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Mewtwo Makes a Master

Part 5

for sonic232

by Draconicon

The day passed, and the night followed, with Barret and Azalea experimenting more with one another. He didn't take full control through her power again, but that was less out of distaste and more out of saving himself. With the confrontation with Mewtwo in the offing, he wanted his mind freshed, not drained from all the fun that they might have had together. The chance to actually take charge, the chance to show the psychic powerhouse what he really wanted, was actually tempting him now, and he found himself looking forward to it rather than dreading it the way that he had been.

He didn't put his Gardevoir back in the ball when they were done having fun in the morning, but rather allowed her to stay out, relaxing and tucked in under the covers of their bed with only her head uncovered. He got out of bed, not bothering to get dressed, and grabbed the pokeball that had Mewtwo waiting inside. The horse rolled the ball between his fingers for a few seconds, fighting a little last-minute hesitation, and then tossed it across the room.

With the usual explosion of light, Mewtwo appeared, and the psychic looked him right in the eyes. Rather than asking questions, he smiled.

"So. You found something."

"I found myself."

"That remains to be seen."

"Let me in. Now."

"Demanding for a change, hmm? Well, that's different...and I approve."

"Do it."

"Oh, you're serious."

Mewtwo's thoughts had a hint of surprise to them, but the way that the feline-esque Pokemon smiled made it clear that he was anything but. How could he be, with all the powers that he had and the way that he could read any mind around him? There was no way that one could surprise the king of all psychics, the one that had been made to be better, stronger, more powerful than everyone else around him.

It's why he needs someone that he can respect, Barret realized. It's not that he needs someone that can beat him. Nobody can beat him. He needs someone that he can respect, or he feels like he's just hanging around pointlessly.

And that was something that he could understand, something that he could work with, and most importantly, something that he could provide. Barret stepped forward, not bothered by his own nudity this time, and laid a hand on Mewtwo's shoulder.

"I told you. Let me in."

"If you think that you can take it."

"I can. I know what I am, now."

"Show me."

And with that, the psychic power that had drawn him in twice before seized hold of him again, dragging him out of his body. The last two times, he had allowed himself to be pulled, allowed himself to be dragged out without that much resistance. That wasn't, however, the act of a trainer, or a master, or anything that he needed to be for Mewtwo. That was the act of someone that was still afraid, someone that needed permission, someone that would just go along and do things for other people and never for themselves.

So, rather than just allowing himself to be pulled free, he reached out and grabbed hold of that power, dragging himself free with it. He had a moment of watching Mewtwo stumble forward at the sudden shift in their dynamics, and then, he was out of his own head, flying through the ether between him and the Pokemon, and then...then the contest actually started between them.

He appeared, his eyes wide, his body nothing more than thought-form. He could see the silhouette of Mewtwo hovering before him in the void, the two of them still tangling just outside of the point of being melded together. It was already more intimate than the shifting, rolling feeling that he had had with Azalea, something that allowed them to be closer and yet less loving and affectionate.

That was good. He didn't want her to be supplanted. What he wanted was to put Mewtwo in his place, to show him that he had learned what he was.

So, what are you going to do, then? Mewtwo asked. Are you going to show me what you are, or are we going to stare at each other this whole time?

Barret didn't answer with words. Instead, he moved forward, and as he did, he felt his personal willpower moving with him. Not the will to destroy, not the will to hurt, but the will to dominate. He pushed, and it felt like the air moved with him. Mewtwo stumbled backwards by a foot or two, or at least, that was how it felt in this thought space. The Pokemon arched an eyebrow, smiling slightly.

So you have started to discover that power. Good, good. Are you going to take the leash, then? Mewtwo asked, conjuring one out of thought mass. I imagine that you want to.

I'm not going to take the leash. I'm going to put the collar on you.

Really, then? You're going to just take it?

That's what I want. And that's what you want, too.

He stepped forward, holding up a hand. Out of the purple light all around them, a collar started to take form, darkening slightly to stand out against everything else. He squeezed it tight, feeling it becoming more and more real between his fingers, something that he could actually touch.

Mewtwo looked surprised, and that was a boost to his confidence. He had hoped that he could be better, that he could be something that Mewtwo hadn't expected, and he had finally managed to do it. Even if it was something that the psychic had half-expected from seeing it in his head when they were talking, it was still more than he had actually prepared for.

Barret squeezed the collar tighter, and then flung out his hand. It disappeared, and then reappeared around the psychic's throat. Mewtwo reached up to touch it, blinking, while Barret closed the distance, moving to stand right in front of the Pokemon. No, HIS Pokemon.

You are going to be mine.

You are confident about that?

I can be what you need. And you will be what I need.

And what do you need, hmm? the collared psychic asked, still looking as confident as ever. I told you before, don't start this again until you know what you want. You seem to think that you've taken that even further. What do you need, then?

To live the way that I deserve to live. To live like I actually am. To be me.

He had figured that out over the course of the night. Whatever people told him to be in the past could be forgotten, could be shifted from, but he needed the strength to hold the course and to protect himself and Azalea from the condemnation of others. That meant that he needed strength that he didn't actually possess at the moment. That meant that he needed Mewtwo, for all kinds of reasons.

The psychic seemed to understand at least part of that. He didn't know if it came from their near-melding, or if it was something that Mewtwo was just reading from his inferences, but it got a different sort of smile from the god-tier psychic. The feline-esque Pokemon stepped a little closer, his chest and stomach brushing against Barret's.

So, does that mean that you think that you can dominate me properly now?

It means that I'm going to try.

He grabbed the collar, turning Mewtwo around with a sudden heave. It wasn't violent, not yet, but it was firm, pushing the psychic around. There was a surge, something that felt like the Pokemon trying to teleport away, but the collar was more than just a marking. It was a way for him to channel his wants and needs through his partner. He gripped it tight, pulling back, telling Mewtwo to stay just where he was. Their willpower clashed again, and this time, his won out.

Barret was under no illusions. This wasn't something that was being done at full power. Mewtwo could have burned his mind right out of his skull with his psychic powers if the Pokemon really wanted to. The stallion could have lost his entire sense of self, and there would have been nothing that he could do to stop it or slow it down. But the difference was, Mewtwo wanted this. The only thing that they were doing now was testing whether he was worthy of having it, whether he could be the trainer that would have the honor of commanding a Mewtwo around.

So far, he was doing pretty damn good, as far as he was concerned. He had managed to keep Mewtwo from slipping free, and now, they were in the perfect position for an age-old ritual of establishing dominance.

In this mind-space, he had exactly the sort of equipment that he needed for this, and with a little force of thought, so did Mewtwo. He could feel the surprise as they came closer together, as his cock rubbed up against a hole that hadn't been there before.

You want me that way? Mewtwo whispered. My, my...

Don't pretend that you haven't wanted it. We've been bonded together; I know what you think about.

I will admit, down there, you do not disappoint.

Then take it.

He pushed forward, and it was more than just the physical joining that could have happened in the real world. Here, in the mental world, his cock was not just a piece of meat that was claiming the body. It was the embodiment of his will claiming someone else's mind and will.

NNNGH!

Mewtwo's sudden grunt was both gratifying and relieving at the same time. He had been expecting another little quip, another little moment of the Pokemon being disappointed about something or other. This time, he had been someone to exceed the expectations rather than barely meet them. He grinned, feeling the odd, pleasurable sense of something psychic, something different gripping his cock, feeling like he was thrusting into something real and unreal at the same time. He pushed forward, feeling his shaft getting sucked deeper and deeper into whatever it was that he was filling. The mental metaphor told him that he was filling an asshole, but what was it, really, when they were little more than concepts flitting around in thought-space?

He slammed in, feeling Mewtwo's construct slip just a little bit. He pushed his will into the next thrust, and the thrust after that, and the one after that. Every single thrust was met with a sudden push back from Mewtwo, the pair of them grinding, bouncing, twitching, slapping against each other with increasing abandon.

It was not the intimate control that he had over Azalea, and that was good, because he didn't want to share that. This was something rougher, more blunt, more aggressive. This was him taking control of someone that he needed, someone that he required under him. This was him showing his power, his will, his everything, so that he could have what he needed.

This was him being the stallion that he was born to be, someone that could take what he wanted, someone that would bring others under him so that they could be cared for properly. Someone that could take charge.

In, out, in, out, and it almost felt like he was mind-fucking the Mewtwo as well as just fucking him. The pulses of light around them was like a rainbow of pleasure, the mind getting shifted, the will between them changing. He could feel that the pulling, grasping tendrils that had dragged him in here had long since faded, and now, he was the one holding the leash, the one that was giving orders and dragging himself and Mewtwo around. The order of power had changed, and he was the one on top now.

He pulled on the collar, and Mewtwo moved with him. He shoved his partner to his knees, dragging Mewtwo's head up by the collar, fucking him and rutting him doggy-style. The feeling of his cock penetrating that mental construct, the feeling of those strange, thought-walls clenching down on him in an entirely different way than Azalea had done, was dragging him towards climax. Yet, at the same time, he refused to go over, not yet. He wanted to see how long he could drag it out, how long he could hold the thought-orgasm at bay.

He imagined little strips of leather wrapped around his balls, pulling them down, dragging them away from the point of climax. He imagined a similar ring wrapped around his cock, pulling right at the base, squeezing at it and making his cock all the harder, that much more sensitive, but much further from orgasm.

Much bigger, too, considering the way that Mewtwo gasped at the sudden shift in size and heft down there. He grinned, leaning forward.

Enjoying it more than you thought, hmm?

You're bigger than you look.

I'm as big as I need to be. As big as I want.

Mmm...that's the ego...now...keep going...

Mewtwo was obviously enjoying himself, obviously getting deeper and deeper into the feeling of being mind-fucked. That collar was giving him all the control that he needed, and he realized that he could have turned Mewtwo entirely female in the mind. He could make the psychic humanoid, could do anything that he wanted. So much control had been surrendered in the last few minutes to him, but Barret somehow knew that it wasn't going to be the end of it. He needed to cement his control, and to do that, he needed to take this all the way. All the way to the end, and then some.

He picked up speed, his other hand moving forward to grab hold of the loop behind Mewtwo's head. The sudden grasp there drove the Pokemon crazy, making those clenches down around his dick all the tighter, making him spasm under the horse. Every thrust drove him further up the wall, Barret felt, and he could feel the walls around him shifting, the colors no longer so stable. The control that Mewtwo had over himself was slipping, changing, fading. His will was taking over, and the Pokemon...wanted it.

And that was all that he needed to know. He leaned in, whispering.

Cum. Cum for your trainer. Cum for your master.

And that was it. Mewtwo arched his back, and without the slightest warning, he came. The sudden deluge of mental seed shooting into the ether created a rainbow effect, a sudden shift between the pair of them. There was an emptiness in Mewtwo's mind, a space, and that space was something that Barret took advantage of.

He slammed in one last time, and as he did, he came. He released his control of himself, and as he did, he poured his will, his domination, and his excitement to be in charge between him and Mewtwo. He shoved it in, forcing it down the Pokemon's mental link, using it the way that someone else might have used a throat to cum down. It felt like he was relieving himself of all the stress that had built up over the last day, and he grinned as he felt the thought-form of Mewtwo under him slowly start to shift, to relax, to change just a little bit.

And then...while they were still connected...they merged.

Barret and Mewtwo were more or less the same individual at that moment, and he stared out through Mewtwo's eyes. This time, he was the one in charge, not just someone that was in the back of the head and giving suggestions. He could feel the contentment rolling beneath the surface, something that he hadn't felt in the previous sessions with Mewtwo, and it was...good. It made him feel like he had done something right, for a change, and that he didn't need to worry as much about what he was doing going forward.

He looked at Azalea, saw that she was glancing at his standing, still body. He made Mewtwo gesture at his catatonic self, using Mewtwo's powers to float it back to the bed.

"Well...that's easier than it was last time," he said using Mewtwo's power.

"You...you're already in there?"

" He is," Mewtwo said, bubbling up from under him. " But this time, we're a little bit more...together. And he has definitely figured out what he needed."

That made him feel better, but he could tell that Azalea wasn't as convinced. He didn't even have to tell Mewtwo what to do. They were merged on an entirely different level than before. He could just reach out, and while he didn't know how to use the powers directly, he could still make them do what he wanted to an extent. So, he reached out and touched Azalea's mind, reaching past her defenses and letting her link with him.

He felt the pressure of a third mind in Mewtwo's skull. Any other type of Pokemon wouldn't have been able to pull this off, being crushed by more than a single mind, and he imagined some psychics wouldn't have been able to pull it off, either. But Mewtwo was something different. Mewtwo was, perhaps literally, made for things like this.

He touched his Gardevoir's mind, letting her feel their situation. He could sense her surprise, her delight, and her utter awe in what was happening between him and Mewtwo, and more to the point, the power that he had at his disposal.

As soon as he felt her delight, he grinned - or rather, Mewtwo did - and he used his new power to pull at the blankets, dragging them down and exposing her body. She yelped in surprise, almost looking rather embarrassed, but there was just enough of a smell in the air to tell him that she wasn't bothered by his aggressiveness. If anything, she seemed to want that little bit more.

"Are...is he..."

"He's in here with me," Barret said. "He's going through everything I am, and he's getting to see everything that I'm seeing."

"I...I don't know..."

"I know. I know you want to be seen. And..." He smiled. "I know you want someone else to breed you..."

It was nothing but a small tease, something that he had seen when they were linked, something that had surprised him to find out, but something that was nonetheless true. There was a tiny bit of slut in the Gardevoir, something that wanted to be used by powerful figures. Mewtwo was one of the most powerful Pokemon ever to come into existence; he was a prime target for that kind of fantasy.

Of course, the suggestion provoked a gasp from Azalea and a grunt of mild surprise from Mewtwo, but neither of them entirely denied the suggestion. Barret smiled, curling his new, stubby fingers slightly, and the gesture sent more of his attentions towards the Gardevoir. She gasped, half-lifted upwards, standing on the tips of her legs, shivering as she felt psychic attention running up and down her limbs, running up towards her sex in a way that was more powerful and more intense than he had been able to manage when they were bonded together.

Are you actually going to make me do this? Mewtwo asked through their bond.

Yes, I am.

My, my. Sharing your toys?

No.

No?

No, Barret said. I'm rewarding one, and training the other.

There was a silence following that, and someone else might have wondered if they had overstepped their boundaries. He, however, knew the truth. Mewtwo was too close to him now to hide that there was a slightly embarrassed pleasure at being pushed around like this, at being used so forcefully.

You might not have the equipment, but you can simulate that well-enough.

True. I don't have the barbaric club that you have between your legs, but I can make it work.

Good. You will satisfy her, and you will see to it that she cums. Hard.

All the while, he had continued his stimulation, working his mental fingers deep into her sex. Azalea was gasping, her eyes wide at the attention she was getting, and while her green and white cheeks were stained pink, she didn't tell him to stop. If anything, her eyes were wide open, her mouth slowly pushing up in a smile from how she was being treated. As much as she loved him, she still liked to be treated as a thing.

He floated her towards Mewtwo's body, ensuring that she was getting lifted up, maintaining control and position the whole time. The psychic powers at his disposal made it easy for him to spread her legs with nothing but a fanning of his fingers, enforcing the control that he had over her, the control that he had over Mewtwo, the control that he had over everything. It was so...so easy, and it was a reminder of just how much better things were going to be with Mewtwo on his side and actually under him. The road forward was feeling ever clearer, and he had no words for how much better that actually made him feel to think.

Then, they were close enough to have their fun. He smiled, slowly directing Mewtwo's power down south, creating a shaft of semi-solid psychic energy. Not one as large as his, but large enough to make sure that she felt the whole thing. She looked down, and Azalea shivered.

"It's been a long time since I've felt anyone but Master's cock..."

"You'll feel Mewtwo's today. And you'll remember it."

"Only as something that's almost as good as yours," she promised."

"We'll see."

He smiled at her, and then slowly pushed himself backwards. Mewtwo didn't quite expect that, and almost stumbled as he took control of his powers again.

What are you doing?

I told you. You're going to fuck her.

As in, actually?

Yes.

And you?

I'm going to watch. And direct, if you don't know what you're doing.

...You're doing a good job of twisting this. I approve.

Barret thought so. If he hadn't been in charge, this could have gone the route of a cuckolding scene with ease. Instead, he was turning it around, forcing one of his underlings to pleasure another. Even though Mewtwo was doing it by using his powers and new cock to fuck Azalea, that didn't take anything away from Barret. If anything, him directing it put him that much higher, because he was allowing Mewtwo to have pleasure, and giving it as a reward to someone that was so devoted to him.

The more that he did, the more that he took charge, the better he felt. No longer was he waiting for judgment from someone else. No longer was he waiting for the approval for being 'good.' Instead, he was just being himself. He was being who he wanted to be. He was being the sort of person that he had always been, and he felt right, whether he was in his body or someone else's.

As he settled back, the two of them set to work, rocking against each other. Echoes of pleasure rushed through him, feeding in from both Mewtwo and through their link with Azalea. He felt the mutual pleasure that they were both getting, both the feeling of sliding in and the feeling of being slid into. There was a different sort of merging there, as if all the pleasure that they felt as a trio was bouncing between them, reverberating, growing, changing, boosting itself again and again and again as it grew with each successive thrust.

In, out, in, out, and he groaned softly in the back of Mewtwo's skull. He wasn't just a passenger anymore; he wasn't just held there because he was forced to, but because he chose to. There was nothing that pinned him there but his own interest in watching the show rather than actively participating.

Well, other than the little suggestions that he had to give, of course.

Make sure that you thrust from underneath a bit more. A little different angle - that's it.

There were little corrections that had to be made with Mewtwo's technique. He imagined that the psychic Pokemon hadn't had a lot of breeding experience in all that time that he had spent in the cave, but at the same time, there was a certain amount that had to be corrected for. He rolled his eyes from time to time at the little cheats that Mewtwo was using his powers to cover up, but in its own way, that endeared the psychic to him that little bit more. It took him from that pedestal that Mewtwo had been occupying and made him that little bit more normal, that little bit more like everyone else that occupied the world.

In, out, in, out, the thrusting continued, and it didn't take long for Azalea to go over the edge for the first time. The fact that she was being watched by two others, by her master and by her new partner, must have helped. The fact that it was so new probably helped, too. The fact that Barret was still in her mind, though? That was the thing that pushed her over the edge, he knew. The fact that he was there, rewarding her and training her just as much as he was doing to Mewtwo. That was the thing that made her love it.

She moaned, squirting down, and Mewtwo and Barret felt her pleasure echoing through the link they shared together. They paused for a half-second, enjoying the pleasure, the bliss, the everything that they were getting...

And then the pushed on for more.

The rut continued throughout the morning, getting harder, stronger, better, faster, each one of them finding different ideas and lifting new techniques from one another's minds. The power of the two psychic Pokemon, combined with the ingenuity of the trainer, meant that they had dozens of options for getting themselves over that edge again and again and again, and the sheer relief of a mental orgasm meant that the males could keep going far longer than usual.

And so they did.

The late afternoon arrived, and Barret finally disentangled himself from Mewtwo and Azalea. He returned to his own body and he almost immediately fell backwards, groaning.

"Ow..."

"Is something wrong, Master?" Azalea asked.

"He's tired. He's not used to that, not yet. But he'll grow."

The slight approval from Mewtwo in that statement was a nice feeling, even though his hips felt like he had been thrusting away all day. Thankfully, his cock had been mostly inert through the show that he had been watching through Mewtwo's eyes, so he didn't feel the utter agony that would have come from a day's worth of blue balls, or the mess that would have come if they weren't blue.

Even so, he smiled. There was something glorious about having done what he had done. He had conquered Mewtwo, he had enjoyed the company of two very eager submissives for him, and...

And he had found himself. That, he supposed, was the best prize of all. He had found himself and made things better, and that couldn't have a price put on it.

Azalea joined him in bed, and he wrapped an arm around her. She was shaking slightly, not in fear, but in the aftershocks of her various orgasms. She groaned as she nuzzled under his arm, rubbing his chest slowly before looking up at him.

"So...what are we going to do now?"

Barret had to admit, he wasn't entirely sure. There were things to do, still, places to go, but now that he had this determination to never hide again, that meant that he would be faced with some judgment by other people. The way that the public had reacted when he was out at the cafe, the way that they had glared at him for treating Gardevoir like she was his partner rather than just his Pokemon, had been a reminder that it was something that he'd have to deal with from every corner of his life once he started living openly and honestly.

But that didn't mean that he could just stop. He felt too good as this new version of himself. He wanted to be happy like this, to stay happy like this. Too many times he had been completely stifled, cut off from that happiness by being what other people believed he should be. No more, he decided. No more.

"We'll get the next ship from Vermillion City and head to Johto for a while," he decided. "I don't think that there will be as many people there staring at us, and...I think that it'll be better for the three of us to try somewhere new for a while."

"The three of us, hmm?"

The two of them looked up at Mewtwo, the psychic standing there with his tail twitching idly, his head cocked to the side in something almost like amusement.

"I thought that you might have forgotten about me, snuggled up like that."

"I hadn't forgotten anything. Read my mind if you don't believe me," Barret said.

"I don't have to do that. I see you, and I see your determination. It's rather impressive, if I am completely honest."

"Then you know what I plan to do."

"Yes. Live honestly, no matter how angry people get."

"And you're going to help me."

"...Master?" Azalea asked.

"We are going to get people angry with us. There's no way to avoid that. But we can't keep hiding." He shook his head. "There's so many people like us out there, I bet. Trainers that have relationships with their Pokemon, trainers that prefer that to being with other trainers. There's nothing wrong with what we do, but we keep hiding, pretending that we're not like this. But what if we had someone to look at? What if you and me had seen someone like us, showing that it was alright, that it was okay?"

"..."

"Nobody else has that, so we have to be that. And with Mewtwo, we can do it safely."

"Heh..." Mewtwo smiled. "Well, I have to admit. You surprised me with how quickly you grew, Barret. Or should I say, Master?"

"Say what you want. We know what you mean."

"Heh, yes, I suppose we do." Mewtwo chuckled. "Then for now, I shall retreat to my ball, and we shall talk again, later."

In the pokeball, Mewtwo considered his future.

There was nothing new to being in the grip of a trainer, though this one was better than the last by a long way. The fact that he wasn't being seen as a weapon, but rather a shield, was definitely an improvement over what he had been used for before. This Barret was definitely someone that he could be happier with.

Particularly now that he had learned how to be happy in himself, Mewtwo admitted. The fact that the horse had been so against being in charge had been...different, but there was being kind, and there was being a pushover, being someone that needed other people more than they needed you. He could have taken a trainer that was actually just there to be an equal, but that wasn't what Barret was offering. He wanted to be told what to do, because he didn't know who he was, or worse, how to be who he was. He wanted someone else to take over, because he believed his real self was too horrible to be allowed to exist.

Mewtwo shook his head. From now on, he would be ensuring that side stayed out. He might have tweaked some of Barret's memories ever so slightly, making it so that the horse was a little more dominant than he had been in the past, but that was hardly something bad. Sometimes, one needed an exaggeration to push through the conditioning that had been heaped on them from years upon years of bad advice and bad people.

You'll go far as long as you stay yourself, he thought.

Barret wouldn't want to use him as much as Mewtwo wanted to be used, but that was something else that he could live with. The capacity to control a city was there, but perhaps he would find some interesting challenges in doing things more artfully on individuals. Barret would need him, after all. Choosing to live an honest life of love and lust would always need back-up, and that was something that he could provide.

Mewtwo smiled. The minds of the world were not ready for what was to come, and he so looked forward to exercising his power properly.

The End

Summary: Barret has his last confrontation with Mewtwo and takes total control, something that even he wasn't entirely sure would work with the powerful psychic.

Tags: M/M, M/F, Psychic, Pokemon, Rule 34, Mewtwo, Series, Horse, Gardevoir, Mind Control, Melding, Merging, Anal, Vaginal, Mind Fuck, Orgasm, Cum, Mental Orgasm, Domination, Groping. Body Control,