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Climbing Towards - Part 2 (Commission for VDO)
🕑 Added 2021-09-24 12:38:50 +0000 UTCTAGS: Pokemon, Hyper/Hyper Muscle, Hunks, Some Sappy Romance, God/Ascension, A VDO Story
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Now, once again, if only revealing the truth were as simple as rationalizing his way around to justifying it, then perhaps the Mewtwo wouldn’t have spent several more weeks after the decision agonizing over how best to bring it up; he might have convinced himself that it wouldn’t be an issue with the other deities, or at least he could make it not be an issue, but to actual tell Roy that the person they’d been dating all that time was a god? An actual, true-to-life, insurmountably powerful deity whose body was naught but an avatar, a physical puppet that a supreme soul inhabited for the purpose of interacting with the mortal realms? There was a reasonably high chance that the Obstagoon might just think he was crazy and break off their relationship entirely; alternatively, they might want to preserve it, but still try and get him into a mental hospital for what were clearly delusions brought about by an ill mind. What was worse, Apex couldn’t just draw upon their powers to prove it either, as their mortal frame was incapable of channelling the vast amount of energy required to wield his divine abilities without burning up in the process; just him being there was already enough to cause significant strain, hence why their avatar had to be as bulky and muscular as it was, so anything else was a bust. He could always wait until they were done with their degree, or until such a point as the gods above dictated that the Mewtwo’s time in the mortal realms was done, but then he risked putting Roy on the spot, forcing him to make an incredibly important decision without nearly enough time to properly consider it. There wasn’t really a good solution to it, at least not one that didn’t require some sacrifice from someone… but if that was to be the case, then whatever cost must be paid would have to come directly from him. Apex refused to consider any world in which his beloved Obstagoon would have to pay the fare to take the ride over to divinity, not when he was there; wasn’t he supposed to be the inheritor to the throne of the gods? Was he not meant to be the one to take over and rule everything once his education was done? Surely the position must come with some perks, otherwise there wouldn’t be a constant competition between at least half a dozen usurpers all vying for the opportunity to steal the throne from under him all at once; thus, if that much was true, then whatever price must be paid would be willingly placed on the table to the collected, if only that meant that Roy could come with him once he returned home… though that still didn’t fix the issue of him telling his better half about his divine nature. Weeks, weeks that Apex spent trying to come up with some way to prove it, some way that he could present evidence for his claims; it was far too much of an extraordinary tale to be presented without proof, even for someone who trusted him as much as the Obstagoon did. The first semester reached its end before any solution presented itself, leaving Apex with an overwhelming sense of dread that he’d have to spend what the mortals called a “Christmas” vacation all by himself; that is, until he dug further and asked about the significance of the holiday, at which point a plan finally began to form in his head. It wasn’t exactly a well-designed ritual or a proper offering to the gods, but it was a period in time where mortals across the world engaged in similar ritualistic behaviors that all fit a specific theme, some of whom even religiously so; a small opening, to be sure, but an opening into the divine realm regardless, if only Apex could focus the collective “Christmas cheer”, as it was called, into a spear to break through the dimensional veil separating him from his peers. It wouldn’t be enough to last for more than a few minutes, but even the slightest amount of communication would be more than enough to prove that his claims of divinity weren’t bunk; all the Mewtwo had to do was convince Roy to stick around rather than going back home for the couple of weeks they had… which, much to Apex’s embarrassment, proved to be significantly easier than he expected. There were many words exchanged between the two during the conversation, none of which were even remotely wholesome as the Obstagoon listed just why exactly he was more than happy to stick around for the holidays; for the Mewtwo, who had prepared a whole speech with pros and cons on why the two should stay with one another for the sake of developing their budding relationship, it couldn’t have gone any better… they just wished that their partner hadn’t been so explicit about it. Still, it worked, and that was all that mattered; with Apex having moved into Roy’s apartment and the two having already gotten into a rhythm from all the time spent together, suddenly having more free time wasn’t so much a qualitative change as it was a quantitative one. Few things were done differently, just more frequently, which made for one hell of a distraction for all their neighbors whenever their bedroom door was closed and the two made good use of the extra-strength, reinforced bed frame. That, or whenever they plunged into the depths of culinary depravity and ended up filling the apartment block with the kind of aromas that would only waft from high-end restaurants, prompting many of their neighbors to come knocking, hoping perhaps that they could be offered a nibble, a taste of the mannah being prepared. Decorations went up far before they had to, all in service of maintaining an appropriate level of Christmas spirit… and, in Apex’s case, making sure that the house was in a proper state to deal with the temporary tunnel to the upper dimensions by way of having a sufficient amount of gestalt cultural shielding. He could only hope that the collective adoration for this “Christmas” thing would be enough to go through with his plan, otherwise things were about to become extremely awkward; the plan was to wait until the twenty-fifth, at which point, during dinner, the Mewtwo would break the news that they had “something important” to tell the Obstagoon. Then, wielding what little of the arts he could, he would rip open a small opening in the fabric of reality and let Roy peer at the divine realms beyond, before offloading every bit of information the hunk needed to know, and plenty more that he technically didn’t but was still nice to share regardless. Day after day, the critical moment drew near, until Apex was left waking up every day in a cold sweat, wondering whether he was doing the right thing, thinking that maybe he shouldn’t go so far, that he should wait and let things progress naturally… right before looking to his side, to the gorgeous, beautiful giant that he couldn’t imagine himself living without, and being left even more determined than ever before. He had to do it, he just had to, otherwise he would be condemned to an eternity of looking back at what he could have done, wondering how things could have gone if only they had the strength and willpower to carry them through; thus, day after day, the moment drew nearer, until before he knew it, the Mewtwo found himself opening the oven to retrieve the roast they had so lovingly prepared for Christmas dinner. Roy was already in the living room, waiting at the table underneath a frankly ludicrous amount of decorations, while terrible music played in the background and a movie played silently on television. It was actually snowing outside; not exactly Apex’s doing, though he couldn’t help but wonder if someone upstairs hadn’t decided to do him a small favour, free of charge. With extra care, the Mewtwo waddled over to place the roast in the center of an otherwise-stuffed tabletop, hours and hours of preparation having left it laden with so much food that it bordered on the downright excessive… or would, if the two of them didn’t regularly eat so much that it was wonder they were even allowed in local grocery stores anymore. With the oven mitts thrown over his head, Apex sat down in front of his beloved, raising his empty glass when he forgot that it was supposed to be filled with something before a toast was offered; thankfully, the Obstagoon had learned to deal with their partner’s idiosyncrasies, and took the opportunity to raise their own, before placing it down and emptying half a soda bottle into it. It took them a while before realizing the Mewtwo in front of them wasn’t eating anything, but was instead staring down at an empty plate, eyes wide open, looking about ready to start shaking; before he could say anything, however, Apex raised a single finger, before straightening their back, inhaling deeply, and then letting the air out as slowly and deliberately as possible.
“Roy,” he declared, “I have something to tell you. Something important. Something I’ve been hiding from you for a while. And I need you to please, just… not panic, alright?”
The Obstagoon was about to ask what in blazes their partner was talking about when something off to the couple’s side shone brightly, a flash powerful enough to nearly force Roy off his chair with how hard he flinched; the young man yelped, the only automatic reaction their body could come up with, and were it not for the fact that there was something in their head telling them not to ruin Christmas dinner, they would’ve upturned the table to use it as cover. Instead, they scrambled to run behind the couch, only peeking out from behind it once Apex let them know it was fine. ‘Twas then that Roy saw it: a hole. Or rather, a peephole perhaps, or something of the sort; it looked as if he was staring at a floating monitor, except one that was perfectly “glued” onto thin air, its borders barely recognizable as they melted into the rest of the room. It was the size of a large truck tire, and for the life of him, Roy couldn’t tell if it was some kind of hologram, a hidden screen with a projection on it, or a literal hole ripped into the fabric of existence, through which he could see… gold. Vast amounts of it, stretching for as far as he could see, arranged in columns and stairs, walls and foundations, melding into another in dizzying, almost logic-defying ways; the closest he could get to describing it would be via a direct comparison to those paintings he recalled seeing of that one artist whose name he could never remember, the ones that used two-dimensional perspective tricks in order to fool the viewer into seeing impossible geometries. Except what he was looking at was three-dimensional (or at least really looked to be), leaving him wondering just what in blazes Apex had done; the Mewtwo was looking at the hole (or screen, or whatever it was) with a look that carried at both apprehension and a certain amount of relief, the same one that adorned everyone’s face after they were finally done with a particularly difficult midterm. They stared at him, then back at the hole, then back at him, as if trying to make the Obstagoon understand what was happening without words having to be used; when Roy made it clear that he was completely lost, that’s when the final piece of evidence was provided. Apex didn’t want to do it, as he knew that it would place a significant amount of strain on his body, but it was either that or throw the whole plan out; with the portal open, and the sight of the pantheon’s half perfectly visible for Roy to see, it was actually quite easy to draw some power from it, letting it flow into his physical avatar… and coincidentally bulking it up almost immediately afterwards as a result. It was inevitable, and indeed Apex needed nothing else to prove his point: simply by siphoning power from the divine dimension he was originally from, his physical form had to grow to compensate, and before long the Mewtwo had not only reached Roy’s size, but surpassed it; a couple of seconds more and he was starting to feel as cramped in that penthouse as the Obstagoon had at their own place months prior, to the point where its structural integrity was compromised the longer the portal was kept open. It was curious, as the amount of power that Apex was borrowing was, frankly, nothing compared to his true self; it stood as a testament to how ludicrously mighty he was in reality that he could turn himself into a hulking behemoth by mortal standards and it didn’t even scratch the surface of what he was fully capable of, only leading to him borrowing even more as his arousal grew out of control. Bits of the ceiling were falling onto the ground, the table wasn’t so much pushed away as broken in half, and even the couch had been shoved onto the wall, prompting Roy to dive away from behind it and try and find some place to take cover from his inexplicably growing partner… that is, until said partner reached out for him. Resistance was pointless; with each of the Mewtow’s pecs at that point being bigger than the Obstagoon’s whole body, with their biceps alone being so impossibly colossal that it was a wonder they could even fit inside the house, how was Roy to deny that titan? When he saw their hand approaching, his body went limp, and when he felt their palm rest on his own chest, he welcomed the warmth that came with it; for Apex had realized something important, something that had eluded him until then: as the top god, or at least the future top god, he could do whatever he wanted and no one could tell him otherwise. It might be considered polite to abide by traditions, but the security of his position was only assured by his own actions; as long as he kept himself on the throne, then no one could take it from him. And while others might take this realization and warp it to suit their selfish needs, the Mewtwo instead recognized it as the opportunity that it was: an opening, a means for him to not only better himself, but to ascend his lover along with him. Didn’t take a lot of effort to make Roy grow either; as soon as that last mental barrier was down, Apex didn’t think twice before surging with power before transferring all of it to his beloved, leaving them as big compared to his new size as they had been to his old body before the growth began. Control, from that point forward, became a myth; when the pleasure high kicked into gear, when the raw carnal bliss came through in earnest, no one in that room had the ability to say no when offered more power, and with a direct tunnel to the divine realm, all they had to do was ask, and they would receive. The house crumbled around them, the building after that, the streets sinking underneath their mounting weight. City blocks vanished beneath their bulking bodies, sirens blaring in the distance before being silenced once either the Mewtwo or the Obstagoon became big enough to flatten the building they were mounted on. Amidst it all, Apex knew that he was supposed to put an end to it; the plan had only been to reveal his divine nature, with everything else having been an unfortunate detour that he knew, deep down, would have to end at some point… but would do so on his terms. He intended to ascend the Obstagoon, after all, and that meant that the best way of dotting the is was to just bring the two of them back home, by forcefully ejecting himself and Roy from their mortal containers and bringing their soul selves up to the realm of the gods. It was quite a bit easier than he expected as well; rather than a struggle against forces that bound him, Apex instead found no shackles holding him back, only then realizing that the only ones that had been there were purely those of his own making. It was his decision, ultimately, to become that which he was fated to be, and if he hadn’t up until then, it was because he chose to hold back. Now though? Now he was back home where he deserved to be, where he belonged, along with his beloved Roy… who was nowhere to be found.
That is, until the Mewtwo tried to find them. The initial impact was impossible to believe, since clearly he was the god there, not the Obstagoon; for what he felt to be true, a great number of things had to be false, so many that his entire perspective on what reality was had to be overturned and reevaluated. Yet, the longer Apex tried to sense Roy’s presence, the more that looming, multiverse-spanning shadow became familiar, the more that entity taking up about half of the total mass of existence grew familiar; it surely couldn’t be that an ascended Roy, a divine Roy, would turn out to be more powerful and titanic that the entire pantheon put together… but, at the same time, it was absolutely in character for him to do just that.
He was, after all, always the biggest of the two. So why should that change?
