Thanatopsis

Author's Note: Well... Yeah. This is an interesting thing that hit me one night. Dreams aren't always a good thing. Heh. I got into a huge Pokemon kick after watching The Rise of Darkrai, and after hearing about Pokemon Platinum that is to be released in Japan. I also got the insperation for this story from Giratina to Sora no Hanataba: Sheimi; Giratina and the Sky's Banquet: Shaymin, the movie after The Rise of Darkrai, though it is only in Japan. This story is Pokemorphs only. There are no humans in it at all. It will have Giratina's Origin forme and Another forme, as well as Shaymin's Sky forme and Land forme. In the beginning, Giratina, Crisis, is in his normal forme... It will have both yaoi and straight pairing... depending on how far I get.

I'm not dead, but I have to fix some of my other stories. Woo.

The name for this story came from a poem I had read in 11th grade, Thanatopsis, by William Cullen Bryant; 1794 - 1878. The name means "Meditation on death". You can google the name of the poem and read it. I liked it a lot.

This story will be weird, but I got the idea from Giratina's Pokedex entry on Diamond and Pearl. It says he lives in a world parallel to ours, and since he seems to have association with Shaymin, I decided to use Shaymin too. I don't have a complete picture of my Giratina or my Shaymin Pokemorph, so sorry. I haven't drawn much lately. But yes. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures inc, Pokemon inc, and Wizards of the Coast do. I do own the story, though, and my version of the pokemorphs. This story is NOT child safe. So, for the love of God, if you don't like stuff with mature content, like violence and sex, then don't read it.

Warnings: Violence, Language, Sexual themes, sex... Detailed stuff... There are probably more... Oh yeah. This story will have Yaoi, Shonen-ai, whateverthefuckpeoplecallitthesedays in it. As well as straight pairings. Yep.

Pairings: Crisis X Haru - Will learn, will learn..., Crisis with some other people. Maybe even Argentine...

Chapter One

This is...

That where life sparkles...

That where life has faded...

A place where two worlds overlap...

"Crisis..."

"Crisis."

"Crisis?"

"Crisis!"

Voices kept screaming a name, the sounds jumbled, the images distorted beyond recognition. Memories fading in and out, at various points in one's life, never lasting long enough to reminisce, much less remember. A blur of emotions passed over, hindering the contemplation process further. It was like being in a wind tunnel, going hundreds of miles an hour, and having no way of stopping, much less controlling, it.

"Crisis..." A feminine voice breathed, the words flowing from her lips smoothly. The words didn't sound foreign coming from her. The distortions slowed down, the world around them coming into focus.

Within minutes, the scenery expanded, revealing a field filled with flowers. Pigments of the rainbow surrounded the female in all directions, as far as the eye could see. The scents of the flowers flowed on the caressing breezes, the scents mixed entirely, and undistiguishable.

The smell was intoxicating; relaxing. One's nerves and muscles relaxed, the emotions of the flowers soothing the soul. Who knew flowers had such properities...

Soon enough, however, the wondering eyes of the on-looker rested on the female's body. A draw in of breath, like a gasp, resounded from the astonished creature. The woman's features were a blur, for one could not recall what he'd forgotten or repressed. The body was never forgotten, however...

The woman was wearing a full body length silk robe; the rays from the sun radiating off the highlights, illuminating the graceful curves. She was easy on the eyes, and the eyes followed with acute detail.

Her body was curvy; she had enough curves to make a circle jealous with envy. The curves from her torso to her hips were like an hourglass, beautiful, but hard to obtain and refined. The curves of her breasts shone through, the sun's rays helping to reveal them. They were large, full, and perfectly rounded. It was hard to resist the urge to touch them, especially with her nipples pressing against the fabric, constricting it a bit more. She was beautiful, like the flowers that rested at her feet, and as mysterious and magestic as the sky above her. The scent that radiated from her was that of a flowers, and oh so intoxicating. The thoughts and images raced, leaving the watcher to suffer...

Laying on the soft bed, the creature squirmed, tossing and turning. A blanket was wrapped tightly around his thin frame, keeping him warm, though his body yearned for more. The blood in his body raced down, effecting his body temperature. His body got hot, the hues of red opening.

The heat and blood affected his crotch, his member springing to life. A low groan escaped him, the organ sliding out of its sheath and through the slit. The cold air hit the erect organ, causing the creature to shudder. This wasn't a normal occurance for him, though he moved his hand, grabbing a pillow. He wasn't sure why the dream had aroused him, but it had been a long time... A very long time...

Kicking the blanket off his bare, light gray body, he shifted his hips, causing the head of his erect cock to dive into the soft structure of the pillow that cushioned it. Panting faintly, he laid on his side, the wings of black flaring out on the sheets that rested below his body. The red spikes stood erect on the black wings, before falling back onto the angle they normally assumed.

Without thought, his thick, rounded tail moved, slamming against the bed. His body arched in a mild agony that was caused from the prolonged erection. Lifting a leg up, the gold metal for his three toes shone in the evening moonlight, his skin and form outlined from it. The reflected light created a pool of light, while keeping the rest of the room shrouded in a thick darkness.

Thin digits ran over his form, contending to his wants and needs. Resting his head against the pillow, the creature's black and blue bangs shifted across his thin features, the rest of his long hair was spralled out on the bed behind him. With gentle, pleasuring touches, his hands graced his body, never touching the cock. They did, however, run over his balls and entrance that had long since seen action.

Each awkward touch brought about a new flood of emotions, long since forgotten. His throbbing cock moved against the soft pillow, even the mild friction was pleasurable. Soft moans escaped his pale lips, almost foreign sounding to himself. It was almost sad how easy he was...

The vague touches, the mild pleasures, and his own creative imagination were enough for him. Within what seemed like only a few moments, his cock had swollen, the pre-fluids leaking out onto the pillow that cushioned the organ. The fluid moved, filling into the crevansses, and pooling where the weight of the organ rested.

"Ha..." The creature breathed, his chest heaving. A light sweat had appeared on his body, the moonlight striking the sweat drops. Groaning loudly, his body arched, tail curling. Clenching his teeth tightly, he let his wings flare out, the fluids escaping from him, and spilling over the pillow. Panting, he opened his red pools, looking around. He knew he had to get cleaned up... And do it alone. With a heavy sigh, he rolled out of the bed, taking the messed pillow with him, heading for the bathroom. He needed a shower, that was for sure.