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Tick tock, tick, tock, tick tock...

The clock ticked and tocked away as the hopeful was examined. He was standing amongst some of the most powerful psychics ever to grace Kanto, and the pressure of what he was doing almost got to him. Every time his legs felt like gelatin, or prickles were sent down his spine, he reassured himself with a simple phrase;

I am what I am, and what I am is a Psychic.

It was a simple mantra, but the one he had said to himself on a daily basis in the school. The school hosted everyone with any inkling of psychic abilities, and it looked like he would be graduating at the top of his class.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...

The school hadn't been cut-throat like he expected it to be, but when he seriously started to apply himself, and found that he was one of the strongest psychics the school had ever taught, well...

It had gotten a lot more difficult for him.

Every day was a challenge, both from peers bullying him, to the extremely high expectations of the teachers and his parents. If he hadn't picked the mantra up, he wasn't sure where he'd be at this point.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...

And just like that, it was done.

The Pokemon that the boy was in the process of hypnotizing, a small, chubby Espeon that the headmaster of the school kept as a companion, had gotten the tell-tale dull expression on her face. It didn't register with him, at first, the magnitude of what he had just done.

He, a human, had been able to hypnotize a psychic type Pokemon, and not a weak one at that. His heart was racing, and he could feel the piercing stares of the review board on his back. Nervous sweat trickled down his neck and forehead as he looked up.

There were four of them in total; The headmaster himself, a purple haired lady with impeccable fashion sense, and two identical twins. The twins worried him the most, he didn't know why, and he waited for their response.

It seemed like forever, but eventually, they nodded in unison, and the headmaster approached the young boy. He looked down at his Espeon, and, with a single snap of his fingers, released the Pokemon from her bondage.

"Impressive. Most cannot hypnotize a Pokemon as easily, or as quickly, as you did."

"I try my best, sir." The boy said, standing up a bit straighter.

"Indeed. It has been decided that you will apprentice under me, as my student. I think you'll find that acceptable?"

The boy's heart nearly exploded from the wonderful verbal beatdown that the headmaster had just given him. To be an apprentice under the headmaster of the school... Well, it was unheard of.

Most psychics that come from the school usually apprentice under a gym leader for however long, and eventually take over that gym. The council standing before him was, in fact, retired gym leaders. The headmaster, however...

"Y-yes!" Was all he could say, running forward and hugging his new master.

The old man laughed, and patted him on the head before pushing him away. He told the boy to bring the Espeon back to his chambers, and await further instructions from there. Espeon gracefully bounced off of the pedestal she was on, and led the way. The boy thought that he was supposed to be bringing her back, but as he walked out of the dark hall he was in, realized just who was leading who.

He followed the Espeon down the winding staircases and long, marble hallways until they came to a dead end. There was a door that she stopped in front of, and looked up at the boy. He opened it, and took a breath before entering the headmaster's living quarters.

It was strictly off limits for any students of the school to be in, and he had heard of stories of people being expelled from the school just for going in. He, however, was just walking in.

Inside the quarters was a large, well made bed, a couple of nightstands on either side of it, and a large fireplace, with a blazing fire inside. There was a small doggy bed for Espeon that she had already occupied, and the boy took a seat next to a table full of candles and papers covered in wax. He wondered how long the headmaster would be, and started to read through the papers on the table.

They were written in another language, something that looked almost like runes instead of characters.

'I wouldn't do that, if I were you.' Came a voice. From where, the boy did not know. He looked around for the disturbance, but couldn't find, or see anything, aside from Espeon's eyes.

"Did... um... you just talk to me, by any chance?"

'Indeed. There's nothing for you on that table.' Came the voice again. It sounded smooth, like a flowing river of honey, but the weirdest part was that it came from inside his own head, as if he was talking to himself.

"Huh. Guess I'll have to tell the headmaster I'm going crazy." The boy said, shaking his head and chuckling.

'I'm an Espeon, is it that hard to believe I know how to communicate with humans?'

Every time Espeon talked inside the boy's mind, he couldn't help but chuckle. It really was such an odd thing, to have a Pokemon talk to you as if it were a human being.

"Well... I mean, I guess not. Can all psychic type Pokemon talk?"

'Only those of us who study your language, and are smart enough to form words and sentences.'

"Wow..."

Just then, the door was opened, and in walked the headmaster. The boy stood up, and watched as the old man made his way to Espeon, and gave her a few scritches behind her long, purple ears. He laughed when the Pokemon rubbed up against his hand, and got up.

"So, she talked to you, huh?" The headmaster asked as he took a seat beside the boy.

"Yeah. I didn't know Pokemon could do that."

"Most can, but, for a lot of them, it's not worth learning."

"I don't see why not. Wouldn't it be easier for Pokemon to tell us what's wrong if they could talk to us?"

The headmaster chuckled, but nodded. "Indeed it would, but why would they want to? If they're injured, there's the PokeCenters, if they're hungry, then they get their trainers to feed them."

"I guess."

The boy thought about his own starter Pokemon he had gotten. It was a derpy Totodile that he had loved playing with. Now, it was back home with his parents as he attended this school.

"Anyway, come, stand before me."

The boy obediently rose, and walked in front of the headmaster. He felt the old man's eyes on him as he was observed, and was told to strip down to his underwear. The boy wondered why, but was too nervous to do anything but obey. He neatly folded his school uniform, and placed it on the table as garment after garment was taken off. When he was down to his underwear, he stood back in front of the headmaster, and tried his best to smile.

He was shaking really badly, however.

Truth be told, he couldn't remember a time when he had been naked in front of anyone; not his parents, not a doctor, not even his Totodile. He had been a remarkably modest person, and this encounter was terrifying him.

Would the headmaster ask him to take his underwear off? What would he do, what could he do? He really didn't want to take them off, but realized that he might have to. He didn't want to be thrown out of the school.

"Stop shaking like an angry Mankey, it's just a physical examination."

The boy didn't feel any more reassured as the headmaster began his tests on his body. He wanted him to do certain activities, like walking on his heels to the fireplace and back, and then on the tips of his toes. There was a lot of deep breathing, reflex checks, stretches, and motions that the boy had to complete in front of the headmaster, and, by the time he was done, he was pretty pooped. The headmaster scribbled on the paper for awhile, and the boy sat down on the chair, still shaking a little nervously. The headmaster put the pen down, and told the boy to come to him. The boy obeyed, and walked over to the headmaster.

He stifled a gasp as he felt his underwear pulled off of him, and taken off. He blushed heavily, and covered his genitals as best he could, but the headmaster was having none of that. At this point, the boy was trembling as his hands were moved away from his manhood. The headmaster sighed, and looked up at him. The boy was looking as far away as possible, and looked like he was about to cry.

"It's okay, child, it's just a simple genital examination." He said, beginning the exam.

The boy winced at the cold fingers as they ran around his ball sack. He coughed when he was told to, but it was a little hard to. He didn't know why, but it felt as if the old man was taking forever. Panic rose in his chest as he felt his cock being touched, and he finally looked down. The headmaster was examining it as well, and he gulped.

"Wh... What are y-you looking... f-for?" He whimpered out.

"Anything bad, really. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Easy for you to say..."

"I'm almost done, just take a deep breath, and stop quiver so much."

The boy honestly tried to, but even the breathing didn't help. The headmaster nodded, and turned him around.

What now?

He felt a hand on his back push him down, and heard the headmaster tell him to bend over as much as possible. The boy felt a tear run down his cheek, but did as he was asked, and gasped when he felt fingers on his asshole. He tried not to move much, but couldn't help it, and had to be brought back to in front of the headmaster a few times. Every second dragged by as the shame of exposing himself to the headmaster grew more and more, and he just needed to be over with this.

He got what he wanted once the headmaster told him he could get dressed again. The boy quickly slid his underwear on, most likely breaking a record in the process, and got dressed, his head awashed with shame and unease. What else would this old man do, he wondered, as he slipped his shoes on.

He sat down again, and looked down at the floor, his hands on his knees. There was no doubt in his mind that he was still blushing, but he tried to stop shivering so hard. It wasn't even cold in the room, and he didn't know why it was so bad.

The headmaster, after washing his hands and scribbling down some more notes, set his pen down and took his glasses off.

"Well, I can say that you're in peak condition, young man."

"Thanks..." The boy whispered out.

"Your reflexes, hearing, vision, and range of motion are incredible, actually."

The boy didn't say anything, but did nod. He didn't want to be rude.

"Hrmph." The headmaster said, leaning back in the chair. "I can tell you didn't like the examination."

"N-no, sir." Again, a ghost-whisper.

"You haven't slept with anyone at all?"

"H-... What?"

"Sex. From the way you're shaking, I can tell you're not naked around others often."

"Just nervous, sir. But yeah, you're right. It kind of... c-caught me off guard when you just..." His mouth was suddenly as dry as a desert. "Pulled them down like that."

"Ah, I apologize for that. I should have told you, but from how hard you were shaking, I was afraid you might just crumble when I told you to take them off."

"Probably would have..."

"Do you have any questions about what I did?"

The boy shook his head, and examined the floor even harder. He tried to look for any inconsistencies in its design what-so-ever, but couldn't find any. The headmaster got up, and the boy heard him walk to a cabinet. A new, dry-cleaned school uniform was pulled out, as well as a small book. The headmaster gave both items to him, and smiled down at him.

"I know that being naked in front of someone is unnerving, but I do hope you grow out of it. The human body is nothing to be ashamed of, quite the opposite, in fact."

"Huh?" The boy said, leafing through the book. It just contained statues of old Greek statues, all nude, but it progressed further until it was literally just porn.

"A lot of civilizations valued the human body second to none. That book isn't all just smut, but it contains a way to help people like you grow more comfortable with their body."

"I... I am comfortable, it's just... It was kind of unexpected. I didn't think that you would examine me when I woke up this morning." Nonetheless, however, he took the book.

"I examined you because of the training you're going to be going through. It's not for anyone with... well, genetic abnormalities, it's not for lazy people, and it can feel physically, and mentally impossible sometimes." The headmaster was trying his best to calm the boy down, but it wasn't working too well. "Having a body such as yours will give you a fighting chance for your education."

"O-oh. Okay." The boy said, nodding and trying to understand.

"Alright, why don't you go back to your dorm and rest. Maybe try on your new uniform. See if it fits."

The boy nodded, and felt like he couldn't leave the room faster than he did. He strode down the hall, a dark, deep knot in his stomach that wouldn't go away. It preoccupied his thoughts, gnawing its way further and further into his chest, and it threatened to consume him before a clear, blissfully clear voice appeared in his head.

I am what I am, and what I am is a Psychic.

He said it inside his head over and over again, taking large breaths in the middle of the hallway. He wasn't an awkward little boy, he was a strong, and powerful psychic. Espeon had been hypnotized by him, even if he had been touched by the headmaster. There came a deep well of peace inside his chest, and after another deep breath, he strode forward. He wasn't as much of a changed man as he would have liked to be, but nonetheless, felt much better.

He got to his room, and admired the plaque on the door.

Parker

Was what was inscribed on the bronze. He smiled, and unlocked the door, throwing the suit on the bed and locking the door behind him. Most psychics lived in a dorm with each other, but the most powerful were usually given their own, specially insulated room for them to sleep in. It had stemmed, from what Parker knew, from an incident where another psychic had read the dreams of all his classmates, inadvertently, and had blackmailed them.

Needless to say, he was kicked out, and the rooms had been built.

The room itself was unremarkable; white cinderblock walls, a glass window that looked out onto an impressive mountain range, a single twin bed with a red blanket, and a desk and dresser. He was glad that the door was so thick and strong, and had a lock on the inside. The best part about this was that the rooms had their own bathrooms, complete with a shower.

All the more privacy for this little introvert.

Parker stripped off again, down to his birthday suit, and looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom. He certainly was...

Well, he looked healthy.

His beautiful dark skin had a healthy sheen to it, and he already had small patches of armpit hair. A dark pink tip crowned a somewhat small, brown cock, and two decently sized balls were resting in a shrunken ball sack. He was five and a half inches in length, last he measured, and was thankful he had more to grow. Parker felt around like the headmaster did, and he shivered as the odd experience came flooding back.

He didn't like what it felt like, and walked back to his bed, and sat down on it. All he wanted to do was curl up with his phone and watch something, anything, to get his mind off of what had happened, but there was no such luck. His phone was dead.

After it was plugged in, he reached down to a burning spot on his back, and found that book the headmaster had given to him.

The cover read, "Expectations Versus the Reality of the Male Body".

Huh.

After flipping to the first page, curiosity got the better of him, and he began to read. The book was definitely interesting, and talked a lot about, well, what the title had been on. It explained the entire process of puberty, including real pictures of the growing children, which weirded Parker out. The last thing he had wanted to see today was a 9 year old's genitals. After that, though, it began to talk all about the challenges that men face in society in regards to their body, as well as what went on in the bedroom. The more Parker read, the more he realized that the book actually spoke some sense, and he hadn't even realized that he had read half the book before he heard a text message alert on his phone.

Parker stretched, marked where he was, and looked at his phone.

It was a text, from his friend, Jay, wondering where he was. Realizing that he was naked, Parker got dressed as he messaged Jay, and before he could even send the text, there was a banging at the door. Parker walked over, and opened the door. Jay was standing outside, smiling.

"How was it, man?"

"Oh... Well..." Parker blushed as he was shoved aside.

"You got a new uniform!?" Jay rushed over and took it out.

Jay examined it, and gasped. It was a gray suit, with a white undershirt, and black tie. There were matching gray pants, as well as a couple of pairs of socks and underwear.

"What... What does this mean?" Jay asked, looking back.

"The headmaster... I'm his apprentice?"

Jay looked back at him, jaw wide open. It looked almost comical.

"No shit..." Jay shook their head, and giggled. "Well, I guess it's to be expected. You're the star student, after all."

"Why did you want to hang out, anyway?"

"Can't hang out with my best bud, the future headmaster of this place?"

Parker shrugged, and smiled as he took Jay's arm in his, and led his friend out of the room. The friendship between Parker and Jay had started out nearly instantly; Jay had run up to Parker on the first day and asked to be friends. Through thick and thin, the two were usually always together after classes, each of them defending the other from any bullies that they ran into.

For Parker, it was simple enough.

He was the most talented kid there, and people seemed to like to pick on him. Jay, however...

Well, Jay was a bit of a wildcard. Sometimes, they were picked on because nobody ever saw them in the showers, other times, it was because Jay didn't look either masculine, or feminine, and, even better for the bullies, didn't use any sort of pronoun. It had taken a while for Parker to call Jay as just that; Jay, but the friendship was well worth it. He had asked multiple times what was going on in Jay's pants, but had never gotten an answer. From what Jay had told him, Parker wasn't ready to find out just yet.

Jay had led Parker out of the school, and onto the fields. He wondered where Jay was taking him, but learned a long time ago not to ask questions, and he wasn't about to break this trend now.

After a long walk, they arrived together at a clearing. Parker could see a bunch of Pokemon fighting each other in the clearing, and sat down next to his friend.

"Pokemon battles, huh?" Parker asked, nudging Jay.

"Sshhh..." Jay hushed him, and pointed out a rather large looking Pokemon. "I've been here for the past few weeks, and that Machoke always beats the shit out of all the other Pokemon."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah."

Parker chuckled, but watched as the Machoke fought his way across the field. Any time a Pokemon got in his way, even if he was at a type advantage, the Pokemon was belted across the field. It did impress Parker, in fact. The two sat together until the Machoke was the only one left standing. After a few victory cries, the Pokemon went back into a cave that seemed to be his dwelling. Jay got up, and dusted all the dirt off the butt of their jeans, and offered you a hand. Parker took it, and got up, but didn't walk with Jay.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, why don't you head on back."

"Why?"

"I um... wanna wait around for round two, I guess?" Parker said, smiling.

"That's... um... that's going to take forever, Park."

Parker shrugged, and after a few more failed attempts at persuading Parker to leave with Jay, they shrugged and told him to be careful. Parker yelled that he would to the retreating figure of Jay, and sat back down.

His heart was racing again.

As the Machoke had fought, Parker had gotten quite aroused. It moved so fluidly, so languidly, that it seemed as if it wasn't a problem for the Pokemon at all to win the tournament. The front row seats had revealed quite the bulge between his legs, as well. Parker was a sucker for large bulges, especially on beefy Pokemon like Machoke.

He got up, making sure that Jay was gone, and sighed, relieved. His friend was nowhere to be seen. Nervously, Parker stepped over the grunting, groaning, and moaning Pokemon that were recovering from the beating they had received. Parker walked to the cave, and took out his hypnotizing charm; a small, red jewel on a golden chain, the same one he had hypnotized the chubby Espeon with. Clutching it with all his life, he called out into the cave.

"H-hello? Machoke?" He called, wincing at his cracking voice.

A roar from deep in the cave scared him, but he stood his ground. If Parker could hypnotize Espeon, this knucklehead would be no problem. The stomps became louder and louder, and a figure gradually emerged. It was the Machoke, covered in a sheen of sweat. It glistened off of his pecs, and onto his large belt. The crimson lines on his bulging arms pulsed as the Pokemon flexed his arms, and, for once in his life, Parker felt legitimately terrified.

"Choke." Was all the intimidating Pokemon offered.

"Hi... Um... Can you look at this?" Parker said, holding his charm up at arm's length.

Machoke's eyes were drawn to it, and Parker could almost instantly see his eyes grow dull, without any mental stimulation or anything. He still influenced his mind, however, just for good measure, and, soon enough, Machoke was completely under his control.

"Huh..."

It was a lot easier to do than he thought.

He thought that, for sure, he would be pounded into a dark red stain in the grass from this Pokemon. Machoke walked a bit closer to Parker, and looked down, a dumb, happy smile in his face.

"Well, um... uh..." Parker was at a loss for words. Every time he wanted to say something, another thought surfaced, and he got the words confused. Machoke didn't seem to mind as this boy stumbled about, however. If anything, he seemed amused.

"B-bring me to where you sleep." Parker commanded.

Machoke dumbly said his name, and scooped Parker up off of his legs, and walked back into the cave. He was brought further and further back into the cave until he reached an oddity.

It was a wooden door. Machoke put the boy down, and Parker investigated. The door was unlocked, and led to a rather odd room. It was furnished, but not clean. There was an overwhelming smell of sweat and musk, which must of come from the Machoke, but Parker loved how it smelled. Best of all, it was dead silent in the room once Machoke shut the door. There were no water droplets falling from any stalactites, and the sound of the waterfall further down in the cave had gone away.

"Wow. Did you find this place?"

Machoke nodded dumbly, and smiled.

"Huh."

Parker wondered how far he could take this. Machop certainly seemed... Imperceptive. He seemed as if he could be pushed easily.

"Do... um... ten jumping-jacks."

Machoke easily did them, the sweat returning slightly.

"Bend over this table..."

Machoke did, and Parker walked behind him. It felt... well, almost like a violation of his own morals, but Parker cupped the Machoke's covered ass and gave it a small squeeze. It was firmer than he expected, and didn't give much leeway, but felt fucking amazing. He ran his hands up and down Machoke's back, feeling the muscles, those stony, tight fucking muscles.

Parker could feel himself getting erect quickly, and, without a care in the world, rubbed against Machoke's outfit. The Pokemon breathed a bit more heavy, and Parker could hear the cracking of the belt being undone. He didn't say anything to stop him, but as soon as Machoke took it off, and slid his shorts down a bit, Parker snapped at him to put them back on.

With haste, Machoke obeyed his master.

Once they were back on, Parker chuckled. He really was in complete control of this Pokmeon. His heart was racing as he felt up the Pokemon's ass, and wondered about the possibilities that could happen.

"Turn around."

Machoke obeyed.

Suddenly, he realized that he was in exactly the same position he was in not but hours ago with the headmaster. It filled him with guilt, but only for a few seconds. This was too great an offer to pass up.

"Take your belt off." Parker said.

Machoke obeyed, setting it behind him on the table. Parker began to tell the Pokemon to do what he did when the headmaster examined him, and felt an odd sense of control over this Pokemon, like it was himself that he was commanding, not a wild Pokemon.

After the exercises were done, he sat down, and commanded the Machoke to stand in front of him.

And there it was.

Machoke's bulge. So tantalizing, so mind-numbingly delicious. He grabbed the black fabric from under the Pokemon's balls, and pulled it down, and was so fucking happy he did so. Machoke had a rather human cock, but with one exception.

It was everything Parker loved; Uncut, veiny, large balls, and, best of all, no hair.

Anywhere.

It was easily the size of a babies arm, and it wasn't even hard yet. Parker found this out by taking it in the tips of his hand, and being able to bend it 180 degrees. He felt the large, sweaty ball sack, and the two eggs that lay inside. Trying his best to mimic the headmaster, he cupped them in his hands, and told Machoke to cough. The Pokemon did, but Parker wasn't sure what he was feeling for. He felt along Machoke's cock, admiring it more so than anything else in the world.

Such a perfect cock.

"Turn around."

Machoke obeyed, and Parker was greeted with his tight, muscular ass. He put his hand on the Pokemon's back, just like what was done to him, and bent the Pokemon over. Machoke didn't look terrified, however. He looked...

Happy.

Parker went back to his new pet's ass, and felt it up again. So perfect...

He took his shirt off, tossing it onto the table, and quickly did away with the rest of his clothes. It was very soon before the two of them were equal in terms of clothing. It was pretty nerve racking, being naked around someone again, but he quickly got acclimated to this.

Parker didn't feel judged by Machoke, and felt...

Happy, that the two were naked together.

"Sit up." Parker commanded.

Machoke obeyed, and his eyes were drawn to Parker's own manhood. The young psychic could see that Machoke was clearly interested in him, from the resulting stiffy that he got. Parker's chest beat with anticipation as Machoke oogled him. It would have been enough just to jerk off to an online image of Machoke, but here, now, a live one, completely under his control, was standing in front of him.

"Have you ever mated with any other Pokemon?" Parker asked.

Machoke nodded, and that dumb smile returned to his face.

"Ever mated with a human?"

Machoke shook his head, and looked back down at Parker's member. His very own sex slave...

"G-... Get on your knees." Parker commanded, weakly.

Machoke obeyed the command, and sunk to the floor.

Parker walked close to the Pokemon's agape mouth, and waited for a few seconds. The moisture from the hot breaths that came from Machoke's mouth coated his now oddly erect cock.

"Suh... Suck on it."

Instantly, Machoke dived down onto his young cock, and Parker yelped as the Pokemon's mouth pulled on his cock. His legs felt faint, and he leaned on Machoke's shoulders, but the Pokemon didn't seem to mind. Parker pulled his wet cock out of Machoke's mouth a couple of times, just for a break, but each time he got close again, Machoke shoved it into his mouth into his mouth. His tongue skittered down the boy's cock, erratically rubbing it as he eagerly suckled on the whole thing, and all Parker could do is run his fingers over the Machoke's head and pull his cock out every now and then. Machoke was something else, for sure. He didn't have to come up for air, which was mostly Parker's fault, since he was still growing. Machoke, however, didn't seem to be too good at giving him a consistent blowjob, and sometimes, his cock would slip out of the Pokemon's mouth.

Parker began to feel tense up in his balls, and pulled his cock out of Machoke's mouth. The Pokemon sat down on his hamstrings, and wiped the saliva from his mouth, and smiled. He looked confused that a fat load wasn't shot into him, but his mouth wasn't where Parker wanted to shoot it. He laid down on the table, and beckoned Machoke. He came close to Parker's groin again, but before he could pick the boy's twitching, wet cock up in his mouth, Parker asked him to hold off.

"Just lick it, from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my cock. Once you're at the tip, put it all in, and suck on it for a few seconds before repeating the process."

Machoke eagerly nodded, and began his master's bidding. He crouched down, and pressed his nose to his ball sack, and breathed the scent in deeply. And then, Parker groaned as a wet muscle ran up from the bottom of his balls, up to his tip, and then yelped at the warm, toothy embrace of Machoke's mouth. His maw ran up and down the boy's member a couple of times, before he pulled it off, and repeated the process over and over again. Machoke seemed to be doing a bit better, and Parker was happy that he was learning so fast. His tongue was pretty large, and the fleshy canyon that it formed made his cock scream with delight as it was pulled up his length. Machoke slipped the boy's balls into his mouth, and rolled them around on his tongue for a bit before resuming his tongue job. After a particularly hard suck, Parker told Machoke to stop.

The boy panted as he recovered, his cock leaking precum and saliva as he got up. He told Machoke to bend over the table, and grinned. His hole was waiting for him, gently pulsing every few seconds, along with the horse-sized cock that was between his legs.

Parker spat on his fingers, and rubbed the lubricant around the Pokemon's hole, and was surprised at just how tight it was. It felt as if he was trying to push his fingers into a clenched fist, it just wasn't giving way. After a few minutes of rubbing, it dawned on him why.

Machoke was essentially one big muscle, from what the PokeDex said, so trying to rub inside of his ass would be like trying to win an arm wrestle with a Machamp.

"Hey, uh, loosen up down there, buddy." Parker said, gently smacking the Pokemon on his ass cheek.

Machoke groaned his name, and Parker smiled, and felt between his ass cheeks again. It was a lot more softer, and he was able to sink his fingers deep inside the Machop's ass. He spat a few more times, rubbing the saliva on the puckered muscle a bit more.

After a tense few seconds, Parker led his small cock into Machoke, and groaned. It wasn't tight at all, but damn, was it amazing. His cock was surrounded by soft, warm flesh, that dragged on his cock as he pulled it out, and slowly gave way as he pushed back in. Machoke groaned, and Parker with him. It was a magical experience, fucking this Machoke.

Parker began to rock into the Machoke, the sound of his balls slapping against the Pokemon's own large ball sack filling the air. The two were sweating quite a lot now, and it allowed Parker to rub Machoke's muscles easily as he fucked him in his ass. Parker got an idea, and smiled.

"Squeeze a bit harder, Machoke."

Instantly, the walls around Parker's cock, which were already pretty tight, tightened considerably. Parker gasped at this development, and pulled his cock back, before ramming it in. He could feel each and every individual texture of the creatures ass as he fucked it, and with the added pressure from the large Pokemon, Parker felt like he was invincible. It was such a wild feeling, and Parker didn't know where it came from. He was, just a few hours ago, a timid little boy being touched by an old man, but not... Now, Parker was a man fucking a huge Pokemon. Every time he thrusted into the Machoke, he was rewarded with a pleased grunt from the Pokemon, who seemed to be panting with sexual delight. Parker grabbed the Machoke's waist and used it for support as he railed into his fleshy hole, and his legs began to quiver. Biting his lip in an effort to stop that habit, Parker pulled out of the Machoke, much to the big Pokemon's disappointment.

"Turn around and get up." The Machoke obeyed. "You like that? Being fucked by me?"

Machoke grunted, and smiled, vigorously nodding his head. Parker wanted to fuck him badly right now, but he couldn't help but stare at his large, swollen prick. He took it in his hands, and Machoke tensed up. That well of power came flooding back as he began to rub the Pokemon's cock. It was easy to do, since there was precum coating the cock, and more and more oozing out of his tip as he stroked the Pokemon. His cock was easily a foot and a half long, and was the largest cock Parker had ever seen. From how hard it was as well, he assumed that the Machoke must be feeling light headed as well. The Pokemon began to buck his hips slightly as his cock was rubbed, and Parker waited until Machoke started to shutter, and squeezed the base of his cock as hard as he could. Machoke gave a pained grunt, and looked down at the boy. Parker didn't want him to cum just yet.

"Why don't you lie down on the floor? Or a bed, if you sleep on one."

Machoke laid down, and Parker knelt in front of his asshole. He pushed the Pokemon's legs out of the way, and made Machoke hold them up. After he was able to penetrate his asshole again, Parker lubed his cock up again with his saliva, and shoved it roughly back into the Pokemon. Machoke groaned, and looked desperately at his cock as it twitched and throbbed, devoid of all touch. Parker began to fuck the Pokemon again, harder this time, and didn't hesitate in teasing the Pokemon by running a finger up his frightingly big member. Machoke would always shutter, and his asshole would constrict ever so slightly, causing Parker to gasp. That surge of power that Parker had grown to love eventually came back into his chest, and he puffed it out as he fucked the whimpering Pokemon. The look in Machoke's eyes was a desperation Parker had never seen before, and he started to feel a little bad for the Pokemon. Before long, though, the demon that had given him the sexual power over Machoke came back, and Parker couldn't help but fuck the Pokemon harder. Each thrust into the Pokemon's ass was a constrictive kiss on his length, squelching as it was pushed as deep as Parker's biology would allow him.

The power that he felt, however, almost instantly gave way to embarrassment.

Parker's knees buckled under the orgasm he was unknowingly shooting into the Pokemon, and it wasn't until he had fallen on his ass and saw the cum shooting out of his cock that he realized what had happened. Machoke turned around, but didn't make a move, just watched as Parker furiously jerked as much cum as he could manage out of his cock. The boy screamed in delight for what seemed like hours, his legs turning to jelly for a second, before another pulse of cum turned them into rocks as he flexed them. Each jet of cum that rocketed out of his cock hit Machoke on his groin, and, by the time he had finished his explosive load, Machoke had accumulated quite a bit of the boy's fluid on his genitals.

Parker got up, stumbling a bit, and leaned on Machoke's ass for support. He saw the cum leaking out of the large Pokemon, and got an odd idea. He had seen this be done in some porn he had watched a long time ago, and wondered what it felt like.

He brought his arm over to Machoke, who expectantly looked up at him, the dumb smile still on his face.

"Lick it." He said.

Machoke instantly began to lick his hand and arm, up to his elbow. He didn't miss a single speck of flesh as his tongue rolled around. Once there was enough on Parker's arm, he pulled it away, and walked back to his ass.

Cum was still leaking out of it, and he scooped it up with his wet fingers, and rubbed it back into the Pokemon's ass. Then, he gulped, and stuck a finger inside the Pokemon's hole.

It was tight, and tried to weakly force him out, but nothing came of it. Parker felt around the hole, grinning at the warmth. He stuck another finger in, and another, and another, until Machoke screamed with delight when Parker's entire fist was pushed deep into his asshole. Parker laughed, and kept on pushing his arm into Machoke, until he was up to his elbow in flesh. Machoke was quivering, and panting with pleasure as Parker began to fist the Pokemon. He could see that Machoke's cock was somehow harder than it was earlier, and just begging for release.

"You may jerk yourself off."

Machoke groaned loudly, and his hand rocketed towards his begging member. Parker fist fucked him as he wildly jerked off, groaning deeper and deeper every second. His ass was slowly constricting more and more around him the longer he stroked his cock. It felt like an arm massage, Parker realized. He hoped that Machoke wasn't going too hard on his cock, however. The precum covered cock being jerked off filled the room with its wonderful sound, and Parker couldn't help but get somewhat erect as the Machoke started to gasp in wonder and bliss.

He pushed his fist in deeper than before, and Machoke shuttered, his blueish human cock pulsing harder than ever. Parker began to experiment to see if he could rub him in such a way as to make him scream like a little girl, and it only took a few tries. There was a small bulb of flesh that stood out in his asshole, and he rubbed it. Machoke stopped jerking off for a few seconds, and gave off a fierce shutter, before slowly resuming.

Parker wondered what it was, but doubled his efforts, and was indeed rewarded with girly screams from the beefy Pokemon. Machoke wildly began to stroke, his arm a complete blue as you rubbed the knot. He slowly began to say his name, before picking up the pace faster and faster until...

You felt his ass physically push your arm out. It was accompanied by the yelping screams of Machoke as cum rocketed out of him. It flew onto his belly with a loud splat, almost sounding like someone dumping a cup of water out, before it was followed up with two more yelps, and a couple more spurts. He began to cry out as he slowly milked the remaining cum from his cock, and squirmed on the ground like a Magikarp. Machoke kept jerking off, well after he was done shooting his freakishly large load. You told him to stand up, but keep jerking off, and looked in awe at the large puddle of cum that had dripped off of him and fell on the floor. Suddenly, you were glad that you didn't suck him off, because you didn't know if you could eat that much cum.

Machoke began to whimper as he kept jerking off, and his eyes looked like they were begging you for the order for it to end. To be honest, however, Parker enjoyed this scene. He looked so weak, so vunerable, so fucking hot.

But, he took pity on him after a few minutes of watching the squirming Pokemon.

"All right, you can stop."

Instantly, Machoke stopped, and tried his best to recover his breath. His cock was slightly pulsing, but growing more and more flaccid by the second.

"Well then..."

Machoke nodded.

"I um... want you." Parker said, looking down.

"Machoke?"

"Like, I don't want this to be a one time thing." Parker rifled through his pants until he found the PokeBall he was looking for. "If I release you from the hypnosis, are you gonna kill me?"

Machop shook his head no, and smiled. It was a different smile, however. It looked more smart.

"Oh, Arceus... Here goes."

Parker snapped his fingers, and instantly, the dull look that was on Machoke's face went away. He didn't look confused, however. He seemed to know what had happened; he just hadn't been in control of his actions. He sat down on a chair near the broken table, and patted his thigh. Parker walked over to him, and was picked up by the Pokemon, and sat on his lap. Machoke looked down, and smiled.

"So... you're not gonna kill me?"

Machoke shrugged, and looked as if he entertained the idea for a second, but shook his head, no. He took the PokeBall from Parker's hands. Machoke looked into Parker's eyes, and seemed to be thinking something over for a second. Before Parker could say anything, Machoke gave him a huge kiss on his cheeks, and pressed the Pokeball to his chest. Parker fell over and onto the stone ground with a thump, and cursed the Pokemon. His back and ass hurt like hell, and he had to tell himself that Fighting type Pokemon weren't usually the brightest Pokemon. He didn't even hear the Pokeball shaking three times before locking Machoke shut. Parker picked the Pokeball up, and released Machoke. He was still naked, and flexed a bit before turning to Parker.

"C'mon, you idiot, get dressed." Parker said, tossing the shorts and belt to Machoke. He got dressed himself after wiping the contents of Machoke's bowels off on a rag that was laying about, and looked up at the Pokemon.

"Ready?"

"Machoke!"

"All right, you big oaf, carry me back."