"Uh, Uncle Jeremiah, don't you think you've had quite a bit to drink?"

"What? Lighten up a little Wes, we're in lockdown! There's no reason not to have a bit of fun."

"But it's only 5pm..."

Wes grimaced as his uncle shrugged, taking another large, plentiful sip from a cider bottle. The anthropomorphic Pikachu's uncle had been drinking a lot more since lockdown hit, but Wes couldn't really guess why, but he figured it had something to do with him staying indoors all the time. His uncle, a chubby Alolan Raichu, was quite the adventurous type and was usually out and about most days, either going sightseeing or hooking up with various people. Since the country went into lockdown, however, he's had to move in with Wes and his dad, Carl. Jeremiah's job fell through due to redundancy and he couldn't afford to get an apartment like he was planning to anymore.

"It's fine." Jeremiah shrugged off Wes' concerns, his lips stretching into a wide, almost cocky grin. It was nearing autumn, but the weather was still warm, considering they lived in a particularly hot climate. Fans continued to whirr and oscillate around the room just like they had all summer, and it was no surprise that someone as well built as Jeremiah would pick looser, shorter clothes to try and keep himself cool. Were it not for Carl's insistence, Jeremiah would have worn absolutely nothing-- but as it was, he had to opt for a T-Shirt that only just fit him and a pair of loose shorts.

"Uncle...you know Dad's gonna be mad if you're drinking this early again." Wes pointed out and Jeremiah snorted, waving a dismissive hand.

"Eh, let him worry. I'm not harming anyone, am I? Not like I can go out at the moment anyway..." Jeremiah grumbled. "Carl had it so easy as a kid so it's normal for him to judge me for my actions."

Wes frowned. He knew that Jeremiah and Carl didn't live together as kids and only reconnected when they became adults, but he'd hoped that his uncle wasn't resentful. Turned out that he still harboured some degree of negativity about it. Jeremiah looked over at his nephew, whose gaze had dropped to the floor, and he reached out to judge Wes' shoulder, almost encouragingly.

"It's in the past, don't worry. I ain't mad at your Dad." He assured him, and Wes visibly deflated a little, feeling a bit less tense. If there had been that degree of animosity between them then Wes would have struggled more around them-- he was glad they were still getting along, despite them being in each other's headspaces for the past few months, thanks to the epidemic.

"...What did you mean, about Dad having it easier?" Wes asked curiously, shuffling to sit sideways on the couch, tucking his innermost leg beneath the other. "Did you have it bad?"

"Not bad, I guess...but it was certainly different," Jeremiah explained loosely, taking another sharp swig and briefly covering his mouth with a fist to hide a quick belch. "Did you know that I was a Raichu by the time I was 10?"

"Woah, really?"

"Uh-huh. And it certainly got my Dad's attention too, in a lot of ways. It all starts in the summer break of '87..."



---------- x x x ----------



Jeremiah's upbringing had been anything but normal. Though he had lived with Carl when he was very young, around 2 or 3, their parents soon split and got a divorce after some time, unable to see eye to eye. Their mother and father, a Raichu and Cinderace respectively, decided to share custody of the children in a unique way, option to look after and raise one each. They had initially worried for the impact this would have on their kids, but quickly surmised that they'd be too young to remember their sibling as they got older, and they could broach the subject of their relationship at a later date, when their children were teenagers. Carl went to live with his mother, and Jeremiah his father.

Jeremiah was only a year older than Carl, so he couldn't even remember his brother as he got older. By the time he was 10, Carl was but a distant memory that he would come to learn about after graduating high school. The nature of Jeremiah's sudden and spontaneous evolutions was something of a point of humorous conversation at the time, simply down to the situation and the events therein. Jeremiah was chubby even when he was younger, so it came as no surprise to many that he thought to bite into a hard rock as part of a dare by his schoolfriends. Little did he know until after the fact that it was a Thunder Stone he'd attempted to take a chunk out of.

By that point the Cinderace, named Brandon, had married his new wife Alloretta, a well-built and evidently younger Gardevoir who paid a little attention to childcare as he could, allowing for Jeremiah to do as he liked. Brandon treated her like eye candy, but he at least put in effort in being a dad, attending the appropriate appointments with his son and trying to engage with his hobbies. Jeremiah didn't have many at the time, being only 10, but he had appreciated his dad's company in his off-time, having no siblings to play with and most of his school friends living across the other end of town.

Yet, since that day that Jeremiah had changed for the better, his dad had looked at him differently. He spent more time with him than ever and his gaze and tough lingered. At the time, Jeremiah thought nothing of it: he loved his dad and he wanted to spend as much time with him as he could, since his step-mom didn't give him the same kind of affection. Brandon's wife spent more time out with her friends and leaving the Cinderace to look after his son, something he apparently did with gusto: but the way he acted was clearly riddled with bad intentions-- at least, that's what Jeremiah now thought in hindsight.

Everything changed on a fateful and quiet Saturday afternoon. The summer vacation was looming and was only a couple of weeks out, so school work had already laxed and Jeremiah had plenty of time to himself on the weekends, and spent most of it eating junk food and playing video games. During that time, Brandon had been a little busy with work of his own and Jeremiah's mother was often nowhere to be seen, leaving Jeremiah alone most days. Yet, on that Saturday, Brandon wasn't at work.

It had begun as any other day. Jeremiah quickly had some kind of breakfast shortly before his step-mother left to visit some friends in the town over, leaving the young 10 year old Raichu to his own devices. He grabbed a couple of handfuls of junk food, namely chips and candy, before adjourning back to his bedroom, where he sat on the edge of his bed, controller in hand, playing video games. The morning had been uneventful, and the rest of the would have been as well, were it not for Jeremiah's dad coming into his room in the mid-afternoon. 

The Cinderace leant up against the doorframe, watching his son for a moment, before clearing his throat to get his attention. Jeremiah turned his head briefly to glance at Brandon out the corner of his eye, before quickly turning his attention back to his game. Jeremiah was in the middle of a difficult session that required a little bit of his concentration, though he was mostly breezing through it effortlessly.

"I'm going to go out. Do you want to come with?" Brandon suggested, and Jeremiah responded with something of a grunt, shaking his head. His jaw rolled and chewed on taffy chocolate, making it hard for him to reply all that vocally. Brandon shifted on his feet and clearly looked a little irritated, but Jeremiah didn't even notice, much too focused on his game. 

"We could stop by Chatot's." Brandon knew his son all too well, and Chatot's was his favour place to eat-- it was a sandwich bar for the most part, but their sandwiches were always lovingly made. The mere mention of it was enough to catch Jeremiah's attention, he pushed the pause button on his controller and tossed it to the side. He nodded fervently, quickly gulping down whatever he was chewing as he slid from his seat, reaching towards the chair in his room that had his hoodie flopped over the back. Brandon grinned, a hint of something else in his eyes, before he ushered Jeremiah out the door.

It was only a few minutes later that they were in the car, with Jeremiah sitting in the back and his father driving. Though the Raichu was keen on getting a sandwich, he also knew that his dad likely bribed him into going so that he'd have some company as he ran some errands. With that in mind, Jeremiah had brought his handheld device with him, focusing on that rather than the streets outside the car windows. Brandon was banking on his son not paying attention.

Jeremiah sat in the car for what felt like quite a long time-- though he wasn't really paying attention considering his eyes were glued to his game-- until the car finally slowed to a halt. For the first time that ride, the Raichu raised his head to peer out of the window and was greeted to the sight of the sprawling town below. A brief flash of confusion crossed the cub's face as he turned his head in the other direction, quickly realising they were parked on the top floor of a multi-storey car park. Most of the spaces were empty but a few parked cars were dotted around, unattended. He frowned for a moment and leant to the side, peering at his father from between the two front seats.

"Are we going shopping?" The cub asked, and Brandon turned in his seat slightly, grinning from cheek to cheek.

"Kind of." Was all he replied with as he unbuckled his seat belt and pushed the driver's side door open, stepping out into the half-warm, half-windy summer air. Jeremiah did much of the same, following after his father so that he could get some answers, and also because staying in a fairly empty parking lot on his own sounded a little scary. When the young Raichu tried to get his father's attention, Brandon simply ruffled his head and turned his attention towards his phone, as if waiting for someone.

After a few minutes, the door leading down into the rest of the multi-storey and to the street below, some several metres away, swung open to reveal a large and imposing figure: a Greedent with stature similar to Jeremiah himself-- chubby and rotund, the anthropomorphic Pokémon waved to them gleefully and picked up the pace, making his way over. His every limb jiggled with each bounding movement, his belly covered by a stretched button-up shirt with a hoodie over top, his legs covered by formal work trousers. It looked as if he'd just gotten off work-- but that was a little odd, considering it was the middle of the day, and on a Saturday no less.

"Brandon! Hey!" The Greedent greeted them as he got close, his messy, unkempt tail twitched and wiggling as he sucked in deep, gulping breaths-- just the walk over had clearly taken something out of him, or maybe he'd taken the stairs up to the top floor.

"Yo," Brandon coolly replied and then patted his son's head. "Jer', this is Rocky. Rocky, this is my son."

"Jer'...short for Jeremiah, right?" Rocky beamed, and he reached out with the intent to shake Jeremiah's hand. The Raichu hesitated for a moment, glancing between them, before he stuffed his handheld into his pocket and reached out his own limb to shake. The Greedent's palm was a little sweaty and his fur was short and fuzzy, at least on the hand.

"He's quite cute." Rocky remarked with a giggle, withdrawing his hand and reaching up to smooth the sleek tips of his shaggier fur that collected around his cheeks and chin, travelling down his neck and presumably across his chest. Brandon snorted and leant back against the railing on the edge of the parking lot-- they had parked right in the corner, and the safety rails made sure they didn't accidentally fall down. Jeremiah soured his face at being called 'cute', for it made it sound like he was much younger than he is.

"So, um...why are we here, dad?" Jeramiah casually asked his father, who glanced between the two and smiled even wider than before, licking his lips. He heaved himself from his leaning position and sauntered around to the side of the car, pulling the door open and rummaging inside. Jeremiah peered through the window on the other side see what he was doing, and frowned as Brandon flipped the back seats down, giving the empty boot more space.

"Well..." Brandon began, gesturing for the both of them to get closer. "I promised my friend something very special not too long ago, and now's the time to give it to him."

Jeremiah frowned as he approached the boot. He was going to ask exactly what his father meant, but before the words could pass his lips, two hands went underneath his arms and lifted him up, pulling him away from the boot and whirling him around on the spot. Jeremiah's vision was blurry, as he he slowly adjusted his sight he realised he was facing away from the car. Brandon stood in front of him with a friendly smile, but his eyes twinkled with something more, something that Jeremiah couldn't place. The Raichu was lowered, his legs dangling off of someone's lap, and he quickly deduced that he was sitting on the Greedent's lap.

Brandon might have been subtle in the coming months, but Rocky was anything but: his hands greedily roamed, groping along Jeremiah's chubby sides as he occasionally pushed his hips up, pressing the warmth of his crotch against the cub's behind. Jeremiah squirmed awkwardly, a little uncomfortable with the stranger's touch, and he let out a mumbling protest when he felt those large, brown-furred hands scooping in under his hoodie to touch his orange fur and young flesh.

"Mm. Your son is so cute..." The Greedent murmured, lowering his head and pressing his muzzle against Jeremiah's neck, kissing along up towards his cheek as his hands slid from the Raichu's stomach towards his inner thighs, where they lingered for barely a moment or two before touching with the cub's crotch. Jeremiah instinctively tensed and gritted his teeth, both angling away from the Greedent's invasive smooches and squeezing his legs together. A tingle spread throughout his loins, coupled with a growing sense of dread, his young mind slowly beginning to put the pieces together his dad's previous behaviour and current events, though even now his mind attempted to justify it.

Brandon made no attempts to push the Greedent off-- after all, this was part of their agreement. He watched as Rocky's hungry hands grew more direct, one palm groping and nudging against Jeremiah's crotch as the other loosely tugged at the elastic waistband of the boy's tracksuit bottoms, yanking them down at the back to expose his ass. He slid them past those plump cheeks and travelled his hand up, holding onto the waistband with a thumb and yanking it down at the front.

Jeremiah wasn't sure whether to try and wrestle free or remain, for whilst he was put off by the Greedent's rough touch, he also couldn't deny the pleasure he felt, something that he had yet to really experience with another person. When his pants slipped past his hips in their entirety, Jeremiah's young cock was exposed to the whistling wind, and the coolness of the harsh breeze was soon replaced by the warmth of Rocky's hand over his small, half-chub cock and tiny package.

A quiet groan escaped Rocky's lips as he pushed his hips further against Jeremiah's ass, using his free hand to grip the cub's waist and pull him down against a poking, turgid mass that twitched wildly against the Raichu's chubby behind. Jeremiah trembled, lidding his eyes and moaning quietly under his breath as Rocky's hand loosened around his crotch, his fingers curling around the young cock to give it a few leisurely pumps. Each tug and yank caused Jeremiah to quiver, his cheeks quickly growing warm under such a delightful assault.

"Nnf, fuck." The Greedent shifted in his seat as Brandon drew closer. With some rough and vigorous adjustment that caused the back of the car to creak and shift with Rocky's weight, the adult Pokémon managed to somehow get his trousers down around his ankles, and Jeremiah became visibly aware of what lay between the Greedent's legs. Rocky lifted him up somewhat, holding him underneath his knees and spreading his legs, just so Jeremiah's father could get a better look at his son. Jeremiah's member was nothing to scoff at for a boy his age, at a twitching 5 inches despite only being 10 years old. Brandon's mouth went dry at the sight, but he couldn't do much about it-- the agreement with his friend was, after all, to offer up his son's ass.

Beneath Jeremiah's ass, out of sight from the boy, sat Rocky's member, as thick as a log and almost as long. Standing at a shocking 11 inches with a girth so unnaturally thick for a length that size, the Greedent's member wildly pulsed at the mere thought of penetrating that young, virgin ass-- so wild was Rocky's imagination that the tip of his cock was already slick and glistening with pre-cum, prepped and ready for entry. He lowered the boy down as Brandon tugged at the button of his shorts, tugging down the zipper and letting them drop around his manly, athletic hips. For the first time, Jeremiah was greeted to a sight he'd never thought he'd see: his dad's erect cock. Twitching at a visible 10 inches, the humanoid looking member sat mere inches from the Raichu's body a chill ran through the cub's form as an uneasy feeling swept through him. What was his father going to do with it?

Before he could even consider the notion, a vivid sensation rushed through him, an immeasurable tension to intense that he had to clamp and squeeze every muscle in his body. The Greedent's member had sandwiched firmly between Jeremiah's supple cheeks, the swollen head pressing firmly and hungrily against the cub's virgin button, pushing forwards in an effort to penetrate. The pre-cum made it slick and easy, but the combination of slippery natural lube and Jeremiah's squeezing made it almost impossible to get the right angle. The Greedent huffed and groaned, nibbling at Jeremiah's neck and trying to coax him into loosening as he continued to buck his hips, trying to get his head in past that tight little ring. With each thrust came a young grunt, followed by a distinctly adult groan. The two squirmed and writhed, almost to the point of gyrating, as Brandon watched. He eventually grew impatient and snapped his fingers, getting Rocky's attention.

"Hold him by the ass." Brandon instructed, reaching out to grab Jeremiah's ankles and keep his legs firmly apart, licking his lips as the sight of the cub's still erect member twitching up and down. He watched again as Rocky's hands slid towards the boy's ass and his greedy mitts grasped those plump cheeks, spreading them apart as he dug his fingers in, gripping firmly. He plunged upwards again and Jeremiah winced briefly, his lips trembling as a wet squelch bounced around the inner acoustics of the car boot. The Greedent sighed, delighted, and Brandon assumed he'd managed to get himself inside. With his 'friend' lodged firmly in the boy's ass, Brandon could get what he wanted.

With a firm hold on those ankles, the Cinderace cocked Jeremiah's legs inward, using the leverage of his grip to get the cub's knees to bend and spread out bow-legged, to the point where his large paws inevitably met together, sandwiching his father's cock between his soles. Brandon sighed under his breath and gently rolled his hips forwards, enamoured by the sight of his foreskin snagging on the Raichu's paws through sheer friction along, revealing the red head of his cock. Jeremiah was all too focused on the Greedent beneath him and the searing mixture of pleasure and pain that surged through him to even pay attention to what his Dad was doing-- which suited Brandon just fine.

Tugging back, the Cinderace affirmed his grip on the boy's ankles and pulled them tightly together, forcing Jeremiah's paws to press down onto that cock. Like most Raichus, Jeremiah's paws were as long as they were big, something akin to a heel pad sitting at the base and ending in two distinctly brown-furred toes, lacking any visibly claws or tips. The Cinderace angled his cock directly upwards and laid his member along those long soles like a hot dog in a bun. He kneaded his hips forwards and let out a delight, shuddering sight as his foreskin tugged back and the head of his cock smeared delicately along his son's toes, pressing neatly within the creases between his toes and soles.

Rocky huffed low under his breath, hands gripping perhaps a little too tightly around the cub's doughy behind, pushing his hips up and hissing through his large buck teeth as he settled the entire length of his cock into the cub's behind. It had taken some work, but the warmth around his member was to die for, the spasming muscles practically milking his cock just by being inside. He rolled his hips and guided Jeremiah as he moved, effectively manhandling him and kneading his member into those delightful inner walls. Jeremiah's mind was a haze, his senses filled with the murmuring groans from the two adults and the discomfort from his behind, but all of them was overshadowed by the spiking, cascading pleasure that rushed up his spine and crashed through his body like a tsunami with each subtle knead of that girthy cock, causing his young member to wildly throb untouched, droplets of pre-cum dripping from its tip and down his length, onto his balls.

Brandon took his time, for he wanted to explore every inch of Jeremiah's paws whilst he had the chance. He angled and twisted, dragging his cock back and forth. He rubbed it against the soles, down to the heel pads, even between the Raichu's toes-- he explored it all, smearing pre-cum this way and that until Jeremiah's paws were sticky with the substance and the Cinderace was sufficiently riled up. He positioned himself, angling the two feet inwards and settling his cock into the curvature of the Raichu's toes, the underside of his member cradled by the edge of the raichu's soles. He thrust, utilising the paws like a makeshift fleshlight, the pre-cum making his movements slick and wild, with only just enough friction to tug his foreskin back with each thrust, arousing him further.

Jeremiah was beginning to whimper and groan, his eyes lidded over as the sheer, unbridled ecstasy flowed through him, growing more and more intense as time went on. Whatever Rocky was doing to him was working, as each knead, thrust and squeeze poked at something inside him that had his cock aching for more, his loins growing peculiarly tight. There was only so much he could take before he began to squirm, and the wiggling of his ass and body was all the Greedent needed to get his rocks off-- Rocky moaned into Jeremiah's neck, muttering something under his breath as he stretched those cheeks as far as the taut flesh would allow, gripping them tight and tugging his hips back. That slight withdrawal grazed against the cub's prostate and pulled at his used ring, forcing him to curl his toes, which only sought to pleasure his father.

Rocky began to thrust, pounding his hips up and filling the quiet parking lot with the sound of their forbidden sex, each hump accentuated by the wet slap of his pre-slathered balls against the cub's ass. Each desperate thrust prodded further at that sensitive spot inside of the boy, who bit down on his lips and gripped as hard as he could, his muscles clenching with all the strength he could manage. Rocky shuddered from the sudden clenching and settled himself down, huffing tiredly through a lidded gaze as his entire body relaxed. His member visibly throbbed, balls tensing and tucked up against his body as deep, intimate spurts of cum shot into the cub's behind. Each turgid throb splattered Jeremiah's insides with the Greedent's gooey spunk, until it pooled around the sides of the chubby Pokémon's humanoid member and oozed down his balls, onto the boot below him.

Each throb was enough to send Jeremiah over the edge. The gentle coaxing to his prostate sent his cock into a frenzy, twitching and bouncing up and down with each surge of blood until little strings of nut shot from the end, travelling no further than an inch of two, hitting the concrete below. Jeremiah couldn't hold back his whimpering moans of half-delight, half-discomfort as the Greedent nuzzled into him, loosening a hand on his ass so that he could reach over and stroke the cub's cock a little, coaxing the last of the boy's orgasm from the young member. Only Brandon remained, but even he was due to finish any moment not, his hips relentlessly thrusting back and forth between those curling paws until he dragged back and clenched the base of his member, letting out a restrained groan as he smeared his cock against the soles, spurting ropes onto the warm, pre-covered paws. He hungrily watched the way the seed dripped down, enough to encourage a more vivid jet from the end of his member that oozed more readily down the Raichu's paw, dripping off his heel.

For a moment there was a quiet silence, broken only by their exhausted panting. Jeremiah's whole body ached for rest, but the way the Greedent was lightly stroking him and stroking at his chubby belly spoke nothing of a lack of stamina. Brandon casually stroked his member and watched the two of them for a moment, before a grin spread across his face.

"Alright Rocky, my turn. You're good for another round, right Jer'?"

Jeremiah stared up at his father, wide-eyed. The only thing he could think to do was nervously gulp.



---------- x x x ----------

Wes cringed.

"So..." He began awkwardly. "Your dad...did stuff to you with his friend?"

"Yep!" Jeremiah slurred, already on his 3rd bottle. "Pretty much anytime my step-mom wasn't home he'd pound my ass with his buddies, right up until I moved out at 18. Hell, sometimes he let me pound his buddies too...you know, when I was older."

Wes leant back in his seat. It made sense now why Jeremiah was so sexually active all the time-- if anything, it was his norm from such a young age. Wes almost felt bad for him, were it not for the fact that the cycle was effectively repeating itself already...though Wes was 16 now. Technically within the age of consent in his country, so it was fine...right?

"That's..." Wes began, but Jeremiah leant forwards and quietly burped, placing his bottle on the coffee table.

"Fucked up?" The Alolan Raichu grinned from cheek to cheek, before his smile faltered a little. "I mean yeah, probably a little...at first. But I started to like it. Helped me get confident, you know? I learnt how to please people, at least in the way, which made future relationships super easy. Everyone says I'm a good lay."

He winked, but something about the way he smiled seemed off. Perhaps there was more to the story than he was letting on-- the fact he barely mentioned his step-mom at all was probably a factor. Before Wes could press for more, Jeremiah reached for the remote and turned on the TV, leaning back. He patted his belly and gestured over to Wes who, with a sigh, shuffled closer and leant up against him, cuddling up.

A figure lingered in the doorway, just out of sight. Carl shuffled on his feet and his brow furrowed into a worried frown. He moved to step into the living room, stopped, retreated and stepped forwards again, before he eventually chickened out and turned, heading back down the hall. He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to acknowledge it. There was a time and a place for such a conversation, but it wasn't now. He'd wait, until he was ready.