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The Domination of the 'Two

Part 1

For Kai_Ropter

By Draconicon

College was a bitch, and Torran had yet to meet anyone that felt differently about it. Oh, sure, there were those that were enjoying their extended education for the opportunities that it provided them, and there were those that were genuinely interested in a few topics, but he had yet to find anyone that would say that it negated college being a bitch. It just was, and if you were attending, then you had to live with it and find ways to make it better.

For the black-furred wolf, it was down to finding the right person to spend time with. He hadn't had a lot of luck with the other students, so he had started looking into finding other companions. Not pets, because they required a lot of work, and not roommates, because he didn't like the idea of sharing his space with another person.

Pokémon, however...

The wolf was pursuing yet another lead on his computer, tracking down a trader that was willing to part with Pokémon for money. It wasn't that Torran was trying to cheat the system, exactly, but he didn't have time to go out and catch Pokémon for himself, and most of the time, the breeders were kinda assholes. They were always looking for someone that would take care of their champion, or push the Pokémon to be better than it was, or something along those lines.

As if a college student has time for that, he thought as his fingers danced on the keyboard. He knew that it was entirely possible that the traders that sold Pokémon for money were assholes, breeders that were breaking the rules, but he didn't have a lot of choice. All the other traders were looking to actually trade for other Pokémon, and if he didn't have one, he was shit out of luck.

Torran wasn't an asshole or a dick. If he found a trader that was breaking the rules, then he put in a report about it before looking for a more reputable one. Hell, he was pretty sure that the cops were getting sick of the reports he was making by now, considering that he'd put in a dozen of them. But that was secondary. He just wanted to find someone selling Pokémon legally, and find one that had a good offer going on.

And he was pretty sure that he'd just found one.

The wolf leaned back in his chair as he scrolled through the page. There weren't a lot of specifics, but all the warning signs of it being a mill for Pokémon breeding weren't there. None of the flashing ads, none of the annoying sentimental pictures saying how good things were, nothing to try and cover their tracks. There was just a statement of what sort of Pokémon he wanted, the type, and then a slot for his payment details and address.

It wasn't exactly squeaky clean, but it wasn't nearly as shady as some of the others that he had been looking at.

After a moment's consideration, Torran put his info down. He put down the address for his college dorm, he put down that he wanted a Psychic type - they'd be better able to look after themselves while he was in class - and he made sure that there was a way to pay using something other than his bank account. If things did go wrong, he wanted to make sure that they didn't drain the whole goddamn thing.

Finally, it was done. He clicked 'purchase', and the screen loaded a new image.

Congratulations. Your Pokémon will arrive shortly. Thank you for your patronage.

"Well, that's vague. Wonder how long -"

WHOOSH!

The wolf almost fell out of his computer chair as his dorm filled with white light. He spun around, staring at the coalescing sphere of white in the middle of the room, floating three feet above the floor as lightning shot from the walls. His eyes widened as the bursts of energy came together to form a pokéball, which then fell right to the ground.

"Holy shit..."

He didn't know how the hell that had happened, but he didn't need that sort of heart attack ever again. He looked over his shoulder at the computer, only to see that the tab had already emptied, going blank. Tapping the back button, it refused to load the website, and when he tried to find it again on google, it refused to come up in the search results.

...Okay, that's not creepy at all...

Torran slowly turned back to the pokéball in the middle of his dorm. It laid on its side, having rolled when it fell down. He didn't know what was going on with it, but he knew better than to think that it was going to go easy just because it had arrived so quickly. Circumstances were starting to add up to be really, really weird.

Getting out of the chair, he walked over to the red and white ball. Nudging it with his toes, he watched it roll, half-expecting the Pokémon inside to come jumping out on contact. Nothing.

Okay, well, at least it's not completely crazy...

He knelt down, adjusting his t-shirt and shorts as he picked it up. The pokéball twitched slightly in his hands, giving confirmation that there was a Pokémon inside, at least. It wasn't just an empty ball from a pyrotechnic display, then. He turned it one way, then the other, shaking his head.

It wasn't exactly common to have a Pokémon in this world. There were trainers, of course, but they were the crazy people out there, the ones that wanted to live in the wild and do all sorts of weird shit. Most people ignored the fact that Pokémon inhabited the wilds and just left them alone.

Of course, there were people like him that wanted to have one as a companion. Not a pet, considering the intelligence difference between Pokémon and pets, but as a companion, someone that would help keep the house in order, someone that would make sure that they had someone to spend time with. It was a good way to get around the problems of socializing with people and still have a social life of some sort.

Wonder what I got...

Torran shrugged, tossing the ball in the air. It opened, and the usual burst of white light shot out of the ball with a whoosh. The light formed into something reasonably tall, to his surprise, and then -

"Oh...fuck..."

The wolf took a step back as he recognized the silhouette just before the colors came in. White and purple with a hint of lavender here and there colored the feline-esque shape. It was a Mewtwo.

Torran didn't even bother trying to call the Pokémon back to the ball. He knew from the reports that there was no way to make a Mewtwo do what it didn't want to do. All Psychics had a bit of a control problem, but Mewtwos were the worst. They had enough power to overwhelm just about anyone that wasn't specifically outfitted to be able to fight back against psychic energy, and this one...oh, this one had a smirk on its face.

So, you are my new 'owner.'

"...I guess," Torran said, looking down at the ball. "Are we going to have a problem with that?"

Depends.

"On what?"

Whether that is what you tend to wear around this place.

"...Seriously? You're critiquing my fashion?"

No. I'm deciding whether to be offended that you're bothering to wear clothes.

The wolf blinked, then slapped a hand across his face. Not quite willingly, either. He stumbled back, rubbing his forehead.

"Owwwww, what was that for?!"

Mostly to see if you could stop me.

"I'm not a psychic, you...mmph."

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He had asked for a Psychic type, after all, but he had been expecting something closer to an Abra, a Kadabra at the very worst. This was something entirely different, and quite a bit more demanding...and dangerous.

Only if you make me angry, Mewtwo said, crossing his arms.

"...Can't you stay out of my head?"

No.

"...Lovely..."

Well, that took a lot of privacy away. He glanced at the computer, knowing that he'd be spending the next few days seeing if he could track down the website again for an exchange, and he had every reason to believe that the Mewtwo was going to make that as difficult as possible for him. For all that he wanted a companion, this was going to be too much. Particularly for -

If you are concerned about intimate meetings with others, you will not have to worry about that, Mewtwo said, floating over to a chair at the far end of the room. The Pokémon tucked its tail into the hole in the back, then sat down, laying one leg over the other. I will be able to mask my presence.

"I - I'm not - I wasn't thinking about that!" Torran said with a blush.

Do you not have anybody to indulge your needs with? Mewtwo asked, then smiled. Oh, you don't, do you? I suppose I could have just checked that rather than asking.

The more that the wolf heard, the more that he wanted this Psychic out of his house. If there was ever a Pokémon that perfectly embodied all the problems that cats had and the arrogance that they came with, it was this one.

He sat down in his computer chair, rubbing his forehead. This was not what he had in mind when it came to having a Pokémon around the house. He'd wanted someone that could float things around, that would read his mind when he needed something - and no other time - and someone that would be quiet and out of the way.

Not someone like this.

You'll come to enjoy it. Besides, I think I like it here, Mewtwo said, floating one of Torran's bags of chips across the room. You'll make for a suitable companion.

"Don't you mean master?" the wolf muttered.

No, I don't think I do.

He tried to ignore how ominous that was, and turned around. Might as well get the research in before going to bed.

#

Morning came, and with it came a feeling of odd pressure moving up and down along his groin. Torran groaned, rolling onto his side, but the feeling continued, almost like...almost like fingers along his cock. He groaned, shaking his head, sure that it was some sort of dream that was hanging around.

Then, he was rolled over again, and yet, there was nothing touching him.

Nothing but a psychic, that was.

The wolf's eyes opened instantly, and he glared across the room at the Mewtwo in his computer chair. The Pokémon's eyes glowed with power, and he looked down to see the same sort of glowing light around his crotch.

"Hey! Stop that!"

Why?

"Because that's - just stop!"

It's not as if there is anyone else to see, the Mewtwo said, lazily flicking his fingers up and down, and the pressure sliding up and down the wolf's cock mirrored the motion. And you are enjoying it. I can see that.

"Fuck you."

He groaned, sitting up and throwing the blankets off. That didn't help; sometime in the night, his pants had apparently been taken from him, and his bobbing dick twitched up and down with something more than morning wood. Torran blushed, trying to ignore the way that the light flicked up and down his cock, but it was impossible to completely tune out with the way that it sent tingles of pleasure all the way through his shaft.

"Ah...ah..."

Biting his lip, the wolf rolled out of bed, grabbing his shorts. He pulled them on as fast as he could, but all that did was take his cock from being openly on display to giving him a bulge that was impossible to hide. The light didn't stop, either, stroking along his boner and making him shiver at the continued, relentless handjob.

"Nnngh...come on...stop..."

Again, I'm waiting for a why.

"Because I have to get to class! I can't just - and you shouldn't be doing that, either! I didn't say you had permission!"

Heh...

The Mewtwo looked more amused than anything, but the pressure on his cock did finally fade. Torran hid a sigh of relief; he didn't want to make it too obvious how much he had been worried that wouldn't work.

As he got dressed, though, he could feel a sort of pressure on his head that he hadn't felt before. He figured that it was his Pokémon trying to root around in his memories and thoughts, learning about him, trying to get him to do things. Whatever it was, he tried his best to ignore it and keep his attention on getting dressed. He wasn't lying when he said that he needed to get to class, and the last thing he needed was to be late. He was already on thin ice with several professors for being less than attentive while he was in class, and he didn't need to make that worse with a boner and being disruptive.

Still, the pressure on the back of his mind was distracting in its own way, particularly as he felt the occasional 'thrust' further in. It wasn't quite like a needle, but rather like something worming its way forward, pressing down on something...pleasurable.

"What are you doing?" he muttered, sitting down and putting his shoes on.

Learning about you, and seeing what can be improved.

"You don't have permission for that."

I don't believe I particularly care.

"Look. I just ordered you so that I could have someone to spend time with between classes. If you start messing with my head, then...well..."

...Ah, I see. You must attend your classes and do well, or you'll lose the dorm and the loans and the scholarship. The Mewtwo tapped its chin with a finger. I can see how that would be problematic.

"You have no idea. I'm barely keeping my head above water here, anyway, so for the love of god, do not fuck with my head. Okay?"

...I will not do anything that will cause problems with your class.

He had a feeling that was the best that he was going to get from the psychic, so he shook his head and continued getting his shoes on. The last thing that he wanted was to have his head fucked with by one of the most powerful Psychic types in the world, but he knew it was going to happen on some level or another.

He just had to hope that he could deal with it.

#

Torran arrived at the classroom just ahead of the start time, which was new for him. He took a seat in the back, and he looked up at the vulture teaching the History of the World. They were currently going through some of the colonial times, and he was doing his best to pay attention, considering that they had a quiz on it scheduled for the end of the week.

The wolf was slowly taking notes when he felt the pressure return to the back of his mind. Torran gritted his teeth, biting off a whimper.

You said that you weren't going to screw with me.

And you believed me? Startling. At any rate, I am not here to make things worse. I'm here to make them...easier.

What do you mean?

If you would look at the teacher?

He doubted that this was going anywhere good, but he slowly lifted his head, turning to look the teacher right in the eye. The vulture looked at him -

WHOOSH!

There was a sudden, momentary connection, and the world froze around them. For a split second, there was only the vulture, the wolf, and the Mewtwo. Torran stared straight ahead, feeling like his head was about to split open -

And then it was done. He panted a bit, and the vulture merely blinked a few times before continuing his lecture. Torran didn't hear a word he said because he was too busy dealing with all the new information bubbling around in his brain.

He knew everything that there was to know about the class. The entire textbook of information was burned into his brain, as well as all the extra notes that the professor had been putting together for them to learn from the lectures. Torran slowly shook his head in disbelief, feeling the information coming through, rolling out in streams of data the minute a keyword crossed his mind.

How...

You were concerned about doing well. Now, you know the answer to any question the teacher can ask regarding the subject, the Mewtwo said. You're welcome.

Why did you do that?

Because it was simpler than trying to wait for you to study.

But...

You can thank me later.

The pressure faded, and he honestly wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. He just knew that he now 'owed' the Mewtwo something, and he was pretty sure that owing that Pokémon any sort of debt was a bad idea.

Regardless, he crossed his arms and continued to listen to the lecture. It was far less fascinating with the information sitting in his head, but at least he could judge the professor at how he delivered it.

#

The wolf went to the cafeteria after class, sitting down with a burger at one of the tables. He was about to take a bite when he felt the pressure again. This time, it came with a word. Just one word.

Stiff.

And as soon as he heard it, his cock throbbed, and hard. It jumped right up to full erection beneath the table, and he whimpered under his breath at just how hard it had become. He knew that it was hidden, yes, but the fact that he was so rock-hard in public was not exactly helping him feel comfortable.

What the hell are you doing? he thought at the Mewtwo, but there was no answer.

His cheeks burned. The wolf's cock throbbed hard, and it wasn't like it was a small cock, either. He had been 'blessed' with an eight-incher, something that he always struggled to hide when he got horny, and this was making it much, much, much worse. He shivered as he felt it throbbing down one leg, begging for attention, and he gritted his teeth as he felt his balls churning from the extreme hard-on, too.

The fact that he wasn't even horny when it popped up made it very clear that the Mewtwo was responsible for it. While it was nice to have someone to blame, it didn't go very far towards giving him a way to fix it.

As he tried to think of the least sexual things possible, he could feel his cock throbbing again and again, begging for him to reach down and take it out. The fact that it was this hard without even a hint of something to arouse him didn't make it easier. In fact, it made it all the harder, particularly with other students milling around.

They can't see it. They can't see it. They can't see it.

He kept telling himself that, hoping that it was the truth.

Shaking his head, the wolf pulled the burger to his muzzle, giving it a nibble around the edge. He wanted to do more, but he knew better than to trust his body when there was a Psychic type messing with it. There were stories throughout the college of other students that had pissed off a Psychic type, and while the actual torments varied from physical beatings by floating objects to being dragged around upside-down by the ankles to being stripped and forced to streak by the Pokémon in question, there were always consequences for pissing off a Pokémon type that could reach out from a distance and screw with you.

He nibbled at the burger a few more times before another student sat down at the far end of the table. Torran looked out of the corner of his eye, as he always did. Interaction wasn't his specialty, and particularly not when the student in question was rather good-looking, like this one was.

The wolf admired the tall stallion for a moment before the word repeated in his mind.

Stiff.

If he had been hard before, he was completely solid now. Torran slumped forward a bit over his tray, cutting off the whimper in the back of his throat and barely preventing himself from stomping on the ground at the tight, hard, hot feeling in his shorts. His cock felt like it was stuffed full of blood, like it was harder than it had ever been, and he swore that it was going to just...blow...at the slightest stimulation.

Get out of my head!

There was no response from the Mewtwo, and the wolf still shivered as he felt the throbbing in his shorts. He wanted to lean back and look, but he knew that would invite other people to do the same thing.

Eat...just eat...then you can go...

Wishing that he'd thought to get an iced drink just for a possibility of bringing his dick down, the wolf forced himself to eat the burger faster. Every time that he caught sight of the big guy at the far end of the table, though, his cock would surge to full arousal again, and he feared that he could hear his pants ripping from the extreme throbbing down there.

Just hold together, just hold together.

He didn't know if he could, but he had to try. Just a bit longer. Just a bit longer, and then he could get out.

The burger was done, but the bulge was not. He pushed the tray slightly to the side, leaning down as if he was going to pull something from his bookbag. He took the opportunity to look at his lap.

Oh, fuck...

It wasn't just a bulge down there, it was a full-fledged throbbing erection, the sort that normally only happened if someone was exposed to heat pheromones of their own species. His cheeks burned as he realized just how hard he had become, and how stiff he was going to look if he stood up.

Everyone would think that he was a pervert of the highest order, an exhibitionist, a...a deviant...

He sat up again, holding a book in his hands, and he looked down at it, pretending to read through the text. He knew that it was a weak sort of way of hiding, but he also knew that there was no way in hell that he was going to get up from the table until -

Stiff.

"Mmmph...fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you..."

#

Torran almost missed his second class from being stuck in the cafeteria for so long, and then the class after that because of the way his Mewtwo kept screwing with him. Forced boners, throbbing pleasure, balls churning and stretching as they were tugged by the Psychic type from a distance: all that and more were leveled on him, and he had no idea how he made it through with his mind intact.

As he returned to his dorm, huffing and puffing with more arousal than he had felt in years, he found the Mewtwo humming to itself, looking at his computer.

"What...the fuck...are you doing?" he growled as he shut the door.

Merely browsing.

"For what?"

Your taste in adult materials.

Torran froze, his eyes widening as he slowly turned from the door to the computer. Mewtwo turned around, revealing the ladies on the screen. Big boobed, mostly, with some showing off fat-asses, and a couple of shemale videos, too.

I have to admit, I was expecting something a little more...

"Get the hell off my computer."

Ah, but why?

"Because I said -"

That isn't a reason, Mewtwo said, chuckling. Besides, with you staring at the stallion in the cafeteria, we both know what you really want.

Mewtwo's eyes glowed, and Torran was brought straight to his knees, his eyes widening as he was made to crawl across the floor. It wasn't made any better by the fact that Mewtwo was spreading its legs -

No, his legs, Torran realized, considering that there was a throbbing Pokémon cock pointing right at him as the Psychic type exposed himself. Mewtwo dragged a thumb along the upper curve of the shaft, making it bob down and then back up again.

We both know that you have a preference for men.

"Mmmph...that's...that's not true..."

Is it now? I know that you were staring...That you were Stiff.

Torran groaned as his cock suddenly went from soft to hard again, stretching his shorts once more, making him whimper from the sheer arousal that was flooding through it and making it get that hard. It almost stung from just how hard he was getting, how much he needed this, how much he was giving in.

He lowered his head, his arms and legs still moving under the control of the Psychic's powers, dragging him onwards. Soon, his head was in Mewtwo's lap, and that cock was throbbing right over his head. He picked up several strong, musky scents, mostly things that he had no experience with, and he groaned under his breath as the shaft bumped against his head again and again.

That's better, isn't it?

"Mmmph...I didn't..."

Didn't want to be here? Yes, you did.

"Hmmph. You don't know."

Yes, I do. I can read your mind.

Mewtwo clenched his fingers together, and Torran gasped as reality was obliterated, replaced by the mental image that was forced into his mind. He was staring at a fat cock, at three, four, five of them, five men all around him. His hands were busy, and so was his mouth as they were pushed at him. Big dicks, so big that they were pushing his fingers far apart, that they were making his jaw strain. His cock throbbed to have them in front of him, and he moaned to feel them pressing against him.

The image faded, and he panted as reality reasserted itself. His cheeks burned as his cock throbbed harder than ever.

"That...that doesn't prove anything."

I can read your mind, Torran. I know what you want.

"That's what you want me to want...isn't it?"

Is it?

The wolf didn't know, and the doubt sent a shiver down his spine. He was the one that was supposed to be in charge here, but everything that Mewtwo did seemed to happen whether he wanted it or not. Even when he came up with a reason to not do something, the Pokémon just found a way around it.

I'm bi. I'm interested in both...

But that fantasy hadn't had a single pussy in it, and he realized that the fantasy hadn't even had the thought of a female eventually coming around. It was just dick, dick, and more dick.

God...what...what is he doing...

He felt the pressure of Psychic power lifting him up again, his hands moving to rest against the Pokémon's thighs. His muzzle was right on level with the tip of Mewtwo's cock, and he blushed as he could breathe in the thick scent of that hard, hot dick. He didn't want to be breathing it in, sucking it down, but it was impossible for him to avoid doing it, not when he was held like this.

He gasped as he felt his cock released from his pants, purple light opening his zipper and fishing his cock out. Torran blushed as the thick eight inches were slowly stroked under him, even as Mewtwo's cock tapped his nose.

You know what to do, little wolf.

"Mmph..."

Suck.

He felt the pressure on his head, the powerful Psychic type pulling him forward. The thick cock tip rubbed against his lips a few times, leaving some pre-cum behind, and he shivered at the musky scent that came from it.

I can't...I shouldn't...

_You will. _

And with that, his mouth opened, and the wolf was pulled down, hard. The stiff Pokémon cock thrust deep into his throat, filling him up, and he swallowed just to keep being able to breathe.

Forward, back, forward, back he was pulled, his head nothing but a toy to the Pokémon above him. He grunted and gagged, swallowed and spat as best he could, but it was almost impossible to keep up with that stiff thing, to do anything that would be able to keep him from gagging and losing his breath.

Somehow, though, he did. The big thing was forced right down his throat, but he was able to take it, able to swallow around it, able to manage it. Torran panted, his eyes rolling back in his head as everything started to get too overwhelming for him to take. Pleasure between his legs, warmth in his mind, foggy trance that came from too many things happening at once: he might as well have been hypnotized as he was face-fucked. The soft glukking sounds of a throat being invaded were all he heard.

And through it all, Mewtwo looked down at him with glowing eyes and the softest of smirks, a reminder of who was really in charge.

Suck. Stiff. Suck. Stiff. Suck. Stiff.

The words kept coming, both making his cock harder than ever and doing something to his brain and mouth. He could feel...feel a hunger in his lips, in his mouth, in his throat. Something...something changing, something building. Almost like he was no longer being made to suck cock, but being made to want to suck cock.

He didn't understand, but he didn't have to. He was controlled, for now, and he would be until Mewtwo was done.

The End

Summary: Torran, a wolf in college, has decided to get a Pokémon companion for himself. When he gets a Mewtwo, he realizes that he's in over his head, but there's no turning back now.

Tags: M/M, mind control, body control, Mewtwo, wolf, Pokémon, humiliation, boner, erection, throbbing, ball play, conditioning, corruption, oral, blowjob, masturbation, psychic, musk, miniseries,