Chapter #8Maxwell, Mewtwo's test subject. by: BayBelly You groooooan out some, your eyes slowly starting to come back into focus as your surroundings fade into existance. You'd been settling down for bed last you knew, when some kind of shadow loomed over you... and next moment, you were falling unconcious.
You reach your tan skinned hands out and feel them not have to go long before they came into contact with smooth, cold glass. As everything focused, it seemed like you were in some kind of... glass tube. Some kind of containment tube it seemed... and the next thing you noticed was... you were naked. Your eyes trailed down to see your bare body.
You look past the glass, and see machines of all types along the wall, beeping and displaying statistics that you wouldn't understand if you were giving them your full attention. Of course, the scenery wasn't your primary focus. What caught your eye was the being just before your case, sizing you up with distant, calculating eyes, as his three fingered paws messed with holographic screens before him. It... it was a Mewtwo. An actual mewtwo! You could have sworn these things were just... the product of bad science fiction movies! An urban legend! No way he was actually... real!
"The test subject is regaining consciousness." It said, seeming to dictate a record to whatever holographic interface it was dealing with. "The subject, henceforth referred to as H-508, is a human male of unimpressive build. Phallus appears to be 5 centimeters in length while flaccid, estimated 8 centimeters while erect."
You begin to blush as he evaluates your body... particularly your junk which... admittedly was rather unimpressive. This was the last thing you were expecting a legendary mutant monster to be doing after abducting you though!
"H-hey, hang on... W-whats-!" You start, but are cut off as he raises a paw in the air in a gripping motion, his eyes glowing a bright purple as suddenly you find yourself lifted up a few inches, nearly touching the top of your glass tube container. Your eyes widen as you feel the energy holding you seep into your body, and as the mewtwo flexes the paw he was psychically holding you with, you feel something in your chest... your very CORE, feel like it was being squeezed and felt up... a rather violating sensation, and one that made it rather hard to focus on much of anything, much less talking.
"As with other human subjects, H-508's soul and aura is far more complex and substantial than feral pokemon." He continued, his analytical, unimpressed tone carrying throughout, despite him admitting to currently reaching out and touching your very spirit. You GHASP loudly as the glow in his eyes fades, and you drop back to the ground, your glass prison too tight to allow you to just collapse, which is lucky, since the odd sensation left you rather disoriented.
"Continuing with standard procedures, should the subject become nonviable or the experiment present no results, the subjects entire existence shall be consumed, to preserve some semblance of usefulness."
Your eyes widen as the 'two speaks. He... he was going to have you eaten if whatever experiment he had planned didn't work!?
"W-wait...! What the heck! I didn't agree to this! You can't...!" You protest, pressing yourself to the glass, though again the mewtwo didn't respond, either because he couldn't hear you or just had a general disinterest. Though since you could hear him, you were starting to feel it was the latter.
"H-508 will be partaking in the M3 initiative. As with previous subjects in this program, the ultimate goal is to create a scenario where a pokemon..." indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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