A Familial Match
After months of pining for his Father, it is time for Lucario to admit his feelings
Sequel of Filial Bonding
A Familial Match
After months of pining for his Father, it is time for Lucario to admit his feelings
The hand on his chest, Lucario looked at the result of his work through the mirror. His hands still trembled a little despite his training at the Pearly Dance. He didn’t have the finesse and dexterity the other girls had. But it was enough as he pursed his lips just to make sure the pearly pink lipstick was sticking to them. But his mascara was perfect.
He continued his check, adjusting the pink bras, making sure the padding was properly fixated. He had to give up on the corset, but it was fine. However, his tight panties were hugging his genitals a bit further, digging into his scrotum and lifting it so slightly, making his bulge look like a smooth ball. He tucked it between his legs before putting his frilly white dress on. It had to be perfect. It had to be… Like their first time.
It had been months, since. But the memory of it remained burned into Lucario’s mind, the same scene stretching into his dreams until he messed up his sheets. He only had to close his eyes to feel the embrace, to feel those feathered arms hold him near and warm while those fingers pinched his “girlcock”. Just thinking about it made him feel wanted, desired, and eager for more as he kept his thighs too close for his erection to pop free.
But it was not… A single moment. It had become more as his Father, Blaziken, became one of his regulars. No, his sole regular who would pay for him, who would pay so they could chat, drink, and fuck together.
Worse. He heard from the girls, so eager to gossip, how Blaziken had been asking for him for the last few weeks while he recovered. He refused the other girls’ advances; it had… To be a sign. A sign Lucario shouldn’t keep his desires quiet as he passed a hand underneath the bra, on his thin belly.
The blue fur had regrown, as soft as before. However, where the ink had worked, the hair had regrown with a purple coloration until it all formed a design he had carefully picked: a stylized womb. The details were complete from the ovaries to the uterine entrance, yet bearing at the middle one heart that pulsated along his heartbeat and grew with his excitation.
The Gengar who made it confirmed it would help Lucario get pregnant if he were capable of it and compatible. It was… The chance he desired, more than before.
“Get a grip, Lucario,” he mumbled in his falsetto voice, a reflex he hastily chased away with a cough. “You… Can do this.”
He had to. He couldn’t keep it away. He… yearned for it. So, he turned away from the mirror and stepped out of the shared bathroom, his heels clicking and feet burning.
“Dad? Are you there?” he shouted.
“Hmm! I’m here! But not for long, I have a date!”
A date. That’s how he described his outings during which he would get drunk and come to the Pearly Dance, Lucario’s workplace and bar. It was probably he would check up on him, again.
“A date?”
“Don’t start with this. Yes, I’m dating,” grumbled the Blaziken. Lucario approached, looking at the living room. His father was still sitting on the sofa, checking his phone while in a formal black suit. Yet the tie was undone and the pants unbuttoned. The latter opened on the bulging groin Lucario had been… worshiping for so long.
“Well… Daddy. I have something to confess.”
“Dad-”
Blaziken fingers’ froze. But so did his expression and beak as it opened wide; Lucario had stepped into the living room. His heels produced the perfect clicking sound, marking his delicate steps. It was like their first date. Except it was at home, there was the tattoo… And he couldn’t back away this time.
No, he advanced with this recently acquired confidence, his hips gyrating with each step while his criss-cross walk hid his boner and drippy bulge.
“It has been so long I wanted to tell you the truth, Daddy,” began Lucario, repeating the words he had rehearsed as he gave up on his falsetto voice. “I couldn’t tell you the first time, I was so afraid you’d learn the truth. But then… It was more difficult.”
Lucario gulped, watching how his Father remained frozen in place. But he wasn’t moving away, nor peeling his eyes from Lucario’s body.
“I was afraid it would hurt you like Mom did. I thought you’d grow tired… But you didn’t. Each night with you is so great. You are lovely and sweet. I cannot stop thinking about you during the day. I-”
Lucario bit his lips, giving up. He kicked the pumps away, careful, however, not to nick the borrowed shoes, before he dropped to his knees. His hands outstretched, he put them on his Father’s calves, pushing against them, then up to the thighs. No… Blaziken was not fighting his presence. So, Lucario continued, tracing the way up the thighs and right to the groin, to the bulge. To the underwear that contained that cock he had been so desperate to worship.
Already could he smell the aroma emanating from it. No booze, this time, but sweat after a day at work. Lucario’s nose took in the perfume and his heart pumped faster while he gripped the exposed underwear, peeling just like their first time. And finding his Father half-hard. Not entirely excited. But enough for him to work with as he opened his lips. He had them locking at the tip of that half-throbbing cock, feeling and tasting the salt covering the half-covered tip. Just enough of a suckle to sample it, to savor the flavor spreading all over his mouth while he had his hands on his father’s spread legs.
“This,” Lucario continued, swallowing his saliva mixed with the precum. “This what I want… Dad… Daddy. I want to be your wife. To take her role… To be by your side and please you like no other girl did. I- Would you marry me?”
Lucario looked at his Father’s beak, which opened and closed. But no words. Was he afraid… Stunned? Yet, there was a grumble as those legs shifted and opened wider. As one feather hand covered Blaziken’s bashful face.
“That… Was obvious.”
Lucario didn’t answer.
“Your presence… Your absences. The smell from you. You lied to me, Son!” finally blurted Blaziken, rubbing his beak. “How… How do you think I would take it?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s right,” groaned Blaziken. But his hand lifted just for a second, his eyes locking with his Son. “Keep going.”
An order. A small tremor shook Lucario, running along his spine, but he nodded and began to suck on the tip and nothing more. He had his pink lips locked, his tongue dancing. Before long, blood rushed to the organ as it throbbed. Harder… Stiffer. The length was extending onward and started to arch, though Lucario was eagerly sucking and worshiping it.
“I should have seen it. You acted differently those last days, but I assumed it was your work… You… You hid it well, Son. But it hurt.”
Without even asking for an answer, Blaziken had his hands going between Lucario’s ears, scratching the fur atop the head while that mouth kept locked around the tip.
“That was how it ended before. With the fights and the lies. You said you didn’t want that, but it hurt. Everything I had planned for us… With that girl at the Pearly Dance. You threw it away.”
“It-… Doesn’t have to be different.”
“No.” continued Blaziken, forcing Lucario back on that shaft, pressing that sweet muzzle against the cock’s underside. At the same time, his feet moved, pressing and reaching under the robe to give Lucario’s “girlcock” a feel. “I planned so much for us: to start together a family, even if you couldn’t bear my eggs. And… That’s what I still want.”
“I do… Too,” mumbled Lucario, covering the underside with kisses, with caresses, with his hands fishing Blaziken’s feathered balls out to stroke them. To caress them and give them a few squeezes.
“Yeah. You do… You lost your previous job and ended up at that bar, right?”
A nod. And Blaziken sighed, a drop of precum shooting from his cock.
“Arceus… You are making it difficult for me, Son. I really want it. But I don’t want any more lies or fights. Do you understand?”
A nod.
The hand on Lucario’s head moved, gripping the soft skin on that nape to pull Lucario higher, back on that shaft. Back on that cock he was enjoined to worship. No, to take in as that hand pushed on the nape. It pushed and forced the younger Pokemon to open his mouth further. Blaziken was hung, was more hung than most clients. But it didn’t stop Lucario from slipping that cock further into his mouth, his throat. His eyes watered, the black mascara smeared. But he took the length valiantly, his teeth not even scrapping the reddish skin. It was… A steady progress, commented with sighs and groans.
“You said you want me. You want to be my wife. I want it, too. But there will be change. No more work at that bar. I don’t want anyone else to use that silky mouth,” said Blaziken, his voice firm. A moan followed… And he stroked Lucario’s nape, forcing him to take that cock deeper. To take more than half of it inside, to feel it throb and rub inside that throat.
“I’ll handle everything, and you’ll follow. Cooking, groceries, cleaning. You will be a stay-at-home wife. And I want you ready on all occasions. Whatever I ask, you will do it. Good?”
Another moan, one almost stifled as that cocktip was slipping further down that throat. It bulged obscenely, forming a bump, lovely, and showing all the details of Blaziken’s pokehood.
However, Lucario’s face was a mess. He smiled, certainly, but the carefully applied makeup was dripping, and the fur around his face was coated with precum, sweat, and saliva. Even his pearlescent lipstick was sticking to Blaziken’s cock as he pulled back… Only for his Father to again force his cock inside Lucario’s mouth despite the loud gurgles.
“Your mouth is even better than hers… Hh… Son. No… Girl. I am still angry about the lie… But if you are truly willing… I’ll make a wife out of you. Even if you were born with that useless… Girl cock.”
The shoes pushed against Lucario’s bulge, and the young Pokemon whined and moaned, feeling and enjoying that cock taking and abusing his throat. No, the brutal pull as his Father yanked him closer. No longer was Blaziken restraining himself as both hands landed on Lucario’s head. He kept his Son locked there, unable to peel away. To force away as that precum started to thicken, to become stickier.
Its texture was heavy in the mouth, churned and battered, but most of it ended in Lucario’s throat as he was face fucked, with no consideration for his breathing, his pain, his pleasure.
No… At that moment, he was only a bitch for his Father to use and abuse.
And the mere thought of it, as he was fucked stupid, was enough to make cream his panties like a vulgar bitch, right on his Father’s foot.
-
With a loud slurp, the tongue retracted. It dragged and pulled along the everlasting aroma that coated that cock even as it had been cleaned for days… An aroma Lucario couldn’t even dare to stop sucking on as he sighed, just for a moment, as he put the veil back on his precum-ridden face.
“From this day forward… For better. For worse. For richer. For poorer. In my submission and your control, until death do us part.”
Those words, he had rehearsed them so many times. But it stung, and his face burned as he said them. Not because he said them, he had been dreaming of it. Rather… How his Fa-Husband looked down on him with that devious grin.
And Lucario turned, facing the crowd despite the veil hiding his face.
It was to be a small ceremony, nothing that would be so serious.
Nothing with their family, as the most prudish members would be shouting, crying, and denouncing that perversion of a religious ceremony. Even the Priest officiating, a bearded Alakazam, had been miffed about the entire ceremony despite officiating for “odd” marriages.
However, the Priest seemed unimpressed for the moment. Lucario had said his vow and cleaned his Father’s cock like rehearsed, the hard cock bursting free from the hole cut in his groom suit. Despite his heels and the white wedding gown, Lucario got back on his feet and stood up. His cheeks were red, almost as red as his father’s feathers, as he knew the fabric was the sole barrier covering his modesty… From the recently acquired tattoo to his Husband’s latest gift.
“I, Blaziken, take you, my Son, to be lawfully wedded Bitch, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in your submission and my control, until death do us part.”
Those words, they rang through Lucario as excitation ran through his veins, eliciting a painful throb and a little spurt underneath the gown. Something everyone could see in the form of the puddle between his feet. Even Blaziken, as he winked at the crowd. It was composed of a few friends, sharing his desires for bitches like Lucario. And all the workers at the Pearly Dance. They shouldn’t have come, but they went there to celebrate the union of one of their former employees.
Even though the ceremony reeked of desires, sex, and kinky desires; their attitudes were unfeigned. From their smiles, their tears, or their daubing, the crossdressed girls were happy for Lucario as he held his Husband’s hands, finally united after all those months spent together.
“You have declared your consent before the Church! May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your fervor and fill you both with his blessings! You may take the bride!”
The words. He had been waiting for those ever since his first time with his Husband, somehow. His heart thumped in his chest as the feathered hands went on the gown. Not… Not the veil covering his flushed and precum-covered face, reeking of musk and sex.
No, they went for the back. His tail was lifted and the trail followed, through Blaziken’s touch.
Lucario bit his lips, looking over his shoulders and barely heeding the sound of a translucent pulpit being dragged before them. Just so he could recline on it.
An action he did, helped by one of the minders, as the back of his gown was peeled one by one until it revealed his clean and already lubed asshole. His maid of honor, Gardevoir, had prepared him all day with a few plugs and dildos. Now?
His asshole was practically a crater, yet winking at Blaziken and begging him to take it.
“Hh… You have the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen,” said Blaziken, unashamed and so loud, everyone in the assembly heard and laughed.
Lucario’s face burned. Out of shame, yes. But excitation, too, as he had his paws on the translucent plastic, holding onto it while he bent over, his tiny cocklet hurting in anticipation. His Father cupped his buttcheeks, kneaded them. He gave each bun a feel before he spread them with his two hands.
In the distance, Lucario even watched Alakazam slink away from the room, ashamed too. But it didn’t matter much as… His Daddy prodded his hole.
The red and sticky cock was just perfect. Rigid, with a bulbous end… With all the blood rushing inside, it was at its peak… And the foreskin had entirely retracted from the head as it spurted on Lucario’s asshole, started to poke at it.
Instantly, Lucario’s ears dropped, and his expression broke down in delight as he sensed the familiar stretching, the wondrous warmth he had been missing for so long. Up until the ceremony, his Husband had used condoms to take him in the back. It would be so their child wouldn’t be out of wedlock. But Lucario assumed it was to make him needy, to make him yearn for that day onward.
Finally, without the barrier of plastic ruining the sensation and contact, Lucario moaned out loud. He moaned despite the acclamation from the crowd, which went from emotional to leering and joyful. They clapped, applauded, and cheered for them as his Husband’s hands dug into his plump sides, spreading them, so that humongous red cock could plunge into his depths.
And find his prostate.
He cried.
He cried so loud his throat was trembling and hurting. But it was that. Only the sore throat. In return, he felt that pressure alongside his prostate, the throb firmly entrenched within him, his husband’s nutsack smacking his posterior. Blaziken knew how to make him sing. And sing, Lucario did as those hips started to move and thrust, as the movements, slow at first, picked up the pace. He was a trembling and salivating mess, slowly crumbling over the pulpit, while his Father’s cock lovingly pressed against his prostate in that back-and-forth. It had the right angle; it had the perfect direction to hit Lucario’s love spot. It squeezed it like a fruit, battered it like a wall, stroked it like a lover.
Lucario loved it. He drooled on the plastic support, his tiny cocklet hurting and dripping on the ground with his precum, sticky and musky.
“I told you… I’d make a girl out of you, Son!” chuckled Blaziken, laughing, and so did the crowd. Oh, they knew. Oh, they loved the scene despite the utter perversion. And at the center of it, Lucario chuckled, too.
Yes, he was his Daddy’s wife now. He could say it proudly and enjoy it as Blaziken’s hands reached beneath the gown to flick his tiny balls between his legs, chuckling.
“Go on, Girl. Tell them how good it is to have Daddy’s cock inside you. Tell them how much you want my egg.”
But as Blaziken’s hands moved, they went over that plastic cage. Barely one inch long, it had been a painful wear in the early weeks after his Father gifted it to him. But now? Now that the key had been broken and thrown away? Lucario felt snug inside. Felt good to have his balls held close to his body by the plastic band. No, beyond that, he felt excellent as his cocktip rubbed against the plastic with each movement, with each back and forth.
Precum dripped from it as he weakly reached for the pulpit and the mic attached to it. Each breath, each whine, each moan was picked up and then amplified for everyone to see and hear. Even if he lied… Everyone could hear it in his voice.
And why lie?
Why would he lie when he was happy? When that smile couldn’t be wiped off from his face to point it it hurt? He smiled, showing his teeth and a tough front before it crumbled.
“Th-Thank you everyone for… Being here for my impregnation! I- I have waited so long for… Daddy’s eggs! I- I cannot wait to bear them for him!” shouted Lucario, tears streaking across his face as he ripped the gown away like he was told.
The seams were ripping apart like expected; revealing the glowing purple fur that bulged and throbbed with each of his Dad’s thrusts. It was wonderfully swollen, wonderfully glimmering as he smiled and saw the crowd in awe from the tattoo.
“I- I wanted the egg so bad I got… This tattoo. But- Today… Daddy will… Impregnates me like he told me!”
He shouted and glowered, his smile stretching so wide his lips burned. Or maybe it was from his Husband’s beak. Husband who lifted the veil so they could kiss. Blaziken’s tongue rubbed his lips while those powerful hands went on his chest, slipping inside his bras, and pinched his nipples. He pinched them, forcing Lucario to hold onto his Father’s thighs to endure the thrust as more of his gown fell apart under the stress and the undone seams… Until his caged cock was no longer hidden.
It dripped so much… So did his asshole, stuffed with precum.
But it was getting harder to resist, not to ejaculate, to appease the white flow going from his urethra. Lucario winced, he wheezed as he had that beak now nibbling his right ear.
“Do it… For Daddy. Cum like a good girl,” he said, encouraging Lucario.
He didn’t resist.
He allowed that spark, that fire, to pass through. He allowed it to climb along his spine, to reach higher and higher. He allowed its weight to press on everything he was… he allowed its pleasure to reach down his groin, his balls, his cock. And like a fire, it spread.
It was a single shot, one straight down and on the ground, forming a little puddle as Lucario’s toes tensed, and he almost dropped. But it felt good… So good as his Daddy kept squeezing his prostate, kept abusing it as cum and more cum dripped from his spread ass.
As… Cum filled his stomach, making it bulge to the point there was no more underlined cock… Only the rotundness befitting a bred bitch. A bred girl for his Daddy.
“Hhhh… Th-Thank you, Hubby, for everything.”
-
“I can resist that smell. You are so good.”
The claw pressed softly against the taut skin without even wounding it. It was… Love. Love that was primitive, desiring, yearning, possessive. Love that pressed against the taut skin and had a feel of the round egg inside. He stroked it, touched it, caressed it. Each time, a whisper escaped Lucario’s mouth, slipping free from those painted lips.
“I-… Know,” moaned Lucario, his hands moving despite the pressure inside his body. He felt heavier. No, he felt weaker as his Daddy was again inside him. But having that throbbing cock back inside, so early, was a boon for Lucario, even months later.
The hand poked, feeling again the egg inside, touching it despite the thin barrier. And Lucario sighed in delight, his tender prostate squeezed so hard, he felt watery fluids drip between his legs… A good girl.
“Is it ready soon?” asked Blaziken, his eyes looking down on the cooked sausages and eggs. A hearty and slightly greasy meal, but perfect for a hard-working man who had to get his fill before going to work. A finger flicked and the fire was turned off, the grease sizzling but at a decreased rate. Just enough so Blaziken could fuck that cratered and clean hole, taking in the flowery perfume he gifted his wife only a few weeks ago.
No… So he could fondle that soft chest underneath that apron. So he could rub, lift, cup those budding breasts. So he could pinch those nipples, twisting them until milk dripped from them with many cries. So he could keep hitting and smacking his scrotum against that rounder and more plump posterior until the stove started to creak under their united weight, and someone hit the ceiling in the apartment below.
“Oh… D-Daddy… P-Put another egg in me! Please!”
“I’ll do that. And put three more!”
“FUCK ME! DADDY! I WANT ALL OF THEM!”
“I’ll give you all of them!”
“NEVER STOP! I WANT TO BE FULL!”
More hitting. Inside and from the apartment below. The beak closed on his ears, nibbling them as he whined, and another weak shot escaped his caged clitty. He wasn’t even feeling it anymore… He cleaned it, but it was only natural for his Father’s wife to have that girlclit caged. And Lucario loved every second of it as he sensed the tremors from the appliance pick up in speed.
And then, the heat permeated his inside.
He was tiptoeing again, adjusting for his Daddy’s height and that humongous spear poking at his walls, at the egg. And he smiled, reaching for a fork without moving his legs. Lucario stabbed a sausage and fed it to his Daddy as they remained locked and stuck. There was no knot… But they acted like it each time they fucked, enjoying the afterglow. Enjoying the cum churning inside, the warmth permeating that cock and hole, the slow shrinkage. His Daddy accepted the offered meal, even if it lacked sauce, and bit into it, munching it without a care if he burnt himself.
Lucario felt happy, satisfied as he watched that smile on his Father’s face. He wanted nothing more but its presence after their fateful meeting at the Pearly Dance. And now they were engaged and bore their rings? No… Blaziken was a glowing man, renewed. One who was lovingly kissing his cheeks and patting his thighs as he pulled back.
But it didn’t mean for them to stop. Not at all as Lucario slipped what remained of the Breakfast in a plate and turned. He smiled at his Father, criss-cross walking in his sexy pink maid dress. And he placed the meal on the kitchen table before adjusting the bonnet between his ears.
In his path, droplets of watery cum and more dense fluids were dripping, tracing his way across the homey kitchen before he slipped underneath the table. He checked for his Father’s pants, confirmed there were no crinkles or wrinkles after he ironed out his suit.
Then, he reached for that poking-out cock he started to clean. It reeked of ass and cum, it was again musky even after a hot shower. But Lucario couldn’t wait and restrain himself from jumping on it. His mouth open, his teeth minded, he sucked his Daddy’s clean.
Every spot, every place, every crevice. He didn’t leave them unclean or swarmed with cum. He licked them, ensuring there were no traces of fluids, even if it meant for his lips and mouth to be drenched in fluids.
“Make sure it’s clean and proper. Give my balls a clean lick, too. I want them perfect for the executive meeting.”
An order. Yet, Lucario followed it to the letter as he lovingly gave that half-chub shaft a lick and went over those feathery nuts. He licked them, traced the line along the raphe then gave each orb, each ball, his own brand of love.
He passed his tongue underneath the orbs, where the skin was a little saggier, then followed the side. He even lifted them, giving the behind a proper clean-up under the feathers were glistening and properly cleaned… A package he happily put back into their underwear before he buttoned those pants. He had the privilege of doing this for his Daddy. And nobody else could take that from him.
He was made for this. Happier, Lucario slipped away from the table and started to prepare his Father’s favorite cup of coffee. Half-full, two sugar cubes. And then, as he pulled the apron, “Fuck the cook” aside… He started to massage his right breast. It was full, constantly full with the pregnancy. But it made it perfect as he pinched it and allowed the flow to drop into his Daddy’s cup, topping it off. Then, he offered it to his Father while standing at the ready, his cum-dripping and fingerable hole present if Blaziken willed it so. But no.
“I’m going to work. I count on you to be at the door,” said Blaziken, leaving a beaky kiss on Lucario’s neck before slinking away, leaving him alone.
Alone in a mess of their makings. Lucario’s legs trembled with excitation and joy… His cocklet oozed all over the ground. His asshole gaped so much, the egg might even be visible through it… Just a glimpse. But Lucario was happy… Happy to take care of such a wonderful man for his Daddy and to live with him.
He glanced at the diamond ring his Daddy bought them, then turned to look at the mess in the kitchen.
Three times… And his Father expected him to clean the entire place up without fail. He checked every time if Lucario had been a proper housewife, then would punish him with a few toys up his ass as they dined outside. Or maybe, he would spank him until walking was a pain.
Not today, though. Lucario was eager to clean the whole place, even going as far as sampling what his Father had left on the furniture for him before he chuckled. If he was a good Wife, he was even rewarded with a video session with his Daddy, fingering his needy cunt so he could empty himself in the toilets.
And after all that? After all that early fucking and masturbation… Lucario would have to wait for him with his mouth open and his maid dress. He was to be ready to take in another load from his Daddy right as his Father returned home.
Blaziken would fuck him, stretch his hole, play with it, stuff it with toys up until they were back in bed.
A wonderful Husband.
A perfect, loving Father Lucario wouldn’t trade for anyone else.