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Sir Valluenus of Eldrinmorn stopped at the gate of the Feldemair estate, glancing down at the meowscarda at his side, who carried under her arms an ornate wooden box. Valluenus told her, “Remember to leave the girl untouched.”

“Of course, your grace.” Commander Ospura said before reaching over and pressing a button attached to the gate, triggering a spell that sent word of their arrival.

They only needed to wait a minute before Keela Feldemair arrived at the gate. Keela, a tall delphox dressed in violet robes, unlatched the gate and opened it, saying as he did, “Sir Valluenus, it’s excellent to see you and Lady Ospura. How long has it been?”

“Some months, too long really,” Valluenus said as a braixen came running up to the gate squealing:

“Uncle Vally! Aunty Ura!”

“Lyllia! You’ve grown so big!” Valluenus exclaimed as the braixen threw herself at the elder statesmen, hugging his leg tight. Ospura pried her off and hugged her, scratching behind Lyllia’s ear. Valluenus said to Keela, “When did she evolve? Last time I saw this little one she was still running around on all fours.”

“Just two weeks ago,” Keela said. “It happened while we were visiting the Royal Gardens. She was so shocked she started crying and wouldn’t stop until I got her home,” Keela said.

“And her powers?”

Keela said to Lyllia and Ospura, “Ospura would you mind keeping Lyllia company while Sir Valluenus and I talk?”

Ospura kissed Lyllia on the brow and said, “I’d be happy to.” Then Ospura turned to Lyllia and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “Don’t tell your brother, but I only came out here to play with you, anyway.”

Lyllia giggled and tugged on Ospura’s arm. “Let’s go, then, aunty! I want to show you the wands I’ve been making.”

“Here,” Valluenus took the box Ospura held with his dexterous talons and offered it to Keela. “This is a gift for you.”

“A gift?” Keela asked as he took the box.

“Yes, why don’t we head inside and we can talk about it?”

As Ospura and Lyllia ran off to hide away in her treehouse, Keela and Valluenus headed inside Keela’s home, a small yet handsomely furnished manor filled with warm colors, plush furniture, and paintings of the capital sprawling from the world tree. Keela had done well for himself in the years since being Valluenus’ student. He settled on a cushion before a tea table, the box on its corner, while Keela came into the room carrying a tea tray from the kitchen.

Keela sat opposite of Valluenus, setting the tray down before he put his finger on the underside of an ornate teapot in the shape of a magikarp, heating the water inside as he said, “To answer your earlier question, Lyllia shows great potential…”

Valluenus sensed his old student’s reluctance. “But?”

“I’m not sending her to the academy unless she wants to go—and to be frank, I don’t think she will for some time.”

Valluenus frowned. “But now is a critical time in cultivating her psionic potential—”

“I am not going to have her childhood stolen like mine was,” Keela said before grimacing. “Not that I don’t look fondly on my time as your student, but it wasn’t a choice I got to make. She deserves the chance to pursue whatever life she wants.”

Valluenus masked his disappointment with, “Your love for your little sister is truly admirable, how can I not support your decision?”

“Thank you for understanding—I was worried you would be sorely disappointed in me.”

“How could I possibly be disappointed with such a prized student of mine?” Valluenus asked. “How are you liking the role of Chief Inquisitor?”

“It has been busy but rewarding,” Keela said. “The Prince has been incredibly supportive of my reforms.”

“Reforms?”

“You and I both know how easy it is to overwhelm and break a mind—well, the alakazam in my role prior preferred torture and violent mental invasions for getting the truth from people. Now, we simply put them to sleep and coax the information we want from their dreaming minds.”

“You always were a champion of freewill.”

“Psychics have a duty to protect the minds of other pokemon,” Keela said. “And with my methods, the innocent are not needlessly ruined, and the guilty are lucid enough to actually be punished.”

“A truly noble pursuit,” Valluenus said. “I couldn’t be prouder. Will you eventually request an official title from the Prince?”

Keela grimaced. “I’m not really interested in becoming nobility, which is why I think the Prince likes having me in this spot.”

“He was very wise to select you. When I heard the news I knew this gift was meant for you.”

“What is it?”

“Open it and see,” Valluenus said as he slid the box over with a wing.

Keela unlatched the wooden box and flipped it open, revealing a slim, gold collar, made of interlocked bands and studded with rubies down its center. “It’s a beautiful piece,” Keela said, “Enchanted?”

“With a series of spells meant to amplify the wearer’s psionic abilities,” Valluenus said. “Go ahead, try it on and see for yourself.”

Keela knew the collar to be enchanted the second he saw it, but he had no reason to distrust Valluenus’ claims. Keela had been his student for a decade, they both served the same court, and he had always believed Valluenus shared his respect for freewill. He picked it up, fingers gliding along the smooth bands of interlocked gold, its rubies swirling with magic. Valluenus got up and plucked up the collar with telekinesis, bringing it over to a large standing mirror.

“Allow me to put it on, up you go, that’s it.” Keela got up and stood before the mirror, back to his old teacher and mentor, as he slid the collar around Keela’s throat and latched it in place.

Keela gasped as heat shot through him, and he reached for the collar, recognizing immediately the danger it posed. With his wings, Valluenus forced Keela’s arms down to their sides, the ancient avian laughing before he brought his beak close and whispered into Keela’s ear, “I knew you’d be able to fight it, but it is all for naught. If you surrender now, it will be easier to accept your fate.”

“W-wh—” Keela’s tongue felt like lead in his mouth. His whole body became more and more sedate, in the matter of a few breaths, it became difficult to move a muscle, much less break free of Valluenus grip. With a great force of will, he managed to force out a hoarse, “Why?”

“Because I needed a good test case, and what better one than the student who got away?”

Keela had left Valluenus’ side because Lyllia had been given as an egg to him to care for. The last act of their troubled mother, who disappeared after dropping the egg off at his doorstep.

Valluenus stepped back and said, “First order of business: You are never allowed to take off or let anyone else take off that collar unless instructed by me to do so.” Keela felt electricity shoot through his body at the command, tail twitching. “You never were devoted enough to me to bring you into the fold using my traditional methods, but with this that won’t matter. Now, come sit and pour us tea.”

As Valluenus moved back to sitting on his cushion, Keela sat opposite of him, feeling a strange surge of euphoria wash through his body as he obeyed. Steaming disks of dark liquid climbed up their crimson cups. He slid one cup to Valluenus before staring ahead blankly. He felt dissociated from his body, unable to access and command it. He had become a passenger watching until Valluenus said, “You may speak freely.”

Instantly Keela felt in control of his throat, his tongue, his lungs again, and demanded, “What are you doing?”

“Call me Master Valluenus when you speak to me in private.”

Keela said through grit fangs, “Master Valluenus, what are you doing?”

“Developing a wondrous utopia with me at its center.”

Keela didn’t expect that answer anymore than he did this betrayal. “What do you intend to do with me?”

“Nothing harmful, mind you. I’m not going to hurt you or Lyllia—I simply wish to do some course correction to make sure your powers are being used for the greater good,” Valluenus said as he took a sip of tea. “Do you mind if I gloat for a bit?”

“Yes.”

The corners of Valluenus’ beak frowned. “See, that defiance, it won’t do. You want to listen. You will hang on my every word as if I’m reciting to you the sweetest poetry.”

Keela groaned as electricity lashed his nerves, ears flattening backwards until Valluenus opened his beak to speak, then Keela’s ears reflexively went forward, body filled with a strange excitement that turned to more pleasure as Valluenus spoke:

“Before you left, I thought I had in you one of the most promising supplicants in decades, but alas, we parted with you and I arguing. You about the importance of freewill, me about how us higher minds have a duty to guide and steward those lesser than us. I never even got to show you any of my toys. The one you’re wearing now is one of two in existence—a prototype so difficult in the making that it will be some time before we figure out how to mass produce them. They are the newest generation of my Obedience Collars.”

Keela managed to force a glare into his eyes as he demanded, “What do you mean newest?”

“See, you never found out because you left before I could reconcile our differences on the matter. But in my lands, I have found a rather effective way of managing dissidents, vagabonds, and criminals. The Obedience Collars are a chance at a new life, one filled with so much joy and pleasure most subjects would rather wear their collars than take them off. We use them in battle, breeding, and work, a servant class that happily works to make the loyal citizens of my lands happy and rich.”

“Slavery is outlawed—”

“Slavery,” Valluenus scoffed, “Such a dirty word, I prefer to think I am making space for pokemon to feel a lifetime of bliss and completion for service. Think of all the unhappy mons in this city, who work endlessly to keep its gears turning, ground down by the drudgery of it all. I have the power to fill their lives with ecstasy. In all forms of society there must be drones whose work maintains that society—shouldn’t those same drones be rewarded for their thankless service?”

“Xerneas help us, how long have you been like this? How did I not see it?”

“Oh come now, you only saw what I wanted you to see. You were so delicate and I was so careful cultivating you, perhaps too careful, seeing how you got away, but it makes your mind the perfect test for my new collar. If a psychic trained by myself can’t resist it, then all that’s left is to see how the long-term effects on your mind play out.”

“Long-term effects?”

Valluenus took another drink of tea, then said, “Please quench your thirst, pet. You went to far too much work preparing this tea to just let it go to waste.”

Keela took the smallest sip he could of the dark liquid, its warmth spilling down his throat and meeting his gut with a satisfying thrill of obeying another order.

Valluenus said after Keela took a drink, “You see, long-term exposure to the collars has the unfortunate side-effect of eroding the minds of those who wear them. They become nothing but creatures that seek out servicing others, which is a perfectly fine result for drones, but it’s not the ideal result for individuals too powerful or important to be drones.”

Keela could already piece together the difference: “I’m still aware.”

“Yes, you are. In most cases, drones experience life in a state of trance, awareness of their conscious self fading until it disappears completely. Yours works by partitioning your consciousness, maintaining it in a sort of… terrarium. Your will is subsumed by mine, but not washed away. Ideally, you should be able to go about your daily life with no one noticing the collar’s domination over you. To anyone else, it will be a favored piece of jewelry.”

“I’ll find a way to get this off, and when I do I’ll do everything in my power to stop you,” Keela swore.

“Such spirit! That is what I like to see.”

Why did it have to feel good to be praised by him? Keela managed to grit his paws into fists, but before either mon might speak, there was a knock on the backdoor.

“Come in, Ospura, Keela is ready.” From the kitchen, Keela heard the backdoor open and close, two sets of paws padding into the room. Keela with his back to them. He wanted to turn and face his sister, who he knew had to be in the room, tell her things would be okay, but the collar would not let him turn around.”

“Are you okay, Lyllia?”

There came a very vacant and quiet, “Yes.”

Her voice was all wrong. “What have you done with her?” Keela snarled.

“Simply given her a similar gift,” Valluenus said. “Turn around and see for yourself.”

Keela turned around to see his sweet, innocent little sister standing beside Ospura, muzzle hanging slightly open, panting, a steel collar latched around her neck, and her eyes staring vacantly ahead, rhodamine light swirling from her pupils. Keela’s gut pinched and he said to Valluenus, “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, take that collar off of her.”

Valluenus said, “Oh we will, don’t worry.” Valluenus got up, talons clicking on the wooden floor as he came to Keela’s side and asked, “First, tell me Keela, do you think your sister is beautiful?”

Keela’s lip twitched, fangs grit as he tried not to answer, fighting with his own tongue before a strained, “Yes… she is…”

“Ever since she evolved you’ve struggled with how attractive you’ve found her.”

Keela was shaking, trying to tell himself that what Valluenus said wasn’t true. But now when he looked at Lyllia, he couldn’t help but notice the curve of her waist, the colors of her red, orange, yellow fur now striking and fetching, and her scent…

Keela’s eyes went wide. That scent he knew but had never smelled from his sister before.

“Isn’t that inconvenient? She’s going into heat right as you have guests over,” Valluenus said.

Something in Keela snapped, and for a moment the terrarium shattered, he seized control of his body and wheeled around, claws raised to strike Valluenus only for Ospura to grab his wrists. Keela snarled and fought, but his struggling grew weaker with each trembling quake of his muscles. The collar took back control, and Valluenus was practically giddy.

“Hahaha! This is why I wanted to do this—I knew it would make you fight harder than anything else, but you still can’t break free, can you?”

“I’ll kill you, Master Valluenus.”

“Come now, you will do no such thing,” Valluenus said. He brought up a wing and stroked under Keela’s jaw with it. “You are, now and forever, going to be one of my pets, just like I always planned for you to be.”

Keela ground his teeth, quaking yet helpless to do anything against the collar keeping him bound. Seeing Lyllia standing there helpless in her collar, eyes swirling with light made him ache. He had failed to protect the person he cared for most, and now they were both at this traitor’s mercy.

Valluenus said, “Now, here is what I want you to do: You are going to pick up and carry Lyllia to your bed, and then you are going to channel all the love and care you have for your sweet little sister and make passionate love to her. Since it’s her first time, make sure you pleasure her, carve the ecstasy of your touch into her body. You won’t touch her with your cock until you’ve made her squirt. After she has, you are going to breed her. You’ll knot her little heated spade and experience the most powerful, overwhelming orgasm of your life, pleasure only your sister’s little body will ever give you. Do you understand your orders?”

As Valluenus spoke, the pit in Keela’s stomach deepened. He had no way of stopping this, yet still he fought the compulsion to answer Valluenus, muzzle clamped shut and quivering as he struggled to swallow the words his master wanted to hear. To accept those orders would only hurt the person he cared most for.

“What’s wrong? Afraid to show your sister just how special she is to you?” Ospura asked with a sneer. “What was the point of all those lessons I gave you if you don’t use them to make your sister feel good?”

“You know in your heart of hearts no one else is good enough for her,” Valluenus added. “You have spent so much time taking care of her. Caring for her. You know her better than anyone else. She belongs to you. And you both make each other so happy, it just makes sense for you to become her lover. You both will be much happier when you let go of all those concerns of right and wrong and pursue what makes you both happiest.”

As the two spoke, Keela wrestled with his shifting thoughts. Ospura was right: all those lurid nights the two spent together had taught him how to be an excellent lover, and it had been so long since he had a companion for the night. It shouldn’t… he shouldn’t want… but how else could he guarantee Lyllia’s safety in such matters if he wasn’t taking charge? She belonged to him. Their happiness bound up in each other… and he wanted so badly for Lyllia to be happy…

Valluenus leaned down and crooned in Keela’s ear, “Don’t deny your true feelings for her. Since she’s evolved you can’t help the attraction you feel. The lust. Sometimes her beauty would surprise you so much you would have to leave the room just to keep her from seeing you get hard.”

Keela knew Valluenus was trying to reshape his memories, knew it should not be true, but then he remembered just yesterday, he’d been helping Lyllia clean up her room and when she bent over to grab the things that had fallen under her bed—she hiked her yellow, red-tipped tail and had exposed her spade and the scent and sight of it so close he could reach out and touch it—Keela felt his loins flush with heat at this made-up memory, which now seemed so present in his mind…

As if Valluenus could see the manufactured memory stitching itself into his mind, Keela’s new master said, “You’ve been holding yourself back for too long. You are what she needs, and she knows, deep in her heart of hearts, that her big brother is all she needs. Don’t you want her? Don’t you want to show her how good you can make her feel?”

“Y-yes.” It slipped out of Keela—he didn’t mean it, but saying it still made his sheath swell.

“Then what are you waiting for? Stop fighting what you know is right.”

This wasn’t… Keela wasn’t supposed to… but he couldn’t recall what it was he should feel towards his sister. His gaze was only for Lyllia. The spiced, sharp scent of her heat only growing stronger. When had Keela begun panting? His tapered, red cock already peeked from his sheath.

“What do you want? More than anything?”

“My… my sister… I need her to…” but what did Keela need from her? Even the collar she wore, the swirling lights in her eyes Keela suddenly found fetching. She was so exposed, so vulnerable, her mind so easy to shape. Why had he gotten upset seeing her like this?

“You need to claim her, once and for all. You’ve waited long enough,” Valluenus urged. “Say it, pet.”

“I need… to claim her.”

“Breed her.”

“Bree… b-breed her.” It simultaneously hurt Keela and thrilled him to say it.

“You’ve longed to taste her cunt, to feel her squeeze on your knot. You’ve spent too many long nights needing her. You can’t wait any longer.”

Keela was barraged with frustrating memories of stroking his shaft in bed, holding a tuft of Lyllia’s fur to his nose as he did, squeezing his knot and trying to slake his lusts for his sister.

Valluenus asked, “Now, what did I tell you earlier to do to your sister?”

And this time, when Keela remembered Valluenus’ orders, it no longer felt like a command he couldn’t fathom following, but a door his master had so helpfully opened. This opportunity to claim his sister was too important to miss. The collars, hypnosis, mind control: words that meant nothing to him now as his sister stood there, spade dripping onto the hardwood floor. And seeing the wet spot on the floor between her paws made Keela whine.

Keela told Valluenus, “You want me to make love to her Master Valluenus.”

“And don’t you want to?”

“More than, mmph, anything,” Keela answered honestly, body rushing with a strange heat and pleasure.

“Then be rewarded for your obedience, pet. You may move freely.”

The lock on his muscles released, and Keela finally had the ability to move as he pleased. A few minutes ago, such a sensation would have sprung him to action. He would have scooped up Lyllia and fled fast and far as he could. Now, though, all he could think about was Lyllia’s body, its pheromonal heat and need a perfume that nearly had Keela’s teeth chattering, his dripping, veiny red pokecock climbed free of its sheath and fully engorged by the scent of his sister.

Keela reached down and picked Lyllia up, who gasped as Keela bridal carried her towards the back of the manor, to his room. It had ample space for all four pokemon, as Valluenus and Ospura followed him, Keela barely noticing as he reached the edge of his four poster bed, Lyllia laid out on scarlet, satin sheets.

He stroked her cheek, admiring the softness of her coat, but something felt wrong. She simply stared blankly ahead, unable to form a thought through the haze of the collar she wore. It wasn’t right—that collar. Keela understood it would keep her docile through all of this, but the collar would also make sure she didn’t remember their first time, and it hurt Keela to think he wouldn’t be able to fully share this moment with her.

He turned and faced Valluenus and Ospura, asking, “Master, at least let me take the collar off of her.”

Valluenus actually cocked his head. “You want her to be aware of what you’re doing?”

“Her first time should be special, memorable.”

Valluenus actually laughed. Ospura smirked with her arms folded over her chest. “So dirty, insisting she remember every little moment of your first time.”

“Master, you told me to carve ecstasy into her body. How can her body remember its shape when her mind isn’t fully there?”

“Hehehe, very well, Keela. Remove her collar and show us just how much your sister is already willing to give you.”

“She’s always been ready, master. It was me who needed convincing,” Keela said. Lyllia adored and worshipped him—now it was Keela’s turn to worship her.

Keela laid on the bed beside her, gently reaching behind her neck and unclasping the heavy steel collar and sliding it off her. He dropped it on the floor, scritching behind her ear as she stirred. “Hey, little firestarter, time to wake up.”

“Big… big brother? What happened?” She felt groggy and itchy in her groin, almost like she had a fever, but instead of chills her body was electrified with tingling, sensitive heat. The familiar scent of burnt cedar from her brother mixed with something headier… muskier, made her squirm a little.

Keela stroked her cheek, smiling as he said, “You’re alright, firestarter. In fact, you’re more than alright. You started something special today.”

“Spec… special? I feel sick…”

“Not sick, sweetie, you’re just in heat, and big brother is going to make you feel better. Taking care of you is my job, right?”

Lyllia nodded, feeling a little better to have Keela so close to her. She nuzzled into his shoulder and whispered, “You smell so good…” Her head still felt sluggish, and she couldn’t quite tell what was going—except that her big brother’s scent was so sharp and alluring. She burrowed her snout deeper into his fur and sniffed again, and this time she felt the muscles in her lower abdomen clench, and something wet spilled from her. A soft moan slipped from her muzzle, finding her brother’s scent simultaneously soothing and irritating, making her squirmier and squirmier.

Keela kissed her brow and said, “You want to smell something really good?”

Lyllia asked, “What could be better than big brother’s smell?”

Keela gently grabbed Lyllia by the scruff and lifted her head out of his fur, guiding her to look down his body. Keela had been so absorbed in his sister he completely forgot about Master Valluenus and Ospura watching them, but when he looked up he found that both had cast a cloak of invisibility around themselves. Valluenus wisely understood how important this moment was to Keela, and so kept himself and Ospura hidden so that Lyllia’s attention was entirely on her brother. Her red eyes glued to the turgid length between Keela’s thighs. A pillar of red flesh pushing out of dark fur that leaked glistening fluid from its tip. A pungent, musky scent that Lyllia only needed to breathe in once before she crawled closer to it.

Keela smiled fondly as she did. His cock throbbing at the way she stared at it. She stopped snout hovering just before the tip, nose twitching as she took in another deep breath and quivered all over. More fluid weeping from her swollen, aching cunny.

“Big brother smells even better here, huh?” Keela asked as he gently guided her snout down into his pubes. She huffed and whined, tail now whipping back and forth.

“Wha… what’s this red thing coming out of you?”

“That’s my cock, sweetie. It comes out when I feel really excited.”

“Ex… excited?” Lyllia asked as her eyes continued to stare up at the meaty shaft that now towered over her muzzle. The musky sweat of Keela’s pubes made her core feel funny and tight. Almost uncomfortable.

“That’s right, firestarter. I’m excited because you’re in heat, which means you’re old enough for me to show you new ways for us to love each other.”

“Mmmph.”

“You’re hurting right now, aren’t you, sweetie?”

Lyllia wriggled and whined on top of her brother, gaze still hypnotically fixed on the leaking, smelly shaft in front of her. She didn’t understand why she wanted to touch it, why seeing a line precum drooling down the length of that red flesh made her mouth water.

“It’s okay, though, because I know just how to make you feel better, okay firestarter?”

“O-okay,” she muttered, voice muffled by her brother’s thick pubic fur.

Gently, Keela grabbed her thighs and guided his little sister to straddle his chest. Her tail hiked when Keela squeezed her inner thighs, showing the young girl’s instinctual readiness for him. Carefully, Keela reached under her and rubbed Lyllia’s pubic mound, getting another sweet moan from the braixen, who stole a glance backwards and asked, “W-what are you doing?”

“Helping you with your heat, firestarter,” Keela answered as his fingers slipped down to stroke across the swollen, coal colored flesh of her inflamed vulva. Even just having his fingers rub against the squishy, soft flesh of her sex made Lyllia’s insides clench and her nether lips leak.

“B-big brother…” she whined, body pushing back into his touch even as she said, “It’s dirty back there.”

“Nothing about you is, hah, dirty, Lyllia,” Keela said, panting with that inflamed spade so close to his lips now. It was drooling on his chest, his jaw trembling from how badly he wanted to taste her. All those nights fantasizing about his sister led up to this one, single, glorious moment Master Valluenus had provided for Keela. And Keela needed his sister to know exactly what he would do to her, so that later she would know exactly what to beg for. He grabbed her pert little rear with both hands and squeezed before spreading those cheeks, thumbs stroking back and forth across the soft, furry flesh of her rear. He told her, “I want you to do your best to stay just like this for me, firestarter. You think you can do that?”

Dripping, exposed spade pushed up into the air, muzzle still resting in her brother’s pungent pubic fur; Lyllia’s quaking body had completely surrendered to Keela’s direction, even as she couldn’t stop her shivering she tried her best to remain still for him as Keela’s snout hovered closer and closer to her tight, trickling sex. He spread her labia, admiring the way her inner sex blossomed into dewy rose-colored flesh. The stench of her heat washed over his nostrils and made his whiskers twitch. Her pungent flower only strengthened Keela’s resolve to taste her.

It was strange that he ever tried to fight Master Valluenus about this. After spending so long pining after his sister, Master had liberated him from all his fears and given him this opportunity. One Keela would make sure he and his sister both relished.

Keela’s lips pressed to those plump nether lips and Lyllia whimpered. She tried to look behind her and asked, “Wha-what are—ahn!” His tongue pushed inside her sensitive, virginal walls. Keela was twice her size, which meant his probing, oral muscle filled out her snug little vent easily. The sharp, heated flavor of her estrus made Keela’s dick twitch and jump. Both brother and sister moaned. Keela’s cock twitched and spat a wad of precum in the air, which landed on Lyllia’s snout. She licked it off reflexively, and the salty flavor made her pussy clench around the wriggling invader inside her.

Keela ripped his muzzle away and licked his chops, panting, wild enough with lust that he felt as though he might pop prematurely. His knot aching. He wanted to fuck Lyllia so badly, but he needed to make absolutely sure to indulge Lyllia’s curiosity as well as her lust. Properly grooming her into his lover meant making sure she knew what he did to her so she would ask for it again and again.

Voice a little husky and hoarse, Keela said, “This is called foreplay, firestarter. It’s, hah, what lovers do to make each other feel good and get ready for breeding.” Gently, Keela pushed a single finger into his sister’s pussy, pumping it in and out. “Do you feel good, Lyllia?”

“Y-yeah,” she whined into his pubes. “It’s just… so much…”

“Hehe, that’s a good thing. When it overwhelms you, something special happens.”

“Mmph?”

“You’ll see, firestarter,” Keela said as he licked his lips again. This time when he spread her cunny, his fingers dipped down into the crest of her spade, rubbing against the little nub of flesh tucked inside those folds.

Lyllia yelped when his pawpads rubbed her sensitive button. She cried out and almost scrambled away, the electricity that arced through her body close to painful.

“And this is your clit,” Keela said. “It’s really sensitive, huh?” Asked as Keela rubbed slow circles around her nub.

Lyllia couldn’t answer past her quaking and whimpering. It sent a gratifying thrill through Keela to know he had his little sister in such a state. Keela didn’t wait for her to answer, as his digit slid back up, then inside her spade, two fingers this time, crushed by that little cunny soon as Keela shoved them inside her. He curled them downwards, towards her clit, where that bundle of nerves were centered. His pawpads ground into it and Lyllia groaned.

“And this is your g-spot, firestarter. It’s a different kind of feeling, isn’t it?”

It was. Heat radiated through her groin up into her core. It made Lyllia’s head go blank. White hot pleasure eroding all her thoughts. She’d never felt anything like it. And when the pressure of those digits let up and slid backwards, she ached to feel that way again, suddenly desperate for it, a strange feeling like hunger but different. It felt more important to have this than food. Right now, in her heat, what she needed more than anything was her brother’s touch.

Keela’s digits plunged back inside her and Lyllia squealed as they punched that spot again. That overwhelming pleasure almost hurt. Lyllia felt battered by it, and might have been scared of it if it were anyone else doing this. But she knew her brother would keep her safe, she trusted him with her body. And the more she gave it to him, the stronger Lyllia’s heat became, stoked by the fingers now pumping her pussy, knuckles slamming into her swollen labia. Her sensitive insides squeezed tight, unable to slow down those plundering digits scraping out all this pleasure from her body. A tightness began to wind up in her tummy, each stab of his fingers depressing the spring deeper.

Keela could feel how close his sister was to her first orgasm. Her pussy practically pulsed with racing tension, and he knew exactly what would send her over. He dipped his muzzle beneath the paw that fucked her spade, and burrowed his snout into the spade’s pointed crest. His lips wrapped around her little clit, and his tongue lashed the bud in quick, lapping strokes.

Lyllia could have never been prepared. The combination of the hammering pleasure and pressure of her brother’s fingers combined with the electric sensation of his tongue toying with her clit was too much. She felt her body begin to convulse. Pleasure overwhelmed her in a tidal wave as her cunny clenched and squirted all over her brother’s fingers and face. And Keela did not let up, sucking hard on her clit as his paw ploughed her contracting cookie. Lyllia screamed as Keela continued playing with her through her peak, working over those spots of pleasure till her cunt convulsed again, feeling like she might explode only to shoot more all over her brother’s muzzle.

This time Keela quickly, smoothly, rotated hand and mouth, thumb now rubbing Lyllia’s little clit while his tongue dove back into her hot little honey pot. Sweet braixen nectar flooded Keela’s muzzle and made him snarl. His palate immediately stained with the heat of her estrus, his tastebuds tingling, his balls spurting a cloudy, spermy glob of precum. Lyllia could not think, body in a state of ecstatic shock. She simply panted and gasped, muzzle hanging open, tongue lolling from her mouth, and tears beading her eyes as her brother continued licking her inner walls. His skilled tongue and thumb stretching out her orgasm for minutes as Keela moaned, body flooded with pheromonal pleasure. The collar’s work, but why did it matter when he got to share something so special with the one he loved the most?

Both brother and sister’s eyes had glazed over in their hypnotic state of lust. Keela’s tongue plunged in and out his sister till her convulsions finally quelled, leaving behind a heated, desperate ache in Lyllia’s core. Keela could sense it on her—he hadn’t even noticed when, but at some point he extended his mind to hers, and now Keela was privy to all her lust-muddled thoughts, the sensation of his oral muscle stroking her inner walls, and the desperation of her body’s core.

Lyllia groaned when Keela’s tongue slipped from her snatch. Her brother licked his lips again before he reached down and grabbed her shoulder. Gently, he turned her over and placed her on her back. Keela rolled on top of her, on all fours, cock dripping on the sheets as Keela’s muzzle dipped down to hers.

“B-big brother?”

“Shhh,” Keela cooed before kissing her.

Lyllia shivered and whined, but shrank backwards from the kiss.

“What’s wrong, firestarter?”

“Well… I thought… y-you told me before siblings don’t kiss on the lips.”

Keela smiled warmly down at her and stroked her cheek. “It’s something others look down upon,” Keela admitted to her. “But your brother loves you so much he doesn’t care what others think. I just want to make you feel good and show you how good kissing feels. Don’t you want to feel good together?”

Lyllia whimpered and nodded. In truth, she had thought about kissing her brother before. She had been too young to understand why catching glances of his sheath would give her butterflies in her stomach. Of spending evenings fingering her little cookie thinking of his cock. Of course, when Keela’s lips met hers again, she threw her arms around his head, tilted her muzzle and opened it so his larger muzzle would lock in place with hers. His tongue suddenly filled her maw, forcing the sharp, bitter taste of her smoldering nectar onto her palate.

Valluenus watched with glee as the two siblings made out, so absorbed in each other he probably didn’t need the invisibility spell. His collar had corrupted Keela so thoroughly and so quickly that the avian’s tapered cock had dropped from its cloaca. His eager Ospura already between his legs, deep throating the long, conical length. Valluenus could sense Keela psychically linking with his sister, implanting false memories of lusting after her brother, hypnotizing her to surrender completely to him just like Valluenus had hypnotized Keela to rape her.

Keela was lost in his sister’s body and mind. Her ripe, fertile psyche so easy for him to cultivate. So easy to implant memories of her masturbating thinking of him, of her sneaking into his bed while he slept to smell his sheath, of her waking up from wet dreams of him breeding her, of stirring up her snatch with her wand while she listened to Keela masturbate. She’d been such a perverted, horny, needy vixen for so long. She’d been so ashamed of what she was that she hid it from her brother, but now she didn’t need to anymore. She belonged to him, she lived for his touch, for his kiss. Protesting it seemed ridiculous now. Why would she ever want anything else?

They broke the kiss panting. Keela reached down and pressed the tapered, pointed tip of his vulpine cock at her. Keela kissed her again and said, “I’m going to breed you now, do you know what that means, firestarter?”

Of course she did. Lyllia had only been pining for it most of her perverted life. She squirmed on the bed and whispered, “P-please big brother, I need your c-cock.” An hour ago, such words weren’t even in her vocabulary, but now felt right on her tongue, like she’d been wanting to say them for so long.

“That’s my good little girl,” Keela said. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

“M-me too.”

Keela smirked and kissed her before leaning and whispering in her ear, “I know you have…” Keela began to press his hips down into her, his spear wedging its way between her swollen labia. Just the tip pried her little pussy open, Lyllia already feeling far more spread by it than Keela’s fingers or tongue. She panted into his ear, trying to relax her core even as her cunny clenched on the intruder. Keela worked his hips in gentle, slow gyrations, his tip popping in and out of her as Keela said, “Do you know how hard it was for me? Knowing how badly you lusted for me…”

“Y-you knew?” Lyllia whimpered.

“You know you can’t hide your thoughts from me.”

That was right. Keela always kept a psionic bond with her, for her safety. But that also meant every time she rubbed her cookie while thinking of him that he knew. Lyllia should have been embarrassed, but all she felt was unmitigated lust and ecstasy, as that veiny rod began to push a little deeper now. The first few inches working its way inside her, pressing up against her hymen before retreating back. Her cunny a hot, wet tunnel she clenched every time Keela pulled out, trying desperately to keep it inside her.

Keela told her as he kept stirring her cunt up with his pokecock, “I had to wait until you were old enough, but you were always destined to be my pet, firestarter. You practically hatched longing to be my submissive little broodmare.”

“Yes… p-please,” Lyllia babbled as she tried to push her hips up into Keela’s thrust, his cock stabbing deeper and deeper into her hymen. This is where she belonged: her brother in complete control. Using her perverted little body to slake her lust and the lust she caused him. She deserved this for keeping Keela awake all those nights with her desperate masturbation. Keela kept pumping his hips, working in slow, steady thrusts, deeper and deeper, until Lyllia felt a sharp tear and yelped.

Keela stopped immediately. Panting, stroking Lyllia’s cheek, he hugged her tight to him and said, “I’m sorry that hurt. It’s the only time it ever will, just be brave, firestarter.”

“Mmmph, I’m…” it stung, but not enough to distract from the aching need of her vent. She wriggled her hips and said, “I’m okay… I want to keep going.”

“Heh, that’s my good girl.”

“B-big—ahn—brother… I…” she struggled to speak as Keela’s hips moved. That dick squished her insides so deliciously, that stinging pain already crushed under the stirring, itching, heated pleasure of his cock rubbing her walls. She felt the pulse of that wondrous rod as it leaked in her, more than half that crimson length now burying itself in her tight little spade. Not that she could keep track of how much of it she took, already feeling so filled by her bigger brother. He kept churning up her insides, more and more of his length sinking into that snug vent. Every time he pulled out her walls clung to his throbbing cock, dragging the clinging cunny outwards before caving it back in on every thrust. Both siblings felt the pulse of the blood they shared in each other’s sex, Keela already leaking enough cloudy beads of precum to risk knocking his fertile sister up.

But it was nowhere near enough.

Keela’s swollen knot finally pressed up against her cookie, his pointed tip grinding into her cervix. When Keela pulled out then pumped in, he stabbed her cervix, knot roughly smacking into Lyllia’s clit. The sharp pressure of her struck cervix mixed with the forceful bludgeoning of her button made her back arc up off the bed. Keela shifted his position, spreading his legs, hooking her thighs around them, grabbing her slender little waist in both hands and yanking her down on his knot. Lyllia squealed as that white hot pleasure scraped away at her reason some more. Her whole world centered on that meat plunging into her body, each smack of Keela’s heavy balls on her juvenile, pert rear rocking her whole body. Her whole body rocked with an explosion of pleasure radiating out from her sex, down her thighs to her curling toes, to the thrashing of her tail, her quivering claws digging into her brother’s back as she held onto him. The tension in her core climbed and climbed, that spring in her guts winding tighter and tighter.

Keela bounced her smaller, quaking body on his cock, grinding that knot into her spade a little harder each time. Lyllia felt her pussy stretching around that bulb, which seemed far too big to fit in her body, the angry red ball mashing into her pussy, pulling back with sticky strands of her nectar attached to it before it descended back into her body, her cookie gaping more around him. She felt her insides straining, the pressure almost painful and overwhelming. Her head tilted back, muzzle open in a silent scream as tears streamed down her cheeks. Then, with a snarl and jerk of the hips, Keela crammed his cock inside her.

That knot, fatter than her brother’s fist, smashed her g-spot with intense pressure. Keela did not stop humping her, his hips now quaking, balls drawn tight as he grit his fangs. His knot would tug backwards, forcing more pressure on that bundle of pleasure nerves, before pumping back in. It only took a few tugs before, claws digging furrows in her brother’s flesh, Lyllia screamed, “Keela!”

Her cunt clenched so hard it actually tugged Keela’s hips down into that powerful little spade. From around his knot squirted yellow fluid, the sharp, acrid yet pheromonal scent of Lyllia’s urine telling Keela he’d made her cum so hard her bladder had gone with it. And it was the sharp, heated odor of his sister, combined with her calling out his name in ecstasy that made Keela cum. His cock pulsed, wrapped so snug it couldn’t so much as twitch within that clamped cunt. He felt his balls jump, seed run down the length of his crimson cock before exploding inside her fertile womb. Brother and sister moaned together, practically clawing at each other as they clung together, Keela now sharing the experience of his pleasure with her. And it was overwhelming, addictive—Keela’s collar flushing him with more and more endorphins to make sure it was indeed the greatest orgasm of his life.

Poor Lyllia’s body felt totally overwhelmed by the strange, pulsing pleasure of a cock pouring seed inside her. The itching, heated need of her womb now quenched and dumping dopamine through her body, enough to make her muzzle hang open and drool dumbly. At least until Keela scooped up the back of her head and pulled her into another kiss. He kept gently working his hips, elongating his orgasm as she filled with more and more cum, till she felt bloated with its heat. Her slim tummy began to swell and grow taut as a seemingly endless reservoir of pent up cum spilled from her brother’s balls into her sealed spade. Eventually the pressure became too much, and from the lips of the swollen, flushed vulva came beads of pearlescent delphox cum. Another clench of Keela’s nuts and those beads turned into fat droplets of seed that quickly spilled down her swollen pussy lips and into her dark fur.

Keela broke the kiss, still unable to keep from gyrating his hips, lingering long as he could on this plateau, this height of pleasure like nothing else, brought on by claiming his little sister’s innocent body. He whispered in her ear, “From now on, firestarter, we can do this every day if you want.”

A groaning, “Mmmph,” was all that Lyllia could muster—exhausted and overwhelmed as she was.

“Hehe, don’t worry about speaking, my pet. Just focus on this feeling, this ecstasy only I can give you. It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Keela said as he gently massaged the words he whispered deeper into her mind. Etching them there with vivid images of what he wanted her to do, psychically shaping her desires while her psyche was at its most vulnerable. “From now on, we’re going to sleep in the same bed. You’re going to become addicted to my scent. Seeing me, smelling me, hearing my voice, all of it will make you needy and wet as any reminder of me makes you remember how good I make you feel. You’re going to constantly crave my body, like a good little sister should. Regular kids games are going to become boring and uninteresting, your favorite thing to do now is to have sex with your brother, and you want to have lots and lots of sex with me, don’t you firestarter?”

Lyllia whimpered and burrowed her face into his clavicle, breathing deep his scent before saying, voice muffled by Keela’s fur, “I want to feel good with you forever.”

Keela scritched behind her ears, rolling over and pulling her with him so she lay on top of him now. “You will, my sweet pet. Nothing is ever going to keep us apart, my little firestarter.” And with that, Keela used a gentle hypnosis on Lyllia, lulling her into an exhausted sleep.

Soon as Lyllia’s eyes fluttered close, Valluenus and Ospura reappeared in the room, their invisibility dispelled. Ospura got up from her knees, tongue licking her lips and swiping up some of the leftover avian cum that had spilled from her maw when Valluenus erupted inside her suckling mouth.

Cock slowly retreating back into his cloaca, Valluenus stepped to the side of the bed, beaming as he looked down at Keela and Lyllia. “Excellent work, my pet. Now, Ospura and I must go, but before we leave I’m giving you this.” Ospura placed on the nightstand a small geode carved open to reveal its crystalline cross-section. “It is a sending stone, keep it near at all times in case I need to send you new orders.”

“Yes, Master Valluenus,” Keela said as he stroked a paw down Lyllia’s back. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Your eagerness to serve is a refreshing change of pace.”

“Heh, but why should it be a surprise, Master? You’ve brought me and Lyllia closer together, and we’re going to be happier than ever thanks to you.”

Valluenus’ eyes sparkled as he leaned closer and said, “It thrills me to hear you say as much. This joy I’ve given you is what I wish to extend to the whole kingdom. I would not be interested in ruling if I did not think every pokemon would be much happier as my devoted subjects and supplicants.”

“We will do whatever is necessary to see that future arrive,” Keela said. Now with the clarity of his post orgasm, he felt a subtle hollowness to the words he spoke. He simply said them to make Valluenus happy because the collar flooded his body with pleasure and excitement at seeing his master approve of him. But he did not want the approval—Valluenus had ruined Keela, made Keela ruin his sister, and even as he ached because of what he had done, his body sang with the satisfaction of breeding his sister, his balls still wringing out the occasional spurt of cum inside her impregnated cunt.

Valluenus said, “In two days there will be an attack on the festival dedicated to the anniversary of Queen Virizion’s coronation. Make sure to keep Lyllia home so she’s safe. You will attend as your duty demands. When you get there, you will find Sir Eucalyptus and stay by his side until the attack happens. You are to help him flee, lead him somewhere where the two of you are alone then subdue him with your psionics and bring him to my men. They will be wearing blue sashes.”

“As for your daily life, continue your duties at court as if nothing has changed. If anyone asks, the collar was a gift from Sir Eucalyptus. At court you will blend in and serve the prince until I need you to do otherwise. At home, you will dedicate your time and attention to your lovely little sister. Breed her thoroughly and constantly, and when she has laid your eggs, you will send them to my castle for me to raise as future supplicants. You will also inculcate your sister into being utterly loyal to me, as well as begin a rigorous education so that her psionic potential can be properly cultivated for me to use once she is ready to be my servant. She will, of course, always belong to you, my pet, but you both are simply too powerful not to serve me.”

“Of course, Master Valluenus. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Valluenus reached out and stroked Keela’s cheek with a wing, showing, in his own twisted way, his old student and new pet genuine affection. “Spend the remainder of today pampering and pleasuring your sweet little Lyllia.”

“Heh, thank you, Master. There’s nothing I want more.”

“Your love for your sister is a thing of beauty, Keela. I’m so honored and gratified to have gotten the chance to deepen it for you.” And Keela knew Valluenus meant his words. Once, Keela had thought it Valluenus’ age, wisdom, and psionic powers that made the ancient articuno act as though he knew what was best for everyone around him, believed—foolishly—that while Valluenus may be strongly opinionated, that he still trusted and respected those around him to act freely. Now Keela understood what Valluenus truly was:

A pokemon whose immense power led him to believe it was his divine right to dominate all those around them.

And Keela was simply one more servant to gratify Valluenus’ sense that it was best for the articuno to rule over other pokemon. Keela watched Ospura and Valluenus walk out of his room, disappearing from the manor like they never visited. With Lyllia’s softly snoring body still tied to his, Keela wrestled with the sublime satisfaction of getting to breed his sister. His love of Lyllia twisted, perverted, and even as a small part of him felt ashamed of what he let happened, of what he did to his sister, the rest of his enslaved body and mind could only think of how good it would be when his knot deflated and he could roll over and wake up Lyllia to the sweet sensation of eating out her stuffed, messy little cookie. His hunger for her body so ravenous he couldn’t even recall that only an hour before he would have been disgusted at the thought of taking advantage of her. Even Keela’s conscious, partitioned mind understood that even if he somehow got the collar off, he would not be able to go back to his old life with his sister now.

In her sleep, Lyllia’s cunt throbbed and squeezed his cock before she nuzzled deeper into his collarbone. Keela hugged her tight, consoling himself with the thought that at least he would be able to share in the joy of perverting his little sister with a world of new, intoxicating pleasures.