of nights it had slipped off the bedside table and into the doe's arms right through her teenage years, her mother must have known that it meant more to her than just another stuffed animal. But the truth... the truth had never left Clover's head. Just how much Mewt had meant to her, and how much it had broken the doe's heart when like some careless idiot, she'd lost that precious, sweet little thing that had offered her so much warmth, comfort, and love through some of the toughest times of her life.

Wiping the tears from her vision as she drew the toy close to her body, whimpering as she lowered her head and inhaled, its scent slightly musty from age but heart-wrenchingly familiar at the same time, Clover dipped her tear stained hand back into the box and pulled out the note that had been sitting atop the stuffed pokemon. She read it in a daze, trembling from head to toe and pressing the mewtwo tighter to her pounding chest with each passing second.

'_Clover,

I was in the attic looking for a box or trunk or something to pack these gifts into, and look who I found. How long did we spend looking for Mewt? Days? Weeks? I know you were still looking around for him when you came home for your first Christmas. But in all that time, we never thought to check the blue trunk. The one your father and I put all your high school stuff in. All your awards and old textbooks and stuff you said you probably wouldn't need once you went off to college, but didn't want to throw away. We're so sorry, dear. We have no idea how Mewt got in there. But, we've found them now. It may be a few years too late, and you might not have the same soft spot for them that you used to. But still, at least Mewt is back with you now, and you can decide what you want to do with them.

All the love in the world,

Mom and Dad._ '

Clover dropped the letter, and sobbed. She clutched the Mewtwo tightly against her with both arms now, pulling it up and pressing her face into it as she bawled like a child.

"Mewt. Oh god... Mewt, I'm so sorry. I'm so... so... so fucking sorry. I can't believe I abandoned you. C-can't believe I stopped looking. Goddammit, what's wrong with me? I loved you so much... I missed you so much, how did I ever let myself believe you were just gone?!"

Before Clover knew it, she was running. Away from the kitchen table upon which the box of housewarming gifts still stood half full. Out of the room, down the hallway, and into her bedroom. Still weeping and sniffling sorrowfully she slammed the door shut, feeling exactly like a distraught and emotional teenager all over again. She flung herself down on the bed, crawling into the centre of the large double mattress that was just for her, and curled up on her side. Her large ears twitched with each wrenching cry of sorrow, but also of joy and relief as she wrapped her whole body around the plushie that was barely bigger than her head. Her hoofed feet kicked and twitched in continued frustration, and Clover felt an impulse that she hadn't felt since the end of middle school; the desire to butt her stubby horns into the nearest wall.

She was so glad, so overwhelmingly happy to have Mewt back. To know that they were safe and well. But how... how had she ever let the plush toy get lost in the first place, never mind staying lost for all these years when they had been sitting practically above her head whenever she visited home. What would Mewt think of her? How angry would the plush pokemon be?

"C'mon, horns for brains... what kind of question is that?"

Clover's eyes widened, and she let slip a soft, childlike whimper of wonder. Carefully she pulled the plush toy out from where it was resting against her t-shirt, nestled in the curve of her breasts. She looked into those dark, brooding button eyes upon their face, and whispered mournfully.

"Horns for brains. You always called me that, even though I said I hated it."

Mewt didn't move, but still it laughed. it smiled, and it shook its head, all while remaining perfectly still within the doe's grasp.

"You said you hated it, yeah. But really, you only hated it when other people called you it. When they made fun of your stubby, bony little nubs. When I said it though? When I teased you and called you names, you actually liked it. Because you knew I wasn't being mean. You knew I was just teasing... trying to take the power away from those names, by making you love it when I said them."

The grown up deer nodded, her cheeks flushing as she did so in full awareness of the fact that she was talking to her imaginary friend. But then, she'd known they were imaginary right from the start, and had never tried to pretend or even imagine otherwise. That hadn't made Mewt mean any less to her, or made her feel any less reassured and comforted by how the stuffed pokemon felt about her.

"Yeah. But... that doesn't help me now. B-because... I know how you feel right now. I know how you feel about me forgetting you. Abandoning you. I like that... t-that you hate me, exactly as much as I hate myself right now for ever letting a day go by where I didn't think about you, or where you might have gone."

The plush pokemon didn't react physically. How could it have? But still, Clover could feel the curiosity and surprise within Mewt as it murmured with wonder.

"Huh... that's... weird."

Clover sniffled, blinked some fresh tears out of her eyes, and rolled over onto her back. She pulled herself upright with an unceremonious grunt, and sat the toy in her lap as she looked down at it.

"What is?"

Mewt paused for a moment, considering how to word the rather complex idea that even it didn't really understand. Then, with a deep lack of breath, it said the one thing that Clover couldn't possibly have expected. Something other than what she knew to be true about how it, the figment of her own imagination, was feeling.

"You should be right. I should be feeling what you tell me to feel. But... I'm not. I'm not angry with you, Clo-clo. Maybe a little pissed at your mom and dad for getting me lost. Sad that you never found me, and that I had to miss all the time between the last time you held me in your arms and now. But, angry? No way. I love you, Clover. With all my stuffing, I love you. And... I could never be mad at you, no matter how much you want me to be."

Doe and stuffed toy stared at each other in mutual awe for a short while. Clover's mind was racing, but she wasn't sure what to say. Thus, in a role with which they were all too familiar, Mewt tried to put the cervine lady's thoughts into a coherent stream of words.

"Maybe... and don't quote me on this, you're no expert. But, maybe it's because you're older now. Smarter, but... dumber too. How long's it been since you used your imagination? And I mean really used it. Like, action figures in the backyard pool used it. Spider Man saving Barbie from that weird Wasp Alien toy you had while the whole city was being drowned by an unexpected summer flood. That kind of imagination. Probably about the same time as you lost me, right?"

Clover nodded, her eyes getting wider, but still clouded with confusion and woe over her certainty that on some level, Mewt simply had to hate her for what she'd done... or hadn't done to find them.

"Think about it this way. Your best friend from high school... if you'd met them the day after graduation, you'd probably be able to guess what kind of mood they were in just by looking at them. You'd be able to take an educated stab at what they'd eaten for breakfast. What classes they had that day. All sorts of stuff from their life. But now, years later, you probably wouldn't have a clue about their day to day if you ran into them on the street. It's the same with me, Clover. I may still be your imaginary friend, but you're old enough now to know that if you don't hang out with someone for a few years, you lose touch. Your feelings for them might still be exactly the same, but what you know about them is outdated. And apparently, in the years since we last hung out? I... the part of your subconscious you turn to for guidance, for help, for comfort at times when you're mad or lonely or horny or just plain confused, has grown up more than you realise."

Mewt chuckled as the doe realised that she wasn't crying any more. That she was smiling, and blushing, and practically on the verge of giggling. The mewtwo sighed happily.

"I'm not mad at you because deep down you're mature enough not to want to be mad at yourself. And all you need is a reason to rationalise that knowledge. A reason like your imaginary friend coming back to chat with you after all these years, and telling you that they don't forgive you, because you never needed forgiving. All you need... just like always, is a big ol' hug, from a tiny lil' pokemon!"

With a whimper equal parts happy and filled with sorrow and regret for the time they'd lost, Clover hugged Mewt tightly. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight that spots of colour flashed in front of them, and focused all her subconscious effort into feeling like Mewt was cuddling her back.

"God, Mewt... I missed you so much. Through that first semester of college, I spent so many nights wishing you were there with me. Not just through the bad things, but... through all of it. It was like being a teenager showing up at a new high school all over again. Sure the people were nicer overall, but there were still jerks. Still idiots. Still the same combination of stuff happening to make me angry, lonely, horny, confused... all of that and more, and without you it was like the part of my brain that knew how to deal with all that stuff was locked off, and I had no idea where the key was."

The pokemon let Clover hold it and let Clover pour her heart out to it as she clutched Mewt tightly in her arms. When she was done though, once the doe had fallen silent and just lay there holding onto her plush friend, it chuckled softly.

"Wait... go back there a second. I get the others, but... you didn't know how to deal with being horny? Coz not to tell you what you should and shouldn't know, Clover, but I'm fairly sure you figured that one out a long time before college."

Clover giggled. Mewt always knew just what to say to make her laugh, even if she found her cheeks glowing with embarrassment as she did so.

"Shut up Mewt..."

The plush toy laughed back, and the doe felt her pink cheeks becoming brighter and brighter red as her stuffed companion fired back at her less than witty reaction.

"You're telling me to shut up, when I'm your imaginary friend. So that means you want yourself to shut up, right? Which means I can keep on talking. About how I know you're the one that's thinking about being horny, back in college, back before I went missing, even now. You're thinking about all the times I helped you out over the years. All the bedtimes we shared, and the mornings. And the summer afternoons. And the..."

The doe squealed with laughter, lifting Mewt up into the air with one arm and staring at him with a bashful smile.

"Okay, okay. I get it."

The toy's glassy eyes stared back at her, and inside her mind Clover could feel Mewt's grin spreading wider and wider.

"I don't think you do, Clover. But let me spell it out. You were mad at yourself, but you're not any more. And now you're all worked up, heart racing and adrenaline pumping through your body. And all that emotion, all that feeling and all those hormones are being channelled into a different place. The kind of place that wants me to call you a horny girl... and not have anything to do with the nubs on your head."

Clover opened her muzzle to issue one final denial, but before she could do so the stuffed animal looking down at her delivered a fatal blow to her attempts at lying to herself.

"And if you want to stop pretending and take my word for it, look down. Look down, and tell me why you've only been holding me with one arm for the last few minutes. What's your other hand up to, Clover? And I wonder, is it in any way connected to my still wanting to call you a horny, horny, horny girl with extra horny on top."

The doe glanced away from Mewt for the first time in quite a while, and looked down over the gentle curve of her breasts to between her legs. She whimpered bashfully, and gasped at what she saw there. Her free hand wasn't so free after all. It was resting between her legs, already having unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her trousers and slipped into the fabric of her panties. As she became aware of it, a wave of pleasure swamped Clover out of nowhere, and she gasped breathlessly as her trembling fingers felt themselves grinding and caressing the swollen nub of her clit.

"Oh... oh god, Mewt..."

There was no denying it now. No avoiding or hiding from it. All this time, Clover had been trying not to think about that part of her relationship with her imaginary friend. The part which had indeed gotten her through countless tough times as a teenager, and that she had desperately and selfishly missed almost more than their advice and kindness and sense of humour. Her deeply intimate, openly sexual relationship with that silly stuffed Mewtwo. A relationship that she had only ended because they had gone missing, and one that although she had trained herself looked back on with embarrassment and as nothing more than an example of youthful foolishness, had only been dismissed because it hurt so much to keep her happy memories of it alive.

At least, until now. Until her reunion with Mewt, and the realisation that if she and it wished to rekindle their relationship, there was only one thing standing in their way. The limits of her own imagination.

Setting Mewt down just briefly on the edge of her bed, Clover found herself rather bashful as she slipped out of her trousers. Given that she had spent a good portion of her time alone in this apartment walking around nude simply because she could that seemed rather silly, but then, she wasn't alone here any more. She was being watched. Being admired, being mentally undressed even quicker than she was physically removing her clothes.

"God... you're more beautiful than I remembered."

Clover shuddered as she heard Mewt's voice in her head, their tone a little deeper than before, more seductive and tender. She giggled as she kicked off her trousers and began to fumble with her t-shirt, casting that aside soon after and falling back to the bed in just her underwear. Rolling over onto her side, the doe looked at the plush Mewtwo and felt it looking back at her. She blushed, smiling uncontrollably.

"How come you can compliment me, and I feel touched rather than narcissistic?"

Mewt chuckled.

"The brain is a wonderfully complex thing, Clover. It can draw lines in the sand wherever it needs to. So, I can surprise you, but still you hear everything I think as it comes into my head. You can compliment yourself through me, but believe deep down that it's not just you trying to make yourself feel better, it's truly how I would feel about you, if I was a flesh and blood person. And, to be frank, I can tell that you're trying to delay taking off your underwear by engaging me in philosophical existentialism... because you're scared and humiliated by just how much a grown woman like you wants to take off all your clothes, take me in your hands again, and rub me against your pussy until you cum harder than any orgasm you've given yourself in years."

Clover could have argued. She could have tried to continue fighting her urges, but the more she was reminded by Mewt just how easily they could pick apart her defences and knock down her innermost walls, the more she wanted to let them.

Off came her bra. Off came her panties. The doe sat naked, blushing and covering herself like a virgin in front of her first boyfriend... which was, in fact, what Mewt had essentially been during her teenage years. It was only when it asked her to, when its soft and tender voice rumbled soothingly at the inside of Clover's mind, that she uncovered herself and revealed her body to Mewt in all its glory.

"I forgot how shy you could be. But... have you forgotten how confident you can be?"

Maybe she had. But she could learn again. With Mewt at her side, she could do anything. Showing off her naked form to the stuffed animal, Clover giggled happily as at long last she reached out and grabbed it from where it was sitting and watching her. She rolled over onto her back, and without having to worry about mom or dad or anything else disturbing her, she shamelessly lifted her legs, spread them apart, and lowered the Mewtwo plushie between them. Mewt's right foot, that was the spot that had always started things. The plushie's feet were adorable, and every bit as enticing to Clover as the first time she'd encountered them. She whined at the back of her throat as their foot brushed between the lips of her pussy, and in her mind their toes wiggled softly, teasing apart the swollen folds of flesh and pushing just a small way into the warm wetness of Clover's pussy.

Though they started off slow, Mewt careful not to push Clover too far too fast, it wasn't long before the doe felt herself gripping tighter and tighter at her lover's body, wordlessly urging them to give her more. Mewt's foot slipped out of her tight passage and rose up, their toes teasingly caressing at her clit, back and forth, back and forth until the doe let loose a bellowing cervine groan of pleasure, demanding more still.

"You never used to ask. You liked being the dominant one. In control, taking what you wanted from the pokemon who adored you."

No sooner had Mewt reminded their lover of that fact, the stuffed animal was lying on their back. They stared up with fixed intensity as Clover straddled them, settling down over their soft plush body and beginning to grind against their lush fluffy exterior. Deep groans from Mewt rang in Clover's head, and her own moans filled the bedroom as for the first time in her life, she held nothing back with this gorgeous creature. There was no-one around to catch her. No-one to judge her or humiliate her. It was just her. No, it was just them. And together they were going to bring the house down, if that was what it took to make up for all those years of lost intimacy and pleasure.

"God... I missed you."

Was that Mewt speaking to Clover, or Clover to Mewt? The doe honestly didn't know, nor did she care. It was true regardless, they had both missed this so much. The feel of fluff against flesh. The joy Mewt gained from giving pleasure, and the bliss Clover felt from receiving it in such frantic abundance. As she rode and wriggled against the stuffed toy under her pussy, she couldn't believe how much money she'd spent over the past few years on toys. Dildos, vibrators, massagers. Striving to recapture a feeling long lost, but which at the time she wouldn't let herself think about. And all the time, it had been this. Not the physical sensation of masturbating this particular way, but the rush of feeling that came with it. The believe. The certainty. The giddy joy that came from Clover's complete knowledge that Mewt was imaginary, and the fact that by embracing it she was able to look past it. So what it wasn't alive like she was. So long as they were together, she could make Mewt be alive. She could make it love and feel and be in every sense that mattered emotionally speaking, and in return, it could make her feel like she wasn't lying alone in bed, masturbating with a stuffed animal.

Clover wasn't alone. She was with her lover. With the pokemon of her dreams, returned into her arms at long last. And there was no denying it, no hiding from it or even delaying the simple truth. With every stroke and grinding push down against their body, Clover was certain that this wasn't just going to be a one time thing. No simple reminder of a past time, before she moved on with her life and set her former favourite stuffed toy on a chair in the corner of her room. Once again it was her and Mewt against the world. The two of them braving all things, facing all adversity, and at the doe's slightest whim, falling into bed together with a single, solitary goal.

Making Clover scream.

Making Clover cum. Making her close her eyes and picture Mewt lapping up her juices as she soaked its face with her ejaculate, only for the pokemon to lie back and allow Clover to lick and kiss adoringly at its cute little feet as she recovered.

"Do it..."

The doe wailed happily as she heard Mewt growl tenderly to her.

"Stop thinking about it, stop wishing for it, and do it, Clover. Cum for me. Soak me. Scream for me so the neighbours know exactly what kind of woman you can be, and then beg me to let you suck on my toes."

Clover rocked forwards, no longer humping at the plushie's soft body but grinding her clit against the protruding, firmer surface of it's face. A ragged, ear-splitting cry of bliss escaped her. A flood of juices unlike anything she'd made herself produce for almost half a decade began to gush out from her convulsing pussy, and with her eyes rolling back into her head as she pictured Mewt gurgling and slurping its way through her orgasm with a satisfied, rather smug grin on their face, Clover toppled forward. She landed face first in her pillows, and lay there, humping and cumming on her favourite plush toy, right up until the moment she passed out.

By the time Clover regained consciousness, or at least at the point where her brain began recording memories again, she was lying on her back. She wasn't breathless any more, so at least a couple of minutes had passed since the end of her orgasm, but the warmth and gentle throbbing of her orgasmic afterglow was still in effect. Beneath her tufted tail, the doe could feel a substantial wet patch on her bed, but rather than being embarrassed or worried about ruining her brand new sheets, she just giggled. She giggled, and nuzzled at the adorable plush foot resting directly in front of her face.

"God... Mewt. That was... fuck. Did I forget how to orgasm all those years? Have I been stopping short every time or something, because... did I mention, fuck!"

The doe's tongue extended, and she licked at the base of the plushie's foot. She giggled again. It was wet, its fluffy plush coat matted over a substantial portion of its body with her juices, and tasting just like them too. It laughed, ticklish as ever at the contact between toes and tongue, and Clover wiggled it slightly within her arms, making Mewt thrash and squirm as it relished the playful and yet somehow even more intimate post orgasmic contact.

"Ahh... hey, Clover?"

Mid way through a bout of suckling upon the entirety of her plushie's left foot, the doe cocked an eyebrow and murmured a muffled, plush-filled...

"Mhhhn?"

Mewt remained silent for a moment, then asked what was on its mind; what at least on some level Clover was thinking about.

"Y'know how you think we need to have a talk about whether it's okay for grown ups to have imaginary friends? Someone fake that they look forward to coming home to and fucking at the end of a long hard day at work?"

Again, still through her tender and shamelessly erotic nuzzling, licking and slurping at the plushie's feet, the doe answered.

"Mmmhmm?"

Mewt moaned as the doe swapped feet unexpectedly, barely managing to keep its own arousal in check as it revelled in the intense ticklish and loving affection to its feet.

"Can we skip it? Can we please... please just say fuck society, fuck convention, and... well, basically fuck everything? Can't you just keep imagining that I'm talking to you like this, and not worry about whether it's weird or a coping mechanism or... or anything more than what we want it to be?"

More urgently and giddily, Clover moaned once again.

"Mmmhmm!"

Mewt laughed, and if it could have, it would have thrown its arms around Clover and kissed her. Instead, the doe lowered the plushie down to her face and pecked it on the lips instead as it whispered temptingly into her ear.

"In that case... how about we celebrate not giving a fuck, by giving a fuck. Ride me again, Clover. Fuck me again, and don't stop until you're ready to fall asleep with me in your arms."

Clover's cheeks flushed. Again? So soon? She never did that. Her body wouldn't let her. It was too sensitive. Painfully so.

And yet...

Carefully, the hand clutching at Mewt trembling as it descended her body, Clover started rubbing her plushie's paw against her clit for the second time in less than half an hour. Her eyes bulged, and she shuddered violently as a wave of pleasure that stole her breath away crashed over her and Mewt together.

"C'mon, Clover. You've been holding back for too long. Limiting yourself for too long. Time to cut loose, and let yourself enjoy life without letting the voices in your head tell you now. From now on, together, it's all about yes. Understand?"

The doe whimpered happily, nodding as she rubbed at her pussy with the plush Mewtwo.

"Y-yes..."

Mewt whispered tenderly in her ear.

"Louder. Mean it."

She groaned joyously.

"Yes!"

The imaginary creature she truly loved rubbed harder at her pussy and growled hungrily to her.

"More, Clover. More. Nothing's too good for you now, remember!"

The doe's eyes bulged. A strangled scream caught in her throat, and she gurgled in helpless ecstasy as she stuffed the whole of one of Mewt's feet into her tight pussy, its fluffy plush surface stimulating her inner walls like no fingers, toy, or man ever could.

"Yes! Yes... oh fuck, Mewt... ohhh god! _God, yes _!"

By Jeeves

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