An adult Leafeon sits on her sofa, leaning back and absent-mindedly listening to her TV while keeping track of and writing on various papers, folders, and clipboards with both strewn about. Her eyes were tired, her little reading glasses kept slipping, and she was stretching and yawning frequently. The closed curtains covered a dark window, and the smiling news anchors droned on about nothing all that important.

At the sound of a little alarm on her smartphone, it vibrating against the tabletop, she jolts to attention and sighs, smiling to herself after a moment. Freedom! She's done for the night, dropping what she was carrying onto the table and turns to smoosh her face into the couch, massaging it with the comfort of cushion. Her work is left alone as she stands up, it all having scribbled answers to questions, red ink marking them and set aside in piles.

The teacher stretches out, her oversized pink t-shirt coming up and showing her black shorts for a moment. She relaxes and adjusts her glasses as she walks down the short hallway to her room at the end, shutting the door for privacy despite no-one else being in her apartment. A sigh leaves her as she pulls up and off her shirt, revealing a tame, middling sizing of breasts, both with green nipples matching the leafy accents of her species. Her shorts and panties are tugged down together, and a hefty set of shemale genitals drops down to her knees. A full, massive ballsack and a flaccid, yet long and thick length bobs as she moves about. Its foreskin was only just enough to allow her green cocktip to peek out.

She yawns and tenses up again as she tosses her dirty clothes into the laundry basket next to the bathroom door. Once taking off and placing her glasses on her dresser, the Leafeon exhaustedly steps into her bathroom, closing the door behind her and starting the water for a well-deserved hot shower.

Water drips down her body, and she inhales the humid steam, feeling relaxed all over. The Leafeon stares down at her genitals, making a light sigh in depression like she always does. To her, it felt like a curse, despite the fleeting pleasure it gives. There was always that regret in fulfilling her lustful thoughts, even just in the comfort of her chair, as she's had no real relationships with a special someone. And to make things worse, her recent evolution made it all stranger...

A hand mindlessly strokes the length of it to get a feel for it, just out of habit. The shaft is so thick, when in her grip she can just meet the tip of her thumb to her fingers. While it's settled down for the moment, when erect it's so long she can barely go through a doorway sideways. Her canteloupe-sized sack feels heavy with its contents, of which she'll have to release yet again, soon... She knew her parts were much larger than the average, and yet, while most would consider it a badge of honor and luck, it only amplified her disgust and regret. It's all so massive, so troubling, so tiring to deal with. She hates being a shemale.

The lady sighs, and despite all that, a pang of lust shoots through her, ending at her cock which throbs, as her mind suddenly wanders without her input. A hand goes to her face and she strains to control it with deep breaths, trying not to think those disturbing thoughts. Music helps... She thinks to herself that she should get her headphones once she's done. Her hands focus on aggressively washing up her body so she can get out.

She pulls a hanging towel off the rack and dries herself off thoroughly, huffing at the semi-erection she's left with, trying to focus on something else. Once finished, she tiredly opens up the door, rubbing her face with the towel before tossing it into the basket. She turns and steps to her dresser to get another set of house clothes, an oversized shirt and simple shorts which are a bit tight, yet comfortable.

"Hey." That sudden greeting made the teacher jump and turn her head around, where a small Eevee girl sits on her bed, looking like a seven or eight year old. She wears a black midriff tank top and black skirt, with a set of matching purple arm and leg warmers. She's leaning back while on the edge of the bed, one leg folded over another, her face looking confident and a little devious. Notably, her eyes were those of the feral kind, being dark, an increasingly uncommon recessive trait, and hers in particular had a purple accent. That fluffy Eevee ruff around her neck was tied into a tail behind her for extra style.

The Leafeon holds her thumping chest and sighs out her fright, leaning on her dresser. Once she catches her breath, her face turns to an irritated pout as she continues to pick out her clothing, still fully naked in the Eevee's presence.

"Mom, don't do that. Can't you respect my privacy?" Her nose snorts and she picks out a purple tee, black panties, black shorts. The mother watches from behind with a smirk on her face, getting a small thrill of seeing that large ballsack nestle itself into those panties as they're pulled up.

"Zoey, we're practically married," the other says, trying to ease tension for the both of them. That comment makes her daughter snort again, pausing for a brief moment and then continuing to dress. "If it weren't for, you know, we'd probably even have litters of cubs..." The thought of it makes her sigh with a smile for a moment, but she knows it's impossible, and she loses her expression to a bit of sadness. For anyone else, a couple that can't have children due to one party might have them feel a little guilty, but those issues were long resolved between these two.

"I think it's better that we can't... I can't." The Leafeon straightens out her clothes as they're finished put on, then places her small glasses on her face. "...And you know I'm not even sure if that's entirely true. Not that it matters, we shouldn't be having children. And aren't you on birth control, anyway?" With the way she said it all, it was in that teacher voice that she knows irritates her mother. Normally swapping barbs like that is part of their usual jousting, but the mom looks down with a furrowed brow, which surprises her in that she didn't respond again with her own.

"...I just wanted to come by to check up on you again, Zoe. It's been a couple months, and I haven't heard from you." She adjusts her position on the bed, looking around the somewhat bare bedroom. It's clear no-one else has been here, and Zoe doesn't seem to have a hobby. There still aren't any decorations on the empty walls. It does disappoint her a little bit. "There's just some stuff that happened earlier this week, that's all. Made me think about you." A small paw goes to scratch her cheek nervously, as talking like this wasn't normal between them. Her face remains stoic as she stares down at the carpet, thinking about something.

"...I see." The teacher feels her mother's strange behavior, she normally wasn't so quiet and un-playful. She steps over to the bed and sits next to her much shorter mom, looking down at her. "I've just been so busy with teaching. It's hard work, and it's hard enough being... who I am..." A pair of fingers press at her forehead, trying not to think about that right now. "Anyway... Do you want to talk about what happened?" A paw goes to scratch her own cheek, too. Whatever it was had clearly gotten to her mother, and she's concerned.

"Mmm... Maybe later." She sighs, and then Zoe leans back a bit in surprise as her mother crawls onto her lap, sitting up and looking at her with a serious expression. "Right now, I... I need you." The Leafeon is taken aback by those words, as it was a kind of code the two made a long time ago from an intimate reference. With the way she said it, and the look on her face, she knew her mother just needed some time to take her mind off of things. Without hesitation, her hands go around that small waist as she leans down closer, her mother's arms fling up to wrap around her neck, and they share a passionate kiss.

While their tongues wrap around each other's, Zoe keeps hold while leaning back and lays gently onto the bed, her mother crawling up to continue kissing comfortably, their muzzles suckling and drooling all the while. The Eevee's lower legs rise and fall a little bit as her daughter's arms wrap tight around her, their simple snuggling and kissing getting both of them ready in their panties.

The mom breaks the kiss, pulling on her daughter's tongue slightly before releasing as she rears back, and licks her lips as she crawls over to the pillows. She grabs a poofy one and lays her body face-down on the bed, her head resting on the pillow and looking back at her kid. Her rear end and tail sway a bit, and Zoe almost breaks the mood by going back over to her dresser to place her glasses on it again before continuing. She clears her throat before crawling over to her teasing mother, whose knees slide forward so she can present her little, yet curvy rump to her daughter.

Zoe's nose gets a whiff of the moist mound, leaning forward and touching her nose just between those nether lips, her tongue following with a few long licks. It makes her mother giggle a bit, and she opens her mouth to speak, ready to talk dirty. However, she used the special words, and her daughter hates dirty talk, at least from her. She bites her lip and holds it in as a pang of pleasure makes her body twitch, needing this to be a tender moment between the two. A moaning sigh leaves her as she lays and enjoys it, her tail flicking about.

A hand tugs on those little panties and pulls them off of the mom, whose legs lie flat so her skirt can be pulled off, too. Her toes curl in and out as her daughters hands grab her hips and brush upwards against her well-kept fur, the fingers dipping under that midriff top and pushing it up. She thinks to herself that Zoey's gotten awful good at this, as she sighs and raises her arms up so her shirt can be taken, too.

Left nude by her own daughter, she spreads her knees again and arcs her back, hugging the fluffy pillow to herself while laying her head on it against the bed's headboard. Her arm and leg warmers accentuate her brown fur and make her curvy body really pop. On her upper back is a tattoo of three concentric black hearts, made from Everstone ink, so that she need not worry about evolving by surprise... as her daughter had.

All the while, Zoe's breathing a little heavily, her shemale lust having built up a fair bit in the foreplay and stripping her own mother down. She haphazardly gets her panties off while staying up on her knees, her weighty sack comforted by the blanket as she sits down on her legs, her erection freeing itself to the open air once more and throbbing with eagerness. It bobs about as she sits up and makes her way to her mother laying against the headboard, a bit impatient but never getting tired of the sight of her daughter's lady parts.

To her, it's as though they get bigger every time she sees them. She feels the hot loins and sack of Zoe against her rump, making her inhale. The enormous hard length brushes past her tail and rests on her neck ruff, and she feels it pulse with lust as the base of it throbs on her rump at the base of her tail. She twists herself a little bit in order for her muzzle to reach. Her wet nose brushes against the green-colored cockhead, and it throbs back at her. It's kissed, and it drools a light tan liquid. She laps it up, its taste so sweet, and yet it's only a preview. Whatever caused her daughter to have such amazingly kinky cum is like a blessing to her arousal. She gets back into position, looking back and up at her daughter who has that blank stare of lust, and she knows she's ready.

The Leafeon's hands grip her mother's slender waist as she brushes the whole length of her cock down that little backside as it's pulled back. It's yet another one of many times she's done this, but there's just something about doing it every time that scratches a deep, instinctual itch in her shemale brain... The head of it slicks right in, making her mother gasp and moan. Its size is still considerable, making her tense up at first, but she knows she needs to relax for the big ones. Very very few have been bigger than her daughter to begin with, and she's still growing! She could be a serious porn star if she wanted to be...

With the mother's experienced body, that sizeable cock slides right in with just a little pushing, the insides a soft, yet squeezing cushion for that thick rod. She's hilted with ease, its length nearly the same as her whole torso, and she can feel it throbbing all along the length of her body, almost feeling like it's overwhelming her heartbeat with the strength of those pulsations. The mom hugs the pillow and breathes, loving that feeling of being used for a cock's pleasure, filled up all the way so that her body can milk it for its goods. Zoe breathes heavily behind her, adjusting to her insides, and tugging on the collar of her oversized shirt to cool down the light sweat she already has. Her hips gyrate side to side a little, feeling the long tunnel squirm at her motion, as well as making her mother groan and shiver and drool into the pillow, unable to move from the pleasure.

Zoe holds tight onto that thin waist and draws her hips back a bit, listening to the wet noise of doing so and paying close attention to all the sensations of her mom's insides tugging on her cock, while watching the outside of her tight lips do the same. She thrusts forward with a plop, eliciting a grunt from the both of them. Despite how many times they've done it, sex never gets old for the two, truly in love!

It didn't take long for Zoe to get a pace going, her mom adjusting well enough to at least move her own hips in a rhythm that best fit the both of them. The Leafeon teacher fucks her little mom nice and gentle, despite most ladies like her liking to do it rough, but she's a softer type of shemale. She stops for a moment while hilted to get a breath, feeling up her mom's squishy ass pressed up against her. Her hands let go and she leans down, holding herself up at the sides of the pillow and pressing her nose into her mom's headfur. The mom's eyes roll up as she feels her daughter's hot, lustful breaths and moans on the back of her head. Something about being exposed to raw vigor like that, and the massive dick inside her moving subtly and throbbing throws her into an orgasm. Her body tightens up, and she bites the pillow while holding her breath, gripping it very tightly and shuddering all over as pleasure flows through her in shocking waves.

Inside that tight tunnel, it flexes itself hard against the intruder and Zoe grits her teeth, moaning out as she decides then to keep thrusting into her mom. The Eevee finally takes a breath, moaning after every inhale as her shemale daughter keeps going at her during her climax. Her muscles are weakened and she feels like a limp sex toy, which only tickles her fetishes even more. She can't think as her daughter pounds away at her tender little body, their sweat and Eevee juices making a mess at their sexes.

Zoe makes a quick grunt and then inhales suddenly, feeling her body tighten up and her long cock harden something fierce. She falls more onto her mother, wrapping her arms over her body high and low from behind, and moans into her head as her own climax begins. The mom closes her eyes as hot, sticky goodness spurts into her tenderized insides, making her smile as she breathes heavily, loving that she could make her daughter feel good once more. The length inside her can be felt throbbing hard as her tunnel, as well as those weighty balls, work in tandem to milk as much of its contents out as possible into this small Eevee.

It's over all too soon for the two, and they take a few moments to catch their breath. The mom was always a bit disappointed in that her daughter doesn't spurt out as much as some other shemales despite her size, but at least there's other benefits... Zoe tugs her cock out slowly, gritting her teeth as sensitivity and soreness had set in. As it slides itself out, many sticky trails of something stick to the length, and the sticky noise of sticky stickiness is clear. When the head finally pops out and she sits back on her arms, both her cocktip and her mom's puss drool a thick glob of something tan-colored which drips down onto the blanket slowly and stringily not unlike syrup.

"Mmm... Thanks for that, kiddo." She always says that. The mom stretches out her limbs, feeling a bit sore, and then turns around to face her daughter, looking satisfied. Zoe's still trying to catch her breath, and closes her eyes to try and relax, only for her eyes to shoot open again in surprise. Her mom's lapping up the syrup on her cock. "How is this so sweet...?" She opens her mouth and suckles on the end, drawing out the bit of warm sweetness left inside. After a moment or two, she pulls back and licks her lips.

Zoe strains to move her legs off the bed, and once done, she lets herself fall backward and lay on the blanket, breathing out a sigh. Her mom crawls over and lays on her, her head between Zoe's breasts and leans on one like a tiny pillow. "Mom... Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" The daughter raises her head up a little and looks down at her with genuine concern. She lies back and sighs again after a moment, still feeling tired.

"Hm." Her mother thinks for a moment, feeling relaxed by the sweaty scent of her daughter's expired lust as she rests in her bosom. "...There was this cub."

A story is told about a little Growlithe that she met nearby. Her name was Anastasia. The Eevee had met the Delcatty mother in her line of work, that being prostitution. Unfortunately, the mother was a pissant parent, hardly taking care of her little girl. She was seen now and then at the usual bars and hangouts for picking up jobs, and Zoe's mom hated being around her because she was just an intolerable bastard. "She was pretty ugly, anyway," she says while rolling her eyes.

A few weeks ago, the Delcatty brought her Growlithe daughter along to a bar. She noticed the girl looked a little worried, as she kept looking around nervously. Her expression was tired, and she seemed kind of thin for her age, which she guessed was about six or seven. The girl stayed around her mother wordlessly as she loudly talked to people around the bar, prattling on about how the girl was adopted and she was mostly an annoyance, only 'getting stuck with her' because of a dead relative. She doesn't remember anything else, as she had to go out on a job shortly after.

She saw the Delcatty mom again, slutting around more and being a bitch as usual. However, she overheard her gossip about not having to worry about her daughter anymore. The Eevee didn't think much of it, and carried on as usual.

Fast forward to two days ago. The main gang that Zoe's mom associates with had raided a rival gang's place due to finding out about child trafficking. Turns out it was true. She heard talk about one house having cubs being used for sex slavery, and keeping them complacent with drugs. The mom sits up and holds her head in her hands, massaging her face and sighing. That makes Zoe sit up. There were pictures of the aftermath of the raid, and one of the ones she saw was of that Growlithe cub. She was naked, and it was clear she was abused, raped, beaten, and forced to take drugs. And... she didn't make it by the time they checked her out.

Zoe's mom inhales deeply and breathes a long sigh. "I just think about that bastard of a mother and wonder if I might have turned out like that if I wasn't careful. I... wish I could have done something before, I wish..." She brings her paws up and wipes them down her face. "I-I care about you, Zoe, I really do." A crappy mother and a mistreated daughter reminded her of what's important. Zoe lifts her mom up into a loving hug, unsure what to say, feeling a mix of sadness and anger at what happened.

"...If we ever have a daughter, I promise we'll treat her with all the love in the world." Zoe's sure about that. "Although, it's not likely we will... But someday, if we don't make an egg ourselves or with someone else, we can always adopt." Her mind thinks of the possibilities, while her mom remains hugging on her and wondering what it'd be like to be a grandparent that looks like a kid. "There's no shortage of orphaned children... Some go to the school." She scratches her head and sighs.

"We should probably clean up." Zoe moves her mom off her and stands up to go to her bathroom, throwing her sweaty shirt into the basket. Her mom hops off the bed to follow her with a smile. "...No, we'll just get dirty again..."

"Awwww, moooommm!" She teases her and Zoe reacts with a stern look, not saying anything as she goes into her bathroom. The Eevee sighs with a smile as she looks at the closed door, folding her arms and feeling glad that despite her straight-edge, somewhat boring lifestyle and stick-in-the-mud personality, Zoe turned out alright. "...Love you, kiddo." She could really use a life partner, though. Mom leaves the room to get ready to shower in the bathroom in the hallway, feeling like she should visit more.