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Shortstack Kirlia Have Rights?	By : Tastatura Category: Pokemon > General Views: 65828 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is a fictional story. I do not own Pokemon. I make no money from writing this. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. Love your pal Jesus.

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SEPH BIOLOGY: A HISTORY

In the decades that followed the attribution of human rights to sentient Pokemon, medical research unconcerned with the reproduction of their genetics was called for, and thereafter funded by a number of prominent world governments.

Forging a world rooted in ‘equality’ from a world founded on the division of humans and Pokemon into the classes of ‘Master’ and ‘Servant’ necessitated such research. If Sentient and Humanoid Pokemon (henceforth SEPH) were to be respected and valued as individuals, knowledge as to how to dole out said respect—respect of their bodies, minds, and developmental trajectories—seemed to societal leaders as strong a start point as any. Thus, resources previously devoted to the mass breeding of a variety of species were redirected into studies concerning their qualities as a sentient race.

Several years of sanctioned inquiry into the subject and collaboration with integrated SEPH proved sufficient in answering a number of previously ignored questions concerning the humanized species. While varied in certain aspects per species, all of the information drawn from the years-long research process touched upon the same areas interest.

Depicted below is a summary of the ‘areas of interest’ concerned with the Ralts line. It can be considered as an example of the condensed report structure for all research concerning a given species.

SUMMARY FOR PUBLIC DIGESTION—MORE DETAILED BIOLOGICAL AND STATISTICAL INFORMATION CAN BE OBTAINED FROM (URL) WITH REFERNECE CODE (RALTS NUMBER)

Male/Female Physiology: Though the average stature and build of the Ralts species has remained largely unchanged, females, as a consequence of their prevalence within the population, are often subject to a wider variance in height and build. Females born into any one of the three evolutionary stages are typically 1.5x to 2.0x larger than their male partners in both height and weight. Unbalanced hormonal excretions from their feminine attributes often exacerbates growth in these regions, thereby forcing the rest of their body to grow and compensate.

In relation to the standardized STAT measure, females of the species dwarf males in VIT and SP.DEF, and are born with extreme deficiencies in every other statistic measure. The cause of this is understood to be a consequence of the outlawed breeding practices that birthed the initial SEPH generation. For maximum birth yields, STAT balances such as these were considered as an acceptable point of concession in return for fertility.

Developmental Expectancies: Along with their extreme intelligence, Ralts and Kirlia children acquire relative physical and mental maturity after an infantile stage lasting up to 2 years. After this period, children spend 8 years within an adolescence comparable to the ages of 12-18 in human years. Though females are often reproductively capable (physically and mentally) from their 3^rd year, the average age for full maturity for both genders is 10. Further education and social interaction is required past this point for them to adopt what humans understand as adult emotional and behavioral patterns. As such, the education of such children has been placed in tentative congruence with that of human children.

And so on and so forth...

The majority of these findings served as the backbone for the development of individual ‘Species Rights’ charters, and other more broad spectrum laws as to how Pokemon Persons ought to be treated . Generally speaking, the public accepted this information with open arms. The creation of specialized education plans for SEPH children stirred no protest, and the adjustment of public services to meet the needs of society’s new members was nodded at as a gesture long overdue.

Others still took these findings as grounds for the creation of clear points of societal division between humans and Pokemon. Hardliners representing the Pokemon League Traditionalists (henceforth PLT) argued that these findings ought to be used in reparation for the Pokemon Trainers whose professions were destroyed by the global ban on the practice of battling. Knowing their cause to be one frowned upon by government and public alike, the demands that they placed were grounded in a form of ‘extremist reality’ meant to appeal to the sensibilities of the common man.

For example:

“SEPH should not have their command-response conditioning taught out of them by some education system. The ability to perform moves on command has been fundamental to their existence for too long for it to be simply taught out of them in the first place. In the event of war or, heaven forbid, the reinstatement of Pokemon Battling in some form, preserving access to what fractions of their move-pools they cannot access themselves is vital.”

Less than two decades into the hard-wrought ‘peace’ granted by equality, global legislators caved to this demand (or some form of it) in one manner or another. More so intent on keeping society from tearing apart at its thinned seams, representatives from the PLT, elected government officials representing the public, and officials from the then-autonomous SEPH rights movement met to discuss terms that might satisfy all sides equally.

What was decided amongst the three was not announced publically. Nevertheless, its product remains a little known fraction of the SEPH rights charter written into law. Largely ignored by the general public and purposefully obscured by those in power, its existence was allowed a progressive slippage from the minds of those that it concerned over the course of several decades.

At present, the general public stands as happily—and often intentionally—unaware of the act, and instead favors the ‘strides’ made by their ancestors in the smoothing of relations between Pokemon and Humans as the focal point of the past.

The truth is not explicitly hidden, however. If one wished to, laying eyes on the details that incriminate the lawmakers of the past would be no more difficult than consistently combing through a very long and boring online document.

You know—the exact sort of thing that one would expect a child not to do.

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3.5 YEARS FOLLOWING THE BIRTH OF SUYA REDD—THE REDD ESTATE—LATE SUMMER

Once again within a house free from the summer’s lingering heat, Cruz’s lean through his neighbors’ front door ended with a quiet exhalation as opposed to an announcement of his entrance. Recently freed from an affair that had formalized his choice of dress whilst simultaneously drawing his wits thin and ragged, his mind chose to focus on the fulfillment of the responsibilities he had taken for himself (these being his self-imposed visits he paid to the Redd family) over their being fulfilled properly.

Sluggish and sweaty, the youth shuffled his way through the house in search of these responsibilities. Finding the lobby and living room curiously devoid of its usual culprits, his legs mechanically bent his winding path of progression into the kitchen.

At its mouth, he faced a space familiar, but unusually dark. Less than a full step into its confines, this darkness was replaced by familiar shapes and sounds—all before he could so much as blink.

“Congratulations on getting into middle school, Cruz!!!” a trio of voices chimed. “We know you’ll do great!”

With both light and memory at his disposal, Cruz dissolved his astonishment into a mild bout of flattered bashfulness.

Ahead of him stood the females of the Redd family, each lending their hands to the support of a plated cake.

Kaona—the Gardevoir at the group’s center—assumed the majority of the dishes support. Taller than both of her daughters at 4 feet and 11 inches in height, she had intentionally lowered her hands to bring the plated pastry down to a height that her daughters’ hands could contribute to. In doing so, the upper half of her body and the grown swell of her G-cup bust against the thin, long-sleeve black blouse that clothed it were made almost as apparent as the cake itself. Given the inviting smile that held across the matronly Pokemon’s face, Cruz could only assume that this level of exposure was intentional.

To either side of Kaona were Kirlia very much reminiscent of the woman that had given birth to them. Differentiated from one another by their heights, choice of dress, and the organization of the pale-green ‘helmets’ that adorned their skulls into personally selected hairstyles, both girls were very much recognizable as different from the other.

To the left was Anya. At just over 3 and a half feet, she did not need to perk up onto her tip toes to aid her mother in supporting the cake they had created together. The height it had been lowered down to perfectly suited her own, as well as the span of her arms—contribution was no more difficult than raising her arms to chest height, smiling, and ensuring that her standing posture did not obscure the gelatinous bust of her school uniform nor the highly-cut, lower hem of its skirt.

Expectedly, Suya’s contribution to Cruz’s overall ‘surprise’ was the most minimal, yet also the most heartfelt. Just under 3 feet in height, stretching from both of her arms and a balancing act on the toeless fronts of her feet was required for her hands to touch the plate that her mother had secured. Bogged down by her own pair of D-Cup breasts (largely compressed underneath a youth-sized t-shirt) and a body structure otherwise without the appreciable plumpness offered by her mother and sister, the act seemed to require a considerable amount of exertion for her frame. Occasionally did she teeter at her mother’s side, but never did she fall away from contributing alongside her family.

From these three, such effortful action was hardly surprising. Even so, the seconds that followed the burst of light and sound that they had created moved Cruz to a bashful smile, and a defensive drop of his gaze toward the floor.

“Dad really can’t stop talking about this school thing, huh?” he exhaled, a weary quality to his voice. Aimlessly tousling the hair at the back of his head, several seconds of embarrassed smiling at the ground eventually drew his features back upwards to face the Pokemon at his front.

“I would’ve told you guys earlier, but I thought it’d make more sense if I came over here after getting my uniform and stuff. So much for me surprising you guys I guess…”

Fueled by the youth’s earnest confession, each of the Pokemon at his front broke away from one another. Both Anya and Suya traded their positions at Kaona’s side for positions hugging up to the opposing halves of his body. Totally indifferent to the compression of their ample cleavage against these regions, their leap into contact with him was followed by the direction of two innocent and excited stares up at his face. Were one not explicitly aware of the differences between Pokemon and humans, one could easily imagine the gestures as those that two daughters might subject their father to.

Such was the appearance of their actions, anyway.

“C’mon, Cruz! Getting surprised is something you’re suppos’ta smile about, remember?” Anya chirped. “You’re always here helping out for whatever reason! The least you could do is let us surprise you with somethin’ nice sometimes!”

Shifting her earnest gaze into a mischievous smile, a curious lean by the Kirlia onto her front foot saw even more of her perpetually-heated cleavage mashed against Cruz's left arm and ribcage. Not far behind her mother's more proportional G-Cups, the F-Cup meat that Anya sported added a distinctly perverse quality to her school-uniform's blouse. Per usual, though, her attention sat far removed from the obvious sexuality she exuded.

“ ‘sides, if you wanna blame anyone, it’s gotta be Mom. When she heard you got into the same school as me she was went toats crazy!” she teased, head turned backwards to direct a teasing smile at her mother. “It was all “We must do something!” this and “Cruz likes sweets!” that. I kinda wanted to take you out for something nice by myself, but I couldn’t just let her get all the credit for making something, y’know?”

Before Cruz could breathe out a jovial response, a tug from his right side again split his attention between the Kirlia at his front. Nodding in silent confirmation, a flat-faced Suya spoke the moment she found herself to have procured some of Cruz’s attention.

“Me too.” she replied, voice quiet and girlish. “I wanted to help, too. Are you happy, Cruz?”

Quite familiar with both girls and their not-so-indirect attention garnering efforts, Cruz chuckled, and raised both of his hands away from his side. Dropping his palms squarely atop both of their heads, he affectionately patted the regions to feed the bottomless hunger for ‘praise’ that the pair had been born with.

“I am, I am. I just feel a little bad, that’s all.” he replied.

Raising her voice from across the room, a suggestive chuckle rumbled from the back of Kaona’s throat.

“And why is that, Mr.Middle School Student?” she suggested. “You’re not too old to be taken care of, Cruz. You do a lot for all of us, but don’t forget that you’re still biologically younger than Anya and I. That makes you the youngest male in our family—you can’t expect us not to want to spoil you sometimes.” she teased.

“I’ve gotten used to that part, Kaona. I just feel bad for Arthur.” replied Cruz. “Today was his day off; I had thought you guys would’ve gone out to do something as a family or something, y’know? Having you guys stay in to bake just for me makes me feel like I got in the way or something…”

Kaona did not respond to this inquiry. Instead abandoning her dutiful plating of cake slices at the dining table, she strut straight over to a position just behind her two daughters.

Like clockwork, her arrival here incited change. Smoothly and silently, Suya and Anya detached themselves from Cruz’s frame. Whilst Anya remained off to his left, Suya began on a sudden patter towards the kitchen entrance opposite the one Cruz stood at.

By the time Kaona arrived at his right, the reason for the trio’s transition became clear. Unlike Cruz, their senses had detected movement within the house.

“What? And let the kid that is constantly over here making my life easier feel like he isn’t important?” Arthur suggested, miniature frame sliding from out of the kitchen’s opposite entrance. “Modesty is one thing, but you can’t go around thinking every good thing that happens to you is a bad thing for everyone else, Cruz. Where’s the fun in that?”

Steps into his ingress, the woefully underdeveloped adult Pokemon stopped to catch his youngest daughter’s assault of his lower body. Naturally incapable of hoisting her into his arms, he waddled into the kitchen with both of his hands secured against her back and his attention directed back at the adult-sized trio at the other side of the kitchen.

Curiously, their positions defied what his mind’s eye had generated at the outset of trip toward the kitchen. All three of them had already turned to face him, and both Kaona and Anya could be found standing in very close contact with the right and left sides of Cruz’s body.

Shrugging off their organization as coincidental, he continued his explanation without further delay.

“These three couldn’t help themselves when they heard the news; I couldn’t have stopped them if I had tried.” he explained. “That aside, work had me exhausted this morning. Letting them use the day for a surprise let me get some extra sleep, so it really just killed two birds with one stone.

“So relax! It isn’t that often we get to show you how much you mean to all of us, so just for today, why don’t you try celebrating like a normal kid? Extravagant party and a—“

*SCHLK-PLRT-SCHLK-PLRT*

Briefly, a series of barely-audible noises flattened Arthur’s tongue mid-speech. Wet, guttural, and inexplicably frequent, their acuity bent his ears towards potential sources as he approached the larger members of his family. For a moment, his mind ascertained their true source as situated behind Kaona, Cruz, and Anya. However, upon arrival just below the trio, the noises had all but disappeared.

Recognizing that his silence had drawn stares of confusion from his family, the topic in its entirety was flushed from his mind as swiftly as it had been drawn in.

“A-And yeah… extravagant party and all.” he finished. “Anyway, Anya tells me that classes don’t officially start for you guys until next week. You’ve got no excuse, kid. Like it or not, you’re going to drop a day of your usual routine and have some fun.”

On cue, Kaona nodded in agreement to this statement, and put on her warmest smile for Arthur to see.

“You’re exactly right, dear; today should be Cruz’s day.” Keeping her side up against Cruz’s, she leaned forward and drew her smiling features up closer to the blonde youth’s face. “We’ll start with some cake, and after that, we can talk about what to do for the rest of the evening. I’ve already called your father, so you can’t play that card this time!”

Drawing yet another happily exasperated response from Cruz and a teasing giggle from Anya, Kaona’s utterance soothed the air of uncertainty hanging within the kitchen into one of warmth and inevitability. The evening was to be spent amongst the five of them—a change of pace from the foursome typically imposed by Arthur’s absence.

Amongst these five of them, only one stood as ignorant as to this unspoken conclusion. Tugging actively against her father’s slacks, a concerned Suya broke the silence amongst them with protest.

“But Ice-cream….!” neither crying nor whining, the urgency within her voice seemed to suggest that her older peers had forgotten something. “Cake needs ice-cream, daddy. Didn’t you say you’d get some for the cake?”

Momentarily left wide-eyed, a derisive chuckle popped past Arthur’s lips.

“Ah, man. I was, wasn’t I?” he suggested aloud. “Nothing gets by you, huh sweetie?

Sticking to her urgent tugging, Suya nodded her head.

“Can you please go get some? I’ll come too if you want me to...” she requested.

Immediately, Arthur flicked his features upwards to gaze at Kaona. What he received in return was a nod, and from this a response to provide his daughter.

“It’s fine, sweetie. You just stay here with Cruz and your mother—I’ll be back before you know it.” he replied, head shaking in refusal. Subsequently releasing his loving brace of the Kirlia’s back, he stepped backwards to begin on his way out of the kitchen.

“Feel free to start without me, too. With Anya’s sweet-tooth, I know she will anyway, so don’t hold back on my account.”

“I do not have a sweet-tooth!”

“Haha, sure you don’t! Back soon!”

With this, Arthur departed from the kitchen, and soon enough from the house entirely.

Coincidental to his exit was the reappearance of the faint squelching noises that had piqued his curiosity minutes prior. This time much louder and wetter, their echo throughout the kitchen again suggested its source as being situated behind Cruz, Kaona, and Anya.

From the beginning, this was precisely where they had come from. Had the male Ralts trusted himself enough to take a short few steps around the stalwart trio, his eyes would have found Cruz’s hands underneath the skirts worn by his wife and daughter, and his fingers engaged in a vigorous, well-lubricated digit-fucking of their orifices.

But he hadn’t looked.

He never would—not whilst Cruz remained every bit the son that his loins refused to sire…

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DAMN, THAT’S ROUGH, B. I MEAN, CAKE WITHOUT ICE-CREAM? FUCK THAT SOUNDS WACK.

The scene that unfolded within the Redd family kitchen following Arthur’s departure greatly deviated from the wholesome image of familial warmth that the man had departed from.

First separating their soaked lower lips from the fingers that Cruz had plugged and stirred within their depths, both Kaona and Anya undressed themselves as quickly as their obscenely-feminine frames would allow. Shamelessly exposing the impossibly-massive breasts at their chests, both left their parted and peeled panties in place prior to a drop down to the floor and an aggressive ingress towards Cruz’s crotch. Both fighting to ensure that their breasts consumed the dominant fraction of the youth’s crotch (and the growing bulge at its center), their ghost-white mounds and the meaty, gelatin-pink nipples affixed to their fronts eventually contributed to the formation of a massive flesh sandwich at the region.

Between the pair, Kaona was the first to recognize that she could not overcome her daughter, nor could her daughter overcome her. Accepting her throbbing real-estate as a ‘mature’ young woman, she swiftly drew her hands upwards to hook her fingers under the waistline of Cruz’s slacks. Dragging the pre-loosened garment downwards, she progressively exposed the growing erection hidden at his crotch until its length and girth demanded that she and Anya move backwards to allow it a proper unfurling from its smothered compression.

With the trunk’s exposure came an all-too-familiar period of transfixed starring and girlishly perverse smiling from the pair. Anya from her infancy and Kaona for nearly 5 years, Cruz’s unwashed erection represented their mutual definitions of happiness and freedom. Fundamentally dumbstruck by the rank scent that it carried and their learned love for the semen undoubtedly swirling within the crotch behind it, neither female moved from out of their squatted ogle until the flow of blood throughout Cruz’s frame fattened his member to the grease-buffed length and girth that they remembered so fondly.

Again, it was Kaona—the veteran young mother who had poisoned her daughter with affection towards human cockmeat—who was first to act in response to this. Reasserting her cleavage’s frontal crease against the left side of Cruz’s loaf-thick erection, she purposed the cup-size she had over her daughter to envelop 60% of his crotch’s surface with her breasts.

When Anya was awoken by the burst of an addiction-rooted orgasm from between her lower lips, her recognition of Kaona’s advance slapped a scowl across her previously cock-drunk features. Immediately smearing her breasts across the remaining span of Cruz’s crotch and enveloping her tawdry portion of his cock between her breasts, she left her features in a dead-on stare at her mother’s.

Unsurprisingly for a teenager, the words silently spoken by the rage threaded into her expression were quickly verbalized by her flared temper.

“God, you are such a bitch, Mom! Today was supposed to be my turn to be Cruz’s cock-sleeve!” she complained, the fanged incisors within her mouth flashed for each word that left her lips. “You knew that, but you just had to be your greedy, jizz-toilet-self and come up with this celebration cake shit just so I’d have to share!

“All you’ve done since you evolved is fight with me over stuff that we decided when I was a little kid! You’re not the only fuckhole that Cruz has to use anymore, and you’re sure as hell not gonna be the best one for much longer! Try and get in my way as much as you want: in the end, you’re gonna be stuck with Dad’s worthless body and I’m gonna be the one who gives babies to Cruz like a proper fleshtoilet!” she shouted.

Instinctually, Kaona met her Anya’s disrespectful aggressiveness in kind. First pressing her chest inward in a subversion of her daughter’s comparatively-lesser bust, she afterwards flashed a hateful anger far-removed from her motherly qualities across her features with a speed that exceeded a flame’s spread through deadfall.

“You will do NO SUCH THING, young lady!” she barked, fangs bared in light equivalence to her daughter’s. “Arrangement or not, it was my body that Cruz used while you were too young to realize the hunger that I implanted in you. If I choose to offer myself at the same time you do, your only choice is to prove yourself a better piece of fuckmeat than I am!” she argued.

“But you can’t do that, can you, dear?” applying a venomous condescension to her voice, her response saw the rage on her face broken down into a haughty smile. “I’ve seen you vomit up loads he’s fed you too many times to count. You can’t even stay conscious while he flushes cum into that infertile jizz-dumpster you call an asshole! Say what you will about your father, but it’s you who has to suffer because of his useless genes. You may have my physical traits, but a selfish brat like you will never surpass me in fertility!”

Goaded by her mother’s response, Anya grit her teeth, and again pumped her chest inwards to begin properly competing with her. As soon as she did so, vitriolic comments about her mother’s age and choice in men burst from between her lips. To this, Kaona responded with vitriol of her own regarding the vaginal ban imposed on her by Cruz for the sake of ‘family maintenance’. These comments instigated another outburst from Anya, thus inciting a seemingly endless chain of argument from both of the seething women.

All too often did Cruz find himself in the middle of arguments such as this. What had begun as infrequent spats between the pair following Anya’s arrival at maturity had become outright competition between them.

Biologically, humans were to blame for their dysfunction—or so history stated. In order to live longer lives relative to their peers, female SEPH were bred to harbor fierce competitive instincts when surrounded by females of similar genetic quality. Habitually, the best breeders of any given Pokemon party received the most care by their trainers, thus leading to a longer overall lifespan in spite of the number of children they were made to bear.

For Cruz, knowing the specifics that underlined their behavior did not make it any less trying. Less than a minute into the fierce exchange, his tolerance was drawn thin enough to see him put an end to it altogether.

“Gardevoir, Kirilia: Use ‘PLAY NICE’.

PLAY NICE— TYPE: NORMAL CATEGORY:STATUS PP:20
—The user and the target becomes friends, and the target loses its will to fight. This lowers the target’s attack stat.
ADDENDUM: USAGE ON OR BETWEEN SEPH IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. UTTERANCE OR REPEATED UTTERANCE OF THIS MOVE IS TANTAMOUNT RACIAL SLUR OR LIBEL AND IS PUNISHABLE BY LAW.

The moment that Cruz uttered these commands, both Kaona and Anya were rendered glassy eyed and stagnant. Some seconds later, the return of life to their eyes saw each of them draw a hand up to their forehead as if suffering from a migraine. Before either could be made to wince or groan in irritation, all signs of discomfort were ghosted from their frames for seemingly no reason at all.

Free enough for a steady return to their upright postures, the aggression and anger that they had brandished towards one another became a thing of the past. Plastered to the lower halves of their faces were genuine smiles whilst the fires lit behind their eyes were replaced inexplicably by miniature hearts. If not for the trickles of blood that steadily descended from one of their two nostrils, one would have difficulty finding a mother-daughter pair more content with physical contact than the two of them.

Relieved by the sight, Cruz nodded his head in approval.

“Good girls. Doesn’t that feel better than screaming at each other?” he suggested. Sliding both of his hands away from his sides, he again lowered them down toward the pair of faces at his crotch. Initially caressing them at the jaw (action that was reciprocated by Kaona and Anya with nuzzles), he addressed them once certain they’d both been soothed enough to respond.

“Now, Anya does have a point, Kaona. We decided that the next chance we got together would be her chance to get some practice in.” he replied. “It’s true that you have several years of experience over her, but a good mother wouldn’t try to hold back her daughter from becoming a better cock-toilet, would she? It’s the only thing that she can contribute to society, after all.”

“I suppose that’s that true...”

“And Anya. Your mom is the one who decided to let you and your sister grow up knowing what you true place in the world is. Making her obsolete as a flesh factory is a good goal to have, but until you achieve that, aren’t you going to need an example to follow?”

“M-Maybe…”

“Right, well anyway…”

Sliding his palms from the cheeks of his Pokemon up to the opposing sides of their heads, he afterwards pushed his palms towards one another to squish Kaona and Anya together at the cheek.

“Simple little flesh sockets or not, you two have to coexist. So, I’ll leave it up to you: find a way to share with one another or neither of you will get anything.”

Neither Kaona nor Anya hesitated in the face of Cruz’s request. The effect of the status move they had used against one another remained apparent in the amiable nods that they produced and the persistence of positive affect across their faces, but even without it, neither female wished to disobey a direct request from the youth above them.

For a time, the pair held their squatting positions to either side of the now-totally-engorged spire of cockmeat. Not a word passed between them, but gestures ranging from nods to responsive giggles were exchanged between them over the course of several minutes.

Cruz guessed that the two of them were engaging in telepathy. ‘Why’ was not clear to him, but given thought, his request stuck out as the primary cause. After all, as long as he did not hear them bickering, the words that they exchanged were entirely inconsequential.

Not long after the mother-daughter pair exchanged a definitive nod did their method of ‘sharing’ become readily apparent to him.

Initially sliding her chest outwards to allow Anya’s breasts a more legitimate engulfing of Cruz’s cock, Kaona subsequently raised her finger-less hands up to ‘sandwiching’ positions against the outer-sides of both of Anya’s breasts. Still bracing her daughter’s bust against her own, she applied pressure to the warmed outer side of each buoyant mound until she could feel the throbbing and twitching of the male spire between them through her palms.

For all of its simplicity, the act brought further color to the older Pokemon’s visage. Per the ‘consequences’ of several years spent servicing the orifice-bruising erection between her daughter’s breasts, even guarded contact with its heat and veins was capable of inducing pleasure within her. Compounded alongside the mild high tied to her breathing in air humid and reeking with human cock-stink, her mind was very nearly made to believe that one of her more ‘legitimate’ orifices had been penetrated by the vein-bulked endowment.

The oldest of the two Pokemon was not allowed to squat in her stupor for long. Upon feeling her breasts fall into her mother’s grasp, Anya raised her own hands up along Kaona’s sides. Drawing the surface of her palms into contact with her cheeks, she briefly applied pressure to both regions to remind Kaona of what was to come.

When Kaona parted her lips per their unspoken plan, Anya plunged her left and dominant hand into her mouth. Utilizing the green limb’s slender daintiness to her advantage, she drove it as far down as the back of her throat.

Then began her thrusting. Knowledgeable as to the pleasure receptors that sex with Cruz had propagated within her mother’s body, she took to ‘fisting’ the back of her throat and the beginnings of her esophagus with her left hand whilst her right hand sat situated against her neck at a brace.

With this, the ‘reasoning’ behind their actions became much more apparent. Seconds into Anya’s tactile fucking of the back of her mother’s throat, the outflow of saliva, mucus, and a curiously-thick biological lubricant from between her lips were worked to a volume that required expulsion. Teased by both sexual stimulation and irritation, the older Pokemon’s gag reflex discharged these substances via the occasional wet wretch. These initial-few mouthfuls of clear sludge were spewed out with a force well-shy of projectile vomiting, but nevertheless significant enough to see them delivered past the lower-regions of Kaona’s neck and the beginnings of her bust.

Naturally, this left the fluid to splatter against the partly-exposed exterior of Cruz’s cocktip. Sloppily bathed in the substance within a handful of Kaona’s wretches, those that followed sent considerable amounts of goo down into a slow roll across the surface of his member, and down the length of the shared ‘breast-pussy’ made from Kaona’s and Anya’s cleavage.

The consistency of her daughter’s oral fisting was quick to make Kaona a much less ‘confrontational’ iteration of herself. Heart-embedded eyes euphorically up-turned, the stimulation punched through the back of her throat by her daughter’s slickened limb soon succeeded in making the set of lips at her crotch quiver and squirt with a similar consistency.

Even so, she did not rest on her laurels. Mustering the ‘control’ bestowed upon her by the countless facial impalements that Cruz had treated her to, the spillage of her mouth’s cunt-juice against Cruz’s cock and between Anya’s breasts moved her to play her part. Intensifying the sandwich of her daughter’s buoyant breast fat against Cruz’s cock whilst simultaneously drawing more of their flesh into the act (a feat likely achieved by psychic energy), she subsequently began flicking her wrists upward and downward at a consistent pace. Drawing the flesh she had collected and compressed up and down through each motion that she produced, she manipulated the increasingly-gooey cunt stored between Anya’s breasts in her steed to see its confines purposed for Cruz’s pleasure. This she did without closing her mouth to the invasive plunging of Anya’s hand through the back of her throat, and without any sort of consistent focus on what her hands were doing.

Cruz had requested that she share with her daughter; sexual pleasure—no matter how extreme—could not be allowed to keep her from doing so effectively.

Equally motivated by a learned loyalty to her human owner, Anya presented equivalent willingness (and happiness) to respond to the orders passed to her. Turning her features away from her mother’s in time with the beginning of her breasts’ strenuous application as a cocksleeve, she beamed up at Cruz whilst wearing a smile more so adorable than perverse.

“How’s this, Cruz? This is better, right? This is how a good pair of stupid SEPH fuckholes would share with each other, right ♥?” she inquired, voice strained in search of approval. “Please say that we’re doing a good job. I don’t want to waste time on something you don’t like, Cruz. I can’t be a good partner for you unless I know how to make you feel good, so if this is bad, just tell me and we’ll use our squishy, worthless bodies to do something else for you, okay?”

These suggestions did not leave Anya’s lips baselessly. As she produced them, her stirring of the back of her mother’s throat grew more intense. Plunges of her hand that had seen only the beginnings of her spittle-drenched limb push into her esophagus became regular penetrations of the pleasure tube. Consequential to these curved blows was a much more consistent outflow of clear throat-slop from Kaona’s lips, and as a result, the injection of further heat and moisture into the interior of her cunt-pussy.

Unwilling to allow her daughter to make off with the event’s spotlight, Kaona responded to her own orgasmic regurgitations with a momentary sharpening and slowing of the depressive smother she had applied to Anya’s breasts. Sliding the spread of her palms from the midsection of her breasts down near their underside, she there reapplied all of the pressure she had generated previously. With this, the very next ‘ascension’ attempted by her wrists drove Anya’s breasts in their entirety up along Cruz’s pulsing girth. Throughout, the choking pressure imposed on the base of her breasts (and the base of her breast canal as a consequence) saw Anya’s flesh smothered into nerve-rending contact with the steely rigidity and virile heat that Cruz’s cock exuded. Whereas the entirety of the canal was allowed a taste of these qualities, only it’s bottom half was treated to the crippling stimulation indigenous to the depression of a too-large cock into a too-small hole.

At the peak of this ascension (a point that successfully obscured 80% of Cruz’s cock with sandwiched breastmeat), Kaona slackened her wrists, and allowed both of her daughter’s mounds to fall back into a wet flop against her own. In doing so, the slop and precum wrung from between her breasts into a cleavage-topping puddle was again granted descent along the flesh of Cruz’s shaft, and the biting pressure imposed on his member’s meat was provided contrast in the form of a wet free-fall of breast meat across its veins.

No sooner was the position of Anya’s breasts reset did Kaona apply herself to regular repetitions of the milking ministration.

Cumulatively, both Kaona and Anya stressed the advantages of their respective positions in search of favor from their youthful owner whilst at the same time appearing as if they were in harmony with one another. Lest further bloodstains be applied to their faces by a second draw from their movepools, this much was the most that they could manage.

What satisfaction Cruz reaped from the pump of Anya’s breasts along his member and Kaona’s face-fucking did not blind him to the truth behind the pair’s actions. Years prior, he had recognized that the familial bond embedded into them by Anya’s birth had eroded into a relationship of convenience similar to that which they shared with Arthur. Though they harbored familial love within themselves and seemed willing to acknowledge this love if told to, this ‘love’ did not exist within the core of their beings.

Fundamentally, they viewed each other as competition—as someone to defeat, surmount, and ultimately invalidate.

In a way, this knowledge was far more satisfying to Cruz than the sight of Kaona’s slop-covered breasts or the spurts of precum that their grind against his member induced. He had changed them. Within mere years, he had violated a relationship written into their beings, and had motivated them to select a more antagonist relationship all on their own.

Cruz was not the only person present to see through their behavior. Happily forgotten off to her father’s side, Suya watched her mother and sister with a keen intent. Actions obscured by her usual flat, dead-pan expression, she presented her accomplishments only after she felt certain as to what she was seeing.

“Daddy, shouldn’t you just tell them the truth?” she suggested, eyes peering up at Cruz from just behind Kaona’s squatted frame. “They’re doing a good job, but they’re also lying. Working together doesn’t really matter to them—they’re such basal sows that the only reason they’re even trying is so that you’ll let them go back to competing…

“I think that’s mean. Isn’t it?” she inquired.

Moved to his first genuine chuckle in sometime, Cruz slanted his features towards Suya and smiled. Reaching out with his right hand to approvingly pat at her head, he afterwards returned to a stalwart observation of the increasingly feverish efforts put forth between Kaona and Anya.

“It is, Suya. I’d be meaner if I stopped them, though.” he replied.

“Why?”

“Because competition and performance is what they were born to do. You as well, but unlike you, these two weren’t born weren’t born with a shred of instinct control. Now that they’ve started, it is the only thing they can do that will make them happy.”

“I don’t really understand.”

“That’s fine; you will eventually. Until then, how about you just keep watching?”

“’Kay. Understanding isn’t that important to me. If you’ll make them do something that I can help out with, I’m fine with letting them fight until they die or whatever.”

Moved equally by his conversation with Suya and the pleasant weight swelling within the base of his member, Cruz again convened his palms atop the pair of skulls by his crotch. Fastening each, he peeled Kaona and Anya away from one another to bring the grind of sweaty and slimy breast meat along his erection to an end.

Without one another’s weight to lean on, both women tottered before falling back squarely on the ample cushioning of their rears. Kaona left with lips and cheeks plastered in saliva and Anya with breasts gleaming with cock-grease and pubic hair, neither seemed much worse for the wear for all the effort that they had exerted.

In particularly ‘good health’ relative to what she had endured was Kaona.

“S-Suya, a girl your age shouldn’t be speaking l-like that.” she suggested, voice moistened and hoarsened. “Don’t forget that you’ve no obligation to follow Anya’s example. W-With your tolerance, you could…”

“You could do…

“…”

Briefly, a coincidental wander of the older woman’s line of sight away from her daughter and toward the erect and aroused phallus in front of her pinched her tongue and tightened her throat. Try as she might to overcome these symptoms and finish speaking, that which left her lips when the scent of the swollen erection returned to prominence within her nose became limited to the occasional giggle.

Well used to being disregarded in favor of a cock, Suya rolled her eyes. A childish ‘whatever’ began to itch at the back of her throat, but before she could release it, action from her sister made further flippancy unnecessary.

Lunging forward, the older Kirilia smothered her sex-greased breasts against her mother’s to drive her down back-first against the floor. Immediately turning her head backwards, she met her younger sister’s features with an annoyed frown.

“You can be jealous and sulk later, Suya. Cruz hasn’t finished using us yet, so stop bothering him already!”

“Make me you fat-breasted bitch…”

Too soft-spoken for her own good, Suya muttered a response that she was certain her sister would not hear. Instead seeming as though she had clammed up as told, she motivated her older sister to turn her scowl into a beam.

“Anyway, you stopped us because you got bored, right Cruz?” she suggested, positive features slanted back at the youth. “I’m probably right, so you should use us just like this! It’s kinda like sharing, isn’t it?

“M-Maybe you could use my cunt this time, too? I’m for sure not…not o-ovulating or anything, so please? I-I know you say it doesn’t matter, b-but this way Mom and I can, y’know…share!”

In the same breath, Anya referenced the position she had forced her mother into and the sole point of incongruence with their lower bodies. At present, her rear sat situated over her mother’s crotch—a placement that availed the four holes between the two of them for immediate usage by the youth behind them. However, whilst Kaona’s mound sat exposed by a right-side peel of her panties’ crotch, her own remained covered by the medical plaster put in place to guard against risky behavior from her or her owner.

As the young man who endorsed and enforced its placement, Cruz visually considered the offering set out before him for some time. Inevitably, though, his staring leaned him closer toward ‘opportunity’, and much further away from ‘precaution’.

“Really, not at all?” he retorted, hand rising to his chin in confusion. “I read that in the past, SEPHs exposed to sexual contact with humans for long enough were susceptible to spontaneous ovulation if penetrated. Given how fucking hopeless you and Kaona are, wouldn’t that be kinda dangerous for the family life you have now?”

“U-Uh…w-welll…”

“You know your body better than I do, though! If you say it’s safe, why shouldn’t you get a chance to get your insides split over a human cock? In the end, it’d come down to an adult making a choice and accepting the potential consequences, right?”

“W-Well, yeah! I’ve been mature for a whole year now. I-I can choose for myself what I think is safe or not!”

At this, Cruz merely smiled. Taking a step towards the pair, he next addressed Kaona.

“And you? What do you think, Kaona? Do you think this is a good choice for Anya to make?”

Surmounting her stupor, Kaona rolled her eyes in strained disinterest towards her daughter’s plight.

“I’ve already said what I wanted to say. If…if agreeing with her choice lets you start using my cunt as a disposable fucktoy again, then I agree.” she replied. “I’ve been without you and stuck with my husband’s useless cock instead of yours for an entire week now. You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t feel like sharing a right I’ve already earned…”

Again made to roll his shoulders and chuckle, Cruz bent his knees, and finally reached out towards the soaked plaster spread out across Anya’s womanhood. Pinching its corner, a rigid flick of his wrist tore its failing adhesive-face from off of her hairless mound. A lighter flick saw it discarded, and prompted his frame back to a standing position behind the pair.

“I guess it’s settled, then!” Cruz chirped. “Looking forward to see what becomes of you, Anya…”

-

MUTUAL SATISFACTION

During the years that had passed since Kaona’s first marital transgression and the birth of her second daughter, Cruz had spent the majority of his time with the Redd family honing his skills at multi-tasking. With a total of three Pokemon females within the family—all three having been exposed or otherwise made aware of the instincts bred into their beings over hundreds of years—becoming more adept at juggling their behaviors and libidos was something that deemed necessary if he was to continue using them.

Thus far, his performance cap for simultaneous management had been raised to sit at two. What effort he had put in over a few short years had granted him the physical resources and stamina required to ‘deal with’ both Kaona and Anya at the same time—no matter the depth or nature of their desires.

It was as a result of his cultivated capability that the youth did not find himself daunted or ‘sluggish’ when faced with the double-decker orifice set of Anya’s panty-clad buttocks atop Kaona’s syrup-drenched lower lips.

He had seen the sight before. Provided he adhered to patterns that had worked in the past whilst keeping the undefined ‘time-restraints’ of the event in mind, neither woman would be left without the stimulation or internal fulfillment that he had promised them.

Keeping to the pattern that he had established thus far, the first pair of hips that he applied his palms to belonged to Anya. Upon smothering his palms to the curved regions and freeing them from their squeeze against the meat of her thighs, he drew Anya’s rear inwards just far enough to leave her female mound situated above her mother’s.

Before he could manipulate her frame further, a sudden dump of the Kirlia’s upper body flicked her buttocks up to a height that left her perspiring womanhood at an ideal height for his erection.

“Please~! P-Please put in in, Cruz!” Anya cooed. “I wanna feel your cock melt my cunt into a better shape for it! I’ve wanted it for years! When you stick it in, I-I’ll finally be a proper Poke-bitch for you!

“So do it! B-Breed my greedy fucking cunt l-like the useless babymaker it is ♥!” she begged.

As Anya had positioned her frame as he had intended to, Cruz moved straight to the fulfillment of her request. Driving his crotch inwards and downwards as a far less fortunate male might plant a shovel into earth, he engaged his quadriceps and abdominals in a heavy, hilt-depth depression of his member between her lower lips. Driving his log-like girth through the virginally-tight confines of her womanhood, neither the friction nor internal convulsion that was pushed out against his member throughout harried his ingress. In a manner not unlike the fitting of one’s hand into a fresh latex glove, Anya’s frothing cunt was made to spread, expand, and ultimately smother the grotesque extension of cockmeat offered by her owner.

Equally amused and aroused, a chuckle escaped Cruz’s lips.

“Congrats, Anya! Now you have no other choice but to follow in your mother’s footsteps and become another smiling flesh-socket for humans to seed and abuse!” he started, his tone distinctly more malicious and condescending. “I can’t really tell one set of SEPH insides from another, but it almost feels like your cunt is squirming around my cock as hard as Kaona’s did back then…

“I guess I should take that to mean that you’re already feeling good? Ha, you two pigs are really mother and daughter, aren’t you?”

His ‘praise’ stated, Cruz wrenched his hips backwards and his crotch outwards to draw his member through a harsh, cunt-meat dogged extraction from the depths of Anya’s uncorked womanhood. Peeling his erection’s inches as far outwards as the ragged, more darkly-shaded bulk of his glans, he took a moment to brace himself prior to corkscrewing these cunt-glazed inches straight back through to the punishing hilt that he had imposed initially.

With her owner’s cocktip returned to its depressive kiss against her cervix, Anya screamed. Not in discomfort or bliss, but a maddening combination of the sensations that only a female born with the sexual satiation of males in mind might be able to enjoy.

“INSAAAAAAIDE ♥♥♥!! C-CRUZ’S COCK’SH F-FINALLY S-SPREADIN’ MY C-CUNT!” she exhaled, maw splayed orgasmically across Kaona’s collar bone. “D-DO IT ! F-FUCK ME ~! T-TURN MY INSIDE’S INN’U S-SPUTTERIN’ MEAT FOR YOUR COCK!”

Unsurprisingly, auditory competition for the word’s that left the lips at the top half of her body came from the set that Cruz had penetrated with his cock. Simultaneously, an explosion of arced spindles of cunt-juice from between her lower lips drenched Cruz’s crotch, and soaked through what fractions of her panties had not been soaked by sweat.

Incidentally, the noise induced by the outflow of her orgasm’s contents was not the primary point of contention for her screams. This privilege fell to the thrusts that Cruz produced following his first, and the hearty *CLOP-CLOP-CLOP* produced by his crotch’s impact against the meat of Anya’s rear. Throughout her outburst and long after it, these impacts punctuated the extent of the teenaged-Kirlia’s penetration, and again highlighted the perverse disparity between the size of her body and Cruz’s cock.

As Cruz again went about fulfilling his Pokemon’s debasing request, these disparities went entirely disregarded. Following a comparatively meager depression of Anya’s cervix against his glans, the youth went out of his way to ensure that the thrusts he stabbed through her taut canal were as invasive and ‘destructive’ as those her species had been biologically acclimated to. First tightening his brace on her hips to keep himself stable, he messily withdrew inches of his shaft from her folds until the portly-midsection of the urethra that bisected it sat exposed. Before Anya could be allowed to acclimate to their absence, another thrust from his hips plugged her depths full of his member’s entirety, and again placed a nauseating pressure on the baby-button at her womanhood’s back.

Repeating this pattern of injection and extraction over and over again at his usual, ‘youthful’ pace immediately subjected Anya’s innards to the simplification and ‘remodeling’ that she had called for. Very quickly were her stretched innards swelled puffy and wet by the constant entrance and exit of his member within their midst.

More obvious than the bloating of her inner walls into the glorified cock-suckers commonly maintained by female breeders was the consistent, stomach-distending punch of cockmeat underneath the flesh of her middle. Every single frame-weighted dump of cockmeat through the Kirlia’s cunt carried with it enough force to tease the girth and length of Cruz’s and its foremost inches from underneath her midsection. Contorted upwards and outwards in the shape of a lengthy cliff of modest height, these bulges distorted her gut at positions that differed slightly from one another per stab that Cruz completed.

Given a glance of Anya’s middle and the speed with which these grotesque bulges were inflated and deflated at it, the ‘destructive reformation’ that she had requested was bound to appear as more of an inevitability than something Cruz could offer at will.

As the ‘mattress’ that her daughter’s abdominals were fucked into, Kaona knew far better than to assume that her daughter’s penetration would end without her cunt being fucked to suit Cruz’s cock. Every lengthy bulge that Cruz’s thrusts birthed at Anya’s midsection was one inadvertently punched against her own midsection. Made to feel the drive of a flesh-blunted cocktip against the tender exterior of her abdominals (the central muscles layered over her womb in particular), the weight of these plunges filled in every possible mental ‘blank’ she harbored regarding Anya’s experience with graphic visual images of her insides greedily suckling to Cruz’s cock.

These images were not the sort that a SEPH starved for her owner’s cock ought to look at. A minute of the slide-show narrated by her daughter’s moans and enhanced by the drenching of her own feminine innards unsealed her lips, and forced her to beg in defense of herself.

“Please!! Let me f-feel you too, Cruz? P-Please fill up my cunt with your cock—NUUGHHYUAAA♥!”

As quickly as Kaona placed her request was it granted to her. As there were only so many things that the older woman could have asked for, Cruz rightly assumed that feeling Anya be fucked overtop her had become too arousing for her to withstand.

Recognizing this, he began to juggle. First drawing his member from Anya’s cunt to the tune of needy mewls and viscous spatters of her internal lubrication down onto Kaona’s crotch, he then dropped himself down into a position propped up on bent knees. Angling his cocktip downwards, a thrust from his hips and the reverberating *GLRRP!* that sounded out from Kaona’s split cunt scrambled her words into an incoherent moan.

Having already established a rhythm for himself, the spread of Kaona’s innards across his cock and their fitted suckle to its veins and contours prompted him to reapply the ministrations he had used to batter and loosen her daughter’s slit.

Doing so proved immediately effective—almost too much so. Skewering the Gardevoir’s lower lips with half-length impalements after such a sound hilt within them reminded the meaty orifice as to how it had been brought to its current state. A half-dozen sloppy injections into the squirting slit saw its learned suckling patterns reapplied to the more sensitive regions of Cruz’s member, and an abuse-able pliancy to the meat at her canal’s back.

Whereas his thrusts within Anya could have been likened to a piledriver’s downward smother of gooey, baby-making trass, those that he laid into Kaona appeared more similar to the depression of a pipe into a crevice dug solely for its shape. What time Kaona had spent without his member within her had granted her confines a cloying humidity and tightness across the inches closest to its mouth, but throughout its back half, the participation that it offered to the event was as per usual. The mashing of a solid helmet of cock flesh across sticky cuntmeat was met with regular orgasmic quivers pleasurable solely to the male responsible for it, and the dilation of her cervix that worsened with every injection was waved off by her frame as inevitability.

Before Cruz could be brought to perceive the differences between Kaona’s cunt and her daughter’s, the flexibility of Anya’s swamped cock-sleeve gave way to an outright availing of her cervix. Granted just after an especially deep inward flick of his crotch, another suffocating squeeze of her cervix around the enflamed girth of his member ended with the organ assuming the role of a throbbing cock-ring for his endowment’s middle. All of the inches from this point upward were smothered into the equally ‘familiar’ confines of her womb whilst the spearhead of glans flesh at their tip tented the organ’s ceiling.

Rightly, the occurrence of this event so early on into her penetration steeped Kaona’s good mood into total hysteria.

“M-Mhnnggggh♥ FUCK YES. FUCKYES FUCKYES FUCKYESSS!!” she cooed.

“J-JUST LIKE T-THAT! U-USE ALL OF MY C-CUNT AS A FUCKHOLE ♥!” she requested, a strained breathlessness to her tone. “P-Please!! T-Turn the gooey fuckmeat inside m-me into a breeding f-factory again! M-My inside aren’t n-nearly as stubborn as my d-daughter’s, so you can seed -them however you want!”

Arousing as these words were to hear, Cruz did not deviate.

Once within Kaona’s womb, the thrusts that he produced became even shorter in duration. Leaning his torso into each one so as to worsen the tenting of her womb around his cocktip, he worked himself through the speedy pattern until he found himself with the strength to raise his lower body into a deep crouch. Sustained at the tips of his toes, the ascension settled his crotch (and the shaft extending from it) up to a more invasive angle of penetration/extraction. Following placement, the very same short-length thrusts he had devoted himself to became tinged by a visual brutality difficult to discern as one of hateful or sexual. Ignoring the teasing flutters of canal meat against his member and the orgasmic splatter of fluids against his crotch, he delivered his member downward and inwards as if trying to break through another wall within Kaona’s guts.

No such wall existed, of course. Nevertheless, his goring her in this manner and stressing both of their frames closer to their limits was something that the youth believed to be his right. Even if he did in fact succeed in seeding her innards again or permanently breaking them, these could be considered as a small price to pay for his exercising it.

Fortunately for Kaona, she was no longer the sole outlet with which the youth could ‘express’ himself. Just as the distention of Anya’s middle had brought her to produce a plea for her own ‘turn’, the constant, serpentine grind of cockmeat through her middle and against Anya’s eventually moved the younger Pokemon to stand up for herself.

“C-C’mon, Cruz. That’s e-enough, isn’t it? D-Don’t waste all of your energy on Mom’s used-up cunt!” she sulked, features more so eager than saddened. Turning her gaze backwards, she found her suitor’s features situated just over her right shoulder. “Y-You haven’t even finished breaking me yet. I-If you don’t, I-I’ll never get to feel m-my tummy get bloated with y-your baby-juice…”

The timing and contents of Anya’s request pushed Cruz from his destructive high back down to a point of procedural calm—much to his chagrin. Again was he reminded of the overall goal of his time with the pair, and again did he recall that other restrictions against mindless devotion to one of them had already been put in place.

Leaving his hips halted in another hilt within Kaona’s cunt, he spoke.

“….Whew. You two really make me wonder if greed is the only thing that the ready-made sows of your species can actually feel.” he exhaled. “You’ve got a point, though. Let’s find out how good it is, shall we?”

Yet again, the youth turned his gaze to the event’s third wheel.

“Suya, ‘Future Sight’. Tell me how much time I have left.”

With a nod, the youngest Kirlia shut her eyes. Channeling her energy as requested, she silently combed through the futures most likely to occur from Cruz’s current position in search of the most ‘correct’ one.

When she finished, her eyes opened. Indifferent to the blood running down her face towards her lips, she reported her findings with a smile.

“He’s actually really close. If you take too long, you’re really likely to be caught. Your best option is finishing things now. I saw you do it a bunch of times—it’ll be okay.” she explained.

Nodding in confirmation, Cruz again turned his attention to the woman beneath him.

“Well, you heard her. All we have time for is a finish—you’ll both just have to wait until next time for something else.” he explained.

Mutually softened by biological need and equally eager to feel said need satiated, neither Kaona nor Anya appeared at all disappointed by the statement. Irises still locked behind two pairs of miniature hearts, the prospect of completion seemed to excite them just as much as Cruz’s senseless masturbation with their insides had.

“It’s okay~!” Anya chirped, a single fang bared in the smile drawn across her face. “N-Now I can serve my p-purpose, right? Y-You’re gonna have’ta dump all of your squirmy cock juice s-straight inside my womb and fucking BREED US, huh?”

In this instance, Kaona did not feel the need to match her daughter’s verbal enthusiasm. Still skewered from crotch to uterus on Cruz’s cock, her frame deemed an orgasmic roll of their eyes up towards their sockets and a narrow parting of her lips fit for a squeal or coo as the only form of ‘response’ that her owner needed to see.

These intuitions proved correct. After taking in the responses offered by both women, Cruz bared his own incisors in a show of excitement. Reeling his hips backwards and his member through yet another flesh-pursued slide from Kaona’s folds, the reason for his excitement became apparent just after the tip of his cock was left to its invasive parting of his older partner’s lower lips.

Reddened and swollen past its usually-impressive girth, his erection appeared on the verge of bursting. If driven back inside Kaona in its current state, the reproductive bedlam most likely to follow would be nothing short of hellish.
Hellish for Kaona’s womb, and pleasurable hellish for every inch of Cruz’s cock…

-

I’M NOT GOING TO FRONT. COOKIES AND CREAM IS SOME GOOD ASS ICE-CREAM. SOMETIMES THE GROCERY STORE BRANDS CAN BE KIND OF SHIT, BUT IF YOU GET IT AT A PARLOUR OR SOMETHING IT’S FIRE, MAN.

The final thrust that Cruz delivered between Kaona’s cuntlips ended with the flattening of his glans against the meat of her uterus’ ceiling, and a gluey expulsion of semen directly against the region. Pumped from the base of his crotch up the full length of his urethra by the pleasure ground through his member throughout his thrust, the rope of jizz ultimately smeared to the stretched pocket of flesh was one voluminous enough to mirror the entirety of a lesser male’s orgasm.

For Cruz, it represented a strong start—no more and no less. Devoid of the protein-rich chunks consequential to his more ‘backed-up’ orgasms, the murky-white sludge he released was of a quality more similar to a cement-thick mucus than the glutted paste he sometimes fed his Pokemon. Whilst gooey enough to adhere to the fertile meat of Kaona’s womb whilst simultaneously piling atop it, the steaming muck nevertheless maintained the ‘flow’ that one might expect of a liquid.

Kaona (in particular her insides) was very well acquainted with the substance and the scalding fullness that it introduced into her womb. It was as a consequence of the consistent sex shared between herself, Cruz, and Anya that the substance had undergone such a stellar transition from the rancid mire she had once siphoned from his balls on a daily basis—there was no sense in complaining about it.

At present, her long-standing ‘contentment’ with the heady sludge could be seen in both her appearance and behavior. As shoe-lace length strands of the substance were repeatedly blasted against the back of her womb, her lips refused to uncurl, and no more than the occasional squeak or hiccup could be heard leaving the miniature gap between her lips.

For her, the steady drowning of her womb in human cock juice—any human cock juice— was as much relieving as it was pleasurable. Being a Pokemon utterly addicted to the sensation of human semen filling her womb from back to front, the happening itself brought her sex-starved state of mind back to a relative equilibrium.

Described simply, it ‘fixed’ her. The drainage of her body’s favorite drug into her womb and the renewed potential for its invasion of her reproductive cells was the state that her frame had come to regard as ‘normal’.

Understandably thankful for the relief that surged through her, words of gratitude eventually replaced the coos and hiccupped that trickled from between her lips.

“T-Thank y-you Cruzz’shh ♥♥. T-Thank you f-for breedin’ m-me ♥ T-Thank you f-for treatin’ m-my u-useless, s-soft body wi’sh purpahsss...”

Though slurred, her words were without ambiguity. Each that left her lips departed whilst an expression of feminine bliss sat on her face: the most genuine expression that any female Pokemon could hope to produce.

Comically, Cruz’s response to the heartfelt gratitude that she produced was a calculated withdrawal of his spewing erection through her depths. Paying no mind to the outflow of seed that lazily spluttered from her spread-lower lips following his glans’ exit, he purposed the seconds immediate to his extraction in a one-handed ascension of his cocktip up to parity with Anya’s lower lips. Inadvertently drenching her lower lips with several spurts of seed throughout the transition, he ended the seconds-long shift with another sound thrust from his hips. Piercing her bloated labial-lips, then grinding his member back through the virginal tightness of her cunt, his glans ‘greeted’ the needy orifice with the delivery of a bloated rope of semen directly against her cervix.

Quite literally injected with fulfillment, a scream burst from Anya’s lips in time with the clogging of her vaginal canal’s back end.

“B-BABY JUICE ♥! C-CRUZ’S B-BABY JUICE I-IS INSIDE M-ME!!” she cooed. “I’M A B-BABYMAKER N-NOW ♥! I-I’M GONNA GET’TA SPEND TH’REST OF M-MY W-WORTHLESS L-LIFE GETTING’ FUCKED F-FULL’A COCK JUICE JUS’ LIKE THISSSSSS ♥♥!”

These utterances marked the beginning and end of the teenaged Pokemon’s coherent outbursts. Several others followed throughout her time accepting the remainder of Cruz’s orgasm, but each one produced was too garbled by hysteria for its meaning to be easily deduced.

Proximately, oversight on Cruz’s part was to blame for their degeneration. Having neglected to break into her womb, the depression of his member back down to its hole-ruining hilt left him with no other choice but to begin the process of ‘loosening’ Anya’s innards anew. As time was not on his side, he took to the delivery of longer and heavier thrusts through Anya’s folds with the hope of expediting an entrance into her womb. Channeling the wind-up of a sledge-hammer and the impact it might deliver to an earth-embedded stake, he repeatedly peeled his member all but entirely out of Anya’s cunt before driving his endowment straight back down to its ‘kiss’ with her cervix.

All the while, the continued outflow of semen from the tip of his member dictated that each cervix-fattening impact he produced be accompanied by a vile splatter of semen from out of the inundated confines of her vaginal canal. Consequentially, her canal interior was made to see-saw between the states of partly-clogged and largely empty. For as quickly as it seemed to fill with the viscous dick-mucus (a consequence of the thickness of his member’s jizz strands and their frequent expulsion), Cruz’s thrusts saw it emptied via nasty splatters of the substance from underneath Anya’s outer lips.

Forged from these obscene consequences was an eventual success. A half minute of consistent action on Cruz’s part delivered the majority of his member through Anya’s cervix with only the production of a fleshy *CHU♥* as proof of the fact. With this, the semen made to cling to the interior of her vaginal canal was allowed a steady drool into the fertile ‘reservoir’ at her core, and the obese dregs of reproductive grease still squeezing their way up his urethra were granted a plaint flesh sac to be dumped into.

Cumulatively, these sources bloated Anya’s womb far faster than her mother’s had been. Denied only the stomach-distending excess that Kaona had enjoyed, a volume of semen sufficient enough to see the confines of her uterus and even the length of vaginal canal beneath it spread and fattened by semen was fed through her lower lips in no time at all.

Wisely, Cruz took no time for himself to enjoy the fruits of his labor. The moment the orgasmic haze choking his mind faded, he again dragged his member through a grossly-pleasurable extraction from Anya’s depths.

Leaving another pair of gaped, meaty, and semen-stuffed lower lips beneath his member, he subsequently set about collecting himself.

First he needed to dress himself. Next…

“Suya, use ‘Psychic’. These two aren’t going to dress themselves, so I need you to handle that as well.” he exhaled.

Quite functional in spite of her flushed and sweaty state, Suya took her owner’s command in stride. Raising both of her hands, she began gesturing with each as a child playing with an invisible toy.

Her toys, however, were real. First drawing her mother and sister into midair, she clumsily reapplied the pieces of clothing they had discarded until they appeared as disheveled versions of their earlier selves. Once finished, she gently craned their suspended frames over to the dining table that Kaona had organized to seat them where she believed they belonged.

The product of her efforts was a pair of Pokemon barely upright within their seats, breathing heavily, and very happily ‘overtaken’ by something other than the cake slices plated before them.

First to join Kaona and Anya at the table was Cruz. Intentionally seating himself at the end of the table that faced the kitchen’s secondary entry point, he turned backwards to prompt Suya towards the chair to the right of his own.

Ultimately, his actions proved timely. No sooner did the girl plant her rear on her chair did a familiar voice begin reverberating through the kitchen.

“I hope you guys left space for ice-cream!”
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