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Pete is a trainer that has finally captured the legendary pokemon Mewtwo. Rather than the pokemon obeying him, however, it forces the trainer to obey it. Now, Pete has to pass a sexual test with each member of his party, including Mewtwo, in order to keep being a trainer. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The first of a three part work for someone on FA. Pete is a trainer that has finally captured the legendary pokemon Mewtwo. Rather than the pokemon obeying him, however, it forces the trainer to obey it. Now, Pete has to pass a sexual test with each member of his party, including Mewtwo, in order to keep being a trainer. ", "writing": "A Trainer is Trained\n\nBy\n\nDraconicon\n\nChapter 1\n\n“One more time, Golduck! Hydro Pump!” Pete shouted. \n\nHis Pokémon didn’t hesitate. A vast gush of water pumped out of its mouth within a second of his command, and Pete watched with a smile as it slammed his Pokémon’s opponent across the room and against the wall on the other side. The Mewtwo had been giving every one of his team a good work out, but finally, the end of the battle was in site.\n\nHe let his Golduck continue the Hydro Pump for a little bit longer before finally commanding her to stop. The spray finished and the Mewtwo slumped down the rocky wall. \n\nNow was the time. Pete reached into his pocket and pulled out a specific poke’ball that he had been saving since that executive had gifted him with it. The Master Ball; the only thing strong enough to hold something of legendary strength like this. If there had been time and he had a fortune, he might have tried this with Ultra Balls or something like that, but in lieu of that, this would do. In fact, it would probably work better. \n\nHe pressed the button along the middle, felt the poke’ball expand in his hand, and leaned back. “Master Ball, go!” he muttered. \n\nThe Mewtwo was in the process of getting back to its feet as the Master Ball collided with its chest. He could tell that the Pokémon didn’t want to be caught, but once hit by this particular capture ball, there was no chance of escape. That was a guarantee.\n\nStill, he had a small degree of nervousness as he watched the poke'ball shift and shake back and forth. This one was a fighter, more than any of the rest of his team had been. Even when the Master Ball actually stopped moving and held still with the tell-tale ding of a successful capture, Pete hesitated before picking it up. It almost seemed too goo to be true.\n\nThe poke'ball seemed to shift back and forth in his hand, but he couldn’t actually see any movement. He must have been imagining things, he decided. “Come on, Golduck,” Pete said, gesturing at the blue Pokémon that was almost as tall as he was. “Let’s get going.” He raised the poke'ball that was Golduck’s home on the go, and the laser soon brought the water psychic type back inside. Then it was just a quick press of a button and he could place it back at his belt.\n\nPete took a moment to look around the small room of the cave. He had spent almost a week in here hunting down that Mewtwo, chasing it down waterfalls and around whirlpools, and more than that, weakening it with every trick that he could think of. Double teaming it with two of his Pokémon against one, triple teaming, occasionally. He had not pulled any punches, and even so, the Mewtwo had almost gotten away.\n\nBut that was the past, Pete thought to himself with a smile. He looked at the Master Ball again, and chuckled. Tossing it up and down a few times before putting it at his waist with the rest of his Pokémon, the trainer looked around the small abandoned room of the Unknown Dungeon before finally turning to leave. \n\n~~~\n\nAfter leaving the dungeon, it took him a long time to get back home. First he had to travel all the way from Cerulean City back to Saffron, and from there, he had to take the express train back to the Johto region. And even after that, he still had to fly back to a little house that he kept at Mt. Silver. Having Pokémon that could move around so quickly was helpful, but it still took time to get from place to place. \n\nThe only stop he made was a quick trip to a Pokémon center, dropping off a Fearow and picking up his Alakazam. Some trainers would have said that having two psychic types on a team was a little overkill, but he was more of the opinion that they were just enough. Besides, he wanted his Pokémon to get into the habit of knowing one another, and he was already sure that his Alakazam would think that she was being replaced by the admittedly more powerful legendary Pokémon.\n\n“Well, she’ll just have to get over that,” Pete said under his breath as he opened the door of his house. It was a small place, almost more like a cottage than a real house. There were only three rooms inside, and those were the bedroom/bathroom combination, the den, and the kitchen. There wasn’t really any need for further room, in Pete’s mind. His Pokémon weren’t out of their balls often when they were here with him, and when they were, they spent most of their time outside. He wasn’t sure just what they did, but he was pretty sure that they were fighting and training with the other Pokémon of the mountain, getting themselves stronger and stronger so that they couldn’t lose in battle.\n\nWell, that was going to change today. He needed to see how well his new legendary would perform, and Mt. Silver seemed to be the place to test it. It had some better fighters on it than in the Unknown Dungeon, and it was filled with all sorts of Pokémon that the Mewtwo would be familiar with. In some of the other places he’d been, that wouldn’t be the case. Best to start slow.\n\nPete reached down to his belt and removed every one of the poke'balls, setting them inside of a dresser drawer. The only one that remained in sight was the Master Ball with his Mewtwo.\n\nHe was trembling in excitement, he realized, and with good reason. The other legendary Pokémon that he had managed to catch – Zapdos, Suicune, and others – had been free for so long, and had been the top of their class for so much time, that they didn’t know how to obey. He’d been forced to bring them to heel before they would listen to him, and he was sure that he would have to do the same thing with this one, and it was sure to be a hard struggle. After all, Mewtwo was a good deal stronger, both mentally and in sheer power, than most any other Pokémon that he’d faced. This was going to be a real battle of wills.\n\nPete suddenly felt a tug at his mind, some part of him considering taking the Master Ball outside and letting the Mewtwo go free. He might have tamed some of the more ordinary legendary Pokémon, but this was something that wasn’t entirely natural. Who knew what could happen?\n\nIt took him a moment, but he managed to dismiss that as completely irrational. After all, Mewtwo was a Pokémon, nothing more and nothing less. Yes, there were rumors that someone had genetically manufactured him, but that was something that never had been proven. As far as he was concerned, it was impossible. A Pokémon was a Pokémon, and that was that.\n\nDespite his logic, it took more than a little bit of courage to actually press the button on the ball and call the psychic Pokémon out of its bonds.\n\nThe familiar white flicker of light announced the Mewtwo’s emergence, and Pete forced the giddy grin off of his face, putting on a firm frown instead. He waited until the light had almost completely solidified, giving him a good glimpse of the Pokémon’s features, before speaking. “Mewtwo, I’m your master now,” he said simply. “You’ll do what I say, and together we’re going to win a lot of Pokémon battles. Do you understand me?”\n\nMewtwo slowly stood up, and Pete had to fight back a surprised blink as he realized that this Mewtwo, unlike most of his Pokémon, had a clearly showing gender. There was a camel toe of sorts around the psychic Pokémon’s nether regions, almost like a human’s pussy hidden behind some sort of cloth. But that was impossible, he thought to himself, and shook his head slightly. “Do you understand me, Mewtwo?” he asked again.\n\nThe white and purple Pokémon just stared at him. Her body was completely still, though her tail looked like it was being held under tight control. Probably wanted to twitch it, he supposed. Her eyes stared deep into his, holding the familiar contempt that he saw in Alakazam’s eyes whenever he did something stupid, only magnified about thirty times. \n\nIn that glance, Pete realized several things. First, he was standing without the slightest bit of defense for himself if the Mewtwo turned hostile, except for its poke'ball. Second, Mewtwo didn’t look like it wanted to obey orders in the slightest.\n\nThird, and worst of all, this was a psychic Pokémon that could see everything that he was thinking, and could probably make him think things as well. \n\nThat thought just barely made it across his mind before being followed by a soft chuckle. If it had been out loud, it would have sounded almost like the voice of a good looking woman. In his head, it sounded…scary, powerful. Almost like a queen’s voice would sound, he imagined. “My, my, but you are an arrogant one of your species if you think you can tell me what to do,” Mewtwo said in his mind.\n\nHe almost fell flat on his butt at those words. For a moment, he froze, but then remembered the Master Ball. He had to get Mewtwo back inside immediately.\n\nHowever, he’d barely reached down a few inches before his hand stopped in place. Pete looked up at the Mewtwo, and saw a glowing blue ball around her paw. “Ah ah ah, human,” she said in his head, her voice filled with laughter. “I can’t let you just put me back in the poke'ball now, can I? I mean, you captured me. I think it’s only fair that I have some fun with you before I start having to take your orders. Now, let’s see, how can I do that…”\n\nPete wasn’t listening very closely to Mewtwo’s words, or at least was trying not to. It was futile to try and get out of this, he was sure, but he had to try, right? And just because the Pokémon over there could read his every thought didn’t mean that she could stop him from going through with one. No Pokémon was all powerful, not even the legendary ones, or he wouldn’t have been able to catch it.\n\nRight?\n\nBut try as he might, he couldn’t think of a single plan that might have even the slightest chance of getting him out of this little predicament, and the longer that the Mewtwo remained silent, the more nervous he got, and the more nervous he got, the harder it was to think. What was the worst, however, was the way that the Mewtwo was staring at him. As she’d finished ‘speaking’ earlier, she’d reclined on his couch – the single bit of comfortable furniture in the room – and crossed her legs. She stared at him, not like he was a person, but like he was a tool. It was the way that a lot of craftsmen looked at the tools they had before taking up a project, evaluating what they could and couldn’t do. \n\nDespite his situation, he couldn’t help but look down at the legendary Pokémon in front of him. She was rather a beautiful specimen of her species, that was for sure, and he wouldn’t have minded looking at her a little longer in better circumstances. Her body had lots of plump curves, nothing fatty, but enough to definitely define the parts of her body, and the purple white coloration was definitely a positive.\n\nWhat really drew his attention, however, was not her body, but something much lower. No, not the junction of her legs, though that was something he wouldn’t mind seeing, he realized. His eyes drifted further and further down until they stopped right on the Mewtwo’s dainty feet.\n\nWhite-gray like a good bit of her body, the feet were quite clean for what kind of life the Mewtwo must have led. Yes, there was a fair bit of dust and dirt on them, and they looked like they were a little wet from sweat as well, but that was to be expected. There were no rough spots or bloody spots or even any scars, and there should have been, considering that the Mewtwo had been living in a cave with a great deal of sharp rock. \n\nTry as he might, Pete couldn’t pull his attention away from the feet in front of him. Mewtwo had reclined yet more, and her feet were pointed right at him. Maybe she was doing it on purpose, he thought after a moment, but he discarded that. A Pokémon, particularly one that had been captured, wasn’t going to tease its trainer in a way that would excite them. This one, in particular, had no reason to be that nice to him. She would be more likely to do something to hurt him than to excite him, and besides, she didn’t-\n\n“Didn’t what? Know that you had a foot fetish?” Pete almost jumped out of his skin at the soft words in his head again, and blushed heavily. “Oh, yes, I know that you have one. I know every little secret that you have in there, every little humiliating detail that you’ve kept from every person in your life. I think I can see why, too. How could you ever be respected if it was known that you were a poke-phile, and one with so many degrading needs, too? No matter how many battles you’d win, you’d never be able to look at anyone with any self-respect again, would you?” \n\nHer words and her laughter made Pete blush harder than he could ever remember blushing in his life. Even that little point with Alakazam a few weeks back, when she’d seen a memory of bedwetting in his past, hadn’t been as bad as this. There was no way that he was getting out of this, when his Pokémon was reading his thoughts before he could finish them.\n\nAnd even though he was blushing, he couldn’t stop staring at her feet!\n\nThe Mewtwo smirked at him, and slowly floated herself off of the couch. Reaching out with one leg, she tapped his nose with one toe. With it that close, Pete couldn’t help himself, and he leaned forward just a little, pressing his nose against the soft underside of the Pokémon’s foot and taking a sniff. He made it long and hard, wanting to get as good a whiff as he could. \n\nThe smell was bitter, yet salty; musky, yet somewhat clean as well. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that her feet weren’t quite so dirty as they could be. She floated, after all, and that probably kept her from getting her feet as filthy as they should have- no, could have been. Don’t think about that, don’t think about that, he muttered to himself in his head. If he didn’t think about things, maybe there was a chance that the Mewtwo wouldn’t be able to pick them out of his head quite so easily.\n\nHowever, despite his idea to keep his thoughts in line, he couldn’t control his body, particularly when the object of many wet dreams was right in front of his face. True, he hadn’t always thought about Mewtwo feet, but Pokémon feet in general were something that he got off to on a regular basis, and when was the next time that he was going to have the chance to smell and worship at the feet of a Pokémon so sexy as his new legendary one?\n\n“Sooner than you’d think, human,” she said with a little smile. “You know, I don’t think that your Pokémon should go with you in ignorance of the lust that you have for them. I think that if you want to keep your Pokémon, you should let them know what you’re thinking every time that you send them into battle.”\n\nHe stopped in mid-sniff, staring up between the toes at his Pokémon. She wanted…she wanted him to admit to the Pokémon that he kept around all the time that he had the hots for them? She wanted him to reveal that closely guarded secret? He couldn’t even speak.\n\nNot that he had to. “It’s your choice, of course, but you might want to keep in mind that I am a psychic type. You might have the loyalty of a few others – oh, an Alakazam…must be a submissive one – but I’m not obliged to follow your orders. I don’t follow those I don’t respect, and right now, you don’t deserve one bit of my respect. If you want to earn my obedience, you’re going to have to spend a little bit of time doing what I tell you to do. Do that, and then I’ll follow your orders. But if you don’t…if you don’t, then I think that I’ll have to be the trainer.” She laughed again, probably at the dumbfounded look on his face. “Don’t think it’s possible? Well, I’ll show you how its possible later, if you mess up.”\n\nPete just stared at her. She was basically threatening him with the worst nightmare of any trainer that ever walked the world of Pokémon. Either he submitted to her and followed her orders, or she would make him give up his dream and job of being a Pokémon trainer. Neither option was something that he would enjoy. Yes, he could submit to her and hope that it was a short time following orders, but it was still a total humiliation. Pokémon were not supposed to give orders to people, that was just the way it was.\n\nBut she had him trapped. She was a strong enough psychic type to control him, and she could make his body do whatever she wanted. Hell, she could probably control his mind enough to make him think that it was his own idea to quit, though it wouldn’t really be necessary if she could control his body. \n\nIn face of that, there was really no choice at all. He bowed his head in defeat. \n\nAs he lowered his head, he felt her press her foot against the back of his head. The pressure was enough to actually force his head further and further down until he was pressing his forehead to the floor. In this position, it looked like he was kneeling to her, bowing down to her like she was a queen.\n\nAnd if he were totally frank with himself, Pete had to admit that was what she was. She was the queen of his life, and what happened to him depended wholly and completely on her whim.\n\nHe heard the little chuckle in his head again as the foot was removed from the back of his skull. “I’m glad that we understand each other. Now, get over to that little drawer you put all your other poke’balls in. I want to meet the rest of your team and let them know what kind of pervert they’re working with.”\n\nAfter standing up, he walked over to the little drawer with his Pokémon in it as if in a daze. The thought of using his Pokémon to get the Mewtwo under control barely occurred to him before it was completely dismissed. They had needed a full week to weaken the Mewtwo enough to capture her. Now, she was at full strength, and she was in complete control of the situation. Resistance was not just futile, it would be stupid. \n\nA small part of his mind wondered if that was a planted thought, but it didn’t matter. It was the truth, and there was no fighting the truth.\n\nThe drawer opened smoothly, and he reached in, picking up the five poke’balls in one motion. He could almost feel the smugness flowing off of the Mewtwo as he turned around, holding out the balls to her. She looked down at them, and then gestured for him to let them all out. \n\nHe looked around the room. There would be room, barely. \n\nHe expanded them back to normal size, one by one, before letting each poke'ball drop to the ground. As soon as they hit the ground, they burst open and the Pokémon inside jumped out. They didn’t take long to shift from light to Pokémon form, and though he was still scared of the situation and what they were about to learn, Pete couldn’t help but feel a small burst of pride for the team that he had spent so long raising and putting together.\n\nThe five Pokémon with him had been at his side for so long. Alakazam, who he’d raised from an Abra, stood closest to him; next, Golduck, raised from a Psyduck, one of the newer members of the team; Blaziken, one of the most trusted members of the team and definitely one of the better looking. Rounding out the team were Medicham and Mr. Mime, the only Pokémon with him that had shoes of a sort, and thus kept him from ever seeing their bare feet.\n\nConsidering what Mewtwo was about to tell them, he was pretty sure that they were going to be happy about that.\n\nPete remained still under the questioning glances of his Pokémon, waiting for the outcome. When he didn’t speak, his team turned towards the Mewtwo that still lay across his couch. She smiled down at them and gestured gracefully at him. “Do you know what your trainer thinks whenever he looks at you? Do you know what he sees you as?” she asked. \n\nConfused by the question, the Pokémon shrugged, one by one. The smile on the Mewtwo’s face grew wider, more toothy. “You don’t, hmm? Well, I think that it’s time you learned the truth about your trainer, there. You probably think that he’s a pretty decent being, for a human, and that he’s trained you fairly well. From what I saw, he probably makes sure that you’re all well healed after every battle, and makes sure that you never go without your food or your water. Caring of him, isn’t it?” She sneered, quite obviously thinking anything but. “Well, he may be all that, but he has another side, too.”\n\nShe floated off of the couch, shifting to an upright position. Her legs were still crossed, however, and she smiled at Pete. “He also looks at you as sex fantasies for him to get off on,” she revealed. That single telepathic revelation drew gasps from every one of the team, and made them look at him with condemning glances. \n\nPete wanted to sink into the ground, wanted something to fall from the sky and hit him in the head, something that would make him forget about this or at least make it so he wouldn’t have to think about it for a while. His thoughts apparently amused the legendary Pokémon, because she started giggling as soon as the thought entered his head. “Oh, he shouldn’t be so embarrassed. After all, he’s not the only human who does it, but he is the only one I’ve ever met that wanted to play around with the feet of his Pokémon more than stick his dick in them,” she said, her telepathic tone a little lighter, almost tittering. “I think that he needs a lesson about what Pokémon are for. What do you five think? A lesson is in order, don’t you agree?”\n\nThe human looked at his team, hoping to see some sign of understanding in their eyes, something that might tell him that they were going to let him get out of this without something extremely humiliating happening to them all. \n\nBut then he remembered Mewtwo’s little bargain. He had to be obedient, and then Mewtwo would obey him. If he stopped his part of the deal, stopped obeying the psychic type, and started trying to fight her again, then she would make him resign from being a trainer. He had no idea what would happen t his Pokémon, but they’d probably be given to some professor somewhere, or be let loose into the wild again to await capture by someone else, someone who might not be nearly as kind to them as he was. Pete couldn’t let that happen.\n\nSo he stood completely still and compliant, not voicing so much as a single complaint. He watched his Pokémon gradually nod in agreement to Mewtwo’s idea of teaching him a lesson. Despite himself, the trainer couldn’t help but be a little curious as to what the psychic type had in mind for a lesson. Something to do with pain? Humiliation? The only thing he was sure about was that it was going to be difficult at times, and he would be tested to his limits of obedience.\n\nAs she received the last nod from Blaziken, Mewtwo nodded back. “Good, I was hoping that you all would see it my way. For now, I think that we’ll need to go one on one with him. We’ll just have to take this somewhere a little more…public…for the lesson to have the right effect with him, I think.” She turned her head to the Alakazam. “Oh, you still have your teleport move, I see. If you would take us to…hmm…Viridian Forest, in the Kanto region, I think we would be set.”\n\nAlakazam looked about as surprised as Pete felt. He didn’t know whether the Mewtwo had picked up the information about his best psychic – besides her – having the teleport move from him or from the Pokémon, but it was disturbing. She picked through minds so fast that there was no chance of hiding something once it was thought of. She caught it before the person thinking it did. \n\nNevertheless, the possibilities of that ability in battle would be limitless. If he had a Pokémon that could predict what its opponent would do before the opponent could make a move, then there was no chance of losing. He could take on the entire elite trainer corp of every region with Mewtwo alone, as long as he kept her well healed.\n\nShe turned her head to him with a smile, doubtlessly hearing everything he thought. Well, it was all truth.\n\nThe room filled with light as Alakazam tapped her spoons together, the teleport move grabbing hold of every one of them and pulling them across a massive amount of land in the space of an instant. When the light faded again, countless shades of green had completely replaced the colors of his house, and the sounds of bug Pokémon and trees rustling filled Pete’s ears. They were in the Viridian Forest, alright.\n\nIn the distance, he was half sure that he could hear other trainers going about their business, catching a few new Pokémon in this little training ground. It wasn’t really a training ground, but for him, he considered places like the Viridian Forest, or Sprout Tower in Johto, to be training areas for the early trainers who were still getting their first badges. They wouldn’t be any sort of bother to him, particularly with all the strong Pokémon that he had here.\n\nUnless…\n\nMewtwo had mentioned that the ‘lesson’ would work better in a public place. That meant that she wanted there to be a risk of him being seen doing whatever she was going to ask him to do. Command him to do, more like, he realized. And if she wanted someone to see it, it meant that it was probably going to be a little bit humiliating, or probably a lot humiliating, for that matter.\n\nShe looked away from the Alakazam, smiling at him. “If you have such a strong fantasy for your Pokémon, and for me, then we’ll see how you do indulging them. But keep in mind, anyone can come down the paths here. And we decide what happens to you, one by one. Your pet psychic here,” she said, gesturing to the Alakazam, who bristled her mustache a little bit at that particular name, “will be allowed to go first. Then your Golduck. We’ll see what happens after that.”\n\nThe legendary Pokémon smiled at him once more before sliding over to the nearest stump and seating herself on it. Pete looked from her to his Alakazam and took a deep breath. He didn’t know what his favorite psychic would want, or even accept, but he hoped that it would be good for the both of them. He kind of had to hope for something like that. \n\nHowever, before he could ask Alakazam what she wanted him to do, she took matters into her own hands. Raising her spoons, she lashed out with a psybeam that shoved him back over twenty feet. The sheer force of the blast knocked him to his knees, and he gasped for breath. Wrapping an arm around his stomach, Pete looked up to ask what the hell that was for.\n\nRather than seeing his Pokémon by the tree she’d started at, he looked up to see the brown, dirtied foot of his Pokémon less than half a foot in front of his face. His eyes went wide at the way the underside looked, the brown skin almost soft despite the bits of calluses that covered it on the heel and on the tips of the toes. Most of the underside had some level of dirt on it, but the spots between the toes were the worst, with almost solidified pieces of mud and who knew what else stuck to the skin there. In the back of his mind, he realized that his Alakazam hadn’t gotten a bath for a long time. Not that he had really thought about it – and he sort of liked it that way, considering that the Pokémon got a nice sort of musk smell when they went without bathing long enough – but now he was starting to rethink those thoughts. Without a bath, those feet were very dirty.\n\n“I always wondered if I had been seeing things in your head, back when I was a Kadabra and you used to give me foot massages,” the Alakazam said in his head. The psychics were the only ones that ever talked to him like this, and even then it wasn’t often. However, none of them had ever mentioned what he used to do when they were younger, and weaker, Pete realized. “You always were thinking of things that you’d like to do with my feet, but you’d always push them away before I could get a good look at them and understand. Now, you’re going to listen to me, Pete, and you’re going to do just what I say.”\n\nPete nodded, not daring to look away from the foot. He didn’t know what to think, so thankfully his mind was blank for the first time since he’d let the Mewtwo out of its poke'ball. Alakazam nodded back at him, and wiggled its toes. “I want you to lick my feet clean. Completely clean. Make sure that you get between the toes and the nails, and get all that dirt off. And don’t push those thoughts out of your head that you get. I want to learn what they are, so I can understand them,” she instructed. “After that…well, if you do a good job, I’ll see about picking something different that you might like.”\n\nShocked, Pete actually pulled his head up enough to look over the toes at Alakazam’s face. She almost seemed to be smiling at him, and despite his task, that did make him feel a little better.\n\nNot so much the Mewtwo, though. She floated herself to her feet and crossed her arms in disapproval. “That’s not fair, ‘kazam,” she said haughtily. “This is supposed to be a lesson for him, not some sort of reward.”\n\n“You said that we can pick what we make him do, Mewtwo,” Alakazam said back with a shrug of her shoulders. She pressed at her spoons lightly with her thumbs. “I want him to clean my feet, and if he does a good job, I think he should be rewarded for obeying so well. If you want, you can do something meaner on your turn, but this is what I want him to do, and how I’m going to make him do it.”\n\nMewtwo glared, but she couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t actually contradict what she’d already sit down. Grumbling in her telepathic voice, she sat down against the tree again. Apparently, she wasn’t so used to having her wishes thwarted. Pete couldn’t help but laugh, just a little bit, at the sight of the legendary Pokémon settling into what was nothing more than a pout. It was just a little cute, and more than a little bit funny.\n\nOf course, his mirth didn’t last that long, as he was turned back towards the Alakazam with a little psychic pull. Her other foot pulled off of the ground and pushed towards him, she looked him in the eyes. “I’ll support myself with my psychic powers so you can work on both feet at once. Don’t take too long, now,” she said with a little smile. \n\nPete nodded a few times and slowly leaned in, pressing his nose against the undersides of the psychic type’s feet. He took a little smell, thinking that he might as well do this in a way that would let him enjoy it. Besides, Alakazam said that she wanted to learn. She might as well see how he thought in action as well as in mind.\n\nThe bottoms of her feet smelled…dirty, yes, but also a little sweeter. They didn’t have the salty tang that most human feet had when they were dirty and unwashed, which sort of surprised him, but the familiar sort of musk was there, hidden underneath the little bit of sweetness. He smiled to himself, and slowly spread the toes on her right foot with his fingers. Despite the rather large lump of dirt between them, he dove his face into the little gap, his nostrils pressed right against the dirt as he took a large smell.\n\nAt the crevice between the toes, the smell was three times stronger. Pete swooned at the smell, pulling back to catch his breath and keep from getting dizzy. “Wow,” he muttered before slipping forward again. He smiled to himself before taking another smell, and another. The musky, yet sweet smell slipped into his nose easily, quickly, filling his mind with the unique tang of it. He actually moaned at it, having to hold onto the foot to keep from slipping back. If this was just how his Pokémon’s foot smelled, he felt that he might faint when he licked enough dirt away to actually taste her feet.\n\nStill, he couldn’t take too long at this. He could hear footsteps further back in the trees, and that could only mean that there were other trainers in the area. He didn’t want them to see him worshipping his Pokémon’s foot – because that was what he was doing, no matter how he might rationalize it to himself – so he shook his head to clear it. He needed to start cleaning it. \n\nBlushing at the thought of what he was about to do, Pete slowly leaned in close to the Alakazam’s feet. They were both rather dirty, but the one on the right seemed like it needed the cleaning a little more than the left. Thinking that he might as well get the bigger job done first, he leaned in until his lips pressed against the brown heel of the foot. He pressed his tongue out between his lips, and slowly dragged it up across the expanse of the foot, from heel to the base of the space between the toes.\n\nHis tongue collected a great deal of dirt along the way, half turned to mud from the sweat that the Pokémon’s foot let off and how long it had been on there. His tongue was a dark brown when he pulled back, and when he closed his mouth, he gagged on the muddy residue that was left. Forcing it back to the rear of his mouth, he gagged a few times before slowly swallowing it.\n\nThe trail that was left on the Pokémon’s foot was rather obvious, a much lighter color compared to the rest of the dirty skin. It made him giggle a little bit, but Pete wasted no time before going back to work. His tongue scraped more than it lapped, since the dirt was so dug into the flesh, but he was getting it off, little bit by little bit, and thankfully it wasn’t making him gag after that first swallow.\n\nAnd though he wasn’t quite sure, he was pretty sure that his Alakazam was enjoying the attention. She squirmed a little bit on her psychic cushion, and even though she wasn’t making any sounds, she had the same look on her face that she had when she was enjoying her favorite treats. It also looked a little bit like when he used to rub her feet back when she was a Kadabra. Nostalgia…was there anything like it?\n\nChuckling to himself, Pete finished with one last lick to the left foot and moved onto the right. Rather than start on the heel and work his way up, this time he busied himself with the toes and worked his way down. The two toes were wiggling as he licked and nibbled around them, even digging his way under the nail a little bit. There was some cheesy stuff in there, enough to make him gag again, but at least there wasn’t much. It tasted rancid, bitter, and it almost undid him before he managed to get it to go down his throat.\n\nHis confidence shaken slightly, he moved along to the spot between her toes. That was where most of the dirt built up, rather than at the bottom of the foot as one might expect. While the bottom of the foot was bigger, and it was a little sweatier, it was also much flatter and couldn’t get as good a grip on the dust. This spot however had the toes to clench together, and when it was wet with sweat, like it usually was, it turned into a dirt trap. \n\nThankfully, it was all dirt, without the cheese stuff that had been under the toes. Nibbling and licking it away gradually, Pete occasionally stole a glance up at Alakazam’s face. There was no question now that she was enjoying this, though whether it was him being submissive to her or having her feet cleaned or both was up for argument. Either way, he was glad that she was enjoying herself.\n\nEven when the spot between the toes was cleaned – and his tongue was covered in muddy dirt – Pete continued to lick around the space. Every time that he licked at the little bits of skin between the toes, every time that he nibbled along the sensitive flesh, he felt Alakazam twitch her leg a little bit, and he saw her arms tremble slightly, as though she wanted to reach down for something. He smiled, and moaned softly, his mind filled with the salty, semi-sweet taste of the mud and muck and Pokémon feet, and the smell of the musk and stronger sweetness from those same feet. He wanted…he needed to keep doing this, he felt.\n\nBut as he lifted the foot up a little bit to start working down to her heel, Alakazam stopped him with a gesture of her hand. She released her platform, standing on the ground again with a soft smile on her face. “That was really good,” she said with a smile, her voice slightly shaky. Then again, she was slightly shaky, a small blush on her face as she looked down at him. She reached down between her legs, and for the first time, Pete watched as she fingered herself. \n\nHe had always known that Pokémon had the same basic genitalia that humans did, but it was a rare sight for him to actually get a look at one, and he’d never gotten as good a look as he was getting right now. His Pokémon was fingering her pussy just a foot or two away from his face, and he could smell the arousal that was just rolling off of her.\n\nLooking up at her face, he blushed. “Did…I do well enough for that reward that you mentioned?” he asked. “I really did my best for you, and I didn’t keep those thoughts back, just like you asked me to.”\n\nShe looked down at him with a little smile, and patted his cheek with the tip of a spoon. “You did fine. Now, lie down on your back, and unbutton your pants. We’re going to…oh, what is the term that you humans have for it? Ah, yes. We’re going to 69.”\n\nHis pants tented heavily at the thought of doing that with one of his Pokémon. The specific one didn’t matter, just that he was doing it with one of them. Pete blushed heavily as he laid on his back, hurriedly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His member popped up as soon as he pulled his boxers down, throbbing and bouncing a little bit from how horny he had gotten while licking Alakazam’s feet. \n\nPete’s blush deepened. He didn’t know how big Pokémon could get, but he knew that he wasn’t much more than average, if that. Six inches long and average thickness, he didn’t have much to give below the waist. \n\nAt least his Pokémon wasn’t laughing, and he didn’t hear any sign of laughter or mirth from the others in the team. Either he had a decent enough size, or they were nice enough to not want him to feel bad. That was a good sign. At least they weren’t so mad at him that they had stopped caring about his feelings. If things had gone that far, he would have taken a stand, threats or not.\n\nHe watched as Alakazam walked around him, her feet at either side of his head. Her legs were spread just enough for him to get a great glance at the pussy that was waiting for him. It was small, smaller than a human adults would be, but it was still recognizable enough. He could even make out the clit from where he was laying. This wasn’t going to be too hard, he supposed. His eyes locked with the little wet slit as his Pokémon slid down, slowly kneeling before laying over him. Her weight wasn’t all that much, not worth mentioning in how much it restricted his movements, for which he was greatly. \n\nAs he felt her hand slowly wrap around his member, Pete leaned forward and took a closer look at the slit that waited for him. It was clean, very clean, and also very wet. He chuckled as he realized just how much she must have loved that foot play. Maybe she would like him to do that in the future. If she did, he’d be more than happy to oblige.\n\nShe wiggled her hips back towards him, touching his nose with her soaking nether lips. Blushing a little bit at his inattention, Pete kissed her clitoris before patting her rump. “I get the message. Less thinking, more licking.” With a deep breath, he craned his neck and took a long slow lick from her clitoris to the bottom tip of her pussy lips.\n\nThe Alakazam shuddered heavily at the lick, and arched her back as she pushed back against him. Pete’s entire face was smothered against the psychic type’s genitals, forcing him to lick and lap at her sensitive parts quickly to get her to move again, to adjust her position enough for him to get a good breath.\n\nHis sudden near asphyxiation didn’t seem to bother her all that much, but he couldn’t find it in him to berate her for her behavior. Particularly when she pulled the tip of his cock into her mouth.\n\nThe sudden sensation of warm mouth and licking tongue made him arch his back this time, and he moaned into her pussy, lips vibrating softly and making her moan in turn. Pete could already feel himself pre-ing into the psychic type’s mouth from the sheer pleasure that he was getting. For a moment, he felt Mewtwo glaring at him. Despite the anger in that gaze, however, he soon forgot about it. What the hell? This was probably the only time that he was ever going to do this, and if he was going to be forced into it, he might as well enjoy it as much as possible.\n\nEven as Alakazam bobbed her head up and down on his cock, Pete stuck his tongue as deep into his Pokémon’s pussy as he could reach. It was hot and wet inside, even more so than it was on the outer lips, and he couldn’t believe the tastes that were exploding on his tongue. So wet, so musky with arousal and need; she wanted this as much as he did, if not more. She might even be said to need this, he would bet. Did Pokémon go into heat? Maybe that was what was happening to his Alakazam.\n\n“It’s not…it’s not heat, Pete,” she said as she flicked her tongue around his cock head, teasing it but not letting him get too excited too quickly. “I just…I want this…give me more…more!” she cried in his head. Her thighs tightened around his head, pulling him in yet deeper, his nose pressing between her legs as his tongue plumbed her depths. Every time that he licked a particularly good place, he felt a psychic moan in his head, and the thought that he was giving her this much pleasure only made him feel that much harder, that much more aroused.\n\nBefore long, she was bouncing up and down on his face, humping against it. Her juices slid down around his lips and cheeks, staining him with the scent of her horny pussy. But despite that, she never stopped suckling along his cock, her strange shaped tongue lapping around the head and digging into that sensitive spot just under it, her hands rubbing up along the base and stimulating what wasn’t quite fitting into her mouth.\n\nWith all of that, it didn’t take him long to cum. Arching his back and moaning into the hot pussy covering his mouth, Pete came with a vengeance. He could feel his cock pulsing and quivering inside of his Alakazam’s mouth, spewing several shots of cum before slowly beginning to soften.\n\nEither the psychic type really liked the taste, or she was that close and his sudden moan into her pussy set her off, because she came with him. Her juices squirted out with tremendous force, pushing his head back and against the ground of the forest again. He didn’t dare open his eyes as the squirts continued, lest he get blinded from the force of her orgasm. It couldn’t last too much longer….he thought.\n\nIt could.\n\nAfter almost a full minute of enduring spasmodic bursts of pussy juice and feeling the psychic type squirming and trembling from pleasure atop him, Pete felt her slowly dismount his face. He opened his eyes, first one, then the other, to make sure that she was alright.\n\nShe was fine. She just was a little dizzy from the orgasm. She smiled at him in thanks, then stepped out of the way as the Golduck walked over. The water/psychic mix looked down at him with a smile, and just about stomped his face as she took her place above him. \n\nUnlike Alakazam and Mewtwo, she couldn’t talk to him, but she could talk to one of the others, and then he would get a psychic translation. He would have preferred to get something directly from the female, but if this was the way to keep him from screwing up the orders, then he was going to take what he could get.\n\nGolduck grunted at him, holding her foot directly on his face. The blue toes were webbed, and that prevented them from collecting dirt quite as heavily as Alakazam’s had. However, they were a great deal smellier, sending a wave of musk over his senses. For a water type, the Golduck’s feet were definitely rank, as if they hadn’t been washed for years. Well, they probably hadn’t been, he considered, since they hadn’t been near anything that would have allowed that for a while. He didn’t let them use his shower, after all, and that would have been the only place outside of a Pokémon center where they would even had the chance for that.\n\nHe didn’t need to get a translation when the Golduck grunted at him again, pinching his nose between two of her webbed toes as she ground the underside of her foot against his face. She wanted him to clean her feet, and then they would get onto the main task.\n\nIt was much the same as with Alakazam’s, he found. Long licks from the heel towards the toes were the trick, collecting as much dirt and musk as he could get before pulling it into his mouth and swallowing it down. His stomach wasn’t rejecting the messy stuff yet, but he was pretty sure that it was only a matter of time before that would happen. He would need to clean those feet quickly so that he didn’t have to worry about throwing up.\n\nAs much as the actions required were similar though, the taste was completely different, as were the reactions. With Alakazam, he had gotten the taste of mud and dirt, but not that much taste of feet or anything like the musk. The tastes had been present, yes, but they hadn’t been as strong as the tastes of the mess he had been cleaning up. On Golduck’s feet, however, the taste of exertion, sweat, and musk was much stronger, overwhelming his tongue and senses with every single lick. He had to take a break just to get his head to stop spinning after he reached the toes, panting softly as he got himself back under control.\n\nEvery lick pulled a footy, musky, sweaty, salty taste back, overwhelming what there was to clean off of those blue skinned feet. Pete panted to himself, shaking and even trembling a little bit from his own arousal from licking his Pokémon’s feet. He would have thought that he would be spent from his orgasm from Alakazam sucking him off, but apparently his body was still ready for more. \n\nSo focused was he on the Golduck’s sweaty blue foot that he didn’t even notice her starting to finger herself, nor did he see that she was moving from a standing position to a reclining one until he felt her free foot rub against his cock. Then he jumped, because he had most definitely not expected that, and he looked past the foot in his face at the water type.\n\nShe only grinned at him, and shoved her foot back in his face. The message was clear. Don’t stop cleaning.\n\nSo he didn’t. He went back to licking and sucking on the wet flesh, cleaning away every hint of grime and dirt and musk, even going so far as to pull her toes into his mouth as much as he could to suck away the dirt on them. That was hard, considering that he had to be careful of the webbing, but at least he managed to keep the tips of the toes from being dirty. That was a step in the right direction, and the taste there, while a little cheesy, was good enough to make him tingle from his head to his toes.\n\nPete wanted this to continue, and he almost moaned in distress as the foot in his face was pulled away. But it was replaced by the other foot, so he calmed down. Sighing in contentment, he repeated the process. This foot was better, he thought, as there was fresher sweat on it, and the taste of the water Pokémon’s feet was actually pretty good. Yeah, it was a lot like licking another foot, almost tasting like human feet, but the musk was different, and the taste of the sweat differentiated it enough for his tastes. Grinning to himself, he leaned forward and nuzzled between the toes, digging his nose in to find the sweetest of the sweaty spots to fill his nose with the strong musk.\n\nEventually, however, he ran out of cleaning to do. The Golduck’s feet were perfectly clean, if one ignored the drying saliva on them, and he had to move onto something else. What that was going to be, he didn’t know yet, but he was pretty sure that it was going to be something both good and exceedingly humiliating, just like the last thing that he had to do. He could still hear the footsteps of the trainers out in the woods, and their voices as well, and he didn’t even want to think of how much trouble he’d be in if they came around here and saw his Golduck doing who knew what to him.\n\nShe backed away from him, and he watched her with glazed over eyes. Pete realized that he was still panting, and he tried to force himself to calm down. It didn’t work, of course.\n\nGolduck looked at Mewtwo, and she made a few little sounds, sounding like a question to the trainer. He wondered just what she was asking the legendary psychic type to do. Must have been something interesting. “Why can’t we find a way to just understand or learn Pokémon speech,” he muttered under his breath.\n\nHis question went unanswered as a bunch of vines from the tree above fell on top of him. They wrapped around him securely, wrapping around his chest and yanking him back against the tree. Some roots came out of the ground and wrapped around his ankles as well, pinning them down to the ground to keep them from moving. There was a small tint of purple around the tree roots and around the vines, so he was pretty sure that the Mewtwo was using her psychic powers to move them.\n\nHis Golduck approached him with a wide smile on her face, and kneeled down between his spread legs. She reached out and touched his hard, twitching cock with one of her paws. Talking in poke-language, and being translated by either the Mewtwo or the Alakazam, she said, “You know, it’s nice seeing you being the one helpless for a change. Usually its one of us Pokémon in a battle, helpless to stop the opponent from doing something to us, whether it be an attack or something else equally painful or humiliating. Now, you’re the one stuck, and I can do anything I want to you.” She smiled a little bit, her fingers wrapping slowly around his cock. Those blue fingers were soft, almost a little slimy from how slick they felt against his member. “I would almost call this sexy…but heck, I’m so horny right now that I would jump on anything that had a dick. I’ll just have to figure it out later, next time you’re in the shower, maybe, whether you’re actually sexy in my eyes.”\n\nShe surprised him by letting go of his cock when it started to leak pre-cum and moved forward still closer. She straddled him as she moved closer, grinding her pussy – a very wet pussy, he realized – against his shaft. Every move was slow, teasing, rubbing her moisture against him as his leaking pre rubbed into her pussy. They were both getting very slick, very wet, and he had no doubt that he was going to slide into her very easily if she wanted that.\n\nBut she was in no hurry. Golduck ground against him softly, slowly, her hands clenching, her fingers digging into his shoulders for support. Loud in her pleasure, she moaned her name over and over in his ears. There were times when she slid her pussy all the way up to the top of his dick, rubbing the tip of his member against her nether lips, and those were the times that he thought that he was actually going to get something, but she always slid back down before he actually could penetrate her. Groaning, he begged, pleaded with her to allow him to penetrate her, but she never answered.\n\nHe didn’t know how long his Pokémon decided to tease him, but eventually she moved forward. Her chest pressed against his, and he realized that this was the moment. He was finally going to get what he wanted!\n\nWithout any more warning than that, she plunged herself down. Pete gasped against her, feeling himself enveloped inside of her warm, wet insides, already quivering and clamping down onto his member. He started shooting pre almost instantly, filling her with it. She didn’t give him any time to get used to the feeling, either, already pulling up and pushing down again inside of a second.\n\nEvery time he entered her, there was a wet sound, loud enough for the other Pokémon to hear and smile at. He blushed a little bit, knowing that a good bit of the juices in her that was causing the sound came from him, and he was only giving her more and more every time she bounced on his cock. God, but she was so warm and tight inside, milking him for all that he was worth. Her pussy squeezed constantly, only varying in where it was squeezing him, sometimes at the head, sometimes at the base, sometimes at the center of his shaft, but always squeezing.\n\nPete tried to pull his arms forward to wrap them around the Golduck, to try to speed her up, to do something to push them both towards climax a little faster, but the vines held him back tightly. No matter how hard he struggled, no matter how hard he tried, he was stuck against the tree. He moaned softly, and tried to hump his hips up to meet her bouncing motions, but that was just as futile. The vines and the roots had him stuck tight, and there was nothing he could do to fight against that.\n\nClosing his eyes as his own climax finally snuck up on him, Pete groaned as he came. His member pulsed and quivered inside of the Golduck, who never stopped riding him. However, she was moving so erratically and shakily that she slipped off of his cock with a moan of her own. The last shot of his cum splatted against her thigh as she fell down between his legs, panting and quivering. She must have been cumming right then, Pete realized with a grunt. Even though he had stopped shooting, his cock quivered in the cool forest air, almost begging to continue, even as Pete pleaded for that not to happen.\n\nThe other Pokémon walked over and helped the Golduck to her feet, supporting her until she could stand on her own. Slowly, some of the cum that he had pumped into her started leaking out of her pussy and running down her thigh, running down to the forest floor. She didn’t even seem to notice that it was happening, nor did she notice that it was starting to stick to her feet. The feet that he had just cleaned.\n\nMewtwo smiled at the other Pokémon and walked over to him. Pete tensed up at her closer proximity, unable to look up very well due to his bonds. As a result, he was facing straight forward at her pussy. It was much more visible now, probably because she was looking quite aroused and ready for her own turn.\n\n“Hehe, so you have a mind after all, don’t you, trainer,“ she said in his head, giggling to herself. She patted his thigh lightly with her foot, while one of her hands spread her nether lips so that the smell of her arousal filled the air easily. “Well, why don’t you take a guess what I’m going to do to you…?”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Trainer is Trained

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Draconicon

Chapter 1

“One more time, Golduck! Hydro Pump!” Pete shouted.

His Pokémon didn’t hesitate. A vast gush of water pumped out of its mouth within a second of his command, and Pete watched with a smile as it slammed his Pokémon’s opponent across the room and against the wall on the other side. The Mewtwo had been giving every one of his team a good work out, but finally, the end of the battle was in site.

He let his Golduck continue the Hydro Pump for a little bit longer before finally commanding her to stop. The spray finished and the Mewtwo slumped down the rocky wall.

Now was the time. Pete reached into his pocket and pulled out a specific poke’ball that he had been saving since that executive had gifted him with it. The Master Ball; the only thing strong enough to hold something of legendary strength like this. If there had been time and he had a fortune, he might have tried this with Ultra Balls or something like that, but in lieu of that, this would do. In fact, it would probably work better.

He pressed the button along the middle, felt the poke’ball expand in his hand, and leaned back. “Master Ball, go!” he muttered.  

The Mewtwo was in the process of getting back to its feet as the Master Ball collided with its chest. He could tell that the Pokémon didn’t want to be caught, but once hit by this particular capture ball, there was no chance of escape. That was a guarantee.

Still, he had a small degree of nervousness as he watched the poke'ball shift and shake back and forth. This one was a fighter, more than any of the rest of his team had been. Even when the Master Ball actually stopped moving and held still with the tell-tale ding of a successful capture, Pete hesitated before picking it up. It almost seemed too goo to be true.

The poke'ball seemed to shift back and forth in his hand, but he couldn’t actually see any movement. He must have been imagining things, he decided. “Come on, Golduck,” Pete said, gesturing at the blue Pokémon that was almost as tall as he was. “Let’s get going.” He raised the poke'ball that was Golduck’s home on the go, and the laser soon brought the water psychic type back inside. Then it was just a quick press of a button and he could place it back at his belt.

Pete took a moment to look around the small room of the cave. He had spent almost a week in here hunting down that Mewtwo, chasing it down waterfalls and around whirlpools, and more than that, weakening it with every trick that he could think of. Double teaming it with two of his Pokémon against one, triple teaming, occasionally. He had not pulled any punches, and even so, the Mewtwo had almost gotten away.

But that was the past, Pete thought to himself with a smile. He looked at the Master Ball again, and chuckled. Tossing it up and down a few times before putting it at his waist with the rest of his Pokémon, the trainer looked around the small abandoned room of the Unknown Dungeon before finally turning to leave.

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After leaving the dungeon, it took him a long time to get back home. First he had to travel all the way from Cerulean City back to Saffron, and from there, he had to take the express train back to the Johto region. And even after that, he still had to fly back to a little house that he kept at Mt. Silver. Having Pokémon that could move around so quickly was helpful, but it still took time to get from place to place.

The only stop he made was a quick trip to a Pokémon center, dropping off a Fearow  and picking up his Alakazam. Some trainers would have said that having two psychic types on a team was a little overkill, but he was more of the opinion that they were just enough. Besides, he wanted his Pokémon to get into the habit of knowing one another, and he was already sure that his Alakazam would think that she was being replaced by the admittedly more powerful legendary Pokémon.

“Well, she’ll just have to get over that,” Pete said under his breath as he opened the door of his house. It was a small place, almost more like a cottage than a real house. There were only three rooms inside, and those were the bedroom/bathroom combination, the den, and the kitchen. There wasn’t really any need for further room, in Pete’s mind. His Pokémon weren’t out of their balls often when they were here with him, and when they were, they spent most of their time outside. He wasn’t sure just what they did, but he was pretty sure that they were fighting and training with the other Pokémon of the mountain, getting themselves stronger and stronger so that they couldn’t lose in battle.

Well, that was going to change today. He needed to see how well his new legendary would perform, and Mt. Silver seemed to be the place to test it. It had some better fighters on it than in the Unknown Dungeon, and it was filled with all sorts of Pokémon that the Mewtwo would be familiar with. In some of the other places he’d been, that wouldn’t be the case. Best to start slow.

Pete reached down to his belt and removed every one of the poke'balls, setting them inside of a dresser drawer. The only one that remained in sight was the Master Ball with his Mewtwo.

He was trembling in excitement, he realized, and with good reason. The other legendary Pokémon that he had managed to catch – Zapdos, Suicune, and others – had been free for so long, and had been the top of their class for so much time, that they didn’t know how to obey. He’d been forced to bring them to heel before they would listen to him, and he was sure that he would have to do the same thing with this one, and it was sure to be a hard struggle. After all, Mewtwo was a good deal stronger, both mentally and in sheer power, than most any other Pokémon that he’d faced. This was going to be a real battle of wills.

Pete suddenly felt a tug at his mind, some part of him considering taking the Master Ball outside and letting the Mewtwo go free. He might have tamed some of the more ordinary legendary Pokémon, but this was something that wasn’t entirely natural. Who knew what could happen?

It took him a moment, but he managed to dismiss that as completely irrational. After all, Mewtwo was a Pokémon, nothing more and nothing less. Yes, there were rumors that someone had genetically manufactured him, but that was something that never had been proven. As far as he was concerned, it was impossible. A Pokémon was a Pokémon, and that was that.

Despite his logic, it took more than a little bit of courage to actually press the button on the ball and call the psychic Pokémon out of its bonds.

The familiar white flicker of light announced the Mewtwo’s emergence, and Pete forced the giddy grin off of his face, putting on a firm frown instead. He waited until the light had almost completely solidified, giving him a good glimpse of the Pokémon’s features, before speaking. “Mewtwo, I’m your master now,” he said simply. “You’ll do what I say, and together we’re going to win a lot of Pokémon battles. Do you understand me?”

Mewtwo slowly stood up, and Pete had to fight back a surprised blink as he realized that this Mewtwo, unlike most of his Pokémon, had a clearly showing gender. There was a camel toe of sorts around the psychic Pokémon’s nether regions, almost like a human’s pussy hidden behind some sort of cloth. But that was impossible, he thought to himself, and shook his head slightly. “Do you understand me, Mewtwo?” he asked again.

The white and purple Pokémon just stared at him. Her body was completely still, though her tail looked like it was being held under tight control. Probably wanted to twitch it, he supposed. Her eyes stared deep into his, holding the familiar contempt that he saw in Alakazam’s eyes whenever he did something stupid, only magnified about thirty times.

In that glance, Pete realized several things. First, he was standing without the slightest bit of defense for himself if the Mewtwo turned hostile, except for its poke'ball. Second, Mewtwo didn’t look like it wanted to obey orders in the slightest.

Third, and worst of all, this was a psychic Pokémon that could see everything that he was thinking, and could probably make him think things as well.

That thought just barely made it across his mind before being followed by a soft chuckle. If it had been out loud, it would have sounded almost like the voice of a good looking woman. In his head, it sounded…scary, powerful. Almost like a queen’s voice would sound, he imagined. “My, my, but you are an arrogant one of your species if you think you can tell me what to do,” Mewtwo said in his mind.

He almost fell flat on his butt at those words. For a moment, he froze, but then remembered the Master Ball. He had to get Mewtwo back inside immediately.

However, he’d barely reached down a few inches before his hand stopped in place. Pete looked up at the Mewtwo, and saw a glowing blue ball around her paw. “Ah ah ah, human,” she said in his head, her voice filled with laughter. “I can’t let you just put me back in the poke'ball now, can I? I mean, you captured me. I think it’s only fair that I have some fun with you before I start having to take your orders. Now, let’s see, how can I do that…”

Pete wasn’t listening very closely to Mewtwo’s words, or at least was trying not to. It was futile to try and get out of this, he was sure, but he had to try, right? And just because the Pokémon over there could read his every thought didn’t mean that she could stop him from going through with one. No Pokémon was all powerful, not even the legendary ones, or he wouldn’t have been able to catch it.

Right?

But try as he might, he couldn’t think of a single plan that might have even the slightest chance of getting him out of this little predicament, and the longer that the Mewtwo remained silent, the more nervous he got, and the more nervous he got, the harder it was to think. What was the worst, however, was the way that the Mewtwo was staring at him. As she’d finished ‘speaking’ earlier, she’d reclined on his couch – the single bit of comfortable furniture in the room – and crossed her legs. She stared at him, not like he was a person, but like he was a tool. It was the way that a lot of craftsmen looked at the tools they had before taking up a project, evaluating what they could and couldn’t do.

Despite his situation, he couldn’t help but look down at the legendary Pokémon in front of him. She was rather a beautiful specimen of her species, that was for sure, and he wouldn’t have minded looking at her a little longer in better circumstances. Her body had lots of plump curves, nothing fatty, but enough to definitely define the parts of her body, and the purple white coloration was definitely a positive.

What really drew his attention, however, was not her body, but something much lower. No, not the junction of her legs, though that was something he wouldn’t mind seeing, he realized. His eyes drifted further and further down until they stopped right on the Mewtwo’s dainty feet.

White-gray like a good bit of her body, the feet were quite clean for what kind of life the Mewtwo must have led. Yes, there was a fair bit of dust and dirt on them, and they looked like they were a little wet from sweat as well, but that was to be expected. There were no rough spots or bloody spots or even any scars, and there should have been, considering that the Mewtwo had been living in a cave with a great deal of sharp rock.

Try as he might, Pete couldn’t pull his attention away from the feet in front of him. Mewtwo had reclined yet more, and her feet were pointed right at him. Maybe she was doing it on purpose, he thought after a moment, but he discarded that. A Pokémon, particularly one that had been captured, wasn’t going to tease its trainer in a way that would excite them. This one, in particular, had no reason to be that nice to him. She would be more likely to do something to hurt him than to excite him, and besides, she didn’t-

“Didn’t what? Know that you had a foot fetish?” Pete almost jumped out of his skin at the soft words in his head again, and blushed heavily. “Oh, yes, I know that you have one. I know every little secret that you have in there, every little humiliating detail that you’ve kept from every person in your life. I think I can see why, too. How could you ever be respected if it was known that you were a poke-phile, and one with so many degrading needs, too? No matter how many battles you’d win, you’d never be able to look at anyone with any self-respect again, would you?”

Her words and her laughter made Pete blush harder than he could ever remember blushing in his life. Even that little point with Alakazam a few weeks back, when she’d seen a memory of bedwetting in his past, hadn’t been as bad as this. There was no way that he was getting out of this, when his Pokémon was reading his thoughts before he could finish them.

And even though he was blushing, he couldn’t stop staring at her feet!

The Mewtwo smirked at him, and slowly floated herself off of the couch. Reaching out with one leg, she tapped his nose with one toe. With it that close, Pete couldn’t help himself, and he leaned forward just a little, pressing his nose against the soft underside of the Pokémon’s foot and taking a sniff. He made it long and hard, wanting to get as good a whiff as he could.

The smell was bitter, yet salty; musky, yet somewhat clean as well. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that her feet weren’t quite so dirty as they could be. She floated, after all, and that probably kept her from getting her feet as filthy as they should have- no, could have been. Don’t think about that, don’t think about that, he muttered to himself in his head. If he didn’t think about things, maybe there was a chance that the Mewtwo wouldn’t be able to pick them out of his head quite so easily.

However, despite his idea to keep his thoughts in line, he couldn’t control his body, particularly when the object of many wet dreams was right in front of his face. True, he hadn’t always thought about Mewtwo feet, but Pokémon feet in general were something that he got off to on a regular basis, and when was the next time that he was going to have the chance to smell and worship at the feet of a Pokémon so sexy as his new legendary one?

“Sooner than you’d think, human,” she said with a little smile. “You know, I don’t think that your Pokémon should go with you in ignorance of the lust that you have for them. I think that if you want to keep your Pokémon, you should let them know what you’re thinking every time that you send them into battle.”

He stopped in mid-sniff, staring up between the toes at his Pokémon. She wanted…she wanted him to admit to the Pokémon that he kept around all the time that he had the hots for them? She wanted him to reveal that closely guarded secret? He couldn’t even speak.

Not that he had to. “It’s your choice, of course, but you might want to keep in mind that I am a psychic type. You might have the loyalty of a few others – oh, an Alakazam…must be a submissive one – but I’m not obliged to follow your orders. I don’t follow those I don’t respect, and right now, you don’t deserve one bit of my respect. If you want to earn my obedience, you’re going to have to spend a little bit of time doing what I tell you to do. Do that, and then I’ll follow your orders. But if you don’t…if you don’t, then I think that I’ll have to be the trainer.” She laughed again, probably at the dumbfounded look on his face. “Don’t think it’s possible? Well, I’ll show you how its possible later, if you mess up.”

Pete just stared at her. She was basically threatening him with the worst nightmare of any trainer that ever walked the world of Pokémon. Either he submitted to her and followed her orders, or she would make him give up his dream and job of being a Pokémon trainer. Neither option was something that he would enjoy. Yes, he could submit to her and hope that it was a short time following orders, but it was still a total humiliation. Pokémon were not supposed to give orders to people, that was just the way it was.

But she had him trapped. She was a strong enough psychic type to control him, and she could make his body do whatever she wanted. Hell, she could probably control his mind enough to make him think that it was his own idea to quit, though it wouldn’t really be necessary if she could control his body.

In face of that, there was really no choice at all. He bowed his head in defeat.

As he lowered his head, he felt her press her foot against the back of his head. The pressure was enough to actually force his head further and further down until he was pressing his forehead to the floor. In this position, it looked like he was kneeling to her, bowing down to her like she was a queen.

And if he were totally frank with himself, Pete had to admit that was what she was. She was the queen of his life, and what happened to him depended wholly and completely on her whim.

He heard the little chuckle in his head again as the foot was removed from the back of his skull. “I’m glad that we understand each other. Now, get over to that little drawer you put all your other poke’balls in. I want to meet the rest of your team and let them know what kind of pervert they’re working with.”

After standing up, he walked over to the little drawer with his Pokémon in it as if in a daze. The thought of using his Pokémon to get the Mewtwo under control barely occurred to him before it was completely dismissed. They had needed a full week to weaken the Mewtwo enough to capture her. Now, she was at full strength, and she was in complete control of the situation. Resistance was not just futile, it would be stupid.

A small part of his mind wondered if that was a planted thought, but it didn’t matter. It was the truth, and there was no fighting the truth.

The drawer opened smoothly, and he reached in, picking up the five poke’balls in one motion. He could almost feel the smugness flowing off of the Mewtwo as he turned around, holding out the balls to her. She looked down at them, and then gestured for him to let them all out.

He looked around the room. There would be room, barely.

He expanded them back to normal size, one by one, before letting each poke'ball drop to the ground. As soon as they hit the ground, they burst open and the Pokémon inside jumped out. They didn’t take long to shift from light to Pokémon form, and though he was still scared of the situation and what they were about to learn, Pete couldn’t help but feel a small burst of pride for the team that he had spent so long raising and putting together.

The five Pokémon with him had been at his side for so long. Alakazam, who he’d raised from an Abra, stood closest to him; next, Golduck, raised from a Psyduck, one of the newer members of the team; Blaziken, one of the most trusted members of the team and definitely one of the better looking. Rounding out the team were Medicham and Mr. Mime, the only Pokémon with him that had shoes of a sort, and thus kept him from ever seeing their bare feet.

Considering what Mewtwo was about to tell them, he was pretty sure that they were going to be happy about that.

Pete remained still under the questioning glances of his Pokémon, waiting for the outcome. When he didn’t speak, his team turned towards the Mewtwo that still lay across his couch. She smiled down at them and gestured gracefully at him. “Do you know what your trainer thinks whenever he looks at you? Do you know what he sees you as?” she asked.

Confused by the question, the Pokémon shrugged, one by one. The smile on the Mewtwo’s face grew wider, more toothy. “You don’t, hmm? Well, I think that it’s time you learned the truth about your trainer, there. You probably think that he’s a pretty decent being, for a human, and that he’s trained you fairly well. From what I saw, he probably makes sure that you’re all well healed after every battle, and makes sure that you never go without your food or your water. Caring of him, isn’t it?” She sneered, quite obviously thinking anything but. “Well, he may be all that, but he has another side, too.”

She floated off of the couch, shifting to an upright position. Her legs were still crossed, however, and she smiled at Pete. “He also looks at you as sex fantasies for him to get off on,” she revealed. That single telepathic revelation drew gasps from every one of the team, and made them look at him with condemning glances.

Pete wanted to sink into the ground, wanted something to fall from the sky and hit him in the head, something that would make him forget about this or at least make it so he wouldn’t have to think about it for a while. His thoughts apparently amused the legendary Pokémon, because she started giggling as soon as the thought entered his head. “Oh, he shouldn’t be so embarrassed. After all, he’s not the only human who does it, but he is the only one I’ve ever met that wanted to play around with the feet of his Pokémon more than stick his dick in them,” she said, her telepathic tone a little lighter, almost tittering. “I think that he needs a lesson about what Pokémon are for. What do you five think? A lesson is in order, don’t you agree?”

The human looked at his team, hoping to see some sign of understanding in their eyes, something that might tell him that they were going to let him get out of this without something extremely humiliating happening to them all.

But then he remembered Mewtwo’s little bargain. He had to be obedient, and then Mewtwo would obey him. If he stopped his part of the deal, stopped obeying the psychic type, and started trying to fight her again, then she would make him resign from being a trainer. He had no idea what would happen t his Pokémon, but they’d probably be given to some professor somewhere, or be let loose into the wild again to await capture by someone else, someone who might not be nearly as kind to them as he was. Pete couldn’t let that happen.

So he stood completely still and compliant, not voicing so much as a single complaint. He watched his Pokémon gradually nod in agreement to Mewtwo’s idea of teaching him a lesson. Despite himself, the trainer couldn’t help but be a little curious as to what the psychic type had in mind for a lesson. Something to do with pain? Humiliation? The only thing he was sure about was that it was going to be difficult at times, and he would be tested to his limits of obedience.

As she received the last nod from Blaziken, Mewtwo nodded back. “Good, I was hoping that you all would see it my way. For now, I think that we’ll need to go one on one with him. We’ll just have to take this somewhere a little more…public…for the lesson to have the right effect with him, I think.” She turned her head to the Alakazam. “Oh, you still have your teleport move, I see. If you would take us to…hmm…Viridian Forest, in the Kanto region, I think we would be set.”

Alakazam looked about as surprised as Pete felt. He didn’t know whether the Mewtwo had picked up the information about his best psychic – besides her – having the teleport move from him or from the Pokémon, but it was disturbing. She picked through minds so fast that there was no chance of hiding something once it was thought of. She caught it before the person thinking it did.

Nevertheless, the possibilities of that ability in battle would be limitless. If he had a Pokémon that could predict what its opponent would do before the opponent could make a move, then there was no chance of losing. He could take on the entire elite trainer corp of every region with Mewtwo alone, as long as he kept her well healed.

She turned her head to him with a smile, doubtlessly hearing everything he thought. Well, it was all truth.

The room filled with light as Alakazam tapped her spoons together, the teleport move grabbing hold of every one of them and pulling them across a massive amount of land in the space of an instant. When the light faded again, countless shades of green had completely replaced the colors of his house, and the sounds of bug Pokémon and trees rustling filled Pete’s ears. They were in the Viridian Forest, alright.

In the distance, he was half sure that he could hear other trainers going about their business, catching a few new Pokémon in this little training ground. It wasn’t really a training ground, but for him, he considered places like the Viridian Forest, or Sprout Tower in Johto, to be training areas for the early trainers who were still getting their first badges. They wouldn’t be any sort of bother to him, particularly with all the strong Pokémon that he had here.

Unless…

Mewtwo had mentioned that the ‘lesson’ would work better in a public place. That meant that she wanted there to be a risk of him being seen doing whatever she was going to ask him to do. Command him to do, more like, he realized. And if she wanted someone to see it, it meant that it was probably going to be a little bit humiliating, or probably a lot humiliating, for that matter.

She looked away from the Alakazam, smiling at him. “If you have such a strong fantasy for your Pokémon, and for me, then we’ll see how you do indulging them. But keep in mind, anyone can come down the paths here. And we decide what happens to you, one by one. Your pet psychic here,” she said, gesturing to the Alakazam, who bristled her mustache a little bit at that particular name, “will be allowed to go first. Then your Golduck. We’ll see what happens after that.”

The legendary Pokémon smiled at him once more before sliding over to the nearest stump and seating herself on it. Pete looked from her to his Alakazam and took a deep breath. He didn’t know what his favorite psychic would want, or even accept, but he hoped that it would be good for the both of them. He kind of had to hope for something like that.

However, before he could ask Alakazam what she wanted him to do, she took matters into her own hands. Raising her spoons, she lashed out with a psybeam that shoved him back over twenty feet. The sheer force of the blast knocked him to his knees, and he gasped for breath. Wrapping an arm around his stomach, Pete looked up to ask what the hell that was for.

Rather than seeing his Pokémon by the tree she’d started at, he looked up to see the brown, dirtied foot of his Pokémon less than half a foot in front of his face. His eyes went wide at the way the underside looked, the brown skin almost soft despite the bits of calluses that covered it on the heel and on the tips of the toes. Most of the underside had some level of dirt on it, but the spots between the toes were the worst, with almost solidified pieces of mud and who knew what else stuck to the skin there. In the back of his mind, he realized that his Alakazam hadn’t gotten a bath for a long time. Not that he had really thought about it – and he sort of liked it that way, considering that the Pokémon got a nice sort of musk smell when they went without bathing long enough – but now he was starting to rethink those thoughts. Without a bath, those feet were very dirty.

“I always wondered if I had been seeing things in your head, back when I was a Kadabra and you used to give me foot massages,” the Alakazam said in his head. The psychics were the only ones that ever talked to him like this, and even then it wasn’t often. However, none of them had ever mentioned what he used to do when they were younger, and weaker, Pete realized. “You always were thinking of things that you’d like to do with my feet, but you’d always push them away before I could get a good look at them and understand. Now, you’re going to listen to me, Pete, and you’re going to do just what I say.”

Pete nodded, not daring to look away from the foot. He didn’t know what to think, so thankfully his mind was blank for the first time since he’d let the Mewtwo out of its poke'ball. Alakazam nodded back at him, and wiggled its toes. “I want you to lick my feet clean. Completely clean. Make sure that you get between the toes and the nails, and get all that dirt off. And don’t push those thoughts out of your head that you get. I want to learn what they are, so I can understand them,” she instructed. “After that…well, if you do a good job, I’ll see about picking something different that you might like.”

Shocked, Pete actually pulled his head up enough to look over the toes at Alakazam’s face. She almost seemed to be smiling at him, and despite his task, that did make him feel a little better.

Not so much the Mewtwo, though. She floated herself to her feet and crossed her arms in disapproval. “That’s not fair, ‘kazam,” she said haughtily. “This is supposed to be a lesson for him, not some sort of reward.”

“You said that we can pick what we make him do, Mewtwo,” Alakazam said back with a shrug of her shoulders. She pressed at her spoons lightly with her thumbs. “I want him to clean my feet, and if he does a good job, I think he should be rewarded for obeying so well. If you want, you can do something meaner on your turn, but this is what I want him to do, and how I’m going to make him do it.”

Mewtwo glared, but she couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t actually contradict what she’d already sit down. Grumbling in her telepathic voice, she sat down against the tree again. Apparently, she wasn’t so used to having her wishes thwarted. Pete couldn’t help but laugh, just a little bit, at the sight of the legendary Pokémon settling into what was nothing more than a pout. It was just a little cute, and more than a little bit funny.

Of course, his mirth didn’t last that long, as he was turned back towards the Alakazam with a little psychic pull. Her other foot pulled off of the ground and pushed towards him, she looked him in the eyes. “I’ll support myself with my psychic powers so you can work on both feet at once. Don’t take too long, now,” she said with a little smile.

Pete nodded a few times and slowly leaned in, pressing his nose against the undersides of the psychic type’s feet. He took a little smell, thinking that he might as well do this in a way that would let him enjoy it. Besides, Alakazam said that she wanted to learn. She might as well see how he thought in action as well as in mind.

The bottoms of her feet smelled…dirty, yes, but also a little sweeter. They didn’t have the salty tang that most human feet had when they were dirty and unwashed, which sort of surprised him, but the familiar sort of musk was there, hidden underneath the little bit of sweetness. He smiled to himself, and slowly spread the toes on her right foot with his fingers. Despite the rather large lump of dirt between them, he dove his face into the little gap, his nostrils pressed right against the dirt as he took a large smell.

At the crevice between the toes, the smell was three times stronger. Pete swooned at the smell, pulling back to catch his breath and keep from getting dizzy. “Wow,” he muttered before slipping forward again. He smiled to himself before taking another smell, and another. The musky, yet sweet smell slipped into his nose easily, quickly, filling his mind with the unique tang of it. He actually moaned at it, having to hold onto the foot to keep from slipping back. If this was just how his Pokémon’s foot smelled, he felt that he might faint when he licked enough dirt away to actually taste her feet.

Still, he couldn’t take too long at this. He could hear footsteps further back in the trees, and that could only mean that there were other trainers in the area. He didn’t want them to see him worshipping his Pokémon’s foot – because that was what he was doing, no matter how he might rationalize it to himself – so he shook his head to clear it. He needed to start cleaning it.

Blushing at the thought of what he was about to do, Pete slowly leaned in close to the Alakazam’s feet. They were both rather dirty, but the one on the right seemed like it needed the cleaning a little more than the left. Thinking that he might as well get the bigger job done first, he leaned in until his lips pressed against the brown heel of the foot. He pressed his tongue out between his lips, and slowly dragged it up across the expanse of the foot, from heel to the base of the space between the toes.

His tongue collected a great deal of dirt along the way, half turned to mud from the sweat that the Pokémon’s foot let off and how long it had been on there. His tongue was a dark brown when he pulled back, and when he closed his mouth, he gagged on the muddy residue that was left. Forcing it back to the rear of his mouth, he gagged a few times before slowly swallowing it.

The trail that was left on the Pokémon’s foot was rather obvious, a much lighter color compared to the rest of the dirty skin. It made him giggle a little bit, but Pete wasted no time before going back to work. His tongue scraped more than it lapped, since the dirt was so dug into the flesh, but he was getting it off, little bit by little bit, and thankfully it wasn’t making him gag after that first swallow.

And though he wasn’t quite sure, he was pretty sure that his Alakazam was enjoying the attention. She squirmed a little bit on her psychic cushion, and even though she wasn’t making any sounds, she had the same look on her face that she had when she was enjoying her favorite treats. It also looked a little bit like when he used to rub her feet back when she was a Kadabra. Nostalgia…was there anything like it?

Chuckling to himself, Pete finished with one last lick to the left foot and moved onto the right. Rather than start on the heel and work his way up, this time he busied himself with the toes and worked his way down. The two toes were wiggling as he licked and nibbled around them, even digging his way under the nail a little bit. There was some cheesy stuff in there, enough to make him gag again, but at least there wasn’t much. It tasted rancid, bitter, and it almost undid him before he managed to get it to go down his throat.

His confidence shaken slightly, he moved along to the spot between her toes. That was where most of the dirt built up, rather than at the bottom of the foot as one might expect. While the bottom of the foot was bigger, and it was a little sweatier, it was also much flatter and couldn’t get as good a grip on the dust. This spot however had the toes to clench together, and when it was wet with sweat, like it usually was, it turned into a dirt trap.

Thankfully, it was all dirt, without the cheese stuff that had been under the toes. Nibbling and licking it away gradually, Pete occasionally stole a glance up at Alakazam’s face. There was no question now that she was enjoying this, though whether it was him being submissive to her or having her feet cleaned or both was up for argument. Either way, he was glad that she was enjoying herself.

Even when the spot between the toes was cleaned – and his tongue was covered in muddy dirt – Pete continued to lick around the space. Every time that he licked at the little bits of skin between the toes, every time that he nibbled along the sensitive flesh, he felt Alakazam twitch her leg a little bit, and he saw her arms tremble slightly, as though she wanted to reach down for something. He smiled, and moaned softly, his mind filled with the salty, semi-sweet taste of the mud and muck and Pokémon feet, and the smell of the musk and stronger sweetness from those same feet. He wanted…he needed to keep doing this, he felt.

But as he lifted the foot up a little bit to start working down to her heel, Alakazam stopped him with a gesture of her hand. She released her platform, standing on the ground again with a soft smile on her face. “That was really good,” she said with a smile, her voice slightly shaky. Then again, she was slightly shaky, a small blush on her face as she looked down at him. She reached down between her legs, and for the first time, Pete watched as she fingered herself.

He had always known that Pokémon had the same basic genitalia that humans did, but it was a rare sight for him to actually get a look at one, and he’d never gotten as good a look as he was getting right now. His Pokémon was fingering her pussy just a foot or two away from his face, and he could smell the arousal that was just rolling off of her.

Looking up at her face, he blushed. “Did…I do well enough for that reward that you mentioned?” he asked. “I really did my best for you, and I didn’t keep those thoughts back, just like you asked me to.”

She looked down at him with a little smile, and patted his cheek with the tip of a spoon. “You did fine. Now, lie down on your back, and unbutton your pants. We’re going to…oh, what is the term that you humans have for it? Ah, yes. We’re going to 69.”

His pants tented heavily at the thought of doing that with one of his Pokémon. The specific one didn’t matter, just that he was doing it with one of them. Pete blushed heavily as he laid on his back, hurriedly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His member popped up as soon as he pulled his boxers down, throbbing and bouncing a little bit from how horny he had gotten while licking Alakazam’s feet.

Pete’s blush deepened. He didn’t know how big Pokémon could get, but he knew that he wasn’t much more than average, if that. Six inches long and average thickness, he didn’t have much to give below the waist.

At least his Pokémon wasn’t laughing, and he didn’t hear any sign of laughter or mirth from the others in the team. Either he had a decent enough size, or they were nice enough to not want him to feel bad. That was a good sign. At least they weren’t so mad at him that they had stopped caring about his feelings. If things had gone that far, he would have taken a stand, threats or not.

He watched as Alakazam walked around him, her feet at either side of his head. Her legs were spread just enough for him to get a great glance at the pussy that was waiting for him. It was small, smaller than a human adults would be, but it was still recognizable enough. He could even make out the clit from where he was laying. This wasn’t going to be too hard, he supposed. His eyes locked with the little wet slit as his Pokémon slid down, slowly kneeling before laying over him. Her weight wasn’t all that much, not worth mentioning in how much it restricted his movements, for which he was greatly.

As he felt her hand slowly wrap around his member, Pete leaned forward and took a closer look at the slit that waited for him. It was clean, very clean, and also very wet. He chuckled as he realized just how much she must have loved that foot play. Maybe she would like him to do that in the future. If she did, he’d be more than happy to oblige.

She wiggled her hips back towards him, touching his nose with her soaking nether lips. Blushing a little bit at his inattention, Pete kissed her clitoris before patting her rump. “I get the message. Less thinking, more licking.” With a deep breath, he craned his neck and took a long slow lick from her clitoris to the bottom tip of her pussy lips.

The Alakazam shuddered heavily at the lick, and arched her back as she pushed back against him. Pete’s entire face was smothered against the psychic type’s genitals, forcing him to lick and lap at her sensitive parts quickly to get her to move again, to adjust her position enough for him to get a good breath.

His sudden near asphyxiation didn’t seem to bother her all that much, but he couldn’t find it in him to berate her for her behavior. Particularly when she pulled the tip of his cock into her mouth.

The sudden sensation of warm mouth and licking tongue made him arch his back this time, and he moaned into her pussy, lips vibrating softly and making her moan in turn. Pete could already feel himself pre-ing into the psychic type’s mouth from the sheer pleasure that he was getting. For a moment, he felt Mewtwo glaring at him. Despite the anger in that gaze, however, he soon forgot about it. What the hell? This was probably the only time that he was ever going to do this, and if he was going to be forced into it, he might as well enjoy it as much as possible.

Even as Alakazam bobbed her head up and down on his cock, Pete stuck his tongue as deep into his Pokémon’s pussy as he could reach. It was hot and wet inside, even more so than it was on the outer lips, and he couldn’t believe the tastes that were exploding on his tongue. So wet, so musky with arousal and need; she wanted this as much as he did, if not more. She might even be said to need this, he would bet. Did Pokémon go into heat? Maybe that was what was happening to his Alakazam.

“It’s not…it’s not heat, Pete,” she said as she flicked her tongue around his cock head, teasing it but not letting him get too excited too quickly. “I just…I want this…give me more…more!” she cried in his head. Her thighs tightened around his head, pulling him in yet deeper, his nose pressing between her legs as his tongue plumbed her depths. Every time that he licked a particularly good place, he felt a psychic moan in his head, and the thought that he was giving her this much pleasure only made him feel that much harder, that much more aroused.

Before long, she was bouncing up and down on his face, humping against it. Her juices slid down around his lips and cheeks, staining him with the scent of her horny pussy. But despite that, she never stopped suckling along his cock, her strange shaped tongue lapping around the head and digging into that sensitive spot just under it, her hands rubbing up along the base and stimulating what wasn’t quite fitting into her mouth.

With all of that, it didn’t take him long to cum. Arching his back and moaning into the hot pussy covering his mouth, Pete came with a vengeance. He could feel his cock pulsing and quivering inside of his Alakazam’s mouth, spewing several shots of cum before slowly beginning to soften.

Either the psychic type really liked the taste, or she was that close and his sudden moan into her pussy set her off, because she came with him. Her juices squirted out with tremendous force, pushing his head back and against the ground of the forest again. He didn’t dare open his eyes as the squirts continued, lest he get blinded from the force of her orgasm. It couldn’t last too much longer….he thought.

It could.

After almost a full minute of enduring spasmodic bursts of pussy juice and feeling the psychic type squirming and trembling from pleasure atop him, Pete felt her slowly dismount his face. He opened his eyes, first one, then the other, to make sure that she was alright.

She was fine. She just was a little dizzy from the orgasm. She smiled at him in thanks, then stepped out of the way as the Golduck walked over. The water/psychic mix looked down at him with a smile, and just about stomped his face as she took her place above him.

Unlike Alakazam and Mewtwo, she couldn’t talk to him, but she could talk to one of the others, and then he would get a psychic translation. He would have preferred to get something directly from the female, but if this was the way to keep him from screwing up the orders, then he was going to take what he could get.

Golduck grunted at him, holding her foot directly on his face. The blue toes were webbed, and that prevented them from collecting dirt quite as heavily as Alakazam’s had. However, they were a great deal smellier, sending a wave of musk over his senses. For a water type, the Golduck’s feet were definitely rank, as if they hadn’t been washed for years. Well, they probably hadn’t been, he considered, since they hadn’t been near anything that would have allowed that for a while. He didn’t let them use his shower, after all, and that would have been the only place outside of a Pokémon center where they would even had the chance for that.

He didn’t need to get a translation when the Golduck grunted at him again, pinching his nose between two of her webbed toes as she ground the underside of her foot against his face. She wanted him to clean her feet, and then they would get onto the main task.

It was much the same as with Alakazam’s, he found. Long licks from the heel towards the toes were the trick, collecting as much dirt and musk as he could get before pulling it into his mouth and swallowing it down. His stomach wasn’t rejecting the messy stuff yet, but he was pretty sure that it was only a matter of time before that would happen. He would need to clean those feet quickly so that he didn’t have to worry about throwing up.

As much as the actions required were similar though, the taste was completely different, as were the reactions. With Alakazam, he had gotten the taste of mud and dirt, but not that much taste of feet or anything like the musk. The tastes had been present, yes, but they hadn’t been as strong as the tastes of the mess he had been cleaning up. On Golduck’s feet, however, the taste of exertion, sweat, and musk was much stronger, overwhelming his tongue and senses with every single lick. He had to take a break just to get his head to stop spinning after he reached the toes, panting softly as he got himself back under control.

Every lick pulled a footy, musky, sweaty, salty taste back, overwhelming what there was to clean off of those blue skinned feet. Pete panted to himself, shaking and even trembling a little bit from his own arousal from licking his Pokémon’s feet. He would have thought that he would be spent from his orgasm from Alakazam sucking him off, but apparently his body was still ready for more.

So focused was he on the Golduck’s sweaty blue foot that he didn’t even notice her starting to finger herself, nor did he see that she was moving from a standing position to a reclining one until he felt her free foot rub against his cock. Then he jumped, because he had most definitely not expected that, and he looked past the foot in his face at the water type.

She only grinned at him, and shoved her foot back in his face. The message was clear. Don’t stop cleaning.

So he didn’t. He went back to licking and sucking on the wet flesh, cleaning away every hint of grime and dirt and musk, even going so far as to pull her toes into his mouth as much as he could to suck away the dirt on them. That was hard, considering that he had to be careful of the webbing, but at least he managed to keep the tips of the toes from being dirty. That was a step in the right direction, and the taste there, while a little cheesy, was good enough to make him tingle from his head to his toes.

Pete wanted this to continue, and he almost moaned in distress as the foot in his face was pulled away. But it was replaced by the other foot, so he calmed down. Sighing in contentment, he repeated the process. This foot was better, he thought, as there was fresher sweat on it, and the taste of the water Pokémon’s feet was actually pretty good. Yeah, it was a lot like licking another foot, almost tasting like human feet, but the musk was different, and the taste of the sweat differentiated it enough for his tastes. Grinning to himself, he leaned forward and nuzzled between the toes, digging his nose in to find the sweetest of the sweaty spots to fill his nose with the strong musk.

Eventually, however, he ran out of cleaning to do. The Golduck’s feet were perfectly clean, if one ignored the drying saliva on them, and he had to move onto something else. What that was going to be, he didn’t know yet, but he was pretty sure that it was going to be something both good and exceedingly humiliating, just like the last thing that he had to do. He could still hear the footsteps of the trainers out in the woods, and their voices as well, and he didn’t even want to think of how much trouble he’d be in if they came around here and saw his Golduck doing who knew what to him.

She backed away from him, and he watched her with glazed over eyes. Pete realized that he was still panting, and he tried to force himself to calm down. It didn’t work, of course.

Golduck looked at Mewtwo, and she made a few little sounds, sounding like a question to the trainer. He wondered just what she was asking the legendary psychic type to do. Must have been something interesting. “Why can’t we find a way to just understand or learn Pokémon speech,” he muttered under his breath.

His question went unanswered as a bunch of vines from the tree above fell on top of him. They wrapped around him securely, wrapping around his chest and yanking him back against the tree. Some roots came out of the ground and wrapped around his ankles as well, pinning them down to the ground to keep them from moving. There was a small tint of purple around the tree roots and around the vines, so he was pretty sure that the Mewtwo was using her psychic powers to move them.

His Golduck approached him with a wide smile on her face, and kneeled down between his spread legs. She reached out and touched his hard, twitching cock with one of her paws. Talking in poke-language, and being translated by either the Mewtwo or the Alakazam, she said, “You know, it’s nice seeing you being the one helpless for a change. Usually its one of us Pokémon in a battle, helpless to stop the opponent from doing something to us, whether it be an attack or something else equally painful or humiliating. Now, you’re the one stuck, and I can do anything I want to you.” She smiled a little bit, her fingers wrapping slowly around his cock. Those blue fingers were soft, almost a little slimy from how slick they felt against his member. “I would almost call this sexy…but heck, I’m so horny right now that I would jump on anything that had a dick. I’ll just have to figure it out later, next time you’re in the shower, maybe, whether you’re actually sexy in my eyes.”

She surprised him by letting go of his cock when it started to leak pre-cum and moved forward still closer. She straddled him as she moved closer, grinding her pussy – a very wet pussy, he realized – against his shaft. Every move was slow, teasing, rubbing her moisture against him as his leaking pre rubbed into her pussy. They were both getting very slick, very wet, and he had no doubt that he was going to slide into her very easily if she wanted that.

But she was in no hurry. Golduck ground against him softly, slowly, her hands clenching, her fingers digging into his shoulders for support. Loud in her pleasure, she moaned her name over and over in his ears. There were times when she slid her pussy all the way up to the top of his dick, rubbing the tip of his member against her nether lips, and those were the times that he thought that he was actually going to get something, but she always slid back down before he actually could penetrate her. Groaning, he begged, pleaded with her to allow him to penetrate her, but she never answered.

He didn’t know how long his Pokémon decided to tease him, but eventually she moved forward. Her chest pressed against his, and he realized that this was the moment. He was finally going to get what he wanted!

Without any more warning than that, she plunged herself down. Pete gasped against her, feeling himself enveloped inside of her warm, wet insides, already quivering and clamping down onto his member. He started shooting pre almost instantly, filling her with it. She didn’t give him any time to get used to the feeling, either, already pulling up and pushing down again inside of a second.

Every time he entered her, there was a wet sound, loud enough for the other Pokémon to hear and smile at. He blushed a little bit, knowing that a good bit of the juices in her that was causing the sound came from him, and he was only giving her more and more every time she bounced on his cock. God, but she was so warm and tight inside, milking him for all that he was worth. Her pussy squeezed constantly, only varying in where it was squeezing him, sometimes at the head, sometimes at the base, sometimes at the center of his shaft, but always squeezing.

Pete tried to pull his arms forward to wrap them around the Golduck, to try to speed her up, to do something to push them both towards climax a little faster, but the vines held him back tightly. No matter how hard he struggled, no matter how hard he tried, he was stuck against the tree. He moaned softly, and tried to hump his hips up to meet her bouncing motions, but that was just as futile. The vines and the roots had him stuck tight, and there was nothing he could do to fight against that.

Closing his eyes as his own climax finally snuck up on him, Pete groaned as he came. His member pulsed and quivered inside of the Golduck, who never stopped riding him. However, she was moving so erratically and shakily that she slipped off of his cock with a moan of her own. The last shot of his cum splatted against her thigh as she fell down between his legs, panting and quivering. She must have been cumming right then, Pete realized with a grunt. Even though he had stopped shooting, his cock quivered in the cool forest air, almost begging to continue, even as Pete pleaded for that not to happen.

The other Pokémon walked over and helped the Golduck to her feet, supporting her until she could stand on her own. Slowly, some of the cum that he had pumped into her started leaking out of her pussy and running down her thigh, running down to the forest floor. She didn’t even seem to notice that it was happening, nor did she notice that it was starting to stick to her feet. The feet that he had just cleaned.

Mewtwo smiled at the other Pokémon and walked over to him. Pete tensed up at her closer proximity, unable to look up very well due to his bonds. As a result, he was facing straight forward at her pussy. It was much more visible now, probably because she was looking quite aroused and ready for her own turn.

“Hehe, so you have a mind after all, don’t you, trainer,“ she said in his head, giggling to herself. She patted his thigh lightly with her foot, while one of her hands spread her nether lips so that the smell of her arousal filled the air easily. “Well, why don’t you take a guess what I’m going to do to you…?”

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