Oppressive Perfection

As Dune, Helena, Gardevoir, Lopunny, and Zoroark moved deeper into the dark and winding tunnels of Cerulean Cave, the air grew colder, and the distant echoes of battle reverberated through the stone walls. 

The group slowed their pace; they were on high alert as they followed the sound of explosions and the unmistakable roars of Pokemon battle.

After rounding a sharp corner, the group emerged into a large, cavernous chamber. Its high ceilings dripped with stalactites, and a large miniature island surrounded a lake. 

The space was illuminated by the flashes of Pokemon moves, crackling with energy and sending shadows dancing across the walls.

Giovanni stood at the center of the chaos, his expression twisted with fury as he commanded a team of elite Rocket members. They were locked in a fierce battle with a lone Pokemon that radiated an aura of immense power—a Mewtwo.

Mewtwo's form was unmistakably feminine, her body built with raw, imposing muscle. Her small breasts contrasted sharply with her powerful, thick thighs and her wide, muscular hips, tapering down to a round, prominent ass. 

Her body glowed with psychic energy, her tail lashing behind her as she floated in mid-air, effortlessly evading attacks from the Rocket Pokémon below.

Malamars constantly used [Hypnosis], [Disable], [Light screen]s, and [Spite] on Mewtwo, trying to disable her moveset as she responded with [Blizzards] 

Giovanni barked commands to his underlings, his voice strained as he attempted to control the situation. "Don't let up! Keep her contained!"

The higher-ranking Rocket members unleashed an onslaught of attacks from their strongest Pokemon. 

A modified Rhydon with a steel carcass, Alakazams with advanced technological helmets, Machamps with Assault Vests, and more hurled themselves at Mewtwo, but their efforts were in vain. 

Mewtwo countered with an ease that bordered on boredom, her eyes glowing with a bright, eerie light.

Mewtwo raised both of her hands, and a surge of energy emanated from her as she used [Psychic Terrain], and moments later she used [Expanding Force], sending Giovanni's Rhydon crashing into the cave wall, crumbling the rock around it and pressing the rest of the Pokemon into the ground, breaking their equipment. 

Another wave of her hand released a devastating [Shadow Ball] that obliterated the Alakazam before it could [Teleport] to safety; with a loud and fast thud, it fell unconscious to the ground. 

She teleported behind a Machamp and struck it with a brutal [Focus Blast], leaving the battlefield littered with fainted Pokemon.

Giovanni's frustration turned to panic as he realized they were losing control. "Impossible... She's far more powerful than we anticipated!" he growled through gritted teeth, glaring at the psychic type that hovered before him.

But Mewtwo's expression remained impassive, her face of pure hatred. 'You dare think you can control me, Giovanni? You are nothing but a foolish man clinging to delusions of power,' she spoke, her voice echoing through the cavern with a chilling, telepathic resonance. 'Now, face the consequences of your own incompetence.'

With a casual flick of her wrist, a wave of psychic energy rippled through the chamber, lifting Giovanni and his Pokémon off the ground and slamming them into the stone walls with a resounding crash. 

Giovanni's groans of pain mixed with the panicked cries of his remaining subordinates as they realized their defeat was imminent.

Dune observed the scene with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, his blood running hot with anticipation. But as he scanned the battlefield, his gaze fell upon a familiar trio hiding behind a pile of rubble on the cave's edge—Jessie, James, and Meowth. 

Jessie, with her vibrant magenta long hair and curvaceous figure, was barely hidden by the debris. Her breasts strained against her Rocket uniform, and her hips and ass were pressed tightly against the rock, making her a tempting sight even in the chaos.

Dune nudged Gardevoir, who looked up at him curiously. He pointed a claw toward the trio, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "Gar, Garchomp..." (Her, after we're done, look for her).

Gardevoir's eyes followed his gesture, noting Jessie's voluptuous form with a knowing smirk. "Gardevoir..." (Understood, Master.) She inclined her head slightly, her expression betraying a hint of amusement.

The sounds of battle grew quieter as Mewtwo finished off the last of Giovanni's subordinates, her psychic energy flaring around her like a storm. 

The Rocket members were left scattered and broken, lying unconscious amidst the debris of their defeat. 

Giovanni himself slumped against a boulder, struggling to stand, his expression twisted with rage and humiliation.

But as the dust settled, Mewtwo's piercing gaze locked onto Dune, who stood apart from the defeated Rockets. Her eyes narrowed, she pointed directly at him, her tail flicking behind her.

'You... what are you,' Mewtwo's telepathic voice echoed through the cave; her voice was full of curiosity and wariness. 

'I can feel it... a light within you... a hunger for power... that smell, it makes me want to puke and gauge your guts out.'

Dune's lips curled into a feral smile, baring his fangs. He flexed his claws, his tail swishing with barely contained excitement. "Garchomp..." (This is going to be fun.) 

'System Scan,' Dune asked. It had been a long time since he had to scan a Pokemon before battle, but this time, he really wanted to see just how strong legendaries in this world could be.

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Mewtwo #150 (Perfect)

Lvl: 75 

Nature: Rash

Ability: Oppressive Perfection

Stats:

HP: 314

Attack: 240

Defense: 210

Sp. Attack: 336

Sp. Defense: 336

Speed: 270

Held item: Mind Plate 

More information?

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'What the actual fuck'

'Yes, more information'

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IVS/EVS Stats: 

HP: 31/252

Attack: 31/252

Defense: 31/252

Sp. Attack: 31/252

Sp. Defense: 31/252

Speed: 31/252

Shiny: No

Radiant: No (Strong spark)

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'...'

'System, what is [Oppressive Perfection?'

<[Oppressive Perfection]: Opposing Pokemon are unable to utilize held items, moves used by this ignore the target's ability, Psquic terrains last double, Critical Hit Rate is based on speed, and can't be stunned>

'...'

'Fuck'

Dune stepped forward, preparing to face the powerful psychic type before him.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline, Helena glanced between Dune and Mewtwo, her mind racing. She knew that this battle would be unlike any other they'd faced before. 

But there was a part of her that couldn't deny the thrill of the challenge—the chance to witness Dune in action against one of the most powerful beings in the world.

Mewtwo's psychic aura flared around her, crackling with power as she readied herself for the confrontation. 'Come, Garchomp,' she taunted, her voice cold and commanding. 'Put on a show, slave of mankind.'