Father's Day (Gay Pokemon fanfic BANNED from Fanfiction.net)

THE FOLLOWING IS A GAY INCESTUOUS FAN FICTION.

THIS FAN FICTION RECEIVED OVER 7,000 VIEWS AND 300 POSTS ON FANFICTION.NET IN JUNE 2013, WITHIN JUST 24 HOURS. UNFORTUNATELY IT WAS BANNED FROM FANFICTION.COM FOR "PROMOTING ILLEGAL AND UNNATURAL EROTICA".

THE AUTHOR NEVER FINISHED THEIR WORK BEFORE ITS REMOVAL, BUT HERE IS WHAT WAS PUBLISHED.

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 PLEASE NOTE THAT IS IS PURE FAN-FICTION, BASED UPON FICTIONAL CHARACTERS IN A FICTIONAL WORLD.
HOWEVER THIS FICTION CONTAINS HOMOEROTIC, BI-SEXUAL, AND HETEROSEXUAL CONTENT, INCLUDING RAPE AND INCEST, THAT IS OF COURSE NOT APPROPRIATE FOR YOUNG EYES.

REGARDLESS, YOU ARE ADVISED TO READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR OWN VIEWING PLEASURE, THIS CONTENT APPEARS 100% UNEDITED FROM WHAT WAS PUBLISHED ON FANFICTION.NET...THAT HAS NOT BEEN "LOST". THIS IS THE ONLY CONTENT I MANAGED TO SALVAGE. ANYONE WHO HAS THE ENTIRETY OF PART ONE, PLEASE SHARE THIS WITH US!!!

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FATHER'S DAY, PART ONE.


It was a beautiful summer morning, as the sun slowly rose against the pink-hued sky. In the distance of a sprawling lush valley, full of a vast river and small off-shoot streams, beyond the fields of beautiful flowers, lies a peaceful port city. There is a thin haze floating above the city, as the humidity and strong heat engulf the air. Seemingly still asleep, the city appears desolate. On the washed cobblestone streets, a few Glameow can be seen, returning to their homes after nightly hunting. Past a few streets, full of rustic appearing, silver-painted homes with blue tiled roofing, is a quaint little home - where the Canalave City gym leader resides.
 On this morning, Byron, a rugged man, in his early 30s, sits at a pinewood kitchen table. He’s visibly upset about something, as he firmly grips the newspaper with his right hand, and a red coffee mug with the other. In the other room, the living room, a young nerdish boy, his son Roark, is standing in the doorway watching. Roark can see the distress in his father’s face, as he contemplates how to unnerve his father. “What’s wrong daddy?”, asks the boy, as he slowly steps from the aged mauve living room carpeting, to the peeling tepia kitchen tiling. Byron lets loose the grip of his mug, as he turns towards his son, with a grimaced face. “My son”, he solemnly whispers.
  Byron’s off-white a-shirt is drenched with sweat from the morning heat. Some of the sweat has also formed along the crotch of his thin copper, fleece pajama bottoms. Byron tugged at his crotch as he loosened the effect of his genitals sticking to the fleece through the drenching sweat. He turned towards the tall rectangular window to his right, and gazed out at the deep canal. “I want you -”, he paused for a moment. His forehead was lightly covered with sweat, as some began to drip down his stubbled face. “I want you to be calm, my son”, he cooed as he turned towards Roark. The young boy was wearing a short grey t-shirt, that barely stretched past his white briefs. Roark continued to softly approach his father, and then crawled into his lap.
  The boy’s bottom was atop his father’s left leg, as he looked into his father’s eyes, touching his stubbled face with his soft hands. The coarseness of the stubble was noticeable in the fragility of his hands, as he (THIS IS WHERE PART ONE CUTS OFF, SORRY :( )

AGAIN IF YOU HAVE PART 2, FOR THE LOVE OF ARCEUS, SHARE IT WITH US!!!

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FATHER'S DAY, PART TWO (100% UNEDITED, ENTIRE CHAPTER IS HERE!!)

 Roark pulled the blankets from atop his sweat drenched bare chest. “Is something bothering you?”, asked the woman, as she turned towards Roark. “No Fennel, my dear, nothing is wrong”, lied Roark, with a faint smile. He lifted himself upwards, continuing to roll the blankets down - past his groin and legs. His sweaty grey boxer briefs clung tightly to his frame, showing a bulge within. He coughed hoarsely, as he turned to his left side, to place his legs on the floor. “Silly boy”, Funnel wrapped her arms around him, and poked the bulge with her left hand. “You had me here the whole time, eh?”, she kissed him on the right cheek, as he grasped the bulge tightly. “You want a little love?”, she whispered in his ear. Within Roark felt his bulge falter slightly, like a Omanyte returning to its shell.

 “I’ve, I’ve got things to do today”, Roark raised himself from the bed, searching for his trousers. Fennel frowned as he layed there, with her arms drooped over the bed’s edge. Unhappy with her boyfriend’s denial of her request, she pondered within about the urgency of his rising. “What things exactly do you have today?”, she asked firmly. Roark gazed towards the wall with a stare, as he reached down into a yellow basket filled with dirty laundry. “I.. I gotta go to the mines, duh!”, he screeched, trying to hide the fact he had precum within briefs, he had just noticed. It dripped down over his scrotum, revealing itself into the cotton. “I need to work in the mines with Alex, Danny, and the rest”, he grabbed some tan trousers, cargo style, and flung them towards the ground - stepping in with his right foot, then his left. He raised the pants upwards, and turned towards Fennel.

 “Oh my dirty, dirty boy!”, Fennel forced herself off the bed with her arms, face first into Roark’s crotch. She pulled forward, with her mouth open, ready to indulge on his wet bulge. Roark pulled up on the trousers further, and zipped them up. “I need to go now!”, he exclaimed. He buttoned the trousers, and turned and grabbed a yellow shirt, and a tan jacket. “Damnit!”, she whispered in a soft breath of anger. Fennel rolled over, and over, till she got to the end of the bed, and arose to her feet - like a statue. “You’re not going until I get a kiss!”, she snickered. Roark goofed his face, and then pulled down the shirt, and threw on the jacket. Fennel kissed Roark’s lips, as she attempted to snake her tongue within. Denied again by Roark, he clamped his teeth shut, like a door. “What the hell is this?”, Fennel jerked herself back.

“No kiss!!? No sex!? Nothing??!!” Roark walked aside, and headed towards the doorway. Fennel raced forward and blocked him again, opened the top of her coat to reveal her buxom cleavage. She forced the cleavage upwards with her arms, as she forced herself towards Roark’s face again. “Kiss me love!” Roark pushed Fennel aside slightly, as he frustratingly walked through the frame, and towards the kitchen. Passing through the hall, and entering the kitchen, he walked straight to the front door. “Oh. Oh. OOOH!”, Fennel followed after. “You’re not thinking, dreaming. You’re not DREEE-AMING of OTHER women, are you?”, she questioned further, throwing herself before the kitchen door. Roark coughed, and then looked into her eyes and answered, “I promise you, I am not dreaming of any other women, whatsoever”. Roark opened the door, as Fennel moved aside.

 Later that morning, at work in the mines, Roark chipped away at the rocky cavern wall with his pickaxe. Working continuously within the brightly lit mines, the searchlights shined brightly upon his sweaty body. The humidity within the cave was strong, as a summer breeze was channeling the heat further into the caverns. “Roark! Roark, come quick!”, yelled a young man, further down the cavern. “What is it?”, asked Roark, as he jogged lightly towards them. Three young men, two with darker skin, one with light, all in their early 20s, newbies to the job, held firm to a sapphire colored gem within the cavern wall. “We found a sapphire!”, they all exclaimed. “Eh?”, Roark held his headlight closer to the ‘jewel’. “Sorry boys, this ain’t a sapphire, it’s a water stone”, he pulled the stone out with his hands, using little force. “Tha fuck we gonna do with this?”, one of the young men grabbed the stone and chucked it behind his back, as it flew into another cavern wall, chipping and falling to the ground.

Roark returned to his station, and continued working. The day grew longer and hotter, as Roark dozed into a daydream, fantasizing again. It was a cold winter’s evening, and Roark was a teenager, playing alone in the snowy fields. He ran among the fields with his Cranidos, Mr. Butt. Roark tugged on a sleigh, Mr. Butt followed, as the sun set in the distance. There was a forest of birch trees nearby, and some rather mischievous Pokémon within. Some Murkrow lurked from the treetops, as Sneasel fluttered on ground level. “We, we should go home”, Roark turned towards Mr. Butt, as they turned aside from the forest. They walked quickly through the snow, hoping to go unnoticed by the dwellers within the darkness.

A group of Sneasel emerged from the dark, and skittered across the snow with ease. Approaching Roark, they cried, “Sneas-el!”, flicking their claws at him. Roark cried and ran faster, tugging his sleigh with all his might. Mr. Butt ran quickly too, but then turned and attempted to stop them with a Flamethrower. Slightly singed, the Sneasel continued, and some attacked Mr. Butt. Roark screamed loudly with a screechy voice, as he ran faster through the snow drifts. “DADDY! DADDY HELP US!!”, Roark screamed! In the distance a tall silhouette raced through the snow. It was Bastiodon! Atop the mighty beast, Byron held tightly, gripping onto its horned head.

Byron threw down his arm and lifted Roark and Mr. Butt, as Bastiodon unleashed as massive Fire Blast upon the Sneasel swarm. Weakened greatly, they retreated to their woods, as Roark jumped down from atop the Bastiodon to grab his sleigh. “Son, come on!”, Byron roughly commanded. Roark grabbed the sleigh and climbed atop the Bastiodon. He clung tightly to the sled with his left hand, and held around his father’s waist with his right. Mr. Button sat firmly behind Roark. As Bastiodon ran through the snow, Roark could feel the warmth of his father. The love, the bravery, all for him. Roark knew he was lucky to have such a father.


”Roark! Roark!! Wake up!!!”, shouted a male’s voice. Roark lifted his head from above the cavern wall, and looked back at the man yelling. It was another co-worker, a younger man. “You’re sleeping? Can’t you go home for that dude?” Roark looked at his watch, it was 5pm, time for him to go home, for the workday was done. Roark pulled up his jacket and rose from his slouched position against the ground. Standing, he looked down and noticed a wet spot in his trousers again. He had ejaculated in his sleep, for the fondness of his father. “Arghhh!!”, he held his jacket down over his crotch, as he walked down the cavern path, grasping his pickaxe loosely.

Once home, he dropped his equipment to the kitchen floor, and walked to the bathroom. Fennel walked around the corner of the kitchen, watching Roark from his back. “So you’re home late?”, she questioned. It was now 5:13pm, Roark is usually home by 5:10pm. “Whaaa?”, Roark continued to the bathroom, and entered. “Don’t try to hide from me!”, Fennel followed after, pressing against Roark’s back. Roark closed the bathroom door, separating the two of them. He locked the door, and turned towards the counter, as Fennel pounded on the door. “Let me in! You’re hiding something! You’re late! You’re hiding something!”, she shouted. Roark looked into the mirror, at his stubble covered face. His black frame glasses were covered with dust, and some sweat remained on his face.

Looking down at his crotch, he pulled down his trousers, and then his boxer briefs. They were the same ones he wore the night before, with the scent of the morning’s collection, now enhanced further by this new emission. He turned towards some paper towels on the counter, and gripped them as he dabbed his crotch. Dotting some water into them from the sink, he continued, and washed himself. Outside, Fennel continued, “You’re a liar! You’re hiding something!”. Fennel was not very trusting of Roark lately. Her love was strong as ever, but since this morning’s event, she was rather suspicious.

 She questioned whether he dreamt of other women. But she had yet to see this new evidence of something deeper, something more romantic than just the love of another being. No, she had not seen the deep love within. The love that only Byron could bring. Outside the door, she continued pounding and shouting. Within the bathroom, Roark held tightly to his now formed erection, and looked into the mirror and closed his eyes. Lifting his head to the ceiling, he held tightly and then moved his right hand across the penis, and his left into his shirt - holding his soft abdomen hair. “Daddy”, he whispered as he envisioned the feel of his father.

(THIS IS WHERE THE CONTENT ENDED!)

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