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Pokémon Battle Kingdom Chapter 3

"...Mew... What in Reshiram's name is THIS?" Arc asked, blinking as he looked up at the Arena schedule board. He looked over at the Princess, blinking in disbelief as his tail flicked back and forth in agitation. Mew hovered over and looked up at the board.

<...It's the schedule board. Big square piece of enchanted metal that changes every day to reflect the matches that I or someone else draws up,> Mew replied lightly, looking unconcerned.

"I know THAT... I mean what is ON the board?!" Arc grumbled, ignoring the Princess's teasing.

<Today's matches and events. Is there a problem?> Mew asked, feigning obliviousness.

"Well, there's the fact that I'm signed up for a SEX COMPETITION!!!" Arc growled loudly, drawing looks from passersby. He blinked and made a conscious effort to try and keep his voice lowered. Mew could not keep a straight face and burst out into audible laughter, her tittering, chirping giggles echoing in the lobby.

<Arc, you're C-Rank now. You ranked up last week. That means you're eligible to compete in sex-based matches. You know just as well as I do that a Champion has to be equally skilled in combat and in sex,> she said frankly, her tail sweeping back and forth in amusement. Arc blinked in disbelief.

"B-But I... Uh... I..." he stammered.

<Oh, my Arceus... You're embarrassed! I don't believe it, big bad Arc, Champion of D-Rank is embarrassed to show his big ol' stiffy in public!!!> the Princess laughed hysterically, floating up into the air. She spiraled around with the force of her laughter, while Arc glared in annoyance and tapped his foot, waiting for her mirth to fade.

"I am NOT!" Arc retorted, sounding like a petulant child.

<You can't fool a telepath, Arc... If your cheeks weren't naturally red, you'd be blushing like crazy!> Mew teased, <C'mon, Arc... I wouldn't make you do anything I know you aren't capable of.>

"Yeah... but..." Arc mumbled nervously, gesturing to his sheath. In most males, the sheath was barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. With Arc, it was a gigantic and quite prominent furry bulge.

<...Arc... Take my word for it. You'll do fine. Worse comes to worse, I'll give you a lil' telepathic hypnotic confidence booster,> Mew said with a smile, wrapping an arm around Arc gently. Arc raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Yeah, I agree to that, and I wake up several hours later with a sore stiffy, covered in goo, and having lost several hours of my life," Arc replied sardonically.

"And how exactly is that different from a normal day?" a third voice interjected. Arc looked up to see Vix approaching. The girl was wearing a headband, tying her long, shaggy hair back out of her face. She smiled at Arc, her bushy tail wagging.

It had taken Vix about two days to recover from Mew's surprise, where the Princess had bonded her to Arc as a "harem mate." She came out of her trance, wondering where the last two days had gone. She was quite upset with Mew for a day or two, until she realized that Mew had only done it to act as a bit of a matchmaker, and that she still had her full measure of free-will. While Arc could drop her into a trance whenever he wanted, Vix could still refuse to obey if she really did not want to participate in whatever Arc wanted her to do. Then there was the fact that Vix was now allowed to move into Kanto Castle and live with her best friends, and the fact that the near-perpetually horny vixen was getting more sex than ever. With all of this, Vix could not justify staying angry with Mew for long.

"You're all geared up," Arc remarked, looking the tiny Eevee up and down.

"I've got a match today. I joined the Arena way after you, so I've got a lot of catching up to do!" Vix replied. Sure enough, Vix had joined the Kanto Arena as a competitor a few weeks before. The girl was not quite as talented as Arc as a fighter, and was still working her way through D-Rank. However, she was a quick and adaptable fighter, who was able to change her fighting style to compensate for an opponent's skill with ease. Arc was actually quite impressed with her.

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to make it to your match, Arc... But I'll be waiting to find out how you did!" Vix said, pulling the Pikachu into a hug. Her fingertips drifted low, brushing over Arc's sheath.

<Ah-ah-ah! Don't even think about it, Vix. He's gotta save that for the match... Which he needs to get to right now,> Mew interjected, reaching down and pulling Vix's hand away from the boy's crotch.

"Awwww," Vix whined, a mischievous grin on her muzzle, "Allllll right. Get goin', Arc. I'll give you a treat if you win!" She slapped the Pikachu's rump, smirking.

Arc shook his head and bid his goodbyes, heading out of the lobby. The Kanto Arena was a massive complex, with the main arena in the center, and five or six smaller stadiums connected to it, along with dozens of even smaller venues for private matches or small crowds. The main arena was usually reserved for big competitions with the most famous competitors, or massive battle royales, or other large events. Arc usually competed in the smaller fields, being of a lower rank. This day, however, he was headed towards one of the arenas that he had never been to before.

He entered into the side-stadium through a door for competitors and took stock of his surroundings. This was one of the smallest arenas in the complex, able to seat only two or three thousand at most. There was no stone ring in the center. Instead, most of the stadium floor was covered in a field of the softest, coolest grass that Arc had ever felt beneath his bare feet. A ring of bare dirt surrounded the field, like a race track, as well as several circular patches in the center of the field. Despite this, Arc seriously doubted that this arena had ever seen a single track-and-field event. This was a dedicated sex-competition stadium.

Arc frowned, noting that several Pokemon his age were gathered around an adult on one of the dirt patches. He jogged over towards them, watching as the crowd filed in to the bleachers, taking their seats. He blinked in surprise to see Ref the Arcanine standing there with the other children.

"Ah! There you are, Arc! We were beginning to wonder if you'd show up!" Ref said with a smile.

"You're the referee for this?" Arc asked curiously, taking his place among the group.

"Yeah, today I am," Ref replied, "No big deal. Sex competitions are EASY to judge compared to combat matches. Now let's get started with the first event and not keep this crowd waiting..." Ref turned to face the rest of the group with a smile.

"Alright, folks, here's the rules. Stand behind this line," the Arcanine referee said, gesturing to a long chalk line on the ground, "I'll blow my whistle to signal the start of the competition. From there, you begin stroking yourselves. Use whatever techniques you want to attempt to build up the hardest and most powerful orgasm you can manage. When you're ready to spurt, step up to the line and let loose. The one who fires the farthest wins."

Arc blushed as a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his head. He shook his head and decided to try to distract himself from his performance anxiety by taking a look at his competitors. He was standing next to a Vulpix, who looked equally as nervous. The boy scratched his head, cupping his paws anxiously around his sheath to hide it. A little Clefairy girl stood next to him, looking around excitedly as she blinked. Arc blinked, as the little girl could not have been older than six. The fourth competitor was a Riolu girl about the same age as Arc. She looked over at him with a frown, looking him up and down somewhat haughtily. Arc felt an instant and instinctual rush of dislike for her, but managed to avoid glaring at her in return, instead settling for just completely ignoring her.

Ref was addressing the audience, giving the traditional speech about competition and honor that referees were required to give before any match in the Arena. Arc had learned to tune it out, having heard a billion different variations on it.

"And without further ado, let Arc Pikachu, Lumi Vulpix, Fae Clefairy, and Reiko Riolu engage in honorable competition and may the worthy win!" Ref's voice echoed through the stadium, his voice enhanced by a magical pin clipped to his chestfur. With that, he blew his whistle and the competitors stepped up to the mark.

For a moment, there was silence as each of the cubs looked at each other, clearly embarrassed, but it was Fae who broke the ice, reaching down to begin stroking above her cleft slowly. She cooed cutely, shivering as a bulge began to expand at her touch, her hidden sheath swelling out. After that, the others joined in, trying mostly to ignore the others and focus on their own pleasure.

Arc groaned as he slowly slid his fingertips up and down his sheath. Already the pink head of his cock began to emerge into the open. The eight-year-old moaned and shivered, slowly thrusting his hips into his paw. Strangely, he found it easy to stroke himself despite the eyes of thousands of men, women, and children on him. It even made it easier to get erect somehow. He groaned as he felt his flesh twitch and throb, rising into the air slowly with each stroke. He could actually hear gasps and wolf-whistles from the front rows as the crowd saw the gigantic log of flesh rise up between his legs.

It was then that all the embarrassment simply faded away without a trace. Arc remembered that the whole purpose of the Arena was to put on a show, and he grinned, deciding to do exactly that. It occurred to Arc that he had a bit of an exhibitionist streak that he never knew about until now.

Arc smiled and lifted his fifteen inches of flesh up, so that the crowd could get a better look. He smirked as he flicked it in his hand, letting the semi-hard length twitch. He could feel his heavy sack descending down between his legs, his testicles already beginning to churn with seed. The Pikachu moaned loudly for effect as his penis grew more rigid with every slight caress. As his member soon stood proud, the fat, foreskin-covered tip resting against his chest, he did a little turn, letting everyone in the audience get a good look. It was then that he suddenly realized that there was a voice echoing in his head, but he had been too absorbed in his embarrassment to notice...

<And Arc is sporting fifteen inches of steaming-hot flesh, ladies and gentlemen... I can tell you from personal experience how incredibly wide it is too! As those of you in the front rows can see, the head of Arc's penis is covered in a deliciously thick foreskin...> the voice said, a hint of a mischievous giggle whispering with it. Arc turned and looked up at the nearest private box and fixed its inhabitant with a playful glare.

<...Mew... You didn't TELL me you were doing the announcing today...> Arc thought, slightly annoyed.

<If I had told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise!> the Princess replied, peering over the hand-rail in front of the box and sticking her tongue out at him. Arc replied with a covert, rude gesture, and turned back to his task, Mew's telepathic laughter tittering in his head.

Arc groaned softly, feeling his furry sack swell slightly, reacting to his touch by beginning to produce his seed. He shivered, peeling down his hood to expose the head of his cock, and gently ran his fingertips across the flesh, moaning in pleasure. He started in earnest by rolling his hood up and down, squeezing each time he covered his glans, before peeling it back down. His other hand began to stroke lower, sliding up and down the lower part of his shaft, near his sheath. His length twitched in response, the entire thing pulsing with his heartbeat.

As he worked, Arc kept having to remind himself that this was a competition. He kept losing himself in the pleasure, his lightning-bolt tail sweeping back and forth in time with his strokes. Then he'd hear the crowd cheer or Mew would say something in his mind, reminding him that he needed to be careful.

<Reiko's already leaking her precum. Looks pretty sticky. And now she's smearing it over her flesh to use to lube up! She's gonna need to be careful, pre of that consistency will be good lubrication, but might make it a little TOO easy to stroke. She might lose control!> Mew's commentary said, her tone of voice seductive. Arc blinked as a mental image suddenly flashed into his head. The Princess was stroking her own erection in time with Arc, a sticky dribble of precum leaking into a pool in her stomach fur. Her other paw was pressed firm against her muff, rubbing her clitoris slowly. Dignitaries on either side of her did not seem to notice, one even looking directly at her, but staring right through. Arc knew it was what she dubbed her "telepathic smokescreen," a subtle psychic illusion that caused everyone around her to simply not notice her erection, as if it was hidden in plain sight.

<This is hard enough without you TEASING me, sister...> Arc thought irritably, knowing Mew was listening in for a response.

<Oh, don't pretend you didn't like it, Arc. You're "hard enough" now, judging from the way your big ol' cock twitched when you saw that!> Mew replied, narrowing the focus of her telepathic broadcast to Arc alone, the equivalent of a whisper. Arc shot her a glare, and Mew practically fell out of her seat, giggling.

The Pikachu sighed and turned his attention back to his penis, even as it jerked in his grip. He moaned, feeling something well up deep in the base, then slowly rise all the way up his flesh. A moment later, a thick, fat droplet of clear liquid oozed from his tip, before it dripped down his shaft, followed by a steady flow. He moaned, feeling a rush of pleasure as the sticky, syrupy precum spilled down his flesh, dribbling over his sheath and down onto his sack. Following Reiko's lead, he began to smear it over his flesh, gasping as he felt the warm liquid coat his cock, making each stroke slide more smoothly. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through his body, his length throbbing as it spilled more pre over his paws.

<Oops! Looks like someone has a bit of a premature ejaculation problem!> Mew suddenly interjected, sounding strangely eager. Arc blinked and looked over to see the Riolu girl gripping her penis tight, whimpering aloud.

"Nonononono! Not yet! I'm not readyyyyy!!!" the canine gasped, before arching her back. Her cock jerked violently, before it began to fire thick spurts of hot semen into the air. The white gushes arced gracefully to land in the dirt with audible wet splatters, leaving long trails. She moaned as her shaft spasmed hard, bouncing with every gush. Much of her cum splattered her small form, drenching her fur. She moaned as her honey dribbled down her thighs, pooling beneath her. Unable to stop her climax, she slumped forward onto hands and knees, drenching the ground underneath her with her semen.

<Oh, no! Too bad for Reiko! She didn't build up enough pressure, and she won't get much distance off that ejaculation! ...Not to mention the fact that it's kinda hard to spurt far when you're creating a puddle under you!> Mew called to the crowd. As she spoke, Ref the referee came forward with a tape measure. He walked forward from the line, measuring the distance to the longest spurt that the Riolu girl had fired. He stuck a little blue flag in the dirt at the very end of the gush and looked up to Mew.

<Oof! Too bad. Only five feet. Not even CLOSE to a record... and judging from her competition, she's going to have to be extremely lucky. Let's hope she can make up for it in the next rounds!> Mew called. The Riolu girl did not seem to be in any state to appreciate Mew's commentary, as she was currently on her back, wrestling with her throbbing shaft as it sprayed wildly.

It was then that the real difficulty of the contest occurred to Arc. He had to keep himself on the brink of orgasm for an extended period of time. The longer he did, the more powerful his climax would be. If he came too early, as Reiko the Riolu proved, he would not get any distance. At the same time, if he held off too long, his orgasm would be too powerful to aim his penis properly, instead swinging around and slopping ropes of cum everywhere. The goal was to hold off long enough to gain as much power behind his gushes as he could, but not enough that he would be overwhelmed by the pleasure. It was like walking a tightrope.

Arc huffed as he bit his bottom lip, concentrating anew on his task. He rolled his thick foreskin up and down over his head a few times, milking more of his precum to dribble down his flesh. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore his fellow competitors, not wanting the extra arousal or distractions. With every stroke, he could feel his balls jump and twitch, ready to release their burden with just a little more. Unfortunately, even as he stroked, Mew's commentary rung in his ears, and he could not shut it out.

<Lumi seems to be taking an interesting strategy. Instead of your standard push-and-pull stroke, he's opted for a bit of a twisting motion. He'll have to be careful. Too much of that and he'll build up too much friction,> Mew called, <That might hurt! Nothing like giving your penis an Indian Burn....>

Sure enough, Arc was not able to resist opening his eyes and taking a peek. Beside him, the Vulpix had his paws wrapped around his flesh, sliding his furry fingers back and forth in a twisting motion. Every so often, he'd cup a hand under the head of his penis, letting thick pre dribble into his palm. The boy then slathered it over his flesh, using it as lubrication. Lumi's soft voice cooed and moaned as he pumped his hips into his hands, squeezing the bulge at the base of his penis occasionally. Every time he did, he'd shiver from head to toe and the fur on the back of his neck would stand up.

<Fae seems to be playing it smart. Despite being younger and smaller than her competitors, she's using her own advantages,> Mew commented, <She's rubbing her clitoris very slowly, using that to build up her pleasure without stimulating her penis too much.>

Arc peeked past Lumi curiously. The little Clefairy was ignoring her dribbling flesh completely, reaching down to stimulate her tiny nub. She mewled softly, shivering from head to toe in pleasure. The look on her face was one of dreamy unconcern; if Arc didn't know better, he would have thought that she was just having an afternoon pleasure session, rather than competing in front of thousands. Sticky clear pre dripped from the tip of her smaller length. To Arc's surprise, the little girl's eyes went wide and she gasped, then moaned long and loud, arching her back. Her penis began to jerk and twitch powerfully in rhythmic pulses, but to Arc's surprise, not a single drop of semen came from the tip. He blinked and looked up at Mew for an explanation.

<Look at that, folks. Little Fae is having her first dry orgasm! As I'm sure all of you with half a brain out there know, Clefairy as a species have the gift of multiple orgasms. Their males and futanari have several dry orgasms, before an explosive final wet climax. The only question is can she tell which one of her orgasms will be the final one before it's too late?> Mew explained, sticking her tongue out at the little Pikachu. Arc rolled his eyes and focused back on his stroking, feeling himself nearing his orgasm.

His fuzzy sack drew close to his member as he rolled his thick hood up and down over his tip, making him shiver in pleasure. A constant dribble of clear fluid leaked from the fat head, splashing the ground in front of him. He was in full control, feeling the pressure building in his loins, but keeping it contained by staggering the rhythm he was stroking. Unfortunately, Arc had a problem. His arms were tiring out. He could not keep stroking at the rate he was going, or he'd begin to get sloppy, and possibly lose control of himself. Arc panted, looking about for some solution. His tongue lolled out of his mouth in a combination of exertion and pleasure... and that's when Arc had an idea.

"Hey, Ref? We're free to pleasure ourselves any way we want right?" he asked Ref. The referee blinked at being addressed and nodded.

"That's right. You can use any method you want to masturbate, provided you do not use tools or toys," the tiger-wolf replied.

"So I don't have to use my hands?" Arc asked for clarification.

"...No, but how would you do it otherwise?" the Arcanine replied, cocking an ear in confusion.

"Watch and learn, Ref!" Arc said with a wide grin. He suddenly sat down, with a wide grin. Before anyone could react or question him, he leaned forward so that his long, pulsing length pointed right at his own face. Without hesitation, Arc leaned in and began to suckle on the very tip of his flesh, the two-fisted sized head pressed firm against his lips. His cock throbbed in approval of his actions, pumping sweet precum into his own muzzle. He gulped, grinning wide. He could rest his tired arms this way, yet keep precise control of his pleasure with every lick.

<Whoaaa-ho-ho!!! Seems Arc has come up with a rather naughty strategy! He's going to have to be careful... While he might not tire out his arms like that; if he's not careful, he'll end up with a mouthful of Pikachu-goo and none of it will be shooting in the right direction!> Mew called to the audience, giggling mischievously. The crowd gasped and roared in approval at the little boy's actions.

Beside him, Lumi gasped in shock at the sight of the Pikachu beginning to fellate his own log of cockflesh. The foxboy was so surprised that he completely lost control of himself. The bulge at the base of his penis suddenly began to swell, quickly growing from barely the size of a ping-pong ball all the way to a baseball! He howled long and hard as his testicles clenched against his penis. The foreskin covering the head of his penis suddenly bloated out, as thick red-colored goo poured from it.

<Oops!!! BIG mistake on Lumi's part! His foreskin is in the way! He's only gonna make a distance of two or three INCHES at this rate!!!> Mew called out, her mental voice husky with arousal. The Vulpix's tails flicked as he quickly gripped under the head of his shaft and pulled down, peeling the hood off his cock and revealing the head. Thick ropes of hot crimson foxcum fired across the field as the boy gently gripped his flesh, aiming his cock at a precise angle from his hips. He moaned softly, his brown ears folding back as he slowly pumped his hips, unable to stop himself.

<A good show from Lumi now that he's actually spurting, rather than pouring his spunk on the ground... But his hips are a little unsteady, that might cost him!> Mew commented, her blue eyes glittering eagerly as she watched the young cub's semen arc through the air to splash the dirt of the field. She couldn't help but stroke her own throbbing cock in arousal, using a telepathic illusion to keep anyone from noticing.

Lumi finally lost control and his knees buckled. He fell onto his back, shivering as his member jerked and splattered his fuzzy stomach, painting him red. He moaned, surrendering to the pleasure as he closed his eyes, no longer caring whether he won or lost. Ref took his measuring tape out and walked the distance to the longest spray that Lumi mustered, placing a small red flag.

<Very nice! A good ten foot, six-inch ejaculation! Arc and Fae are going to have to work hard to beat that!> Mew said, to the applause of the audience.

Knowing it was down to him and the little child beside him, Arc worked his cock gently. He slurped at his flesh, feeling his penis jerking and bouncing off his tongue. Thick spurts of pre erupted from his slit, splashing over his muzzle, drenching the fur in pints. He concentrated, feeling himself teetering on the knife's edge of orgasm with every little lick. His fuzzy balls swelled with need, but he refused to let himself climax until he was sure he was ready.

Beside him, Fae squealed as she trembled in orgasmic pleasure. The little girl's fingers delved inside her tiny cleft as she bucked her hips, closing her eyes as her cock bobbed and twitched with each spasm of her dry climax. According to Mew's running color commentary, she was on her third dry orgasm. After writhing in pleasure for a minute, shivering and moaning softly, she finally wrapped her hand around her penis. She stroked quickly and firm, and Arc's keen hearing could hear the faint fevered slapping noise often associated with speedy masturbation.

Meanwhile, Arc was working very hard to keep licking and nibbling on his flesh, keeping himself on the brink of orgasm without going over. The exercise in orgasm denial was a precarious business, and his body was trembling with the effort. His cock bulged, the ropy veins along his flesh pulsed angrily, and he had to swallow constantly to keep up with the flow of sweet, sugary precum. He could feel his heavy testicles beginning to tense, churning powerfully with his barely-contained burden.

In the end, Arc lost control first. He yelped, feeling a sensation akin to an earthquake deep in his furry sack. Then the earthquake turned into an impending volcano, as the pressure began to rise up his length. Letting his member out of his muzzle, Arc scrambled to his feet, taking his penis into both paws, gripping it tightly. Remembering Lumi's mistake, he managed to reach up and peel down his foreskin, exposing the deep red head of his member, just before his shaft began to pulse and jerk violently. From there, it was just a struggle to hang onto his length, as it flexed and writhed like a serpent, even as he could feel the pleasurable ache of hot cum boiling up his flesh.

<Ah! Looks like Arc's lost it! Let's see if he can beat Lumi...> Mew's voice echoed. Arc groaned loudly, both out of pleasure, and for the benefit of the audience. His member jerked as the first powerful jet of hot, golden cum fired from the tip of his member. It glistened in the sunlight as the long, thick rope jetted through the air. It seemed to fly in slow motion, before falling to land in a thick, sticky strand in the dirt far in front of Arc. To his pleasure, he had beat Lumi, but to even MORE pleasure, his second ejaculation was even stronger. He gasped and whimpered, gripping his flesh tight, trying desperately to aim his cock properly. He had waited just a little too long to let himself climax, and his orgasm was too powerful for him to control properly. In the end, he had to just grip his member as tight as he could and pray for the best as he aimed it in the general direction of his last gushes.

He suddenly heard a high-pitched coo, and glanced over beside him. Little Fae had arched her back, her eyes half-lidded, and her little member throbbing in her grasp, as she fired a thick blast of white spunk into the air. The gush fired surprisingly far, spraying clear across the field. She gasped and shivered, barely seeming to realize she was in a competition. Instead, the little cub just bucked her tiny little hips into her paws, her wings fluttering and curled tail flicking. From where Arc was standing, he could see her juices run down her inner thighs, even as she thrust her cock forward with each hard gush. Her semen sparkled in the sunlight, as if the liquid had glitter in it. The shimmering fluid landed with a wet splat in the dirt, but Arc couldn't tell if she had beaten him.

<A GOOD showing from Arc! Too early to say yet how far he's gushed, but he's clearly beat Lumi's attempt easily... And Reiko, obviously. The problem is that Fae ALSO has seemed to have gotten one heckuva climax, because she's firing hard. Each dry orgasm she had builds up pressure, and now she's releasing it all with her wet climax!> Mew commented, her amusement apparent. The thing about telepathy was that no matter how skilled the telepath was, thoughts and emotions would seep into the messages that were sent. Mew was quite simply the most skilled telepath in the realm of Kanto, if not one of the most skilled on the planet, so she was extremely good at "speaking" while hiding her private thoughts and emotions. However, even she couldn't hide the sense of orgasmic pleasure that she transmitted with that last comment. Arc could tell she was in the middle of a strong climax, and could hear hundreds of sympathetic moans from the audience as many Pokemon erupted into spontaneous orgasms.

With all the distractions, between Mew, Fae, and the audience, it was a miracle that Arc managed to hold on as long as he did. He stood firm, gripping his pulsing, convulsing flesh with both hands, as he continued to launch long, large bursts of thick Pikachu cum into the air. But finally, his knees buckled at the pleasure, and he fell onto his back, unable to remain standing. His cock slapped against his chest with a wet splat, a film of golden cum coating the pink flesh. It pulsed violently, continuing to pump heavy spurts of semen over his face and chest. With nothing else to do except continue to writhe in ecstasy, Arc wrapped his lips around the fat mushroom helmet of his cock and began to gulp down as much of his cum as he could. Most of it gushed back out of the corners of his muzzle and ran down his chin.

Fae lasted a minute longer than Arc, her sparkling cum creating thick trails in the dirt. But she too could not resist the insistent ecstasy gripping her body, and she slumped forward, panting as she fell onto her side. Her cock aimed straight at her face as she curled in the fetal position, moaning and shuddering. Her spunk coated her pale-pink fur, drenching her face and curly hair. The little girl mewled and cooed cutely, and the very sound made Arc climax all the harder.

But all good things must come to an end, and slowly Arc and Fae came down from their orgasmic highs. They panted for breath as the afterglow set in, their members pulsing and spurting weakly. Arc stroked his flesh slowly, savoring each pulse as his ejaculations slowed to a steady dribble. He managed to prop himself up onto her elbows, watching as the Arcanine referee rushed out onto the field with a yellow and a pink flag. He measured with a tape measure, walking down the field until he reached the farthest point where Arc's semen and Fae's spunk had reached, planting the flags at the edge of the wet streaks in the dirt. He then looked up to Mew, clearly mentally giving her the measurements.

<Well, ladies and gentlemen... If you haven't ended up creaming yourselves to the point of unconsciousness, I'm sure you wanna know the winner! Arc Pikachu managed a near-record ejaculation for his size group! At 14 feet, 9 inches, he managed one heckuva climax! Not bad for a first-time sex competitor!> Mew announced. Arc raised a fist in the air, showing off a wide winning grin to the crowd, his lightning-bolt tail swishing back and forth happily.

<BUT...> said Mew, cutting into Arc's celebration, <Fae managed a massive, near-record climax too! It's been a long while since we saw such... gifted competitors!>

Fae blinked and looked up, seemingly surprised to have heard her name mentioned. As far as Arc could tell from the expression on the Clefairy's face, she seemed to have forgotten she was competing in the first place, and had just been jerking off for fun.

<Fae managed fourteen feet...> Mew trailed off for the sake of drama, knowing the crowd was on the edge of their seats... or OFF the edge of their seats, as she could see several Pokemon near her going at it like animals, the competition forgotten.

<...and eight inches!!! Arc wins the distance competition! That gives him three points on the scoreboard!> Mew said, pointing out at the massive enchanted plate of metal that hung over the Arena. As she spoke, Arc's name appeared on it, and three tallies appeared beside it, showing his score.

<In second place is Fae, with two points... Lumi with one... and poor Reiko had better do better in the next competition, or she won't be able to win, with zero!> Mew announced, <Now we'll take a ten minute break to get our competitors past the refractory period, and get them ready for the next round! Some of you in the crowd can use the opportunity to clean yourselves off too!> Mew giggled.

It was then that Arc noticed Reiko arguing with the Arcanine. He stood up on shaky legs and walked over so he could hear her better.

"IT'S SO UNFAIR!!! The mouse has a cock that would look better on a Wailord!" the Riolu griped angrily, referencing the largest known Pokemon, "He shouldn't even be competing in our size-group!!! I mean, come on! I have no excuse for MY performance, but he has an unfair advantage!"Arc frowned, his cheeks sparking with annoyance.

"Miss, penis size has nothing to do with what size group you compete in, just overall body size, and I'm sorry, but he qualifies for the featherweight competition regardless of what's between his legs. The question had come up before hand and Princess Mew gave him expressed permission to compete," Ref explained frankly, looking somewhat nervous at having the angry young cub in his face.

"Yeah, well, he grew up with her! I think that's more than a little favoritism, don't you?!" she growled. Ref stopped looking nervous and then looked slightly angry.

"If you're implying that Princess Mew is allowing cheating in this sacred arena, then I hope you think long and hard before accusing a member of the Royal family of impropriety. She is not the only person to have made the decision to allow Arc to compete, as several people were involved in the discussion," Ref growled in annoyance, "And before you accuse ME of anything either, I will say that I made sure his penis didn't cross the line when he ejaculated, and he didn't do anything else that would result in a penalty or disqualification."

"If you have a problem with me competing, you should talk to ME, not complain to the judge..." Arc growled, sounding equally annoyed. His paws were on his hips as he tapped his foot. The Riolu turned and met his glare.

"I can't help it if I want to make sure that this competition is a fair one!" she retorted, meeting the Pikachu's gaze.

"Listen, it's not MY fault you're so immature... or should I say PREmature..." Arc said, smirking. The Riolu's red eyes went wide at the insult, then narrowed as she balled her fists and gritted her teeth.

"Cool down, you two. If you want to brawl, you're going to have to save it for tomorrow when the rings are free for the public. Right now, if you lay a hand on each other, I'll have to disqualify you both from the competition!" the judge warned, his paws on his hips.

"Sorry, Ref. I just got annoyed at hearing that..." Arc apologized. Reiko gave a snort of anger and walked off in a huff.

"It's okay. I'm used to people blowing off steam after a bad loss like that. Don't take it personally, Arc. She screwed up, and to cope, she decided to take out her anger on someone else," Ref sighed, shaking his head, "Heck, I've been attacked after matches sometimes."

"You have?!" Arc asked in surprise.

"Oh, yeah. Some competitor gets worked up after getting his butt kicked, then comes and blames it on me for making a bad call. It's why most referees are retired champion fighters. We need to be able to handle ourselves if something like that happens," the Arcanine replied lightly.

"Wait... YOU were a champion?" Arc asked, blinking in surprise. Ref smirked down at the little Pikachu and gently patted his head with a large paw.

"About ten years ago, I was the S-Rank Champion, before I got injured and had to drop out of competition. Luckily, the King and Queen were kind enough to give me a job as a referee, so I could stay in the Arena and do what I love," he replied, smiling, "I may not have all my old moves... but I can still handle myself against pretty much anyone."

Arc looked Ref up and down with newfound respect for the Arcanine, not that he did not respect Ref to begin with. The Pikachu yelped as Ref suddenly ruffled his hair, smiling wide.

"Now. Go get rehydrated and somethin' to eat. You wanna be fueled up for the next round, don't you?" Ref suggested, smirking. He gave the little mouse a slap on the rump to send him off. Arc looked back and grinned, knowing he now had someone new to look up to.

*****

The next few rounds passed with surprising speed. The second competition was something like an obstacle course, where they had to race down a track and leap over or slide under various barriers. This was made considerably more difficult, since each of them was required to have a vibrating sleeve made of some soft jelly substance placed over their penis. If they had an orgasm at any point during the course, they would be disqualified. Lumi failed miserably, unable to hold back, and left a rather large puddle of crimson spunk in the middle of the course. Fae faired better, actually able to finish the course, but she had difficulty making good time without tripping over her erection. Reiko, however, redeemed herself by taking the course at a full sprint, sweeping over and under every hurdle or limbo pole in her path with barely a second's hesitation. She gave a superior smirk at Arc as she passed him after setting her time. Arc clenched his fists, determined to beat her...

...and came in third place, setting a decent time, but accruing a rather large amount of penalties as his fifteen-inch member kept getting in the way, knocking over the hurdles or limbo poles. Thankfully, the jelly-vibrator kept him from feeling the impacts painfully, so the only thing bruised was his ego by the time he crossed the finish line. The total score was Arc 4, Reiko 3, Fae 3, and Lumi 2.

Having worked up the competitors with the race, the third competition was a stamina competition, where the competitors simply had to hold off their orgasm as long as they could while the vibrating cocksleeves stimulated their flesh. Having a tenuous lead in the competition, Arc was determined to keep it. Unfortunately for him, he underestimated how close to his orgasm he was. Little Fae was the first to orgasm, crying out as her member bounced and twitched, splattering the dirt in front of her with the force of her climax as the sleeve squeezed and vibrated around her. Arc tried hard to hold back, he did, but he failed. He made the mistake of looking up in the stands, where he saw his sister's cock jerk, sending a fountain of thick pink semen over her little body. It was too much and all he could do was yell in ecstasy as his powerful shaft jerked within its extra-large sleeve (usually reserved for members of a larger race), and sprayed his golden spunk on the ground, his heavy sack spasming as it pumped his semen up his length. Reiko and Lumi actually tied for first place, the fox and canine climaxing at the exact same time. They howled to the sky, unable to stop themselves as their bodies trembled in ecstasy, sprays of blue and red flying through the air.

In the end, the final score was Arc with six points, Reiko with six herself, Lumi with five, and Fae with three. The competitors lay on the sidelines panting for breath in the aftermath of their collective orgasm, gulping down water and nibbling on berry-bars to refuel their tired bodies.

<Well, ladies and gents, I'm afraid we have a tie... But that's no way to end a challenge like this! We need a tie-breaker!!!> Mew's voice called out to the audience and competitors alike. Arc and Reiko blinked, looking at each other.

"Wait, what?" Arc blinked as Ref reached down and pulled them both back to their feet, leading them out to a patch of soft grass. They blinked in confusion, wondering what was going on.

<As your Princess, I hereby decree that the tiebreaker match will be a sex-duel... Arc's "zweihander" against Reiko's "broadsword!"> Mew announced, to the laughter of the audience. Ref nodded and turned to the two.

"Alrighty, a sex-duel it is. Are both of you ready?" Ref asked.

"Wait, I hafta duel... with HIM?!" Reiko growled in disgust, pointing at Arc, "He'll knock me flat on my butt with that battering ram!!!"

"We've been through this before, Reiko. Arc is qualified to compete in your weight class. Get over it or forfeit; those are your choices," Ref replied, not even bothering to sound annoyed with Reiko for bringing up the topic again.

"...Fine... I'll compete..." Reiko growled, glaring daggers at Arc. Arc for his part, ignored her animosity, to settle on confusion. Two orgasms in a row had left him slightly dazed, and he was trying to figure out what was going on.

Luckily for him, Ref turned to the audience and used his announcement pin to call, "The competitors must attempt to bring their opponent to orgasm before they have one themselves! Their hands will be restrained. Genital on genital contact is all that is permitted! If any contact takes place outside of their genitalia, then the offender will be disqualified!!!"

As he spoke, Mew's eyes glowed. A glowing blue ring of energy suddenly appeared around each of Arc and Reiko's wrists, yanking their arms back and trapping them behind their backs. They both yelped in surprise at being handcuffed, even as they felt Mew's mind press in upon them. Raging arousal suddenly blasted through the Pikachu's body, wiping away his exhaustion and causing his member to spring back to a full, dripping erection faster than he thought was possible. He groaned, feeling his length jerk as it grew almost painfully hard, the long veins along the sides of his shaft bulging with arousal. Reiko was in a similar condition, her cock twitching and throbbing powerfully even as trickles of her nectar flooded down her thighs.

Arc was a little stunned and unsure of what to do, until he felt a force press against his back, shoving him forward. The Pikachu stumbled forward and yelped as he tried to keep his balance. He blinked, finding himself standing nose to nose with Reiko... or more specifically, penis to penis. Her crimson eyes were glaring murderously at him, as if she blamed HIM for his sister's actions. Arc gave a weak shrug in response.

"I'm gonna make you spray all over, little boy..." Reiko growled under her breath, clearly annoyed to have to suffer this indignity.

"Not if I make you gush first, little girl," Arc retorted.

"Both competitors are ready! FIGHT!!!" Ref shouted, stepping aside.

Arc pushed his hips forward, making his length slide against Reiko's shaft as if they were crossing swords. He shivered, feeling the head of his phallus press against her soft stomach fur. She apparently enjoyed the sensation despite herself, as a soft gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes remained narrowed in a glare of concentration as she shifted the angle of her hips and drew back, causing the head of her penis to trail along the underside of his cock, leaving a sticky trail of pre-ejaculate along it. Arc's length pulsed angrily at the sensation. The girl was GOOD. She clearly knew how to fight, both in hand to hand, from her stance and the way she moved, and in sex from how easily she teased him.

Arc was no slouch when it came to sex either. For Pokemon, the concept of heterosexuality or homosexuality did not exist. As a species, they were omnisexual, although individuals may have held personal preferences towards males, females, or futanari. Arc was a true omnisexual, willing to be with anyone who would take him. Growing up in Mew's household, he also had the misfortune (or fortune, depending on your point of view) of being subjected to the Princess's friends using him as a sex toy at any given time because of his incredible size. This and growing up playing with his own friends, had made Arc quite gifted at knowing just how to pleasure males, females, or futanari with ease.

Arc smirked and swiveled his hips before stabbing forward, causing the head of his penis to Reiko's clitoris, making the Riolu yelp in pleasure. She shivered and whimpered as Arc slid forward, causing his cock to slide against her furry muff, between her legs. His veiny length ground firmly against her fuzzy cleft, making her cry out involuntarily. Arc gritted his teeth, feeling his cock jerk and spasm as her warm nectar flooded out and dripped down his shaft, running down his large sack.

Reiko recovered quickly from the assault and counterattacked, clamping her thighs down around his shaft. Arc yelped as she squeezed his thick log of flesh tightly, gyrating her hips to cause his foreskin to roll up and down over the head. The girl's member rubbed into his stomach fur, leaving a thick smear of clear precum. Arc tried to yank back, but her thighs just squeezed tighter, preventing him from pulling away. She narrowed her eyes and grinned in a feral manner, knowing she had him trapped.

"Aww... What's the matter? Is the widdle mousie gonna spurt all over?" Reiko growled softly in his ear, grinding her muff against his flesh firmly, making him yelp and moan.

"N-Not before you do..." Arc murmured. He gritted his teeth and slammed his hips forward, making Reiko yelp as the hot, hard flesh ground against her wetness. Her penis slid back and forth in Arc's stomach fur, tickled by the soft downy fuzz.

Arc could hear Mew chattering away in the back of his mind, broadcasting her commentary about the duel to the audience, but he was concentrating too hard on the task at hand to listen to exactly what she was saying. However, he got the general gist of it.

<Well, it looks like Arc has himself caught in a vice...> the young Princess commented, grinding her own thighs together, <... and whilst Reiko must want to close it up, she clearly has something of a log-jam to deal with first>

The Pikachu subconsciously reacted, another thrust of his hips punching his broad cock against Reiko's sensitive underside and drawing a chorus of gasps from the audience as it slipped over her pleasure-button and ground against the Riolu's soggy entrance. Reiko could only grit her teeth as the action was repeated several times, her own bobbing pillar of flesh throbbing a drizzle of pre over her competitor's belly with each buck.

"D-Don't you even t-think about sticking that thing inside m-mmm-me..!" she gasped, empathsizing her point by eventually managed to squeeze Arc's shaft down and away from her trembling netherlips.

"I-I wouldn't give you the satisfaction, little pup..." he retorted, taking lungfuls of air to keep his focus and narrowing his eyes in a predatory manner, "... b-but that doesn't mean you'll get an easy RIDE!"

With that, Arc angled his body back to allow his member to briefly slip out of the nectar-soaked grip before powering forward and up, the tip of the sizeable rod slamming once again into Reiko's clit and literally forcing her feet from the ground. With her hands bound, the canine cried out as she was momentarily balanced on the top of her rival's erection, her attempts to keep from tipping backwards serving to grind both her overstimulated button and shaft against him.

"No, no, NO, NOOO!" she whined, blood bloating her genitals to their limits as her orgasm barrelled through her restraints - female juices bursting down to soak her thighs and Arc's pivotal penis, whilst her smaller maleness gushed forth powerfully to paint both of their chests and rain down sticky cerulean from above.

"Yeeeeaaah!" Arc yelled, all five of his senses informing him of his opponent's loss in the space of a split-second, "How d'ya like them app-... Oh crap!"

The sense of victory lasted just for that moment of moments as his own orgasm was triggered by the overwhelming situation he was in. Even as Reiko's cum struck him squarely in the chin, the Pikachu's torrent of seed boiled up his length - the tip of which was still providing the main mounting for the unlikely balancing act. With nowhere to go, the pressure swelled the impressive organ, sparks flying from Arc's fur as he cried out and bucked upwards powerfully. Still in the throes of her own dual-climax, Reiko could do nothing as she was catapulted upwards, instantly followed by a powerful stream of love-juice from Arc.

Time seemed to slow as the Riolu was launched, arching forward as she did and colliding with her foe, her shaft almost upper-cutting him - as they both tumbled down to the soft grass, their psychically-bound hands were released just in time for both to avoid any untoward injuries... not that either competitor was in a state to think about any form of graceful landing. Arc thumped down onto his back, the first powerful pulse of his orgasm still emitting from his loins. Reiko landed on top of him, mushing his face against her cum-soaked belly before rolling to one side to lay gasping. The audience were nearly to their feet in celebration as both Pokemon's streams of juice reached their peak and started their inevitable journey back down to the arena's floor.

Blissfully unaware of the crowd or that they were both getting their fur painted in streaks of creamy blue and electric yellow, Arc and Reiko simply panted powerfully in their respective positions, still overwhelmingly held captive by their respective climaxes. In fact by the time each had regained their senses and were wondering where they were and why they appeared to be sleeping in sticky puddles, the audience had lost their voices and were settling down to watch Ref announce the results.

"Ladies and Gentlemon, the winner of the tie-breaker sex-dual and today's overall contest, please show your appreciation for Arc Pikachu!" he shouted, dragging the exhausted boy to his feet to drunkenly absorb the new cheers from the spectators.

The soaked mouse smiled vaguely, holding up a hand to acknowedge the collective praise before reaching down to help Reiko to her feet. Oddly enough, she accepted his hand and stood unsteadily to face him.

"D-Don't think this is over..." she commented, tugging her fingers away quickly, her cum-covered expression mixed between weary anger and maybe a tinge of a smile, "Next t-time, you won't be so l-lucky..!"

"Luck didn't have anything to do with it!" came a voice from one side, the competitors glancing over as Vix jogged into the arena, "Arc completely blew you away, and don't forget it missie!"

The Pikachu sweatdropped as Reiko glared between him and the Eevee, the latter of which grasped his arm and stuck her tongue out. Scoffing, the Riolu folded her arms and turned to stagger away with as much venom as her tired body could manage.

"Vix, that was a little uncalled for..." Arc sighed, looking over at his fluffy companion, "... although I appreciate the sentiment"

"Meh, she had it coming" Vix grinned as Lumi and Fae bounded over to congratulate Arc, "No-one trash-talks my friends and gets away with it, even if you do look like a lemon-and-cum cake at the moment"

"Tasty..." he giggled, dabbing a sticky finger onto Vix's nose, "But how come you're here? Didn't you have a match today?"

<She did, and did pretty well too> Mew commented, appearing as if from nowhere next to the foursome, <I'd watch your back Arc, as she'll be catching you up soon!>

"Uh... Mew..." Arc mumbled nervously, pointing at Reiko, Ref, and the others. They were all staring at her in utter surprise and disbelief. He then gestured towards Mew's lower body. The Princess blinked and looked down. Her shaft was steel hard, bouncing up and down with the aftermath of a very recent orgasm, even as it continued to spurt thick pink gushes of semen onto the ground.

<...Don't tell me... they can see it...> Mew squeaked, her face turning pale.

"You forgot to turn on that psychic smokescreen thingie..." Arc said, gulping. Mew groaned aloud, burying her face in the palms of her hands.

<This is BAD... This is REALLY bad...> Mew groaned weakly, shaking her head.

"What do we do?!" Arc asked, looking around as the audience murmured and muttered.

<...I'll take care of it... but Mom and Dad are gonna KILL me...> the Princess sighed heavily. The Princess shook her head, her long pink hair swaying back and forth. Arc looked around as the crowd's murmuring grew louder. He could hear comments from the Pokemon out in the stands about the Princess's phallus.

<Okay, brace yourselves...> Mew announced to her friends, her eyes glowing with increasing intensity as she began floating up from the arena floor. As one, the audience fell silent, those who were already partway out of the exits turning to watch the young Pokemon as she grasped her hands together - a sea of blank eyes stared at the Princess as she focused, unable to look away.

Arc could feel his own vision getting hazy as he looked up - he tried to shake his head to clear it so that he could see what Mew was going to do, but whatever her plan was, he was part of it. The Pikachu was vaguely aware that Vix was holding onto him, her own eyes cast upwards, as were those of the other Pokemon inside the arena, but he could only see his pink friend as she floated effortlessly in the sky. No... Not in the sky, she just... floated.

There was no sky.

No arena.

No-one else.

Just Mew.

Mew.

"Mew..."

<Ahh, Arc... Welcome back>

"Huh?"

Arc blinked, getting his bearings. He was laying down on a carpet of soft, cool grass, Vix nuzzled against his side and stretching as if she appeared to be waking up.

The Princess appeared upside-down in the Pikachu's eyesight, looking down at him with a smirk.

<Welcome back...> she repeated.

"Where'd I go?" he asked, sitting up to see several other Pokemon in the same grassy area looking around with an equal amount of confusion - Arc vaguely remembered seeing them before... Something about a contest... Something about... a lemon-and-cum cake.

<Oh, nowhere special...> Mew replied, floating around and helping both him and Vix to their feet, <... You, the other competitors, Ref, and even some of the audience were soooo overwhelmed by your victory that I think you passed out>

Arc tilted his head in confusion, remotely aware from the murmuring crowd that he wasn't the only one feeling uncertain. But for lack of any other explanation, why should they doubt their Princess?

<And now...> the young and undoubtedly female Royal announced, capturing the attention of everyone within and watching the arena, <... In light of Arc's overwhelming victory...>

"Luck..." Reiko muttered from the sidelines, earning herself a glare from Vix.

<... I am proud, once again...> Mew continued, floating down to Fae and Lumi, <... to bring together these Pokemon to join his harem>

"Oooh," said the smaller Clefairy, looking across at the Pikachu.

"Wait, WHAT?!" commented Lumi, blinking in surprise.

"Just a second!" interjected Vix, shaking her head and casting herself in front of Arc protectively, "Mew! He's mine!"

<No...> the Princess replied, still smiling as she placed a hand on both Fae and Lumi's heads, each moaning softly as their eyes glazed over <You're his... And now, so are these two>

"I think I want to pass out again..." mumbled Arc, face-palming himself with a cum-soaked hand.

*****

Tsubasa walked down the red carpet towards Mewtwo's throne slowly, deliberately taking her time to avoid having to going near her master. Despite having spent the last few months in his thrall, she never could get used to the shiver of fear... and arousal... that ran down her spine every time he even came into the same room as her.

Mewtwo had transported her, Neko, and Nezumi to his lair, which was a deep cave system somewhere in the country of Kanto. She did not know exactly where, because Mewtwo and Sharp seemed disinclined to inform her, and she had not been allowed to leave the premises for any reason. Despite being inside a cave, the surroundings were lavish, fit for the finest castle, maybe even more luxurious than those of Castle Kanto itself.

In fact, her quality of life had improved immensely since becoming a slave to Mewtwo. The three thieves now lived in luxurious bedrooms all to themselves, compared to the hovel that their own lair was. They were attended to by various other Pokemon (most of whom did not say much and had curiously empty and blank stares), and could get pretty much anything they could ask for. She had some of the best meals of her life, cooked with the finest ingredients. She could get any books or entertainment crystals she wanted. Her feathers and hair were groomed better than they had been since she was a child.

Tsubasa hated it. She hated every little thing about it.

The Pidgeotto had grown up in one of the wealthiest families in Kanto. Everything she ever wanted, she could have with just a wave of her wing. The only thing she couldn't get was a cure for her intense, crushing, and eternal boredom. She hated her life of wealth because there was no effort involved, no reason to push herself and no excitement. Then, on a whim, she had escaped to the streets of Kanto City, and turned to thievery to support herself. From the very first time she snatched a piece of fruit from a stand without the owner noticing, she was hooked. This was the thrill and the challenge her life needed. She met with Nezumi and Neko shortly after, falling in love with the other thieves, and had never looked back.

The only thing she couldn't get here in Mewtwo's lair was her freedom.

Now she was back to where she started, a slave in her own life, unable to escape back to the streets. Things were actually worse than before, because now she was hypnotically compelled to obey her new master and his right-hand witch. On the bright side, Mewtwo had ignored her and the thieves almost completely after bringing them to his lair, and even better, so had Sharp. While Mewtwo had complete control over their minds and bodies, he was not malicious about it. He viewed the thieves mostly with disregard and disinterest unless they could do something for him. Sharp, however, was actively sadistic, although considerably less so since they had moved into Mewtwo's lair. Tsubasa suspected that Mewtwo himself had something to do with that.

<Are you going to keep reminiscing and musing on your place in life, or are you going to come here and see what task I have called you for? I promise I won't be... sadistic.> a deep voice broke into her thoughts quite literally, tinged with a hint of amusement. Tsubasa gasped and shook her head, glancing up at the throne nervously. She had forgotten that even her own mind provided no privacy, since her Master was the most powerful telepath she had ever encountered.

Mewtwo sat there, as tall and powerful as he had ever seemed. One of his many mindless slaves, a Lopunny was in his lap, moaning as she gyrated her hips against him. Her hands rested against his chest, sliding over his pectorals as she rose up and down, shivering and gasping in ecstasy.

And then Tsubasa saw the part of her Master that thrilled and terrified her the most. His phallus. It was buried inside the Lopunny, but barely half of its incredible length could fit. Tsubasa had thankfully not been subjected to it many times since her enslavement, but almost every time she had seen Mewtwo, his length was either erect, plunged into one of his many slaves (male, female, or other, he did not seem to be picky), or hanging down limp with the aftermath of a climax. His penis was deep red-purple, a slightly different shade than the patch of fur that covered his groin and tail. It was over two feet long when erect, possibly longer, and thicker around than an ale mug. Its size was honestly the least terrifying part of it.

It was a bizarre shape, like none she had ever seen on a Pokemon. It was vaguely equine or elephantine, long with a medial ring, a raised ring of hard flesh around the half-way point of his penis, giving it a segmented appearance. The head was bell-shaped, bulging out into a flare or trumpet that was even wider than the rest of his penis. Angry veins bulged along the length. In addition, nestled against the opening of his sheath was a gigantic swelling, clearly a canine knot. Under the flare were several rows of fleshy barbs, designed to tickle his mate, like a feline. While erect, thick purple liquid constantly oozed and dripped from the tip. To top it off, below his member, a sack held two massive testicles, his furry scrotum easily the size of a basketball.

Even as she watched, Mewtwo grunted aloud. The creature seemed to be mute, only able to communicate through telepathy, but it was capable of laughing and making other noises aloud with its vocal cords. He suddenly pulled his hips back, causing his flesh to slip free of the Lopunny with a thick squelch. His cock bobbed up and down several times, as if beckoning Tsubasa to come closer. Then the flare swelled, and a powerful gout of thick, milky purple goo erupted from it, flying to splatter the ground over a dozen feet away from him. Mewtwo moaned and grunted softly as he rode his orgasm, drenching the Lopunny's back as well as the floor. The show was clearly intended as a message to Tsubasa, though, considering he was ejaculating in her direction, despite her standing just outside of his range. The bursts of purple semen splattered the ground at her feet and Tsubasa had to suppress the urge to leap backward. She blushed and pressed her feathery thighs together, feeling a trickle of her honey rush down despite herself.

As the gallons of ejaculate pooled on the ground, the intense eruptions slowing over several minutes into a steady constant dribble, like a faucet left open part of the way; slaves entered the room with mops and buckets and began to clean up the mess, pushing the semen into conveniently placed drains on the floor. Mewtwo smirked and placed the Lopunny on her feet. Without a word, she turned and shuffled away, standing more than a little bow-legged, and clearly having not achieved her own climax.

<Now, come here, Tsubasa. We have things to discuss,> Mewtwo said. His telepathic voice was treacherous. It sounded almost kindly, even affectionate, but Tsubasa could feel an undercurrent of malice under it. His anger wasn't towards her in particular, but towards everyone in the world, possibly the world itself. His deep bass was a rumble that sent shivers down her spine as it echoed in her mind. He could slip her into a trance with his voice alone, from how velvety and deep it was... and had proven that on several occasions. She shuddered and continued the rest of the way down the red carpet until she stood before his throne. The bird bent down in a polite bow, trying not to meet Mewtwo's purple gaze.

"I am here, my lord..." she murmured, trying to contain both her fear and arousal. Mewtwo sighed aloud and leaned back, letting his slab of cock-flesh hang down into his lap, dribbling onto the floor.

<I can see that. You can calm down, my dear; I have no intention of asking you to do anything difficult,> Mewtwo said plainly, smiling, <In fact... I have noticed you've been cooped up in here. I intend to allow you some time to stretch your legs and have a little freedom.>

"....What's the catch?" asked Tsubasa after remaining silent for several moments, not bothering to hide her suspicion... and regretting her tone a moment later..

<Well, first, I wish for you to clean me off... It wouldn't do to let my semen crust into my fur, now would it?> Mewtwo said with a smirk, apparently ignoring the insubordinate tone Tsubasa gave him. Tsubasa felt a large drop of sweat roll down the side of her head as Mewtwo stared down at her imperiously.

"Uhh..." Tsubasa hedged, trying to think of a way out of her situation.

<Clean me,> Mewtwo repeated, but this time his voice echoed strangely within her mind and his purple eyes glowed slightly.

"...Yes, my lord," Tsubasa replied, unable to stop herself. She found herself walking towards the creature, kneeling at his feet as she began to press her beak against his penis, licking the purple cum from his skin.

<Much better. Now, I have a task for you to complete, and it'll allow you to leave my lair for a little while. While you are out, you are free to do what you want within reason... You will not be able to tell anyone about me, of course, and you will be forced to return within a day... But during that day, you may go where you please and do what you wish, provided you complete my task first,> Mewtwo said with a smile, murmuring aloud as Tsubasa's tongue slid over his trumpet, cleaning it, <You see, I can be reasonable.>

"Yes... *SLURP* ...my lord..." Tsubasa said through the fog that engulfed her thoughts. She was not quite entranced or hypnotized, but she was not in control of her actions at the same time. It was a strange twilight between a trance and awareness. She shivered, tasting Mewtwo's spunk on her tongue, a salty-sweet tanginess. Even as she worked, Mewtwo's cock stopped softening and began to return to rigidity. Tsubasa felt her stomach drop as she felt it harden under her ministrations, her wings coming up to begin to massage around his medial ring, but she could not stop herself.

To distract herself, she asked: "What is it that you wish me to do?"

<I need you to deliver some things to some of my agents within the city,> Mewtwo replied, grunting as his flesh pulsed against Tsubasa's hands.

"You want me just to deliver something?" Tsubasa asked, unable to keep the incredulousness and exasperation out of her voice.

<I know what you're thinking, dear, quite literally. Uhnn... And if the task were that simple, yes, I would make one of the mindless slaves I have wandering about here do it themselves... but this task requires your particular... Mmm... skill set,> Mewtwo sighed, punctuating his sentences with moans of pleasure that were obviously more to needle Tsubasa than actual expressions of enjoyment.

"And why do you need a thief to act as a delivery girl?" the Pidgeotto queried. She gasped as Mewtwo's phallus jerked powerfully, and a huge drip of clear liquid the size of a half-dollar coin oozed from his flare. Tsubasa studiously attempted to ignore it, instead focusing on licking at Mewtwo's sheath, trying to clean up all the semen from his fur from his last orgasm.

<Because those agents in the city don't KNOW that they're my agents. And I said clean my penis... That includes my precum, Tsubasa,> Mewtwo stated, making the bird wince and move up to lick at the fluid. Mewtwo's pre was as thick as syrup and about as sweet, making the task not unpleasant considering Tsubasa had a bit of a sweet tooth.

"Wait, so you're talking about... what, like sleeper agents?" Tsubasa asked, blinking as her hands moved without thought to begin fondling Mewtwo's gigantic testicles. The creature smiled enigmatically.

<Something like that. You needn't worry about bombs going off or mass destruction. If I wanted to destroy Kanto City, I'd just walk into the center of town and vaporize it myself. You could call them sleeper agents, but they're not terrorists...> Mewtwo explained, chuckling, <I intend no one any harm... I wish to rule, not to destroy.>

Somehow, that admission left Tsubasa even less enthusiastic. She gasped as Mewtwo's shaft jerked, sending another pint of precum over her face and chest, splattering her feathers. She brushed her limp hair out of her eyes, having gotten completely drenched by now. Mewtwo's breathing picked up slightly as her tongue flicked over his barbs, and she could feel his massive testicles beginning to swell. She shivered, knowing that Mewtwo would be unleashing a torrent upon her in mere moments.

"What do you wish for me to deliver... Master...?" she asked, if only to delay that moment and gain more valuable information. Mewtwo smiled and gently ran his fingertips over the back of her head, stroking her feathers... before shoving her roughly forward so that her face was pressed into his flare.

<Jewelry... Special jewelry. My sleepers only know what they need to know to serve my will, and maintain deniability if they are captured. You will deliver packages to them secretly. Outside of that, you don't need to know anything more, little one... all you need to do... is... prepare yourself...> Mewtwo said, groaning aloud. Even his telepathic voice grew strained as his hips began to thrust. Tsubasa could only squeak in surprise and terror as a thick dribble of milky purple liquid oozed from the flare... And then Mewtwo's length convulsed and exploded.

The first ejaculation lasted almost thirty seconds, and left Tsubasa drenched with over a gallon of Mewtwo's thick, violet semen. The next blast was considerably larger. She gasped as the liquid splashed her with immense force; it was as if she were on the receiving end of a fire hose that pumped steaming hot goo at her on full blast. The eruption actually knocked the poor Pidgeotto over, sending her flat on her rear. She moaned, unable to do anything else as Mewtwo slopped his spunk over her in powerful gouts.

It was then that Tsubasa noticed that Mewtwo wasn't really looking at her as he climaxed. His eyes were glassy and he stared through her, not as if he were seeing her, but as if someone else was kneeling in her position. The Pidgeotto gasped and shivered as her own orgasm exploded, sending pleasure from her loins through her entire body.

<Nnnf... Going to shove my cock in you... make you squeal...> Mewtwo growled as he was gripped by whatever fantasy or daydream was rushing through his head. His hips thrust into the air violently, as if he was stabbing the air with his phallus. Tsubasa wisely chose to keep her silence, not wanting to draw his attention, since this was obviously not meant for her eyes.

<Yesss... Fill you up with my semen... feel it dripping out of your tight little hole as you beg for more...> he growled, punctuating each sharp, violent thrust with a thick, long spray of semen that splattered the avian's brown feathers and the red carpet. She gasped at the intensity of his orgasm, amazed that so much semen could be come from just one Pokemon. His cock bounced and jerked, swelling and contracting visibly as each massive eruption boiled up his flesh and high into the air. Tsubasa watched in awe as she could see his incredibly massive testicles actually begin to shrink slightly as they released their burden over her.

Mewtwo seemed to snap to his senses as his violet eyes came into focus. His orgasm slowed, having lasted almost five minutes straight. The eruptions of semen slowed to gushes, then to spurts, and finally a constant sticky dribble that flowed from his dinner-plate sized trumpet to the floor. He huffed, his chest heaving with his breath as his afterglow set in. He sighed heavily, dipping a finger into a puddle of his semen on his stomach.

<...Go get yourself cleaned up and return to me, Tsubasa. We will discuss your targets, and how best to get the packages to their destinations,> Mewtwo's voice echoed in her head, sounding weary and weak. Tsubasa nodded and stood up, eager to get his purple spunk out of her feathers and to get away from him as quickly as possible. As she walked out, she heard him murmur one word. She knew he wasn't talking to her, and probably had no idea he had broadcast it telepathically. It was clearly meant to be a private thought. This one word was tinged with a variety of emotions that she had no idea Mewtwo even knew about, much less had the capacity to experience... Deep sorrow, burning lustful desire, soul-crushing despair, blazing anger.... and love. Deep, absolute love....

<Sister....>

TO BE CONTINUED.