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“Your hubris will be your downfall demon,” states Thrysta, the sleek two-toned blue rubber mewtwo stares down at her opponent as she finds herself in an immaculate fortress throne room hybrid fortress made of immaculate white marble with black veins spread throughout. She hovers over the ground, not daring to single foot on the ground.

“I think it will be you, who will find yourself lost in your own confidence. I am impressed you managed to push me from your world and even follow me here, but now you are surrounded,” states Mefiialtez, his three pairs of glowing blue eyes, glass like in appearance are all focused on the mewtwo. With sharp deadly teeth, thick black tentacle-like hair, pale skin that turns into a deep red color. His movements are uncanny in their own way, skin smooth and seamless but like an interwoven fabric.

She smirks, “It’s not overconfidence if I know that I will win,” she states, building up a ball of psychic energy within three fingered ball hands, unleashing the crackling energy void sphere, launching it out at him.

His eyes glow, creating a psychic barrier which the sphere breaks through one… two… Each set of eyes twitching with each one being broken, the third barely holding on as he retaliates with a blast of psychic energy, “You will want to submit to me my sweet mewtwo and become my gay plaything.”

She tensed, flicking her tail, “For one with so many eyes, you really can’t see that well. I feel your words drip with psychic energy, but they will not push into my mind,” she retorts, her hands glowing a deep blue as she pulls on one of the supporting pillars causing it to tumble and fall toward the demon, who remains smug and defiant in his stance.

He casually glances up at the pillar, not even bracing for impact as it smashes down into him, only to be instantly twisted and turned into an amalgamation of black and white tentacle snakes that launch out toward Thrysta, who flies back in surprise.

The demon grins, “I told you; you are surrounded. Everything around here is a part of me,” he chuckles, as more such creatures leap from another pillar towards her.

The attacks initially bounce off the psychic barrier, but one breaks through, but is snapped in twain by her mental energy, cutting of a piece of this black goo, which she quickly envelopes around with a bit of her own latex that launches from her body and surrounds it, “I need to learn more before I can get close,” she thinks.

“How very curious,” he responds, raising a pair of eye ridges as he feels a part of his essence enveloped by the mewtwo, watching her with an ability akin to his own, albeit very different in nature, “Do you think just because you can contain that you can win?”

Thrysta moves keeps the enveloped part close but separated from herself, feeling through her latex the corruptive nature that tries to consume and take over her latex, while she unleashes her own ability to do the same. She feels the consuming and transforming nature of both her essence and the demons, while dodging several more attacks, striking out with a few more psychic blasts, which are barely deflected each time, launching two at once, almost breaks through the last barrier, but brings the demon’s attack closer to home as she must teleport a short distance to get out of the way.

“Those cat-like reflexes won’t keep you safe for long. In the end you’ll be nothing more than my fuck toy,” he cackles.

Thrysta feels the tensions rise as she holds back her anger, “He’s trying to throw you off your game. Keep focus. Everything he says is simply a poison trying to benefit him.” She thinks as she squeezes and feels her latex around the contained piece of demonic essence. The struggle between her and him grows on a physical, mental and microscopic level.

The six eyed demon Mefiialtez stands proud, moving closer to his adversary, “Why resist Thrysta. You’ll love being one of my minions. Just ask all the others, they all agree. Being under me is a wonderful thing,” he says with a domineering toothy grin, launching a mental attack against the mewtwo with such force that it almost pushes her back… almost.

“Your words fall on deaf ears, demon,” Thrysta retorts, building up psychic energy around her to the point that it arcs energy between half a dozen psychic void balls, each one growing in size and strength as she focuses her power into it, “This should work…” she thinks, raising her hand up as it swirls with energy.

Six psychic attacks, six eyes, one per sphere. A simple attack to defeat, albeit a powerful one. Mefiialtez gives off a blue unworldly glow, unleashing a strike of his black tentacle hair, extending them out impossibly far and thin, moving around the mewtwo’s attack as he meets her head on.

Thrysta bobs and weaves, dodging the demonic strikes, putting up her barrier to bounce the attacks as it begins to crack, while her strikes hit and smash through each of the demon’s barriers, dissipating one sphere pew blow. Yet the demon doesn’t appear worried as the last sphere is about to hit him square in the face but is destroyed in mutual annihilation between the unstoppable force and the unmovable object.

With a toothy grin the demon declares, “If that’s the best you can do, you’ll never come a million years in win…” he says, his words trailing off when he feels something wrap around his legs and his back, “What in my hells?” he growls, looking down to see half a dozen miniature latex mewtwos, working to grab and hold his limbs. He growls and tugs, trying to kick them off but they wrap around each limb, forcing his knees to buckle by smacking the back of his knees hard with their bulbous tails.

Thrysta smirks, her psychic energy flowing through her other selves, allowing her to lift the demon into the air, and to her level. His head of hair contained around one such mewtwo as she also forces the demon to look straight into her eyes, “Your overconfidence made you fail to see that my attack was just a distracting and to break your barriers so I can get in close and touch you…” she chuckles, moving in closer.

The demon smirks, feigning confidence, “This is nothing but a mistake that you will come to regret. You do not realize the power I project from the mere touch of my person.

Thrysta now floating a few inches around him, “I think you fail how much power the touch of my person possess,” she states, running a balled finger on the underside of the demon’s chin as her psychic energy holds the demon firm, “I was going to beat you to a pulp and make sure you never return to my home. But after all that you’ve said…” she grins, “A more fitting punishment and containment is in order,” she states, showing off the rubber sphere that contained the piece of himself, opening it up to reveal nothing but blue latex.

Confidence doesn’t fade from his face, “You’re just making my job easy. If you could think you could contain me, hold me? I will corrupt you from the inside, and you’ll be nothing more than my gay bitch before the day is over,” he states, tensing as the mewtwo’s thick blue tail coils around the demon’s body, starting from his feet, and working her way up. Her little mewtwo helpers keep their shape but the blue tail moves through them as if they aren’t even there as they help pull and tug the demon into her gooey inside embrace.

“I think you’ll make a wonderful plaything a delightful fuck toy for me demon,” she states, pulling him in deeper into her body, his feet and legs now consumed by her flowing latex, as the extra mini-Thrystas disappear back into her body, allowing more of her essence to be forced upon the demon, combatting his corruptive essence, transforming it into something better.

He smirks, tugging against the bondage as the tail coils around his lower regions, his smooth skin, feels like fabric against the mewtwo’s sleek latex body. His member pushing out, a spiral color of magenta and black, that would be a hypnotic swirl for anyone to be on their knees giving it the attention that it looks like it desperately wants right now, “You’ll see, and I’ll say you feel so wonderful from the inside, I’ll be sure to feel it again and again soon.”

The mewtwo unphased by his comments, coils higher around the demon’s body, pulling more of him into her tail, like a thick rubber quicksand, the sleek latex slipping into any orifice it can wiggle its way into, while pushing into the mass of essence, forcing to mix in with the demon itself, “Big talk for someone about to be under me forever.”

“Forever is a long time, do you think you can match the talk?” he responds as the tail now squeezes around his chest, tendrils pulling out, latching around the demon’s body, reaching out to meet his wild “hair” pinning each down, pulling his head back as he must look up at the mewtwo.

“One way to find out, but I’m confident in this outcome,” she chuckles, the mass of rubber giving the demon’s cock a big squeeze, massaging it less out of pleasure but more out of necessity as he is moved deeper within her.

The demon grins, letting out a huff of black inky smoke, “And you called me overconfident…” he says as the tail reaches around his head, the bulbous mewtwo tip forces into the demons’ mouth, coating his sharp teeth in harmless blue rubber as he’s soon forced completely into her tail, deeper into her body, the mewtwo giving the tail a firm flick, swinging the demon around within her, tightening her grip around every inch of his form.

The demon’s mouth is filled, his rear his filled, his body is steadily filled and squeezed by the gooey latex muck he finds himself in. He tests the strength of the walls, trying to push his way out, only able to make a vague outline in the mewtwo’s sleek blue latex, “You haven’t escaped me,” he projects his thoughts to the mewtwo, having them drip with lust and arousal, but then it is also he that is feeling ever growing lust, pleasure arousal.

Thrysta hovers there, gently rubbing her belly, her latex squeaking loudly, “For one who was probably so long lived as you, you know so little. How about I show you just what I’ve been holding back,” she mews softly, the mewtwo’s eyes glowing blue as she forces her mind onto his, into his thoughts, feeling the lustful homo-erotic desires that swirl within that mind, the hazy corruptive smoke that billows from his mouth, only stopped somewhat by her own rubber flooding into him.

“Whatever mortal pleasures you can conjure they are nothing compared to…” Mefiialtez’s mind stops for just an instant as he feels a psychic drill push past his mental shields and straight into the pleasure cortex of his psyche. There he suddenly feels everything the mewtwo is feeling. Which for him is nothing new, but what is, is the level of pleasure that is wrecking his body. The most sensitive, the most eager, the sensation that the slightest touch would give enough pleasure to send him over the edge, that was over every inch of the mewtwo’s body.

Thrysta smirks, “What was that? I can’t hear you anymore, cat got your tongue?” she asks coly, gripping her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze as she gently caresses her nipple, funneling her pleasures deeper into the demon’s thoughts, working to break down his defenses.

“What sweet forbidden ambrosia is this?” he thinks as he’s force fed the mewtwo’s natural state of arousal and pleasure. With every inch of the mewtwo’s form he discovers how hypersensitive her skin is. He quickly comes to the realization the degrees of pleasure that are increased with each sexual orifice, and organ that could be used. Outer sex, breasts, balls, mouth, rear thrice the pleasure, shaft, inner sex, nipples, throat, prostate, quadruple the pleasure, and clit and cock head are the pinnacle of aching delight of quintuple the pleasure, and what makes things better? Or worse depending on how one could view it, any latex-on-latex contact, including herself, doubles this.

“You think I am strong willed just because I am a mewtwo? Sure, that certainly helps, but I live an existence you could never fathom till this very moment. Feel your mind be broken on the pleasure that is my normal,” boasts Thrysta, focusing more of her energy into the demon’s mind, forcing the pleasure, ach, need, the lust that washes over him to grow ever stronger and in kind, Thrysta feels herself growing aroused. Her folds becoming wetter, hotter, starting to ache with a bubbling need to be touched, which in these moments, she gently caresses all in order to further torment the demon within.

“Such a thing cannot exist, and it will not sto…” Mefiialtez thinks as his words are cut off, Thrysta pushing into his mind playing with the wave of his thoughts as the mewtwo moves her hands in front of her, playing with the psychic energies.

“I’ve been reading what you’ve been doing all these eons. All the terrible things you’ve done. The realities where you have lied, cheated, deceived people in order to corrupt them into your things of pleasure, hopefully and forever obedient to you. The more I know your mind, the more I know what I am going to do with you,” she says, plucking at the strings of thoughts that compose his mind, “How about… you will not stop doing this to me.”

Mefiialtez shudders, unable to gasp though his body wants to, sinking deeper to the churning bliss of rubber as he thinks, “ Not stop doing this to me. ” He tries to stop and process it, the pleasure rumbles through him, climaxing hard as his essence is taken and absorbed. “What was that… that wasn’t…” he thinks, feeling his thoughts, knowing on one level those were his thoughts and yet they were not the initial thoughts he intended. As it swirls in his mind, feeling the scenario out, it certainly felt what he wanted to think.

Thrysta huffs, feeling the demon’s squirming throbbing hard body within him, the seed drawn in, taken, remolded to something more suiting, as she works to overtake the demon bit by bit, rearranging his essence one bit at a time. With a smug grin, Thrysta gently rubs her breasts, squeezing her mounds as the pleasure builds within her, forcing it directly into the demon, “For a demon of lust, you are having a troubling time handling mine. Perhaps you need more of it,” she chuckles.

He squirms and wiggles within the latex confines, pressing all around him, forcing him to melt into the rubber, mingling within as his strength has come for naught within the rubber that holds him so tightly, so completely. His eyes flare up, glowing with anger as he tries to push back using the connection tunnel the mewtwo has set up, “This is nothing. I can handle it, for you are my everything and I am nothing. ” His body twitches, his cock throbbing harder, growing in sensitivity with each passing moment as a tail begins to spread out from his body, his form moved deep within the mewtwo as his fingers merge together, melting, fusing, as he can feel his demonic shape steadily melt away and be remolded into something else.

“You are nothing. And I will rebuild you, make you into something, doesn’t that sound exciting, my precious little fuck toy?” exclaims Thrysta, feeling his mental energy trying to push back into her mind, crashing into her psychic barriers, in a vain attempt to sink in and corrupt her thoughts. Her sex clenches in excitement, a thought bubbling into her mind, a thought of the demon kneeling between her legs suckling…

Mefiialtez shudders, something about what was being said felt so enticing. Such a powerful creature holding him a demon? The thoughts swirl in his mind like a storm tearing through his mental defenses as the mewtwo gets deeper within his thoughts and as he feels her push deeper, the more he can connect and bring forth his corruption back to her, or at least so he hopes. His intoxicating smoke billows out of his mouth, filling the mewtwo with the literal essence of his corruption. His homo-erotic nature spilling forth into her, while at the same time the idea of becoming her fuck toy… didn’t disgust but intrigued him, yet he knew that the thoughts are his own they are not natural, each one a plucked string that is manipulating his thoughts to better suit the mewtwo that his body is steadily taking shape.

His muzzle softens, becoming less lizard-like and more feline. A second neck forms from his back and drives right into his head as his groans turn into a soft mew, the tail growing outward and becoming bulbous as his body is chewed, reformed, remade into something far more sensitive. His arousal hardens further as he feels the mewtwo’s aura caress around his mind, building that connection, drilling it deeper.

“I will corrupt you. I shall get… on my knees and serve you with all my might and will. For I am your humble toy… ” the new thoughts fill his head, altering his very core and psyche as his cock throbs and aches at the idea of being in that position, kneeling between her legs and sucking her off. His body twists and turns, shifting further within the mewtwo mold that holds him there, stripping him away of his demonic looks, for something far more superior. A fact that he’s come to accept as the truth.

The world around the mewtwo has already begun to shift along with the demon trapped within her. She huffs and moans a little bit of the demonic smoke escaping her lips as she shudders in ever growing arousal. The strength of the demon was no joke, and only the immense power of a mewtwo like herself could even make it look easy. Thrysta’s smug grin as he hovers in the grand throne room, watching the polished pillars shine, darken to a deep blue, a sign of her growing strength over the demon. She shudders as her sex drips with pleasure, thoughts of the demon sucking her, licking her, flooding her mind. Having him right underneath him, between her legs, it builds up her intoxication as she forces herself deeper into his mind, altering his thoughts, “For a demon with his contracts, I will make one that you can never break and never will want to break.”

Mefiialtez tenses, “What?! No, you cannot make such a great contract without me helping Mistress. ” He shudders, his cock spurting pre-cum, the want and need to climax is so great yet he feels a block within his body, unable to reach it, making him want it more.

“Such a good demon. Or I should say fuck toy, a mewtwo fuck toy for your Mistress, me. One that will be forever bound to me, serve me. Obey me, and no other. Your power is my power. Your climax is my climax. You are simply a part of me and nothing more than that. The part that wants to make sure I feel good and serviced whenever I desire without question or second thought.”

Mefiialtez’s legs elongate, a shapely feminine yet still male form taking shape. A true submissive femboy mewtwo body. He can feel it, the shifting, the latex-on-latex sensation and all the pleasure that comes with it, builds up within him. There is nothing better than this new body he’s feeling, knowing there is more shifting going on as his latexified body is made submissive to the mewtwo. Her words, thoughts, will becoming his own as he thinks back with ever weakening resistance, “We’ll need to craft a powerful contract. One with no loopholes. I will give myself fully to you. In service to you. Obey your every whim and desire without any tricks or lies. I am to become a part of you, where I need your permission for everything that isn’t deemed insignificant to you. I pledge my demonic essence to you. To be shared and controlled by you. To be made one aspect, a part of your greater superior whole.”

“Why, that does sound like a good contract. Binding yourself to me, becoming a simple plaything in mind, body and soul. What a delightful thought. Transferring all your powers and privileges to me. Everything that you have, becomes mine. Through and through.”

Mefiialtez tenses and groans, the mewtwo body he’s mimicking, all contained within the larger superior, mewtwo’s body. All his movements are simply mimicking Thrysta as she moves him around, pulling at his strings as he feels herself up, thrusting upon him more pleasure that he can barely contain within himself, “Everything as you say… And should be. I am your humble fuck toy. I am an object. A thing. It should refer to itself as such as it binds the contract to you. It is now yours now, forever and always, past, present, and future. All that it has owned, that it has made will now be yours and made in your image to best serve your new realm. As it becomes a part of you, imparting all it has to you.”

Both parties feel the contact being forged, seared into each other’s souls’ and minds, bringing them closer together. Thrysta shudders, her sex tensing, squeezing, thoughts flowing into her mind, desires, bubbling in the depths of her body. Her tail flicks as she lets out a bit of black haze from her mouth. She licks her lips, gently squeezing her breasts, massaging her mounds as pleasure and lust fill her, thoughts of giving into her lust grow, and spread throughout her, while the demon melts further into the mewtwo, becoming part of her body, shaping of her body, ready to blow a load, yet the contract is in place. His member throbs within her as he can’t wait to be “Free” from within her body so he can be of service to her, like her mini-mewtwos that she’s created before.

Thrysta slips a finger into her sex, clenching down on it, as she slowly lowers herself, touching down right in front of the throne that she knows deep down is now hers, “I can’t wait to have you begin to serve me, can you?” she purrs.

Mefiialtez… no, that isn’t its name anymore. It is a simple toy, that is what it is. The toy is eager, the toy is needy, the toy is ready, “It is ready to be of service Mistress.”

The mewtwo smirks, “I can feel it. Yes, I think now is time to have you serve me, my delicious toy,” she states, forcing the toy to remain in place as she simply moves to sit in the throne. Slipping out of her body is a hot pink mewtwo, sleek, shiny, femboy in shape with an aching throbbing dick ready to drip pre-cum. The mewtwo toy stands there, moaning, mewing, as Thrysta simply allows it to come out of her body. Thrysta looks up at the slightly smaller mewtwo, gently rubbing a finger right over her sex, the image popping into her mind to have him right between her thick legs, “What are you waiting for, toy? Get to it.”

M-Toy, the designation sinking into the toy’s mind, it lets out a huff of corruptive smoke, “As you wish its Mistress,” it says falling to its knees, feeling the immense pleasure all around it. The air around it burns with pleasure as it caresses around its body. Its tongue comes out of its mouth, licking across the wet mewtwo folds, feeling the sensitivity boost of tongue on latex. Yet there is more. It shudders, feeling its Mistress’ sex, the immense pleasure flowing through her. The chair against her butt, the tail moving across the opening in the back that now exists simply because its Mistress wills it. It feels two bodies, with its one simple obedient mind. It drives its tongue into its sleek rubber blue sex, the pink and blue contrasting, in such a wonderful way.

Thrysta leans back, feeling her toy’s tongue caress her eager folds, squeezing the tongue. She gently bucks her hips against the mewtwo’s mouth, feeling it suckle hard on her sex. Images flash in her mind of that mewtwo’s needy dick. She moves her foot to gently stroke the cock, caressing it, toying with it. She shudders, sinking in deeper, letting out a soft huff, black smoke escapes her lips as lust fills her thoughts, increasing further.

The toy suckles harder, bringing that clit into its mouth, driving its tongue deep into its Mistress, blowing its corruption smoke deep into her open hot vent, wanting to please and fill her with delight. Its mind completely focused on her. Its actions are completely in support of her. Pushing her deeper into higher shared lust. It feels everything she does and so much more, over and over its need grows, and eagerness to obey bubbles up.

Thrysta lets out another deep moan. Her sex grows tighter and tighter as the hot corruptive smoke is blown into her hungry vent. Her body shudders as she grabs the toy’s head, digging her fingers into the toy’s head, like he was water, only stopping when she wants to, sinking her hand into the head and pumping the toy’s head against her sex as she bucks harder. Images of dicks flood her thoughts, building, bubbling, as she milks the toy’s dick harder, yet still no climax for either come… yet.

The former demon’s insatiable homo-erotic lust continues to build, licking, suckling. The connection with its Mistress is as strong as it could ever be. Loving the feel of the Mistress hand literally in its mind. Its devotion is stronger than anything that it has ever experienced before either giving or receiving.

Thrysta’s desire for dick builds. The thought of having a dick grows, her sex tightening as dark smoke escapes her lips, her muzzle shifts, and changes. A strange desire to contain herself, to contain the demonic energy grows. Slowly, her muzzle shifts as a pair of thick visors slip over her head, tinting her vision dark blue, while a similar pair forms over her toys.

M-toy licks across the sex, feeling the vent opening quickly shrinking. A pair of spheres begins to grow at the base of the shrinking hole. The clit hardens and grows outward. It’s cock throbs harder, seeing a budding cock grow before it. It happily suckles and nurses the balls, gently rubbing its Mistress’ thighs, wanting to give as much pleasure as possible.

The mewtwo’s growing balls shot pleasure deep within her, a feeling of that is the pleasure she needs, she wants. Her cock growing, overtaking her female sex as she feels better with it with each passing moment. With it both her and her toy have forming rubber gas masks that form from their heads, containing their thick corruptive black smoke. Filtering it, and keeping it within, letting it feed back into both of them, furthering the homo-erotic need of both mewtwos.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is what I need. I love it so much,” Thrysta mews, falling for it as she moves her toy’s head from her balls to her throbbing needy cock, “Suck your Mistress of. Show how good of a fuck hole you have,” she demands.

M-toy is happy to oblige, the filter allowing its Mistress cock to slip right in. A lovely blue two toned spiral colored dick, much like its own. As its head bobs up and down on the length its like a hypnotic spiral that it stares on, helping it sink into the lust and obedience of the moment. Sucking the cock harder and harder, slurping, and giving it, it’s all, loving the spiral as it sinks in nice and deep, the Mistress’ balls hitting its chin over and over again.

Thrysta is utterly enthralled with the sensation, how good and wonderful her news toy is. How good he is with sucking dick, and how great it is to have one to pound into that lovely gas masked mewtwo muzzle. She thrusts harder, huffing and puffing, enjoying the aroma of her own latex, the dark corruption that flows through her that is now hers to command. The feeling of even more power through her as she can barely hold back as she unleashes her load right into the mewtwo’s hungry fuck hole of a mouth, “Yes that’s it my toy. Take your Mistress’ cock. Love it, suck it, clean it,” she mews in utter delight.

The toy drinks it down, feeling the Mistress’ climax as it was its own. Feeling a small sense of relief while itself is left aching, wanting, hungry, eager. It drinks down the Mistress’ corruptive essence with glee. The blue two seed is all that it could want as it takes the cock deep into its mouth, sucking nice and firm, while caressing the balls underneath, making sure they are well massaged. The pleasure is wonderful, making it buck its hips against its Mistress foot, leaving streaks of its hot pink pre-cum on the two’s food, which are quickly absorbed by the Mistress and then fed right back into its hungry mouth.

Thrysta’s new homosexuality locks deep into her mind as she pets the two’s head, “Good slutty toy. Now show me that cute rear of yours. You did such a good job with one hole, I have to try the other before we get down to business,” she purrs domineeringly.

Slowly, passionately with a bit of reluctance, but obeys nonetheless, the two toy pulls off the Mistress’ cock, “With pleasure Mistress,” it purrs, turning around and presenting its cute rear to the domineering mewtwo. It can feel the throb, and ache of its Mistress. Without seeing her, it can feel every inch of her body, knowing where she is, picturing perfectly in its mind, as it spreads its legs, its member throbbing between its legs, showing off its eager devotion as its hips are gripped by her, and gently caressed.

“What a lovely ass you have there my toy,” she purrs, her member throbbing in glee as she gently rubs the cock against the tight hole, “It will serve me well as I will be needing you again and again whenever I desire it,” she purrs, already letting the new change in her gas-masked muzzle look to be just a normal part of her. A due to contain the demon’s corruption as she takes over his mantle and command of the realm.

“Thank you Mistress, you made it this way, it has you to thank,” it purrs in kind, shuddering as Thrysta pushes her length into its tight rear, shuddering in delight, its own cock jumping up in glee as its soft rear is an excellent cushion for its Mistress to bounce off of it.

“Such a good obedient hungry slut,” purrs Thrysta as she tightly grips the mewtwo’s hips, overtaking the toy with delight as her member slips into it again and again, pounding hard into that rear, smashing that prostate, hitting that high pleasure button as she feels the delight of her rear milked by such an already well-trained hole. She huffs, the gas mask filtering the corruption, feeding her lust and delight as the realm around her further changes to the two-toned blue with hints of delightful pink for added design. Her symbols of control forming as a dark blue and light blue latex collar forms around M-toy’s neck, further showing off her dominance as she pounds into it.

Loud squeaks and pleasuring mews fill the throne room, echoing out into the massive room that becomes molded to fit the mewtwo. Any statue of the former demon is replaced by Thrysta, and one or two showing her new two toy servicing her, snapshots of the moments that are taking place, of it between her legs. Thrysta’s tail flicks, letting mini-Thrysta’s form out of her. They are with the same gas mask as herself.

M-toy shudders, feeling the new bodies, the new areas of pleasure, the shemale mewtwos moving into position around it, beacons of pleasure and more for it to service as it arches its back in delight, squeezing hard on the cock that is pounding into its rear. The first mini-Thrysta Mistress slips underneath, rubbing its hard throbbing length against the mewtwo toy. Giving that doubled pleasure, of its already multiplicative sensitive delight. The mini-Thrysta revels in its own pleasure, rubbing and grinding the cocks together, while the second one moves over and grips the hot pink mewtwo’s face, shoving its dick right back into that lovely hole, mewing in delight, saying into the mewtwo toy’s mind, “I loved your mouth so much I needed it again even while taking your lovely rear.”

“Thank you Mistress, it exists to serve you now and forever,” it purrs, as its spit roasted between the two mewtwos and tormented and teased by the second mewtwo mistress between its needy legs. It wraps its tail around its Mistress… or at least tries to, but it passes through Thrysta as if she was water, or perhaps she is solid, and it is water. The mewtwo has no power over the Mistress, only allowing her to be touched when she wants it, and never more, never less.

The power dynamic rocks the former demon with absolute delight. All worries and cares are gone. Any thoughts of domination stripped from its mind. It is a tool of the Mistress and when it feels its Mistress unleash another delightful climax. It feels the Mistress’ essence flood its rear, flowing down into it, as the other two mini-mewtwo’s climax in kind, flooding its mouth, coating its length while itself doesn’t climax in the same way,

Instead Thrysta’s blue seed essence flows through the mewtwo, flooding into the toy’s balls, shooting up and out of the toy’s cock, blue needy essence of its Mistress. The Mistress’ essence climaxes again, denying the toy its own release, yet feeling one just the same, four times over. The mini-mewtwo underneath it is covered in the Mistress essence, absorbing it back into its body, showing how controlled everything is. Not even the toy’s climax is made with its own seed, it’s not even a real climax, is it? Leaving the toy squirming and wanting for more in ways that it could have only dreamed for as a demon, showing just how superior the Mistress is.

When Thrysta pulls away, the mini mewtwos return to her body, absorbed back in, leaving the toy to only focus on its body and Thrysta’s, “You’ve done well Toy, now provide me some support,” she states as she sits back on the throne, kicking up her feet.

“With pleasure Mistress,” it purrs, moving to be a simple stool for Thrysta’s feet, supporting her in everyway it can.

Thrysta smirks, her cock still throbbing hard. She gently caresses it, teasing herself and her toy. Loving the squirming need it has, “Let’s bring forth my new minions. They all need a wonderful mewtwo make-over, don’t you think? Everyone of your minions will take after me, for… how wrong for me to speak. They aren’t your minions, they are my minions aren’t they toy?” she asks with a knowing grin,

M-toy mews, “Yes Mistress, they are yours, now and forever. They’ve always been yours, and they already know it. Their forms are already taking shape to your will.”

“How lovely, we’ll bring them forth, I want to see them with my own eyes before I have them ravage you. Each of them I am sure is very eager to return the eons of dominance back to you. Simply returning the favor, I’d say, wouldn’t you agree?”

The two-toy mews, huffing in delight, knowing exactly just how long that could take, and how rough and delightful it's going to be, “Yes Mistress, and it sounds wonderful.”

Thrysta smirks, “It’s a lovely start of my new realm, and I think once we’re settled in, it’ll be a great better place for all of us mewtwos to be,” she purrs, looking ahead, seeing the first of many arrivals to pay their respects to her, and teach the former demon lord Mefiialtez his… its place.