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It was a quiet homestead in the woods, well off the beaten path. From afar, it didn't look like much; a lone cabin sitting on what seemed to be a large ranch, reasonably nondescript; it seemed like a calm, quiet place. One person managed the whole place, a reclusive person most people simply referred to as The Invisible Man.

Brace didn't really know what he was supposed to be looking for. His trainer had sent him out to get information on the ranch, but he hadn't said much about what kind of information he needed to get. Apparently his bosses were concerned about "suspicious activity," but had no evidence that any was happening in the first place - just a hunch that a guy who was rarely seen and out of contact for most anyone might be trouble. They couldn't really search the premises, but sending one small Pokémon to covertly check the place out could be easily excused.

So that was what had Brace creeping around bushes and hiding in foliage, trying to find anything on the ranch grounds that might have been worrisome. So far, it had yielded nothing, and the Machop wasn't particularly hopeful that that was going to change; there was a lot of ground to cover, more than he could do in a single day, and he wasn't about to spend a night there.

It was quiet, really almost too quiet. He'd only run into a couple of wandering Pokémon; for the most part the place seemed empty, which had Brace wondering a little bit. He had hoped that he could talk to them, see if they could tell him what was going on around this place, but the ones he'd seen weren't from the ranch and couldn't tell him anything. It was a bit tiresome, but it wasn't like he had that much better to do; really, the thing that bothered him more was having to go back and tell his trainer that he hadn't gotten anywhere.

And I know he was counting on me...though I guess I don't have to find something absolutely today, just as soon as I can...

He pushed another branch aside and froze. An Abra was standing in front of him, looking directly at him. And he didn't appear to be friendly. "I had a feeling someone was creeping around here."

"Wh...who are you?" Everything about this Abra had Brace on guard. First, he was awake, and clearly primed for a battle. Second, he was standing; he'd seen a lot of Abras sitting or floating, but rarely standing under their own power. Third, he was talking directly to Brace, and he knew from personal experience that most of them weren't very chatty. This guy...I dunno what's up with him, but this isn't normal.

"My name is Axon. I live here. And we don't appreciate strange people or Pokémon sneaking around here without our knowledge. I'd like for you to leave, please."

"Why? What's here that you don't want other people finding out about?"

"I've told you once. I'd rather not have to force you to leave."

Brace smirked. "Really? I think you'll find that harder than you think." He pointed to a small chip attached to the back of his head. "I'm protected against Psychic attacks. Wouldn't be fair in the leagues, but I've got special clearance. So your little tricks aren't going to work on me...I think I can take you in a fight."

"That sounds like a challenge to me." Axon took a defensive stance, once again throwing off Brace. "You're going to regret your choice."

Brace scowled. "Yeah? I'll show you!" He ran forward, a fist raised and ready to strike. Just as he reached Axon, the Abra leapt up and over him, leaving him to hit only empty air. Brace turned rapidly, just in time to catch a jab straight in the sternum. He stumbled back a step, more in shock than anything; that hit had actually hurt. Abras weren't supposed to be able to hit hard enough to do more than tickle. Then again, Abras weren't supposed to even know how to fight a physical fight in the first place, and Axon seemed more than prepared for a scrap.

Gritting his teeth, he jumped at Axon, taking a little more care to not overrun his foe this time. But once again, Axon was ready, and deftly deflected his punch, then slid down and swept Brace's legs out from under him. Before Brace knew what was happening, Axon grabbed his legs as they flew up, made a half-turn, and flung him away, sending him several feet through the air and crashing headfirst into the ground. He got back up in a second, glaring daggers at Axon. "What the fuck are you playing at?"

"What's the problem? I thought you said you could take me."

Brace didn't reply to the clear taunt; instead, he approached the Abra again, no longer running full-tilt. Axon was quick, swinging around trying to catch him from the side, but Brace was quick enough to catch this and swung. Axon took the fist to his chest, sending him flying backwards, but he landed and skidded on his feet and didn't seem more than a tiny bit shaken by the blow. Now he dashed forward, rushing Brace with alarming speed. The Machop thought he was ready, but at the last moment, Axon leapt over him, grabbed his shoulders, let his body drop, then swung around in midair to deliver a roundhouse kick to the back of Brace's head. The blow sent Brace tumbling forward, his head banging into the ground hard.

He got up a little more slowly this time, feeling a little woozy from the blow. He shook his head quickly to try to clear the fog, and turned to face down Axon, who was approaching him slowly. Snarling, Brace dashed forward again, and they grabbed each other, each trying to get the other into a tight grip. Brace broke loose first, and succeeded in pushing Axon onto the ground; from there, Axon swept his legs again, and then brought his legs around to lock around Brace's neck. Struggling and uncomfortable, Brace found his wits to do the same to Axon, latching his legs behind the Abra's head and forcing it forward and down, hoping to pain him enough to loosen the grip on his own head.

Axon quickly found his head forced against the Machop's groin, and quick as a flash, an idea sprung to mind. Instead of fighting against the muscled legs, he brought his head further forward, opened his mouth, and dragged his tongue straight up Brace's slit. Brace's eyes bugged out at the sudden jolt, and he broke his leglock to try to scramble away. Axon obliged him by letting go himself, so that he could also get to his feet and face down the panting Machop.

"You are deranged!"

"You use the tactic available to you."

"Fucking licking me down there is not a fucking fight tactic!"

Axon smirked. "You seem frazzled, Brace. What, you weren't expecting me to fight back? And on your own terms, no less?"

"You're not supposed to be able to fight like that! No Abra ever is! Okay, yeah, their mind powers are something else, but they're fragile little twigs in body!"

"Your expectations aren't unreasonable, I suppose. But you really should have known better than to underestimate me. Now, I believe I'm going to finish this little battle of ours."

Brace started to snarl at Axon's seeming cockiness, but the sound died in his throat as he saw the Abra's fists start to glow a bright blue. Faster than he could ever have foreseen, the Abra shot forward and delivered a gut punch that exploded through him, sending him flying back into a tree at high speed, hitting so hard he bounced off and flipped forward in the air, crashing down onto his back. He moaned in pain and exhaustion, realizing that he'd just been blown away by a Psychic-powered punch. The chip in his head protected him from Psychic projections, which made up virtually all of the typical repertoire of a Psychic-type; there was nothing he could have done to resist actual physical contact amplified with it. And he must've known too...shit...

After a moment he saw Axon standing over him. "It's been a while since I've had the opportunity to do that. I have to admit, it's more satisfying when it's a Machamp, but that was plenty of fun in its own right."

"What...do you...want..."

That smirk again; Brace was getting tired of it. "Well, I just beat you in a battle, now I want to punish you for sneaking in and trying to attack me. I don't think you'll be getting away at this point, which means I'll be able to do this without too much trouble."

"Do wh-agh!" Brace yelped as Axon's fingers roughly fondled his slit, delivering a jolt of discomfort and unwilling pleasure. He tried to fight, but his weakened body failed to muster up the strength to resist the Abra in any way, and his member finally slipped out, starting to rise up slowly under the continued treatment. In less than a minute he was fully hard, and finally Axon took his hand away to behold it.

"Hm...not bad for a Machop. Bet it's a source of pride for you...tends to be for you muscle and body types. I wonder how you'll take me being larger than you?"

"Sh-shut up, it doesn't matter!" The redness in his face betrayed how he really felt, though. He didn't mind that he would be smaller than many larger Pokémon, since that was only to be expected; however, it was another thing entirely to be smaller than a twiggy Abra, something that had no physical prowess. He wanted to disbelieve, but was having a hard time convincing himself.

"You're an open book. But I suppose it's immaterial for my purposes." Axon's hand once again glowed blue, but instead of a punch like before, now he wrapped his glowing hand around Brace's cock, gripping it tightly and jerking it hard and fast. Brace yelled at the sudden intense sensations in his cock, the pleasure rising faster than he could comprehend it. It took virtually no time before he felt his orgasm coming, and then just before he could cum, it stopped, staying right on that verge but refusing to go over. He cried out in agony, but Axon did not stop, continuing to give him the harshest handjob he could ever have imagined.

"Aaaaugh! Please! Let me...please!"

Axon didn't let up for even a millisecond. "You want me to let you cum? Then beg for my cock in your ass. Say that you'll give in to me and give your body up to me in no uncertain terms."

He didn't want to have to say it, but he couldn't even hold off for a little bit. "A-Axon! You can have me, you can fuck my ass with your big cock as much as you want, please, just let meeeaaaagh!" Axon didn't need to hear more, granting Brace his release, aiming his throbbing member at Brace's body so that the powerful jets of cum shot all over his chest and face. The orgasm lasted for almost a full minute, leaving Brace completely drained. His face burned red with shame and unbidden lust; being so completely at the Abra's mercy was a humiliating experience, and the worst part was that he knew he had to continue.

Axon stood up, revealing his own erection to the Machop. More shame burned in Brace as he confirmed that it did exceed his own size; now he wondered if that was true of all Abras. "Well, you heard what you said. Spread your legs wide and plead to me what you want."

Brace knew he had no choice. He lifted his legs slightly, and, using his hands, pulled them aside as wide as he could, showing off his tight hole to the Abra. It was the most submissive pose he could have imagined, and he felt pathetic doing it. "Axon...spread me open, split me in half, use me as you wish, make whine and moan like a little bitch, and mark me with your seed so I am truly and completely beaten."

"Ooh, well done. You'll get extra points for the speech." Axon wasted no time, setting himself right at Brace's hole and holding himself up right above him. "Try to look at me as I fuck you, it helps the effect." He waited until Brace's eyes were up on his face, rather hoping he could catch out of the corner of his eye the blue glow down by his ass. In a single motion, he thrust hard, spearing the Machop on his dick, the psychic energy easily parting him as well as driving his nerves beyond their limit. Brace nearly screamed, his cock jerking and sending a splash of pre onto his chest.

Axon started hammering hard, feeling a surge of pleasure of his own; the Machop was thrillingly tight, which he loved, and he knew that every thrust he sent in was dominating the Machop's body and brain, every enhanced strike on his prostate reducing him to nothing but a mewling whelp under his complete control. Brace, too, was aware of this, and only adding to his shame was the fact that he had never felt such pleasure in his life; he knew he could stop this, try to save some of his dignity by trying to muscle his way out, but he only gripped his legs tighter and tried to spread them wider, willingly making himself helpless under the Abra's assault. He was already hard again, and knew that he'd be brought to another orgasm just by the force of the Abra's dick.

Axon's movements were getting erratic; it had been too long since he'd fucked someone, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer. So he redoubled his thrusting, intent on forcing Brace to cum before he did. He could sense Brace was on the verge, and spared one of his bracing hands to rub inside the Machop's slit. That was enough to send Brace cumming wildly again, his cock once again spewing its load up at Brace's face; this time, without prompting, Brace opened his mouth and allowed some of the cum to land inside, letting the taste wash over his tongue before swallowing it.

That sight was a powerful trigger for Axon, and with a couple final thrusts, he buried himself and sprayed his own jizz into Brace, as well as letting loose a surge of psychic energy from his pulsing cock. Brace, right at the tail of his climax, felt the powerful impact on his pleasure points force him right back into orgasm, his exhausted balls unable to produce any more cum but the pleasure rocking the rest of him just like before. It refused to stop until the last spurts of Axon's cum had been deposited inside him.

Finished, Axon pulled out, allowing Brace to release his legs and lie in utter exhaustion on the ground. Humiliation burned through him once more as he realized how thoroughly the Abra had dealt with him. Losing a physical battle against a non-physical species, being reduced to a begging wreck, having his pride decked by Axon's size, giving himself up without resistance, having the living daylights fucked out of him and feeling nonstop pleasure the entire time, and having his conqueror's seed inside of him...that was how one well and truly lost.

Axon's voice brought him back to his senses a little. "I know you were here to snoop for the authorities. Rest assured, the only thing here are unusual Pokémon who don't wish to be treated as novelties by trainers who don't understand their conditions. That's the reason for all the secrecy. You can tell your handlers that."

"H...how do I know...you're telling the truth?" Brace asked through heavy breaths.

"If I was going to lie to you I would have done so immediately. Now you have your answers and you can leave. When you want to come back and have your ass beaten and fucked again, you know where to find me."

"What makes you think I want this to happen again?!"

Axon had his back turned to Brace now, but the Machop was certain he was wearing that smirk yet again. "Just because I can't affect you doesn't mean I can't read you. Your pleasure circuits in your brain responded robustly to the suggestion. The feeling of my cum inside you joined with your orgasm is firmly branded in you. You will fantasize about it multiple times, then find an excuse to come back, most likely with the idea of restoring your pride. That will be your brain tricking you into submitting to me again, and you will relish my domination of you. Whether you accept it then is anyone's guess. Farewell, until we meet again."

With that, Axon teleported away, leaving Brace alone with his thoughts, which he quickly shook his head to get rid of. He didn't want to fall into the Abra's trap, he wasn't going to come back and certainly not submit to him again. Finally he managed to get to his feet shakily, feeling a bit of cum start to drip from his ass. From deep within him, he was already feeling a burning desire; he told himself over and over that it was a desire for revenge as he made his way out of the ranch.