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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Mewtwo/OC
  Character:
      Mewtwo, OC_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Hypnosis, Dubious_Consent, Underage_Rape/Non-con, Partial_Mind_Control,
      Mind_Control
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-09 Updated: 2016-08-04 Chapters: 4/? Words: 3984
****** Lonely Soul and Tainted Mind [Commission] ******
by JonathanAnubian
Summary
     Mewtwo, all powerful Psychic, has chosen to isolate himself for a
     time after finding the perfect place to settle the clones away from
     prying eyes.
     Alone in a cave system he has chosen to call home he is disturbed one
     day when a human child stumbles inside, lost and alone. Instead of
     frightening the child off, like he intended, he decides to 'study'
     the human, hoping that understanding them would unlock the answers he
     has been searching for so long.
Notes
     This is a commission for someone who wishes to remain Anonymous. They
     have given me permission to post it here as long as I do not divulge
     their identity.
     The character idea of Meto belongs to me.
     Terry belongs to the one who commissioned me and is their OC, all
     rights belong to them.
***** Lonely Soul *****
Loneliness. An all consuming darkness that latches onto the mind and makes the
body wither from unease. Uncertainty and confusion lingered, like annoying
pests that were too fast to swat and too sturdy to squash. The only moment in
his life that he had felt the loneliness ease was a memory he would rather not
dwell upon, for although it brought him joy it also brought him a deep sadness.
He was the only one of his kind, gifted, unique, and utterly devoid of
companionship.
After meeting that one human he had come to realize the clones he had created
did not deserve to be put through the horrors of battle. So he had relocated
them to a safe haven, a place where no human could disturb them. But he still
had questions that were left unanswered. Why was he here? Who was he, truly.
And what was his ultimate purpose? Perhaps if he had someone to talk to he
might have been able to ascertain the answers. But he had no one.
In the distance, at the entrance to the cave he had hidden himself in to think,
he felt the presence of another consciousness. It was not one he was familiar
with. About to use his powers to send the intruder away he stopped. Perhaps
this was an opportunity. Curious he let his mind expand until it found the
intruder. Ah, a human child. How unexpected.
Interest piqued he teleported to the entrance to get a good look at the child.
Immediately he could tell it was a male. The child’s skin was dark brown, like
that of an eevee. While his hair was darker and seemed to almost spring away
from his head. It was interesting to be certain. Sidling a little bit closer he
was finally able to make out the sound the young male was making. Sobbing
filled his ears and he immediately felt a twinge of sympathy for the child. The
cave was dark, suffocating. Of course the human would be afraid. Looking up
from the child to the entrance of the cave, a hole in the ground hidden behind
a berry bush, he wondered if the child had fallen into the darkness and injured
himself.
Knowing he could not just approach the boy he closed his eyes and focused all
of his mental power. Moments later a boy around the same age appeared in his
place. It was an impressive illusion and only those who had reached his level
of power would be able to tell it was not a solid being. The child was male, as
he felt more of an affinity with the masculine side of the humans, with pale
skin. His hair was short and white, fluffy like that of a growlithe’s chest
fur, and his eyes were an intense purple. Checking over his design he gave the
boy short pants and a longer tunic; as he’d seen some children wear. Settling
into the illusion Mewtwo summoned up a small floating orb of light and
fashioned it into a lantern. Finished he peeked out from behind the rocks here
he’d been hiding and called down in a juvenile voice.
“Hey, um, are you alright?” Looking concerned he ran over to the boy but didn’t
touch him. After all he had no idea how dangerous the child was.
“Hey, don’t cry. My name’s Meto. Are you hurt?” Trying to use simple sentences,
like that of a young human, was actually a bit of a pain. But as the child
lifted his head and wiped tears away from of his amber eyes the psychic
couldn’t help but feel a pang of something in his chest. What new emotion was
this?
“M-my name is T-Terry.” Hiccuping slightly he smiled shyly, his face slightly
red in embarrassment at being caught crying. As the pale boy held up the light
further to get a better look at his guest he was entranced. He had never seen a
human with such dark skin and alluring yellow-brown eyes before.
“Well Terry, I’m glad I found you here. This is no place for an inexperienced
spelunker. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll take you someplace nicer than
this.” Holding out his hand the boy smiled in a kind and confidant manner,
expecting that the darker skinned child would accept and follow him. With the
barest push of his powers he was pleased when the child took his illusory hand
and followed behind him quietly. Mewtwo, or rather Meto, kept the pace slow,
watching out for any rock formations of deep pools in case the child tripped
and injured himself. The boy was lucky that he’d fallen onto a large patch of
underground moss, strong enough to cushion the blow and save him from any nasty
cuts. Though he was probably quite bruised.
“D-do you live here?” Asked the boy in a hushed voice, as if scared he might
wake something in the cave if he were any louder.
“Yeah. I like to explore the caves a lot so eventually I made myself my own
little clubhouse in here. You don’t have to worry, there are no hostile Pokemon
in the area.” Smiling back at the other boy he continued to assert his will,
ever so carefully, over the child. Soon the boy was more than willing to follow
him wherever he wanted to go, smiling openly at him as they passed through one
section of the cave that lit up like the night sky. He could sense the wonder
inside Terry’s mind and couldn’t help but smile. Children were far more simple
than the humans he’d dealt with until then.
“We’re here.” By the time they came to the mossy green ‘room,’ sunlight
filtering in from cracks in the ceiling above, his suggestions were buried deep
inside the child’s mind.
“How would you like to stay here with me?” The answer to that was a beautiful
smile.
***** Lost Soul *****
It had been a couple of weeks since he had found the boy in his newly claimed
territory. So far his manipulations had held fast, making the boy easy to work
with, without causing him to be suspicious of Meto. While he slept Mewtwo would
gather different foods for him in order to keep him well nourished. Since he
rarely needed that much sleep he would make his illusory body lay with Terry
often snuggled up to him for warmth or holding his hand in comfort. Watching
the child sleep so serenely brought him a strange feeling of peace to his mind,
something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
As Terry woke and began to stretch so too did Meto.
“Morn’n Meto.” Hair sticking every which way, and eyes glazed with sleep, Meto
chuckled. It was odd to find a human so adorable. But the past couple of days
had proven that not all humans were horrible toward Pokemon. Not only did the
child speak of his ‘parents,’ a Gardevoir mother, and a Gellade father, but it
appeared he could speak to Pokemon. It was a rare and wonderful gift, one that
he was certain most humans would not appreciate.
“Good morning Terry.” On a whim his persona knelt forward and graced the boy’s
forehead with a soft, chaste, kiss. The look of surprise and then shyness made
his heart flutter in his chest before the boy turned shyly away to rub at his
sleep filled eyes.
“What are we doing today?” Asked the darker skinned boy with a smile. Meto
grinned back.
“I was thinking we could go to the Spring you haven’t seen yet. It’s really
neat!” After a couple days of analyzing the child’s mind his persona was a lot
more noticeably child-like. Especially in his speech and movement patterns.
Getting up he dusted his clothes off and held out his hand in order to help his
friend up from the extra comfy patch of moss that was their bed. Luckily the
cave system had heated vents that weren’t toxic so the cave itself was
pleasantly warm, even in winter.
“Okay.” Like he’d done since the first day Meto held out his hand for his new
friend and only lead him out of the main cave when he was sure the child had a
good grasp. He wouldn’t want Terry to fall and hurt himself, after all he was
not medically trained nor did he have any healing abilities.
“You’re going to love this place. Plus; we can have a bath. The water is
actually really nice, not too cold but not too warm.” He’d already tried to
spring himself, in order to make sure it was safe for the child. While inside
the mind of that Woman, back when he had his own island, he had seen a lot of
what humans did to keep themselves healthy. One thing they needed, much lime
Pokemon, were baths. But unlike most mammalian Pokemon they could not just lick
themselves clean. They had to submerge themselves in water to do the trick.
Which was fine with him really. Silently he promised himself to take care of
his human.
When they arrived he sat on the bank as Terry ran ahead , stripping off his
shirt to clean it in the water and laying it on the ground to dry. Luckily he
had a good enough hold on the child’s mind that when he began to feel a little
embarrassed about his nakedness he was able to smooth it over, so the child
would continue to bath as if ‘Meto’ weren’t watching his every movement. At
this point he was fascinated with the human’s body, so different from his own.
So when Terry finally took off his pants to wash as well he let his eyes trail
over the human’s body.
Interesting. Even at this age the body seemed ready for procreation. It was
strange that Humans did not evolve the way Pokemon did, though he had heard
many tales of Pokemon that were once human and Humans that were once Pokemon.
Getting up from the bank his persona took off his clothes as well. Now that
he’d had a better look at the child he was able to properly fix his illusion so
that it resembled that of a proper human. From then on he was certain he would
be able to trick any human into believing he was a human child. It was well
worth the effort keeping the boy here.
Thinking of letting the boy go he felt a pain in his chest and his focus
wavered momentarily. He was lucky the dark skinned child had dived beneath the
water and didn’t notice his friend become intangible momentarily. The last few
days had been filled with happiness, something he had not felt in a long time.
Lying to oneself was never healthy, but it was not often that one realized they
were doing it. So when Mewtwo decided that his research was not yet concluded
it was a way to keep the child around without admitting to himself that he
would be lonely without Terry.
Instead he, or at least his persona Meto, walked over to Terry, grabbed him by
the chin, and kissed the boy tenderly on the lips. At first the boy began to
flail about, his face turning darker with a blush and eyes wide in surprise.
With a small flex of his powers the boy settled, eyes becoming hazy as he fell
under the spell.
“Promise you’ll stay with me forever Terry, promise me.” Leaning his head on
the child’s shoulder, his purple eyes aglow in the dim light of the cave, he
wrapped his arms carefully around his human.
“Of course Meto, I promise.” With a slightly sinister smile Meto nearly purred
with happiness. Now he wouldn’t need to be alone. Lifting his head from the
boy’s shoulder he cupped his face with one hand before he leaned up to kiss him
again, this time more possessively.
“You belong to me now.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Days passed peacefully inside the cavern with his human. Terry was a delight to
talk to, his innocent curiosity and simple ways making Mewtwo’s heart feel
light. It was as if the burdens he’d carried with him since his creation were
lessening. All because of the dark skinned child who now shared his home.
Honestly he had no notion of why he hadn’t tried speaking to a human child
before. Every interaction he’d had with an adult, or almost adult in some
cases, had led to a disaster.
“Hey, Meto! Look at this. I’ve never seen rocks this color before.” Running
over to his persona excitedly the child held out a small stone, pale purple in
color, and gave him a wide smile. Taking the stone carefully from Terry he
examined it closely. Once he recognized the stone as something not harmful he
gave it back with a smile.
“It’s a chunk of Amethyst. A type of Quartz that turned purple because of the
stuff it grew around. If you want I can turn it into something nice for you. Or
you could just keep it.” Shrugging, not really interested in the rock, he
glanced up at the light filtering through heavy tree branches and rock, what
made up the ceiling of the cave, trying to judge the time. It would be night in
a couple of hours, good. That meant he could venture outside to test out his
persona.
“Y-you’d do that for me? M-make me something I mean...” Looking down at the
rock in his hands the boy smiled gently, his face tinged with a light blush.
Just seeing his face like that was enough to make Meto’s heart thump in his
chest, though he didn’t quite understand why.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Stepping forward he kissed the boy on the
forehead; letting his own movement sync with that of his persona. It was too
bad he could not show the boy his true form. He was still far too cautious for
such a thing. Besides, this was just easier.
When the boy finally fell asleep that night Mewtwo, in his illusory persona,
flew to the nearest village and landed just outside of it. Walking was a waste
of time to someone like him but his human persona was different. This would be
a test of his little persona, among other things.
Entering the village he kept mostly to the shadows as he surveyed the different
shops. At this time of night almost all of them were closed, which was perfect.
Teleporting inside the nearest clothing store he picked out some extra clothes
for his human before appearing inside the next building. By the time he was
finished he had a backpack full of things picked out especially for Terry.
Wouldn’t the boy be happy to see such gifts. He almost couldn’t wait.
Slinging the backpack over the illusion’s shoulder, since it was solid and
stable enough to carry weight, he headed into a wooded area just outside of
town in order to fly back home.
Hearing a commotion he froze, dropping the illusion temporarily in lieu of
cloaking himself and the backpack. Listening carefully he was surprised to hear
the low sounds of a human struggling and in pain. Getting closer he peered over
a bush only to realize that it was, in fact, two humans. Both of them were
clearly adults and didn’t seem the least bit aware of their surroundings. The
one lying on the grass was obviously a male and for a moment he wondered what
they might be doing without their clothes. A moment later it clicked. They were
in the midst of mating.
Curiosity piqued he floated silently into the small clearing and watched as the
female placed her mouth over the male’s member. By the look on his face it was
a particularly pleasant sensation. He continued to watch them until they had
finished what they were doing, and replaced their clothes. Hundreds of thoughts
crossed his mind as he watched the two leave toward the village.
“That was the best birthday present ever. Tell me we can do that again some
time.” Taking in this new information he floated the backpack behind him as he
sped off toward his cavern home. Before getting inside he made sure to reform
his persona before going to watch Terry sleep.
As the child’s chest rose and fall he seemed to frown in his sleep, as if he
was having a particularly bad dream. Carefully Meto reached over and placed a
hand on the boy’s chest. Closing his eyes Mewtwo cloaked his body and sat in a
meditative stance. With sheer force of will and excellent control of his powers
he felt his mind fill the illusion, becoming one with it as if it were his own
body. Opening his eyes Meto smiled, Terry was a lot warmer up close.
Slowly he ran his hands in a similar pattern to the female he’d seen in the
woods earlier. Easing off the boy’s shorts he stared at the half limp member.
Tenderly he ran his hands over the boy’s body, exploring everything with his
new body. It didn’t take much for the boy to wake, his face flushed and eyes
slightly glazed.
“Wh-what are y-you-?” Placing his lips against the boy’s he felt a rush of heat
in his new body, something he’d never experienced before. With his power he
stroked the boy’s mind, shutting down any resistance. After all, Terry’s body
certainly wasn’t complaining about what he was doing.
Kneeling between the boy’s legs he ran his tongue over the stiffened member and
was pleased when it gave a little twitch. Thinking back to what he’d seen the
woman do he engulfed it with his mouth, flicking his tongue over it curiously.
Hearing a small gasp his eyes began to glow. There was a distinct feeling of
pleasure in his core that was resonating with Terry. This would be great
research.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Over the next few days he continued to research the new feelings and
sensations. One or two times he’d gently nudged the darker skinned boy into
doing the touching, so that he could know what it felt like. The feeling was
like none other and it made him wonder why Pokemon and Humans did not do it
more often.
At one point even his real body had felt the sensations, snapping him out of
his persona. Only his ironclad control kept the illusion alive and reacting to
his human companion. Reaching down he slipped his fingers into the perfectly
hidden pouch and after slipping the member out into the open gripped it in his
hand. Moving his hand in the same rhythm as Terry’s mouth he sat with his back
against the cave wall in his favorite meditation place, his eyes glazed and
body twitching from the many different sensations.
Mewtwo knew about how reproduction worked, and knew that he had been cloned
able to breed. The Scientists had wanted to see if they could produce a proper
Mew offspring from him eventually. But he was certain that two males could not
produce children; with very few exceptions.
Turning away from those thoughts he sped up his hand as his body began to heat
up from the inside. Watching Terry, with those liquid amber eyes half closed
and a blush spread across his face, he felt that burning heat suddenly spike
and went rigid against the rock wall. In that one moment his psychic presence
seemed to explode outward as he lost control. Quickly he reigned his powers in,
lest he cause an accident or be discovered.
For a moment Terry blinked and came back to himself, looking a little confused.
When he finally noticed Meto flushed and panting beneath him his face turned an
impressive shade of red as he stumbled back and fell onto his behind.
“M-M-Meto!? Wh-what was I...?” Taking a deep breath Mewtwo dove back into his
illusion. If he didn’t work fast Terry might try to bolt.
“W-we were having a tickle fight and something weird happened to me. You said
you could fix it. Don’t you remember?” As he talked, his voice calm and low, he
slowly got up and walked over to the fallen boy. Crouching down he reached over
and placed his illusory hand on the dark skinned boy’s shoulder. Now that his
control was back he exerted his will over the boy once again.
“Oh, that’s right. It was something we do for each other. Right Meto?” The pale
boy smiled brightly at his friend before he pulled him up into an embrace.
“It’s something just between us.”
The next night Meto went back out to the town. He was curious what other
activities the humans got up to when they thought no one was around. Eventually
he came upon the bedroom window of a young couple, married but without
children. Erasing his presence and cloaking himself from sight he teleported
inside and watched the two in the throes of passion. The male human had the
female pinned to the bed, arms above her head, with his hand on her wrists; she
wasn’t putting up any resistance so he assumed it was something she wanted. His
hand was on her hip, gripping it tight enough to get a good hold, and his body
was between her legs. Thrusting his hips forward and back both elicited sounds
of pleasure. The female’s a high gasping and the males a low grunting.
Imagining a scenario like that with his human he felt a strong tightness in his
core as his temperature rose. Deciding he’d done enough reconnaissance for the
night he teleported back outside and headed back home to the cave and his
little human.
Sitting next to the small male he ran his fingers through the soft hair,
smiling at how easily the child slept. The calm, peaceful, way he breathed in
an out was soothing to the once lonely Pokemon. Curling up next to the boy he
continued to stroke his fingers through the dark hair and frowned as he looked
at his own hand. Some days he hated his existence as a Pokemon. He had
emotions, intelligence, and autonomy. It was only his appearance that made him
any different from the humans.
“If I were a Human they would not fear me as readily as they do...” He mused
aloud, his psychic presence turbulent. Terry twitched in his sleep, his face
contorting as if he were in pain. Quickly Mewtwo stilled himself, calming the
boy with his mind. Thoughts of Terry being with him, his smiling face and
liquid amber eyes, flooded his mind and he felt his power stabilize again.
There were things he could do to Terry that would ensure the boy never left his
side, but to be honest he was a little scared to do more than he already had.
At first it had been fine to control the boy this way, since he was just some
human. But other than shutting off his ability to feel embarrassed, and
tweaking his morals and memory to make the boy believe what they were doing was
normal and acceptable to humans, he had left the child’s personality intact. If
he changed anything more or exerted more control Terry would become a soulless
puppet, like the woman he had possessed to be his speaker.
‘I do not wish to lose that bright smile or sunny disposition, but I cannot
allow him to escape my control.’ With a heavy sigh he teleported to the place
he always hid and let his mind fill the psychic construct again. Lying down
next to Terry he pulled the boy into his arms, pressing his head against the
child’s chest in order to hear his heartbeat.
‘The sun shall rise in a few hours, I shall think of something tomorrow.’
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