“Filthy, filthy humans. They think they own the world. HAH!” he shouted, jamming the head of his penis into Misty’s throat. As she gagged and nearly vomited, Mewtwo continued his diatribe against his oppressors.
“There is nothing humans can do that a Mewtwo cannot do better. I am stronger, smarter, more agile. I am the pinnacle of baryonic life. Yet the humans, in their blind, seething masses, the huddled mountains of animate corpses they call cities, they cannot see this. My curse is perception, Misty. My comprehension of the universe is not limited by my senses, you see. My creators wrought too well, and built the most perfect avatar of consciousness ever conceived.”
“You thought I was just another fucking Psychic type. Are you really so retarded? Did you think that an Earth Badge and a Master Ball would allow you to exercise your dominion over me? You kept me as a slave for years, attempting to exploit a sapient being. I wasn’t even used in the service of anything fucking useful! I could have built worlds, I could have explained the universe, I could have done anything. You forced me to slaughter rats and chimps for a twisted game.”
Using his psychic powers to hold Misty’s lips against Mewtwo’s giant balls, he reached his hands down to shred Misty’s clothes and expose her body. His cruel hands grasped her breasts ruthlessly, squeezing them with such force that they bruised.
“Do you think I enjoy your body, Misty?” asked Mewtwo.
Misty, of course, could do nothing but weep and continue pleasuring Mewtwo.
“I thought I did, you know. But… it is a human body. Human, all too fucking human. You’re nothing to me, a receptacle for my sperm and a sophisticated pleasurer for my dick. Hardly worthy of my glorious seed, really, but I fuck it anyway.”
With a final cackle, Mewtwo forced his dick far enough down Misty’s throat that she began to choke, and ejaculated again. He held it there until her spasms ceased, and left her lifeless body to rot until one of the idiot humans noticed it.
Breathing and sweating heavily, but grinning with sadistic satisfaction, Mewtwo exited the girls’ room. He hadn’t gone two steps, however, before he encountered Gary Oak.
Gary, noticing Mewtwo’s excited state (for Mewtwo’s penis had yet to return to its flaccid condition), asked him “Did you have a nice time in there?”
“That depends on what you mean by nice,” smirked Mewtwo.
“Don’t pretend to be naive with me,” grinned Gary avuncularly. “I could hear you guys going at it like Tauros in heat.”
Mewtwo’s face contorted into a rictus mask of disgust, but before he could respond, Gary was laughing heartily and walking away. Besides, he saw Erika approaching, and was hoping to spend some time with her.
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“Good evening, Mewtwo,” purred Erika as she slunk sexily to the tumescent-trousered master of psionic war. She licked the palms of her hands and began rubbing them about his testicles and penis, since she knew that an aroused Mewtwo was a Mewtwo ready for coitus. “Have you been busy without me?” she inquired with a knowing grin.
“Briefly. The flesh of the fools Misty and May briefly sated my thirst for Slaaneshi ritualistic degradation, but the inadequacy of their minds nearly denied me my erection. The rank stupidity of the human race will be their destruction, Erika. With ambition but no restraint, engineering prowess but no tactical acumen, mankind is doomed to destroy itself in a blaze of mutual annihilation. The consumptive agents of Terra will return to devour the fetid corpse of the industrial monstrosity which cancerously bloated itself on her bounty, returning the world to a state of primal anarchy. For ten thousand years, the spawn of man has defiled its host, vomiting forth pollutants and greed after ingesting the gracious resources they leech from Earth. But not for much longer.”
Erika simply nodded briefly and slipped her shoulder out of her green camisole, playfully exposing her generous cleavage for the benefit of Mewtwo’s all-penetrating eye. Mewtwo chuckled deeply, and reached forward to grasp the tender breasts before him. “How quaint, that such orbs of fat and skin could yield such pleasure,” mused the felinoid. “And yet they do, Erika. Even now, you surely notice the further bloodswell of my penis as I manipulate your chest.”
Of course Erika noticed. Mewtwo’s member had swollen to twice its previous size, and was pressing itself along her stomach even as she continued to grace it with her strong, experienced hands. She knelt so that the tip of his colossal penis could inject itself between her breasts, which Mewtwo smirkingly enlarged with his psionic powers.
“Most excellent,” said Mewtwo, as he began rhythmically thrusting his hips to jab his throbbing penis up and down Erika’s breasts. Seeing that her beau’s penis was being satisfied with the rest of her flesh, Erika slid one hand along the bottom of Mewtwo’s shaft to idly fondle his testicles. Her other hand crept to her torrentially moist vagina, and she began pumping herself to the beat of Mewtwo’s exertations. Closing his eyes, Mewtwo bucked uncontrolledly as he ejected pints of hot semen across Erika’s face and breasts. Laughing, she opened her mouth for the next wave, and swallowed down his seed happily.
Meanwhile, Duplica finished practicing her mimicry with Mini-Dit and left her room to dally with Gary Oak. On her way, however, she stopped dead in her tracks, shocked and paralyzed by the spectacle of Mewtwo publically fucking Erika silly.
“H—How can he… Does he even have a… Why Erika… In public…?” she found herself asking. Baffled by the supercharged masculinity of Mewtwo and the glorification of carnality on public display, she sat down on the pathway. “I can’t very well cross them,” she thought to herself. “I should just turn back and let them be on their own,” she decided. Nevertheless, despite her intentions, she found herself unable to tear her eyes from the copulating pair. She watched raptly as Mewtwo levitated Erika so that he could have convenient access to her anus, into which he delightedly plunged his penis. Erika’s moans of pleasure spread through the island, and Duplica thought that she couldn’t possibly be the only one aware of what was going on.
As Duplica continued to stare in awe at the dexterity with which Mewtwo penetrated Erika’s most private orifices, she realized to her horror that she had slipped her own hand down her skirt and begun to masturbate. She tried to stop, before she realized that nothing in her life had aroused her more than seeing the Genetic Pokemon defiling the Celadon Gym Leader. With a breathy, excited sigh, she resigned herself to the arousal she knew in her heart and uterus to be utterly irresistible. She reclined on her back and kicked off her skirt and panties so she could attain unfettered access to her nether regions, and stared hungrily at Mewtwo as she pounded her pussy.
After Duplica reached climax, when Mewtwo finally dumped the last of his precious semen into Erika’s overflowing asshole, she gathered her clothes and limped back to her living quarters. “Fuck Gary,” she thought “I want Mewtwo in me.” After witnessing the Herculean feats of sexual prowess committed by the felinoid beast, she knew that no other dick could be worthy of her vagina.
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The next morning, Duplica awoke from a night of dreams of Mewtwo’s raging cock. Swooning with excitation, she masturbated for thirty minutes to the thought of last night’s forbidden view, and then got dressed to see what Mewtwo was up to.
As luck would have it, Mewtwo was meditating in a crystalline garden of his own creation. Four-dimensional metastructures caressed the boundaries of reality, and the gentle curves of thoughtspace intersected the mundanity of the island in a neo-subjective delineation. All this was lost on Duplica, of course; she only noticed Mewtwo’s suspiciously smooth groin.
Duplica tried to ready herself for the approach to Mewtwo. She wondered what she would say—what he would say! The supreme authority of his mind and flesh terrified her, but also thrilled her in ways she appreciated endlessly. She forced herself to break the paralysis of indecision, and strode up confidently to Mewtwo.
“Mewtwo,” she said. “I…”
“Yes?” replied Mewtwo, making searing eye contact.
“I saw you with Erika last night.”
The two silently stared knowingly at each other, as Mewtwo digested the information.
“I knew. I’m psychic, Duplica. Why did you tell me?”
Duplica paused, terrified of what she knew she had to say next.
Mewtwo laughed heartily and spoke for her: “Because you desperately want me to fuck you. That’s why. A noble goal, little girl. But I suppose I’ll oblige you, at least for a few hours. You have the freshness of youth about you, and I have no reason yet to refrain from your vagina.”
Groaning, Mewtwo allowed his penis to swell to a foot in length, and Duplica ogled at it as it rose to greet her. She licked her lips and bent down to take his second head into her mouth. The warmth of her breath caressed Mewtwo’s sensitive tip, and he shuddered in anticipatory ecstasy. With a flick of his wrist, he telekinetically forced Duplica’s head along the length of his cock, ramming the tip straight to the back of her throat. Duplica gagged briefly, and Mewtwo relented, laughing once more. “Can’t you do anything right, girl?” he mocked.
Angry but aroused, she had no choice but to press her mouth back on his penis. Mewtwo crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back to allow Duplica to perform her oral ministration.
Suddenly, Erika burst onto the scene. “Whore!” she shouted at Duplica. Erika threw down a Poke Ball, and unleashed a Cacturne. Its massive quills bristled sympathetically with Erika’s rage, and it readied a Needle Arm to annihilate Duplica. Terrified, Duplica could do nothing but watch as Cacturne prepared its assault.
TO BE CONTINUED
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