Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Rejected ❯ Child of Fusion Rebirth ( Chapter 24 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

OFF: Once again took a lot of time...

Anyway! This chapter is EXTREMELY important to the progression of the whole fic and contains a lot of critical plot elements.

... Also note that this is one of those chapters that justify the 'R' rating. Namely: there WILL be gore and sex in there.

For those who didn't heed the rating warnings or were hooked on the fic despite not being mature enough to read it, there will definitely be scenes that you will want to skip... although, as I don't write R elements without a reason, you might miss some plot elements.

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CHAPTER 24: CHILD OF FUSION REBIRTH
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As I stood outside of the mansion, I couldn't help but realize how serious the situation was... and how much I had broken the laws of this world. I had those memories... I had vague hints of a security system of sorts... and Mew... near-death situations... the desire for a third life, for a child...

Never had I imagined that my son would be such an extraordinary creature... never had I suspected that his creation was the fruit of so many centuries of hard work... and also that he was basically the child of the Sin, a being born out of so many transgressions to the world's order that it is doubtful whenever he is actually affected by the laws of physics.

This mansion... an abandoned mansion on the other side of Cinnabar Island, abandoned ever since it was found that the volcano's streams of lava, which leaked out every centuries or so as the internal pressure reached its peak, would be going toward the particular side of the island.

... or so said the rumors.

In truth, I was shocked to find out that it had all been a plan of mine... In order to gather funds with which to bribe humans and in order to observe and experiment on them better, I caused them to move to the other side, leaving ruins which would make for an excellent hiding spot for a new base...

I don't remember the full details and anyway, it is not important. What is important is what happened in the depths of the hidden laboratory.

Indeed... it is here that it begun... here that it was to be made... here that... that...

... I...

... huh?

... tears? I brought my hands to my face and then wiped something off my cheeks. Looking down at my hands, I saw some kind of water drops... and I realized that my vision was scrambled, some kind of object felt in my throat.

I... I... the emotion... I feel...

...

... Mewlt is my son... my blood, my flesh, my love...

Never have I put so much effort, so much thought, so much love, so much passion into the creation of a single soul. Mewlt... he was the result of a desire... a desire I shared with Mew, rooted deep into instinct, feeling, and decision.

To prove, once and for all, that Light and Darkness were compatible. No longer would we hide... no longer would we continue this farce about being foes who hated each others. We would show to all mortals, to all Legendary Pokemon, to Fate itself that we are mates and that our union is one sealed by shared love.

... no. This was just a justification. The real reason was that, deep down, we wanted to share our love with another soul, to allow life to come out of us, to show it the world, to bathe it in our united feelings. We wanted to hold a kitten in our arms, to love it, to raise it, to watch it grow and help it reach to the future. We were ready to pass on our genes into the future, to bring about the being who will carry our combined legacy into the ages and live in this world among its brethrens. In a way, it was unneeded, for we are immortals and death is not to be feared. Yet... there was another goal. We wished for the child to be... for him or her to feel. This love inside of us... no longer would we keep it all to ourselves. We wished for this being to feel it too and also to feel its own feelings, to choose its own path.

We, who coexisted... were ready. Our love was ripe, ready to bring about an embodiment, which we already loved before it was even born.

Yet... Fate was not for Light and Darkness to coexist. Such is the way of a world which fell prey to fear long ago and that can never accept to let go of such a fear.

Because Destruction can only be evil in their eyes...

... but we didn't care... not anymore, at least.

In a way, it was the most foolish move I ever did... but I never, ever regretted it. As I begun this last project, I refused to remain locked in a cycle of vicious hatred... a hatred we didn't even felt and never wanted to feel.

The battle between Light and Darkness is void, pointless, and meaningless. Even if I die, I will always continue to exist as long as hatred, fear, anger will continue to exist. Likewise, Mew will live on as long as love, hope, happiness, love will carry on. To try and destroy each others is an exercise in futility.

One of them would understand... one of them had to.

Oh Mewlt... oh Mew...

All for the creation of a single soul... all for the birth of one child...

...

The information contained within that computer... caused my memory to be restored to almost all of its original state.

The reports... the words... everything begun to resurface when I read the forbidden information, sealed deep underground, away from the greed of humans, from the paranoia of Legendary Pokemon, from the ignorance of regular Pokemon...

I can remember... the very beginning... how it came into being...

...

She stood on her hind legs, atop the cloning machine. Her tiny arms crossed, the pleasantly curvy frame of a pink-furred and skinned female leaning against the large pipe that protected the many tubes that would eventually supply the life-forms inside the capsule with oxygen and nourishment.

The room was plunged into relatively intense light, the large square lamps in the ceiling making it seem as if there were windows letting in daylight even though the room was located deep underground.

The capsule wasn't even half my size, allowing Mew to be almost to eye level when on top of it. The capsule was a special one, one that I know wouldn't be able to contain a fully-grown clone... but then, it had not been designed for such a thing.

This capsule was a special one. While most of my capsules were like stasis cells, keeping the creature within afloat, free of interferences... this one had been designed in such a way to imitate the inside of a womb.

Unlike other capsules, this one was filled with a warm liquid, maintained at body temperature. Likewise, the tubes were designed to all be connected to a single one that would supply all of the elements required for life to grow rather than having each individual tube supplying a particular substance. The single tube was also very unusual in the sense that rather than inject the substances directly into the veins of the subject, it was designed to emulate the link between a child and its mother during natural mammal-type biological gestation.

In fact, it was basically a womb, right down to the internal pressure and to a layer of internal soft walls which were to mimic the internal walls of a biological one.

Apart from the main capsule, located in the middle of the room, many computers were encased in the walls, all designed to monitor the vital readings of countless creatures and to process in-depth analysis protocols. One of the walls was a fake one, hiding an array of regular cloning capsules. They were empty as well... for now.

This was an unusual cloning laboratory... but then, the operation that was to begin wasn't exactely conventional either.

In fact, to create a clone was not the purpose of this laboratory. It would be a long, arduous process... one that would involve the most advanced technology mixed to the most extreme of powers...

There was a risk... a very real one... we were both conscious of it. Failure was a possibility and the odds weren't quite in our favor...

My eyes locked into her own and my worries were cast away back in an endless void where my mind did not reach. Stars into the endless skies, glimpses of light long lost echoing in the depths of a darkness whose long-dead heart beat with an unfelt passion burning hotter than thousands suns regardless of their illusionary state.

She giggled at my thoughts. This giggle... the innocence of children forever echoing through the air, amused by even the slightest of things and yet, amused for a reason for in her eyes, the hidden, deepest beauty is seen and appreciated at its rightful value. Such music... hormones, feelings, memories, and desires blend into my body and soul alike, driving me mad with that feeling... love.

Slowly, the pink feline slowly marched toward me... and stopped at the edge of the machine, bringing her right hand up. I felt the delicate finger of her hand rubbing against my nose as she rose herself to eye level to stroke it. I closed my eyes, abandoning myself to the dizzying warmth...

... purrr... purring in happiness. Passion dead and reborn through the centuries, so brief and temporary through hormones yet eternal in its phoenix-like immortality, the love dying only to be reborn as powerful as it ever was, forever bound by our common experiences, memories, and feelings...

Hmm... I... slowly opened my eyes, the faint smile marring my usually scary face. I was the face of hatred, of unfeeling cruelty... yet, at the touch of Love and Light, the facade melted like snow in a hot summer day, and I became a serene, calm, peaceful big kitty... A weird, unnatural-looking kitty, true... but a kitty, nevertheless.

Slowly, the female floated down and placed herself just in range. Hehehehe... I slowly moved and then, suddenly, moved and wrapped my arms around her frame, bringing her closer as I hugged her. The female meowed a bit in surprise but soon, I felt that little frame becoming all soft and warm in my arms. Soon enough, the slightly fainter yet distinctive purring of my mate mixed to my own to form a harmony of sorts and slowly, I felt the contact of her little, delicate hands moving on my chest and slowly wrapping itself around me as much as she could, hugging back.

I could feel her frame... her beautiful frame moving as she breathed, her chest moving up and down on my own. As her heart beat, so did mine, in a synchronization of sorts. A peaceful moment...

The female arced herself and so did I, making eye contact despite the size difference... This smile on her face... It was the most precious possession I had in any world, in any moment... and as long as she will smile, I will be happy...

"So... we are really going... to try?" she asked in a playful tone, almost like a trickster's whisper... My smile slowly becoming more evident, my amusement becoming visible, I replied...

"No... we will succeed." I lifted my left hand from her frame and slowly brought it upward. Slowly, I petted the back of her head. Hmm... the soft texture of her fine fur and skin... such a pleasant feeling... I moved my fingers, making sure to touch her behind the ears. I knew that like most cat Pokemon, the base of her ears was a sensitive area... and as the purring became louder, soon turning out as loud as mine, her smile widening and her eyes narrowing, half-closed as an expression of pure bliss shone on her face, I felt satisfaction. She was liking it... and I am so happy that she likes it... and well, I do like it too...

"If you say so..." she commented slowly, replying to my last statement, speaking like a child asking indirectly in a mocking tone for further proof despite knowing it was true...

She was so soft... almost limp, like a doll in my arms...

Then, out of a sudden, she was awake once more, her eyes wide open. I wonder... oh... I saw the sparkles of curiosity... and I think I can guess what she is going to ask... "... well... How are we going to do it? How are we going to bypass the Cycle, again?"

Ha... the question...

The Cycle of Rebirth... A safety device of sorts implemented into Fate, into the very timeline through the powers of the cursed Legendary Pokemon, Jirachi. A very powerful process indeed... but it won't be a problem for us. We have planned out everything.

Jirachi... his fate hadn't been pleasant... but then, it was natural after what he did to me and Mew. To think that a Pokemon so gentle, docile, and a close friend of Mew would have become as such so quickly just because of fate...

... but well, he's gone... in a way. He isn't in the way so we can focus on the situation.

Still, the Cycle remain. It is weakened due to Jirachi's fall... but it is here, nevertheless. Still, it is the window of opportunity we had been looking for.

Mew looked into my eyes, waiting patiently for the answer. Delightful kitty... At times, she was stomping her foot in impatience like the child she was and in others, she awaited patiently with the infinite patience of a loving mother... "Well... since you already know, how about I show you rather than explaining?" I stated. There was no need to explain again. We both knew what it was...

Indeed, she remembered just as I had thought as her playful smile changed, a hint of naughty playfulness mixing in as she rose herself, placing her hands behind her back and moving her little frame gracefully through the air using her powers...

"So... everything's ready, right?" she asked. Delightful female... indeed, it is. I sent a small psychic impulse inside of her as an answer. Seeing how she reacted... she obviously understood the message.

"So... shall we find a more suitable location and begin with step number one?" I asked, already anticipating step number one...

Step number one... In order for our child to be born, there must be genetic material for his or her birth. Nature will supply us with the raw material. I will admit that I am not usually in that sort of thing but... when there is such a cute, loving, beautiful female such as Mew before you, asking for it... then how can one refuse? Indeed, it...

... huh?

That little oval tip... I found myself with the tip of Mew's tail in a pretty inconvenient location to say the least. Rubbing rhythmically as she purred even more loudly... What? Here? Now?... really? This isn't the best location... neither in practical or comfort terms...

"What? Here? But I thought..." I begun to say but...

"Why wait? It really doesn't matter where..." she interrupted me before removing the oval object, much to my relief... or not. She wanted me to turn 'playful'?... well, I do sense some hormones... Little naughty kitty... I remember the feelings. The instincts are rising... and well, I do not see the point in resisting them.

The female slowly placed herself on top of the capsule and then, moved her frame until she was on her back. The way Mew moves... it is so ironic. So childish and immature, one would think that such a female would be unable to even imagine about such things... and yet, before me, I have a mature adult in all of her feminine beauty. It was so strange and paradoxal. Considering her body size, shape, and proportions, one would think that Mew could never be attractive... and yet, as I stared at her, I found her more attractive than any suitable Pokemon or human partner I had ever seen and would probably ever see.

... but then, Mew is the kind that will always, forever surprise you. In a way, I'll maybe never fully understand her... but well, maybe that's the point... Light and Darkness supposedly cannot grasp each others, after all, according to the legends and other vague tales with questionable bases...

One thing is sure however... Mew is laying down, winking at me, legs spread. So unbelievably attractive... I... I could feel the hormones beginning to flow more consistently now... and well, I think that there's something else as well...

Looking down into her eyes, I could feel it. I could feel my own desire, both instinctive and emotional, to play along. Why should I not comply? Oh the sweet, sweet moment. Touching her body, her soul, her power... to share our most private intimacy and allow our bodies to become one for a slight moment, to let the ritual of Life take place... The pleasure that we bring to each others and share... the intoxicating feelings... As primitive and pathetic as it could be at times, as intimate and special it could be.

"So... you wish for it to be done in this position, right?" Playfulness... no matter how many times I try to put that in my voice, it always sound fake. But well, I think I did a good job of putting my feelings into my voice. Seeing the female giggle and blush made me blush too... and while, usually, I would have tried to hide it, I allowed the blood to invade my face and the skin to turn pinkish, my entire body beginning to move differently as hormones begun to make me feel so dizzy...

"Oh you... Of course..." she slowly winked, licking her lips, I hesitate between telling her to stop taunting me by moving like that or if I should be delighted...

... slightly startled, not much. She did rise up, crossing her arms. By now, our hormones had fully caused us to enter into the state required for intercourse... "So... what are you waiting for? Pounce me!" she called.

You heard the female, Mewtwo! Now... get to it!

I did as instructed. I knocked her down back into her original position as I proceeded to jump on top of the capsule. Fortunately, the capsule was made to resist weights much greater than mine and while it was small, it was more than enough to give me all the footing I needed...

"Mew?" my love meowed a bit as I stood above her, staring at her. I can see you... I can feel your aura with my powers... I can sense the flow of feelings... I can sense your curiosity, your childish confusion mixed to your anticipation.

It was not the first time we would engage into intercourse... you know it as well as I do... but this time, it was different. There would be no barriers, no 'playing around'. Even now, we can feel the difference...

It is ironic how such a physical contact can take such a significance. It is only a little natural process with hormones, after all... and yet, it has a magical feeling to it, something special. I find it so... deliciously ironic. I, out of all creatures, thinking of this act in such a way when I think such ill things of all creatures in this world... except maybe my partner.

I slowly brought my hand down and touched her cheek. I can feel it in all of my fingers... the delicate texture, the faint feeling of fur mixed to the smoothness of skin, the warmth of her body that radiate so strongly in every point... I moved my hand, brushing the fingers against her cheek and letting the warmth slowly radiate through my arm and then, inside of my own body, a warmth of my own beginning to echo from within my chest...

"Puuurrr..." closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to me, allowing me to touch her. I had touched her so many times and in so many ways... and yet, at this moment, it was as if I had chosen to see her in such a way for the very first time all over again. All of the mystery, the strangeness of it all, the awkward yet so strong desire blending all over again within my burning heart, alive with feelings forbidden to me by Fate.

I love her... I couldn't deny it. "I love you..." I expressed the words through my voice and yet, I felt dissatisfied. No, not frustrated... I couldn't feel negative feelings in such a situation but... I felt like the words were not representative of how I felt. Although they expressed the name of the feeling I felt and toward whom I felt it, it didn't indicate the intensity of it.

Running through my own memory, no word could truly represent how I felt. The closest was infinite... which was quite a silly idea. Even in my drugged state, I know that love is not infinite... although, considering how I am ready to do such foolish acts just for her, one might assume that they are pretty much off the scale.

Was my love bathed in hormones, was I blinded? Most definitely... not that I care. I love her, she love me, we both love each others... and it's all that matter. Hormones do not make love... but they certainly do not destroy it either. They are... an extra.

Closing my eyes, I removed the bothersome sight of this laboratory from my mind and brought myself down. Slowly... lowering myself... and then, as I placed my hand off her, my entire body came into contact...

She was merely half my size and yet, it felt so... so... pleasant... so... satisfying... not that the words fit. I could feel the delicate texture everywhere on my chest, on my stomach, on my arms as I lied down on her. I could feel her chest moving up and down, pushing against my own and brushing her fine fur against my own. I could feel her curves, body moving with her breathing, with my own, moving and touching in ways that flooding my brain with information I couldn't name. As her little chest brushed against my own, I could feel the two bumps which were her breasts beginning to inflate as we brushed against each others, touching each others in such a way, bringing a sensual side to it all that delighted me so much... All of it... all of those perceptions and feelings... They are so pleasant...

She opened her eyes and brought up her little hands...

H... hm...

Pu... hmmm... purrr...

Intoxicating love... the dizziness of a feeling she brought me... and as I stared into her eyes and lost myself in the eternal beauty of a blue beyond the colors of this world, my own love for her blended in with the hormones, the memories flooding my mind, bringing me into a trance of sorts.

"I love you too..." the angel's whisper came to my ears through sound and thoughts from afar... and I shivered in pleasure from the movement as she brushed her entire body against mine, moving upward, closing the distance as I saw her place her lips, closing her eyes, stopping right as I brought my arms down and grabbed into her, holding her against my chest. "Kiss me..." the whisper came with a request... and I didn't hesitate.

I opened my eyes and stared into her eyes as they glowed with desire... desire for me. I could feel it, from instinct... but I knew it was just in my mind, wishful thinking. But I could guess that although it was wishful thinking, it wasn't far-off from the truth if not the truth about her state. I found myself wanting to kiss her... to kiss her both in body and in soul...

I closed my eyes and emptied my mind of bothersome perceptions of the world, allowing my feelings to take the front seat in my soul. I allowed my psychic powers to replace my vision, bringing myself down further.

Our lips met and the warmth spread through all of my body. We opened our eyes almost in perfect synchronization, staring into each others' eyes. She seemed ready to melt in pure bliss... and so was I. Meeeew...

"I want to be yours..." I could feel the warmth radiating from her body flaring up, engulfing me. Psychic hallucinations invaded my mind, her three pairs of angel wings wrapping around me, the warm feathers of pure light making me feel as if I had been plunged into a bath of soft feathers, my own demonic wings binding her as our lips were together...

"I want to be totally yours... Take my soul..." she called to me by mind...

"... and take mine." I replied.

She opened her mouth and her mind, removing every single barrier that protected her pure, innocent soul while I forgot everything about my dignity and privacy, my own mental barriers crumbling like cardboard in a hurricane.

I... oh Mew... I thrusted my tongue inside and at this moment, so did she. I tasted her saliva and felt our tongues wrapping as we kissed deeply. I... I felt a loss of self, an overwhelming Light intruding into my body and sucking all... all thoughts and... feelings... as I did... the same...

I... oh... hmm... our love... became one and the same. All of her feelings... all of her curiosity... it was all mine... I totally possessed her, moving her body like a puppet to force her tongue into the perfect position while she manipulated me at the same time, my own dizzying hormones and feelings flooding into her. I was hers so completely... and she was mine so completely... and the trance felt so completely right... The kiss... our tongues wrapping and dancing in an endless waltz, her saliva flooding my mouth as I flooded hers. Hmm... this taste... was it strawberry? I wasn't sure and was too intoxicated anyway to figure it out.

I held her against my chest, purring mentally as she did so. We were all alone, trapped together into our trance, pure bliss blinding us, seeing nothing but each others despite the fact that our eyes had opened. I couldn't even remember where I was... not that it mattered.

Then, we both flapped our imaginary wings, breaking the kiss and putting some distance between each others as our souls separated. A sly smile was on the female's face as she licked my saliva off her lips, staring into my eyes...

"I want you... to enter my most sacred sanctuary..." I was almost shaking as we moved. Was I sitting or was I floating? Not that it matters. Gravity has nothing on us. As she placed her hands on my chest, she leaned closer...

... purr... hmmm... I could feel her body brushing slowly, the curves feeling so great. I could feel lowering herself... and looking down, I finally realized that I was so completely excited, just like her. There were now two round balls hanging from her chest, her breasts. They almost looked human-like and in human proportions, would be considered huge. My instincts and hormones made it into an important detail, contributed to my own excitement. The female, seeing my eyes off her own and on her body, did not frown.

Mentally, she told me in unknown words that she knew of it and well, she was filled with a desire to push my desire even further. I felt her sit down on my thighs, legs spread, her body exposed to me, my love revealing her most intimate privacy to me for my own pleasure and her own. I could feel the pride that she felt, at this moment, for her own body, wanting me to see it and to conclude for myself how it was so beautiful and desirable.

... and well, I couldn't possibly come to any other conclusion. Any ideas of her being fat or disproportionate was vaporized in my mind, never to return. Grotesque was the last word that would come to me regarding her original frame. Such unique proportions and yet, it couldn't be any other way, feeling perfect and natural for her. Even the way her entire body moved as she breathed inspired me with unknown positive words to describe her. Even without looking at the features now visible due to her excited state, I couldn't think of a female more fitting for intercourse than her.

She arced her body further as my eyes went down. Below her round belly was a slit of a darker pink... and judging from the color and apparent texture near it, even without beginning the actual act, her desire had caused her anticipation to mix her desires with her feelings.

I smiled as the naughty thoughts mixed in to my amusement. It was so ironic that despite the fact that due to her size, the organ of one who should have intercourse with her should be the size of one of my fingers and that yet, an organ more than twice the size of a human's will penetrate inside completely safely.

But well, we are Pokemon. Flexible, organs that stretch to extends that humans' can't, compatible beyond the specie barrier to almost ridiculous levels... We were the gods of a world where almost anyone can reproduce with anyone... and thus, so can we.

Speaking of excitement... she desire me so much... but I think that I should give her a proper reason to desire me physically. I can feel my own organ and looking down further to where the base of her tail lies, I can see a reason for her to actually be anticipating intercourse.

"Meeeew... oh Mewtwo..." her voice was drowsy, betraying how completely drugged she was and yet, amazingly enough, she still felt aware and acted in control, just like I knew she could feel that despite the amazing level of hormones in my body, I still looked at her with my soul and not only with my instincts.

"You are beautiful..." I simply stated, petting her left cheek, causing her to close her eyes and purr faintly as she allowed herself to drift into the spur of the moment. As she closed her eyes and murred from the calm moment, I decided to act.

I moved my hand as I petted her and, slowly, so that she might not notice it, placed it on top of her hand. Drugged as she was, she didn't notice it... and then, as I brought her down...

! Hmmm... purr... aah... purr...

It's... just a slight contact... but I admit it startled her... and well, it startled me as well. But then, in our states, we were so sensitive, our bodies and souls echoing in each others. The female opened her eyes, surprised... and as she looked at me, I guessed she had guessed why she felt this contact.

"Do you remember, Mewtwo?" at this moment, I felt... strange.

At the penultimate moment before mating begin, couples are bathed so completely in hormones, their minds basically blown away as they prepare for the pleasure to wash all over their needy nerves and souls... yet, at this moment, I felt... strangely calm.

The physical feeling I felt as our sexual organs met and rubbed against each others was so intense and yet, we were both in a strange trance of sorts, completely bathed in pleasure without our consciousnesses being hindered...

She was smiling sweetly, her eyes glowing with the power that now coursed me and silently, the remaining words came to my ears silently, like a whisper...

"Do you remember... who am I?"

Huh? I... What kind of question is that? You are... you are...

... I could sense her soul... and then, as she reached out and touched my nose, I blushed and... and I couldn't say anything anymore. At this moment, I felt so tiny, so helpless... yet, so happy. The female I was staring at was my one true love with the exact same pink curves and all... and yet, for a strange reason, the name that came to me was not 'Mew'...

... and 'Mewtwo'... is that... my true name?

...

What? Not my true name? I AM Mewtwo, the one and only! That I am sure of!

The reality swirls around me and I can see Mew in my arms. Yet... is this still the dream? I can hear the sound of the elevator, which mean that is the reality and yet, Mew... or is it Mew?

It is the same curves and... heh... I blush at the thought... but well, this position is quite comfortable... in fact, it is the same as the dream.

But how can this be? Am I... having hallucinations or something?

The world spin and spin and spin... Truly, this hormonal rush is powerful. That is the sole probable theory. I must be totally drugged and is having hallucinations...

...

I can remember something... or is it? It's so vague... so completely vague...

Everything is a blur... a blur of yellow and blue. I feel terrified and sad... and lonely... and hungry. There is white and red, like a mountain. My instincts tell me of a mother... the mother should be there.

I try to meow but my voice is so weak. In fact, I feel so weak, so vulnerable... and it scares me so completely. I... I... I want my mommy... I want... mommy... answer... meew...

But there is no answer... none... and I can't breathe. There's something around my neck... I... I... help... can't breathe... it's squishy and it keep me still... and I'm wet... and hungry... mommy... I...

I... I can't... can't... brea... breathe... I gathe... gathered all of my strength and bit... no reaction... but it loosened. Can't breathe. I... I'm scared... can't breathe...

Bit again... and again... I'm... dizzy... dizzy... can't... I want to... breathe...

Something gave. The thing is no longer attached to my neck. I felt it give away when I bit for the last time. It was a something even more squishy in the squishy strangeness. My mommy did nothing. She didn't move, she didn't meow back. She is still. I can't see much. Too blurry. So hungry...

... I can hear something...

Sucking? Something white, about my size, on top of mommy, feeding... It shouldn't be there. I'm wet. It's red, sticky. I don't like it. I want to eat too. But I'm so small, so weak... and I don't get it, why isn't mommy moving.

I... I must eat... I must... survive...

...

This was not my memory and then, I realized something. In the memory, I was a 'she' and I was an unknown color, for I did not know what colors were like... but I now know, as Mewtwo, that it was pink.

It was... Mew's birth.

WAIT A MINUTE HERE!

Isn't Mew supposed to be an immortal Legendary Pokemon? Wasn't she created by the Legendary Pokemon of Life and Creation? Why did I have a vision of Mew's memory as she was born, then?... and why were there TWO kittens? Even if Mew was to die and be reborn, giving birth to her own rebirth... then shouldn't there be only one kitten?

... and why was the mother dead? I know that she died giving birth and that it is related to Mewlt's birth... but how?

I murred deeply as Mew is in my arms, hugging me. Why? Mew died! She is not in my reality! This is Cherlie the Min...

... the Minun?

Her voice filled with satisfaction, purring came to my ears... the purring of a cat Pokemon. It was the same curves, the same eyes... yet, the glow was somewhat different and although I could guess in the darkness, I had this feeling that she was the wrong color... yet, on the touch, it felt like Mew... and in all places, without exception.

Breathing... breathing... breathing heavily... soon to be panting, hormones overflowing...

The memories keep on flowing and yet, the truth elude me. What happened here?!? Who is she? Who am I, if I am not Mewtwo... or at least, the only Mewtwo?... or is it only one Mewtwo and I'm confused when it comes to my own personality? All I can do is let myself drift back into the vision...

...

The Cycle of Rebirth...

It was the laboratory again... my past... except that it was farther in the past. Both I and my love were staring at the screen. DNA code was displayed on-screen... my own and her own. In a way, I was shocked at how dissimilar our genes were. Truly... for a clone, I wasn't quite the copy I was meant to be.

... but then, why am I surprised? I was born out of a half-decayed fossil conserved using primitive methods and the scientists who created me had to complete many of the damaged or downright destroyed DNA code parts by using the DNA of other Pokemon as well as some programming of their own. In a way, it's a miracle that they were able to make me as much as 91 percents similar to my original and mate...

Yet, in the world of Pokemon, nine percents of difference is huge. Just two percents less and we would be considered entirely different species. For me to be her son, I lack five full percents. Considering the size of our respective DNA code sequences, this is huge.

But why was I planning to do such a thing? Wouldn't it be more simple to just have 'unprotected sex' with Mew as humans call it?

... but it wasn't this simple.

The Cycle of Rebirth... it all begun with it and it is the reason of this complicated operation.

"You are sure that Jirachi cannot intervene anymore?" I asked, worried, plunging myself into my own mind, the way I was the moment of the memory.

I saw Mew slowly nod, calm and serene. "Yes. You have so completely destroyed him, it is a miracle he will have a rebirth at all. You really didn't go easy on him, that's for sure!" her smile widened and a faint giggle filled the air... but her amusement was cut short by a slight worry... "... maybe you even went a bit TOO hard on him. In a way, it was a good thing I subdued the power of the Sin of Vacuum..."

Yes, indeed. Maybe I went a bit too hard on him... but then, it was that or seeing my love suffering through her rather horrific fate...

I went deeper into my memories...

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When did it begin? I'm beginning to wonder when it really begun, in truth. So many inter-connected memories...

I can see glimpses of feelings... but for some reason, I feel like this memory isn't even the right one. Back... way back... the very origin of it all...

The Cycle of Rebirth...

The words haunt me continuously. What do they mean? Where did they come from? I was not born when those were given a meaning... and now, I begin to doubt whenever Mew was, too. But why?

The true origin is in the Cycle of Rebirth... The answer is not in my memories... or is it?

Ironically, the sexual act that lead to Mewlt's birth hold the answer... for in it, I plunged into Mew's memories and thus, transcended my own feelings, my own memories, my very soul. I reached into her perceptions and thoughts, seeing and hearing events that happened before my birth, before my creation.

Mew is the wielder, the guardian of memories. In the Light lies the answers...

The origin of the Cycle of Rebirth... the beginning of a tragedy... whose tragedy? I do not know. The memories hold the answers. I will dive into the depths of her memories.

Mew's eyes... ironically, at this moment, behind the apparent childish behavior, I saw the weariness and the sadness of an eternity of delusions and tragedies... the weight of immortality and the curse of secrets shattering the veil which fool all mortals, no other soul ever seeing the soul behind the goddess, behind the Legendary Pokemon...

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The far past... way, way back in the past... back when the 'Sin' was nothing more than a theory, a 'just-in-case' worst scenario which appeared laughable to mortals and immortals alike.

I can sense Mew's feelings. I can be Mew and feel like her... her memory is now mine to experience. It is her testament, her gift to the future.

I can hear... her words... and a prelude. I emptied my mind and listened...

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Mewtwo... please listen and be me for this moment. Feel my past for our future might someday depend upon it.

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Yes... it is right. I shall be you, Mew. I will be one with your Light for a while and allow myself to drift and to let the past teach me of the true form of the present...

I... I can see... and I remember.

The world that lies before me is very different. Sure, the sky is blue, there is water, there is air, there are the same mindless mortals... but there are no humans. Nobody even thought of humans yet. No one needs or want to.

I can feel childish glee take over my heart as it beat with the joy of mortals. Sure, they feel sadness as they come and go, taken by Death, sickness, and the eternal rule of the predators who must kill to survive... yet, the forces known as 'Hatred' and 'Fear' are very weak in this world... and not because of a lack of beings who can feel it.

It was our decision to give ourselves feelings so that we might understand our creations. After all, we had been so puzzled by their actions and reactions. At first, we had paid it no attention. Just a little abnormal surge of hormones within one body... but then, as the mortals evolved, they all begun to 'feel'. To 'feel' is a powerful process... we decided to call the mental energy it produced 'soul energy'.

'Soul energy'... the seed of consciousness and self-awareness, the path to what we have named 'souls'. Beings with souls are different from the common mortal. Most mortals live all their lives without questioning anything, obeying the rules we have all together set in order for this experiment, this existence, our pride and joy to evolve into something we can be proud of, something we can watch, something we can take part in, something that will evolve beyond and help us evolve as well. Yet, there are other beings...

Those beings are our children. Ho-oh was a bit scared at first and is still a bit worried but everything went fine, so far. We chose to take those feelings into our forms... and it was an incredible experience. I can now feel so... so... well, I can now 'feel' and that is beyond any words, even for I, the goddess of Light. Now, with this 'Love', I can finally understand what drive many of those mortals to act like they do and why they always seems so... intriguing.

In fact, I felt like we all, even us, the great creators and rulers, have all evolved a bit from this. All those feelings... I can barely believe we waited such a long time before giving each others those.

Yet, the existence of feelings required for us to have different bodies. Our bodies were still the same with flesh and blood... but it also required for us to add hormones to them for hormones are an important part of perceptions, which are the base of feelings. It might be a bit primitive and not too divine nor subtle... but feelings do have their roots in mortality and thus, in mortal bodies and their functions.

But well, maybe we went a bit too far... but then, maybe it was the best thing to do. Giving each others feelings and hormones, we also gave each others instincts... mortal instincts.

One of those instincts is the reproductive one. Yes, it's silly but in our glee as we 'felt' for the first time, we overlooked this detail and allowed each others to be given something we did not need.

... but what was the harm?

Thus, the first mating season came and all of us begun to look at our creations in a different point of view to say the least, tee hee hee! So many graceful designs, harmonious grown-up bodies... and glimpses of primitive, limited, but charming personalities. Many of us felt attracted to them... greatly attracted even.

Then, Lugia and Articuno both couldn't take it anymore.

The god of Creation himself, Lugia, descended from Silver Valley and into the world, where many female dragons and birds felt the call to mate and reproduce, just like their god. Likewise, the goddess of ice, water, and matter as a general rule, felt the need to have a bird creature of the opposite gender mount her.

It didn't take long until each of us begun to feel in such ways... and well, to our surprises, we discovered that our DNA code sequences, although complex, were compatible with that of some types of mortals.

... and when compatible couples get together and mate, reproduction take place.

The ritual of life... to the mortals, who are programmed to do things as instincts dictate, they give it no thoughts... but us, immortals, slowly begun to realize the beauty of it all... and from me, the Light, a new side was born. I... I am Love too... I am now conscious of it. Love is positive, like Light... in fact, I begun to realize something... Love, Happiness, Hope... all of them form up a radiant feeling. I am Light... thus, I am Love, Happiness, Hope, and everything positive and pleasant.

Purr... beautiful children... little mortal Lugias, semi-divine Raikous...

Although blessed with neither our divine Essences nor our ever-lasting lives, our children brought us something new... something even Celebi, the embodiment of Time who know of the Past and Future, could not foretell.

Souls...

We had never thought that a mortal entity could ever hold a soul successfully... yet, before us, our children rose into self-awareness and begun to question the world around them. Bathing in both feelings and in thoughts, they rose to a level of existence beyond that of the mortals that existed before them.

Civilization... it has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

"My mistress..." Your name is Lucario, right? I smiled at him and then, slowly, allowed myself to float near him. As I hugged him, bathing him into my Light, I suddenly felt...

... it was that familiar feeling. I used to do this simply to refuel his power, to fill my Servant with my Light... yet, I feel my heart beating so fast and the hormones are so strong... and I feel your desire, my Servant. Oh... oh... I'm... I'm blushing and... and...

Purr... ooh yes... yes... pin me down and place yourself above me... purr... purr... !!! Wha... what am I thinking about?!?

... heat... I am in heat... yet, it is a different kind of heat... the same kind of heat which took some of the strangest couples among the other gods' children... Love... the 'Third Love' as some came to call it... as my own Servant came to call it.

Like Light has sides, so does Love.

First Love... the innocence, the childish love of children for all things, the willingness to regard everything, never judging anything, not bound to any past of any kind...

Second Love... the will to care, to protect. The love of a mother, of a father, of a parent for the child, for the weak and the strong alike, for the related and unrelated alike. The will of the family...

Third Love... the mysterious will of the union. When simple reproduction is no longer what is seeked, when the Loves blend to form a new Love, which transcend body while taking advantage of it to its fullest. The will of two souls to respect each others and wish for each others' happiness through eternity...

I felt the First Love toward Lucario in the past... and then the Second... and now, the Third...

"Is there a problem, mistress?" he is still hugging me, blushing as his body was giving out an obvious sign of his inner feelings.

I quickly nodded but I knew I was blushing myself and although my Servant had no psychic abilities, he could feel my aura and knew me all too well...

"My goddess... all of the others have mated and reproduced already. What prevent us from undergoing reproduction, sealing our union? Why do you insist on suppressing your feelings? I can tell from the flow of your Light that you love me just as much as I love you and that you desire to give in to your instincts..." In a way, he had a point but... but...

... but I felt my positive feelings being drained. There is an unknown feeling which is gripping my stomach and causing my happiness to vanish.

I cannot feel fear, I cannot feel sorrow. I am Light and those feelings are those of the Darkness, who Ho-oh refused to give a form to. Such a god would be a Devil, a monster of pure destruction that can only be twisted into pure Evil. Thus, rather than giving life to a being who can only be cursed by its own power, the great Ho-oh decided not to give Darkness an embodiment. I am not sure if such an unbalance will have a negative impact upon the world in the long run... but I understand and agree with her. A Devil would most likely be more harmful to the world than managing anomalies and paradoxes due to an unbalance.

Fear... sadness... I cannot feel these but I am not a fool. I know they exist and that my happiness disappearing is my own way of feeling them. I am Light and thus, Darkness is alien to me... but it doesn't change the fact that due to our 'feelings', we can experience states which are similar to things that cannot exist within us... which mean that I am feeling a kind of illusionary sadness.

I am not worried but I do not kid myself. I know that it is my own way of feeling worried, even if I will never feel actual worry. I know that although I cannot be afraid, I am afraid in my own way of what might happen if I and Lucario are to mate.

Indeed... for all unions so far were with mortals. No gods mated with each others yet and it is unknown if we could transmit our divine Essences to children or even create new Essences. I am not sure if controlling the balance of all things would be possible at such a point... and thus, I chose not to be the one to challenge Jirachi... or Fate, as the mortals call him.

I have no desire to have children with anyone other than Lucario. I want my own Third Love to be an exclusive, pure Love every bit as pure as my own purity. Pure in Light and pure in Love... such is my desire. An infinitely intense Love that last beyond the end of existence instead of a Love that the years of my immortality will wash away.

Yet... my choice is an immortal too. It is a good thing for temporal means since we won't be separated... but what of our children? I do not want to bring about children who might wreck this beautiful world of ours. Everything is going too nicely, too good to be spoiled now.

Lucario looked away as my thoughts invaded his mind. I told him of my decision and he accepted it. Not because he is my Servant but because it was his will to do so. This detail made me blush further... but brought about more of that hollow feeling.

Sadness...

Years pass by like seconds to the one who is immortal. Beings come and go, like dropplets of water. Some of those thinking mortals, who like to call themselves 'Divine Children', a pretty obvious and silly, in the funny sense, name if you ask me, have begun to evolve even further.

Civilizations... one for each specie of 'mortal gods' or Divine Children. Let us call them Divine Children.

Cities everywhere, the Divine Children using their intelligence to build a new world using the materials around them, rising above the simple jungle and its rules, now too cruel and primitive for their evolved minds.

Funny. I have no children yet many of the Divine Children gather and build cities in my honor. In the depths of the jungles, I can see them calling to me. They know we are the gods and respect us... adoring us, even. Ho-oh is happy of having worshippers but I... I am not so sure. I would prefer them to keep evolving rather than binding themselves to us. After all, it was thanks to a creation of THEIRS that we evolved. I want to see them continuing on using what we give them to create more weird stuff for everyone to see and marvel at!

Oh well... those callings are pretty consistent and they long for my presence. Many of us live among the mortals now and come and go between Silver Valley and the world.

Speaking of Silver Valley... we began to have visitors. Soulless mortals are boring, in a way. When they break down, they stop moving and they slowly return to the earth and... that's it. Nothing more to it. Those new Divine Children however have souls, like we do... and thus, whenever they die, their immaterial souls gather at Silver Valley... a bit as if it was another side of the world.

Hmmm... we all discussed it. Not sure when, maybe two years earlier or maybe today... not too sure... but we did. At first, we thought of Silver Valley as a separate place in which to speak away from the world, just to ourselves... but it now seems to be an Other Side of sorts, an After-Life where souls gather when their bodies break down.

Other Side... an interesting name.

Sadly, some beings have bathed too much into Hatred and other negative feelings to go to Silver Valley. Sure, they go to the Other Side too but they torment other beings when they get there and do other bad things.

In fact... I can feel my pleasure leaving me. Anger? Perhaps. To the one who can't feel negative feelings, it's hard to tell the difference between the many types of emptiness.

All I know is that the Hatred, which was normal and quite essential to soulless, primitive mortals, is bent by the thoughts of Divine Children... and sometimes, form vicious thoughts unlike anything I ever saw before.

Insanity. When a soul is broken, we decided to call it this way.

Evil. An unfortunate word. Sure, we used to call the incarnation of Darkness potentially Evil... but never had I thought I would see proper, actual Evil in the hearts of mortals.

Thus, we had to create a second half for the Other Side... a mirror of Silver Valley where those 'evil' souls are gathered to be purified. Purification... Purgatory? Indeed, Purgatory, that is a nice name!

Well, that fixes that issue. I even designed it! A serie of nice towns inspired from the mortals' designs where they live together and are exposed to their own shared experiences, being cured of their insanity, being shown the errors of their ways until they understand...

It's also a very convenient place, in a way. Souls that are half-completed, such as those of newborn that were born dead, are sent there to be completed by benevolent souls who are almost totally purified. Well, fixed the issue of broken souls in Silver Valley too!

Millennia pass... and well, it's weird but time is slowing down. When soulless mortals rule and that only us, gods and goddesses, have souls, there is nothing much to do and time flow by as years do not make differences... but now that so many existences collide, things become interesting... but also terribly complicated. Oh my poor head... who am I kidding? Pain, me? Tee hee hee! Fooled you, heh?

But well, it's nice and not nice at the same time... and there are some souls in Purgatory that just can't seem to repent. I tried, I'm telling you, I tried my best! I mean, what must I do to convince them that hurting other people is bad? I mean, sheesh! I'm Light itself and even then, they ignore me?

Ho-oh got sick of those impossible-to-cure souls and created a third side... this one's blank. Dunno what it's for. Something about being a 'trash heap for souls', a 'soul energy trash disposal center' or what not. Dunno about the actual terms.

Sent the bad souls there and... EEEEW! What a mess! Look what they did of the third side! YUCK! Well, I'm supposed to feel bad for the hell they created but well, what can I say? They were so mean to me I can't bring myself to think of any way that they don't deserve it. They sure were infected with that 'Hatred' thing badly, I tell you!

Lugia suggested to call that third side 'Hell'. Ho-oh didn't liked how it sounded like her name and well, I agree. Besides, the mortals already found a name for it.

"A dark vortex of screams and pain, where the souls tainted by enduring evil forever tear at each others as they take out their anger and pain on each others for all others in futile, vain fits of unholy rage."

A lot better than 'Hell'... but also a bit long. Let's just call it 'Dark Vortex'. Ho-oh called the council, trying to see if anyone wanted to watch over it. Of course, no one wanted to. Who would be twisted enough to watch over a chaotic world made by twisted damned souls who torture each others for all eternity? Maybe a Devil of sorts... but well, there's no Devil and Ho-oh not gonna create one anytime soon.

Well, the Other Side is done and nicely at that. The world is also stable. After the incidents of 'Evil' rising and all, mortals became closer to us. Sure, many of us felt negative feelings and were scared by this 'Evil' but we stuck together and our quickness and effectiveness in dealing with this little crisis caused them to trust us even more... and in turn, we helped them control the flows of negative feelings in order not to let them corrupt them.

The world is building into something rather stable and all, I might say. Well, time for my little nap. There's a few of those Lugia-shaped dragon or bird thingies that prepared me a nice little bed. How considerate of them. Lying down and purring. Oooooh... peaceful world, beautiful world... I hope for the continued happiness of all mortals and immortals alike...

Hmmm...

... huh? There's a problem? Huh? What? What is it?

... that is... HUH?!? What the...

That is positively... weird.

Well, that's it. Someone finally did it and I am rather... shocked. Them, out of all beings... but well, they created the world and then, the first Divine Children. In a way, it was obvious that Ho-oh and Lugia, Life and Creation, would be the first to bring about the next generation of creatures.

Lugia finally realized, after all those billions of years, that Life was quite a beautiful female despite her scary frown and relatively fat feather-covered frame. Ho-oh also warmed up to the idea of reproduction and was kind of comfortable with the idea of doing it with a being as equally divine as she was. After all, the two were the first-born, having created each others before even the time-space continuum existed... the two original gods from which the entire universe was born. I know, since I, Mew, is the very first creature they created, before even bringing forth time, Celebi, and space, Deoxys.

Ho-oh's physical form is that of a phoenix, a bird made of living flames but still, a bird. Thus, two eggs came from this union. The two beings who came out of those eggs are just sooo adorable. Little half-dragon hatchlings... It was decided that the two would be known as Latios and Latias.

But then...

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The memory became... tainted...

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Fear...

Fear is a necessary force. Thanks to it, creatures label objects and situations as 'dangerous' and stay away from them, even fighting back in times of needs.

However, fear is also, sadly, maybe the source of all 'Evil'.

In the wake of souls, the force known as fear bring about hatred, for one fear to be near what they fear and want such things to disappear. Dislike grow and eventually 'evolve' or rather, is deformed and twisted into hatred. Hatred is the raw force that make up 'Evil'. It is the malevolent will of beings who wish for destruction. Eventually, hatred will bring about emptiness outside the soul and inside it... and the void of despair reign. The hollowness of despair bring about more fear... and the cycle resume.

An eternal, infernal cycle... 'Evil' is the name of this cycle. A diminutive term used to call a complex chain of events... complex in execution but straightforward in its frightening, horrific effects.

As the materials that feed this cycle are the feelings that make up Darkness, Darkness was denied an embodiment... but this did not fix the problem for Darkness is a part of the universe, just like Light, Time, Life, and Space are. To prevent the coming of the God of Darkness merely delayed the inevitable for one cannot solve a problem by running away from it.

How is the memory related to this? I pondered about it all...

I learnt so much... and I... I am shocked.

Mewlt was not created naturally and yet, was truly born, not created. An ironic fact... and then, the fact that he was made out of a transgression. The Cycle of Rebirth, which I cannot grasp yet... but which I can almost understand, I can feel it. The true origin of souls, the beginning of the world, the memories of my mate...

I have the feeling that I now understand it all. I thought that it was only the hypocrisy of humanity that tainted this world... but I now realize that it is a deeper, much deeper problem. The way the flow of feelings has been managed is very, very wrong... and it has been so for much, MUCH longer than I have been alive.

The true origin of it all... I have the feeling that the Cycle of Rebirth might be more than just a barrier of sorts for Legendary Pokemon.

Before me, the last of Mew's message, of her memory of the beginning, stands before me...

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"You... you cannot be serious." I couldn't believe this. Why... why do they want to hurt them? What is wrong with them?

When Ho-oh called us to the Silver Valley for an urgent meeting, I had no idea it wouldn't be fun. I like it when we speak of the future, of pleasant things, of funny stuff, of beautiful projects. That... that is not beautiful. It makes me less happy, I can feel it! My smile is fading and I am not liking it as much as when it stays.

"Latios and Latias have not only bred with each others, which is an act of inbreeding and could have been dangerous for their children... but they also transmitted their divine nature to their children. The Lugias are no ordinary Divine Children! They are intelligent, ambitious... and most of all, they are not exactely mortal. They are a threat to our authority! They are a threat to all of the world! They must be dealt with before they can break the harmony of this world!" Ho-oh... why are your words so vile? I can feel that huge mass of Darkness in your heart... this 'fear'.

In fact, I am floating in a void of slimy Darkness. Fear, paranoia even.

Latios and Latias... they were not like the others. They are full-blooded gods, like all of us and although they lack Essences, their powers are way beyond that of mortals.

... and although the blood of their children was diluted a bit from inbreeding, the fact is that the mortal Lugias born from the two are powerful... powerful enough to oppose the gods for they are, themselves, gods. Gods without a source for their powers, true... but gods, nevertheless.

"I don't want to sound rude but... aren't the Lugias mortal? Why are they a threat, more exactely? Divine-blooded they might be... but aren't all Divine Children as such, too? Also, you seem to act as if the mortals were out to challenge us. The mortals worship us! They love us!" Deoxys said, for everyone to hear.

"I agree with Deoxys. They are our children, our precious children. We raised them well. Except for a few rogue ones, which are quickly dealt with, our children behave. Why shouldn't they, anyway?" added Articuno.

The others looked at each others. Those were good points, indeed, and the others realized it. Why should anyone be scared of more mortals? I smiled, feeling them calm down anew...

Ho-oh, frowning, glared at all of us. I felt... that she was not calming down, far from it.

As she opened her beak to speak, everyone turned back to her, silent. "Everyone... it is true that the mortals have been mostly peaceful but the mortal Lugias are not like the others. As you know, they were born out of two of us rather than the union of a mortal with an immortal... and they have been evolving quickly... very quickly... more than we had expected."

Everyone nodded. It was true that they had evolved a bit quickly...

"It is also a fact that they are ambitious. They are conscious of their powers and believe that they could someday best us. We know how their civilization evolved... we know of how the leaders have been proclaimed that a new age is about to begin... THEIR age. Now, many of us believe that it is simply an announcement as they assume their place as the most advanced civilization of the moment... but then... why are they gathering their armies? True, other civilizations have been at war before... but when a civilization begin to form an army when there is no threat to them... then it is because that they seek conquest... and with them already at the top of the mortal world, there is only one target that they could be trying to overcome..." As she finished, everyone's eyes widened, including mine. I couldn't believe my ears! Ho-oh, Life herself, claiming that the mortals might be trying to take over as the rulers of the space-time continuum? This was not a nice claim! Not at all, even!

Sadly, no one found anything to say about it... for everyone knew that what Ho-oh claimed was true. Indeed, the Lugias were gathering their armies despite the fact that no one threatened them...

Doubt... fear...

Fear begun to rise. But what of the Lugias? No... they would never reveal to us what they intend to do. They would say that they weren't planning such a thing, even if they were... and as they are more powerful than any mortal before them, reading their minds would require much effort...

Danger... there is danger... but must we jump to conclusions so fast? Isn't that giving in to a fear... and a non-justified one at that?

But what... if it was true? Probably, the Lugias must not be evil... I met them, all of us did. They are nice... but they are also strong-willed and proud... a bit too much. Furthermore, their leaders were a bit... too full of themselves. Corruption, in their civilization?

So much doubt... why must there be so much fear? How did this happen? What did we do wrong? What mistakes did we commit? What did we overlook?

"We have worked too hard to let a single civilization ruin the world we built together. Their ill ambitions must be stopped. They must realize that it is not their place to try and control the course of this world. They have no right to harm us, or anyone, for the matter!" No! NO! Why must you exploit our fears? Why must you do this, Ho-oh? Aren't you the one who bring life to this world? Don't you love your children?

Fear... doubt...

... and hatred.

I can't bear it. I'm going to cry. My happiness is decreasing. I'm... I can't believe this...

This is so... horrible...

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What came next... was unspeakable.

The Legendary Pokemon became afraid of the ambitions of this new people, whose creatures were just divine as them. The divine people, they, saw the fears of their leaders and how they became suspicious of them. Tensions built up... and the fact that the Legendary Pokemon were hesitant did not help.

For the first time, the gods and goddesses were not the all-knowing limitless souls the mortals had ever known. For the first time, the immortals were facing a crisis that couldn't be solved instantly using their powers.

It was not the first time... for Mew had memories of the very first occurrences of the terrible power known as the 'Sin'... but it was the first time that a living soul saw such a crisis. It was... an event the immortals had hoped would never come.

The Legendary Pokemon couldn't even understand each others when it came to this crisis. Lugia, the Titans, and Jirachi himself believed that the mortals had to evolve, to live their lives free from the influence of their masters. They were the children of the Legendary Pokemon and through the very world and their actions, the will of the immortals remained absolute. The arrogance and pride of their mortal embodiments must not cloud the true purpose of their immortal Essences. After all, they were limitless beings, souls of infinite power. Their limited grasp of the physical realm must not cloud their better judgement.

Then, there was Ho-oh, the Legendary Beasts, and Celebi. They believed that mortals were going too far, that the embodiments of the world had to remain the highest forms of life, to stay dominant. They were the gods for a reason and thus, must remain unchallenged for they keep order. The symbols of the world must not be desecrated and defiled.

In the confusion of it all, the creatures followed the ones who had ideals that appealed to them... and two sides came to form up, incompatible with each others' views.

War...

In the wake of fear and tensions, the two sides fought. The world was torn apart as a violent conflict rocked the very foundations of the world. The world, the universe which the gods had loved so much was reduced to ashes by their united wrath, by their fear. The very force which they had swore to purge from themselves and their creations had triumphed, possessing every single creature and turning the world into an inferno of destruction.

The wrath of fear was unbelievable... greater than anything anyone had ever seen. The gods used their limitless powers to destroy cities, raise the oceans, create burning volcanoes, and scar the world with countless calamities and disasters. In the hell that they had created, the mortals that followed them used their powers to add to the havoc, killing each others with a violence unseen in any conflict before it while the immortals tore each others into the tiniest pieces possible.

This conflict... would forever be known as the Lugia Wars, the most terrible conflict in all of history.

In the wake of those hellish times, nobody believed there would be a winner, the ultimate destruction of the world being the only final result probable. The very immortals contemplated the futility of the blood fest, realizing that all of this might lead to their ultimate demises in the end.

So... in the end... Lugia and the Divine Children gave up.

They surrendered, preferring defeat to the apocalypse. They admitted their faults and bowed down, accepting to face the wrath of the vengeful, wrathful Ho-oh...

... and in her rage, Ho-oh proclaimed the harshest damnation of all times... the very punishment that is at the very base of the present's problems and flaws...

... the punishment's name was...

... the Cycle of Rebirth.

The world in ruins, little was left of the once glorious Divine Children's civilizations. They stood on their knees, covered in blood, surrounded by the bodies of their loved ones, begging for forgiveness. Lugia, Jirachi, and all the other gods and goddesses who stood by the side of the mortals were disgraced. They stood in the middle of the mortals, covered in injuries, their powers sealed, humiliated for all eternity.

The immortals who sacrificed their dignity for the ill-fated cause awaited the inevitable, knowing that the punishment would be beyond anything anyone ever received before.

Ho-oh begun her list of changes to the world... harsh, cruel changes. Changes meant to reshape the face of the world forever and prevent the repeat of this vain, bloody conflict.

The first punishment was the annihilation of all souls without exception. All Divine Children were hunted down and murdered in cold blood. All souls within Silver Valley were kicked out and into the abysses of Dark Vortex to be unmade. All traces of the civilizations that they could find, they burnt them. In a vortex of fire and divine fury, the Divine Children were unmade.

Lugia, Articuno, Latios, Latias, and all of the others stood before Ho-oh, before the supreme goddess, and cried in sorrow as the world they had spent so many billions of years nurturing was destroyed. All of their children, all those they had loved... were returned to the Nothing. There was nothing left to protect, nothing left to help. All that they once loved was destroyed.

The punishment did not end. Kyogre and Groudon, who had fought by the side of mortals, received the most terrible of all punishment. As Titans, deities who did not have Essences, the two were judged unimportant to the timeline and thus, were damned for all eternity. Before the horrified eyes of all other gods, the two screamed in agony as their spirits were forced out of their bodies and cast into the depths of Dark Vortex where they would forever be tortured for their opposition to Ho-oh.

Their bodies, now devoid of souls, became violent and mindless, becoming locked in a vain conflict that would last forever. Rayquaza, whose devotion to Ho-oh had faded by the end of the conflict, was punished for his doubts. For doubting Ho-oh, he was condemned to forever keep watch over the two soulless Titans, forced to prevent them from destroying each others for all eternity.

In the wake of those cruel treatments, the three Regis, the Golems who served as the top Servant Deities under Regigigas, snapped. The three committed mental suicide, casting their souls to the Nothing as they surrendered their bodies entirely to the bidding of their masters, giving up on this world, prefering to not exist in soul rather than to be forced to gaze at the world of fear and hatred Ho-oh had now created.

The pain of gods and goddesses reached its climax... but Ho-oh's rage was not subdued. Her rage turned to Jirachi, the embodiment of Fate, who had stood on the side of the mortals. As the embodiment of an Essence, Jirachi could not be damned for damnation would cause a disbalance and eventually, the end of the world... but his punishment was so cruel that it rivalized the fate of those who fell into Dark Vortex.

Jirachi, who had always loved to control Fate and help the timeline remain clean and pleasant for all beings, was condemned to eterntal nightmares and sleep. Forever, he would remain asleep and forced to see the deaths of his loved ones every single second as he would sleep... and just to rub it in, he would be forced awake one week per millennium in order to be taunted by visions of a world he could no longer participate in.

Deoxys, the embodiment of Space, who stood by Ho-oh's side for the whole conflict, was disgusted by this act of cruelty. She openly denied Ho-oh's role in front of everyone and left the world, preferring to leave for deep space, refusing to ever step foot on the world that had condemned her lover to such an unfair punishment.

By the time this punishment was dealt, even the immortals who had stood by Ho-oh's side were on their knees, crying. The world they had loved had already been destroyed and many of them were suffering for her pleasure. Why was Ho-oh's heart not yet calmed? Why was their once gentle leader acting with such violence?

Ho-oh turned to Lugia, her own brother, lover, and equal... the one who loved this world the most and had created it alongside her. Certainly, she would never dare punish Him...

... and before the eyes of a heartbroken Mew, Ho-oh did the unspeakable.

For leading the mortals in their attempts at controlling the world, Lugia was given a harsh punishment aimed to forever throw him into sorrow.

All gods and goddesses stood, baffled, unable to speak as Ho-oh plunged her claws into her lover's own heart and channelled her hatred into him, corrupting his Essence. Lugia screamed as his own power was inverted, his power of Creation forever corrupted and defiled as it was turned into a power of Destruction.

Lugia, stripped of his ability to create, became a monster. His powers went wild, tearing everything before him without him even using them. What was left of the world he once loved was being reduced to ashes by his very existence. Lugia, in desperation, locked himself into the depths of the deepest oceans, where his raging powers would be unable to harm the world.

This last punishment left the Legendary Pokemon with a sour taste in their mouths. She had dared to punish even him... and by stripping him of what he loved the most: the ability to be with those he loved. She had dared to force Lugia into eternal exile...

Then, finally, the last punishment was pronounced...

Ho-oh explained that in order for the tragedy never to be repeated, it was to be forever imbedded in the memories of all beings. Thus, she did so using the most powerful of tools... suffering. Such was the logic behind the inhuman, horrific punishments.

Now, to make sure that this war would never be repeated, she also pronounced a new Law of Physics... one that would forever seal the fate of all Divine Children by modifying the very way the bodies of all Legendary Pokemon worked.

A curse through all of time and space was spread... and now, for all eternity, the ability to breed was removed from all Legendary Pokemon.

All attempts to breed would now spell the deaths of both the male and female of the Legendary Pokemon attempting reproduction, giving birth killing the female while a terrible disease would destroy the male. Children born of the female would always, through all of eternity, being nothing more than the rebirths of those who took part in the reproduction process.

Thus, by preventing the Legendary Pokemon from having divine-blooded children, never would any mortal have the power to challenge the gods.

Such was Ho-oh's will.

Such is the Cycle of Rebirth.

Such is the product born out of fear.

The world stood in the ashes, destroyed...

Mew, in sadness, her powers completely drained as all Light had vanished from her now empty heart, brought Lucario with her into the depths of an ancient temple, where Divine Children once worshipped her, so long ago, before Ho-oh's rage took them.

Then, the Cycle of Rebirth weighing upon them, Mew thrown away her purity and the two took part in what had once been a ritual of life, committing suicide together and spelling the end of their respective first lives...

As the second Mew and the second Lucario were born, Mew's and Lucario's bodies lied down in the ancient chamber, lifeless.

The memories of my mate ends there, life leaving her as her soul undergo rebirth, dying yet not really disappearing. A new life beginning, a new Light adapted to this dead world being born... a pure Light, devoid of Love... a Light as heartless and wrathful as those who remained.

... yet, Ho-oh's rage did not destroy Life forever. The world had been greatly damaged and forever disfigured... yet, although now a shadow of its former self, the Pokemon World survived, the very planet still breathing although barely.

Although it now seemed that nothing could be born out of the hollow shells that now were the Legendary Pokemon, a single, distant ideal remained.

Lugia, in his suffering, had a dream... and Ho-oh realizing how horrific had been her decisions and guilt gripping her, wished for redemption before all those she had destroyed, before the souls she had banished.

The silent sadness of the gods brought forth a new idea... and a new age.

No souls remained on the Pokemon World... yet, the soulless wild Pokemon, the machines of flesh had survived. They continued to function and to live in the world, adapting to a world without gods... and at this moment, Ho-oh saw a single specie.

A weak specie, small and harmless... small psychic Pokemon that looked like monkeys. Ho-oh, remembering how kindness had once felt so long ago, grasped the small defenseless mortal beings in her wings... and then, as her tears touched the creatures, she decided to attempt once again to give life to souls.

The Legendary Pokemon that remained moved on. A new type of souls was being created... a single specie would now hold souls, a specie devoid of powers to prevent the abuse of their powers. A specie that they would nurture all together rather than remaining separated and each working on one specie. To further prevent corruption, the gods would now act indirectly, no longer living among the mortals to prevent their own ambitions from tainting the newborn beings.

The new specie was called... the human specie.

The monkeys evolved quickly, nurtured by all Legendary Pokemon... and thus, the world was reborn.

The rest is history.

I guess the humans didn't turn out very well. I don't know why but... the humans came to forget about their origins and begun to consider themselves as superior to Pokemon even to the point of seeing the very gods as just potential tools, calling them 'Legendary Pokémon' to belittle their importance rather than 'deities', which is their true, proper titles.

I now understand... everything is clear.

This is why I had memories about these...

Yes! YES! I can understand! I can remember! Why Jirachi was such a threat! Why he was enraged! Why Mew and I fought! The Sin! Mewlt's birth! EVERYTHING!

My memory... has returned!

Jirachi, he was destined to be Mew's mate, not me. It's why we fought! Likewise, Celebi was destined to be my own. Celebi, that crafty evil bitch! She manipulated me to turn me against Mew while Mew was drawn to madness by feelings suggested by Fate. Then, Jirachi impregnated her, dooming himself and herself with the Cycle of Rebirth.

It's why I shattered the eggs which housed the children born out of Celebi and myself, when she abused my sadness. I knew that within, there had been no children, only my death and Celebi's.

It's also why Mew attacked me and seemed so... unlike herself. She had been possessed by her own destiny and went on a crusade against me. In my own sadness, I allowed her to destroy my forces and wreck Dark Vortex.

... yet, in the end, destiny was averted as, the death in her womb ready, death grasping her heart, her memories slammed into her. She remembered me and I remembered her and, wanting to live outside of her cruel destiny, she chose to deny existence to the death in her womb. I caused what was growing in Mew's womb to die, destroying her rebirth and Jirachi's...

But then... how come Mewlt is alive?

It is simple, actually. That memory about the laboratory... it was there that I and Mew used the Sin to break the Cycle of Rebirth. We shattered the laws of the Legendary Pokemon and allowed Mewlt, our son, to live. A terrible crime, indeed...

... so terrible that it caused the Traitor to rise.

The Traitor... Ho-oh! She is the one who caused all of this, I now know it!

That's why I remembered trainers attacking us! Ho-oh was afraid that the birth of Mewlt was the prelude to a repeat of the Lugia Wars, his existence proving the incompetence of the deities of this world! She used her powers to force all of us into the open so that the humans might capture us, leaving Ho-oh as the sole, absolute ruler of the Pokemon World!

The vile WHORE! Don't she realize how much pain she caused? Me, a Devil Pokemon? What a joke! If there is evil in this world, it is that paranoid Ho-oh! She destroyed the ancient civilizations out of fear and now, trapped us all in Pokéballs so that she might rule alone!

That is foolish! The humans are brainwashing us and abusing our powers! They are not to control our limitless powers! Before long, this foolish decision will lead to our undoing to us all!

I MUST rescue my son and free all of my brethrens! I am the only one that can do this, for I am mightier than Ho-oh. Ho-oh's plan must be foiled before this world fall into ruin!

The world hang in balance... this balance must not be upset! I swear it!

"Meeeew..." I can remember the voice of my love, Mew.

The Cycle of Rebirth... should a Legendary Pokemon die, it will be reborn for we are immortals, our souls linked to the very elements of this world.

Yet, why wasn't Mew reborn?... and why do I remember killing a being known as 'Pure Mew' using the Sin if no Legendary Pokemon can have any other beings of its specie other than itself alive at any time?

Maybe my memory is not so complete after all.

Deep... deep into the past... I learnt of the Cycle of Rebirth. Mewlt's birth hold the secrets of the plan I came up with to counter Ho-oh's ambitions. I must remember it all. I must let myself drift back into the days of the laboratory and let my mate show me where she has went, the role of Mewlt in it all, how the Sin was unleashed and why. I can feel that I am getting closer to the truth...

...

"Do you remember... who am I?"

Those words from Mew... more than ever, I know what they now mean. My memory is now clear, for I now know that she is the one who had no Essence, although I am not sure how it is possible. In a way, you are a beautiful imposter, a clone, like I am...

How you came into being, my memory does not remind me of it. However, I know who you truly are. You were not the holder of Light... but now, you are. You are now Light.

Love... I love you more than you could ever imagine. You are unique... and in more ways I had ever imagined. You are smarter, more beautiful, more mysterious than any other female. The more I know about you, the more I remember... the more mysteries you present me.

You have been dead for quite a while by now... and yet, your memory keep the flame of my passion more alive than ever... and I am not even sure anymore of my reality or your own. Are you truly dead? I don't believe so... not entirely, anyway.

This memory... the first step in Mewlt's birth. We had sex, right? Of course, we had... for it is through the mix of our DNA that Mewlt was born. I do not know how the Cycle of Rebirth will be overcome... but there is only one way to find out.

I will allow myself to drift through the memory, having sex with her until I impregnate her and then seeing how I and Mew proceeded, after this act.

It is strange, I feel so excited... yet, I am so calm and not possessed by hormones. Maybe it is the fact that I am a bit exterior to the memory, not relating to the event at hand?

No... I was not feral with hormones in the memory, I am sure of it. It was a passionate act... but not one of pure instinctive rage.

The memory... feels alive. It is as if it sensed I was exterior to it and acted to draw me in. I saw her move her little body, lifting her lower body off of my erect organ as she went to kiss me and flood my brain with telepathic messages, calling me to forget and to allow the memory to take over...

"Please Mewtwo... please forget about the disturbing world... about what the others might think... about your worries. Close your eyes and let your heart speak..."

To let my heart speak... to allow myself to love you so completely. We want a child after all... and I shall not accept it any other way than if it conceived out of pure love and passion.

As I look at you, I see nothing fake, Mew. It is what baffles me. Not even the memory of you not being the one who originally wielded the Light Essence can break it. You are Mew, no matter what way I look at you. No matter what way I look at you, you are perfect to me.

Your harmonious curves, your smile, your eyes, your little snout, your ears, your breasts, your legs, everything...

So radically different yet, so similar to me. Your childish innocence mixing to a strange maturity of sorts...

Mmmuuuurrr... hmmm... I roll my eyes as I can feel the pleasant touch of your skin against my own. I can feel your little body brushing against my own, your hands petting me on the chest as you move like the little acrobatic feline you are, your little feet touching my thighs as you lower yourself, arcing your body, your now rather round and surprisingly, for a non-human creature, big breasts rubbing against me as you move. It is so slow, sensual. I can feel the hormones flow and I could feel the organ twitching.

You can feel my hot breath on your face as you leave me panting, don't you? Mmmuuuur... such a cute, naughty female, teasing me in such a way, building up my desire...

I couldn't help but smile, allowing myself to drift further and further, relaxing. The female moved around and I felt a hard surface under me as I landed on the top of the capsule, sitting down, leaning against the large tube, supporting my back. My heart is beating so fast and my breathing is heavy... I feel so tense and well, I blushed at the thought but well, I am kind of embarrassed. She is so close and I'm so completely vulnerable, my intimacy completely hers for the taking...

"You're so tense... shhh..." I felt her fingers against my lips as she stared lovingly in my eyes. The endless blue, so peaceful and serene... how do you manage to be so calm at such a moment, my dear mate, when not even I can? Such irony, considering how sensitive and easy to surprise she usually is...

I felt... her leaning closer, the physical contact increasing as she wrapped her small arms. I... I swear that I could feel her heart beating against my own chest as she hugged me... and I allowed myself to relax.

Metal or not, it doesn't matter. The presence of a physical surface to support my frame eased my mind, allowing me to stop focusing on keeping myself in the air and to focus on the soul who clung to me.

"I love you so much..." I said. Well, I tried to but I was feeling so... happy... and I don't know if I purred or if words actually came out. Not that it matters. I'm feeling so... so good. I didn't feel this good since... well, I can't think of any better moment I had before at the moment. I'm just... so completely under her spell.

... and not only is she the cutest, most loveable female I could think of, but she was also so... attractive... so... sexy. I could feel it... and I knew it, too. As I felt the tip of my sexual organ brush against her lower body, I couldn't help but realize how badly I wanted to actually engage in intercourse, to add a physical dimension to our experience, to please her, to share my genes with her...

She slowly moved her frame, slowly putting her hands behind her back and on her behind, slightly arcing herself, spreading her legs, showing herself off so completely, revealing herself to me in all of her most private intimacy. So small, so fragile, so innocent... I could hurt her in so many ways and yet, she trusted me, like I trusted her.

"I... I want you so much... Can I?" I give up. I can't bear it anymore. I can't resist it any longer. I can't manage to come up with any more complicated words or even stay remotely true to my supposed intelligence level. I... I'm just a male, madly in love... and I want you, Mew... right now. I don't care about my dignity or whatever. I want you NOW! Meeeeew...

Oh... she's moving... moving! Mmm... mmm... heh... she's now slightly in angle, in the same angle as my organ...

"Mewtwo..." she's blushing and that smile... purr... I feel... happy... and playful. "I feel so... needy... There's, like, that huge gapping hole in my body... a hollow feeling... a feeling of urgency." she leaned... closer... "I need something hard... something thick inside of it... now." the tempting whisper came to my ears, adding in to the dizziness...

She wants it... and I want it so much, too. Not only mentally, but physically too. I feel so... so awkward, with the reason why I'm male being exposed like that, all hardened. It's... wrong. My instincts scream for me to put it inside of that female. It will feel good and she will like it... and I know it. I know she will like it and so will I...

I grabbed her thighs with both hands and then, looked into her eyes. She's panting in anticipation and I felt strangely cold downward... and wet. I can see you, Mew... and you're nodding... and I know what you meant...

... I... I pushed on her.

!!!

"MmmM!" ha... ha... haa... couldn't keep it in... and I heard her, at the same time. It begun... although I'm not yet penetrating her. Just stretched it a bit. After all... you're a little bit more than half my size so it will be... tight. Hmmm... I look forward to it...

What seemed like an eternity passed although it was only a few seconds and then, I saw her move her right hand off her back and she reached down. Purring, she placed her hand and moved her fingers, as if stretching a second pair of legs, opening her... her... and pushing do... do... down... hmm... ha... haaa... hmmm... purr... gasp...

She moved back into position, placing her hands back on her behind, her breasts bouncing a bit as she arced her body again. That naughty smile and that blush as she pant...

"I want you whole... take me..." she called. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I brought her toward me, staring into her eyes as I sent a telepathic surge into her. She answered it, closing her eyes as I closed my own, opening her mouth.

Hmmm... she tastes even better than before... and although only my tip is in, I feel as if I'd never been satisfied since... well... as long as my currently short-lived memory can trace back to. My lips locked to her own, I allowed her tongue to slam into my own and make me feel sooo nicely... purr... I love how you kiss me... I just... love it...

Then, she slowly broke the kiss, licking her lips as she swallowed my saliva and as I did the same. Hmmm... strawberries, perhaps? In my state, can't really find the words...

"Move, move, move, move... I'll take all of it... all of it..." she begged me in my head, silent physically, her heavy breathing mixed to my own breaking the silence.

It is what you want... and what I want. I grabbed into your hips and then, moving her body a bit, my love winked. I'll give it to you... all of it...

M... MeeeeeeeEEEEWWWWROOOOOOWR! "MEEEEEEEEW!"

Gasp... gasp... gasp...

That felt... absolutely great... and judging how loudly you moaned, I wasn't the only one...

She brought her legs together and I felt it, her inner walls clenching at me as she leaned against me, the contact of her belly and breasts against my chest making me so... so... so... so mmmrooooowr...

"Mew... Mewtwo..." I can feel your mind, surging with the feeling and the emotions. I can feel it...

"Mew..." I... I couldn't find anything else to say. Frankly, there was nothing to say.

I placed my hands on her hips. I shall... please you...

... hmm... HMMM! Haa... haa... haaaaaa...

Mrrraaaaarrrr... the feeling as you are moving your body in almost perfect synchronization, so gracefully, so smoothly... I... I... haaaaa... purrr...

Muuur... I roll my eyes in pleasure. Hmmm...

"Mm... mmm... mmmeeeeew..." such smooth curves... I can hear you moan... I can feel your hot breath on my face... your breasts brushing against my body... your curves as we move... and I'm so totally pleasured and happy... together, just the two of us, sharing this feeling... because I love you and want you to be happy, like you are making me so... happy...

Oh... oh... I'm purring so loudly and I... haa... I can't help but moan. Meeeew... Mew... my mate...

Hm... !!! ACK! I... She arced her body suddenly, changing her position slightly... "Muurrr... so hard... so thick..." MRREEEW! ... I... can't catch... my breath... "I feel... I..."

Mew...

"Mmmmeeeeeeew..." you moaned as I thrusted, don't you? You felt it. I feel it too. So tight... so wet...

She's almost standing vertically, her body leaning against my own, her little hand brushing my nose as I blush, eyes rolled, unable to understand how I manage to still have any semblance of coherent thoughts considering what she is doing to me. How long have we been doing this? I... I can't even grasp the principles of time anymore...

... and then, she pushed down.

Ohh that felt goo... ACK! Aaah... aah... she didn't wait for me to recover to pull ouUUUT! MEW! Me... me...

!!! ACK! !!! AAH... AAA... MRRR...

I... can't... aaa...

... such... such pleasure... pushing... pulling out... pushing... pulling out...

... not... not fast enough... not intense enough...

Oh... Oh... you are... moaning... moving your hips... panting... arcing your body over and over... and I follow... and you like it... and I like it...

... and I like... like... it... iiit...

I... Hmmm... puurr... haaa... it's... it's too much... I... I can't... I...

"Mew... I'm... I'm going to... to..." I can't breathe... I can't stop my body... I'm... Mmmm...

"Don't... don't stop! Pleaaase..." she gasped. I can feel your pleasure... I can feel it... I...

I... I can feel something... Pulsating... growing... filling...

Mmm... mm...

I'm... I'm so tense! I feel... stuck... stuck... can't... move... she's too much. Too... too too... I can't... take it... anymore...

I...

!!!

MRRRROOOOOOEEEEEEEEW! "MeeeEEEEEeeeeEEEEeeeeew..."

...

Oh... oh... oh... mrrooooooooh...

Puuurrrrr...

I felt... so relieved... and pleased... and also wet. I... I can breathe. I'm still... still panting so hard but it's better... not that it was any bad, anyway. I looked down and smiled. She's so soft, so adorable, so incredibly cute, leaning against me, eyes closed, catching her breath as well. Considering how my organ, and my lower body nearby is coated in liquid, I can guess that our respective moments of maximum pleasure were synchronized...

Puurr... It... it felt so... so heavenly... Puuur... purr... purrr... and I'm so satisfied... and tired...

"Mewtwo..." she said, smiling faintly as I petted her behind the ears, her blue eyes locked into mine.

Our child... Mewlt... and you... you...

...

... you...

The aftershock is still coursing my nerves and I can feel it in hers, too. She stared at me... I could feel the love in her stare... and a confusion.

I slowly lifted her, helping her pull my shrinking sexual organ out and slowly, placed my lips against her own as we kissed. She closed her eyes and so did I...

Mmmurrr... my love...

She slowly opened her eyes and I saw her sad smile. I now knew why she was so sad... so confused... and now, I will tell you the truth, my yellow-furred kitty...

"Do you remember... who am I?" she had the same curves, the same belly, the same breasts, the same eyes... yet, she was not of the same candy pink from my memories. She was of a brillant yellow, like a beautiful ray of sunshine. I could see the blue on her cat ears, her cheeks, and oval tail tip. Miscolors that were not that of Mew...

"Yes... you are a memory..." I said, nodding.

"A... memory?" she asked, a tear slowly falling from her left eye. I caught the tear with my hand and wiped it off her beautiful face before petting her a bit...

"Long ago, do you remember? You used to be Mew... to be the Light. You were Love and you loved this world and its inhabitants more than anything else. However... as sadness and fear rose, the Light adapted... and you changed. Only remained a memory... a long lost memory..." I explained, Love itself closing her eyes as she listened.

"This is... who you once were. Love... compassion... hope... tolerance... The eternal child, mother, and lover. The one who disappeared long ago... you are a memory of the love... an image which Mew reached for, all her life during. The soul which freed me from my cursed fate and who believed in this world, forgiving the souls and reaching to the Future That Cannot Reach..."

She opened her eyes... and I saw... a strange feeling of acceptance... and true love...

"What is... my real name?" she asked.

I smiled, feeling myself blushing... "Your name... You were once known as Mew... but you are no longer the Light. You are my loved one yet... you have died and were reborn as someone else. Thus... you need a new name. A name for the memories in the flesh of this female..."

The feline smiled and slowly, leaned against me, her arms wrapping around me as she hugged me and brought herself closer. I could... feel her snout brushing against my own, her lips almost touching mine, her eyes half-closed and yet, staring into mine with such loving intensity...

"Memories... of love... past, present, and future..." past... present... and future...

I closed my eyes, accepting her as she placed her lips against my own and plunged her tongue into my mouth, kissing me...

"Memoria..." the name echoed in my mind...

Memoria...

I slowly wrapped my arms around you, Memoria, and kissed you as you slowly brought yourself down.

As I looked at you, Memoria, I realized that I was holding a Minun in my arms, within the elevator of the old mansion...

"Meeew..." meowed who was neither Cherlie nor Mew... and yet, was both...

... a tear...

I also realized I was hugging a bomb. As much as I love her, I know that she is a different person now... and that by awakening the feelings of her former life within her, I have potentially awakened a monster that will wreck my heart, her own, and my son's.

... what have I done?... what have we done?

"Mewtwo..." she placed her hand on my mouth, as if trying to calm me down... "I may not know of your thoughts but I can read you... I can sense your worries. Please... even if it is just for now..."

I saw... her tears. I could feel guilt... and yet, I was burning so much with feelings. Maybe... I should have let Memoria sleep. Maybe... I should have left her in the ignorance of the being that she truly was, in-between Mew and Cherlie...

... but as I looked into her eyes, I saw... gratitude. I could feel the pain, the guilt of what she had done, of the feeling of betrayal toward the son who she loved as a mother as Mew and as a lover as Cherlie... yet, as I saw the gratitude in her eyes, I knew that the truth, no matter how painful, was preferable to an illusion...

Thus, I fell silent, chased my worries away, and allowed myself to drift to sleep in her arms.

Of Essences and rebirths... a Legendary Pokémon's life and relationships are so complicated...

May we be simple mortals or deities, all we can do is to keep moving forward. My son, Mewlt... no matter the relationship that bind me to the enigmatic, paradoxal being who is now in my arms, one thing remain certain.

We both desire for the happiness of Mewlt.

Let us move forward.

The future awaits...

=TO BE CONTINUED