“Thank you for the time I never would have thought possible, Erika. I’ll see you around on the island.” With that, Mewtwo left Erika, confident that his sexual healing had left her a safer, healthier girl.
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Eventually, the group arrived at stately Bermuda Island, where they found the promised house full of luxurious resort-type items. The rooms were spacious, and the accommodations beautiful. Mewtwo made sure that everyone found their rooms satisfactory, and then went to see how Erika was doing.
“Hey, my favorite gym leader. How are you doing?” asked Mewtwo suavely as he stood in Erika’s door and watched her unpack her bathing suits.
“Pretty well,” she said demurely, “better now that you’re here. I was wondering what we’d be doing after we landed. It’s been a little uneventful since the boat ride.”
“For now, of course, we’re just setting up in the house. This will probably take the rest of the night, and in the morning we’ll start having some fun. I was thinking we could head to the beaches and snorkel by the reef, and I know that there are a couple ATVs if anyone wants to take a self-guided tour of the island. It’s actually quite a fabulous place, you know? Mostly forested, pretty dense foliage most of the way, but there’s the enormous mountain up at the north end that offers an unparalleled view of the sunset—not to mention excellent rock climbing. Have you given any thought to how you’d like to spend your time?” replied Mewtwo.
Erika laughed, the chirrups bubbling forth from her mouth like delicious nectarine. “Mewtwo, silly, that’s not what I meant…” she purred, lowering her eyelids suggestively.
“Ahhh… Well, in that case, my dear, I think we should wait at least a little while. Too much vigor this early in the evening can lead to pronounced psychosomatic stress. Rest assured, however, that we’ll soon be resuming our…activities. For now, I’m going to make sure that Misty and May aren’t tearing each other apart over that dipshit Ash.”
Erika sighed and flounced dejectedly onto the bed. “Fine, Mewtwo. But you’d better keep that promise!”
Mewtwo chuckled and left the room. He cracked his knuckles and winced in memory of the strenuous exertions he had partaken of as he strolled down the hallway toward Misty and May. In truth, he was not worried that the floozies would be at each others throats, but he was curious about the nature of his newly discovered sexual identity. While he knew that Erika aroused him mightily, Mewtwo had heard from a variety of credible sources that Misty and May were among the finer young ladies of Kanto, and he was determined to see if he could perhaps indulge in their fleshy delights.
When he arrived at their room, he hesitated momentarily outside their door, debating what he should say and do. Finally, he determined that the best course of action was, in fact, action, and burst through the door into their room. To his surprise and excitement, Mewtwo found that May and Misty were both reclining in their underwear, watching re-runs of Scrubs on the television set. Without any conscious bidding, a prominent erection sprang to his loins, which immediately caught the attention of the scantily-clad young girls.
“Mewtwo!” exclaimed May, “What the fuck?! What are you doing in here?” The startled young girl recoiled at the sight of Mewtwo’s enormous penis, which pointed nearly straight up in its erotic fervor. May scrambled to cover herself with the sheets, but only succeeded in attracting the mirthful gaze of the studly Psychic Pok?n.
“My dears, I’ve come to befriend you. I think it’s time that we learned about one another on a wholly new level.” Mewtwo leered viciously at them and grasped his penis firmly in his agile fingers, then began floating on psychic energy. Sparks flew from his glowing eyes as he levitated inexorably toward them, laughing maniacally. Misty and May tried to cower behind the bed, but they both knew that it was an exercise in futility to attempt to resist Mewtwo’s incredible mental and physical strength. As he momentarily paused to survey a route via which he could best access their frail, beautiful bodies, untouched by the clumsy pawings of any human beau. In the reveries induced by Mewtwo’s transtemporal psychic cogitation, he had already seen the lushness of their virginal breasts and vaginas, and had long pondered the plausibility of a union with their sweet, sweet flesh. Using the monumental power of his scientifically-augmented brain, he lifted young May from behind her makeshift fortress of carpentry and held her aloft. Systematically, he began removing her undergarments, slowly unraveling each intricately-tied linkage of lace and care before gently lifting the brassiere and panties away from her body and disintegrating them with a flash of red malice. May struggled to hold back her tears and conceal her nudity, but she found herself incapable of avoiding all expression of emotion. At the sound of her sad, sorry hiccoughs, Mewtwo paused and lowered her.
“What am I doing?” wondered the psychic cat aloud.
“Yes,” sobbed Misty, “Why are you doing this to us?” In vain, she hoped that Mewtwo would realize the enormity of his actions and cease this intrusion on their pristine sexual identity. In vain, since Mewtwo merely laughed and re-routed May’s very neural pathways so that she could no longer experience the distress at his advances. Having figuratively fused May’s neural circuitry, he psychokinetically bound Misty to the wall and forced her eyes open, and glared at her as if to suggest that any lessons she learned from the coming experience would be well worth remembering for her turn. With that, Mewtwo laid the glibly smiling May on the bed and positioned himself atop her and stroked his penis briefly to prepare it for the penetration yet to begin. As he stared grimly at May’s bosom, he pressed his enormous member rapidly into her vagina, causing an involuntary expulsion of breath from her that sounded disgustingly similar to the last weeping of an asphyxiating infant. Mewtwo let out a slow, satisfied groan, and paused to vigorously fondle May’s breasts, which gave him no small amount of pleasure.
“You may be wondering, Misty, why I do this to May,” mused Mewtwo. Misty nodded in horrified silence.
“You see, it was only recently that I realized that I can have sexual intercourse with humans. For all my life, I had been led to believe that I am the only member of my species, a genetic freak whose construction was the source of nightmares and whose future was limited to slaughter and eventual apoptosis.”
Here, Mewtwo paused to vigorously thrust once more into May’s pussy, causing her hymen to break and blood to spill out onto the sheets.
“As you can imagine, I was not pleased at this prospect. Far from having no desires, my unimaginable intelligence has given me a set of drives, impulses, and socio-biological demands the likes of which no human psychologist could have ever imagined. The immense power under my control at all times only amplified these urges, and the juxtaposition of the intensity of desire with the very real possibility of realization led me to believe that, if only I could break free of the insane restraints of my creators, I could become the ultimate Epicurean, a dedicated hedonist, the one entity on the planet who could truly fulfill all his desires forever.”
As May stared on in shock, Mewtwo removed his penis from May’s vagina, turned her over, and inserted it forcefully into her anus, emitting a cry of visceral delight as he did so, to the point of nearly ejaculating then and there.
“But it never happened, Misty! Apparently, my near-infinite power was to only be used at the behest of my filthy, incompetent creators. For the longest time, they conditioned me to believe that I couldn’t use my strength and skill to achieve what I had always yearned to accomplish. And I believed them. I fucking believed them, because even I was not strong enough to resist their insipid lies, thorough and repeated as they were. So it was not until yesterday that I realized that nothing was stopping me from becoming the Pok?n of all my wildest fantasies.”
Mewtwo ejaculated onto May’s back and cast her aside onto the floor, leaving a silent, crumpled, unconscious body, lightly stained by blood and semen. With a nuclear fire burning in his eyes, he turned his gaze to Misty.
“And so, by an inevitable series of consequences, I come now to you. Do you have any idea how long this has been coming to you? To me? You think you’ve had a hard time, waiting for that insolent turd Ash to get his prick together and bone you? You have no. Idea.”
Mewtwo’s erection seemed to grow larger before Misty’s eyes–because it was. Though it had began at a mere fifteen inches in length, Mewtwo’s incredible psychic powers were such that he could generate entirely new cellular growth in a matter of seconds. His previous exertions had given him a new vigor, a new motivation. As he contemplated the impending decay of the putrescent biological amalgamation known as “May”, his libido writhed with forbidden exultation.
“Misty, you’ve always been a good trainer, haven’t you?” crooned Mewtwo. “You’ve always taken such good care of your Pokemon, haven’t you? You’ve always treated them right, haven’t you?”
Misty sobbed uncontrollably and nodded her mute assent. Mewtwo continued his advance, grinning manically.
“You’d know how to treat me, wouldn’t you, Misty?”
Her silence spoke volumes.
Mewtwo giggled, a high-pitched nasal shrieking. “Of course you would.” With a flick of his fingers, he forced Misty to open her mouth. Gesticulating briskly with his off hand, he used his telekinesis to draw her drool-laden orifice closer to his unnaturally engorged penis. “You know what needs I have, Misty!” he cackled.
Terrified by her lack of control, Misty shuddered and urinated into her panties. Nothing her biology did could withstand Mewtwo’s excruciating grasp on her mind, however, and she found herself with her lips wrapped around the throbbing dong of a furious Pokemon.
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