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"Shit, what is it about women and shopping- she could have at least allowed me and the boy to say home!" A Zoroark ranted on his Pokégear, clearly irked. One hand held the phone up to his ear, while the other juggled a young bipedal Zorua who suckled at his thumb idly. The Pokégear crackled for a moment before it replied.

"You think you should be cussing in front of Zo like that, Zeke?" a masculine voice said, laughing slightly.

"Ha, I wouldn't worry too much about him; he's already got enough bad influences from his mother!"

"Whatever you say..."

"Anyway, I have to go- the woman doesn't like it when I talk to friends; I doubt this marriage will last any longer than my first, especially if she thinks that Zo will keep us together."

Zo turned and looked at his father at the mention of his name, taking his thumb out of his mouth with a wet pop and giving him a smile. The Pokémon on the Pokégear said something in reply, but Zeke didn't hear him; he was busy returning a grin and bouncing his son lightly in his arms. He flipped the Pokégear shut and stowed it inside a small messenger bag at his side opposite of Zo. The store doors opened automatically, and the first thing he saw was Zara, tapping her claws against the linoleum of the store.

As usual, her bundle of red hair was neatly bound into a single ponytail- not a single errant spike stood up from it. Like most Zoroark, she had a characteristic lipstick line around her muzzle, but the very tip of it was a different shade, presumably from makeup. With a turquoise stare, she crossed her arms and motioned for the male member to follow.

He did so reluctantly, glaring at the bobbing bead tying her hair together. She spends more time dolling up her ponytail than talking, he thought to himself, grinding his teeth. Sensing his father's irk, Zo reached over and pinched him on the cheek, giggling.

"Luv yoo papa!" he said, still unable to completely say words. A smile slowly infected Zeke's face, until Zara spun on her heels and marched daringly close.

"Either pick up the pace, or go somewhere else! Honestly, I don't even know why you came here!"

Before Zeke could respond with an angry yell, she turned again and speed-walked away, leaving the irked father and carefree son in her wake. Gritting his teeth once more, he did an about face. "Come on, Zo- I need to wash the disgust off my face."

Zo simply giggled once more, "Disguss! Disguss!" he repeated cheerfully and clung to his father as he angrily clopped to the restroom. The distracted dark-type bumped into several other shoppers, causing them to drop their goods as he passed without as much as a sorry. His eyelids were clamped into tiny slivers that only a small dash of blue-green shined through them. With mind racing a hundred miles a minute, he threw open the door to the public restroom, thankfully empty as its metal handle bashed against the tile wall. Setting down Zo, he made his way over to the sink and turned on the faucet with a quick flick of his three claws. A rush of steamy water burst from the tap and he cupped it as best he could in his hands, tossing it onto his face and rubbing it into the fur.

"D-daddy...?" Zo asked hesitantly, standing on shaky legs. His small paw was tugged on the Zoroark's ponytail. "I gotta pee-pee..."

Taking away his hands from their rubbing he blinked, clearing either tears or tap-water out of his eyes. "Sure buddy, I'll help ya in just a second," he replied, flicking the last of the liquid away. The Zorua had already walked with legs clenched towards the urinal and leaned against the dividing wall. With a few long strides, Zeke stood next to him and crouched, pressing his hand through Zo's crotchfur until he touched against a small uncut cock.

"Papa! Tha tickles!" Zo said, squirming under his father's grasp, laughing. His father only placed a muzzle on top of the Zorua's head inhaling his son's scent while holding him tight enough to calm him down. Sure enough, the giggles slowed to a stop and a blush bloomed on Zo's face. Pushing away the fur from his boy's small penis, he pulled back the excess skin slightly to make it easier to aim.

A golden-yellow arc of liquid burst from its ebony tip, splattering against the urinal with a symphony of light rings, and a high pitched groan as Zo emptied his bladder. Just the feeling of a body shuddering beneath him would have titillated the Zoroark, but the added forbidden-ness of that body being the one of his son increased it ten-fold. He rolled the boy's penis between his fingers, shifting the stream from side to side of the urinal, all while toying with his son's foreskin. The small member pulsed as it spurted out its last drops of piss, Zeke giving it a final shake- flicking a single drop of the liquid onto Zo's nose.

"Oh no!" he cried out, attempting to wipe it off but Zeke's arms accidentally blocked him. They had brushed against the dot of urine, rubbing it into the Zorua's grey fur. "Daaaadddyy!" he protested, pushing away the Zoroark's hands and attempting to rub out the spot. Zeke suppressed a chuckle and swept a claw through his own crotchfur, wrapping his three claws around a semi-erect member.

"Daddy's got to go pee too, would you like to help?" he asked, cautious of his words. While he has been more than a bit friendly to his son, he wasn't sure how the boy would react to an outright invitation. Zo seemed to roll his eyes as he trotted over to his now standing dad. The Pokémon's tall stature made it near for the Zorua to get a good grip without standing on his tippy-toes and reaching high over his head. Finally, he managed to encircle his tiny paws around the plump dick and aimed it crudely at the urinal.

"O-okay..." he muttered, unsure of what to even do with the relatively massive member when he couldn't control his own.

"You're doing good Zo;" his father replied encouragingly, "just keep still..."

Of course, Zeke had different plans. Contracting his stomach tightly, his cut cock began to piddle out spurts of clear piss, slightly tinged with yellow- like water that a slice of lemon had been dropped into. The Zoroark's stream of piss was much stronger than his son's, and it wavered slightly as Zo struggled to keep a hold on it. Biting the bottom of his lip, he pressed out the last sprays of urine, jerking as he did so and forcing Zo to lose his grip. The fat cock slapped the Zorua on his forehead while it gave a final jolt and shudder, leaking out the last of Zeke's urine into the tuft of hair on his son's head.

He yelped in shock, stumbling backwards and tripping over his own feet. Tumbling for only a quarter second, he landed in the still unflushed puddle of piss leftover in the full-sized urinal. Eyes widening he let out an almost deafening wail and ran towards the handicapped stall, nearly tripping over himself as he did so. Clear drops of what could easily be mistaken as water dripped from his rump as he ran, the liquid staining and darkening the underside of his tail. Slamming the door shut he started to moan out sobs. Not all according to Zeke's plan, admittedly.

"Come on, Zo..." Zeke said, remorseful for what had just happened, even though the sight of his son's buttocks matted down with piss excited him even further. "We need to get you cleaned up..."

"Nnnn!" was the reply, a muffled no. It wouldn't be very good for a strange to walk in, especially with his son pinned in a handicapped stall, wet with urine.

"Alright then, I'm gonna have to come in after you!" Zeke muttered, sticking his head underneath the stall door and spying for his son. He found him, curled into a corner with his head between his knees and back to the door. His normally energetic tail lied limply on the floor, still dripping with urine. Silently, I slid underneath the gap of the locked stall, sneaking up on my sobbing son.

His high wails froze the moment my arms touched him, wrapping around his small body with a comforting hug. The boy's cries started to begin once more, this time as he leaned back into his father's arms. Finally, he turned and buried his tear-moistened face into his father's chest, body shaking as he bawled.

"There, there..." Zeke said, attempting to sooth the Zorua, "Let's get you nice and dry..." Lifting up the critter, his hand resting on the boy's soaked rump, Zeke unlocked the stall and carried him to the paper-towel dispenser. After pulling out just two, however, it was found to be empty- with not an additional roll in sight. Zeke wiped off as much pee as he could from his son's face, leaving the fur slightly damp, but not nearly as moist as the boy's rear was. Zo shifted uncomfortably as his father pulled a claw up to his jaw and pondered- the toilet paper in the stalls was much to flimsy for any drying, what other options were there?

His gaze trailed around the room, stopping to stare at his son's furred rump until Zo turned around and gave him a frown. "Daddy I wet," he said, the last word sounding more like "weh" than "wet". Zeke bent down to give his offspring a pat, but in doing so he triggered the automatic blow-dryer, causing him to nearly topple over from the wind.

"Don't worry buddy, I got an idea," he said, picking up his son face to face, underneath his armpits. Attempting to place the boy in front of the dryer failed, it only managed to blow hot air between his calves and ruffle the fur there. "Or maybe not..." Zeke muttered, setting his son back down.

Zo wasn't so quick to give up. "Up-down! Up-down!" he yelled excitedly, tugging on the Zoroark's legfur. Zeke had a blank stare in return, before realization finally kicked in.

"Oh! I get it!" he replied, nodding ferociously. Zo fell forward onto his forepaws, pushing his legs out far enough for his father to grab them. Then, Zeke lifted, pulling the Zorua into a handstand and triggering the blower once more. This time it worked, a compressed jet of hot air blasted the dark-type's rump, billowing piss-mist into the air as it did so. Soon, Zo's backside was completely dry, albeit it still smelt faintly of musk- the air didn't actually blow away all of the urine, only dried it into the Zorua's rear. That which wasn't dried was still wafting around in the air, causing Zeke's member to perk up once more.

Of course, even without this added musk he'd exhibit arousal. Once dry, the blower fluffed and separated his son's fur, giving him a detailed view of a tiny pink pucker that he had seen many times before, but never this close and without anyone around to inhibit his examination. His son, giving out a bemoaning cry finally brought the Zoroark back to his senses and he set his son back onto the ground.

The boy spun to give his father an appreciative hug, but stopped and said, "D-daddy! You pee-pee big!"

Zeke was cunning- it came natural to his species after all. Already, scenarios of possible situations were running through his head as though they were having some sort of homoincestuous-erotic party. Finally, he said what he thought would be the safest route, "It sure is, buddy! Wanna see something fun?"

Predictably, the boy agreed excitedly, and allowed his father to steer him back into the handicapped stall. Zeke took a seat on the seat, and pulled his son up to join him on his knee. Eagerly, the boy bounced on his father's knee, happily chiming "Fun! Fun! Fun!"

Chuckling, his father placed a hand on the Zorua's shoulder, slowing his hops to a stop. With a deep glance into the blue-green eyes of his son. "Now Zo," he began, licking his lips on reflex when those round orbs returned his look, "this is a special father and son game, so you can't tell anyone else about it, okay?" Probably a futile thing to say, but at least there was a chance that he wouldn't tell now.

His boy nodded enthusiastically in return; "Secreh!" he nearly yelled. Even if the Zorua didn't keep it under wraps, there was only so much his father could do now- he had gone too far to even care what happens afterwards.

"Good boy," Zeke replies, rubbing a hand through the tuft of red hair on Zo's head. "Now, see my pee-pee?" He paused, allowing his son time to nod quickly. "Take your hand like this..." Zeke grabbed the boy's red-tipped paw and opened it up. "And put it here..." With these words, he pulled the paw towards his semi-exposed member, allowing it to grasp just underneath his cut cockhead. Resisting a groan of pleasure, he allowed his progeny to wrap around his shaft shakily and give it a small stroke.

"W-warm..." Zo muttered, blushing instinctively. Offhandedly, his father brushed away the rest of his crotchfur, exposing his member fully. Its seven inch length throbbed in the Zorua's small paw and soon a small dollop of pre formed at the tip. Curiously, he outstretched his other paw, dabbing the sticky substance onto his paw and bring it under his nose. He sniffed at it inquisitively, and then with a wavering tongue licked the drop off his claw. For a moment, the bathroom was silent except for the sounds of the Zorua smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Then, he laughed playfully and said, "Tase funny!"

A devilish grin washed over the Zoroark's face now, his bait was taken, hook, line and sinker. "It tastes funny? Well, the next part of the game is to lick it all up! Can you do that buddy?"

"L-li-lick ih?" He stuttered with the word, looking up at me confused. It was the final moment now, once Zeke had his son hypnotized by his taste, the rest of the time in this stall would become as easy as taking Rare Candies from a baby. "This game funny..." he said after a long pause, and bent forward, mouth agape. Zeke's heart beat in his ears as his son slowly edged down to his cock, pressing a narrow kiss at its head. His moan broke the bathroom's silence- silence that quickly settled back as soon as the Zoroark caught control of his outburst.

The boy struggled to surround even the tip of the member with his small mouth, trying in vain to pop it in further and engulf the entire length. Zeke chuckled perversely, resting his hand on his son's lightly bobbing head and petting the tuft of fur on top of it. Soon the boy was bobbing as far as three inches down, sucking the precum out of Zeke's black and red striped member with obscene slurps. The Zoroark pressed his son further down with each bob, forcing more of his fatty into the Zorua's mouth. Saliva squelched as he did so, just loud enough to be heard in the near pure silence of the bathroom.

Said pure silence was violently interrupted by the door banging open and the Zoroark father cussing mutely. Still, Zo continued to bob his head, despite his father's tugging pleas to stop. Whoever had entered the restroom had clopped over to the stall adjacent to the one where Zo and Zeke were in, and sat with a rustle of papers. Cursing silently once more, Zeke pulled his son off of his cock forcefully, the boy still unaware of the lapping noise he made. As soon as he was pulled away, Zo reached his arms out and attempted to grab the cock in his paws, just for some type of connection. Tears welled up in his eyes as his father denied him from the "game" they were playing.

Seeing those blue-green eyes moisten, Zeke bent himself forward, pressing his lips against the boy's own. A tingling shock was shared between their two bodies as they connected at the mouth, lick tiny numbing nubs prickling along the outer lines of their lips. Zo's eyes returned to normal, and then closed as he leaned forward into the kiss. His thighs squeezed as he pushed upwards, trying to take more of his father's tongue into his mouth. He was used to the affectionate kisses Zeke gave him, and always was eager for a moist tongue to enter his mouth.

Sure enough, it did- a long, slender and flexible organ that slid past the boy's sharp canid teeth and against his own. The two tongues danced intricately, swirling around each other and pressing their tips against- Zeke had all the control here, expertly twirling and twisting his taster, touching lightly against the underside of his son's. The wet flesh quivered under the brief touch, shaking ever so slightly as its progenitor's tongue rubbed against it. Then, swooping down, Zeke pinned his son's tasting organ, allowing him to open his red-rimmed mouth wider and tilt the boy's head back, supporting it with a single clawed paw.

His fingers flittered through the Zorua's off-grey fur, scratching gently at the flesh beneath with strong, calming strokes. Their tongues dashed and washed against each other, saliva swapping from one mouth to the next. The boy's taste seemed to be sweet- yet it had a distinctly bitter-salty undertone to, presumably from his cock-sucking. Zeke resisted groaning loudly into the fox Pokémon's mouth; instead he forced its muzzle closer still, pushing up the Zorua by the back of his head. Zo allowed him to do so limply- sheer pleasure of the intimacy between him and his father was enough to wipe his mind clean.

They sat locked at the lips for what could have been hours, even though it was mere minutes, waiting for the Pokémon in the adjacent stall to finish. Finally, the toilet flushed and he walked away, not bothering to wash his hands. The two Dark-types pulled away at last with a trail of saliva connecting between their lips.

Panting, Zo only managed to mutter out, "Daddy...", and broke the trail of saliva. Zeke surged forward once more, his lips forcefully pressing against his son's and the two Pokémon's noses rubbed together as they kissed again. Futilely, Zo attempted to pierce through the tightly clamped lips to no avail, instead resorting to nibbling on his father's lower lip in submission. Finally, Zeke allowed his son's small tongue entrance, suckling it in as soon as it was within reach. He had him by the tongue, holding the boy in place while he ran claws up and down the tuft of fur on Zo's chest. His paw shifted through the dense fuzz, reaching a small nipple- hard from instinctual response. A quick twitch and flick was all it took for the Zorua to squirm in his father's grasp, bemoaning his ticklish torture, yet doing nothing to stop it.

At last, the Zoroark released his mouth-hold on the Zorua, allowing the boy to gasp out in pleasure as his nipple was pinched between blush-red claws. The small nub of flesh was rolled between the hard fingers, squeezing and pulling at it when reaching the very center of the two claws. With a final flick, Zeke released the nipple, its hardness prodding out from beneath the Zorua's grey chestfur. A pink tongue lolled out of the younger dark-type; he had a dazed look in his eyes, as though he was in two places at once, Earth and a euphoric dream-state.

"Nnnn... Pa...pa..." He muttered, dropping against his father's crotch almost drunkenly. With half-lidded eyes, he opened his maw and placed it around the throbbing shaft he had narrowly avoided piercing himself with. His slick tongue dabbed out, swathing the organ with his sweet-tasting saliva and lathering it with warm, gentle licks. He struggled to push himself higher, his tongue trailing along the upper side of the Zoroark's shaft until it reached the head and he bobbed back down, engulfing the entire tip with a heated muzzle. The bathroom fell silent again, only the laps and smacks of lips meeting flesh echoed through it. Zeke's paw rested on the back of his son's head, slowly petting it to coax him further down without forcing the process. It seemed to work, too- the seven inches of pulsing Pokémon meat had edged half-way down the boy's throat, a vast difference from his starting swallow of only an inch.

"V-very good... k-keep su-sucking..." Zeke stuttered out as his son's tongue swirled around a bundle of nerves almost instinctually. His reply was in the form of a low "Mmmmmhmmmm" which vibrated down and around his shaft. "A-arceus that's-"He tried to say, but the boy's suction increased suddenly and he groaned out with a spasm. Two paws now rested on Zo's head, pressing him down insistently while involuntary bucks pushed him farther still. Another inch now buried its way in the Zorua's too-small throat, causing him to cough and choke around the meat, only serving to increase the stimulation of it.

The boy tried to pull off and indignantly say, "Owwwiee!", but the moment his lips popped off of the cock, Zeke pressed him back on, shutting up the Pokémon with a thick cylinder of maleness. His bucks increased in urgency, thrusting in and out of his son's tight mouth with a splash of saliva. The spit splattered itself on his crotchfur, but he paid no attention, lost in the lust for his boy. Faster, faster, faster. He had given up on thrusting into the Zorua's mouth and instead grabbed him by his headfur, pulling down the boy's mouth and forcing him to bob around it.

"G-gonna..." he whimpered now, his legs shuddering and twitching at his oncoming orgasm. Beneath the fur of his crotch, a twin pair of testes scrunched higher, bouncing in tandem with the Zorua's dips. Inside, a thousand million cells prepared themselves for release. "C-cum!" He managed to say at last, forcing his son down too six inches and spurting his load directly into the boy's stomach. It flooded his son's esophagus, forcing him out with sheer volume and causing the Zorua to cough violently. Still, more of his semen jetted outward, giving his boy a coating of white lipstick, liberally applied to his entire face. Streams upon streams came out still, dabbing their creamy color onto the red dots that adorned his son's forehead, matting down the grey fur around it. After what seemed to be a minute of solid orgasm, the spurts and twitches died down, settling for a mere leak of semen to drizzle out and stain the Zoroark's own crotch with white.

He fell backward, spent, while his son remained coughing, belly distended significantly from the goo he had swallowed, and each raspy cough caused his belly to jiggle as if it was full of Jell-O. His gasps and grunts cleared his throat, and with a hearty blow he snorted out a gooey line of semen that had lodged itself in his nose. A pair of paws made their way to examine his cummy face, dabbing fingers in the sticky substance and licking it off. The sound of the bathroom door opening once more awoke Zeke from his Nirvana, and he quickly pitched forward and pulled his son into a kiss, just in case a stray sound escaped him.

The boy's sweet taste was now hopelessly overpowered by the bitter-sweetness of his father's semen which now stained the back of his throat. There was a rustle of fur and a familiar sigh of relief as the new mystery Pokémon relieved himself in the urinal, the tinkle of his piss dashing against the ceramic familiar as ever. He grunted, and had Zeke the ability to see through walls, he would have noticed that this Pokémon was looking around the bathroom, specifically at the handicapped stall.

"Smells like sex in 'ere," he muttered gruffly, before walking towards the sinks and turning them on. After a quick rinse, much too quick to be properly sanitizing, he walked out of the bathroom, the door shutting with another slam.

"Let's get you cleaned up before that dries," Zeke finally said after a long period of silence. He reached for the toilet paper, only to grab a fistful of air. All that remained was a cardboard tube, bare and brown. "Shit..." The Zoroark cursed, wanting to punch the toilet paper-roll's housing. Instead, he brought his hand up to the bridge of his nose and pinched in pensive thought. Zo's own paws mirrored his father, only trying to wipe off the sticky cum, rather than think. His red-tipped paw-fingers were coated in the white goop, and he brought it to his mouth, licking it away. It was the "Aha!" moment Zeke had needed, and the Zoroark grabbed his son by the wrists and pulled him closer along his thigh, till the boy was but a half-foot away.

The lumbering dark-type bent forward, extending his tongue to meet the tip of his son's nose and slid flatly higher. Its coarse surface spooned away the glops of cum until the Zorua's fur was relatively clean, albeit wet from slobber. With a mouthful of gooey semen, the Zoroark pulled his son's head back, and shared the thick juice, spitting it down the hole it should have disappeared to in the first place. His son mutely accepted it, what more could he say when his mouth was being violated and used by his father. At last, they parted, with a slimy trail of semen-spittle leading between their two lips that seemed to bend to the bathroom floor before snapping apart.

Still, the Zoroark's lust was not yet satisfied. In fact, the reality of his son-love was just starting to sink in- and he couldn't say he didn't like what he was feeling. "Come Zo, we haven't finished yet," he said with a heated grin, causing a glance of confusion from the Zorua-boy.

"Finish wha' Papa?" he asked coyly, turquoise eyes shining even in the fluorescent light.

The Zoroark did not answer; instead he stood up, carefully sliding the boy off of his leg. Then, picking up his son, he sat the boy down on the lidded toilet seat, making sure his puffy grey tail wagged from between two stubby legs. Zo squirmed in this position, uncomfortable from sitting on his tailbone, but his father's firm hand stopped the instinctual movements. Kneeling, the Zoroark laid his head on the boy's quickly rising chest, inhaling the miniscule amount of musk he produced. The edge of his lips dipped down into the boy's belly button, and with dawdling movements he slid lower and lower down the Zorua's figure.

His cool nose easily parted the longer hair covering the boy's crotch, inhaling the scent of the strands as it continued lower. The very edge of his lips dashed against the semi-erect member hidden beneath, and planted a brief kiss on it. Lower still he went, exhaling as his nose slid between a tight ballsack and reached an interim of skin between the penis and the pucker. The boy's legs hung splayed in the air, lightly bent as his father rubbed against his taint. His toes twitched as a tongue pressed against his taint firmly, sliding along the furred patch of skin agonizingly slow until it padded against two round orbs.

"Pa-!" He cried out as soon as the wet organ fisted itself between the two testes, his legs bending to wrap around his father's head weakly to pull it in closer. The Zoroark's tongue encircled the boy's short shaft, and pulled it into his mouth, suckling it to an erect life. Groaning mutely, the boy thrusted into his father's mouth, his small pecker hardly pressing past the half of the tongue it rested on. Zeke gazed up his son's furred chest, looking above the repeatedly firming belly and the expanding tufts of chestfur. His progeny's turquoise eyes caught the stare, looking back in glazed pleasure while a dab of drool dripped out of his son's muzzle, its dampness darkening the boy's grey fur.

He broke free of his son's wimpy grasp, pulling his head away from the tasted groin. With a whimper, the boy reached out weakly, trying to draw the father's head down once more, but it evaded the red paws' grasp easily. The Zoroark swooped lower, grabbing his son just above his knees and squishing the splayed-ness he displayed together. A sack was drawn taunt between the thighs, and the Zorua's tail rose instinctually at the pressure, exposing a bright pink pucker. The fleshy entrance pulsed as the Zoroark blew on it, signaling his approach to the sphincter. Then, carefully, he extended his tongue to the rectum, placing the organ just on the outside of the ring of muscle. With a slow stroke, the Zoroark's tongue swept from bottom to top, dipping slightly as it salivated into the puckered hole.

It had a slightly bitter taste, along with the dash of saltiness that comes along with the oils flesh secretes. Zeke continued his elongated licks, down and up, left and right, around the rim and into the tight. The fluffy tail underneath his chin wagged happily from the attention its creator was giving, freezing in pleasure whenever the flat tip of the tongue darted inwards. Still, it was a futile exercise. There could have been quarts upon quarts of saliva spread against the fleshy walls, spat onto the exterior, and smeared down the tight tunnel, but it would still be much too small for the Zoroark's cock. For that, a few thick fingers were needed, and they quickly arrived, probing against a tight virgin anus.

With lustful grin, Zeke pressed them inward, stretching out the rectum painfully wide with just one prober. Zo only cried out weakly, still dazed by the tingling sensation that ran through his bottom. A second finger joined the first, and this time they circled around each other, widening the pink hole further. The flesh reddened as the two claws picked at it and invaded, Zo yelping when the two appendages spread further for a deep look at the Zorua's insides.

"D-daddy..." he muttered feebly, "it hur's..."

Lost in lust, the Zoroark could barely comprehend the words, let alone reply to them. Still, a small glimmer of love and feeling sparked with them, and compassion returned to Zeke's eyes. "Don't worry Zo... it always hurts at the beginning. But once we get past that, we'll have lots of fun..."

"P-promise?"

Zeke looked at the indigo-blue stall walls. "I promise."

"I-if Daddy s-says..." the boy returned, biting his lower lip. Zeke sighed, and stood to his feet. He grabbed the Zorua-boy, supporting his back and rear as he spun him once more, trading places yet again. Like a puppet master manipulating a mannequin, he positioned his son over his thickening cock. It was still damp from the Zorua's saliva, not to mention the addition of a hearty coating of cum. The boy hovered over the tip of the seven inch beast, nearly a quarter of the size of him. He sunk, the head prodding against his entrance, already too small and retightened. He cried out as the member pierced through his lubricated defenses, plowing deeper into his ass-flesh.

With gentle strokes, the Zoroark petted his son's back as his cock sunk into the immeasurably snug rump. Even the tiniest of movements were met with a clenched resistance that suckled and vibrated around his member. The flesh quivered as he penetrated, one hand supporting his son's rear with a light squeeze and the other rubbing the fluffed backfur. Soon, through the cum-filled protruding stomach, a small lump from the Zoroark's own cock formed, pressing out against the skin that confined it. The lump ran higher along the Zorua's belly, passing his bellybutton and then even popping out just beneath his ribcage. There it stopped, unable to go any higher- the Zoroark had managed to get his entire length inside his son by some sort of obscene miracle.

Grunting, Zeke stopped his sluggish push, breathing heavily as his groin rubbed lewdly against his son's rear. The boy's tail had curled itself high, nearly forming a loop from its curvature. Crystal tears stained the grey-furred cheeks, and each soft sob sent shudders down his entire body, upsetting the cock holstered inside of him with sudden clamps and heated embraces. He furled his paws as his whimpers dwindled, clasping clumps of the Zoroark's chestfur in them as they did, and his sniffles slowed to a stop. Opening clenched eyes to a squint, he fell forward, nuzzling against his father's chest. The cock inside him slid out just slightly as he did so, electing a meep of pain from Zo, and a grunt of pleasure from Zeke.

The Zoroark's arm wrapped his son into an embrace, pulling the boy closer to his steadily beating heart. He stroked the Zorua's curved back with a single finger that trailed down his spine. Shivers arced down his back sending a spasming clench through his rear that smothered his father's cock with a meaty embrace. Soon, the throbbing pain in his rear began to ebb away to a dull pleasure, getting sharper as the member lodged deep inside his virgin ass began to move once more. It pulled out slowly, as if torturing the boy with the fleshy meat he now wanted, until it reversed and begin to creep back inside of him. Deliberately gradual thrusts, back and forth, in and out of that tight Zorua ass. The Zoroark gushed precum, its slickness seeping into the anal walls around him and aiding in his movement.

His pace increased, just barely enough to be noticeable. Even so, Zo realized and shook his rump to the shifting of his father's cock, trying to squeeze and choke every last drop of its slimy pre out of it. The tip jabbed inside of him as he did so, battering against a still-developing prostate and sending a spasm up his member. He clenched, rear walls sealing themselves and grabbing onto his father's dick as though it was a piece of meat vital to life. The boy's lust seemed to become insatiable as instinct rewired his brain into taking the dick aggressively, forcing it deeper into his rear as his pleasure grew larger.

Zeke too was feeling the presence of instinct, his thrusts gradually losing his tempered control and becoming wilder and wilder. They sped into the Zorua, now twice as fast as his beginning speed, and accelerating beyond that. A clawed hand moved from the small of Zo's back to his crotch, feeling through the bouncing crotchfur until it reached a small pecker that jutted out just slightly. He took it into his grasp, the uncut boycock still twitching as he continued pound himself into the rear. His red claws toyed with the excess skin at the tip- pulling at it just enough for it to snap back down and cause the Zorua to cry out in pleasure.

He teased the member to its fullest hardness, pulling the foreskin back to reveal a sweaty cocktip, no precum in sight. With repeated strokes down the member's small shaft, Zeke pleasured his son, making certain that the boy's orgasm, albeit dry, would come before his. His fingertips vanished into a swift red blur as he masturbated the Zorua-boy, a rapid series of strokes and squeezes designed to milk every last drop of pleasure out of the boy's body. His claw pressed against the underside of his loose skin, dragging it along with the quick yanks.

Zo's eyes crossed as his pleasure began to breach the threshold for his conscious mind to recognize it- he relied completely on instinct now as his father's speedy fingers worked his small member to its bursting point. They squeezed and slid the foreskin back, exposing the moist cockhead once more as a claw trailed and flicked the head deftly, a gong ringing inside a temple. This tiny motion had pushed the boy off the edge, and with a loud howl his body shuddered with dry orgasmic pleasure.

The Zorua fell forward into his father's arms, forcing the Zoroark to lose his grip as the boy enveloped him in a tight, squashing hug. His claws extended naturally, attempting to poke holes in his father's back where they terminated to no avail. They uselessly scratched at his dad's long ponytail, grabbing clumps of fur to squeeze as his orgasm ran its agonizingly pleasurable course. His toes curled and feet kicked on both sides of the Zoroark, whistling through the air as they seized. The spasms continued throughout his legs and thighs, his tail twitching through the air as if having a seizure.

His insides too faced a similar reaction, with rectal walls pulsing and flaring, increasing in heat as more and more blood rushed through his small body. The boy's heart pounded adrenaline through his veins, and he panted raspily into his father's ear while still riding his dad's cock. Grasping warmth embraced the Zoroark's member as his son's orgasm had its final throws, pulling and stroking out an orgasm from the father too. It clenched and milked at him, suckling like the boy's sweet, sweet mouth from before, a wet hole begging for a load of Daddy's cum.

Then, with a loud grunt that echoed through the bathroom, he released his seed deep inside his son, allowing it to futilely attempt to fertilize the fleshy rectal walls that surrounded it tightly on all side except one. The flood of white goop dashed through the boy's intestines, pumping them full of protein filled goods until they too were inflated much like his stomach was. Zo groaned as he felt himself become fuller than ever, hiccupping up the taste of semen once more as his ass was filled with what could have been gallons of it. Zeke pulled out, still spurting thick helpings of his goop into the boy's grey fur, coating it once more with white. He fell backwards, breathing heavily as his son rested against his chest with a slimy cock still throbbing and juicing between the cheeks of his rear.

An idle hand shuffled through the Zorua's fur while the two basked in the afterglow. He patted the boy warmly on the back, who had fallen asleep against his father's warm chest, a sleep that could have lasted forever, had it not been for the sudden banging of a bathroom door being kicked open once more.

"Ah shit, it reeks of sex in here- that pig was right!" A voice said from the bathroom entrance.

"Alright pervert," another said, "come on out so we can put you on the banned shoppers list!" A notable threat, had Zeke been intent on shopping here ever again. Their yelling awoke Zo who yawned loudly, a yawn that sounded alike to a cry out.

"Sick bastard's got a kid in there; he's a pedophile to boot!"

"Kick the door down!"

An orange footpaw bashed through the flimsy plywood stall-door, and a stocky built Arcanine stepped in. "Jesus, semen's fucking all over this kid- he's bloated with it too! Alright slimeball, you're under arrest!"

Zeke smirked, as if they could take an Illusion Pokémon so easily. Tightening his grip around Zo, he vanished into the thin air, leaving only an afterimage of him and his cummed upon son behind. Within a second he had appeared on the other side of the Arcanine troop, red claws stained with blood.

"Humph," he sighed, "Too easy."

He flicked the blood off of his claws and vanished once more.