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The Sol of the Dragon's Temple was killed only five days prior. Seen didn't know this. But then again, Seen didn't know most of what went on in the world outside the ranch. He never watched or read any news, not that he thought it was all fake--which much of it was--,just that the outside world rarely interested him. Pokémon breeders originally built that ranch just outside Solaceon town. When they died, only Seen was old enough to inherit it, and he knew nothing of Pokémon breeding. So he took what he did know, and oh boy did he know it, and made it into quite an affluent living for himself and his two siblings.

These siblings were very strange. Indeed, so was the family as a whole going back as many generations as they had kept track of. In fact, all that's to be told would not be too terribly interesting if it weren't worth noting just how bizarre this family was. For if they weren't so strange, they probably would never have gotten mixed up in such a ruckus to begin with. But they were, and they did.

It all started on that fifth night after the Sol's death. Rain beat against the roof, echoing through the hardwood walls. Seen, in only his Pichu boxers, stood on his heated slate floor, over his stainless steel range about two meters long, staring down, hypnotized, at a grilled cheese sandwich in a huge cast-iron skillet. One might imagine what thoughts he was lost in, given the bulge the ran down the length of one pant leg of his boxers, but Seen was, in fact, not aroused.

Seen stared at his grilled cheese sandwich, perhaps waiting for it to take the same fiery red shade as his hair that stuck out in every imaginable direction--due either to negligence or library paste, no one ever knew for sure. Or maybe he was waiting to put some meat on that toothpick like body of his, which was practically embarrassing for someone standing a full two meters tall.

Seen stared at his grilled cheese sandwich when the old-timey cherry saloon doors to the kitchen swung open, and two dripping wet, large, burly men in gray jumpsuits, ascots, and those tacky vinyl boots and gloves barged in. They held a short, skinny boy with long technicolor hair and flower tattoos in arm locks, with duct tape over his mouth.

Seen startled, but calmed and yawned when he saw the big red R logos on those jumpsuits. Seen did, in fact, have an idea what was going on. He just had the wrong idea, which accounted for his lackluster attitude despite the fact that the boy they held struggled and screamed into his duct tape.

"Seriously, Tala, do you have to do this on a Sunday night?" Seen asked. "The ranch is closed tomorrow! Can't you let me oversleep just one fucking day of the week?"

"We've got you're little brother Seen!" a Rocket Grunt shouted.

"Yeah, I can see that," Seen said through a yawn.

"I said we've got you're little brother Seen!" the Rocket Grunt shouted again.

"Be sure to put him back where you found him," Seen mumbled, and turned back to his grilled cheese sandwich.

Seen flipped his pan and landed the grilled cheese sandwich on the burner next to him. He mumbled some swear words, ignoring the clicking of a gun safety to pick up the grilled cheese sandwich in his hands and flop it back onto the pan.

"You don't get it, do you Seen?!" the Rocket Grunt shouted. "Get out the Rampardos!"

The click, buzz, and shing of an opening pokéball drew Seen's gaze. He saw a very large Rampardos stomping on the floor, crushing the slate tile, and one of the Rocket Grunts waving a pistol at him.

Seen sighed and rolled his eyes. "You're paying for the floor Tala, 'cause there's no fucking way you're dragging me into this on a Sunday night."

"You don't get it Seen!" the Rocket Grunt shouted. "You don't tell us what you know, and we're going to make Rampardos here ass-rape your little brother!"

"Rrrramparrrdosss!!!" Rampardos roared, and stomped the floor again.

"Well... have fun with that," Seen mumbled, and looked back at his grilled cheese sandwich.

"You don't fucking get it Seen!" the Rocket Grunt shouted again. "We're really going to make Rampardos ass-rape your little brother unless you tell us what you know!"

"You're going to do that anyway, aren't you?" Seen asked. "I mean, that's what he paid you for, isn't it?"

"You got your last warning Seen!" the Rocket Grunt shouted. "Rampardos?"

"Rrrramparrrdosss!!!" Rampardos roared.

Seen did notice the one-third meter long, iron-gray cock, with its many rings evenly spaced down its length, hanging between Rampardos's legs. The cock was slicked with what Seen thought was lube, but was actually precum. The two Rocket Grunts bent Tala over the granite counter of the kitchen's island and yanked down his pink panties, paying no regard to them or to the row of stubs piercing his member. Seen kept staring at his grilled cheese sandwich as the Rampardos grabbed Tala's legs and ground his hips into the boy's ass a few times before his length stood all the way up. After a few thrusts, Rampardos found his mark. With a slurp, he slipped his cock into Tala's asshole and hilted it.

Rampardos paused, huffed, and shook his head at just how easily he slid his entire length into this boy, and how the boy merely whimpered from being penetrated, rather than screaming and struggling. Rampardos got over his confusion quickly and glided his cock back and forth, squicking as he slid his length in and out of Tala's asshole.

"You see this Seen?" the Rocket Grunt shouted. "Rampardos is ass raping your little brother Seen! You see this? Rampardos is ass raping your little brother! Now tell us what the fuck you know!"

Seen yawned again and slid his grilled cheese sandwich onto a plate resting on another burner. He turned toward the Rocket Grunts and the raping Rampardos, waving his pan at them as he talked.

"You want me to tell you everything I know?"

"Everything!" the Rocket Grunt shouted.

Seen rolled his eyes. "Everything I know, huh. Where do I start? The current Pokémon League world champion is Jack Red. Most Pokémon who aren't compatible with TMs are bug types. Solaceon Town began as nothing but a rest stop on a dirt road. Team Rocket is the only major multiregional crime syndicate founded by a woman. The fuck?!"

Seen recoiled at the bang and force as a Rocket Grunt fired his pistol, punching a sizeable dent in his pan. At the same time, Rampardos grunted and pulled his cock out of Tala's anus, spilling his pasty, bluish cum out of the boy, inciting Tala to roll his eyes and sigh.

"That pan was a fucking heirloom from my fucking dad you fucking pieces of Garbador shit! I mean..." Seen stopped screaming, looked and squinted at the pan, its dent, and the bullet lodged inside. "bent iron... no paint... brass jacket... real gun." Seen looked at the Rocket Grunts. "Are you trying to say Tala didn't hire you to dress like Rocket Grunts and ass rape him with a Rampardos?"

"Is this guy a nutbar?" the armed Rocket Grunt whispered to the other.

"He's got to know something. It happened right outside this ranch!" the other whispered back.

"Holy shit," Seen said. "Tala didn't hire you to dress like Rocket Grunts and ass rape him with a Rampardos."

"I don't think he knows anything," the armed Rocket Grunt whispered.

"What do we do?" the other whispered back.

The armed rocket grunt waved his pistol at Seen. "Tomorrow at midnight, you've got a reservation at the Seven Stars restaurant. We'll talk there. If you're not there, you're dead."

"Rampardos, return!" the other Rocket Grunt shouted, and called Rampardos back into his Pokéball.

The Rocket Grunts shoved Tala to the floor, into the puddle of Pokémon spunk. They slinked backwards out of the kitchen, keeping their eyes on Seen the whole time. Seen sighed, shook his head, then grabbed and took a bite out of his grilled cheese sandwich.

Seen swallowed and looked at Tala. "So you really didn't hire those guys to dress like Rocket Grunts and ass rape you with a Rampardos?"

Tala shook his head and shouted muffles through the duct tape over his mouth.

"Holy shit," Seen whispered. "You really didn't hire those guys to dress like Rocket Grunts and ass rape you with a Rampardos!"

Seen dropped the pan and approached Tala. He lifted his little brother by the shoulder, pulled Tala's panties back up, and swiped the duct tape off of his face in one hand, still eating his grilled cheese sandwich with his other. Tala yelped as the duct tape came off.

"Couldn't you've let that Rampardos rape me at least one more time?" Tala asked.

Seen sneered and shoved the duct tape crookedly back over Tala's mouth and shoved his best authoritarian finger into his brother's face. "You're being held hostage at gunpoint and you still insist on being the biggest fucking slut in the world? Shit, Tala! I don't give a fuck that those really were Rocket Grunts! You're still paying for the floor!"

With that, Seen turned and stomped away, angrily gnawing at his grilled cheese sandwich. Annoyed and lackluster as he was, Seen knew how much trouble he was in. But then again, that pan the rocket grunt blew away was an heirloom from his father. And Seen wouldn't stand for strangers braking into his home and shooting up his memories. Seen stomped out of the kitchen.

--2--

Later that night, a pale girl with hair dyed pink and pulled back into a pony tail laid out on a large, puffy, chocolate leather couch. She rested her head on a red velvet pillow, her eyes lidded, and her arms reaching into her unbuttoned jeans to lazily swirl their middle fingers around her waxed pussy.

From above, past the red curtains that surrounded the theatre room, an old iron projector played an old thirty-five film reel onto the projector-screen while old wooden cabinet speakers played its soundtrack.

The girl sighed as she brought a skinny, steely arm out of her pants and to her mouth and sucked the juice off her middle finger. The hand unzipped her black poly shirt, exposing her braless D-Cups beneath. And an odd sight they were, so large but with tiny bubble-gum pink areolas. She bit her lip and yawned as she dug a plain, clipped-back fingernail into her nipple and shoved the middle finger of her other hand inside her. She sniffed as it sent a cold snap into her back.

The clunky old projector chittered as it played its film.

The girl's eyes glazed over as soft seventies funk played over the movie of an empty gym--for humans--with unattended weights and benches in the background, and mirrored walls. An extremely tall and lanky man with long platinum-blonde hair stood nude and waxed on the hardwood floor, save his black chucks. He stood, legs apart, holding up the legs of a similarly tall and thin Pokémon lying on the bench in front of him. The Pokémon mmfd and wagged his red tail as the man spread apart his legs and thrust his enormous, oiled cock in and out of the Pokémon's asshole. The man hilted the Pokémon especially hard, inciting the Zoroark to grunt.

As the man slipped his cock in and out of the Zoroark's squeezing asshole, a short, curvy, barely pudgy woman with DDs and large, dark nipples stood above Zoroark. She clutched the edges of the bench, bouncing her hips up and down, riding Zoroark's venous pink cock. She slipped his knot in and out of her pussy. Her cunt was red and distended with floppy lips from the pussy pump that now lay on the floor. Her puffed up pussy dribbled and slurped as it engulfed Zoroark's knot, then slipped it back out.

Zoroark grumbled as the woman stopped fucking him for a moment to lower her body onto his. Her breasts squished against his mane, and her own auburn hair draped over his head. She grabbed the back of the bench and began humping Zoroark again.

The camera zoomed in as the woman shoved her lips against Zoroark's muzzle. They moaned and groaned as they openly swirled their tongues around each other, dripping their mixed salivas down Zoroark's red cheeks and making him smile. The camera zoomed out, showing the woman thrusting her hips up and down, swallowing Zoroark's cock again and again into her bloated cunt. She threw drops of juice into the air with each swing of her hips. It showed the man throwing his head back with eyes shut and teeth clenched as he huffed and sped up his own fucking of Zoroark's asshole.

The actors performed in sync. The man thrust into Zoroark as the woman lifted her hips. She shoved her pussy back onto Zoroark's cock as the man slipped his own almost out of the Pokémon's asshole. Zoroark merely lay on his back, atop the bench, arms splayed out over the sides, enjoying the treatment.

The seventies funk got a little more excited as the man and woman began thrusting more vigorously. The Zoroark sniffed and opened his eyes from the surprise, showing a blue right eye and a gold left eye.

A shadow fell over the girl on the couch enjoying her Pokémon porn.

"Toys ma'am?" a shallow, breathy voice said.

"Thanks Butler," the girl replied.

The girl glanced upward at a thin, pale skinned man with the deep lines of middle-age, a gray moustache, and a fiery red pony-tail flowing to the small of his back. He wore aviator sunglasses and dressed in a red twill vest over a black dress shirt and pinstripe slacks. He held out a silver platter.

The girl reached an arm from her breast to the platter. She ran her hand over a variety of dildos, plugs, beads, and bottles and tubes filled with who knows what, before settling on a clear silicone pussy pump with a black bulb and hose from a blood pressure cuff, similar to the one on screen. Butler set the platter on a glass end table after she grabbed it.

The girl stuck the pump between her legs and began squeezing the bulb. She closed her eyes and sighed repeatedly as she engorged her pussy as fast as she could. Warm feelings crawled from her vaginal walls up the muscles in her back, and returned to them as additional tingles and wetness.

The girl opened her eyes and watched the movie, squeezing the bulb occasionally to keep up the vacuum, and letting her pussy completely fill the space inside the pump before pulling it off with a pop. She gasped and chewed her tongue as air brushed against her sex. She dug her fingers into her cunt and scratched its roof. Her other hand grabbed her red, bulging outer labs and shook them back and forth. Butler narrowed his eyes, smiled, and listened to the swishing as the girl rattled her distended pussy like a small water balloon, throwing drops of fluid into the air.

So swollen, the girl's pussy felt ice cold from the air's touch, and burning hot from the touch of her hands. She looked up at the ceiling, only listening to the moans and nasty sounds of sex from the old video. She squeezed her legs against her hands, trying to rid her swollen pussy of the biting cold air. She whimpered as she squeezed her mound with one hand, digging her nails into the flesh, and scratched her dripping insides with the nails of her other. Both thumbs reached under her hood and scratched her clit, now swollen like a gumdrop. She wriggled her shoulders as crawling feelings overtook her pussy, then her toes, and finally her spine. The pleasure exploded in her sex and she cried out loud. She throbbed and ached between her legs, painfully from her pumped pussy. She bent her knees, lifted her hips, and sprayed her juices all over her breasts and stomach. After catching her breath, she opened her eyes.

"Do you need help with that Ma'am?" Butler asked.

"No thanks Butler," the girl answered. "I'll get it myself."

True to her word, the girl brought a hand up to rub her breasts and stomach, wiping up as much of her cum as she could, spilling some on the couch. She brought her hand her to face and inhaled. She giggled under her breath at how her cum smelled like Corn Pops. She licked her palm and fingers clean and giggled again at how she even tasted like Corn Pops.

The girl sighed and let her head fall, continuing to watch the movie. At that same time, the buxom woman onscreen had her arms wrapped around the Zoroark's shoulders as he sniveled and whined. She ground her hips against his crotch up close, almost shivering her inflated cunt against his cock. The sucking sounds hastened and loudened until they overwhelmed the room. She squeezed his cock, greedily keeping his knot inside her until Zoroark cried out and reached up to grab her shoulders. The woman kept up her grinding, rubbing her face into Zoroark's mane as his cloudy, watery cum trickled out of her pussy.

At the same time, the lanky man still held up Zoroark's legs, which squeezed his hips and dug their claws into his ass cheeks. He held still, and his own limp cock slipped out of Zoroark's asshole from the force of the woman fucking him. Zoroark still wagged his tail as a trail of the man's gluey white human cum seeped out of his asshole and onto the base of his tail.

The girl on the couch heard a twist, creak, and click, then footsteps heading toward her. She sighed and scowled at her interruption.

Butler looked up, "Good evening, Seen."

"Get the fuck out of here unless you got some fucking booze in your hands," she grumbled.

"Nice to see you too, Lila," Seen fussed. "And this is an emergency, so I think I'm entitled to interrupt your reminiscing."

"Not when it comes to mom and dad, you're not. Now get me some fucking whiskey or get the fuck out of--Owe! Shit!"

Butler snickered under his breath as a quarter-full bottle of Bowmore hit Lila's head and fell over, spilling from its spout onto her pussy. Lilia grabbed the bottle, sat up, grumbled, and rubbed her head. She crossed her legs and sucked scotch out of the spout. Seen vaulted himself overt the back of the couch, landing on the cushion next to her. He wore only a pair of faded old jeans.

"Mom and dad made other pornos, you know," Seen told his little sister.

Lila pulled the spout from her mouth and huffed after swallowing, "Yeah, but this one's my favorite. This is the one where they made me."

Seen turned sharply to Lila with a furrowed brow. "How come you never told me that?"

Lila took another suck of scotch and shrugged her shoulders. "I thought I did. So what's the emergency?"

Seen looked back at the film and bit his lip. "Team Rocket visited us last night. They thought I knew something, so they ass-raped Tala with a Rampardos to get me to talk."

Lila snorted, "I'll bet he loved every second of that."

Seen smirked and shook his head with his eyes closed. "He wanted more when they were gone. Anywho, they left after they figured out I didn't know anything, told me to meet them at Seven Stars tomorrow night after battling hours are over."

"Why the fuck should we do that?" Lila asked.

"Cause they shot dad's old pan, that's why," Seen answered.

"The one he always used to make us Stroganoff with?"

Seen nodded.

Lila sneered and sucked down another sip of scotch. "Those fucking pricks! I'm going to shove that pan right up their assholes! Hot off the burner too!" With a sigh, Lila's anger disappeared and she turned to Seen. "But you still owe me for interrupting my reminiscing... and for dropping the bottle on my head."

"Dammit Lila," Seen sighed. "I was threatened gunpoint and didn't even know it until it was too late. Do you really have to--"

"Yes, I have to!" Lila interrupted. "Now put on a good show and fuck Butler's brains out for me."

Seen sighed and shrugged. He stood and turned to Butler, who now appeared as a Zoroark with a grayed old muzzle and paws, wearing the same red twill vest and aviator sunglasses, but nothing else.

"You up to it Butler?" Seen asked.

Butler removed his sunglasses and smiled at Seen, revealing a blue right eye and a gold left eye. "Always," his voice echoed in Seen's mind.

Seen knew how much Lila hated foreplay and loved roughness. He immediately stepped up to the Zoroark. He then shoved Butler back, who fell gracefully onto the massive, gothic, dark-stained coffee table in front of the couch. Butler sighed and grabbed the edges of the coffee table like he had the bench in the movie. Butler propped his feet up on the corners and wagged his tail, displaying his pink asshole. Seen roughly shoved his pants down and kicked them away, revealing his own fully waxed body. He stepped atop the coffee table and stepped forward, standing above Butler's face. He knelt onto his knees. His cock fully revealed itself larger when flaccid than most porn stars were when hard. And that wasn't all. His balls filled his scrotum up to the size of a softball. Seen's crotch didn't seem human, especially since the skin of his scrotum also seemed thicker than it should, creating a shapely round package to hold and rub rather than hanging low from the weight.

Butler growled under his breath, closed his eyes, and lifted his muzzle. He wanted to sniff and lick Seen's flaccid, uncut cock, but instead clamped his muzzle onto it immediately, knowing Lila's tastes. Seen dropped his head and sighed, closing his eyes from the sensation. Butler Shoved his muzzle forward, taking only half of it, and pulled backwards, sucking and clutching it with his tongue.

"What's with the weak-ass blowjob?" Lila whined. "I want to see you sodomize him."

"I can't sodomize him unless I'm hard, Lila," Seen said.

"Fine," Lila huffed.

Seen breathed sharply as Butler's tongue wriggled its way inside of Seen's foreskin. He swirled his tongue around Seen's head, like sucking off another Pokémon's cock while still in its sheath. The thought, more than the feeling, made seen gasp and wriggle his shoulders from itches in his spine. Seen's cock throbbed and grew from the stimulation. A few more seconds and Seen was fully erect. With a pop and gulp, he pulled his member out of Butler's muzzle. Glossy saliva coated it and dripped back onto Butler's tongue as Seen stood. Seen's cock reach upward almost to his chest, a sight made all the more seemingly inhuman by Seen's height.

Seen stepped back and hopped off the table. Mimicking the film, he lifted Butler's legs around his hips. Lila stared, narrowed her eyes, and bit her lip as Seen pulled back his foreskin, pulling threads of Butler's saliva between his foreskin and head. Seen took time to line up, and hilted himself inside Butler's pink asshole with one thrust. As he'd done for Seen's father, Butler mmfd and wagged his red tail as Seen pulled his legs further apart and slammed his length through Butler's rectum. The saliva's use as lube wore off in seconds, but it made no difference to Butler. With his experience, Butler could take Seen dry. And despite being coerced into the act, Seen grinned at fucking Butler, for the Zoroark was one of the few partners who could take him to the hilt while still giving his cock enough friction and pressure. He huffed every time he hilted Butler, and Butler continued mmfing every time Seen hilted him.

Lila smirked and reached between two couch cushions, digging out the old pussy pump. By that time, her pussy somewhat resembled a normal pussy, and she wouldn't have that. She stuck the pump between her legs and ferociously squeezed the bulb. She sighed and bit her cheek softly as her sex reddened and expanded. Soon, it filled the pump again. She looked past Seen and Butler to watch her parents on screen again.

The funk's brass and drums ceased some time ago, then having only a slap bass and a telecaster with the Wah-Wah cranked up to the max. On screen, the mother laid her back on the bench, staring at the camera with narrow eyes. Her legs were spread and fell over the sides of the bench. A still young Zoroark was on his hands and knees with his muzzle buried in her crotch. He bared his fangs as he circled his muzzle around the mother's pussy, stuffing his tongue inside her as far as he could, noisily sucking his own cum from inside her, and dripping it from his chin onto the floor. The father kneeled on his knees, thrusting hard into Zoroark's asshole yet again. With his own cum now coating the Zoroark's rectum, the father's cock became quite noisy as it slid in and out.

The Zoroark stopped eating out the mother and looked up at her. He squinted and cocked his head.

"What was that Butler?" the mother asked in a voice much like little brother Tala's. Butler cocked his head the other way. "Oh, no more left? That's alright. I feel like getting sandwiched anyway. You can take my ass. That sound good to you?"

"Enough with the show," Lila said. "I feel like having a sandwich myself."

Butler smiled and nodded.

On screen, the young Butler smiled and nodded. Clearly, they heard him telepathically, but that didn't translate to video. Butler stood, pulling the father's length out of his ass with a pop. Butler grunted and reached down to grab the mother by her shoulders. He slid his paws down her arms and pulled her up to stand. The Mother immediately wrapped her hands around Butler's head and shoved her muzzle into his. As the father stepped between her and the bench, Butler and the mother shoved their tongues deep into each other's mouths and rubbed their faces together in circles as they slurped each other's saliva down their throats.

The father wrapped his arms around the mother's chest and pulled her around, out of her kiss with the Zoroark, to plant his own lips on hers. His flat face fitting against hers, the father's kiss was far quieter than Butler's. Butler shoved his body against the mother and wrapped his arms around her. His right paw rhythmically kneaded her right breast, while his left stroked up and down just inside her labs, wetting its fur and eliciting sighs from the mother.

Wagging his tail, Butler ground his hips against the mother's ass-cheeks. The father reached down to grab his own cock and guide it to the entrance of her pussy. Butler's claws spread her lips for him to enter, and he thrust inside her, making her yelp and jerk her hips toward his. The mother broke her kiss with the father and shoved her head into his chest, breathing hard as he fucked her. Butler moved his right paw to her left breast and continued kneading. His other paw strayed from her pussy and guided his own venous cock between her ass-cheeks until it found its mark. Butler thrust, stuffing his cock into the mother's asshole, stopping at his knot.

The force knocked all three of them over onto the bench. They all yelped on landing, but soon composed themselves and began fucking in rhythm. The father supported himself on the bench with one arm while his other hand kneaded the mother's right breast. He thrust into her pussy as Butler pulled back. Butler's legs splayed out to the sides of the bench, standing in an awkward half-squad. He wagged his tail and thrust into the mother's asshole as the father pulled back. One paw kneaded the mother's right breast while the other wrapped around her midriff. He growled as he licked up and down behind the mother's left ear. The mother supported herself on the bench with one arm while her other reached behind to scratch Butler's neck through his mane. She pushed her head back against Butler's shoulder and whimpered at being fucked from both ends.

Off screen, Lila shoved herself up to sit, glancing back and forth between the movie and the show her brother gave her. She held the pump against her pussy and kept squeezing the bulb until it stayed flat. She stood. Swaying side to side, she sauntered to the coffee table and laid a hand on Seen's shoulder.

"Off Seen," Lila said. "I want Butler taking my pussy. You can have my ass."

"Why?" Seen grumbled.

"Because you're dick's too small," Lila grumbled back.

"It is not!" Seen shouted.

"We can argue later, just get off."

Seen mumbled swear words under his breath and pulled out of Butler's ass with a soft sucking sound. Butler looked up at Lila and cocked his head at her. His own venous member extended from his sheath. He barely whimpered as clear precum dripped from its head down its length. The sight made Lila's mouth water and her eyes dilate. She ambled onto the coffee table, on her hands and knees above Butler. She reached down to pull the pump off her pussy with a pop, and tossed it to the floor. Her inflated, rose red cunt immediately trickled juice onto Butler's cock. She whined and squeezed her eyes shut from the freezing touch of the air against her swollen sex. She sighed in relief for a moment from the heat of Seen's hand grabbing her pussy, collecting a small puddle of her juice in his hand, and then whined again when he removed it.

Seen brought his hand to his own cock and stroked it with his sister's sex fluids. His strokes echoed through the theatre as fluids dripped through his fingers onto Butler's wagging tail. Seen let go of his cock pushed his hips against Lila's ass sticking out over the end of the coffee table. With no care or warning, Seen grabbed his sister's ass cheeks, pried them apart, and stuffed his cock into her anus with a grunt, just the way she liked.

Lila grunted in turn and thrust her hips down, stabbing Butler's cock into her swollen red pussy. The three fornicators soon formed a steady rhythm, mimicking their parents and Butler's younger self on screen. Seen held Lila's hips in his arms. He let his head fall back, panting. Seen pulled Lila's hips toward him as he shoved his length into Lila's rectum, pulling Butler's knot from her cunt. Lila thrust down to swallow Butler's knot as Seen pulled back. Butler lay still, enjoying the attention. Lila pressed her face into Butler's red mane, furrowing her brow and whining as she drooled into his fur.

On screen, the young Butler threw his head back and growled as he slowed and strengthened his thrusts. The wet sound of his cock slipping through the mother's ass loudened as watery, gray cum spilled from between his cock and her hole. The father did the same, breathing hard as he shot his cum inside the mother's pumped up pussy, unknowingly creating the girl whom their then young butler now fucked. Butler and the father both stilled, panting. The mother, not satisfied, brought a hand down to her crotch and frigged circles around her distended clit. Seeing this, Butler brought his own paw around and pushed her hand out of the way. He took the mother's place, frigging her clit in circles as fast as he could. His blunt claws gave far harder stimulation than the mother's flat fingernails, and he could move his paws much faster. In only a few seconds, the mother arched her back and cried as she spilled her female cum all over the father's crotch. She grabbed his paw to still it from hurting her now hypersensitive clit.

The older Butler's head fell to the side, and he smirked watching the video. Heat from deep in his pelvis crawled into his urethra, along with the pressure of yet another load building inside him. Hoping to time their orgasms together, Butler brought a paw up to grab her swollen, gumdrop clit and frigg it side-to-side as fast as he could in a blur of motion. Sudden, aching pleasure overwhelmed Lila's clit and swollen pussy as Butler both fucked and frigged her. Her chest lightened and tingled, and crawling feelings forced her legs to tense and her toes to curl. Lila pushed her head harder into Butler's mane as she cried and briefly sprayed clear, female cum onto Butler's crotch, drenching his fur. She did not stop Butler's stimulations as her mother had to. At the same time, Butler shut his eyes, grit his teeth, and growled and he squirted a thin but steady stream of gray, watery cum into Lila like a squirt gun. Butler succeeded.

After some odd seconds, Lila and Butler came down from their orgasms and relaxed against each other. Lila's pussy began to shrink back from the effects of the pump, and Butler's cock began to shrink back into his sheath.

Seen still fucked Lila's asshole hard. His wet noises from plowing Lila's rectum were the only ones remaining. Like Butler, Seen soon felt the heat in his pelvis meet the pressure in his urethra. He pounded Lila's ass harder, grunting as he did, just as he knew Lila liked. He dug his nails into the flesh of Lila's ass-cheeks, leaving behind red marks. His own chest lightened, and his own toes curled as Seen sighed and unloaded his thicker, whiter cum into Lila's rectum in streams, many times more than Butler could manage. Soon, he too calmed, and the three fornicators basked in mutual afterglow.

The seventies funk faded out, and the picture on screen turned to grainy white strobes as the projector ran out of film.

Seen pulled his softening cock from Lila's ass and flopped onto the couch. His cum briefly gushed out of her asshole and pooled on the carpet. Lila sat up on her knees, pulling Butler's cock from her entirely. She stepped backward onto the floor, yawned, and stretched back as the different cums rain in trails down her legs. Butler pushed himself up to sit, then stood, his chest wet with Lila's drool, and his pelvis dripping with her juices.

"Thank's Butler," Seen yawned. "I needed that after what happened yesterday."

"Yeah. Thanks Butler," Lila said.

Butler smiled and bowed slightly with one paw on his chest and the other behind his back. "No need to thank. I am always on call to serve my masters," his voice echoed in their heads.

"So, are you going to help me with Team Rocket now?" Seen asked.

"No," Lila answered. "I'm taking care of them myself, and you and Tala are going to help me ."

Seen flipped his hands and rolled his eyes. "Typical," he grumbled.

--3--

The interior of the limo looked more like a disco. The cream leather seating hugged one wall and wrapped around the rear. A glass cupboard atop the red carpet hugged the other wall. Bottles of fine liquors sat in metal holders inside the cupboards, and a plasma TV on a swivel sat atop. Skylights carved in wavy shapes let in the passing city lights.

Seen sat on the seating against the wall. he scowled and sighed at the clothes Lila made him wear. Army boots and army pants? A black leather vest over a gold dress shirt? A black oil duster and leather fedora? It was stupid! Seen glanced at Tala, who looked no better in his frilly gray justaucorps over starched jeans and jean shirt. Tala whimpered and squirmed in his seat next to Seen. He constantly pulled at the crotch of his pants, trying to adjust them to some comfortable position that didn't exist. They both looked at Lila sitting in the back of the car, dressed in a black ballroom dress and armpit length suede gloves with many steel buckles. She fiddled with a green suitcase.

"Lila, I'm sure there's some reason you dressed us in these asinine costumes?" Seen said. "Actually, I'm not sure there's a reason."

"It's for the volume," Lila muttered.

"Well I don't give a Rattata's ass about volume, I just don't get why--"

"You wouldn't give a Rattata's ass about anything," Seen interrupted Tala. "You'd want it all to yourself."

"I'd be willing to share!" Tala shouted.

"Only in exchange for a bigger Pokémon ass," Seen muttered.

Tala growled and decided not to argue. "Anyway, as I was going to say, I don't understand why I have to dress like... dress like... dressed like--"

"Like what?" Seen asked.

"Like a male!" Tala whined.

"Oh, tough titty!" Lila growled. "Not mine of course. Mine are bouncy and supple as they get. But... you know what the fuck I'm talking about."

"No," Tala replied. "I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about."

"Shut up! It's not important!" Lila shouted. "What's important is the clothes give us all volume."

"For what?" Tala whined.

"For the Mac Tens," Lila answered.

"Wait," Seen said. "Mac Tens?"

Lila finally undid the lock on the suitcase, which fell open onto the floor, revealing loaded submachine guns and pokéballs within.

"Mac Ten machine pistols," Lila said. "Six of them, two for each of us to hide in our getups."

Tala gasped and climbed onto the seating, turning away and shielding his face as if expecting the guns to leap up and bite him. Seen gasped as well, but bent forward and looked closer.

"How the fuck did you get six machine guns?" Seen shouted. "And why the fuck are we bringing them into a restaurant?"

"To answer your first question, don't ask stupid questions," Lila answered. "And to answer your second question, it's all about logistics."

"Logistics?!" Tala shouted in fright.

"Yes, Tala! Logistics!" Lila replied. "That's why there's all the pokéballs too--eighteen of them, six for each of us. I asked a few of our clients if I could borrow their meanest Pokémon: Gyarados, Scollipede, Electivire, shit like that."

"That doesn't answer my question," Seen said. "Why the fuck are we bringing machine guns into a restaurant?"

"I told you, it's logistics!" Lila shouted back. "That's the key to victory. Lieutenants talk tactics. Colonels talk strategy. But generals talk logistics. You want to know how to win a fight? Then you go to the top. And the top'll tell you all you need to win a fight is more power. Not that I'm saying we should get into a firefight with Team Rocket, because I'm not the kind of girl who advocates using violence to solve problems, but just in case. So are you with me or not?"

Seen sighed, shrugged, and shook his head. "I guess so, but only out of sheer morbid curiosity."

"I'm not!" Tala shouted. "I hate guns!"

"Then why didn't you react to that piece that Rocket Grunt was waving around?" Seen asked.

"Well... I had plenty to distract me with," Tala answered.

Seen nodded and snapped his fingers. "Right. They were ass raping you with a Rampardos."

"But not now!" Seen shouted. "I swear I'll piss myself in front of everyone if I touch those!"

"That's perfect," Lila said. "You love it when people watch you piss yourself."

"Not when it's on accident!" Tala shouted.

"Oh, quit being such a candy-ass," Lila grumbled.

"I like being a candy-ass," Tala grumbled back.

"Shutup Tala," Seen said, and then turned to Lila. "What if they don't let us in with six Mac Tens stuffed in our pockets?"

Lila reared back and glowered in surprise. She shook her head frustration and waved a finger through the air, trying to think of a response. "That can't happen. It'll ruin all my preparation."

"But what if it does?" Seen asked.

Lila beat a fist on the glass cupboard, rattling the bottles inside and startling Seen and Tala. "It can't happen! It'll ruin all of my preparation! It can't happen. We'll just have to hide them real good, because It just can't happen."

Seen groaned and dropped his face into his hands and groaned.

--4--

"Why, exactly, are you dressed like that?" asked a man in jeans and a charcoal blazer.

Seen shrugged and shook his head. "My sister dressed me like this. She likes to humiliate me that way. Now are you going to let me do my trick or not?"

The man shrugged and shook his head. He brushed his fingers through his white hair and yawned. "Sure, I guess so. So what's this great magic you're talking about?"

Seen pointed at the full shot glass on the red granite countertop. "I can drink that shot of cognac without touching the glass and without using any tool of any kind. And if I can't, I owe you five bucks."

The middle-aged man nodded. "Go ahead then. Amaze me."

Seen smirked and nodded. He craned his neck side-to-side, bent back and cracked his sternum, then rolled his shoulders to limber them. He bent forward, glaring at the shot of cognac. He brought his hands forward, wriggling his fingers. The man leaned forward as well, watching intently. Seen then grabbed and upended the shot glass, downing the cognac. He set it down and sighed.

"You touched the glass," the man said, shaking his head.

"Damn," Seen whispered. "I guess I owe you five bucks."

Seen rummaged through a pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill to drop on the counter. He hopped off the oak and beige leather barstool and walked away. The man grabbed and pocketed the bill. He looked up at the mirrored wall with its packed tight with bottles of spirits. A pudgy, red skinned bartender with a black silk vest approached him.

"That's twenty bucks for the cognac."

The man squinted in confusion.

Seen walked across the fawn, diamond-pattern carpet toward a round, corner booth of beige leather and gold-stained oak. He sat down next to Lila, who leaned back with her nubuck anklestrap boots on the table. Tala sat next to her, still shuffling in his seat and pulling at the crotch of his jeans, trying in vain to make himself more comfortable. Seen waved his hand over the flame of a candle filling a stemless wineglass in boredom.

"Excuse me," a young female voice said.

The three looked up at a skinny teenage waitress with short blonde hair and the standard black silk vest. "Could you please remove your feet from the table, ma'am?"

Lila glared at the waitress, raising an eyebrow and chewing the inside of her cheek. The waitress shuffled on her feet and clasped her hands behind her back, nervous from the way Lila looked at her. Seen furrowed his brow, glancing back and forth between Lila and the waitress.

"For a two hundred percent tip, I can leave my feet on the table," Lila said.

The waitress sighed, slumped her shoulders, and walked off. Lila tilted her head back and squinted.

"You were checking her out," Seen said.

"I was not," Lila replied.

"Yes you were. You were doing the whole eyebrow raising, cheek biting thing you always do. And you were playing with your straps too. You want to tie her up."

Lila growled. "No I don't!"

"Oh, come on," Seen said. "You've got at least four inches and two bust-sizes on her. You can take her down like its nothing."

"Well, at least she'd be a better fuck than you're tiny cock is."

"There you go with the small cock shit again!" Seen shouted. "I do not have a small cock!"

"Shut up the both of you!" Tala shouted. "I got a much bigger problem than either of yours . My balls are starting to go numb! And I couldn't flirt with guys at the bar to get free drinks. They all thought I was a boy."

"Well, I guess they got it right for once," Seen grumbled.

Tala stopped fidgeting and scowled at Seen. "That's not fucking funny! And I haven't worn pants in over a year; I'm not used to it."

"Well I'm not used to wearing dresses, especially not ones stuffed with mac tens. But you don't hear me complaining," Lila responded.

Tala growled and continued fidgeting and pulling at the crotch of his jeans. Seen sighed and continued waving his hand back and forth over the candle-flame. Tala let her head fall back to see the city lights pouring in through the windows behind the booth.

"And I don't have a small dick," Seen grumbled.

"Yes you do," Lila grumbled back.

Seen slammed his hand against the table, startling Tala and Lila into looking at him. "My cock is fifteen inches long and two and a quarter inches thick! Now I don't know where the fuck you get your standards from, but as far as I know, that's not even supposed to be normally humanly possible!"

"It's not!" Tala interrupted, shaking his head. "Those aren't even your cells between your legs. And I thought you liked the metric system,"

"What?" Seen asked.

"You told us how many inches your cock was," Tala continued. "I thought you liked the metric system."

"Not all of it," Seen said. "I mean, I like liters. I like grams and kilograms. I absolutely fucking love Celsius. I just don't like meters and centimeters, that's all."

"Why not?" Tala asked.

Seen huffed. "Because it's just not convenient to say someone's one meter and seventy five centimeters tall. That's too many centimeters to keep track of. Besides, calling myself six foot six is a hell of a lot more impressive than calling myself two meters. Fuck! Why am I even talking about this?"

"Why are you talking about this?" Lila asked.

"I shouldn't be," Seen answered. "I should be talking about how my cock isn't small!"

"All I know is, when we fuck, I can't feel a thing unless it's anal," Lila said.

"That's because you've got a giant pussy!" Seen shouted. "I don't have a little cock! You've got a giant pussy!"

"And where the fuck would you get the standards of pussy size?" Lila asked. "I mean, do they have standardized pussy sizes for tampons? No! It's one size fits all."

"Look Lila!" Seen shouted. "Butler's knot is three fucking inches wide, but you slip that in and out easy as a fucking finger! And you like having your cervix penetrated!"

Lila furrowed her brow and shrugged her shoulders. "What's so odd about that?"

"Yeah, what's so odd about that?" Tala asked as well.

Seen turned to Tala. "If you knew the first thing about sex with a woman, than you wouldn't be asking that question." Seen turned to Lila. "And as far as I know, most women who get their cervix penetrated by anything thicker than a toothpick feel like they're getting kicked in the stomach. And you would know that if you knew the first thing about being a woman. But you love it when Tala's Nidoking stuffs his cock right into your uterus and pumps you full at the source! I mean, you could scissor a fucking Snorlax and I'd be hard pressed to tell whose cunt belonged to who!

"You would?" Tala and Lila said at once.

Seen sighed and drooped his head. "Okay, maybe if a Snorlax pussy wasn't so furry, and maybe if it had actual inner labs, and maybe if it didn't have a clit the size of a light bulb, then maybe... okay never mind. That was a bad example. But my point still stands, and that's that you don't have a vagina between your legs; you've got a fucking clown car!"

"Sirs!" a female voice shouted, startling the three siblings.

Seen, Lila, and Tala looked up to see the same waitress as before with eyes wide, and mouth agape with her hand covering it. "You are disturbing the other customers."

Seen, Lila, and Tala looked around. Sure enough, Seven Stars had silenced, and all other attendees were frozen in place, staring at them with the same aghast expressions. Tala lowered his head and twiddled his fingers. Lila remained still as possible, as if trying to be inanimate. But Seen rolled his eyes, shrugged, and clucked his tongue.

"For a thousand percent tip, we can disturb the other customers," Seen said.

"Sir, I'm afraid even a million percent tip won't cover the loss of business," the waitress replied. "Now you'll either have to tone down both your language and your volume, or I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave the restaurant."

Seen huffed. "Fine, we won't disturb the customers."

"Thank you." the waitress bowed slightly and walked away.

The table silenced as noise and action within the remaining restaurant slowly returned to normal. Seen continued waving his hand through the candle-flame in boredom. Lila continued lazing with her boots on the table and head fallen back over the seat, looking at the city lights through the window behind her. Tala continued shuffling in his seat, pulling the crotch of his pants, trying in vain to make them more comfortable. Some time passed.

"When are they supposed to show?" Lila asked.

"They didn't say," Seen answered. "They just told us to show up at midnight when battling hours stop."

"I just thought of something," Tala said to Lila. "Why didn't you bring the guns in the pokéballs?"

"What now?" Lila asked, shaking her head.

"Well, you can stick almost anything inside a pokéball as long as the Pokémon is holding it," Tala answered. "So why didn't you just bring the guns in the pokéballs so we wouldn't have to wear these humiliating costumes? And I also wouldn't have to touch those wormy guns."

Lila grunted and slapped her face. "Fucking fuck!"

"Sirs?" a female voice said.

The siblings looked at the same waitress with her arms behind her back, and all groaned and rolled their eyes.

"What is it this time?" Seen said.

"This package came for you."

The waitress brought out a small box, like shoebox, from behind her, and placed it on the table. The box was giftwrapped in gold paper and red silk ribbon tied in a frilly bow. Lila brought her feet down from the table. She, Seen, and Tala leaned forward to regard the gift box.

"The courier told me to tell you not to open it until twelve-thirty."

Tala pointed at the box and glanced back and forth between Seen and Tala. "Why would Team Rocket tell us to meet them at Seven Stars at twelve, not show up, and then send us a gift box that we're not supposed to open until twelve-thirty?"

Seen, Lila, and Tala suddenly perked up. Their eyes widened and their jaws dropped. They looked at each other, breathless, speechless, hairs standing on end, then back at the box.

"When's twelve-thirty?" Seen whispered.

The waitress looked at her wristwatch. "In about ten seconds, why?"

Seen grabbed the box and threw it down between his legs, beneath the seat. Seen, Lila, and Tala scrambled up onto the table and leapt off, over the head of the shrieking waitress. As he landed, Seen grabbed the waitress's arm and pulled her to the floor where he and his siblings dropped, covering their heads with their arms. They reacted just in time, as a deafening blast shook seven stars, destroying the booth they sat in. Splintered wood and shredded upholstery flew into the air and rained down on them. And the table flew off the bolts locking it to the floor and fell over.

As the mess from the bomb settled down, Seen unwrapped his arms from his head and looked behind him. Lila's dress was scrunched up, showing the machine pistols in leather holsters strapped to her legs. His own guns had fallen from his duster and lay on the floor. And Tala's, in their chest holsters, were visible as his coat had fallen over his head.

"Oh shit," Seen grumbled.