Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ The Bermuda Island 2: The Mewtwo Boner Saga ❯ The Traitor's Hand ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ysqure3 
Erika doesn't take too kindly to Duplica's intrusion on her man-cat abomination of science and hatred! But Mewtwo thinks differently, and is willing to give the lass a chance... WARNING: GRAPHIC!
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Psychological / Post-apocalyptic | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.11.2009 | Updated On: 05.14.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 474 | Visits: 536 | Status: Work In Progress
Erika doesn't take too kindly to Duplica's intrusion on her man-cat abomination of science and hatred! But Mewtwo thinks differently, and is willing to give the lass a chance... WARNING: GRAPHIC!
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Psychological / Post-apocalyptic | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.11.2009 | Updated On: 05.14.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 474 | Visits: 536 | Status: Work In Progress
The next morning, Duplica awoke from a night of dreams of Mewtwo’s raging cock. Swooning with excitation, she masturbated for thirty minutes to the thought of last night’s forbidden view, and then got dressed to see what Mewtwo was up to.
As luck would have it, Mewtwo was meditating in a crystalline garden of his own creation. Four-dimensional metastructures caressed the boundaries of reality, and the gentle curves of thoughtspace intersected the mundanity of the island in a neo-subjective delineation. All this was lost on Duplica, of course; she only noticed Mewtwo’s suspiciously smooth groin.
Duplica tried to ready herself for the approach to Mewtwo. She wondered what she would say—what he would say! The supreme authority of his mind and flesh terrified her, but also thrilled her in ways she appreciated endlessly. She forced herself to break the paralysis of indecision, and strode up confidently to Mewtwo.
“Mewtwo,” she said. “I…”
“Yes?” replied Mewtwo, making searing eye contact.
“I saw you with Erika last night.”
The two silently stared knowingly at each other, as Mewtwo digested the information.
“I knew. I’m psychic, Duplica. Why did you tell me?”
Duplica paused, terrified of what she knew she had to say next.
Mewtwo laughed heartily and spoke for her: “Because you desperately want me to fuck you. That’s why. A noble goal, little girl. But I suppose I’ll oblige you, at least for a few hours. You have the freshness of youth about you, and I have no reason yet to refrain from your vagina.”
Groaning, Mewtwo allowed his penis to swell to a foot in length, and Duplica ogled at it as it rose to greet her. She licked her lips and bent down to take his second head into her mouth. The warmth of her breath caressed Mewtwo’s sensitive tip, and he shuddered in anticipatory ecstasy. With a flick of his wrist, he telekinetically forced Duplica’s head along the length of his cock, ramming the tip straight to the back of her throat. Duplica gagged briefly, and Mewtwo relented, laughing once more. “Can’t you do anything right, girl?” he mocked.
Angry but aroused, she had no choice but to press her mouth back on his penis. Mewtwo crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back to allow Duplica to perform her oral ministration.
Suddenly, Erika burst onto the scene. “Whore!” she shouted at Duplica. Erika threw down a Poke Ball, and unleashed a Cacturne. Its massive quills bristled sympathetically with Erika’s rage, and it readied a Needle Arm to annihilate Duplica. Terrified, Duplica could do nothing but watch as Cacturne prepared its assault.
TO BE CONTINUED
As luck would have it, Mewtwo was meditating in a crystalline garden of his own creation. Four-dimensional metastructures caressed the boundaries of reality, and the gentle curves of thoughtspace intersected the mundanity of the island in a neo-subjective delineation. All this was lost on Duplica, of course; she only noticed Mewtwo’s suspiciously smooth groin.
Duplica tried to ready herself for the approach to Mewtwo. She wondered what she would say—what he would say! The supreme authority of his mind and flesh terrified her, but also thrilled her in ways she appreciated endlessly. She forced herself to break the paralysis of indecision, and strode up confidently to Mewtwo.
“Mewtwo,” she said. “I…”
“Yes?” replied Mewtwo, making searing eye contact.
“I saw you with Erika last night.”
The two silently stared knowingly at each other, as Mewtwo digested the information.
“I knew. I’m psychic, Duplica. Why did you tell me?”
Duplica paused, terrified of what she knew she had to say next.
Mewtwo laughed heartily and spoke for her: “Because you desperately want me to fuck you. That’s why. A noble goal, little girl. But I suppose I’ll oblige you, at least for a few hours. You have the freshness of youth about you, and I have no reason yet to refrain from your vagina.”
Groaning, Mewtwo allowed his penis to swell to a foot in length, and Duplica ogled at it as it rose to greet her. She licked her lips and bent down to take his second head into her mouth. The warmth of her breath caressed Mewtwo’s sensitive tip, and he shuddered in anticipatory ecstasy. With a flick of his wrist, he telekinetically forced Duplica’s head along the length of his cock, ramming the tip straight to the back of her throat. Duplica gagged briefly, and Mewtwo relented, laughing once more. “Can’t you do anything right, girl?” he mocked.
Angry but aroused, she had no choice but to press her mouth back on his penis. Mewtwo crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back to allow Duplica to perform her oral ministration.
Suddenly, Erika burst onto the scene. “Whore!” she shouted at Duplica. Erika threw down a Poke Ball, and unleashed a Cacturne. Its massive quills bristled sympathetically with Erika’s rage, and it readied a Needle Arm to annihilate Duplica. Terrified, Duplica could do nothing but watch as Cacturne prepared its assault.
TO BE CONTINUED