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Author's notes: This is the first chapter of "Twin Mews", my adult-themed story serie. This first chapter was writen back when I didn't use spellchecking programs and made silly mistakes such as using "It's" where it should be "its". I have run through it, killing many grammar mistakes but still, many of the grammar mistakes are probably there.

Still, hopefully, despite thr grammar, the story will hopefully prove itself to be a nice read. I shall submit the next chapters (Experience and Deep Inside" soon enough.

Feel free to leave comments and suggestions.

I hope you will enjoy reading this story!

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TWIN MEWS

PROLOGUE

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Mewtwo... the strongest Pokemon ever to exist... a being cursed with a chaotic and destructive power... the power of Darkness.

He was born out of nothing... brung forth from the emptiness by the selfish and evil desires of beings who longed to wield the source of ultimate destruction...

They took the DNA of Light incarnate and using it, created the opposite.

His life had not been an easy or happy one. Slavery and lack of meaning for the first half, lonely fury against a world which rejected him in the second half.

People hated, despised him. He was the source of the vile Shadow energy, that terrible essence used to create the horrific and demonic Shadow Pokemon. Even the Legendary Pokemon showed him no compassion or mercy, not even trying to understand him.

Darkness was despised... and yet, it is a part of this world. Light and Darkness completes each others...

A being who know no fear cannot fear for the safety of a loved one, cannot feel the sorrow of losing that same loved one. Many positive feelings were born out of negative ones just like positive feelings can bring forth negative ones.

Mew, Light incarnate, understood this... and she accepted him as he was.

Many years have passed since Mewtwo has given up on taking over the world. An empty quest devoid of meaning. Giovanni, the one who ordered his creation and wanted so much to control him had his memories erased. The Chosen One and his friends, the only ones to know of his existence, have vowed to keep his existence a secret forever.

Even his own creations now live in the depths of a secret network of underground caves, far from the hatred of wild Pokemon and humans...

But what about him?

He stood on the edge of the cliff of Faraway Island, an island protected by a massive, permanent magical sea storm. He had found this island a few months after his last encounter with Giovanni, years ago, and it was here that he built his high-tech, luxurious dark castle.

Mew sat there, next to him, emptying a full bottle of milk in her throat.

It was his opposite elemental signature that had attracted Mew to the island... but it was her curiosity that kept her here. Indeed, she seemed to have an unsuspected interest in Mewtwo's constant experiments on his own powers as he attempted to find a way to harness safely the powers of his Shadow energy for the good of the world. She had also seemingly taken a liking to his personality... although it surprised him. He wasn't exactly the most funny or sensitive person around...

He didn't hate her at all. She was childish and immature at times... but she was also hopelessly optimistic and playful. Furthermore, an unsuspected intelligence lied inside of her eyes. Her curiosity knew no bounds and he admitted that she did succeed in amusing him on many occasions. She was so understanding and loveable... a fine specimen, indeed.

His life had reached a state of relative peace. Only himself, Mew, and his endless experiments and occasional trips to collect various pieces of data. Mew also shown him various places... and although most of them had been irrelevant to his research, collecting informations about this world was quite pleasing for him. Many places and creatures of this world had a delicate, hidden beauty which took time to appreciate...

One thing had bothered Mewtwo however...

Mating habits.

Legendary Pokemon, unlike what popular belief may state, have genders... and he was no exception. Just like Mew, he had a definite gender which implied working organs and unfortunately, extremely powerful hormones at this dreaded moment called "mating season".

Those "mating seasons" were annoying, frustrating, painful even. Fantasies each crazier than the last invaded his mind. The more he tried to suppress those feelings, the worse it became. As such, what was only a dream about him mating with, say, a female Ninetales would become, after four weeks, a daydream that stopped him dead in his tracks in the middle of the day, filling his mind with perverted visions of himself involved into various orgies each more twisted than the last.

He had once asked Mew why his mind was so tortured... and she replied that every Legendary Pokemon with a gender suffered from this once a year during about a month or two. There was no way around it... either to find a mate... either to endure the mental torture.

Despite her title of "Pokemon of Purity", Mew had not resisted very well the sexual urges caused by the mating seasons... and as such, she had countless lovers in the past... two of which, Jirachi and then, later, Lucario, who were Legendaries themselves.

Both, especially the later, satisfied her sexual urges... but she had felt dirty, betrayed, empty from such relationships. The relationships had been purely physical and left Mew's heart as a void and as such, she had left both of them, preferring sexual frustration to the sorrow of an empty heart.

Mewtwo stood there, staring at the beautiful, orange sky... Truly, this was a breath-taking sunset...

Yet another mating season... and yet again, his mind was being tortured. He and Mew had agreed to watch the beautiful sky together to try and calm their tortured minds... but both still felt the tormenting sexual urges. Mew gulped bottle after bottle of white goodness in hopes of drowning her instincts away while Mewtwo him, simply made some extremely complicated calculations in order to forget...

"Three thousands multiplied by twelve divided by sixteen factor eight..." Mewtwo kept the maths going in his mind, overflowing his mind to prevent the dirty thoughts from coming up...

... and unfortunately, both kitties failed.

Mew ran out of milk to drink and anyway, after drinking about twenty five bottles, she found herself quite full... so her mind wandered to the sun... and unfortunately, it reminded her of what had happened just a few years ago...

She remembered how she got drunk in front of Lucario, having absorbed too much energy from a nearby crystal fountain... and there, Lucario took advantage of Mew's vulnerable mental state and also of the fact that she was in heat at the time.

Part of her mind had screamed that it was too hasty a decision to slide herself in his pants and spread her legs while he pushed on her head, shoving his growing organ into her... but a mix of drunkenness and sexual urges had quickly reduced her will to nothing.

She had felt him... she had felt his organ as she sat there... and then, her instincts taking over, as the organ rubbed against the base of her tail and slided into the hole below, causing her to flinch and the hormones to drunk her even more than she already was.

She had screamed in pleasure... she sure did. She felt intense physical pleasure as the Legendary fox Pokemon rammed her, hard... but once they finished copulating, shame and frustration quickly filled Mew's mind.

She had dumped Lucario centuries ago and yet, had let her instincts force her back into the pants of a pervert who only cared for her as long as she got on her four and rose her tail up high, standing in a ready position. The second she got drunk, her instincts taking over, she had let him abuse her yet again... and she was ashamed of this.

As such, Mew had come to a decision... whenever mating season would come, she would come to Faraway Island. Mewtwo wouldn't dare abuse her. Mewtwo had too much respect for her to do such a thing...

Many times, she had seen Mewtwo in his tortured state... but although it had caused desires to rise within her... she had quickly ignored them. Mewtwo was her clone and anyway, he wasn't a male who seeked physical pleasure actively. She knew that it was a fact since many a beautiful female had came to him, willing to copulate with the psychic male... and yet, not one had been allowed to touch him.

Mewtwo, him, knew that Mew had came to Faraway Island to avoid getting herself between the legs of unwanted males... and he respected her decision. Many twisted phantasms haunted him as he looked at her, his own heat state turning her into a mere sexual object... but he had too much respect for her to reduce her to just that. As for other females... well, every time his instincts had directed him to a female, he had been disappointed to find them to have no love for him, seeing him only as a big, hard staff for them to ride.

As such, he had remained alone in the mating sense... and Mew had now enjoyed the fact of not waking up next to uncaring, perverted males.

Still, the fact was that the urges in themselves were painful and frustrating... and with his attempts to shake them out of his mind ending in failure, the perverted images filled his mind...

He could hear Mew... he could hear breathe heavily... so heavily... she was panting, her heart possessed by the urges just like his was. Her breathing caused the pictures to rise... unwanted phantasms...

"Ar... are you alright?" Mew's voice was begging... his twisted mind told him that she was begging for him to copulate with her... but he knew that it was his instincts. She was begging her own instincts to stop torturing her...

The male set his purple eyes on her frame... and he struggled to stare into her blue, beautiful, loving eyes. He wanted not to let his eyes get lower... but he felt like if a ten tons weight was on his head... and he couldn't help but look lower, below her cute, feminine, triangular cat head with her large, cute ears and that oh-so beautiful face.

He saw her neck... and then, he diverted his own attention, unwilling to stare at her now visible breasts. He instead looked at her short and small arms that ended with small, delicate three-fingered hands... but instincts directed him to the center, toward her inflated breasts. He saw her breasts, now visible, forming semi-large, balls... and to him, they were just the perfect size and probably just the perfect texture and hardness for him to... no, think of something else, pervert.

He shrugged... and unfortunately, his mind decided that it would be good to stare at her actual sex... but he decided to force his head lower and to look instead at other details. She had sexy, beautiful curves... and although she was not thin at all, she seemed just the right size to him... neither too thin, neither obese... just the nice size to have perfect curves. Then, there were her rather huge hips and short but extremely strong legs that ended with long, rabbit-like feet. Truly, Mew looked strangely beautiful despite her weird looks... and then, there was this incredibly long articulated tail that ended with an oval tip... her most sensitive body part.

Unfortunately, his mind could not struggle any longer and his eyes met with the hole between her legs and locked in position. He shuddered, the dirty thoughts assaulting him... Despite the fact that she was about a third of her size and that he was quite "large" for a human-sized male, he knew that it would be perfectly possible for him to copulate with her safely... and even if he left that part untouched, there still was her behind. Beautiful curves, both in front and behind... he knew that this would probably feel so good... physically, that is.

He wouldn't forgive himself if he gave in to the urges...

Mew her, struggled against similar urges as she stared into his eyes and tried not to look lower... but like Mewtwo, she couldn't control her instincts.

His eyes were purple, cereal, a bit cold... but full of understanding. Whenever love and care filled those normally cold eyes, it was a sincere, pure, deep feeling... exactly what she was looking for. People thought that his face was scary and unnatural... but she found beauty in his strange ears, strange face... he was not a monster... it was simply a head like hers except manly...

His neck was skinny but that didn't bother her. It was... fitting. It was a part of his strangely sexy appearance... and although the tube that connected the back of his head with his chest was horrible to most... it only served as an essential part of his unique style to her.

His chest was like body armor... but to her, it only came to reinforce his manliness. His arms were long and skinny, the bones and nerves visible... but she knew that strength was in them. His hands ended with three, huge, round fingers... fingers that had a gentle, precise touch...

His curves were strange... so similar to hers and yet... different. He wasn't exactly thin either and yet... definitely skinnier. A strange feeling...

Mew frowned, her eyes avoiding what she seeked to avoid... and she focused on his hips, similar to hers but again, different. His legs were much longer and his feet, although similar to hers, had some kind of a dragon-like style to them, causing him to be standing on them much more easily, allowing Mewtwo to keep his humanoid stance much more easily. In fact, Mewtwo was very human-like in his appearance despite being so different... or maybe it was just her.

His tail was shorter than hers, less articulated, less sensitive... but the oval tip was again, the most sensitive part and the tail was stronger than hers...

Just like her, the curves were harmonious both in front and in back...

Then, her eyes widened as she locked her stare into the prize of her phantasms and the source of her frustration. Coming out of a hole between his legs, the normally hidden dark pink, hard, thick staff she longed to have between her legs. A whopping seven inches long... unrealistic proportions, even for a human-sized being and yet... he was THAT large... but what creeped her out was that she knew that it would be possible to fit that... that... that spear... inside of her.

"I'm sick of that." stated Mewtwo's deep, manly voice.

"So am I." replied Mew in her feminine, high-pitched, almost child-like voice. She had understood what Mewtwo was speaking about...

Both finally were able to get their eyes off each others' features and gazed into their eyes...

"Mewtwo... I never asked it before but... You seem to accept most of nature's facts with ease and yet... you refuse the mating instincts." asked Mew, unable to think of anything but sex but trying to divert the subject to something that wouldn't be related to the copulation itself.

The tall male closed his eyes and answered... "I am conscious and thus, like a human, should be able to feel love. I am not a dumb animal. I refuse to mate like a dumb animal. I do not want a mere mate that I will leave and forget after just a single night... I want a partner that I can trust and love... a partner who will listen to me and who I will be able to share my life with. Submitting to my instincts would be to surrender and to prove that what Giovanni implied is true... that I am just an animal who believes he can be human."

Mew already knew this... but hearing this calmed her mind a bit... and then, Mewtwo did the same... "Mew... Lucario and Jirachi would be happy to relieve you of your sexual urges. Why don't you go see them and have some fun with them, with those with who you belong rather than to remain with your opposite, with an unnatural being?"

Mew closed her eyes too... and answered, just like Mewtwo did. "I am sensitive... sensitive to the feelings of others. Mere, common sexual relationships leave my heart as a void and that vacuum is infinitely more painful than sexual frustration. This is why I am with you..."

Both opened their eyes and then, there was silence, only the wind blowing... and the instincts' torture became even worse...

"Why, Mewtwo? Why can't we become lovers?!? Why can't we just get rid of those urges already?!? We have known each others for such a long time... we have experienced so much... we have taken a liking to each others... what keeps us from letting our relationship mature into love?!?" asked Mew, feeling the mating instincts hammer her heart with its full power. The question... again, the question...

"I'm your clone, Mew... your clone... thus, I am related. Inbreeding is unhealthy and you know it." stated Mewtwo, frowning in regret. He cared for her so much... he knew that their relationship could mature into love... and if that happened, he would not only get rid of those stupid instincts but finally find the soul he had been seeking for what seemed to be his entire life... the one he would share his experiences with... the one he would trust and that would not betray his feelings... but the barrier of DNA stood in his way... and no matter how powerful he was, this was a barrier he was unable to breach.

Mew knew of this barrier... but then, suddenly, a flash of memories... she remembered the DNA test Mewtwo had performed on her...

"Mewtwo! Two weeks ago... the DNA test! The percentage! Your DNA is how much more similar to mine?" she asked, her eyes glowing with hope.

Mewtwo shrugged. How was it to help them? "More or less ninety percents." he stated.

But then, it struck him. Ninety percents? What are the percents of similar DNA for siblings? More than ninety for siblings, more or less ninety for beings of the same specie that are unrelated.

Their DNA was sufficiently different to assume that they were not related... Mewtwo turned toward Mew, his eyes widening... "Mew... I..."

Mew nodded, having read his thoughts.

Mew floated there, Mewtwo stood there, shocked, for a few more seconds that seemed to be an eternity...

"Mewtwo... I know that a relationship shouldn't begin like this but..." slowly, the pink kitty floated toward Mewtwo... and he felt her short, pink, soft fur on his chest... he felt her tail lowering and rubbed against the tip of his sexual organ...

He looked down into her eyes... her eyes begging him... "Just... just a little copulating... just a little... please? The heat... I can't bear with it anymore..." she begged him as he felt like begging her for the same...

He felt like humping her brains out, like stuffing his organ into her mouth and filling her up completely, like squeezing his organ between her inflated breasts until he creamed her face, like licking her organ until she screamed in pleasure, like spreading her legs and unleash all of his pent up desires into her wet sex...

Likewise, Mew felt like doing all of the above, many, many times in a row. She felt like copulating until she died of exhaustion. Sooo much suppressed desires...

... but both didn't want to spoil a possible love. They didn't want to turn the relationship physical and yet... they had to do something about their urges before they turned insane.

Both knew that it was unhealthy for a relationship to begin so quickly... to go from a platonic friendship to an intense physically-involved relationship in the space of a few minutes because of hormones... but their tolerance had been breached, their minds' defense against breeding broken now that they knew that they were compatible.

"Just... a little taste..." whispered Mew as the two finished reading each others' thoughts and came to a decision... although the hesitations remained strong.

The pink kitty closed her eyes and let Mewtwo grab her by the sides and lower her as he slowly placed himself on his knees... then, she dropped Mew and remained there. She was standing on her feet, the erect male organ at the level of her face... and it was more than Mew could resist, Mewtwo's thoughts screaming for her to hurry up...

Nervously, shaking a bit from the fear of triggering her instincts too much and from the fact that it was the first time she would mate with Mewtwo, Mew slowly edged closer...

She slowly and gently placed her hands on the male psychic Pokemon's organ. Mewtwo's eyes widened and his breathing became even heavier... and Mew stood there, feeling the warm, hard organ in her tiny hands...

She wanted to do it slowly in a romantic, highly soft way... but her instincts urged her to jump on him and brutally rid him of his virginity. The two opposite desires struggled within her heart and caused her hands to shake and almost lose grip of the organ as she lowered it just in front of her mouth...

She kept staring at it as Mewtwo stood there, the anticipation killing him. Mew's instincts urged her to swallow it all in one go, to devour it and gulp down greedily a flood of sweet, creamy liquid before rising herself and slamming the still red hot staff between her legs... but again, her emotional desires and instincts were clashing. She didn't want to go too fast or brutally...

Finally, not taking it anymore, she closed her eyes, and bent her head down, sticking her tongue out and touching the tip of Mewtwo's staff. The male suddenly stopped breathing, holding his breath. Mew felt so tense she felt like she had turned to stone...

Then, she slowly raised her head back to the normal angle, running her tongue on the edge and Mewtwo closed his eyes, throwing his head backward, moaning in awe, his organ twitching. Mew, her, felt her organ filling itself with its first shot of juices of the copulation process... and his staff... a slight, faint first taste of meaty goodness...

The two slowly opened their eyes, Mewtwo now shaking as well, staring at her... "Just a little taste..." whispered Mew to herself, gulping. She didn't want to spoil it... to go too fast and drown herself in hormones... but it was so hard to resist...

But well, she can't just let things remain like this. She does have to take it inside of her and actually start enjoying her first time, isn't it? She has to start giving him a reason to moan... and a reason for her organ to fill itself with juice.

"Mewtwo... hold it in an upward angle..." asked the pink kitty using her telepathy, her eyes fixed on the male's extended organ...

The male stood there, blinking a few times, not sure what to think... The pink kitty, seeing no movement, looked up into his eyes... and he felt like losing his erection. "Mew... it's just a bad idea... we look more like a couple about to be executed than a couple about to copulate." he stated, frowning upon seeing Mew's sad expression.

Mew's hesitation reached its peak as well. The hormones were hammering her mind so hard... but neither of them was enjoying this and would enjoy it. This would turn out mechanical, artificial, devoid of emotion.

Mew's instincts screamed in protest as she slowly floated backward, away from the twitching pink staff. Her own body was twitching as well. Neither of them was excited and as such, the natural process that would return their organs to normal was in action... and yet, that same process was countered by the unhealthy level of hormones that drugged them both...

"The phantasms... they will be especially painful tonight." stated the male psychic Pokemon, opposing feelings mixing and giving his voice a weird tone... disappointment, lust, love, disgust... so many contradictory emotions in his voice... he panted so loudly... his body was both getting ready for mating and returning to normal... contradictions abounded...

"Yes... they will..." answered Mew, looking down, at her feet, her voice containing a similar mix of oppositions. Her body struggled in a similar sense, her features so very visible and yet, seemingly hesitating between returning into hiding or inflating...

Slowly, Mewtwo lifted his body above the ground and then landed back on his feet, feeling the grass on his feet. So much frustration and yet... a feeling of accomplishment.

Nothing, not even his own instincts, would force him into sex against his will. He has chosen his mate... and it is Mew. He shall mate with her only once the time will be right and that, regardless of hormones!

He was sure of it... "Mew... I believe that after those events, it is imminent that we shall become partners..." he stated... but then, as the surge of hormones died and that his organ disappeared, he smiled and stared into the eyes of the sole female of his specie...

Mew landed and stood there, staring into his eyes, waiting for him to continue on...

"... but although we shall become partners, know that we shall not copulate..." he read her mind... and could "hear" her thoughts... her mind that was not sure if she was happy or sad of this decision... but if Mew had taken the time to read his mind, she would have found out that he hadn't finished his sentence.

"Indeed. We shall not copulate... for we shall make love." Mew's eyes widened. A flurry of feelings invaded her heart and she stared back, diving into his mind.

Copulating is a common act... but the act of "making love" was almost non-existent among Pokemon. Indeed, Pokemon did not choose to copulate... they just did. As such, the act of a couple to actually choose to copulate and to do so out of pure love and with the desire to please each others was a gesture full of meaning for Pokemon... for only couples who felt the most sincere and pure love toward each others could control the savage and brutal Pokemon mating instincts long enough for this act to become possible.

As such, while to a human, this was nothing but a dull statement... to Mew, Mewtwo had just announced an ambitious project. To gain control over their instincts and becomes its masters, rather than letting them control the two... and thus, for physical pleasure to become just that: physical pleasure rather than a chore.

Mew smiled sweetly, her tail slowly rising up into the air, her feline body language telling the male of her pleasure regarding the announcement of such a statement... and Mewtwo's tail as well, rose up as radiant smiles could be seen on both Pokemon's faces, despite the torrents of hormones in their veins...

The pink female got on her four and slowly walked by Mewtwo... and she slowed down as she got closer. Mewtwo felt Mew's back as she slowly rubbed it against her leg in a show of affection... and he could hear her, purring so loudly... and the male surprised himself, hearing himself purring alongside her. Realizing this animal reflex, he quickly got a hold of himself and forced himself to become silent... and to this, he heard Mew giggle loudly.

"Heeheehee! Oh you! Such a heartfelt declaration a few seconds ago, suppressing your feelings the next seconds. Typical of you..." she teased.

The male blushed slightly, feeling a bit offended but not in a way that was too bad. He knew she was only poking fun at him in an innocent way... and unfortunately for him, he found no clever reply at this moment.

"Your heart must truly be ablaze for you not to make any comments!" those comments started to light up a feeling in Mewtwo... and strangely, it was amusement, not annoyance.

Then, at this moment, Mew unleashed her psychic powers and rose herself to eye level. Slowly, Mew got back in a more human-like stance, standing on thin air...

"Do... do you promise that we shall really choose our first time and not suffer it? Do you promise that you won't give in to the instincts?" she asked, floating there, staring in his eyes.

The male nodded, crossing his arms. The hormones were hard to fight... but this would become a promise that he will respect. He shall let this relationship mature and then, unleash his passion on her, not just let his instincts force him into an artificial and illusionary pleasure.

"I promise... will you promise as well?" he asked.

Mew... had never thought that Mewtwo would be the one to which she would promise this and yet... it had happened. In a way, it was obvious that it would happen since he was the sole male of her specie and yet... who would have thought that Mew, Legendary Pokemon of Light, would fall in love and engage herself with Mewtwo, the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness?

"I... I promise." answered Mew, smiling sweetly...

Both cats stood there and slowly, despite the hormones, their smiles widened... and all coldness disappeared from Mewtwo's face, all fear disappeared from Mew's... and soon, the two cats were purring...

Then, at this moment, Mew did something that surprised Mewtwo and plunged him in a state of confusion. She began to bend over, her tail still high up, showing off her behind to the male. He raised an eyebrow, not understanding the meaning of this...

... and then, Mew meowed loudly... a lust-filled meow. She spun around, standing on her knees, on an invisible floor created by her powers, showing off her features to him in a very obvious way and winking at him. The male felt the hormones flow through him once again...

"Mew... I thought... that you would respect your promise..." he stated, wondering why Mew tried to excite him and get him ready.

But then, Mew giggled loudly, winking again. "Oh my dear squishy cuty Mewtwo! I'm not breaking the promise, silly! Heeheehee! It's not because we don't get to touch each others until the moment is right that I don't get to tease you, isn't it?" Mewtwo's eyes widened. She was going to play with his heart. Such a cruel female...

... but he would not allow her to do that! He stretched his right arm, decided to grab her by the tail and show her who's the dominant one in this newly-formed relationship!... well... he assumed that they had formed a relationship now, isn't it?... well, maybe... and why did he needed to show her that he was dominant in the relationship? No need for such foolishness. He shall love her as she is and this is all he wants... and he will also show that pink kitty! He, too, can tease her back! He shall grab that female's tail and wank it until she understands that she's no match for his teasing skills!

But his large, round, powerful fingers only grasped sparks of pure light as Mew flied away so quickly he saw only a pink blur. Mew now stood floating, several feet away from him. He frowned, a bit annoyed... but the annoyance was quickly drowned by his growing amusement.

"I'm gonna make you want me soooo badly, you big, bad sex machine! Oh yeah! You'll be on your knees, begging me for some booty in a few days, I tell you!" she taunted anew, showing off in more and more obscene ways, triggering Mewtwo's instincts and turning up the heat in his body.

"Oh no! You're not going to turn me into your toy, my dear! I'll catch you and teach you a lesson, female!" he said loudly in a confident tone, pointing at her, amused, not angered.

Mew simply meowed and took to the skies at top speed. "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!" she challenged him.

Mewtwo blasted his body with psychic energy, sending himself after her. "GET BACK HERE!" he yelled, decided not to let a candy frilly pink female get ahead of him!

As the two begun to pursue each others in the sky, the hormones of the mating season became a tool for their games rather than a torture. Bound through a promise of control over their brutal, overwhelming sexual instincts, the newly-formed couple had a lot of fun during this first night... and that, despite not touching each others in naughty ways... but it will come, eventually.

But not until their love has matured...

=TO BE CONTINUED