Psychoc Mountain
The Gardevoir, Blair, grinned softly as the pikachu charged at him. Ignoring his apparent plight, he flitted a few specks of dust off his petals and wandered his eyes over the little pikachu. The little electric mouse was looking pretty beaten up, his cheeks were scraped, his eye was covered in a large bruise and his breathing was laboured and rasping as he drew breath through broken ribs. Blair yawned as the pikachu mustered up his electric energy for one final, desperate attack. Blair, as a stark contrast to his opponent, didn't have a scratch on him! Blair was tall, and his body well toned. Even though his stance was quite feminine his eyes betrayed the psychic strength that lay behind them. They were penetrating, probing into the deepest aspects of the soul. His face was largely hidden, as with all gardevoirs, behind his 'hair', adding to his austere beauty and his cool composure. His robe didn't have a fleck of dust on it, immaculately kept like all gardevoir clothing.
The pikachu lunged desperately, screaming a horrific battlecry that would cause anyone to shiver in their seats. Suddenly a psychic wind blew past, Blair's robe flowed out buffeting in the wind. His hair was parted and for a brief moment pikachu saw his face. Pikachu's mouth twisted in horror as the psychic attack hit, his electricity dissipating as the incredible force of the blow literally tossed him aside like a rag doll. Pikachu felt himself having an out of body experience, as if he was watching his small rodent body rolling along the dirt. Pikachu sighed, his muscles so sore they wouldn't listen anymore. He wanted to get up, he wanted to fight more, but his body was telling him, "Lie down, you don't know what you're doing. I'll take over, it's okay, sleep now." Little did he know the voice in his head was Blair, psychically hypnotizing him and letting him drift off to sleep.
Blair tossed his hair back into place, unsmiling now. His trainer looked down at him and smiled reassuringly, and then up to the rival trainer, "Looks like I win,"
The other trainer growled and shook his fist, "This is an official gym battle! It's not over until the referee says so!" he yelled across the battlefield. The rival trainer had a desperate look in his eyes, didn't he know..?
The referee grimaced, and with a concerned look on his face announced, "Pikachu is asleep from Blair's hypnosis, he's not yet fainted and can continue battle if he wakes up..."
Blair's trainer shot a sharp look at the referee, not believing his ears. Heaving a big sigh he folded his beefy arms across his large, muscled chest. In truth he looked like he'd be more suited for training fighting pokemon like hitmonchan. He worked out like it was his religion, the only thing better than big muscles was bigger muscles in his mind. However beneath his thinly veiled eyes was a powerfully attuned mind, deeply in phase with others. He was an empath, no real telekinetic ability but the protracted skill at reading emotion.
His trainer, Daniel, felt guilt from the referee, and concern from his own gardevoir, however he felt absolutely nothing from his rival trainer. "You are irresponsible!" He yelled, unwilling to make a move while there's still a chance, "As a trainer you should know your pikachu's limits, Blair has clearly bettered you."
The rival flared up in a fiery anger, "I don't need advice from you, pikachu can fight if the referee says so! Blair just put him to sleep is all!"
"Sleep..." Daniel sighed and closed his eyes, trainers like this don't deserve gym badges, "Blair... you know what to do." He said quietly.
"I don't want to..." Blair shot back, speaking inside Daniel's mind, "I'd rather do it to the trainer."
Daniel gave Blair a hard look, "It wasn't a request," he formed the words clearly in his mind, so that Blair could read. Blair closed his eyes softly; drifting into a trance for the attack as his distantly heard his trainer shout the command, "Dream eater!"
Silence gripped the trainers and the referee, as all eyes rested on the pikachu. Daniel suddenly wished he wasn't an empath. He felt tremendous pain seeping from the pikachu as the rodent screamed in abject agony. Dream eater was Blair's strongest, most horrible attack. First Blair would extract the deepest, innermost thoughts of the pikachu, the private ones about lovers, victories, mothers and fathers. Then he would begin to give pikachu the most wonderful dream, but it would slowly twist. Blair described the pain of dream eater as 'worse than a thousand psychic knives burning your mind'. It was a total shattering of dreams, loved ones being raped, victories becoming defeats, dieing in every torturous way imaginable until the empty husk of a soul is left without dreams, without desires or aspirations. Blair doesn't like to look at his work, the pokemon he ate became listless and apathetic, dreamless and emotionless. They had nothing left to live for, and the true sinister effect of dream eater was they often wished to take their own lives if they could not discover a new purpose to live.
Blair opened his eyes as the pikachu panted softly, his body giving up. The room was silenced as pikachu's agonized screaming was dead. The referee lifted his flag towards Daniel, "Winner."
Daniel looked at his opponent, disgusted, "Even through the agonized screaming of your pikachu, I heard your disappointment at not being able to get a gym badge. Animals like you don't deserve to be trainers! Pokemon are living beings, as a responsible trainer you should know when your pikachu is beaten so Blair doesn't have to beat it to within an inch of its' life before victory's announced."
"Shut up! What do you know about pokemon?!" The trainer snapped, flaring in anger, he recalled his pikachu with his pokeball and shook his fist, "I'm gonna make this pikachu so strong he can beat that snotty gardevoir with a hand behind his back.
The trainer stormed out and the audience in the gym clapped enthusiastically, cheering on Daniel and Blair. Daniel shook his head but turned and beamed loudly as he waved to his audience. Blair was renowned for being totally unbeatable, and he held that reputation for at least seven years now. Blair was so good in fact that the local league asked Daniel to award badges on the basis of how well they lost to him, as opposed to winning. Of course with a rep like that a lot of young hotheads like that trainer tried to take away his trophy. Fighting pokemon, psychic pokemon, type advantage didn't seem to matter. Blair was unnaturally stong.
Ella waded through the sea of the audience's legs. She was a little Kirlia, a little smaller than a regular Kirlia. Although she was short she had a very small, trim little body. Ella trained hard every day to become as good with her psychic energies as Blair was. Darting in between them as they crowded around Daniel for autographs and interviews, she made it to her hero. "Bigger brother!" She squeaked happily, tugging at his robe gently.
Blair looked down and smiled softly, "It's good to see you Ella." He said quietly, stroking the little Kirlia's hair.
Ella's heart skipped a beat as she grinned broadly, "I saw you fight brother! You were soooo good!" She exclaimed, skipping softly.
Blair felt a little flushed as he petted the little girl's hair gently, "Oh I'm nothing special little Ella, with a little exercise you'll be just like me." He promised.
Ella grinned madly, shifting in her feet and meeting his eyes proudly, "I'm practicing every single day big brother! Just like you tell me to! I can almost do Psychic!" She giggled gently.
Blair didn't want to admit it, but Ella was getting very strong for her age. Daniel bred he and Ella for strength, not only was he a gym leader but he was also a skilled breeder. Someday when Ella became a gardevoir he knew that she'd succeed him and he could go into retirement. Blair didn't mind this arrangement; he was beginning to loathe fighting. It wasn't the pokemon, who valiantly did their best fighting and training to try and beat him: it was the trainers. The trainers were mostly dropkicks and losers, brats and spoiled children. The way they treated pokemon sickened Blair, like the trainer he'd beaten earlier.
~~
It was late that night; pikachu was snuggled safely in his pokeball. His stomach was growling. For his failure he wasn't brought out for supper, and every muscle in his body was still smarting from his fight with Blair. Pikachu tried to get a little sleep, but Blair's dreameater gave him such a horrid nightmare... he just couldn't. Rocking gently in his ball, he felt so numb. It was as if all the emotions he'd ever had were gone, there was no hatred to Blair, no frustration at losing, no pain from the hunger. It was a great wave of nothingness, an emptiness inside him that just wouldn't go away. He sighed gently, opening the catch on his ball and calling himself out for some fresh air.
Pikachu looked around at his surroundings; the walls were painted with a dull, chipping grey paint. He was on the floor, underneath a tattery old couch. Glancing around he realized he must be in the pokemon center for the sleepy little town. He noticed idly that his trainer wasn't on the couch. Pikachu knew his trainer, he saw all the pretty young blondes with blushing faces. Sometimes the blushing faces would scratch him under the chin with their long, slender fingers. They were made up like porcelain dolls, baby blue eyes and long black lashes and thick red lips. Normally their hair smells like bananas, but he remembers the latest one smelled like peaches. Each blushing face would normally be around for a week, and then his trainer would invite her to spend the night. Normally it ended with the blushing face twisted into anger and his trainer apologizing and promising never to 'touch it' again. This time though the face and his trainer weren't around.
"You sick fuck!" Pikachu's ears perked! It was a familiar sound, his trainer was getting shot down again. Soon he saw the blushing face. It seemed frazzled as it stormed away, its' hair blowing softly as it made swiftly for the exit. He noticed its' clothing seemed a little disheveled, the support for those large squishy round things were gone.
"Look I didn't mean to take off your bra!" His trainer yelled angrily, storming after her, "I'm sorry, I won't touch them again I swear!"
She looked around, grimacing angrily at his trainer, "You got that right Damian... we're through."
"Look I can change..!" The door hissed closed as the blushing face disappeared, probably forever like the others.
Damian sighed, flopping back on the couch and throwing his hat at the ground. Pikachu knew what would happen next as if it was clockwork.
Pikachu thought to himself, 'It's all your fault... weakling pokemon.'
Damian sighed and growled at pikachu, "It's all your fault... weakling pokemon."
'I should've beaten the entire damn league by now but you hold me back.'
"I should've beaten the entire damn league by now! But you keep holding me back!" He growls and throws his hands in the air, grumbling.
'Someday when I catch stronger pokemon I'll beat everyone, then they'll beg for me.'
"Someday when I catch stronger pokemon... no... I don't need stronger pokemon"
Pikachu looked up at his trainer, a little puzzled, "Pika?"
"No pikachu, I think what I need is a change of tactics. If I can't beat that gardevoir Blair fair and square then I'll beat him on my grounds." With that, Damian rose and hefted his empty pack, storming quickly out the door and disappearing to the night.
~~
Ella woke up slowly to the soft morning light. It washed in gently over her face as she opened up her sweet viridian eyes. A smile crept over her face as she rose; she blinked suddenly, this wasn't her house! She was in shackles! A small panic set into her as she looked around, she was in a small, darkly lit cave high over the city. She must be in Psychic Mountain; she could feel her surroundings draining her telekinetic powers. Psychic Mountain was world renowned for it's abilities to drain all telekinetic powers, although telepathy seemed unaffected. She was helpless. Vainly she pulled at her chains, when she heard a deep rumbling voice behind her, "Ahh pikachu! She's awake."
"Ka..." She heard the listless voice of a pikachu. Whipping her head around to see who her assailants were; she recognized them as the trainer and pikachu who lost to her big brother!
Frowning, she calmed her mind to focus on the pair, "Let me go!" she spoke in their minds, "I'm warning you!"
Damian smirked softly at the little kirlia, kneeling down so he could get a good look at the fear in her eyes, "Go ahead and call you brother... I want to talk to him; it'd save us both a lot of trouble."
"What do you want with my brother!?" she demanded right back.
Damian chuckled softly, "Call him and you'll find out..."
She grimaced softly, frowning up into his cool, condescending face, "Never!!"
Damian rose, "You'll change your tune soon... pikachu, it's your turn.
Pikachu walked over quietly as Kirlia watched, shying away. Pikachu didn't look at all yiffy, like he didn't even want to fuck. He had a cold look in his eyes, empty and devoid of life. He stared at her for a time, drawing closer as he looked over her slender little form. "Kirl-aaah!" She exclaimed, gasping a little as she tried to get away from him.
Pikachu and Kirlia spoke in the pokemon tongue, "Please... just call your brother... I don't want to," pikachu tried to reason with her.
"Don't touch me creep!" She shot back at him, tears welling in her large green eyes.
"I don't have to if you'll just call your brother. I don't care either way, I've got no desire to hurt you..."
Panting softly she shook her head, "Get away from me!"
"Pikachu get on with it!" Damian said sternly, "I'd love to be in your position, virgin pussy ripe for the taking! Come on!"
Pikachu looked up at his master and blinked his eyes gently, turning back to Ella, "I won't hurt your brother... you saw the battle... I can't hurt your brother."
Ella whimpered softly, wriggling in the chains, "Will you let me go?"
Pikachu moved over her body slowly, bringing his nose to her cheek gently and running his tongue across her flesh, "If you won't call him willingly I'll make you call him in your screams... I have no choice it's master's command. Call him for both our sakes."
Ella shuddered at the thought, despite the deep regret in the pikachu's eyes she could tell he wasn't joking. He would rape her. Closing her eyes she calmed her mind, her body beginning to gently emanate a strange psychic energy. She felt her mind leave her body, as it flew down to the small hamlet beneath. Going down the streets and darting her way through the winding passageways she found him, nestled quietly in his ball. Entering his mind, she spoke, "Big brother! Help me!"
Blair woke with a jolt, recognizing his sister's psychic energy surrounding him, "Ella! Where are you?!"
"I'm on Psychic mountain, the nasty trainer from yesterday and his Pikachu are here..."
"What?! Hold on! I'll come get you!" Blair's mind flared up with anger and worry as he sprang to his feet.
"Wait..." Ella said suddenly, "Damian wants to talk... I'll mediate."
Back in the cave, Ella's eyes went blank as she began to speak a human tongue. "Fiend! Give back Ella!"
Damian chortled and folded his arms, "Ahh Blair... is that you? Pikachu and I were just enjoying your sister's company."
"You leave Ella alone!" Ella's voice responded angrily.
Damian chuckled softly, "Oh I have every intention to... Pikachu's the one you have to watch out for... see he's a bit lonely, your sister looks like a good slice of meat to him."
"What do you want?" Blair demanded through her.
Damian snarled, "I want a rematch, but this time I win. I want the whole world to see Damian Moon beat Blair the unbeatable Gardevoir! So here's the deal: tell the cops and she dies, I lose and she dies, tell your trainer and she dies, try to rescue her and she dies. The rematch is at noon today, forfeit or else." With that, the connection severed. Pikachu shook his head softly, "Pika pikaa..." he said to himself.
"What's your problem rat? If you were stronger I wouldn't have to do this!" Damian kicked dirt in Pikachu's face; he wiped it off with a morose look strewn over his features.
~~
The crowd was gathered, the stage was set. Daniel and Damian faced eachother, Damian's eyes twisted in envy and frustration while remorse was written on Daniel's gentle features. Blair's eyes glared down the pikachu, Pikachu responding by making circles in the dirt slowly, uncaring about the world around him. The referee spoke, "This is an official Gym battle between Damian Moon of Kolar City, and Gym leader Daniel Simons of Mentya Gym. This battle is one on one, the trainers have already chosen their pokemon." The refs raised his flags coolly, "And begin!" He dropped his arms.
"I was hoping for a bigger crowd to watch me humiliate you!" Damian yelled across the field.
Daniel's mouth hardened as his brow furrowed, "Why don't you admit defeat and go home, I don't want to seriously injure your pikachu."
"I'll show you how injured he is!! Thundershock!" He screamed his order.
Pikachu rose to his feet slowly, looking at Blair and hiding his eyes. For some reason he felt tremendous guilt under Blair's leering gaze, even if he hadn't done anything he couldn't bare to look at him. Gathering up his energy slowly he felt his cheeks pulsating with power. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain coursing through him. Looking down he saw Blair's knee lodged firmly in his stomach, winding him. Discharging his electricity sloppily, Blair easily dodged the energy attack.
"Pikachu! What was that!!" Damian yelled angrily, "Agility! Take him down now!!"
"Blair psychic!" Daniel commanded, "End it quickly."
Blair glared at Daniel, who was shocked to see his pokemon so emotional over a battle. Blair didn't listen to him, throwing pikachu to the ground and using his face for a punching bag, "What's the matter?" He chided the pikachu between punches, "Can't even beat me when I'm not using my powers?!" He growled at the pikachu, lifting him off the ground and bringing his limp body close, "Bet you were a real tough guy to my sister you creep."
"No..." Pikachu responded weakly, before getting a terrible blow on the nose. Pikachu rolled around in pain, holding his muzzle desperately and blinking back tears of pain. His nose was broken!
Pikachu felt a kick to his ribs when he was down, and squealed softly in pain. "Blair listen to me!" Daniel said, clenching his fists.
Pikachu rose slowly, wiping his nose, "No... listen... listen to me."
Blair growled, "I'm tired of talk! Where's my sister!" he demanded, not waiting for an answer he levitated the yellow rat off the ground, controlling his energies and beginning to tug at every part of his body with a torturous psychic. The pain was unimaginable, like every fibre of Pikachu's body was ripping itself apart. Pikachu squealed in pain and curled up into a small ball, trying desperately to hold himself together "Stop... please..." he sobbed quietly.
Blair grimaced, putting more power into his attack, more than he'd use on a nidoking let alone a little pikachu, "I bet that's what she said too!"
"No... I never... aah..." Pikachu's body was beginning to give up as Blair stopped the attack, throwing the little rodent to the dirt and walking calmly away.
Damian growled and shook his fist at Blair, "Pikachu get him!"
Pikachu responded by coughin up blood, shuddering on his knees and trying to get up. Blair kept walking and was moving out of the battle ring. Daniel remained hard faced and kept a watchful eye on the events unfold. Blair then took a step outside the ring and sat down near the referee, "Oops..." He said to himself.
The referee looked at him puzzled, but raised his flag to Damian, "Blair has stepped out of the ring and refuses to battle! Damian Moon is the winner!" He announced loudly. The crowd hissed and boo'd, they could tell something funny was going on. In their eyes the coughing, half dead pikachu in the centre of the ring hadn't won at all.
Danial thrusted the little piece of metal in Damian's hand, "Here it is, the mind badge. It'll let you control stronger pokemon and use the HM strength outside of battle. Normally I give trainers my favourite TM as well, but I'll make an exception."
Damian snorted and clenched his fist, "I won fair and square! The whole world saw it!"
Daniel shook his head gently, "The whole world saw Blair beat the snot out of your pikachu and forfeit. You have your badge, go and leave us in peace."
Damian growled and stormed away, pikachu crawling after him slowly.
Daniel looked down at Blair with a stern expression, forming thoughts clearly in his mind, "What was that about?"
Blair snorted, "They have Ella... that pikachu took advantage of her..." He growled softly.
Daniel nodded and got on his knee to pet Blair gently, "Come on, we'll go get her back."
~~
Blair stormed into the pokecentre, his eyes scanning the residents. They looked on silently, every pair of eyes was on him as he weaved through the residents until finally... Damian. Blair narrowed his eyes at the trainer, he was chatting with a pretty young redheaded girl... "So then my pikachu was like WHAM POW and the Gardevoir was begging for mercy... unbeatable? Pah!"
"Damian!" Blair interrupted, his arms folded, "We've got business."
Damian was a little shocked to see him, but kept his cool, "Excuse me young lady, I think Blair here's a bit sore with how easily I beat him." She giggled as Damian rose and left, following Blair.
Together they climbed up the mountain path, and entered the cave. Ella was still there, sleeping softly and curled up. She had half eaten food to her side and Damian scowled, "Who put this food here!" He yelled, kicking dirt at it and getting Ella in the face. Ella squealed softly as she woke up. She shot up and her chains rattled as she struggled against them, "Blair!" She said happily, trying to hold him.
Pikachu appeared from behind a rock, he was bandaged and bruised, his leg clearly broken, "I put the food there..." he said softly.
Damian picked up a rock and scowled, hurling it at his Pikachu hard, pikachu was caught hard in the ribs and he yelled in pain as he heard them crack painfully. "You runt! I make it so you can beat one of the strongest pokemon in the world and this is how you repay me!?" Damian glared him down, "I abandon you! You're a worthless excuse for a pikachu! I don't need you anymore I can win all on my own!!"
Pikachu sobbed softly as Damian threw the key for Ella's shackles on the dirt and spat on it. He stormed out, leaving Blair and Pikachu facing eachother. "Not so tough now eh?" Blair asked, his eyes narrowing at Pikachu.
Pikachu looked back, but then closed his eyes in defeat, "Kill me, I don't care... you stole my dreams I have nothing to live for. But for the record... I never touched your sister, I know the difference between right and wrong, I didn't do anything."
Blair grunted and unshackled Ella slowly, "When good men do nothing, it's evil enough..." he retorted, holding Ella in his arms.
"Big brother stop!" Ella chimed in, her light green eyes hardened, "Look at him, his trainer mistreated him, abandoned him, you stole his dreams, beat him to a pulp, he can't suffer any more. He cared for me despite his trainer, please be kind to him." She leaned against the Gardevoir gently, who stroked her hair with the softest touch. Blair looked at the pikachu, eyeing him off and nodding wordlessly, "Come with us, our trainer will look after you."
~~
Later that night, Blair was tucked snugly in his sleeping bag, he was having trouble getting to sleep. He tried dozens of different positions, but nothing seemed to work. Suddenly he felt tiny arms wrapping themselves around him. "Shh." He heard someone shush him.
"E-Ella?" Blair asked, turning around he was greeted by her large viridian eyes, he stared into them deeply.
Ella leaned up, giving her brother a little kiss on the chin, "You're tossing so much, you'll wake up Daniel."
"You shouldn't be in my bed..."
"Please big brother!" She squealed softly, "I don't want to be alone... just... let's be together.
Blair sighed softly, holding his tiny sister, "It's alright Ella, you've been through a lot tonight... I won't let anyone or anything hurt you."
"I love you big brother!" And with that they drifted off into a warm, comfortable sleep.
In the realm of her dreams, Ella felt a soft caress across her cheek. She warmed to it and opened her eyes. It was big brother, he was smiling warmly. "Ella, nothing will ever harm you as long as I live."
Ella's heart trembled and thudded loudly as Blair's hand stroked along the side of her cheek. It was like a dream, no it was a dream. They were so close it was impossible to separate them. Ella's arms wrapped around him, and she felt a kiss at her lips. It wasn't brotherly, it was deep and passionate, his tongue lapped at hers wild and untamed. The kiss was followed by a bite on her lips and she shook gently in his arms. She couldn't refuse him, this was their bond together.
Their hands began to wander over eachothers bodies, exploring, pinching and tweaking. She stroked down his belly ever so softly as his fingers ran through her lovely viridian hair. They were bonded this way, this dream involving a thousand kisses and cuddles. They were two psychic beings, their mind feeling the familiar caresses of eachother. While their sibling love was manifesting itself bodily, their minds were softly probing eachother. The psychic two had a deep link between them, every pleasure centre and relaxant could be probed and teased, their bodies softly trembling as their minds enhanced eachother's pleasure.
Blair's presence in Ella's mind was very real and firm, she felt him walking across her frontal lobe, and down the mind-body interface so as to lightly pluck at her strings. He'd always start by stroking her gently, as if he were tuning a violin he always hit that same chord. It made Ella's back arch into him, her small A cup breasts pushing into his chest. They'd disposed of their clothes in a flash as the dance continued. After she was tuned his fingers danced over her mind in a concerto, instead of music her moans of pleasure filled the air.
Ella felt herself orgasm the moment he gently slid his shaft inside her. Her pussy was well primed from the psychic expedition, and as he pleasured their bodies with his loverod she drifted away in a sea of blissful orgasms. To repay him for the favour, it was now her turn to play the mindsong on him. First she'd look for his heartbeat, increasing it and making it pump more blood around his body. After that she'd probe his mind, releasing shots of endorphins, with a hint of adrenalin to excite him into faster motions. She could feel him getting close, and with two psychic fingers she penetrated his anus and rubbed deeply against his prostate. The walnut sized gland wriggled inside him and jets of cum spurted out of him. It was so joyful to please her brother like this.
Presenting herself on all fours for her brother, she reached around behind herself and held open her rear entrance. Gradually he slid in his seven inch, dripping Gardevoir cock, hilting himself. Ella trembled out a climax and shuddered as she felt a psychic force entering her soft, dripping honey. Blair was using his own psychic ability to penetrate her flower while he himself feasted on her tight, wonderful anus. Suddenly a third cock prodded at her muzzle, and she openly obliged, sucking down the meat. Pleasuring all three cocks was unreal as they helped themselves to her body. She was an all you can fuck buffet, and these were the hungry customers.
Ella repaid the favor, letting a well lubed psychic cock enter Blair's rear entrance to stimulate him further. Together they became rough and fast, the cocks spurting out jet after jet of cum as Blair's dildonic and ever hungy cock came again and again. They rested after their fifth climax, trembling and shuddering. Ella was covered in cum, from head to toe. She sighed softly and wriggled, they cuddled eachother both mentally and psychically. Gently Ella let her brother lover rest, reducing his adrenalin, his endorphins, and his heartbeat, she took her energy away from his prostate to stop teasing it and sighed as she felt Blair's energies leave her.
She awoke to Blair's smiling face, and softly kissed him on the nose, "Did you have nice dreams big brother?"
"Yes little sister... did you dream of me again? You were squirming while we slept..."
"You always give me the sweetest dreams big brother."
End
The pikachu lunged desperately, screaming a horrific battlecry that would cause anyone to shiver in their seats. Suddenly a psychic wind blew past, Blair's robe flowed out buffeting in the wind. His hair was parted and for a brief moment pikachu saw his face. Pikachu's mouth twisted in horror as the psychic attack hit, his electricity dissipating as the incredible force of the blow literally tossed him aside like a rag doll. Pikachu felt himself having an out of body experience, as if he was watching his small rodent body rolling along the dirt. Pikachu sighed, his muscles so sore they wouldn't listen anymore. He wanted to get up, he wanted to fight more, but his body was telling him, "Lie down, you don't know what you're doing. I'll take over, it's okay, sleep now." Little did he know the voice in his head was Blair, psychically hypnotizing him and letting him drift off to sleep.
Blair tossed his hair back into place, unsmiling now. His trainer looked down at him and smiled reassuringly, and then up to the rival trainer, "Looks like I win,"
The other trainer growled and shook his fist, "This is an official gym battle! It's not over until the referee says so!" he yelled across the battlefield. The rival trainer had a desperate look in his eyes, didn't he know..?
The referee grimaced, and with a concerned look on his face announced, "Pikachu is asleep from Blair's hypnosis, he's not yet fainted and can continue battle if he wakes up..."
Blair's trainer shot a sharp look at the referee, not believing his ears. Heaving a big sigh he folded his beefy arms across his large, muscled chest. In truth he looked like he'd be more suited for training fighting pokemon like hitmonchan. He worked out like it was his religion, the only thing better than big muscles was bigger muscles in his mind. However beneath his thinly veiled eyes was a powerfully attuned mind, deeply in phase with others. He was an empath, no real telekinetic ability but the protracted skill at reading emotion.
His trainer, Daniel, felt guilt from the referee, and concern from his own gardevoir, however he felt absolutely nothing from his rival trainer. "You are irresponsible!" He yelled, unwilling to make a move while there's still a chance, "As a trainer you should know your pikachu's limits, Blair has clearly bettered you."
The rival flared up in a fiery anger, "I don't need advice from you, pikachu can fight if the referee says so! Blair just put him to sleep is all!"
"Sleep..." Daniel sighed and closed his eyes, trainers like this don't deserve gym badges, "Blair... you know what to do." He said quietly.
"I don't want to..." Blair shot back, speaking inside Daniel's mind, "I'd rather do it to the trainer."
Daniel gave Blair a hard look, "It wasn't a request," he formed the words clearly in his mind, so that Blair could read. Blair closed his eyes softly; drifting into a trance for the attack as his distantly heard his trainer shout the command, "Dream eater!"
Silence gripped the trainers and the referee, as all eyes rested on the pikachu. Daniel suddenly wished he wasn't an empath. He felt tremendous pain seeping from the pikachu as the rodent screamed in abject agony. Dream eater was Blair's strongest, most horrible attack. First Blair would extract the deepest, innermost thoughts of the pikachu, the private ones about lovers, victories, mothers and fathers. Then he would begin to give pikachu the most wonderful dream, but it would slowly twist. Blair described the pain of dream eater as 'worse than a thousand psychic knives burning your mind'. It was a total shattering of dreams, loved ones being raped, victories becoming defeats, dieing in every torturous way imaginable until the empty husk of a soul is left without dreams, without desires or aspirations. Blair doesn't like to look at his work, the pokemon he ate became listless and apathetic, dreamless and emotionless. They had nothing left to live for, and the true sinister effect of dream eater was they often wished to take their own lives if they could not discover a new purpose to live.
Blair opened his eyes as the pikachu panted softly, his body giving up. The room was silenced as pikachu's agonized screaming was dead. The referee lifted his flag towards Daniel, "Winner."
Daniel looked at his opponent, disgusted, "Even through the agonized screaming of your pikachu, I heard your disappointment at not being able to get a gym badge. Animals like you don't deserve to be trainers! Pokemon are living beings, as a responsible trainer you should know when your pikachu is beaten so Blair doesn't have to beat it to within an inch of its' life before victory's announced."
"Shut up! What do you know about pokemon?!" The trainer snapped, flaring in anger, he recalled his pikachu with his pokeball and shook his fist, "I'm gonna make this pikachu so strong he can beat that snotty gardevoir with a hand behind his back.
The trainer stormed out and the audience in the gym clapped enthusiastically, cheering on Daniel and Blair. Daniel shook his head but turned and beamed loudly as he waved to his audience. Blair was renowned for being totally unbeatable, and he held that reputation for at least seven years now. Blair was so good in fact that the local league asked Daniel to award badges on the basis of how well they lost to him, as opposed to winning. Of course with a rep like that a lot of young hotheads like that trainer tried to take away his trophy. Fighting pokemon, psychic pokemon, type advantage didn't seem to matter. Blair was unnaturally stong.
Ella waded through the sea of the audience's legs. She was a little Kirlia, a little smaller than a regular Kirlia. Although she was short she had a very small, trim little body. Ella trained hard every day to become as good with her psychic energies as Blair was. Darting in between them as they crowded around Daniel for autographs and interviews, she made it to her hero. "Bigger brother!" She squeaked happily, tugging at his robe gently.
Blair looked down and smiled softly, "It's good to see you Ella." He said quietly, stroking the little Kirlia's hair.
Ella's heart skipped a beat as she grinned broadly, "I saw you fight brother! You were soooo good!" She exclaimed, skipping softly.
Blair felt a little flushed as he petted the little girl's hair gently, "Oh I'm nothing special little Ella, with a little exercise you'll be just like me." He promised.
Ella grinned madly, shifting in her feet and meeting his eyes proudly, "I'm practicing every single day big brother! Just like you tell me to! I can almost do Psychic!" She giggled gently.
Blair didn't want to admit it, but Ella was getting very strong for her age. Daniel bred he and Ella for strength, not only was he a gym leader but he was also a skilled breeder. Someday when Ella became a gardevoir he knew that she'd succeed him and he could go into retirement. Blair didn't mind this arrangement; he was beginning to loathe fighting. It wasn't the pokemon, who valiantly did their best fighting and training to try and beat him: it was the trainers. The trainers were mostly dropkicks and losers, brats and spoiled children. The way they treated pokemon sickened Blair, like the trainer he'd beaten earlier.
~~
It was late that night; pikachu was snuggled safely in his pokeball. His stomach was growling. For his failure he wasn't brought out for supper, and every muscle in his body was still smarting from his fight with Blair. Pikachu tried to get a little sleep, but Blair's dreameater gave him such a horrid nightmare... he just couldn't. Rocking gently in his ball, he felt so numb. It was as if all the emotions he'd ever had were gone, there was no hatred to Blair, no frustration at losing, no pain from the hunger. It was a great wave of nothingness, an emptiness inside him that just wouldn't go away. He sighed gently, opening the catch on his ball and calling himself out for some fresh air.
Pikachu looked around at his surroundings; the walls were painted with a dull, chipping grey paint. He was on the floor, underneath a tattery old couch. Glancing around he realized he must be in the pokemon center for the sleepy little town. He noticed idly that his trainer wasn't on the couch. Pikachu knew his trainer, he saw all the pretty young blondes with blushing faces. Sometimes the blushing faces would scratch him under the chin with their long, slender fingers. They were made up like porcelain dolls, baby blue eyes and long black lashes and thick red lips. Normally their hair smells like bananas, but he remembers the latest one smelled like peaches. Each blushing face would normally be around for a week, and then his trainer would invite her to spend the night. Normally it ended with the blushing face twisted into anger and his trainer apologizing and promising never to 'touch it' again. This time though the face and his trainer weren't around.
"You sick fuck!" Pikachu's ears perked! It was a familiar sound, his trainer was getting shot down again. Soon he saw the blushing face. It seemed frazzled as it stormed away, its' hair blowing softly as it made swiftly for the exit. He noticed its' clothing seemed a little disheveled, the support for those large squishy round things were gone.
"Look I didn't mean to take off your bra!" His trainer yelled angrily, storming after her, "I'm sorry, I won't touch them again I swear!"
She looked around, grimacing angrily at his trainer, "You got that right Damian... we're through."
"Look I can change..!" The door hissed closed as the blushing face disappeared, probably forever like the others.
Damian sighed, flopping back on the couch and throwing his hat at the ground. Pikachu knew what would happen next as if it was clockwork.
Pikachu thought to himself, 'It's all your fault... weakling pokemon.'
Damian sighed and growled at pikachu, "It's all your fault... weakling pokemon."
'I should've beaten the entire damn league by now but you hold me back.'
"I should've beaten the entire damn league by now! But you keep holding me back!" He growls and throws his hands in the air, grumbling.
'Someday when I catch stronger pokemon I'll beat everyone, then they'll beg for me.'
"Someday when I catch stronger pokemon... no... I don't need stronger pokemon"
Pikachu looked up at his trainer, a little puzzled, "Pika?"
"No pikachu, I think what I need is a change of tactics. If I can't beat that gardevoir Blair fair and square then I'll beat him on my grounds." With that, Damian rose and hefted his empty pack, storming quickly out the door and disappearing to the night.
~~
Ella woke up slowly to the soft morning light. It washed in gently over her face as she opened up her sweet viridian eyes. A smile crept over her face as she rose; she blinked suddenly, this wasn't her house! She was in shackles! A small panic set into her as she looked around, she was in a small, darkly lit cave high over the city. She must be in Psychic Mountain; she could feel her surroundings draining her telekinetic powers. Psychic Mountain was world renowned for it's abilities to drain all telekinetic powers, although telepathy seemed unaffected. She was helpless. Vainly she pulled at her chains, when she heard a deep rumbling voice behind her, "Ahh pikachu! She's awake."
"Ka..." She heard the listless voice of a pikachu. Whipping her head around to see who her assailants were; she recognized them as the trainer and pikachu who lost to her big brother!
Frowning, she calmed her mind to focus on the pair, "Let me go!" she spoke in their minds, "I'm warning you!"
Damian smirked softly at the little kirlia, kneeling down so he could get a good look at the fear in her eyes, "Go ahead and call you brother... I want to talk to him; it'd save us both a lot of trouble."
"What do you want with my brother!?" she demanded right back.
Damian chuckled softly, "Call him and you'll find out..."
She grimaced softly, frowning up into his cool, condescending face, "Never!!"
Damian rose, "You'll change your tune soon... pikachu, it's your turn.
Pikachu walked over quietly as Kirlia watched, shying away. Pikachu didn't look at all yiffy, like he didn't even want to fuck. He had a cold look in his eyes, empty and devoid of life. He stared at her for a time, drawing closer as he looked over her slender little form. "Kirl-aaah!" She exclaimed, gasping a little as she tried to get away from him.
Pikachu and Kirlia spoke in the pokemon tongue, "Please... just call your brother... I don't want to," pikachu tried to reason with her.
"Don't touch me creep!" She shot back at him, tears welling in her large green eyes.
"I don't have to if you'll just call your brother. I don't care either way, I've got no desire to hurt you..."
Panting softly she shook her head, "Get away from me!"
"Pikachu get on with it!" Damian said sternly, "I'd love to be in your position, virgin pussy ripe for the taking! Come on!"
Pikachu looked up at his master and blinked his eyes gently, turning back to Ella, "I won't hurt your brother... you saw the battle... I can't hurt your brother."
Ella whimpered softly, wriggling in the chains, "Will you let me go?"
Pikachu moved over her body slowly, bringing his nose to her cheek gently and running his tongue across her flesh, "If you won't call him willingly I'll make you call him in your screams... I have no choice it's master's command. Call him for both our sakes."
Ella shuddered at the thought, despite the deep regret in the pikachu's eyes she could tell he wasn't joking. He would rape her. Closing her eyes she calmed her mind, her body beginning to gently emanate a strange psychic energy. She felt her mind leave her body, as it flew down to the small hamlet beneath. Going down the streets and darting her way through the winding passageways she found him, nestled quietly in his ball. Entering his mind, she spoke, "Big brother! Help me!"
Blair woke with a jolt, recognizing his sister's psychic energy surrounding him, "Ella! Where are you?!"
"I'm on Psychic mountain, the nasty trainer from yesterday and his Pikachu are here..."
"What?! Hold on! I'll come get you!" Blair's mind flared up with anger and worry as he sprang to his feet.
"Wait..." Ella said suddenly, "Damian wants to talk... I'll mediate."
Back in the cave, Ella's eyes went blank as she began to speak a human tongue. "Fiend! Give back Ella!"
Damian chortled and folded his arms, "Ahh Blair... is that you? Pikachu and I were just enjoying your sister's company."
"You leave Ella alone!" Ella's voice responded angrily.
Damian chuckled softly, "Oh I have every intention to... Pikachu's the one you have to watch out for... see he's a bit lonely, your sister looks like a good slice of meat to him."
"What do you want?" Blair demanded through her.
Damian snarled, "I want a rematch, but this time I win. I want the whole world to see Damian Moon beat Blair the unbeatable Gardevoir! So here's the deal: tell the cops and she dies, I lose and she dies, tell your trainer and she dies, try to rescue her and she dies. The rematch is at noon today, forfeit or else." With that, the connection severed. Pikachu shook his head softly, "Pika pikaa..." he said to himself.
"What's your problem rat? If you were stronger I wouldn't have to do this!" Damian kicked dirt in Pikachu's face; he wiped it off with a morose look strewn over his features.
~~
The crowd was gathered, the stage was set. Daniel and Damian faced eachother, Damian's eyes twisted in envy and frustration while remorse was written on Daniel's gentle features. Blair's eyes glared down the pikachu, Pikachu responding by making circles in the dirt slowly, uncaring about the world around him. The referee spoke, "This is an official Gym battle between Damian Moon of Kolar City, and Gym leader Daniel Simons of Mentya Gym. This battle is one on one, the trainers have already chosen their pokemon." The refs raised his flags coolly, "And begin!" He dropped his arms.
"I was hoping for a bigger crowd to watch me humiliate you!" Damian yelled across the field.
Daniel's mouth hardened as his brow furrowed, "Why don't you admit defeat and go home, I don't want to seriously injure your pikachu."
"I'll show you how injured he is!! Thundershock!" He screamed his order.
Pikachu rose to his feet slowly, looking at Blair and hiding his eyes. For some reason he felt tremendous guilt under Blair's leering gaze, even if he hadn't done anything he couldn't bare to look at him. Gathering up his energy slowly he felt his cheeks pulsating with power. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain coursing through him. Looking down he saw Blair's knee lodged firmly in his stomach, winding him. Discharging his electricity sloppily, Blair easily dodged the energy attack.
"Pikachu! What was that!!" Damian yelled angrily, "Agility! Take him down now!!"
"Blair psychic!" Daniel commanded, "End it quickly."
Blair glared at Daniel, who was shocked to see his pokemon so emotional over a battle. Blair didn't listen to him, throwing pikachu to the ground and using his face for a punching bag, "What's the matter?" He chided the pikachu between punches, "Can't even beat me when I'm not using my powers?!" He growled at the pikachu, lifting him off the ground and bringing his limp body close, "Bet you were a real tough guy to my sister you creep."
"No..." Pikachu responded weakly, before getting a terrible blow on the nose. Pikachu rolled around in pain, holding his muzzle desperately and blinking back tears of pain. His nose was broken!
Pikachu felt a kick to his ribs when he was down, and squealed softly in pain. "Blair listen to me!" Daniel said, clenching his fists.
Pikachu rose slowly, wiping his nose, "No... listen... listen to me."
Blair growled, "I'm tired of talk! Where's my sister!" he demanded, not waiting for an answer he levitated the yellow rat off the ground, controlling his energies and beginning to tug at every part of his body with a torturous psychic. The pain was unimaginable, like every fibre of Pikachu's body was ripping itself apart. Pikachu squealed in pain and curled up into a small ball, trying desperately to hold himself together "Stop... please..." he sobbed quietly.
Blair grimaced, putting more power into his attack, more than he'd use on a nidoking let alone a little pikachu, "I bet that's what she said too!"
"No... I never... aah..." Pikachu's body was beginning to give up as Blair stopped the attack, throwing the little rodent to the dirt and walking calmly away.
Damian growled and shook his fist at Blair, "Pikachu get him!"
Pikachu responded by coughin up blood, shuddering on his knees and trying to get up. Blair kept walking and was moving out of the battle ring. Daniel remained hard faced and kept a watchful eye on the events unfold. Blair then took a step outside the ring and sat down near the referee, "Oops..." He said to himself.
The referee looked at him puzzled, but raised his flag to Damian, "Blair has stepped out of the ring and refuses to battle! Damian Moon is the winner!" He announced loudly. The crowd hissed and boo'd, they could tell something funny was going on. In their eyes the coughing, half dead pikachu in the centre of the ring hadn't won at all.
Danial thrusted the little piece of metal in Damian's hand, "Here it is, the mind badge. It'll let you control stronger pokemon and use the HM strength outside of battle. Normally I give trainers my favourite TM as well, but I'll make an exception."
Damian snorted and clenched his fist, "I won fair and square! The whole world saw it!"
Daniel shook his head gently, "The whole world saw Blair beat the snot out of your pikachu and forfeit. You have your badge, go and leave us in peace."
Damian growled and stormed away, pikachu crawling after him slowly.
Daniel looked down at Blair with a stern expression, forming thoughts clearly in his mind, "What was that about?"
Blair snorted, "They have Ella... that pikachu took advantage of her..." He growled softly.
Daniel nodded and got on his knee to pet Blair gently, "Come on, we'll go get her back."
~~
Blair stormed into the pokecentre, his eyes scanning the residents. They looked on silently, every pair of eyes was on him as he weaved through the residents until finally... Damian. Blair narrowed his eyes at the trainer, he was chatting with a pretty young redheaded girl... "So then my pikachu was like WHAM POW and the Gardevoir was begging for mercy... unbeatable? Pah!"
"Damian!" Blair interrupted, his arms folded, "We've got business."
Damian was a little shocked to see him, but kept his cool, "Excuse me young lady, I think Blair here's a bit sore with how easily I beat him." She giggled as Damian rose and left, following Blair.
Together they climbed up the mountain path, and entered the cave. Ella was still there, sleeping softly and curled up. She had half eaten food to her side and Damian scowled, "Who put this food here!" He yelled, kicking dirt at it and getting Ella in the face. Ella squealed softly as she woke up. She shot up and her chains rattled as she struggled against them, "Blair!" She said happily, trying to hold him.
Pikachu appeared from behind a rock, he was bandaged and bruised, his leg clearly broken, "I put the food there..." he said softly.
Damian picked up a rock and scowled, hurling it at his Pikachu hard, pikachu was caught hard in the ribs and he yelled in pain as he heard them crack painfully. "You runt! I make it so you can beat one of the strongest pokemon in the world and this is how you repay me!?" Damian glared him down, "I abandon you! You're a worthless excuse for a pikachu! I don't need you anymore I can win all on my own!!"
Pikachu sobbed softly as Damian threw the key for Ella's shackles on the dirt and spat on it. He stormed out, leaving Blair and Pikachu facing eachother. "Not so tough now eh?" Blair asked, his eyes narrowing at Pikachu.
Pikachu looked back, but then closed his eyes in defeat, "Kill me, I don't care... you stole my dreams I have nothing to live for. But for the record... I never touched your sister, I know the difference between right and wrong, I didn't do anything."
Blair grunted and unshackled Ella slowly, "When good men do nothing, it's evil enough..." he retorted, holding Ella in his arms.
"Big brother stop!" Ella chimed in, her light green eyes hardened, "Look at him, his trainer mistreated him, abandoned him, you stole his dreams, beat him to a pulp, he can't suffer any more. He cared for me despite his trainer, please be kind to him." She leaned against the Gardevoir gently, who stroked her hair with the softest touch. Blair looked at the pikachu, eyeing him off and nodding wordlessly, "Come with us, our trainer will look after you."
~~
Later that night, Blair was tucked snugly in his sleeping bag, he was having trouble getting to sleep. He tried dozens of different positions, but nothing seemed to work. Suddenly he felt tiny arms wrapping themselves around him. "Shh." He heard someone shush him.
"E-Ella?" Blair asked, turning around he was greeted by her large viridian eyes, he stared into them deeply.
Ella leaned up, giving her brother a little kiss on the chin, "You're tossing so much, you'll wake up Daniel."
"You shouldn't be in my bed..."
"Please big brother!" She squealed softly, "I don't want to be alone... just... let's be together.
Blair sighed softly, holding his tiny sister, "It's alright Ella, you've been through a lot tonight... I won't let anyone or anything hurt you."
"I love you big brother!" And with that they drifted off into a warm, comfortable sleep.
In the realm of her dreams, Ella felt a soft caress across her cheek. She warmed to it and opened her eyes. It was big brother, he was smiling warmly. "Ella, nothing will ever harm you as long as I live."
Ella's heart trembled and thudded loudly as Blair's hand stroked along the side of her cheek. It was like a dream, no it was a dream. They were so close it was impossible to separate them. Ella's arms wrapped around him, and she felt a kiss at her lips. It wasn't brotherly, it was deep and passionate, his tongue lapped at hers wild and untamed. The kiss was followed by a bite on her lips and she shook gently in his arms. She couldn't refuse him, this was their bond together.
Their hands began to wander over eachothers bodies, exploring, pinching and tweaking. She stroked down his belly ever so softly as his fingers ran through her lovely viridian hair. They were bonded this way, this dream involving a thousand kisses and cuddles. They were two psychic beings, their mind feeling the familiar caresses of eachother. While their sibling love was manifesting itself bodily, their minds were softly probing eachother. The psychic two had a deep link between them, every pleasure centre and relaxant could be probed and teased, their bodies softly trembling as their minds enhanced eachother's pleasure.
Blair's presence in Ella's mind was very real and firm, she felt him walking across her frontal lobe, and down the mind-body interface so as to lightly pluck at her strings. He'd always start by stroking her gently, as if he were tuning a violin he always hit that same chord. It made Ella's back arch into him, her small A cup breasts pushing into his chest. They'd disposed of their clothes in a flash as the dance continued. After she was tuned his fingers danced over her mind in a concerto, instead of music her moans of pleasure filled the air.
Ella felt herself orgasm the moment he gently slid his shaft inside her. Her pussy was well primed from the psychic expedition, and as he pleasured their bodies with his loverod she drifted away in a sea of blissful orgasms. To repay him for the favour, it was now her turn to play the mindsong on him. First she'd look for his heartbeat, increasing it and making it pump more blood around his body. After that she'd probe his mind, releasing shots of endorphins, with a hint of adrenalin to excite him into faster motions. She could feel him getting close, and with two psychic fingers she penetrated his anus and rubbed deeply against his prostate. The walnut sized gland wriggled inside him and jets of cum spurted out of him. It was so joyful to please her brother like this.
Presenting herself on all fours for her brother, she reached around behind herself and held open her rear entrance. Gradually he slid in his seven inch, dripping Gardevoir cock, hilting himself. Ella trembled out a climax and shuddered as she felt a psychic force entering her soft, dripping honey. Blair was using his own psychic ability to penetrate her flower while he himself feasted on her tight, wonderful anus. Suddenly a third cock prodded at her muzzle, and she openly obliged, sucking down the meat. Pleasuring all three cocks was unreal as they helped themselves to her body. She was an all you can fuck buffet, and these were the hungry customers.
Ella repaid the favor, letting a well lubed psychic cock enter Blair's rear entrance to stimulate him further. Together they became rough and fast, the cocks spurting out jet after jet of cum as Blair's dildonic and ever hungy cock came again and again. They rested after their fifth climax, trembling and shuddering. Ella was covered in cum, from head to toe. She sighed softly and wriggled, they cuddled eachother both mentally and psychically. Gently Ella let her brother lover rest, reducing his adrenalin, his endorphins, and his heartbeat, she took her energy away from his prostate to stop teasing it and sighed as she felt Blair's energies leave her.
She awoke to Blair's smiling face, and softly kissed him on the nose, "Did you have nice dreams big brother?"
"Yes little sister... did you dream of me again? You were squirming while we slept..."
"You always give me the sweetest dreams big brother."
End