Happy Birthday(Nicobay)
A story for Nicobay about his father and his family (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2980942/)
Skrien awoke with a vicious hangover. His head throbbed and his stomach felt as though he had swallowed a brick. The intense bitter taste of alcohol hung at the back of his throat. He rolled over, from his back onto his belly, forcing himself to swallow the bile that shot up from his sick stomach. He closed his watery eyes, sensitive to the light that into his home. He massaged his aching forehead.
He had strange dreams, vivid and wild, completely surreal. The kind of dreams that left you feeling like you had spent your entire life sleeping and that everything that you thought you knew was a lie. He felt lost in time, stuck trying to pick out the truths from the fantasies, but every attempt led him in a circle and he made absolutely no progress. One thing was for certain, he had definitely gone overboard the night before.
Standing was a pain, it made all his muscles and joints sore, made his head swim. He could feel his stomach turn. Choking and gagging, he stumbled his way outside - he hadn't defiled his home before and he wasn't about to begin now.
Outside, the sun was too bright for his poor eyes. It blinded him, making his head pound. He tripped over his own feet and was only able to catch himself after he had buried his face in the dirt. The wind was cool against his skin and there was a Zangoose standing in the field, smoking a cigarette - one of his son's friends. He said something, but Skrien didn't hear, he was on a drunken mission and focused completely on one thing.
He found the nearest bush and emptied his stomach in the way that made his eyes and nostrils burn. He heard the Zangoose laugh behind him, it tore at his pride. He stood there, staring at the pile of his own vomit until he was sure that he was finished. His stomach cramped and his chest hurt as he staggered back inside. He was feeling drained, but it was an improvement over how he had felt before. Puking always helped to clear a drunken mind.
He was stopped by the Zangoose on the way in.
"Ha. Had fun last night? I know I did."
Skrien simply groaned a response. He must have had the time of his life the night before and he was just reaping the repercussions now. The Zangoose took a drag of his cigarette and flashed Skrien a completely untrustworthy smile. It made Skrien's stomach curl.
"You should get some food in you. Drink some water."
Skrien grunted.
"Trust me, I've got experience in these sort of things."
He groaned again.
"Fine, don't listen to me then." And with that, the Zangoose ended the conversation with a long drag of his cigarette.
"Oh, and Skrien... Happy Birthday."
Skrien wandered back into his home, the Zangoose was probably right. His pride and ego got in the way of his judgment, he was used to being the dominant member of his family and he began to feel that the Zangoose was starting to overstay his welcome.
Skrien found a nice dark corner to curl up. He had to admit, there was a certain air about the Zangoose that really livened his home.
His Birthday.
It was his birthday party last night. No wonder he had gotten so drunk. He shut his eyes and quickly fell back asleep.
In his dreams, he relived the memory of his birthday.
It was late in the afternoon and everything was ready. His friends were there, his family too; all were gathered in his den. Dinner was prepared; everyone ate their fill, congratulations were shared all around. After dinner, the drinks were passed and everyone drank, raising their cups to him.
His chest filled with pride. His cheeks however, displayed a tinge of embarrassment; every year, it was the same thing; dinner with friends and family, but somehow, more gathered each time.
Time passed with drunkenness and cheer. He, his friends, his family; all celebrating the years long passed and the years still yet to come. It brought him to realization; this was what life was all about.
When the moon hung heavy in the sky and everyone had left, Skrien stepped outside for a breathe of fresh air. There he found the Zangoose, smoking his last cigarette for the night, bobbing his head to an unhearable beat locked inside of his head. At times, the Zangoose seemed more human than pokemon.
"It's all been done," The Zangoose sung, he was drunk, it was oblivious by the slur of his voice and his loss of control over his tone. "It's all been d-o-n-e, be-fore!" He laughed and Skrien joined in, sharing the Zangoose's carefree attitude.
"It's been over a year now, since we met." The Zangoose began, snuffing his smoke, and staring far out into the distance.
"Yeah, it has."
"Been a bit wild, hasn't it?"
Skrien couldn't disagree. Recalling all the "incidents" involving him and his family - he was a troublemaker, but one that they all enjoyed having around.
"Your family was looking for you, you know?" The Zangoose just smiled and Skrien nodded, turning to return to his den.
"Oh, and Skrien? Happy Birthday."
He was still viciously drunk. The world seemed to have suddenly picked up speed and he was having trouble keeping up. It felt as though he was part of an audience, he had forsaken his control over himself and had instead chosen to sit back and watch everything play out. In his mind, he had his plans - see his mate, potentially screw her, then sleep the rest of his drunk away.
In his dreams, he remembered finding her in bed. She was hot and ready for them, they both had been waiting for this. She had her large, sweet ass propped in the air, stubby tail raised high. Her honey coated the soft lips of her pussy, making them glisten and shine in the dull light of his home. But when he got close, close enough to smell the heat of her body, she turned to face him.
She said something. He saw her lips move and he heard the sound, but he could not comprehend. It was muffled, as though his ears were plugged with water, but the way her lips moved, he could tell it was seductive and taunting. She led him to bed and laid him down on his back.
He stared at her, the way she moved between his legs. His sheath swelled thick, his cocktip already peeking from the opening. His excitement built until he could no longer breath - just watching her glide her way down his body. She hovered her head above his sheath and he could feel her hot breath washing over his growing erection.
She pulled away, leaving him dumbstruck. He tried to sit up, but he was pushed back down and the face of his daughter appeared between his legs.
She pressed her broad nose against his sheath and drew in the intense scent of his musk.
Daddy's musk.
"Oh, dear lord..." The words escaped his lips, just as his shaft escaped his sheath. It throbbed hard, something about the thought turned him on. Seeing his beautiful, innocent daughter between his legs made him shake and shiver.
She rolled her tongue up between his heavy balls and across his dark red cock, working all the way from the base up to the tip, near his rounded belly. He groaned, her smooth tongue made his body quiver.
His mate joined in moments after, dipping her head down next to his daughter's to help tease his senses. They kissed and licked around his shaft, tending every thick and throbbing inch with a heated desire. He watched, helpless, as his fimaly worshipped him.
Precum gathered at the tip of his cock and his wife wrapped her lips tight around his tip, sucking it right off of his flesh. With her mouth full of precum, she turned and kissed her daughter hard upon the lips. They moaned, passing his precum between them with their tongues. The sight made Skrien's cock pound!
His daughter was the one to swallow his preseed and she leaned down to gather more. She wrapped her lips tight around his powerful shaft and glided down his shaft, taking it all in, until she kissed his large knot. He couldn't believe it, how did she learn to take that much cock?
He planted his paws on the back of her head to hold her still and viciously, he raised his hips and drove his shaft into her mouth. She gagged, but she remained still and her throat relaxed to the point where he could thrust again. Hot gasps escaped from his chest. He shoved in, into the warmth of her mouth and in to the clutch of her throat. If she wanted to be his 'special little girl' then she would have to learn how to take his cock.
His wife busied herself with his balls, kissing and sucking upon them, rolling his orbs about with her tongue. The sensation was amazing, these two women, beautiful as they were, tending him as though he was a king.
He shoved his hips, plowing his hardness into the face of his daughter. His shaft, coated with precum and saliva, slid effortlessly between her soft lips. His balls boiled and the heat of his mate's mouth made it worse. His body became tense, his muscles coiling like a spring, down and down, until suddenly - he burst into the mouth of his daughter, shoving his cock into her throat to fill her belly. His knot swelled, her lips pressed tight against it.
She swallowed it all down, just like a pro.
"Drink it all down, you little slut." He murmured and she did.
When he released her, she suckled hard and raised her head. His cocktip slipped free with a loud pop and with it, the very last of his load escaped his cock and splattered across her lips.
She gasped in delight and turned her head to give her father a seductive, slutty expression. He loved it. She turned about and raised her ass to her father, displaying to him her pussy, simply drooling with her honey; she did it as though she was proud of her pussy. She lowered her hips, grinding her slick cunt against his thick erection.
He moaned and arched his spine, tilting his head just in time to catch the view of his wife, positioning above him, her own drooling honeypot hovering just inches above his face. This brought a smile to his lips and he lifted his head off the floor to indulge in his mate's body.
He dipped his tongue inside of her, sampling her sweet flavor. It was like biting into a piece of fresh, juicy fruit. Again and again he lapped her nectar, making her moan; until he shoved his muzzle against her and spread her open with his thick tongue. Then, she shrieked.
His daughter eased her opening to the tip of his shaft and once there, she drove her hips down, impaling herself on his thick shaft. She slid smoothly until she banged against his knot and from there; it was a slow, agonizing process. She pushed, spreading her pussy wide around his rounded knot. The feeling was both painful and pleasurable, but when she finally stretched around his width, her body sunk and her hips kissed against his.
She felt so full. She could feel her father through her belly. She rocked wildly against him, his knot holding her firmly, making her movements short and rapid. Her body squeezed around his every inch and it was especially tight around his knot, clutching so tight that he thought it might burst.
He shoved right back against her, his thrusts so powerful it raised her a little higher each and every time. His mate would not be forgotten, shoving her crotch so hard against his face that he felt like she would swallow him.
He went wild. His brain jolted with bliss, his body quaked, every sense pleasured by his family. The overwhelming sight, the burning heat, the incredible taste, the feel of their bodies, the sound of their voice twisted together into a lustful melody,
His daughter was the first. Her body flushed with color, her cheeks, her belly, her thighs burned red. She screeched and lost control. She bounced against him with no rhythm; she tugged with all her strength, shoved back as hard as she could. She hit it again and again, sent tossed and swirling into the greatest regions of space as his cock rubbed against that spot over and over.
His daughter's continuous orgasms sent him reeling over the edge. Her body went wild around him, clutching, squeezing, and milking him with her erratic, spasming walls. He lost control and he suddenly wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, lifting his body off the floor as he gripped onto her. He drove his tongue into her body with the fury of a sex-driven dark poke`mon. He shoved viciously into his daughter, making her cry from the burning pain and pleasure. For the second time that night, he came inside of her, filling her womb with his powerful seed. His knot corked her up well; it was almost guaranteed that he would have impregnated her that night.
In moments, his mate joined into their chorus of cries. The beastly piston of her mate's skilled tongue made her quiver in delight. Her body shook with the force of a thunderstorm. She clutched onto his tongue, held the slippery muscle inside of her. Her body flooded and her flower burst with nectar. It gushed out and over his face, leaving his muzzle a drooling mess...
Skrien's eyes fluttered open.
He had had strange dreams, vivid and wild, completely surreal. The kind of dream that left you feeling like you had spent your entire life sleeping and that everything that you thought you knew was a lie. He felt lost in time, stuck trying to pick out the truth from the fantasies, but every attempt led him in a circle and he made absolutely no progress.
One thing was for certain, though...
His cock throbbed painfully.
He sat up. Now where was his son?