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“Whoah, slow down! Easy does it!"

Even if Blaziken nearly fell and smacked his beak on the ground, he laughed with a joy only drunkenness could bring. Joviality even his friends were sharing as they trudged through the streets in the late night. This Night… had been such a good night. To remember his promotion.

“I'm fiiine! Heh! Wait, wait… Wait, guys!"

Shouting, while slipping out of Mightyena's grip, Blaziken tried to catch Sceptile and Swampert's attention. Less drunk than him, they were already checking another bar.

“Hey! Come back! Let's try that one!" he shouted, pointing at the entrance of a place different from the bars they had tried during their pub crawl. A place that looked recent and new, its facade discreet amidst the tall buildings. But the picture of a Gardevoir in a slutty dress hanging from a pole, her smile enticing, said everything that was to be known about the Pearly Dance.

“What? A strip club?" asked Mightyena, still holding onto Blaziken's shoulders while leaning closer to the sign, reading it. “Sheesh. Not my type. You know, it's not a good idea. We should cut this and get back home."

“What? You're afraid your wife will scold you? There's nobody at home waiting for me!" grumbled Blaziken, pushing against his friend even when he got his tight black suit nearly nicked. He stepped closer and adjusted his half-undone necktie before he glanced at his friend.

“Fine. If you wanna leave, go. But I want a good moment with the girls!"

“Are you certain?"

“Yeah. See you Monday."

Not even looking back at Mightyena or his two other coworkers already leaving, Blaziken pushed open the door leading to the entrance and already was he welcomed by a sultry song, bass with lyrics about love and pokeballs. Something raunchy he listened to while presenting his ID to the vigil nearby.

“Idiots. Can't even enjoy my prom-otion…" mumbled Blaziken, stumbling onward and adjusting the white bun behind his red crest. The strands were coming undone, but it was not much for him as his eyes were drawn to the main scene as he slipped a bill for the fee.

Surrounded by clients few and far between, the scene had three poles currently used by three angels. The first was the Gardevoir seen before, in a purple garment she kept close to the skin. The second, on the left, was a voluptuous Nidoqueen whose ample forms did not hinder as he was going upside down, her ass exposed by her arching back. As for the last, it was… A Lucario wearing a frilly white dress.

Less ample and shy, not even looking at the public, she danced around the pole as if she made love to it. The hips rolling, the Pokemon was swinging along the pole without losing her balance, one leg hooked around the steel while those hands and shoulders were carefully following steps that ought to have been selected in advance. All the while, bills flew in her direction like the others.

Those curves… That beauty, that freedom of movement. Blaziken's eyes were instantly drawn to the Lucario and without feigning, he walked closer to that part of the scene to sit by, ordering a drink from the waitresses. Surprised, abashed, caught on… Blaziken felt his wallet burn with the need to get a private dance with that girl. And there was a special order for that.

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Lucario still breathed quickly from the surprise. A “private" request. Typically, it took a few weeks of regular shows to get one; Gardevoir had been kind enough to warn him… Especially about those who wanted to “break in" a new slut. Still, he needed it. The other Girls have been hyping him, chanting while adjusting his corset, mascara, lipstick, putting the skirt on, fixing his padded bra, and tightening his undies so his bulge was practically invisible.

Still, he was afraid. Afraid of being with a pervert. Afraid of failing and not getting a tip. Afraid he would not earn enough money this month. He would have to tell his Father he had lost his job as a salesman. Even if it hadn't been his fault that phone had been fucked by that son of a bitch of a Mew.

His breath under control, Lucario checked the pearly pink lips he kept pursed. His crystalline high heels clicked on the concrete, and his frills followed each little strut he took. He was ready for this. He was ready… He only had to imagine it was someone he fancied… It could be disgusting, but it could be him. His father. That red crest, those defined pecs under the red feathers, the obscene bulge he had when he strutted around the place with his pants off. Something… That hadn't been passed down.

He could imagine it would be him, his hands caressing him, that massive cock pushing within.

Another breath, and he opened the private booth's door.

The room was barely lit except for the scene. The scent of booze hung in the air, and Lucario could make out the form of someone sitting in a corner, alone. Without a doubt, a drunk client eager to try out guys dressed as girls, that was what the place offered. Nevertheless, Lucario passed a hand near his ears and through his attached long black hair, readjusting a strand, before he ascended the stairs.

Lucario activated the speaker with his foot, and jazz resonated within the small room. He had picked for the slow pacing that allowed him to think about his next move. One dance he started by hooking one leg around the pole and outstretching his hand. Still fully clothed, Lucario then climbed up the pole with a swift movement before he let his upper body tense and extend onward while he turned ever so slowly. Then… There was a little ding.

The client seemed eager, and Lucario used his free hand to undo the skirt covering his hips. Without it and the frills, it would be easier to move, but those tight white panties were the only thing covering his ass as he danced along, twisting and extending his legs as he slid upside down against the pole.

Another ding. That was too fast. But then, he saw the man's hand outstretching from his corner. The client beckoned Lucario closer, forcing the Pokemon to give up on his dance as he approached the corner. That one wanted more than pole dancing. Lucario took a deep breath.

“Is there a problem?" he asked with a falsetto voice, making it sound girlier than his typical voice.

“Turn," said a voice. Rough, rumbling, it had a deep and imposing nature. Just like his Dad. Lucario tried to recover his composure, plastering a smile on his face as he turned and showed his ass to a stranger… And then felt that man's rough feathered hand on his posterior. It brushed his blue fur, cut short so it would not tangle. It… He had never allowed any clients to give his ass a feel, not for public shows. But there he was, sensing that hand cupping and feeling his cheeks… Rubbing them, pinching his panties to lift them.

He felt those fingers slip under the fabric, touching him where no clients had been before. With a hand to his mouth, Lucario bit his index while he felt the brushing digits go deeper… Deeper between his crevice, slipping where his buns would meet… And then, there was that finger touching his butthole. Touching, caressing, drawing circles on the lubricated and slightly gaping orifice.

“Hrmphh… You're so sexy. You're looking just like my wife."

Lucario froze as he heard that voice. His teeth dug deeper into his finger, nearly piercing it as one finger pressed against his hole and pressed inside. One finger… Oh, that was nothing; he was used to taking dildos with the girls' help, to have his “pussy" ready for big clients. But not a client like this…

Not his Father. Not to have his needs become… Truth.

“Such a big ass for a pretty girl like you," whispered Blaziken as he used another finger to push inside. One that was eagerly sucked on by Lucario's asshole. Another finger that was held by a clenching and lubricated rim, releasing squelching noises whenever those two fingers moved in tandem, in and out. With his fingers delving deeper, Lucario felt his hole burn up and heat while his panties were getting tight… Tighter as he felt his erection press against the rigid fabric and drench it with precum.

Blaziken pushed deep into his hole, finding his girly spot that made Lucario cum whenever the dildos hit there. Those fingers were so eager… They pushed and pushed until… They pulled out.

“Come sit with me. I wanna see you close," slurred Blaziken as he patted the seat by him.

Passing a hand over his hair, Lucario carefully stood up. His hole gaped and was… Needy. His heels clicked on the ground as he descended the scene and approached Blaziken, watched his father. Watched the man who had raised him alone and who looked thoroughly drunk. Drunk, his shirt undone, his black pants opened on his white underwear that was obscenely bulging between his pants. The man he had fancied and desired ever since Lucario knew he was into men.

A hand holding a glass of beer, Blaziken continued to pat the seat until his son sat sideways so as not to put weight on his ass. His ass that still oozed and burn with desires.

An action he should not have done as he felt the arm passed over him. The hand slipped over his back, his posterior, his cheeks, his undies that were hooked and pushed away by a desired finger.

“You're a beautiful girl, you know that?" Blaziken said with a smile, his blue eyes slightly unfocused before they went over Lucario's body, who remained still and aware.

“I… Thank you, sir," he mumbled back with a high voice.

“Come on. Don't be so formal, girl. You can even call me Daddy."

Lucario's heart skipped a beat, his face red and burning. Even at home, he had only called Blaziken by his name or Father. Dad… Daddy? It was absurd to imagine it so, and yet, he was still hard as those fingers slipped between his cheeks, pushing inside his hole. They pushed, spread, and even hooked it.

“If you want it, S… Daddy," he mumbled, heaving and spurting in his panties.

“No, no, not like that," answered Blaziken, his demeanor changing. His voice was not stern but sultry; he even offered Lucario a truly most genuine smile as he put the beer aside to grab Lucario's chin.

“I-"

“Say it after me. Daddy."

“D...Addy."

“Again," continued Blaziken, pushing a third finger inside and using it to play with Lucario's spot, circling it but not pushing it, edging him.

“Ahh… Daddy. Your fingers are-"

“I want to use your cunt so bad… You are so stretchy," started Blaziken, pulling his head back and taking a sip of beer before he returned, gripping Lucario's chin. He grabbed and guided him into a kiss, leading their mouths to meet as the pearly lips left a trace on the beak… And beer slipped into Lucario's mouth, who took a gulp before it was his Father's tongue he played with. A tongue that tied and played with his, sharing the taste of beer and coffee Lucario drank before his head was pulled away… And guided down, right between Blaziken's thighs.

“I… Am not a girl, Daddy," mumbled Lucario, ashamed and still keeping that high-pitched noise while his nose approached that underwear. Reeking of musk and sweat, Lucario still reached for it and… peeled it. He had been looking for it all those years.

He peeled it and exposed the hard cock underneath: red like fire, long and thick, veiny and uncut. It throbbed with life and reeked of booze and sweat after a day at work. It was a strong hit to Lucario's nose but nothing unlike what his ass endured as he extended his neck to give the tip a kiss.

“I know. You must have a girly clit. But it's fine. Boys or Girls, they're fine," chuckled Blaziken as his voice almost made Lucario's heart swell… He clenched his eyelids and slipped his mouth around the tip. With his lipstick, there would be a white trace left on that cock, sticking to it… And changing its aroma. But still, Lucario opened his mouth and felt Blaziken's hands scratching his nape and pushing on it while he descended. He was dreaming; it had to be. His Dad was not such a pervert.

And he went mower… Lower… Lower until his jaw started to ache, until his breath was starting to get hard… Until he had to pinch his hand to control his gag reflex.

“Oh yes… Use your lips more. Yeah, that way," grumbled Blaziken as he pushed Lucario down. And through gargle, Lucario took it. His eyes were slightly teary, his mascara dripping over his cheeks. But he took it down like a champ while his Father's fingers eagerly stretched his hole, three at a time. “Lube it up, Honey. Tonight, I'll give you eggs."

Not even daring to oppose Blaziken, Lucario pumped his mouth up and down. He moved up, pushing against the hand… Only for it to push him down, making him gargle and drool all over that length. Spit covered it, throat-slime gave it a sheen by the dim lighting. Yet, Lucario continued. His eyes were unfocused yet he continued to pump that shaft up and down, praised by his Father calling him a good Girl. His good slut. And then… As he sensed the throb grow stronger and his Father's scrotum clenched, Lucario was pulled away… And a sigh echoed within the room.

“Oh, honey. You have the hips of an angel," sighed Blaziken, barely looking at his cock covered with spit and white lipstick marks. “If I could, I'd take you home."

He looked at Lucario, smiling at him while his hands gripped his Son's ass, lifting them.

“Come on, give Daddy a kiss," drunkenly whispered Blaziken as he lifted Lucario like it was nothing. Lifted him, broke the kiss, and sat him on his lap. In a reverse cowboy position, yet with Lucario's back pressed against Blaziken's chest. In that position, the old Pokemon had all the access to that plump ass he stroked and started to smack with his cock, tugging the panties away.

“Hhh… You… Want me to come home with you, Daddy?" mumbled Lucario, starting a bit low but going back to his falsetto voice. He was so excited, so horny. It was wrong, perverse… His Dad was fucking him as if he was his mother. And yet, his cock was hard like steel in his panties, adding more pressure against his genitals. His Dad did not seem aware it was him… It was his son dressed up.

“I wish," chuckled Blaziken as he kissed that neck, his beak slightly nudging the soft skin while he lifted Lucario again and aligned his cock with that hole. “But no…. I have my son at home, a Lucario like you. He would not like another girl in my life."

It was… Rough. Lucario only wished to be Daddy's girl. Still, he bit his lips in shame as he sensed his Father's fat cock push within his hole. He enjoyed that bulbous cockhead, fat and heavy, press against his gaped rim until it slipped through with many spurts. It bit, it stung, it burned. But it felt exciting and pleasing to feel Blaziken's cock inside him… To feel his Father holding him, to feel those warm large hands going over his padded bras, over his lean belly, and then… His panties. Panties he hooked with one finger, tugging it down… Down.

Down it went; that throbbing hard mast delved and made Lucario dry-heaves and moan.

“No. Not even a pretty girl with a girlcock like you," grumbled Blaziken as he suddenly thrust and pushed… And hit Lucario's prostate. In an instant, the poor Lucario whimpered as his tiny cock, barely enough to be gripped with two fingers, was fished out of his panties and pinched. Pinched and squeezed as his Father's hips rocked his entire body.

“Hah… We could keep it between us, Daddy. I can make you a price."

“You want to be my new wife, Girl? Heh, sure," grumbled the Blaziken as he started to fuck Lucario, pushing his cock deeper and deeper, etching into Lucario the meaning of true love. Of… Belonging.

“Yes, Daddy. Between… us," mumbled Lucario, his puny cock pinched and yet dripping with fluids all over Blaziken's fingers, feeling already his Father picking up the pace, ready to fuck the lights out of him for the entire night.