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The Shoot Is On - Part 8 (Commission for VDO)
🕑 Added 2021-04-26 14:00:19 +0000 UTCTAGS: Pokémon, Hyper/Mega Hyper, Macro/Mega Macro/Planet Macro/Universe Macro, Growth/Expansion, Milk/Lactation, Ascension/Goddess
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Existence became something to be lived in the moment, and this moment was stretched to infinity as Vivian made sure that all the living souls that used to reside within the past, present and future of her old universe were given everything they could ever want, regardless of what this might be. Everything, from a life dedicated to the simplest, purest pursuit of carnal pleasure to an existence wholly focused on intellectual pursuits and the ascension of one’s self to ever-higher levels of divinity, everything was catered to in some way, shape or form; it was her prerogative to give everyone their personal paradise, no matter how contradictory they might be with others, and thus a golden age began in the great nothingness beyond stars. The Delphox could no longer even see the many realities she held safely within her bosom; her growth had reached such an elevated rate that all she could do was somewhat make out the shape of the multiverse as it existed in a state of constant flux, hoping that maybe her very presence would be enough to elevate as she did the dimension she once came from. Violet and Fenrir used to be by her side as well, but… not anymore. She had outgrown them, become something too great for even their hyper-divine selves to withstand; the departure was slow, gradual and excruciating, as the three of them had a wedge driven between them as Vivian phased out of the other two’s sight, her form of being too advanced for them to perceive. The other Delphox and her newest yeen partner thus decided to dedicate their lives to tending to the little ones beneath them, hoping to give them the sort of endless bliss that Vivian had once hoped for, while the ultra-goddess herself just… remained there, floating in the interstitial nothing of multiversal meta-reality, staring ahead at the entirety of creation and wondering to herself if she should feel as lonely as she did. She had literally everything and everyone that could, would and did exist somewhere on her body (mostly bosom, to be fair), and yet there was no one there that she could interact with. The entirety of all collected possibilities was right there at her beck and call, but she couldn’t tap into it; even creating an avatar no longer worked, for even the smallest one she could make still massively outsized everything else put together, being even bigger than she herself had been immediately post-ascension. So she… floated there, in the non-existence of non-reality, slowly drifting into an endless state of semi-consciousness as she waited for something, anything to disturb her peace.
When it did, it wasn’t from beyond, like part of her had hoped it would. Despite being the greatest, most powerful being that ever could exist, Vivian hoped that there might be something out there, that she might one day wake up and realize that everything that had happened so far had done so within a single marble in some sort of ultra-cosmic constellation of hyper-realities that she, as the undisputed ruler of her own, would be granted access to. Instead, the disturbance that brought her back to full consciousness came from within her own bosom, somewhere around where the collective meta-multiversal structure had most of its mass; there was still some of it spread across her, and as this “presence”, for that’s what she chose to interpret it as, made itself more known to her, these stragglers, these strands of being so disconnected from the main body began to link back to it, creating a lattice that seemed to hold her form in a way reminiscent of… a hug? It was clearly just her imagination, it had to be, and yet she absolutely felt as if she were being embraced by something, despite there not being anyone there that could do such a thing. No one, of course, but the entirety of existence itself.
It took a while before her mind made the connections required, and even then the creature, the thing, the entity that was all things managed to “speak” its first few words before the pieces fell together and the puzzle was constructed. They were not words, for sound could not travel where there was no air; they weren’t thoughts, for this singular multiplicity didn’t have a brain, so to speak, nor were they anything that Vivian could recognize as… well, anything at all. They were at once concepts and understandings, the very knowledge of what information was, put together in ways that could vaguely resemble a mode of communication, transmitted and exchanged freely between the two in ways that defied even the Delphox’s ability to comprehend it. But as she looked down and gazed upon an entity that was many, a many that was one, two eyes blooming unto countless undecillions of stars and back again, Vivian knew what it was she was looking at: the very metaverse itself.
Planets and stars formed stellar systems, systems and nebulae, along with a few other structures, made up galaxies. Galaxies joined into clusters, then superclusters, combining together with dark matter strands to create the very substrate upon which universes were constructed; put a bunch of those together to create their own megaclusters and then entire infinite multiverses, then finally take the full collective of all possibilities, all dice rolls, all quantum probabilities, every single instance of anything that could, would and should happen, and one had the sum total of everything, the totality of existence. As Vivian considered this, the Totality introduced themselves as such, as far as they could, struggling for a moment with how to refer to its own existence as it did not know what it even was; they recounted their awakening, how it was not alive nor dead, not existing nor not-existing, being merely the collective of everything that could be made manifest. They were not real, in the sense that they had not been with purpose until Vivian stepped forward to destroy that moon, what felt like a million infinities past; only then, once the Delphox ascended from her station and broke free from the bounds of a mortal existence, breaching through the egg that was her universe and becoming something greater than anything had ever been, only then did the Totality wake up and become conscious. It, they, us, them, we, ourselves; everything looked back at Vivian, upon her magnificence, and in that one instant, became smitten.
But how could we, they, us, have expressed this? Vivian was a being, an entity, a singular mind that existed within a singular body, not a multiplicity; how could she ever come to know what existence itself, at its most fundamental level, thought of her? The answer was hard to come by, and indeed this is why it only made itself known so far past the point where everything ceased mattering, but from the moment that the Delphox ascended to the point in time where she felt all that ever was begin to hug her like a tender lover, this Totality had been hard at work mimicking her very form. It was hard work, considering most of its composition was empty space and the conceptual links binding everything together, doubly so considering that they were a not-entity still ruled by its own rules, rather than someone like Vivian, who decided what regulations she should follow. She, the ultra-goddess, could simply outgrow everything without even trying, but it, the total sum of all things, could not; it could try, and they really, really did, but ultimately this manifestation of itself as a desperately clinging-onto semi-body that just barely managed to maintain its own half-solidity, this was the best that could be done.
To say that Vivian was flattered would be to do a disservice to the torrent of feelings that poured through her in that moment. She understood how someone might become infatuated with her, but to have the collective gestalt meta-consciousness of all things admit to her that it tried to mimic her form because it was so in love with her? To have final, utmost confirmation that her first attempt at a random smut film had been something so unbelievably powerful that it not only allowed her to transcend all bounds but also succeeded in awakening the very fabric of existence such that it could see her, and only her, as an ideal partner, a goal to be achieved perhaps, someone worthy of worship even. Well, her cheeks were certainly quite red, if such a colour could exist in the state that she was in, and her body was absolutely liking this newfound sense of… arousal? It almost felt dangerous to suggest that she might be getting horny, because that would imply that all those times she climaxed before had been nothing more than preludes, small indicators of what her true potential was hypothetically like; it didn’t help that her formulating this thought only aggravated this new sensation she was experiencing, nor that the heat she felt rising inside of her began to spread to other, more sensitive areas in a way that was highly reminiscent of her getting more horned-up and needing to vent… but she had vented, hadn’t she? All those times between shoots, where she had spent countless aeons enjoying herself in the only way a goddess could, even the millenia that she managed to squeeze out of her time with Violet and Fenrir, those had been her reaching sexual climax… right?
This was not a question she had been meaning to ask herself, but the more she comprehended the not-words spoken-thought to her by the Totality, the more Vivian was forced to come to terms with the idea that she might’ve actually been holding back this entire time; perhaps out of a sense of obligation, knowing that a proper orgasm would be so devastating to everything that existed that it would be downright irresponsible of her to go through with it, or maybe she just didn’t know better and assumed the centuries-long, mind-wracking pleasure spikes she underwent were climaxes in their own right. But if the latter was true, then surely she could do better now, and if the former were true… then why should she have to worry about it, now that she received confirmation that the very thing she once thought to protect from herself was now telling her, in that odd not-mental way that they communicated conceptually, that she should keep going, that she should never hold back, and that it was precisely that unbound moment of utmost rapturous joy that had made the Totality fall in love with her in the first place. To deny herself was tantamount to heresy, to stop her body from achieving all that it could was nothing short of outright lunacy, especially now that there was nothing out there for her to hurt or damage; the metaverse was hugging her, holding close to her body, far away from the dangers of her cock, stretching out into the distance to the point where even Vivian couldn’t make out the tip, or her vision-blotting tits, or the endless gushing down below. Reality, all that ever was and could be, was safe in her embrace, and nothing she could do would ever hurt it or the many little ones that resided inside of it.
And thus, she understood. In a final moment of clarity, the truth of the matter was revealed to her, and in that instant, she was finally at peace. There would be no more low-key stress or anxiety, no more unconscious knowledge that something was off, no more wondering or lusting for something greater; she was the goddess, the undisputed lifegiver of all of creation. Space, time, probability? None of those mattered. Only they mattered, the Totality of All Things, hugging her, practically begging her to let go, to let loose, to release, to experience a true climax for once in her long life. So she would.
Everlasting.
