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Shortstack Kirlia Have Rights?	By : Tastatura Category: Pokemon > General Views: 65811 -:- 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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THE ABSOLUTE STATE OF HUMAN-SEPH RELATIONS

When first the education of SEPH and human children were integrated with one another, concerns as to how education systems worldwide would adjust to the 'developmental curve' followed by the former species arose among parents of the latter.

In terms of emotional and behavioural development, SEPH children and human children were not dissimilar. Research groups consisting of both humans and SEPH would go no further than arguing for a predilection towards docility among SEPH children, but this in itself was attributable to the fact that the majority of them were female.

The 'dividing line' between the species (and the root issue presented by human parents) centred on physical development. As infants, SEPH and humans were comparable. As children, SEPH and humans were comparable. As adolescents—and all stages of growth beyond— it was not uncommon for the physical development of SEPH to sharply outpace the growth of their human counterparts.

This difference was especially prevalent in females. Not including the inherent height and body structure increases induced by Pokemon evolution, the average developing SEPH female boasted a bust, hip width, and overall female asset set unheard of amongst humans. From as early as nine years of age, SEPH could found sporting cup-sizes ranging from D-F, and a complimentarily obscene hip width belied by relatively underweight statures.

The outcry from the parents of humanity contained no ill-will towards these biological differences. Even if it were not the case that a degree of equality had been established between them, humanity was to blame for SEPH having these developmental traits in the first place. Broadly, their complaints focused on the fact that human children might be exposed to a level of sexual awareness (by virtue of sight, airborne pheromones, or otherwise) inappropriate for their age group.

SEPH were sexualized to reproduce with humans. No matter the decades—the centuries that passed, adult humans at this point in time could not help but silently entertain the possibility of a slow degeneration of their ‘just’ and ‘inclusive’ society back towards the status-quo set by their ancestors.

At the time, representatives from the Human-Pokemon Education Coalition (henceforth HPEC. god I’m such a faggot) were left puzzled. The 'non-option' of segregating the children based on species prevented them from taking the easiest route out of their quagmire, but failed to foster any sort of ingenuity or imagination amongst their council. After many a month spent scratching their heads and arguing amongst one another, it was collectively decided that, in the absence of a ‘tool’ with which to solve their problem, changing the definition of the definition of the problem altogether could be considered as an acceptable compromise.

That's right; those niggas went right back to biological modification. Over the course of half a decade, a pair of complementary vaccinations were made mandatory for developing human and SEPH children.

The human vaccine was designed to neuro-chemically suppress sensitivity to SEPH pheromones and mildly increase sensitivity towards human pheromones. If effective, a child would develop with relative indifference towards SEPH of the opposite sex. Attractions would be allowed to form freely, but the 'divide' between them as differing species would be felt more strongly.

The SEPH vaccine was similar. Under its influence, developing SEPH were to produce fewer reproductive pheromones, and would become neurologically predisposed towards reproduction within their own species-groups.

Ultimately, the human vaccine was the more effective between the pair. Several decades after its introduction, human children were reported as viewing SEPH of the opposite sex no differently than their human counterparts. Expected drop-offs were observed through highschool-aged youth and beyond, but these findings fell well within the original ‘success range’ drawn up during the vaccinations’ inception.

For SEPH, the vaccine served the purpose of a chemical ‘nudge’ away from potential danger. Gently urged within their minds to prioritize one another, SEPH females were given another internal pillar atop which to mount devotion towards the reproduction of their species. Their bodies remained horribly sensitive to the scents and touches produced by humans, but their minds became sturdy enough to disregard them when and if they were experienced.

In the present, the effects of these vaccinations can be observed whether a child is vaccinated or not. Though unspoken amongst policy makers in the present, the laziness of the age-old council served as a cornerstone for the current state of adolescent human-SEPH relations.

Presently, children are vaccinated more so for appearances than for any sort of long term benefit. It is merely the norm; something that is done to foster the growth of healthy and happy children.

Biology is not always so clear cut, however.

Were a female SEPH ever to fully revert to their fundamental instincts and produce children with human fathers as a result, the amount of 'vaccination' necessary for these children to develop normally would be obscene.

And if this female SEPH were to knowingly circumvent the vaccination of her children...

Well, shit, that'd be pretty fucked up huh?

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THE HOUSEHOLD OF ARTUHR AND KAONA SELVI—MIDDAY

Well ahead of the schedule set by her school, Aya Selvi returned to the welcoming confines of her home. Still dressed in her uniform yet carrying none of the materials that she had taken with her to school (a small knapsack and a beige cardigan) one could imagine the taller-than-average Kirlia rushing home from her private school as a result of an emergency.

Disquietingly, no signs of such a circumstance could be derived from her presence. Her facial features were devoid of exertion’s sweat; really, they were devoid of life altogether. Her gait was stilted and slow, and the way she progressed through her home was decidedly robotic.

Most importantly, she was not alone.

Following behind her was portly Hypno dressed in the male version of her school's navy-blue uniform. String-secured pendulum in hand, he progressed behind Aya as though it were not the first time he had gained entry into a young woman's home.

It was, of course; the sweat pouring from his features and the darting of his eyes from one corner of the locale to the next indicated this much. This aside, his appearance and body weight assured those laying eyes on him for the first time the 'safe assumption' of his virginity.

Today, this assumption would be shattered forevermore. Ushering Aya further on with his hypnosis, Griggor (with three gs) eventually spotted a logical stopping point for the two of them.

“Huuuuh....huuhhh...” breathing ragged like a nigga fresh from his third waddle to Mcdonalds, he raised his free hand up towards a sizeable, square-shaped opening cut into the wall to his left “How about the living room, Aya? We would be nice and comfy there, right?” he suggested.

“You...huhhh....you don't want to waste time either, do you? You want to get to work serving your flipping sweet master and slurping dick juice out of his balls as quick as possible, right?”

For the sole reason that she had been addressed, Aya responded. First turning to face Griggor, a content smile spread across her lips. To compliment it, her seemingly-dead eyes swiftly readopted the use of a pair of slight pink hearts as their irises.

“Yes, of course! Aya would love nothing more than to be a proper wife for Griggor's gross dick ♥.” Aya replied.

Compelled to convince the Hypno of her enthusiasm, Aya proceeded straight into the living room without further prompting. Seating herself across the rouge sofa at its center, she dropped her right hand across her waist to pat down at the space to her left.

“Please come and sit with me. Aya will do her best to be the perfect meat-toilet for her master...”

With these words alone, Griggor was tempted to forget that Aya's behaviour was the product of hypnotism. No matter how prudent, a third party would be tempted to forgive him for this—sitting atop a couch in a uniform packed to its seams with feminine flesh was the most stunning female Kirlia in his grade year. With breasts larger than her own skull that bounced lightly for each step she took an ass flaunted underneath the dangerously-short cut of her skirt and thighs engorged with pale plush such that looking at them evoked painful longing within males from all walks of life, she represented the ideal 'partner' for any self-respecting psychic type.

But, for as much as she was wanted by others, it was apparent to those closest to her that she herself had eyes for only a single individual.

Denied grounds to even day-dream about the possibility of one day having her, Griggor was one of many males pushed to the brink of insanity by her presence. In this insanity, he eventually devised a plan that might see his love for her realized.

If he were to utilize his hypnotic abilities to hypnotize Aya and afterwards impregnate her, the two of them would HAVE to spend the rest of their lives together. Even if his means was forbidden, no one would question a young male SEPH taking responsibility for a youthful mistake.

By devoting himself to this plan, he had arrived here--steps away from contact with Aya herself. Surging across the living room towards the couch, he took up the seat set out for him and shifted his torso so that his chest as opposite Aya's front. Pressing his hands inwards, her greedily mashed his palms into the uniform-covered meat of her breasts and began groping the flesh he trapped soon afterwards.

Hopelessly aroused by the malleability of her mounds and the disappearance of his fingers into their warm excess, he forgot himself. Maw slackening, he disregarded his own grotesque erection in favor of pushing his drool-laden lips forward for an open-mouthed kiss with Aya's smiling features.

But this was as far as he went.

An instant before his lips could make contact with those of his beloved, the words spoken by a distinctly youthful voice demanded that he bring his ingress to a halt.

“Suya, Disable. Don’t let him move from that spot until I tell you to.”

(that’s right you Hypno ass nigga. Not today b. Not today niggaaaaaaaa)

Out though the convenient entranceway bridging the living room and the kitchen stepped Cruz. Decidedly non-plussed for the event he had walked in on, the uniform-clad youth carried a glass of water in hand and the slightest smirk on his face. Behind him, another Kirlia--this one smaller in height, yet proportionally gifted relative to Aya--pattered inward as if glued to his back.

Otherwise, he was the same.

The same placid child that had robbed Griggor--robbed the world of his beloved Aya.

Griggor's mind refused to believe it, but his eyes and ears left him with no other choice. These senses simultaneously suggested that he do away with his classmate before he could threaten his coupling with Aya, but his body refused to cooperate with his demands. In fact, each urge he sent through his frame to move was rebuked by a pain that emanated from the core of his brain.

“You probably shouldn't push it; fighting against it is just going to make it hurt more.” Cruz began.

Incensed, a defiant bark burst from Griggor’s lips.

“W-What the fuck did you do to me?! I swear to god, you’re going to pay for thi--”

Proceeding as though Griggor hadn’t spoken at all, Cruz rudely interrupted the Hypno’s retort with the introduction of an entirely different line of conversation.

“As much as you probably don't want to believe it, your kind were once instrumental to taming Kirlia just like this.” he explained. “Training them once captured was easy, but capturing them and mentally subjugating them was always easier with a Hypno around. Apparently a lot of trainers rewarded their Hypno with the bodies of the weaker Pokemon that they bred, so it's no surprise that you feel the way you do about Aya.”

Progressing right up to the couch with Suya in tow, Cruz turned himself to face the scene of Griggor’s 'almost kiss' with Aya.

Finally, a hint of malice slipped into profile.

“On the surface you think you just want to be with her, but deep down, you think you own her--That you deserve her more than anyone else. That she'd be better off producing your children than being who she is now.” he suggested.

These words tempted Griggor to attempt moving again.

His reward for this was further pain and the eruption of blood from his nose.

“And what if I do?!” he grunted. “Even if I'm wrong, a human like you has no right to judge what I do! You'd never understand what it's like for the women you're supposed to love and cherish to not even know you exist!”

Confusion briefly muddled Cruz's features, but just as soon as it appeared, amusement blotted it from his features entirely.

“Maybe so. I do know for a fact that SEPH males don't have it very easy...” he replied.

“T-Then...?”

“It's too bad I don't care, though.” timing his utterance to shatter his schoolmate's hopeful reprisal, Cruz's earlier placidity returned in full force. “I might've let you have your fun had you picked someone else, but I'm kind of responsible for these two at this point. As a human, it'd be pretty bad if I let one of the prime IV sows under my care have her genetics wasted by someone like you.” he explained.

“You could almost call it criminally negligent. I mean, just look at her...”

Turning attention toward Aya, Cruz pointed at the fresh trail of blood streaming from under her nose, then the marked emptiness within her eyes.

“Another few minutes and she would've overpowered you. Hypnosis is supposed to be your 'thing', no?”

(OH OH FUCK. OH FUCK NIGGA. GET SERVED)

Expectedly, fury erupted within Griggor at this realization. Contractions induced throughout his frozen musculature in hopes of assaulting the boy ahead of him wracked his body with pain, but in the moment, he couldn't have cared less.

His sole desire was retribution against Cruz. It would be until he perished.

Knowing that such retribution was not within his ability, Cruz shrugged, then stepped backwards to rid himself of the event entirely.

“Oh well. You won't remember any of this anyway, so I guess making fun of you is kind of pointless. Suya?”

Prompting the Kirlia behind him, she stepped forward to assume the position he had initially stood in.

“Hypnosis, then Dream Eater. I know you're sleepy, but you're only allowed to eat whatever dreams he has about today and his plan. I'll make it up to you later.”

Resisting the stimulating recoil from her ability activation, Suya smiled, nodded, then went about performing her moves before blood could renew its staining of her face.

As she worked, Cruz watched.

For his own good, he trained his eyes on the hate concentrated into Griggor’s expression as his eyes fluttered towards closure.

In all likelihood, inoculating himself to such unbridled venom would serve him well in the future…

-

BUILDING A TEAM OF POKEMON 101

The aftermath of Griggor's memory restructuring and his forceful ejection from the Selvi household proceeded more or less in line with what Cruz had expected.

Upon his return from dragging the Hypno's unconscious frame out onto a stretch of sidewalk several feet away from the house, a conscious Aya met him with an aggressive display of affection. Equal parts smarted by her failure, thankful for his efforts, and painfully aroused, the embrace that she imposed lasted long enough for Cruz to consider ordering her off of him.

Trained far better than her actions often implied, Aya curtailed her affection to ensure that no such order would be required. Having retained all of her memories from the moment she was hypnotized to the present, she broke away from Cruz once she was certain that the 'scent' rubbed into her flesh was no longer that of Griggor's. This done, she briefly departed from the living room to do what she described as “changing her clothes”.

In this time, Suya stated her desired recompense for so dutifully “skipping” elementary school at Cruz's request. As her doing so was actually detrimental to any sort of gain on her part--or so the little girl stated--her terms were set at “kissing, as much stimulation as could be reasonably provided, and an excuse to continue skipping school to acquire these things”.

Though younger than her sister, Suya carried the same--if not an even stronger dependence on contact with his frame. Whether this was as a result of her inheriting her mother's disposition or the fact that she was a child of a SEPH and a human was beyond Cruz’s ability to discern.

Regardless of the truth, Cruz obliged. The mildness of Suya's disposition was easily disrupted by tantrums where rewards were concerned, and to begin with, she was far too intelligent for short-changing her to be an option.

As a result of his choice, the living-room that Aya returned to vastly differed from the one that she had departed from. Clad--if the definition of clad could be reduced to coverIing by narrow strings and patches of fabric--in a jet-black micro-bikini pushed to its structural limitations by her unrestricted bust and hip-structure, she could only watch in mild disbelief as a back-spread Cruz was hungrily kissed by her baby sister.

Not quite so immature as to squeak 'No fair!' and stomp one of her feet at the display, Aya chose to focus on the positives of her situation after coming to terms with it.

Suya was too young to begin using her holes properly--a fact that limited her to activities like kissing where contact with Cruz was concerned.

Unlike her younger sister, Aya had developed. Though not yet fully evolved, her reproductive capacity and sexual ability rivalled her mother's in quality. This meant that no matter the direction her mid-day situation turned, none could stand in the way of her serving her purpose and repaying Cruz for valuing her body as an object.

Placing this reality at the center of her mind's eye redoubled her excitement.

Just as planned, she set herself into a hip-swaying stride towards Cruz, and upon arrival at the couch hurriedly dispossessed the boy of his uniform slacks and underwear. Curtailing the longing stare she so often directed at his cock to half its usual duration, she shamelessly dumped her face into the unwashed organ to renew the spread of its scent up into her brain.

Snorting, huffing, and nuzzling until the numbing, sperm-scented musk that soaked his organ warmed her innards like a narcotic, she afterwards purposed the sensation as motivation for her 'true' task:

Milking Cruz's sperm cells straight into her womb...

-

SISTER MANAGEMENT

Whilst both pairs of Suya's lips sat thoroughly enamoured with a writhing invader (three in the case of her drooling cunt lips), the lips of her inner voice could be found engaged in a lively telekinetic conversation with her sister and father.

“...Overall, isn't this just more proof that you should put babies inside me too, Daddy?” cutting her previous chain of thought short to broach the intended 'point' of her utterance, Suya projected a thought into the 'pool' established between herself and her sister. ”Aya almost ended up like Mommy. She would've gotten turned into a cummy(?) dump by some loser and would've had to give birth to kids who basically don't matter. Mommy's an exception because you helped her in the end; Aya's just silly.”

As usual, Suya's thoughts were calm and logical; a far cry from the starved aggression that she used to set the pace of her kiss with Cruz.

Having yet to hit her second growth spurt, her standing height set her skull only a few inches above Cruz's head whilst laid down on the couch. Thus, after dropping her lips into contact with his and inviting his tongue into its current, spittle-drenched writhe within her mouth, the weight of her upper body was comfortably supported between her breasts and Cruz's face.

This support was essential. Shortly after the establishment of her kiss, Suya forcibly established herself as a participant--and not a recipient--in their lip-locking. Owning the smaller mouth and tongue between them, she took to the occasional suckle of Cruz's tongue when not caressing its exterior with the slightest twist or flick of her own. Where possible, she attempted to squeeze down on the the meat of his tongue with the back of her throat as if intending to swallow it. She also kept her hands busy. Though small and slight, the ambiguously-fingerless pads were perfect for cupping her father's cheeks.

There had been no impetus behind the effort that she put forth. She believed kissing like this to be the only type of kissing worthwhile for herself and her father, and had practised no other form of the act since initially acquiring a taste for it. Even if one were to discount her enjoying the activity as an explanation, these two reasons persisted in the back of her head ready and waiting to be drawn upon.

Of course, Suya was in no mood to convince anyone. Satiated by her father's lips and the fingers goring the mound hidden underneath the crotch of her slime-drenched panties, the only activities that she had energy for pertained to teasing her sister and convincing her father to spoil her more.

Well acquainted with the impressive depth of her little sister's capabilities, Aya matched her participation and conversation.

“...You can say whatever you want now right now, Suya. I've already decided not to care about what my stupid little sister thinks about me until I actually have to start sharing Cruz with her.” Aya replied smoothly. “There's a reason that I'm where I am and you're where you are. When you're dealing with what I'm dealing with, I'd like to see what a pouty little brat like you does when she has to deal with HYPNOSIS!”

Just like Suya, Aya's voice sounded as it usually did despite her frame being taken up with a rather vigorous physical activity. As well, the mental utterances she produced were consistent--if one heard them without laying eyes on her body, the facial expressions and gestures of an older sister attempting to appear 'older' in front of her younger sister would be easy enough to infer from their quality.

Likely as a result of Suya's imagining one such gesture, she produced a retort before her sister even finished speaking.

“I'd be fine. Unlike you and Mommy, I probably won't grow up with massive cow-udders. That's mainly why boys pester you so much. Plus you smell just as bad as Mommy.”

Suddenly, keeping their conversation non-verbal became too tall of an ask for Aya. Donning a scowl and shooting it up at Suya, more cutting thoughts streamed from her mind in time with a sudden exacerbation of the 'entirely-unselfish-thank you-gift' she was performing for Cruz.

“You're going to stink just as bad, you know. We both share Mom's genetics. If anything, you might even end up with even fatter tits...assuming you actually start growing at some point.” teasing the youth and reminding her of reality in the same breath, this utterance was followed by one much more antagonistic in tone. “You've got part of Cruz in you, but like I said, you're not ready to make the most of it. Kissing and sucking isn't good enough; if you're not sturdy enough to be a proper bitch and train your holes to drain his dick, you're just flat out not good enough.”

“That's not just what I think, either...” turning her scowl into a sneer, Aya sharpened her investment in the swirling of her hips and the bouncing of her rear. “That's what reality for all SEPH is....or what it should be, anyway. Right, Cruz? If you’re not useful, you’re easily disposable.”

Even if Aya had chosen not to turn to Cruz for validation, the 'gift' that she continued to provide him with argued effectively for her points.

Since her stride up to the couch and her crawl up to an intimate straddle of the younger human's crotch, Aya had manipulated her body in a way that her sister was not yet able to. After saturating her brain with his narcotic cock-stink and stroking his member into the curved, gut-rending, nauseatingly-lengthy cudgel that so often churned her folds, she expertly ascended from her seat atop his thighs up to a tempting hover above the imposing erection. Holding the ample weight of her frame up on the smooth tips of her feet whilst poising the tip of Cruz's menacing meat-spire just beneath the pudgy, panty-hugged mound at her crotch, she ended the thigh-accentuating squat she had assumed with a fearless dumping of her rear down into contact with Cruz's crotch. Bikini-crotch displaced and cuntlips naturally skewered in the process, she hungrily wiggled her hips throughout the descent to ensure that every chubby, blood-steeled vein coiled around the palm-width log was strenuously pressed through the ever-ready tightness of her cunt.

In this she did not falter. Accustomed to far more brutish insertions managed by Cruz himself, the seconds-long process of messily spreading her inner walls with cockmeat and finally goring her cervix with a helmet of glans flesh ended without much more than a quiet “Mmmmgh... ♥” from her lips.

Of course, though this was true of the lips on her face, the same could not be said of the plump and pinkened set between her thighs. Right from their initial piercing straight up to the satisfying 'psuedo-hilt' that choked her vaginal canal and depressed her cervix towards her womb, intermittent splatters of sexual lubricant spewed out from her folds created an illusion of persifilage for her cuntlips. Constantly responsible for the sound of steaming syrup splattering out in decent volumes against crotch and thigh flesh alike, the final *PLOP!* that sounded out when the fat-infused dough packed into her buttocks collided with Cruz's thighs was nearly forgettable in comparison.

Whilst Suya busied herself with the construction of a 'pattern' for her kissing with Cruz, Aya busied herself with making certain that her gift was memorable. First clasping her hands against the fringes of his middle abdominals for support, she subsequently spread her arousal-moistened thighs away from each other in mimicry of a mid-angled 'V'. Then, as though doing so carried no consequence at all, she engaged her hips and thigh musculature in an aggressive upward wrench of her slobbering cunt along the length of Cruz's cock. Stopping halfway up the uterus-warming tower, she refused to linger for even a moment before dropping herself back along the path that she had followed and ruthlessly skewering Cruz's length back through to its filling, cervix-tenting hilt within her.

*PLATCH♥* went the meat of her rear following its jiggle inducing impact with Cruz's crotch and *GLRUP* went her folds as they were happily reintroduced with the vein-studded loaf of cockmeat that they so adored.

Not surprisingly, these noises were afterwards reproduced by Aya's actions at a pace both startling and somehow enviable. Every bit her mother's daughter, Aya senselessly bounced herself up and down along the majority of Cruz's cock with no regard for the integrity of her squirting innards or the current 'limits' of her physical fitness. Concerned only with using the congested pipe of cuntmeat settled within her as a sputtering onahole for Cruz's member, she went as far as throwing the succulent weight of her lower body backwards alongside each dump that she completed.

As intended, the end result of her efforts was a thrusting pattern that only a shortstack endowed as she was could hope to manage. Vicious, thudding slams of her rear and crotch that should have left her frame trembling and squirting in the face of their depth and impact were managed by her with the ease of a paid performer in the midst of a practised routine.

She even had the time to enjoy herself--or so one might infer from the occasional peak of her tongue at the corners of her lips and the lustful smirk that defined her reddened facial features.

Though her mood was eventually soured by her conversation with Suya, the basic 'form' established by her cervix-bruising efforts was held throughout. This was something that she believed to be absolutely necessary. The day that Cruz might splatter her eggs with his seed was growing closer, so the more automatic efficiency she could foster within herself was the better the odds that her sister and mother would become obsolete with regards to milking his cock.

Unbeknownst to Aya, the youth that she hoped to convince was not so easily awed by the functionality of an high grade, sort-of-adolescent SEPH.

While at the centre of the argument shared between the sisters and the activities that they invested themselves in, Cruz carried himself with most of his usual poise. As the conversation between Aya and Suya did not directly concern him, he allowed the two of them to nip at one another as sisters whilst entertaining himself with the opportunities provided to him.

The most simplistic of these was access to Suya's 'juvenile' cunt. Per her request for adult stimulation, Cruz had spent the time that had elapsed between the beginning of their kiss and the present sheathing and stirring three fingers from his right hand within the humid depths of her womanhood. Purposing his index, middle, and ring fingers in particular, he fashioned a flexible 'scoop' long enough to traverse the lengths of her womanhood and thick enough to stress her inner walls into expansion.

The occasional engagement of his wrist saw to the depression of these conjoined fingers down to their knuckles, or the extrication of their slogged extents to their tips. Naturally, whether flicked inwards or outwards, the digits themselves served as a pleasant 'test' for the soon-to-be used confines of Suya's folds. Her female innards already maintained more than enough elasticity and lubrication to derive pleasure from the digits' plunging, but the speed at which Cruz manipulated them stressed her tolerance for stimulation by way of the sole pleasure source she had yet to endure: consistent penetration.

Cruz did not give the younger Kirlia a half-effort, either. As much invested in her development as she was herself, he often spread his fingers away from one another and rotated them within their sockets to grind flesh-wrapped bone against differing stretches of her gummy canal. As much as possible, these rotations were executed separately as well. For example, if his index and ring fingers were invested in an outward push against the left and right sides of her canal (and a compression of a finger-tip sized pocket of cuntmeat underneath thier tips as a result), his middle finger could be found grinding its underside against her cunt's ceiling.

Via Cruz's efforts and Suya's impressive sensitivity, the short duration of their kiss had utterly drenched the soft-pink cotton of her panties with cunt-syrup whilst also reducing Suya's standing position by the couch to a pigeon-toed tremble.

As mentioned previously, part of Cruz's motivation for busying himself in this way was related to Suya's benefit. She called her treatment a reward, but Cruz had long since recognized her desire to enjoy the things that her mother and sister did. If the clenching and drooling of her folds continued to develop as they were presently, she'd have her wish sooner rather than later.

The other force driving his actions was vested in Aya's shameless violation of her own cunt. Between the pleasure pressed along his member per bounce that she produced and the invigorating visuals that accompanied it, no 'room' remained within proceedings for him to inject himself.

This was to say that, though manageable, the proficiency with which Aya utilized her frame as an object for his pleasure was significant.

Or perhaps 'significant' was the wrong word. Aya's minutes spent rising and falling along the girth of his cock had long since fucked her cervix into an affectionate suckling device for the middle inches of his length. What purpose the ring presently served amongst her reproductive organs was a second pair of cock-suckling lips for Cruz's member. If necessary, its functionality as the 'stopper' for the sweltering fertility of her womb could be restored at a moment’s notice. However, had it a 'self' capable of forming an opinion and a mouth with which to utter it, the puffy flesh ring would undoubtedly profess that its state as gaped and spread around Cruz's cock was more ideal.

Putting aside that sort of related tangent, the loosening of Aya's cervix served up the confines of her uterus to Cruz's cockflesh. It went without saying that the vacant baby-sac was quite happy to play the part of a convulsing punching bag for Cruz's erection--since the completion of its development, this state was one of two that it understood.

In playing this part, the majority of Aya's abdominals were subjected to repeated and garish distension. She was a shortstack after all. By tirelessly splitting her folds with a cock that represented a healthy fraction of her height, curved bulges of mildly-bruised stomach flesh and the jutting of womb-wrapped cockmeat into the underside of her stomach was to be expected.

Expected, and in this case, impressive. In every suffocating grind of her folds up the length of his member and every invasive smash of his meat through their meaty grasp into her womb, Aya maintained control. Though very clearly elated with her position, the once-forbidden goring of her womanhood (and it's reduction of her body cavity to the state of a cocksleeve) had not yet destroyed her mind.

She had grown. Not quite at the blinding pace her mother had sprouted at, but quickly enough to be 'impressive' based on Cruz's knowledge of SEPH development. Already, the boy was forced to begin entertaining thoughts as to whether or not this would be the day he'd actually impregnate her.

Thankfully, he had grown as well.

“I guess I underestimated how long the two of them would stay so vulnerable.” he thought to himself. “This is definitely going to get harder in the future, but I can worry about that then. Before that, it's more important that I keep raising them correctly. It’s not like anyone else is going to do it”

“That thing...the POKEDEX goes on and on about how important it is to combine affirmation with actual training. It took a lot more effort for any of it to make a difference with Kaona, so I can only assume that it's more effective with these two because of their upbringing...

Well, whatever. It's no excuse to get lazy. Until they actually finish developing, I'll just have to keep making the process as enjoyable for them as possible...”

Finally, Cruz's thoughts led him to make use of the floor that Aya had allotted to him with her suggestion. Forgoing the thought channel shared between the three of them, Cruz pulled his lips away from Suya's and straightened the angling of his skull so that both girls' faces sat within his field of view.

As 'unhindered' as both girls had been within their minds, he spoke.

“...Aya's essentially right, Suya. Growth is the probably the most important thing for a SEPH, and you can't really expect to serve any kind of purpose if you stay so small.” he explained.

“That said...”

Prepared in advance for the troubled expression that stretched across Suya's features, Cruz acted to rectify it almost immediately. Reaching up with his dominant hand, he casually took hold of the back of Aya's skull. Wrenching her downwards without disrupting the pony-tailed arrangement of her hair substance, he intentionally flattened her nostrils against the the bare flesh of her chest.

All at once, the whorish expertise and experience displayed in Aya’s actions vanished. Denied the continuation of her bouncing metronome, she was instead drawn into a reflexive huffing at the mild scent that emanated from Cruz's flesh.

Just this amount of musk squeezed an orgasm through her uterus and vaginal canal, and slackened her lips into an appreciative drool. A human would have denied that there was any stench at all mapped to Cruz's frame, yet her inborn sensitivity to Cruz's scent—to all human male scents—effectively crippled her when faced with an excess of it....

For the most part, of course.

“C-Ch'uzzz s-stooophhhh ♥” Aya cooed. “Y-you're makin' me look sh'illy in fron'a Suya~. Y-You're smell's sh'o nice it's m-makin' me stupid ♥.”

Aya did her best to select words that would clearly convey her protest against the boy's decision. In devoting herself to this task, she failed to recognize that protesting any at all was pointless. If not through the convulsing of her cunt, the smile on her face, or the tone of voice in which she spoke, her contentment with her position could be seen in her refusal to struggle against it.

Holding the continuation of his address on the tip of his tongue until Aya's mewling degenerated into utter incoherence, Cruz used this as an opportunity to slant his gaze towards Suya.

“Developing doesn't make you invincible. No matter how big you get, you'll always have something that you can work on. For example, your sister is becoming very good at using her body's instincts to help her perform as a better jizz socket. As you can see, though, her sense of smell is still too strong for her own good.”

Content to display that she was following along, Suya internalized the comfort evoked by this explanation and merely nodded in understanding.

Being understood was Cruz's only aim in the gesture.

“You won't know what your limitations are until you can test your boundaries. You're not quite there yet, so there's nothing wrong with focusing on the things that you know how to do for now. That's what I think a good girl would do, anyway.”

Point stated, Cruz released the back of Aya's skull and allowed her to filter her breathing as she pleased. Nearly a minute passed before she opted to do this, but this in itself was an improvement on the past. As a child, it was not uncommon for her to require a forceful separation from his frame to regain control of herself.

Once returned to her wobbly squat atop Cruz's crotch, her first (and only) thought pertained to righting the 'injustice' she had endured at the hand of her better.

Pouting drowsily, words eerily indicative of mental regression slipped from her lips in sequence.

“Cruuuuuuz.... Where's my advice? You didn't say I was a better dickpig than Mom or anything...” she complained. “Did you not like it? S-Should I have gone faster, or w-was it 'cause I couldn't make you dump your baby juice inside of me?”

The last of Aya's sentences was not so much spoken as it was sullenly mumbled. Not unlike a child seeking affirmation, she peered up at Cruz after her whinging in search of her next steps forward.

Smiling, Cruz shook his head.

“I didn't say it was bad, did I?” he started.

“N-No, but you didn't tell me how to be better. I'm just a stupid SEPH; I can't be the kind of partner you'd need without you teaching me...” Aya lamented.

At this, Suya chimed in as well.

“Me too.” placid as ever, Suya inched her facial features further in towards Cruz's face. “I don't wanna just be a good girl—I want to be a reliable SEPH bitch like Mommy. I may be small and not developed or whatever, but if this were the past, that wouldn’t matter. If I couldn’t make myself useful as is, I’d be violated like a useless sow piglet I am and thrown away to be fuel for someone like that Hypno…”

Shifting her features away from neutrality and towards resolution, Suya shook her head.

“I wouldn’t want that—I don’t want that. I want to be the kind of stupid Seph meat that you need, Cruz. If that means I can’t grow up to be anything else, that’s fine. Being more than that is for delusional losers anyway.”

For once, Cruz was moved to silence. Faced with a coherent rebuttal from both of the girls, all thoughts of ‘ease’ and ‘commendation’ slipped from the boy’s mind.

Suddenly, how best to stimulate their growth and assess their progress was all that he could think about.

They grow up so fast—or so the saying goes.

-

FORGOTTEN CHILDHOOD

Of their own volition, both Aya and Suya abandoned their individual ‘pleasuring’ of Cruz’s body to take up a joint task of the boy’s own making. As there was hardly enough time (and far too much risk) associated with tasking them separately, this compromise represented Cruz’s best attempt at meeting both of their desires at the same time.

Fiercely competitive in their very natures, the sisters recognized that working with one another would be far more difficult than working separately. Wishing to would not be enough; the object of their desires would have to force them into compliance if they were to succeed.

To this end, Aya suggested that “PLAY NICE” be imposed on the two of them prior to beginning. Suya seconded the motion on the grounds of training for their respective purposes being more important than their egos.

For the moment, anyway.

Thus, the pair took their first step towards Cruz’s task in perfect sequence with one another. Sporting bodies freshly overwhelmed by stimulation and faces cutely decorated by lone strands of blood, they applied themselves not as competitors, but as sisters lovingly devoted to the same goal…

-

With Suya standing upright behind a kneeling and bra-less Aya, the conjoined 'task' set out for the pair began in earnest. Neither sister acting as though the other wasn't present, the pair played off of one another in the introduction of their first cooperative effor yet.

“Thank you for deciding to get off with both of your SEPH holes, Cruz. Please don't hesitate to shut down our minds and use us as actual fleshlights if we fail to satisfy you ♥.” Aya began. “This time, I will be the one who begins for us. Suya will follow behind me, but as I said, do not hesitate to remind these stupid bitches that you can splatter your rancid nut inside them however you see fit….~”

Without a moment's delay, Aya applied herself. Raising both of her hands away from her sides, she pressed the fingerless limbs into contact with the buoyant plush of her breasts' outer sides. Expertly peeling the bloated meat sacs out of contact with one another, she afterwards leaned forward to push their sweat-coated inner sides inward towards Cruz's twitching, cunt-greased erection. Silently, she pushed both mounds back towards one another once the menacing girth of Cruz's shaft was surrounded on all sides by the hormone-fed teardrops' flesh. Utterly and appropriately consumed, its balmy exterior was enveloped within tit-meat from its root right up to enflamed helmet at its tip.

Visually speaking, the act did not seem difficult for Aya. The size of her body typically made swallowing Cruz's member into any of her holes an activity that required a great deal of selfless perseverance (or debased sexual greed). However, where her breasts were concerned, both of the perky mounds maintained a life-affirming swell--a compositionally ideal obesity perfect for the encapsulation of oversized erections. Consequently, the only real difficulty associated with sandwiching her owner's unruly spire between them and smushing their flesh inward so as to trap it concerned its heat and texture.

Like the still-leaking mound of flesh between her legs, Aya's breasts were especially sensitive to the heat exuded by Cruz's cock and the wriggling convulsions put off by its veins. Though vastly different from the gaping of her cunt and uterus, her mind perceived the disappearance of his shaft between her breasts as another form of penetration that only Cruz's reeking tower of flesh could impose upon her.

Presently, though, her perception of the act was irrelevant.

At least she believed it to be.

Refusing to waste so much as a second following to envelopment of Cruz's member, Aya pressed her mound-set palms deeper into the sides of her breasts. At the same time, she invested psychic energy into compressing a wider breadth of her breasts outer-sides in against Cruz’s member. Convinced by the smothering of its veins into the doughy meat of her breasts that an orifice had been contrived between them, she subsequently took to drawing both of the impossibly-heavy mounds up and down the full length of his shaft.

First smothering their fat downwards towards his crotch and cock root, she afterwards kneaded their meat far enough upwards to submerge his leaking glans into her tit-pussy's embrace. With this, she focused her efforts on a slow and steady see-sawing of her mounds between these states.

Gifted with more than enough flesh to keep Cruz's shaft pleasantly suffocated between her mounds all throughout, the ascent and descent of her breasts was not focused on ensuring that the entirety of his cock was allowed to taste the sweaty, compressed interior of her contrived orifice. Instead, Aya's motions focused on drilling the pressure applied between her hands and psychokinesis as deep into Cruz's trapped shaft as was possible. With mammary flesh serving as the 'conduit' through which this pressure was imposed, the rise and fall of Aya's bust soon began to impose a sensation eerily comparable to the contractions and convulsions of a cock-starved female orifice onto Cruz’s cock.

All of this, and Aya was only getting started. Shortly after settling herself into these ministrations, Aya turned her gaze up towards Cruz to address the youth as a proper flesh-toilet ought.

“I hope fucking my tit-pussy feels good for you, Cruz. I almost have squishier sow meat on my chest than Mom, and I know for a fact mine is still softer ♥.” she began, tone sly and haughty. “I can make it feel tighter, too. If you wanted, I could even stop moving and let you fuck them like a proper cunt. You could spew out lots and lots of baby juice between them or cake my fucking face in it before you're done ♥.”

As if amused by her own suggestion, a short giggle escaped the Kirlia's smile-curved lips.

“It's all just meat grafted to the body of a stupid feral bitch. That means it's yours to fuck and squeeze until I have to use them to feed the babies you squirt into my ovaries.” she added. “That goes for the rest of me, too. My entire fucking body is just a fat jizz toilet for Cruz's human cock.”

“I'm gonna prove i--MLRPP!?”

Having become noticeably enamoured with defining herself in the midst of squishing and grinding her breasts against Cruz's cock, Aya had very nearly forgotten that she wasn't alone.

Abruptly, a hand was curled into contact with her face from behind. Though lacking fingers, this hand successfully isolated the flesh just above her nostrils underneath its palm, and afterwards pulled this flesh upwards to further expose her prized scent pores to the sexual stenches that dominated her airspace.

This done, another hand pressed Aya's skull downward. Lips and nostrils suddenly delivered into an impromptu kiss with the sex-scented, precum glazed tip of Cruz's glans, Aya had no time to brace herself for what the happening entailed.

All at once, further conscious thought was denied entry into her mind. Flooded into the space that they had once occupied were the musings of a feral slut starved for her mate’s scent and taste.

These instincts urged Aya to part her lips and engulf the beginnings of Cruz's glans into her mouth. Snorting sharply as she did so, a shrilly euphoric groan exploded from the back of her throat the moment its entirely was popped into the saliva-inundated confines of her mouth.

Subsequently, Aya's efforts kicked into overdrive. Bobbing her skull upward and downward within the bounds set by the hand on the back of her skull, she viciously suckled and lapped to the tip of Cruz's unwashed member whilst simultaneously allowing copious amounts of drool and mucus to drain out overtop of it. In the midst of this bobbing, the pressure that her hands forced against her breasts increased twofold, and the pace with which they were mushed along Cruz's shaft became sharp and masturbatory.

Shortly, at a price no more costly than her ability to produce coherent thoughts, the effectiveness with which Aya wielded her frame had increased.

These successes she owed to her little sister and the primary effects of PLAY NICE. Firmly in-sync with her older sister's behaviour, Suya recognized an ideal opportunity for the two of them to make further progress towards their shared goal. Freed from her usual possessive greed, she did not hesitate to violate her sister's mind with Cruz's musk and enhance her milking of his member beyond its usual typical ceiling of effectiveness.

At present, the two of them were one in the same: unseeded egg-factories for a human that valued their existences enough to use them as cum-dumpsters. Thus, Aya's gains were her gains...in a manner of speaking.

This aside, Suya did not yet have a reason to feel any sort of longing.

Her turn would come soon, after all.

“Sorry, Cruz. Aya only talks so much because she wants to make sure you don't forget what she really thinks and feels.” Suya began, hands motionless in their domineering manipulation of Aya's skull. “I understand that now that we're thinking together. Around Arthur, at school; she has to pretend a lot. Pretend that she more than a snorting pig who wants to have her stomach fucked into a bloated cock juice container, I mean. She doesn't mind doing it, but she prefers this.”

“She'll always prefer this.”

Briefly, Suya ceased speaking to peek further into her sisters thoughts and observe what technique remained within her slovenly efforts. Truthfully, her intent was more so geared towards the second activity--the more Aya snorted and slurped to the tip of Cruz's cock was the less meaningful her thoughts became.

Still, what she could make out made for an interesting addition to the furious squelching and clopping induced by the perpetual motions of her breasts.

“Cockjuice ♥ Cock juice ♥ Cock juice ♥. Cruz's cock juice is gonna rape my brain ♥! I wanna drink it~! I wanna chug stinking chunks until my tuummy looks pregnant!”

Suya was not the type to protest against thoughts like this--less so in her current state. In the moment, though, she felt that her sister’s desires were very reasonable. The heady *PLOP-PLOP-PLOP* that sounded out as her breasts collided with Cruz's crotch was the same sort of noise induced by her cunt's penetration. As well, the *plrtpt!* repeatedly produced by her breasts as they smeared the throatslop caking their inner surfaces to his cock was very similar to the sputtering of her cunt, throat, or asshole.

Overall, even if Aya were not an organism designed for dependence and addicted to the pungent stench of virile human semen, it could be said that her environment was one primed to make a female want to be filled with seed.

Tragically, this was not her role.

Content with the amount of time that had passed, Suya spoke.

“Aya. PASS.”

These words struck Aya like a bolt of lightning. Halted at the peak of her semen-starved efforts, her eyes casually re-assumed the glossy control that presently shone within Suya's.

With this, she retreated. First releasing both of her breasts and dispelling the mental pressure that had helped hold them in place, she subsequently popped her spittle-smeared lips from off of the bulk of his glans to the tune of a gooey *PLURP*.

A semblance of her 'self' returned after the fact. Now smiling, she moved herself off to the left of Cruz's crotch to allow her younger sister to assume her original position. Paying no mind to the pubic hair left pasted to the corners of her lips and the crown of her bust throughout, one could safely assess her actions as being very 'Aya-like' in spite of their efficiency.

If underused, PLAY NICE was quite the move. It’s no Stealth Rock, but competitive Pokemon battling is fucking gay anyway.

Now standing with her lips at perfect parity with the nose of Cruz's erection, Suya spoke.

“Now's it's my turn, Cruz. I'm a little worse than Aya, but I want to show you what I can do, too.” she stated firmly. “Please enjoy my mouth-pussy as much as you want ♥.”

Just as had been the case with Aya, Suya acted smoothly to back her own claims. Tiny hands extending outwards, she set her spoon-like palms atop Cruz's hands to create a grafting point for her psychic energy. Gluing his limbs to her own, she drew her hands backwards and upwards before dropping his square atop her skull.

Contrary to the implications of her words, she did not expect to be taken care of from this point onward. Cognizant now more so than ever of the need to make herself useful as opposed to simply being useful, Aya parted her lips. Then, faced with a cock that represented a grizzly 30% of her height, she stabbed her skull inwards to plug up the sink hole of congealed pink between her lips with a cock on the verge of orgasm...

-

LIKE MOTHER LIKE SISTER LIKE DAUGHTER

The role that Cruz had selected for himself in Aya and Suya's training exercise was initially of no real consequence. Both girls had expressed a desire to embrace themselves and work towards improving their capabilities as SEPH, so forcing them to complement one another and defining the terms of their 'success' was all that he had to do.

Suya's decision to offer up her throat wasn't something he had planned for. It took the youth until after the balmy meat of her gullet was spread out around the girth of his glans for him to actually accept that she was prepared for what oral sex actually entailed. By this point, it was too late; per the standards set by the exercise, consideration for her well-being was the only grounds on which he could argue against greedily plunging himself in and out of her skull until he released.

Not only was he without such compassion, but he had long since recognized that 'babying' was not what Suya was looking for. Knowing precisely what the stench that emanated from his crotch would do to her brain (much less what the girth of his cock would do to the budding pleasure receptors within her throat), Suya drove her lips across his throbbing member inch by inch until her face sat smothered against the mired exterior of his crotch. Wilfully ignoring the stimulation that undoubtedly assaulted her brain throughout (or so he assumed), she even succeeded in keeping her facial expression 'positive' whilst a fresh bleed began bubbling out of her crotch-plugged nostrils.

Seeing such dedication made it impossible for Cruz to do anything that didn't pertain to sliding his fingers around the back of her skull and railing the knot-tight sleeve of esophagus flesh spread around the his shaft.

If the girls were to continue trusting him (and their biology) in the future, this much was a given.

Thusly, Cruz spared her nothing. Fighting against the convulsing grasp of her mouth cunt's narrow interior, he took to a ruthless pattern of 'drawing' and 'hilting' that spiked and slapped Suya's face off his crotch with the most minimal gap between impacts as possible.

To do this, he forced his mind and musculature to regard her entire skull as a fleshlight. First wrenching the Kirilia's gullet back up to the tip of his length, he followed this up with a sound *GLRRK*-inducing depression of her skull that disregarded the virginal tightness of her esophagus' interior. What little reflexive resistance her tiny frame mustered was overwhelmed by the consistent contraction of his forearms and biceps, and the 'rejection' staged by her esophagus--an attempted coil of mucus-lined tract flesh around his erection's monstrous exterior--was overturned by a prolonged downward press of her skull following the disappearance of his cock.

A single completed cycle between these two ministrations was all that Cruz needed to feel comfortable repeating it. Just as soon as Suya's face was rudely stamped back down against his crotch, his hands punched her skull through another ascent along his member, and then through another stomach-teasing depression through to its hilt. Within seconds, Suya's head was drawn from a stationary hover ahead of his member to a perpetual slide back and forth along the space that it took up.

Try as she might to imitate her sister's control throughout the event, Suya was utterly overwhelmed by the pace that Cruz set. Happily so, but not enough so to overcome her body's rejection of its own brutalization. Whilst the sensation of penetration was burned into her brain thrust by agonizing thrust, concentrated bursts of reformative musk was smothered against her nostrils almost as frequently as she could draw air into her lungs.

This was nothing like the practice she had put herself through. Her 'mouth-cunt' had not yet betrayed her and was presently performing as an at-least-passable hole for Cruz's cock, but everything else about the experience was entirely new to her.

For a SEPH, the 'newness' in question was absolutely crippling. The potency of the musk in the midst of altering her neurochemical makeup compiled with the bloating of her esophagus and the all-at-once activation of its pleasure receptors contorted her body against her will. Vigorous splatters of sexual lubricant erupted from between her covered lower lips for every few instances that the thinned meat of her esophagus was spread around Cruz’s member. Though useless, her lower body wiggled back and forth in search of retreat from the over-stimulation that plagued her brain, and her hands pushed down against Cruz's crotch in hopes that the pressure they imposed might convince him to slow down. And, despite the blanket of bestial fulfilment draped across the euphoria within her mind, her face displayed hints of fear and distress.

At least it did when her features were not squished into the throat-slop caked to Cruz's crotch.

Through and through, she had taken on too much too fast. If the blood still flowing from her nostril was any indication, the consequences of her over-eagerness would be significant.

How much so was up to Aya. Like Suya, Aya had spent the entirety of her sister's facial reaming playing the part of 'compliment'. Suya's thoughts were her own, and the condition of her body was an open book to be read when and if her circumstance required it to be.

As Suya herself had not yet entertained thoughts of giving up (likely on account of hardly being able to think at all), Aya stalwartly observed proceedings from her side as they escalated towards new obscenes.

This was not to say that she did so lifelessly. Having been raised alongside Cruz, she could not help but feel nostalgic watching her little sister attempt what she had so many times in her 'youth'.

“Can you believe she's actually trying this hard, Cruz? I guess I'm going to have to take back some of those things I said about her being too small.” Aya started, an impressed wistfulness to her voice. “She's mostly just screaming inside her head, but it isn't, like, a bad scream or anything. She just really, really can't handle getting used like a proper fleshtoilet just yet.” she added, giggling.

“On the one hand, all of the cells in her brain want you to keep gutting her squeaky-little throatcunt until you don't have a drop of nut left to get rid of. At the same time, they're also begging you to stop so that they don't fry from all of the pleasure you're fucking into her...”

Strangely, uttering this ushered an acceptant sigh out of the older Kirlia's chest.

“SEPH pigs like us really are predictable at the end of the day, aren't we? What Suya's thinking is the same thing Mom thought all the time when I was younger. It's the same thing I thought when I was like her too. I wanted to be a better piece of fuckmeat for you, but my body wasn't ready to anything other than what every other idiot SEPH was raised to do.”

In an instant, her contentment turned to longing.

“That's why Suya and I love you so much, Cruz.”

Even Cruz's concentration could not keep an utterance like this from reaching his ears.

“You found our retarded slut of a mother and decided to help her be more than she is. Thanks to that Suya and I can live the lives we ought to have had all along...”

“As your fucking animals ♥.”

Perhaps as compliment to Aya's verbal gratitude (or because of the consistent punch of cockmeat across her gag-reflex), Suya spoke for herself immediately after these words left Aya's lips.

As it turned out, Suya had eaten a considerable lunch before being dragged out of school to assist Cruz. This being the norm for her was not a large enough cognitive flag for her to consider the consequences that Cruz's thrusts might have on her stomach. Consequently, the repeated surging of his phallus through her esophagus (and occasionally into her stomach) prompted the organ to hold to its biological programming and vacate itself. Right in the midst of Cruz's tireless skewering of her face, an initial surge of partly-digested chunks erupted through her cock-spread esophagus straight out through her mouth and nostrils. Exactly what she had consumed was difficult to make out at a glance. Regardless, the weight of the substance spewed from her stomach and the volume that vacated her frame seemed equally reminiscent of a sludge and sexual lubricant.

Even Suya’s voice advocated for this point. All throughout its ejection, a strained “MGGMMMGH??” betwixt orgasmic pleasure and distress surged out of her face alongside her stomach contents.

Being a SEPH not yet used to having her own messes fucked into her face, Suya's failed to stifle her body’s revolted attempts at withdrawal.

Her vomit-caked mouth-cunt had been fucked throughout her regurgitation and showed no signs of stopping on her account.

*SPLOERT-SPLORT-SQULECH*

The sound of her throat's penetration had gone from debased to nastily cluttered as well.

Before her features were marred further by her own filth, she needed to retreat.

She needed to, but she wasn't allowed to. Moments before she could begin to entertain thoughts of resuming her resistance, a noose consisting of a Kirlia's slender, feminine arm was drawn to a sickening tightness around her neck.

“Come on Suya, that's no good. If you fail, I fail—remember?” Aya sighed affectionately. “This is what it means to be an adult SEPH, so if you’re not going to give up, you’re going to stay right there until Cruz feeds you his cock juice…”

For no reason other than the reiteration of her point, Aya paused to tighten her noose just slightly and nuzzle her lips up against her sister’s left ear.

“And I’m going to make sure of it.”

-
QUESTIONS YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER TO

Cruz was strange.

Belied by his behaviour, disposition, and intent was a child. Despite this, most everything else about the boy pointed towards his being a slighted degenerate merely inhabiting the body of a child.

Exactly what he was known only to him, but for all intents and purposes, it was easy enough to consider him as both of these things at once.

Just as would’ve been the case for any other child, repeatedly pumping a tube of flesh clogged with lubricant and plagued by convulsion along his erect cock dragged his frame into a satisfying orgasm in next to no time at all. What sexual experience the youth had garnered up until this point contributed very little to his overall endurance; in the face of the slurred mess of flesh, fluid, and pressure offered by Aya’s esophagus, release became an outright inevitability.

Unlike a typical child, Cruz did not shrink in the face of this occasion. Knowing precisely what was in store for him if he continued to clap Suya’s sex-sodden features off of his crotch at his current pace, he wilfully maintained the pace he had set to see his masturbatory skewering of her esopahgus enhanced into a strenuous siphoning of cum straight out of his balls.

Per the ‘motivation’ he had received from Suya’s compressing her sister’s neck, a senselessly brutal orgasm at the sisters’ expense seemed all the more appropriate.

The minute after Suya injected herself into proceedings marked the eruption of his length. Gritting his teeth, Cruz floored Suya’s features into the acrid messes spread out about his crotch, and in doing so replanted his cock within a stretch of esophagus meat ridiculously close to her stomach.

With this, his cock erupted. After an initial disjointed burst of off-white cock juice from the tip of his cock, thinner (and equally wadded) strands of the substance were pushed from the tip of his cock out into scalding splatters against the smooth muscle nearest his glans. Though the muddied proteins lacked the engorgement and impact touted by the first blurt of nut to stain Suya’s gullet, their length and number nevertheless represented an impossible ‘excess’ for Aya’s tiny frame. The steaming ball-batter packed into a paltry three of these strands was enough to part, and afterwards clog the esophagus walls ahead of Cruz’s cock. As well, flushing this ‘clogging’ into her stomach was rendered a non-option for Aya. Such was the size of the first eruption of seed from his cock tip that the suffocating shortstack was set back too far to match the pace of Cruz’s release with swallowing.

This did not stop her from trying, of course. Commissioned by her body’s warped self-preservation instincts, she pushed rancid boluses of dick-milk into her stomach one after another.

In this she could not rely on the smooth muscle reflexes of her esophagus to work for her. Between her sister’s compression of her windpipe and the violation of her cognitive faculties by pungent musk, the digestive tracts functionality had been reduced to that of a fleshlight.

The exact same sort that Suya herself had promised Cruz before engulfing his member.

Consequently, ‘digging deep’ was her only option. Dogged all the way by revulsion, strain, and pleasure, Suya repeatedly gulped heavy boluses of cock juice down into her stomach one at a time.

Much to her surprise—or what semblance of it she could endure whilst her sense of self was denigrated by cock and semen—doing so felt good.

The wringing of her esophagus’ walls of the sludgy baby-juice splattered to their exteriors and the delivery of this mud into the pit of her empty stomach seemed to her as something that she ought to be proud of.

The audible *GLRP-GLRP-GLRP* that rumbled from underneath her smothered lips as she chugged reminded her of her infancy—perhaps she had heard the noises somewhere whilst still in her mother’s stomach?

Replacing her lost stomach contents with Cruz’s cock juice was elating. What time she had spent observing her mother and sister allowed her to visualize the interior of her stomach throughout its bloating with the substance. Every squirming blockage of semen she removed from the depths of her esophagus added another deluge of plaster-thick slime into the swamp growing within her stomach. Colored more similarly to a distorted grey-white as a result of its concentration, it was likely that the coagulated mess had already obscured most of her stomach’s flesh from view. Second by second, its interior was certain to expand in accommodation of the reeking sludge’s weight.

However strenuous, the organ would perform. Its owner was a SEPH, after all—there was no greater purpose for it than serving as disposal unit for human semen.

Consumed by thoughts and feelings framed by her human-contrived genetics as positive, all of the discomfort and difficulty of Aya’s circumstance vanished before Cruz’s orgasm could be completed. Her stomach was swelling with semen; her brain was reeling from oxygen deprivation and dopamine influx; her face was submerged in musk and filth…

And she couldn’t have been happier.

In the same way that her other emotions had been transmitted, this happiness was perceived loudly and clearly by her older sister. Impressed both with her endurance and the ‘changes’ in her perception, she undid the noose she had set around Suya’s neck. Next settling her palms up against the opposing sides of her skull, she began working against Cruz’s grasp to draw her lips back up along the convulsing girth of Cruz’s cock.

No sooner did she begin her attempt did all rigidity disappear from Cruz’s hands. A knowing glance passed down from the youth to his Pokemon non-verbally approved of her intent—whatever it might be.

‘Spoiled’ in her own sense of the word, Aya took full advantage of this. Upon successfully separating Cruz`s cock from the depths of Suya’s esophagus, she shamelessly popped her baby sister’s spread lips off of his glans without regard for what might come afterwards. Snapping inward after the fact, she spread her own pube-smeared lips to see Cruz’s spurting member squeezed down to a similarly taxing depth within her own humid gullet. Eyes directed straight up at the youth as she worked, it was not long before the same guttural gulping noises that had emanated from Suya’s throat could be heard leaving her own neck.

Birthed from her efforts was a sight even Cruz had yet to lay eyes on. Whilst Aya impressed her features into the slop coating his crotch, a dazed Suya was held nearby at her shoulders. Visibly ‘used’ up, semen drawn out of her stomach by the removal of his cock could be found pooled within her exposed cavity, and tears coaxed from her eyes by her sister’s brutality could be seen steaming from the corners of her eyes. Nonetheless, it was apparent that she was happy. Though her eyes were upturned in their sockets in euphoria and her facial features were taken up in the spread of her lips, this was what Cruz inferred from the sight of her face.

Suya was the same. The tears that rolled from the corners of her eyes (a logical consequence of the sudden compression of her gag-reflex) seemed comparable to those shed by a woman on her wedding day. So content was she with the feeling of warm cock-plaster caking itself to the pit of her stomach that smothering her face into the filth atop Cruz’s crotch, tending to his spewing erection with her throatmeat, and even shedding tears for the sake of his erection became tasks that she was perfectly happy to complete.

Somehow, though, it wasn’t enough. Merely being content was not enough for the sister’s in this instance.

Cruz needed to know that they were content. Ergo, they needed to tell him.

So they did.

“Thank you, Cruz~! Thank you for loving such useless SEPH cunts ♥.” the sisters thought.

With their inner voices clearly projected into Cruz’s brain, there was no need for them to even attempt speaking in unison.

It came naturally.

“We’re gonna grow up big and strong, okay? No matter what it takes, we’re going to become better cock juice toilets than Mommy ever was. And then…”

“We’ll stay with you forever ♥.”
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