Chapter 0 - 2.7.20- Short Test Run

Giovanni x Leaf, she willingly gives herself to him.

At the end of the day, Leaf never wanted to be a hero. Not once, when she set out, did she ever consider the possibility of becoming any sort of hero, and every stop along the way was just that- a stop. Team Rocket was a nuisance, maybe, but she never thwarted their plans with anyone’s best interests at heart. They were just in the way of wherever she needed to go, and now, she’s gone everywhere she needs to go.

So now she’s ended up in bed with her former enemy, because, seriously, she ever intended to make an enemy of him. In fact, the only reason she’s glad she got swept up in all that bullshit is because she doubts that she would have met Giovanni if she hadn’t. From the beginning, she’s had her eye on him, and now that her journey is done, she could care less about sticking around to be champion.

Right now, Leaf is far too busy being fucked senseless as a means of proving her loyalty.

Well, she can’t exactly say she blames him for not believing her. With their history, what other reason would she have for going to great lengths to track him down,other than to bring him to justice? When she tells him that’s never been her goal, it’s only natural that he doesn’t believe her. It’s only natural that he wants her to go to extremes to prove that she’s being genuine, but since this is exactly what Leaf wanted as well, she isn’t complaining. Far from it, actually.

“You’re such a loud little slut,” Giovanni mutters, thrusting into her from behind that. “Wouldn’t have guessed that from how talkative you were before.”

It’s true that she barely said a word then, but she can hardly say a word now. This time, that is entirely his doing, and though she can’t speak, she more than makes up for it in how loudly she moans for him. With her skirt pushed up and her panties down around one ankle, he has her bent over in front of him, one hand tightly gripping one of her wrists, the other pushed up her shirt and under her bra.

Originally, he held both of her wrists- as if she would try to escape- but eventually abandoned one in favor of fondling her small breasts. His thumb brushes over her nipple and she cries out again, earning her a low chuckle and a rough thrust from him. In response, she grinds back against him, desperate for more of his cock, desperate for more of him, and desperate to make him feel just as needy as she does. However, even through his own groans, he easily maintains his composure.

“You must have known what you were doing,” he says, pausing as he grunts before picking up where he left off with ease, “prancing around in front of me with a skirt this short.”

“B-because…” Try as she might, she isn’t able to speak as easily as he is.

“Because, deep down, you’ve always been a slut, and you’ve always wanted to be mine,” he murmurs, slowing his pace so that he can speak plainly. “You know, come to think of it, maybe I do believe that was your reason for coming after me. But you’ll have to keep this up, to keep me convinced.”

His threat hardly counts as a threat, and she whimpers, her voice shaking as she finally says, “I-I don’t mind, because…”

“Because you’re mine,” says Giovanni. “Just say it.”

“I’m yours,” she says, her voice breaking even as she does, and then, he pulls her back onto his cock, and resumes fucking her, even rougher than before this time. Leaf is howling with her orgasm in no time at all, and Giovanni does not stop even to let her ride it out, fucking her through it and beyond it, using her until he is done with her.

“For now,” he assures her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Colress gets so immersed in his work that it is up to Rosa to help him out when he needs to piss.

Rosa notices that he’s begun to fidget before Colress even notices that he has to piss. This happens fairly often, as his tendency to get too involved in his work has its downsides. That is where Rosa often comes in handy, and it helps keep things entertaining for her. It would be a total bore, just watching him typing away, occasionally muttering to himself about things that she only halfway understands, but like this, it is very interesting.

She is at the point where she can read his body language so well that she can pick up on his needs before he ever voices them, and often before he realizes that he has those needs himself. Before he has even realized that he has to piss, Rosa is nudging her way between him and his desk, so that she can get beneath it, kneeling in front of him.

This is enough to snap him out of things a little bit, at least enough to suddenly wince, pressing his thighs together as he realizes his predicament. But already, Rosa is taking steps to fix that, so he simply says, “Thank you,” before picking up where he left off.

She does the work of unzipping his pants and getting his cock out herself, wrapping her lips around him and waiting. Without losing his concentration in the slightest, Colress relaxes his bladder, flooding her mouth with a steady stream. He lets out a soft sigh as he does, and Rosa eagerly swallows, not allowing a single drop to spill over. Even while entirely focused on something else, he is able to keep his stream controlled enough that she can do this, but that comes from much practice, on both sides.

Soon enough, he has relaxed completely, the stream slowing to a stop, but even then, Rosa doesn’t move. Since she went to all the trouble of getting down here, she might as well do a little more for him, and see if, perhaps, she can break his focus this time. She has tried many times before, but each time, he’s managed to keep his eyes on his research to the very end.

Even as he grows hard in her mouth, he shows no visible reaction and she looks up at him from under his desk, waiting for him to look back at her. When he doesn’t, she sets to work, drawing him deeper into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the head of his cock, and still, nothing. The challenge drives her on, until she is bobbing her head, taking him as deep as she can manage, and the only indication that he feels anything at all are the softly exhaled moans. His expression remains the same, and his typing does not falter.

In fact, Colress doesn’t even seem to notice when she pulls back entirely, finishing the job with her hand and aiming him directly at her face as he comes, her eyes wide and her lips parted. The complete lack of reaction might put anyone else off, but for Rosa, it only adds an additional thrill to their relationship, because it serves as a challenge.

Next time, she promises herself. 

Lyra does such a good job as his housewife that Lance rewards her by eating her out.

Lyra gleefully gave up everything to live with Lance, to become his little housewife, to live the easy life while he supports her, and she does not regret that in the slightest. He takes care of her in every way that she needs, and she loves him more with each passing day, though she often wonders how that is even possible.

In return, she is more than willing to take care of his home while he is out being the Indigo champion, and doing his various heroic while he meddles in things that are probably best left alone, because he is completely incapable of minding his own business. She cooks for him and cleans up after him, and in return, he sees that all of her needs are met.

Which usually involves pulling on her pigtails- which she only wears at home now, only for him- while he fucks her face, or pinning her wrists above her head while he has his way with her. All in all, he gives her more than she could ever ask for, and she thinks it is a very fair exchange for what she does in return.

But her absolute favorite is what he does for her after dinner most nights. Lance has a rather intimidating appetite, though that’s nothing Lyra isn’t able to handle. Before her, he must have spent a small fortune on take out, considering how much of a disaster he is in the kitchen, but she adapts quickly, multitasking well enough to be able cook him a feast at every meal, and Lance, once he is full and satisfied, shows her his appreciation.

It’s the same cliche line every night, after he finishes off whatever dessert she made for him. He will look up at her, and tell her that meal was lovely, before saying, “But, honestly, I think I have room for a little more dessert. Do you have anything else for me, darling?”

And then, before she can even finish clearing the table, he will lay her out on it, stripping her from the waist down and kneeling at the edge of the table, where her legs hang off. With his face between her legs, he buries his tongue in her folds, teasing her until she’s squirming, gasping, whimpering his name. He eats her out until she’s shuddering with her orgasm, lingering for a moment longer as she rides out the pleasure.

Pulling back, he always tells her then that that is the best dessert he could ask for, and if she is not too breathless, she points out that he says that every night.

“Only because it’s true, darling,” Lance replies, and some nights, he is composed enough to allow her to finish clearing the table, and waits until they are in their bedroom to pick things back up. Other nights, he’s spent all day thinking about her, and he isn’t patient enough for such things.

On nights like this, he’s in her before she can react, holding onto her hips as he fucks her on the table, jostling the plates she’s already stacked with each jerk of his hips. Lyra, still basking in the afterglow of her first orgasm, quickly loses herself in this, and it isn’t long before she’s brought to the edge again, Lance following close behind.

As his grip on her tightens and he groans, spilling inside of her, she thinks, once again, about how happy she is to serve as his housewife.

Kiawe x Moon, pseudoincest, bro/siscon.

Kiawe should be the happiest man alive. After all, Moon, easily one of the cutest girls he’s ever met, is all his now. After wondering how to approach her, or if he even had a chance with her, she confessed to him, and they’ve been dating for a few weeks now. Not only that, but they’ve gotten a lot closer during those few weeks, to the point that now, she’s told him outright that she wants to take things further with him.

Of course he wants her; he’s wanted her since before they ever started dating, and now that she kissees along his neck, her small hands drift down his hand, he can hardly control himself. He’s struggled to control himself for some time, and had hoped he would be able to indefinitely, until she admitted that she wanted him .

She’s a bit younger than him- how could he forget?- and yet he has no more experience than she does. They stumble through it together, both trying to figure out what feels good to them, and what they can do to make the other feel good, but when she wraps her hand around his cock, working it up and down like he does when he tries, and fails, to not fantasize, it feels indescribably better than anything he can do himself.

“Kiawe,” she whimpers, her voice soft, needy, and adorable. Kiawe , now, it’s always Kiawe . Before they were dating, she had a tendency to call anyone older than her “big bro,” or “big sis.” She still does, with everyone else, but now that they’re together, he’s just Kiawe .

They’re together , and he should be the happiest man alive. He should happy to hear his name on her lips, that sound should turn him on more than anything she has ever said before, but instead, he finds himself gasping out, before he can stop himself.

In a strained voice, he says what he has tried to avoid saying, revealing the side of him that he has tried to avoid facing. “Why did you stop calling me that?”

Moon pauses, confusion plain on her face. “Why did I...what?”

Kiawe doesn’t want her to stop touching him, but he finds that he still can’t stop himself from saying more than he should. “Why did you stop calling me ‘big bro’, Moon? Y-you still...you still call Mallow…” He trails off, already realizing how ridiculous he sounds, because that’s different , of course it is. All of this is different, and how fucked up is he, for missing something like that? How fucked up is he, for realizing now that he first started to want her when she first referred to him as her older brother?

He expects Moon to stop entirely, to look at him with disgust, and perhaps to break things off. No less than what he deserves for this, but instead, she takes a moment to process, before murmuring, “If you’re still my big bro...does that mean you’ll start calling me your little sis?”

Kiawe doesn’t understand it, and Moon understands it even less, but that doesn’t stop them, and on that day, he discovers that he really, really likes fucking his new little sister. When all is said and done, she promises to call everyone else by their names instead, saying that Kiawe is the only big brother she needs. 

Piers x Marnie, actual bro/siscon

Whenever his little sister needs him, no matter how his little sister needs him, Piers is always there for her. He practically raises her, so he is there for everything in her life, all the way up to the first time she wakes up in a tangle of sheets, soaked with sweat and her hand down her pajamas.

Piers has avoided telling her about such things, both because he’s had no idea how to explain it to her, and because he’s wanted to avoid the potential feelings this might stir up in him. But now that she’s come to him, clueless about the state she wakes up in, he has no choice but to listen to her describe it all, doing his best to ignore the state that leaves him in.

“A-and I had a weird dream, too,” she mumbles, and his blood goes cold for a second, before he goes hot all over. He knows damn well not to ask the next question.

“What’d ya dream about?” he asks.

“It was me...and you,” she admits, and that is exactly what he doesn’t want to hear, while also exactly what he does want to hear. “We were just huggin’, I guess, I was kind of on your lap but I was…”

Just as he feared, just as he wanted, and he asks her, “Like this?” as he pulls her down onto him, and when she begins to grind against his leg, he doesn’t stop. He never stops her from that point on, whenever she comes to him needing help, and even as she begins to understand what it really is they’re doing, she always allows her big brother to assist her.

Marnie understands, eventually, that there is nothing normal about fucking her brother, but by that point, she has grown too dependent on it, and even if Piers were able to control himself enough to try to stop her, she would not back down so easily. It’s never easy to say no to Marnie, after all, and he never says no to her, even when they move beyond her grinding on his leg to him teaching her how to pleasure herself, only for her to decide that she likes his hand better than her own.

He certainly doesn’t say no when she insists that they do something he can enjoy just as much, because she understands it well now. His only condition is that she lets him lay back, so that she can straddle his waist, taking the lead while he simply talks her through it.

“So you can do things at your own pace,” he says.

Her own pace is a bit faster than he would have expected for a girl her size, for it to be her first time, but she rides him like she’s been waiting her whole life for this, and as she bounces up and down on his cock, smiling like he’s never seen, Piers knows that he’s in too deep now. But there’s nothing he can do about that; Marnie has him wrapped around her finger, and, as an older brother, he has no choice but to give her whatever she needs. 

Gladion has to pee, and Lillie eagerly offers herself up.

“Gladion, are you pushing yourself again?” Lillie asks in a soft voice, startling Gladion out of his thoughts. Immediately, he’s frustrated with her, even though he knows that probably isn’t fair. He’s just on edge right now, though it can be irritating, how observant she is and how she can’t mind her own business.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, even though he definitely isn’t. They’ve been on the road for a while now; Lillie has recently begun her journey to become a proper trainer, and, not wanting to abandon her again, Gladion has followed along, and the two have become closer than they ever were before. Perhaps a bit too close, but he isn’t complaining about that part.

“I don’t think you are,” she replies, because it’s just like her to get bossy now, to decide not to let it go. “You’re awfully stiff, and we haven’t stopped in a while. If you want to stop, just say the word.”

“I don’t ,” he insists, and he doesn’t know why he bothers being stubborn like this. He has to piss, and terribly so at that, and he knows it’ll be a long time before they reach the next town. Digging his heels in about this is just inviting disaster, and he knows that, but he still argues without thinking.

“I think you do.” Lillie can be just as stubborn as he can, and he knows the look in her eyes, and knows that she has more on her mind than just pestering him about not pushing himself. “I’m going to stop, whether you want to or not.”

With that, she flounces off the path without waiting for him, and Gladion has no choice but to follow after her, already knowing what he will see even before he finds her. When he does find her, she squatted down behind a grove of bushes, skirt pulled up and panties pulled down, sighing happily as she empties her bladder.

Even more frustrating is how long it lasts, because, judging by that, she must have had to pee just as badly as he does right now, so why was she bothering him about it? If she needed to stop, she could have said so, without making this about him.

“Come on, Gladion,” she says, looking up at him. She doesn’t even mind that he’s watched her- We’re family , is her excuse for everything, even when that should be a reason not to do something. “I know you have to, so go ahead. Right...here.”

If it weren’t for the way she said the last word, if it weren’t for the inviting look she gave him, he wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but he knows that look from Lillie. He also knows that what she’s asking of him, he probably shouldn’t be so eager to do. He probably shouldn’t assume that that’s even what she’s asking of him, but he’s got his pants unzipped in no time at all, and Lillie beams at him, looking all too eager for this.

Gladion soaks his little sister, not thinking of her clothes until he has already soaked through the top of her shirt. He aims his stream at her face, because that makes the most sense to him, and when she angles her neck, parting her lips, he assumes that means he made the right choice. Immediately, he feels better, emptying his bladder onto his sister, not bothering to question why he likes it so much, or why she likes it so much.

But her shirt is soaked through as liquid spills off her face, and it’s only once he’s done that he realizes this. He should feel more sorry for making a mess of her, but even Lillie doesn’t seem to mind, smiling as she stands and asks, “Now, don’t you feel better?”

In fact, he has to remind her to change her shirt before they keep going. If he didn’t know better, he would think she wanted to walk into town like that. 

Selkie gives Kiragi a tailjob.

The best part about Selkie, Kiragi thinks, is how much fun she is to be around. She is the most playful person he has ever met, and he never has to worry about having a good time as long as he is with her. This, naturally, extends to their intimate life as well, and she has nearly boundless energy where that is concerned, as well as an appetite that sometimes seems impossible to satisfy, though he always manages, and is always able to keep her happy.

In return, she keeps him very happy, and he is often overwhelmed by all that she does for him. Nothing could ever become boring with her, but even if that were a possibility, she is always trying new things, never allowing for that possibility in the first place. The two of them are pretty much always up to something, and lately, she has been even more energetic, and even more creative than usual.

As evidenced by the fact that today, she pounces on him, kissing him furiously without warning, and Kiragi is quick to respond to all of her advances. Before he knows it, she has his pants down, and he feels something wrapping around his cock...but her hands are both placed firmly on his shoulders to keep him trapped in their kiss. And what she has wrapped around him feels much softer- fluffier, even- and it is only then that he opens his eyes to see she has twisted her lower body enough to reach his cock with her tail.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about this before, if he hadn’t wondered if she could do that, and now it is very apparent that she can. The grip is not quite as strong as her hand, but as she works her tail up and down, her moans into her kiss, giving in to the sensation and losing himself in it. The newness of it all is enough to excite him plenty, and before he knows it, he already feels as though he is nearing his limit.

He arches his back as she continues to work her tail up and down, rapidly and increasing her grip as much as she can, until he goes tense, pulling back from their kiss. Kiragi’s voice catches in his throat as he moans, and then all of his tension is released as he comes, and Selkie continues to stroke him with her tail as he does.

For a moment, he is left completely breathless and out of his mind with pleasure, and it is only when she pulls back and he has a chance to catch his breath that he realizes he made quite the mess of her tail. Kiragi struggles to find his voice again, so that he can say, “S-sorry...I can…”

But Selkie just grins and says, “Don’t worry about it! I got this!” With that, she pulls back to curl up on the floor, giving herself room to preen her tail, cleaning it with her tongue. Kiragi simply watches as she licks up every bit of the mess, seeming delighted to be able to do so. 


