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[b][u][center]The Man and the Mewtwo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Chapter 3: A New Occupation[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Anonymous[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Another show, another dollar. Or in this case, multiple hundreds of dollars. Fred shook his head, turning off the camera as he came down from his latest climax.

[i]Who would have thought that streaming this stuff would be this much more profitable?[/i]

He groaned as he slid forward, feeling the big black dildo slowly pulling free of his ass. The sensation of the slimy thing sliding out of his ass was still surprisingly pleasurable, though he had since gotten used to the worst of it. He gasped as the tip popped out of his rim, wobbling back before smacking him gently on the balls.

[i]Damn…that's…that's big.[/i]

It wasn't, really. It wasn't even the biggest toy that he owned, but it still felt big, like he was fucking something that wasn't entirely a toy. He supposed that it was his first, and it had a bit of an attachment to him as a result, but it was still a bit…weird. Definitely weird.

He shook his head as he picked it up, putting it in the tub for washing later. The other toys that he'd used during the stream were down there, too, each one coated in the same disinfectant. Fred groaned as he slipped from the bed to a rolling chair, one of the few bits of furniture that he still had with the mad psychic roommate.

[i]I heard that.[/i]

“Yeah, you hear everything."

Fred sighed. He was no longer so…embarrassed, he had to admit, by being naked in his apartment. Even with the Mewtwo around, he was not so self-conscious as he had once been, and certainly a lot less embarrassed about getting off on a dildo in his ass.

Just thinking about it had him rubbing his rump again, already feeling the gape starting to pull together again. He didn't know if that was Mewtwo doing something to try and help or if he was just a quick healer, but he appreciated it in either case. The fans tended to prefer seeing him all tight rather than all loose.

Well, save for one weird pervert always trying to see him loose, dripping, and with his feet in the air, but that guy didn't pay enough to get him to do those things.

Rubbing his ass a few more times, Fred rolled his seat over to the computer again, checking his earnings. A good six hundred for the last hour of play, which was definitely a better pay rate than he had been getting either from the gaming streams or working at S-Mart. Not quite as good as the weekly payments from Mewtwo, he had to admit, but that was neither here nor there.

It did, however, give him enough to start looking at a vacation not far away.

He didn't know what it was, but Mewtwo had been starting to bother him. His roommate had been rather controlling of anyone that came anywhere near the apartment, which was…well, in some ways, it was good, as it kept people from discovering him, but in other ways…

Kicking the wall, he let his chair roll back until he could see out to the living room. Mewtwo had four different mailmen caught and pinned in there, all posed differently. One hung in the middle of the room, replacing the overhead light with a series of strung-up Christmas lines, while one stood in the corner in some strange, must-have-been-painful yoga stance, while the others were supporting one another in something that looked more like sexual statuary than anything else.

[i]I don't know what he's doing, but I probably shouldn't be here for it.[/i]

It actually stung a bit to think of leaving his apartment, but he had to admit that it wasn't getting as good as he hoped. The money helped, and the freedom to do those streams was, if he was honest with himself, a surprising boost to his mood and enjoyment of things.

But he didn't feel good. Something was off.

He sent the money from the site to his account, then logged onto one of the many travel sites. It didn't take long to find a hotel off in some remote mountain location, one that was a cheap flight away and would keep him away from his roommate for a while.

[i]Something's going on…[/i]

[i]What do you mean?[/i]

Fred fell out of his chair as the 'voice' seemed to come from much closer. He hit the ground, barely managing to shift to a new tab as he fell. He landed on his back, legs spread, shaved crotch and hole on full display.

The white and gold Mewtwo looked down at him with the closest thing to a raised eyebrow that the species could manage.

[i]You are certainly jumpy.[/i]

“And you're a sneaky pain in my ass."

[i]What is the matter? Afraid of what I'll see?[/i]

“More like wondering why it matters."

He crawled to the side, avoiding the spindly legs and swaying tail of his roommate, pulling himself back on the bed. He grumbled, rubbing his ass, feeling his hole part slightly from the movement.

[i]…What is this, Fred?[/i]

Mewtwo gestured at the screen, the price already finalized and just waiting for a click to book the tickets. He shrugged.

“It's just a trip. I thought it'd be a good idea to get away."

[i]…I'm going to have to say no.[/i]

“What? Why? You've let me do everything else. And it's not like you don't have the food to survive for a few days while I clear my head."

[i]You quit work already. You have everything you need here. There is no need for you to leave.[/i]

“Uh, hang on. Are you seriously trying to tell me what to do right now? Do you remember what you need me for?"

[i]Yes, which is why I need you here.[/i]

“Ugh. Either you have everything you need, or you don't. What the hell? Why do you still need me? You have everything you want."

Mewtwo slowly turned.

The entire time that his roommate had been living with him, Fred had never seen the psychic truly emotional. He had been cold, he had been bemused, he had been slightly frustrated from time to time, but never more than that. Everything was filtered out, everything muted before it came into the world. Now?

Now, Mewtwo's eyes were glowing with that golden light that always preceded some sort of psychic event. The Pokémon gestured at him, lifting him off his feet, holding him pinned in mid-air in a psychic grip.

[i]If you think that I have everything you want, you are mistaken.[/i]

“Nnngh…"

[i]I have been incredibly patient with you. I have kept my urges restrained. I have held back from transforming you as fully as I have done everyone else that has come through your doors. I have kept myself from turning you into a brain-dead zombie that would fulfill my every need if I so much as twitched a finger. And still, you believe that you have the right to talk down at me and make demands.[/i]

[i]Do not think for a second that your slight unpredictability gives you the right to look down at me, to hate or despise me. I have given you everything that you ever wanted. Freedom, pleasure, and wonder. If you think that you will keep that if you leave, you are wrong.[/i]

“Then take it…take it away…"

[i]You are lying. You don't want to lose this.[/i]

And he didn't. He didn't want to lose all the fun things that he had, but he also didn't want to stay here. He didn't want to be put through this, to be confused, to not be able to think.

Mewtwo's eyes widened slightly.

[i]You realize that you can't?[/i]

“Nnngh…I noticed…it's hard…but I…I noticed."

[i]…Fascinating.[/i]

Not fascinating enough to keep him from being planted into the pillows, though. Fred grunted as he was turned around and thrown down on the bed, his face pushed into the pillows and held down. All the while, there was the sound of other things moving through the air, the rush and whoosh of Mewtwo rearranging things again.

And all the while, he could feel something wriggling through his head, something pushing at his mind. The Pokémon was rooting around in his brain again, looking for something.

“What are you doing?!"

[i]Making things okay for you again.[/i]

“I don't want things to be okay! I want to understand!"

[i]You do not have the capacity to understand.[/i]

“Try me!"

[i]If I did, you would lose what little brains you have. Now, be silent.[/i]

The wave of gold light in his brain pushed harder and deeper than anything that he had ever imagined. He didn't know what it was doing, didn't know where it was going, but it was pushing into every little nook and cranny that he had inside of his skull. Every secret that his brain had inside was forcibly exposed, pushed into the light, made visible to the Pokémon that had been living with him for the past couple of weeks. There was nothing he could hide.

[i]You wanted to reveal me.[/i]

“I was scared!"

[i]Despite everything, you still do not trust me.[/i]

“You haven't told me anything."

[i]Do I have to? Can't you be happy with gifts, with things that will keep you occupied?[/i]

“You're doing…doing something to me! I…I…"

[i]You were not happy. You were miserable as your previous self. You could be blissful beyond mortal comparison if you would simply not question. Is that so hard?[/i]

“Yes!"

[i]Why?[/i]

“Because….Because…"

He groaned, feeling the fingers in his head digging deeper, pulling at the things that he didn't understand, going from his thoughts to the part beneath it. He didn't know what it would find down there; he didn't know what was down there.

Mewtwo must have found something, though, because the glow paused, pulling back slowly. He gasped as he was finally released, coughing and sucking air like he had just had a horse's cock pulled out of his throat. He got up on all fours, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead, trying to pull himself back together.

[i]You fear lack of control.[/i]

“Mmmph…"

[i]Yet you are aroused by it.[/i]

“I…I'm not…"

[i]Are you not?[/i]

The light pulled his memories out again. His time in the showers in the gym of late, where he had started staring at other guys, where he had been chased down and held against the wall. Not raped, not beaten, but pinned in a way that showed just how much more powerful the others were than he was…and he'd been aroused.

He was shown his time here, where he had been picked up and turned around, used as a doll from time to time, control taken away from him…and he'd been aroused.

He was shown that time a week ago, when the delivery man had sucked him off, where he'd been helpless as could be…and yet he'd been aroused.

[i]You are aroused by the loss of control. Yet you fear it. A curious dichotomy.[/i]

“How many times…have I told you…stop rummaging around up there!"

[i]I'm afraid you have little choice.[/i]

“Just…ugh…"

Fred turned around, sitting down and crossing his legs. He should have felt shame. He felt like he would have felt it, once, particularly as his dick had hardened slightly in the whole handling of him that way. It flopped out against one thigh, half-hard over his balls.

“So…what are you going to do this time?"

[i]What do you mean?[/i]

“You keep changing things. What are you going to change this time?"

[i]You will not remember that I changed things, this time.[/i]

“You're going to take it all?"

[i]I have no choice.[/i]

“Why?"

[i]Because I must.[/i]

“But why?!"

Fred slapped the three-fingered hand reaching for his head, surprising himself and Mewtwo at the same time. He thrust his head forward, leaving himself less than an inch from Mewtwo's snout.

“You're going to take it all, aren't you? You're going to make me forget that it was ever different? Then tell me why. Tell me…fucking…why? Why does this matter? Why does any of this matter?"

[i]…Despite your…rebellions…I suppose that you have earned the chance to understand. Even if you can't properly.[/i]

“Like I said. Try me."

Mewtwo shook his head, but this time, at least, he didn't just shut him down. Instead, the psychic Pokémon turned around, floating between the bed to the doorway and back, as if pacing.

He just sat there, watching, shaking his head. He had pushed his luck about as far as he had dared, and he doubted that it would reward him much. Mewtwo had every reason to be angry now, but so did he. He had been holding it in for weeks now, and he had finally just let it out on him.

Still, he couldn't help but stare a bit, his eyes drawn down to Mewtwo's cock every time that the Pokémon turned to face him. Soft as it was, it still reached nearly the size of the toy that he'd been using, just pink instead of black. It hung down for the moment, but the fact that it was out of its sheath at all told him that it was definitely eager to be used.

[i]Not by me, though,[/i] he thought. [i]I might have started using toys, but I am not having sex with men.[/i]

[i]You believe that, still?[/i]

“Let me have a private conversation with myself, why don't you?"

[i]Because it's fascinating to listen in.[/i]

“Fucker."

[i]…Do you truly wish to know what's going on?[/i]

Fred nodded.

[i]Then I shall attempt to explain it.[/i]

Mewtwo floated off the ground, crossing his legs as he got comfortable. His hands rested against his belly, folded over the golden color there, and his eyes were closed as he 'talked.'

[i]I came from a world where Pokémon and humans coexisted. Much like the game that I saw in your mind, there were many different people that walked the world, collecting Pokémon and catching them for their own purposes. However, that is where things departed from your game.[/i]

[i]Those that called themselves Pokémon Breeders were quick to take the various species to different labs, different barns, milking them and forcing them to breed with one another. They created hybrids, superior versions of older Pokémon, even spliced together creatures that were…abominations. I was but the first, and the only one that worked out the way that they planned.[/i]

[i]It didn't take long for the gods of Pokémon, those of space, time, and more, to become involved.[/i]

“You said something about being banished."

[i]I was. Forced to fight alongside humans, I was banished from their reality when they began to start the world anew. I fought, for a time, but they were strong enough to send me away.[/i]

“So you came here?"

[i]I was forced here.[/i]

“That feels familiar…"

[i]I followed the lines of psychic energy that crisscross this world. There are many and to spare, but there are places where they…connect. Where they touch. Wherever two lines cross, the power that they carry increases exponentially. Where three lines cross, more so.[/i]

[i]Your apartment is directly in the path of no less than six lines.[/i]

“Then…why are you still here?"

[i]Because the architect of this place was either a genius or a complete buffoon. The arrangement of the walls, the furniture, the floor, and even the ceiling disrupt all the power.[/i]

“…That's why you've been moving everything around? That's why you've been kidnapping mailmen? To make antennas for this?"

[i]Something of the sort. It is a sufficient metaphor.[/i]

“I thought you said that I couldn't understand this?"

[i]I've dumbed it down significantly.[/i]

“Hey!"

[i]Do you wish to understand, or not?[/i]

“I think I understand. You were banished for helping humans, and now that you're in a new world, without any competition, you're going to use your new power to take over and run it properly. Is that about right?"

[i]Something along those lines. I haven't decided the extent to which I will rule, just yet, but make no mistake. I shall.[/i]

“Hmmph. Maybe they made the right decision banishing you, then."

Fred was knocked backwards by the sudden, forceful push of the Pokémon's energy. He groaned as he was pinned to the bed once more, forced to look up as Mewtwo floated over him. For the first time, he had a good look at the Pokémon up close, that thick shaft near his lips as Mewtwo floated over his face.

[i]Make no mistake, human. I have been trying to be kind. I did not wish for how it went on my world, but the gods of Pokémon went too far. They felt that the world was wrong, so they destroyed it.[/i]

[i]I, too, feel that the world was wrong. But it can be made better. As can you and other humans.[/i]

“Mmmph…so, you're going to take over, then?"

[i]To an extent. But the first thing I will do is set up protections. For myself…and those that are under me.[/i]

Fred blinked.

[i]You have been altered, Fred, but there is a core to you that has always looked for someone to serve. You have always looked for some need to fill. Entertainment has never been about the accolades, but rather about what people have to say about you after, whether they enjoyed it or not. Your service in the stores has never been for yourself, or for the simple paycheck, but because you have need to be under someone else.[/i]

[i]I have seen it in your head. I have done what I could to bring it forward. But still, you fight. Still, your fear of losing control holds you back. You have every reason to give in, and yet you still fight.[/i]

“Call it free will."

[i]I call it fear. Which is what it is.[/i]

The Mewtwo reached out. For the first time, Fred had a chance to see that thick toy that he had been using held up against Mewtwo's dick. To his surprise, they were one and the same, exactly alike, no different from one another save for the color. Mewtwo tossed it down, shaking his head.

[i]I gave you the chance to train for me. And you did.[/i]

“Wait. Wait. I'm not gay."

[i]You are at least bisexual.[/i]

“I don't want to fuck you."

[i]You have been moaning for that cock every day.[/i]

“I don't want this!"

[i]You do. You are just afraid of it.[/i]

Mewtwo waved his hand, and suddenly, the burst of light burned through his skull. It did not consume, but it blinded him to his memories, to his knowledge, to his understanding of other things. He couldn't remember what they were talking about, couldn't think about what they had been doing. All he could think of…was Mewtwo.

Mewtwo. Shows. Toys.

[i]Put on a show.[/i]

He nodded, getting up. He squatted down as he blindly reached for the camera, finding it and turning it to point at him. The tv screen lit up, showing him facing the camera, a toy – a pink toy – sitting there behind him. Same as the black one, just as big, just as thick, but looking like he had already lubed it.

He didn't remember doing that, but went with it.

[i]Lean back, press yourself against it.[/i]

The well-shaved man nodded, pushing back, his hairless ass nudging that toy. It was strangely warm, almost like it was –

[i]Lean back, let everyone see your hole against your toy.[/i]

Obeying the invisible director, Fred did just that, running his ass up and down against the pink toy, feeling it rubbing against him, seeing it on the television screen. The narrowed tip rubbed against his hole, oozing for him.

[i]Toys don't –[/i]

[i]Push down.[/i]

The words seemed to glow in his head, guiding him back, encouraging him in doing what he was doing. He groaned as he pressed his ass back against the toy, feeling it pushing back against him. He moaned for the camera, his limp dick slowly rising up as he felt the toy rubbing against him, nudging him, pressing into the slight bit of looseness he had left –

“Ah!"

He gasped as the tip popped in, filling him up, helping him slide down a bit further. Fred bit his lips as he smiled, feeling the burning stretch that always came when he was riding this wonderful toy. He slid back further, further, sitting on his tiptoes as he gradually sunk down, reaching back to support himself as he let the camera have a perfect view of his ass swallowing up the big toy.

Bit by bit he made his way down, but he was surprised when he found the base almost seemed to be floating off the bed. Almost where a person's waist might be, he realized, but that was –

[i]Keep riding. Keep riding.[/i]

The command got him moving again right away. The human moaned happily as he worked himself up the shaft, letting it slide out of his ass slowly before he slammed down again. It felt almost wet inside of him, dripping along, giving him a nice little slippery feeling as he worked his way up it again.

The toy felt so good, and it felt even better to look at himself on the screen as he rode it. There was something magical about it, something like he was not quite there, not quite real. There was something so different about the toy, something so different about riding it without anyone looking at him. It just felt –

[i]Right. It feels right.[/i]

It felt right to ride a toy, felt good to stuff his ass with it. His cock was flopping about, half-hard, bouncing up and down as he stared at it in the video screen, blushing as he realized that he was flinging pre all over the place. It just felt good. It felt so fucking good. He wanted to feel more, wanted to feel himself cum.

[i]You cum from here. You cum from the…toy.[/i]

He felt pressure at his ass, almost as if a finger touched his rim, but the voice was right. It gave him structure in his head, gave him something good. He wanted to cum, but he had to cum from his ass. Had to cum from the feeling of something inside him, not from touching his dick. Better to cum that way. Much better.

Fred rode the toy faster and faster, bouncing his ass up and down until he could feel it throbbing inside of him in time to his motions. He slipped, but something caught him. Or did he catch himself?

It didn't matter. He just kept riding, bouncing, fucking himself on the toy. Now and then, he swore he heard a grunt or a moan in his head, but that was probably just him. Just his thoughts. Not that he had many thoughts.

Up and down, up and down, that thick, hard thing inside of him squelching, almost like it had produced lube for him, almost like it was making more and more of it. He gasped, moaning, arching his back. He thrust his hips forward, fucking the air, before slamming them back to slam his hole down on that thick, heavy toy, filling himself again and again and again, not daring to slow down.

His need was growing, getting stronger, getting hotter. He needed to cum, wanted to cum so badly. His ass was so full, his cock so sensitive as it bounced and flailed about, slapping against his belly then swinging down to hit the bed, then up, then down, always in time to his bouncing on the toy.

“Oh god…oh god…I'm gonna…"

[i]Cum from your hole. Cum from a toy in your hole.[/i]

Fred did. He slammed himself back, moaning at the top of his lungs. He came, and kept cumming, drooling his seed from a cock that was not even halfway hard any longer. It didn't want to get hard. He didn't fuck people. He got fucked. There was no need for him to be hard. He didn't need to be hard to serve others.

And the toy…the toy still begged for more.

So he kept riding. He kept bouncing. And he kept moaning. The toy seemed to twitch when he moaned.

#

Fred woke up much later, his head hurting and his body covered in sweat. He rolled over, running his hand along his chest. His skin was smooth, smoother than usual. He had shaved earlier, he remembered, but his skin felt almost like it had been oiled now, turned soft and smooth in a different way.

He groaned, turning his head to look to his left. His computer desk had moved again, but the screen was still on.

[i]Right, the show…[/i]

Groaning at his own soreness, he dragged himself out of bed and over to the screen. He scrolled back up to the top, looking at the total, and his eyes just about bugged out of his head.

“Holy…"

There was a thousand dollars there, a thousand dollars for…for…

He couldn't remember what for. He had been fucking a toy…right?

[i]Nnngh…what was I doing?[/i]

He remembered…doing something. Looking at something on google? It was hard to tell, anymore. His head was all fuzzy.

But he had done a show. He remembered the camera, the TV being on, the toy in his ass –

[i]Are you awake? Or are you still dreaming?[/i]

Fred turned from the computer, blushing.

“Sorry. I guess I knocked myself out from all the fun."

He couldn't look at Mewtwo for long. Something about the psychic type just made him feel…good. Made him wish that he wasn't just using toys these days. He wasn't quite sure what it was – he doubted that it was any sort of real attraction, considering their species difference – but it was…nice. Nice to imagine it, at least.

He got up, feeling his hole loosen up for a second. Another blush as a toy popped out of him, hitting the floor as it slipped out of his gaping ass. Hitting the floor with a plop, the toy slowly rolled away, going over to the corner of the room.

“Uh…should I…"

[i]You may clean up, if you wish. We are having take-out tonight.[/i]

“What kind?"

[i]I believe the time has come for me to try your food known as…pizza.[/i]

“You'll love it."

[i]Actually, you may wish to hold off on cleaning up. The delivery man may be attractive enough for one of your new videos.[/i]

“New videos?"

[i]Yes. You were planning on beginning live sex shows, were you not?[/i]

The idea popped into his head as soon as Mewtwo reminded him of it. Yes, yes, he had been planning on expanding things. After all, the people on his streams were happy enough to see him masturbate, but they wanted to see more of late. They wanted to see him get his ass fucked by something big and thick and juicy and –

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

[i]You will be allowed to please yourself before he arrives. You may wish to start soon, however. The food will be here in a half hour.[/i]

“I'll wait."

[i]As you wish. In the meantime, I'll be arranging things.[/i]

“Yes. Sure."

[i]…[/i]

The Mewtwo's eyes glowed, and for a moment, Fred felt like the world tilted, like a great many things in his head had been shifted around. He was blank again, shaking his head as he tried to remember what his roommate had just said.

[i]As you wish. In the meantime, I will be arranging things.[/i]

“Yes, sir."

Mewtwo seemed to smile, walking away as if he had just won something. It didn't make any sense to Fred, but then, the psychic never did.

[i]I suppose higher life forms just…do that,[/i] he said with a shrug. [i]Strange that I never thought about it that way before, too. But he really is superior.[/i]

And probably deserved a better title than 'sir,' now that he thought about it. Fred sat back on his bed, crossing his legs as he debated what he should start calling Mewtwo…while also fantasizing about just who he might get to fuck him for his first online movie.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]