In the world of Pokémon, people and the monsters in their pockets coexist as both friends and family. One major part of this coexistence is through the art of fighting; Pokémon battles being the sport that has taken the world by storm ever since humans found a way to successfully 'catch' potential fighters to duke out in competitions of strength and skill. Those who partake in this sport are known as Pokémon Trainers, a career decorated white with strife. Strong trainers must hone their skills in battle through learning all about type effectiveness, strategies that would reward their Pokémon and beat the opponent's, and building up the necessary knowledge for what makes an excellent partner and how to build a strong bond. That is because, in the world of Pokémon, Pokémon and their masters strive to be the best they can be, to be the very best, like no one ever was.

"ASH! I MEAN BABY! I MEAN-"

"It's 'Master'," the young man said atop of his young mother as he slapped her across her chest, "say 'Master'... Say it!"

Delia moaned in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her squishy body, borne anew by Ash's diffusion of the sacred ash that coursed through their blood-related veins, was sensitive at the touch to any stimuli that was thrown at it. Her skin was plumped up and gone of any wear and tear from the bits of aging that transpired the past 2 decades. Her tits, though admittedly deflated, were far more perky and well-shaped. It was as if they had never been nursed from, and were ready to store the moomoo milk necessary to continue Ash's legacy. It was this perkiness, unfortunately, that made the heavier force palm from her near-aged son sting that much greater.

"MAAAAAAASSSS-!"

Delia winced, feeling Ash double slap her jiggling mounds as a result of her insubordinates. His arm thrusting was nothing compared to the lance that was the champion of her tight uteral walls. Ash was now of the right age to properly insert himself into a woman's body, and Delia was the unfortunate test ride for the developed boy's hot rod. The years of experience being Delia's trainer were culminating into one as the two were placed into their primal reversions. could not have managed to wait the ten years at least required to properly inject his mother with a fury attack of hip pistons.

And by then, Delia Ketchum would have had too many years of being a rag soaked in his blanks that the tunnel would not have the correct 'mmph' to make him critically explode, as was going to be the case here.

The 16-year old mother began to drool, teeth gritting as tears poured out from sensations of all kinds flooded her insides. She had never been so manhandled; her husband was a monster, but a pocket-sized one. Perhaps it was because her child up to this point was not the appropriate age to thrash her to confusion. Perhaps it was because she was now feeling what it must be like to have a horribly timed teen pregnancy; one worse than when she became in labor as a young adult. Regardless, she could feel her hitpoints being giga drained as her pussy, soaked into a water-type from cumming just a minute earlier, was being barreled through with no resistances. It was made clear for years now that this incestsantly raped mother of one was not 1x effected by her child's need to blow his loads inside, but quadruple weak to his arceus-foresaken onslaught. Her hands gripped the bedframe, trying to use the wood as additional support as her boy hammered his wood like his life depended on it. If Delia had on mascara, she would have looked like a complete mess.

As it was now, she was only a total mess, with just the splotches of semen from her time in her ball mixed with sweat covering her face and neck. The creampie she received 2 weeks prior worked as an additional lubricant to allow the grassy glide through and into her womb's terrain.

The extreme speed to which the hero of Pallet Town hammered away at his betrothed was a sign of how badly he wished to change the palette color of Delia's pretty-pink vaginal lining to a murky white. She was his capture. Mom was his very own monster of which he had spent years painstakingly training and levelling with his rutting, all to no avail as a result of his inflicted curse of eternal youth. But here and now, with his seeds teeming with the jewel of life and his seedbearer teening with her life essence extracted, the two were optimized for forced conception.

To Ash, hatching his mommy's egg was a priority.

The two mating partners could sense that the fast move charging conducted by Ash was reaching his max energy attack. Minutes of constant surging strikes had struck through any and all layers of protection built-in for a woman against a man's wishes to make her precious babyhole his own. This was not new to Ash persay, as it was well understood that he had not only full custody of his mother as his woman, but that he had through birthright been gracefully granted the right to birth Delia's next adventurer. Thanks to his excellent control of aura, Ash had successfully become the explorer of time that his Unown father had been like before. He was like a Lucario in that hit fighting game, prepped to deliver a max aura Final Smash to the motherly uterus.

Outside of the fact that Delia's de-aged, reshaped cum receptacle catered itself to her son due to muscle memory, there were no hints that Ash was the son of a father desire to indulge in the defiling of Delia Ketchum was not known to either party member to have been coded into Ash's genes. This is all for the better, as if this guardian of Kanto had known of the circumstances surrounding the boy, she likely would've released it before Ash properly developed. Thankfully, that distortion world reality never came to be, and her sonmaster was now greedily of the proper development to release himself back into her for the upteenth time.

In some ways, it may be argued that the Ash Ketchum chosen by Arceus to become a legend was, in fact, a paradox form of the one who was paralyzing his captured Pokemom with body slams. He was an ultra beast, created by Arceus with the sole purpose of polluting one of its various universes as a fun experiment.

Ash was ready to test the experiment of dumping generational amounts of potent semen straight into his mother's origin form.

Ash began to curl up, eyelids shutting as his pupils dilated and rolled back whilst he explored the darkness left in the unguarded crevices of Delia Hanako Ketchum.

In a galvanized Explosion, could feel the warm monsoon wash away all traces of the Self. The muddy water that was a mix of her child's old cum, her recent discharge, and the wave crash of her teen owner's engorged cock had messed up anything resembling dignity in her soul. She was in ruins, her defensive stats crippled by the beads of sperm dribbling down her tightened canal. Glops erupted out from inside of her, Ash's PC, Delia's pussy's capacity that was fashioned to house the contents held in Ash's balls, spilled plenty from lack of storage slots. Shifting four years in age in a matter of seconds had washed Ash in a pool of hormones that tormented him with a singular thought to "breed breed breed". The taunting required him to continue the outrage, and left Delia with no option but to be coated in oedipal cum inside and out. Not like she could protest, assuming she even wanted to, as the boy had trapped her lips for 4 to 5 tongue turns. Her cavern's squeezing around the flashing, pulsating cock had left the opposing sex organ in an encore, enforcing its all-out pummeling of her core.

There was no use avoiding it: as was ordained by Champion Ash, Mr. and Mrs. Ketchum would become parents. It would be impolite of Delia to go against her master in his final quest after he had not just become the Champion, not just become the very best like no one ever was...

But to catch her was his real test. To train her, was his cause.

Delia did not have the heart, soul, or self-respect to reject Ash's best wishes of ejaculating every last ounce into her; her will was whatever master wants her to be cum.

Ash Ketchum, Pallet Town's unsung hero who left his mother's nest at age 10 to "Catch 'em All" alongside Oak's grandkid, was ending his trainer's journey with his very first Pokémon. the creaking of the mattress echoed as Ash splattered the boombursting of insemination. The raw, carnal inbreeding was unbeknownst to them drawing a crowd of both paparazzi and citizens. The people had been excited to hear that the boy from their small town managed to beat all those who faced him, and now were even more excited to hear the squeaks of the bed and groans of tongues wrapping and binding, of flesh slapping upon flesh. With this revelation, Max and May was simply the tip of the iceberg for pokedramas. With this revelation, the whole world would know the pain splitting the slit between Delia's thighs as her own baby(same-aged) boy molested that secret base and decorated it to his liking.

Cum tomorrow, the headlines would be flooded with gossip surrounding the beauty of incestuous breeding, even moreso than the actual flooding of sperm as a result of the incestuous copulation itself.

Not like Ash cared if the world knew he was rawdogging his mother 25/8: she was his and his only. Nothing besides Arceus smiting him where he pounded could prevent him from seeing the fruits of his labor blossom in mom's belly. Likewise, Delia had long checked out mentally as a person in her own eyes, she was merely Ash's favorite Pokémon, and a good Pokémon does as it is trained to do. It's what should be expected out of a mother's hospitality, after all.

One Year Later

"Ooooh... Ashyyyy "

Ash slowly lifted his eyes, him being barely awake following the rest he had taken. He could hear the sound of the news playing, saying how family-breeding contests were now the second most popular form of contest in the world, and how if the trend continues would replace Pokecontest in two years time.

But what really woke him up, was seeing the glowing beauty atop of him.

"Ashyyy... Our little baby is off to sleep right... How about you do some training and get my EVs raised "

The boy groaned, rubbing the sun from his eyes.

"What did I tell you, bitch. No getting out of your pokeball unless I tell you. And also, you know what to call me."

Delia whimpered, a thoroughly bred and trained Lopunny through-and-through. She had, through the course of nine months, maxed out the affection stat, one ejaculation at a time.

"Hehe~~ Sorry... Master... "

"Now hurry, I need master's balls to rape, rape, rape, and give me my third child "