The town of Breezeport, even outside of being the center of a secret conspiracy to conquer the planet through mind control and turn it into a sexual paradise, was still quite an unusual place by any standards. The town had docks, being on the ocean, but it also possessed a small airport, a small spaceport and an interdimensional gateway. Aliens, extradimensional travelers, magical beings; all were entirely mundane to the people of Breezeport. Many of the children attending the Twin Schools had come there from other worlds or universes. Today was a special day for Breezeport, even by their standards. They were having a handful of very special visitors. As such, the people of Breezeport had gone out of their way to clean up the town more than usual. Even on an ordinary day, the greenery was pruned, the sidewalks were swept, the streets cleaned. On this day, the buildings had been scrubbed and the whole town seemed to sparkle with cleanliness. Today, gods were coming to town. The portal opened at the Breezeport Dimensional Gate, which was attached to the Spaceport and Airport. A glowing, blindingly bright disc of light opened and five figures emerged onto the platform, looking around in various states of mild curiosity. The first was a tall, purple feline. His figure was skinny, almost emaciated, but a sense of threatening, raw, incredible power radiated from him. His ears were tall and triangular, his eyes yellow, lamplike, and bulbous. He appeared to be hairless at first glance, but if any of the mortals around had dared to get close enough to inspect, they would have seen he actually had a fine coat of fuzz. He wore strange attire that almost appeared ancient Egyptian in appearance: a loose circular collar that draped around his neck and covered his chest, lined with blue stripes and an orange diamond in the center; loose-fitting blue pants, a pair of brown boots, and golden bangles on his biceps, wrists, and ankles. A golden cuff adorned one of his ears. He yawned lazily as he walked off the platform, his hands resting behind his back. The second was a tall woman. She was an alicorn, a winged unicorn, with dazzlingly white fur. An incredible mane of hair wafted behind her in a breeze that was not blowing for anyone else, shining in all the colors of the rainbow. She brushed a lock of her prismatic hair out of her pink, sparkling eyes, and brushed it under a jeweled tiara under her brown. A golden ornament rested around her neck and upper chest, worn over a beautifully designed white silk gown. Her hooves were clad in gold as well, making a light clinking noise every time she took a step. Her tail was prismatic as well, and those watching found it hard not to stare (several falling into trances, having been conditioned so heavily to react that way to swirling, changing colors). The third was the most bizzare of the bunch. It appeared as a humanoid being of walking, living water. Its appearance was vaguely amphibian, though it resembled no frog or lizard than anyone had ever seen. It was shorter than the other two gods, only coming up to the woman’s breasts. Its head was vaguely triangular shaped, resembling a squid’s somewhat, with a crest at top and long fins hanging down behind it. Its face was featureless, save for two pupil-less green eyes that glowed brightly. Its arms and legs were barely shaped, long three-fingered “hands” and “feet” at the end of long arms and legs. Perhaps most disturbingly, through its clear blue substance, a pink brain was clearly visible floating inside its head. It was accompanied by another smaller figure, who was a little shorter than it. She was much more recognizable as a young female echidna. She was in her mid-teens, with orange fur and dreadlocks. Her eyes were cheerful and bright blue. She wore clothing that resembled ancient Mayan attire: a simple striped green, red, and white dress, and a small golden necklace. A golden headband with a sapphire rested on her brow. She wore sandals, which had elaborate straps up to her knees. She too was transparent, but not because she was made of liquid; instead, it was as if she partially did not exist, like she was half-faded from the world. The final member of the entourage was a fox woman in what appeared to be her early adulthood. She was of average height; not as tall as the feline or the alicorn, but not as short as the strange amphibian or the echidna. She would have been completely unremarkable next to the others, if not for certain aspects of her appearance. She had a long, wild mane of pink-red hair down to her back, and golden fur that almost seemed metallic. Her eyes were a brilliant green that almost seemed to glow with an inner light. She wore a loose, flowing dress of silken fabric, through which her wide hips could easily be seen swaying as she sauntered down the ramp. They were met by the Mayor of Breezeport at the bottom, along with a an entourage of town dignitaries. The Mayor was a portly Outraged at what had become of the town, the quartet of gods had marched into the Twin Schools’ administrative building, up the stairs, and barged right into the Headmaster’s room. What few witnesses were allowed near the Headmaster’s office later reported much angry shouting (and threats of annihilation from Beerus) before a sudden, eerie silence fell. It lasted for quite some time, an hour, maybe more. Then the four gods (and one spirit) had emerged from the office. Their eyes were strangely unfocused, and their expressions were sleepy and happy; wide, silly smiles on their collective muzzles (save for Chaos, who had no facial features to speak of; though Tikal’s face shared the same dazed happiness). Milky fluid had covered most of their bodies and their clothing. "MOMMYYY~~!" a high-pitched voice squealed, and the sound of wings flapping filled the air. A streak of pink, beige, and green flew at the fox goddess with incredible speed. Beerus' yellow eyes went wide as he held up a hand that glowed with raw crackling power, prepared to defend his fellow divine being. Aine shook her head at him, warding the feline off. Aine gasped and laughed as the blur struck her, and she twirled about, wrapping her arms around it. The blur was revealed to be a tiny fennec girl with pink hair and vivid green eyes. A pair of golden wings flapped, sticking out of the back of her school uniform. The child giggled and nuzzled against Aine's cheek happily. "Skye! I was just coming to see you and your brother," Aine said, laughing as she kissed the vixen's cheek. "You know this… mortal child?" Beerus asked, frowning. "Lord Beerus, this is my daughter, Skye," said Aine, holding the tiny girl up so he could see. Skye gave a cheerful wave, not seeming to care that her mother was holding her under her armpits and her feet were dangling far off the floor. “Your daughter?” Celestia said, blinking in surprise, “I was unaware you had a daughter!” “And a son. Where do you think I’ve spent the last 8 years of my time when I’m not wandering the Divine Realms with you? I’m here, raising my little girl and boy,” Aine said, giggling as she nuzzled Skye. “R-Raye?!” Aine exclaimed, her eyes wide at the sight of the other fennec, “What are YOU doing here?” “Wait, you know who she is?” Skye asked, blinking in surprise. “I’m a goddess, sweetie. That comes with a measure of omniscience and foresight. I can see a little of the future,” she explained before turning her attention back to the pink fox, “...But you weren’t supposed to exist for another twelve years.” “...Time travel shenanigans, grammy,” Raye explained, shrugging, as if that was all that needed to be said. ***** "Waaait!!!" Buster said, his eyes wide as he jabbed a finger accusingly at Skye, “You never told us you were a GODDESS!” “Demigoddess, technically, but… also you never asked,” Skye said, shrugging. “...So, are you like a comic book hero? Have you been hiding superpowers from us?” Tiffany asked, looking curious. “...Mom’s a Celtic Fertility Goddess… so… uh… No, I don’t have any superpowers that I know of…” Skye said, looking more than a little disappointed to have to confess to that fact, “...I’d hoped to develop eye-zappy powers or SOMETHING, but I’ve got nada.” “Well… This explains a lot. Like how you can spurt four times your body volume, but not get dehydrated,” Jayden said, blinking as he adjusted his glasses. “...Okay, so maybe I have ONE superpower,” Skye admitted, blushing, “But it’s not one that’d appear in comic books outside of Breezeport!” ****** “Hello, Mewtwo,” Beerus said with a sinister smile, his eyes narrowed as he leaned forward over the table. The chimera took a slow, deep breath, let it out as a long sigh, and lifted his eyes from his book. he replied, putting the book down. Beerus smiled, showing off his sharp fangs as he tapped a finger on Mewtwo’s table. “You know what I’m here for, Mewtwo,” Beerus said, leaning further forward, his golden eyes taking up more of Mewtwo’s range of vision. Mewtwo had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Mewtwo said slowly, choosing his words as carefully as he could, as he knew how volatile the God of Destruction tended to be. “Bullcrap. It’s literally in your DNA, Mewtwo. You’re a… Poke-a-moan, or whatever. I know that the two things your kind love to do are fight each other senseless and screw each other senseless,” Beerus retorted, sneering. <...Normally, yes, you would be right, but our kind would never have been able to fit into civilized society unless we learned to suppress or redirect those natural urges for violence. I chose to redirect my urges for violence into the arts,> Mewtwo said, gesturing with his balled fingers towards the paintings on the walls, “I don’t believe that for a minute. You can destroy mountains just by LOOKING at them, and you don’t wish to use that power?!” Beerus exclaimed angrily. Mewtwo retorted, his annoyance piqued. He immediately regretted that statement even as it echoed in Beerus’ mind. “Are you implying that I cannot control my power? That I, the GOD of Destruction, would upset the natural balance for a petty conflict?!” Beerus snarled, his lips drawn back in rage. Mewtwo raised his palms diplomatically, trying to calm the other feline as a flaming purple aura surrounded him, kicking up a searing hot wind in the confined room. Mewtwo said calmly, standing up from his chair. He was almost the same height as Beerus, but his build was much heavier, more muscular. This did not fool Mewtwo for a moment; despite his almost emaciated build, Beerus could move mountains with little effort. Of the two of them, there was little doubt who was physically stronger. The question, instead, was who possessed greater abilities beyond the physical. “...Perhaps you are right,” admitted Beerus, calming. Mewtwo managed to suppress a visible sigh of relief, but winced as Beerus continued, “But I still demand satisfaction. You have always refused my challenges, but this time I won’t be denied! You have driven me away with your telepathy, mind controlling me, but that won’t work. My will is steel!” Mewtwo took a moment to probe his thoughts. He was exaggerating quite a bit; Mewtwo was sure that if he pressed it, he could easily control Beerus like he had many times before. Beerus’ power, both physical and divine, may have been immense, but his mind was not nearly as strong. Since the Headmaster had just freshly brainwashed him, this was even more true. This was a regular occurence between himself and the god. Ever since Beerus had discovered Mewtwo’s existence and his power, he had challenged Mewtwo to a fight. As Mewtwo had little interest in throwing mountains back and forth, he had politely declined. Beerus would press the issue, until Mewtwo finally had to resort to using his telepathic prowess to make Beerus forget the challenge, or go away, or something else. It usually worked… for a while, until Mewtwo’s telepathic suggestions wore off, and Beerus remembered what he wanted. The problem was that Mewtwo needed a way to satisfy Beerus’ desire for a challenge, without actually submitting to a brawl. Mewtwo knew that he could certainly put up a fight, but he wasn’t a match for the God’s power; nor was he particularly enthusiastic about the amount of property damage a fight between them would cause. Even on the Twin Schools' exceedingly generous teacher’s salary, rebuilding Breezeport and the surrounding countryside for a fifty mile diameter would probably take him several hundred-thousand years. The solution came to Mewtwo pretty quickly. Beerus had said it himself, that Pokemon had powerful instincts for combat and sex. Often these instincts fed into each other, with arousal accompanying a brawl (or in unfortunate occasions, pleasant sex turning into a Perhaps, with a little mental nudging, he could do the same for Beerus and finally end their one-sided rivalry. Mewtwo sighed, standing up from his desk. Mewtwo reached out with his thoughts and probed Beerus’s mind. It was true that he had been training his mental defenses since they last encountered one another, but telepathic control was equally an exercise in subtlety than strength. His words had surprised Beerus, opening a few small cracks for Mewtwo to slip his mental probe through and take control of the god’s thoughts. He left his control loose; he did not want Beerus to NOTICE he was being manipulated. His little sister, Mew, had not quite mastered this skill. She tended to puppeteer other people, rather than influencing them subtly.