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Due to Mother's Day Surprise and Father's Day Fun being the most popular stories I've posted, with several people leaving me comments on wanting me to continue Brayden's story, here's the next story with Braixen and his sexual escapades with his friends, incestuous family, and random strangers. It's the longest single chapter thus far, clocking in nearly at 33K words filled with smut, incest, expanding the world more (funny how a realm becomes bigger than you anticipated due to the popularity of it), and more. I hope that bibliophiles are satisfied with this chapter and novices can learn the advanced vocab through simply synonyms and context clues. Since this is the most massive undertaking, expect no future updates for Brayden. Fear not, however, I'm not cancelling it. I'm taking a long break before even attempting to write another instalment, which I have plenty of ideas to choose from such as Part 2 of Brayden's Birthday Bash. Without further ado, here's the story.

It is Brayden's birthday, and Brittany and Lucas have a scheme for the day to show much they appreciate their son for him giving his virginity to her and giving the Lucario a rusted, legendary truck to work on. However, a torturous, lascivious gauntlet awaits Brayden as he goes to work and do other errands before he can savor the gift. Can he keep his cool until then?

I don't own Pokemon. All rights go to the rightful owners. The story, characters, and world belong to me..

Brayden's Birthday Bash: Pt 1

The rays aroused Brayden from his slumber. The male Braixen smiled as he stared at posters of his favorite soccer team and famous scientists. Today was his birthday, and he wondered about what his parents had in store for him. They promised it would be a multi-day event he would never forget. It dawned on him almost instantly that the sweltering, sodden sensations he perceived in his hyper-realistic, lascivious dream last night were still present, and they were one of the inducements of his morning wood, conjecturing the culprits were giving him an exemplification of what to expect in the immediate future.

Brayden exposed the two gigantic lumps under the blankets near his inguinal region. Sure enough, his Braixen mother, Brittany, and Lucario father, Lucas, were licking his penis, wrestling their tongues around his length. They each had one of his gonads in one of their hands as they sucked his glans, winking at him. Despite he and them being nonchalant about nudity in the house and hospitable to having frequent intercourse of an incestuous nature or not whenever and wherever inside the domicile, Brayden was still aghast his progenitors were fellating him this early in the day. The sight of them flushed his cheeks, burning them from the surprise, although the sensation on his genitals was heavenly.

"Mom! Dad!" Brayden vociferated.

Brittany and Lucas beamed at their scion, uttering together, "Happy birthday, son!" They resumed where their salutations left them, with her sucking Brayden's orbicular pair and him deep-throating Brayden's endowment.

Brayden writhed in bed as his parents fellated him. His begetter's throat was as tight as a virgin's vagina, while his mother's tongue felt like somebody stuffed clouds inside a pillow. She had both testicles in her mouth, thoroughly coating them in slaver. Her eyes closed, and she moaned contently from his musky flavor. Lucas bobbed his head, gauging his scion's reaction. The Lucario and his spouse had a scheme to remunerate him for his largesses to them.

Lucas and Brittany winked at each other, trading places on Brayden's genitalia. She was adroit at fellatio, particularly savvy at her progeny's pecker, knowing just where to lick, suck, nibble, and by specific intensities. Each caused their son to extrude precum by varying amounts, which sometimes flowed toward him. It added some salty flavor to Brayden's essence as he lifted Brayden's balls with his tongue

Giving a signal to her husband, Brittany surmounted Brayden, straddling his cock. Although the view of her pussy and anus was ephemeral, it was sufficient for him to know she was naked like him, presuming his father was just as nude as them. She plummeted slowly on his length while staring at Lucas, ceasing just before where the knot distend. Despite being cognizant of the numerous occasions and conjecturing the multitudinous times she had sex, her passage had no vestige of being used, a perfect concordance between loose and tight. Not once did she cross where his knot formed, and he attempted so hard to thrust upward, but it was nugatory.

"You know, even though I've seen and felt it multiple times already, your penis inherited quite well from your father, son," she articulated as she bounced on his pecker. He blushed whenever somebody rivets at his dick and comments about it.

Perceiving his wife's fluids dampened the briny taste, the Lucario knew it was the opportune moment to enact his part of the plan. He cleared the path to Brayden's pucker, proceeding to lick his fingers. He inserted two of them into Brayden's rectum, stretching the sphincter around.

"Gah!" Brayden hollered in stupefaction at the tiny invader.

The masculine Braixen couldn't handle the pressure anymore. His mother's vagina was paradise to his penis, and the finger stimulated his prostate, all while his sire licked his gonads. Any second could be the magical one to send him over the edge, bracing for the impact that came unexpectedly inefficacious. They suddenly ceased, and Brittany pulled out, extricating herself from his lap; Lucas evacuated his digits.

"Why'd you stop?" Brayden inquired with a whine. He execrated the expeditious, anticlimactic finish.

"It's getting late," Brittany replied. "You wouldn't want to miss your favorite breakfast now because of work now, would you?"

Brayden beamed from knowing his especial morning meal was on the menu, turning to fright when he stared at the clock. As he hastily got out of bed, he observed his naked mother and father almost vacating his chamber, noticing how aroused they were. Her pussy glistened from her secretions, and Lucas's erection was out of its sheath.

Since modesty went out the window immediately on the fresh day, Brayden and his parents went to the kitchen in the buff for breakfast. He and his begetter were having a glass of milk and a bowl of cereal at the dining table. At the same time, Brittany prepared the hot portion of the comestibles, an omelet with peppers, onions, and sausage, which was a rare treat he always looked forward to. His eyes widened with surprise and excitement, glancing over to the miscreant responsible for exasperating his boner that just became flaccid. Lucas used his right foot to caress him directly on the genitals, cajoling Brayden's cock to slide out of his sheath.

Brayden panted and writhed while consuming his viands. His testicles rolled on top of the foot, and it wrapped partly on his pecker, giving his penis enough strokes to keep him on edge. It became apparent to him the euphoric relief wouldn't arrive soon as the Lucario left him hanging, politely requesting him to not finish the job himself as Lucas ambulated to Brittany. He realized his parents were about to have sex.

Lucas knelt behind his wife as she neared chopping the last of the ingredients. Her arousal and musk enticed him, making him salivate and lick his lips. Dragging his tongue from her vagina to anus, he deposited a hefty amount of dribble behind, and the flavor from the nether region was palatable. He parted her folds, rapidly flicking his tongue barely inside her slit, which teased her. Brittany knew he savored tickling her like that before going deeper and harder within her, and he went further in later, burying his snout within her. She would assume he was puncturing her with his prick if it wasn't for the distinct, wet organ wiggling inside her moist tunnel.

The Lucario lapped away at his wife's sacchariferous essence, still as intoxicating as the first time he licked her vagina, although he had the fortitude to withstand the urge. He had a plan to follow. He exerted more force on her cunt and mimicked the motion of masticating food to induce more arousal. They did the job as her intimate liquid dribbled out of her needy, nether lips, creating a personalized shower. Bending Brittany slightly over an active burner as she cooked the vegetables and sausage, Lucas perforated her pussy.

Observing them engage in coitus, Brayden concluded his parents must've copulated innumerable times in the kitchen while Brittany prepared pabulums, especially ones that required a torrid surface. They were skillful enough not to let it distract her while she dealt with a live, thermogenic technology as Lucas humped her from behind, the force jostling the stove around. Even though he couldn't observe their countenances, her moans were adequate for him to assume all the training she did couldn't prohibit the thwacks from educing her positive reaction and instinct for more. It was true, although he should witness how nonchalant and assiduous she was from her expression as she made omelets. The sight and sounds had his boner rock hard, but he was too mesmerized by them to take care of it by himself.

Lucas slowly pounded the feminine Braixen's pussy, observing her slide the scrambled eggs around on a scorching skillet. They were exploited to measure how much longer he had left to make her cum. So far, he had ample time to relish her paradisiacal passage that temporarily housed so much of his and other males' sperm in the past. Keeping the plan in mind, he reminded himself not to fall into the desire of shoving his knot inside someone, although the propensity was powerful. He accelerated when he realized she was near completing breakfast as she added a particular ingredient, resorting to pinching and rubbing her clitoris.

Brittany howled and quavered as her orgasm coursed through her figure, holding onto the stove as her snatch convulsed on the Lucario's penis. She didn't sense the void in her intimate cave, so she was unaware of inundating him with nectar. When her beatific apogee evanesced and the subtle licks on her vulva, she turned around and realized what she had done. No way would his visage be that saturated from giving her light cunnilingus.

Brayden savored his meal as much as he could while ingurgitating it posthaste. The sautéed peppers and onions still had crunch, the sausage added some chew and savoriness, the cheese was gooey, and the ketchup provided a satisfactory coolness to the warm victuals. There was a touch of bitterness this time to balance the flavors out. Wiping his lips, he hastily vacated his chair and placed the filthy dishes in the sink.

"Before you leave," Brittany enunciated, "can you do one more thing?"

"What is it, mom?"

"Your father needs some attention, if you know what I mean."

Brayden immediately knew what his mother alluded to before Lucas showed his erection to him, and it pulsated. Maybe I can release my steam while helping dad unleash his virility, he thought. "I have a minute or two."

"I promise it won't take long," Lucas uttered. The Lucario had the male Braixen in a supine position on the couch.

Brayden conjectured he would be in the sixty-nine position with Lucas because it would be the easiest for both of them to ejaculate quickly, but he was stupefied at what the Lucario had in mind. He beheld him apply lubricant to the prick that created him, wincing at the pressure on his asshole till the sphincter capitulated. "Da-aad!" He drawled out.

"Get ready, son," Lucas said with a grin, holding Brayden's legs in the air.

Brayden exhaled fugacious yips as the girthy foreigner invaded his rectum repeatedly. He braced on the armrest while Lucas plowed his field. Its length and thickness, combined with his father's force, took his breath away, knowing Lucas was holding back. It amazed him that the Lucario still had so much puissance in reserve, and his mother could handle Lucas. "Harder, dad!" He beseeched, desiring to enhance his pain tolerance.

"In due time, Brayden." I guess I can go slightly rougher with my son, Lucas thought, beckoning his feminine spouse over.

Brayden winced a bit as Lucas added a smidgen of sharpness to the thrusts, sensing the knot attempting to infiltrate his sphincter. If he could get Lucas to tie him, the pressure on his prostate should be sufficient to finally climax. He could be a few minutes late to work, coming up with a flat tire on his bicycle as the reason. His erection needed care as soon as possible.

Brayden's eyes lit up as Brittany was in a procumbent position on his frame, presenting her genitalia and anus. Hell yeah. Mom's coming in for the rescue. He took a careful lick on her vagina, gauging her reaction to know if he could proceed further. A moan from her confirmed he was permitted to go further, so he did, tasting her saccharine arousal and his father's briny pre still lingering within her slit. As he satiated his thirst, he wondered why she wasn't requiting him, not even giving him a handjob. To recompense, all she did was gently hold his penis, and Lucas stimulating his prostate was the only fuel to stoke the fire to his inner, ebullient cauldron.

The paternal Lucario kissed the female Braixen on the lips as he ground against his son's taint. Concluding that Brayden's rectum and asshole were loose from his knot, deteriorating the defenses and his saline, limpid, masculine emission lubricating the naturally dry passage, he thrust one more time in one long, assertive motion. The turgid portion of his dick went in with a pop, and it was enough to reach his acme, flooding the tunnel with spunk. He had to stop osculating with his wife to howl.

Brayden was still in disbelief at Lucas's impressive output, knowing Lucas was capable of more ejections of similar magnitude. Savoring the semen filling him, he was near his orgasm and ready for it, but Brittany obstructed it by occluding his urethra. He wanted to buck his hips so badly, his balls yearning for release and searching for ways to force ejaculation. Her tight grip ensured the opening remained shut. Every drop of unreleased sperm remained trapped and pooled in his scrotum, waiting to accompany another load or for an immediate source to catalyze the climax. His genitals ached, his phallus tumid and sensitive, leaking pre. His parents gave him a severe case of blue balls.

"Why did you cock-block me, mom?" Brayden inquired with a trace of agitation.

"You can't go to work while covered in semen," Brittany answered.

"Speaking of work," the Lucario added, tugging his dick, "sorry about tying myself to you."

"It's alright. I came up with the excuse of my bicycle having a flat tire and loose chain." Brayden looked at Brittany. "I can get a quick shower."

"From what you told me about Gerald, you better not waste any more time until you arrive at your place of employment," the womanly Braixen responded.

"Fine," Brayden groaned.

The parents stared at their posterity's penis while waiting for Lucas's knot to shrink, inspecting it and Brayden for any indicators of an imminent orgasm. They observed that it flopped around like a Magikarp out of the water, profusely exuding precum. The liquid coalesced on Lucas's hands, which he drank from, and offered the subsequent batch to her. Eventually, it returned to its shelter, and the Lucario was able to emancipate his prick, and Brittany swallowed her macho husband's pecker, tasting the earthy, salty flavors.

Before Brayden could move, Brittany and Lucas arched his fundament up and collaboratively licked his anus while jizz oozed out. Having both tongues on his pucker concurrently, he was able to mentally demarcate which one belonged to who. The bigger of the two was the Lucario's, and it was a tad coarser than hers.

Brayden's parents went deeper into his rectum, reaching the end of the sperm trail, and they swapped the final sample between them. They tasted the saliferous fluid's flavor, their son's anal musk, and their individual tastes. The fertile goo became more voluminous as it mixed with saliva, and they spread it around Brayden's crotch. Brayden thought this was the moment they were benevolent enough to make him cum, but he had to contend with his testicles chockablock with jizz for a while as they ceased for good, and his occupation waited for him. He scurried to his room for fresh clothes.

The café was in proximity to Brayden's hearth for the male Braixen to commute by bike, which was perfect because the edifice had the opprobrium of being a bitch to park a vehicle, as he found out during the interview. He quickly donned a helmet and other protective equipment, ambulating to his bike.

"Don't forget the list, Brayden," the Lucario uttered while having coition with Brittany on the sofa.

Brayden nodded, obtaining the list, still miffed about being blue-balled as his parents procreated in front of him. They would be too occupied preparing his birthday to gather the rest of the necessary items, and some he believed were a bit eccentric, to say the least, as he scoured it. He peddled on his way to work, mounting his transportation, going at the maximum celerity his feet could do.

The route took Brayden towards Uncle Eric's domicile. The dwelling was composed of yellow brick, and it was two stories, resting on a bantam hill. It was on the pricy side, which was standard in this part of the world. Thick verdure covered the front yard, accompanied by polychromatic flower beds. The shorter shrubs strengthened the wall's ability for privacy while the taller versions formed an impenetrable perimeter in the backyard.

The timing was perfect for Brayden to behold Eric exiting the front door. The epicene Lucario waved at him, wearing a very light-blue to almost white bra and panties that were an amalgam of lace and solid fabric. The latter portion of the girly undergarment had flowers in various tinctures of blue. Observing Eric in effeminate underwear while nonchalantly tending to the verdurous yard had his boner return and exacerbated it, forming a large excrescence in his pants.

"I wish I can tend to you, but I need to get to work fast," Brayden uttered to the bulge. "Just hold on for a little longer." After waving farewell to his girly uncle, he went on his merry, horny way.

As he rode his bicycle to his job, Brayden marinated in the convivial air and temperature, his strands of fur blowing individually in the wind. Ignoring the outrageous prices at the gas stations that were borderline extortionate, he focused primarily on the pleasant weather because he viewed numerous scenes that inflamed his hormonal figure. The most egregious example was when he witnessed Aria the Arcanine, Abigail the Absol, the Lycanroc sisters, Nina the Ninetales, and Zoey the Zoroark washing cars while wearing blue, black, three hues of red, white, and yellow skimpy bikinis respectively that left nothing to the imagination, and they performed sensual movements. They only made him peddle harder to escape the erotic situations, and he suspected they offered more than a simple wash.

The masculine Braixen secured his bike with a lock when he arrived at work. Barreling through the egress, he bolted straight to the back where the break room was, dismantled his safety equipment, and wore an apron. He jumped instantly as he turned around the corner to clock in and encountered his boss, a male Gengar.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Jerry!" Brayden blurted out. "My bike had a flat tire at my house, and the chain came off as I came here as fast as possible. I swear it won't happen again."

"What the hell are you doing here, Brayden?" Gerald responded. "I'm not supposed to expect you for two more hours."

Brayden glanced at a nearby clock, mentally calculating the current time to when he woke up. It took a moment to conclude his parents altered the clocks in the home and snuck in his bedroom to do the same. I really need a watch. "I'll see you in two hours."

"Actually, you being here right now couldn't be more serendipitous. Trevor just called in 'sick.' There's nobody to assist Garnet until when you usually show up, and today's going to be bustling with people. Can you clock in early?"

Sweet. I get to spend more time with Garnet, Brayden thought. She was another one of his friends that he had an arduous task of asking out, one of the longer-lasting sodalities he had., making the job more tolerable to him. "Sure."

"If you want, I give you permission to leave with Garnet as a token of my gratitude and your gift."

"I accept it. Thanks for the offer." How fortuitous was it to meet Jerry in that demeanor? The Gengar had the propensity to vacillate from cheerful to unbearable tyrant and anywhere in between in a flash, which caused many employees to quit since Brayden inaugurated his first time at the café. So, the male Braixen learned quickly not to reject charities from him. It also gives me more time to tend to my erection and get rid of my blue balls, _Brayden thought. _He went to the backroom, and Brayden detected him switch to the opposite end of the spectrum to another worker, so Brayden scurried to aid Garnet.

The congestion in Brayden's testicles vamoosed in his mind as the café opened and hereupon the throng of fervent customers crammed the empty space. The people were avid fans of the especial occasion. Today marked the commencement of Custap Berry season, and the naturally luscious fruit cooking in baked goods produced the aroma that convoked them.

Brayden scurried from register to coffee machines and other areas to fulfill the customers' requests, including the oven when scones and other pastries were low in the display case. The café had a botheration of being understaffed, and today was no oddity. The duration of completing the orders was extended further, inflamed when he had a complex order, which envenomed him. He found the overly convoluted requests to be vexatious and unnecessary. The pleonastic add-ons ruined the caffeinated beverages' delicate taste, and of course the people asking for superfluous extras were the ones that bitched the most.

At one point, Brayden tripped and dropped a fresh supply of Custap Berry syrup. It just so happened to be warm and fluid, so it went everywhere, including himself, but sticky enough to be laborious for him to remove the liquid and tiny chunks of the agrarian fruit. The syrup agglutinated his fur and was stubborn to come off as he washed what he could in the bathroom.

By the time Brayden was allowed to go on break, he was ready to be done with the day and have the rest of his birthday to himself. He heaved an immense sigh of relief and aggravation when he entered the break room and sat down, surfing the web on the only computer available. Detecting someone walk behind him a minute later, he turned around and noticed Garnet, the Gardevoir he had his eyes on, and he removed the headphones. Instantly, his heart began palpitating in excitement at her gorgeous, lissome physique.

"H-hey Garnet," Brayden instantaneously stammered. "Crazy o-out there."

"Yes, it is," she responded, slouching in a chair. Her calm voice matched her svelte figure. "How's your fur and clothes?"

"I'll smell like Custap Berry for quite some time. I may have to shave some of my fur down to my bare skin, and I might as well say farewell to these clothes."

"Listen. I greatly appreciate you coming early and helping out. I would've drowned in the sea of stress back there."

"Don't mention it. At least I can leave when you do and have the rest of today and the following two days to myself."

Garnet gulped as the news disquieted her. "Jerry said you can leave when I do?"

"He said it was his birthday gift for me." Brayden noticed Garnet's disquietude, thinking of the wrong reason. "I know it's shocking coming from someone like Jerry, so I took it before he could alter his charitable attitude in a split-second and abrogated it. His personality fluctuates wildly, tending to lean on the irascible side more than the placid, merry version, but he does honor his end of the bargain for now."

Garnet tried her best to temper her disturbed state. "Now that you mentioned, he'll storm in here and rescind the offer."

"Wouldn't surprise me." Brayden crossed his fingers. "Fingers crossed that doesn't occur before I leave." He noticed Garnet was still agitated. "Something wrong?"

"I just remembered something climacteric I forgot to do at the bank." The Gardevoir got up and hurriedly headed out the entranceway, stopping halfway abruptly. "Meet me in the alley the backdoor exit adjoins to. I need to make one quick call, and I'll see you there in a minute."

"For what?"

"I want to reward you for helping me."

"You don't have to do that. It was happenstance I showed up early, and Jerry gave me a terrific proposal."

"So, you don't want me to tend to your needs, your sexual needs?"

"Excuse me?"

Garnet slowly ambulated to Brayden. The way her firm, medium breasts on her gracile frame bounced as she walked erased any questions why her urgent matter wasn't taken care of and any urge to flee the scene. Her voice added an erotic component to it. "I can tell you're aroused. You've been pitching a tent slightly since the nonstop crowd came in." She knelt in front of him, rubbing the bulge in his pants, and it enlarged in seconds. She sounded sultrier. "You're so big down there," the talk became more seductive as she went into his trousers and underwear, touching his genitalia directly, "and so full, too. You must've been pent up since you woke up." He moaned at her tender touch on his penis and balls, and she savored the hefty orbs in her left hand. She leaned toward the corresponding ear, whispering beguilingly, "If you want to stuff me with your thick, hot cream till I burst and have me ensure you expend your virility while we're on break, I'll meet you in the alley."

Brayden was at a loss for words from the offer, the vocals, the sexual advancement, and from the caresses on his testicles. Even telling Garnet to fuck him in the break room right now was a chore, and he wanted to melt. All he could utter was, "See you there."

Garnet suddenly ceased groping her coworker. "Great. I'll be there in a minute."

The alley was putrid from the waste in the dumpsters and garbage cans and from people carelessly littering the place. It was as mephitic as Brayden was fragrant of Custap Berry. Remnants from last night's squall lingered in the form of puddles of stagnant water. Brayden glanced left and right, concluding nobody was around. He conjectured he could form adequate cover to adumbrate him and Garnet. However, there was already an inherent risk of discovery if somebody was to descry them from the apartment building directly across from the café, observing several fire escapes nearby.

The first minute went by, followed by the second. A few minutes passed and Brayden began to assume Garnet bamboozled him, and she miraculously appeared when he was about to head inside.

"Sorry about the wait," the Gardevoir huffed. "The representative at the bank was so efficacious about my problem, so it took longer, but it's solved." She stared at the male Braixen with a voracious look in her eyes. "Shall we start?"

Brayden nodded with a gulp from the nerves. They didn't exist because he was uncomfortable rather than he could hardly believe he was about to have sex with one of his love interests. Masturbating would've done the trick, though it was better to have somebody else do it for him. Having the particular personage allow him to penetrate their anus or, potentially, vagina with his penis would be the most ideal outcome, and he had a feeling in his gut she would be willing for the quintessential end of sex.

Quickly manufacturing an impromptu cover, Garnet had Brayden brace against the wall, dropping to her knees. She loosened his belt and lowered his pants and boxers past his knees in one swoop. His penis protruded through the sheath, already erect from his parents denying him climax, and her fondling it only provoked it more. Her edacious eyes devoured all of his endowment's characteristics, internally gloating about being the first to witness his cock in all of its glory. She and her circle of girlfriends that were also Brayden's acquaintances discussed about his phallus's differentiae prior, hypothesizing about the length, girth, and knot. Well, she could hardly wait to divulge every single detail to them later , savoring their potentially covetous expressions.

"My-my. Such a cute package, you have," Garnet spoke sexually. Brayden blushed, his erection getting stiffer as she ogled it, and it throbbed while discharging pre. A modicum of virile, pellucid fluid shot at her countenance. "Eager, huh? Are you turned on when I focus my eyes exclusively on your penis and refer to it by nicknames, perhaps effeminate agnomina?" He nodded. "At least I'm merciful to not let you cum that way, so your princess will reside in my castle now."

Garnet licked her lips and rubbed her hands as she went closer to Brayden's prick. The musky sweat fueled her rapacious, lustful appetite. Opening her salivating jail, she stuck her tongue and licked it from knot to acicular tip. Salty flavor and his essence suffused her tastebuds along with the initial foul taste that nearly made her gag. She wasn't fully acclimated to the intense flavor pervading her mouth.

Brayden sensed Garnet's erratic rhythm while sucking his dick, assuming she was an abecedarian at giving fellatio. Nevertheless, her mouth felt marvelous on his sensitive schlong, and it was redolent of his mother. More precum shot down her throat as she bobbed her head.

Garnet sufflated her lungs as she released the masculine Braixen's cock. She never had a dick of this enormity before, and then again, she never had one of any caliber in her mouth. She gawked at it while stroking it slowly, regaining her breath and figuring out how to conquer it.

"I can give you some guidance if you want," Brayden uttered through the blissful haze, and the Gardevoir accepted it.

The Gardevoir heeded the virile Braixen's exhortations through his mostly verbal and subtle cues. She licked the sides of his member, receiving doses of saline fluid, and the bitter flavor diminished to almost nonexistent. She learned from him that his tip and knot were one of his most erogenous zones. Her tongue swirled on the dick's corona, and she sucked it like a lollipop, all while squeezing the meaty gibbosity. Each made him quiver and sent shivers down his spine, leaking more precum, and he jerked violently occasionally. Garnet's wet organ transmigrated from the glans straight to the bulbous portion of Brayden's penis. It was too enormous to fit in her mouth, so she suckled on it, coating it in slaver.

Brayden's nuts were next on Garnet's list as she descended, trading places with her left hand. She groaned approvingly at tasting the epicenter of his flavor and from the weight of each testicle on her tongue. So full, she thought, noting the un-ejaculated semen mixing with the fresh sperm. The intimate dyad's right half went into her mouth, tugging the scrotum at a force that caused him to wince in agony. She went slower, but her hands went at a steady, firm pace as they squeezed his knot and stroked his eight-inch appendage simultaneously in the meantime.

Brayden was in heaven. Despite teaching Garnet how to fellate him and another male in the future, everything she did felt prodigious to him. He squirmed where he stood, his fingers digging into the brick structure behind him. A few people walked by the alleyway, and he questioned if they had heard them. It was hard to muffle his vocals as she had his testes in her jaw, carefully rolling them around while his penis's protuberance was subjected to constrictions, and his meaty rod received rubs. He speculated how much longer he had left before cumming.

Garnet resorted to putting the macho Braixen's member in her mouth as she did initially. Hearkening his suggestion, she made sure to breathe through her nostrils as she went down as far as possible, accumulating less than half of his length. No way I could fit all of it right now. It's impossible, she thought. For the portion she could fit, she enclosed it with her tongue. He panted from having his prick constricted at two points.

Brayden mentally imprecated whatever impetus caused the Gardevoir to cease sucking his dick. Not again. His eyes expanded in pleasant shock as she bent over, pulling her pants down and shoving her panties aside to expose her vagina and asshole, and she turned to him with a suggestive, albeit nervous, expression on her visage.

"Please be gentle in either orifice," she implored Brayden.

"I will," he responded. Although I'm not sure how much my concupiscence would hinder my restraint, but I'll make a valiant effort.

Brayden latched on to the Gardevoir's bare posterior, guiding his cock to her pussy. Delectable warmth and tightness welcomed him as he slowly pierced her, instinctively moaning from the pleasure. It was cramped, eerily implicative she was virgin, yet no hymen was present for him to sunder. His prurient desire for release, inspirited by his hormones and blue balls, made him go harder and faster than he initially wanted. Each clamp on his member enlivened him more.

"Ah! Slower, please," Garnet beseeched. Though she wanted to be bred vigorously, a bit of arousal conveyed it, she knew she wasn't warmed up yet.

"Sorry," Brayden grunted. "You're just so tight, and you said so yourself-- my sexual energy is stifled since waking up."

It took significant willpower to control his libido for Brayden to retard his thrusts for Garnet's comfort, just like losing his chastity to his mother. He remembered the mnemonic advice his father gave to him days after the fun during Father's Day, following a different rump in the trunk. "Fucking your partner is just like driving standard transmission. It would behoove you to listen to the engine and adjust gears accordingly for a smooth experience, and each vehicle has its unique quirks, so the first couple of rounds will be rough and jerky." That was true with the Gardevoir. He had an urgent need to mate her and fill the delightfully fresh space within her with his seed promptly, although that wouldn't rock her world. He also couldn't risk tying her while at work.

Garnet was reduced to huffs as the male Braixen slowly stuffed her cunt repeatedly with his junk. Her breaths perfectly matched the ebb and flow of his penetrations. The sluggish speed gave her passage time to familiarize itself with the foreigner more intimately. The size and heat were beyond her imagination.

Brayden must've read Garnet's mind as he reversed their positions and pinned her against the wall, aggrandizing his speed without her needing to alert him. His momentum transferred over to her, which caused her to hump the wall and smush her bosoms against it. The admixture of nectar and precum driveled in long strands onto the concrete. They were lost in their blissful world together, unaware of any spectators that could observe them or care if they did.

Sensing he was near, Brayden lifted Garnet's legs off the ground and held her in place against the wall. Her lithesome physique and weight associated with it provided significant aid to his hormonal sinew at ensuring he didn't drop her. The lower appendages wrapped around his hips, allowing his hands to relocate somewhere else, so he latched onto her shoulders, and she grabbed his arms. Her ass was more subjected to the collision from the intumescence in his ballsack.

"I'm gonna cum," Brayden warned.

"Wait! No! Don't-aaahhh!!"

Garnet's orgasm was the first to arrive, the beatitude coursing through her veins, and Brayden kissed her to muffle her howls and his anon. Her twat flexed on his penis, and he hoped he could finish inside her while in the middle of her climax. In the midst of receiving a thorough pounding, she temporarily forgot her mission, hoping she didn't jeopardize it. She was relieved he still had a few thrusts left when her saving grace arrived.

"Garnet! Brayden! Get your asses back to work now! Where the fuck are you two?" The Gengar bellowed.

"Shit. We're past our break time," Garnet responded, glancing at her watch.

Begrudgingly, Brayden forbore injecting his personal cream into Garnet's uterus, grumbling as he crammed his erection into his pants and followed the Gardevoir to the café, ending his time for a caesura. Fuck me. Blue-balled again.

Work was insufferable for the remainder of the shift: more impatient consumers, more accidents, and more intricate orders. It was worse for Brayden because of his boner, and the fresh stimulus of coitus still lingered. He could feel the phantasmagoric heat, wetness, and constrictions as if he was fucking Garnet's vagina or mouth right now, yearning for a transient interregnum of customers to seclude himself and masturbate swiftly. Alas, no such opportunity came to mollify his raging, rock-hard erection and his testes, and he believed serving some of the clients his personal cream wouldn't end well for him.

The crew for the second shift came to succor Brayden of his duties, and he left through the main entrance, soiled and horny. Staring at the list, he took off on his bike. He stopped when Garnet got his attention, barely moving a few feet.

"Brayden!"

"What is it?" The masculine Braixen inquired, not meaning to exude virulence. "Sorry for the sudden paroxysm."

Garnet waved the apology off, unperturbed about the furious outburst. "No need for that. It is I that actually needs to apologize for not getting you off."

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it as soon as I arrive at my home." More people flooded the streets where the Gardevoir and male Braixen stood, so it was riskier to engage in intercourse in the alley again.

"Your party still tonight at seven?"

Brayden nodded. "Tonight at seven."

"I'll see you then." Garnet proceeded to give her transitory farewell.

Brayden waved goodbye to her. "See you then."

Brayden went to the local grocery market, gathering the vast majority on the list: a few ingredients for his cake, several bags of chips and other snacks, beverages, and noodles for his favorite dish. Having experienced a constant stream of pompous mass to fill more than his need for the day, he was grateful for the asylum. He encountered hardly any soul in the emporium from beginning to end of his shopping, and it meant fewer people to bother him about his disheveled appearance.

The next and last stop forced Brayden to encounter the bikini car wash, the sight not assuaging his boner one bit. The girls in their scanty swimwear acknowledge him, beckoning him with lewd gestures. Beguiled by the bawdy gesticulations, he became distracted as he peddled, resulting in the male Braixen crashing into trash cans. Noticing the collision, the voluptuous Arcanine and Zoroark were the first to assist him.

"You ok, Brayden," Aria asked. She and Zoey hoisted him to his feet.

"I am," Brayden replied, dusting himself off. His body had minor lacerations and bruises, and he was secretly incensed about adding another mess to his already sullied clothes and the two loads of unreleased spunk.

"What's this stuff on your fur?" Zoey inquired as she picked a smidgen of Custap Berry on her finger, tasting it while Abigail and the Lycanroc sisters arrived. Even though it was a scintilla amount, she contorted her face in dyspathy at the cloying sweetness. "Yuck. Custap Berry." She tried flicking it off her teeth with her tongue.

"It's that time of year at Gerald's Tricks & Treats Café, and I happened to spill fresh syrup all over myself and the room when I tripped." Brayden let out an exasperated sigh. "Today's already a long day, and it's my birthday."

"Happy birthday, Brayden," the Lycanroc sisters responded.

"Thanks, Dawn, Millie, and Ruby." Dawn was the Dusk Lycanroc, Millie was the Midday Lycanroc, and Ruby was the Midnight Lycanroc. Brayden's nervousness crept in as he was surrounded by his sexy friends wearing insufficient swimsuits. His breathing accelerated, and his heart raced while gazing at their racks.

"Can you help us with something?" Abigail asked.

"What is it?" Brayden replied by his horny instinct.

"We're doing a fundraiser for the cheerleaders at LNU, and we're competing against other groups," Nina answered. "Whoever raises the most money will receive tickets to the upcoming concert here by Mystic Mania." She and the other females squealed as they jumped repeatedly, and Brayden joined also. The band was the only exception to his distaste for modern pop music. They became somber promptly. "We discovered very recently we were nowhere near first place."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"We want you to help us," Dawn replied.

"How?" An intimation materialized in Brayden's head about what the females were planning, although it made him libidinous and annul any objections from his logical side.

"You are going to be a magnet of sorts," Ruby responded. "Something that draws attention to us and lures people in."

"Aria and Zoey are obstreperous and ostensible enough to do that."

"Yeah, but we were going more exceptional and exclusive to us. Something so onliest that it will make us standout from the rest," Millie retorted. "Aria and Zoey will play the supportive role while you be the star."

"Ok?"

"You are going to join us and help wash the vehicles that show up while flaunting your body around salaciously like us. Should you accept it, we will give you the excess money that will still maintain our first place or 1000 Pokébucks, whichever's higher, and you'll get a ticket to see them with us also."

The horniness controlled Brayden's answer, wanting him to completely immerse himself in the sea of feminine attractiveness. "I'll do it."

"Excellent," Aria bellowed, clapping her hand. "First thing's first, you're going to need a different attire."

"Excuse me?"

"It's a bikini car wash, not a dirty clothes car wash, meaning your filthy clothes gotta go, and you get your new uniform. Fortunately for both parties, Penny is sick, so you will wear her swimsuit. Come with me."

_What did I get myself into? T_he male Braixen thought, although his libido was totally content so far.

Aria led Brayden through her house to her bedroom. Her parents were away to take care of her sick aunt, whom she was indifferent towards. Otherwise, the car wash would be somewhere else, and she couldn't stay at Brayden's birthday party for an extended period. Orderly was what he described the inside of the building.

The Arcanine's room had posters of Mystic Mania all over the wall as Brayden observed them, discerning a five-man squad of Dragonites in various poses. It was also cluttered with dumbbells and other exercise equipment. Detecting her basketball trophies rattle on a dresser, he saw Aria walking toward him with a micro-string bikini just as blue as her swimsuit in her hands, grinning at him. Nodding and aroused from the situation, he stripped the feculent stitch off in front of her, and she beamed at his package, gulping hungrily.

Aria assisted Brayden in tying the micro bikini top while he pulled the equally diminutive, nether counterpart up. He gaped at himself in a mirror just at how skimpy the swimwear was. It was just as exiguous as the girls' swimsuits and also tight. The top only covered the nipples, and the bottom was so lilliputian that it barely contained his junk, forming a definite bulge. There was only a string enshrouding his posterior's fissure. The idea he couldn't mask the distention that would blatantly tell anybody nearby the car wash he was cross-dressing in a feminine swimwear caused his penis to protrude through the bikini bottom to her stupor, and his gonads absconded through the sides.

"Geez, Brayden, I didn't know there was this side of you," Aria uttered in awe. "You inherited your mother's side well." She had seen the male Braixen appear an iota girlier on several occasions when he brushed his pilose body. Observing him in a bikini touched certain buttons in her the right way.

"I just commenced taking a liking at wearing female habiliments -right now just the underwear- so I'm still nervous about all this," Brayden stammered from the hysterical titillation of divagating from the traditional, masculine fashion. Despite the attempts to habituate him with his new kink, it was a first to expose more people to this side of him outside his parents and Uncle Eric, whether they were friends or strangers. At least, he was considered 'fully-clothed' with the new ukase that went into effect recently because he definitely would be parading his penis and balls while washing vehicles. Looking at a mirror and reminiscing about the several times he modeled in bras and panties with Brittany, Eric, and Lucas because he had a bit of a fixation with wearing emasculate underwear, revealing it to her one day following Father's Day, he owed his ability to suitably sport effeminate undergarments and swimsuits to his mother's genetics.

"At least you're with people you're abreast with." Whether it was in solidarity with Brayden or just unabashed about exposing her genitals to provoke his eroticism, the Arcanine rearranged the bottom half of the two-piece bathing suit, so the fabric went in between the meat curtains, exposing her vulva, parts of her labia, and her arousal. Witnessing her pussy, his dick became more rigid, the nether moiety of his bikini straining against the girth.

A physical guerdon of her being MVP of the women's basketball team at LNU stood precariously enough on the edge for a vibration to topple it, and it plummeted on the mouse. The device woke up the computer, revealing a pornographic wallpaper to Brayden. He identified the female Mightyena being the dominatrix as she tugged the leash connected to a macho Lucario while pegging him. He swore the Lucario was his father or Eric for a split second, but the fur was yellow, and the Lucario was more muscular than him, Lucas, and his uncle, wearing pink bra and panties with hearts and petals. The photo quickly changed into a distinguished picture of two womanly Laprases scissoring each other while a Muk absorbed them through the goo.

Aria hit the power button on her computer, turning her head at Brayden, worried about what secret he was privy to. "Don't tell anyone about the last photo."

"Whatever are you talking about?" Brayden replied, feigning nescience although he winked at the Arcanine to let her know her private fetish was safe with him. He wasn't malicious enough to spread intimate knowledge of his friends around without their consent, and she nodded about his faux ignorance.

As much as she desiderated to ravish and ravage Brayden, Aria was cognizant of the plan, and she knew the other women would cock-block them the moment they would go for actual sex. Mumbling lividly to herself, she led him down the stairs and out the front door. Nina was the first to discover them and ceased spraying the other girls with the hose, alerting them.

"Looking sexy, Brayden," Abigail extolled his appearance with a whistle.

"Don't you have one that can contain his monster of a cock, Aria?" Ruby inquired with a tinge of concern, although she drooled from her mouth and lower lips as she rubbernecked at Brayden.

"Are you kidding?" Zoey replied exasperatedly, wanting to admire the view for a more extended period. "Let Brayden flaunt his penis around if he wants to. At least the new edict permits him to be in public like that and for us also."

"It's fine, Ruby," Brayden responded. His erection was at its peak firmness from being outside and getting stared at by his female acquaintances while wearing the blue bikini. "I might as well go all out since I agreed to do this." _It'll greatly help me acclimate to the lifestyle. _"If my penis remains out instead of going in its sheath, then so be it."

"That's the spirit, Brayden!" The Zoroark whooped.

"So, here's the plan," Nina spoke, indicating the Arcanine and Zoroark. "You two are effervescent, stentorian, and voluptuous, so you will attract new patrons by being yourselves on the sidewalk, but make sure to emphasize about Brayden."

"Why accentuate me?" Brayden inquired.

"Because we're hedging a bet that a femboy in a bikini will attract attention, and you have the physique to appear ravishing and seductive in one. Once a few spot you, word will hopefully spread, and it'll snowball from there, earning enough money for the top spot. Everybody know what to do?" Everybody nodded, including the virile Braixen. "Then, let's go."

Aria and Zoey went onto the sidewalk and paraded their signs, acting boisterous. The rest refilled the buckets with soap and water. It took roughly six minutes for the first customer since Brayden arrived to pull into the circular driveway.

Brayden walked up to the dark grey SUV, following Ruby's lead, timorous and thrilled about emulating more of Uncle Eric's lifestyle. He noticed a female Chansey in the driver's seat, his cheeks becoming refuscent as he suspected she was a mother, a recent one judging by her lactating breasts, and probably had a few thoughts about the deviancy surrounding her. As he rubbed the vehicle with a sponge, he observed none of his friends acted lewd rather than professional other than the bikinis and the two girls on the sidewalk. It helped that the Chansey didn't mention anything about her opinions when she hardly spoke, and she sounded cheerful when they were finished.

The following customer showed up a minute after the Chansey left, and he was a male Swampert. Brayden regarded the change in the girls' rectitudes with interest as soon as the greenish-brown car stopped. They became more unchaste in their movements. Abigail accentuated her breasts by pressing them on the sedan as a makeshift sponge. Millie purposely let her vagina slip a few times while her siblings groped each other.

Brayden decided he needed to pull his own weight for the team, so he ambulated to the driver's window with a bucket and sponge. The odoriferous smoke burned his nostrils, causing him to wave it away before starting. He blushed as he had the driver's undivided attention, beholding the cigarette fall from his mouth. As he went to scrub the roof, he made sure the Swampert got a decent view of his genitalia behind his bikini, pressing his rock-hard penis and distended nuts on the cold glass and briefly shivered.

Nina got behind the male Braixen as he slowly and carnally rubbed the sponge and his body over the vehicle. She wrapped the thin waistband over her two index fingers, playing with his two-piece swimsuit as he caressed his hips. Getting into the spirit of the car wash, he pressed his rump against her inguinal region, grinding over her mostly exposed pussy. The pressure on her clitoris was sapid to her sexual desire, so she indulged it, gyrating her hips on his glutes. Undoing the wrap on her digits, her hands went over to his buttocks, massaging the cheeks, and he responded positively. After a few minutes, the Swampert drove off, leaving extra Pokébucks behind as a lagniappe for the service.

A steady trickle of clients flowed into the driveway, and Brayden's nerves eased somewhat during the duration. He noted the women had the acumen to know who was most likely to condone their obscene actions. Stereotypically, it was the nerdy types and other males that were going through the early stages of puberty and couldn't control their hormones and vicissitudes in their bodies. However, he didn't expect people to significantly represent other groups. Wealthy businessmen in suits and ties came by frequently, and so were the females. The latter most likely heard about him in a bikini and wanted to see, but an adequate amount was equally enthralled by his friends, if not more, trying to caress them on the hips or some other form of intimate touches.

Brayden immersed himself into the hedonic thrill of basically being a stripper out in public as time went on. His movements got more erotic and audacious, inching dangerously close to touching a cunt when he interacted with one of his womanly companions. The blurred boundary vanished when Ruby gently stroked his sensitive cock one time, escalating to where he briefly parted their labia to expose their aroused, internal portion of their tunnels and relished their warmth. He noted that the bikinis were translucid when saturated with water as he observed the girls spray each other with a hose. Yipping from a sudden jet of gelid liquid on him, Brayden realized his epicene swimsuit was equally diaphanous as theirs to the point he was virtually naked, even though modesty was impossible to maintain with the swimwear as is. The macho Braixen got on top of a white station wagon, staring directly and provocatively at a male Grovyle as he doused himself with a bucket full of algid water. He exploited the frigid liquid to wash the Custap Berry syrup out of his fur.

The indecent group's latest customer was a masculine Liepard of a moderate background. As usual, Brayden paraded his genitalia and girly physique as he washed the blue truck. The routine diverged from normal when he espied the females huddled in a group as he refilled the buckets, straining his ears to discern what they were plotting, and Millie walked up to him.

"Interested in a proffer?" Millie asked.

"What's the proposition?" Brayden replied, intrigued by what the offer could be.

"The Liepard is curious to know if you're willing to give him a blowjob and the cost if you consent."

It was a logical escalation, Brayden believed, given how vitiated he and the women were while washing vehicles. The thought of being a prostitute, even for an hour or two, produced tons of questions and apprehension. He was a neophyte in the profession of a harlot, so the reasonable prices of giving a client fellatio, handjob, fingering, cunnilingus, and other venereal acts were elusive to him. What if the customer wanted to touch and/or suck his cock and balls--would the price change? How much was the going rate for penetration and possibly a creampie? Were the prices different between a male and a female slattern? And there was a whole other problem if the coition became a threesome or more extraordinary. He didn't know if the price he had in mind was basically free or downright avaricious if he had the valor to agree to the offer.

Brayden looked around the neighborhood, observing a lacuna in cars. Prostitution was legal but regulated, and Aria's property did not satisfy the requirements nor possess the license, to operate a business where people could partake in sexual debauchery. The gap was wide enough that he could possibly blow the Liepard and get away with it, though he did not want to imperil it.

"I don't know," Brayden uttered. Millie proceeded to give him the puppy eyes. Nine times out of ten when she did that, whenever he was irresolute, the treatment worked into steering him to her preferable outcome, and it did again. Those eyes, coupled with crossing the line multiple times and increased opportunities for releasing his virility and seed, led him to the decision. "I'll do it for eighty-five Pokébucks."

The Midday Lycanroc turned to the Dusk version of her. "See if the Liepard would pay eighty-five Pokébucks for the blowjob, Dawn."

"He agrees," Dawn replied seconds later.

"Then, let's get the show on the road," Brayden responded.

The Liepard stepped out of his car for the male Braixen to enter and get underneath the steering wheel. It was cramped inside once he shut the door, even with the steering wheel in the most optimum position, but it was manageable for Brayden to remain inside for the wash's duration.

Undoing the belt, Brayden pulled the Liepard's pants down, gulping in anticipation as he noticed a bulge on the brief. The underwear was next until the mostly flaccid, barbed penis flopped out. He immediately got to work, first stroking the shaft to foment erection, which was facile and expeditious, appreciating the cock's nuances in his left hand. Enthralled by the delightfully odorous odor, he licked near the tip. The prickles tickled his tongue and enamored the Liepard as his tongue caressed the phallus.

Brayden grazed every inch of the five-and-a-half-inch dick as he beheld Nina wash the driver's side window, noting how the fleshy bristles caused the Liepard to vellicate violently like he touched his G-Spot. Every lick had a plethora of barbs in it, which made the driver go wild, ejecting precum as a result. He happily satiated his thirst on the briny pre, and he conjectured he could bring him to total orgasm just by lapping away at the pecker, although he also believed that it wasn't worthy of the eighty-five Pokébucks, so he stepped it up.

The barbs proved to be the main issue when Brayden attempted to encapsulate the shaft in his mouth. He handled more enormous phalluses, and he had been practicing on his father's colossal cock, surmising he could deep-throat the Liepard's dick. Those minuscule pieces of flesh stimulated his gag reflexes and stymied him, especially when one of them went astray. He'd have to receive further training to prevent upchucking, so he settled for approximately a moiety of the Liepard's length. His customer held and petted his head, a good affirmation of his work.

Reaching into the Liepard's underwear, Brayden massaged the gonads. The orbs showed indicators he was on track to making his client cum before Abigail, and the other girls were finished. All his training with his consanguineous Lucarioes was paying off, although he had some dubiety about the females being fast with the wash. A quick glance at Nina gawking at the blowjob added to his skepticism.

The Liepard was jocund he asked about the crossdressing Braixen being available for sex. He had a fetish for girly males in effeminate attire, and Brayden was one of the most paradigmatic people he'd encountered outside of porn, with quite the rod to boot. Everything Brayden did felt stupendous despite knowing Brayden was a newcomer to a feline's penis. Having Nina, Dawn, Abigail, Ruby, and Millie ogling at them while received fellatio scratched the itch of fornicating in front of a live audience. He wanted more of them within his car, but the space was prohibitive for even increasing to a threesome.

Brayden was not content at just settling at sucking the Liepard's prick, and it was not worthy of the eighty-five Pokébucks he mentally opined. The barbs would be crucial components instead of nettlesome obstacles in his plan. He focused his effort on the tip, making sure to nab every pointy auxiliary possible. Emphasizing the fleshy needles, he sucked and moved his tongue on the shaft's crown, which made the Liepard to be in a frenzy, rewarding him with delectable liquid emissions.

A glob of cum caught Brayden by surprise, hastily swallowing it as the second round shot into his mouth. He was able to handle the output; it wasn't as copious compared to Charley's or Lucas's billows of semen. He didn't need to ingest it a lot, which allowed him to savor the thick fluid's essence as it pooled in his mouth. The Liepard got out, and he followed suit. Finishing their copulation, he displayed the seed on his tongue to him, ingurgitated it, and displayed the vacuous space. Satisfied with the service, the driver gave an extra ten Pokébucks as a tip and got in his vehicle, driving away from the illicit scene. Brayden still had an erection protruding outside the translucent bikini.

Not long after the Liepard drove off, a male Feraligatr showed up in the most filthy vehicle thus far, and he remarked on Brayden's feminine, skimpy attire. "Hey there, gorgeous. I see you're offering a car wash with these fine ladies. Do you provide other services such as companionship, if you catch my drift?"

"As a matter of fact we do," Nina answered.

The Feraligatr pointed at the girly Braixen. "How much for me to leave a souvenir on his ass while my car receives a makeover?"

"One hundred ten Pokébucks," Brayden blurted the first number in his head as Nina looked at him for an answer, unsure if the price was in the sweet spot for a client to ejaculate on and, possibly, in his asshole.

"Deal."

Brayden hopped inside the cluttered back of the red truck, pondering if the Feraligatr kept his domicile just as tidy as the pickup. The driver joined him anon, exuviating his clothes hastily. He gaped at the erect schlong; it was close to Lucas's endowment though more tenuous. He noticed the ladies congregating around the vehicle, undoubtedly captivated by the homoerotic scene.

"Turn around and present that firm bitch-ass of yours," the Feraligatr commanded.

Brayden got on his hands and knees, presenting his buttocks to the client and shifting the bikini bottom's thin string to the side. He instantly became alarmed upon sensing the Feraligatr's dick between his butt cheeks. Slim or not, he did not want him dry because he wasn't prepared to take a sere cock as is just yet. His father and uncle were in the process of habituating him to that style of rough sex, and he trusted them to not afflict more harm to him than necessary.

"Don't you have lubricant around here," Brayden inquired urgently, glancing at the messy interior for any signs of his anus's salvation.

"Didn't bring any, although it don't matter," the Feraligatr replied dominantly, grabbing Brayden's penis and rubbing it. "I have it right here, all fresh, natural, and organic." He coated his right hand with the masculine Braixen's precum while stimulating him to produce more, applying the primitive lube to his penis, and he repeated the cycle two more times. Brayden almost ejaculated from the handjob; at least the bikini didn't prohibit his dick from pulsating and twitching around. The Feraligatr found the tight ring and steadily inserted his cock inside.

Brayden moaned from the burning sensation in his perforation as he felt the shaft within his rectum advance further without any sign of stopping until the Feraligatr hilted him. Thankfully, he didn't detect him immediately pull out and thrust into him again. "So nice and snug," he heard him utter. "I love a bitch with a tight ass, especially if she's actually a male who dresses and pretends to act like a slut." He yipped when he perceived a harsh slap on his rump, the pain becoming the impetus to discharge pre and erasing the indignation he felt towards him. There was a certain threshold of insults he could take from strangers without murdering his boner. The Feraligatr just crossed into the territory only a select few are permitted, such as his parents, Uncle Eric, and a few friends.

The Feraligatr thrust into Brayden again, not holding back the sinew behind it. He had the power, no doubt about that, but Lucas one-upped him in that department, Brayden believed. As the copulation continued, he got into his style of steadily perforating Brayden before adding a trenchant burst to the thrust, relishing the constricted, arid tunnel clenching his phallus each time.

Brayden enjoyed the Feraligatr sodomizing him better than he anticipated, blushing, huffing, and immersing himself in the stimulus of his anal passage, expanding, contracting, and clenching on the invader. His temporary partner provided an excellent fillip to his buildup if only they were in a position where he could stimulate his prostate. Jerking himself off wasn't an option since he needed to brace himself against the extraneous force on his body, and the Feraligatr was more in the mood of emptying his testes than assisting him like the unspoken custom dictated. Although parsimonious, the occasional spanks added some spice in the grand scheme of achieving an orgasm with him.

Without warning, Brayden perceived the unmistakable wetness in his rectum and the tense grip on his shoulders. The Feraligatr had an orgasm, and it resulted in him thrusting vigorously each time sperm shot out from his phallus. He howled with him habitually from getting stuffed with cream, although it was more out of vexation and choler than gaiety. His orgasm was in front of him that he could practically reach it, but it tantalized him by being elusory. If only there was some magnanimous entity that could provide a teensy boost to get him over the edge. The mental adjuration went unheard, and he sensed the Feraligatr sluggishly pull out of his pucker. Receiving the monetary requital, Brayden got out, and the Feraligatr proceeded to drive away. Abigail, the Lycanroc sisters, Aria, Nina, and Zoey energetically gathered around him.

"Show us what he left you," Abigail demanded. Brayden started to show the payment.

"Not that," Dawn responded. "We want to see the cum come out of your asshole. The windows bedimmed any action that occurred inside the truck."

It was a bizarre request, but Brayden saw no need to not acquiesce to it. He bent over and made sure his bikini wasn't eclipsing the full moon. The Feraligatr injected a copious amount of semen deep into his rectum, so it took a while and some effort to make the hot cream drain out. He heard them awing in fascination as some of the jizz eventually flowed out and down his taint to his balls. Figuring a minute was sufficient for their enthrallment, he obscured his anus with the girly veil, feeling the swimsuit adhere to him. He would be leaking the Feraligatr's spunk for some time.

"Change of plans, people," Nina spoke after seeing the swath of cash Brayden earned swiftly, formulating an idea.

"What are you planning?" Millie inquired.

"We're going to add more services to our wash." Nina emphasized the innuendo by elevating her eyebrows rapidly.

"Seriously?" Ruby asked.

"There's a reason why prostitution is the oldest profession. It works and is lucrative for earning money. I doubt we're not the only squad holding a car wash while wearing scanty bikinis right now, so I thought having Brayden wear one would make us unique, but surely this idea will make us stand out even more and decimate the competition if enough of us are willing to do it. I know I am."

"What about Terrance?" Dawn asked.

"We broke up awhile ago, so he has no authority of who I should see or fuck," Nina responded dismissively as if it was an inane issue. "Anyone else? Brayden?" All the other females replied affirmatively.

"I crossed the line twice, so count me in," Brayden said, "but where are we operating our furtive business?"

"We can hang out near Sinner's Paradise," Aria answered. "My father is friends with the owner, so we can raise funds there without raising suspicion, and he'll provide protection should we draw the police's ire. We just need to alert Scott, and he'll take care of the rest." Everybody nodded in agreement, and Brayden recognized he was committed to wearing the paltry bikini way out in public for the foreseeable future.

The group was large, requiring Aria's car and Nina's SUV to chauffeur the members to Sinners Paradise, a strip club with the bonus of legally catering to the clienteles' exotic desires. It arrived, and Aria went inside to check with Scott. Her naturally gigantic, sagging breasts bounced vivaciously as she jogged back, hypnotizing Brayden.

"Great news; Scott gives us permission to do the car wash here for today, including our extra services, and give him a holler if the authorities are a nuisance. We can get started."

Brayden and his companions gathered the buckets and began filling them with saponaceous water. As they did, they devolved into the adolescent war of soaking each other as Dawn instigated it by splashing Zoey. Their puerile game that reminded them of beating the sweltering heat caused their gossamers to be hyaline again, showing the future customers potential offerings for the right price. His fur loosened up into single strands. Bernadine, his epicene alter ego, was back.

The group debated about what to offer and for how much. The associates settled with caresses on the erogenous zones besides genitalia, fingering, and handjob was on the lowest end, whereas penetration and creampie committed a pretty premium. Instead of overcomplicating prices, they decided that threesomes, foursomes, and so on would just double, triple, or further the price respectively for the services. Aria and Zoey took some time to lure the crowd to the party's new location. Still, they managed to ensnare a sizable amount of clients, more significant than at Aria's house due to their blatant advertisement of special services, and Nina and Abigail inveigled a decent portion into paying for premium options.

Not long after the initial clients flooded the area, Brayden received his first customer, a gravid Lapras, feeling apprehensive while in the backseat. He knew his parents were open and passable with having sex with other people outside their marriage, and he was content about it. He also was leaning towards the polyamorous side, although he wasn't totally aware of it. Nevertheless, he refused to abet someone knowingly cheating on someone, assuming those who solicited him and his friends were single. She conspicuously had a sign she possibly was with a mate.

"Does your partner know about this?" Brayden asked.

"You're wondering about who made me pregnant," the Lapras stated. "Don't worry about it; my spouse is aware and consents to it."

"How come?"

"My kind needs to have sex profusely once we are gestating. It's to ensure the birth canal is wide enough to expel the baby without complications. Unfortunately, my mate is overseas on a business trip, and I'm growing jaded at using toys, so I had to take up the Arcanine's and Zoroark's offers once I observed your packaged all wrapped up in that womanly envelope of yours. I just got off the phone with him."

Better safe than sorry, Brayden thought, reminiscing about his parents infixing values in him. "I need to hear from him myself." He received an explicit confirmation from the husband on the cellphone, conciliating his trepidation.

Brayden had until the wash's completion to elate his customer, so he swiftly took off her raiments and got her in a comfortable, procumbent position, making her susceptible to the vanilla style of penetration-- no foreplay whatsoever. Sweet warmth gripped his cock as he infiltrated her pussy. He froze, perceiving the clamps on his length and the unusual, slightly desiccated cavern.

"Oh, god," Brayden moaned blissfully from reinserting his dick into her twat.

"Feel free to pound me to oblivion," the Lapras uttered, feeling exultant about having an actual dong in her. "The harder-- the better."

Spurred by the enceinte Lapras's words, Brayden unleashed his virile energy and thews as he plowed her to euphoric nullity. Nothing restrained him; even her vocals as he humped her told him to not surcease. He had ample opportunity to finally ejaculate, and he safely surmised she would be delighted to accept his seed. The car shook violently from the force he exerted on her. Typically, the alacrity he was in required intermittent recharges, but his hormones from the teasing and blue balls supercharged his natural fuel.

Gratifying the Lapras's other request, Brayden latched onto her squirting teats, fondling the large breasts. The initial lick gave him the taste of lactation, the milky substance tasting delicious to him. He suckled the left side, underestimating the reserve as the infant's nourishment secreted through the nipple at an unprecedented rate. The right half was identical, and he savored the output.

A sudden surge of natural baby formula caught Brayden by surprise, creating an interlude in his thrusts. The Lapras squeezed her breast that nurtured him, sending a stream of lactation down his throat at a rate similar to milking a Miltank's udder. Her milk overflowed out of his mouth as she disburdened the load in her bosoms. While she did, he resumed penetrating her vagina, giving her long, puissant insertions of his cock.

Brayden pinned the Lapras to the car door as instinct took over him. "I'm nearly there," he huffed.

"Time's up," Nina interrupted through the open door.

Gritting his teeth in sexual frustration, Brayden begrudgingly pulled out of the Lapras, swearing that the girls were not finished as he got out. The car was immaculate, as pristine as a newly-manufactured vehicle to his chagrin. He claimed they didn't spend as much time as the Feraligatr's truck. After paying him, she drove off, jubilant at receiving fornication superb enough to dilate her cervix long enough for her husband to return from his trip.

Brayden's attempts at orgasming constantly thwarted during the car wash disgruntled him. His patrons either wanted oral from him or irrupt semen in his rectum, which they usually missed his prostate in the process. The women had impeccable timing at ruining his buildup whenever the customers desired his penis in their genitals or puckers. What was infuriating to him was a wall that didn't exist before, a barrier that crimped his ascension to the sexual zenith just near the very top. It didn't matter how many kinks were going for him, such as having sex out in the open while wearing the bikini. Witnessing Abigail, Nina, Dawn, Ruby, and Millie climax had him in a state of malignity, though he remained cheerful and imperturbable on the outside.

The car wash and prostitution went smoothly for the most part. At one point, law enforcement tried to disrupt the operation but were fruitless in their endeavor when Scott, a Skunktank, intervened on the party's behalf. His lawyering and natural effluvium got rid of a male Arcanine and his partner, a female Houndoom.

The group was making bank from the premium services along with the members' satisfying their lustful desires. The myriad of purchases, positions, and involved personnel filled the location with nearly nonstop howls, which left Brayden incredibly horny. There was a period where they had no customers, the duration being long enough for his concupiscence to subside, and the females couldn't have that foil their plan.

"All right, girls," Nina uttered, "there's a break in the crowd, so let's have some fun with Brayden until more customers show up."

"I suppose I don't have a say in this?" Brayden inquired, not that he had any odium about having a temporary harem to release his pent-up libido.

"Would you really object having multiple women you have your eyes on fulfill your libidinousness?" Abigail asked in a sultry tone.

"No. No, I wouldn't."

"Then, lay on your back," Nina suggested. "Zoey will provide the padding." Brayden proceeded to do her request. "No sixty-nine," she quickly added.

Weird, Brayden thought, though he had no objections to niggle about. Zoey's brawny physique might as well be actual pavement as he prostrated on the Zoroark, having his junk and taint near Zoey's physiognomy. He wondered if he wasn't allowed to reciprocate as he sensed Zoey lick his anus, but the shadow of an equally hulking Aria and her pussy enraptured his attention before the Arcanine sat on his visage.

"Start licking, stud," Aria commanded, and Brayden obeyed.

As he spent the first seconds lapping away at Aria's vagina, Brayden perceived more attention on his nether region, feeling his bikini move to the side even though the epicene swimsuit provided nearly nonexistent obstruction. His left ball entered a lady's mouth while the right nut went into a different, feminine muzzle. Since his penis was extended, he sensed three distinct cunts touching it with his acuminate tip piercing one of them. He could only guess who was doing what on his genitalia, ruling out Ruby because she moaned after taking his cock into her slit.

It was the other Lycanroc sisters that ground their snatches against each other on Brayden's phallus as Ruby went down just beyond its glans. That left Nina and Abigail as the ones sucking on his gonads. All the attention on his lower half plus Aria's anal musk and a cascade of nectar quickly turned him on. The few minutes of enduring the pleasure almost had him going over the precipice into the enchanted abyss until a sound ruined the euphoric dash.

Everyone heard a mechanical roar coming toward them. A sporty vehicle rolled into the area, and Dawn squealed with delight when a male Dragonite emerged from within.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it's Drake!" Dawn averred emphatically. Drake was one of the five Dragonites in Mystic Mania.

"I heard rumors of car wash going on around here where I can receive more than a rudimentary cleaning." The Dragonite removed his sunglasses, unveiling a vertical scar on his right eye. "Is this the place."

Everybody was too starstruck to talk, their mouths agape, until Brayden stammered from Aria's anus, "Yes." The male Braixen's answer broke the ice, and he sensed the women leave his body sequentially.

"We're trying to win tickets to your upcoming concert here," Abigail added.

"Is he really the Drake from Mystic Mania" Aria rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"Yes," Nina answered in the same volume.

"Holy fucking shit. No fucking way," Zoey replied loudly as she got up from the concrete. "Oh my god, he is."

"Allow me to increase your chances of success. I need to unwind from all the touring and producing music, so I want three people to fuck while I wait for my Azarti, and I want," Drake pointed at Millie and Dawn to their delight, "you. You." He took his time swaying his left index finger till it landed on Brayden, taking an interest in him in a bikini. "And you." He didn't mind having the foursome in public because of the lack of space in his car.

The ladies and Brayden drooled as Drake insouciantly exposed his nudie physique in front of them. He had cicatrixes over his burly frame, only aiding his physical appearance. If it weren't for his schlong protruding from his slit, he would've appeared as a husky female like Aria and Zoey.

"What do you want us to do?" Brayden inquired, still under the influence of his doppelgänger infusing within him.

Drake turned his attention to the two Lycanroc siblings. "You and I will give them a rimjob while they're sixty-nining each other."

After Dawn laid on top of Millie, Brayden situated himself behind the Dusk Lycanroc's fundament while Drake was abaft Millie's buttocks. He tasted lingering semen from the temporary partners that fucked Dawn's ass along with the musky flavor. His tongue mingled with Millie's organ as they shared her taint and a part of her vagina, still slowly accepting the sisters were unflappable at committing incest with each other. He suspected it was an exoticism the vast majority of families never practiced despite not being entirely illegal.

Millie admitted it was odd having intercourse with one of two other siblings she once shared space in her mother's womb together. Her sister's cunt was a delicious concoction of nectar and spunk, perhaps a tad too salty if she had to issue a complaint. It was pliable for her to taste Dawn's intimate flavor closer to the origin, and Dawn performed well at giving her cunnilingus. It seemed they shared identical spots in their pussies that made them writhe in place. Having Brayden lick Dawn's anus above her added a subtle gaminess when his tongue touched hers. Speaking of assholes, it was a first for her to have somebody ream her. Millie shivered from the moist alien touching her pink aperture, and it was from a celebrity. She tried her best to give Drake the most optimal path to her taint.

Dawn was in a similar boat to her silver-furred sister, albeit accepting the datum they were engaging in incest faster than Millie. She had a way of repaying Millie for the work on her snatch, wishing there was an option to reimburse Brayden. She could tell he exhibited signs he wasn't jejune at orally pleasuring someone's sphincter, sensing a wet foreigner in her rectum. Twisting Millie's clitoris, she received a sudden squirt of arousal from her sibling. As she pleasured Millie, she was in disbelief that Drake was adjacent to her in the flesh, and her lips even touched the Dragonite's mouth, ignoring the taste of her sister's ass on her tastebuds. She so wanted a picture to flaunt around her other friends because everyone would be incredulous about her claiming she kissed Drake and had sex with him.

"Keep licking, you two," Drake ordered the Lycanroc sisters though they had no intention of stopping anyway, looking at the crossdressing Braixen. "Time to tenderize a couple of rumps." After applying some lube to his penis, he handed the oleaginous substance to Brayden.

A dither went up Brayden's figure as he applied the dark blue petrolatum on his dick. Receiving Dawn's confirmation, he went deep in her ass till his knot prevented him from going further, observing Drake hilt the other Lycanroc. He was surprised how easily he slithered inside her, expecting at least an instance of halting to avoid harming her. He was slower at pulling out and pushing his sausage in her than Drake, too captivated at the Dragonite luminary savagely his partner's rear end. It took Dawn turning her head at him and communicating through body language if he was going to proceed to snap him back to reality.

Brayden took his time accelerating to find the equilibrium of giving himself and Dawn's pleasure, mainly for her safety. The equipoise was around where he'd like to be often, his perfect balance of power, speed, and maintainability to drag time out if the urge to cum wasn't so great. He gritted his teeth as the tail-hole constricted on his tool.

"How am I doing?" Brayden huffed.

"Doing fine," Dawn moaned, relishing the fleshy tube in her butt. "Just keep doing what you're doing." Her tail swept aside, offering herself to Brayden instinctually.

Dawn resumed lapping her sister's pussy though it was arduous to remain occupied on the task. Unimaginable pleasure created a haze of felicity in her eyes as Brayden plowed her posterior, glad he wasn't going all out. Where he was at added a tinge of a burn to spice up the situation without overpowering it. His penis was the largest she took--period. Every time his knot bumped against her nearly made her pause, giving Millie's twat a bath, whining from euphoric bolts going up to her spine and releasing vaginal juices like crazy.

Millie whimpered from the immense pressure in her rectum. She doubted Drake's cock would even fit in there at first. Having her entire region stimulated, she secreted arousal like a hose. An idea formed as she observed Brayden's testicles swinging like a pendulum above her, reaching out at the pair.

"Gah!" Brayden exclaimed, perceiving a hand on his dyad of orbs as he stuffed his sausage in Dawn.

Brayden noticed Drake disconnect from Millie's rear interstice, aiming his glistening prick at a different aperture. Drake shoved it inside Dawn's mouth, giving her a hefty dose of backyard flavor with the precum also. The Dragonite bucked against the Dusk Lycanroc's maw for two minutes before reverting to the Midday Lycanroc's posterior orifice. Initially thinking about replicating the cycle on his end, he dismissed the idea, not wanting any interstice where he didn't receive penile stimulation.

"Here I go," Drake uttered, burying his cock deep in Millie's ass. "Take all of it, bitch." Brayden watched him discharge sperm into her anal passage covetously, penetrating Dawn faster to catch up. Once the final drops of jizz escaped, he pulled out, inserting a bejeweled plug in Millie's anus. "Leave that in there for now," he told her, and he looked at Brayden. "I need the other Lycanroc, next."

"But I'm so close," Brayden whined, rutting against Dawn's fundament as fast as she could take it.

"Don't worry; Daddy will take care of you soon. Right now, he needs to breed." Brayden watched as Drake defiled Dawn and filled her, grumbling obscenities and imprecations because of his erection. She managed to snag a selfie of her cum-covered visage next to Drake's head, sticking her tongue out in excitement, sneaking his penis into her phone camera.

The Dragonite wasn't sated with just the two climaxes. He kept cumming in every woman's pucker and pussy, going back to Millie to finish the job, and he plugged each hole with similar occlusions studded with a gem once he ejaculated. Even Aria and Zoey received the exact treatment, which temporarily closed the car wash.

As Brayden witnessed him cum in his friends to their jollities, he conjectured Drake imbibed some amount of the drug that enhanced the masculine recipient's endurance, strength, and production of semen during sex, analogous to the one his parents gave him. He must be in the mood, he thought, noting Drake's fortitude and power were also natural. If timed correctly, a male could satisfy a single mate for a day or two or climax with multiple partners for the same duration. He also believed Drake had a Daddy-kink.

According to Drake's request, Brayden went recumbent on the concrete, quickly knowing why he stopped the vaginas and anuses. Drake had Aria and the others stand above him sequentially, opening their holes to release the ample spunk within them. The voluminous jizz inundated him, soaking his hirsute physique and imbued into his bikini.

"Alright, cutie," Drake addressed Brayden, beholding the virile Braixen's irritated physiognomy, "come to Daddy." He took off Brayden's cum-ladened, girly, two-piece swimsuit immediately after Brayden moved closer to him, removing whatever amount of remaining intransigence holding the rod back. As they stood, he went behind Brayden, giving him a firm massage on the buttocks. Reaching underneath the hindquarters, he chuckled as he sensed the semen waiting agog to come out, rolling the gonads around in his left hand, which sent Brayden into a frenzy. "Somebody's awfully pent up. Good. Daddy likes it you are and eager for a pounding."

Brayden gasped as Drake's ossified member breached his sphincter into his cum-covered rectum. It was agnate to Charley's penis in appearance, although the proportions were disparate, being slenderer and an inch longer than the Charizard's cock. However, it still did the job of making him bulge his eyes and pleasuring him. He was glad Drake first re-lubed his shaft, ameliorating the agony in his anus to a tolerable level, and he realized the substance had a warm, tingling quality to it.

Drake set out what he said he would do, pounding Brayden's ass just like he did with the ladies enjoying the homoerotic show. Hearing Brayden respond indubitably well to his incessant, vigorous thrusts propelled him further. He reached around and stroked Brayden's dick, honoring the code in queer, male sodomy, and there was a rumble of thunder.

Brayden was glad the Dragonite was jerking his penis and slamming his derriere. The pressure was divine, aided by the unctuous substance enhancing his anal receptors, but it wasn't applied on the organ that could make him cum without penile stimulation. He went along with the ride as Drake gave the virile essences lingering within his rectum a harder time oozing out of him. Drake was among the best he had experienced in his rump, powerful, not slackening, and Drake had the wherewithal to utilize his tool. He sensed one of his nipples twist, forcing him to elevate his pitch, and he discerned the women enjoying the performance through the blurriness.

"Soo... goood," Brayden drawled.

"Perfect because I'm getting close to," Drake responded. "Time for the grand finale." He lifted Brayden up by his legs, bending them as far back as their flexibility permitted them. He also got Zoey to point one of the Azarti's mirrors at them so they could descry a reflection of themselves. "That way, you can see how much of a butt-slut your and that cock of yours is just for show."

A sudden malady of incredible magnitude in his buttocks eviscerated Brayden's response to the invective before he had any chance to alert Drake. Drake utilized his upper body strength in conjunction with his hips as he repeatedly impaled him on his meaty spear with astounding power. It was excruciating to him, although the pleasure gradually took over, meaning Drake was destroying his pucker correctly, and he could only express the ineffable bliss with moans. His erect unit flopped desultory from the force, and, best of all, his prostate was subjected to stimulation.

Although he could barely see, Brayden beheld all of his companions were in the range of his erratic wood, and it emitted precum like a hose. They behaved it was one, sensuously osculating and caressing each other's nearly naked bodies under the downpour of pre. His rock-hard cock turned color from the orgasm that was just out of reach.

Brayden howled as Drake impaled him in one last thrust, following with ejaculations into his rear, intramural, personal passage, and he savored the hot cream. The fertile output indicated Drake ingested the potent aphrodisiac, and it didn't stop. It inflated his viscera that a bulge reminiscent of bearing an infant in a womb formed, mingling with sperm from the other males that climaxed in him previously. He hoped that every throb would impact his prostate and trigger his sexual apogee. Unfortunately, the twitches and Drake's strength faded, and Drake lowered him to the pavement. He was elated Drake still ennobled the etiquette between gay couples until a critical phone call came for the Dragonite.

"I gotta go," Drake spoke as he hung up, the first drops of precipitation falling from the grey sky. "That was Zeke, and he says Kyle just got into a car wreck."

"Oh no," Abigail uttered without thinking.

"As much as I want to finish the job-"

"Go," the masculine Braixen interrupted Drake. "It's more urgent than the conduct." After Drake quickly drove off to the hospital with the tires smoking and screeching, the oncoming storm and somber news were the harbingers of the car wash's end. Sore and wet both inside and out, he put on his borrowed, blue bikini, the nether half covering what picayune amount of his dignity it could.

The drive back to Aria's house was completely silent and tranquil after the Arcanine alerted Scott of the group's departure. The melancholic rain and sky matched the lugubrious mood inside the car Brayden was in. The tempest didn't last long, and it was sunny when the party arrived. The girls told him they would be at his birthday celebration at seven, and he peddled away while wearing his filthy, sticky clothes, leaving the bikini behind.

Brayden had one more stop left before heading home, principally replicating the route to Sinner's Paradise. He diverged from it, going straight for two more blocks rather than turning left at a corner. The place he ended up was Hedonist's Delight, and the edifice screamed "adults only" on the outside. The anterior room required his identification before going further, and the entire interior room was lascivious enough to seduce an abbess or most likely incinerate one. It reeked of coition or masturbation as his eyes darted between male patrons jerking off to pornography.

Brayden's parents told him that all he needed to do was pick up the items and leave because they had already paid for them. As he ambulated through the meretricious building on the cusp of being a sex dungeon for public use, he became interested in a dyad of lingerie modeled by a mannequin, freezing in place. The underwear was entirely laced aside from the padding in the bra, and the colors of purple and hot pink wove together in a polychromatic dance. As he looked at the back, he noticed the panties rose up on the rump, exposing a cheeky portion of the glutes, and the lace formed a pattern of butterflies. He was aghast at the price when he read it, so he went to the counter.

A female Luxray stood behind the counter as Brayden arrived. She wore a black basque with thin white stripes. Her blue silver eyes eyed the male Braixen as a piece of fresh meat to surfeit her lustful hunger.

"How can I help you?" The Luxray spoke in a raspy, seductive voice, chuckling at Brayden being flummoxed by her big breasts accentuated by the lingerie.

"Ah, I was told by my parents you have an order prepared."

"Mmm," she purred, "you must be Brittany's and Lucas's offspring." Brayden affirmed her suspicion. "I'll be right back." He watched her ambulate to the back room, bewitched by her butt swaying bedeviling and erotically, and her panty was backless. It was also crotchless as she returned with two bags in her hands. "Here you go, and you don't have to purchase them." Despite the expensive price, he couldn't help but glance at the mannequin. "Interested in the attire?"

"Kind of; if only it wasn't pricey."

"It's yours."

Brayden snapped his head to the Luxray. "Say what?"

"If you want it, it's yours free of charge, and I'll wrap it for you. Consider it a gift for your family being the most gracious customers throughout the years."

The male Braixen didn't know what to say at the Luxray's complaisance other than, "Thanks." The bonhomous bestowal brightened up Brayden's birthday since waking up, and he was merry exiting the business with the packages and the generous gift.

The closer Brayden got to home, the more exalted he became. No distractions or other hang-ups occurred as he went past Aria's domicile. He would still have time to decompress because he left work early if no complications popped along the way. Imagining the aroma of his favorite comestibles cooking had him lick his lips, and he could hardly wait to tend to his aching balls.

Brayden came up on Uncle Eric's hearth next-- just a little further, and he would be at his place. As usual the epicene Lucario was in his bra and panties as he tended to outdoor tasks, the exact style and pattern when he first encountered him today. One of them involved getting mail from the mailbox, and he was near enough for Eric to notice him.

"Can you help me for a moment, Brayden?" Eric asked a favor.

Even though his body told him no, Brayden couldn't bring himself to refuse his favorite uncle's call for ministration. "What's wrong, Uncle Eric?"

"My lawnmower broke when the blades hit a substantial rock."

"I'll see what I can do." The girly Lucario took Brayden to the garage.

Brayden had an aptitude in mechanics through his father's tutelage and his studies at LNU. He was majoring in mechanical engineering and chemistry. So, fixing mechanical technology was intrinsic to him. He took the lawnmower apart, sharpened the blades, and emended it within several minutes, getting covered in grime in the process.

"Thanks for your help, Brayden."

"Don't mention it."

"Is there anything you want?" Eric started to advance closer to Brayden

The masculine Braixen began yielding ground. "No thanks. I'm good."

Eric kept on getting closer, having a scintillation in his eye that he was aroused. He had been excited since watching Brayden work on the lawnmower. "Surely, there must be something I can do." He tended to himself to entice Brayden while getting nearer, going as far as shedding off the bra.

Brayden was turned on and flustered, fumbling with the doorknob behind him without looking away from his relative. The fresh air caressed his entire physique, the sun blanketing him in warmth. Unknowingly, he was backing up to the swimming pool in the backyard until he unpunctually realized it. He made a splash, his clothes waterlogged, and the water around him slightly changed color and pellucidness from the filth on him. Eric hopped into the pool and had him trapped in the deep end.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" The biddable Lucario asked seductively. "I could make your day extra special."

"Perhaps there is one way," Brayden replied, succumbing to his lust.

Eric grinned at Brayden. "And I'm certain what it is. Leave it to me." Removing his nephew's shirt, he and Brayden commenced kissing each other on the lips.

Brayden could taste sour and bitter from Eric's lipstick as he smooched him. He moaned seconds later as he felt Eric rub his gibbosity through the wet pants. The kisses got more zealous the more barriers capitulated to Eric's hand. First the pants-- then, the underwear. The pleasure distracted him from knowing Eric was removing the rest of his clothes until his penis sprung free into the pool, and he assisted him by lifting his legs sequentially.

Now that he enfranchised Brayden's dick, Eric executed more strength on Brayden, pinning him firmly against the pool's edge while osculating him, and he humped him. Rubbing his panty-bulge on Brayden tenderized him, enervating the masculine Braixen's muscles. The kisses went south until he submerged himself, grinning impishly as he went under.

What is Uncle Eric doing? Brayden thought before tensing up. Oh.

Eric commenced licking his nephew's phallus, dragging his tongue from the attenuated foundation to the acicular tip. Fellatio was his forte, and he was conversant with Brayden's package to know the unique spots. He circumscribed to the family jewels, for now, taking the dangling dyad into his muzzle. _Brayden's so full; the plan's working so far. _Knowing the male Braixen's improving pain tolerance, he gently gnashed and tugged the gonads. Simultaneously, he stroked and twisted Brayden's cock.

It took significant willpower for Brayden to remain above the water although Eric debased it rapidly. The tongue cradling his orbs and hands stroking his prick deliquesced the muscles in his legs, finding himself sinking further into the swimming pool. Witnessing the bubbles breaking on the surface and feeling the pleasure on his genitals were the only clues about Eric's condition underwater.

The sucks on Brayden's testicles transitioned to licks on Brayden's pecker as Eric caressed it orally, swapping positions with his hands. He went from the narrow base to the tapered point, repeating the cycle from different angles. The chlorinated water was no match against Brayden's production of precum, especially when Eric got closer to the briny delicacy's source. Gradually, he girdled the fleshy rod, marveling at its properties.

As soon as his uncle encompassed his entire dick, Brayden took the reins, holding Eric's head firmly in place. He thrusted forcefully and robustly down the effeminate Lucario's throat, relishing the tight space. He treated it like he was fucking a vagina or a pucker, and that included giving it all of his seed once he orgasmed. Also, he found the drastic changes on his shaft between the hot, moist mouth and the lukewarm water peculiar.

Eric blushed from his nephew puissantly thrusting down his throat, savoring being used as a fuck-toy. If the water wasn't muffling his vocals, he would fill the backyard with a diapason of his felicity. He held onto Brayden, wrapping his tongue around the male Braixen's monstrous tool as it skewered his jaw. Damn, brother, you produced one hell of a stud for your offspring. Inebriated by eroticism, his canine penis poked out of his panties. Keeping an eye on Brayden's indicators, he gave him a signal he needed air, which Brayden acquiesced although he still possessed a rich supply of oxygen in his lungs, thanks to playing a trombone and deep-throating multitudinous macho entities.

Brayden inhaled sharply as he abruptly went underneath the water, finding his kindred Lucario the culprit. Eric pulled him to the bottom, utilizing his lithe physique developed from his occupation to pin him. He was stupefied by Eric's capability, benumbed further as Eric held their penises together and began the frottage. The slick shafts were more lubricous from the water, and Eric's panties added some friction, the combination giving him undeniable rapture. So much so that he didn't mean to exhale all of his air that he had to escape to the surface, which Eric endorsed wholeheartedly. Both gathered much-needed oxygen after reaching the surface.

The lubricious tension still going strong in the air, Eric titillated Brayden further as he revealed his underwear to him while smiling seductively. Vacating the swimming pool, he got on his hands and knees, swinging his butt at him in a magnetizing fashion, and he turned his sultry smile at him too.

After agonizingly waiting for a thin layer of natural lube to replace the chlorinated water on his dong, Brayden zealously pounced on Eric, knowing the submissive Lucario could handle pain better than he could. He heard his uncle howl after the initial insertion, and he perceived him bellow repeatedly with immediate subsequent thrusts. His orbs, swollen from being on edge for nearly every second since he roused from his slumber, thwacked barbarously against Eric's posterior.

Eric wheezed from the savage pounding on his rear. Each time he perceived Brayden intercalating his phallus in the rectum, he scrounged for air from exhaling forcefully and from the vigor knocking the wind out of him. The brutal torture in his ass made his penis hard, one of the stiffest it had been, its lubricity causing him to flood the concrete with pre-ejaculate. Other than the abuse applied to his prostate, no other rough acts were necessary. He so desired Brayden's knot in his anus, but if the scheme was anything to glean from, he would have to wait for an iota longer for the opportunity.

The docile Lucario suddenly altered position, tumbling over Brayden till he was on top of him. He maintained the force exerted on his ass although he was in control, an extraordinary treat he indulged sporadically. Ensuring he would climax before Brayden, he began jerking his dick strenuously.

Brayden was dumbfounded from the role reversal to do anything other than allowing Eric to plunge onto his schlong. He was close to his orgasm too, but the sudden metamorphosis retarded his ascent. A shot of semen landed on his lineaments, starting on his belly. His uncle's following cumshots increased in distance, raining down on his face and tongue. Jealousy ensued as he realized Eric climaxed quickly while he'd been struggling to achieve his since waking up. You better not pull out, Uncle Eric. Please, for the love of god, let me cum. So far, Eric was answering his telepathic orison. He sensed his knock breaking down Eric's sphincter bit by bit, and his buildup was almost at the apogee until Eric did what he dreaded him to do.

Looking at his watch and perceiving the signals Eric pulled out, giving Brayden's penis a few strokes and sucks before severing Brayden from the pinnacle of intercourse. He felt Brayden stubbornly bucking for the last smidgens of stimulus before sensing the masculine Braixen calm down and defeated. Brayden was blue-balled again, and another load of unreleased sperm coalesced in his scrotum.

"Why'd you stop?" Brayden whined.

"Look at the time," Eric answered, showing Brayden the watch. All the distractions consumed Brayden's extra time that it didn't even matter if he left work early or at the scheduled time.

"Shit; I gotta go." Brayden started to gather his items. He was about to bolt out his uncle's property.

"At least let me lend you some of my attire," Eric offered. "They're drier and more comfortable." Despite indulging in wearing epicene underwear and swimwear, he possessed an array of traditional habiliments for men, which did the job of temporarily covering Brayden's naked body as the virile Braixen went commando.

Even though the Luxray gave Brayden a free set of bra and panties he had his eyes on, its afterglow was snuffed by all the other events today, including his uncle stymieing his orgasm. The frustration aggrandized when his bicycle broke for real, sending him tumbling onto the rough pavement. As he dragged his bike, soiled vestments, and the items from Hedonist's Delights, a truck whizzed by, sending a tidal wave of tenebrous water at him. He furiously tossed his mode of transportation a few feet away from him.

"Fuck this! Fuck this day! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Brayden stomped repeatedly at the speed of uttering, "Fuck!" He heard the unmistakable sound of Charley's vehicle, turning behind him and observing it stop adjacent to him, and the Charizard stuck his head out the window after rolling it down.

"Holy shit, dude, you look horrendous," Charley uttered.

Brayden flipped his best friend off. "And a fuck you too, dude."

Charley didn't let Brayden's response derange his mood. "You want a lift?"

"Please, and thanks. I'm heading home."

Charley unlocked the passenger door. "Hop in." Brayden hopped into his ride next to him, and he proceeded to drive to Brayden's house. "So... what the fuck happened to you? Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thanks." Brayden heaved a splenetic sigh. "Well my day started off terrifically. My parents played a jape on me by altering all the clocks, including my room, to make me believe I was late for work. It turned out I wasn't, but my boss allowed me to leave extra early if I clock in and assist Garnet. It was a chore. You heard the usual shenanigans going on there. It was Custap Berry season, so the café was swarmed nonstop. I dealt with rude customers, convoluted orders, and I spilled Custap Berry syrup all over the place and myself. I had sex with Garnet as a token of her appreciation and-"

"No way! You had sex with Garnet?!" Charley offered Brayden a high-five as a form of his felicitation. "High-five, bro."

Brayden gave Charley an irascible death stare at his congratulations, which the Charizard sheepishly withdrew. Clearly he wasn't in the mood. "Anyway, I had coitus with her, and that's when it all went downhill. She blue-balled me."

"That's rough, buddy."

"You don't know the half of it, bro. As I went around to complete my list of chores before the birthday party, I encountered Aria, Nina, Dawn, Zoey, Millie, and Ruby having a car wash to raise funds for the cheerleaders Nina, Dawn, and Ruby are on. The winning group will receive tickets to Mystic Mania when it arrives here for an upcoming concert. I acquiesced to participate with them, and that included wearing the skimpiest bikini around. I'm talking about the ones that give quite the pussy-floss, so obviously mine couldn't contain my package whatsoever--flaccid or erect. I was virtually naked."

"Damn, Brayden, you did that?" Charley tried to imagine his best friend crossdressing in an exiguous bikini.

Brayden nodded. "Yep, I did. I even acted like a stripper and became a prostitute for a few hours, only for me to be blue-balled every single goddamn time. I've been aroused since I woke up, and all the times people rudely fizzled my orgasm. I have like dozens of loads of semen in my balls because of them. All the time I spent running actual errands and assisting the girls and one of my uncles made the free time I got practically inconsequential. To top it all off, I just had a truck splash murky water on me." As he went on a jeremiad about the unfortunate events on his birthday, he noticed Charley turn right instead of left near his house, turning his head at the correct direction "Where are we going? My house is the other way."

"I'm giving you an extra birthday gift early. Hold on." It took a minute for Charley to reach a cloistered spot, and Brayden observed the sudden change in his demeanor.

"What's going on, Charley?"

"Shut up and unzip your pants," Charley hastily ordered Brayden.

Brayden was addled. "Why?"

"I'm repaying my debt to you for when you handled my blue balls. You want me to do it or not?"

"I don't know what to say."

"Just yes or no, and hurry up please. I'm not certain my courage will burn long enough unless I hear a response, and it probably won't come back."

Brayden could see sign's on Charley's face that the Charizard actually wanted to go through with blowing his cock. Distressed, sure, but Charley was clearly sincere in the desire, and he believed there was no chicanery involved that would make the situation become another case of blue balls. "Sure thing, buddy." He unzipped his pants and nonchalantly exuviated it entirely off his body-- shirt also. "Have at it."

Inhaling deeply, Charley went over the center console , not believing he was about to enact what he spent months working the gallantry to. He had been thinking about requiting Brayden ever since the day he discovered his Garchomp girlfriend cheated on him right as he was about to copulate with her, and Brayden gave him a blowjob to mollify his boner. It's for science, he conjured the image of Brayden saying that to him whenever Brayden attempted something new. He also was striking out at flirting with several females and hadn't had a proper release outside of masturbation for months. The verisimilitude of Brayden being in the same boat as him was serendipitous if he kept his courage up. The scent of his best friend's essence distorted his mind, his mouth salivating in anticipation, which caused droplets to fall on Brayden's pecker.

"You won't lift me by my tail and thrust into my mouth?" Charley uttered near Brayden's dick, bethinking the time he received fellatio from Brayden.

"I don't even have the sinew to do that even if I wanted to _remunerate _you."

Internally sighing with relief that Brayden wouldn't reciprocate precisely what he did to him previously, Charley inaugurated his premier experience at fellating a man by grabbing Brayden's penis, glad he was with someone that was his best friend since he was a Charmander and Brayden was a Fennekin. At first, he licked the cuspidate tip, finding the inceptive flavor repugnant. He found it peculiar that the negligible action caused Brayden to violently leak precum. A warming smile from Brayden actuated him to go further, encapsulating Brayden's shaft with his mouth.

Brayden was exuberant. It was preponderant in his brain because of his sensitive cock, although he was wary from experiencing perfidious promises. The jejune routine reinforced the notion Charley was a tenderfoot at giving blowjobs, wincing at the sharp, pointy teeth going too far on his dick. Still, Charley felt splendid on his appendage, the massive tongue squishing it. It was like he deep-throated him except a pseudo version. He did anything he could think of to cajole the Charizard rather than scaring him, caressing Charley's head, uttering sounds and vocals, and other methods.

Charley was exultant at the laudations Brayden gave to him. It alerted him he was one the right path despite making neophyte's mistakes, even conjecturing that Brayden's other partners took more than slightly beyond the tip in their mouths. He went deeper gradually until his gag reflex activated. Losing his virginity at sucking a cock notwithstanding, Brayden's tool was the largest he ever handled.

"Don't feel obligated to take my entire penis at once," Brayden uttered.

"Am I doing it right?" Charley inquired, holding his best friend's unit.

"You're doing well. I never thought the beginning portion of a mouth would be so wonderfully tight."

Charley blushed at the extolment. "Yeah. I've had bitches tell me how thick my tongue to where they believed it was an actual cock when I licked their pussies."

"Just an fyi, I'm nearly there and have a fuck-ton of cum athirst for release." The bantam inhibitor will not get the best of me, and Charley better not be paltering me this entire time.

"Ok. I should've asked this sooner; are you clean?"

"I've been taking medication regularly, and my last check-up, which was two days ago, showed no infections, so you shouldn't have to fret about catching something for me." Advancements in medication that prevent or cure STDs and easier access to testing made maladies that transmit through sexual intercourse more of minor nuisances than severe or deadly pathoses. The stud of a Braixen made a mental note to get another examination soon after handling numerous partners in a short timespan.

Brayden laid back in the chair as Charley resumed sucking his virile appendage. He admitted to himself that there was a unique trait or two about novitiates at giving head he couldn't get from the virtuosos: experimentation and distinct enthusiasm. Despite having to remind him about utilizing the teeth correctly, he found it cute and gratifying how Charley operated on his cock, growing his predilection toward him from childhood further.

Charley tried different methods at distinguished spots on his best friend's package, noting the omnifarious results. Operating on Brayden's testes caused the male Braixen to relax more whereas squeezing on the tumid knot made Brayden vellicate and shoot pre. He acclimatized to the saliferous, manly fluid's taste after the initial brackish flavor, lending more of his brain to process the other minutiae of Brayden's length. Though this was his virgin experience at fellating someone, it wasn't his first time at orally pleasuring an individual to orgasm, so he was fastidious at observing Brayden for barometers that portended an explosive crescendo, which there were plenty of foretokens. He was also aware of the 'bro-code,' so he did anything his improvisations inspired him to do for the grand finale: dynamically squeezing and wrenching Brayden's exposed penis and knot, massaging the balls, and gently gnawing the rest of the shaft while sucking it coincidently. Although he didn't want to admit, sucking Brayden's penis and other erotic acts he did to him aroused his dick, which he was fine tending to by himself shortly.

Brayden strenuously bucked his hips for the final few times before moaning louder than he ever did today. His obdurate orgasm finally caved, and the feeling was ineffable because every word in the dictionary would be a severe understatement. The duration of his peak was longer than his previous climaxes although it was an eternity from his perspective.

Dealing with the torrential productivity of semen was an aeon in Charley's world. He was proven wrong over and over again that he arrived at the end of the salty eruption when more kept rushing in. The amaranthine bursts overwhelmed him, the scaturient sperm dripping from his mouth onto the seat cover, floor liner, and Brayden's crotch. Brayden wasn't kidding about the dozens of payloads waiting in his scrotum. Indeed, Brayden ejaculated more copiously than he ever did or seen someone in a porno, even the few homoerotic variants he viewed--just for science. When it was all said and done, a fertile puddle formed, and Charley concluded he was satiated of cum for a lifetime.

The crash was more debilitative than consuming coffee spiked with Tauros Drive, which Brayden was all too overjoyed to experience it for once since waking up. It was like reuniting with a companion he thought perished and became cadaverous a long time ago. To his pleasant surprise, his refractory period didn't arrive, still erect as ever, though he felt the immense relief of dissipating a portion of his sexual energy. His schlong slowly extravasated the lingering cum like viscous lava. As he turned to extol Charley, he noticed a jut in the Charizard's perforated jeans. Apparently, the blowjob activated his lifelong companion's libido, a significant eroticism, judging by the bulge's size.

"Thank you so much for your help, Charley," Brayden spoke.

"Anytime, Brayden," Charley parleyed back, about to turn the ignition. "Let me take you to your house, and I'll see you at around tonight at seven for the party." He did not want Brayden to know how much the fellatio aroused him.

"I must recompense you for what you did."

Charley could tell from Brayden's hungry, suggestive expression his friend was still aroused. "Uhh, no need for that. It was a gift, remember?" Shit, he knows.

Gift or not and despite what some of his most recent masculine partners possibly believed, Brayden was a punctilio about ensuring his male fuck-buddies cum during sex. Observing Charley's flustered comportment convinced him that Charley teetered on the fine line between consent and refusal. Until the Charizard was adamant about rejecting the reciprocation, he would attempt to subtly guide him towards acceptance. "Are you sure? It looks like you have a massive boner requiring attention, and you've been behaving like you were in a similar boat I was in. Any luck with your search?"

"No," Charley murmured bitterly.

"What?"

"I haven't," Charley uttered in a slightly louder volume, still sounding choleric.

"I didn't catch that."

"I said I haven't!" Charley boomed violently.

"Oh." Brayden furrowed his ears in chagrin. "Sorry about that."

Charley grunted. "It's alright. It's just aggravating trying to find someone since severing ties with my ex-girlfriend. Not a single woman of interest accepted a first date or even to share phone numbers."

Brayden enlarged his eyes. "What?! Bullshit! Who would reject a hulking stud like you?"

"Clearly, they did. I haven't buried my cock and cummed inside someone for a few months. I jacked off, but that could only go so far. When you vented about how shitty your birthday has been so far, I suddenly had the stupid idea of paying you back."

Brayden grew concerned. "Don't tell me you regret what we did."

"No. I don't regret it, but I didn't expect to be this aroused because of it."

_Time to knock two Pidgey's with one stone. _"Use me."

"Say what?"

"Use my body. Stuff your penis in my anus and fill my rectum with semen like I was some lady, if you consent."

"Why are you proposing that to me?"

"We still need at least one good fuck, so I surmised a homerun between us would be beneficial."

"It took tremendous courage to suck your cock. I'm not certain I could muster that up to fuck your ass, knowing you're a dude."

"What about me doing my fur to appear effeminate?"

"I doubt that will be major enough to give me strength."

"I do have one other option." If it means to get Charley one step closer to realizing who he is, it is worth it.

"What?"

"You know I wore a very skimpy bikini with Zoey and the others recently. I've been gradually wearing girly underwear and swimwear lately, and I received a free bra and panties from Hedonist's Delight. Would wearing those and tending my fur be sufficient."

Charley thought for several seconds; the thought of his best friend appearing extra girly in a bra and panties sounded intriguing. "Do you have the underwear with you right now?"

"Yes."

"Let me see you in them." Charley observed Brayden gambling with the law -like what they were doing or potentially about to do were any more juridical- by stepping out of the truck naked and retrieved the purple and hot pink undergarments from the backseat. His jaw dropped when he saw him after Brayden tended to his fur and donned the bra and panties, posing in front of his blue eyes. "Holy shit."

"Still interested?" Brayden inquired. His fur wasn't the best it could be when making himself more epicene since he didn't have a brush, but he was almost a splitting-image of his mother while wearing the erotic lingerie. The only problem was his bulge, which he was surprised the panties was able to comfortably contain his erection. He betted it would be less overt once it became just his sheath and nuts. He was also delighted how the underwear felt while wearing the girly stitch. The bra and panties were tight enough to be a bit snug, and the material was silky and smooth. The top half gave him the appearance of possessing mammillae like Brittany's breasts that were B-C cups, and the nether portion exposed the right amount of his fundament to be enticing without dealing with a wedgie all day.

Charley was dumbfounded that the male Braixen standing outside in feminine lingerie was his best friend, even more flabbergasted that Brayden did it without a scintilla of qualm. Seeing him in the sexy outfit caused his body temperature and heartbeat to aggrandize and his cheeks to blush, picturing himself having a nosebleed. He noticed Brayden's cheeks flushed also, no doubt about him realizing he discerned an alternate side of him.

"Charley?"

The Charizard shook his head rapidly to reality. "What?"

Brayden tilted his hip to the side, flaunting his girly habiliments. "What do you think? You want me to pretend I'm a girl while you and me have sex, so you can rest easier?"

"Sure. Go for it. I'm ready." As Brayden went around to the driver's side, Charley pulled off his brown, short-sleeved shirt, kicked off his footwear, undid his belt, and pushed his jeans and grey boxer-briefs off his legs.

Brayden paused the second he beheld Charley's nude body, gulping from getting excited. He really hit the gym hard the past few months. Holy fuck, he's hotter than before. The bulging muscles were more convex, the eight-pack was more toned than when he last him naked, which was around college.

Heart palpitating strenuously from the dither, Brayden sat on the Charizard's lap, facing away from Charley to further sell he was a female, and Charley closed the door. It was incommodious for him to plant his rump on Charley, barely fitting with a diminutive void between him and the steering wheel with being the farthest away from them. Charley raised the issue about applying a lubricative substance, and he responded by using his pre to Charley's dick since his asshole was warmed up.

Slowly, Brayden plummeted on Charley's penis, savoring it stretch his intestinal walls. A twinge tautened his muscles as he miscalculated the girth's size, pausing for a moment. Once the torture abated, he descended till Charley hilted him. Holding onto the steering wheel, he set the pace comfortable to him while adapting to the pressure. That pressure catalyzed a separate tension within him that was euphoric. His prostate's stimulation indurated his phallus, and his pecker shirked the feminine barrier.

"Oh god, Charley, your cock feels great," Brayden moaned.

Charley was in his own world, huffing even though he hardly exerted much effort. He didn't think that Brayden's buttocks would be that tight, aware of Brayden's sexuality and Brayden's most recent instances of anal sex. Of course, Brayden was looser than a couple of women he took their anal cherries from, but Brayden was just as tight as a virgin's vagina, and he kept telling himself that Brayden was a female. "Damn-- you're such a tight bitch. Why couldn't more women be as tight as you."

His buildup climbing, Brayden accelerated his movements. The agony vamoosed, leaving him with authentic felicity in his rectum. Since he was close to blowing another large payload, conjecturing Charley would appreciate not having to clean up sperm in his vehicle, he rotated his entire body one hundred eighty degrees to face Charley, wrapping his arms over Charley's neck. In addition, he wanted Charley to have control over him for this instance. He stopped completely with the Charizard's tool in his butt once he reoriented his position.

"What are you doing, Brayden?" Charley wondered with concern. I can now see his dick.

"Giving you more control over my body since you know how hard I want you to pound me. Plus, I'm close and figured you wouldn't want me to cum over the dashboard, the steering wheel, and elsewhere in your truck."

Concurring with Brayden, Charley thrusted into him, guesstimating the preferred ferocity Brayden wanted. He tried so hard to stare at nothing but Brayden's face, reducing the population of indicators he was currently fucking another male. The constrictions caused him to grunt, and he slightly grinned that Brayden was highly receptive to his penetrations. Soon, he immersed himself into the reverie of his cohort being the opposite gender. However, his inquisitiveness and fealty to the code caused him to glance at Brayden's penis, and he was shocked. Brayden was erect and close to orgasm, and he hadn't done anything to stimulate him. He thought it was supposititious for a male to ejaculate without stimulus applied to a cock, a complete myth, but Brayden was living proof as Brayden violently erupted precum onto his belly and chest, and he was perplexed at the procedure. Was he supposed to assist a bro like him out, or could he get away with piercing Brayden's sphincter? All the pornography he viewed showed a submissive male receiving penile stimulation either by himself or from his dominant partner-- and they totally weren't gay videos. Better safe than sorry.

Brayden stared at Charley with a warmer, analytical grin as he sensed him grab his cock and stroke it. _For a man who claims he's heterosexual, you sure know a thing or two about ensuring the submissive male cums also. I know you will possess the strength to accept who your are eventually. _He knew Charley was less straight than Charley would like to admit when he accidentally found a magazine dedicated exclusively to gay porn underneath Charley's bed, recalling the two masculine Rapidash's wrecking a male Eevee's asshole. Out of his respect to him, he bought Charley's excuse of his sibling's pulling a prank on him and feigned ignorance ever since, although that was when he noticed more signs and began the quest.

Brayden welcomed the gesture even if it was supererogatory, with his prostate being more than necessary to achieve his orgasm. It arrived again to his delight, and it was nearly as potent as his previous orgasm. He was glad Charley held his endowment, or else his length would've flung spunk in sundry directions. Again, the ejections were copious from the multitudinous blue balls mixed with fresh semen from the efficacious strike on his G-spot. Even with the rapturous miasma blurring his sight and numbing his senses, he perceived Charley appearing joyful and the hot spunk in his rectum. The Charizard's visceral reaction and output reinforced the story of trying in futility to pick up women for several months, the total deposit of seed quickly landing in the top ten he had experienced from another male.

Tired, Brayden began licking his own sperm off Charley's incredibly muscular physique while having his friend's dong still in his rectum. He had his work cut out for him as he had painted Charley in a thick coat of white fertility from belly to head while Charley combatted against the ambrosial enfeeblement coursing through him. He, too, dealt with his own delectable enervation, his dick finally exhibiting signs of being recalcitrant.

"Thanks for helping, Charley," Brayden spoke. "I greatly appreciate it."

"Don't mention it," Charley groaned, still dealing with his devitalization that faded gradually, "and thanks also. I really needed to nut hard inside someone."

"You're welcome." After recovering from their exhaustion, Brayden pulled Charley's cock out, unleashing a cascade of semen, and he dressed over his bra and panties. Once they tidied up, Charley took him back home, dropping him off. "I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"See you soon."

"And I'm still not interested in males. It was just one bro helping another-- nothing more."

Brayden nodded in agreement. "Of course." After waving a temporary goodbye and watching Charley drive away, he ambulated up the narrow pavement to the front door and entered it.

Brayden immediately beheld his parents having sex on the couch as he shut the door, hearing the univocal sound of Lucas shoving his knot in Brittany's vagina as they achieved orgasm, and they waved at him seconds later. Normally, he would've had a reaction, but he would instead get a nice shower and decompress for a little bit before the guests arrived. Plus, he still suffered the afterglow's effects from having coitus with Charley and finally reached his powerful climax twice, so he lacked enough jealousy to castigate them. Since he and they were open about being nude in the house, he stripped naked in front of them, discarded his habiliments in the laundry room, and ran up the stairs to the bathroom he habitually used, unconsciously salivating from some of his favorite foods' aromas.

The shower felt nice for the male Braixen as the walls unleashed a fusillade of warm water on his naked frame. All the dirt and grime melted off his fur, and even the agglutinative syrup from his occupation didn't stand a chance. Best of all, he felt all the stress deliquesce with them, so he remained there for a more extended period. The bathroom door opened, and Brayden noticed his father and mother enter, which was rare even with the insouciance in the domicile. He observed them still conjoined by their genitals, and Lucas had Brittany in his arms.

"Welcome back, son," the Lucario enunciated. "How was work."

"God, where do I even start?" Brayden parleyed exasperatedly.

"That terrible," Brittany replied with concern.

"After finding out that somebody played a trick, I ended up working way earlier than when I was scheduled, which was fine because Jerry gave me the opportunity to leave earlier. I dealt with the horde of people and your standard douchebags, even spilling Custap syrup all over myself. It even went further downhill once I left for the day. As a conspectus of all the events, today sucked, and I look forward to having a few days off and the party."

"Sorry to hear that, sweetie. At least you are home where you begetter and I can make your day special earlier than expected." Brittany licked her lips seductively.

Brayden became alarmed at Brittany's foreshadow. _That's how my day became shittier than anticipated. _"No need for that, you two. Uncle Eric should be here in a few minutes, and we can start then." He wondered if the plan in place for when his uncle arrived was actually hokum.

"We swear our proposition is legit," Lucas uttered.

"You swear?"

"We promise. We all know sex's in store tonight shortly, so your mother and I figured why not accelerate the time when we saw you barge through the front door." It also means additional time for coitus to celebrate the multi-day festivities, the paternal Lucario added in his head.

Brayden relented though he was still cautious about any cozenage. "Alright."

The Lucario carried the feminine Braixen into the walk-in shower with Brayden. Kneeling beneath him, they each took one of their scion's balls dangling between them into their maws, pulling them in opposite directions. They noticed a scintillation in each other's eyes as they believed their plan was paying off from perceiving his responses. Their corresponding right hands united on his phallus, wrapping their digits around it, and they gave it healthy jerks.

Since her son's penis pointed at her once it vacated its sheath, Brittany left his testicle for her husband, which Lucas happily took it in his muzzle. Gleefully smiling at Brayden, she commenced sucking it, trading her slaver for his briny essence. She bobbed her head, taking random amounts of it in her mouth, and she eventually escalated to the accentuated hilt.

Observing his wife deep-throat Brayden and Brayden slightly thrusting into her jaw, Lucas left the orbicular dyad alone, tracing his tongue across Brayden's taint to the pink ring. The heavy licks left a sizable trail of saliva behind, loosening Brayden's anus in the process. He was pleasantly surprised to know Brayden received some action today as the sphincter was plenty pliable. His tongue effortlessly entered the posterior orifice, and he received sundry subtleties of the semens' flavors from the multitudinous males Brayden fornicated with recently.

Lucas and Brittany tried various combinations of nether parts accessible to them from rimming and fellatio on Brayden, performing one or the other while the other spouse sucked Brayden's gonads, or the each suckled a nut together while stroking the virile Braixen's dick . Brayden was bombarded by the stimulation, feeling lucky he blown his load twice before reaching his home. They, too, became alarmed at how much longer they spent orally pleasuring him, lasting long enough for Lucas's knot to shrink and slide out of her slit without any masculine expulsions, and they started to stand, determined to make Brayden cum for real.

"Ok, son," Brittany uttered, noticing him recover from the barrage. She bent over, presenting her pucker and snatch to him. "Where do you want to stick your penis in me, birthday boy, my vagina or anus?"

Smelling Brittany's arousal and observing his sire's sperm flowing out of her slit had Brayden's heart racing. _God, how could she smell this horny despite copulating with dad seconds ago? _He got an adequate whiff of her pussy's invisible effluence, his tongue lackadaisically hanging out of his mouth. "Your vagina."

Brayden performed on his mother in a manner he did with Garnet, lifting her up and pinning her to a slick wall. His prick slithered into her intimate crevice, catching Lucas's leftover batter along the way. Spurred by his rancor against their deception, he threw out his parents tutelage out the window, going for a steady, barbarous pace that was borderline tolerable for her. The energy from the blue-ballings was still present, giving him the necessary longevity in his thrusts. Occasionally, her rump would slam against the wall.

Sensing a preeminent presence abaft his back, Brayden swiveled his head just as his Lucario progenitor got intimately close to him. "Mind if I join in?" Lucas inquired near his right ear in a predominant, sexual tone.

Consenting, Brayden shifted his tail, exposing his asshole to Lucas. He had to pause as the girthy invader stretched his sphincter and rectum, still elastic enough to not require much lubrication. His groove required some readjustment as he penetrated his mother while taking it in the can from him concurrently.

Having his prostate and tool stimulated simultaneously had Brayden on a straight trajectory towards his sexual acme. The timing had his derriere push against Lucas's cock as the Lucario thrusted into him when he pulled out of Brittany. Despite the act sill possessing some taboo qualities, being sandwiched and loved by his mother and father always felt right to him.

The biological parents looked at each other in confusion. Something felt off. Brayden should've cummed copiously numerous times by now by their calculations. They plotted their scheme for many months as a way of showing thankfulness for him offering his virginity and locating the rare, famous truck. So far, the multi-day plan went off to a shaky start. Had the drug they placed into their progeny's breakfast wore off prematurely? Lucas added more power to his thrusts, going at a slightly different angle to apply more of it on his son's prostate while Brittany did all she could on her end to help.

"Oh god, mom and dad," Brayden stammered from the pleasure after a few minutes. "I'm gonna cum."

Took him long enough, the parents thought, Brittany being zealous about harvesting the fruits of her labor.

"Here it comes!"

"Don't let up! Fill my uterus with everything you have," Brittany howled.

"I'm right behind you, son," Lucas responded.

Brayden's dick twitched and pumped hot, agglutinative seed into the female Braixen's womb. As he came, his fundament flexed on the Lucario's shaft, creating an impetus for Lucas to go over the edge and create a vinculum between him and Brayden, and Brayden gasped from the knot popping. Having her snatch milk him and Lucas filling him with warmth made him empty his balls of everything they were worth. All three trembled and shuddered from the rhapsody within them, the males draining their testes with their final thrusts, and they descended to the floor as the shower washed away the last amount of sexual odor away. Brittany perceived the plan wasn't as fructiferous as she thought, further confirming her and Lucas's suspicions.

"So, what all did you do between here and work, Brayden?" Brittany inquired.

"I helped Abigail, Aria, Nina, Zoey, Ruby, Dawn, and Millie with the car wash for awhile. Then, I got the items from Hedonist's Delight, and I assisted Uncle Eric with his lawnmower," Brayden replied.

"Anything else?"

"Charley came and gave me a ride after my bike broke, and we hung out for a few minutes."

That was where the unexpected wrench occurred. Emphasis on unexpected, the motherly Braixen thought.

All three heard the doorbell ring. "Sounds like my brother's here," the supreme Lucario uttered, looking at the clock in the bathroom. Impeded by the males tying to their partners, they navigated their way to the front door, taking their sweet time with the stairs.

Eric stood outside holding two wrapped gifts in his hands, wagging his tail at the group of inseverable Braixens and Lucario. "Happy birthday, Brayden."

"Thanks, Uncle Eric."

As soon as he entered the edifice, Eric commenced exuviating his white shirt and khakis. "I hope you don't mind if I make myself more comfortable. I sense it's going to be hot in here."

"Not at all," Lucas replied.

Eric had a different set of womanish underwear than when Brayden was at his domicile. Every piece of the attire was black: thigh-high stockings, garter belt and straps above the feline panties, and a bra with a cat-shaped opening on his chest. "That's more like it."

"As much as we would like to commence the precursory proceedings, we're sort of tied up at the moment."

"Not a problem. Where do you want the presents?"

Lucas gesticulated at the stairs. "Put them in the closet in my room. Afterward, you look like you need some exercise to limber up."

"Perhaps I do."

Once the biddable Lucario returned, Lucas, Brayden, and Brittany sat beneath him while he stood, going for his dick, gonads, and taint respectively. His twin brother held his penis in place, perceiving the fingers squeezing and twisting his knot and the tongue licking it. Lucas had the propensity to stimulate him that way from way back when they were Riolus. Though his nephew could only suckle one of his balls at a time, Brayden's alacrity made up for it, and he heard Brittany's audible slurps on his hindquarters. The propinquity's tightness made it laborious for the conjoined trio to swap Eric's nether bits, so the members knelt and surrounded his penis.

Brayden was next to suck his uncle's phallus. He had months of practice at fellating his father and him, mainly the former, but he hadn't fully mastered Lucas's schlong. However, Eric's tool was more feasible, and he proceeded to circumscribe it with his maw while his parents each feasted on the amenable Lucario's nuts. He slowly and steadily went to his recently-extended limit, just before Eric's bulbous knot, which caused the tip to just barely enter his throat. Working up the stamina, he tried to beat his personal record, taking. The attempt was fugacious as he quickly sensed his gag reflex start to trigger, retreating to his territory. There, he remained for a couple of minutes before Brittany signaled she wanted to trade places, and he perceived his father disconnect from him.

As Brittany went to tend to Eric's boner, she grunted from her son's knot popping out of her. Enthralled by Eric's musky redolence while sucking him, she decided she wanted the docile Lucario's odoriferous genitals-- all of them. Unhinging her jaw, she began to accumulate more than what most people could dream of, and she observed her husband and offspring licking anus and prick respectively.

Eric groaned as Brittany took his shaft in her maw straight to the hilt. His nephew could deep-throat adequately enough to satisfy him, although she was an adroit at it. Her pharynx was as constricted as her pussy he seldom pierced. Sensing a bizarre sensation, his eyes widened from her taking his testicles into her muzzle in addition to his endowment. His blue scrotum received saliva along with his phallus from one source, making the pulsations from his cock electrify him over the precipice. Hot globs of seed shot down her throat before she had a chance to taste it. While she agglomerated the cum into solid mouthfuls in her jaw, she gave the dominant Lucario and male Braixen an unobstructed view of him ejaculating into her mouth. She cumulated the sticky leftover on his pecker to the lingering pool on her tongue for the final swallow once he spent himself.

"Shall we give Brayden his first presents?" Lucas inquired.

"Yes," Brittany answered, looking at her son. "Come with us to our room along with your uncle."

"Alright, mom," Brayden responded.

Brayden entered his parents' master bedroom, and he was stupefied at the dimensions that could be a premium room in an apartment building. Sitting on the huge bed, he observed them and Eric walk into the massive walk-in closet, returning with gift bags in their hands.

"Which gift do you want to open first?" Brittany asked.

"Yours, mom," Brayden replied. Opening the bag, he pulled out a gaggle of five panties with correlative bras, grinning at the set. "Thanks, mom!"

The motherly Braixen beamed at the positive reception. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now, you won't have to borrow my underwear or your uncle's when you want to be in tune to your feminine side. You can go the modest route or very scanty, depending on how salacious you want to appear."

"You must've gotten them at Hedonist's Delight," Brayden replied as he inspected the white panty in his hands.

"Not exactly from there. Lucretia, the Luxray that you most likely encountered today when you did the errands, does custom orders if you order way in advance. Your father gave her your measurements, including the package between your legs, weeks ago, and he ensured your sex was accounted for."

"Can I try them on, now?" Brayden inquired ardently.

"I was about to ask the same question. I'm curious as to how Lucretia did."

Fervidly, the male Braixen tried on the unmasculine undergarments in order from sufficient covering to exiguous even though they were skimpier than the mainstream brands, parading around in them in front of his family. The first underwear was plain cyan with a white bow on the front and petals on the waistband. It covered just enough of his derriere for it to be barely considered cheeky, so he could already tell where he would end up at the finale. The knickers fit perfectly on him even better than Lucretia's boon, a little snug, which he preferred, and the space contained his boner and testes comfortably. His mother and Uncle Eric's panties tended to be either too tight or an iota looser than his liking, so he was blithe having feminine underpants tailor-made to him by a professional, and the cotton was soft, making him believe he was naked. He stood in front of his parents and uncle after putting on the matching bra, posing in various forms for a couple of minutes.

The following girly underpants was evocative of Eric's effeminate dyad Brayden saw while heading to work. The only differences were the thin string for the waistband, an equally diminutive strand for the bra, and there was a pattern of snowflakes instead of flowers. He expected it to be skimpier than the previous pair, which it was by an infinitesimal margin. Again, the undergarments fit him like a glove, and he gave Brittany a lap dance to show off his new unmanly attire.

The third set took a turn toward the erotic side with the introduction of black lace. It was an olio of it, the cheetah pattern on the solid fabric, and multifarious, miniature ponytails hanging on the bottom edges. The material was satin rather than cotton, adding a touch of luxuriousness to the touch, which amplified the perfect fit, and Brayden grinded his buttocks on Lucas afterward.

The fourth pair was where Brayden noticed the skimpy coverage, very recollective of the bikini he wore for the women albeit it covered his erection and testicles better than the swimsuit. He couldn't believe how soft the silk that composed the solid, white fabric was on his body. He underestimated the quality of the luxurious material that was in the realm of possibility for less opulent families, and the bra was strapless. It was also Eric's turn for his intimate performance.

The fifth girly underpants was equally exiguous for an entirely different reason when Brayden tried it on. The red, silky, lacy underwear was more of a thong than the previous undergarment, but it was crotchless. All in all, he was thrilled about the five panties and the bras that all gave him the brummagem appearance of having breasts, and his father was enthralled by the fifth set.

"I like this one the most," the prominent Lucario felicitated with a whistle.

"You think so?" The masculine Braixen inquired while looking at himself in the mirror. He had to agree with his sire; the girly pair on him was his favorite, thinking about utilizing it the most to spice up the night or enhance the special day further.

"Mmm-hmm. It suits you perfectly, and the panties accentuate your penis quite well."

"Thanks, dad."

"I concur with him," Eric lauded. Brittany also agreed with a nod.

"I appreciate it, you two."

Fueled by the eulogies, Brayden remained in the bra and panties he wore, sitting in the only empty chair in the master bedroom. He was euphoric at Lucas's gift, which was the latest gaming console on the market for five months, complete with several video games. As he opened Eric's first present, he realized, and excited, he had two additional sets of feminine undergarments: a one-to-one replica of his uncle's cat lingerie and a frilly, sky-blue pair.

"Thanks, Uncle Eric. I greatly appreciate it."

"I'm glad you like it," the docile Lucario responded. "Had I known about your mother's plans, I would've gone a different route."

"The more the merrier." Brayden's eyes widened as he beheld Eric's second gift, a card attached to necklace. "No way!"

Eric beamed at the reaction. "You betcha. A lifetime VIP pass to Sinner's Paradise. It's also valid for one additional individual that decides to tag along with you whenever you decide to visit."

"How did you get it? The place doesn't hand them to anybody frivolously."

"When you are one of the best employees, you can ask for major favors although you should keep the pass secure from now on."

"I will." Glancing at the closet, Brayden caught a glimpse of another present inside. "What's that over there?"

"We'll worry about that later," Brittany answered. "Your uncle wants to emend an infraction from earlier."

Only one thought came to Brayden's mind about what affront Eric wanted to rectify. "Oh really?" His penis throbbed at what was about to come expeditiously.

The menial Lucario nodded, licking his lips. "Just stay at that chair and let me take care of you."

Brayden remained where he was as Eric sat on his lap, facing him. His crotchless panties meant his penis was subjugated to Eric's touches as Eric grinded their phalluses. While their tongues danced inside each other's mouth, he tasted the imperceptible vestiges of chlorinated water and his own essence in Eric's muzzle. The frottage and kisses were only aperitive actions to stimulate him for the main course.

Turning away from his nephew, Eric planted Brayden's dong in between his glutes, ensuring his feline panties was out of the way. His fundament massaged the shaft, smooshing the nether cheeks on it. The length anointed the precum on his anus as he slid his butt vertically while swaying his hips left and right, palpitating from the warmth emanating from it and the fluid on his bare flesh. He perceived Brayden writhe from the pleasure, hearing him grunt.

As Eric descended, he aimed his pucker directly on the masculine Braixen's schlong, moaning from the comfortable tingle in his rectum. Despite wanting to correct the wrong he did at his hearth, he took his time rather than doing it hastily. He behaved like Brayden's parents, fluctuating his speed to Brayden's signals, and his asshole flexed on the ginormous endowment. The pre lubricated his rectal region, smoothing out the friction to augment his rate and the pressure on his prostate, and the sharp, abrupt twitches from Brayden's hips made his cock pulsate.

Brayden savored having his prick enter the light-blue Lucario's tight posterior passage without him needing to much on his part, save for the few desultory bucks. Honoring the tacit codex among males, he reached out and stroked his relative's precum-covered length, fondling Eric's balls also. He wasn't certain Eric was receiving prostate stimulation.

"You don't have to do that, Brayden," Eric panted as he plunged his pucker on the rod.

"Really?" Brayden replied, gritting his teeth from the stimulation.

"I'm at the right angle for your penis to massage my prostate, so you can fully relax. I'm actually close because of it.

"I'm getting close, too."

"I can tell."

Having nothing to do other than watch Brayden fornicate with Eric, Lucas and Brittany positioned themselves in front of Eric, kneeling on the right and left side of Eric's dick respectively. Lucas held his twin brother's penis, doing nothing more to it other than aim at him while tongue-wrestling his wife. They heard their scion yell, followed by Eric. The docile Lucario inundated them with sperm, and they swapped the sticky, salty fluid between them with their tongues, aggrandizing the volume. Most of the semen landed on their physiognomies, trickling down their necks and chests.

Brayden and Eric stood over the supreme Lucario and the womanly Braixen as they lay procumbent and still wrestle their tongues. Carefully positioning his uncle's ass, he pulled out of him, unleashing the salty billow that had great volume despite cumming earlier. The cascade gave them a flavor that was a salmagundi of briny and Eric's gamey entrails, which they found the mixture delectable, and everybody heard the doorbell ring seconds later.

"Your friends must be here," Lucas uttered, looking at the digital clock. "Go and enjoy the party with them. Your mother, my brother, and I will keep each other company in the meantime, and we promise not to create much disturbance."

"Ok, dad."

Ditching his bra and panties, Brayden went downstairs to greet his companions stark naked while his family remained on top of the staircase and observed him turning the doorknob. Nina, Zoey, Aria, Charley, Abigail, Garnet, and the Lycanroc sisters were on the porch with their various items when he opened the door, noting his nudity with interest, and the Charizard's body temperature intensified. He waved at the couple of cars that dropped them off at the end of the driveway, blushing that Garnet's and Zoey's parents had an unimpeded view at his genitalia.

"Happy birthday, Brayden," Garnet spoke for the group as she handed him a fat envelope after Brayden closed the door.

"Thanks," Brayden replied to the party. Curious, he opened the corpulent package, enlarging his eyes. "Oh my god!" He had three first-class tickets to the Baha region, complete with a reservation at one of the most expensive and luxurious hotels in the world, showing them to his parents. "How'd you obtain them?"

"I may have omitted some information when I explained to you about the car wash," Nina explained. "The competition between cheerleaders and the tickets for Mystic Mania were true, but it was a fundraiser mainly for you. The gift was dependent on how much we exceeded the other competitors, and the 1000 Pokébucks was the base budget because of how much of our own money we were willing to pool together. Since we definitely went above and beyond, this was the gift we came up with. Of course, your parents were involved also." She snuck a wink at Brittany and Lucas.

Brayden couldn't believe at the tickets he had in his hands. He fantasized about vacationing at the Baha Islands. His parents were rich enough to visit there often, but, despite having multifarious streams of solid income, they were frugal in their spending. It was infrequent when they delve into the sybaritic lifestyle, such as the house they currently lived in, the video game console, or the libertine items.

Charley handed Brayden his gift, which was a component he found in the junkyard. It was a crucial piece to the truck Brayden and Lucas operated on since Father's Day and Lucas's birthday.

"Thanks, Charley," Brayden uttered.

"You're welcome," the Charizard replied.

After handing his gifts to his parents for safe keeping, Brayden escorted his friends to his bedroom, and they freaked out when he showed them the latest console, Fireball. According to the news surrounding it, the latest gadgets and technological advancements that went into it granted it the capability of standing up to personal computers, gasconading of running 120 FPS at 4k on the most demanding games like Exigency 5. Since he had the game as a gift, he put the bold claim to the test, discovering the boastful rhetoric during press releases weren't empty, vainglorious bombast. He concluded the frames-per-second was slightly higher on average, clocking in at 124 FPS.

As he went against his best friend in a different video game, Call to Arms, being braggadocios in jest, the women shed every article of habiliments off to Brayden's and Charley's stupefactions. Only the Charizard wasn't in the nude. His libido went wild at the exposed breasts and vaginas regardless of beholding them earlier, and Charley swore the temperature in the chamber increased.

"What are you doing?" Charley stammered, pausing the game.

"Getting ready to assist you and Brayden," Nina answered. "I don't about the others, but it always turns me on when I watch two masculine Pokémon I admire compete against each other."

"Your parents are ok with it?" Brayden asked.

"They know what's in store for tonight and are fine with it," Millie answered. "Your parents orchestrated the whole thing with them." She went over to Charley, slowly caressing his chest underneath his white shirt, while Nina went towards Brayden. Her voice had a more seductive tone. "You seem so tense, Charley. I could ease it if you allow me."

"Same here, Brayden," Nina erotically uttered. "You must be pent up from helping us with the car wash."

"Sure," the virile Braixen replied.

Charley couldn't speak because he was excited and timorous, his heart racing at a million beats per second. The young hormones were out of control, exacerbated by witnessing seven pulchritudinous women being naked simultaneously. He gulped as he stared at Millie's blue eyes, going to her bosoms and her pussy. An affirmative nod was what he could communicate with.

"Let's remove your clothes," the Midday Lycanroc spoke. "They must be getting uncomfortable to wear them." The shirt, pants, and boxer-briefs quickly came off, and Charley and Brayden resumed their competition.

The men found it operose to concentrate on the video game while Nina and Millie slid down on their penises. The Ninetales and Midday Lycanroc were obstinate in giving them a hard time by plummeting hard and fast. All the stimulation by the glistening vaginas and the feminine physiques obstructing most of their vision at the television impeded the game's progress. Their avatars collided into walls from the awkward movements, and the crosshairs and aim were way off whenever they pushed the fire button on their controllers.

Brayden could tell Nina was fresh at intercourse by her vagina's tautness but not in mint condition. Her deliberate descents on his shaft and squeezes on his testes were indicators she did inquests beforehand. So, she and Terrance did it at least once before the messy breakup. Never would've thought of it, and, oh god, she's hitting the buttons in all the right ways.

Charley barely kept himself unflappable as Millie lubricated his prick with her pussy's fluids. Her moist tunnel was unlike anything he had experienced in sex, blowing any conceived notions of consociating the female anatomy with his dick out of the water. The warmth, tightness, and vaginal secretions were ineffable, and her twat's contractions sent him to the moon. He was glad that all of his copulations involved being on the bottom, desiring to prostrate and enjoy the ride. Glancing at the other people in his friend's chamber, he realized he was living out the fantasy of having sex while focusing on other activities and with numerous people being pococurante about it simultaneously. Millie yipped vivaciously, savoring the frequent, ephemeral spasms coming from the Charizard as she and Nina exploit their studies together.

Both Brayden and Charley had to pause as they pumped Millie and Nina full of cum, the fertile substance peeking out of their slits, more so out of the Ninetales than the Midday Lycanroc. He still had excess energy from the profuse cock-blocks throughout most of the day, so the orgasm remained potent and lasted longer than Charley's climax. It was easier to focus on Call to Arms once the tension in his muscles etiolated. The competition was more exciting to observe while he remained conjoined to Nina, occasionally ejaculating into her uterus at a languorous rate. Charley had an advantage as his cock freely disembarrassed from Millie's cunt, giving him victory over his friend.

The next game was one where Brayden, Charley, and the women could participate together. It was a racing game called Turbocharged Mayhem, and the brand new console allowed controllers from two previous generations to connect in addition to the fresh set. He wasn't fond of racing in a virtual environment, but he gave it a chance because of Aria's and Zoey's indefatigable persistence, and it was one of two that came free in the Fireball's box. The only part he enjoyed was beholding all the high-performance, sporty, exotic cars on the screen, recognizing every single one's real-life counterparts. Some were even in his family's garage at one point for Lucas's handiwork. He was glad his personal television was wide enough to house the split screens while maintaining adequate space and crystal clear clarity.

It was apparent the Arcanine and Zoroark were doyennes in the video game and hyper-competitive to the point of being cutthroat, exploiting every minute trick to dominate their companions. Naturally, the macho Braixen came in last place frequently along with the Charizard while they came in the top two recurrently. He and Charley gradually grew perfunctory from each result while they, Garnet, the Lycanroc sisters, Nina, and Abigail were fervid about the competition.

"I'm calling it quits," Brayden uttered.

"Ditto," Charley added.

"Interested in spicing the contest up?" Nina inquired. "You and Charley could hinder two of us while the race is ongoing by shoving your dicks inside the targets' snatches."

"And how are you going to ensure Zoey and me aren't directly targeted because we're whooping your asses," Aria asked in a combative tone.

"I concur," Zoey added in an equally bellicose tone.

"I have an idea," Abigail responded. The Absol rummaged through her backpack, pulling out a hefty bag of dice suitable for tabletop RPGs. She took longer to sort the contents and retrieve a d8. "I roll this, and whatever two numbers show up will result in the owners having either Brayden's or Charley's penis in their vaginas."

"You carry too much of those damn dice, Abby," Zoey retorted.

"You can never have too much. It's satisfying rolling a whole bunch of them for damage, or you may need to put a few of them in time-out for misbehaving, possibly sending them to Hell to intimidate the other miscreants."

"At least the randomness will decide our fates," Dawn spoke.

"Unless the die's weighted," Aria pointed out.

"I'll roll each d8 several times in the open until we all agree on one," Abigail parleyed.

Garnet reached out and placed a piece of the Fireball's box in the center. "At least roll it in this cavity here so it doesn't go anywhere."

"I'm down for it," Ruby enunciated. Everybody else agreed sequentially.

The Absol tried a few d8s until locating one everyone was satisfied with. Aria and Zoey accepted their kismets despite the proclivity to cry foul when it rolled their numbers: a three and a seven. The Arcanine selected Brayden, leaving the Zoroark with Charley, and the video game continued once they sat on the males' penises.

Aria's vagina was extremely snug on Brayden's endowment, except it wasn't because she was a virgin or sporadically had coition. Her muscular frame and propensity to exercise in diverse methods made her inguinal region well-toned. It took an astronomical effort to make the tunnel commodious to his phallus, and the muscles added more sinew to every contraction, amplifying the pleasure. He grunted as he penetrated her in a steadier rhythm than the Charizard's flow.

Charley was internally frantic when it dawned on him Zoey wasn't the one behind the steering wheel. His thrusts were erratic, a mixture of his improvisations and her muscular, warm tunnel. He looked at her physiognomy, confused as to why she didn't show any indicators about taking his dick in her pussy. She had an expression of deep engrossment at the competition, her tongue sticking out. Believing he wasn't effectuating her desires and wanting to prove to everyone he was absolutely straight, he accelerated, formulating other ways to satisfy her needs.

Brayden noticed his impulsions weren't hampering Aria's focus and domination at the video game. Observing Charley's vagarious insertions, he took them as afflatuses and amplified his force. He was glad that one of the two tallest, brawniest Pokémon in his room took the somewhat submissive role in this round of coitus, suspecting Aria and Zoey could pulverize his pelvis if they were in their usual dominant disposition. The only anatomy that remained quaggy was her breasts, discovering it when he fondled and suckled them, although he surmised she would firm them up if she found a method.

It took significant willpower deep inside her for Aria to not lose concentration in beating the other contenders in the race, including her lifelong Zoroark rival. The masculine Braixen's penis filled her cunt more than expected despite learning from his mother and father, and his knot wasn't inside her yet. His endurance and power were something to marvel at. A thrust almost caused her to drive off the track into the desert landscape.

Zoey had mixed feelings about Charley perforating her vagina, although it was primarily because of her nature to be on the top. His sinewy frame gave him sufficient strength behind his propulsions, and his prick was more girthy than the vast majority of males naive enough to fornicate with her. On the other hand, the fluctuant rhythm left her dissatisfied, but the complaint was a minor cavil. She believed he could withstand her exertions should he be naive enough to let her be the dominant individual.

A caress on Aria's clitoris finally created the desired result for Brayden. The Arcanine released a beatific moan, and her virtual car crashed into a boulder. He concluded that playing with her breasts, sucking them, and rubbing her sensitive pearl concurrently while penetrating her vagina was the only way to hinder Aria's skill after omitting the pillowy bosoms as an experiment. Observing Charley's struggles, he tapped on the Charizard's shoulders, demonstrating the pointer to him. Charley noticed the hint and replicated it on Zoey, achieving identical results. The brawny, dominant females enervated their superiority over the other ladies from the ecstasy coursing in their blood, making rookie blunders and falling behind the pack. It was now competitive between the players. However, Zoey emerged triumphant, with Aria in second place. Everyone discovered their previous points resulted in them winning before Brayden and Charley actually hindered them.

Horny and still erect, Brayden and Charley nonchalantly cycled through the women while playing video games, even trading the feminine partners. Charley surmised the notion of everybody being too enraptured by the fun to notice him behaving amateurish with copulation as a reason he didn't chicken out sooner. Indeed, the new console had a strong allure to it, along with the latest accessories for it; even Zoey singing demonically to a death metal song, In My Veins, was magnetic.

Eventually, Brayden made it to Garnet right around, where he inserted a disc called DreamEscape, a video game gasconading as the most lurid horror game out there. Some highly revered critics claimed the macabre experience was legit rather than boastful. Its direful environment and disquieting tension slowed his thrusts into her vagina to where a minute would sometimes go by before he pulled out and shoved his cock back inside. The eerie sounds gave everybody but Charley horripilation.

"Be on alert, Brayden," Abigail warned timidly. She was with Ruby and Dawn, and they had both Braixen and Charizard semen extravasating out of their twats. "This is where people claim they stopped playing for awhile, perhaps for good."

Even the Absol's warning was no match against the jump-scare three minutes later. The ghastly aberration ambushed and snatched Brayden's avatar. Its small circle in the center of its featureless visage grew outward, consuming the virtual character, and the game was over. Brayden instinctually tensed up at the sudden fright as he yelled with everybody except for Ruby and Charley, inadvertently conjoining himself to Garnet.

"Ouch!" The Gardevoir shouted from the intense pain. It wasn't what she preferred for her first time accepting the canine knot.

"Sorry," Brayden responded. His penis wasn't eructing sperm as profusely as standard because of the premature tie, and the fertile fluid effortlessly flowed out.

Since the linkage was embryonic, Brayden disjointed himself from Garnet's pussy sooner than typically. His mother alerting him about supper couldn't have come at a better opportunity as he decided he had enough of DreamEscape for a day or two or longer. He, Charley, and the ladies went down the stairs to the kitchen, unbothered by them parading their genitalia around the house. Sure enough, his parents were naked, and Eric was only in feline panties.

Dinner was exquisite for Brayden as the table was fulsome of his favorite comestibles: spicy, super-sticky chicken pop, teriyaki salmon, pizza balls, and stuffed meatballs. He, Charley, Aria, and Dawn were unfazed by the fiery spice, while Nina, Eric, and Abigail hastily gulped their beverages and avoided the chicken pops from now on. The rest behaved usually as one would while ingurgitating hot viands. The balls of dough and meat were easily the most preferred as none remained after everybody scavenged the mostly-fatty cornucopia, followed by the fish's disappearance. Only Brayden and Dawn devoured the most chicken as they eliminated it in tandem. Zoey, Charley, and Lucas were occupied picking the flecks of food between their teeth after finishing their meals, and Aria and Brittany eructed the loudest. Afterward, everybody had a slice of sitrus meringue pie once the male Braixen blew out the candles.

"Now that everyone's stomaches are full, let's move to the next event," Brittany uttered, nodding to her husband.

Lucas went to his bedroom and returned to the living room where everyone else was at. In his hands was a card game called Fuck Thy Neighbor, and it was a party game sweeping across the households. He placed it on a small table in the center, where everyone noticed the cover that was inappropriate for children regardless of the pixelated censorship. The Lycanroc trio snickered to themselves from recognizing it, and Eric was naked.

"I'm sure you're all aware of what this game is and what it entails," Lucas spoke, looking at every individual not a part of his immediate family. "If there are lines you know you can't cross or prefer not to witness, such as homosexual sex or incest, then this is the time to back out. Obviously, none of us would prevent you from leaving in the middle of it when it becomes unbearable to you, but I'm giving you the opportunity now so you won't have to suffer from the get-go." Nobody took the offer, not even Eric, even though the probability was stacked against him. "Very well." Lucas turned to his son. "You may pull the first card."

Brayden pulled out the first card, inaugurating the party game. "Touch your partner's genitals for a minute." According to the rules, his partner would always be to his left, meaning Abigail would be his companion until he or she forfeited.

"Huh? I thought I organized the cards from last time." Lucas uttered.

"We must've been too inebriated from the party," his Braixen wife replied.

"Sounded like it was a blast," Zoey responded.

"Oh it was," the light-blue Lucario parleyed.

"I don't mind if that was your concern," Abigail spoke.

"Are you sure?" Lucas inquired. "The game is playable with entirely random drawings to gradual increases. Normally, I prefer an iota of the latter to break abecedarian players in before leaving it up to chance."

"I say go all in or leave the table." Everybody else concurred with the Absol.

Abigail parted her legs, exposing her pink nether lips among the white fur to Brayden. His hand landed on her vulva, sensing it being sticky from perennial semen, and they blushed while the appendage remained there despite fornicating earlier. Compared to other possibilities, the card was a jump, but it was a decent starting point rather than a drastic leap into the deep end. He participated with his parents and uncle once before, so he was cognizant of most of the ukases in the cards, and he savored the warmth coming from her vagina for the entire duration.

"My turn," Abigail enunciated, drawing her card. "Caress your partner's chest for three minutes." It meant she would rub Brittany's breasts.

The Absol commenced fondling Brittany's bosoms, softly squeezing them. She was getting wetter the longer she treated her, desiring to latch her mouth to them, uncertain if the edicts permitted it. They were perfect in size, rigidity, and the barely cuspate shape, being envious as she compared her rack to them, and Brittany appeared jubilant with her eyes closed. Her teats were asymmetrical, and her left mammilla wasn't as large as she wanted it to be--not huge like the Arcanine's, Zoroark's, and Dusk Lycanroc's tits. The minutes quickly vaporized--oh, how she wanted to cop a feel for a much longer period.

"Let's see here," Brittany uttered, darting her eyes between the card and Eric. He was deliberately in between her and her spouse to ensure he lasted long enough to enjoy the game. "Titfuck or give your partner a lap dance for five minutes."

The womanly Braixen opted for the latter, and she faced the biddable Lucario while sitting on his lap. Her hips gyrated, her pussy coaxing his penis to expose itself while hanging on to his shoulders. Bare, red flesh met the pink, moist curtains, and he found it difficult to focus on her face from the delightful stimulation. She slid horizontally and vertically, smearing her nectar all over his length. Approximately at the halfway point, Brittany swapped her vagina with her posterior, and her magic began to shine. Eric couldn't stymie his urge to moan no longer, not from her pressing her butt cheeks on his unit and the pre coated the erection, the most erect cock out of himself, his brother, his nephew, and Charley. Her adroitness certainly lent itself to the primary reason she was the only exception to his queer lifestyle right now, and time ran out to his chagrin.

"Alright, brother, let's see what act the game wants us to do," Eric said, licking his lips.

"I can't wait, brother," Lucas retorted with a grin.

Eric's eyes lit up with excitement. "Hell yes. Ejaculate inside your neighbor's anus."

"That was fast for a heavy hitter to show up. What position do you want me in?"

Eric rubbed his chin, his dick engorged fully. "Hmm, never really had much of a chance at being the top." He thought about his plan for a few seconds. "Let's go with you laying on your face with that hot ass of yours raised up."

Lucas got into position, swiveling his head towards Eric while oscillating his posterior from side to side. "Ready for your dick."

Eric went behind his sibling, his hands gripping the supreme Lucario's buttocks. It was a rare treat for Lucas to be submissive to him. Did he want to brutalize Lucas's pucker because Lucas could handle it, or did he want to go the slow route so he could savor the moment longer? The decision was a toilsome one for his lust, requiring a coin to decide the fate, which was the latter. Knowing the novelty of the situation, he retrieved some saponaceous ointment, applying it to his penis first.

Lucas shivered at the gelid cream on his asshole. He hoped Eric wouldn't give him a taste of his own medicine, although his pain tolerance was high. Having somebody penetrate his taint was infrequent, let alone being the bottom during wild coition. Plus, it opened up the opportunity of savoring Eric's fingers stretching his sphincter-- all three of them.

The lubricated passage on his tool was paradisiacal to the docile Lucario as he slowly inserted it inside his dominant brother's tail-hole, aware of just how afflictive it could be if done improperly. Soon, he was up to his knot, and he found a pace suitable for both of them. He amazed him at how skillful he was at being the giver despite his predisposition to taking a phallus up the ass. A period of exposing most of his glistening schlong transitioned to sheathing it within him abruptly in a blissful cycle.

Eric reached around and latched onto his brother's manly sack, an alteration to the card's ukase, but nobody objected. Rolling the virile, orbicular dyad on his fingers, he marveled at Lucas's fertility. It was a shame Eric couldn't receive the upcoming payload no matter if he honored the code or not. He took enough of his sweet time that the magnetism of two Lucario brothers having coition with each other didn't bewitch a few people any longer, causing them to grow impatient. He found it to be worth the effort in his world as he injected his salty cream into Lucas. Lucas had a voluminous load after taking it in the can and receiving a reach-around for several minutes, and he unloaded it onto Eric's hands in front of the entire audience. Although it wasn't part of the challenge, Eric decided he needed to hydrate himself, consuming the sticky batter.

"Hand me a card, please," Lucas spoke while preoccupied with Eric. The Midday Lycanroc was the one to hand it to him. "Oh, thank god." He was relieved he had a doable challenge with his brother tied to his asshole. "Perform oral until your partner orgasms."

Nina had to adjust herself to accommodate Lucas's predicament. Her reward was the best cunnilingus in her entire life. Her ex-boyfriend wasn't superb at pleasuring her, always preferring to skip the foreplay whenever possible, one reason in a list of many that resulted in the breakup. Having an adroit, passionate partner, such as Lucas, lick her cunt that she had a pseudo-climax of sorts, unintentionally squirting some arousal on the dominant Lucario.

So receptive, Lucas thought as he made magic on the Ninetales's vagina. She was redolent of Brittany back when he dated the female Braixen, and her labia exhibited signs of being very fresh. Every slurp wasn't enough to reduce the nectar, and she didn't make an effort at hiding her vocals. The positive response impelled him to ensure she wouldn't forget this round for the rest of her life, focusing on her pearl. Droplets of ambrosia fell from his chin as Lucas brought Nina closer to her emotional zenith. Making her not climax too soon to make the experience more memorable was challenging due to being an abecedarian on her signals.

"Oh my fucking goooooood!" Nina vociferated.

The crescendo arrived too quickly, in Lucas's opinion. There was more he had yet to show Nina about cunnilingus, and he hadn't fully savored her unique juices and folds. The saccharine stream was the last chance he had to relish the taste, and he was glad she was too dazed to pick her card as he shifted his eyes upward.

Once she regained her strength, Nina drew the card containing the fate between her and Dawn. "Shoulder massage for three minutes." She sighed with relief, sighing again after Dawn pulled from the deck minutes later.

"You and your partner must scissor each other, commit frottage, or have the penis grind on the vagina without piercing it, and we must do it for three minutes." The Dusk Lycanroc turned to the Midnight version that was her sister.

"Let's get the show on the road," Ruby uttered.

The two Lycanrocs wrapped each other with their legs in the most comfortable position possible. Dawn hissed immediately from her nether lips touching Ruby's petals. Being the most dominant out of her siblings, Ruby initiated the round, and she possessed the most muscle out of them, too, despite what the public believed at first glance. The fierce pressure on her clitoris emitted potent sparks inside Dawn, eliciting yips from her.

Ruby wanted to make the round quite the spectacle for the crowd and for her two sisters. The Midnight Lycanroc secretly had a kink for incest, and she hoped her effort would convince Millie and Dawn to indulge in the taboo act with her frequently. Her right leg could effortlessly caress Dawn's tits, so she did just that.

"Oh. Oh wow, Ruby. This feels great; don't stop," Dawn uttered, doing her best to move her hips in tandem with her.

"Hold on tight, sister; this ride's not stopping," Ruby responded, adding more strength to the tribadism.

"And time," Garnet uttered as time reached zero.

And just when I was getting started, Ruby thought with a grimace.

Ruby, Zoey, Charley, Garnet, and Millie had their turns sequentially, performing mild acts, like massages or handjobs, to cumming inside a vagina and rimming. Then, it was Aria's turn after pressing her breasts against the Midday Lycanroc's mammillae. Brayden wondered what he would have to do with the Arcanine.

"Wear your partner's underwear for the entire game until either you or your neighbor leave," Aria spoke.

"Let me go to my room first," the macho Braixen spoke, scampering to his chamber. He knew Aria had a predilection for skimpy underwear, so his regular undergarments wouldn't do. Of course, his panties and bras were not an option either. That left only one option as exiguous as Aria's underwear and tailored for males.

Brayden returned to the group and threw his underwear at Aria. Surprisingly, her light blue bra and panties with a floral design were more modest than he thought once he put them on, although they weren't by much. His selection for her was his red jockstrap for playing soccer. We're going to be wearing these for a while, he thought, noting she was equally as placid as his nonchalance about crossdressing. Although he grew more imperturbable about wearing the opposite sex's habiliments, he still had a habit of blushing.

The female Braixen's eyes lit up when it was her turn. "Be the filling of a sandwich between the person directly to my left and right for six minutes." It meant it would be bisexual in nature with the male, biddable Lucario and the feminine Absol, although it would be interesting how Brittany would incorporate Abigail. Everybody but Lucas assumed that Eric would enter one of her entrances.

So, it was a surprise when Brittany returned from her bedroom with two strap-ons agleam from an oily substance instead of one, handing one to Abigail. It took her no time to fasten the sex toy to her womanhood, but Abigail bungled with hers. She demonstrated what to do and assisted her with her plight until both females wore dildos on their sexes that appeared like jockstraps on their fundaments.

Brittany had Eric wrap his legs around her waist as she guided her faux phallus to his asshole. Both the Arcanine and Zoroark were aroused the most as they beheld their first pegging live in person, observing her steadily stretch his sphincter with the strap-on, and he began howling ecstatically. She turned towards Abigail once she hilted him, exposing her anus in front of her. "Have at it."

Never in her entire life had Abigail thought she would perform masculine motions on anyone during coitus, but here she was. Her knowledge of anal sex caused her to enter Brittany's pucker at a Torkoal's pace. At least Brittany was patient with her, conjecturing this was her virgin experience. Time commenced counting down once Brittany and Abigail fully sheathed their strap-ons. They found a pace comfortable for her and Eric under her guidance.

The Absol couldn't fathom how an artificial penis gave her so much pleasure as she penetrated Brayden's mother. Every thrust, pull, and Brittany's anal contractions on it caused vibrations that stimulated her vagina and clitoris. She wondered if this was what males felt on their penises whenever they copulated, and she didn't hold back on her moans.

Brittany could tell the latest advancement in strap-on technology had a positive effect on Abigail. "Enjoying yourself back there?"

"How the hell does this feel so great?" Abigail responded, huffing. "I swear it's like I have an actual cock instead of a pussy."

"Because there are sensors in there that tells the dildo when to vibrate and by how much. This is the closest a female could get in experiencing at being a male without growing an actual penis so far."

"Well, consider me a fan." The other females were envious of Abigail's spot.

In Brittany's case, it was a double-whammy as she took a fake dick in her rectum while Eric's anus stimulated her twat. How dare the card dictate I only have six minutes of this slice of heaven. Hearing Abigail achieve an orgasm, she sensed hers was within the realm of possibility, and Eric's climax was close also from pegging his prostate. He was probably the nearest, so she would do all she could to get him there.

Eric felt his sister-in-law's mouth on his prick while pounding his rear entrance. He was euphoric from the only female in his life that made him divagate from his divergent, sexual lifestyle stimulated his G-spot while giving him fellatio. The sensation was too puissant for him to open his eyes in stupefaction at her taking more of his shaft into her mouth, figuring she would settle for the tip. Nope--she wanted every inch of the exposed male organ. Now, he had her tight throat joining in the blissful onslaught.

The womanly Braixen could've progressed further, but the salty deluge stopped her in her tracks. The tight constriction on her strap-on as Eric orgasmed caused her to plummet into her abyss of paradise, which created a domino effect, and Abigail reached her second joyful zenith. Time was expired for a while when they returned to normal, and Eric grimaced that he had to give his brother a long, Farosian kiss. There was no way an osculation could compete with getting pegged by Brittany while she deep-throated him.

As the game progressed, the tasks escalated to more threesomes and even foursomes, and the players began peeling from the group consecutively as the challenges became unbearable. It got to the point where it was only Brayden, his mother, and Charley, and there were plenty of cards remaining in the deck. To his dismay, luck was not on Charley's side as he finally had to do a homosexual act with his best friend in front of the crowd, and the task was a doozy for him.

"Applicable only if your partner is a male--disregard and select a different card if otherwise." The Charizard looked nervously at the masculine Braixen as Brayden stripped Aria's bra and panties off. "I guess this is applicable. Have your partner penetrate you from the front or engage in docking."

Brayden observed nervous sweat exude through Charley's pores, deducing the task discomfited Charley. He wanted to subtly educe Charley's more gay side within him and make him comfortable with it, but he knew when to back off when Charley got too uncomfortable with a situation, and this was one of them. He realized that even donning one of his own effeminate pairs of undergarments wouldn't be sufficient to propitiate Charley's disquietude.

"I'm tapping out," Brayden articulated, mouthing, "you're welcome," when Charley voicelessly uttered his gratitude.

The remnants of the group were now Brittany and Charley. The duo went back and forth for quite some time, thanks to Brayden allowing him to continue fucking a female, and the cards were mainly in the mild category. A few of them had hardcore activities, and she proved multiple times to him she was a master at sex. In the end, he emerged triumphant as she bailed from the game. The contest was one of the faster versions she had, with approximately half of the deck remaining, her fate dictating she would face her kryptonite sooner than she preferred.

It was opportune for the early conclusion because it was getting late, and everyone exhibited signs of lassitude. Brayden showed his feminine friends their rooms while his parents and uncle went into theirs. Everybody didn't bother collecting their clothes from the jumbled pile. Despite his offer, Charley elected to sleep with him instead in one of the available rooms, continuing the tradition started from when they were children.

Brayden opened the window for some fresh air and lay on his bed. It was more than commodious when he and Charley were a young Fennekin and Charmander, respectively, and it was still capable of accommodating both of their adult physiques concurrently as Charley lay adjacent to him, causing it to creak from his weight. Their naked bodies inadvertently caressed each other often, their hearts beating rapidly from the intimacy in their predicament.

Charley was palpitating the hardest, putting in extra effort at subduing his nervous excitement and urge. Sleep was elusive to him while Brayden entered a dream. He shook off the desire as he discerned the male Braixen resting in the nude without any blankets on. In his opinion, Brayden had a prepossessing figure, a perfect commixture of feminine and masculine attributes, and he observed Brayden's nocturnal boner tantalizing him, causing him to become erect. No. No. No. Snap out of it, Charley. You were just repaying the favor. That doesn't mean anything. You're still in line with your teachings. Still, Brayden's erection was challenging to ignore, and Charley had to tend to his hard-on. He must've tossed the covers too forcefully or shifted his frame too swiftly to handle his rigid penis as he aroused him from his slumber.

"Need something, Charley?" Brayden inquired with a yawn.

"Not really, Brayden," Charley responded. "I'm just tending my boner--that's all. Sorry for waking you up."

"It's all good." Brayden was cognizant of his own erection. "Huh. It appears I also have a boner." He got up and came back with lube and tissue paper, handing some of them to Charley. They heard his parents having some fun in their room nearby. Those two are so horny.

"Thanks." As Charley stroked his own pecker, he kept glancing surreptitiously at his companion's prick, forcing himself to look away from it each time. _Don't even go there, Charley. Your dick is still for bitches only. But you owe Brayden for saving you from the game. Shut up. Also, get those thoughts of that girly Lucario out of your head. _"Also, thanks for rescuing me when I drew that card."

"Don't mention it," Brayden grunted as he masturbated.

Now's your chance to repay him. Dude, shut up; you're not thinking stra-- uh, I mean clearly. "I feel like you got cucked out of your victory because I should've surrendered immediately."

"You were clearly in a conundrum, so I wasn't comfortable with it either."

"Still, I owe you majorly for what you did." Gulping, Charley added, "We can execute that card's command if you want to."

"If you're absolutely serious about it."

"I am. It's just--"

Brayden placed his left hand on Charley's shoulder. "Then relax and let me take you on a ride, but you can tell me you want off at any time. Again, it's just one bro helping another--nothing more."

"No homo?"

"No homo." A thought occurred to Brayden on how to ease Charley into serenity while he plowed him. "You want me to make myself extra feminine and wear some girly underwear?"

"I highly doubt those won't mitigate the fact I'm having your penis inside me, so you're fine just the way you are right now." Charley shivered from the sudden case of goosebumps.

"You're sure you're fine with it?"

"Perhaps we can wade into the deep end rather than diving right in."

"Whatever you prefer." It gives me more time to break his wall, Brayden thought.

"Let's go with that."

Brayden turned Charley around further onto the bed, creeping up his frame till he reached his visage. The initial collision of lips began the process of evincing Charley's homosexual side. He closed his eyes as he tasted his flavor, his hands perceiving his fluttering heart. Likewise, Charley's eyes were also shut, shivering from Brayden's osculations and caresses while sensing the virile Braixen's fur.

Brayden directed his kisses down Charley's body, excogitating the erogenous zones on him. He discovered through Charley's spasms that the nipples and omphalos were weak points in Charley's barrier. "No peeking, please," he uttered, noticing the Charizard open his eyes, which Charley immediately shut upon the request. He surmised it was for the best for Charley to believe he was someone else, somebody more epicene, and he arrived at the erection.

Charley shivered in anticipation at what was to come, his endowment twitching from the male Braixen's hot exhalations, the feeling aggrandized by keeping his eyes shut. Sweat came forth from going against his upbringing, unsure of being entirely committed to this round. This instance felt different to him despite convincing himself that he was simply requiting the favor. He moaned and abruptly tensed his physique from the marvelous sensation of the soft tongue dragging itself from his slit to his thick glans. He bucked wildly as Brayden licked his penis repeatedly, the feeling enhanced by the sluggish motion and the umbra in his vision.

Savoring the briny precum and the musky flavor of Charley's sweat, Brayden licked his friend's penis on all sides, keeping an eye on him. He kept most of his sucks on the corona because Charley was extra-sensitive there, occasionally taking the whole dragon burrito in his mouth, which got Charley into a frenzy. The flavor was stupendous, but he desired a muskier taste, and he needed to further prep Charley for the main act.

"Can you flip over for me, please?" Brayden asked. "And keep your eyes shut."

"Ok," Charley replied with agita.

"Trust me. You still have the authority to end this at any point."

Brayden observed Charley flip over to his belly, exposing his pink ring to him. The musky core opened the floodgates in Brayden's mouth with its effluence, and he began coating it in slaver. He heard Charley's muffled yells of rapture as he circled Charley's anus, rapidly flicking it with the tip of his tongue and observing the draconic prick still out of its shelter. Don't think I've fully abandoned your cock, Charley. I, too, know the code. He touched the rotund phallus while lapping heavily at the backdoor, hearing Charley respond positively to the action.

Charley clamped down on a pillow with his teeth as Brayden rimmed him and stroked his penis. The muffled moans would undoubtedly transform into stentorian obscenities venerating Brayden's work if the soft object wasn't inside his mouth. Indeed, Brayden's effort was worth lauding. The heavy brushes on his taint, pucker, and anywhere else in his butt-crack and the rapid strikes on his rear entrance with Brayden's tongue were terrific, all while Brayden operated him like a brass instrument. He almost uttered a torrent of scurrility as he sensed Brayden's wet organ slithered into his rectum.

Once he was confident he left plenty of saliva inside Charley's sphincter, Brayden prepped the ring's elasticity by adding in his digits until the third finger could fit within. Still, he applied some gel to his penis for added lubricity and insurance. Thanks to his father's genes, it wasn't as thick as Charley's pecker, but it was still huge and plenty long. His tapered tip just barely touched Charley's pucker when the Charizard freaked out and erupted from the bed.

"Nope! Nope! Not doing it!" Charley uttered while pacing around the chamber. The fingers were bizarre enough, and he almost couldn't handle them, but the fear and the voices in his head were enough to break him.

Brayden remained calm on his bed. "It's alright, Charley. I promised not to force you. Remember?"

Charley began calming down after several seconds. His heart still palpitating fast. "Yeah."

"There's nothing wrong with backing out."

"Still, I owe you."

"Forget the debt. If you still insist on repaying it, then mutual masturbation will suffice."

However, Charley wanted to do more than that to settle the debt, something that would bring him closer to Brayden while maintaining the facade of being entirely straight. "We could do something else."

"Like what?"

"Like maybe some...." Charley started to blush, "frottage."

"If that's what you really want."

"Yeah." Charley remembered one key detail from witnessing his balls hanging out of his sheath. "As long as our testicles don't touch because that would be totally gay, and I'm just settling the debt."

Brayden nodded. "Of course." Just a little longer, Charley; you'll get there.

Since he weighed less than Charley, the male Braixen straddled Charley's dick, holding the shafts together with his hand. He commenced sliding along the length, mindful of keeping the gonads apart. The colossal cock with defined ridges touched his slenderer, longer dong in ways that sent indescribable stimulus to his brain, aided by stroking the two lengths with his upper appendage.

The duo was barely two minutes into the frottage when Charley exhibited signs of an orgasm. Brayden was close but nowhere near Charley's level, although he didn't care whether he came with him or not.

"Can't hold back much longer. I'm gonna cum, Brayden," Charley warned.

"Release it, Charley," Brayden huffed.

Charley erupted as much semen he could muster from his virile reservoir, which was almost empty. It went at virtually a ninety-degree angle, landing approximately fifty-fifty on his and Brayden's genitalia and inguinal regions. He was certain that he needed a whole day to recuperate his manly expenditures, a week at the most, and he beheld Brayden still being erect. Fuck it; I'm honoring the code.

"What are you doing, Charley?" Brayden asked, witnessing Charley coming closer to his penis.

"I'm settling my debt."

"You know that's not-- aaaahhhh!"

Brayden sensed the Charizard fellating him. The sudden escalation disrupted his speech, and the wonderful beatitude and allowing Charley to explore another side of him made him shut up about any complaints. He was going on a ride, and he would relish every second of it.

Charley didn't do a simple blowjob on his lifelong companion, adding in a couple of different sources. The first was his vigorous strokes on Brayden's exposed phallus while his other hand dug its fingers into Brayden's anus. He was bound and determined to finish the job--nothing more.

At first, the addition of a handjob to the fellatio caused a spike in his arousal, a minor blip in the overall picture once he sensed a dyad of invaders at his backdoor. The invasion was what actually provided the source behind his deterioration into a blissful blob. He perceived the fingers move in and out at a forceful pace and the pressure from them on his prostate, and Charley knew he had hit the jackpot.

"Fuck, Charley," Brayden groaned beatifically.

"Are you gonna consider my debt paid real shortly?"

The last of Brayden's resistance evanesced. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Oh fuck, here it comes, Charley. Oh goooood!"

That was what Charley wanted to experience: hearing his friend howl jocundly and observing him ejaculate all over himself. He saw him appear dazed from the rhapsodic miasma while all Brayden viewed were stars. "Am I debt-free, now?" He received his answer with an affirmative nod.

The last orgasm drained the rest of Brayden's vitality, replacing it with hebetude. All Brayden wanted to do was curl up and sleep, and he was about to shut his eyes when he sensed Charley's arms embrace him. Turning around, he reciprocated the hug while allowing the hulking, unconscious Charizard's appendages to swallow him and spread the spunk between their frames, wondering what his parents have in store for him for the following morning and the subsequent days after while away from work.

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