Before the Storm

BY : swirlingdoubt
Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female
Dragon prints: 1675
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Author's Note: This one-shot is based on Mewtwo Strikes Back, in the original Japanese. The story takes place during the time Nurse Joy was at the Pokemon Castle before the trainers arrived. I assume the reader has knowledge of this movie to provide context for this story, as my descriptions and explanations are limited. Also, I use the Japanese names from the canon for some things, and English for others, based on what name I like best.

Additional warnings: This story contains non-consensual, coercive sex and forcible rape. It also contains some thematic violence that might be disturbing.

Without further ado...

 

Before the Storm

 

She stood barefoot on dark, gleaming crags. Salty waves of seawater splattered over her ankles. The mist of spray was so thick that her ivory chemise clung to her wet body, changing the color to blush. Her strawberry hair was wild with wind, unlike the tight loops she usually wore.

Her back was to him, facing the sea. As he approached her, she turned her head to look over her shoulder. Her lips moved. The sea battered the little island and the crashing water drowned out her voice. He could not make out her words.

Mewtwo opened his eyes to Nurse Joy standing placidly where he left her. The trance he placed over her was undisturbed. Her mind was empty and waiting.

What did you say? His mind asked.

“Forgive me, Master. I do not understand how to fulfill your request,” There was no change in expression.

Mewtwo stood up from his control chair at the height of Pokemon castle’s central tower and stared down at her. How did you send me that vision?

The Pokemon doctor was silent, and he saw in her mind that the question did not register. There were no thoughts, only an induced attention that was listening for his commands. He sensed nothing in her beyond it.

His control over the human was complete, so he must have conjured the scene himself – Mewtwo decided – his focus during meditation was poor. Mewtwo levitated up and dived down with a backflip through the opening in the floor. There was a spiral staircase to accommodate non-telekinetic creatures, but no Pokemon or human entered the control room except for Nurse Joy and himself, so the staircase was really only to allow her limited form an entry.

The grey and purple Pokemon flew through the receiving hall into the Pokemon stadium under construction by a team of Graveller and Machoke. The Machamp foreman was under trace and directed the work efficiently with his six arms. Mewtwo requested a timeline as he flew past, and the Machamp responded with his estimate that the stadium would be finished in two weeks.

Once the stadium was finished, Mewtwo would be ready to receive guests. He was still compiling his list. The mental energy required to observe humans took a toll. Watching humans interact with Pokemon inspired further disdain for both species. Humans were so fragile and weak. Fury burned in him to think he was created by them, and even served one whom thought he was worthy of Mewtwo’s power. No one was worthy of it. Humans were a nuisance that needed to be put into their place – and soon he would show them what their place was to be.

Mewtwo psychically gave orders to the various parties currently inhabiting the island and doing work for him. The cloning process was complex and the execution of his design was opulent, so his plan was taking time. The days and nights passed while he sifted through the endless trainers and their Pokemon using his spies all over the Kanto region. He trained his clones hard and the Pokemon doctor kept them well maintained.

The stars were out in early dawn as Mewtwo awoke from his meditative sleep. The generators used to power the island hummed. The sound lay over the quiet darkness like a soft blanket. Dim light glittered over the stone walls and ceiling through the large, arched windows of the control room. It was a moment that almost seduced Mewtwo into a peace.

Something shifted out of place - he felt it like a single hair standing on end. Instinctively Mewtwo levitated to the window and looked down towards the shore. Nurse Joy was standing out on the rocks – barefoot, in a nightgown. Just as Mewtwo was about to teleport her, she jumped into the sea.

Mewtwo threw out his hands and blue aura spilled over him. He could not get a lock on the doctor without a visual, so he was at the rocks in a flash of light. He half expected to be too late. The inky dawn and black water made it impossible to see. Mewtwo shaped his hands to form an orb of light and hurled it towards the depths. Upon impact the sea lit up like an emerald. Shadows of a school of Tentacool, spooked by the sudden burst, scattered in all directions. Among the forms was that of a human.

The psychic Pokemon extended a hand and the human form began to glow with telekinetic power. Mewtwo lifted Nurse Joy out of the water, and teleported them both back into the castle.

Nurse Joy dropped to the cold floor of the basement level, soaked and heaving. Mewtwo stood over her, glowering. He could no longer feel her mind, which meant she was no longer affected by the trance. He waited while she clawed at the grated floor and kicked on the ground, coughing and yelping in pain as she tried to bring in air. Her writhing inspired a slight smirk in the feline-like Pokemon, despite his consternation.

After a few deep and successful breaths, Nurse Joy quieted and held still, laying on her hip with her elbows on the ground and her head hanging low.

Perhaps I underestimated this human, Mewtwo spoke his thoughts telepathically.

The communication pressed a cold mark on Nurse Joy’s spine, and she felt the intense fear of waking up to unfamiliar surroundings, or falling. She shifted up to her palms and looked up at the creature that had forced a presence on her mind.

“What.. is happening?” she stammered.

Mewtwo tilted his head, You caused yourself harm and negated my trance. How did you achieve this?

Nurse Joy winced at the unfamiliar voice in her head, “Do – what? Are you a Pokemon?”

Mewtwo was immediately irritated and disappointed. She had no memory of what transpired. His long tail flicked back and forth swiftly. He lifted his paw-like hand and drew Nurse Joy to her feet with his telekinesis. The sudden loss of agency over her body caused her to shout in surprise.

Here, I am your master. You do not need to know anything else.

“Please, what is going on – “ Nurse Joy cried. Mewtwo waved his hand in front of her and the doctor fell silent, her eyes glazed over and empty, once again engaged in a trance. Despite the trauma of near drowning, she stood erect and softly clasped her hands in front of her.

Mewtwo lowered his arm. He still needed his questions answered, but he would need to find the answers himself. This appeared to be a theme for a Pokemon whose powers had no precedent. He tested his control over Nurse Joy by marionette, causing her to look one way and then the other, lift one arm and then the other. There was no resistance or spark of consciousness in her movements or interactions with his commands. He could not figure out how she got outside.

What did you say to me before you jumped into the sea? He asked. He was loathe to admit the vision still haunted him, and not knowing an answer haunted him further. It mixed with his vision of a mountain overlooking a lake that formed part of his being. The sea and the lake clashed, mixed, foamed, and he didn’t know where any of it came from. That this human escaped his psychic grasp and fulfilled the vision perplexed him.

“I do not understand your request, Master,” entranced Nurse Joy stated.

He already knew her answer but he was still frustrated. He had long ago searched all her memories and gleaned all the knowledge he required from her, but there was nothing in her head to explain this. He probed through again, nothing new, but he noticed she was extremely cold and exhausted.

Despite her noble posture and her blank expression, she trembled. Her hair was matted against her head and water dripped from the tip of her nose and from the hem of her gown into a puddle on the damp floor. The wet gown clung transparent against her breasts, belly button, every dip and curve, and nothing, physically or mentally, was hidden. Mewtwo’s breathing became more rapid as he realized the totality of his grasp on her - that Nurse Joy was helpless and unable to resist the trance despite an imminent collapse of her body. He felt a heat rise through him.

“Yes, Master,” Nurse Joy shifted her gaze from the dead space in front of her to Mewtwo. She stepped forward and pressed against him, running her hands slowly down his chest.

Mewtwo leapt back into the air and encircled himself in a psychic barrier, throwing Nurse Joy towards the ground.

Only respond to explicit commands! He knew a strong response would not affect any difference in her obedience, but he was unable to control himself.

Nurse Joy got to her feet. She wavered in standing but her voice was still, “I understand, Master.”

Feed and clothe yourself before you faint. He thought to her flatly. With that, the flustered Pokemon retreated up to the main floor.

--

The stadium was complete, the clones were ready. Nurse Joy received replies from all the guests, and the date was set. Mewtwo sent most of the Pokemon that built his castle away, except for two Chancey that were needed to prepare meals, and Nurse Joy, which would prepare his introduction to the guests. His clones slept within their chambers, conserving strength for the coming battle.

Mewtwo telepathically switched feeds between cameras. Most of the trainers with several days journey ahead were in route. He wanted to see the excitement of their trip, making it all the more satisfying when he would destroy their lives later. His Fearow had caught sight of three young trainers and a Pikachu packing their bags when the screen suddenly went dark. Mewtwo pulled his head back and furrowed his brow. A new feed came up – it was the video recorded by the lab that created him, detailing their experiments with Mew. The video was originally narrated by the first human he opened his eyes to several years ago, however there was a different voice and different words playing over the images of petri dishes and dividing cells. He recognized it as Nurse Joy’s voice.

“…It was created by a scientist after years of horrific gene splicing and DNA engineering experiments. Mewtwo is a Pokémon that was created by genetic manipulation. However…”

Mewtwo was switching feeds in his mind but the monitor would not change.

“…even though the scientific power of humans created this Pokémon’s body, they failed to endow Mewtwo with a compassionate heart…”

The film included a young man in a lab coat smiling at the camera and then pointing it toward the sleeping Pokemon suspended in a tube. The Pokemon’s eyes opened, bewildered, and a cheer erupted.

Mewtwo began to glow with rage. A swirl of energy formed in front of him and the monitor burst, sending sparks across the room. The shroud of energy around the psychic continued to burn as he flew down into the cloning room.

Nurse Joy stood at the computer monitor for the cloning device. Her screen displayed vitals for the clones sleeping within their cells. Mewtwo’s entrance did not interrupt her activities until he had her slammed against the screen with psychic energy.

This must be your doing. He drove the words into the back of her skull, but she gave no response. He released her and she turned toward him, emotionless.

“What do you need, Master?” she asked, blood smeared over a cut on her lip. Again, he could read nothing in her mind. Mewtwo calmed, assumed a less defensive stance and lowered himself to the grated floor in the brightly lit room.

You have no awareness. He pondered. He looked over Nurse Joy, whom waited patiently. He must be missing something. Nothing appeared out of place, so then why was he having these visions? Mewtwo glanced at the monitor Nurse Joy was using. The console contained the data from the lab. There was a connection between Nurse Joy’s activity and the visions.

The Pokemon probed her mind again, this time going as far back as he could into her memories. He saw that as he went further back, the memories became more undefined and there were fewer of them. This was odd, it should be uniform, unless -     

That is it. Mewtwo thought. He was excited by the epiphany but his exterior did not betray it. I have only accessed and controlled your conscious mind. Your subconscious resisted the trance.

The young woman continued to stare blankly, waiting for a cue to act on his behalf.

Mewtwo realized it would take time for him to figure out how to manipulate her subconscious, and decided it was not worth the effort when he was so close to his great event. He did not want this to be a distraction any longer.

The psychic levitated and teleported out of the cloning room. There was still much for him to do.

--

He saw the human standing out on the rocky shore facing the sea. All the details were the same - her posture, her clothes, her hands at her sides, how her hair whipped in the wind. Every wave crashed against the island exactly as it had before. He approached, and she turned her head. He was determined to know her words this time. He concentrated completely on the movement of lips and the sound coming from them. The scene faded into blackness except for her. The sounds of the crashing waves were gone and there was silence. She spoke, but he heard nothing. The young woman slipped into the dark water below.

He was cold. Mewtwo awoke to the feeling of weightlessness, surrounded by water. The shock caused him to attempt to breathe. Saltwater filled his nostrils and burned into his lungs. He summoned strength to calm his mind and focus his telekinetic power to propel himself to the surface. A shockwave blasted the top two feet of water away from the Pokemon and white seafoam whorled around him as he took in air. He flew over the rocks and crashed into a grassy clearing north of the castle.

He surrounded himself in a blue light that dissipated the water remaining in his airway. Mewtwo put up a barrier and scanned his surroundings. It was a peaceful night. His castle loomed above and the windmills turned rhythmically in the light breeze. The clone instinctively shook off droplets from head to tail. He was still cold and did not appreciate the wet, and though he felt fine after using Recover he was not a Pokemon accustomed to being caught off guard.

Mewtwo clenched his three-fingered hands and teleported into the castle to the room he designated for the human. The room was large enough only for a full size bed and a side table – all dark wood, polished, ornate carvings in the bed frame and legs of the table – but warped, as if they were not crafted by human hands. There was a small round window at the end of the room that allowed the moonlight to glaze the bed, but no one was in it. Mewtwo turned his attention to a door opposite the bed, illuminated by a low-powered light of candles inside.

The door began to glow in his blue telekinetic light and opened. He levitated inside and saw the doctor lying in the claw-foot tub he had inattentively placed in the middle of this wash-room when the castle was built. The tub was filled, and the woman was supine, fully clothed, with her head completely submerged.

Mewtwo cut his levitation and walked to the foot of the tub. He glaring down into the water and waited silently. Joy’s eyes opened wide and she sat up, pushing the water out of her hair with her hands. The movement was so quick the bath water sloshed and spilled onto a tiled floor. Joy gripped each side of the tub and looked up at the Pokemon, her expression a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

“Wake up!” She cried, beating her fists onto her temples.

You believe this is a dream? For only a moment, he considered her experience and how she could possibly interpret what was happening to her. That concern was quickly replaced with indignation that she had broken the trace once again and guided him to drown himself.

Nurse Joy began to get out of the tub. Mewtwo’s eyes lit up and the doctor was thrust down with her back against the porcelain. She hit hard and cried out.

Regardless if you know what you’ve done, you are responsible for it. I can find another human. The Pokemon lifted his hand into the air in front of him casually and lowered it toward the ground. Nurse Joy felt herself sink below the surface of the bath water. She thrashed her arms and legs but the telekinetic force kept her under.

Mewtwo had extinguished the life of a human before, but it had never been this direct or intentional. Overcome with curiosity, he entered her mind as she fought against her fate.

He felt her fear, confusion, pain and will to fight the spasms of her diaphragm that desperately attempted to pull in air. She was screaming inside but did not give in. She thought of someone she loved. He didn’t know or care who it was.

Mewtwo closed his eyes, and in the darkness of his sight he saw her standing on the rocks. She turned her head slightly, and he could hear her speak:

“Where am I? Who brought me here?” She whispered. Before she stepped off the rocks, as she always did in the vision, her form changed, and he saw a young woman with blue hair and a wide grin. She turned to face him. Mewtwo did not remember seeing this girl before, but the sight of her made his stomach lurch and his chest tighten. “Go on living. I am sure life is wonderful!” She threw her hands out exuberantly, and fell backwards into the surf. It was as if a cord was attached, and her fall ripped something out of him.

The Pokemon opened his eyes and drew his hand back. Nurse Joy felt the pressure on her release and came up coughing. She rolled herself over the side of the tub and fell to the ground with a thud, still hacking and gasping.

Mewtwo looked down at her intently. Then with a flash, he teleported away.

Nurse Joy’s dress was heavy with water, but she pulled herself to her knees and leaned against the wall of the bathroom. Adrenaline got her to her feet and she stumbled to the doorway. She looked out at the bedroom, collapsed, and blacked out.

Joy felt something soft brush against her face. She opened her eyes but could still see nothing but darkness. She tried to move but there was nothing beneath her. She sensed movement next to her and turned her head. A small, pink Pokemon floated next to her, its bright blue inquisitive eyes close to her face.

“Mew,” It chirped resolutely.

The Pokemon faded. Behind it, far in the distance, she saw the large purple Pokemon that had been attacking her. He wore what looked like armor. He opened his arms in a wide gesture and Joy heard battle cries of many different types of Pokemon, they echoed all around her, and were soon joined by the shouts and screams of people. The large purple Pokemon began to glow bright and the armor disappeared. He was suddenly much closer.

A flood of memories streamed through her mind, they came through so quickly she wasn’t sure if they were hers, or who she was. What was she? Where was she? What was happening to her? A wave of loneliness rose within her, and she felt betrayed. This wasn’t her – she was not lonely.

She saw herself at the Pokemon Center, releasing an Eevee out of its Pokeball. It was a warm day, the sun was bright, she was relaxed and ready for the weekend. The Eevee waited patiently at her side while she pulled out a bag of chow, until its attention was drawn towards the window and it began to growl.

Nurse Joy’s ears began to pulse, and she felt light-headed. She stood in front of a large machine that reminded her of an Omastar. Where was Eevee?

These are defective. Start again. She heard the Pokemon that was always inside her mind. Prepare an elixir. Do not heal that one. Find a suitable alternative. Send that one an invitation. The string of commands continued and she found herself unable to think. There were other words hidden between the commands, spoken softly and less certain, and she focused on that to avoid the loud, demanding litany.

This must be my destiny. How dare he disrespect me. I am the strongest Pokemon. Where is Mew? No one can match me. What is my purpose? I will never find happiness. I have no feeling – it makes me powerful. I am more powerful than any human. This world doesn’t deserve me. It is mine.

Joy’s attention went from the voices to the Pokemon standing next to her. He stared ahead. She followed his gaze to a massive fire in front of them - the Omastar machine was burning. The heat became intense, so intense that she began to fear her safety, and tried to run away. She found no friction or surface to run on. Nurse Joy screamed, “let me out! Please!” The Pokemon turned to her, but did not address her. “Please, let me out! Please Mewtwo!” Nurse Joy began to feel an odd sensation of being two places, two minds, two states – she burned with fear and desperation, overwhelmed by the threat surrounding her, but she also felt a desire for her pleading. She cried out again to satisfy the desire – and the Pokemon smirked at her.

Nurse Joy woke up and let out a short, startled scream. She sat forward. Perspiration covered her face. She was in the bed of the room she had remembered from before. The sky was blue and bright, the sun just above the horizon of the sea outside the window.

The doctor wiped her eyes of tears, and dabbed her neck with the hem of her gown. Unfortunately, it was even more wet than her face – it was still wet from the bath. Nurse Joy peeled off the damp dress rubbed her arms and legs.

The ineffable nightmare lingered, making her existence feel uncertain, but her skin was ashen and clammy. She couldn’t be that lucid of a dreamer to feel so physically ill. She slid off the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom, found a towel and dried herself off.

She sat on the cold tile, staring at the tub for a long while, unable to make sense of anything. She remembered so many things, but she could not piece it together. After a long time, the young woman noticed she was famished – and knew that the Chancey would be preparing breakfast. The routine comforted her, like it was a normal day.

Nurse Joy realized she only had the one gown, and so pulled out the chemise from it, which would dry quicker than the heavy wool, and slipped it on. She exited the bedroom and headed down the short hall and to the stone stairwell that lead to the kitchen.

She ate a breakfast of warm scrambled eggs and smoked fish. The two Chancey chattered as two social Pokemon would, and paid Nurse Joy little mind aside from clearing her plate and replacing it with a cup of green tea. She sat at their work table and sipped slowly, contemplating what she should do.

Chancey put together a plate of smoked fish and berries. As she lifted it from the counter to check if it was to satisfaction, it vanished out of her mits.

“Chancey!” She chided.

There was no electronic communication, no boat or vessel to get off the island. Nurse Joy knew these things already. The Chancey could not help her cross the sea. Her only way off the island would be through Mewtwo. Joy shuddered.

Despite being trapped with a violent Pokemon that has little regard for human life, the dream gave her a strange sense of confidence. Her fear was known instead of unknown, and the danger was well defined. Nurse Joy thought about her home, wondered if anyone was searching for her. Besides her Eevee, she did not have any close family in town. She thought of her sister calling and never getting an answer. She began to focus on her home – it was the only thing to keep her resolute and sane. Find a way home.

The Pokemon doctor set down her tea cup and excused herself from the table. The Chancey waved a farewell and the human exited the kitchen.

--

Nurse Joy stood at the side entrance of the control room. Mewtwo was sitting in the central chair – a fixture made of strange metallic material that did not appear comfortable. He held up an empty plate. It floated out of his hand and flashed into nothingness. Somewhere, a Chancey cursed.

Do you still believe this is a dream? Mewtwo asked without looking at her.

“No, and I would like to go home,” Nurse Joy replied.

Your memories have returned.

“Yes,” she said.

Tell me, why do you throw yourself into the sea? Mewtwo asked.

Nurse Joy was taken aback by the question. She wasn’t quite sure what he meant. She tried to remember what he might be talking about, but her mind could only focus on one thing.

“I..” she started, paused, unsure what his level of interest was, “I went down to the beach, when I a girl. My mother, she jumped. Into the sea.”

Mewtwo rested his chin on his hand, still looking out through the massive windows. What did she say to you? He asked.

Nurse Joy bit her lip and kneaded her hem, “I don’t know if this is your business.”

She heard him snort. I have not seen this memory of yours. You found a way to hide it, which may be why it insistently appears. I will ask once more, what did she say to you?

The young woman clenched her jaw, and spoke slowly, “She said, I’m sorry my love. Please go on living.”

Mewtwo contemplated the vision of the woman with the blue hair that affected him so strongly. He was silent for a long while, and Nurse Joy became uncomfortable.

“I have your memories, too,” she ventured carefully.

Mewtwo teleported out of his chair and appeared three feet in front of the woman, causing her to step back and put up her hands.

That is not possible. Mewtwo scoffed.

Nurse Joy looked out through the window toward the ocean, “When I was very young, I had four companions. They were Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, and Ai.”

That is not my memory. Mewtwo’s tail began to thrash, and his nostrils flared.

“You went with the Rocket Gang. You stole Pokemon for them,” Joy looked up into his eyes, “He regarded you as a weapon he could pull a trigger on at will. You were an object to him.”

Do not speak! The Pokemon commanded, and Joy’s throat closed up. She grabbed her neck and fell backwards. He released her. You are an object to me. All of you are. Mewtwo turned away from her.

Nurse Joy stayed down, rubbing her neck to make sure it was ok, and swallowed hard. He had already almost killed her already – she was unsure why he didn’t go through with it, but wasn’t about to ask. Nurse Joy thought deeply, searched the memories for something she could use to convince him to let her go.

Mewtwo glanced back at her, Do not approach me again.

Nurse Joy’s attention was back to Mewtwo, “Are you going to put me under that spell?”

The psychic did not answer her question.

Joy heard a faint, low voice, and listened. She knew it was his thoughts – she remembered them in the dream, and she could hear them now. He thought about the risk of using the ability, so he would only use the mind control move when absolutely necessary. She didn’t understand what the risk might be.

“Can you hear what I am thinking?” She asked tentatively, collecting herself and getting back to her feet.

Yes. You are attempting to be clever to convince me to let you go.

Nurse Joy was silent for a moment. He did not seem aware that she could hear him thinking to himself. It might be her only leverage.

She thought back to the nightmare, how she asked to be released from it and Mewtwo let her go in the dream. The fire was a memory of the destruction of his origins, but the fire was burning there still. She felt in the dream that he believed his power was omnipotent, hot with distain and intolerance and anger. When she appeared he wanted her to experience it and be consumed by it. He wanted to control her like he felt controlled by his creators, to have power over life and death. The instinctual violence of it shifted into a physical desire so basic and visceral, yet vain, which made it all the more desperate.

“I dreamt you,” she stammered, “you wanted me to-“ she wasn’t able to speak and instead gave him a thought, “-then you let me go.”

He stared at her in astonishment, and turned to face her. That is a capricious fantasy.

She immediately regretted her words and the image she sent him. She thought he had already made the proposition, but realized Mewtwo had no knowledge of her dream. It dawned on her that she knew many things he didn’t, but wasn’t quite sure what the extent of it was. If she did know, he would surely know, too – or so she thought. Her head was spinning. She just indicated that she’d agree to an immoral act to escape. She was thinking fast on how to take it back.

Mewtwo responded to her racing thoughts. Morality is irrelevant. I caught you and so you belong to me. I can do anything I please with you. Isn’t that how Pokemon and humans relate?

“People don’t treat Pokemon that way!” Joy protested.

The Rocket Gang provides many avenues of commerce concerning Pokemon. Mewtwo stated simply. Remaining naïve doesn’t absolve you, it makes you stupid and unfit to make claims on what is right or wrong. Humans are more perverse than I could ever be.

She had not expressed proper deference to him since she arrived in the tower, until this moment. The young woman averted her gaze assumed a demure posture. She did not argue.

Joy searched the memories from her dreams for what he told her. He was right about the Rocket Gang. Mewtwo had even delivered some of these Pokemon for illicit activity, and felt no remorse.

Nurse Joy probed further and saw Mewtwo was not asked to use his psychic abilities only to defeat and capture Pokemon. She discovered a memory where Giovanni slept with two women in Mewtwo’s presence, using his psychic abilities to enhance the experience, one of the Pokemon’s memories that contributed to his distrust of Giovanni’s respect towards him.

Nurse Joy felt an intrusion into her mind, and ceased her mental searching for information. Mewtwo’s large tail swayed lazily, uncharacteristically low to the ground. He began to project scenarios of how he could end her life, basing many of them on when he was drowning her in the bath. Nurse Joy clenched her fists as her heart raced. He may just kill her after all. He noticed the anxiety.

It is hopeless for you. You should understand that. His thoughts were soft, ironically making them even more punctuated.

“Let me go,” She said.

Ask me. He replied.

“Will you let me go?” She complied. He pressed on her mind, “Master,” she choked on the word. She tried to sense his thoughts, but there were no thoughts – only a rush of excitement. This was a bad plan, but she didn’t know what he would do if she tried to back out now.

Mewtwo’s eyes began to glow and her vision dissolved into darkness. Joy felt someone was very close to her, but she could not tell if it was real or in this mental landscape only. Then the feline-like Pokemon appeared in her view in the darkness. She was no longer able to distinguish where she was or what was happening around her.

You will obey me and I will decide if you go free. The Pokemon’s words filled her mind. She resisted the sentiment, and in respond she felt tightness from around the back of her neck.

“Yes, Master,” he wanted her to say, so she did.

The psychic Pokemon tensed at her voice and lifted his hand in front of him to the height of his waist. He extended two of the digits. Joy gasped as she felt something push against her sex. She felt Mewtwo sensing her reactions to him, but she was too overwhelmed to try to do the same. She watched the movements of his hand suggest pleasuring a woman, and she felt the stroking against her clit at an intensity that was near impossible in reality. She let out a low whine and quivered.

The image of Mewtwo disappeared and she felt someone gripping her waist, then her ass. It grabbed her fine, strawberry hair and pulled her head back, a hand traveled lightly over her firm breasts, and she felt a warmth pressing into her back. A hard rod entered her. She gasped in the quiet darkness.

Do you want me to release you now? His thought to her broke the silence.

Joy was absorbed by a need for the rod in her pussy to thrust her – the suggestion was intense and she felt her juices tickling her cervix. She pinched her nipples between her fingers with her left hand, slid the palm of her right down her waist, feeling her own soft skin and smooth curve of her hip, “Please, fuck me, Master,” she breathed, but wasn’t sure how much of it was her. It scared her and for a moment and she became clear headed enough to try and find Mewtwo. His mind was split between two places.

She found her way to her real body by locating Mewtwo’s, and opened her eyes. She was on her knees, her pussy was slick, and she had spread her legs in wanting. Mewtwo was masturbating himself with psychic energy in front of her exposed sex, sitting on his haunches, but stopped soon after she opened her eyes. He looked at her curiously, wondering how she had escaped the psychic cage. Her eyes travelled from his confused expression to his erection. His purple cock was not so large as to intimidate her, but was thick, long, and hard. The tip was smooth with no ridges, unlike a human, and was wet with precum.

Mewtwo had never physically had sex with a human. He only participated in psychic liaisons and they never broke out of it before. The Pokemon tried to process how this happened when the human moved forward and slipped her mouth over his member.

He nearly jumped when he felt the back of her tongue on him, but the eagerness and sensation of his cock being held in her small mouth was immensely satisfying. A blue aura pushed her deeper onto him until his shaft was down her throat. He expected she would protest, but instead she sucked until she was back up half way, then took his cock deep into throat again and held him there, wriggling over him and making him throb. Mewtwo realized his mouth was hanging open and closed it. The sexual energy of the hypnosis clearly hadn’t faded. The Pokemon never believed that the physical reality of a warm, tight hole could compare to what he could do psychically, but he was convinced to try.

Mewtwo tried jutting his hips forward to force himself deeper and the woman immediately choked and spit him out. He grabbed her the back of her head with his three-fingered hand.  She yelped and avoided going down again by licking his cock instead. He watched her patiently, not entirely sure what this was supposed to do for him. She licked up his shaft and sucked off the precum. As she avoided going down on him again, he read her fear that he may asphyxiate her intentionally. He smiled in amusement.

Some other time, perhaps. He taunted. Nurse Joy pulled away and sat back on her knees, glaring at him – the effects of the psychic foreplay he gave her was beginning to wear off. He cast the straps the chemise off her shoulders with his mind, tore it down the front with a sharp ripping of fabric and pulled it off her.

Mewtwo looked over her small frame, her exposed, pert breasts, her legs were still spread and the scent of her was strong. He decided that if it had already gone this far, he wanted to fuck her properly.

The Pokemon stood up. He picked her up with his telekinetic power and placed her face down and spread against one of the consoles on the wall of the room.

“No, wait-” she started. Suddenly she felt a wave of heat rush through her. She got goosebumps as she her entire body became sensitized: the feel of the cold metal plating on her stomach, the air cool against her exposed, wet pussy with her chemise pulled up over her butt. Her back tingled, and her face felt flush.

Mewtwo placed a hand over her coccyx and pushed himself into her pink opening as far as he could go. The shock of it caused her to gasp. He was slightly too big to fit his entire length, but she was so wet he went in easily. She tried to convince herself that it was a psychic ability that made her want to push herself harder onto him as deep as she could take it.

Mewtwo closed his eyes and held still – savoring the feeling of her soft warmth against his phallus. The female wriggled, trying to encourage him to thrust into her. He leaned over her and pressed her head sideways against the console with his hand to hold her down. He ran his other hand down her back, over her hip, up over her small, round ass. He wrapped his tail around one of her legs, leaned into her – her squeal in response made him shudder. He pulled out his cock and then thrust into her again. She was trembling and panting. Mewtwo pumped her again and again,  her tits smacking repeatedly against the metal panel. He grabbed the console with his free hand and pinned her with the other, waves of pleasure rolling through him, becoming more and more urgent.

Nurse Joy was being fucked so hard she was hardly able to breathe. She curled her fingers over the grey metal and gritted her teeth. The mixture of pain and ecstasy dissolved her. She heard Mewtwo make a noise that startled her, “Tuuu..” it’s voice rumbled. She had never heard a sound from him, only telepathy. His vocalization brought back to her senses that she was allowing a Pokemon to screw her, but his cock hit the back of her sex again and she moaned.

She felt his shaft pulse and spasm against her, pumping warm cum into her pussy. It filled her and slipped over the inside of her thighs. The young woman attempted to move but the Pokemon shoved her back onto the hard surface. She felt him peel away, continuing to hold her with a psychic power. After half a minute he lifted her from the console and turned her around.

He was sitting at his control chair, looking her over as if she were a painting. Her slim legs were splattered with both their juices, she was cold in the room, her figure lit from behind by the open sky through the window. She felt her body desire more from him, imagined the mental image he’d created of his round fingers pleasuring her continuously – that he’d play with her, make her orgasm and stop the aching she still felt.

She knew he was looking into her mind to see these things. He used telekinesis to sit her on the panel in front of him and spread her legs, holding her there.

Continue these fantasies. He ordered. She could see he was becoming hard again.

“Yes, master,” she knew to follow his prompts.

She closed her eyes and imagined his cock sliding up her opening, rubbing against it, the head teasing her pussy. Her sex ached for him tickle her soft skin with his tongue, lick and suck her clit. She thought of him grabbing her tits and pinching her nipples, slipping his tail between her legs and riding it until she came, of him biting the nape of her neck and thrusting his cock into her again.

Nurse Joy was still paralyzed by the telekinesis, and her pussy ached desperately. She began to whine, “please, Master” over and over, hoping that might draw him to her, but Mewtwo continued to observe, unmoving.

Pleasure yourself. He commanded, and released her from the telekinesis. The moment she was free, she instinctively pressed her fingers onto her clit and rubbed herself furiously, her breathing stopping short and her entire body tensed with her legs spreading wider.

Nurse Joy felt Mewtwo was present in her mind. She opened her eyes and saw his eyes were closed and he appeared calm. She stared at his erection, imagining where it should be, and continued masturbating, sliding three of her fingers into herself. Joy was coming close to climaxing, and threw her head back against the window. She was at the verge of finishing when she realized she was moving in the air. The psychic Pokemon pulled her down onto his erect cock.

She gasped and steadied herself with her legs bent on the arm rests of the chair, and tried to hold on to his shoulders but he grabbed her with the telekinesis and held her arms out to her sides and away from him. Joy undulated her hips to rub her pussy against him, his cock massaging inside her. Her breathing was rapid and stilted, reaching her climax, pushing herself faster and harder against him. Mewtwo slipped into her mind to feel her orgasm.

Nurse Joy inhaled sharply as she came. She began to fall backward, unable to hold herself up. Mewtwo stopped her with his telekinesis and maneuvered his tail to push against the arch of her back, guiding her shape against his. Her head lolled back and her arms rested in the air – she was completely exhausted, and he felt her mind was subdued.

With her quieting, he was able to take in the reality of his position, without her desires filling his head. The Pokemon still had his is cock deep in her – her wetness matted against his fur. Mewtwo ran his rounded fingers over her thigh, so much smaller than him. He traced the path over her pubic bone and continued over her abdomen, feeling his hardness pushing against her from inside, and then up to her rib-cage. He jutted his tail up her back to arch it at a more extreme angle.  He felt up her chest and over her breasts, soft and firm to his grip. He could smell her, feel her, a volume of space occupied by another and he was imposing himself on it, never entirely familiar with his own physical being – it was unnerving and intoxicating.

Nurse Joy was lost in a post-coital stupor, but suddenly felt an uncomfortable sensation between her legs. It was like licking a battery, but she felt it deep inside her – it became very hot. She yelped, tried to lift herself up but Mewtwo paralyzed her.

The Pokemon conjured a psychic aura around his member while still inside her, psychically stroking himself. He gripped her thighs and ground her hard against him. The woman could not move. Tears welled in her eyes and he felt her quivering.

Please stop, it hurts. She thought to him, beginning to panic. Mewtwo ignored her, leaned back his head and closed his eyes. The burning became more intense, and it felt like her insides were being twisted.

Stop stop stop! She shouted in her mind. She was too afraid to try to see into his thoughts, and would not be able to concentrate besides. One of the Pokemon’s hands went to her throat and he released the paralysis.

Joy thrashed, grabbed his arm that held her neck, and tried to pull herself off of him. He held her tighter at her neck and thigh, her struggling intensifying his excitement. She felt what seemed like electrical pulses run through her, and she screamed out of fear. Mewtwo held his breath, tensed and let out a low and uncontrolled grunt. The Pokemon shifted his tail and Nurse Joy fell to the ground, her legs wrapped around his. Joy watched him shudder, his eyes had rolled back and he sighed. Mewtwo crouched over her and ejaculated on her belly and chest.

She was breathing hard and sweating, the pain that had wracked through her lingered and she could not control the trembling. She held herself up on her elbows and stared at him. Mewtwo calmed and his phallus appeared to have retreated from wherever it resided. He observed – naked, her thighs closed shut against any further intrusion but her legs knocked outward. Her chest heaved up and down with her breath, and it glistened with his procurement. Her state satisfied him and he decided to keep her this way until the trainers arrived.

The woman’s brow was furrowed and her mouth formed a scowl. He could interpret it as a pout but knew better. Mewtwo read her mind. He stood, giving her a half smile.

It is trivial to worry if I’ve mistreated you. His mental voice was playful, a tone she was not accustomed to hearing. She was lying at the base of his chair, and he sat back down with her between his feet. He imagined recalling her into a Pokeball.

I long ago accepted I would not be able to live as other creatures. You are born, you find others of your kind, you produce offspring, and you die. Death is the only one of these privileges available to me.

His expression became rueful.

Joy sat up and felt the stickiness on stomach. She examined the sweet-smelling substance on her fingers and said “well, at least I know you can die,” she hesitated, “Master.”

Very cute. If I were to give you children they would be brimming with wit. Nurse Joy sensed his sarcastic comment was seated on a real desire to impregnate her. She caught a glimpse of his complicated and conflicting feelings of contempt, compassion, interest, disgust, supremacy, and lust for her. He simultaneously wanted to kill her and yet keep her. She realized he was never going to let her off the island alive. Joy became nauseous.

Mewtwo glanced through the window in front of him. The sun had crossed a fair amount of sky – he had wasted much of his day.

You will forget everything about your time here as soon as you’ve completed your purpose. How you survive after that is up to you.

“Something happened – you still haven’t figured it out,” she said to him, looking up to the ceiling and fighting back tears.  “Why can I remember things about you that I can’t possibly know?” She shrugged her shoulders. Mewtwo gave her a perplexed look.

“I thought you’d let me go because of that dream – but you won’t. I know you won’t. It felt so real. The little blue-eyed Pokemon, it knows you – and the little girl. You cared about her. Why do I remember that and you don’t? Why is this happening?” As she kept talking, she fell into despair. She held knees to her chest and hid her face in her lap, “Why didn’t you go through with it last night? Why did you stop? It doesn’t even matter now – I don’t care what you do. Get it over with.” The young woman began sobbing.

Show me what you see, Mewtwo requested.

Joy looked up from her knees, her face wet with tears. The Pokemon’s blue aura surrounded her and she felt he was in her mind. She didn’t resist, let him take what he wanted. It gave her the feeling of trying to hold on to something she knew but was always just out of grasp.

Your subconscious has been in dialogue with mine. The aura disappeared. He was agitated that he hadn’t realized this psychic link had formed. He should not have ignored her statements about it. It explained the bizarre vision in the bath. I see you’ve been reading my thoughts, as well. Have you enjoyed them?

“No, I haven’t,” she shot back, wiping her eyes.

It seems the scientists that created me also buried my memories of youth. Ai – I did care about her, but she is dead. She was weak and couldn’t survive the cloning process. Her own father did not heed this – he subjected a new life to this Hell and let it die over and over. I can not imagine a more unworthy creature of the gift of life as a human.

His tone became increasingly morbid. Joy got to her feet to try to leave, but Mewtwo pressed her back down to the base of his chair with a quick motion of his hand.

I was created to be a tool for humans to use against other humans and their Pokemon. I did not come into awareness of my existence with a history, an evolution, a continuity that promises a future. I was not given a choice. I was made without a thought paid to the potential of self-awareness, and that was their mistake. If I cannot live as a Pokemon, or as a human, I will live as the master of both. My clones will turn their reflection against them. It is almost time.

The Pokemon lifted his hand, and began to glow. He circled it in the air, and wind began to pick up outside the window, the mills turning faster and the clouds rolled by. Joy was held down to the floor and could not move. A shiver went down her spine as the pressure in the air changed, and the room became dark with the thickening mist outside.

The doctor closed her eyes, and a thought went out from her – a far reaching, desperate plea for help. She didn’t know where she addressed it, or to whom, but it responded. Bright blue, shining eyes saw her in the dark.



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