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You see, when you’re a magician, you’ve got to play your cards right; both literally and metaphorically speaking, so your choice of babysitter for when you’re out on the go is crucial to make sure you don’t leave your kids under the supervision of some perversely flamboyant, foppish man, who’s a little [i]too[/i] eager to flaunt his obnoxious sexual imagery as the foundation of his entire personality. NOT suitable around kids in the slightest! He’ll corrupt the minds of our youth and try to convert them into being a sexual deviant just like himself!\n\nLuckily for our Magician Cat, there’s no need for concern of lecherous gay ducks flouncing around like pixies and sprinkling their gay conversion dust all over our children, you see; for Meowscarada has decided to leave the honor of babysitting duties to a [i]real[/i] man— one who exemplifies everything that is right in our society, yes! A strong, masculine male figurehead with no perverse mental illnesses or paraphilias, a man who is certainly not the type to shove some misguided sexual agenda into the faces of everyone he meets! \n\nNot some overly sexual [i]dancer[/i] who’s only interested in shaking his disgusting twink body in the presence of virgin eyes. No, no; this is a man who [i]sings[/i]; every hymn, a gospel of all that is right and pure, in a world corrupted by dubious predators only in it to enforce their disgusting fetishes onto innocents. This is a man whose voice sings of praise to liberty and freedom; Glory to Paldea! \n\nThere is nobody more trustworthy than the chorus behind such hymns! We need a [i]real[/i] man who can use his voice to defend our children; each note, a promise to be a protective, safe, loving father figure, defending our world from the wicked evils that plague our very streets. \n\nThis man is [i]Skeledirge[/i], the [i]Singer PokĂ©mon[/i]. Everybody can trust a man whose political ideals match the scape of your own! The way he condemns evildoers by uttering curse words that those fiendish beings hate to hear, the way he makes all the right votes to keep the Paldean dream alive—and he’s got a kid of his own, to boot! There’s no way a married man with children could be as dubious as those dirty [i]F-words[/i]! Hence why it has been sir Skeledirge chosen to take on the temporary responsibility of our magician friend’s parenting duties until he returns from some sort of plot irrelevant business.\n\nMeowscarada stared at his son for a moment, then shrugged. “I won’t be long. Make sure the boy doesn’t give you any trouble.”\n\nLittle Sprigatito, the spry, young son of the Magician PokĂ©mon, stared up with an abashed gaze at his temporary caretaker. Mr. Skeledirge was so
 [i]big[/i]!\n\n“Huhuhu, don’t you worry ‘bout it,” the crocodile man spoke up, a deep, gravely texture to his voice; a jarring juxtaposition when compared to his singing voice, which inexplicably sounds nothing like his regular speaking voice, for reasons nobody has quite figured out yet.\n\n“We raise these boys the [i]right[/i] way in this household,” the croc continued, a patriotic smirk adorned his wide, jagged grin, to which Meowscarada responded with a pleased nod. “I expect nothing less from a man of your caliber!” the Magician praised, having full confidence that no issues are to arrive under the crocodile man’s supervision; after all, he was the spitting image of what all men should be! Not like some hypothetical fruity duck, who might as well be a Poison type with how much their toxins fetter our society! I mean, they’re puttin’ chemicals in the water that are makin’ the Froakies gay!\n\nLittle Sprigatito turned back to his father. “Papa, when are you gonna be back?” He said, a slight nervous look on his face.\n\n“I’ll be back before you know it,” he assured the kit, turning his attention towards the Fire croc. “If you need anything, tell Mr. Skeledirge here to give me a call.” Sprigatito’s eyes glance back up at the croc man, whose eyes upturned to a warm smile.\n\n“You’ve got nothing to worry about, dear, he’s a good man! He even has a son about your age, isn’t that right?” Meowscarada continued, nudging Sprigatito forth, standing the boy in front of the hulking mass that was Mr. Skeledirge.\n\n“That’s right, you know lil’ [i]Fuecoco[/i], don’t ya!” Skeledirge chuckled, leaning down to get on equal level to the boy; yet even in his kneeling position, Mr. Skeledirge is huge!!!\n\n“Fuecoco from school?” Sprigatito said, eyes widening with sudden interest as he walked forward, yet still taken aback at the sheer size of the man in front of him.\n\n“Go and play with your friend, sweetie, and don’t misbehave,” Meowscarada said, placing a hand on the kit’s shoulder before standing up and turning towards the door, looking back as he continued. “Sorry to keep you occupied, sir— but I know you won’t find yourself in much trouble, now will you?” the Magician said whilst nodding at the croc, smiling in earnest; it’s most certainly true, Skeledirge won’t be no trouble at all around his children, not in the slightest! He’s no duck from down the street, that’s right! Mr. Skeledirge is 100% trustworthy in every way possible!\n\nThe fire croc chuckled as he stood up, his massive figure coming into full view again as he assured with full confidence that he is to be trusted around kits and cubs alike. “Not at all a problem, my friend!” He smirked, arms crossed in a manly and socially acceptable way; body language affirming all that Meowscarada needed to know—that this is a man worth trusting indeed! Now, if he were to have some sort of limp-wrist, hand-on-hips pose, he certainly wouldn’t want any kids in the presence of that man at all, but Mr. Skeledirge isn’t like that, no; he's the type of man that the Paldea region needs at its reigns.\n\nThe magician bowed in gesture of respect to his socially agreeable cohort and nodded to his son before departing out the door. “Now you see me,” he started as he waved goodbye, before doing some tacky illusion trickery with his leaf cape or whatever. “[i]Now you don’t![/i]” and just like that, in a flash, Meowscarada had totally disappeared from sight!\n\n“Bye papa! Come back soon!” Sprigatito said, followed by riled giggles at the display of low brow party magic. In the eyes of a cub, adults were so cool! I wanna be like that when I grow up, too!\n\nMr. Skeledirge shut the door behind him, and took a deep breath. \n\nAhh
 Finally
 [i]Finally[/i]! Alone with Meowscarada’s cute little son! And my own son, Fuecoco, upstairs playing with the neighbor’s boy, Quaxly! Ohhh, yes, I love babysitting me some cute boys, huhuhuhu!!!\n\nThat damn cat jester just doesn’t know what he had just inadvertently put his son into.\n\n“Mr. Skeledirge, is Fuecoco here?” Sprigatito asked, looking up at the croc man; his cute, round kitten eyes looking up with a coy expression as he fiddled with his paws. Mr. Skeledirge was really big, bigger than any grown-up the kit had ever seen before! And he was a little scary, too—he was a mountain of a man, intimidating in posture, and a Fire type at that; hot, red scales clad his muscle hard body and a white pattern fashioned across his crocodilian face that greatly resembled a skull, the illusion made even more apparent with pitch black sclera only illuminated by bright yellow pupils that stared the kitten down as if he was his prey. He looks really scary, but
!\n\n“’Course, lil one! He’s upstairs with Quaxly! You know [i]Quaxly[/i], right? Your friends from school? Go on up and say hi, scamp!” The croc man responded, the yellow of his eyes upturned into a smiling expression, the corners of his jagged mouth fashioned into a grin as his postured eased up, a friendly display of a man definitely worth trusting. If papa Meowscarada was right, then it’s true! Mr. Skeledirge isn’t so scary at all!\n\n“Okay! Thank you mister!” Sprigatito giggled before running up the stairs, and as he did so, the croc man’s eyes glanced over, those dark eyes fixated on the boy’s behind as he sauntered up the stairs. Licking his lips with that long purple tongue as he did so. [i]Grrrowrl[/i].\n\nSkeledirge waited for just a moment, and, as if the coast was clear, locked the door; the distinct *click* sound, a deliberate signal to some unseen entity that had been idly waiting for this moment. \n\nUpon the signaled click of a locked door, suddenly, as if from nowhere, a small, flaming spectral being coalesced, one that looked like
 a [i]bird[/i]? A round, orb shaped flaming bird that glowed a bright orange, the trails from its embers making out a simulacrum of wings, with two pale white dots for what we can assume are eyes. \n\nIt fluttered in believably birdlike fashion and perched itself upon the very tip of Skeledirge’s snout, nested just above his two triangular nostrils that glowed with an intense heat.\n\n“Guhuhuh, [i]Birdie[/i]!” Skeledirge tittered, amused by his little bird friend—visibly happy to see the strange, ethereal flaming bird. Was this some sort of pet? At least, that’s what many of Skeledirge’s cohorts believed it to be; this bird was seemingly always at the tip of the croc’s snout, wherever he went. Seldom were they apart; and if they ever were, all it would take is a quick whistle and the familiar would somehow find its way perched right back on its usual spot.\n\n“Yusss, it’s time, Birdie, them boys are up there, so cute and sexy, they are!” Skeledirge said, his expression now twisting into a dubious, wicked grin; flames spewing from the sides of his mouth as his body temperature began to rise under the intense influx of sexual arousal boiling within.\n\nThe entity he’d been referring to as “Birdie” simply sat stationary, not having even its “eyes” blink, nor even a single chirp in response, as one would expect from such a creature. But what really [i]was[/i] Birdie, anyway?\n\nThere is a short pause. Then, Mr. Skeledirge erupted with an uncontrollable laughter. “Uhuhuhuh, yessss, I’m so excited, Birdie, them boys are so cuuuute! Didja see the way that lil’ kitty swished his tail? He’s so cute, yes he is! Guhuhuh!”\n\nA short pause, followed by more laughter and crude, sexual remarks. From an outside perspective, Skeledirge was talking to nothing. He carried on, a back and forth conversation, speaking aloud seemingly to something or someone that was not there; followed by a short, silent pause, as if listening to a reply, and then promptly responding with laughs and erotic lechery in turn. \n\n“Ohoho, yes, good idea, Birdie!” Skeledirge said to
 himself? Someone? His face twisted in a perverse smile, stuck in some sort of unexplainable stupor, eyes glazed over with not a single thought of his own. Skeledirge hobbled over to his kitchen and opened up the cabinets, a wide array of colorful packaging containing a wide assortment of snacks. You see, Mr. Skeledirge loves to spoil his son, that’s right, so he’s got a whole cabinet full of sweets and candy. \n\nSkeledirge is quite adept at parenting, as you can tell; every decision he makes is carefully calculated, as Skeledirge is very much so a smart and talented man. Crazy to think he’s got such an intelligent mind, yes! Very intelligent and completely to his own volition, yes! \n\n[i]Or so you think.[/i]\n\nSkeledirge grabbed a haphazard assortment of snacks, each of varying popular flavors among young PokĂ©mon—Oran, Cheri, Pecha, Leppa, even tart Sitrus berry flavored gummies and candies; all the sweets that make all the young cubs cheer with delight when being rewarded for good behavior. Skeledirge himself isn’t much of a sweet tooth, but these candies are like magic, with the way they’re able to sway kits and cubs into behaving
 And little son Fuecoco is a [i]very[/i] well-behaved boy!\n\n“You [i]do[/i] always come up with the best ideas, guhuhuhu!” Skeledirge chuckled as he walked enroute to the stairs, praising no one in particular. Under normal circumstances, many of the other adults, coworkers and acquaintances pass Skeledirge’s self-rambling as just a relatively normal instance of lonesome souls who have a bit of habit of talking to themselves and laughing at their own jokes; but what they [i]don’t[/i] know is that the reality is much, much more sinister.\n\nSkeledirge found himself at the top of the stairway, feeling his groin grow wet with excitement while approaching the doorway to his son’s room. [i]If that damn Magician knew what Skeledirge does with his son behind closed doors[/i]
 It would appear that through some sort of operant conditioning, our crocodile father simply cannot hold in his arousal at the mere thought of walking to his son’s room, much less so now that there’s [i]two[/i] cute lil boys added to the mix!\n\n“[i]Ohohoh, Birdie, you genius![/i]” Skeledirge whispered to himself as he stepped into the door, making his presence known to the three boys inside; his unmistakable hulking figure nearly unable to fit through the doorway.\n\nThree boys sat, their attentions quickly turned to the crocodile man. They were sitting on the carpet, in front of a TV, with vibrant colored remotes in their hand, playing some awful looking game with low res textures on the screen. Fuecoco, the single son of the household, is the first to speak up, his dark, beady eyes lighting up as his father enters, unmistakable bags of intoxicating sweets ready to be delivered to good boys who deserve treats.\n\n“Hi daddy!” the little fire croc boy beamed, standing up and running over to his father, throwing his little chubby arms around his father’s leg in an embrace as he looked up at his papa.\n\n“Hello, sweetie! Are you boys having fun? [i]Hmm?[/i]” Daddy Dirge cooed, his grin a malicious twist, though in the eyes of his son; a kind and fatherly look, one that often he would use when exchanging gifts and treats in return for
 [i]Special favors[/i]. “I brought snacks! You like snacks, don’tcha, boy?” Dirge continued, leaning down and offering the saccharine succulents to his boy.\n\n“Yaaaay! Thank you, papa!” Fuecoco giggled, taking the plastic bags and ripping them open with eager finesse, immediately gobbling up whatever confectionary poured out, without much thought. Fuecoco was such a fat little bastard. Compared to the Magician’s son; Sprigatito, and the other boy, Quaxly, it’s obvious from a single glance that Fuecoco is spoiled rotten, most definitely; he’s got a round, chubby belly, and short legs, but papa Dirge wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, the way to a cub’s heart is through his stomach, so
 Daddy Dirge loves to spoil his baby boy with sweets, all the time! If it means getting some of that cute little chubby cock, then
 [i]Eat up, baby boy!!![/i]\n\n“[i]I want some![/i]” The grass cat exclaimed, dropping the game controller and pouncing over to the man, eager for a sugary treat; yet Fuecoco pulls away in protest when Sprigatito approaches.\n\n“Nuh uh,” The little crocodile pouted, taking the bags of sweets into his fat little arms and facing them away. “They’re not [i]your[/i] snacks, they’re mine,” he said with a coy selfishness in his voice.\n\nDaddy Dirge is quick to step in and ease the tension. “Ohh, now sweetie, be a good boy and share with your friends, okay? It’s not nice to take everything for yourself!” daddy said, a gentle hum to his voice, not reprimanding in the slightest but insistent on teaching good manners, even to a spoiled little boy like his son.\n\nFuecoco’s eyes furrow with guilt for a moment, before turning to the cat and duck. “Um, okay,” he murmured, a bit of blush forming at his chubby cheeks as he opened his arms to his playmates; a successful lesson from Daddy about sharing with friends coming to fruition! But what little Fuecoco and his friends [i]don’t[/i] know, is that Daddy is about to teach them a lot [i]more[/i] about sharing than just with sweets.\n\n“Good boy,” Daddy Dirge praised, innocuously using the wicked length of his tail to wrap around the doorknob and shut it behind him, having gone unnoticed by the cubs. The sound of the door shutting and a distinct *click* made him shudder with perverse intention, the very motion causing his thighs to quiver in anticipation. “I’m so glad to see you three getting along!” He grinned, masking diabolical motive in is voice.\n\n“Thank you for the snacks, mister!” Sprigatito mused, grabbing fistfuls of multi colored gummies and eating them like a little fucking savage; seriously what is it with you cubs and being messy eaters, ya fuckin’ neanderthals! Go wash your paws, sluts!\n\nFuecoco hobbled over to the duck boy, sitting quietly and patiently on the carpet, watching from afar. “Wanna try some?” the crocodile boy asked with a bit of performative earnest; but Quaxly turns his head abashedly at the offer.\n\n“I’m not supposed to eat candy,” he responded, two small, feathered wings to his chest in nervous posture.\n\nSprigatito leaps over, clumsily spilling forth rogue gummies from his sticky paws on to the carpet as he joins conversation. “Me neither! My daddy never lets me eat candy! He makes me eat gross leafy stuff!”\n\nAh, typical caliber of Grass types. Luckily for these boys, this is [i]Daddy Dirge’s house[/i], and the only rules are that there are no rules!\n\n“Hehehe.” Daddy Dirge chuckles, amused at how simple minded these boys are. This will be quite easy. “Don’t you boys worry. I ain’t gonna tell yer folks! You can eat all the sweets ya want here at my place!” He said with a dubious wink, lurching over and closing the space between the three boys.\n\n“Really? However much we want?!” Sprigatito gasped, eyes widening, sparkling a bit from the newfound freedom.\n\n“I-I dunno
” Quaxly mumbled, eyes poised with guilt towards the bags of candy; a sinful temptation that draws him to commit the single most heinous crime a young boy could do
 [i]Eat candy without ma and pa’s permission!!![/i]\n\nFuecoco stuffed more greedy sweets into his fat alligator mouth. “Mhm!” He exclaimed between bites, “My daddy is really cool and let’s me eat sweets all the time!”\n\nDaddy Dirge’s grin widens. “That’s right, boys, when you’re under my roof, I’ll letcha do all the fun things your ma and pa [i]don’t[/i] letcha do!” he spoke, his words filled with promise of forbidden fun; lots of candy, staying up late, playing games
 all the things little cubs could dream of!\n\nSprigatito and Fuecoco cheer in tandem, whilst Quaxly fidgets anxiously with his feathers, still unsure of how to approach newfound freedom where under normal circumstances, eating loads of sweets and playing games is a seldom luxury, only for boys who are on their best behavior.\n\nDaddy Dirge’s eyes dart towards the little duck boy, having caught on to the nervous body language, inching closer with nonthreatening intent as he leans down, making sure to keep appropriate distance between him and the tiny duck PokĂ©mon.\n\n“Don’t be shy, Quaxly,” he cooed as he gestured to the little duck’s friends, who were hungrily gobbling up all the sweets they could chew at a time. “You’re such a good little boy, yes you are! You deserve some sweets, too, little one!” he smiled warmly, taking his big hands and lifting his index finger up to his mouth in a “sush” pose as he continued. “[i]I won’t tell a single soul.[/i]” He promised; an oath to keep this sinful act of candy eating a secret to Quaxly’s ma and pa—two individuals of irrelevance, but the caretakers of that boy regardless. It would seem as if they’re just like Sprigatito’s folks; stuck-up prudes, ready to enforce their conservative methodology onto their kids. With the way Quaxly behaves and his disposition, it was not hard for Dirge to imagine that the boy’s parents were probably the same as Meowscarada; quick to shelter their boy from the heinous evildoers of this world— for [i]who[/i] in their right mind would let their son under the guidance of some sex fiend?!\n\nOh, that Quaxly, he certainly isn’t the son of this [i]hypothetical flamboyant sex pest duck[/i]; did you really think a [i]fruitcake[/i] like the [i]theoretical agenda-spreading duck from down the street[/i] would be capable of conceiving children and having a socially acceptable conformist man-and-woman marriage?! No no, Quaxly is the son of a happily married heterosexual couple of Swanna, you see; we don’t talk about the [i]other[/i] duck PokĂ©mon; he who shall not be named, for he is a filthy, [i]filthy[/i] man with a misguided heart, only out to poison the world with his dubious acts of sexual conversion!\n\nIt's a good thing Mr. Skeledirge isn’t like that! Nope! Not at all! Everyone loves Mr. Skeledirge! What a good, kind, loving man who isn’t addled with disgusting pervert sex thoughts in the slightest!\n\n“Who’s a good boy, you are! [i]Yes you are! [/i] ♡” Skeledirge said, with disgusting pervert sex thoughts. \n\nQuaxly blushed, a slight pink hue forming at the cheeks of his feathered face. “Um, is it really okay, mister?” He asked, a nervous wing reaching for a colorful packet of gummies.\n\n“More than okay, sweetie! You can have [i]all[/i] of the fun you want here!” The croc man assured, placing his big, clawed hand on the boy’s shoulder as he spoke. “[i]Mi casa es su casa,[/i]” he said, an authentic, thick accent native to Paldea coating every word beautifully, followed by an inappropriately sexually charged wink.\n\nQuaxly felt a funny emotion just then, an unexplainable feeling that made his heartbeat quicken; yet one he was able to brush off as quick as his attention span let him, quickly finding himself eager to begin indulging in the decadence of candy eating with his two little friends.\n\nDaddy Dirge on the other hand, felt his face heat up with a deep crimson. [i]Ohohoh
 I touched him! I touched that cute lil ducky boy! Ohohoh, his feathers was so soft, yes they were! Ay dios mĂ­o![/i]\n\nThe three cubs stuffed their faces with sticky sweets, giggling, their sweet little laughter making Daddy Dirge erupt with intense, perverse feelings, finding himself growing tighter and tighter in his crotch; being in his son’s bedroom, surrounded by two of his cute little friends from school
 They seemed fixated on their game and eating candy, but Daddy Dirge wants to show them a [i]different[/i] kind of game
 A kind of game that their ma and pa certainly don’t want them to know about!\n\n\n\n\n [color=#cc0000]“Now is the time.”[/color]\n\nA foreboding, echoing voice permeated the crocodile man’s brain. It spoke with a deep, gritty prose, its baleful echoes never rising above room temperature; whatever it was, each and every sentence, more perverse and wicked than the last.\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Do it. Show them how you play that ‘[i]game[/i]’ of yours. Show them like how you showed your son.”[/color]\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Show them just how much of a [i]filthy[/i], fucking pervert you are.”[/color]\n\nSkeledirge’s mind spun with dark, wicked thoughts, all fueled by the voice that spoke to him in its low growl, every sentence edging him deeper into depravity. The voice that spoke directly to [i]him[/i]; the voice that only [i]he[/i] could hear; that voice that controlled him and his thoughts, every waking moment. The voice that he [i]loved[/i] to be commanded by.\n\n“Huhuhuhu
 Yes, [color=#cc0000][i]Birdie[/i][/color]
♡”\n\nIt was hard to tell whether Skeledirge would comply to the wicked demands of the entity known as ‘Birdie’ simply because of the intoxicating, mind-controlling effect it had on him; or could it be perhaps that Skeledirge, even [i]without[/i] the influence of Birdie, is utterly and unabashedly a depraved pervert pedophile. Perhaps Skeledirge agrees to follow suit with every one of Birdie’s commands out of his own volition. If that is the case, then Birdie is only along for the ride—to spectate the vile display of a man and his disturbing lack of sexual self-control. [i]But who can say for sure?[/i]\n\nMr. Skeledirge stood up, slowly as to not rile any sudden movement, and looked down at the cubs before him. Ohh, they were so innocent, playing their stupid lil game and eatin’ their sweets
 Such cute lil’ boys they are!\n\nThe croc man licked his lips, his heavy, milk filled breasts tingling with arousal, a proverbial fire burning in his cunt as Birdie’s voice echoed through his mind, so powerful and commanding that it swallowed his own thoughts and drowned out any semblance of free will; utterly becoming consumed with lust
 a feeling so powerful and erotic that it made his brain turn to mush and his eyes swirl with a wicked madness powered by sheer depravity.\n\n“So, lil’ scamps, do you want to play a [i]game?[/i]” Daddy Dirge said, his voice now unnaturally guttural, his eyes ablaze with heat; Birdie still perched innocuously upon his snout as he faced the boys, looking up at him with curious eyes.\n\n“[i]A game?[/i]” Sprigatito asked, a little confused, looking over at Quaxly, who had an equally quizzical look on his face. But Fuecoco, however, remained with his expression unchanged, a lackadaisical smile adorning his innocent face; having full awareness of what [i]game[/i] his daddy was suggesting. A game that him and his daddy have played before. A secret, special game that only him and daddy know about, and one that daddy gives him lots of rewards and candy if he plays well.\n\n“Yes, a [i]game![/i]” Dirge exclaimed, the corners of his fangs upturned, revealing rows of sharp jagged teeth in a wicked smile; the type of smile that Fuecoco has been conditioned to at this point, one that roused a special funny feeling in him. But for little Sprigatito and Quaxly, this was the first time they’ve seen an adult look at them with this type of look
! It looked a little scary
 But it made them feel a little funny, too!\n\n“You know about that [i]game[/i], right, son?” Daddy Dirge said, gesturing towards his little croc boy. “I can show you boys a game that’s [i]BETTER[/i] than playing NaclstackCraft!” He laughed darkly, tilting his head in the direction of the shitty block looking game on the TV screen.\n\nSprigatito and Quaxly glanced at the TV, and then towards Fuecoco.\n\n“A [i]better[/i] game?” the two curious boys asked in tandem(aus), their eyes poised towards the croc boy with great interest; little Fuecoco had already stood up and beamed back at them with a prideful smile, as if he was about to show them the coolest thing ever at Show-And-Tell.\n\n“Yeah! Me and my daddy play this game all the time!” Fuecoco exclaimed excitedly, whilst his daddy grinned dubiously, proud to have made this special [i]game[/i] a staple pastime under the Fire Croc household. \n\n“Yes, a super special fun game that’s for [i]adults only[/i]! You know those games your ma and pa don’t want you looking at? The ones with the “[i]Rated M[/i]” on them?” Skeledirge exclaimed, rubbing his hands together nefariously; not skipping a beat. It was as if him and Birdie had already practiced this exchange, rehearsing in his mind for this moment.\n\n“[i]Rated M[/i]
?” Quaxly’s eyes widened, looking at Sprigatito, who chimed in. “I’ve always wanted to play a [i]grown-up[/i] game!” the kit cried out with sudden excitement.\n\nFuecoco pointed at the TV screen, an idle display of an all-ages video game plastered across it’s LED. “But it’s not a game you play on the TV or with controllers,” he explained. \n\n“U-Um, I think I’ll get in trouble if I play a grown-up game,” Quaxly fidgeted anxiously, whilst Sprigatito conversely leaped to his feet and danced with unrestricted enthusiasm. “I wanna play! I wanna play!” the grass kit chirped, eager to, for once in his life, get to do all sorts of fun things that his daddy Meowscarada never lets him do!\n\n“It’s a secret! Daddy says nobody has to know about it!” Fuecoco said, unphased by the connotations in the slightest, rather; being rather proud of himself for being let in on such an exclusive, fun and adults-only game! He feels like he’s a part of the [i]big boy club[/i]!\n\n“That’s right, sweetie! I won’t tell yer mami and papi that we played this game, just like how I won’t say a thing ‘bout all those sweets you gobbled up! Guhuhuh!” Daddy Dirge threw his head back with villainous laughter, having easily backed the boys into a corner with relative ease. All a part of Birdie’s genius plan! Gwahaha!\n\nQuaxly’s feathers stiffened at the guilt, looking down at the now empty package of candy that rest just at his little webbed feet, now feeling conscious for the sinful indulgence of sweets
 W-Well
 If there aren’t any rules at Mr. Skeledirge’s house, and mami and papi won’t know, then
\n\n“How do we play? Is it like picnics? I wanna play [i]picnics[/i]! My mommy and daddy go on picnics all the time but they don’t let me come with them because I’m not old enough.” Sprigatito said, running around the perimeter of the circle carpet, absentmindedly spewing on and on with his natural youthful energy.\n\n“Do you promise I’m not gonna get in trouble?” Quaxly squeaked, having already committed a grave sin that would get even the most well-behaved cub a good [i]ten minutes[/i] in the [i]time-out corner![/i]\n\nFuecoco, having learned a valuable lesson about sharing moments prior, stumbled over to the duck boy and held out a chubby paw to him, a now earnest display of sharing the joys of the secret, fun games that only special members of the big boys club get to play!\n\n“C’mon! It’s a lot of fun, and daddy gives me lots of snacks if I play really good!” Fuecoco explained, helping Quaxly up, a prideful smile and a blush strewn across his cheeks as he exclaimed further. “And I’m [i]really[/i] good at it, too, because I always get snacks!” Turning over to his papa and gesturing with his head. “My daddy is the coolest!”\n\nDaddy Dirge licked his lips, eyes poised on the nervous little duck boy before him, shooting that lecherous wink once again that made the little duck boy shuffle nervously. When Mr. Skeledirge looks at me like that, it makes me feel weird
!\n\n“I’m gonna be the best at it,” Sprigatito said with unabashed confidence, hopping over to his friends and bouncing in place as he looked up at the croc boy’s father. \n\nThe three of them peered up at the man, eager to learn the ropes of what it means to play an [i]adult game.[/i]\n\n[i]Oh my gosh![/i] Mr. Skeledirge is so
 [i]Big[/i]!\n\nRows of multicolored tetrahedrons lined the forefront of Skeledirge’s snout, each shape starting from the base fading from a royal purple gradient to an increasingly hotter and brighter hue until a distinct bright yellow burns at the triangular shaped nostrils; just below where Birdie typically sits. And from the very farthest reach of his mouth, spews intense ethereal flames that escape through the cracks of his jagged crocodilian teeth; a dark purple from the inside illuminated from the embers of his heat—normally dormant, yet in his roused state, like most Fire type PokĂ©mon, flames spew involuntarily at rapid intervals, signaling an intense state of sexual arousal.\n\nBut other than the intricacies of his face, Mr. Skeledirge also has a very, [i]very[/i] unmistakable body
 One that the cubs were shy to look at in close detail. Seeing Daddy Dirge up close like this, and with the way he was staring down at them
 I-It feels funny
!\n\nHe wore a black tank top. One that barely concealed his massive chest; an enormous pair of fat breasts unable to be contained by the flimsy fabric as twin perky nipples found themselves exposed through the thin veil. Those fat jugs wobbled and jiggled with every subtle movement and it was hard to ignore their presence, and while PokĂ©mon come in all shapes and sizes; whether they be mammalian, reptilian, or avian; these magical beings are blessed with the ability to produce milk for their young—and the reptilian Skeledirge is no different. His breasts have gotten larger over the years through rigorous training and artificial injections that have sculpted his body into a manly piece of art, every muscle of him crafted to perfection.\n\nIt wasn’t just his chest that was perfect in every way imaginable. Everything about him. His massive, manly arms, strong, mature hands tipped with dark, powerful claws. His muscle hard abs, and his thick, massive fucking thighs whose red scales glistened in the light. And in between those enormous thighs, between his legs, a fat, juicy cunt that [i]begs[/i] to be fucked by young, spry boys; a roused clit peeking out from between his lips whenever he so much as [i]thinks[/i] about a cute little cub. Even through his pants, a distinct V-shape culminates to his crotch, drawing wandering eyes to his nethers.\n\nFinally, Mr. Skeledirge has a HUGE ass. I’m talkin’ [i]MASSIVE[/i]. Huge thighs compliment a pair of mountainous planets that practically have their own orbit with how many dicks are gravitated towards them. Not just [i]any[/i] dicks. [i]Cub dick[/i]. He knows his cute lil’ son can’t help but find himself getting a little [i]stiffy[/i] in his shorts whenever he watches papa bend over, just to pick something [i]slow on purpose[/i]. His huge dad ass, much like his tits, unable to be contained through the fabric of his wear, bounce rhythmically with every step he takes and it’s impossible not to look away with how magnificently hypnotic they are; those fat cakes just coyly obscured by daddy’s thick gator tail in its prone position, but when daddy lifts up that tail
 He knows all the boys wouldn’t last a [i]single[/i] day in November.\n\nDaddy Skeledirge could not help himself but drool, the wicked voice of Birdie echoing through his brain as he calculated what to say next.\n\n[color=#cc0000]“It is I who pilots this vessel; for all of the times I commanded the muscles in your throat to bless you with your voice, to give you the privilege of such honor and status among your peers; you should feel thankful. If it were not for me, you would be [i]nothing[/i].”[/color]\n\n“Guhuhuhuh
” Dirge guffawed in aroused stupor, Birdie’s words clearly edging him on.\n\n[color=#cc0000]“They all praise you, oh Skeledirge, hymn of all that is righteous; but they don’t know just how [i]truly[/i] depraved you are in secrecy,”[/color] Birdie whispered within the croc’s mind, every world slithering into his conscious like a cobra, its coils wrapping around the man’s mind without much resistance. [color=#cc0000]“That you’re some filthy schmuck out to snatch up kids.”[/color] Every word, every syllable, sent Dirge into a deeper state of hypnosis, unable to fixate on anything else but Birdie’s words. [color=#cc0000]“Look at you. Getting so worked up over little boys. [i]You fucking degenerate[/i].”[/color]\n\n“[i]Yessssss[/i],” Daddy Dirge obliged, all too eager to submit to the mind-numbing deprecation, each word spiraling him further and further, his clit hardening in his pants and tongue lolling in a hypnotic trance.\n\n[color=#cc0000]“And now, you will obey.”[/color] Birdie stated, as a matter of factly, for the croc man would dare not defy; whether he had a choice or not, no one could say
 But perhaps he [i]wants[/i] to be commanded like this. Perhaps he [i]wants[/i] a voice to tell him, to urge him, to plunge himself into the darkest depths of depravity.\n\n“[i]How do we play, mister? How do we play?[/i]” \n\nDaddy Dirge for a moment is nearly awakened from his horny stupor by the sudden exclamation of an excited, curious kit. “[i]Huh?[/i] Oh, right! [i]Guhuhuh![/i]” Dirge said, with his eyes still in a spiral as the three boys looked up at the daddy croc, peculiar expressions on their faces.\n\n[color=#cc0000]“ [i]Teach them[/i].”[/color] Birdie’s voice echoed, with no force necessary in his tone; for Birdie knows that Skeledirge will do his bidding with no resistance, no desire to suppress these dark desires.\n\nDaddy Dirge smiled with a menacing, lustful light in his eyes. \n\n“[i]Huhuhuhu
[/i]” He began, his purple tongue finding itself licking salaciously around the corners of his mouth, a gesture most tantalizing to the cubs before him.\n\n“Well, first things first, ya gotta [i]take yer clothes off![/i]” He said, his voice creeping from the depths of his throat. Immediately, Sprigatito and Quaxly turn towards each other with a combined reaction of a befuddled look; surely this was some sort of dirty adult joke, most foolishly played by an overzealous prankster! It was then that they saw little Fuecoco, without any further instructions, eagerly stripping off his shirt, with no hesitation; and then realizing with no further repugnance that Daddy Dirge was not playing a prank, and that this was a very real game that Fuecoco and his papa had already familiarized themselves with.\n\n“Y-You take your clothes off..?!” Quaxly squeaked, his beak agape with obvious confusion and concern.\n\n“Yeah!” Fuecoco responded, his bare chest and belly exposed, his fat little chubby belly that had a cute bellybutton amidst the pudginess. “It’s like when you get ready for bath time, except instead of playing in the bath, we play on the bed.” Fuecoco explained without skipping a beat, Daddy Dirge nodding in approval.\n\nSprigatito and Quaxly both stared at each other, frozen in their places by the intense attention of the daddy croc’s glare. The both of them knew full well that it wasn’t right to take off your clothes in front of adults, but thinking about it critically; the little kit and duck get naked all the time with their ma and pa whenever they get ready to take a bath. And with how lackadaisically Fuecoco responds to the gesture, it would appear that he doesn’t think this is a bad or scary thing at all!\n\nSprigatito’s normally minty green fur began to shift to a autumn red hue as he held his paws together and looked at the ground abashedly. “I’ve only taken my clothes off in front of my mommy and daddy before.” He said, suddenly self-conscious about the prospect of not only being seen naked by his best friend Fuecoco, but while his dad is in the room, too!\n\n“I don’t get it,” Quaxly began, struggling to make sense of how taking off your clothes would be the precursor to a game.\n\n“Guhuhuh, don’t you worry, lil scamps! I’ll even take mine off, too! So ya don’t gotta feel embarrassed!” Skeledirge said, voice with thinly masked earnesty, feigning an act of easing the tension, but his true deed was a transparent attempt at dubious coercion.\n\nFuecoco began unbuttoning his shorts, not perturbed at all by the other two cub’s clear confusion and hesitance. “It’ll make a lotta sense when we start playing! I was embarrassed at first, too,” the little croc boy continued, dropping his shorts to his feet, kicking them to the side with ease, little toeclaws adorned his cute little foot. And, as if with newfound pride, he opens his arms wide and gestures with confidence, revealing himself in nothing but tight fitting white undies, decorated with multicolored berries across its thin fabric. “[i]Ta-da![/i]”\n\n“Yessss, look at you, boy! [i]There’s my big boy![/i]” Daddy Dirge praised, as he himself began to strip, clearly reveling in the erotic tension being created in the room.\n\nThe little grass cat stood, blinking, his face red and eyes wide with burning curiosity; They say curiosity killed the cat, but
 cats have nine lives, so it’s okay to get a little adventurous! Naturally curious and filled with youthful energy, Sprigatito is quick to ease into the situation, following suit as Fuecoco does; fueled first by and eager desire to play a fun and exciting but forbidden ‘adult game’, and second by a natural rivalry between the two boys and to make everything a competition.\n\n“Oh, so you do it like [i]this?[/i]” The grass kit said, his eyes furrowed in a bashful grin as he slid his top off his shoulders, and dropping his shorts to his paws as he mimicked Fuecoco’s boastful display; a nervous yet newfound pride as he scantily revealed to his friend and Daddy, his lithe, fluffy little body and his cute tighty whities.\n\n“Yes, just like that! [i]Goodness[/i], look at you, you’re so cuuuuute~!” Daddy Dirge said, his deviant grin growing wider. Sprigatito smiled coyly at the compliment, unable to make eye contact with the croc man; who’s eyes spun with wicked delight. Yes
 It’s working
 [i]YES[/i]! Daddy Dirge has this boy right where he wants him; a kit delighted to receive his appraisal is easy prey for the picking. Now all that’s left is that cute little ducky with them soft feathers
 ♡\n\n Sprigatito and Fuecoco look at each other, shy yet amused at their near nudity, having a giggle at the first-time revelation of seeing another cub in the buff. \n\nThough Quaxly could see little else to do but stand there and panic. \n\n“U-Um, I dunno,” the duck boy stammered, unsure of what to do.\n\n“[i]Do it! Do it! Do it![/i]” Sprigatito chanted, now eager to see what his feathered friend looks like in his undies; but also as to lessen his own vulnerability in being stripped near naked.\n\n“[i]Do it! Do it! Do it![/i]” Fuecoco joins in the choir, the unstoppable influence of peer pressure slamming into Quaxly’s vulnerable emotional walls like a wrecking ball.\n\n“U-Uum,” Quaxly squeaked, fiddling with his pompadour in nervous habit. “I-I’m not supposed to take off my clothes in front of anyone except my mommy and daddy,” he explained, voice nearly drowned from the rhythmical chants to join in on the naughty fun.\n\n“Oh, silly duck!” Daddy Dirge interjected. “I’m a daddy, too, remember?” the croc man said, his voice laden with love and joy of corrupting the innocent. “You can do all that ya want with Daddy here, ya see! All the candy and games ya want!” He continued, his fatherly persona in full display as he stripped his tank top with ease, his fat, full breasts spilling out and hanging low, thick, round nipples at the peak of his glorious mountains, tinged with a purple hue.\n\nQuaxly felt a flutter in his chest as he gazed upon the sight of the crocodile man’s bare top; the dadly gaze on his face, the deep, growling voice, and the presence of his two friends in their undies all culminated into an intense, newfound feeling between the duck boy’s quivering legs.\n\n“[i]Candy! Candy! Candy![/i]” The chorus continued, the kit and croc running circles around the carpet and giggling as they chased each other, Quaxly still standing petrified with uncertainty.\n\nQuaxly could only stand frozen as Daddy Dirge slowly approached him, his fat tits wobbling as he stepped closer, only to kneel down inches before the duck boy, and speaking to him in a kind, gentle prose, his once wicked eyes now masterfully disguised as a well-meaning man who means no harm.\n\n“And you’re a good boy,” he praised, pulling every tactic he knows to sway Quaxly into submitting. “so shy, but so sweet, too!” Daddy’s voice was like a lullaby. A lullaby that’s a [i]porno[/i] in disguise. Sickeningly sweet. [i]Filled with poison unbeknownst.[/i]\n\n“It’ll be lots of fun, sweetheart. I know you’re a shy boy, but you ain’t gotta be shy around me, baby.” He soothed, each false word filled with promise of security, as he continued. “If you don’t wanna play, you don’t gotta, bubba,” he smiled, a dangerous, wicked fake smile that achieved its goal of deception. That sweet, kind daddy with big tits having easily pulled Quaxly into his hypnotic ruse. Oh yeah. Daddy got Quaxly [i]wrapped around his finger.[/i]\n\nThe duck boy is apprehensive at first, but finding himself quickly lured into the bait, having been swayed with sweet nothings as easily as naĂŻve boy could be.\n\n“Who’s a good boy?” Daddy Dirge cooed. “[i]Are you a good boy?[/i] ♡” \n\nQuaxly looked down, fidgeting with his feathers as he heard the magic words that disarmed him. “Yes sir,” he murmured, just above a whisper.\n\n“Say [i] ‘yes Daddy’[/i]”. Skeledirge instructed, pushing more stimulation out to the abashed cub.\n\n“[i]Yes daddy,[/i]” Quaxly whispered, his cute little voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of two cubs running and shouting in nothing but their undies.\n\n“[i]Good boy[/i]. See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it, sweetheart? ♡” Daddy Dirge affirmed, his voice oozing with anticipation. Too easy.\n\nAnd just like that, the duck was reaching at the hem of his shirt, gingerly pulling upward and off his shoulders, in a fashion as to not ruffle the neat updo that is his stupid little pompadour.\n\n“[i]Veeeery good[/i]
 ~” Daddy Dirge practically moaned out, soaking in all the naked feathers he could get his perverse eyes on as the boy disrobed in front of him. Watching his blushed cheeks, his nervous little legs as his shorts fall to his little webbies, the timid act of covering his cute blue undies with his wings as he allowed himself to strip
 Ohhh, it was making Daddy so wet
\n\n“[i]Guhuhuhu, am I doin’ good, Birdie?[/i]” Dirge thought to himself; his conscious intertwined with his familiar. [color=#cc0000]“Yes
 Very good. It seems all of that [i]rehearsing[/i] has paid off.”[/color] Birdie commended, his voice neither proud nor deftly sarcastic; a hollow, empty echo with no perceivable intonation.\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Now get them to take off their underwear. Line them up and suck them off.”[/color]\n\n“[i]Yesssssss[/i]
” Daddy Dirge hissed in response, his slobbering tongue licking all around his teeth at the mere thought of the idea. He stood up, earning the attention of the cubs around him as he made his towering presence known; the kit and the croc son stopping in their tracks as Daddy Dirge spoke up.\n\n“Now, the next part is where you boys line up!” He ordered, lurching forward with purpose; making sure his backside was faced towards the boys as he took his claws and grabbed the waistband of his pants, tail raised in an eye-catching maneuver to slip them downwards in one swift motion, allowing his asscheeks to cascade out of the fabric and reveal with a hefty bounce, his [i]enormous fat butt[/i].\n\nSprigatito and Quaxly’s eyes widen at the display, their mouths agape as two full, bare cheeks clad in red scales fill their peripheral. Fuecoco, having seen this sight many times before, is quick to comply to Daddy’s demands of forming a line.\n\n“This is where it gets [i]really[/i] fun!” Fuecoco chirped, positioning himself at the side of the bed as he stood, little claws at his waists in eager anticipation of dropping his undies for playtime.\n\nDaddy Dirge tilted his head, looking back at the kit and the duck, their eyes still poised onto papa’s enormous fat mounds. He flashes a wicked grin, eyes furrowed in lewd fashion as he shimmies out of the wear of his pants, shaking and wobbling his asscheeks with no other intent but to rouse cute little boners in the undies of the boys he presented himself to; pants falling to the floor as he reaches back, grabbing his cheeks, lifting them up, slowly, as to draw every last ounce of attention to his center; and then letting the weight of gravity drop his wobbly butt into a mesmerizing bounce.\n\nBoth Sprigatito and Quaxly felt the space in their undies begin to tighten as they took in the sight of such a sexy, muscular daddy, and his fat bubble butt that glistened, a drop of sweat adding to the visually pleasing tactile view of his scaled behind; so wobbly and bouncy that it was hard to look away, stirring up an unknown feeling within the boys, a feeling that Fuecoco learned one on one with his papa, a feeling of excitement. A feeling of being enticed, by a delectable, savory treat; but this time, it’s not a [i]gummy candy[/i] or a [i]lollipop[/i]
 This was a different type of enticing feeling, one that made the boys feel shy yet dangerously excited; uneasy, but awakening a new conscious of what happens between your legs when you see someone you really, really, [i]really[/i] like.\n\n“Come on, guys! It’s time to line up!” Fuecoco cheered, ready to get started, gesturing to the empty space annexed to his girthy presence. Man, Fuecoco was one fat little bitch.\n\nSprigatito blinked idly before registering the command. He had been so preoccupied staring at Daddy’s butt that he nearly zoned out, almost finding himself drooling with his mouth agape at the sight of such a manly, thick ass! “Oh! Okay!” He said, excited energy coming to fruition once more. “[i]Line up! Line up![/i]” Pouncing on over to Fuecoco, oblivious to the fact that he’s about to get the first peepee suckin’ of his life; mind still caught up on the stipulations of the ‘game’ to make note of the clear bulge outlining the front of his undies.\n\nQuaxly remained stationary, still covering his crotch with his wings, a shy boner just out of display; quickly looking away when Daddy Dirge’s eyes meet his.\n\n“Go on ahead, sweetie~♡” Daddy Dirge encouraged, his cloying words willing any skittish boy into his thrall, bathing in the blushed cub’s reaction as he ends his perverse charm with a wink, a smile, and a subtle jiggle to his butt.\n\nQuaxly waddled over to the remaining empty spot next to his two friends, wings still obscuring his vulnerability as he took his place, blushed eyes glancing over at his friends, who bounce in place with apparent excitement.\n\nDaddy Dirge licked his lips and rubbed his hands together maniacally, just out of view before turning to the three boys, his full naked body coming into view. His fat milky jugs, his muscular physique, his thick massive thighs that could crush Watmel Berries, and most eye catching to the boys; his juicy, puffy vulva; a raging clit making its presence known just between his lips.\n\nFor Daddy Dirge, these boys were [i]irresistible[/i].\n\nFuecoco turned to his cohorts, pointing a claw in the general direction of his daddy’s crotch, spryly bringing to attention what the boys had been thinking. “My daddy has [i]special parts[/i]!” He exclaimed, prideful in the knowledge that most cubs are forbode; beaming as he shares super-secret [i]big boy[/i] things, things that only adults should know!\n\n“His private parts are really special, and we get to play with it!” Fuecoco exclaimed, grinning wildly. “Grown-ups play with each other like this all the time, but daddy lets me play this game as a secret!” He continued, followed by a giggle. “Isn’t that cool?”\n\nSprigatito, dazed with newfound sexual feelings, found himself in both shock and awe at the display, and at how casual his friend was able to explain in such a blasĂ© way; if this was something cool and secret that only big boys get to do, then Sprigatito was ecstatic to become a [i]big boy[/i]!\n\n“Yusss, that’s right!” Daddy Dirge added, now slowly lowering to his knees as to level himself with the cubs, but also getting on his knees to get in position for some good SUCKIN’!\n\n“All you gots ta do now is slide those cute little undies off! Then the [i]real[/i] fun starts!”\n\n“Yaaaay!” Fuecoco cheered, jauntily dropping his undies with no further instructions. And there, out in the open, was his cute little penis, resting just above his fat little balls.\n\n“Just like that, see!” Daddy Dirge affirmed, followed by a hearty laugh, gesturing to his son with a look filled with both utter perversion and fatherly pride. Sprigatito found himself grinning widely at the display, eyes glistening with wonder as he saw another naked cub for the first time! Curiosity coursing through his little body, the kit wasted no time reaching at his undies, and shimmying out of his little briefs, letting his boyhood spring free, proud to have his little nub exposed for his friends and daddy to see.\n\n“Look at me! I’m a big boy! I’m the biggest boy! Yup! I’m the best!” He giggled, hands to his hips as he bounced up and down from his position, his little wiener springing up and down with every step. And fuck, did the sight of it drive Daddy [i]CRAZY[/i].\n\nFuecoco tilts his head to gaze curiously at his friend’s boyhood, instinctively ready to challenge his peers at any chance possible. “Nuh uh! I’m bigger!” He teased, closing the space between the two and bringing his pecker close to the kit’s own, eager to compare.\n\n“Guhuhuh, settle down, boys! You’re both big boys, yes you are! You’ll all get a turn, don’t you worry!” Daddy Dirge said, face ablaze with raw desire as his tongue involuntarily found itself dripping, aching for a taste, gazing hungrily at the two boys and their cute lil’ inchers. \n\nDaddy’s eyes glance over at Quaxly, who had remained silent, still looking away with coy shame, covering his unmentionables; his nervousness palpable.\n\n“Ohhhh [i]Quaaaaxly[/i]~” Daddy Dirge began, his voice now shushed in that particular way as to soothe the fragile vulnerabilities of [i]shy duck boys[/i] who are nervous about getting their lil’ peepees sucked and touched for the first time.\n\n“[i]Do you wanna show us your peepee?[/i]” Daddy Dirge inquired slyly, with just enough of that faux-sweetness in his growl as to ease the boy’s uncertainty; his eager gaze now fixed on the cub’s privates.\n\n“U-Umm,” Quaxly hiccupped, stuttering nervously as he took a moment to find his voice, each indecisive noise getting caught in his little throat.\n\n“Come on, Quax! This is the part where we become big boys!” Sprigatito chimed in, looking up from his peepee comparing challenge, his face equally as flushed, but spry and curious at the same time, with Fuecoco joining in, the unashamed brashness spreading its infectious morale. “You wanna be a [i]big boy[/i], don’t you?!”\n\nQuaxly hesitates for a moment, lowering his wings from his crotch, looking down and seeing a bulging tent in his undies, the glimpses of curious eyes placing a spotlight of shame upon him; knees wobbling with the confused feelings of arousal.\n\n“Um, um, ummm,” Quaxly started, placing a wing up to his beak, his face still flustered, yet now upturned to a quizzical look as his eyes hone in on something in the room that the other boys had been oblivious to this entire time. Daddy Dirge could tell what Quaxly was about to inquire, but the boy shuffled nervously, hesitant to speak up as if he could not find the right words to formulate what he wanted to say.\n\n“What is it, baby?” Daddy crooned, smiling down at the cub with a sidelong glance.\n\nQuaxly, still choked up on confused feelings and unsure words, tries to squeak out something, but found himself unable to articulate himself; and instead points a single feathered digit, the direction of his gesture catching the eyes of the kit and the croc.\n\n“[i]Oh![/i]” Daddy Dirge chuckled, a knowing smile creeping across his face as the boys look in the direction of where Quaxly was pointing; the very tip of papa’s snout; there, perched, a bird.\n\n“That’s [i]Birdie![/i]” Fuecoco blurted out, before his daddy could explain for himself.\n\n“[i]Birdie[/i]?” Sprigatito asked, tilting his head and holding a paw up to his mouth, attention now shifted towards the elephant in the room, or rather, the bird in the room, which had been present yet not a subject of discussion for any of the boys; yet one that weighed heavy on Quaxly’s mind from the beginning, and one that was a normal everyday sight for little Fuecoco.\n\n“Huhuhu, yes, this is [i]Birdie[/i]! He’s muh pet! Don’t mind him no business, he just likes to hang around!” Daddy Dirge chuckled in jest, having had this discussion in the past, not at all perturbed in the slightest at the entity being pointed out.\n\n“U-Um, i-it makes me shy if he watches
” Quaxly squeaked, rubbing his feet together anxiously, the presence of the animal without any notice having him feel suddenly self-conscious, as if it were not just his friends and Daddy Dirge present in the room, but perhaps [i]another[/i] PokĂ©mon, silently watching, perdu; without anyone’s scrutiny. \n\nFuecoco is quick to dispel Quaxly’s worries. “It’s okay! Birdie watches me and Daddy play all the time! He’s not actually a real bird!” The boy giggled, utterly oblivious, as well as the rest of the populous of this world, to what the true nature of such an entity is.\n\n“That’s right, boy, Birdie ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ fella I found one day! I keep ‘im as a pet now! He ain’t gon’ watch us! Guhuhuh! Lil’ guy ain’t got a brain, I tell you!”\n\nAnd upon hearing the explanation, Sprigatito’s and Quaxly’s attentions are immediately quelled at the revelation and pay no mind to the bird, as pets in this world are typically unintelligent, lesser beings; not sentient enough to be considered PokĂ©mon in their own right and are usually inanimate objects. Birdie is just a flaming ball of light. It has no emotions or feelings.\n\n[i]Or so, that is what Mr. Skeledirge leads everybody to believe.[/i]\n\n[color=#cc0000]“[i]Tweet tweet, motherfucker.[/i]”[/color]\n\nDaddy Dirge laughed, at nothing in particular, as Fuecoco and Sprigatito giggle and shift their attention back to the game, flaunting their little peepees in preparation for what comes next.\n\n“O-Oh
 Okay then
 I-If you say so
!” Quaxly murmured, still abashed and fidgety at the situation at hand, his tent still beckoning to set his boyhood free.\n\n“Do you need a little bit of help, sweetie?” Daddy Dirge asked, his voice, sweet like honey, as to coax the innocence out of the boy. Quaxly looked up at daddy, his blue eyes nervously shifting every so often as he found it hard to make eye contact with such an attractive dad! Quaxly almost wished that [i]his[/i] dad was as big and funny as Mr. Skeledirge.\n\n“Mm
” Quaxly pondered for a moment, eyes glued to the floor as he pretended to be lost in thought, but before he could respond proper, Daddy Dirge had already insistently placed his hands at the sides of the boy’s waist, eliciting a soft gasp from the duck; yet the boy does not pull away in protest.\n\nThe kit and the croc glance over, eyes widening as they were about to see their friend’s peepee, too!\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Yes, pull it down, do it slowly. Soak it in. You know it makes you so desperately horny, watching them squirm in your hands.”[/color]\n\nDaddy Dirge’s eyes started to swirl again, drool trickling down his chin as he began to strip the duck boy’s undies off; wicked eyes laser focused on that massive tent, it was like opening up a present, ohh, and it was so exhilarating, Birdie’s commentary further adding to the eroticism of the moment and papa could only grin his slutty perverted grin, growing hotter and wetter with every inch of bare feather exposed until *FWAP!*\n\nA spry, young boner sprung forth from Quaxly’s undies and bounced against his cute little tummy with a satisfying thud, the springy erection throbbing and pulsing as the boy could only clench his eyes in the shame of exposing his nudity, all for his friends and especially for Daddy to see!\n\n“Wow, Quax, you’re really [i]big[/i]!” Sprigatito cried out, looking down at his own pecker in amusement. “[i]Really[/i] big!” Fuecoco mused, a playful innocence in manner to them what is all a game; but for Daddy, is the most luxuriously perverse and demented delight a filthy fucking man could get to experience. \n\nOh my gosh. It’s so [i]big[/i]. And by big
 Big as in a good 1 Âœ inches or so. \n\nBut it really isn’t about that at all; for a cub, it’s not about the inches or the girth. It’s about their cute little faces when you milk the drygasm out of them. It’s about their squeals and squeaks when you slobber all over their little one-inchers and make them call you “Daddy”. It's about being a filthy fucking pervert and letting inexplicable entities squeeze your brain of any coherent thoughts and manipulating you into nothing but a fetid, sex driven monster fueled by wicked lust that drives you insane with depravity
 It’s about
 It’s about
\n\nDaddy Dirge slid the undies off the duck boy’s quivering legs, and held it in his claws; processing the piece of fabric in his hands, oh, little Quaxly’s undies, so small and cute
 It’s about
 It’s about
 It’s about
\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Sniff it.”[/color]\n\nBirdie commanded, and Dirge followed.\n\nDaddy Dirge could not take it anymore. “[i]SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF![/i] ♡♡♡” Holding it up to his snout and huffing deep and hard, inhaling all that he could, that intoxicating, luxurious scent of a sweet, cute little duck boy, oh, oh fuck, it was so
 So
 GOOD! [i]INTOXICATING, EVEN[/i]!!!\n\nThe cubs could only watch with amaze, confusion, shock, and awe, as daddy was sniffing their undies!\n\n“Oh yes
 [i]YES![/i] ♡” Daddy Dirge nearly yelled out, wet beginning to slide down his inner thigh as he groaned, huffing that addictive scent, his brain filled with the natural musk of a nervous little cub. Oh, he could practically SMELL the fear on this piece of fabric, and it drove him wild. It drove him fucking [i]NUTS[/i].\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Yes, sniff it, you fucking freak! You like that? You like sniffing cub undies, you little fuck? You dirty, dirty fucking whore. Keep sniffing it. You know this is what you want. You know you want to suck those little boys so bad. [i]What’s stopping you?[/i]”[/color]\n\nSome sort of primal instinct awakened in Skeledirge; seeing three cute little cubs with their cocks out, sniffing their undies, seeing just how cute and nervous they are
 Oh, Daddy wants them so bad
 So, so bad
 [i]Grrrrowrf[/i]!\n\n[color=#cc0000]“You’ve already gone this far. You’ve already plunged so deep into the depths. Nothing is stopping you now, beast. You vile, vile fucking beast.”[/color]\n\nQuaxly quivered nervously, unsure of how to process it, but he could tell Daddy was really enjoying himself! Fuecoco and Sprigatito, watching with curiosity, truly had no idea just [i]how[/i] much Daddy was enjoying it!\n\n“Is this a part of the game?” Sprigatito asked, eyes still fixated on Daddy literally going batshit fucking insane in front of their very eyes, yet utterly unaware of what is to follow immediately after.\n\n“Yeah! Daddy plays with my undies all the time!”\n\nGuhuhuhuuuu
 Oh yes
 Oh YES! I can’t hold it any more! Ohohoh, you lil’ cubs are so cute
 So
 SEXY! Grrrhf
 Snnarrrlll
 Oohohoh, Birdie, I can’t take it no more! I just wanna
 [i]GRRHWOWRL![/i]\n\nIntense, primordial lust began to erupt within Skeledirge, the threshold containing his mind controlled rage about to tip and send him off the edge. A man can only keep his composure for so long; that is, until he finds himself naked in the presence of three, flustered little cubs, with their cute little peckers, their cute, delicious little peckers, ohh, how much he wants to suck them and ride them make them moan and cum and fuck his ass, his mouth, his pussy, to be called a whore, to be called a slut, to be called every dirty word imaginable. It was all too much.\n\nSkeledirge found himself shaking with utter arousal. Birdie was right, I’m a vile, vile beast
! Ooh, I’m such a dirty fucker! Oh! OH! OH!!! [i]SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!![/i]\n\n[color=#cc0000]“The chains that bind you are no longer.”[/color]\n\nBirdie sat motionless on the tip of Skeledirge’s snout. Nobody knew that it was he who was responsible for the beast to be unleashed.\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Go forth. Lose yourself unto lust.”[/color] Birdie’s voice echoed, Daddy Dirge finding himself unable to fight back. To resist. It was all so pleasurable to do as Birdie says. To be the punching bag, the recipient of all these words. These words, these nasty nasty words that were so true that when Birdie said them, it only incited Skeledirge to act upon them and prove that it was true! That he really was what Birdie said he was! It drove him mad, but in a GOOD way! In a way that made him let loose, a raging demon filled with nothing but primitive lust; to be bred and fucked and made into a filthy fuckhole for cubs near and far to use his body, his stupid fucking whore body
 Yes Birdie, say it, say it to me
 [i]SAY IT TO ME!!![/i]\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Do it,”[/color] Birdie commanded.\n\nTime froze in place between Birdie’s next words, and thus hell unleashed in one fetid breath.\n\n\n[color=#cc0000]“ [i]You filthy, fucking faggot pedophile.[/i]”[/color]\n\nDaddy Dirge’s eyes rolled up, his tongue rolling out, having completely lost it. Unimaginable pleasure coursed through his veins, any coherent thought of his fizzling out in the dark pursuit of unleashed, primal pleasure his physical vessel could allow him. The highest, most divine greed of sick, twisted lust. He could do nothing as his sanity dissolved away into lust, becoming utterly and completely intoxicated with the most obscene, vile, fucked-up desire to ever grace his feeble conscious. No longer able to comprehend, unable to answer to his own whims. It was over. Completely over. He was fucked. Completely fucked. His body relaxed, every muscle fiber, surrendered, the pitiful excuse that he calls a brain now thrown into the deepest, darkest pits of depravity, [i]never to return.[/i]\n\n[i]Skeledirge[/i], the [i]Singer PokĂ©mon[/i]. \n\n[i]Welcome to the mind fxxk.[/i]\n\n\n\n“Daddy, are you okay?” Little Fuecoco asked, a shy claw up to his mouth as he stared at his daddy, who seemed a bit preoccupied.\n\nDaddy Dirge simply dropped the pair of undies that remained suspended in his claw, and turned to his cubs, an ominous shadow cast across his face; eyes glazed over, a dark, malicious grin baring hungry teeth, as he spoke, his voice huskier than normal.\n\n“Guhhhhhhh
 uhuhuhuhuhuhh
 ♡ Yessssss
” He responded, absentmindedly, his voice a low, horrid beastly growl; then in a strange voice, a sing song tone rose up within his monsterish voice.\n\n“YES! More than okay!!! [color=#cc0000]AMAZING, EVEN![/color]” He barked, a jarring shift in tone as he snarled after finishing his sentence; his demeanor now manic, desperate for cock, for these cute lil cubs to fuck his mouth hole. To fuck his pussy, to fuck his ass. His face felt like it was on fire. Perhaps literally, even, as his tongue, like a prehensile tendril, escaped from the confines of his jaws and swiveled around wildly as fire erupted from his nostrils, lapping up and slurping with a fiendish craving for [i]little cub cock[/i].\n\nSprigatito and Quaxly could only look in bewilderment, having bare witnessed to Fuecoco’s papa acting strange
 I-Is this a part of the game
? Is this how adults act when we’re at school
?\n\n“Oh! Okay! This is my favorite part!” Fuecoco giggled, unaware to the aghast astonishment of his little friends, who found themselves quivering, both unbelievably frightened but oh so unbelievably aroused if their peepee is any proof of just how thrilling the display of watching a huge, manly daddy with his sharp teeth, glowing eyes, and big boobies! And big tongue, too!\n\n “Are you gonna do the [i]sucky[/i] part now, papa?” Fuecoco asked, riling the attention of the kit and the duck, who looked over at the little croc boy, the connotations of his words leaving little to their imagination.\n\n“T-The
 [i]S-Sucky[/i] part
?” Quaxly stammered, glancing at Sprigatito, who seemed joyous to participate in whatever suckies are! Daddy gives suckies to little Fuecoco every night!!!\n\n“[i]I want the sucky! I want the sucky![/i]” Sprigatito cheered, eager to begin his initiation as a big boy! And as he chirped and bounced around, ready to play, his cute little peener bounced up and down, [i]up and down.[/i] Up. And. Down. [b]Target Acquired.[/b]\n\n“Yessss, YES! [b]YES!!!!!![/b] I’ll suck you! I’ll suck every last one of you little fuckers! I’m gonna suck all yer little dicks!!! [i]C’MHERE YOU LITTLE SHITS![/i] ♡” Daddy Dirge snarled, drawing his claws and lunging at the young kit before he even had time to react. Fuecoco squealed and watched as his daddy grabbed little Sprigatito by the waist, the boy shuddering in his grasp, gasping out as the man proceeded to perform the sloppiest fucking nasty blowjob a cub could ever fucking get, even nastier than the usual sloppy he gives to his own son!\n\n“[i]SHLRP! SHCHLORP! SHHLLLP![/i]” \n\nThe kit shivered with mirth, feeling the intense sensation of his little pecker getting blown hard and long. Sloppy, hot licks molested his crotch, fondling his balls and coiling around his hard, throbbing inch, finding himself unable to help himself, mewling out in ecstasy as Daddy played this ‘adult game’ with him
 It felt weird, but good
 Daddy was doing so good!\n\n“[i]A-A—ahh
![/i]” Spriggy moaned, his voice quivering and his eyes clenching in bliss.\n\n“Look how much fun this is, Quax!” Fuecoco said to the duck boy, who was watching the slopjob with a quivering beak
 Quaxly had never seen such an act before! But why was it making him feel
 funny? And why did he want Daddy to do it to him, too?\n\n“Mmh
 MMH
 MMHHGH!!! [i]SHRLOP![/i]” Daddy Dirge moaned, a deep baritone buzz warming Sprigatito’s little cock as he continued to lick and lap up every delicious flavor that kit had to offer, before popping off with a satisfying *SCHLOP*, a strand of warm saliva connecting between his sloppy crocodilian mouth, and Sprigatito’s trembling little weenie, leaving the kit huffing and panting, his small legs shaking from the pleasure.\n\n“Snarrrl
 Huff
 [i]HUFF
[/i] ♡ Who’s NEXT?! ♡” Daddy Dirge growled, his eyes aflame, glaring at the virgin cubs like a predator ready to strike. A [i]real[/i] predator. Fuecoco couldn’t help but giggle and laugh at Sprigatito’s reaction to being sucked by his daddy
 And he wanted to see how Quaxly reacts, too!!!\n\n“Do Quaxly! Do Quaxly!” Fuecoco cheered, extolling his daddy to utterly RAVAGE that poor little duck.\n\nAnd daddy did just that.\n\n“H-Huh? U-um, I..!” Quaxly could not even finish his sentence before he found his little pecker gobbled up by daddy croc’s greedy, hungry mouth. “A-Ah! Ahnn! [i]Eep[/i]!”\n\n“MMPH!!! [i]MMH![/i]” Daddy sucked and sucked, using his long, skillful tongue to defile the virgin boyhood before him, bobbing his head up and down, sending pump after pump of pleasure throughout Quaxly’s tiny body; absolutely snatching the virginity out of the poor boy
 But it felt so good! It felt really good to have daddy play with my peepee this way!\n\nSprigatito watched as his wet little nub throbbed, desperate for more suckies, envious of the slopjob that his duck friend was receiving. “So this is the type of games grown-ups play?!” Sprigatito asked, turning to little Fuecoco, who seemed to be enjoying the sight of his daddy being a pervert. “Yup! And daddy does more than just suckies, too!”\n\n“[i]SLLLLLLRP![/i]” Daddy Dirge let off of Quaxly’s wet little pecker with a sloppy, slow lick, looking up with wild eyes to admire the sight of the boy moaning, gasping for more, his anxious little duck legs nearly failing to support himself.\n\n“Did that feel good, baby?! Hmm~?! Do you want more?!? [i]I CAN GIVE YOU MORE!!![/i] ♡” Daddy purred, wicked perverse lust raspy in his voice as he spoke, eyes darting to his next victim between every breath. Quaxly simply whimpered in response, a little scared but oh so turned on at how eager Daddy was to suck him in such an intimate way
 So forbidden, but so fun, too!\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Yes, suck those little dicks, fag. You’re already so wet, aren’t you?”[/color] Birdie said, his voice not in a mocking tone in the slightest, yet just patronizing enough to lull Dirge’s brainless drone state deeper into a pleasured frenzy of pure depravity.\n\n“Do it again! Do it again!” Sprigatito giggled, eager for more sloppy. “No, it’s my turn now!” Fuecoco pouted, clearly having forgot his little lesson on sharing from much earlier. “No, me! You get to play this all the time, it’s not fair!” Sprigatito fired back at the croc boy, puffing out his red cheeks.\n\n“There there, boys! There’s plenty of me to go around! Plenty of my big, slutty, slutty body! My big, fat nasty fucking whore body!!!” Daddy Dirge said, in the most crass way possible, as to affirm each and every adjective Birdie used to describe him; all whilst shaking his ass on all fours, those fat red sweaty wobbly mounds tantalizing the peepees of the boys who were caught in its hypnotic sway. “I CAN SUCK ALL OF YA AT ONCE! I’LL SUCK THOSE PRETTY LIL’ COCKS, [i]YES I WILL!!![/i]”\n\nSprigatito and Fuecoco pause their quarrel at Daddy’s lewd remarks, and their grins widen to exuberant smiles—whereas Quaxly stands meekly at the mercy of this crocodile, in every way; despite being a water type, it turns out that even on little Quaxly, Daddy’s suckies are [i]SUPER EFFECTIVE[/i]!\n\nDaddy scooped up all the boys with finesse, easy to manhandle them underneath one, strong arm, and drops them on the bed with a choir of giggles as he lays them down, laid next to each other, one by one, and began to drag his wet, sloppy tongue across the three of them, horizontally, all coating their crotches with pleasurable long licks, stopping individual to press a hungry kiss against the tip of each one of their throbbing little peckers. It felt so good, sucking all three of them, like some kind of dick sandwich, reveling in the squeaks, the moans, the giggles every time he’d take his big strong hands and spread those weak little legs and diving face first into the boy’s crotch, licking and slurping and lapping up, making sure that those little nubs are well wetted and sucked from base to tip. [i]SLURP[/i]!\n\n“Ahahaha! Daddy, it tickles! Ehehehe, ahahaha!” Fuecoco tittered, his little legs flailing as daddy suckled his tip tenderly, whilst daddy’s hands were occupied jerking the two cubs next to him. “MMPH! Yusss, boy! Daddy loves suckin’ yer cock!” He said as he let off his son’s pecker, before leaning down and licking, kissing and swiveling his skillful tongue around the base of that little throbbing nub, just to hear his son let out a shy, yet pleasured squeal, and to feel his boddy shudder under the immense pleasure.\n\n“I love suckin’ YER cock too, ya lil’ cutie!” Daddy Dirge cooed as he moved his head in between Quaxly’s anxious legs, giving tender, loving licks, up and down, that tongue circling around the boy’s shy little peener, his manly claws making sure to give equal divided attention to any free cocks his maw wasn’t sucking on, gingerly stroking his son and Sprigatito’s pulsing lengths between his fingers as he continued to worship and pleasure the young cocks that he loved so much with his mouth, his hands, and soon, his ass and pussy!\n\n“A-Ahh! Um, ahhh!” Quaxly could do nothing but lay frozen, surrendering his vulnerable little body to be sucked and pleasured. It was all so exciting and fun and new, and he loved when Daddy would call him “cutie”! He loved when daddy licked the tip, when daddy kissed it and lovingly nudged his inner thigh with the tip of his snout, caressing him in such a fatherly way that he wished he was Fuecoco’s brother so that he could get suckies every night, too!\n\n“AND YER CUTE LIL’ COCK TOO!!! [i]ALL YER LIL’ COCKS![/i]” Daddy growled, every time his gruff snarls sending shivers down the boy’s spines, feeling his pussy grow wetter and wetter at the symphony of boyish moans around him, eager to milk even more of those cute little mewls from his cubs, diving between Sprigatito’s legs and gobbling his little kitty peepee up with ease. “HOM NOMNOMNOM!” He teased, peppering the kit’s pecker with little kisses, each up and down the base of the cat’s boyhood, swirling his tongue and making quick paced circles at the head of that throbbing inch, just to praise and spoil his delectable little cub with the most masterful sloppy a dirty fucking pervert can give.\n\nSuch lucky little cubs!\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Keep going, slut! Don’t stop now! Let them fuck your nasty fucking cunt! Let them breed you like the bitch you are!”[/color]\n\nBirdie’s demands grew more intense, that mind-melting lust taking over the crocodile man’s body like an instinct, and instinct to fucking suck cubs ‘til they’re nice and wet and an instinct to spread his pussy and asshole to let young boys plap him hard, so hard until he can’t take it no more!!!\n\n“You boys are SO CUTE! So SEXY!” Daddy Dirge proclaimed with great confidence. It certainly was true. He really DID think these boys were cute n’ sexy! And now, he wanted them to FUCK HIM!\n\n“C’mhere you little bastards! Come fuck daddy’s pussy! Come fuck this pussy and one of you lil’ fuckers fuck my ass while I suck one of ya hard n’ good!”\n\n[color=#cc0000]“That’s it. Say it like you mean it.”[/color] Birdie commented, thoroughly enjoying just how much this man had become the truly violent beast he had suppressed for so long.\n\n“FUCK MY PUSS, BOYS! COME FUCK IT!” Daddy Dirge practically roared, tumbling on to the bed and laying on his back, spreading his massive thighs to expose his sopping wet pussy, wet already pooling at his asscrack; using a rogue claw to push his asscheek aside and reveal to the boys his twitching asshole, its purple hue matching the color of his nipples and tongue.\n\nFuecoco leaped up, already thrilled to take his pick. “[i]Suckies[/i]!” he yelled out, crawling up the bed and sidling next to Daddy’s head, his tongue already out and slobbering; as if it had a will of it’s own, ready to occupy the suck department to any needy boycocks. “Suckies are my favorite!” The little croc son exclaimed with great knowledge of sex acts, already taking his little wet throbbing peepee in his claw and bringing it up to daddy’s mouth, whom readily accepts the veteran penis into his gaping maw once more.\n\nAnd as Daddy Dirge began to suckle his son’s length as he has done many nights before, he glanced down at the two other boys still laying there, stunned by the erotic display. It was so hot and so horny and it looked so sexy, the way daddy’s booty was so big and round, and that it looked fun to touch, and his private parts looked so glossy and soft, it made the boy’s penises quiver at the sight! They wanted to touch daddy’s private parts! They wanted to be big boys!!!\n\n“Which one o’ you fuckers wanna fuck my asshole? Hmm~!? How about you, [i]baby[/i]?” Daddy Dirge said, naughty grin and filthy eyes poised towards Quaxly, who was still in a prone position, his little dick sticking up and begging for more of those adult-feel-good sensations!\n\n“M-Me
?” Quaxly breathed out, still panting from the erotic thrill of being suckied moments earlier.\n\nSprigatito, however, is quick to take up the offer, and leaps up with boundless energy. “Me! I want to!” He chimed, pouncing over between Daddy’s legs, and admiring the sight before him.\n\nThe kit’s wiener twitched at the sight of the croc daddy’s tight pucker. It was the first time he’d ever seen a man with such a big butt, and he was even more excited to play with a manly butt of Daddy Dirge’s caliber!\n\n“Wow, it’s so big!” Sprigatito said, eyes gleaming with curiosity and newfound playful lust. Daddy, who was too busy choking on little Fuecoco’s pecker to praise the boy for his astute observation, simply responds by using an unoccupied hand and giving his asscheek a firm smack, just to give the boy the luxury of watching it jiggle and wobble in front of him.\n\n“A-Ahh, it, feels really good when you—ah, put your peepee in it!” Fuecoco said between pleasured gasps to his friend, Sprigatito, who was already rubbing his tricky little paws across the plush scales of daddy’s butt. “Really?!” the kit asked, eyes on the prize as he got into place to curiously prod his spry erection at daddy’s entrance.\n\n“Mmm
 Mmmph! Mm!” Daddy groaned and moaned, his mouth full of cub cock as he beckoned for the kit to plunge that wet lil’ fucker into his butthole. And without much thought, Sprigatito slid his peener inbetween daddy’s thick scalie cheeks and felt papa’s hole tighten around his length, gripping his peepee and urging him to thrust!\n\n“[i]MMPH![/i]” Daddy bellowed, mouthful of his son’s cock as he responded, eyes rolling as he reveled in the sensation of having his butt fucked by a curious, eager cub!\n\nQuaxly sat, his poor little peepee wanting in on the action, but utterly too shy to speak up, until Daddy lets off of Fuecoco for just a moment, only to put on that fake, kind dad-like voice that tempts the duck boy so; like a siren’s hymns luring a foolish sailor into her thrall.\n\n“Quaaaxly, baby booooy~” Daddy’s sweet voice hummed as he jerked Fuecoco’s cock. “I have a special spot for youuuuu~” He growled, that sickeningly sweet voice of perverse lust having a monstrous tone to it; for the line between daddy
 and predator were blurred far too much for any cub to tell the difference! “I want you to—Unf, fuck my pussy, cutie♡” Daddy slobbered, reaching down with his other hand and spreading his lips, teasing a finger around his clit in rhythm as the kit just underneath pumps him in the ass.\n\nUpon hearing the word “cutie” uttered, Quaxly felt his little weenie throb hard, hard with an irresistible need that he never knew possible
 He was so shy, but daddy was showing him his private areas! And it looked so fun to play with, it looked like Fuecoco and Sprigatito were having so much fun playing with daddy like this!\n\n“[i]Grrrrrrrrrrrowrf!!![/i] ♡” Daddy snarled once more, that spine-shivering shrill being all that little Quaxly needed to skittishly hobble over, climbing on daddy’s tummy, and position himself, legs splayed as papa helps him into place.\n\nSprigatito got front row tickets to watching how Quaxly plays with daddy’s privates! His face was flushed with lewd curiosity, and Fuecoco was eager to watch, too!\n\n“U-Um, um,” Quaxly began, finding his legs wrapping around daddy’s, shy at the close proximity position of the kit just beneath him, still mewling and mrowling at the sensations of daddy’s ass jiggling and bouncing against his little cute kitty peener!\n\n“Thaaaat’s it boy
 [color=#cc0000]Thaaaat’s it
!”[/color] The daddy-like façade quickly melting away, revealing the lust ridden beast that lie beneath. “Shove it in
 [b]SHOVE THAT CUTE LIL PECKER IN MY PUSS, CUTIE!!![/b] ♡” Daddy Dirge practically roared, bucking his own hips forward as to urge Quaxly’s throbbing length to be swallowed up by daddy’s hungry pussylips, easily spreading and constricting around the boy’s length as Daddy’s legs quivered, raised in the air as he was put in full matting press position!\n\n“YES! FUCK MY PUSSY, BABY! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY MOUTH! [b]FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!![/b] ♡♡♡” \n\nAnd so daddy resumed gobbling up his son’s familiar little wiener, whilst a shy duck boy mating pressed his cunt into the mattress, and his asscheeks milking a spry young kitten’s boyhood.\n\n“A-Ah! D-Daddy! Daddy Dirge, i-it feels funny
 I-it tickles!” Quaxly squealed and wriggled, his defenseless penis a slave to papa’s pussy, the pleasure making his little nuts throb with eager release.\n\n“It feels so good! It feels good, Daddy!” The kitten mewled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as papa’s cheeks jiggled and wobbled every time the duck boy’s pecker thrust in, pussy throbbing in tandem with his taut hole puckering against the wet nub, that wet glorious nub that only a kit could give, that amazing fucking cute ducky cock that’s breeding his manpussy, that sexy, sexy son of his that loves to get his chubby little peepee slobbered and pleasured, every day, every night, all the time! “Ah! Ah! Ah!”\n\nA symphony of sweet little moans filled the room, sounds of sex and wet plaps against fleshy scales, daddy’s massive round tits jiggling as he’s fucked, fucked in his ass, fucked in his mouth, fucked in his pussy
 It
 It
 IT WAS AMAZING! SO AMAZING! To have every hole of his filled like the fucktoy he is! A daddy fucktoy for little boys! He loves cub cock
 And he loves being a pervert! He loves it! HE LOVES IT!\n\n“OHHHH!!! [i]OHHHHH!!![/i]” Daddy bellowed out, a full blown ahegao strewn across his stupid fucking whore face.\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Repeat after me: I’m a stupid fucking faggot who loves cub cock.”[/color]\n\n“[i]I’M A STUPID FUCKING FAGGOT WHO LOVES CUB COCK!!!!!!!!!!!![/i] ♡♡♡” Daddy roared, no further input from Birdie needed. Hell
 As if he even NEEDED Birdie! It didn’t take Birdie to get Daddy Dirge to admit that! To admit that he’s a fucking cub-obsessed pedophile faggot!\n\n“YES
 YES!!! [b]YESSSSSSSSS![/b]” Daddy could not help but to hiss with guttural pleasure, his obscenities drown out by the wet slaps of getting his pussy mating pressed by cute lil’ Quaxly, by his asscheeks slapping against little Sprigatito’s cock, by his face getting fucked by his horny little son who he sucks, every day, every night.\n\n“A-Ahhh, d-daddy, i-it’s coming
!” Little Fuecoco cried out, grabbing Daddy’s face and thrusting it into his little crotch. “[i]GLKKKKKKKKK!!![/i]” Daddy is eager to have his face fucked long and hard, by his son, no less!\n\n“M-mrrow! M-My peepee feels funny
!” The kit whined, papa’s greedy dadhole not stopping for a moment, slamming with such powerful and pleasurable force against the little cat’s defenseless crotch.\n\n“U-Uuuu
! D-Daddy
! Daddy!” Quaxly whimpered, a mixture of slick juices coating his virgin penis, the stimulation his dick was receiving almost too much to bare, urging him further and further to his first ever climax.\n\nDaddy’s cunt quivered, feeling his orgasm began to culminate from the combined fucking, the sweet scents, the sounds of virgin boys, the love and pleasure he was able to provide
 It was so
 SO
 FUCKING
 [b]GOOD!!![/b] ♡\n\nThe pleasure was so overwhelming and so gratifying and so fulfilling for both father and son and his friends, each and every one of them filled with such an intense, sexual lust that only Daddy could give them, so sexy and beautiful and intimate and sensual that raspy cries of virgin boys erupting with pleasure for the first time in their lives filled the room, the sweet musk of love coalescing in this magical bonding moment that only the luckiest cubs could experience so early, a type of primal love and ecstasy so sweet that it can only be described as nothing short of a gift from Arceus himself. It was a priceless moment that Daddy Dirge and his little boys can cherish for the rest of their lives. It was beautiful. It was divine. [i]It was love.[/i]\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Cum in me.”[/color]\n\nThe instructions were clear, Birdie.\n\n\n“[b]CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!![/b] ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”\n\nThen, simultaneously, with a single, powerful stroke, directed by Daddy’s divine, mature body; bestowed for the first time upon two very lucky little cubs, and his own son; orgasms.\n\nWhines of “[i]Daaaaaaaaaddy[/i]~! ♡♡♡” echoed through the air as tiny, virgin dicks clenched hard, balls tightening inside of every orifice that Daddy offered to his young; milking the very first dry orgasms out of his son, his kit, his duck. His manly, warm, mature pussy, squirting from the sheer force of the stimulation, growling out, a pure, unfettered cry of delight from the youngins who spilt their boygasm unto daddy’s holes, his hot, throbbing asshole that milked and milked until the kit could not whine any more, his nub fucked and sucked and pumped dry with pleasure, asscheeks smothering and allowing every spurt of bliss to unload out of young cock. Hot, warm maw receiving the load of his son, whom he loves so much, whom he will suck and pleasure and love every day, to his little duck friend, whom he offered the pleasures of his manly, masculine pussy, to be bred by such a shy, sweet baby boy, in an act of selfless altruism of sexual satisfaction and sheer fatherly adoration of his cubs. A [i]true, loving daddy.[/i] \n\nA perverted, twisted mindfucked daddy
 [i]But a daddy nonetheless.[/i]\n\nDaddy Dirge, who had been in the grips of sexual orgasm for the better part of ten minutes at this point, erupted with the most powerful, sexually gratifying orgasm he’d ever had in all his decades. It was a dream come true
 To get fucked by three sweet little cubs at once. To get his fat fucking ass, pussy and mouth fucked silly. He couldn’t take it anymore. It drove him insane with utter lust. His head spun with ecstasy and he roared a blissful roar and bucked his hips and felt those throbbing peckers fill every orifice and moaned and groaned and let his orgasm unleash as his baby boys unloaded their orgasms into his daddy fucktoy body.\n\nTorrents of steaming hot orgasm spilled from his trembling cunt, splashing messy squirts of man fluids all across Quaxly’s smooth crotch, messy, wet streams ejaculating out from his pussyhole and down his thighs, pooling at his asshole and dribbling down Sprigatito’s abused cock. He could not have wished for anything more perfect.\n\n
\n\n[color=#cc0000]“Well done.”[/color]\n\n For the first time, and as unbelievable as it may seem
 it seemed like Birdie’s intonation had a slight, positive resonance to it. Or perhaps, Skeledirge was caught up in such a sexually satisfied haze, that everything that moment seemed like a dream.\n\n\n\n“Oh, my baby boys, my sweet babies
” Daddy mewled, breathing heavily, panting hard and soaking in the post-sex musk that filled his numb mind; a mix of open emotions, of love and pleasure mingling, giving each of them a sense of comfort, a feeling of safety as he absorbed the feeling of his cub’s freshly milked dicks growing limp in his orifices, hot breaths brushing over his sweaty, glistening scales. And finally, when the last little spasm of pleasure had died down, Daddy pulled helped his boys pull out, one by one, each with a satisfying pop as papa nudges them loose from himself; taking a hold of their limp, exhausted bodies, and bringing the three of them close into his embrace.\n\n“[i]I love you, I love you, oh yes I do[/i] ~ â™Ș” Daddy Dirge began to hum; the timpani of his voice, as calm as the ocean waves. He hummed so beautifully that the smallest of shivers would rock through his boys’ flustered, spent bodies, causing them to ease their weary muscles in his hold as the breeze of his warm, breathy hymns brushed over them, reminding them of the tender moment they’d just shared together. Just as warm, he smiled softly, tracing a loving hand over their tender bodies. Embracing his son’s beautiful, red scales, a reflection of his own. The soft, floral green fur of the bashful kit, the pure white feel of the shy duck’s feathers. And he hummed the rest of his song once more, craning his head down, to plant a tender, loving kiss to the forehead of each of the three cubs, each special to him so dearly, as he lay, hazy in a blissful state of post-orgasm high.\n\n
\n\nBirdie lie dormant, unmoving at the base of papa’s snout. It would seem as if it Birdie is just as equally satisfied with the results.\n\nAnd as daddy hummed his sweet lullaby, that voice, all natural; without Birdie’s throat controlling maneuvers, mind you! He felt one of the restless cubs stirring in his embrace; soon finding a stray kit nudging his breast
 Oh, does kitten want some milkies? ♡\n\nAnd, as naturally as instincts come, little Sprigatito nuzzled up to papa’s nipple, taking the swollen teat into his little mouth, and suckling, as his kitten instincts drive him to do. And papa is joyful to nurse his young, placing his hand on the back of the kit’s head and scratching behind his cute little ears, pleased purrs following suit.\n\nEven the little duck boy, as coy as he may be, took to the opposite cleft, allowing papa’s nipple into his beak, and gingerly pressing down to coax some of daddy’s warm milk. Even little avian boys want milk, too! You are never too old to enjoy father’s breast. Fuecoco lay idly, between the mountainous crevasse that is daddy’s tits, having already drifted soundly into slumber. Daddy runs his hands through Quaxly’s silky pomp, holding both the duck and kit close unto his breast and offering to them his sweet milk, as daddy should.\n\nDaddy Dirge lay, embracing his young in silence, treasuring this moment in time. And in silence, he praises Birdie. There are no thoughts to be had with such a mindmelted drone such as Skeledirge. But what need is there for thoughts? A feeling will suffice. To whether Skeledirge acted upon his bestial urges to his own degree, or if it were the influence of Birdie
 it matters not in the end.\n\nDaddy Skeledirge just really loves being a faggot for cubs.\n\n\n\n\n\n[i]Ding Dong![/i]\n\n“Wha? Huh? Wuzzat?” Skeledirge awoke to the sound of a doorbell, rubbing his eyes as he came to, his voice groggy with the same finesse of a fag who just got all his holes fucked by three cubs.\n\n“Yaaay! Papa’s home!” Sprigatito cried out excitedly, before pausing in front of the door, and turning back towards Mr. Skeledirge. “U-Um, my [i]real[/i] papa! Heehee!” he giggled, bouncing in place in front of the door, with little Fuecoco and Quaxly scrambling down the stairs as Mr. Skeledirge slouches off of the living room couch and trudges towards the door, opening to reveal there standing, that damn jester bastard.\n\n“Hi papa!” Sprigatito danced over to his (real) father’s side, and looked up at him, energy aboast.\n\n“Hello, sweetie. Did you get into any trouble while I was gone?” Meowscarada asked, half-heartedly expecting an earnest response.\n\nSprigatito simply put a paw to his mouth and stifled a giggle as he replied with an innocuous tone. “[i]Maybe![/i]”\n\nThe magician peered up at the singer.\n\n“Man, you look like these boys wore you out. Long day?” He jested, clearly amused to see Skeledirge’s groggy disposition.\n\n“Not a thing about it,” he replied with a chuckle. “Them boys are very well behaved.” He said, glancing over at Fuecoco and Quaxly, who were acting innocently enough.\n\n“Huh, color me surprised!” The magician cat snickered, looking down at his kit. “I can hardly manage one—I’d imagine [i]three[/i] would just about do me in!” \n\nSprigatito simply purrs, feigning angelic behavior, as a true bratty little kit does in front of his papa.\n\n“I don’t know how you do it, but you’re a real life saver, you know,” Meowscarada praised, a transparent honesty in his words as he nods his head in respectful gesture towards his crocodilian cohort. “I’ve got to thank you again for watching over the boys while I was out.”\n\n“Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout it, guhuhuh!” Skeledirge responds, hands crossed in that masculine, acceptable manner that people like Meowscarada love to see.\n\nThe magician crept forward, leaning towards the singer, his voice hushed as if telling a secret, clear intentions to not let Sprigatito hear.\n\n“You have no idea how much I don’t want my boy around that Quaquaval, let me tell you.” He whispered, his voice serious with disdain. “Ain’t a Snom’s chance in hell I’d ever let that fa—” the magician paused, catching himself about to say something 
 [i]politically incorrect[/i]! Though as much as he wanted to slur without remorse, he instead proverbially backspaces and allows himself a [i]classier[/i] way of explaining his detest for disgusting homosexual predators like that dancer duck from down the street.\n\n“I-I’d never let that fruity
 [i]duck[/i] around my kids, is what I’m trying to say.” He took a step back, his voice now at room level as he shoots an awkward grin, as if asking for the nonverbal approval.\n\n“You understand what I mean, right?!” He said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked down at his boy, whom he would not dare leave under the supervision of such a fellow! Yup! He’d never allow such a horrid man to touch his precious kit!\n\nNever! Not in a million years! There’s no way Meowscarada would ever leave his son with a dirty predator.\n\n“[i]R-Right?[/i]” Meowscarada stammered again, eager for the approval of the man he looks up to and praises so much.\n\nThe bird aperched Skeledirge’s snout gave Meowscarada a cold, unmoving stare.\n\nSkeledirge simply grins, a knowing smile, nodding in response to the oblivious magician.\n\n\n\n“[i]Oh, I know.[/i]”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Crocodile Daddy



“And for my next trick, I’ll make my parenting responsibilities disappear,” Meowscarada said, a bit of unmasked snark in his voice as he stood in the doorway, looking as regal and pompous as ever, but not as pompous and fruity as that gay duck from down the street! You see, when you’re a magician, you’ve got to play your cards right; both literally and metaphorically speaking, so your choice of babysitter for when you’re out on the go is crucial to make sure you don’t leave your kids under the supervision of some perversely flamboyant, foppish man, who’s a little too eager to flaunt his obnoxious sexual imagery as the foundation of his entire personality. NOT suitable around kids in the slightest! He’ll corrupt the minds of our youth and try to convert them into being a sexual deviant just like himself!

Luckily for our Magician Cat, there’s no need for concern of lecherous gay ducks flouncing around like pixies and sprinkling their gay conversion dust all over our children, you see; for Meowscarada has decided to leave the honor of babysitting duties to a real man— one who exemplifies everything that is right in our society, yes! A strong, masculine male figurehead with no perverse mental illnesses or paraphilias, a man who is certainly not the type to shove some misguided sexual agenda into the faces of everyone he meets!

Not some overly sexual dancer who’s only interested in shaking his disgusting twink body in the presence of virgin eyes. No, no; this is a man who sings; every hymn, a gospel of all that is right and pure, in a world corrupted by dubious predators only in it to enforce their disgusting fetishes onto innocents. This is a man whose voice sings of praise to liberty and freedom; Glory to Paldea!

There is nobody more trustworthy than the chorus behind such hymns! We need a real man who can use his voice to defend our children; each note, a promise to be a protective, safe, loving father figure, defending our world from the wicked evils that plague our very streets.

This man is Skeledirge, the Singer Pokémon. Everybody can trust a man whose political ideals match the scape of your own! The way he condemns evildoers by uttering curse words that those fiendish beings hate to hear, the way he makes all the right votes to keep the Paldean dream alive—and he’s got a kid of his own, to boot! There’s no way a married man with children could be as dubious as those dirty F-words! Hence why it has been sir Skeledirge chosen to take on the temporary responsibility of our magician friend’s parenting duties until he returns from some sort of plot irrelevant business.

Meowscarada stared at his son for a moment, then shrugged. “I won’t be long. Make sure the boy doesn’t give you any trouble.”

Little Sprigatito, the spry, young son of the Magician Pokémon, stared up with an abashed gaze at his temporary caretaker. Mr. Skeledirge was so… big!

“Huhuhu, don’t you worry ‘bout it,” the crocodile man spoke up, a deep, gravely texture to his voice; a jarring juxtaposition when compared to his singing voice, which inexplicably sounds nothing like his regular speaking voice, for reasons nobody has quite figured out yet.

“We raise these boys the right way in this household,” the croc continued, a patriotic smirk adorned his wide, jagged grin, to which Meowscarada responded with a pleased nod. “I expect nothing less from a man of your caliber!” the Magician praised, having full confidence that no issues are to arrive under the crocodile man’s supervision; after all, he was the spitting image of what all men should be! Not like some hypothetical fruity duck, who might as well be a Poison type with how much their toxins fetter our society! I mean, they’re puttin’ chemicals in the water that are makin’ the Froakies gay!

Little Sprigatito turned back to his father. “Papa, when are you gonna be back?” He said, a slight nervous look on his face.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he assured the kit, turning his attention towards the Fire croc. “If you need anything, tell Mr. Skeledirge here to give me a call.”  Sprigatito’s eyes glance back up at the croc man, whose eyes upturned to a warm smile.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, dear, he’s a good man! He even has a son about your age, isn’t that right?” Meowscarada continued, nudging Sprigatito forth, standing the boy in front of the hulking mass that was Mr. Skeledirge.

“That’s right, you know lil’ Fuecoco, don’t ya!” Skeledirge chuckled, leaning down to get on equal level to the boy; yet even in his kneeling position, Mr. Skeledirge is huge!!!

“Fuecoco from school?” Sprigatito said, eyes widening with sudden interest as he walked forward, yet still taken aback at the sheer size of the man in front of him.

“Go and play with your friend, sweetie, and don’t misbehave,” Meowscarada said, placing a hand on the kit’s shoulder before standing up and turning towards the door, looking back as he continued. “Sorry to keep you occupied, sir— but I know you won’t find yourself in much trouble, now will you?” the Magician said whilst nodding at the croc, smiling in earnest; it’s most certainly true, Skeledirge won’t be no trouble at all around his children, not in the slightest! He’s no duck from down the street, that’s right! Mr. Skeledirge is 100% trustworthy in every way possible!

The fire croc chuckled as he stood up, his massive figure coming into full view again as he assured with full confidence that he is to be trusted around kits and cubs alike. “Not at all a problem, my friend!” He smirked, arms crossed in a manly and socially acceptable way; body language affirming all that Meowscarada needed to know—that this is a man worth trusting indeed! Now, if he were to have some sort of limp-wrist, hand-on-hips pose, he certainly wouldn’t want any kids in the presence of that man at all, but Mr. Skeledirge isn’t like that, no; he's the type of man that the Paldea region needs at its reigns.

The magician bowed in gesture of respect to his socially agreeable cohort and nodded to his son before departing out the door. “Now you see me,” he started as he waved goodbye, before doing some tacky illusion trickery with his leaf cape or whatever. “Now you don’t!” and just like that, in a flash, Meowscarada had totally disappeared from sight!

“Bye papa! Come back soon!” Sprigatito said, followed by riled giggles at the display of low brow party magic. In the eyes of a cub, adults were so cool! I wanna be like that when I grow up, too!

Mr. Skeledirge shut the door behind him, and took a deep breath.

Ahh… Finally… Finally! Alone with Meowscarada’s cute little son! And my own son, Fuecoco, upstairs playing with the neighbor’s boy, Quaxly! Ohhh, yes, I love babysitting me some cute boys, huhuhuhu!!!

That damn cat jester just doesn’t know what he had just inadvertently put his son into.

“Mr. Skeledirge, is Fuecoco here?” Sprigatito asked, looking up at the croc man; his cute, round kitten eyes looking up with a coy expression as he fiddled with his paws. Mr. Skeledirge was really big, bigger than any grown-up the kit had ever seen before! And he was a little scary, too—he was a mountain of a man, intimidating in posture, and a Fire type at that; hot, red scales clad his muscle hard body and a white pattern fashioned across his crocodilian face that greatly resembled a skull, the illusion made even more apparent with pitch black sclera only illuminated by bright yellow pupils that stared the kitten down as if he was his prey. He looks really scary, but…!

“’Course, lil one! He’s upstairs with Quaxly! You know Quaxly, right? Your friends from school? Go on up and say hi, scamp!” The croc man responded, the yellow of his eyes upturned into a smiling expression, the corners of his jagged mouth fashioned into a grin as his postured eased up, a friendly display of a man definitely worth trusting. If papa Meowscarada was right, then it’s true! Mr. Skeledirge isn’t so scary at all!

“Okay! Thank you mister!” Sprigatito giggled before running up the stairs, and as he did so, the croc man’s eyes glanced over, those dark eyes fixated on the boy’s behind as he sauntered up the stairs. Licking his lips with that long purple tongue as he did so. Grrrowrl.

Skeledirge waited for just a moment, and, as if the coast was clear, locked the door; the distinct *click* sound, a deliberate signal to some unseen entity that had been idly waiting for this moment.

Upon the signaled click of a locked door, suddenly, as if from nowhere, a small, flaming spectral being coalesced, one that looked like… a bird? A round, orb shaped flaming bird that glowed a bright orange, the trails from its embers making out a simulacrum of wings, with two pale white dots for what we can assume are eyes.

It fluttered in believably birdlike fashion and perched itself upon the very tip of Skeledirge’s snout, nested just above his two triangular nostrils that glowed with an intense heat.

“Guhuhuh, Birdie!” Skeledirge tittered, amused by his little bird friend—visibly happy to see the strange, ethereal flaming bird. Was this some sort of pet? At least, that’s what many of Skeledirge’s cohorts believed it to be; this bird was seemingly always at the tip of the croc’s snout, wherever he went. Seldom were they apart; and if they ever were, all it would take is a quick whistle and the familiar would somehow find its way perched right back on its usual spot.

“Yusss, it’s time, Birdie, them boys are up there, so cute and sexy, they are!” Skeledirge said, his expression now twisting into a dubious, wicked grin; flames spewing from the sides of his mouth as his body temperature began to rise under the intense influx of sexual arousal boiling within.

The entity he’d been referring to as “Birdie” simply sat stationary, not having even its “eyes” blink, nor even a single chirp in response, as one would expect from such a creature. But what really was Birdie, anyway?

There is a short pause. Then, Mr. Skeledirge erupted with an uncontrollable laughter. “Uhuhuhuh, yessss, I’m so excited, Birdie, them boys are so cuuuute! Didja see the way that lil’ kitty swished his tail? He’s so cute, yes he is! Guhuhuh!”

A short pause, followed by more laughter and crude, sexual remarks. From an outside perspective, Skeledirge was talking to nothing. He carried on, a back and forth conversation, speaking aloud seemingly to something or someone that was not there; followed by a short, silent pause, as if listening to a reply, and then promptly responding with laughs and erotic lechery in turn.

“Ohoho, yes, good idea, Birdie!” Skeledirge said to… himself? Someone? His face twisted in a perverse smile, stuck in some sort of unexplainable stupor, eyes glazed over with not a single thought of his own. Skeledirge hobbled over to his kitchen and opened up the cabinets, a wide array of colorful packaging containing a wide assortment of snacks. You see, Mr. Skeledirge loves to spoil his son, that’s right, so he’s got a whole cabinet full of sweets and candy.

Skeledirge is quite adept at parenting, as you can tell; every decision he makes is carefully calculated, as Skeledirge is very much so a smart and talented man. Crazy to think he’s got such an intelligent mind, yes! Very intelligent and completely to his own volition, yes!

Or so you think.

Skeledirge grabbed a haphazard assortment of snacks, each of varying popular flavors among young Pokémon—Oran, Cheri, Pecha, Leppa, even tart Sitrus berry flavored gummies and candies; all the sweets that make all the young cubs cheer with delight when being rewarded for good behavior. Skeledirge himself isn’t much of a sweet tooth, but these candies are like magic, with the way they’re able to sway kits and cubs into behaving… And little son Fuecoco is a very well-behaved boy!

“You do always come up with the best ideas, guhuhuhu!” Skeledirge chuckled as he walked enroute to the stairs, praising no one in particular. Under normal circumstances, many of the other adults, coworkers and acquaintances pass Skeledirge’s self-rambling as just a relatively normal instance of lonesome souls who have a bit of habit of talking to themselves and laughing at their own jokes; but what they don’t know is that the reality is much, much more sinister.

Skeledirge found himself at the top of the stairway, feeling his groin grow wet with excitement while approaching the doorway to his son’s room. If that damn Magician knew what Skeledirge does with his son behind closed doors… It would appear that through some sort of operant conditioning, our crocodile father simply cannot hold in his arousal at the mere thought of walking to his son’s room, much less so now that there’s two cute lil boys added to the mix!

“Ohohoh, Birdie, you genius!” Skeledirge whispered to himself as he stepped into the door, making his presence known to the three boys inside; his unmistakable hulking figure nearly unable to fit through the doorway.

Three boys sat, their attentions quickly turned to the crocodile man. They were sitting on the carpet, in front of a TV, with vibrant colored remotes in their hand, playing some awful looking game with low res textures on the screen. Fuecoco, the single son of the household, is the first to speak up, his dark, beady eyes lighting up as his father enters, unmistakable bags of intoxicating sweets ready to be delivered to good boys who deserve treats.

“Hi daddy!” the little fire croc boy beamed, standing up and running over to his father, throwing his little chubby arms around his father’s leg in an embrace as he looked up at his papa.

“Hello, sweetie! Are you boys having fun? Hmm?” Daddy Dirge cooed, his grin a malicious twist, though in the eyes of his son; a kind and fatherly look, one that often he would use when exchanging gifts and treats in return for… Special favors. “I brought snacks! You like snacks, don’tcha, boy?” Dirge continued, leaning down and offering the saccharine succulents to his boy.

“Yaaaay! Thank you, papa!” Fuecoco giggled, taking the plastic bags and ripping them open with eager finesse, immediately gobbling up whatever confectionary poured out, without much thought. Fuecoco was such a fat little bastard. Compared to the Magician’s son; Sprigatito, and the other boy, Quaxly, it’s obvious from a single glance that Fuecoco is spoiled rotten, most definitely; he’s got a round, chubby belly, and short legs, but papa Dirge wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, the way to a cub’s heart is through his stomach, so… Daddy Dirge loves to spoil his baby boy with sweets, all the time! If it means getting some of that cute little chubby cock, then… Eat up, baby boy!!!

“I want some!” The grass cat exclaimed, dropping the game controller and pouncing over to the man, eager for a sugary treat; yet Fuecoco pulls away in protest when Sprigatito approaches.

“Nuh uh,” The little crocodile pouted, taking the bags of sweets into his fat little arms and facing them away. “They’re not your snacks, they’re mine,” he said with a coy selfishness in his voice.

Daddy Dirge is quick to step in and ease the tension. “Ohh, now sweetie, be a good boy and share with your friends, okay? It’s not nice to take everything for yourself!” daddy said, a gentle hum to his voice, not reprimanding in the slightest but insistent on teaching good manners, even to a spoiled little boy like his son.

Fuecoco’s eyes furrow with guilt for a moment, before turning to the cat and duck. “Um, okay,” he murmured, a bit of blush forming at his chubby cheeks as he opened his arms to his playmates; a successful lesson from Daddy about sharing with friends coming to fruition! But what little Fuecoco and his friends don’t know, is that Daddy is about to teach them a lot more about sharing than just with sweets.

“Good boy,” Daddy Dirge praised, innocuously using the wicked length of his tail to wrap around the doorknob and shut it behind him, having gone unnoticed by the cubs. The sound of the door shutting and a distinct *click* made him shudder with perverse intention, the very motion causing his thighs to quiver in anticipation. “I’m so glad to see you three getting along!” He grinned, masking diabolical motive in is voice.

“Thank you for the snacks, mister!” Sprigatito mused, grabbing fistfuls of multi colored gummies and eating them like a little fucking savage; seriously what is it with you cubs and being messy eaters, ya fuckin’ neanderthals! Go wash your paws, sluts!

Fuecoco hobbled over to the duck boy, sitting quietly and patiently on the carpet, watching from afar. “Wanna try some?” the crocodile boy asked with a bit of performative earnest; but Quaxly turns his head abashedly at the offer.

“I’m not supposed to eat candy,” he responded, two small, feathered wings to his chest in nervous posture.

Sprigatito leaps over, clumsily spilling forth rogue gummies from his sticky paws on to the carpet as he joins conversation. “Me neither! My daddy never lets me eat candy! He makes me eat gross leafy stuff!”

Ah, typical caliber of Grass types. Luckily for these boys, this is Daddy Dirge’s house, and the only rules are that there are no rules!

“Hehehe.” Daddy Dirge chuckles, amused at how simple minded these boys are. This will be quite easy. “Don’t you boys worry. I ain’t gonna tell yer folks! You can eat all the sweets ya want here at my place!” He said with a dubious wink, lurching over and closing the space between the three boys.

“Really? However much we want?!” Sprigatito gasped, eyes widening, sparkling a bit from the newfound freedom.

“I-I dunno…” Quaxly mumbled, eyes poised with guilt towards the bags of candy; a sinful temptation that draws him to commit the single most heinous crime a young boy could do… Eat candy without ma and pa’s permission!!!

Fuecoco stuffed more greedy sweets into his fat alligator mouth. “Mhm!” He exclaimed between bites, “My daddy is really cool and let’s me eat sweets all the time!”

Daddy Dirge’s grin widens. “That’s right, boys, when you’re under my roof, I’ll letcha do all the fun things your ma and pa don’t letcha do!” he spoke, his words filled with promise of forbidden fun; lots of candy, staying up late, playing games… all the things little cubs could dream of!

Sprigatito and Fuecoco cheer in tandem, whilst Quaxly fidgets anxiously with his feathers, still unsure of how to approach newfound freedom where under normal circumstances, eating loads of sweets and playing games is a seldom luxury, only for boys who are on their best behavior.

Daddy Dirge’s eyes dart towards the little duck boy, having caught on to the nervous body language, inching closer with nonthreatening intent as he leans down, making sure to keep appropriate distance between him and the tiny duck Pokémon.

“Don’t be shy, Quaxly,” he cooed as he gestured to the little duck’s friends, who were hungrily gobbling up all the sweets they could chew at a time. “You’re such a good little boy, yes you are! You deserve some sweets, too, little one!” he smiled warmly, taking his big hands and lifting his index finger up to his mouth in a “sush” pose as he continued. “I won’t tell a single soul.” He promised; an oath to keep this sinful act of candy eating a secret to Quaxly’s ma and pa—two individuals of irrelevance, but the caretakers of that boy regardless. It would seem as if they’re just like Sprigatito’s folks; stuck-up prudes, ready to enforce their conservative methodology onto their kids. With the way Quaxly behaves and his disposition, it was not hard for Dirge to imagine that the boy’s parents were probably the same as Meowscarada; quick to shelter their boy from the heinous evildoers of this world— for who in their right mind would let their son under the guidance of some sex fiend?!

Oh, that Quaxly, he certainly isn’t the son of this hypothetical flamboyant sex pest duck; did you really think a fruitcake like the theoretical agenda-spreading duck from down the street would be capable of conceiving children and having a socially acceptable conformist man-and-woman marriage?! No no, Quaxly is the son of a happily married heterosexual couple of Swanna, you see; we don’t talk about the other duck Pokémon; he who shall not be named, for he is a filthy, filthy man with a misguided heart, only out to poison the world with his dubious acts of sexual conversion!

It's a good thing Mr. Skeledirge isn’t like that! Nope! Not at all! Everyone loves Mr. Skeledirge! What a good, kind, loving man who isn’t addled with disgusting pervert sex thoughts in the slightest!

“Who’s a good boy, you are! Yes you are! ♡” Skeledirge said, with disgusting pervert sex thoughts.

Quaxly blushed, a slight pink hue forming at the cheeks of his feathered face. “Um, is it really okay, mister?” He asked, a nervous wing reaching for a colorful packet of gummies.

“More than okay, sweetie! You can have all of the fun you want here!” The croc man assured, placing his big, clawed hand on the boy’s shoulder as he spoke. “Mi casa es su casa,” he said, an authentic, thick accent native to Paldea coating every word beautifully, followed by an inappropriately sexually charged wink.

Quaxly felt a funny emotion just then, an unexplainable feeling that made his heartbeat quicken; yet one he was able to brush off as quick as his attention span let him, quickly finding himself eager to begin indulging in the decadence of candy eating with his two little friends.

Daddy Dirge on the other hand, felt his face heat up with a deep crimson. Ohohoh… I touched him! I touched that cute lil ducky boy! Ohohoh, his feathers was so soft, yes they were! Ay dios mío!

The three cubs stuffed their faces with sticky sweets, giggling, their sweet little laughter making Daddy Dirge erupt with intense, perverse feelings, finding himself growing tighter and tighter in his crotch; being in his son’s bedroom, surrounded by two of his cute little friends from school… They seemed fixated on their game and eating candy, but Daddy Dirge wants to show them a different kind of game… A kind of game that their ma and pa certainly don’t want them to know about!




 “Now is the time.”

A foreboding, echoing voice permeated the crocodile man’s brain. It spoke with a deep, gritty prose, its baleful echoes never rising above room temperature; whatever it was, each and every sentence, more perverse and wicked than the last.

“Do it. Show them how you play that ‘game’ of yours. Show them like how you showed your son.”

“Show them just how much of a filthy, fucking pervert you are.”

Skeledirge’s mind spun with dark, wicked thoughts, all fueled by the voice that spoke to him in its low growl, every sentence edging him deeper into depravity. The voice that spoke directly to him; the voice that only he could hear; that voice that controlled him and his thoughts, every waking moment. The voice that he loved to be commanded by.

“Huhuhuhu… Yes, Birdie…♡”

It was hard to tell whether Skeledirge would comply to the wicked demands of the entity known as ‘Birdie’ simply because of the intoxicating, mind-controlling effect it had on him; or could it be perhaps that Skeledirge, even without the influence of Birdie, is utterly and unabashedly a depraved pervert pedophile. Perhaps Skeledirge agrees to follow suit with every one of Birdie’s commands out of his own volition. If that is the case, then Birdie is only along for the ride—to spectate the vile display of a man and his disturbing lack of sexual self-control. But who can say for sure?

Mr. Skeledirge stood up, slowly as to not rile any sudden movement, and looked down at the cubs before him. Ohh, they were so innocent, playing their stupid lil game and eatin’ their sweets… Such cute lil’ boys they are!

The croc man licked his lips, his heavy, milk filled breasts tingling with arousal, a proverbial fire burning in his cunt as Birdie’s voice echoed through his mind, so powerful and commanding that it swallowed his own thoughts and drowned out any semblance of free will; utterly becoming consumed with lust… a feeling so powerful and erotic that it made his brain turn to mush and his eyes swirl with a wicked madness powered by sheer depravity.

“So, lil’ scamps, do you want to play a game?” Daddy Dirge said, his voice now unnaturally guttural, his eyes ablaze with heat; Birdie still perched innocuously upon his snout as he faced the boys, looking up at him with curious eyes.

“A game?” Sprigatito asked, a little confused, looking over at Quaxly, who had an equally quizzical look on his face. But Fuecoco, however, remained with his expression unchanged, a lackadaisical smile adorning his innocent face; having full awareness of what game his daddy was suggesting. A game that him and his daddy have played before. A secret, special game that only him and daddy know about, and one that daddy gives him lots of rewards and candy if he plays well.

“Yes, a game!” Dirge exclaimed, the corners of his fangs upturned, revealing rows of sharp jagged teeth in a wicked smile; the type of smile that Fuecoco has been conditioned to at this point, one that roused a special funny feeling in him. But for little Sprigatito and Quaxly, this was the first time they’ve seen an adult look at them with this type of look…! It looked a little scary… But it made them feel a little funny, too!

“You know about that game, right, son?” Daddy Dirge said, gesturing towards his little croc boy. “I can show you boys a game that’s BETTER than playing NaclstackCraft!” He laughed darkly, tilting his head in the direction of the shitty block looking game on the TV screen.

Sprigatito and Quaxly glanced at the TV, and then towards Fuecoco.

“A better game?” the two curious boys asked in tandem(aus), their eyes poised towards the croc boy with great interest; little Fuecoco had already stood up and beamed back at them with a prideful smile, as if he was about to show them the coolest thing ever at Show-And-Tell.

“Yeah! Me and my daddy play this game all the time!” Fuecoco exclaimed excitedly, whilst his daddy grinned dubiously, proud to have made this special game a staple pastime under the Fire Croc household.

“Yes, a super special fun game that’s for adults only! You know those games your ma and pa don’t want you looking at? The ones with the “Rated M” on them?” Skeledirge exclaimed, rubbing his hands together nefariously; not skipping a beat. It was as if him and Birdie had already practiced this exchange, rehearsing in his mind for this moment.

“Rated M…?” Quaxly’s eyes widened, looking at Sprigatito, who chimed in. “I’ve always wanted to play a grown-up game!” the kit cried out with sudden excitement.

Fuecoco pointed at the TV screen, an idle display of an all-ages video game plastered across it’s LED. “But it’s not a game you play on the TV or with controllers,” he explained.

“U-Um, I think I’ll get in trouble if I play a grown-up game,” Quaxly fidgeted anxiously, whilst Sprigatito conversely leaped to his feet and danced with unrestricted enthusiasm. “I wanna play! I wanna play!” the grass kit chirped, eager to, for once in his life, get to do all sorts of fun things that his daddy Meowscarada never lets him do!

“It’s a secret! Daddy says nobody has to know about it!” Fuecoco said, unphased by the connotations in the slightest, rather; being rather proud of himself for being let in on such an exclusive, fun and adults-only game! He feels like he’s a part of the big boy club!

“That’s right, sweetie! I won’t tell yer mami and papi that we played this game, just like how I won’t say a thing ‘bout all those sweets you gobbled up! Guhuhuh!” Daddy Dirge threw his head back with villainous laughter, having easily backed the boys into a corner with relative ease. All a part of Birdie’s genius plan! Gwahaha!

Quaxly’s feathers stiffened at the guilt, looking down at the now empty package of candy that rest just at his little webbed feet, now feeling conscious for the sinful indulgence of sweets… W-Well… If there aren’t any rules at Mr. Skeledirge’s house, and mami and papi won’t know, then…

“How do we play? Is it like picnics? I wanna play picnics! My mommy and daddy go on picnics all the time but they don’t let me come with them because I’m not old enough.” Sprigatito said, running around the perimeter of the circle carpet, absentmindedly spewing on and on with his natural youthful energy.

“Do you promise I’m not gonna get in trouble?” Quaxly squeaked, having already committed a grave sin that would get even the most well-behaved cub a good ten minutes in the time-out corner!

Fuecoco, having learned a valuable lesson about sharing moments prior, stumbled over to the duck boy and held out a chubby paw to him, a now earnest display of sharing the joys of the secret, fun games that only special members of the big boys club get to play!

“C’mon! It’s a lot of fun, and daddy gives me lots of snacks if I play really good!” Fuecoco explained, helping Quaxly up, a prideful smile and a blush strewn across his cheeks as he exclaimed further. “And I’m really good at it, too, because I always get snacks!” Turning over to his papa and gesturing with his head. “My daddy is the coolest!”

Daddy Dirge licked his lips, eyes poised on the nervous little duck boy before him, shooting that lecherous wink once again that made the little duck boy shuffle nervously. When Mr. Skeledirge looks at me like that, it makes me feel weird…!

“I’m gonna be the best at it,” Sprigatito said with unabashed confidence, hopping over to his friends and bouncing in place as he looked up at the croc boy’s father.

The three of them peered up at the man, eager to learn the ropes of what it means to play an adult game.

Oh my gosh! Mr. Skeledirge is so… Big!

Rows of multicolored tetrahedrons lined the forefront of Skeledirge’s snout, each shape starting from the base fading from a royal purple gradient to an increasingly hotter and brighter hue until a distinct bright yellow burns at the triangular shaped nostrils; just below where Birdie typically sits. And from the very farthest reach of his mouth, spews intense ethereal flames that escape through the cracks of his jagged crocodilian teeth; a dark purple from the inside illuminated from the embers of his heat—normally dormant, yet in his roused state, like most Fire type Pokémon, flames spew involuntarily at rapid intervals, signaling an intense state of sexual arousal.

But other than the intricacies of his face, Mr. Skeledirge also has a very, very unmistakable body… One that the cubs were shy to look at in close detail. Seeing Daddy Dirge up close like this, and with the way he was staring down at them… I-It feels funny…!

He wore a black tank top. One that barely concealed his massive chest; an enormous pair of fat breasts unable to be contained by the flimsy fabric as twin perky nipples found themselves exposed through the thin veil. Those fat jugs wobbled and jiggled with every subtle movement and it was hard to ignore their presence, and while Pokémon come in all shapes and sizes; whether they be mammalian, reptilian, or avian; these magical beings are blessed with the ability to produce milk for their young—and the reptilian Skeledirge is no different. His breasts have gotten larger over the years through rigorous training and artificial injections that have sculpted his body into a manly piece of art, every muscle of him crafted to perfection.

It wasn’t just his chest that was perfect in every way imaginable. Everything about him. His massive, manly arms, strong, mature hands tipped with dark, powerful claws. His muscle hard abs, and his thick, massive fucking thighs whose red scales glistened in the light. And in between those enormous thighs, between his legs, a fat, juicy cunt that begs to be fucked by young, spry boys; a roused clit peeking out from between his lips whenever he so much as thinks about a cute little cub. Even through his pants, a distinct V-shape culminates to his crotch, drawing wandering eyes to his nethers.

Finally, Mr. Skeledirge has a HUGE ass. I’m talkin’ MASSIVE. Huge thighs compliment a pair of mountainous planets that practically have their own orbit with how many dicks are gravitated towards them. Not just any dicks. Cub dick. He knows his cute lil’ son can’t help but find himself getting a little stiffy in his shorts whenever he watches papa bend over, just to pick something slow on purpose. His huge dad ass, much like his tits, unable to be contained through the fabric of his wear, bounce rhythmically with every step he takes and it’s impossible not to look away with how magnificently hypnotic they are; those fat cakes just coyly obscured by daddy’s thick gator tail in its prone position, but when daddy lifts up that tail… He knows all the boys wouldn’t last a single day in November.

Daddy Skeledirge could not help himself but drool, the wicked voice of Birdie echoing through his brain as he calculated what to say next.

“It is I who pilots this vessel; for all of the times I commanded the muscles in your throat to bless you with your voice, to give you the privilege of such honor and status among your peers; you should feel thankful. If it were not for me, you would be nothing.”

“Guhuhuhuh…” Dirge guffawed in aroused stupor, Birdie’s words clearly edging him on.

“They all praise you, oh Skeledirge, hymn of all that is righteous; but they don’t know just how truly depraved you are in secrecy,” Birdie whispered within the croc’s mind, every world slithering into his conscious like a cobra, its coils wrapping around the man’s mind without much resistance. “That you’re some filthy schmuck out to snatch up kids.” Every word, every syllable, sent Dirge into a deeper state of hypnosis, unable to fixate on anything else but Birdie’s words. “Look at you. Getting so worked up over little boys. You fucking degenerate.”

“Yessssss,” Daddy Dirge obliged, all too eager to submit to the mind-numbing deprecation, each word spiraling him further and further, his clit hardening in his pants and tongue lolling in a hypnotic trance.

“And now, you will obey.” Birdie stated, as a matter of factly, for the croc man would dare not defy; whether he had a choice or not, no one could say… But perhaps he wants to be commanded like this. Perhaps he wants a voice to tell him, to urge him, to plunge himself into the darkest depths of depravity.

“How do we play, mister? How do we play?”

Daddy Dirge for a moment is nearly awakened from his horny stupor by the sudden exclamation of an excited, curious kit. “Huh? Oh, right! Guhuhuh!” Dirge said, with his eyes still in a spiral as the three boys looked up at the daddy croc, peculiar expressions on their faces.

“ Teach them.” Birdie’s voice echoed, with no force necessary in his tone; for Birdie knows that Skeledirge will do his bidding with no resistance, no desire to suppress these dark desires.

Daddy Dirge smiled with a menacing, lustful light in his eyes.

“Huhuhuhu…” He began, his purple tongue finding itself licking salaciously around the corners of his mouth, a gesture most tantalizing to the cubs before him.

“Well, first things first, ya gotta take yer clothes off!” He said, his voice creeping from the depths of his throat. Immediately, Sprigatito and Quaxly turn towards each other with a combined reaction of a befuddled look; surely this was some sort of dirty adult joke, most foolishly played by an overzealous prankster! It was then that they saw little Fuecoco, without any further instructions, eagerly stripping off his shirt, with no hesitation; and then realizing with no further repugnance that Daddy Dirge was not playing a prank, and that this was a very real game that Fuecoco and his papa had already familiarized themselves with.

“Y-You take your clothes off..?!” Quaxly squeaked, his beak agape with obvious confusion and concern.

“Yeah!” Fuecoco responded, his bare chest and belly exposed, his fat little chubby belly that had a cute bellybutton amidst the pudginess. “It’s like when you get ready for bath time, except instead of playing in the bath, we play on the bed.” Fuecoco explained without skipping a beat, Daddy Dirge nodding in approval.

Sprigatito and Quaxly both stared at each other, frozen in their places by the intense attention of the daddy croc’s glare. The both of them knew full well that it wasn’t right to take off your clothes in front of adults, but thinking about it critically; the little kit and duck get naked all the time with their ma and pa whenever they get ready to take a bath. And with how lackadaisically Fuecoco responds to the gesture, it would appear that he doesn’t think this is a bad or scary thing at all!

Sprigatito’s normally minty green fur began to shift to a autumn red hue as he held his paws together and looked at the ground abashedly. “I’ve only taken my clothes off in front of my mommy and daddy before.” He said, suddenly self-conscious about the prospect of not only being seen naked by his best friend Fuecoco, but while his dad is in the room, too!

“I don’t get it,” Quaxly began, struggling to make sense of how taking off your clothes would be the precursor to a game.

“Guhuhuh, don’t you worry, lil scamps! I’ll even take mine off, too! So ya don’t gotta feel embarrassed!” Skeledirge said, voice with thinly masked earnesty, feigning an act of easing the tension, but his true deed was a transparent attempt at dubious coercion.

Fuecoco began unbuttoning his shorts, not perturbed at all by the other two cub’s clear confusion and hesitance. “It’ll make a lotta sense when we start playing! I was embarrassed at first, too,” the little croc boy continued, dropping his shorts to his feet, kicking them to the side with ease, little toeclaws adorned his cute little foot. And, as if with newfound pride, he opens his arms wide and gestures with confidence, revealing himself in nothing but tight fitting white undies, decorated with multicolored berries across its thin fabric. “Ta-da!”

“Yessss, look at you, boy! There’s my big boy!” Daddy Dirge praised, as he himself began to strip, clearly reveling in the erotic tension being created in the room.

The little grass cat stood, blinking, his face red and eyes wide with burning curiosity; They say curiosity killed the cat, but… cats have nine lives, so it’s okay to get a little adventurous!  Naturally curious and filled with youthful energy, Sprigatito is quick to ease into the situation, following suit as Fuecoco does; fueled first by and eager desire to play a fun and exciting but forbidden ‘adult game’, and second by a natural rivalry between the two boys and to make everything a competition.

“Oh, so you do it like this?” The grass kit said, his eyes furrowed in a bashful grin as he slid his top off his shoulders, and dropping his shorts to his paws as he mimicked Fuecoco’s boastful display; a nervous yet newfound pride as he scantily revealed to his friend and Daddy, his lithe, fluffy little body and his cute tighty whities.

“Yes, just like that! Goodness, look at you, you’re so cuuuuute~!” Daddy Dirge said, his deviant grin growing wider. Sprigatito smiled coyly at the compliment, unable to make eye contact with the croc man; who’s eyes spun with wicked delight. Yes… It’s working… YES!  Daddy Dirge has this boy right where he wants him; a kit delighted to receive his appraisal is easy prey for the picking. Now all that’s left is that cute little ducky with them soft feathers… ♡

 Sprigatito and Fuecoco look at each other, shy yet amused at their near nudity, having a giggle at the first-time revelation of seeing another cub in the buff.

Though Quaxly could see little else to do but stand there and panic.

“U-Um, I dunno,” the duck boy stammered, unsure of what to do.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Sprigatito chanted, now eager to see what his feathered friend looks like in his undies; but also as to lessen his own vulnerability in being stripped near naked.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Fuecoco joins in the choir, the unstoppable influence of peer pressure slamming into Quaxly’s vulnerable emotional walls like a wrecking ball.

“U-Uum,” Quaxly squeaked, fiddling with his pompadour in nervous habit. “I-I’m not supposed to take off my clothes in front of anyone except my mommy and daddy,” he explained, voice nearly drowned from the rhythmical chants to join in on the naughty fun.

“Oh, silly duck!” Daddy Dirge interjected. “I’m a daddy, too, remember?” the croc man said, his voice laden with love and joy of corrupting the innocent. “You can do all that ya want with Daddy here, ya see! All the candy and games ya want!” He continued, his fatherly persona in full display as he stripped his tank top with ease, his fat, full breasts spilling out and hanging low, thick, round nipples at the peak of his glorious mountains, tinged with a purple hue.

Quaxly felt a flutter in his chest as he gazed upon the sight of the crocodile man’s bare top; the dadly gaze on his face, the deep, growling voice, and the presence of his two friends in their undies all culminated into an intense, newfound feeling between the duck boy’s quivering legs.

“Candy! Candy! Candy!” The chorus continued, the kit and croc running circles around the carpet and giggling as they chased each other, Quaxly still standing petrified with uncertainty.

Quaxly could only stand frozen as Daddy Dirge slowly approached him, his fat tits wobbling as he stepped closer, only to kneel down inches before the duck boy, and speaking to him in a kind, gentle prose, his once wicked eyes now masterfully disguised as a well-meaning man who means no harm.

“And you’re a good boy,” he praised, pulling every tactic he knows to sway Quaxly into submitting. “so shy, but so sweet, too!” Daddy’s voice was like a lullaby. A lullaby that’s a porno in disguise. Sickeningly sweet. Filled with poison unbeknownst.

“It’ll be lots of fun, sweetheart. I know you’re a shy boy, but you ain’t gotta be shy around me, baby.” He soothed, each false word filled with promise of security, as he continued. “If you don’t wanna play, you don’t gotta, bubba,” he smiled, a dangerous, wicked fake smile that achieved its goal of deception. That sweet, kind daddy with big tits having easily pulled Quaxly into his hypnotic ruse. Oh yeah. Daddy got Quaxly wrapped around his finger.

The duck boy is apprehensive at first, but finding himself quickly lured into the bait, having been swayed with sweet nothings as easily as naïve boy could be.

“Who’s a good boy?” Daddy Dirge cooed. “Are you a good boy? ♡”

Quaxly looked down, fidgeting with his feathers as he heard the magic words that disarmed him. “Yes sir,” he murmured, just above a whisper.

“Say ‘yes Daddy’”. Skeledirge instructed, pushing more stimulation out to the abashed cub.

“Yes daddy,” Quaxly whispered, his cute little voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of two cubs running and shouting in nothing but their undies.

“Good boy. See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it, sweetheart? ♡” Daddy Dirge affirmed, his voice oozing with anticipation. Too easy.

And just like that, the duck was reaching at the hem of his shirt, gingerly pulling upward and off his shoulders, in a fashion as to not ruffle the neat updo that is his stupid little pompadour.

“Veeeery good… ~” Daddy Dirge practically moaned out, soaking in all the naked feathers he could get his perverse eyes on as the boy disrobed in front of him. Watching his blushed cheeks, his nervous little legs as his shorts fall to his little webbies, the timid act of covering his cute blue undies with his wings as he allowed himself to strip… Ohhh, it was making Daddy so wet…

“Guhuhuhu, am I doin’ good, Birdie?” Dirge thought to himself; his conscious intertwined with his familiar. “Yes… Very good. It seems all of that rehearsing has paid off.” Birdie commended, his voice neither proud nor deftly sarcastic; a hollow, empty echo with no perceivable intonation.

“Now get them to take off their underwear. Line them up and suck them off.”

“Yesssssss…” Daddy Dirge hissed in response, his slobbering tongue licking all around his teeth at the mere thought of the idea. He stood up, earning the attention of the cubs around him as he made his towering presence known; the kit and the croc son stopping in their tracks as Daddy Dirge spoke up.

“Now, the next part is where you boys line up!” He ordered, lurching forward with purpose; making sure his backside was faced towards the boys as he took his claws and grabbed the waistband of his pants, tail raised in an eye-catching maneuver to slip them downwards in one swift motion, allowing his asscheeks to cascade out of the fabric and reveal with a hefty bounce, his enormous fat butt.

Sprigatito and Quaxly’s eyes widen at the display, their mouths agape as two full, bare cheeks clad in red scales fill their peripheral. Fuecoco, having seen this sight many times before, is quick to comply to Daddy’s demands of forming a line.

“This is where it gets really fun!” Fuecoco chirped, positioning himself at the side of the bed as he stood, little claws at his waists in eager anticipation of dropping his undies for playtime.

Daddy Dirge tilted his head, looking back at the kit and the duck, their eyes still poised onto papa’s enormous fat mounds. He flashes a wicked grin, eyes furrowed in lewd fashion as he shimmies out of the wear of his pants, shaking and wobbling his asscheeks with no other intent but to rouse cute little boners in the undies of the boys he presented himself to; pants falling to the floor as he reaches back, grabbing his cheeks, lifting them up, slowly, as to draw every last ounce of attention to his center; and then letting the weight of gravity drop his wobbly butt into a mesmerizing bounce.

Both Sprigatito and Quaxly felt the space in their undies begin to tighten as they took in the sight of such a sexy, muscular daddy, and his fat bubble butt that glistened, a drop of sweat adding to the visually pleasing tactile view of his scaled behind; so wobbly and bouncy that it was hard to look away, stirring up an unknown feeling within the boys, a feeling that Fuecoco learned one on one with his papa, a feeling of excitement. A feeling of being enticed, by a delectable, savory treat; but this time, it’s not a gummy candy or a lollipop… This was a different type of enticing feeling, one that made the boys feel shy yet dangerously excited; uneasy, but awakening a new conscious of what happens between your legs when you see someone you really, really, really like.

“Come on, guys! It’s time to line up!” Fuecoco cheered, ready to get started, gesturing to the empty space annexed to his girthy presence. Man, Fuecoco was one fat little bitch.

Sprigatito blinked idly before registering the command. He had been so preoccupied staring at Daddy’s butt that he nearly zoned out, almost finding himself drooling with his mouth agape at the sight of such a manly, thick ass! “Oh! Okay!” He said, excited energy coming to fruition once more. “Line up! Line up!” Pouncing on over to Fuecoco, oblivious to the fact that he’s about to get the first peepee suckin’ of his life; mind still caught up on the stipulations of the ‘game’ to make note of the clear bulge outlining the front of his undies.

Quaxly remained stationary, still covering his crotch with his wings, a shy boner just out of display; quickly looking away when Daddy Dirge’s eyes meet his.

“Go on ahead, sweetie~♡” Daddy Dirge encouraged, his cloying words willing any skittish boy into his thrall, bathing in the blushed cub’s reaction as he ends his perverse charm with a wink, a smile, and a subtle jiggle to his butt.

Quaxly waddled over to the remaining empty spot next to his two friends, wings still obscuring his vulnerability as he took his place, blushed eyes glancing over at his friends, who bounce in place with apparent excitement.

Daddy Dirge licked his lips and rubbed his hands together maniacally, just out of view before turning to the three boys, his full naked body coming into view. His fat milky jugs, his muscular physique, his thick massive thighs that could crush Watmel Berries, and most eye catching to the boys; his juicy, puffy vulva; a raging clit making its presence known just between his lips.

For Daddy Dirge, these boys were irresistible.

Fuecoco turned to his cohorts, pointing a claw in the general direction of his daddy’s crotch, spryly bringing to attention what the boys had been thinking. “My daddy has special parts!” He exclaimed, prideful in the knowledge that most cubs are forbode; beaming as he shares super-secret big boy things, things that only adults should know!

“His private parts are really special, and we get to play with it!” Fuecoco exclaimed, grinning wildly. “Grown-ups play with each other like this all the time, but daddy lets me play this game as a secret!” He continued, followed by a giggle. “Isn’t that cool?”

Sprigatito, dazed with newfound sexual feelings, found himself in both shock and awe at the display, and at how casual his friend was able to explain in such a blasé way; if this was something cool and secret that only big boys get to do, then Sprigatito was ecstatic to become a big boy!

“Yusss, that’s right!” Daddy Dirge added, now slowly lowering to his knees as to level himself with the cubs, but also getting on his knees to get in position for some good SUCKIN’!

“All you gots ta do now is slide those cute little undies off! Then the real fun starts!”

“Yaaaay!” Fuecoco cheered, jauntily dropping his undies with no further instructions. And there, out in the open, was his cute little penis, resting just above his fat little balls.

“Just like that, see!” Daddy Dirge affirmed, followed by a hearty laugh, gesturing to his son with a look filled with both utter perversion and fatherly pride. Sprigatito found himself grinning widely at the display, eyes glistening with wonder as he saw another naked cub for the first time! Curiosity coursing through his little body, the kit wasted no time reaching at his undies, and shimmying out of his little briefs, letting his boyhood spring free, proud to have his little nub exposed for his friends and daddy to see.

“Look at me! I’m a big boy! I’m the biggest boy! Yup! I’m the best!” He giggled, hands to his hips as he bounced up and down from his position, his little wiener springing up and down with every step. And fuck, did the sight of it drive Daddy CRAZY.

Fuecoco tilts his head to gaze curiously at his friend’s boyhood, instinctively ready to challenge his peers at any chance possible. “Nuh uh! I’m bigger!” He teased, closing the space between the two and bringing his pecker close to the kit’s own, eager to compare.

“Guhuhuh, settle down, boys! You’re both big boys, yes you are! You’ll all get a turn, don’t you worry!” Daddy Dirge said, face ablaze with raw desire as his tongue involuntarily found itself dripping, aching for a taste, gazing hungrily at the two boys and their cute lil’ inchers.

Daddy’s eyes glance over at Quaxly, who had remained silent, still looking away with coy shame, covering his unmentionables; his nervousness palpable.

“Ohhhh Quaaaaxly~” Daddy Dirge began, his voice now shushed in that particular way as to soothe the fragile vulnerabilities of shy duck boys who are nervous about getting their lil’ peepees sucked and touched for the first time.

“Do you wanna show us your peepee?” Daddy Dirge inquired slyly, with just enough of that faux-sweetness in his growl as to ease the boy’s uncertainty; his eager gaze now fixed on the cub’s privates.

“U-Umm,” Quaxly hiccupped, stuttering nervously as he took a moment to find his voice, each indecisive noise getting caught in his little throat.

“Come on, Quax! This is the part where we become big boys!” Sprigatito chimed in, looking up from his peepee comparing challenge, his face equally as flushed, but spry and curious at the same time, with Fuecoco joining in, the unashamed brashness spreading its infectious morale. “You wanna be a big boy, don’t you?!”

Quaxly hesitates for a moment, lowering his wings from his crotch, looking down and seeing a bulging tent in his undies, the glimpses of curious eyes placing a spotlight of shame upon him; knees wobbling with the confused feelings of arousal.

“Um, um, ummm,” Quaxly started, placing a wing up to his beak, his face still flustered, yet now upturned to a quizzical look as his eyes hone in on something in the room that the other boys had been oblivious to this entire time. Daddy Dirge could tell what Quaxly was about to inquire, but the boy shuffled nervously, hesitant to speak up as if he could not find the right words to formulate what he wanted to say.

“What is it, baby?” Daddy crooned, smiling down at the cub with a sidelong glance.

Quaxly, still choked up on confused feelings and unsure words, tries to squeak out something, but found himself unable to articulate himself; and instead points a single feathered digit, the direction of his gesture catching the eyes of the kit and the croc.

“Oh!” Daddy Dirge chuckled, a knowing smile creeping across his face as the boys look in the direction of where Quaxly was pointing; the very tip of papa’s snout; there, perched, a bird.

“That’s Birdie!” Fuecoco blurted out, before his daddy could explain for himself.

“Birdie?” Sprigatito asked, tilting his head and holding a paw up to his mouth, attention now shifted towards the elephant in the room, or rather, the bird in the room, which had been present yet not a subject of discussion for any of the boys; yet one that weighed heavy on Quaxly’s mind from the beginning, and one that was a normal everyday sight for little Fuecoco.

“Huhuhu, yes, this is Birdie! He’s muh pet! Don’t mind him no business, he just likes to hang around!” Daddy Dirge chuckled in jest, having had this discussion in the past, not at all perturbed in the slightest at the entity being pointed out.

“U-Um, i-it makes me shy if he watches…” Quaxly squeaked, rubbing his feet together anxiously, the presence of the animal without any notice having him feel suddenly self-conscious, as if it were not just his friends and Daddy Dirge present in the room, but perhaps another Pokémon, silently watching, perdu; without anyone’s scrutiny.

Fuecoco is quick to dispel Quaxly’s worries. “It’s okay! Birdie watches me and Daddy play all the time! He’s not actually a real bird!” The boy giggled, utterly oblivious, as well as the rest of the populous of this world, to what the true nature of such an entity is.

“That’s right, boy, Birdie ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ fella I found one day! I keep ‘im as a pet now! He ain’t gon’ watch us! Guhuhuh! Lil’ guy ain’t got a brain, I tell you!”

And upon hearing the explanation, Sprigatito’s and Quaxly’s attentions are immediately quelled at the revelation and pay no mind to the bird, as pets in this world are typically unintelligent, lesser beings; not sentient enough to be considered Pokémon in their own right and are usually inanimate objects. Birdie is just a flaming ball of light. It has no emotions or feelings.

Or so, that is what Mr. Skeledirge leads everybody to believe.

“Tweet tweet, motherfucker.”

Daddy Dirge laughed, at nothing in particular, as Fuecoco and Sprigatito giggle and shift their attention back to the game, flaunting their little peepees in preparation for what comes next.

“O-Oh… Okay then… I-If you say so…!” Quaxly murmured, still abashed and fidgety at the situation at hand, his tent still beckoning to set his boyhood free.

“Do you need a little bit of help, sweetie?” Daddy Dirge asked, his voice, sweet like honey, as to coax the innocence out of the boy. Quaxly looked up at daddy, his blue eyes nervously shifting every so often as he found it hard to make eye contact with such an attractive dad! Quaxly almost wished that his dad was as big and funny as Mr. Skeledirge.

“Mm…” Quaxly pondered for a moment, eyes glued to the floor as he pretended to be lost in thought, but before he could respond proper, Daddy Dirge had already insistently placed his hands at the sides of the boy’s waist, eliciting a soft gasp from the duck; yet the boy does not pull away in protest.

The kit and the croc glance over, eyes widening as they were about to see their friend’s peepee, too!

“Yes, pull it down, do it slowly. Soak it in. You know it makes you so desperately horny, watching them squirm in your hands.”

Daddy Dirge’s eyes started to swirl again, drool trickling down his chin as he began to strip the duck boy’s undies off; wicked eyes laser focused on that massive tent, it was like opening up a present, ohh, and it was so exhilarating, Birdie’s commentary further adding to the eroticism of the moment and papa could only grin his slutty perverted grin, growing hotter and wetter with every inch of bare feather exposed until *FWAP!*

A spry, young boner sprung forth from Quaxly’s undies and bounced against his cute little tummy with a satisfying thud, the springy erection throbbing and pulsing as the boy could only clench his eyes in the shame of exposing his nudity, all for his friends and especially for Daddy to see!

“Wow, Quax, you’re really big!” Sprigatito cried out, looking down at his own pecker in amusement. “Really big!” Fuecoco mused, a playful innocence in manner to them what is all a game; but for Daddy, is the most luxuriously perverse and demented delight a filthy fucking man could get to experience.

Oh my gosh. It’s so big. And by big… Big as in a good 1 ½ inches or so.

But it really isn’t about that at all; for a cub, it’s not about the inches or the girth. It’s about their cute little faces when you milk the drygasm out of them. It’s about their squeals and squeaks when you slobber all over their little one-inchers and make them call you “Daddy”. It's about being a filthy fucking pervert and letting inexplicable entities squeeze your brain of any coherent thoughts and manipulating you into nothing but a fetid, sex driven monster fueled by wicked lust that drives you insane with depravity… It’s about… It’s about…

Daddy Dirge slid the undies off the duck boy’s quivering legs, and held it in his claws; processing the piece of fabric in his hands, oh, little Quaxly’s undies, so small and cute… It’s about… It’s about… It’s about…

“Sniff it.”

Birdie commanded, and Dirge followed.

Daddy Dirge could not take it anymore. “SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF! ♡♡♡” Holding it up to his snout and huffing deep and hard, inhaling all that he could, that intoxicating, luxurious scent of a sweet, cute little duck boy, oh, oh fuck, it was so… So… GOOD!  INTOXICATING, EVEN!!!

The cubs could only watch with amaze, confusion, shock, and awe, as daddy was sniffing their undies!

“Oh yes… YES! ♡”  Daddy Dirge nearly yelled out, wet beginning to slide down his inner thigh as he groaned, huffing that addictive scent, his brain filled with the natural musk of a nervous little cub. Oh, he could practically SMELL the fear on this piece of fabric, and it drove him wild. It drove him fucking NUTS.

“Yes, sniff it, you fucking freak! You like that? You like sniffing cub undies, you little fuck? You dirty, dirty fucking whore. Keep sniffing it. You know this is what you want. You know you want to suck those little boys so bad. What’s stopping you?”

Some sort of primal instinct awakened in Skeledirge; seeing three cute little cubs with their cocks out, sniffing their undies, seeing just how cute and nervous they are… Oh, Daddy wants them so bad… So, so bad… Grrrrowrf!

“You’ve already gone this far. You’ve already plunged so deep into the depths. Nothing is stopping you now, beast. You vile, vile fucking beast.”

Quaxly quivered nervously, unsure of how to process it, but he could tell Daddy was really enjoying himself! Fuecoco and Sprigatito, watching with curiosity, truly had no idea just how much Daddy was enjoying it!

“Is this a part of the game?” Sprigatito asked, eyes still fixated on Daddy literally going batshit fucking insane in front of their very eyes, yet utterly unaware of what is to follow immediately after.

“Yeah! Daddy plays with my undies all the time!”

Guhuhuhuuuu… Oh yes… Oh YES! I can’t hold it any more! Ohohoh, you lil’ cubs are so cute… So… SEXY! Grrrhf… Snnarrrlll… Oohohoh, Birdie, I can’t take it no more! I just wanna… GRRHWOWRL!

Intense, primordial lust began to erupt within Skeledirge, the threshold containing his mind controlled rage about to tip and send him off the edge. A man can only keep his composure for so long; that is, until he finds himself naked in the presence of three, flustered little cubs, with their cute little peckers, their cute, delicious little peckers, ohh, how much he wants to suck them and ride them make them moan and cum and fuck his ass, his mouth, his pussy, to be called a whore, to be called a slut, to be called every dirty word imaginable. It was all too much.

Skeledirge found himself shaking with utter arousal. Birdie was right, I’m a vile, vile beast…! Ooh, I’m such a dirty fucker! Oh! OH! OH!!! SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!

“The chains that bind you are no longer.”

Birdie sat motionless on the tip of Skeledirge’s snout. Nobody knew that it was he who was responsible for the beast to be unleashed.

“Go forth. Lose yourself unto lust.” Birdie’s voice echoed, Daddy Dirge finding himself unable to fight back. To resist. It was all so pleasurable to do as Birdie says. To be the punching bag, the recipient of all these words. These words, these nasty nasty words that were so true that when Birdie said them, it only incited Skeledirge to act upon them and prove that it was true! That he really was what Birdie said he was! It drove him mad, but in a GOOD way! In a way that made him let loose, a raging demon filled with nothing but primitive lust; to be bred and fucked and made into a filthy fuckhole for cubs near and far to use his body, his stupid fucking whore body… Yes Birdie, say it, say it to me… SAY IT TO ME!!!

“Do it,” Birdie commanded.

Time froze in place between Birdie’s next words, and thus hell unleashed in one fetid breath.


“ You filthy, fucking faggot pedophile.”

Daddy Dirge’s eyes rolled up, his tongue rolling out, having completely lost it. Unimaginable pleasure coursed through his veins, any coherent thought of his fizzling out in the dark pursuit of unleashed, primal pleasure his physical vessel could allow him. The highest, most divine greed of sick, twisted lust. He could do nothing as his sanity dissolved away into lust, becoming utterly and completely intoxicated with the most obscene, vile, fucked-up desire to ever grace his feeble conscious. No longer able to comprehend, unable to answer to his own whims. It was over. Completely over. He was fucked. Completely fucked. His body relaxed, every muscle fiber, surrendered, the pitiful excuse that he calls a brain now thrown into the deepest, darkest pits of depravity, never to return.

Skeledirge, the Singer Pokémon.

Welcome to the mind fxxk.



“Daddy, are you okay?” Little Fuecoco asked, a shy claw up to his mouth as he stared at his daddy, who seemed a bit preoccupied.

Daddy Dirge simply dropped the pair of undies that remained suspended in his claw, and turned to his cubs, an ominous shadow cast across his face; eyes glazed over, a dark, malicious grin baring hungry teeth, as he spoke, his voice huskier than normal.

“Guhhhhhhh… uhuhuhuhuhuhh… ♡ Yessssss…” He responded, absentmindedly, his voice a low, horrid beastly growl; then in a strange voice, a sing song tone rose up within his monsterish voice.

“YES! More than okay!!! AMAZING, EVEN!” He barked, a jarring shift in tone as he snarled after finishing his sentence; his demeanor now manic, desperate for cock, for these cute lil cubs to fuck his mouth hole. To fuck his pussy, to fuck his ass. His face felt like it was on fire. Perhaps literally, even, as his tongue, like a prehensile tendril, escaped from the confines of his jaws and swiveled around wildly as fire erupted from his nostrils, lapping up and slurping with a fiendish craving for little cub cock.

Sprigatito and Quaxly could only look in bewilderment, having bare witnessed to Fuecoco’s papa acting strange… I-Is this a part of the game…? Is this how adults act when we’re at school…?

“Oh! Okay! This is my favorite part!” Fuecoco giggled, unaware to the aghast astonishment of his little friends, who found themselves quivering, both unbelievably frightened but oh so unbelievably aroused if their peepee is any proof of just how thrilling the display of watching a huge, manly daddy with his sharp teeth, glowing eyes, and big boobies! And big tongue, too!

 “Are you gonna do the sucky part now, papa?” Fuecoco asked, riling the attention of the kit and the duck, who looked over at the little croc boy, the connotations of his words leaving little to their imagination.

“T-The… S-Sucky part…?” Quaxly stammered, glancing at Sprigatito, who seemed joyous to participate in whatever suckies are! Daddy gives suckies to little Fuecoco every night!!!

“I want the sucky! I want the sucky!” Sprigatito cheered, eager to begin his initiation as a big boy! And as he chirped and bounced around, ready to play, his cute little peener bounced up and down, up and down. Up. And. Down. Target Acquired.

“Yessss, YES! YES!!!!!! I’ll suck you! I’ll suck every last one of you little fuckers! I’m gonna suck all yer little dicks!!! C’MHERE YOU LITTLE SHITS! ♡” Daddy Dirge snarled, drawing his claws and lunging at the young kit before he even had time to react. Fuecoco squealed and watched as his daddy grabbed little Sprigatito by the waist, the boy shuddering in his grasp, gasping out as the man proceeded to perform the sloppiest fucking nasty blowjob a cub could ever fucking get, even nastier than the usual sloppy he gives to his own son!

“SHLRP! SHCHLORP! SHHLLLP!”

The kit shivered with mirth, feeling the intense sensation of his little pecker getting blown hard and long. Sloppy, hot licks molested his crotch, fondling his balls and coiling around his hard, throbbing inch, finding himself unable to help himself, mewling out in ecstasy as Daddy played this ‘adult game’ with him… It felt weird, but good… Daddy was doing so good!

“A-A—ahh…!” Spriggy moaned, his voice quivering and his eyes clenching in bliss.

“Look how much fun this is, Quax!” Fuecoco said to the duck boy, who was watching the slopjob with a quivering beak… Quaxly had never seen such an act before! But why was it making him feel… funny? And why did he want Daddy to do it to him, too?

“Mmh… MMH… MMHHGH!!! SHRLOP!” Daddy Dirge moaned, a deep baritone buzz warming Sprigatito’s little cock as he continued to lick and lap up every delicious flavor that kit had to offer, before popping off with a satisfying *SCHLOP*, a strand of warm saliva connecting between his sloppy crocodilian mouth, and Sprigatito’s trembling little weenie, leaving the kit huffing and panting, his small legs shaking from the pleasure.

“Snarrrl… Huff… HUFF… ♡ Who’s NEXT?! ♡” Daddy Dirge growled, his eyes aflame, glaring at the virgin cubs like a predator ready to strike. A real predator. Fuecoco couldn’t help but giggle and laugh at Sprigatito’s reaction to being sucked by his daddy… And he wanted to see how Quaxly reacts, too!!!

“Do Quaxly! Do Quaxly!” Fuecoco cheered, extolling his daddy to utterly RAVAGE that poor little duck.

And daddy did just that.

“H-Huh? U-um, I..!” Quaxly could not even finish his sentence before he found his little pecker gobbled up by daddy croc’s greedy, hungry mouth. “A-Ah! Ahnn! Eep!”

“MMPH!!! MMH!” Daddy sucked and sucked, using his long, skillful tongue to defile the virgin boyhood before him, bobbing his head up and down, sending pump after pump of pleasure throughout Quaxly’s tiny body; absolutely snatching the virginity out of the poor boy… But it felt so good! It felt really good to have daddy play with my peepee this way!

Sprigatito watched as his wet little nub throbbed, desperate for more suckies, envious of the slopjob that his duck friend was receiving. “So this is the type of games grown-ups play?!” Sprigatito asked, turning to little Fuecoco, who seemed to be enjoying the sight of his daddy being a pervert. “Yup! And daddy does more than just suckies, too!”

“SLLLLLLRP!” Daddy Dirge let off of Quaxly’s wet little pecker with a sloppy, slow lick, looking up with wild eyes to admire the sight of the boy moaning, gasping for more, his anxious little duck legs nearly failing to support himself.

“Did that feel good, baby?! Hmm~?!  Do you want more?!? I CAN GIVE YOU MORE!!! ♡” Daddy purred, wicked perverse lust raspy in his voice as he spoke, eyes darting to his next victim between every breath. Quaxly simply whimpered in response, a little scared but oh so turned on at how eager Daddy was to suck him in such an intimate way… So forbidden, but so fun, too!

“Yes, suck those little dicks, fag. You’re already so wet, aren’t you?” Birdie said, his voice not in a mocking tone in the slightest, yet just patronizing enough to lull Dirge’s brainless drone state deeper into a pleasured frenzy of pure depravity.

“Do it again! Do it again!” Sprigatito giggled, eager for more sloppy. “No, it’s my turn now!” Fuecoco pouted, clearly having forgot his little lesson on sharing from much earlier. “No, me! You get to play this all the time, it’s not fair!” Sprigatito fired back at the croc boy, puffing out his red cheeks.

“There there, boys! There’s plenty of me to go around! Plenty of my big, slutty, slutty body! My big, fat nasty fucking whore body!!!” Daddy Dirge said, in the most crass way possible, as to affirm each and every adjective Birdie used to describe him; all whilst shaking his ass on all fours, those fat red sweaty wobbly mounds tantalizing the peepees of the boys who were caught in its hypnotic sway. “I CAN SUCK ALL OF YA AT ONCE! I’LL SUCK THOSE PRETTY LIL’ COCKS, YES I WILL!!!”

Sprigatito and Fuecoco pause their quarrel at Daddy’s lewd remarks, and their grins widen to exuberant smiles—whereas Quaxly stands meekly at the mercy of this crocodile, in every way; despite being a water type, it turns out that even on little Quaxly, Daddy’s suckies are SUPER EFFECTIVE!

Daddy scooped up all the boys with finesse, easy to manhandle them underneath one, strong arm, and drops them on the bed with a choir of giggles as he lays them down, laid next to each other, one by one, and began to drag his wet, sloppy tongue across the three of them, horizontally, all coating their crotches with pleasurable long licks, stopping individual to press a hungry kiss against the tip of each one of their throbbing little peckers. It felt so good, sucking all three of them, like some kind of dick sandwich, reveling in the squeaks, the moans, the giggles every time he’d take his big strong hands and spread those weak little legs and diving face first into the boy’s crotch, licking and slurping and lapping up, making sure that those little nubs are well wetted and sucked from base to tip. SLURP!

“Ahahaha! Daddy, it tickles! Ehehehe, ahahaha!” Fuecoco tittered, his little legs flailing as daddy suckled his tip tenderly, whilst daddy’s hands were occupied jerking the two cubs next to him. “MMPH! Yusss, boy! Daddy loves suckin’ yer cock!” He said as he let off his son’s pecker, before leaning down and licking, kissing and swiveling his skillful tongue around the base of that little throbbing nub, just to hear his son let out a shy, yet pleasured squeal, and to feel his boddy shudder under the immense pleasure.

“I love suckin’ YER cock too, ya lil’ cutie!” Daddy Dirge cooed as he moved his head in between Quaxly’s anxious legs, giving tender, loving licks, up and down, that tongue circling around the boy’s shy little peener, his manly claws making sure to give equal divided attention to any free cocks his maw wasn’t sucking on, gingerly stroking his son and Sprigatito’s pulsing lengths between his fingers as he continued to worship and pleasure the young cocks that he loved so much with his mouth, his hands, and soon, his ass and pussy!

“A-Ahh! Um, ahhh!” Quaxly could do nothing but lay frozen, surrendering his vulnerable little body to be sucked and pleasured. It was all so exciting and fun and new, and he loved when Daddy would call him “cutie”! He loved when daddy licked the tip, when daddy kissed it and lovingly nudged his inner thigh with the tip of his snout, caressing him in such a fatherly way that he wished he was Fuecoco’s brother so that he could get suckies every night, too!

“AND YER CUTE LIL’ COCK TOO!!! ALL YER LIL’ COCKS!” Daddy growled, every time his gruff snarls sending shivers down the boy’s spines, feeling his pussy grow wetter and wetter at the symphony of boyish moans around him, eager to milk even more of those cute little mewls from his cubs, diving between Sprigatito’s legs and gobbling his little kitty peepee up with ease. “HOM NOMNOMNOM!” He teased, peppering the kit’s pecker with little kisses, each up and down the base of the cat’s boyhood, swirling his tongue and making quick paced circles at the head of that throbbing inch, just to praise and spoil his delectable little cub with the most masterful sloppy a dirty fucking pervert can give.

Such lucky little cubs!

“Keep going, slut! Don’t stop now! Let them fuck your nasty fucking cunt! Let them breed you like the bitch you are!”

Birdie’s demands grew more intense, that mind-melting lust taking over the crocodile man’s body like an instinct, and instinct to fucking suck cubs ‘til they’re nice and wet and an instinct to spread his pussy and asshole to let young boys plap him hard, so hard until he can’t take it no more!!!

“You boys are SO CUTE! So SEXY!” Daddy Dirge proclaimed with great confidence. It certainly was true. He really DID think these boys were cute n’ sexy! And now, he wanted them to FUCK HIM!

“C’mhere you little bastards! Come fuck daddy’s pussy! Come fuck this pussy and one of you lil’ fuckers fuck my ass while I suck one of ya hard n’ good!”

“That’s it. Say it like you mean it.” Birdie commented, thoroughly enjoying just how much this man had become the truly violent beast he had suppressed for so long.

“FUCK MY PUSS, BOYS! COME FUCK IT!” Daddy Dirge practically roared, tumbling on to the bed and laying on his back, spreading his massive thighs to expose his sopping wet pussy, wet already pooling at his asscrack; using a rogue claw to push his asscheek aside and reveal to the boys his twitching asshole, its purple hue matching the color of his nipples and tongue.

Fuecoco leaped up, already thrilled to take his pick. “Suckies!” he yelled out, crawling up the bed and sidling next to Daddy’s head, his tongue already out and slobbering; as if it had a will of it’s own, ready to occupy the suck department to any needy boycocks. “Suckies are my favorite!” The little croc son exclaimed with great knowledge of sex acts, already taking his little wet throbbing peepee in his claw and bringing it up to daddy’s mouth, whom readily accepts the veteran penis into his gaping maw once more.

And as Daddy Dirge began to suckle his son’s length as he has done many nights before, he glanced down at the two other boys still laying there, stunned by the erotic display. It was so hot and so horny and it looked so sexy, the way daddy’s booty was so big and round, and that it looked fun to touch, and his private parts looked so glossy and soft, it made the boy’s penises quiver at the sight! They wanted to touch daddy’s private parts! They wanted to be big boys!!!

“Which one o’ you fuckers wanna fuck my asshole? Hmm~!? How about you, baby?” Daddy Dirge said, naughty grin and filthy eyes poised towards Quaxly, who was still in a prone position, his little dick sticking up and begging for more of those adult-feel-good sensations!

“M-Me…?” Quaxly breathed out, still panting from the erotic thrill of being suckied moments earlier.

Sprigatito, however, is quick to take up the offer, and leaps up with boundless energy. “Me! I want to!” He chimed, pouncing over between Daddy’s legs, and admiring the sight before him.

The kit’s wiener twitched at the sight of the croc daddy’s tight pucker. It was the first time he’d ever seen a man with such a big butt, and he was even more excited to play with a manly butt of Daddy Dirge’s caliber!

“Wow, it’s so big!” Sprigatito said, eyes gleaming with curiosity and newfound playful lust. Daddy, who was too busy choking on little Fuecoco’s pecker to praise the boy for his astute observation, simply responds by using an unoccupied hand and giving his asscheek a firm smack, just to give the boy the luxury of watching it jiggle and wobble in front of him.

“A-Ahh, it, feels really good when you—ah, put your peepee in it!” Fuecoco said between pleasured gasps to his friend, Sprigatito, who was already rubbing his tricky little paws across the plush scales of daddy’s butt. “Really?!” the kit asked, eyes on the prize as he got into place to curiously prod his spry erection at daddy’s entrance.

“Mmm… Mmmph! Mm!” Daddy groaned and moaned, his mouth full of cub cock as he beckoned for the kit to plunge that wet lil’ fucker into his butthole. And without much thought, Sprigatito slid his peener inbetween daddy’s thick scalie cheeks and felt papa’s hole tighten around his length, gripping his peepee and urging him to thrust!

“MMPH!” Daddy bellowed, mouthful of his son’s cock as he responded, eyes rolling as he reveled in the sensation of having his butt fucked by a curious, eager cub!

Quaxly sat, his poor little peepee wanting in on the action, but utterly too shy to speak up, until Daddy lets off of Fuecoco for just a moment, only to put on that fake, kind dad-like voice that tempts the duck boy so; like a siren’s hymns luring a foolish sailor into her thrall.

“Quaaaxly, baby booooy~” Daddy’s sweet voice hummed as he jerked Fuecoco’s cock. “I have a special spot for youuuuu~” He growled, that sickeningly sweet voice of perverse lust having a monstrous tone to it; for the line between daddy… and predator were blurred far too much for any cub to tell the difference! “I want you to—Unf, fuck my pussy, cutie♡” Daddy slobbered, reaching down with his other hand and spreading his lips, teasing a finger around his clit in rhythm as the kit just underneath pumps him in the ass.

Upon hearing the word “cutie” uttered, Quaxly felt his little weenie throb hard, hard with an irresistible need that he never knew possible… He was so shy, but daddy was showing him his private areas! And it looked so fun to play with, it looked like Fuecoco and Sprigatito were having so much fun playing with daddy like this!

“Grrrrrrrrrrrowrf!!! ♡” Daddy snarled once more, that spine-shivering shrill being all that little Quaxly needed to skittishly hobble over, climbing on daddy’s tummy, and position himself, legs splayed as papa helps him into place.

Sprigatito got front row tickets to watching how Quaxly plays with daddy’s privates! His face was flushed with lewd curiosity, and Fuecoco was eager to watch, too!

“U-Um, um,” Quaxly began, finding his legs wrapping around daddy’s, shy at the close proximity position of the kit just beneath him, still mewling and mrowling at the sensations of daddy’s ass jiggling and bouncing against his little cute kitty peener!

“Thaaaat’s it boy… Thaaaat’s it…!” The daddy-like façade quickly melting away, revealing the lust ridden beast that lie beneath. “Shove it in… SHOVE THAT CUTE LIL PECKER IN MY PUSS, CUTIE!!! ♡” Daddy Dirge practically roared, bucking his own hips forward as to urge Quaxly’s throbbing length to be swallowed up by daddy’s hungry pussylips, easily spreading and constricting around the boy’s length as Daddy’s legs quivered, raised in the air as he was put in full matting press position!

“YES! FUCK MY PUSSY, BABY! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY MOUTH! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!! ♡♡♡”

And so daddy resumed gobbling up his son’s familiar little wiener, whilst a shy duck boy mating pressed his cunt into the mattress, and his asscheeks milking a spry young kitten’s boyhood.

“A-Ah! D-Daddy! Daddy Dirge, i-it feels funny… I-it tickles!” Quaxly squealed and wriggled, his defenseless penis a slave to papa’s pussy, the pleasure making his little nuts throb with eager release.

“It feels so good! It feels good, Daddy!” The kitten mewled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as papa’s cheeks jiggled and wobbled every time the duck boy’s pecker thrust in, pussy throbbing in tandem with his taut hole puckering against the wet nub, that wet glorious nub that only a kit could give, that amazing fucking cute ducky cock that’s breeding his manpussy, that sexy, sexy son of his that loves to get his chubby little peepee slobbered and pleasured, every day, every night, all the time! “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

A symphony of sweet little moans filled the room, sounds of sex and wet plaps against fleshy scales, daddy’s massive round tits jiggling as he’s fucked, fucked in his ass, fucked in his mouth, fucked in his pussy… It… It… IT WAS AMAZING! SO AMAZING!  To have every hole of his filled like the fucktoy he is! A daddy fucktoy for little boys! He loves cub cock… And he loves being a pervert! He loves it! HE LOVES IT!

“OHHHH!!! OHHHHH!!!” Daddy bellowed out, a full blown ahegao strewn across his stupid fucking whore face.

“Repeat after me: I’m a stupid fucking faggot who loves cub cock.”

“I’M A STUPID FUCKING FAGGOT WHO LOVES CUB COCK!!!!!!!!!!!! ♡♡♡” Daddy roared, no further input from Birdie needed. Hell… As if he even NEEDED Birdie!  It didn’t take Birdie to get Daddy Dirge to admit that! To admit that he’s a fucking cub-obsessed pedophile faggot!

“YES… YES!!! YESSSSSSSSS!” Daddy could not help but to hiss with guttural pleasure, his obscenities drown out by the wet slaps of getting his pussy mating pressed by cute lil’ Quaxly, by his asscheeks slapping against little Sprigatito’s cock, by his face getting fucked by his horny little son who he sucks, every day, every night.

“A-Ahhh, d-daddy, i-it’s coming…!” Little Fuecoco cried out, grabbing Daddy’s face and thrusting it into his little crotch. “GLKKKKKKKKK!!!” Daddy is eager to have his face fucked long and hard, by his son, no less!

“M-mrrow! M-My peepee feels funny…!” The kit whined, papa’s greedy dadhole not stopping for a moment, slamming with such powerful and pleasurable force against the little cat’s defenseless crotch.

“U-Uuuu…! D-Daddy…! Daddy!” Quaxly whimpered, a mixture of slick juices coating his virgin penis, the stimulation his dick was receiving almost too much to bare, urging him further and further to his first ever climax.

Daddy’s cunt quivered, feeling his orgasm began to culminate from the combined fucking, the sweet scents, the sounds of virgin boys, the love and pleasure he was able to provide… It was so… SO… FUCKING… GOOD!!! ♡

The pleasure was so overwhelming and so gratifying and so fulfilling for both father and son and his friends, each and every one of them filled with such an intense, sexual lust that only Daddy could give them, so sexy and beautiful and intimate and sensual that raspy cries of virgin boys erupting with pleasure for the first time in their lives filled the room, the sweet musk of love coalescing in this magical bonding moment that only the luckiest cubs could experience so early, a type of primal love and ecstasy so sweet that it can only be described as nothing short of a gift from Arceus himself. It was a priceless moment that Daddy Dirge and his little boys can cherish for the rest of their lives. It was beautiful. It was divine. It was love.

“Cum in me.”

The instructions were clear, Birdie.


“CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”

Then, simultaneously, with a single, powerful stroke, directed by Daddy’s divine, mature body; bestowed for the first time upon two very lucky little cubs, and his own son; orgasms.

Whines of “Daaaaaaaaaddy~! ♡♡♡” echoed through the air as tiny, virgin dicks clenched hard, balls tightening inside of every orifice that Daddy offered to his young; milking the very first dry orgasms out of his son, his kit, his duck. His manly, warm, mature pussy, squirting from the sheer force of the stimulation, growling out, a pure, unfettered cry of delight from the youngins who spilt their boygasm unto daddy’s holes, his hot, throbbing asshole that milked and milked until the kit could not whine any more, his nub fucked and sucked and pumped dry with pleasure, asscheeks smothering and allowing every spurt of bliss to unload out of young cock. Hot, warm maw receiving the load of his son, whom he loves so much, whom he will suck and pleasure and love every day, to his little duck friend, whom he offered the pleasures of his manly, masculine pussy, to be bred by such a shy, sweet baby boy, in an act of selfless altruism of sexual satisfaction and sheer fatherly adoration of his cubs. A true, loving daddy.

A perverted, twisted mindfucked daddy… But a daddy nonetheless.

Daddy Dirge, who had been in the grips of sexual orgasm for the better part of ten minutes at this point, erupted with the most powerful, sexually gratifying orgasm he’d ever had in all his decades. It was a dream come true… To get fucked by three sweet little cubs at once. To get his fat fucking ass, pussy and mouth fucked silly. He couldn’t take it anymore. It drove him insane with utter lust. His head spun with ecstasy and he roared a blissful roar and bucked his hips and felt those throbbing peckers fill every orifice and moaned and groaned and let his orgasm unleash as his baby boys unloaded their orgasms into his daddy fucktoy body.

Torrents of steaming hot orgasm spilled from his trembling cunt, splashing messy squirts of man fluids all across Quaxly’s smooth crotch, messy, wet streams ejaculating out from his pussyhole and down his thighs, pooling at his asshole and dribbling down Sprigatito’s abused cock. He could not have wished for anything more perfect.

…

“Well done.”

 For the first time, and as unbelievable as it may seem… it seemed like Birdie’s intonation had a slight, positive resonance to it. Or perhaps, Skeledirge was caught up in such a sexually satisfied haze, that everything that moment seemed like a dream.



“Oh, my baby boys, my sweet babies…” Daddy mewled, breathing heavily, panting hard and soaking in the post-sex musk that filled his numb mind; a mix of open emotions, of love and pleasure mingling, giving each of them a sense of comfort, a feeling of safety as he absorbed the feeling of his cub’s freshly milked dicks growing limp in his orifices, hot breaths brushing over his sweaty, glistening scales. And finally, when the last little spasm of pleasure had died down, Daddy pulled helped his boys pull out, one by one, each with a satisfying pop as papa nudges them loose from himself; taking a hold of their limp, exhausted bodies, and bringing the three of them close into his embrace.

“I love you, I love you, oh yes I do ~ â™Ș”   Daddy Dirge began to hum; the timpani of his voice, as calm as the ocean waves. He hummed so beautifully that the smallest of shivers would rock through his boys’ flustered, spent bodies, causing them to ease their weary muscles in his hold as the breeze of his warm, breathy hymns brushed over them, reminding them of the tender moment they’d just shared together. Just as warm, he smiled softly, tracing a loving hand over their tender bodies. Embracing his son’s beautiful, red scales, a reflection of his own. The soft, floral green fur of the bashful kit, the pure white feel of the shy duck’s feathers. And he hummed the rest of his song once more, craning his head down, to plant a tender, loving kiss to the forehead of each of the three cubs, each special to him so dearly, as he lay, hazy in a blissful state of post-orgasm high.

…

Birdie lie dormant, unmoving at the base of papa’s snout. It would seem as if it Birdie is just as equally satisfied with the results.

And as daddy hummed his sweet lullaby, that voice, all natural; without Birdie’s throat controlling maneuvers, mind you! He felt one of the restless cubs stirring in his embrace; soon finding a stray kit nudging his breast… Oh, does kitten want some milkies? ♡

And, as naturally as instincts come, little Sprigatito nuzzled up to papa’s nipple, taking the swollen teat into his little mouth, and suckling, as his kitten instincts drive him to do. And papa is joyful to nurse his young, placing his hand on the back of the kit’s head and scratching behind his cute little ears, pleased purrs following suit.

Even the little duck boy, as coy as he may be, took to the opposite cleft, allowing papa’s nipple into his beak, and gingerly pressing down to coax some of daddy’s warm milk. Even little avian boys want milk, too! You are never too old to enjoy father’s breast. Fuecoco lay idly, between the mountainous crevasse that is daddy’s tits, having already drifted soundly into slumber. Daddy runs his hands through Quaxly’s silky pomp, holding both the duck and kit close unto his breast and offering to them his sweet milk, as daddy should.

Daddy Dirge lay, embracing his young in silence, treasuring this moment in time. And in silence, he praises Birdie. There are no thoughts to be had with such a mindmelted drone such as Skeledirge. But what need is there for thoughts? A feeling will suffice. To whether Skeledirge acted upon his bestial urges to his own degree, or if it were the influence of Birdie… it matters not in the end.

Daddy Skeledirge just really loves being a faggot for cubs.





Ding Dong!

“Wha? Huh? Wuzzat?” Skeledirge awoke to the sound of a doorbell, rubbing his eyes as he came to, his voice groggy with the same finesse of a fag who just got all his holes fucked by three cubs.

“Yaaay! Papa’s home!” Sprigatito cried out excitedly, before pausing in front of the door, and turning back towards Mr. Skeledirge. “U-Um, my real papa! Heehee!” he giggled, bouncing in place in front of the door, with little Fuecoco and Quaxly scrambling down the stairs as Mr. Skeledirge slouches off of the living room couch and trudges towards the door, opening to reveal there standing, that damn jester bastard.

“Hi papa!” Sprigatito danced over to his (real) father’s side, and looked up at him, energy aboast.

“Hello, sweetie. Did you get into any trouble while I was gone?” Meowscarada asked, half-heartedly expecting an earnest response.

Sprigatito simply put a paw to his mouth and stifled a giggle as he replied with an innocuous tone. “Maybe!”

The magician peered up at the singer.

“Man, you look like these boys wore you out. Long day?” He jested, clearly amused to see Skeledirge’s groggy disposition.

“Not a thing about it,” he replied with a chuckle. “Them boys are very well behaved.” He said, glancing over at Fuecoco and Quaxly, who were acting innocently enough.

“Huh, color me surprised!” The magician cat snickered, looking down at his kit. “I can hardly manage one—I’d imagine three would just about do me in!”

Sprigatito simply purrs, feigning angelic behavior, as a true bratty little kit does in front of his papa.

“I don’t know how you do it, but you’re a real life saver, you know,” Meowscarada praised, a transparent honesty in his words as he nods his head in respectful gesture towards his crocodilian cohort. “I’ve got to thank you again for watching over the boys while I was out.”

“Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout it, guhuhuh!” Skeledirge responds, hands crossed in that masculine, acceptable manner that people like Meowscarada love to see.

The magician crept forward, leaning towards the singer, his voice hushed as if telling a secret, clear intentions to not let Sprigatito hear.

“You have no idea how much I don’t want my boy around that Quaquaval, let me tell you.” He whispered, his voice serious with disdain. “Ain’t a Snom’s chance in hell I’d ever let that fa—” the magician paused, catching himself about to say something … politically incorrect! Though as much as he wanted to slur without remorse, he instead proverbially backspaces and allows himself a classier way of explaining his detest for disgusting homosexual predators like that dancer duck from down the street.

“I-I’d never let that fruity… duck around my kids, is what I’m trying to say.” He took a step back, his voice now at room level as he shoots an awkward grin, as if asking for the nonverbal approval.

“You understand what I mean, right?!” He said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked down at his boy, whom he would not dare leave under the supervision of such a fellow! Yup! He’d never allow such a horrid man to touch his precious kit!

Never! Not in a million years! There’s no way Meowscarada would ever leave his son with a dirty predator.

“R-Right?” Meowscarada stammered again, eager for the approval of the man he looks up to and praises so much.

The bird aperched Skeledirge’s snout gave Meowscarada a cold, unmoving stare.

Skeledirge simply grins, a knowing smile, nodding in response to the oblivious magician.



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