[b][u][center]Overhyped Psychics For Leon_Therma By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Lounging about in the space between times, Leon was living a life that many Pokémon would have envied. He had the personal attention of Palkia as both adopted father and blood ancestor; he had a training regimen that kept him at the absolute top of his game, leaving him almost unbeatable by any other Pokémon; he had sex just about every day with very hot males, and often had them under his paws in a way that nobody else could really manage. It was almost a dream life. Almost. [i]What’s the point of being so strong if there’s nobody that can take it?[/i] he wondered as he looked up at the ceiling. [i]Seriously, it’s fun, but…[/i] But every time that he went out to fight, he found himself having to hold back if he wanted to just knock someone out rather than kill them. And ninety-nine times out of a hundred, a knock-out was all that he wanted, so he had to. The feeling of all that power pent-up, holding itself back, was worse than the worst set of blue balls. The Typhlosion grumbled as he glared at the ceiling, shaking his head a few times as he imagined letting loose with some of the fire attacks and manipulations that he was able to do these days. He could probably blow up large buildings without even trying, if he ever let it all out at once. It’d be fun. And then Palkia would start nagging him about it, and they’d need to go to a different space where he could fix it, and then… Eh, it wasn’t worth the trouble. Crossing his legs at the ankles, the Typhlosion leaned his head back and snorted, getting ready for a nap when – [i]Leon.[/i] The rumbling voice of Palkia prompted him to open one eye. His ‘father’ stood at the end of the hammock that the fire-type had made for himself, and – “WHOA!” Flipped it upside-down without even a warning. He flopped onto the ground, grumbling as he caught himself by the skin of his teeth. Barely avoiding slamming his face into the ground, he rolled onto his back and looked up at the bigger Pokémon. “Was that really needed?” [i]No, but you are.[/i] “I know you like my dick up your ass, but –” [i]Not for that.[/i] “This time.” He smiled as his father blushed, getting to his feet as Palkia opened up a portal leading into a different realm. It looked the same as most underground hideouts that his father found for him to break down, but he was sure that there was some wrinkle to the plan. There usually was. He looked sideways, waiting for Palkia to tell him what it was. Eventually, the older Pokémon did just that. [i]This universe’s Team Rocket is on the verge of creating another Mewtwo,[/i] Palkia said. [i]This one, unfortunately, is less…stable than the others. If it is let loose, it WILL destroy a great deal more than a couple of facilities.[/i] “So, you’re sending me in to…what, exactly?” [i]Do whatever it is you feel needs doing.[/i] “Is that your way of avoiding telling me to kill him?” It wasn’t something that Leon liked doing, it had to be said. Oh, he was capable of killing people, and he was capable of killing Pokémon. He’d done both before, though only when he was absolutely forced to. When there was no other way, when they would keep doing the same bad thing no matter how many times they were knocked down, when they were going to make everything a danger for everyone else… But he hated doing it. He always felt like crap afterwards, and he always preferred to see things run a better course than that. [i]No. You don’t have to kill him. But you do have to make sure that he doesn’t cause any problems. However you can subdue him, do it.[/i] “However I can, huh?” He smirked, and his father rolled his eyes. They were both well aware of what he was thinking, he knew, and though his father could pretend that he was all high and mighty, he was pretty sure that Palkia wouldn’t mind the show that Leon had in mind. [i]Just get to work. We don’t have a lot of time.[/i] “Yeah, yeah. Send in the professional when the amateurs keep screwing up.” The anthro Typhlosion leaped through the portal, allowing himself to be swallowed by the tunnels of the other world. # As soon as the portal closed, he was left in true darkness. His dad must have dropped him in the middle of a maintenance shaft or something like that, somewhere where nobody would see him if they were looking in his direction. Palkia did like to keep his space between spaces and times from being violated by other people, and the best way to do that was to make sure that nobody knew it was there. Still, he needed to see where he was going. Leon growled, clearing his throat before puffing a little ball of fire out. It floated in front of him, suspended in midair before moving to stand above his head. It was as good as a lantern as he looked around. There were pipes all along the wall, each one pumping what was probably a crap-ton of energy down towards the far end of the corridor. He could see the power wires inside the pipes, and knew that meant that the project at the other end was probably very sensitive. You didn’t go to that much trouble to protect the power lines unless power failure would result in catastrophe. [i]Which means that they’re either for security systems or life support…[/i] If he knew that it was security, he would have cut the power cords in a heartbeat. After all, he could just let the Mewtwo out that way and they could fight it out, and he’d be done with the job in a heartbeat. But if it was for keeping the Mewtwo alive… Well, he’d already decided against killing. He’d just have to follow them and see where they went. Leon walked down the hallway with the light over his head keeping him from stumbling over the trash and debris that was left everywhere. Snack cartons, bits of beer bottles that had shattered – that would have been particularly painful, even with Aura going on – and other old things that really didn’t belong on the floor were everywhere. He had to pick and choose where to stand, and the fire-type was rapidly getting annoyed at the delay. He had been walking for three minutes when a sudden quake shook the entire hallway, almost throwing him off his feet. He caught himself against the wall, narrowing his eyes down the corridor, waiting. There was a second shake, this time with a much more powerful undercurrent of psychic energy beneath it. There was no question that it was the Mewtwo trying to get free if it was pushing it out that hard. [i]Well, looks like I can’t take it slow…[/i] Leon took a deep breath…and roared. A blast of fire that exceeded the most powerful Fire Blast rushed out of his mouth and along the floor. All the trash, from cardboard to plastic to glass, was incinerated instantly, and he was running behind the blasts that were still shooting from his maw. He pounded his paws against the superheated metal, almost feeling like he was getting a charge of energy from running through the place when it was this hot. By the time he reached the end of the corridor, he had run out of fire, but that was fine. The whole room was consumed with it, anyway. The Typhlosion slowed, looking around him. An egg-shaped capsule dominated the center of the room, filled with some sort of clear green liquid. It surrounded a body that was more familiar than he liked, and he shook his head as he saw the usual purple glow that surrounded him. [i]Yep, definitely awake.[/i] The capsule had been surrounded by a great deal of computers and catwalks, but those had been blasted to pieces before he roared his fire into existence. People had fled through the different doors on the other compass points of the room, leaving just him and Mewtwo in the bigger chamber. He crossed his arms, shaking his head at the psychic type. Another pulse of energy rocked the room, but this time he was ready for it, his toes dug into the wreckage underfoot and keeping him upright. “Yeah, yeah, you’re pissed off. Can you stop it?” Pulse-thud. A computer console went flying at him, and Leon shook his head as it came flying right at his face. He caught it in one hand, holding it against his claws before dropping it to the floor. “Good show, but seriously, stop it.” He was used to telekinetic tricks. They were all the rage with most of the psychics out there, the main thing that they used to throw people off their game. When there were big, bulky things flying around, it was hard to mount a good defense. Well, for most people. Leon gestured about himself, pulling some of the fire he’d roared into the room into a circle that floated around his waist. It followed him as he walked up to the big capsule, floating about his body like a little defensive shield pet. Fire manipulation had always been a talent of his. Hell, it was one of his biggest advantages in combat. The Mewtwo stared at him through the glass as he came to a stop, and Leon leaned forward, tapping his claws against the glass. “So, here’s how it’s going to be. I don’t really want you ripping through reality or through this building. I don’t want you to go crazy and end up killing a lot of people. So, what do you say that you just call it a day, come with me, and we’ll just have some fun, huh?” Mewtwo glared at him, and the psychic-type’s eyes pulsed. It was a familiar feeling, considering how many times he’d run through this situation, and Leon threw up the usual guards in his head. Emotional counters, barriers of Aura, and a few other little touches that kept psychic power at bay. Usually, it was more than good enough, and he had not had anyone probe deep enough to find his thoughts in a while. This time was a little different. Leon grunted as he felt the pressure against his mind, his barriers denting in his skull from the rather ferocious attack. He winced, pushing a bit more pressure behind them, reinforcing them with a few more lustful fantasies that finally pushed the psychic to withdraw again. “Yeah, try that again, asshole…” He grumbled, shaking his head. It was clear that this one wasn’t quite as intelligent as other Mewtwos that he had gone up against. Whether that was intentional by this Team Rocket or a mistake during the process of creating this clone, he didn’t know, but they were messing with metaphorical fire with this guy. It looked like he’d need to prove he was the better Pokémon the old-fashioned way. “Well, let’s see how you can handle it…” CRACK! Leon crunched through the glass with one punch, pulling himself out of the way as the water came rushing out. The Mewtwo followed shortly after, not quite collapsing, but definitely stumbling before his psychic power took control. Before the psychic could pull himself out of the tube entirely, Leon lashed out with a quick fire kick, his paw cracking against the side of the legendary clone’s face. The Mewtwo went flying across the room, smashing through a computer console and over a few fallen catwalks. Not enough to harm him, though. Leon could see the barrier marks that had sliced through some of the metal pathways. Whatever damage that kick had done had been on impact, not with the subsequent smashes. The Typhlosion leaped up, pressing the attack. Just as he expected, more pieces of the room started flying up in the air, throwing themselves at him. Computers, chunks of metal, old coats, clipboards, anything that the psychic could find went airborne. They came from all directions… And so did his fire. Leon smirked as the band of fire around his waist shot out, forming squares and bubbles and shields between him and the attacking objects. They melted almost immediately, turning into smoke or slag depending on just what they were. They slowed, then went past him, the fire burning hotter as it consumed the fuel. When he landed, though, his target had disappeared. Leon shook his head. “I don’t think I gave you permission to leave.” He snapped his fingers. His fire manipulation ability pulled at all the flames around him, rushing around the room in a spiraling cyclone, an inferno that burned through all the doors and sealed them shut. Other than the crackle of fire, though, there was silence. No footsteps, sadly. Mewtwo would be floating around, so there wouldn’t be. No chance of knowing where an attack was coming from by sound alone. Which meant that he had to use his other senses. Leon closed his eyes, feeling about the room with everything that he had. Aura, instinct, his connection with fire. He could almost feel the fuel that the fire was burning through, the electronics and the hardware, the solid stuff that the fire loved to pull down and burn through. It was all there… And he could feel where it was blocked. He threw out a hand, punching the air. What started as a concussive blast rapidly turned into a burning beacon that shot through the room, the friction of air on air turning to flame as it hit the invisible barrier. Mewtwo went falling backwards again, slamming into the wall. Leon was in hot pursuit, leaping over the fires and coming to a thumping halt right in front of the still-recovering psychic. He grabbed him by the throat, pulling him back up. “Gotcha.” [i]Mmmph…Nnngh…[/i] Even through telepathy, this Mewtwo grunted more than the others that he was used to. Team Rocket had really done a number on this fuck-up, he could tell. Shaking his head, Leon started to pull the psychic forward – Shimmer. The purple eyes glowed, and he felt a premonition. A sudden computer block coming flying at him from behind. If he dodged, he would basically be letting it kill the psychic. If he turned to catch it, he’d leave his back open for an attach of even greater power. So…he let it hit him. Leon slumped forward, forcing himself to keep his grip around Mewtwo’s neck, but it was a struggle. That had struck him right at the base of his spine, and his body was struggling to keep moving from the sudden, jarring hit to the central controls. The psychic looked surprised, but the fire-type just grinned. “If you think that’s enough…to stop me…Heh…” He grunted, swinging the clone to the floor. Mewtwo let out a soundless grunt, but before it could get up, Leon brought his paw down on the other male’s face. He ground his toes against the other Pokémon, holding him down, keeping him right there. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” He put a little more pressure into the push, keeping the other Pokémon in place. It wasn’t easy. His back still hurt, and he could feel that despite Mewtwo’s muscular limitations, the psychic was bringing a good bit of energy to bear against him. He was trying to push himself off of the ground using raw mental energy. Leon didn’t let him. With a soft kick, he shoved Mewtwo onto his back, then stepped on him, one paw on the psychic’s chest, the other on his face. He covered nose and mouth with his toes and the large, flat part of his paw, stifling the flow of oxygen. “Go to sleep.” The Mewtwo squirmed, trying to pull himself free, but Leon was too firm with his command. He pushed down harder, feeling the soft wisps of air sliding between his toes, increasing the pressure on him. “Go. To. Sleep.” It took almost a minute for the oxygen deprivation to be enough, but when it finally kicked in, he felt Mewtwo go limp almost instantly. He immediately pulled his paw back, not wanting to kill, and hiked the clone over his shoulder. “Hey, dad? Portal home, please.” [i]Is it subdued?[/i] “Mostly. I’m gonna finish the rest up somewhere safe.” [i]Alright. Well done, my son.[/i] “Yeah, yeah…” # Palkia’s home had a number of places where different rules were in effect. Sometimes it made sense, sometimes it didn’t. This room was one of those that somewhat did. It was a place for psychics to be brought to be made safe again, and while they were in the little dungeon, they didn’t have access to their powers. Not even Mewtwo was strong enough to overcome the rule of one of the legendaries. Not one of these ones, at least. Leon finished tying his captive down to the wall, making sure that he was ‘comfortable’, before pulling up a chair. He rested his paws against a footrest, letting his toes dangle over the Mewtwo’s sheath. He smiled to himself, wiggling his toes, dabbing against the other Pokémon from time to time. Eventually, the psychic opened his eyes, grunting. As soon as he looked at Leon, his eyes glowed…but nothing happened. Mewtwo blinked, shaking his head before trying again. The Typhlosion let him continue for a few minutes before finally shaking his head with a chuckle. “Heh, don’t even try. My dad’s got this place locked down good and tight. There’s no way that you can use your powers here.” [i]…Who…are…you?[/i] It was a struggle to make out the words, garbled as they were through the room’s rules and this Mewtwo’s difficulties, but he could understand it. It was something. Leon shrugged as he dragged one foot from the psychic’s flat stomach to his chest. “Me? I’m just the universe’s enforcer, I guess. My name is Leon. My dad’s name is Palkia.” [i]Names…his…I know…yours…[/i] “You’ll learn it. You’ll also learn the word master, I should tell you.” [i]Not…likely.[/i] “We’ll see about that. I bet you didn’t get a lot of time to learn about pleasure in that bubble of yours.” Mewtwo didn’t answer, but considering that just the touch of Leon’s toes were already getting that sheath to fill out a bit, he imagined that he was right. He chuckled, bringing both of his paws down on it, giving it a squish. It brought a grunt from the Mewtwo’s mouth and a squelch from under his toes. He rubbed his paw up and down a few times, gradually milking the little flesh tube until the tip of a dick poked out of the top. He chuckled to himself, pinching it between his toes. “Well, look at that,” he said to the dangling Pokémon. “You actually have one. I’m surprised that they bothered to make one considering that you were only going to be used for a weapon.” [i]It is…pointless anatomy.[/i] “For you, maybe. For the rest of us…” Leon chuckled, getting to his feet. “Why don’t we see what’s on the other side, hmm?” The Typhlosion stepped around the dangling psychic, standing on the other side of his captive’s body. While Mewtwo’s tail tended to hide that lovely butt most of the time, it wasn’t the first time that Leon had seen it and wondered if it would be a good one to have fun with. Now that he had a chance to get a good close look, he would say yes. He smiled as he ran his fingers along the ass cheeks, feeling how supple and smooth they were, and more to the point, how big and inviting they seemed to be. They weren’t low and bouncy the way that some Charizards could be, nor the sort of blubbery that a Snorlax might have had. No, Mewtwo’s were supple and tight while having a good, attractive heft to them. Yes, they were just about perfect for the use that he wanted to put them to. Pulling the cheeks apart, Leon ran his fingers up between them until he found Mewtwo’s pucker. It was nice and tight, too, obviously untouched. Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised if Team Rocket had gone so far as to engineer Mewtwo with a more ‘efficient’ disposal system, only keeping this because they didn’t want to mess with the DNA any further. A little pressure had it folding in, puckering in as it tried to escape his finger. Mewtwo shifted back and forth in his chains, trying to wiggle forward, but Leon grabbed him around the middle, keeping him in place. “Ah ah. Let me show you what you’re going to be doing from now on.” [i]You must…be joking…[/i] “Listen to that, sounding smarter already. And I was thinking that I just picked up the dumbest slut in the universe.” One more push finally sunk his finger into the Mewtwo properly, and he grinned as he felt that hole sucking it in deep right off the bat. Mewtwo groaned in his head, and he could tell the psychic type was hiding some of his pleasure from that penetration. Out of curiosity, he slid another finger in, and when that turned out to be as easy as it was, he tried a third. All three were sliding in and out with ease, and he laughed. “What’s this? Did they make you as a weapon or a sex toy?” [i]Mmmph…Nnngh…[/i] “Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy this. I promise.” Leon turned the psychic a bit, making sure that he had a good angle to work on that ass no matter how he stood. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms tighter around Mewtwo’s waist, reaching down and fondling his dick. Oh, the psychic was liking this, alright. He was hard as a rock and definitely eager. He pushed back against Leon’s fingers, then forward against his hand, already fucking himself despite everything. “Heh, they put the right instincts in your head, that’s for sure. Let’s see if your body knows how to deal with this, though…” Leon pushed forward a bit further, letting his cock slide free of his sheath. Ever since getting a good look at this latest clone, he was wondering how it would feel to slide his dick into that hot ass. His cock was more than ready to find out, sliding out and hanging down, stiffening up and twitching for him. A few little practice thrusts between the cheeks later, and he was well and truly warmed up. “Ready?” [i]…Maybe?[/i] That was more than enough for him. With one good thrust, Leon took the Mewtwo’s virginity. As the psychic gasped for breath, the fire-type let himself savor the feeling of being so deep inside of someone new. Unlike his dad, or some of his other partners, Mewtwo didn’t have that tight-at-first-but-gradually-loosening feeling that they did. Nor did he have that experienced but able to clench down feeling, either. Instead, it felt like the insides of the psychic were being molded to him, forming to his body and shaping itself to his cock. It would be perfectly tight to him, but either too stretched or too small for others. He grinned, feeling the Mewtwo molding itself, bonding itself to him as he pulled back. “Oh, you like that, hmm?” [i]Mmmph…it’s…strange…[/i] “But good.” He slammed in, punctuating his statement with a good hard smack. The Pokémon moaned, shivering, his cock growing in Leon’s hand. “Yes, very good, very good…” The fire-type kept smirking as he kept thrusting, burying his dick in the other Pokémon again and again. Those ass cheeks bounced, the muscles tensing and tightening around him, pulling him deeper and deeper. It was…better than he expected, by a mile. He moaned under his breath, shivering as he felt his pleasure rising as that talented ass milked him. And it was milking him, genuinely. The walls were clenching and squeezing too rhythmically to be natural, as if they were trying to pull him in, to make him stay inside and blow his load without even doing any work. “You’re a good slutty ‘two, aren’t you?” Leon muttered. [i]Mmmph…good…[/i] Maybe it was the strangeness of the other Pokémon’s mind leaving him open to suggestion, but if that was the case… Leon smiled, whispering more to the clone. # A few hours later, he was back to sitting on his chair, Mewtwo kneeling in front of him like a good little foot-rest. His paws rested on the psychic’s shoulders, and every now and then, Mewtwo turned to lick one or the other, nuzzling against them like a good little paw slut. Looking down, he could still see his seed oozing out of the psychic’s asshole, dripping down onto those long, two-toed paws. There was no reaction, no worries, just more arousal that pushed off of the broken psychic. It hadn’t taken long for the overstimulation of sex to break down whatever hesitation that Mewtwo had about being under him. Maybe four orgasms, if that, and Leon had been more than willing to keep going longer if he’d needed to. It was nice not to have to, though. All the little teases he’d whispered had ended up being more like little ‘suggestions’ to the Mewtwo’s mind. By the time they were done, not only was the Mewtwo a grade-A slut, but he was a very willing pawslut, and utterly addicted to Leon’s dick up his ass, in his mouth, or anywhere else that the fire-type chose to put it. It was surprisingly easy, in the grand scheme of things. As he relaxed, enjoying the licks to the sides and bottoms of his paws, Palkia stepped in. His dad blinked, then groaned. [i]You decided to break him with this?[/i] “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” [i]Don’t you have enough pets?[/i] “…Is that even a real question?” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]