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[b][u][center]Mewtwo’s Dungeon Mystery

Part 1

For Anonymous

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“I’m telling you, he’s a menace.”

Mewtwo could believe that, though he didn’t particularly like hearing Hypno harp on about it for the nth time. Hypno #4, as a matter of fact; four of seven down on this level of the dungeon, and the most vocal of them, probably because he’d had a couple of eggs and a couple of kids, and had gotten all those parental instincts as a result. Didn’t like having them bothered by others, and –

“He’s getting above himself!”

There it was. Mewtwo resisted the urge to rub his forehead, a habit that he’d picked up from humans before disappearing down the dungeon hole all those years ago. It would have been appropriate, though. Very appropriate.

“Your child was unable to defend himself from an Espeon?” Mewtwo asked, cocking his head to the side as he lounged on a large piece of stone. “That seems like a failure on your part, not on the Espeon’s.”

“This one is driving us all crazy,” Hypno #4 said, shaking his head as he paced back and forth in the boss room. “He’s stopping anyone that comes close to him, hitting them with more power than he should have, and turning them into playthings. Playthings! No child of mine should have been…been…”

It was pride, he knew. The Hypnos had always been one of the powerhouses of the dungeon, but as the world grew, so did the number of Pokémon that could meet their power. Espeons were, admittedly, not the most powerful of the Psychics – that belonged to him, of course, and a few others that were on the rung just below him – but they were powerful enough, and skilled enough, to do something to those that weren’t paying attention.

Honestly, it was not the sort of thing that he would normally be bothered about. He should have told Hypno #4 to head back to his place of the dungeon, to keep watch for anyone that had managed to delve so deep. If it was something so problematic, then the Hypno could take care of it and that would be that…

Unless…

Mewtwo cocked his head to the side. Hypno #4 continued to pace, grumbling and complaining for a full minute before realizing that his boss had stopped responding. He turned, his pendulum hanging at his side.

“What?”

“You haven’t done anything yet,” Mewtwo said.

“…What does that have to do with anything?”

“You. You haven’t done anything about this Espeon and what he’s done to your family, have you?”

“…”

“You’re scared.”

“I-I am not. I’m busy. That’s all. Busy.”

“You’re lying.”

And that, in and of itself, was fascinating. Oh, it wasn’t that Pokémon didn’t lie – they did, and frequently, particularly the younger ones that were trying to stay out of trouble – but Psychics found it a great deal harder to lie, particularly to themselves. Mind-reading and psychic powers filtered out deceit very quickly, and it made it very hard for them to say anything that wasn’t true.

Unless they believed that it was true. Which was what had happened with Hypno #4. Mewtwo had been wondering why an Espeon hadn’t already been dealt with if he was such a problem, and there was his answer. The person that had a problem with the Espeon was too afraid to engage with him, which meant that there was something more to this than he thought.

Mewtwo tapped his fingers – two, and a thumb – against the arm of his ‘throne.’ To know that there was an Espeon that caused a Hypno to feel fear was…certainly something. And it could be useful to the dungeon as a whole, though there would need to be a certain test to make sure that it wasn’t just Hypno #4 being lazy about it. Just to be sure, just to make certain…and to ensure that the Espeon in question didn’t get ideas above his station, too.

“I just…I need someone else to take care of this so that I can maintain my duties, that’s all,” Hypno #4 said, huffing and grunting. “That’s why I came to you, sir. I know that you can swat this fly without issue. Please, for the sake of my son –”

Mewtwo swept his hand through the air, cutting his minion off with a gesture. The Hypno bowed his head, looking to the ground as Mewtwo lifted himself upward, floating on psychic energy as he began to ‘pace’ about the room himself.

It was something that would take time. Testing always did, and that meant leaving the bottom of the dungeon to make it happen. That, too, was a bit of a risk, but…

He had time. And this might be a profitable venture to risk.

“Leave,” Mewtwo said.

“And…the Espeon?”

“I said, leave. I am considering your request.”

Hypno got to his feet and darted out of the boss chamber, running around several stalagmites in the process. Mewtwo watched him go, shaking his head slowly as he drifted to the center of the room.

[i]They don’t know why I’m here. They don’t know what I do, or why I’m sticking around. All they know is that this dungeon is mine. If they knew what I was doing, how I was holding this together, and holding that thing back…[/i]

It probably wouldn’t change much. The thing in the bottom of the dungeon, the entity just below this ‘throne room,’ was beyond the understanding of all but the most powerful of Psychic types. He could conceive of it, understand it, and that meant that he could contain it. Someone that didn’t have enough power, enough mental stamina, would never be able to hold the form of the entity in their mind enough to control it.

And if they failed to control it, then it would control them.

Mewtwo felt its psychic tendrils reaching up from the ground, passing through stone and more to reach for him. He whipped his head around, his eyes glowing a deep purple as he flung his hand down.

[i]No.[/i]

He battered the ephemeral tendrils of the entity away, the star-light of its form dissipating beneath him. The rocks held, but it was his power through the rocks that kept the entity from expanding, spreading, consuming everything before it. And as he pushed down, as he forced it back to its proper shape, he could feel its complaints, its anger, its hunger for something more than he allowed it.

Shaking his head, Mewtwo floated toward one of the taller stalagmites. A thought sheered off the top, turning it into a small platform. He balanced on one foot there, taking one deep breath after another as he considered the Espeon again.

It would be trivial to find someone of that power in his dungeon. The only reason that they hadn’t met was because he hadn’t bothered to look. The fact that the Hypnos were afraid of this Espeon meant that he had the power to be a floor boss, or at the very least, he had the skill to do that. If he had both power and skill, then he would be very useful to keep the problematic adventurers out of the dungeon.

But for that, he’d need to learn obedience…and humility.

Mewtwo’s lips turned up in a small smile. The surface Pokémon always believed themselves so strong until they found creatures from below. Once they experienced what kind of strength was needed to survive the lower levels of the dungeon, they changed their tune quickly enough.

And, much as he hated to admit it, it would be good to maintain the loyalty of the Hypnos. They were no longer the forerunners of psychic power under him, but they were still a sizable block of power in the dungeon. He didn’t need them throwing their weight around and trying to start trouble, even if he could handle them without too much trouble. Considering the focus that the entity required, better to make sure that things more or less ran themselves without him having to get involved.

He realized he’d already decided. He would go further up the dungeon levels, find this Espeon, and test him. If he had the strength to resist – he wouldn’t win, of course, as there were no Psychics stronger than Mewtwo – for a certain amount of time, then he would be allowed to be a floor boss. He would be given the authority to rule over a certain stretch of the dungeon, and use his powers as he saw fit to protect it.

And that would ensure that the Hypnos were unbothered; they would have a place above Espeon in the hierarchy, and they would be able to just order him to stand down if he started getting too uppity. They’d be happy, the dungeon would be safer, and the only one that might get a little pissed off would be the Pokémon that lost their place as floor boss to make room for this Espeon. All things considered, it seemed like a worthwhile trade.

He nodded. It was time to leave.

Flicker.

#

Teleporting through the dungeon floor by floor, Mewtwo ran through a number of plans for the fight. He considered making it a fair one, challenging Espeon face to face, but decided against it. Adventurers in the dungeons would seldom take a fair fight against a boss, so it would be better to push in and see how well Espeon reacted to a surprise. He wouldn’t have to go all-out, of course. Just enough to push and see if Espeon could take a hit as well as dish it out.

After all, floor bosses needed to be able to take damage, too.

Yet, as he flickered through the various levels of the dungeon, something pulled at his mind. Not the entity, it was too far away and well-subdued. No, this was something else, something…

Something that intrigued him about this Espeon. He didn’t know what it was – didn’t even know if intrigued was the right word – but the fact that there was a Psychic in his dungeon that had this much power, and had pushed others this hard, and he was only now hearing about it…

It meant something.

It felt familiar.

It felt…like him.

Mewtwo paused a level below where he was feeling the energy of the Espeon, unable to help himself as he was struck by that thought. He’d never really taken the time to go through his memories of the past and sort them out, but that one…that one hit home hard enough to make him think about it.

He’d come to the dungeon alone. He’d slid inside and taken over without a word. And then the other floor bosses had come, thinking that they would just take him down. They’d break him, shatter him, show him that since they were there first that they deserved to be the one in charge instead of someone that they’d never heard of.

It had taken seconds to show them the error of their ways. One duel after another shattered their ambitions of taking the dungeon from him, and he’d lived at the top ever since, more powerful than any of them and strong enough to terrify them into subservience.

They’d come to him with full ambition and pride, and they’d looked down at him for not having a name that they recognized. He’d had to force them to acknowledge him, and he’d rammed his power, his authority, his right as the best Psychic in the world, down their throats to make sure that they did what they were told. He’d been a nobody, and they made him force an acknowledgement from their lips.

This Espeon…

[i]He’s not the same,[/i] Mewtwo admitted, [i]but he is still a nobody that carved something out for himself. Something that they think he doesn’t deserve.[/i]

Others might have felt a strange sense of compassion at that moment. Mewtwo did not, but he did feel a small burst of hope that this Espeon would live up to his expectations. It would be a shame to be told all these stories only for this newcomer to completely fall flat on his face with a meager test.

Shaking his head, Mewtwo flickered again.

He expected to appear behind the source of psychic energy that he’d been following. Instead, he found himself face to face with a lavender-furred, jewel-faced Pokémon that stared right at him. He’d been anticipated, then. Mewtwo cocked his head to the side.

“Did you sense me coming through the floors?” he asked.

“I felt you three floors away,” Espeon said. “Hard to miss those flickers. Abras bounce around quietly, but you? You’re like thunder-clapping every time that you pop in and out of space.”

“…Thunder-clapping, you say.”

That was new. Oh, he was sure that he was comparatively ‘loud’ to an Abra bouncing around with its little teleports. He had more mass to swing around, and he put more power into it compared to them. More than he needed to, honestly; Mewtwo was aware that he didn’t use his power very efficiently, but he had so much of it that it didn’t matter. He shrugged, bony shoulder plates rising and falling.

“Well, then you knew I was coming. Do you know who I am?”

“Mewtwo.”

“And do you know what that means?”

“Uh, that I’m looking at the strongest Psychic-type in the world, and that I apparently did something to make you come looking for me.”

“Yes. You did.”

“I also didn’t expect you to look so…”

“…Sexy?” Mewtwo blinked as he caught the word from Espeon’s mind. “You…have interesting tastes.”

“You could [i]see[/i] that?” Espeon blurted out, blinking. “I thought –”

“As you said. I am the strongest Psychic-type in the world.”

“…Well, that, uh, that says a lot.”

“And you…are going to be tested.”

“Oh, Arceus…”

And with that, they began.

Shadow-balls, Psy-Waves, Confusion Rays, and more flew from their minds toward each other. They teleported back and forth, bouncing around, avoiding the more physical effects of each other’s attacks while their minds sought to find and isolate the other Pokémon’s psychic energy. Their telepathic abilities filled the room, sealing it off to avoid any popping in and out of the chamber, and slowly began to close it down.

Mewtwo was surprised to feel a barrier against his back after one teleport. Few were the Psychics that could follow his mind that well, and fewer still understood his mind well enough to form a barrier against it. Espeon was skilled, indeed…

But not particularly powerful.

With a gesture, Mewtwo tightened the cage that he’d already formed, squeezing it into a ball no more than four feet by four feet in size. Espeon bounced against the side of it during his next teleport, huffing as he was trapped within.

“No more bouncing around,” Mewtwo said.

“Nnngh…”

“Let us see how long your mind can hold back…’

He reached out, his eyes glowing, but Espeon surprised him by doing the same, eyes glowing and gem glittering. Mewtwo could feel the focus power, how his opponent was using his gem to focus his energy and drag attention to it.

Clever, honestly. Very clever. A lesser Psychic would have been drawn to that energy, focusing on it rather than their opponent, and it would drain their energy. But Mewtwo was aware of it, and he avoided it, looking down at Espeon’s eyes, instead. The glow there was subtler, less powerful, and less draining.

And his eyes were more powerful.

He slid forward, bringing his psychic energy along like a crashing wave. He felt Espeon’s mind wash backward, the sheer weight of Mewtwo’s strength crashing through the other Pokémon’s skull like a tidal wave on the shores. Espeon flinched, gritting his teeth, trying to fight back –

Again.

Again.

Again.

There was no technique to Mewtwo’s attacks. He didn’t need any. Instead, he just brought wave after wave of his energy against his opponent, wearing them down with the sheer strength of each attack, breaking down their mental defenses. The best of his Hypnos had managed to hold out for ten waves before falling to their knees, broken for days later. Espeon had already taken four, and Mewtwo could feel the barriers wavering, shaking as his opponent tried to rebuild them, shuffling his mental energy around to try and shore up the weak points.

“You cannot keep me out for long,” he said.

“Nnngh…I can try…”

“You can. But you will fail.”

Mewtwo swept his hand forward, a powerful Psychic blast rippling from his fingertips. Espeon closed one eye, clenching it shut as he fought, trying to push back, but the attacks that he tried to muster were swept away with each powerful wave.

No, not quite swept away, Mewtwo realized. They were riding the crest of it, losing almost all of their power, but with a hint of it remaining. Just a tiny hint, a little tip of an iceberg where most of it was hidden beneath the waves of psychic power. He chuckled.

“Trying to hold out…admirable.”

“Nnngh…no…”

“No?”

“Not holding out...building…up…”

“There is nothing to build to. You either have the strength to stop me, or you do not. Technique, skill, these things are formidable, but a skilled wall cannot stop a tidal wave. It can only be broken upon it.”

Espeon shook his head, but clearly had no words left.

[i]A pity. I had hoped that you could take at least a few more before your breaking. Perhaps you were only lucky with the Drowzee. Perhaps you aren’t anything special, after all.[/i]

Mewtwo felt a surprising sadness as the thought crossed his mind, but put it to the side. He didn’t have time for pity. All he could do was finish this and move on.

Gathering his power, Mewtwo loomed over the trapped Espeon. Another, smaller wave battered the smaller Psychic-type, bashing him against the mental walls of the cage. The smaller male refused to go down, huffing, grunting, holding his ground –

And then, it happened.

Just as Mewtwo released his power, sending it rolling forward in a final tsunami of mental energy, Espeon looked back at him with eyes that glowed like stars. They were full of power…his power.

[i]Oh…no…[/i]

The most powerful Psychic in the world watched as his attack hit Espeon dead on and then rolled up and around. Without warning, it turned from the final blow of the battle to end his opponent to a massive attack that would end him.

It was Magic Bounce, a skill that some Pokémon developed over time, capable of turning their opponents power back on them. It was usually so ridiculous and circumstantial that it could be worked around, but not only had it happened out of nowhere, but it just so happened to bounce back his most powerful attack.

Mewtwo couldn’t have stopped it if he tried, and so, he didn’t. Instead, he let the wave of power wash over him with the tiniest bit of admiration.

As the Psychic energy slammed into him, it carried him across the room. He didn’t fight it, didn’t lash out with telekinesis to try and stabilize himself. He already knew that was pointless; his attacks couldn’t be resisted like that, not even by him. As he swung back, his back slamming against the stone wall of the cavern, the cage he’d left around Espeon dissipated.

The rest of the attack followed, a whammy of powerful disorienting energy, a cage for the mind, a drug for the body. It entered him, seeping through every crack in his defenses that the first wave had created, and wrapped around him ever so tightly.

It was done.

He was gone.

Mewtwo slipped into oblivion, and – in his last moment of lucidity – wondered what would happen to the dungeon when he was gone.

#

Eventually, Mewtwo woke up. He was still right where he’d fallen after the attack, and for a split-second, he wondered if Espeon had been ‘kind’ enough to just run off, leaving him there.

That ended when he sensed the other Psychic’s aura not far away. So, Espeon had stuck around. Either to gloat or for his own personal reasons, Mewtwo had no doubt. Either way, he would endure. He supposed that, bad luck or not, Espeon had won their fight. An unwinnable fight by any other metric, but Espeon had managed it.

He lifted his head from the wall, meaning to congratulate the other Psychic in begrudging fashion, but as soon as he laid eyes on the cat-like creature…

He couldn’t speak.

His eyes were drawn to the gem. It still glittered in Espeon’s forehead, still surrounded with energy, and this time, he couldn’t look away. He was pulled to it…[i]forced[/i] to look at it…

[i]He did something…something while I was asleep…[/i]

Mewtwo could feel the restrictions on his mind to some degree, but the glittering gem kept him from looking at it or trying to break them down. His immediate instinct, to let loose with another blast of Psychic energy to just blank it out of his mind, had to be suppressed; it was too intimate, too close to his own thoughts, for him to be able to do that without consequences. And he didn’t want to lobotomize himself.

“Nnngh…”

“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore,” Espeon said, pushing himself up on his paws. “And you can just…relax.”

Relax.

Echoing through his mind like the trigger it was, ‘relax’ pushed him to do just that. His arms and legs went limp, and he groaned as he leaned forward. Not enough to take his eyes off the gem, but enough to be more comfortable.

“I brought some friends around, heh. I think that you’re going to like them.”

Mewtwo could just barely see the silhouettes over Espeon’s shoulders. A Drowzee – maybe even the one that had been taken in before, the one Hypno #4 had been complaining about – and a human. Despite the humiliation of being caught out like this, Mewtwo couldn’t bring himself to feel embarrassed. All he felt was…comfort. Relaxation. Warmth.

The gem pulsed. That same wave of relaxation washed over him, taking away the stress, the anger, the annoyance of having fallen to something so much less than him through sheer bad luck. Another pulse, another, slowly washing his brain clean of that annoyance, that anger, that reminder that there was something else that had to be taken care of.

Because there was nothing else.

Slowly, the world started to fade away, and that bright gem was all that was left. His eyes couldn’t look away from it; they were glued to the shimmering surface of the gem, knowing that, somehow, if he looked away, all that comfort would fade with it.

He couldn’t lose that. Not now. Not now that he knew how it felt and how much it gave him.

So, Mewtwo kept staring through each pulsing shimmer, letting himself slip, and fall, and fade further into that comfortable, happy place. It had been…he didn’t know how long, but far too long since he’d enjoyed something like this, where he was comfortable.

No. Where he was [i]happy.[/i]

Espeon must have shifted position because the light moved. Mewtwo moved his head to follow the light, tracking the other Psychic as he – laid down? Why would he lie down? Why would he –

“Come here.”

He was moving without thinking, lifting himself from the ground with his telekinesis and floating over. There was no need for him to walk. That bit of his pride remained, though it was subsumed in something else now. Something warmer, happier, something that had a different need.

What was it? Why did he feel like this? What was –

A smell caught his nose. Not something that he often scented, but something…something else comforting. Something that belonged to Espeon, something that was softly musky, a little bit masculine.

He followed it, going further down, further down, until his nose brushed against the bottom of a shaft. The light faded, but the warmth remained as he realized that he’d floated himself through the air to plant his nose directly against Espeon’s shaft, right where sac and phallus met. He breathed in, the smell light, but still very present, and the throbbing rod over his face was impossible to miss.

“Go ahead.”

There was…an odd invitation there, something that Mewtwo hadn’t expected. Psychics with power forced Pokémon without to do things. That was just how it worked. Psychic Pokémon were not kind about it; they had the power to do what they wanted, so why not do it? If you didn’t have the strength to resist, then that was your fault, not theirs. He should have been forced down…

And in a way, perhaps he was. The warmth, the comfort, the way that his head was fuzzy and out of it – none of that was natural. He was supposed to be in charge, and he’d clearly been warped…

But it didn’t matter, not compared to that happy feeling. And the Espeon…he was a temporary master. That…that could change, in the future, but for now…for now, he would have his fun.

He opened his mouth, collecting that shaft and pulling it down. Into his mouth, past his lips, over his tongue. He sighed as he felt it sliding down toward his throat, closing his eyes to focus on what he was doing properly. Forward, down, toward the base, yes. All the way there, all the way until he felt his chin hit the Espeon’s balls. He held himself there, able to focus on it, letting himself just…swallow. Swallow, suck, feeling the shape of the shaft in his mouth and throat, and –

Yes, he could feel Espeon huffing too, grinding down ever so slightly against his face. Mewtwo couldn’t help but feel at least a modicum of amusement through the pleasure. Even from down here, he could do something.

“Make him feel good,” Espeon said.

For a moment, Mewtwo wondered if there was some other person around, someone else that had to be taken care of. That would have been too much, but –

No. It was one of the others. The Drowzee? No, the human; too many fingers, too slender for it to be Drowzee. And those fingers were wrapping all the way around his dick, pulling on it, dragging it out from between his legs. He could feel the slight barbs at the tip getting pushed down as the human stroked him, and he huffed, spreading his legs a bit further before the human started to suck on him, as well.

Mewtwo put more of his focus into the blowjob, savoring the feeling of the shaft on his tongue. Every little suck, every swallow, brought him a little deeper into the happy-pleasure of the moment, and he sought out more and more of that. He twisted his head, grinding his nostrils into the Espeon’s balls, and he could feel the human doing the same to him.

[i]A Psychic link?[/i]

He tested it. Bobbing up and down, sucking, swallowing, and the human did the same, bobbing along his shaft. Mewtwo stopped dead in his tracks, and so did the human, holding at the same midpoint on his cock as he did on Espeon’s. When he rotated his head one way, the human copied him, and when he tilted it the other way, the human followed in that direction, as well.

Was this a reward? A new game? Some kind of –

Pulse.

Mewtwo sank away from conscious thought, focusing on cock. Cock from Espeon, his cock down the human’s throat, the feeling of worship, and…and a strange sense of…community…

Suck.

Swallow.

Suck.

Swallow.

The feeling of that shaft pulsing in his throat was almost strong enough to make him forget about fact that he was getting a blowjob as well. There was…genuine pleasure in pulling that cock into his mouth, feeling it running over his tongue, knowing that he was giving someone else a good feeling. To have that come back as something good for him was nice, but this…this was…

Hot.

Sexy.

He started to suck harder, pushing his tongue up to guide that shaft against the roof of his mouth and holding it there. Espeon moaned just out of sight, his face impossible to see but the sounds happy. Mewtwo reached up, one hand rubbing those heavy orbs, encouraging them to churn for him.

Sooner or later, he was going to make Espeon blow his load. Sooner or later, he was going to swallow all that seed in there, and he hoped to make it sooner than later. Suck, swallow, bob; he started to attack that cock, forcing his powers forward and making his oral that much more intense as he wrapped the shaft in his mental energies, stroking it even as he sucked around it.

The human moaned around his shaft, rubbing his balls, but unlike his gag-less bobbing, the human continued to ulk and gag and suck hard, clearly struggling against his bigger shaft. Mewtwo would have smiled at that, but no; he was too busy sucking away, giving his Espeon master – temporary or not – the pleasure that he deserved.

Suck.

Swallow.

Suck.

Swallow.

“Mmmph…fuck…”

Espeon was clearly getting off to it, oozing down Mewtwo’s throat…and that made Mewtwo all the happier to continue. The taste was nice, but the knowledge that he could do something good…and that he was being given something kinder…and that maybe, they were liking him a bit…

It touched something in him. And he wanted more.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Mewtwo goes to handle an upstart Espeon, only to find it’s stronger than he expected.

Tags: M/M, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Espeon, Mewtwo, Human, Dungeon, Mystery Dungeon, Fight, Psychic Battle, Miniseries,