The Pikachu household was a lively scene, with Miltank and Oshawott playing to their hearts' content with the seven baby Pikachus. Chuwie, Chupa, Mimi, Paula, Dennis, Vanilla, and Coco were having the time of their lives, squealing with delight as Miltank tossed them in the air and Oshawott caught them with his small arms.
Miltank looked at Oshawott, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I never knew I could love someone else's children so much," she said, her voice filled with warmth.
Oshawott returned her smile, his own voice tinged with wonder. "Me neither, but these little ones have stolen my heart."
Miltank chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're such a softie, Oshawott. I never took you for the babysitting type."
Oshawott feigned a look of innocence. "Well, you're not exactly the rough and tumble type either, Miltank. But these babies bring out the best in us."
As they played, an idea began to form in their minds. Why should they give the babies back to the Pikachus? They could provide a better home and a better life for them.
Miltank was the first to voice the idea. "Why should we give them back to the Pikachus? We could be their real parents."
Oshawott nodded in agreement. "We could give them a better home and a better life than the Pikachus ever could."
But how were they going to make the babies their biological children? Miltank pondered the question, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Oshawott had an answer. "We'll have to put them inside you, Miltank. That way, they'll become a part of you and I can impregnate them with my seed."
Miltank was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed. "Alright, Oshawott. I trust you. Let's do this."
Oshawott carefully pushed the seven babies up Miltank's pussy, one by one, with Miltank saying, "Oh, that feels strange. But also kind of nice."
Once all the babies were inside her, Oshawott began to fuck Miltank passionately. Miltank moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. "Yes, Oshawott. Fuck me harder. I want to feel your cock deep inside me."
Oshawott's cock entered Miltank's womb, where it rubbed, massaged, tickled, and caressed the babies. Miltank could feel the babies moving inside her, their presence a comforting warmth.
Oshawott orgasmed, his semen washing over the babies and altering their DNA. They were now the biological children of Oshawott and Miltank.
Miltank and Oshawott were overjoyed. "We did it, Oshawott. We're their real parents now," Miltank said, her voice filled with happiness.
Oshawott wrapped his arms around Miltank, his voice filled with love. "Yes, we are. And I couldn't be happier."
The two of them continued to play with the babies, their hearts full of love and joy. They were a family now, and nothing could ever change that.
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