Gastly Fate
Commissioned by FA: Txeptirea during the possession and parasite stream, we have a Mewtwo that figuring out some major plusses to telekinesis, and a Gastly that wants to...push it further.
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Gastly Fate For Txeptirea By Draconicon
Mewtwo shook his head at the collapsing rock snake, knowing that the falling Onix would be returned to a pokeball before it hit the river passing by his hiding place. He released the rock type from his psychic hold -
"Onix, return!"
The blast of light came just as he'd known it would, the psychic type rolling his eyes at the desperation of the trainer. He'd picked up a few thoughts from him during the battle without even trying, and had done his best to ignore them for the sake of a fair fight. Even with that, the trainer seemed to be intent on losing, considering the weakness of so many of his pokemon.
You are beaten. Leave me.
"I'm not down yet. I've got tons of ultra balls on me. I can just keep throwing them until -"
I said.
Mewtwo lifted his hand, and dropped it. Instantly, the trainer's pants followed suit, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. He brought his hand up, and this time, the glow of his psychic powers grabbed hold of the trainer by his private parts. They made quite an evident bulge in his undergarments, but not out of pleasure as the psychic type dragged him from one side of the room to the other, tugging by shaft and sac.
Leave me. Or do I have to march you out completely?
"Let go, let go! You stupid psychic, let me go!"
I will take that as a yes.
A flick of his fingers pointed the pantless human away from him, and a tug in that direction sent him flying, tugged off by a grip of iron around his crotch. It didn't take long for him to go out of sight, and Mewtwo threw his abandoned pants along after the trainer.
Fool.
It was rather ridiculous. Choosing to try throwing pokeball after pokeball at him would have accomplished nothing. Without a pokemon to distract him, the human would have found every ball blocked and thrown back at him. To think that he could fall to such a base strategy...
Still, Mewtwo thought as he turned back to his resting place, it is strange that he only used five pokemon...Where was his sixth?
Meditation only lasted so long when one had done it all day, every day, for months. Mewtwo slowly pulled himself out of the psychic state, looking down at his crossed legs and considering a few things.
That had been the first time that he had used his powers so directly on a human being. Before, when he had fought for freedom, he had destroyed the objects around his captors, bent holes, done things that would indirectly lead to his freedom. Today, though...today he had used his powers to completely humiliate a human, controlling them directly and throwing them around. It was...enlightening to know that he was capable of that.
More than that, it told him that he could get a very fine grip on something attached to someone, and tend to it without risking ripping it off. He looked down at himself, at the well-disguised sheath at his crotch. Normally, it went untouched; the three fingers he had, in their particular formation, were not well-suited to delivering any sort of self pleasure. But with his psychic abilities, able to work so precisely and so gently...
I must be bored to consider this...
Sitting up a little straighter, Mewtwo held a hand over his crotch. It glowed softly, and a similar glow took form over his sheath. He tightened his fingers slightly -
"Nnngh..."
He immediately grunted at the strange, almost overwhelming feelings of pleasure that came with it. The psychic grasp on his sheath faltered as he panted, staring down at himself.
Is that...
Pleasure like that had never actually occurred to him. Yes, there were the occasional dreams of mating with other pokemon, but there were none around that he could do that with. Not without taking control of them and forcing it on them, and he wasn't that desperate.
But if simply touching himself gave that much pleasure...
He reached out again, this time slightly more ready for the pleasure as his psychic grip wrapped around his sheath. Mewtwo dragged the pressure up, forcing himself to keep calm as it reached the tip, before going back down. Up, down, up, down, each time a little bit faster than the last, nudging himself to take it a little bit faster.
It didn't take long for his cock to come free of his sheath, standing up and poking against his belly. The tip was moist and shiny, and even now, he could smell his own musk starting to get stronger and stronger. He blushed as he teased it further, watching the glow of his powers spread further and further over it.
Much as he wanted to last longer, he knew that it wouldn't be long before he took himself over the edge. It was too strong a sensation to last for long, and Mewtwo was suddenly grateful that no one else could see this. The world's most powerful psychic type, and he was barely holding onto his control by the skin of his teeth. He would have been hard on himself, there, telling himself that he should be ashamed. And he would...when he was done.
A powerful shudder of pleasure ran down his spine, leaving him strangely chilled for a moment as he stroked faster, harder. His cock seemed to throb, growing upwards, getting even stiffer under his ministrations. Pre ran down the edges of it, running over his balls and leaving them soaked with his musky secretions.
Almost...
He panted, covering his entire shaft in the grip of his psychic powers. It was almost like what he imagined a mouth would feel like on his shaft, an image he'd picked up off of another passing human, long ago. It was, to be blunt, mind-blowing. He arched his back, thrusting into his grip, expecting to cum any second...
Except he didn't.
Much as he thrusted and humped and ground against his own grip, he couldn't push himself over the edge. His cock throbbed harder than ever, but there was nothing he could do. Mewtwo grunted in frustration, panting as sweat rolled down his face from all the physical exertion.
_What...why won't it finish?
Hehehe, because I'm not letting you._
The new voice would have made him spin around, searching for it. Would have, were it not for the fact that his body wasn't obeying his commands. His arms were locked at his sides, and his hips continued to thrust futilely against his psychic grip. Mewtwo tried to cancel that out...but it kept going.
No, no, no. Keep going with that...you are doing a very good job.
It must have been the sixth pokemon, the one that the trainer hadn't used. But where -
The chill. It was too strong to have been purely biological. The pokemon must have slipped in while he was distracted, and started working on taking over. And if it was inside of him, controlling him, that meant a ghost type.
_What are you? Gengar?
I am a mere Gastly.
...
You're surprised?
Greatly. What do you want? To take revenge for your trainer?
Hardly. He's been getting a bigger and bigger head on his shoulders ever since he beat the Elite Four. Now, he thinks that he's the best that ever was. All because he had me...
And now you want to get away?
Yes, and your body will give me the best chance for that...and for anything else I decide to do. Now, let's see what else your body likes._
Driven down to his knees, Mewtwo groaned as he was positioned again, his legs in a mockery of his meditation position. His cock, throbbing hard with veins almost popping out of the sides in his need, slipped between them like the meat of a human sandwich, held in place by his soles on either side. His toes bumped against the head as his Gastly guest chuckled in his head.
His hips moved without his permission, thrusting him forward and back, making him molest his own body. Much to his humiliation, Mewtwo could feel his cock getting harder, throbbing even more as he ground against his narrow soles. Strings of pre were left behind between his toes, leaving them glistening in the limited light of his cave.
Even with that, his psychic powers were not left alone. He felt it like fingers, rubbing under his tail, lifting it up and stroking along his rump. Mewtwo blushed worse and worse as he felt his body get raised up, making him thrust harder against his feet as those psychic fingers pulled at his flesh, rubbing around his hole.
_You are perverse...
Says the one that enjoys it._
He couldn't contest that. His shaft had never been this hard in his life, and it dripped and twitched with abandon. Even if the Gastly pulled out of him now, he doubted that he could stop what was going on. It felt too good, and he needed the climax too -
A soft grunt escaped his lips as the psychic fingers pulled at his rim, holding him open as if someone had slid two fingers inside of him. He knew from experience that only the glow could be seen, only the light of his powers...and the depths of his hole. Mewtwo groaned, his cheeks burning as if they'd been grazed by a Flamethrower attack, but that was not the worst of it.
His tail curled down, the thick, rounded tip bumping against his hole. His eyes went wide.
You will NOT -
Again, the Gastly didn't listen, and the thick tip slammed its way into his hole. Thrust back and forth by the possessive ghost, it slammed him, opened him in a way that he had never imagined. His mouth hung open as each thrust forced his hips forward, slamming his cock against his feet, grinding against his toes, leaving the slimier with each and every thrust.
I think we'll make fine partners, Mewtwo.
He groaned, gasping for breath as he was used, fucked by his own tail and molested by his own feet. Gastly forced him to curl his toes around the head of his shaft, massaging it, squeezing it with the slippery, slimy digits.
Come on, you know you want me to stay. I know every little trick that can get you off. Tell me you want me to stay.
Mewtwo bit his lip, trying not to think of it. The invitation would be incredibly hard to rescind...but it felt so good...
_Let me stay, and I will let you cum.
Deal!_
But that was something he needed. He couldn't take it any longer. He had to -
A massive spike of psychic energy hit him in his prostate, his cock, and his balls all at once. Mewtwo's eyes went wide as he went over the edge, blowing what felt like years of seed all over his feet at once, and receiving so much sensory overload that he blacked out entirely.
When he woke up, he found his body bouncing up and down on a psychically shaved rock, using it as a penetrative toy. Gastly stopped that, at least, when he asked. Mewtwo groaned, rubbing his sore hole as he looked out into the darkness.
_You swear this is not a trick on behalf of your trainer?
Of course not. He's been a pain to me for weeks.
Then you're welcome to stay...for now._
The giggle from the ghost told him that it might be a lot longer than he thought before his guest left...but he had a feeling that he wouldn't mind that.
The End