A faint breeze fluttered through the town, situated on the coastline. Midnight had just struck, the moon was high, and all of the small town had gone to sleep. Windows were open to accept the cool breeze of a balmy night, blissfully asleep at this time. Clouds dotted the sky, but something darker floated on by, and through a nearby window, silently floating above the floor as it observed a single sleeping figure.

A faint glow appeared in it's hand, gently glowing just enough for it to see. Mewtwo stood there, as his hand extended out, the glow covering a lone Glaceon, the ice eevee sleeping very soundly. Her middle was round and distended, obviously due soon with a litter of pups. His hand got closer and closer, the glow moving off of his hand and floated to her middle, his power coating the round orb, as he slowly pushed his fingers in and around. She began to gently murr out, as Mewtwo's psychic power massaged the orb gently, drawing a few kicks.

He tilted his head a little, showing a small smile spread on his normally stoic face. His power seeped through her stomach and into her womb, floating into the minds of the pups floating around in her as they kicked. He could feel such base thoughts and emotions riling them up, almost disturbing her sleep. He sent simple calming thoughts directly into their minds, as the kicks slowed to a stop, and returned back to sleep. With that, his psychic power vanished as he let his hand down, done observing as he returned out of the window without a sound, leaving her to dream.

He couldn't explain it. Why was that making him so happy? He's done this in a number of small towns, finding pokemon or humans who were round and studying their form, caressing them from afar, peeking into the barely forming minds and seeing such simple little thoughts. He didn't know why it made him so happy... and better yet, why it brought a desire into his mind. A desire so burning and bright, yet it defied everything he existed for... He could not stop thinking about it as he floated into a simple cave forming in ocean spires a little bit off the coast.

It was not much, but he did not need much. It was stones intersped with swirling ocean torrents here and there. Not many pokemon lived in the waters, nor dared to come into these caves. It was a perfectly secluded place. Perfect. He floated down to a larger circular stone, evenly cut to form a floor a few feet off of the ocean top. Mewtwo made it, seperate from the cave in the adjacent spire, so he could sate his desire in peace and privacy. He let his feet set down on the smooth even floor, allowed his whole body to relax for a spell, standing on his own power and letting his mind rest and focus for a few brief moments.

He could feel his mind swirl around that desire, something so astoundingly beautiful that it could bring tears to his eyes if he thought too long on it. He took a few deep breaths, and relaxed as his sheath and balls hung down, showing his overwhelming male dominance over most pokemon all over the land, genetically engineered to breed anything he wanted. He didn't bother focusing on them, as his head glowed soft pink and it moved down to his very slightly domed middle. His mind wandered and briefly touched that desire, as his power began to work on it's own.

His breathing quickened every now and again, drawing soft gasps from his mouth as all the condensation in the air floated back down into the water, the ocean around the spire calming and bringing not a sound all around. Then, the glow in his middle intensified and glowed brightly, drawing soft and sharp gasps from him as... his middle pushed out slowly. He was not controlling it, that touch of desire fueled all that happened as his hands moved from his sides to near his crotch, waiting as his middle grew and grew. His stance widened and his back arched as it continued to grow taut and large on his lithe frame, until it resembled that same motherly form and glow that he has so loved.

He let out a breath, eyes still closed as his hands moved up, and carefully rubbed his circular ball fingers around the dome. It drew a bit more breaths out of him as he felt it all on his frame. That weight, that feeling, as perfect as he has imagined many times now. A sharp gasp escaped as he felt it kick. And then another, and another. Three. Three perfect bundles of life, all together in there, all in him. It was a glorious feeling that drew so much joy across his body. He cared not about what they looked like, what their form was, or even how they came to be. All that mattered is that they were his, and that they loved him deeply.

He idly rubbed at the spots as his mind formed what he thought to be clothes on his alien form. They were a lot like Alolan dancing dresses, only made of a see through material rather then grass and coconuts. They draped across his legs and around his chest, with a flowing and magnificent shimmering sapphire veil around his round form. He didn't cover his genitals at all, they didn't need to be covered. He could then feel gazes on his form. Hazy eyes, but eyes nonetheless. His belly kicked in fear as his heart fluttered, in the same fear he always had. That scientists or bandits had come to steal him, or his precious ones away. His hand moved quickly, making a circle around his taut form with a small bit of power, shielding them, and took a small step.

He followed it with another small step, and then shimmied his hips. He stepped back, shimmying his middle. His arms went up, shield glowing and bringing more attention to his middle as it glowed like a gem under the light, and swayed his shoulders and hips, doing a rudimentary belly dance he gleamed off a mind in a distant land. He kept moving, slowly but with confidence in each step and shake that he took, feeling those eyes still gazing, but not with a piercing gaze. It was loving, warm, like all eyes were on him to be like him, not to steal him for themselves. His bellies kicking slowed as he could clearly see in his minds eye.

An audience, all around, sitting in comfortable chairs and clapping a little here and there. He danced upon a shimmering stage, flanked on all sides by people and pokemon, living in harmony together. Some brimming with the same life that he has been showing off to all of them, but all of them being here peacefully. His dance picked up pace as he swayed and let his weight move and shift on it's own, his kids now kicking around happily, wanting to be seen, wanting to be loved, and loving him all the same.

He danced a bit more, as tears formed up in his eyes. They dripped down his face and spattered on the floor, shimmering in the pale moonlight beaming in the cracks overhead. He danced, and loved, and rubbed, and felt an overwhelming feeling in all of his form, that this was what was meant to be. And yet, his inner mind knew it was totally impossible, drawing the tears out as he continued to play out his fantasies for none to see. Finally, they became too much to bear as his legs shook and he fell to his knees on the floor, now crying openly and unable to breathe as possible, sobs the only thing coming out of his lips. His hands continued to rub and hug and hold his inflated middle, wanting so badly for this all to be true, to have his own to love and be loved.

Finally, he laid on his side in a puddle of his own tears, sobbing to himself as he rubbed on his inflated form, the crowd gone and all empty except for him, just like he was now. He couldn't bear to open his eyes, to see the truth now. He knew he would need to dispel this in the morning, but his fantasies and the warmth would carry him as he laid, curled around his middle, protecting it and them from anything that would dare to hurt them. He would move in the morning, to seek anew a way to make this a reality and to study more forms like his desires. It would make it hard for his only onlooker, deep in the ocean, in the eddies under the spire, having seen his lonely dance, and felt all he could feel. A legendary psychic dweller of the ocean, looking in on an outsider, a desperate mother, and a beautiful dancer in the night.