The Shoot Is On - Part 2 (Commission for VDO)

TAGS: Pokémon, Hyper/Mega Hyper, Macro/Mega Macro/Planet Macro/Universe Macro, Growth/Expansion, Milk/Lactation, Ascension/Goddess

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As the memories came rushing in, so too did Vivian’s awareness of her own self, the new body that her ascension had created in order to house her infinite magnificence… though, “body” might not exactly be the best descriptor for it. She certainly looked the way she did before, albeit with far exaggerated characteristics; her species’ traits were on full display, the fur patterns were pretty standard, even her paws were exactly the way they were supposed to be. In fact, at first glance, one might be forgiven for thinking they were just a really, really big Delphox, but in truth, she had no real body to herself; or rather, the thing that she had wasn’t a physical form so much as a metaphysical manifestation of her willpower, imposed upon the substrate of super-reality in a way that would make sense to her. She was, after all, new to this whole goddess business, at least when she wasn’t fully aware of the fact that she’d obviously always existed, so it was likely she’d end up shedding her form into something a bit more transcendent… eventually. For the time being, this more comprehensible shell around her true self would have to do, especially when she realized just how much of existence was being held together as a consequence of said shell existing.

It took a while before she tuned in to the lower realities, given that her sense of self operated on a scale so vast that it was difficult to even conceptualize anything that didn’t have to be measured in the lengths of multiversal clusters. An initial scan of her avatar revealed that its proportions were suitably exaggerated beyond the realm of what could even be considered possible: first off, her tail expanded with so much fluff that it just ceased being after a certain point, melting away to become the very background upon which all of everything was kept safe and warm; this went magnificently with the way that her ass had billowed outwards to effectively become all of the not-space “behind” her, making it difficult to tell just what was her body and what was not. The exact same happened out in front, with her tits being little more than a wall of pure softness that she could lean onto and use for comfort, though not without potentially endangering all the little ones living on it; though initially surprising, a few moments of thought were all she needed to come to the conclusion that yes, it did make perfect sense for all things that were, had been and ever would be to come to reside within her bosom. It was poetic, in a way that she very rarely got to think about, and it was probably the way her godlike mind came up with so that she could pay attention to everything that was now hers to look after, as the top goddess to end all other divinities; at the end of the day, if the entirety of existence had been placed upon her butt, she’d constantly have to look back to check in on it, and that’d just be a mess.

No, it made perfect sense for her to look into her bust and see every single instance of reality, every bubble that made up every universe, collecting together into vast structures marking a single multiverse, each of which would then find another one to link up to. Vivian could tell where these links were made, strands that to her looked small, but which in reality would be enough to siphon entire cosmos’ worth of matter without much difficulty; perhaps, in time, one civilization among all others would figure out a way to travel using those links, and then maybe they would fully understand what kind of existence it was they lived in. For the foreseeable future though, this wonderfully beautiful lattice was Vivian’s and only Vivian’s to appreciate… though it did remind her of something that had slipped her mind up until then: her own universe.

It was hard to spot in between all the others, and at times during her search the Delphox considered putting her fingers in there and carefully nudging all those other existences out of the way, this before coming to the conclusion that doing so might prove disastrous for whoever lived there; she didn’t trust herself enough to enact any large-scale change to the very fabric of meta-existence (yet), so it fell on her observation skills to pick out her former home from amidst a collection of possibly literally countless iterations of the same universal formula. The twinkling lights, for that was all that they were to her at her size, all mixed together in a twinkling display that at times made it difficult to even see her bust at all; it would occasionally fade out of existence just enough for her to become one with everything, and where just before had been a well-defined, semi-physical pair of breasts would then be a vast, empty nothingness serving as the cradle for everything that was and would be. It would turn back around eventually though, and Vivian would then have to work extra hard to keep her mind on track, it being difficult to focus when one’s brain wasn’t really in a state of physicality and one’s soul kept trying to push through to proper formless divinity; but the Delphox had something to do, and this one certainty was enough to help her push through, even if she had to stop for what felt like aeons at a time just to catch her breath… or whatever counted as that for her avatar.

She would, eventually, run into it: her home reality, or at the very least what remained of it. With equal parts terror and dismay, Vivian realized that her ascension had left her home dimension just the slightest bit broken and bent out of shape; it wasn’t completely destroyed, but the spatio-temporal distortions running rampant through it all-but guaranteed that anyone stuck living inside of it was not having a good time. What was worse, the more she looked, the more her attention revealed to her something ghastly: that particular universe was stuck in a loop. It would seem that her using it as a proverbial egg had effectively left that little bubble without a reason to exist beyond the moment of her transcendent second birth, so whenever its history reached the point where she broke free from its bounds, it would retract to its own beginning and play itself out, again and again, for all of eternity if nothing was done about it. Vivian was on the verge of tears as she thought about all the lives she had accidentally ruined, all stuck in an endless cycle that they were unable to break free from, a cycle which she could only hope they weren’t aware of. But, just as she was about to start wiping her eyes, she realized something, something so basic that the Delphox felt like slapping herself on the back of the head for having failed to see it until just then: she was a goddess.

It felt like such a simple statement, and yet the true meaning and consequence of it hadn’t dawned on her until that exact moment. She was a goddess, the goddess, a creature of such impossibly vast magnificence that to even attempt to understand her would be folly; her being was of such a scale that to comprehend it would require several degrees of divinity itself, her power unmatched, her will the very substrate upon which the interstitial not-being that served as a medium for the things that were resided. If that sparkling, endless collection of lights was the garden of life, she was the planet upon which the garden was located, and that meant she had access to a certain few perks, such as the ability to simply reform realities if she so desired. It wasn’t something she wanted to do, because if nothing else, Vivian at least respected the independent and free will of those littles one inhabiting the many universes she cared for; but, the more she looked at her old home, the more she came to understand how broken it truly was, the more she realized it had to be done.

Thankfully, it wasn’t exactly hard for her to reform existence in accordance with her desires and whims; in fact, it was quite literally as simple as her tuning into one of these realities and merely remembering how things had been, tapping into the existing history of that particular universe and giving it a good reboot as it played through her head and she got rid of all the bits that didn’t help anyone. Now, she didn’t really intend for any changes to take place; after all, the whole point of resetting her old home dimension was for Vivian to make sure that the ones still living within it, her mom included, would be able to keep living their lives past the point where she ascended to the halls of divinity. She’d come up with a way to visit them later, after things were fixed and she didn’t have to worry about things going to hell just by her paying closer attention than usual, but for the time being, the plan was to just put things back where they belonged and see where they went from there.

Was, because it no longer applied. While little more than an inclination at first, the inkling of a fragment of an idea, this nebulous core began to ferment and solidify as the Delphox waited for her home universe to go through a full cycle so she could catch it as just the right moment. It was a tiny voice in the back of her voice, eventually metastasizing into a whole chorus, expressing to her a need that Vivian wasn’t even aware she had: the need to put herself into the story. In truth, some part of her regretted having ascended as quickly as she had; not because it was bad, per se, but mostly due to it having taken place so unexpectedly that the rest of her universe didn’t get to go through it like she did. Hell, Vivian herself barely remembered the details of that infinitely-stretched moment, let alone others who weren’t as blessed and empowered as her; therefore, as she waited for history to repeat itself for just long enough that she could start rewriting it properly, the idea formed fully in her head: what if, instead of simply putting things back the way they were before, then worrying about how to insert herself into the story later, she just… placed herself in the narrative beforehand? It’d made for a perfect testing ground for later fun romps, plus she could always go back and fix things if they went out of control; besides, it would fix the main issue, which was that she never actually finished a shoot to begin with! It sounded so silly to worry about that of all things, but there was still a fragment of her that really, truly wanted to go through an entire film shoot just like she’d promised her mother she would, and if this was a way for her to do that, then Vivian was going to hold onto that opportunity like her life depended on it.

With a smile, Vivian snatched her home dimension from her bosom at just the right time, exactly at the point of her ascension; this way, she could ensure she had the entirety of its history to play around with, to insert herself in just the right moments that she could spread the glory and pleasure of her divine self with all those that now lived under her care. Closing her eyes, the Delphox began to divest herself from her avatar, allowing her true self to seep into that one tiny, glinting firefly-like pinprick of light.

They would soon know her for what she was. And they would rejoice.