There's nothing like an open couple to spruce a one-shot series.

Just Something For The Future-A man and his Gardevoir wife send their daughter off for the day so they can have a kinky anniversary. When night arrives, they get down and dirty, but what happens when someone walks in on them...?

This is gonna be a fun one~.

"Just Something For The Future"-M Human X F Gardevoir(Teasing!)

"Mom, I'll be fine. It's a study group."

"Yes, but you never know what might happen while you're gone...And for that note, use protection."

"Mom!" Snickers emanate from outside.

"Don't worry Darlene. Just keep safe and we'll see ya tomorrow morning like we proposed."

"K, dad! See you guys later!"

"Love you!"

The door closed on a man and his wife, both sighing as their daughter left with her friends for the rest of the day.

"Well, it's the start of our anniversary honey." The wife cooed, planting a butterfly kiss on her husband's face. Being married for almost ten years, they needed this after their ninth one was a fiasco. Damn anti-Pokephiles ruined their dinner date.

"It sure will...Got the dress?"

"Yep. Do you have the chaps?"

"Assless or no?"

"Nah, I'd rather your friend Damien have them. That Logan friend of his sounds like the kind of person to flaunt."

"Got dinner planned?"

"Meatloaf's in the oven and I'm making the bread as we speak." The sounds of clanking pans and pots in the kitchen behind them proved this.

"Alright, we got ourselves an anniversary. Let's go get dressed." The couple nodded before heading in different directions of the three-story house. The man went to his clothes closet, also known as his room yet rarely uses it, and picked out something good to wear...

"Hey Lance! I'm dressed and cooking! What about you?"

"Jeez, couldn't you have waited before I got into the room Clara?" Lance called back, grabbing hold of a black wife beater to put on over his shirtless body. He was toned, mind you, and never ceased to go to the gym for daily fitness. That undershirt felt tight against his chest and abdomen before he went to his actual closet and grabbed something leather.

Chaps-just like the cowboys-hung in his hands, fresh out the box from Seth's Collection. He'll have to thank the crazy guy for the free gear as he strapped the accessories on his legs and thighs. When he was done, he looked in the full body mirror and couldn't help but wolf whistle at himself.

"Hey, that better be for me!" Clara called down from the hall again, the smell of meat being cooked hitting his nostrils.

"Oh be quiet!" he responded, stopping his admiration and leaving the room with a click of the lights. He walked to the kitchen with a slight bounce to his step and the sight of his wife almost gave him a nose bleed.

She was clad in a schoolgirl outfit that looked like it hugged her at just the right places. Her hips seemed curvier, her squishy-looking mounds stood out more and her round ass seemed to stick out at him from inside the skirt as she worked her magic-or psychic powers on the kitchen.

"What're you...cooking...?" Lance asked, making sure there was a towel nearby just in case.

"Meatloaf, corn, broccoli, macaroni and cheese and a cake in the oven." Clara explained, feeling a bit giddy at her works herself.

"Wow...It's like my birthday all over again, isn't it?"

"I guess you can say that..." she purred, returning to the job at hand. Feeling naughty, Lance tiptoed behind her and gave her a quick slap on the ass before dashing out the kitchen to escape retaliation. The feeling of being groped, however, without physical contact proved to be efficient enough for a counter.

"Damn you and our powers..." he grumbled, looking back inside the kitchen to see a big smirk on her face.

"You're the one who married all this goodness."

"True." She was right. Back in the day, he made sure she was the strongest of all Gardevoirs, and even have some pictures of their past achievements of trying such a mindset to prove it. The look on even the great Giratina himself when Gardevoir nicked his face with a Moonblast before he fainted was one time Lance couldn't ignore. They were rewarded with the plaque of "Strongest Trainer w/ Single Pokemon" and never felt anymore proud of themselves.

Of course, with all the power she had on her hands, there came a price. Such as her evident control of everything in the house and her expansive abilities. He decided to look away from the pictures of the past and turned the TV on with a snap of his fingers. Man, he can't get enough of sound-activated technology. One of the best advancements Silph. Co ever made.

'...return today with some breaking news. A 17-year-old male was found passed out from a sudden cardiac arrest in his own home, as stated by the residents of the house. No further details have been uncovered but it is possibly that he was drinking too much...' Lance was greeted with the sight of the news channel, something he was already getting bored of watching just seeing that guy in his cheap tuxedo and clip-on tie. He changed the channel to something more in tune with the current events going on in the house he was in.

"Something happen?" Clara asked, having walked in wiping her hands with a towel. Must be done cooking.

"Just some old kid getting drunk off his ass and going to the hospital because of it. Nothing special." Lance answered before getting jabbed on the forehead painfully by a finger from his wife. "Hey, what was that for?"

"For being so nonchalant about this! You know how I feel about hearing about children being hurt or worse and being sent to the hospital. To think the next time we watch the news and not just see a random human...but our-"

"I know. It worries me too. And the place looked close to where she was for the night...But let's not worry about it right now or it'll ruin the surprise for tonight."

The thought of what they were going to do later brought that smile Lance came to love since she was a Kirlia back on her face. "Alright." She sat down next to him, leaning against his chest while they watched a movie about couples in an anniversary mishap. There were some funny moments in the showing that had both of them laughing out loud. Otherwise, they were completely silent.

When the movie reached the end, Lance sniffed and noticed something...

"Hey, what're you burning?" No sooner he said that, she rose up and ran to the kitchen, smoke alarm going off immediately. Not knowing why she didn't just teleport was beyond him. The acrid stench hovered around for a few minutes, with him coughing every now and then before it went away. Clara came back in with the burnt remains of-

"Sorry hun...There goes the meatloaf..." she announced sadly. Meatloaf was his favorite above other things, so she knew he'd be hurt. Sighing, he meekly smiled.

"It's fine. Maybe we'll stick to what we have for now and celebrate with sides." he told her.

"...That's not it..." She pointed to the kitchen, making Lance notice that everything that she had been cooking was being thrown away as they were charred remains of what they could have been. "I had forgotten to turn the burners off before watching the movie...I'm sorry..."

Clara looked close to tears, but she was swiftly hugged by Lance. "Don't worry. An anniversary isn't about food. It's about spending time with who you tied the knot with. There's just no need for material things to show how much you love someone."

"I..."

"Look, did the cake make it at least?"

"..." She nodded.

"Well there you go. We'll split the cake between us as dinner. Sound good?"

"Yeah..." she deadpanned, earning a huff out of the human.

"That won't do. I said..." He lowered a finger to her lower belly, "does that sound good?"

Before she could answer, she found her nethers reacting to the brush of contact against her clitoris, making her gasp and bite her lower lip to push back a moan. "O-okay! Yes! It's a good idea!"

"Good girl. I promise to give you more later." He led her by hand into the kitchen, where the cake was already laid out for them. It was half-and-half; minty chocolate and vanilla on one side, lava chocolate and fudge on the other. They sat down on each other's favorite side of cake, smiling the whole while before a knife floated over and cut the pastry dish into pieces.

"Now this is a cake I'd want every year." Lance commented, picking up his minty fresh piece. He got ready to bite into it, but had a better idea. "How about we share each other's sides?"

Clara looked up. That was a weird suggestion. "Sure." she agreed. She picked up a piece of her chocolate delight and brought it over to his mouth, just as he was bringing his own piece to hers. They both opened their mouth and tasted each other's cake...and almost puked on each other.

"Dear Arceus, how can you eat this stuff!? It's not even chocolate anymore!" she yelled, cleansing her tongue with a rough sponge from the sink.

"You're not one to talk! That was too much chocolate!" he yelled back, squirting hot water into his mouth from the spray nozzle. When they were sure the taste of the disgustingness was out of their mouths for good, Lance dried himself off while she made sure none of the cakes were spilled in anyway.

They sat there in pause for a second...before laughing at each other. Even when they have petty disagreements, they still come out joyful at each other. When they were done, they decided to take a piece of each of their favorites and put the cake under a top so it wouldn't spoil. Lance took her back to the living room, where a new movie was playing.

It was, as they got into it, about three guys panicking in some place called "Bangkok". They lost one of their friends and were looking for them, while still panicking. Lance's favorite part was the monkey. He couldn't deny that seeing a regular old monkey, instead of a known Pokemon species of primates like Pansage or Chimchar. Or even Slaking. That was a primate too, right?

"Hey Clara..." Lance spoke once the movie reached its end at a wedding.

"Hmmm?"

"What time is it?"

"A quarter to nine, why?"

"No, you didn't get me. I said what time is it?"

It took Clara a few moments to think as to why he put so much emphasis on time. When she did get it, she giggled.

"You mean...?

"Mhm..."

"Good." Without a moment's hesitation, she turned the TV off, thus ending the movie, and dragged him along to their bedroom, eager to get started. He should have complained about being manhandled somewhere by a lady, but would he really risk getting a psychic slap to the face?

Nope.

So that's why when they got to their destination-also known as the bedroom-he simply closed the door behind them. They both looked at each other with a glint in their eyes before they came together for a kiss. His arms wrapped around her back, while her own went around his neck. Their lips mushed against each other over and over before Clara's tongue managed to slither out to join in. It slipped inside of his mouth, and his own tongue immediately went to fight the intruder. Their French Kiss could be labeled as sloppy or very loud with lots of slurping, but when you got a powerful Psychic trying to dominate your mouth, you'd fight back too.

They kissed that way for another minutes, which felt like hours in Clara's book, before they separated to take a breather. Now able to focus, the Gardevoir could feel something trailing down her leg...She was horny.

Lance grabbed her shoulder before lightly tossing her onto the bed, stripping out of his anniversary clothing slowly as to tease her gaze. As he reached the chaps, however, he found himself already naked before her.

"A little impatient, are we?" he teased, seeing that look in her eye.

"Not impatient...just tired of waiting..." she replied, her little costume being wrenched off her body with a force he hasn't seen in a while.

"Better not stall for you then..." His own arousal could be seen poking out from his body as he climbed onto the bed. When he laid over her, the covers were brought over the both of them and her legs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer.

"Come on Lance~...Show me what you got..." she purred, nipping at his ear lobe. He shuddered, forgetting that he was indeed sensitive right there, before lifting his head up.

"Not just yet, my dear. Gotta prepare first."

"Ugh, fine..."

She decided to flip them over so that the pair were facing each other's crotches. Her dripping wetness winked at Lance before he spread it and started his meal. After hearing her moan loudly at first, he felt something warm and tight wrap around his cock. Nothing was going to hold that groan he let out into her pussy, just as nothing was going to hold him back as he started lapping at her walls.

Clara never had a hard time taking Lance's shaft in her mouth, as practice and exercise has made it almost second nature. With the entirety of him inside her throat and his balls flooding her nostrils with his musk, she licked all over his manhood and paid close attention to the tip. Their collaborative treatments were getting pleasure smothered all over their bodies, as evident by the increase of fluids that seemed to gush out of her pussy and the squirting of pre into her mouth. Clara could feel herself giving in to the bliss her husband was bringing her, especially with how frequent her moaning was getting. Just when she was fit to scream however, he stopped.

Whining, she pulled off his cock with a pop, getting a little drop of oozing pre-seed on her face. "Why'd you stop...?"

"Didn't take you for wanting to waste such precious fluids on just foreplay." he responded, flipping them again so that they face each other with her under him.

"Hmmm...I guess s-so...Now p-p-put it in me...Hurry!" she cried, wrapping her legs around him tightly. He didn't waste time and plunged inside her cunt. They both gasped at the feelings they both experienced, Clara more so as she was stuffed to her limit. Lance exhaled sharply as he pulled back to get started, his cock being milked on the way. Halfway out and he had no choice but to push back in.

Knocking on her womb led her to screaming a bit, but she kept it at reasonable levels. Not like she was dying. Lance started getting used to her grip on him,so he got going with the sex. Most loving couples would be gentle on their anniversary, as it helps symbolize their first time having intercourse as a married couple. This couple, however, fucked like animals on their first night as partners, so that philosophy was out the window.

Clara moaned out with each and every push he delivered, her pussy growing more wet by the moment. The tip kept pounding at her womb and her g-spot would be brushed when he pulled out and went back in. Euphoria be damned, she was in heaven. The longer Lance went, the harder he seemed to slam into her. No doubt that he'd get inside her wo-

[Creak]

Clara turned to look behind Lance at the sound. She could just barely make out something standing in the darkness by the door. And it looked like...

"D-darlene!?" The shout made Lance pause and look back, the lamp nearby being clicked to life. And, slightly panicking to get out as she was caught, was Darlene.

"Darlene...? What're you doing back so soon...?" Lance asked politely, his shaft still buried in Clara.

The young Gardevoir seemed to just stand there, paralyzed as she was stared down by her parents still engaged in "passionate" sex. Darlene did not respond. Clara sighed before getting up and putting on a robe. Lance sat down under the covers, bundling them on his lower body so their daughter didn't see his manhood.

"Darlene? Come on sweetie, you can talk." Clara walked up to her daughter and shook her gently,hoping the girl wasn't traumatized. Only looking her in the eye got her to blink.

"W-what...were you...doing with Daddy...?" Darlene quietly mumbled, just barely heard by Clara.

"Well...we were-"

"Donn't lie to me..."

That sucked the fib Clara was about to use right out her mouth and she sighed. "Alright...we were doing...what couples do when they really love each other. But that doesn't explain why you're back so soon."

Darlene looked down. "My friend Harry got drunk at my friend's house and almost died..."

Lance felt a sudden epiphany course through him. "That was the house on the news earlier?"

Clara's head snapped back to him."You knew!?"

"I told you I thought it was just some random kid! I didn't see the house clearly!"

"Well look at this! It was a friend of hers and now we could have scarred her for life! I can't believ-"

"Actually..." Darlene's voice got their attention again. "I was..."

"Just what, dear?"

"I was...c-curious..." Darlene looked away in embarrassment. Clara blinked. Well...she wasn't scarred, but now her innocence was pretty much out the window.

"Curious about what?"

"What...you two do on...your anniversary nights...?"

"Oh...W-well...Lance?"

The human sighed before gesturing for his daughter to come hither. "Come on, dear. Let dad tell ya something about what me and your mother like to do."

[One extremely awkward explanation later...]

Darlene was speechless and flustered. She fought the urge to scream from the mental scarring she just received from her parents. "S-so...you two...do...that...when I'm gone or...a-asleep...?"

Clara rubbed the back of her head. Their daughter asked a question for everything. "Yeah...It's the only way..."

"Besides", Lance interrupted, "why make you wonder when you're awake what we're doing?"

The blue-haired Gardevoir looked down for a second, thinking to herself. So, whenever she was out, her parents went at it like wild animals so she didn't know. Explains why whenever they did it and it was her turn for laundry, her dad's clothes smelled like sweat and musk. But there was still...one thing...she had to ask...and she hoped they said yes.

The couple took their daughter's silence as passing judgment, and Clara made to grab her dress to go to sleep when she was stopped.

"Mom..." Darlene's quiet voice was noted as Clara responded,

"Yes?"

"...Can I...t-try...?"

The couple froze. Did their daughter just...?!

"Sorry, didn't think I heard you correctly, sweetie. Did you say you wanted to try what me and your father do when we're alone?"

"..." She nodded, making the human and elder Gardevoir sweat nervously. Great, the Pidgey and the Beedrills talk didn't work enough for her to leave. Now, they had to show her what sex was.

"Well, only if your father is fine with it." spoke Clara.

Darlene immediately looked to Lance, who rubbed his head. "Well sweetheart", he started, "as long as you don't tell anyone, I don't see the problem with it."

"Thanks." she nodded with an embarrassed blush.

"Now then." Clara brought her daughter close, face flushed red. "I do believe we must get you ready to take your father, right?"

"D-Do you mean...?"

"Mhm." Clara brushed Darlene's hair a bit before bringing her in close for a gentle kiss. Her daughter's eyes widened and was hesitant to kiss back, but slowly closed her eyes and kissed back. The two Gardevoirs moaned softly as they tasted each other's lips, enjoying the flavor of the mix and eventually going as far as using tongue on each other. Darlene had been hoping that being kissed by a girl didn't feel too bad. And here she was now-being kissed by a girl, her mom no less.

'I can't believe my mom's lips are so soft.' the young one commented, feeling her eyes flutter closed to really enjoy the smooch. On the other hand, Clara had a chastising gaze locked on her daughter.

'I cannot believe my daughter had a few sips before she came home! Not even a thought put into it!'

Meanwhile, Lance was captivated by the sight. Even though it was his own wife and daughter kissing like lovers, it was still something to watch. He knew what was about to happen was beyond crazy-and his fella downstairs knew what was gonna go down too-but that didn't mean they should stop because they share blood. That didn't stop Michael. Soon, the two Pokemon separated with a strand of saliva between them. They panted lightly before looking to Lance.

"Well?", he asked,"What are you gonna do first? I sure as hell would love to see it."

Clara had a few ideas, but she would need her offspring to know, so she tapped the girl on her shoulder to get her attention. "Darlene, watch me and do what I do."

"Yes, mom." she agreed, clearing her throat and watching her parents closely. Her mother nodded and pulled the sheets off Lance, allowing both Gardevoirs to see his stiff cock. Darlene blushed and stare a little longer than she should have to be considered normal. "Now make sure you remember how I do this, Darlene." The older Gardevoir grabbed Lance's shaft by the base, feeling it pulse a bit in her grip before she leaned down towards it. Father and daughter watched as Clara started licking across the sides of the shaft to make it shine, even with her previous vaginal fluids still on it.

The latter paid attention closely as she slowly grew wet at the sight of her mother pleasing her father. 'It's so big...' Lance groaned from the administrations, feeling that earlier rush of an orgasm come back.

Clara noticed and started sliding her mouth over the top more often. This had the intended effect because, "Nnnngh!" He held back his more common expletive just to save Darlene's ears before holding his wife's head down. "G-gotta cum...!"

Clara eagerly swirled her tongue across the tip before it twitched and her husband's seed flooded inside her mouth. Darlene watched with a flustered face as her mother's cheeks bulged from the volume, almost looking as if she'd spit some out like she heard a funny joke. Surprisingly, this didn't come true and she took every shot within her mouth with a skill Darlene secretly wished for. Clara pulled up and swallowed the sperm down with a smile.

"Your taste never gets old, honey." she commented as she let go of his cock.

"Heh, thanks." he chuckled.

"But now, it's time for Darlene's turn. Sweetie?" Clara turned to their daughter. "You coming?"

The young Gardevoir in question was in a stupor, which was only broken by the sound of her mother calling her. "Yeah? U-Uh, sure." she nodded.

"Well come on." Clara beckoned her to her dad's shaft, fully erect still despite the orgasm it finally had after all that time. Darlene gulped and crawled over the bed, closer to her parents than she originally was. Both human and Gardevoir watched as the shiny Embrace Pokemon sat between them.

"Ready?" Darlene blushed and nodded quietly. Lance moved closer and hugged his daughter with his cock rubbing against her leg. She gasped quietly and it was missed thankfully.

"D-daddy..?"

"Yes Darlene?"

"Be g-gentle on me, okay?"

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'll be extra careful." Lance smiled, kissing her forehead. Least she didn't turn out like her mother when they first had sex-she begged the whole time.

Darlene smiled back before exhaling, feeling some of her initial fear ebb away. "Thanks..." She then reached down to grab his shaft, hand shaking the whole time. He gulped, remembering that she might flinch and use her powers on his length and rubbed her back to help her relax. Didn't want trauma on her for her first time being close to actually touching a cock.

Her hand was soft when it finally got around to the base. 'It's so warm.' she thought in awe. Instinct drove her to rub it up and down its length, making Lance groan from the sensation. "A-Am I doing it right?" she wondered from his reaction, hoping this wasn't too bad.

"Y-you're doing something...s-sweetheart..." he replied, leaning on his arms. She looked down and started moving her hand a little more with that confidence booster. Lance fell back completely from the pressure then, letting her do as she pleased before beckoning Clara over after some time had passed.

His wife moved over and put a hand on her daughter's. "Make sure to rub it faster than that. That kind of work won't bring out what I swallowed."

"Yes m-mom..." Darlene sped up, feeling the friction of their skin before a clear, musky fluid dribbled down his cock for lubricant. It was precum, thanks to Clara's explanation when the question was just about to rise from her tongue, and she rubbed it on his shaft and found that moving became a lot easier. Lance groaned and let his head tilt back while his daughter slowly leaned down near the head. She smelled his musk thanks to the new lube, feeling it wash over her mind and cloud it thickly. It led to rational shyness leaving out and a curious tongue exiting her mouth and rubbing across the tip.

Lance gasped when Darlene slid her tongue around the sides and noticed the salty taste. 'Mmmm...it's just...that right kind of salt...' She didn't find it bad on her taste buds, so she set to making sure to get as much as she can, clouding her mind further in lust. Lance turned away from her as she started swirling across the tip and against the slit and looked to the other Embrace Pokemon in the room.

"S-she learns quick..." Lance stated to Clara before kissing his wife. His wife eagerly kissed back with a moan while Darlene moved her mouth to the tip before slowly moving down on top of it. His breathing hitched, making the kiss more fiery as he started bringing Clara in close while pushing his tongue into her mouth. While they wrestled their tongues with each other, Darlene started trying to take more of him inside her mouth.

It was a little difficult, with her inexperience and her strong gag reflex, but some breathing exercises her mother taught her and some relaxation led to her taking at least half. Lance groaned and lightly thrust his hips out of reflex gained from messing with Clara a lot in the past. Darlene almost choked a bit when he did, but she soon knew her limit and gently bobbed her head on his cock.

'This is amazing!' thought the father.

'I see someone likes having their meat tended to by their own offspring~.' Lance heard a familiar mental giggle in his head. Clara.

'Like you're not finding this hot.' he retorted back.

'Guilty as charged~.' Soon Darlene started going faster while reaching under and touched her dad's balls. He broke the kiss with his wife and ended up groaning as precum shot out his member and stopped afterwards. "D-damn...~"

"Remember Darlene, try to swallow all of daddy's cum." spoke Clara.

'Yes Mom.' The young shiny hummed as her opening grew damp behind her dress, making her legs wet. She paid her own arousal no mind as she bobbed even faster on Lance, making him grip the bed.

"I c-can feel it coming...f-fast..." he warned. Hearing that urged Darlene to bob her head faster while gently squeezing his ball sack. He held back the sudden urge to hold her head down-as that was reserved for Clara-as his cock pulsed and erupted hot seed into Darlene's mouth. Her eyes widened and nearly pulled off, but stayed on as she remembered her mom's instruction and relaxed her throat. His semen flooded her mouth quickly, so she had to swallow as much as possible to avoid choking or spitting any out forcefully. After it came to a stop, she pulled her mouth off and swallowed the last in her mouth.

Lance meekly chuckled as he entered his high, goofy smile planted on his face. His wife took the time to assess his current feelings.

"So, how was it?" Clara looked at him with a knowing smile.

"She...m-might...give you a r-run...for your money in skill, honey..."

"Oh? Well only one way to tell for sure."

"And...what's that?"

"Fuck her pussy...~" she whispered to her husband.

High or not, that still brought concern. "You sure...?" he asked, thinking that if Darlene was possible from their first time, then surely he could knock her up too.

"Just ask her."

"Alright..." Lance turned to his daughter, who was panting a little from her previous actions. "Darlene?"

"Yes...daddy?"

"You...wanna go further?"

"Yes...my pussy needs something..." Guess Darlene heard her mother, or maybe they shared more words than let on, as the older Gardevoir did not chastise her.

"Naughty girl...~" Clara commented at her daughter's profanity.

"But it's t-true..." Darlene sighed from how hot and bothered she seemed to be and laid back, showing off her wet folds. Obviously virgin, from how it seemed to wink just barely in the parent's field of vision.

"Alright, sweetie." Lance got onto his knees, positioning his cock at her slit as he leaned down above her. "Just tell me if it's too much and I'll stop."

"Okay Daddy." He hummed a little before he slowly moved forward. Hissing like a snake, he felt the tip push inside her folds and straight into tighter territory. Darlene gasped at the penetration, instinctively clenching her walls on his shaft and making this a lot harder for him. Lance kept moving and groaned before he reached something. Her hymen, the only sign of her innocence to sex.

"Are you still sure Darlene? You're still a virgin." Lance reminded her.

Darlene gave him a look that, while still with lust and desire, held the confidence that Clara had when she was just about to be deflowered. "I'd r-rather it be you than just some other guy..."

Lance understood, and nodded. "Alright, just be warned it's gonna hurt, but I'll take it slow." He started pushing against the barrier and groaned as he broke through with a little jolt on his part. His daughter shook and let out a cry from the sudden lash in her passage. The pain was like being burned from Will-o-Wisp and she could feel a tear get ready to fall out her eye.

Clara leaned down and wiped the tear away while rubbing her little girl's head. "It'll be okay, sweetie. It'll all feel good soon, okay?" Darlene nodded while gripping the sheets to try and handle it all. Lance went slowly to make sure the pain could be dealt with for his daughter accordingly. Soon, once he actually got as far as the end of Darlene's vagina, the pain slowly ebbed away.

Clara smiled, seeing the change of feeling on her face and giving her forehead a rub.

"How does it feel?" Lance questioned once he was sure the urge to fuck her wasn't too compelling.

"L-like a hot poker..." Darlene mumbled.

"Well, when you're ready, just tell your father to move." spoke Clara.

"M-mhm..." Darlene breathed slowly, hoping it wouldn't be too long before her pussy could relax enough to accept her father's meat. It actually took only a few minutes before the pain was gone and she started feeling tingly. "O-okay...Go Dad..."

He nodded before slowly pulling back and pushed back inside her tight caverns. Instead of crying out, she moaned softly, feeling her walls relax around him to accommodate for the stretching he gave her.

"Ah, damn you're tight." But even then, he still found that her deflowered cunt was still something to behold.

"But that's good for you, right~?" Clara giggled. Lance nodded as Darlene felt her body get warmer with all of his movements. She ended up closing her legs around him, feeling herself get more wet.

"It's so good~!"

"G-glad you think so, sweetie...~" Lance replied, going a bit faster. 'Fuck! Her pussy's hugging me more than I thought...'

'Well, is she better than mine?' Clara thought to him.

'H-Hard to say...' he grunted holding Darlene's hips with each thrust.

'Looks like someone might be getting used to two holes to use soon~...This is a tiebreaker I won't allow to live~.' Clara leaned down and full-on kissed Darlene on the lips. Darlene eagerly kissed back with her mother as her father started pushing his cock back and forth inside her faster. The scene playing before him served as a great drive to plow his daughter's cunt. He slammed his cock in deeper, getting a loud moan from Darlene while she kissed her mother. The two Embrace Pokemon moaned as they mixed tongues with each other in the elder's mouth.

'This is amazing!' moaned Darlene in her mind.

'Oh, it is, isn't it?~' The sound of Clara in her head almost made her spit out her tongue.

'M-Mom?'

'Yes, it's me, sweetie.'

'Y-You heard that? Wh-what I said...?'

'Yes, I did. Might I say, you seem to be enjoying yourself a lot...~' Darlene blushed and let out a louder moan as her father's cock started pushing up against her inner walls. Soon, the two females pulled back from kissing and panted heavily, Darlene more so.

'Wanna learn a little secret about us~?' Clara had a naughty grin on her face as she breathed.

'W-What is it?' Clara grinned wider before rubbing a finger on Darlene's "heart".

"AHHHH!" The young shiny's body was racked with a sudden wave of pleasure, a gush of her arousal shooting out and soaking Lance's crotch.

'Hehehe~.' Clara giggled at Darlene's reaction. She got her old friend with that too.

'W-W-W-What was that!?'

'That, dear, was one of the very reasons we Gardevoir are so popular in sex. Our "hearts' make for one of the most sensitive points on the body.'

'I-I-It felt like my head went all fuzzy...' Darlene admitted.

'That's all the pleasure~...' Clara rubbed it again, just as Lance tensed and blew his load inside of the young girl without warning.

"AAAHHHHH!" Darlene cried, insides tightening around her father. Her mind went go blank from the pleasure, even as she felt his semen flood her pussy and move into her womb. Both of her parents grinned at the sight of their daughter's orgasm, her body shaking and twitching while her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Darlene was pretty much in the great Hall from how high she was.

Nothing could describe how long this went on, but the moment she got tapped and saw sunlight, Darlene felt a little lost.

"W-what the...?"

'It's morning sweetheart. Or nearly noon to help.' Clara mentally projected to her the morning sun nearly at its peak, making her blush a bit from embarrassment.

"Uh...um...wow."

"Finally came down, sweetheart?" Lance asked from behind her, making her jump a bit.

"Y...Y...yes..."

"Good. You've been there all night by the way."

"H-How...?"

'Sorry dear. Didn't watch my fingers.' Clara spoke to her in her mind. 'Must have slipped a little power into them and enhanced the feeling.'

The girl just closed her eyes and whined a bit. Her father patted her shoulder.

"So Darlene, how did you like it?" he asked.

"Y-yeah dad...You're very endowed..." she blushed.

"I think you even came while passed out, naughty girl~." her mother teased with a giggle after.

"M-mom!" Darlene curled into a ball and just hid her red face from them, making the couple laugh at their daughter.

"Oh sweetie, you're too fun to tease." Clara smiled at Darlene's "chagrin".

"No I'm not!"

Her parents chuckled while Lance patted his daughter's head through the sheet.

"You'll be alright sweetheart. We'll keep this a family secret. Just like the baby."

That made her uncurl a bit. Or more, a lot. "Baby!?" she cried out from under the sheet.

'Yeah, I checked a few hours ago...' Clara wistfully stated.

"Oh sweet Arceus!" Darlene curled into a tighter ball. "I can't believe this..."

"Sorry hun." Lance rubbed his head. "Looks like I thought wrong." Clara looked to her husband at this.

"You figured you wouldn't knock her up?"

"I thought she wasn't in heat. It doesn't work outside it...but guess I was wrong..."

"What am I gonna do?" Darlene griped. "Getting knocked up, and by my own dad..."

"Don't worry. We'll take care of the baby as our own and treat it like family. No one will know it's yours unless we tell or you tell."

She only sighed in response. Her parents kissed her head on both sides.

'Besides, what's the worse that can happen?'

I can't remember when I got this request. But I know it wasn't from FFN or SF...

Oh well.

Moncheli.