You turned, looking into this room, and your heart nearly froze.

You knew that the next Pokemon you'd be facing is Giratina, but what you didn't expect was that it would take place in the Distortion World.

"W-what the fuck?" You say, your voice taking on an odd reverberating effect that seemed to echo in your ears. It almost sounded like you were speaking a foot ahead of yourself.

Upon looking around, you noticed that this area you were in was much bigger than the space you had been in when you had been with Palkia. Most of it was gray, foggy, dark in some places, swirling light in others. There were floating islands and other debris in the sky, if that was the sky, and more below the small platform you were standing on. Everywhere around you was the same; odd, nonsensical islands, floating M. C. Escher-esque waterfalls that led down before turning forty-five degrees, odd, leafless trees that looked like a thick, frayed rope on either side.

The worst thing about it though, was the silence.

Sure, Palkia's room had been quiet, but there was quite a bit of background noise from cosmic wind or other things you didn't know about, but this world was shrouded with utter, totalitarianistic, horrifying silence. You had to take to humming a tune, some odd thing that had been stuck in your head for the past few days to keep from hearing your own heart beat, your own blood flow. The waterfalls were quiet. The strong wind you felt on your face was quiet.

"Hello?!" You called out, looking around for Giratina, who was supposed to be here.

You assumed that, like most of the other "challenges," she would find you, but as it was… you were stuck in the Distortion World with only your thoughts and odd surroundings. With a hesitant step forward, you raised your eyebrows in surprise when stones turned up from nowhere, making a path that you could easily walk on. There was no doubt in your mind that these Pokemon, however evil or however benevolent they were, would allow you to die. It didn't make any sense.

"Hello!? Giratina!?" You cried out, your hands around your mouth to amplify your already astoundingly loud voice.

Nothing.

You look back, but didn't see anything. The island you had been on was gone, replaced by the empty gray void. With a nervous shrug, you kept up the tune and began to walk forward, hoping that, with time, the legendary Pokemon would show itself. The walk soon turned into a slight jog, that jog into a run, run into a sprint. As you dashed forward, running as fast as your legs could carry you, as fast as your body could manage, and the stones caught you, but as you frantically looked back and forth, you couldn't tell if anything had changed.

After stopping and falling to your knees, you panted hard, unable to do anything but look up, wondering if you had, in fact, failed the challenge. If you hadn't actually satisfied Palkia. Was this your punishment? Your own personal hell?

'It is, mortal…' An eerie voice called from the bowels of your mind. It was dark, black, and you wanted it back there immediately, but it only laughed. Hard. It took over your mind, making you clutch desperately at your head, tear and scratch it out. Warm, hot blood ran down your face, but you didn't care, didn't feel it, you felt the voice, that worm, that snake that made you scratch and rip and tear.

With a pained scream, you flung yourself over the edge of the stone path, but other stones quickly joined their cohorts, making escape from this voice impossible. You stumbled to your feet, again trying in vain to fling yourself off, fling yourself over, rolling on the stones in agony as you tore at your head, tore at that thing deep inside.

Nothing worked, nothing helped, there was no break, no reprieve, no mercy. Stones appeared under you, always catching your flying body, always making sure you suffered, no break, no reprieve, no mercy. Just laughter, just more dark, oily, humiliating laughter. All you could do now was shake, shake in horror, in pain and in such agony. Why had you come here? Why have you taken this challenge?

Then, your mind cleared for a second, and you immediately knew what to do. You were just about to bite into your wrist, to rip and tear and finally be able to embrace the peace that came with death when you were suddenly in front of something utterly terrifying.

It was big. It was red, it was gold, it was black. It had nightmarish, ghostly wings, three red cones on each of them, and six large golden claw-like appendages ran down its neck. The Pokemon had six legs, each adorned with more gold, and sharp looking claws. This was Giratina.

"What the… f-fuck?" You asked, craning your neck to look up at her face.

'Humans… such meager creatures, so easy to manipulate, so easy to control.' The voice came. Giratina's voice.

"That was you?" You ask, rubbing your head, expecting to find it soaked in blood, aching, deformed, maybe, but there was nothing, it felt fine.

'If you like, the pain can return.' She said, looking down at you.

"N-no!" Nervously chuckling, you threw your hands up in defense. "It's… I'm all set. No more, please."

'Good pet.' Shame flushed your face, but you didn't argue. 'Now, get to work.'

With that, the massive beast turned around, and you were greeted by her gigantic tail, which she lifted for your sake, revealing a very, very large, dripping slit. It ran a few inches below her puckered, dark gray asshole, running down to right above her legs, soft beads of her excitement running down her slit and onto her belly. Had she seen your previous encounters, like you thought Reshiram had? Whatever the case was, the last thing you wanted to do was touch her in any way, shape, or form. You knew that refusing to pleasure this Pokemon would most likely get you kicked out of the challenge, but you didn't care. You hadn't signed up for this, to be in such utter pain as to attempt suicide, to be in so much pain that you craved death, and now this thing wanted you to pleasure it?

Hell no.

You were just about to turn around and walk away from her slit when you felt yourself get frozen in place. Nothing could be moved, nothing at all. That voice came back, Giratina's voice.

'Not kicked out, mortal,' She nearly sung, as if taking great pleasure in your torment. 'Killed.'

'What is she talking about?' You thought, looking up at her as she turned around, getting almost face to face with you.

'You think I'd let you go after seeing what you did to the others?' She laughed, actually laughed at you. It was terrifying. 'No… no, mortal. No.'

'What do you want?!' You begged in your mind, hoping that she'd take pity on you.

More laughter.

'All I wanted from you is a good rub, maybe a few licks, mortal.' Sadly, this time, that voice echoed in your mind. 'But alas, you don't seem up to the challenge.'

'I'll lick you!' You screamed in your mind. 'I'll lick and rub the shit out of you!'

'You must, mortal. But now, you'll have competition.'

From the golden bands around her neck came shadow; swirling and dark, chaotic and evil. A form emerged, taking the general shape of a human, it wasn't until it absorbed the smoke that it resembled something that could be considered human. It's eyes were sunken in the back of its head, which was devoid of all but thin strands of wiry, gray hair. His skin clung to his ragged, gaunt form, every single rib could be made out, his pelvis could be seen just as easy. Around his groin was a bundle of pubic hair, untamed and messy, a thin, limp member hung down, past his sunken ball sack. He must have been quite the stud back in the day, but as he stood before you now, all you saw was a husk, something former.

"What is this?" You ask, looking up at Giratina, who must have allowed you to speak again.

'Your competition.' She said, again turning around and lifting her tail. The withered man immediately went to work, rubbing, licking, sucking, pushing in. As Giratina slightly began to moan, you heard her voice call out to you. 'Your freedom depends on my pleasure. He who wins me over wins his freedom.'

Competition? Oh, shit!

You quickly ran to her like the dog you were, your own large hand dwarfing the frail man's own, quickly beginning to rub circles around her large clit, cursing your arrogance. With each nervous, hard touch, Giratina moaned more, an odd sound to be sure. You reached up with your other free hand, pushing inside of her warm, soaking wet slit, grinning as she tensed up as you entered. The man beside you groaned a hollow, weak groan, and you felt a little bad for him, but kept up your pushing. Her walls seemed to narrow and get legitimately tighter the more you arm worked into her; you got up to your shoulder, but she still had more to give, more warmth, more wetness.

'Good…' Her voice whispered.

You smiled, nearly shouldering the man out of the way as you rubbed her large clit, which had become swollen with her excitement. Giratina had one of, if not the warmest pussies you had ever had your hand inside. It radiated heat, making you begin to sweat a bit due to how close you were, even Reshiram, who released a fiery, sand-glassing blast of flame when she was brought to an orgasm wasn't as hot as Giratina was.

In addition to her heat, she was also very wet. Strands of her excitement clung to your arm whenever you pulled it out to your wrist before pooling up at her clenching, open slit when you squelched your arm back in. If only you were big enough to fuck this Pokemon, if only, it would be amazing, of that there was no doubt.

You knew from touch alone that penetration wasn't something Giratina did often. Her walls were squishy, kind of what you felt a jellyfish would be like after a day spent in the sun; fleshy, with some give when pressure was applied. It only made you wish more that you were inside of her, slowly pushing in and out of what would be the tight, soft embrace of, for all you knew, a virgin Pokemon.

Had she ever been fisted like this? Had she ever been fucked by something? The deep, almost menacing groans she gave seemed to say otherwise, her soft shuddering seemed to give away the fact that this was new territory for her. With each push in, her walls would clench up, as if not used to this, as if needing more, craving more, and you weren't about to let up, not with your freedom on the line.

With a cautionary glance, you looked down at the wrinkled husk of a human being, seeing him sitting cross legged, his head resting in his arms. He didn't scare you, but hell, if he wasn't doing anything, you might as well put him to work.

"Hey, you." You called out as your arm slid in and out of Giratina's walls like a piston.

"Ehh?" His horace voice moaned out as he looked up.

"Get up here, rub her clit." You offered him your other arm and picked him up once he had grabbed a hold. It scared you how easy it was to do. "Nobody's going to be trapped in this realm anymore."

Your honesty, your will for the both of you to escape this realm made the husk's eyes light up with a light you doubted he had seen in a very long time. He instantly went to work, rubbing and massaging and caressing Garitana's clit in ways you hadn't even thought of, even after having what seemed to be nonstop sex with your Pokemon for months now. This man was skilled, of this you were sure. His scrawny fingers rubbed all sorts of shape, patterns, lines, circles around her, applying just enough pressure to make the gigantic Pokemon almost squeal in pleasure.

Somewhat of a plan was forming in your head; if Giratina didn't agree to let the both of you go, you wouldn't bring her to an orgasm. Risky, sure, but you had realized over these past few months that the desperate need for release that one feels on the precipice of an orgasm typically overpowers their mind. The pleasure, or expectancy there of, typically enslaves them.

'You like this?' You thought in Giratina's general direction.

'Heh… heh… heh… I am p-pleased, morta-al.' Giratina responded, the voice on the inside of your mind a bit more fuzzy, a bit hazier.

'Good, you just enjoy yourself.' You thought again, pushing deep inside of her and making her tense up so hard you felt like your arm was going to break, all the while the husk rubbing almost frantically, making Giratina shiver.

She was close, of this you were sure. The husk might know how to rub a female off, but you were somewhat of an expert when it came to predicting orgasms, female or otherwise. You kept up your piston-like pushing, feeling a little sore but getting over yourself; the last thing you could afford to do was stop pushing inside of her.

Giratina began to let long, drawn out moans come from her throat. It was interesting to see how this Pokemon, this intimidating, powerful Pokemon, would experience an orgasm. Would she let out a billowing scream? A whimpering moan? Did she need to be led through one, or did she know how to make the most of it? Thoughts spiraled in your mind as you kept rubbing her, your own hand finding your way down to your uncomfortably erect prick, grabbing it in your fist and beginning to stroke it with fervor. You stroked in tandem with your arm pushing in and out of Giratina, needing to imagine it was your length inside of her, your length making her moan like this, not your entire freaking arm.

Precum soaked your hand as you pleasured yourself, and you softly began to moan, biting your lip as that all so familiar feeling welled up inside of you. It surprised you that you were so close to shooting your load, since you had just started jerking off, but with each pull upwards, you felt yourself getting more and more into it, this warm pussy engulfing your arm, the squelching, squishing noises it made when it dove back into her, Giratina's terrifying moaning, even just looking at the rubbing the husk man was doing, it all made you want to cum.

With a few orgasmic grunts, you shot your seed all over Giratina's leg, somehow still amazed at the sheer quantity of cum you were able to spew out. It geysered out as you shook and shuddered inside of Giratina when you felt something awful. Giratina, with a weak, whimpering moan, fell forward and onto her knees, pulling you down with her, and began her orgasm.

You tried not to scream in utter agony as her walls clenched up on you, feeling so tight that you were convinced they were crushing your entire arm. Giratina's orgasm was rhymithc, every few seconds grunting, contracting, releasing, grunting, contracting, releasing. She continued her orgasm for what felt like hours, but might have only been seconds, only releasing your arm from her tight grip when she got up and walked forward a bit.

You fell to the stone ground, gasping in pain as you clutched your arm, which was on fire from the pain. Spikes seemingly tore into your joints, into your bones, even, as you writhed. Giratina turned, watching you on the ground for a very long time, seemingly amused with your display of agony.

'Your suffering brings me close to another, mortal.' She said in your mind. 'I know everything that goes on in this realm, every emotion, every feeling, every thought.'

You looked up at her, wondering if she kne-

'Even that you wonder if I could hear your treacherous scheme within the deep recesses of your mind. I can, mortal.' She said, seemingly grinning.

"I-if you k-knew, why didn't you say-say anything?" You snarled through the pain.

'Oh, it was too fun to let you believe your silly little plot would work.' Giratina said, moving past you and walking to the husk. You tried your best to watch as it was turned back into that black smoke from which it had come before materializing back into Giratina's neck ring things. She turned again, looking at you. 'I could keep you here forever, you know that?'

"I do." You gritted out, frowning. Giratina looked a bit forlorn, taking a large, deep breath before shaking her head.

'I did that to the last challenger, when he passed, I kept his form.' She said, walking back in front of you as you writhed. 'He's certainly a handful at times, but isn't good at taking the lead.'

"Why… are… you… telling… me…"

'Because, mortal,' Giratina suddenly said, interrupting you. 'Mewtwo might not like it if I take her toy away again. So go, leave this realm, but know that I am allowing you to proceed, not that pet of yours.'

"P-pet?" You said, not that it mattered.

Within what seemed like a millisecond, you were out of that gray realm, out of the shadow and silence, and in a plain gray room, something that reminded you of a padded cell, without the pads. Giratina had, apparently, been so eager to get you out of her realm that she had just teleported you out of it.

With a groan, you sat up, rubbing your tender arm, your aching joints, and, as you looked around, saw something that immediately made you frown. It was Victini, looking happy, cheerful as always.

"Hey, friend!" They said, flying close to you, seemingly out of your grip, which was good. You kind of wanted to strangle this Pokemon right now.

"What the fuck dude!?" You cried out, still leaping to catch Victini, even though you knew you couldn't reach. Just as you expected, the Pokemon flew out of harms way while giggling.

"Aww, did someone not enjoy the Distortion World?" Victini said, smirking a bit.

"Hell fucking no!" You cried out, trying not to wince at the pain you felt in your arm. "She did all but kill me there!"

"Y-yeah, Giratina is kind of an asshole." Victini said, shaking their head in agreement. "Don't worry, if you hadn't satisfied rule three, you… uh… you'd still be there with her."

"I'm so fucking done with this." You muttered, shaking your head. "So fucking done."

"W-wait!" Victini almost shouted, flying over to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

"What?"

"Don't go, please?" They said, smiling warmly. "It's just this last Pokemon, and then you're done! Don't you see? Nobody before you has even gotten past Reshiram!"

"I thought I was the first one? That I'm here because you spied on me, people fucking the shit out of their Pokemon? Remember?" You said, shaking your head. "I guess that was another lie."

"N-not a lie," Victini said, rubbing her other arm nervously. "I just… didn't tell you everything. B-but I will now! Tell me anything, anything you want to know, and I'll do my best to answer!"

"Hmm…" You murmured after thinking for a few seconds. "Is this the last Pokemon I'll face?"

"Mewtwo? Yes, then you'll get your reward."

"No tricks? Nothing like before?"

"Well… eh, Mewtwo is a… well, she likes it rough." They explained, smiling. "Not like Giratina, but em… be ready."

"For what?" The frown was quick to return to your face.

"N-nothing bad! Maybe just some… I don't know, okay? Like I said, you're the first to come this far, all I know is what I've heard, and that's that she likes her sex rough."

"Fine, fine, don't get your panties in a bunch. Or… are they underwear?" You asked, looking at the Pokemon's legs.

"W-what?" Victini stammered, eyes growing wide.

"Last question, Victini; are you a boy, or a girl?" You said, smugly smiling. Finally, the answer you had been waiting for for such a long time.

"Oh… uh… why do you care?" Victini nervously asked, closing their legs a bit more.

"Because I," You started, scooping them up in your hand and cradling them like a baby. "want to know."

Victini looked up at you for a few seconds, mouth quivering in nervousness, but nodded, opening…

Her legs.

Unless she had an internal cock, like a lot of Pokemon had, this was most definitely the smallest, cutest slit you'd ever seen. Oh, how you longed to caress it, longed to taste it or see if even your finger would fit inside of her, but Victini quickly flew out of your arms, again making her way out of arms reach. You looked up at her, smiling with the newfound knowledge you had.

"See? That wasn't so hard." You said, smiling as you got up.

"Just embarrassing." She whispered, shaking her head.

"I don't see how. You said you've seen me in action, right?" You ask, shrugging. "I don't see why it's embarrassing for you, and shouldn't be for me."

"Yeah I… I guess not." She said, blushing.

"Unless…" You said, beginning to grin. "Unless you're embarrassed for another reason."

"What? N-no, no other reason."

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"No!"

"C'mon, admit it! You've never been with a human before!"

Victini looked down with her pupil-less eyes.

"No… Really?" You said, mouth almost agape.

"I just… haven't had the time." She pouted, crossing her arms.

"No time to even find a horny Lucario, or a Mightyena in heat?"

She shook her head.

"Damn."

"Let's just go on, please?" Victini asked, frowning and pointing to the door.

"Fine, fine… virgin." You said with a grin, getting up and walking towards her. "You know…"

You suddenly put your hand against her, pushing her against the door. Victini whimpered as you held her there, looking up at you with her big blue eyes, nothing but fear inside of them. You caress her small chin with your free hand, slowly moving down to her tight little slit, feeling her warmth, her sudden arousal.

"I could help you." You said softly into her ear.

"N-no…" She quivered, shaking her head a bit.

"C'mon… You'll enjoy it a lot more than you know…"

Victini looked like she wanted nothing more to do than be held down and fucked like the Pokemon she was, to have your intimidatingly big length rearrange her insides. After a few more seconds of thought, you saw that lust fade into oblivion. She looked up and you and shook her head no.

"Alright," You said, letting go of her, but not moving your hand from her quivering wetness.

"Thanks." She squeaked, flying off your touch and looking back at the door.

The two of you walked through it, but she didn't cling to your back this time. As you entered, you were side by side with her. The room you were in resembled a pristinely clean, white lab with all sorts of gadgets and equipment. Gigantic cylinders of glass, some filled with odd liquid, some not. Test tubes and ventilation chambers. Sinks and tables that had that were made of that material most school science tables were made of.

"Hey, um…" Victini started, flying ahead of you.

"Yes?"

"T-thanks for offering." She said, holding an elbow as she looked down, a nervous smile on her face. "But it's just not… I'm not… Ngh…"

"Go on, take your time." You encouraged, placing a few fingers on her shoulder which she winced away from, at first.

"I'm not ready yet." She said, looking up.

"Okay, it's fine, really." You responded, chuckling a bit. "Sex isn't a race, it's a marathon."

Victini looked up at you for a few seconds before a great big smile broke out on her face, uproarious laughter coming from deep within her. You felt a little stupid as she laughed, taking your hand off her and frowning slightly.

"I-I'm sorry," She laughed, slapping her knee. "That's gotta be the corniest thing anyone's ever said to m-me!"

"Whatever." You tisked, pushing past her and walking deeper into the lab.

Her near hysterical, screaming laughter faded as you worked yourself further into this crazy big lab. Just how big was it? There were hallways upon hallways, door after door, each filled to the brim with expensive looking equipment that was arranged in an almost chaotic way.

After walking through the lab for a few more minutes, you reached a dead end. There was a shiny white door with a black strip running along the upper middle of it, glossy in appearance. When you walked towards it, it slid downwards, opening up to something completely different than any of the other rooms.

The rooms before were chaotic, filled with tools and stuff, but in this room, all there was inside of it was a single white chair. It looked like something women got into when they were giving birth; padded to the point of actually looking comfortable, stirrups on either side, the only difference being there was also some arm rests to either side, which would pull them into a t-pose.

"Hello?" You called as you walked into the room.

When you were halfway to the chair, a section of the floor rose up from its surroundings until it was up to your nipples. There was a hollowed out area with a letter carefully put inside of it that Mewtwo clearly wanted you to read. You picked it up and read it.

'Get in the chair and put your appendages in their proper places, I will be with you in a few moments.' -Mewtwo

Not wanting to disobey one of the strongest Pokemon ever to live, you carefully put the note back into the repository and made your way over to the chair. It was indeed comfortable when you sat in it, positioning your feet onto the stirrups, albeit slightly embarrassing. You didn't enjoy the doctors one bit, and this was definitely throwing off a doctor-like vibe.

Once your arms were against the arm rests, as something inside of you knew would happen, they were instantly restrained with comfortable, wide cuffs that surrounded your forearms. Your legs were also secured by restraints inside of the stirrups, and finally, one last restraint slipped over your stomach, holding you snug and in place. The chair suddenly rose into the air and flipped over, leaving you hanging in the air, thankful that the bars holding you in place were at least comfortable. The room became silent as whatever machine controlled the chair turned off; all you could hear were air conditioning vents blowing cool air inside of the room.

Alright, what was this?

You knew that Mewtwo was a smart Pokemon, but that was all you knew about it, about what was most likely a her. All of the other Pokemon you had been with were, why mix up the formula now? Irregardless of their gender, you didn't know why Mewtwo had a kink like this. Restraints were fine, sure, but this was something on an entirely different level.

Nothing much happened as you mulled this over in your mind. Gentle whirring of the air conditioners, your face turning red as your blood pooled in it, but that was it. When a whirring noise came from directly below you, it scared you so bad it almost made you soil yourself.

If you strained your neck, you could see something coming up from the ground, something that looked soft, and had a tube or two running down it. You frowned as it got so close that it left your vision, wondering what it was for, but you knew as soon as you felt it prod your cock.

Your eyes grew wide as the machine slowly worked its way down your flaccid member, breathing new life into it quickly as it began to pump against your groin. It was a milking machine, or some version of it, at least. Whatever it was, it felt fucking good, being able to perfectly fitting your length inside of it, hell, your tip didn't even touch the end of it, something no sex toy you had used could claim. It was soft, but seemed to get stiffer whenever you thought about wanting more stimulation, it was wet, but wouldn't produce as much wetness when you wanted something more slimy, more viscous.

Best of all was the firm sucking that it gave you, almost like there was a vacuum attached to it somewhere else. It sucked away harder than any woman would ever have been able to, hard enough to hurt, even, but the constant lubrication that seeped from the softness made you squirm. The only thing that actually stopped you from shooting your load into this machine was the pain you felt from the bars digging into your stomach.

It was almost like you were constricted by the machine for hours, the milker constantly sucking away at you as you looked around, a little bored. This had been going on for a while, for just how long you didn't know, but it wasn't something you were really into. The sucking felt good, sure, but everything else hurt. Just before you could call out, however, you heard another whirring noise from somewhere. The thought flashed through your mind that maybe it was another milking machine come to replace this one or something, but when you felt the slimy, bulbous feeler press against your asshole, your eyes grew wide.

'Engaging prostate stimulator…' A mechanic voice called, and a massive pressure was suddenly against your rear.

You grunted in the most horrible, wretched pain imaginable as the stimulator probed your tight, unused hole, wanting to scream but only being able to hold your breath and grunt as the milker sucked away at your length. The probe was too big, way too big for you to fit inside yourself, not in a hundred years would that go in. And just like that, the pressure went away.

'Analyzing…' The voice called out again. 'Conformation complete, beginning insertion and stimulation phase.'

This time the probe wasn't thick, wasn't round or…

Or even felt half bad. An upwelling of new feelings swept you off your restraints as a thin, almost tapered shaft was slowly pushed into your rear, slowly, softly expanding it. When you felt like you couldn't get another quarter inch in, the probe stopped.

What was this feeling, though?

As it had pushed into your tight ring of fleshy muscle, it had made you gasp in utter pleasure, and utter shame. Did you enjoy this penetration? It felt like it was touching your large intestine with how far it was inside of you, forcing groans out of your chest. Was it stimulating your prostate? It rubbed against something that made you moan, that physically made you spew a shot of precum out; you could see the jar that the milking machine's tube led to, a small vial half filled with your lube.

Just then, the probe started to rotate, its bumps and ridges made you whimper in shameful pleasure, and, wanting this humiliation to end, you began to push against it. Each small hump forward was into the sucking bliss that was the milker, and each hump in made you grunt. You were getting into this more than you'd like to admit, so much so that you already felt close.

You didn't want to hold back anymore, didn't want to stop this machine from draining your balls dry, nor could you. With a gasping, raspy breath, you began to clench up as you shot your load, or, more aptly, had your load sucked out. It was the strangest feeling that had ever come over your body, but you were more surprised at the sheer volume of cum the machine was able to get out of you. It easily filled the jar on the table that the milking machine was hooked up to, and even when it stopped sucking, your thick, white seed was still in the large tube. The machine withdrew from your cock with an odd squelching noise, and the pressure deep within your rear went away as well, leaving you a shivering, blushing mess.

What was this all, exactly?

The chair whirred to life at that second, moving back down to the floor in the exact same position it was when you first sat on it, but the restraints still held you down. After sighing one of those deep, relaxed sighs that one always does after an orgasm like that, you decided to roll with whatever this was and just… enjoy it. You had been so preoccupied with trying to win this challenge that the orgasms, while all amazing, had been too frantic to enjoy.

A loud click, as if a lock had been turned, came from somewhere behind you. You tried to look behind yourself but couldn't, so gave up and went back to enjoying the warm buzz in your head, the soft heat permeating around your loins.

"Interesting…" A soft voice made its way into your ears.

"Wha-...? Who's there?" You said, your voice feeling thick within your throat.

"I'll be with you in a second, human." The voice was smooth, like honey, yet at the same time had this calculated coldness to it that scared you.

You waited like the obedient prisoner you were for whoever the voice was to show themselves, but quite frankly… you were pretty tired. This chair was comfortable and warm, and why not take a nap in it while you waited?

"Ah, I apologize for the effects of the aphrodisiac, human." There was the voice. It belonged to a very recognizable creature; Mewtwo. The only thing that struck you as off was that she was in a lab coat, and wasn't floating, but walking.

You grunted in slight discomfort as a needle was pressed into your arm, but were almost instantly jolted out of this sleepy haze. With your new found lucidity, you looked up at the Pokemon as it walked between your legs. Without any stimulation or pleasant thoughts or anything, you found yourself quickly getting aroused, unable to even stop your growing erection as Mewtwo watched on in an almost bored look. When your mast was at full length, throbbing and pulsing, the Pokemon reached down, beginning to take measurements of its length and girth.

"Seven-point-eight-three inches," Mewtwo looked up for a second before nodding. "Nineteen-point-eight-eight centimeters length, as for girth," A notebook surrounded in an odd purple haze appeared next to Mewtwo, a pen - also hazy - writing your length and girth down.

"What… what are yo-"

"Silence, please." Mewtwo said, frowning a bit. "You'll only speak when spoken to."

Mewtwo watched you for a few more seconds to make sure you'd comply, nodding to herself when you were indeed silent. She walked away, the notepad and paper following, you watched as she sat down by your impressively large collection of cum, scribbling down notes. Your erection died down rather quick, limply hanging off to one side as Mewtwo took an odd silver looking thing out. With a click of a button, she began to speak into it.

"Subject has, upon first glance, an almost impressive amount of semen, even after multiple previous ejaculations during the trials." She said, taking a pipette of your liquid out and putting it under a microscope. "As expected, the subject's fluids have been tampered with by Victini. Most, if not all, of the sperm cells are dead or dying, and of the ten milliliter sample currently being observed, most have the characteristic mutation Victini imparts upon her vassals.

"Subject will continue to be restrained until whatever process Victini has done leaves his body. The time is, currently, fourteen-twenty-three on Saturday, June thirteenth, two-thousand-and-twenty."

With that, Mewtwo clicked the recorder off and put it back into the drawer and got up. With a sigh, she got up and walked back over to you, and the mechanical, whirring noise of the milking machine started again. You looked between her and it as the machine drew closer.

"Sorry, human, but Victini isn't someone you want to mess with. This is going to be messy, and it will most likely leave you sore for days, but if you ever want to be fertile again, it's a necessity."

"What-" Mewtwo gave you a harsh look, but didn't stop you from speaking. "W-what about you? Didn't you want me on this island?"

"Is that what she told you?" Mewtwo said, chuckling. "Listen, human, your kind bores me." She reached down, holding your flaccid member up. "Look at it, no ridges or bumps or anything that could possibly stimulate me like I could myself. Your's is a lot bigger than most I've seen, granted, but…" She looked a little odd, like she was thinking something over in her head.

"C'mon!" You whined, giving a sheepish smile when she glared back at you. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"You ejaculate before I get off." She dropped your cock, a disinterested look on her face.

"So? Aren't you the strongest psychic type Pokemon out there?"

"..." She frowned at you a bit, a skeptical look on her face.

"Couldn't you stop me from doing that?" You ask, seeing her subtle change in expression.

"...It has been a while…" She said, looking back down at your apparently interesting cock. "And you do need to get that stuff out of you one way or another."

Mewtwo shrugged, taking her lab coat off and walked back between your loins again. The table moved your legs down and slightly apart, allowing her access to your soft length without having to deal with any machinery or restraints getting in the way. She worked your cock between her three digits, already making you squirm from… something. It was just a simple handjob, but it already felt better than anything that came before this, enough to make you cry out when she gently squeezed your already throbbing tip.

"I should note," Mewtwo said as she jerked you off. "I have altered your brain chemistry. Whatever you've felt before will be nothing compared to what you're going to feel now."

Mewtwo let go of your member, floating up and above your length, a small grin on her face. You felt her weight on you as she knelt on your thighs, taking your length in one hand and rubbing it between her legs, right on her slit. The sensation alone was enough to make you want to cum, but the Pokemon laughed, shaking her head.

"Remember what I said, you're not going to be able to do that for a while."

With that, she sunk down on your length, instantly making you cry out in pleasure, wanting, needing to grab her, to fuck her senseless, but the restraints… All you could do was moan. Moan as she sunk down on your cock, moan as she rode you like a bitch. Mewtwo didn't make much noise, didn't show much emotion as you stretched her walls out, but you could tell that, even though she was throwing up this facade, she was really enjoying it. The subtle lip quivering, the eyes being closed for a longer period of time than normal, you could tell that she was enjoying herself more than she let on.

Mewtwo's pussy was perfect, however. She wasn't tight, but wasn't open like Reshiram was, she fit your length exactly. She had tight ridges running along her walls that squeezed and milked you with each jump and fall down your length. Every single time she went down, you couldn't help but want to shoot your load desperately. Mewtwo had been right; there was so much sensation that even a light breeze on your groin would have made you whimper.

"Oh, f-fuck…" Mewtwo suddenly exclaimed, gasping. It genuinely surprised you, as well as it did Mewtwo, since there was a fierce blush on her face, and she looked shocked. "S-shut up, human." She said as she rode you, the dam of emotional isolation overflowing with how she actually felt.

"I didn't-"

"I could see that shit-eating grin on your face." She huffed, biting her lip.

You smiled weakly as whatever was holding you back from shooting your load stopped, immediately screaming in delight, squirming hard against your restraints. The cum was just about to fly from your cock when all the feelings that were tearing their way through your body immediately stopped, making you pant and grunt in confusion. All you saw was an equally shit-eating grin on Mewtwo's face when you looked up.

Mewtwo began to pant as she sunk down on your cock, her thighs quivering as she rested her hands on your body. Her eyes were tightly screwed shut, she was biting her lips hard, but she wasn't clenching tightly down there. Didn't all females do that? She grew deathly still, deathly silent, as if she was concentrating on something, and that's when the clenches started. You grunted as the most wonderful wave of pleasure you'd ever felt overwhelmed you, but it wasn't even an orgasm, just Mewtwo's clenches. If she was having an orgasm, it certainly was a weird thing; not even a breath from her, just that concentrated look.

She took a sudden, sharp breath, shivering as she looked up at you. Whatever coldness in her eyes was gone as she looked into you, nodding softly.

"Okay, human." She said, hopping off of you. "I'll admit, you were better than I expected possible."

"T-thanks…" You stammered, your prick throbbing for attention.

"Now, I think you're pent up enough, I'll let you get to it." Mewtwo said, flicking her shimmering hand upwards. You immediately cried out in bliss as a thick, gigantic stream of cum blasted up your body, hitting you on the chin for a solid three seconds before it stopped. "You've impressed me, though, human. When you're… finished," Another shockingly big blast of cum was followed by, "the restraints will release. Head through the open door behind you."

With that, Mewtwo put her lab coat back on, looking back at you and grinning one last time before pressing a button on the wall. Small slits in the floor opened, a drainage system. She walked out of the lab with a wave of her hand, and the door slammed shut behind you.

. . .

You only felt the sensation of emptiness when the restraints finally opened themselves. Your weak body fell from the slippery chair, causing you to grunt in pain as you writhed on the floor. For the past three hours - you had been able to keep track of the seconds that passed by from the clock on the wall -, you had shot rope after rope after rope of cum, not just an above average, pent up rope, but gigantic, fire hose-esque spurts of your liquid. They had quickly covered your upper chest, your face, your arms, even your back and the chair you were on during the three hour orgasm, and you had been thankful for the drain, otherwise you'd be knee deep in it right now.

How had it been possible to cum that much? Like, physically possible? It had been a quantity of semen that was mind boggling, there had to have been some magic at work here, there was no other way. You couldn't move much, just crawled to the wall, your white slime running off you and making you reek of your lust. Once resting against the wall, you tried to take note of your surroundings as best as you could; most of the lab equipment you had seen Mewtwo use was gone, either into the wall or just missing, you didn't know. The chair you had been on was wet with your fluids, but still there, as well as the open drains on the floor. To the left of the chair there was a yellow emergency eyewash and shower station you'd use once you felt the strength to walk.

Besides that, the room was empty, empty and white.

With a grunt, you pulled yourself up, holding your head with a hand and leaned against the walls as you walked towards the shower station. The water was frighteningly cold, but oddly wonderful. You washed the slime and goo off of yourself, shivering and wanting to do nothing more than to sleep.

Wet, cold, and relaxed beyond all belief, you made your way to the door Mewtwo had told you to leave from. At this point in time, your mind and body had recovered enough to be able to walk like a normal human being, albeit one with an extremely tender rod between their legs. Once you made your way through the door, it led into an oddly dark hallway, white, trapezoidal beams of light showing off empty sections of a blueish gray wall. As you walked further along, a shining outline appeared in the distance.

When you got close, the outline faded away, revealing the interior of the rundown cathedral, the main difference now was that there were Pokemon in there, a lot of them. Giratina is who you first saw, followed by Palkia and Reshiram, finally, Mewtwo and the Lake Trio, Uxie, Mesprit, and a blushing, nervous looking Mesprit. As you stepped in, Victini was suddenly clinging to your shoulder, but even her tiny weight made you stumble, crashing onto the podium that held your clothing. She quickly got off you, floating in front of you.

"Hey! You okay?" She asked, worriedly looking at you.

"N-no thanks to you…" You said, frowning.

"Well, what's important is that you've made your way through the trials! Isn't that cool?!" Victini nearly shouted, a bubbling fountain of energy as she leaned on the podium.

With a frown, you grabbed the Pokemon, who let out a surprise squeal of her name as you held her down on your clothing. She looked up at you, the nervous fear in her eyes as your hand wrapped around her entire body. You could kill this Pokemon right now, you realized. She deserved it.

Instead you reached down with your free hand, feeling her slit, her small, unbroken slit, running your finger up and down her warmth. Victini bit her lip, closing her eyes as you rubbed down hard in a circular motion on her clit, smiling at the whimpers she made. No, you wouldn't kill her, but she would be your prize. You rubbed her slit until you felt a sticky wetness come from it, your heart beginning to race as you scooped it up and rubbed it onto your finger.

Victini shuttered as you pushed your pointer finger into her, letting out soft huffs as you began to fuck her. She grabbed onto the hand that was holding her down, her lower body shaking as it experienced penetration for the first time. Victini, it seemed, enjoyed this much more than she thought she would if her wetness and moans were anything to go off of.

The inside of this Pokemon was very warm, a typical fire type pussy, but the tightness and odd textures, the weird way it spiraled around your finger, it made you wish you were able to get it up so you could fuck her. You tried prodding in another finger, but she was too small to do that, so you both had to be satisfied with the one as you slid in and out of her.

Victini started quivering hard, biting her lip and squirming. You knew she was close. She knew she was close. Before she could experience her first orgasm, however, you pulled your finger out of her, grinning as she looked up in confusion.

"So, you said my prize would be one of these Pokemon if I satisfied them, right?" You asked, leaning over her on the podium.

"Nn…" Victini murmured, looking up at you desperately.

"What about you, little Victory Pokemon?"

You slipped your finger back inside of her, still leaning over her on the podium as you continued to finger her. Victini almost immediately went back to moaning and grunting her name as you worked on her, but you didn't even see her, all you did was just look at the other Pokemon.

"Maybe I should see if Uxie wants to come home with me, or her sisters." You said, looking down at Victini, who was shaking her head as she moaned. With a smile, you went on, looking back up. "Maybe Reshiram, or Palkia. They'd certainly help me with a fun time."

"N-no…" Victini whimpered, squirming under your finger.

"Giratina is eh… Well, I'll give you that one, and Mewtwo-"

"Not going to happen." Mewtwo chimed in, a devious grin on her face.

"As much as I'd like her to come home with me, I'll respect her freedom." You said, looking back down at Victini.

"T-take me!" She squeaked out, looking up at you, her eyes begging for you.

"What's that?"

"Take me with you!" Victini suddenly screamed, grabbing onto your hand and pushing your finger deep inside of her.

You grinned as she began to scream her name over and over again, her walls contracting on your finger with each second that passed by, squirming on your clothing and making a mess of them. You let her use you, for now, because this is exactly what you wanted, she was exactly what you wanted. The Victory Pokemon herself…

Suffice to say those last few Pokemon Leagues are as good as yours.

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