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Day 26 - Incest

"Click!"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Justacritic

It took longer than he expected. The crime rate had increased at Viridian City over the past few months, which meant more jobs for the Aura Guardians. It was manageable at first, until some members stopped going to work and the remaining Guardians were left with no other choice but to stay after regular hours to patrol the city; his Boss said they either resigned or requested a transfer to another unit. "Bunch of cowards," that's what Louis said. And with every city dealing with its own troubles, there was no chance to receive support from other units.

Louis didn't mind the work. Being an Aura Guardian has been his dream since he was a small Riolu. The bearing and elegance, their values and unbreakable will, and the feeling that everything was okay whenever a Guardian was around; later on he also developed a special taste for their tight spandex suit, which became an extra in his list of reasons to join. He was happy knowing his job made people feel safer.

However, he had other responsibilities he couldn't neglect. A detail he remembered after noticing it was past midnight when he finished his patrol. He didn't even have time to go back to HQ and change, so he went back home still wearing his suit: the black and purple spandex suit with a golden A engraved on the chest. It reeked of sweat and felt all slippery on the insides, especially on the crotch.

"I'll need a long bath after this," Louis grunted as he was getting closer to home.

Most of the lights in the small and calm neighborhood were off, with just a few still on but the occupants of those rooms were too busy on other things to notice the tall Lucario walking on the street.

The sight of the same kind of house over and over again was a bit depressing, but it was the best he could afford at the moment, and later he found no reason to move somewhere else, not to mention he had other expenses to cover after Ryan moved in with him.

"That boy better be asleep right now," he said, trying to sound rude and imposing, when in reality he begged for the lights at home to be off. It was just around the corner.

He didn't want to deal with his temper. The Rattata had his mother's voice and the same cold look when he was angry. It didn't help he got in shape over the past few months, leaving the chubby boy behind and gaining a more bulky aspect, with muscles so big he could tear shirts apart with the slightest flex. For a 21-year-old, he covered most of the requirements to be an Aura Guardian; except being a Lucario, of course. Yet he knew how to make him feel bad. The muscles were threatening; his sharp tongue was lethal.

"He has classes tomorrow. I should be fine," Louis sighed.

The lights were off, which was a relief, but not enough, as he still opened the door with extreme caution, trying not to make a sound that could be perceived by his big, round ears. Louis used his Aura Reading skill to check if it was safe to enter, and only after he confirmed no one was on the first floor, he pushed the door slowly and carefully.

The hinges made no sound. He sneaked in the moment he had enough room to do so, not wanting any external sound to enter the house. Then, standing on his toes, Louis closed the door softly, so soft it was almost orgasmic to hear that click.

"I'll go upstairs, leave the suit under the bed, then take a bath," he said to himself.

Immediately, a heavy and threatening aura flooded the room, one Louis knew very well. When he turned on his heels, the lights turned on and he found his son standing at the other end of the stairs, knives coming off his green eyes.

"Again?! You promised you would be home early!"

Even from that distance, he looked imposing, wearing black boxers and nothing else. The size of his muscles reminded Louis he could stand a fight with him, even with the type disadvantage. The wooden stairs creaked under his heavy stomps as he descended to meet his maker, who, once again, had failed to his word.

"I'm sorry, son. We got busy today. There wasn't a lot I could do."

"I don't wanna hear any excuse. You told me family was a priority."

His purple and white fur looked damp and rumpled. Did he take a shower? Or was he sweaty? His nose couldn't perceive a smell, not with the strong aura attracting all of his attention.

"I did. I'm sorry, son. But you know I work hard to give you a better life!"

"That is a lame excuse for a lame excuse of a father!"

What child would dare to talk like that to his father?! That's the kind of behavior that years ago would've been met with a slap across the face, regardless of his age. And Ryan had always been a spoiled brat thanks to the mother who abandoned him there a couple of years ago. Louis believed his attitude was a response to her absence and gave the boy some time to get better; but one day, Louis just... stopped caring about it. He still disliked that attitude but couldn't say anything to make it stop.

He did it, once. One afternoon while Ryan was in his bedroom. Then something happened, and the next thing Louis remembered was being in the living room watching TV three hours later. He couldn't remember what happened.

"What if something happens? What am I supposed to do if you're not around? Should I call the neighbors? I'm pretty sure they'll do a better parenting job than you."

Claims and complaints as always. No "I love you, daddy" or "thank you, dad" like a normal son. Just the behavior of a spoiled boy who always gets what he wants.

And that's when he remembered a tiny detail Ryan's aura made him forget: the suit. Ryan didn't know he was part of the Aura Guardians! And he didn't want his son to know about it! His heart raced. His head started spinning. He knew the consequences of revealing one's identity to someone outside the Guardians.

But that panic didn't last for too long. He looked at his son, and his green eyes were still the anger and disdain he knew very well, but not a pinch of surprise over the job he had kept a secret from him.

"You have no consideration for others. It's no wonder why mom left you. And I would do the same if I didn't need you."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Shut up. We're late."

Ryan pointed a small black device at him and pressed a button. He heard an audible click...

Click. Louis blinked and he found himself inside a small room. It looked familiar, but he wasn't sure where he was. Concrete walls all around, and boxes of different sizes stacked one over the other. A humid smell made his nose wrinkle. But what really caught his interest, and awoken his panic again, was the camera and the laptop before him. He saw himself on the screen. His muscular body had a tight leather harness on it, shaped like an X to squeeze his pecs. A Houndoom mask, with horns included, covered his face. A big collar was around his neck. Leather boots on his feet, and black boxing-looking gloves on his hands. And his cock was trapped inside a silver cage with a heavy-looking lock on it.

"What happened? I was just-"

"Finally!"

He noticed a red dot on the camera, and the male voice he heard had come from the laptop.

"I was about to open Pornhub," another voice announced.

"Sorry, sorry, our star was a bit busy at work today."

The one who spoke was Ryan. He was behind him. But when he tried to look above his shoulder, something stopped him. His body refused to move. He could wiggle it a bit, but no more than that. His panic turned into dread as he struggled to move a body that was frozen in place.

"You know the Aura Guardians, everything is more important to them than family."

Ryan appeared at his side. He was wearing a similar outfit, except he had a leather cap on his head, and instead of a cage, the harness was connected to a cock ring keeping his manhood erect and throbbing.

"Isn't that right, daddy?"

Ryan put the end of a riding crop under his chin. Louis was terrified, confused, and for some reason, extremely excited. His body trembled in fear yet his cock throbbed and dripped inside the cage.

"S-son, what's going on? What's happening?!"

Ryan scowled at him, then dropped a heavy sigh as he pointed at him with his other hand. Click.

His head felt like a snipping top, one that was abruptly stopped a second later. He went down on his fours and waited like a good dog, wagging his hips as one. Only then he felt the tail-shaped plug inside his ass; rather than uncomfortable, the toy felt as if it had always been a part of him. His mind was invaded by a desperate need to behave and obey Ryan's orders.

"Bloody hell. I need to train you better," Ryan muttered.

"Having troubles with your pup, kiddo?" one of the voices asked.

"A Lucario will always have a strong will, right? No matter how much you train them, there's always gonna be a loose end here or there."

"Maybe you'll have to punish him."

"Yeah, teach him who's in charge!"

"Oh, you want that? You nasty pigs?" Ryan asked as he adjusted the camera.

"Yeah! Give it to us!"

"My pleasure, boys."

Ryan moved behind him and replaced the tail plug with another one of a bigger size; again, it didn't cause him any pain or discomfort, and he even moaned when the next plug went in. After that, the Rattata tied a leash between the plug's other end and the collar, forcing Louis to keep the head up. The plug had been designed so that if he lowered his head, the knot inside would squeeze his prostate.

Using the riding crop, Ryan began to slap his father's ass, which was met with cheers and applauses from the people watching at the other end. And with each hard and painful slap, the memories came back to him. He found Ryan in one of Team Rocket's hideouts during a raid and helped the Rattata escape after he figured out his secret identity. He went to talk with him that night and was immediately hypnotized by the sick boy. He remembered the many hypnosis sessions Ryan made him go through and all the drugs he used on him to have full control over his brain. And a click after click after click as his son trained him to be his puppy, one whose memories could be altered at will, with just the press of a button.

Louis remembered the BDSM sessions he streamed in the basement. His own son fucking and humiliating him as part of a deal cut with Team Rocket. And the sole memory of Ryan's cock inside his ass made him feel sick to the stomach, but he couldn't throw up.

"Yeah, don't try that," Ryan said, noticing his forced attempts. "You can deepthroath a Mudsdale's cock if you want, daddy. That's how good your mouth is. And speaking of..."

He had been spanking him for what, 5 minutes? Louis lost sense of time after all the memories that had flashed before his eyes. The soreness on his buttocks told him Ryan gave him a good spank, but that's all his brain could get from it.

And he had little time to think about it, for his son, after adjusting the camera, had forced his cock inside his mouth. The Lucario swallowed it with no issue. The strong musk felt so thick to breathe on, and the salty taste he hadn't taken a shower in a couple of days. But none of those things were found disgusting by the Aura Guardian. His tongue licked gladly the thick shaft just as Ryan began to use his mouth like a flashlight, forcing his father to choke on his musky cock before going back to the rough and deep thrusts.

He remembered everything. And that included the pleasure. As sick and disgusting as being fucked by his son could be, Ryan trained him so he would enjoy such depravity. And knowing he was being watched by the same people he fought against made it so much better.

Click.

His view changed immediately. Ryan was no longer fucking his mouth; he was behind him, putting another load inside his ass. The Rattata, with his strength and stamina, didn't stop there and instead continued fucking the cum out of his father's ass.

Click.

His view changed again. His caged cock was being teased with a magic wand. He had a thick rope of pre hanging out of it, and the loud moans told the audience how much he wanted to cum, but the wand alone wasn't enough to get him to do so.

Click.

More fucking. His son was slapping his ass while calling him derogative names. Slut. Whore. Bitch. Cumdump. That and more.

Click.

He saw his gaping hole on the screen. Cum oozed out of it, the mixed loads of Ryan and who knows how many others. Did his son bring some of his friends to the house?

Click. Click. Click. And with each change, Louis sunk deeper and deeper into the pup mentality, no longer believing he was being forced, but actually happy to do what his son commanded. He was in full control of his body, doing what he knew Ryan wanted him to do. Still on his fours, he barked and whined with his tongue out, his mask covered in cum, the Aura Guardian deprived of his dignity.

"What a good boy you are," Ryan rewarded with a pat. "But the show's not over, Daddy. We still have a special surprise for our audience."

Click.

He saw himself on the screen, standing up, with both arms behind his back. No longer naked, Ryan had put on a tight and shiny rubber suit to cover his body from head to toe. The Houndoom mask had been replaced with one to fit his face. A transparent tube was connected to the mouth. Louis squirmed, but he couldn't break out of the strong suit.

His son appeared before him. He had a huge smile, and a vivid flame of lust burning in his green eyes. Ryan put a hand on the suit, which squeaked at the softest rub.

"You know, I wouldn't have gone down this way if you had been here for me. But Daddy had no time for his son. Team Rocket had. And they invited me in and treated me as part of their family. Now, I don't blame you. The Aura Guardians are so important to you that I can understand you prefer them over me."

His words hurt. That was his cue to know he was conscious, out of the pup mentality Ryan had forced on him. But Lucario who tried desperately to break free from the prison would soon discover ignorance is a blessing.

Ryan showed him a set of Pokeballs, each one connected to the other through a black wire.

"Have you wondered why so many Guardians have disappeared recently? Did you really believe what your leader said? Or would you believe me, your son, if I say I have them right here?"

His heart skipped a beat. Weak, yes, but he perceived the aura of some of the missing Guardians coming off the Pokeballs. The same members he despised after thinking they left their duties had been always in his son's hands.

"Team Rocket came up with a genius device that can finally put those pesky Guardians where they belong. And now," Ryan began to pour lubricant on each one of the 5 Pokeballs, "since you like them so much, they're gonna be with you, right where they belong."

Louis felt the dread of what Ryan was about to do. But just as he began his struggle again, and after his son moved behind him, Lucario perceived a thick and salty substance getting inside his mouth. With the press of a button, Ryan fed his father with the cum of several members of his new family. The taste overwhelmed Louis, who was left with no other choice but to swallow the disgusting liquid; a bucketful of musky cum from the villains he hated the most.

And while he did that, Ryan pushed each Pokeball inside his ass. He did it slowly, almost in a tortuous way. He wanted his father to know he was the only one to blame for all of this. His loose hole received his friends, one after the other, and Louis felt their auras gathering and growing down below. The sensations overwhelmed him completely, and he alone threw himself back into a trance, squirming and whining inside the rubber suit that was his prison.

After the last ball was in, Ryan's cock followed it, seeking to push them all deep inside. The rough thrusts made the balls clash and rub in all directions, breaking Lucario's mind. And the nasty members watching the show cheered over the fall of a mighty group of heroes, with one of them being defeated, fucked, and humiliated by his own son. But all Louis heard were the loud and wet slaps as Ryan's hips clashed with his buttocks.

Every other sound faded. The cheers. The insults. His whines. The squeaky sound of rubber. Everything except the loud and wet slaps. One after the other. The delightful sound of his defeat.

Click.