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Pokemorph World: Mewtwo’s Breeding Center

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Chapter 2

Commissioned by nonsensoleum

Author’s Note: All characters are copyright © Gamefreak Inc., and are used without permission. The author makes no profit from this work. Additionally, links to information about all characters and creatures encountered in this work can be found at the end, for those desiring to know more about them.

“Let…me…go!” yelled Misty, gyrating against the powerful talon holding her wrists behind her back, the skinny redhead twisting this way and that, making her smallish breasts jiggle as she was forced forward along the smooth stone corridor.

“You’ll never get away with this!” declared Dawn, daring to glare back over her shoulder at her captor, who simply chuckled in his deep, rough voice in response.

Truthfully, the humanlike charizard marching the two smooth, naked human teens down the short hall from his landing pad was having the time of his life. His cock was erect – how could it not be? – as he admired their delightfully squeezable bottoms, Misty’s slim and tight from long hours spent in the water, while Dawn’s was more full and rounded from time spent running and riding her bicycle…the one she’d gotten after Ash’s Pikachu had destroyed the last one, that is. If only they were his to breed right then, up in his aerie…but Mewtwo knew what he was doing, the charizard supposed, and there would surely be a most pleasant reward anyway at the end of his journey. All the same, the charizard deeply enjoyed the adorable squeals of his pair of lovely prisoners as he rubbed his hard-on against the swells of their smooth bums. Some truly fine breeding stock indeed!

The hallway came to a sudden end, something that always caught the charizard a little off-guard, despite the number of times he’d been to the inner chamber of his master. Dominating the center of the cyclopean-vaulted room was a raised throne, wide as well as tall, with more than enough room for whoever sat upon it to stretch out. It didn’t look terribly comfortable, though, which was why the charizard supposed that its principle occupant spent most of his time floating in midair, rather than sitting…though he was doing just that, right then.

“Mewtwo,” Misty gasped softly, her eyes wide as they fixed on the purple-hued pokemon seated on the throne, before her eyes lifted slightly, inhaling sharply as she saw the clear sphere hanging in midair above the throne. “Mew!”

Mew could only give Misty an apologetic look, pressing one small hand against the side of the orb in which she was trapped. There would be no help from that quarter, not this time. This time, it was just the humans Mewtwo had taken prisoner, and Mewtwo himself…and whatever fiendish plans he’d concocted.

Around the throne were fifteen clearly-visible circles, organic-looking indigo indentations on the dark purple floor (Mewtwo, it seemed, had a liking for the color purple). On thirteen of these sunken circles knelt more human girls – Misty’s and Dawn’s friends from the onsen (with the twins sharing a circle), and also two more. One was another red-haired girl, her figure even more flat-chested than Misty’s, and quite a bit more boyish, her coltish buns resting on her heels as she knelt alongside the other girls. Misty didn’t recognize the new girl, but Dawn did, while Serena recognized the other of the two new arrivals, one Miette by name, but made it a point to ignore talking to the other girl, an elegant-looking girl with outwardly-spiked, ice-blue hair.

“Zoey,” Dawn almost whispered, her expression half-friendly, half-competitive.

The new girl, Zoey, turned to look at Dawn, and she shook her head, indicating to Dawn that she should remain silent. Her expression was one of great concern, and soon Misty and Dawn followed her gaze upward, to a large viewscreen set into the wall behind the throne.

“Look what they’re doing to my best friend,” Zoey growled under the breath as the charizard forced Dawn to kneel next to her on one of the vacant circles. “They’ll pay for this, I promise you.”

Of course Misty recognized a fellow gym leader immediately, even if the black-haired beauty was an ice-type trainer, rather than one of those who followed Misty’s water specialization. It was Candice, gym leader at the Snowpoint Gym, as well as one of the teachers at the Snowpoint City Trainer’s School. She was struggling on her back as numerous weaviles surrounded her, looking larger and strangely more humanlike than even the normally-bipedal weaviles Misty knew. For one thing, they had working thumbs. Four of the darkling ice types were gripping her limbs, joking among themselves as they seemed able to ignore her struggles, their strength vastly superior to her own (and also revealing that the image was silent, since no sounds could be heard). A fifth was even holding down her pigtails, keeping her pinned to the altar-like block of solid ice on which they’d positioned the willowy teacher. More were crouching around the altar, various articles of the helpless teacher’s clothes at their feet, while one final weavile was slowly peeling Candice’s last sock down and off her foot, before letting it drop.

That was the unspoken signal, it seemed, as all the weavile’s closed in like starving animals! Misty couldn’t hold back her gasp, and heard several other girls in the circle do so as well, as the weaviles started to knead Candice’s breasts, then suck on them greedily. There weren’t just males in the circle, either, but females as well. If anything, the she-weaviles were even more lusty than the males! They were the ones, after all, who first started to crowd around Candice’s cunny, three of them greedily plunging their short muzzles between her legs, and though the silent picture kept Misty from hearing the dark-haired ice trainer’s screams of violation, she could feel them perfectly well as the poor doomed girl squirmed and thrashed on her cold block.

Gathering up her pigtails in one clawed hand, one of the males pulled Candice’s face towards his own, bending to kiss her with a feral hunger, the raw need radiating out as his tongue slid into her mouth, making Misty shift uncomfortably as she was pushed to her knees between May and Dawn. She shouldn’t be feeling anything but disgust and horror at what she was seeing, that much her rational mind told her immediately. But that wasn’t what she was feeling at all. No, not nearly as much as she knew she should, especially not when another weavile male turned Candice’s head to the other side, and kissed her with the same passion, the same hunger.

The first weavile to kiss her was just squeezing his rigid erection past Candice’s lips, ignoring her feeble attempts to pull her head away from his grip on her long braids, while the she-weaviles were cheering on a male, one of them squeezing his buttocks, another caressing his balls, while the third stroked his hard shaft, guiding it toward Candice’s slick ivory cunny…when Mewtwo motioned with a hand, the gesture imperious and commanding. Misty only barely caught sight of Candice’s face as she screamed around her mouthful of red-tipped, purple-shafted weavilecock, while the other was just barely parting her tight-clasped labia and sliding smoothly inside, before the viewscreen vanished from sight, a strangely shell-like iris closing around it, spiral-wise.

“That was a taste of things to come,” Mewtwo “spoke” into the minds of the girls gathered there, and it was only then that Misty realized that the charizard that had brought her was no longer present. In fact, nobody was there except her and the other prisoners. “I am sure you have many questions. That is why you are here, rather than suffering the same fate as the Snowpoint gym leader, and many others like her. It is important to me that you understand.”

“What’re you doing to Candice, you filthy bastard?!” yelled Zoey, actually rising from her indigo circle for a moment, ignoring the ropes holding her wrists behind her back. After a moment, however, she trembled as Mewtwo lightly arched an eyebrow, shock registering on her face, before she crumpled back to her knees, breathing hard, the tiny orange-pink nipples on her flat chest heaving with exertion.

“The first question I intend to answer,” Mewtwo continued, his deep, hypnotic voice continuing as though there had been no interruption. “As you can see, I am quite different from a Mew, the pokemon from which I was originally made.” He motioned upward with the same hand he’d used to close to iris shutter, and Mew looked down with a light flush to her pink cheeks (and though she couldn’t really see her sex at that distance, Misty somehow knew that Mew was indeed a “she”). “They cloned me from DNA they found in an ancient fossil, but the DNA had many gaps. They sought for replacements, and, eventually, they found the perfect strands of genetics to fit into the empty parts of my essential being. But they didn’t take those strands of DNA from pokemon. I am the first of what I believe is the future for us all: a hybrid of pokemon…and human.”

Misty felt herself gasping with shock at this revelation, as did all the girls there. Pokemon and humans, combined into a new lifeform? Such a concept was unthinkable! Obscene! And yet there was the proof, seated on the throne before them. More than that, it explained the strange creatures that had captured them in the first place…all too well. Misty only required a small leap of logic to piece together what she’d heard the charizard say before flying off with her and Dawn with what Mewtwo had just said…and what he was almost certainly planning flashed with horrifying clarity into her mind!

“You can’t be serious,” Misty got out, looking at Mewtwo with shock as she got to her feet, surprised that she didn’t feel any resistance while doing so, certainly nothing like what Zoey had just experienced. “We’re human beings, and we all have pokemon. We could never have…”

“You can,” Mewtwo cut her off, extending his other hand slightly, and suddenly Misty felt herself caught, a faint purple glow surrounding her as she was lifted slowly from the ground, her arms spread out as though she were falling. “And, I promise you, you will.”

“Wait,” Iris exclaimed, shaking her head in confusion. “What are you talking about? What can’t we do? What are you gonna make us do?”

Mewtwo spared the dark-skinned wild girl a brief glance, before his eyes returned to Misty, drawing her steadily closer to his throne. Already the purple glow was starting to grow brighter on Misty’s small breasts, making her hiss sharply at the strange rush of sensations this brought her, the gap between her thighs starting to feel uncomfortably moist.

“I am going to produce more children like me, Iris,” he explained patiently. “Half-pokemon, half-human. Or more than half, on one side or the other. Misty here knows my plans, knows what I want most of all.”

“Peace between humans and pokemon,” Misty got out, her voice tense as the purple light started to reach her exposed pudenda, her legs already parting (though she was no longer certain if it was Mewtwo who was spreading them…or herself). “He first wanted to destroy all humans, to wipe us out completely, and make stronger, more powerful pokemon clones to replace the ones who served humanity. But then Ash showed him there was good in us. Then he decided he’d take the pokemon he’d made, and leave, going somewhere secret and safe. I didn’t think we’d ever see him again.”

“Even then, my plan was eventually to return,” Mewtwo said in that same deep, calm voice, his mesmerizing purple eyes meeting Misty’s, already starting to sap her will as he used one hand to guide her ever closer to him, the fingers outstretched, much like her arms and legs. “Return, and change everything. When I am finished, there will no longer be the great divide, humans as rulers and masters, and pokemon as servants, willing or otherwise. Instead, there will be equality, true equality. And true equality can only be attained by crossing lines.” So close she could see his mouth now, Misty couldn’t miss the light smirk tugging the corners of Mewtwo’s lips. “Genetic lines.”

Rising slowly to his feet, which soon lifted slightly off the floor, as though in defiance of all mortal laws, Mewtwo raised his other hand, the thick fingers outstretched. As he did so, each of the circles in which a girl knelt, save for the one that Misty had occupied, started to glow brightly.

“In a short while,” he explained calmly, his eyes tracing the supple lines of Misty’s body as her back arched, breasts thrusting upward as she gasped, mouth and eyes open wide as Mewtwo’s telekinetic torment parted her labia, revealing the flushed pink folds beyond, “I will send each of you into a realm of ultimate pleasure. There, you will start as prisoners and unwilling victims. Soon that will change. Very soon. By the time each of you is ready to give birth to your first clutch of poke-eggs, you will not just be willing – you will be eager. But before your fates are sealed, I think it important to show you the fate of the one who ensured that I would spare humanity, rather than wiping you out and starting over. The one in whose life each of you has been entangled, to one degree or another. The one who has been friend to many of you, and a little more to a few…though not much more,” he added, giving Misty a knowing look, followed by a glance toward Serena, who flushed furiously at the unspoken implications. “You have each played a part in his life. It is only right that you get to see what I have done to him…and what he is doing as we speak.”

Another of the many screens around the room’s upper reaches irised open, and every girl there gaped, open-mouthed, at the sight that greeted them. There was Ash, in the very same room where they presently found themselves…and just like them, he was buck naked! On all-fours, the handsome, tan-skinned young man still had on his cap, of course, but it was turned around backwards. This, naturally, was to keep it out of the way as he quite happily bobbed his head, sucking on his pikachu’s surprisingly (at least for those who hadn’t seen it before) sizable yellow-skinned penis, Pikachu’s small hands resting on top of the cap, small fingers squeezing tightly into the sturdy fabric. Behind Ash, a dark and looming presence of raw psychic power, fairly glowing with energy, was Mewtwo himself. A look of deep concentration was on the mighty psychic type’s face, a look that deepened every time his hips slapped against Ash’s toned, boyish buns, making both them and Ash’s smooth penis, the same color as the rest of his healthily-tanned skin, bounce hypnotically.

“P-PIKACHU!” Pikachu suddenly cried out, sound audible from this scene, as were Ash’s moans, and the soft grunts of Mewtwo with each impact of his hips against Ash’s bottom. Ash’s neck could be seen gulping vigorously as Pikachu’s hips arched, his head falling back, obviously unloading a heaping dose of cum right down his trainer’s throat. A bright purple glow could be seen around Ash’s penis, and it was obvious that Mewtwo was stimulating him, something that became even more obvious when Ash’s whole body started to tremble, before creamy white seed spurted from his shuddering shaft, caught in midair by the dominant psychic type’s power.

More scenes played out, each in rapid succession: Ash and Pikachu licking Mewtwo’s swollen purple balls as he sat on his throne; Pikachu now acting as the middle of a spitroast, sucking Mewtwo with a determined look on his face, while Ash claimed him gently from behind; Ash seated on Mewtwo’s lap, facing him, kissing him as the powerful psychic type’s immense prick once again stretched Ash wide, while Pikachu leaned in between to suck his beloved trainer’s heavily-leaking shaft. The scenes ended with a final one, of Ash and Pikachu lying side-by-side, their eyes open but vacant from too much pleasure, smiles on their faces as they breathed hard, cum splattered all over their bodies, their bottoms thoroughly ravished and still leaking still more cum.

“That was the past,” Mewtwo intoned in the minds of the aroused girls, their cheeks flushed after seeing such erotic visions of the boy on whom all of them, to one degree or another, had experienced some level of a crush. “Now, the present.”

Instantly, the image changed, and the girls saw Ash lying on what appeared to be a grassy rise in a broad meadow. On top of him, a look of ultimate bliss on her cute face, was Bayleef, Ash’s bayleef, the one who’d had such a crush on him ever since she was an impressionable young chikorita. Now she was working her hindquarters in a gyrating motion, panting hard as Ash’s shaft pistoned up and down inside her, his hips rising of his own free will in response to Bayleef’s own movements. Bayleef kept her tail high, her tailhole winking visibly as she was in the midst of a host of orgasms, almost as though she were deliberately showing off for whatever viewing device Mewtwo might have had watching the scene of beautiful carnality. In the background, all around, kangaskhan and miltanks could be seen watching the scene with an air of pleasant calmness about them, as though waiting their turns, but not impatiently. Some of them even had human males of their own in various erotic positions, or were making love to each other with slow sweetness.

“And that,” Mewtwo said finally as the screen faded to blank for a moment, “is the present. Except for the fate of Ash’s pokemon…and your own, once I have finished collecting all of them, of course.”

Once more the screen lit up, and the girls gaped as they saw Pikachu, lying on his back in a dimly-lit chamber, his penis out and still glistening, but obviously very spent. Charizard and Bulbasaur could similarly be seen lying to one side of the room, Charizard with his back to the wall, sweat on his brow from recent exertions, and Bulbasaur leaning against the big fire type’s thigh, rolled partially on his side. Both similarly had their cocks out of their sheaths, the heavy organs looking well-used. Around them lay numerous human women and girls, trainers the girls who’d traveled with Ash could recall as having been minor speedbumps on Ash’s journey, casual encounters that were easily bested by his pokemon. Now they were breeding stock, all of them leaking heavily from well-stretched holes. Some pokemon, however, weren’t finished, as Squirtle, sporting his sharp-edged gangster’s shades, and Totodile, sporting his ever-present jolly grin, were happily banging two girls side by side, their water type natures making them naturally hard to completely drain. None of the human females there, however, looked unwilling. Actually, they looked as happy as the pokemon.

Finally, the screen irised shut, seeming to break the erotic spell that had silenced the girls into mutely aroused watchfulness.

“Th-that’s obscene!” declared Lillie proudly, turning to face Mewtwo, her face defiant despite her obviously flushed cheeks.

“It’s an abuse of the pokemon-trainer relationship!” Georgia agreed, her cheeks similarly flushed.

Any further protests ended as Mewtwo casually waved a hand, and each girl in the circle stiffened, a light purple glow around their heads for a moment. Mewtwo hadn’t exerted any mind control, however. All he’d done was perhaps the most horrible thing any psychic type could do to anyone: he’d made the girls see their true feelings, if only for a moment. Some would rationalize what they’d experienced later, or try to explain it away in some fashion, but none of them would ever really be able to escape the truth that Mewtwo had brought up from hidden depths inside and shown them clearly.

“I think that is enough for now,” Mewtwo though-spoke into their minds. “Now we shall put you to a more suitable sort of work. Until we meet again.”

Another casual flick of his hand, and all the girls except the hovering Misty vanished, not even the indentations in the floor where they’d been kneeling left to indicate where they’d been.

“Wh-what did you do to them?” Misty demanded, gritting her teeth against the sensation of psychic energy stimulating her entire sex, all at once, both inside and out. Despite herself, she couldn’t keep from bucking her hips in midair as she was held there, arms above her head, thighs spread wide, baring her smooth sex completely.

“Only what I said I would,” Mewtwo explained quite calmly, curling the fingers of one hand in a stroking motion that made Misty’s entire body break out in the sweat of pleasure. “I have sent them to various places under my control, places where they will be subjected to their deepest, darkest erotic fantasies. The only harm they will suffer is the loss of their virginities, where applicable, but even that will not hurt. Of that, I have made certain.”

“Why…why aren’t I with them, then?” Misty got out, her voice deeply strained now as she fought against the psychic force holding her upright before the dominant poke-master.

“I felt your mind when we first met,” Mewtwo explained. “Felt it, and enjoyed the feeling. I would like to offer you a place at my side, as one of my queens.”

“Like you were using Nurse Joy?” Misty snarled with far more vehemence than she might have used normally, if she wasn’t on the edge of a total orgasmic collapse at that moment, and had to use her indignation as a source of mental strength.

“That was when I thought of humans as an evil species, to be wiped out or subjugated into total slavery,” answered the purple-skinned psychic. “Before I learned of the pleasure that can come from proper domination, like the relationship between a trainer and his pokemon. There must be a master, and there must be those who serve, but there is trust in a healthy relationship of this sort, and respect. And with trust and respect come the ultimate pleasure. Nurse Joy has learned this, and has joined me, this time of her own free will. So has Officer Jenny. So have several others, many of them pokemon, even if I cannot get them pregnant. And so will Mew,” he added, glancing at the bubble in which the little pink pokemon hovered. “Eventually.”

If only it weren’t so hard to think! Misty’s whole body was glistening now with a sheen of pleasuresweat, her young muscles tensed like coiled springs as she fought with all her might against the temptation to just give in, resisting each orgasm to the very last, until, when they came all the same, they were almost painful. She was being forced! But…but it felt so good! All her mental constructs of the way the world was supposed to work were in disarray now, set on their ends by Mewtwo’s calmly persuasive voice in her head. Giving in would be so easy, and Misty knew that it would bring all the pleasure Mewtwo promised, and more.

“No,” she heard herself saying, as though hearing her own voice from a far distance. “No, I can’t…I won’t…I refuse you, Mewtwo! I’ll never be your slave!”

“Who said anything about slavery?” Mewtwo inquired politely, even as he lowered Misty’s dainty feet to the smooth, cool floor, where she promptly sank once more to her knees, her legs too wobbly to sustain her own weight. “But so be it. You wish to share your friends’ fate, rather than join me as a queen. As you wish it…so shall it be.”

Sweeping his hand in a sharp, decisive movement, Mewtwo turned his eyes away from Misty, not wanting to watch as she vanished from view, swept off to the fate she’d chosen.

“Mew!” protested Mew, beating on the side of her psychic dampening bubble.

“I’ll bring her back,” Mewtwo assured the little pink legendary. “Eventually. I expect she will be much more cooperative then.” He turned, his small, secret smile filled with subtle malice. “Shall we share in the experiences of our new recruits, then?”

Mew shivered as Mewtwo floated toward her, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. This, of course, was no defense, as Mewtwo easily linked her mind with those of the girls who’d just been sent to their pleasure-filled doom. As they suffered pleasure, so would she. And, try as she might to resist it, as the girls were bent to the will of Mewtwo, Mew knew in her deepest heart that so would she. Eventually.