Almost there, ladies and gentlemen! After this chapter there will probably be only five more chapters until the end. I already have it planned, it's just a matter of writing from here. I have no plans for a follow up at this point. It depends on how I feel at the end.

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Here's a little lemon to go with your lime.

Chapter 07: Lucario's Fight

This was entirely my fault.

Mother Mew commanded the Titan who held me to follow her into the tunnels leading away from the tree. The punishment for defying the Gods was death, I knew, but I did not imagine that she would kill him as well. I had tried to warn him about it. I tried to prevent him from coming here where ever he was powerless to stop her. A futile effort in the end. I should have known that he would not just stand by and be harassed from a distance. He is just as stubborn as me, after all.

They brought me to a chamber of this tree that I did not see before. Through mouth of a tunnel I found myself outside yet in an enclosed area. Real grass covered the ground, not the artificial grass and plants that the tree grew inside. Hills covered the area on all sides, creating natural walls that I imagined I could see the entire region on at the top of. It was my guess that we were at the summit of the tree; the mythical place with Mother Mew made her nest.

The titan that carried me sent one more electric pulse through his hands to stun me before putting me on the grass. I felt numb in two aspects, and could only stare at the retreating creature helplessly as I waited for my body to respond to mental commands. The beast did not leave the area completely, just enough to cover the only exit with it's body while facing away from the outside.

I already considered my options for escape as I did whenever I found myself in a difficult situation. Master Aaron taught me that I should not take on every challenge head on, even if I knew I could prevail. A well placed Pulse Bomb would dislodge the steel titan from the pathway if I wanted to head out through the tunnels, or I could jump the 'walls' around me. I might have been softer than most Pokemon of my typing, but my steel plated body would ensure I did not die on impact from falling a great distance.

" I did not even begin and you are already thinking of a way to escape your fate, Wave Guider. "

Not even the sanctum of my mind was safe from the prying ways of psychics. I found the strength in my body to push myself into a sitting position, adjusting my body so my back could rest against the stone wall of the tree. In front of me was Mother Mew, looking at me with some kind of mock disappointment in her eyes. As if she could not see this blow to her pride coming. I stared her down with narrowed eyes though I knew I was not in any condition to fight.

This Mew was one of the Gods of this world and I was nothing more than an ordinary Pokemon. I was not even the best in my day, hundreds of years ago, when I had been at my prime in my skills and power. Master Aaron was more skilled than I ever hoped to be, but somehow I outlived him. " I couldn't imagine leaving the party early. " That did not mean that I was not strong in other ways. Physical strength only made up a fraction of a being.

Mother Mew smiled at my retort. " I couldn't allow you to do that, Wave Guider. " With a flip of her tail she built up the lazy momentum to float away from me. " A crime has been committed in my territory. I will not just sit by and let it go unpunished. " She returned with a small toy she stole from the children in the human village. " I imagine that the tree must have taken hold of the criminal by now. It will only be a matter of time before it breaks down his body for nourishment. " Then she blew into the toy, a party blower, like she'd been celebrating his timely death.

My eyes widened in horror, and I spoke before I had the chance to think. " You can't do this! " I cried as I tried, and failed, to find my feet from my pitiful position. " This isn't his fault! He wouldn't even be here if I didn't accept his ridiculous terms. Please ... " I felt my anger being replaced by new, desperate, feelings. " Just let him go, Mother. I will stay and take punishment in his place. "

I could no longer sense Mewtwo's aura wherever Mew had taken him. Not knowing whether he still lived made hope for a satisfying ending to this situation fade. It'd fade like the aura of all living creatures at the end of their life cycle, but only if they suffered a natural death. Mewtwo did not have a natural death if he died right now. His aura did not fade from this world. It vanished instantly.

" You ... " The small cat-like Pokemon gave me her complete attention. " Are foolish. To throw your life away so another can live, but you cannot be faulted for such foolish notions. Your kind have been doing it for generations, and today the species with the most potential has dwindled to a single member. In this world you will have nothing to look forward to except extinction, and being a stuffed centerpiece in the ancient section of Sinnoh's National Museum. "

Her words did not hurt me. " If you killed me in retaliation I would be happy that my love was allowed to go free. I may live in this world no longer, but I will live forever in his mind and in his heart. That is more than enough for me. "

Knowing that I pissed over Mother Mew's plans to fill me with regret would do, as well. I could tell by the temporary shift in her features that my answer was not the one she'd been looking for. " Very well. " Those two words were spoken in a flat tone. " I will free the best from his obligation if you agree to remain in this tree with me for the remainder of your life. He will be banished from returning to this land to see you, and you from him, but he will be allowed to live elsewhere. "

There were moments where you fought with everything that you had, where you'd sooner snap your body in half than allow such a monstrosity to happen. Yet there are others where you know that you have been bested. This was one such moment. I'd risk killing us both if I fought this time, I knew, so I hung my head and admitted defeat. " I ... agree to your terms, Mother Mew. " My voice barely registered in my shame.

Mother Mew was hovering dangerously close to my face, I sensed that much. I had closed my eyes immediately after speaking so I didn't have to see the smug look on her face. " Fine. I will stop the tree from digesting him, and release him after I finish punishing you. "

I did not know what kind of punishment she had in mind. Her intentions started soon after she finished that sentence. I felt a heavy mass settle into my lap, and pressure on my shoulders that forced my slumped body backwards until my back was strait and pressed into the wall. My eyes snapped open when I realized that she had trapped me without even trying, and became wide as saucers at the sight before me.

Mew had transformed like I knew she could from my experiences with her prior, but the form that she took this time was not one that she'd ever taken before. I remember her telling me a long time ago that she could only transform into Pokemon that inhabited the tree and her territory. That wasn't entirely true. I later learned from Thunder-Hawk that Mew could only take the form of Pokemon that would soon be digested into the Tree of Origin. I learned of her darker intentions that day. Mother Mew was always on the hunt for 'criminal' Pokemon to replace the forms of Pokemon she lost when the Tree inevitably digested them. This one served her purpose quite well.

She transformed ... into Mewtwo. It was not the Mewtwo that I had grown accustomed to seeing over these past few weeks, but a damn good imitation. Her fur was soft and pink where his was long and lavender. Females Pokemon tend to be larger than the males so it was expected that she had a little more mass; she certainly felt heavier than he ever did. There was also another ... significant difference between the two. The original Mewtwo was obviously a male, but Mew was always a female regardless of what Pokemon she turned into. This gave her some rather ... interesting features -

" Lucario ... " Her blue eyes seemed to water in what appeared to be pain shortly before she buried her face in the crook of my neck. It took a moment for me to realize what was happening. I could feel blinding heat bearing down on my crotch from above, and at that moment I realized that I did not have the opportunity to pull up my pants from what happened earlier. It left me exposed and vulnerable to her twisted game. " It hurts, Lucario. " She groaned into my neck.

I tried to jerk away from her in retaliation, but she straddled me with speed that I did not know she possessed. Planting a knee on the ground on either side of my outer thighs she prevented me from leaving that spot. She came down on me. Grinding her own crotch against mine so I could feel what she spoke of; a moist slit that throbbed intensely from the amount of blood pumping through it. I looked down in horror just in time to see my exposed length become buried in soft warmth. The sensation, that feeling, it caused a cold shudder to roll down my spine.

Those soft kisses planted on my neck barely registered since my mind tried to make sense of what was happening. It came to one startling conclusion that brought the whole situation into a bitter reality; Mew was in heat. This incident was not about Mewtwo and his 'crimes'. It was not about absorbing Mewtwo's energy into the tree like I had originally thought. This was about eliminating all threats to what was ultimately going to be her potential mate. Mewtwo or myself, it didn't matter who she got in the end. Either way she would have gained a valuable prize; all powerful offspring.

I played into her game like a fool.

None of this was right. The hands on my shoulders trailed down my body, doing their job in provoking my body into arousal with surprising accuracy. This forming erection was not a willful action on my part. Taking in a form so close to my love's combined with the scent of pheromones in the air forced my body to act on it's more primal instincts. It was inevitable; I was going to mate with her ... whether I wanted to or not. I could feel her hips wiggling around on my lap in an attempt to position herself over me. The tip of my length slid down her slit in an agonizingly slow way. I could feel the moisture from her slit dripping down the sides of my shaft, lubricating it even before it hovered outside of her entrance.

Pulling her head from my shoulder she bore down into me with lust in her eyes. " Kiss me. " The ache of arousal burned in my stomach along with churning feelings of shame and disappointment knowing that I had to comply with her orders. I leaned up as she leaned down, and our lips met halfway. " Mm ... " Her fingers dug into my forearms as she pushed me back against the wall. That feline spine of hers arched her body forward, pressing her body against mine starting with the mass of her chest against mine. The spike against mine fit into the space between her furry breasts perfectly. Then it was stomach to quaking stomach before her hips rolled forward, pushing herself down into me in a forceful way.

Mew was victorious though now was not the time to celebrate. She threw her head back to release a cry of ecstasy just as I reached a point where I could proceed no further; a barrier of flesh just inside of her. " It hurts ... " The feline moaned, then hesitated in proceeding to go any further.

Fleeting thoughts of anger returned, followed by wicked ones that I had not thought of before. This may have been a futile battle but I would not allow her to have her way so easily. I am a fighter above anything else, and I had Mewtwo to thank for reminding me of that. I will ensure that this beast will regret ever trying to rip up apart, for his sake and my own!

The chirp that she released when I took hold of her hips was priceless. To ensure that she didn't get away from me I dug into her flesh and fold and made it firm before. Then I used the strength in my upper body to push her back down into me. That initial burst of strength was enough to shatter the natural barrier that marked her a virgin, and was almost enough to force our hips to touch. My member was engulfed in walls of tight heated flesh that made me moan in surprise. I may not have been a virgin like she was, but this was my first time feeling a female's warmth.

Mew trembled uncontrollably after being impaled with such force, her confidence failing while mine returned. The grip I had on her hips tightened when I pushed her away from me, slowly, so she could feel every inch of pain that was to be offered this first time around. The scent of her virgin blood mixed with our fluids filled the air and gave me a second wind, and all she could do was hold onto my shoulders helplessly as I asserted myself.

Our hips did touch the second time with as much speed and force as I could put behind them. I pushed her away like I wanted to with all of my power only to bring her in again for another round. My lower body found the rhythm around the fifth or sixth trust. My feet were planted firmly on the ground so I could use my strong legs to buck up into her when I forced her down. Mew screamed in a mix between fright and pleasure., barely noticing the tears flowing freely from her eyes at this point. The pain must have been unbearable to her though I felt no remorse. She caused us more pain than she could ever hope to feel with her actions.

The tightness of her body combined with that pulsating throb made it painful for me as well. Bringing out a release in one of us to relieve the pain was the only reason I didn't take my time making her sexually frustrated. It seemed to only become tighter as I lost count of how many thrusts it was since the beginning, yet smoother with the addition of a new slick fluid. Her body showed subtle signs that it had been pushed past it's limit. Those muscles that made up her sex flexed in a vain attempt to push me out of her body. It only caused me to use even more force to ensure that didn't happen.

Those mounds of flesh against her chest changed as well. They became firm, perhaps a little swollen from the flow of blood hardening the little pink nubs that stuck out from her fur. Her nipples brushed against the fur on my cheek, catching my attention shortly before I took one into my mouth. I sucked on the flesh to make her scream at my again, savoring the only part of her that was sweet ...

Minutes, maybe hours, passed before I felt fire burning a hole through my belly. Anticipation for release was the only thing that brought me back into reality from mating like a mindless beast. We were soaked in the mess made from our vigorous actions from the waist down, our fur covered in saliva from sloppy, lustful, kisses that helped make the illusion complete. The scent of blood was fresh in the air, and it took a moment for me to realize that I broke the skin with the force that I held her.

Mew pressed herself against me willingly, mewling and chirping like a kitten as her body went into helpless convulsions. My pacing slowed, and I lost control of my body. One savage buck sealed the deal made between us. I groaned my relief as I shot my seed deep into her belly. It was considerably more than I thought it would have been, but then I remembered that I had been so close to the edge yet stopped earlier today.

Seconds later Mew's screech tore through my right ear; a screech different from the ones before it to signify that she too reached her peak. She began to thrash against me immediately. Instinct told me what to do from there; males were supposed to separate from their mates immediately afterwards or risk being maimed. One mighty shove separated us at the hip with a sickeningly wet pop. I released her.

The feline Pokemon fell onto her back in a fashion that made my eyes linger longer than I wanted them to. Her thighs were spread in a obviously suggestive way while she wiggled about on the ground, on her back. When she regained her senses she tried in vain to clean herself, but found herself too tired. Good. I wished for her to just roll over and go to sleep like a lover who had lost all passion for the woman he shared his bed with. I watched other Pokemon mate before (accidental of course) and knew that it was never over after one round. The problem was ... I did not want to touch her again.

This wasn't right ...

None of it was ...

I did not love this Pokemon.

Nor would I ever ...

Though I did it for the Pokemon I loved, I still felt ashamed.