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A lifespan with no known limit and eternal youth to accompany it had turned the Mewtwo into a seeker of pleasures of the flesh. It was his desire to experience sex in as many forms as possible. Like a hunter who had conquered the whole of the animal kingdom and turned to pursuing his own kind, the Mewtwo sought stranger and stranger companions for his trysts. That was why Raike knelt before him in a bondage of black magic-like psychic power. As exotics went, Raike was the most peculiar thing he had yet laid eyes on. Part fox, part moogle, he was one of a kind - and that made him valuable to the Pokemon.

The Mewtwo snapped with the overlarge tips of his fingers. The cognitive dam he had placed in his prey's mind fell away. Life came back into his slack face. Immediately he bleated, "Where am I? How did I-? Why can't I move my arms?" He fidgeted in some invisible bond. "Or my legs!"

You aren't moving, the Mewtwo spoke into his mind, because I'm not allowing you to. I will allow it, but understand that you are here on my pleasure. Then came a deep chuckle which Raike heard just as clearly as his speech. I wouldn't hesitate to punish you if you disobeyed me. Do you understand?

Raike stared stupidly at the Pokemon. That the creature was speaking to him without moving its mouth was the least of his concerns, he decided. "All right, okay. Yes. Just let me move..."

Without flourish, the Mewtwo released his hold on the foxmoogle's body. Raike sprawled before him, a heap of cramped muscle and sleeping nerves. The captive's wings, too small to fly with, flopped then retracted. The pompom-tipped antenna on his head bobbed as he straightened himself. The Mewtwo silently found the appendage cute.

"What do you need me for?" Raike asked. Being no longer bonded and feeling not terribly threatened allowed his mind to wander. Distinctly, he thought the tall, gray-skinned and purple-bellied Pokemon was handsome. Naturally, his gay eyes drifted to the Mewtwo's loins where a heavy, uncircumcised phallus the color of his belly dangled. Plump balls dangled below like ripe fruits. So strange, he thought. Didn't notice that before.

Because I didn't allow you to notice it, the Mewtwo telepathically spoke. Raike flinched and looked at face face guiltily. Your mind is nothing to me. I could make you see unspeakable horror, things you won't unsee no matter how tightly you close your eyelids.

"Oh, my god," Raike murmured. "Wait a second. You've been reading my-?"

Reading every thought you have? Yes. And I must say, he folded his arms and smirked, you have fine taste. Let us waste no time.

The Mewtwo lunged near, crossing the span of his spartan bedchamber in a flash. He stopped an inch short of Raike and the foxmoogle yelped, flinched back, fell on his wings. Rise, Raike, the Pokemon commanded him.

Raike had no choice in the matter. An intangible force enveloped him and bent him into a sitting position. The grip of the Mewtwo's powers was frigid and loathsome. "What's going on?" he asked, pointlessly.

The Pokemon chose not to bother with further explanation and pulled Raike's vulpine muzzle into his groin. Raike winced as the pad of his nose nestled into the Mewtwo's ballsack, the penis hanging over his snout like a piece of warm hose. The musk of the Pokemon was mild, even appreciable. Raike shuddered through an inhalation.

The psychic grip faded and Raike, suddenly falling back, clung to the Mewtwo's formidable thighs to halt himself. Sheepishly, he pulled back and gazed up at his captor. The sneer fixed on the Pokemon's face shook him. "What do you want me to do?" he asked quietly. His ears splayed with unease.

Suck, came the Pokemon's response. Until I command otherwise.

Raike believed, rightly, that this creature could end him quickly if he desired. He grasped the Mewtwo's dense, purple penis in a paw and guided its soft length to his waiting maw. As he took it past his lips and teeth, he closed his eyes and uttered a quiet coo of a moan. This was familiar territory for the foxmoogle; it was something he could do without issue.

Raike began to suck and lap the flaccid inches, and the flesh gradually swelled with blood. What was already an imposing cock grew into something very impressive. Its length filled out Raike's gay maw, depressing his tongue and prodding the back of his throat. Precum drizzled in and allowed him to taste the same thin musk he had earlier smelled upon the creature.

Good. Very good. The Mewtwo's hips began to move in counterpoint to Raike's slow bobs. This was the case for nearly a full minute before Raike felt the icy psychic hold again. It grasped his head, held him close to his new master. You're too slow for me. This won't do.

The hapless foxmoogle squirmed, but it was to no use. The Mewtwo bucked, moving wide hips with frightful speed. Heavy, low-hanging balls pendulumed against his neck and chin. The Pokemon's cock was every bit of eleven inches, and it certainly felt it to Raike. Tears glimmered in his eyes, but these were the result of his gag reflex. Telling of his pleasure was his own cock emerging slowly from his sheath. It was fat, ebony, and knotted. Precum drooled from its spear tip.

Raike's endowment was not lost on the Pokemon. The tapering tail of the psychic beast slithered across the fruits of Raike's scrotum. Its rounded tip bounced them like a large, probing finger. This caused Raike a small amount of pain, but it was enough to make the foxmoogle reach for the Mewtwo's tail. His arms were intercepted by psychic bonds and held cruciform at his sides as if he had become a scarecrow. Raike helplessly mewled. As the Pokemon's facefucking went on and on, the pompom tethered to his head bobbed cutely.

In a clumsy tonguelike lap, the Mewtwo's tail stroked up the underside of Raike's knotted penis. At the conclusion of this swab, he users his powers to draw back the foxmoogle. He allowed Raike two seconds to huff and stare, then thrust him onto his back with the same psychic force.

You are larger than the others, he said. He stepped over Raike, graceful two-toed feet planted either side of him and paws akimbo. I want it inside of me.

A questioning smirk, very much involuntary, quirked the crease of Raike's slobbery jowls. "If that's what you want, sure."

The Mewtwo squatted above Raike's loins. His dangling scrotum rested along the top of the foxmoogle's dark cock and the warm brush caused Raike to stiffen slightly. The Pokemon gave a small flex of his powers and gripped Raike's member.

The chill did not kill Raike's erection, instead made its flesh tingle with pleasure. "Ooh. Feels odd."

"Mmm," the Mewtwo murmured with his undeveloped vocal chords. With apparent clairvoyance, he guided Raike's cock directly to the pucker of his anus without taking his eyes off those of the strange fox. Slowly he lowered himself, bending on his thick legs. Raike's penis, slightly slick with its own lubrication, pressed into the Mewtwo and spread him open smoothly and painlessly for both parties. A shuddering moan passed the Mewtwo's neglected voice box. A fat wad of precum shot from his cock, splattering across Raike's belly.

Down the Pokemon went, accepting Raike without effort until his pucker, purple at the edges but pink deeper in its aperture, kissed against the bulk of the foxmoogle's knot. He rocked back on his powerful legs, braced his fingers on the floor, and grunted. The biggest I've had yet, and still not a challenge.

Raike was grinning happily, no longer concerned for his survival. The inner walls of the Pokemon were snug but kind, massaging him in involuntary squeezes and resistant pushes. "Sorry I can't be more accommodating," he said slyly.

Oh, but you can be. You will be. The Mewtwo's fingers stayed splayed upon the floor and his tail coiled into a springlike bulk for support at Raike's side. One foot remained planted but its twin prodded the foxmoogle's black lips. At Raike's first startled cry, he stabbed a thick toe into his prisoner's maw. Suck, he coldly demanded.

Raike was allowed to touch the Mewtwo's ankle for all the good it did. He gulped his captor's toe, sucked its thick bulb like a cock as he was meant to. This caused him great, embarrassing stimulation and it stacked neatly with the rising pleasure of being the Pokemon's dildo.

The Mewtwo grinned. Invariably his pets understood their place, but Raike took to it with an aptitude the Pokemon found amusing. Very good, he said, and began his ride. Despite the awkwardness with which he had poised himself over Raike, he moved with relentless grace and power. Arms, leg, and tail worked as one to bounce his body against Raike's more conventional bipedal form. Every descent was rough but not painful. Over and over, his anus smooched the mighty bulk of the knot, and every time he spread a bit more to eventually permit its fist-sized bulb.

The foxmoogle's cheeks were red as cherries. He stroked the Mewtwo's leg needfully, envious of the Pokemon's muscular sinew. Others may have thought the engineered creature an abomination, but Raike was stricken by the power and beauty of his captor. His toes curled in selfish pleasure. He lived now for the rumbles and moans the Mewtwo infrequently uttered.

I know everything you think. And you are hopeless. A snicker, then a moan. Belts of precum slopped across Raike's stomach. The Mewtwo's purple penis was varicose with pulsing veins. You never believed you would suck toes so hungrily, helplessly. And you believe me to be beautiful, even perfect. The Mewtwo pressed firmly upon the knot, but his behind could not quite dilate for it. He stabbed his toe into Raike's maw in frustration. You are correct in your assessment.

"Uh, gawd," Raike bleated around the slobbery toe in his maw. He had copiously slathered the Mewtwo's smooth, fleshy hide several times over. "Gonna cum. Can't hold it off..."

The words were hopelessly mushy, but the Mewtwo heard them from the source rather than the larynx. That suits me. I, too, am close. The Mewtwo's eyes shut tight and he bounced with new vigor. Every movement was performed without the aid of his powers, and he was surprised to find that it was very tiring. Although he towered above most and was densely muscular, his reliance on his psychic abilities left his stamina lacking. He did not pant, but he started feeling weak.

A looming orgasm drove the Mewtwo to finish what he had begun. He plucked his glimmering toe from Raike's maw, planted the foot on the floor, and bounced upon the foxmoogle with all four limbs. Over and over, he sat heavily, letting his weight drop. His anus stretched tantalizingly but never quite enough.

Raike panted and writhed. He touched the Pokemon's legs lustfully, ultimately sliding his paws down to clutch the swollen, purple cock between them. He tugged its throbbing length several times before the Mewtwo, in a rash display of his powers, thrust his paws away and pinned them to the floor.

No! I do not need you to touch me! he barked into Raike's mind.

"Sorry," Raike grunted. "Ah, that's-, that's it. Can't hold back anymore..." The foxmoogle bit his lip and splayed his ears. A blissful expression graced his contorted features. His orgasm was a powerful eruption and it painted the Mewtwo's insides like thick, hot honey.

The rush of pleasure the seeding provided left the Mewtwo galvanized enough to finish at last. Disregarding pain and the well-being of his behind, he smashed his hips downward. His pucker stretched wide about the bulb of the knot and he uttered an audible cry from his lips. He went further and his ass swallowed the bulb. His pucker cinched around the base of Raike's penis, and was unharmed although puffier than it had been at the start.

Immense prostate stimulation caused the Mewtwo to hurl back his head and shudder. His cock twitched and spat a thin and watery jet of semen. "Uhn," he grunted.

Raike's face remained glazed with pleasure as he stared at the Pokemon's immense cock. The first squirt was a warning shot, it seemed, because the second was an enormous rope of thick, infertile slop and it gushed across the fox's fluffy breast. The third was an even greater mess which shot so far and so thickly that it splattered across Raike's face like paint slung from an overloaded brush. Every subsequent twitch produced a smaller, more meager jet until the Pokemon had shot all the way down to the dregs which merely ran down the underside of the already-softening shaft.

The Mewtwo awkwardly straightened himself out. His behind throbbed around Raike. Each throb gave both pleasure, but the Mewtwo more so. He gazed at Raike and appeared mildly dazed.

That was satisfactory, he coldly complimented Raike. The semen smeared across his body told the foxmoogle that the praise was grossly understated. I shall keep you. For at least a few weeks.

Raike laughed lamely. "I think I can spare a few weeks for this."