The Idiot Tax
Two meatheads managed to sneak into a heavily warded tower? It's time to pay the idiot tax
Commission for arcaneankou (Furaffinity)
The Idiot Tax
Two meatheads managed to sneak into a heavily warded tower? It’s time to pay the idiot tax
“Who’s the cretin who got that idea? You, the meathead? Or you, who’s acting smug?”
“It’s him!”
“No, it’s him!”
“Urgh. Can you stop for one second?”
With one growl, Mewtwo reached for his nose, pinching the elongated base while he glanced at the true destruction in his lab. Flasks and vials thrown aside, machines destroyed, apparatuses bent out of shape, books and storage thrown alongside the corrosive products. In the end… Even if a Tornado had rushed through the lab, the results wouldn’t have been as bad. Yet, the result was… There.
With the two numbheads sitting on their knees like it was enough to excuse years of wasted work.
Mewtwo had known them since they worked in the nearest village: Nidoking as a lumberjack and Charizard as a bricklayer. Both were… Muscular. Fit. At the apanage of their lineage and appearance, basking in the quality of their scales or horns, of their muscles ready for a fight. But they were so dull, so stupid.
“Fine!” shouted Mewtwo, releasing his nose and letting his hands drop by his wide hips. He turned tail and began to rummage through the ruined shelves.
“Sir. We are but poor pe- Ouch! We are poor peasants! We can’t repay you!”
“I know. If I counted on your salary alone, we’d be there for three centuries. No…. I have something more interesting in mind,” he said while he readjusted his robes and glanced at the linen clothes, stained with dirt, worn by the intruders.
He pondered for a second. Then shrugged as he pulled two half-spheres out of the shelves, luckily untouched by their grubby hands.
He dusted them off, then turned toward Charizard and Nidoking before he snapped his fingers and… No more dirty linen potentially adding more dirt to the pristine lab.
“Wh-What the Giratina is this?!”
“Arceus blessed! My clothes!”
Mewtwo rolled his eyes as he glanced at the two Pokemons going to hide their modesty. Sure enough, just like the rest, they were well-endowed. Their genitals were thick, large, and heavy. Nidoking, for example, had an uncut shaft, bright purple, poking free form his groin above a fairly generous set of white-scaled testicles.
Similarly, Charizard had white testicles but a shaft that seemed to emerge from a slit and glistened red without any traces of foreskin. Two males…. Two different sets… And yet, with his mind running, Mewtwo started to make the two colored half-spheres float in his hand.
He grinned, watching them shout and blabber about whatever religious name they could invoke before he coughed.
“You’ll be my test subjects for the next three years. Or you’d rather repay me in blood?”
No. They wouldn’t. No one would dare to cross Mewtwo. Except idiots. So, the punishment was fitting as he saw their words die in their mouths, and they nodded.
“Perfect! Now. Stroke yourselves! … And in silence!” shouted Mewtwo, culling again their recriminations before the two workers started to reach for their cocks. None were eager, none were satisfied… But through gritted teeth and grunts, they began to grip their erect shafts and… Pumped with their hard grip on it, squeezing the soft flesh, and pulling on the foreskin in Nidoking’s case.
The result was… Enjoyable to witness. From the pained grunts, the whispered insults to one another, the dissatisfaction in their eyes, the shame. It was enjoyable for Mewtwo as he sat on a conjured chair, crossing his legs and leaning back… Admiring and inhaling the smell of shame, hatred, fear.
However, it went on too long… Far more longer than desired but those cocks were dripping, stiff, pointing up and spraying precum all over the wooden floor.
“We- We did it.”
“Can we-“
“Let you go? Hah! No!” laughed Mewtwo, flicking at the half-spheres and sending them flying away from him… Before they curved, danced, and instantly… Rushed for the two Pokemons’ groins. In reflex, they tried to hide their genitals, but a quick mental order and their hands were away before the half-spheres landed on their genitals and… In a flash, the Charizard and Nidoking’s genitals seemed gone, except for their testes.
Instead, the half-spheres, colored and looking like those “Pokeballs” of old, were perfectly affixed where their cocks would be. All with a single entrance.
An instant of pure beauty… Ending with the Pokemons leaning forward, clawing at the spheres, crying, writhing, moaning, their faces contorting in pain and bliss merged.
“REMOVE IT! IT FEELS WEIRD! WHERE’S MY COCK!” cried Charizard, sparks coming.
“WHAT IS IT DOING! WHY CAN’T I FEEL IT?”
Their expressions were breaking in sheer fear, their eyes wide, their jaws dropping. And in return, Mewtwo chuckled as he stood up, coming closer and gripping the two Pokemons by their muzzles, lifting them so they were watching him. Watching the Wizard’s wicked grin.
Instantly, the peasants’ mouths were shut, even though their hands continued to grip the “pokeballs”, tugging on the red one for Charizard and the purple one for Nidoking.
It was not those lockballs they ought to be afraid of, but of the markings, of the spiraling shapes forming on their scales and twisting. Starting on their belly, those elaborate swirls formed a heart-like shape, completed by embellishments culminating with two dangling “flowers” on each side. Not a womb, but a primitive and rather crude version that was etched on their bodies and inside their guts.
“From now on… You are mine. ‘Hope you’re enjoying your stay so far. We’ll extend it,” said Mewtwo, watching how fear settled between them.
Then, as if on cue, he released their muzzles and let them drop, crawl, and run away, trying to find a way out of Mewtwo’s tower. It wouldn’t do…. But Mewtwo allowed them to, as he willed a sheet of paper and a pen, starting to write to the Village’s mayor to explain the circumstances. He had plans and desires… And so, it was only fair to explain to the Mayor that since the two broke into the tower, they were indebted. It might… Cost some favor. But Mewtwo was already licking his lips, imagining what he could do to the two as he smiled and… Sighed. New test subjects, those were coming rarely.
And as the sheet fluttered away, turning into a proper letter, the Wizard already planned how to use the two brutes.
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His first act, once he summoned them back with a mental order, was for Charizard and Nidoking to clean up the mess they made. Naked and exposed, the two peasants were not acting as cocky as when Mewtwo found them ransacking his lab.
Now, they were shyly moving amidst the shelves, putting everything back, and throwing away what couldn’t be salvaged. Sometimes, their hands drifted to their genitals as if they could hide the lockballs, even though those relics were “almost” wasted on them.
Once the laboratory cleaned, Mewtwo decided to give the two dimwits purpose. The tower needed cleaning and though his days working in the labs, Mewtwo did not tire watching the two ashamed Pokemons strutting around, bare-assed. Of course, their wives came to ask about them, but the Wizard had to explain they were in debt. He didn’t disclose they were naked and caged…
Nor what he wanted of them when he had them lying on the unique bed within the tower. One large enough to account for four people, though they were only three… At that moment, it only bolstered the two idiots as they were lying on their sides, their hands on their posteriors.
Under their touch, they pulled on the buttcheeks, tugging on the plump muscles, until the swampy crevices were revealed and, with it, the tender and not-so-virgin assholes.
“Please… Gentler, Master,” said Nidoking, his voice rough but shy, almost pleading as his orifice seemed to wink something else to Mewtwo as he stroked it with telekinesis.
“If it keeps going…” mumbled Charizard, not daring to finish.
But Mewtwo knew what would happen as he stroked himself, levitating closer to the hefting bed. With his hard cock in hand, the white foreskin out of the way of the purple cocktip, Mewtwo almost aligned his stiff spire with the Charizard’s entrance.
If it continued in this way, it would be impossible for them not to fall pregnant. With all the potions, the products, the spiked meals…. It was a wonder those two morons were not begging to be bred like mere broodmothers.
But the way their orifices winked at him, the way they gazed at him whenever he was picking the other, or even the soft moans… It sent shivers up Mewtwo’s spine.
No different than the sensation of Charizard’s buttocks squeezing on his length as he approached the entrance. His thick and wide cocktip was almost squeezed by the muscles’ sheer presence… And Mewtwo saw Nidoking’s tail wag as the cocktip tip pressed against his friend’s rim, finding the swollen entrance that was nearly winking, suckling, holding, and gripping. Anal orgasms, hands-free orgasms… It was the only way allowed for the two… And they were starting to get used to it. So used, in fact, he sometimes interrupted them whenever they tried to masturbate with their fingers delving inside their holes.
Only Mewtwo was to give them pleasure.
Only Mewtwo was allowed true masculine pleasure in this tower. And the two meatheads were his toys. His slaves that would happily beg and cry if he refused them this pleasure at least once per week.
His mouth split in a grin, Mewtwo heard Charizard’s pathetic mewling as his entrance was again speared, as the ten inches from the Wizard were quickly digging within the rim, stretching it wide until the fat ring thinned and thinned more. By now, Nidoking was stroking himself, trying to reach for his sphincter to finger it with two digits.
Mewtwo could punish him.
But he didn’t.
He didn’t as he relished watching their caged cocks drip from precum coming from the sole hole at the front. It was the only way to avoid the cage’s overflow… And so, as Mewtwo cock delved within the sultry and burning-hot insides of the Fire-type, he watched the steamy precum pour free from that caged cock.
Likewise to the purple one from Nidoking, as he moaned loudly, two clawed digits hooked inside the entrance.
“hhh… Sir. Master. Please. Be- Be gentle,” begged the Fire-type Pokemon.
“Because you’re in heat?”
Charizard didn’t answer. But Mewtwo knew as he stroked Charizard’s meaty ass, feeling the heat radiating from it. Sure enough, that big brute was in heat. That hole, that “cunt” the wizard had been cultivating for the last few weeks was ready. And so, as he pushed within the swampy and warm depths, Mewtwo sighed in satisfaction.
Sighed and humped, using both muscles and telekinesis to imprint a movement that made the bed creak and the larger Pokemon whine like a nasty whore.
The clawed red hand dug into the sheets, the large jaw clenched, the sparks and fumes came from Charizard’s nostrils. But the Pokemon wasn’t begging for it to stop, or to continue. Too much pride for a peasant.
Still, Mewtwo continued, pumping and feeling how the inner walls tightened around his cock, almost tugging on his foreskin.
He closed his eyes, savoring the tremor shaking the poor idiot and continued his push, to have his cock advancing, pushing, plunging… With each tremor, each squeeze, his cock was delightfully massaged. Blissfully, while the poor Idiot was clinging onto the bed sheets, unable to let them go. Even that mouth opened and closed, breathless. That rim could not stop Mewtwo. It could not even deny Charizard the sheer pleasure he was bound to experience at that moment.
Mewtwo chuckled inside his mind as he saw the hint of excitement and desire from Nidoking. As he witnessed that hand going between the meaty thighs to stroke the scales on them… So close to the genitalia, it seemed to be a pathetic attempt to get a feel of something that wasn’t and couldn’t be there. Then, as the digits retreated and the need seemed to have lost, those fingers returned to the meaty posterior, to the nagging and tempting asshole that winked while releasing droplets of musky and natural lubricant.
There was a breath, aching, heaving, peppered with grunts. Sure enough, the Nidoking was grunting to hide them, scorning to make himself appear dissatisfied.
But the tiny note, the higher pitch, was all Mewtwo needed to hear when those calloused digits dug inside the entrance and were, once more, going for an intimate but shameful massage.
“Hhh… Please! Sl-Slower!” cried Charizard, yanking back Mewtwo to his current duty. To his current plowing.
All the time the Wizard had been monitoring Nidoking, he had been pummeling and bashing Charizard’s meaty posterior by letting his telekinetic powers go wild. The humping was loud, leaving behind a battered and burning ass. Louder was the squelching noise from a hole pathetically attempting to restrain an invader, to stop one from taking the most intimate place for Charizard. Each time, Mewtwo watched and felt how drenched his groin was, yet pushed back in. And Charizard’s vocalization grew… Increased… Reached higher tones until… Well, that cockcage dripped with a dense and musky fluid, milky white. And steaming. No more precum.
The poor Fire-type ejaculated hands-free, and Mewtwo chuckled. He even licked his lips as he leaned forward and listened to his own body. To his needs that were getting heavier on his mind as, with each orgasm, Charizard’s asshole clenched tighter around his shaft.
If it hadn’t been for his telekinetic ability, it would have been impossible for Mewtwo to keep that pace without breaking countenance.
But he had them. And he pushed, uncaring whether it would hurt tomorrow. It would. But he didn’t care as he leaned, his fingers digging inside Charizard’s plump posterior to hold himself steady. He gritted his teeth, feeling the delicate but intrusive burn claim his thighs and posterior, akin to the crescendo of pleasure within his groin, he tried to silence it.
Then, as the spasms grew so intense, they crawled up Mewtwo’s spine, the Wizard narrowly froze.
His testicles lifted, and not through telekinesis. His toes tensed. His brain fizzled with all sorts of sensations amplified by that moment. The tug on his foreskin, the pressure on his engorged shaft, the presence against the base. His mind almost dropped, almost blanked… Before a thin smile twisted his lips. Before his expression shifted from resolute determination to sheer pleasure.
One, he welcomed and punctuated with a sigh as he sensed the tremor shaking his organs.
And felt the warm cum pour free from his cock, right into Charizard’s depths. He could feel the liquid spraying, pushing back due to the internal pressure within those walls…
However, the pressure was soon to push further and higher, to ascend and reach places nothing else would do… And reward Charizard with a chance to fulfill a duty far beyond his station.
Bliss… Blissful pleasure continued to sweep across Mewtwo as he pushed on the plump posterior to pull back, his shaft still hard but now cum-riddled. The orifice itself was… Outstretched, full… And evidently spewing with all the seed stuffed inside, right on the sheets.
But Mewtwo wasn’t bothered by it, nor by the meek moans coming from the Fire-type Pokemon. He smacked that ass a bit more than turned to Nidoking, admiring how the more grounded Pokemon was still playing with his asshole, tugging and fingering it in a pathetic attempt to reach what he desired.
“It’s pointless, dimwit. Unless I grant you the release myself, you won’t… Cum,” said Mewtwo, cocky and arrogant. Though he was certain of his abilities at this moment.
“P-Please! I wanna cum! I wanna cum so hard! Y-You did this for Charizard! Please! Do me!”
“Even if you know you’ll have my eggs?”
The question hung in the air, with Nidoking’s eyes glancing at his partner. Charizard’s belly was stuffed and swollen, the slight pudge replaced by a wondrous rotundity that radiated with heat and potential. Stupid as he was, Nidoking knew what the consequences would be of accepting the offer.
He nodded.
Mewtwo smiled. Smiled further when the Nidoking shifted his posture, going from lying on the side to going on all fours, with his back arched so as to present his posterior at a more convenient angle.
More than that, hands rushed to grip the posterior to yank the cheeks away, exposing the entrance that was to be taken, showing the swollen rim already gaping.
“Please… Fuck me, sir.”
Mewtwo even rewarded his fellow servant with a smack on the posterior as he took him. Not as gently and slowly as Charizard. But it wasn’t what Nidoking wanted.
In the heat of the moment, in that moment of estrus, Nidoking was prompt to hump back and impale his plump cheeks on Mewtwo’s cock. No, to have his entrance clench and squeeze the Wizard’s spire, to keep it massaged, pressed, and exposed to an attention only an asshole trained and, oddly, in control could do.
Soon, the Tower was filled by Charizard’s pitiful grunts as he recovered… And the loud and louder moans from Nidoking as his body rocked back and forth from the rough fuck. The bed below creaked. The articulation popped, the breathing became ragged.
And atop, there was the Wizard chuckling with that fish-eating grin, finding pleasure and somehow delight in those two dimwits presence.
They were perfect test subjects, bedfellows, maids, and then some… They were subservient, knew their role and purpose if they were to act out.
No, the Wizard relaxed as he passed a hand over his face, collecting the sweat over it as he felt another orgasm come closer, as he felt the typical pain of sore muscles and tensed body.
As he sensed the burn and pressure starting to build up within his groin, to flare, to brand his bits until he knew, at that moment, he couldn’t just keep at it. Not long, not much longer.
He glanced at Nidoking, below… Watched the burly Pokemon biting the nearest pillow, with the expression crumbling by the second, with the tears streaking across that delighted expression.
And somehow… The Wizard knew what he wanted out of those two idiots.
As he couldn’t control and keep himself any longer, as he pumped with his weakening legs and thighs, as the aflare pleasure was about to implode… He relaxed and closed his eyes… letting go. Filling, stuffing, making sure Nidoking would be bloated by the time he was done… By the time they were done.
Done.
Done with the breeding, done with the impregnation, done with everything until it was with an enjoyed sigh, the Wizard savored his warm tea, observing his “maids” working to clean up the bedroom, holding onto their exposed bellies.
They were pathetic, pitiful. And yet exciting to see as their womb tattoos flared up, heat and light, in their respective red and purple color. Soon enough, they would lay their eggs and be ready for another clutch.
Mewtwo returned to the letter for the mayer he just finished: a long elaborate text explaining how Charizard and Nidoking became broodwhores, how he plan to keep those cock-caged sluts for himself.
But then… he scratched it all for a few more words:
“I will keep those idiots for me. Tell their wives I’ll repay them in gold.
Mewtwo, and his two whores.”