A Mew’s Fascination - Betrayal

Venus had her paws hooked around her girlfriend's thighs, muzzle buried under the buizel's adorable tails as to lavish both of her holes with loving licks and eager kisses. It gave her great pleasure to watch Lily arch her back and flex her toes under the unrelenting assault, a sight that hadn't lost its luster even after two years of increasingly lustful engagements. Entwined on the warm sands of one of the many beaches close to their home, it was a seemingly interchangeable and yet perfect spot for the two buizels to celebrate their anniversary, as it was the very one they had spent their first night together. And for today, she had fully tapped into her deep well of experience, to make her prostrating girlfriend sing even louder and lewder than ever, to make this a celebration she would never forget.

Deciding to spice things up a little, Venus stopped alternating between those lovely buizel holes to focus exclusively on her tight, puckered anus. She adored how it twitched and fluttered against her tongue with every lick, needy vulva as wet as the rushing waves of the nearby sea. Lily lifted her butt, her already most undignified pose becoming even more silly, tails hiked as she whimpered like a houndoom in heat.

“Stop teasing!” Lily whined, displeasure thick in her voice from the lack of stimulation where she obviously wanted it most. She pushed her butt into Venus’ muzzle, humping weakly. All she accomplished was further pushing her anus against Venus’ lashing tongue. “Gosh, I love it when you lick me there, but I need more than that! I need release!”

Venus giggled at her lover’s impatience. But she couldn’t blame her; squeezing her own thighs together generated a distinctive squish. She very much related to Lily’s need. Her desperation was like music to her ears. It always got her nice and slick, her belly burning hot with fiery desire. Hearing her partners begging for completion, demanding she finish them off, nothing else could compete. It showed she was doing everything correctly, edging them just enough to make them crazy with lust, but not enough to make them explode without that extra, final push. 

Eventually, Venus decided it was time to reward Lily’s patience. She scrutinized Lily’s needy backside, slick from all the licking. Her anus in particular was soaked from all the licking, but her pussy, while also slick from Venus’ saliva, was mostly all Lily. Her own natural lubrication made quite the mess, expected from a water type. Her swollen folds swelled pink at the edges, another clear sign of how aroused the poor buizel was. 

Venus knew it wouldn’t take much to get her to cum. Perhaps a gentle touch would do?

Lily whined even needier when she started the next phase of the oral session by nibbling on her left-most labia, very purposefully neglecting the throbbing part she so dearly wanted her focus to be on. Safely hidden away inside her folds, tucked neatly inside its very own sheath, Lily’s clit begged for attention. She didn’t have to be psychic to figure that out. Sadly for Lily, that was something Venus didn’t intend to satisfy. At least, not as of yet. She wanted to tease the buizel for a little longer. Just a smidgen.

“Please!” came more of Lily’s adorable begging. “J-just one lick there!” Venus switched over to her rightmost-most labia, giggling as Lily groaned in frustration. “Ugh, you’re so meeeean! Do I have to beg? Just lick my cl—ooooh! Yes! Righ there! Hnnnn!”

She grinned at what a single brush against that bundle of nerves had done to Lily. Finally deeming Lily's clit worthy of attention, she had turned her partner into a babbling mess of a buizel. A flick there, a slurp here, it wasn’t very hard to get Lily gasping into the sand once she’d squirmed her tongue inside and found that little pleasure button of hers. Its location was subtly different between pokemon species. It was near the surface for most, accessed via a cute little hood, or hidden even deeper until it was ready to unfold outwards to say hi, such as in rapidash and zebstrika. For others, it was buried deep within their folds, needing some convincing to swell out and have some fun. Even more exotic pokemon had large and dangly clits, more like cocks than anything: now those were fun to play with.

Buizel had it simple, though. They had cute, squeezable labial lips, with a tiny clit hidden outside the forward walls of a snug and breedable vagina. While usually deep enough to be hidden much of the time, Lily’s clit throbbed against her tongue, the buizel making all sorts of adorable noises as muscles tensed, her pussy tightened, and her anus puckered in preparation for an intense climax. She could sense it: all it would take would be one more flick, her soft, warm tongue stimulating all those sensitive nerves.

Flick.

Lily unraveled. The buizel cried out, “Cumming!”, and Venus sensed her mind going blank as brilliant pleasure bloomed in time with each rapid squeeze-unsqueeze of her loins. Her clit jerked against her tongue, anus burst into rhythmic contractions, and a small squirt of fluids hit her in the face that she licked up without hesitation. Lily never was much of a squirter, despite her insistent arousal, and not even edging her on the brink of orgasm for nearly ten minutes seemed to change that. 

Lily’s orgasm lasted a while. By the end of it, she was breathing heavily, fur glossy with moisture, smelling of sex and sweat. Her tails twitched, her anus greeting her with the occasional flex as the aftershocks ran their course. “Wow…”

“Wow is right,” she declared smugly, wiping her muzzle with a paw. “See? Didn’t I tell you edging was fun?”

Giggling, Lily pushed her with a hind leg, “Shuddup.”

“Mhm, no. Because now it’s my turn.” Venus shoved Lily onto her back, who emitted the most precious of squeaks. Her cheeks were flushed as she loomed over the other buizel and climbed on top of her, lining up her needy pussy with Lily’s satisfied one. Though that didn’t stop Lily’s clear lust from making her eyes droopy. “Get ready, because I’m going to breed you so hard that you’re going to have an out-of-body experience!”

Lily looked up with equal hunger in her deep brown eyes. “You know exactly how to rile me up,” she said, curling her tails around Venus’ to tug her closer. A tingle went down her spine as their pussies squished together, producing a soft squelch. “And here I thought our first anniversary was sexy. Oh, Sauna, I love you so much!”

Venus held back a flinch. Why had she come up with that stupid name? It always hurt to hear someone else’s name come out of any lover’s mouths, but that was the price she paid for her deception, to live a normal life of a buizel, to be seen—not as a goddess, but as an equal among mortals.

It was the price she paid for being a mew in disguise.

Venus leaned in and kissed Lily to banish the guilt clawing its way into her breast. She inhaled deeply through her nose, drinking in Lily’s familiar scent, allowing it to wash over her. Fishy and musky and very female, like the ocean but with more sweat and sex—a product of their recent entanglement. She melted into the kiss as she embraced Lily, enjoying her soft fur pressed against her own. It wasn’t too unlike her real body’s pink coat, but it was denser, more specialized for an aquatic environment. 

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, she repeated, ”I love you too, Lily.” 

She hugged Lily close, buried her muzzle into the soft crook of her neck, and started making love to her. Their slippery folds proved near-frictionless sliding and grinding together, leading to what Venus loved most about sharing intimacy with another female. There was just something special about knowing she was feeling exactly how she felt, experiencing the same slippery heat as her, squishing parts together that were not meant to be together. She loved the irony of it, of how something not meant to be felt so unbelievably amazing. 

But that wasn’t the only irony in their relationship. Venus was old, so much older than her sweet, young Lily. So much older than most. Staying with these mortals, watching them bloom into themselves, while she remained stagnant as they faltered and wilted. Being forced to move on once they passed. That was her life. That was her experience. Outside, she was smiling at Lily, but inside her was a void threatening to consume everything that she held dear. 

Lily would be the same as all the others. She would age, grow old and weak, and then she would die. Dozens of generations, hundreds of lives shining like brilliant stars, thousands of experiences that should never have ended. Her expression faltered. She was tired. So, so very tired. She needed something new in her life, something other than watching her lovers race by and wither away into dust.

What terrified her was she knew exactly what she craved. 

Venus gazed into Lily’s eyes as they made love. A light shone in those pretty brown eyes, bright and so full of life. A light that would slowly crumble, before dissolving into nothingness. Just like everyone else in her life. What it would be like to watch that light wink out early, she wondered, to continue to mate with her mortal lover as she slowly faded away into nothing. To have some control over her lover’s existence. To take them when she wanted to take them, not on Dialga’s whims. 

She wanted to say her good nature was what stopped her from committing to this horrible, despicable fantasy. That she was a good person, a good pokemon. A good Mew. This was false. She wasn’t good. She wasn’t moral. She was scared. Scared of knowing what she was capable of, scared of the knowledge that she’d be unable to stop once she began; scared of becoming the twisted creature that, deep down, she knew she was.

Venus blinked rapidly, and repeated in her mind how much she loved Lily, how special Lily was to her, how cute and funny and sweet. She had to banish these thoughts, these unwelcome, terrible thoughts. She was making love to her girlfriend, why did they have to invade her mind now? She cursed how corrosive these inclinations were, how easy it was to spiral into such dark, twisted fantasies. She’d managed to resist them through the centuries, but now they crawled through her like a parasite, wiggling their way into her thoughts and arousal until she couldn’t think of anything else. 

She humped Lily with increased fervor, growling into her neck as she imagined the light fading from her eyes, biting a little harder than normal as she pressed firmly against the other female, intending to spill her seed deep inside and breed this young and fertile buizel despite lacking the proper equipment for it.

Lily was close, so she stopped nibbling on her neck to stare into her eyes again, intending to witness the moment Lily entered nirvana. 

But as Lily’s impending climax neared, she found her mind drifting again. She considered how easy it would be. All it would take was a square psychic barrier, atom-thin, teleported along her belly. It would be so quick, so clean, that her body might not even realize what happened for a few seconds. The energy expenditure would be enormous for most pokemon, the focus and skill equally out of their reach. They’d likely go for something more manageable, like a thick and sloppy blade, something blunt and inefficient. But for one such as her who had centuries of experience, it would be trivial. 

The thought wouldn’t leave. It attached to her like a tick, gorging itself on her inhibitions and growing fat and bloated with terrible inclinations and even more terrible ambitions. There was this deep arousal and even deeper curiosity that she couldn’t shake. Why shouldn’t she do it? Who could even stop her if she did do it? Lily was a wonderful, sweet buizel, someone she could see herself being with for the next few decades. But then she would die, they all did. Lover after lover, mate after mate, fling after fling. They all blurred together in the end. One long, unbroken chain of sex and romance, numerous faces blurring into a conglomerate of passion. 

They did nothing for her anymore. But this could be new. Lily could be something. Her first time, their first time. Together.

"I'm close!" Lily squeaked, her eyes big and her smile even bigger. "I love you so much, cum with me!"

“I love you, too,” Venus breathed as Lily began to quake with her second orgasm of their anniversary, the life in her soul shining bright. The trust in the buizel’s expression made her gut clench. The love she felt was overwhelming. Yes, this was it. This was the moment.

Venus brought forth her power. An instant, a flash of blinding pink, that was all it took to change both their lives forever. Lily’s brow furrowed, as though confused why she suddenly couldn’t feel her orgasm anymore. She seemed more confused than anything else. 

That was, until the pain struck. Lily opened her mouth to scream, but all her efforts produced were crimson bubbles. She tried pulling away, to escape the agony, except she couldn’t move her legs. Without a connection to her brain, her lower half had devolved into chaos; nerves firing off without without any rhyme or reason, acting just as confused as Lily herself was.

Venus was fascinated by the little mental cogs spinning away in that smart noggin of hers. Usually, she’d give Lily privacy, keep out of her mind. But she couldn’t resist, and she quickly learned that Lily couldn’t figure it out. She didn’t know it was her lover who did this to her. In fact, she was screaming with both her eyes and her mind for Venus to help her, begging to be saved. If she weren’t in so much pain, Lily probably could have realized it out Venus had done it, but trying to process what her supposed lover had just done was nearly impossible for the poor buizlel. 

Venus could relate: she couldn’t believe she had done it either. 

She smiled encouragingly at the dying buizel, telling Lily without words that she was okay, that this was the plan, never ceasing her thrusts even as her lover ceased her own. Not that Lily could have humped back with a bisected spine. Tears streamed down Lily’s cheeks, and more crimson bubbled out from her muzzle as she tried to speak. She was drowning in her own blood. 

Until now, Lily hadn’t noticed how severe her injuries were, but Venus followed her gaze as she looked down, and the shock in the buizel’s eyes as she saw her sliced abdomen was priceless. There wasn’t as much blood soaking her fur as Venus expected, all things considered, but internally was a different story. She must have accidentally nicked the buizel’s lungs, her chin from all the blood she was coughing up. 

“Oops.” Venus sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. “I didn’t mean to slice into your lungs. This must be super painful, huh?” Lily tried to say something, but it came out as a gurgle. “I know, I know, it's not fair. But you're my first! Isn’t that exciting? I can be completely honest with you! Open about who I am, what I am, and why I’m doing this. The first lover I killed… Mhm, just the thought of it… I’m close...”

As tempted as she was to stay in Lily’s mind to witness her final moments, Venus pulled back. Lily loved her. Truly loved her. Had loved her, at least. Venus was many things, someone who handled rejection well wasn't one of them, and she could sense Lily’s thoughts turning against her. This way she could pretend Lily still loved her. Still wanted to be with her. The perfect mate, even in death. 

Her vision swam as the pleasure reached its peak. She held perfectly still as her climax crashed through her, holding her twitching pussy against Lily’s still-twitching flesh, though she wasn’t sure if her orgasm was still going, or if the bisected buizel’s bottom half was simply going through random muscle spasms. It was extremely sexy either way, and Venus moaned through the best orgasm she’d experienced in centuries. 

Halfway through her climax, heat spilled over her sex, and Venus lazily looked down. She blinked. Lily was peeing on her crotch! A slow, gentle trickle, but a trickle nonetheless. Her muscle movements had ceased, was this the result? Did pokemon piss themselves when they died? 

Venus looked into Lily's half-lidded eyes, giggling at her expression: ears twitching and mouth gaping open and closed like a magikarp out of water! “Naughty girl! I didn’t know you were into pee play! Hmm, you know what, I’m feeling generous. I’m going to numb the pain, ‘kay? I really do love you. Please don’t forget that.”

Is she baring her teeth? No, that must be my imagination. Lily is too sweet to bare her teeth at anyone. 

Her eyes flashed pink. Lily shuddered as her nerves were numbed, then slumped with obvious relief, letting out a gurgled sob. Venus even teleported some of the blood out of her lungs and manually used telekinesis (because her diaphragm was diagone) so she could take a couple, gasping breaths before choking again. “There!” Venus happily chirped. “How’s that feel? Better?” Lily responded with another gurgle. “Oops. Right. Oh! Do you want to see your bottom half? Let me burn the blood vessels real quick so you don't bleed out too quickly, and I’ll give you a peek!”

She did just that, stepping off of Lily, the sand stained almost black, and used her buizel paws to drag Lily’s lower half away. They split easily, the cut clean and— 

Lily’s intestines spilled out onto the bloodstained sand. Venus gagged as the smell struck her like a body slam. Wrinkling her muzzle, she created a pink bubble around her head to block the scent. “I didn’t expect you to smell this bad. Must have cut into your stomach. Yuck. Messy girl!” 

Lily’s looked with wide eyes as she stared at her severed lower half. Her pupils trembled, as though she'd just now realized how bad it really was. That she wasn’t going to make it. That she was already dead. She’d lost quite a bit of blood, too, making her look pale, woozy. As if she were going to puke… if she still had a stomach. Said stomach was severed at the very top, leaking half-digested fish and other contents into her body cavity. Venus swiftly teleported any unfortunate remains away into the ocean somewhere, leaving her stomach clean as could be. Thinking quickly, she did the same for the rest of her digestive system. She’d already pissed herself: she didn’t want that to escalate into something worse. 

“There we go. Nice and empty for me to play with!" Feeling sly, Venus reached down and groped Lily’s crotch, rubbing gently against her squishy sex. It didn’t respond to her touch anymore. “Mhm. Shame you can’t feel this. You’re so wet! Here, look.” 

She lifted Lily's lower half in her paws, kept the rest of organs from spilling out by using telekinesis, and turned it around so her ass was right up in her face, showing Lily her soaked vulva and relaxed anus. Venus imagined it must be weird looking at your pussy when it wasn't connected to your brain anymore. Could it even be called hers now, disconnected as it was? She wasn't sure, but it was a wonderful thought to ponder.

Placing a paw against the homeless vulva, she spread it in full view of its previous owner. From the way Lily scrunched up her face, she didn't appreciate the gesture. "Aw, don't be like that. You have such a pretty slit. I almost regret tearing you two apart." She snorted at her own joke. It had been terrible, but that only made it funnier. "Hey, why don't I bring you two back together?"

With a swift telekinetic surge, she forced Lily's muzzle into her own crotch, her relaxed, wet folds providing little resistance. Blood dribbled down her slit, likely from her mouth. The buizel looked like she wanted to resist, but she was too weak. The blood loss had made her eyes droopy and posture slumped. “Lick,” she demanded, but Lily didn’t react, her eyes barely staring open. 

Venus, realizing she wasn’t going to have her fun, dropped Lily’s rear end into the sand and decided on another approach. 

"Oh, look, the sun is setting! Wanna watch it set as you go?” Surprisingly, Lily had the strength to nod, her facial fur stained with tears. Lily had always loved the sunset. Something about that made her chest hurt. “Aww, okay! I can’t say no to you.” Leaving her lower half off to the side, Venus snuggled up with Lily, turning her chin so that she faced the brilliant oranges and reds stretching far past the ocean waves. 

Lily started trembling worse than before. But her gaze remained fixed on the sunset, watching the colors, longing to reach out and embrace the warmth she would never feel again. Venus almost wished she could swim one last time with her. Swimming with her had always been…

Venus blinked, her vision suddenly blurry. Her chest grew tighter, and she didn’t understand why.

Lily finally began to shut her eyes, shuddering gently. Lily’s heartbeat was fading. Rapidly. Already weak from the blood loss, it wouldn’t be long before she lost consciousness, then eventually shut down. Venus had mixed feelings about that. While she wanted to be with Lily for as long as possible before the end, the temptation to let her go early was increasingly tempting. It was hard seeing Lily so weak. Her pain was gone, but her emotional suffering remained. 

An ugly feeling found its way to her gut. Like a hideous monster, it tore through her insides and latched onto her heart, squeezing tight. Wasn’t this what she wanted? Wasn’t this her dream? She frowned as doubt creeped its tendrils into her mind. She looked at Lily, colorless, barely aware. Then, against the wishes of her anxiety, Venus delved into her dying mate’s mind.

Betrayal. Hurt. Loss. Confusion. But there wasn’t hate. Not even while knowing it was her, Venus, who did this. The monster’s tendrils squeezed tighter as she realized just how wonderful Lily was, how perfect, Venus feeling increasingly faint as she continued to read her lover like a book. A phrase kept repeating. Like a mantra. Quieter and quieter, growing fainter as her brain shut down, but to Venus it was clear as could be: I thought she loved me? Wasn’t I good enough?

Venus pulled out of Lily’s mind, gasping. Clarity washed over her like a waterfall of ice. All the emotions she had been suppressing, all the feelings and doubts, they hit her all at once. It had been a dream before, her thoughts diluted as arousal took over all rationale. But now she couldn’t deny the finality of her actions.

“Lily?” Venus whispered, scooting forward to better look into Lily’s vacant eyes. The buizel remained still, staring at the sunset. Her thoughts were slow, scattered, nothing like how her Lily should be. “I… Lily, I— I didn’t mean— Lily?”

The buizel’s eyes finally glazed over, glossy and empty, and something in Venus shattered like glass. She stared at the motionless upper half of Lily in disbelief. It didn’t feel real. It couldn't be real. Lily had trusted her. Lily had given her soul to her. Lily had loved her.

And Venus had slaughtered her.

She stumbled away from Lily and fell over onto the blood-stained sand. Vision blurring with unshed tears and unable to cope with the hollow pit growing in her stomach, Venus burned away her disguise and vanished in a pink flash, leaving the bisected corpse to rot under the setting sun.