FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Domination of the 'Two

Part 2

For Kai_Ropter

By Draconicon

Torran groaned as morning rolled around, feeling like he had just pushed himself to swallow a hundred hot dogs in a row. The wolf rolled onto his side, rubbing his head, and found himself face to face with the same Mewtwo from the day before. The Pokémon was slowly flicking through things on the computer, and the wolf groaned.

Right. You're still here...

I will be here for some time, Mewtwo said without turning around. You might as well get used to that.

"Ugh, do you have to keep reading my mind?"

I do, yes. It is far more efficient than trying to wait for you to say something.

"...Fuck you, too."

I do believe that we have not progressed to that part, yet.

"Not what I meant!"

The wolf blushed, getting to his feet, only to immediately blush as he realized that he was completely naked. He covered himself with his blanket, looking around.

"Where are my -"

Your clothes are on the floor by the door, where you left them.

"Why did I leave them over there?"

Apparently, you were interested in staying naked once you got home. You were fine with it last night; I don't know what your problem is with it now.

His mouth worked helplessly as the words refused to come to him. There was so much wrong with that that he didn't even know where to start. The idea that he'd ever want to be naked in front of people - well, aside from the obvious - was a completely ridiculous concept. Even here, in private, he never got naked except to use the shower. Even when he jerked off, he didn't really get naked; he just pulled his zipper down and tucked his underwear behind his balls.

The idea that he would have gotten naked just as soon as he got home, particularly with Mewtwo there, was absolutely ridiculous. There had to be something else that had happened...but what?

Nothing came to him, but considering that he was living with a Psychic type now, that could mean anything. Grunting, he pulled himself out of bed, covering his cock with the blanket as he walked to the bathroom.

And what do you think you're doing? Mewtwo asked.

"I'm taking a shower. I stink."

If you must. I find the musk a pleasant aroma.

"Well, I'm not stinking for you."

If you insist.

The Mewtwo didn't stop him, but he felt like there was something else going on, something that he couldn't quite figure out. He knew that there was something that Mewtwo wanted from him, but what?

I can figure it out later. For now, I need to get clean.

The wolf hopped in the shower as soon as the hot water was running, trying to shake the idea that Mewtwo was watching him while he was doing it. While it was technically possible, he didn't want to think that it was happening. He pretended that it was impossible for the Pokémon to actually see him like this, and that he was actually on his own. Even when he felt a bit of pressure in the back of his head, he stifled it.

As he rubbed his fur down, soaping it up and cleaning off the musk that had collected around his cock, he wondered why his throat felt as sore as it did. He swore that there hadn't been anything big going down his neck, and he hadn't been with another guy for...well, months, if he was honest. Probably longer, at this point. And it wasn't a sore throat from a cold or something. That felt different from...well, that.

He blushed a little, rubbing the back of his head as he turned and kept scrubbing. And it wasn't like he wasn't fantasizing. He liked the idea of being with people, he just didn't do well socially. It was the whole reason why -

You are going to be late if you keep this up.

"Gah!"

Torran turned off the water and grabbed a towel, growling to himself. He nudged the door open as he frantically dried himself off.

"Why the hell are you telling me that now?"

Because you told me to leave you alone and stop reading your mind.

"Yeah, but - fuck you!"

I told you, we're not there yet.

"UGH!"

Thankfully, his first class was much easier with all the information shoved into his head from the day before. Torran didn't know what he would have done without that, considering that his mind was still racing, still trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do with the Mewtwo back in his dorm room. It was bad enough that he was having to deal with a roommate that could read his mind, but one that was causing him all this flustered frustration was a whole other thing.

And he knew that the Mewtwo was responsible for something that was going on with him. He didn't know how, and he didn't know what the Pokémon's goal was, but he did know that Mewtwo was responsible.

I'm going to figure you out, and then I'm going to...to...

Well, Torran didn't know. He just knew that he wanted to make things go back to normal instead of having them be this weird. If he could just get a regular life back, he'd be happy.

Shaking his head, he made his way from his first class to the stone wall that looked over the main square of the college campus. He sat down, his tail wagging slowly as he settled in to people watch for a while. That usually made him feel a bit better, and it certainly helped him store up ideas for late-night jerk-off sessions.

As he looked down, though, he realized that he wasn't looking at the people as much as he normally did. Instead, his eyes were being drawn to those that kept Pokémon companions. They weren't common, admittedly, but they were still there, from that wolf woman that was walking along with an Arcanine at her side to -

Torran blushed as he realized that he was starting to stare at the Charizard coming down the way. He tilted his head to the side, trying not to make it quite so blatant, but when the big guy was showing off as much as he was...

Why the hell does that guy have his dick out?

Most of the time, Pokémon didn't seem to be quite so flagrant with their dick showing. It was like it didn't exist until it was turned on, for most of them. But this time, he could see the Charizard's dong hanging down between his legs, as well as a pair of leathery-looking balls that looked like they would do the job a couple of dozen times before they started getting tired. He blushed, covering the side of his head as he realized that he was still staring.

Stiff.

And just like that, his cock went right up. He blushed again, thankful that he was wearing jeans today, and rapidly pulled his bookbag around and settled it on his lap. The feeling of the throbbing erection just under it didn't make things better, though. If anything, they made it all that much more uncomfortable.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

He couldn't believe this was happening again. The feeling of that super-hard-on wasn't making things any easier, either, as it meant that anytime that he looked at a Pokémon - whether the feral sort or the ones that walked on two legs like the Charizard - he started feeling even more aroused. More needy, more...more eager for what he might get from them.

They're probably easier than people to get...sex...from.

Torran wanted to slap himself for that thought. It wasn't just wrong, but it was crude, crass, and more than a little dirty. He wasn't so desperate for companionship that he'd just have sex with a Pokémon...

Was he?

There was something in the back of his head for a moment, a half-buried memory, but before he could get a better grip on it -

Stiff.

Once more, another throbbing surge through his cock, and Torran bit his lips to keep from moaning as his cock throbbed harder than ever. His cheeks burned as he realized that he was dripping pre-cum in his pants, and he hoped that it wasn't going to be that noticeable when he finally was able to move again. He blushed as some people stared at him, looking away when they cocked their heads at the 'weirdo' that was sitting on the wall.

Stiff.

Every time the word popped into his head again, his cock throbbed that much harder, begging for attention. He was half-hanging from the wall now, biting his lips and trying to keep from making a sound as his cock throbbed helplessly to whatever was putting that word through his head. He felt like he was on the edge of orgasm, and he swore that if he heard it again, he would just lose his mind.

"Hey."

Torran groaned, looking up and to the side. It was a mouse, a young male that was standing by the -

It was the Charizard that he had seen, the one with the dangling dick and balls, and he was getting an up-close view. He could even smell the slight musk coming off of it, hot and moist.

Stiff.

The wolf had to clench his teeth hard to keep from howling like he wanted to, because he was cumming. He was cumming hard, too, his pants swelling and flooding with his seed. He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, his cock jumping and pulsing and spitting cum under his bookbag.

"You okay?" the mouse asked, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Mmm-hmm," Torran squeaked through his clenched teeth.

"You sure? You don't look it?"

"Mmmph...fine."

"You want some help getting to the nurse? Charizard's strong enough to carry you."

"N-no, I'm...I'm fine."

He was fine. He really was. He was just...very distracted, very horny, and with a pair of very wet pants. If the Pokémon picked him up, then he was going to be showing that all off to the entire square of students. He wasn't going to let that happen.

"I'll be alright in a bit. I just...need to calm down a little."

"Panic attack?" the mouse asked.

Prick attack, he thought, but nodded.

"Alright. We'll give you space. Just...don't make it worse for yourself, okay?"

"I won't...I won't..."

The mouse and the Charizard left, though the Pokémon turned to look at him before it did. He saw the fire lizard smirk at him, spreading its legs just a bit further, as if it knew what he had been staring at. Torran blushed worse, looking away.

How...how the hell...

He didn't know, but he knew that it was going to get worse if anyone saw what had happened to him. The dorm wasn't that far away, and he could get changed real quick before he had to get to his next class. He got up, covering himself still, and started making his way back to the door.

#

"What...the fuck..."

Torran stared with eyes wide as he saw the Mewtwo floating over his bed, using his fleshlight. The Pokémon's arms were folded back behind its head, and it used its Psychic powers to keep floating, to manipulate the toy - his toy - around its cock.

Merely indulging myself. You weren't here, after all.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Well, I assumed that part of the deal was that you would be of service to me. After all, my company is hardly cheap.

"I'm not - just stop!"

He grabbed his fleshlight out of the Mewtwo's grip, pulling it off his dick. There was a moment when he stared at the massive thing and had a flashback of sorts, but he managed to squelch it down, forcing himself not to think about it as he tossed the metal tube off to the side. He whipped back around, only for Mewtwo to have changed positions, sitting on his bed rather than floating over it.

Is there a problem?

"You're making lots of them for me..."

It seems that you are angry with me.

"Maybe a bit."

Perhaps. Or perhaps you are angry with yourself, for hiding your feelings regarding how much you want me.

His eyes widened at the accusation, and he immediately turned around, shaking his head.

"That's so stupid that there's not even words for it."

Says the man who came from looking at a Charizard's cock.

"How did you - fuck you, stop reading my mind!"

Have you always been sexually interested in Pokémon?

"That's not...ugh. No."

I suppose that it is not entirely easy to deal with, Mewtwo said. After all, you are going from being attracted to people to being attracted to something much, much better.

"Better? Are you nuts? You're barely above animals."

Super-powered animals, allow me to remind you.

The reminder that the Pokémon could easily use its power to flip him upside-down or worse was not something that he needed right then and there. The idea of being completely overpowered by a Pokémon and used by it? That was a fantasy now, apparently, and his cock throbbed in his cum-soaked underwear.

Reminded why he had come back in the first place, he knelt down and started picking up some spare underwear, a different pair of jeans. Mewtwo watched him with its head cocked to the side, not saying anything, but just taking in the view.

He was just starting to make his way to the bathroom when there was a different feeling, a new pressure in the back of his head. Pressure that came with a word.

Strip.

Without thinking, the wolf pulled his shirt up and over his head. He tossed it to the side, then blinked.

"What the -"

Strip.

"- hell?"

He was already reaching for his pants, pulling at the buttons and slowly dragging them down. He didn't even realize what he was doing until his jeans were puddled around his ankles, holding them together.

Strip.

Another word, and he was kicking off his shoes, his body obeying the trigger word without him having a chance to ask what the hell was happening. His socks followed, and he stepped out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but the stained underwear.

Torran turned around, staring down at the Mewtwo. The Pokémon's eyes were glowing, his power strong.

"What are you doing to me?!"

Merely taking advantage of the moment.

"You made me cum out there! You made me -"

Strip.

And just like that, his hands went to the waistband of his underwear, pulling on them and gradually dragging them down. He blushed as his cock popped out, slowly rising up on its own, not even with the help of that other command. His cheeks burned all the hotter as he was made to step out of his underwear, leaving him completely naked, his crotch-fur stained with his own seed, the smell of arousal starting to fill the dorm again.

The Mewtwo smiled at him, reaching out with one three-fingered hand. The pressure of the Psychic power on his cock only sent another shiver through him, making him that much more aroused, that much more embarrassed with what was happening to him.

Mmmph...

You enjoy this, do not lie, Mewtwo said to him.

"That's not fair..."

You are not allowed secrets with me.

"Fuck...fuck!"

He was pulled forward by the balls, made to stand before the Mewtwo, displaying himself for the Pokémon's pleasure. It was all the more embarrassing because of how hard he was, and how...how much something way deep down inside of him was starting to get into this. He wasn't interested in Pokémon but...right at that moment, something in him was. Something in him was far more interested than it should have been.

"Ah...ah..."

Sway for me, Torran. Sway for me.

It was one thing to realize that the Mewtwo had taken total control of his motor functions, it was another thing to do anything about it. The wolf blushed as his hips started moving on their own, swaying from side to side, swinging his cock around in the Pokémon's face, almost as if he were some sort of stripper at a joint downtown. His cheeks burned, but his cock rose even higher, almost as if it was proud to show itself off.

And to be fair, he had a big one. Eight inches was nothing to sneeze at, and it was impossible to hide easily when it got hard, but now it was a centerpiece.

That's it...sway...show off...

There was pressure in the back of his head, almost like there was something burrowing into him, something that was adding to the pleasure and the need that was slowly building between his legs. He whimpered, biting his lips as he felt it growing further and further. That need, that pleasure from being controlled by a Pokémon rather than a person, the reversal that came with that...

He moaned under his breath, biting his tongue as he felt his cock throb to full erection, a few little veins starting to pop along the side. He looked down at the Mewtwo, saw that his Pokémon was looking back up at him with a smile.

Purple light flared around either side of his cock, and he gasped as it felt like there were two mouths teasing his shaft, licking, sucking, nuzzling against him. He almost fell over, but the purple light covered his entire lower body, making it so that he couldn't move without its permission, and that included falling.

Are you enjoying yourself? Mewtwo asked.

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

You should. I take care of what belongs to me.

"I...I don't...ah!"

He gasped as he felt the pleasure crawl right up to the sensitive head of his cock, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as bliss hit him. It was like there was a tongue flicking right over his tip, right over the urethra, and right into that spot just under the head where it was most sensitive. His toes curled right into the ground, and he whimpered and moaned as he humped forward, pressing against that Psychic touch.

That's it. Enjoy yourself.

"Nnngh...Ah...You...you..."

I will make sure that you do.

Another tingle, this time under his tail. Torran's eyes went wide as something ghostly pushed past his pucker, reaching inside of him. It was impossible, yet for a Psychic, perhaps impossible was just the exercise of the day.

Then, the pressure, the invisible, intangible pressure inside of him, found his prostate.

The wolf arched his back, his eyes going wide as he came. The feeling of that pleasure in his ass, that sudden warmth and need, the tingles that ran all the way from his prostate to his cock and back down again, were more than he had ever expected. He could hardly breathe from the shocks of bliss that hit him, or from the way that his cock jumped and spurted all over the floor. Torran couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop.

As he came, he felt another word burning into his brain. It was barely audible in the back of his mind, but it was there, nonetheless.

_Slut.

Slut.

Slut.

Slut._

And with each repetition, he could feel that need burning that much hotter. It wasn't just that his ass was sensitive, or that his prostate was getting pounded so well. It was that he was wanting it, that he was craving something in his ass, that he wanted to feel it in there.

Good boy, the Mewtwo said.

Suddenly, the grip on his body disappeared, and he collapsed right on his ass. His eyes were wide, his body shaking from head to toe, and he didn't want to move.

He couldn't move.

"Ah...ah..."

That's better. You'll remember it this time, I think. I don't think I need to erase this from your mind.

"Nnngh...why'd you do it...the first time?"

To see how you'd react. I think that you'll need to take some time to adjust to this, but knowing that you prefer Pokémon to people, now...

"I didn't say that!"

You thought it. You thought it down in the square.

Torran remembered that. He remembered staring at the Pokémon, thinking about how they were surprisingly sexy, and how...how that Charizard...

The wolf imagined himself on his hands and knees, sucking that slightly wrinkled Charizard cock, and the idea alone was nearly enough to get his cock to throb upwards again. He groaned in humiliation, covering his face, and Mewtwo chuckled.

That's what I thought. We'll continue this later.

"Mmmph...what are you...what are you doing to me?"

Experimenting, I think. That would be your word for it.

"Yeah, but experimenting for what?"

That will be something I tell you later. For now.

Mewtwo lifted him up with its power, floating him towards the bathroom. Torran didn't fight it; he was too exhausted from the hard orgasm.

As he landed in the tub, the various knobs turned, and the hot water started falling on him. He didn't even complain when it was a bit warm for him, and closed his eyes instead, letting himself drift on the heat and watery waves, allowing the cum on his chest and stomach to start dripping off of him, and just relaxing.

He still couldn't believe that his Mewtwo had basically just...well, he couldn't quite call it rape with how much he enjoyed it, but there was something very wrong about that. He didn't want to be a slut to the Pokémon. He didn't want to be that much of a bitch. Torran had never been a bottom like that, and he didn't want to start now.

Yet, at the same time, there was something utterly amazing about the way that he had been 'handled,' and the way that it felt to be a bitch to something that was supposed to be under him...

He's still a Pokémon, not a person, he told himself. That's still just a hair's breadth over bestiality.

That was what he kept telling himself, and it was enough to get him off his back and stand in the shower, instead. He washed himself off, rubbing the water down along his back and sides, and shook his head.

I'm not going to do that. I'm still interested in people. I'm not...I'm not some sort of poke-slut.

The thought wasn't ringing as true as he wanted, but he held onto hope, just trying to keep his head on straight. There had to be something that he could do to keep the Mewtwo from taking full control, right? No Pokémon was completely invincible.

I'm the nearest thing to it, though, Mewtwo said.

"I told you, stop that!"

Nope.

"Why not?"

Too much fun.

He shook his head, going from idle scrubbing to angry washing. Soon, all his cum was washed from his fur, and he was able to get out of the shower. Not without more grumbling, admittedly, but he was able to get out.

Mewtwo was back on the computer, humming softly to himself. Looking over his Pokémon's shoulder, he saw that the Psychic was looking at the world news.

"What, you think you're going to make the front page?"

Quite the opposite. I'm seeing if there's been any news of the facility I was being held at.

"I'm guessing not."

Nothing, and that's all for the better.

"...Why? Why would someplace that sold you be better off disappearing?"

Mostly so that nobody else got their hands on someone like me, Mewtwo said, turning in his chair. After all, imagine if someone with a spine managed to get hold of me before you did?

That was a terrifying idea, mostly because of the fact that it implied that there were people that could control something as powerful as Mewtwo was. The very idea that someone had been able to keep hold of him before selling him off had been bad idea, but if they had ever sold something to allow the new owner to control him...

I see we are of one mind with that, Mewtwo said.

"Uh, yes...yes, we are."

Then you will continue to not tell anyone I am here.

"...I don't have much choice."

Theoretically, you do. I am merely suppressing your choices.

"..."

I believe you have other classes. Get to them.

Torran knew that the Mewtwo was right, just as he knew that he had to change this before he ended up being the total bottom that this Pokémon wanted him to be. He had no idea if there was even a possibility of turning this around, but if there was, he had to find it, and soon. He got dressed, grabbed his bookbag -

Slut.

And almost immediately fell head over heels, panting hard as his asshole felt like it was twitching, like it was almost on fire with need. He gritted his teeth, holding onto the carpet with desperate fingers as he felt his hole twitching under his tail, as his tail tried to go up, as everything was trying to act like he wanted something up his asshole.

The wolf gritted his teeth as he slowly turned his head toward his Pokémon again. Mewtwo hadn't even turned from the computer, merely tapping away on the keys with his mind. Groaning, Torran pushed himself to his feet, trying to ignore the heat in his hole.

The further from his dorm he got, the better it was. Slowly, it faded, and by the time that he got to his second class, he was almost back to normal. There were a few people in the class that had seen him collapsed on the wall, had seen his little episode, and they were cocking their heads in curiosity at the change in clothes, but no one commented on it.

Torran sat down with his hands over his desk, his head low, and he did his best to not think about what had just happened. Mewtwo had basically turned him into a bitch without even trying, but there was no statement as to why. Was it just for pleasure? Was it something that Mewtwo was doing in order to show how much stronger he was?

The wolf didn't know, and that was the hardest part of dealing with this. If it was just for fun, then it wasn't so bad, he supposed, though he still didn't want it. But if it was for something else...

He can make me do anything, Torran thought, shivering as he made himself realize that. He can make me do anything that he wants, and there's nothing that I can do to stop him.

He didn't know if the fact that the idea still turned him on a bit was a good or a bad thing. He kept pushing it back down with the reminder that Mewtwo was a Pokémon, not a person, but when he looked around...

Well, that was where that theory started to fall apart a bit. When he looked at the other males and females in the class, he didn't feel the usual surge of interest that came from being lonely and having too much time to fantasize when he looked at them.

Sure, he could see himself banging the mare that was further back in the seats, or getting bent over by the rat four rows down, but -

Ugh, I didn't even think about that so much before now...

Sure, he had had one or two bottom fantasies in his life, but he had always seen himself more as a top than anything else. Now, he was looking at a rat, of all people, and thinking of how it might feel to be under him rather than being in charge of stuff. The idea alone was nearly enough to leave him groaning.

But it wasn't just that. Looking at them, he didn't feel the same spark that he had felt before, the same urge and arousal. He could still get a little horny, yeah, but compared to what he had felt for the Charizard -

The mental image of the fire dragon's wrinkled dick and heavy balls popped into his head again, and his cock almost sprung up right then and there. He groaned, shifting in his seat as the professor started lecturing.

I'm not a poke-phile, I'm not a poke-phile...

The End

Summary: Torran's conditioning continues with the efforts of the Mewtwo to break him down. But why? Why does he want this...

Tags: M/M, M/solo, orgasm, wolf, Mewtwo, Charizard, Pokémon, various species, public, embarrassment, forced orgasm, cum, cum in pants, body control, cock control, prostate play, psychic, miniseries, master/slave, trigger word,