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Pokemon Sword and Sheath	By : Scrying Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The two cum-stuffed sluts made their way through the lively streets of Nimbasa. The added heft and shape of their bodies make their already impressive assets jiggle and bounce in an extra alluring way, attracting attention from all around. Hilda pressed her lips together, trying to let it go as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She walked briskly, pressing her thunderous thighs together, only making more noise as she moved.

“Nimbasa’s a big place, we’ll have to take the subway to get around,” Hilda explained.

“Subway?” Rosa asked, “That’s cool. Why doesn’t Castelia have a subway? Or Virbank …”

She pressed her pouty lips together, thinking the idea over, “Come to think of it, wouldn’t a train system connecting all the cities be a good idea?”

“They do, the subway system connects all of Unova. But we don’t need to travel with a bunch of strangers. Plus, it’s better for your training to be out and about,” Hilda replied, “I’d rather not be in a crowded train, that’s what cars are for.”

“Cars cause congestion and take up a lot of space for one person,” Rosa countered.

“Look, if you want to debate public transit, I’m sure Liam’s got another load in his nuts by now. Go milk that out,” Hilda grunted, “For now, let’s get to the nearest Pokémon Centre and check in for the night.

Rosa clicked her tongue against her teeth, “Alright, I need to digest all this cum anyway.”

“Didn’t he put a load in your pussy, you’re lucky you’re not pregnant,” Hilda stated.

“I-U-Ds do wonders!” Rosa grinned back at her cousin, sticking out her tongue. Hilda couldn’t help but smile, letting out a soft laugh.

Once again, the cousins took separate rooms. Hilda was two floors above Rosa, in a nicer room than usual. They had limited options, it seemed, due to the start of the Circuit—dozens, if not hundreds, of trainers vying for their gym badges. The city was alive again, as many across Unova were. Even high above the streets, Hilda could hear crowds below. She could only imagine how lively Castelia City was this evening.

After a shower, Hilda was lounging in the nude, mostly dried off. Her brown hair was still wrapped up in a towel, drying her massive locks. Her belly was almost gone, still a bit swollen, but far smaller than it had been when she and Rosa had arrived in the city. She sat in the swivel chair supplied by the room, her triple-extra-wide, curvy, ultra-soft hips just barely fitting into the seat (and even then, her soft, squishy thighs were pressed against the armrest plastic).

Hilda had her Xtransceiver playing some music whilst she worked on the sketchpad in the room, with a pen bearing the Centre’s logo. Her other hand continued to caress her belly, feeling the surprisingly potent swimmers that Liam had pumped into her still writhing around inside.

Good thing most of that cum went into my guts Hilda thought as she sketched out a Pokémon-type chart I can feel it trying to knock up my stomach lining

She wrote down five words: Servine, Herdier, Riolu, Drilbur, Eevee. She then listed their types.

This team Rosa’s putting together … it’s good, I suppose? Her focus on status conditions and stat buffs, and debuffs is her biggest strength. But only the most technical of trainers go for that stuff. If she wants to survive the early rounds of the tournament, she’ll need strength and better type coverage.

She tapped her pen against the paper a few times, thinking back on her team.

Can I beat her? The thought crossed Hilda’s mind, making the bottom-heavy former trainer shake her head.

“What?” She questioned aloud, like someone else had said it to her, “No, I’m not … I’m not making her team beat it.”

She looked down again at the five Pokémon.

Servine loses to my Emboar; I’ve known that for years. I gave her Riolu … it’ll become a Lucario … and lose to my Musharna. Drilbur? Seismitoad. Herdier’s a normal type, I can do whatever with that. No! No!

She leapt up from the seat, nearly taking it with her as her plump thighs squeezed out from the armrests. She inhaled sharply, rubbing her hands together in a concerted motion.

Have I … have I been guiding Rosa’s team to be one I can beat? She wondered, putting a few fingers on her chin No … I … I wouldn’t. That’d be wrong. Rosa doesn’t want to be the champion. So I’d be doing a good thing taking it off her hands.

Hilda put a hand to her small, bud-like breast, feeling her heart beating under her ribs like a war drum. Her fingers curled against her soft skin. The bottom-heavy former champion dashed forward, grabbing the paper on the notepad, ripping it and the paper below it off in a frantic haste. She tore the paper again and again until it was nothing but scraps, dumping them into the tiny waste basket under the desk. She stared at the paper scraps in the plastic bag in the trash bin for a moment.

The cousins had breakfast at a small shop near the Centre, then made their way towards the southern terminal for the subway system.

“Gear Station,” Hilda declared as they approached the rather impressive-looking building, “We want the green loop line, which runs around to all the stations in Nimbasa. We can head to the northern area of the city and make our way out on Route Six for some training. Your team is nowhere near ready for Elesa yet.”

“Whoa,” Rosa stated, staring up at the impressive, cathedral-like building, “This place is awesome.”

“You know,” Hilda said, placing her hands on her curvy hips, “I heard they’re actually working on a line out to Aspertia.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard something about a train line that way, but I didn’t pay much attention to it,” Rosa shrugged.

Hilda furrowed her brow, shifting her eyes towards her cousin, “What did you even do in that town? You seem to have been a total shut-in from the sounds of it! No wonder Auntie Maeve and my mom arranged this whole mentorship program.”

“Alright, alright, cool it,” Rosa put a hand up, rolling her eyes, “I get it, I was a little slow on the uptick back home. Sorry I didn’t know about the birth, death, and marriage of everyone in town.”

The two cousins moved on towards the building, pushing through the early morning commuters who were making their way to and from the entrance to the station. As they pushed through the crowds, Hilda spotted two men up ahead. They were both dressed in conductor hats, one black, one white, with large coats and gloves. They had white hair under those hats, with large mutton chops on their pale faces.

What are they doing? Hilda wondered.

In front of them was a man who looked to be around Rosa’s age. He was a lean thing, practically sewn into a blue, short-sleeved windbreaker. Athletic gear underneath, Hilda could tell from the sleeves sticking out past the ends of the jacket. Baggy off-white shorts with more athletic wear. A red visor on a bush of shaggy brown hair, not unlike Rosa’s. A large bag on his back. He gestured his arms in frustration, even from the back, Rosa could tell it was a confrontation.

Rosa had spotted it too, pointing over to the trio and getting Hilda’s attention, “What’s going on over there?”

“Trouble,” Hilda replied, “Those are the subway bosses. They don’t normally come to deal with problems directly.”

“Should we go check it out?” Rosa asked, looking at her cousin with a curious face.

Hilda shrugged, “Ehh, why not?”

The slutty cousins made their way over, pushing through the crowds up to where the trio was standing still.

“You’re kicking me out for following your shitty policies? Are you serious!” The man shouted, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Offering female passengers to forgo paying you prize money for sex isn’t our policy, you bastard!” The man in black growled back, “It’s sexual harassment!”

“It’s a free fucking region asshole. And I know there’s groper trains that run on Saturdays that you two albino freaks cover up!” He snapped back, putting a finger in the man in black’s face. He pushed it aside with the back of his palm.

“Oh yeah? Prove it,” The man in black sneered.

“Whoa, whoa, Ingo, Emmet, let’s apply the brakes here,” Hilda said, putting her hands up as she approached, “No need to be boiling over in the early morning rush.”

“Hilda?” Ingo, the one in black said in surprise, “The fuck are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to catch an early morning express,” Hilda replied, “But … I figured I could also see what this little problem is. Not very becoming of the subway bosses to be out screaming at people this early in the day.”

Hilda turned and looked at the lean man in athletic wear, giving him a once-over. Her eyes lingered on his shorts, spotting a terribly impressive-looking bulge. She couldn’t help but lick her lips, feeling her nipples stiffen on her chest and her cunt starting to drool.

“Uhh, what’s your name?” Hilda asked, barely keeping her mind focused as she stole another glance at his crotch.

“Nate,” The man replied, “And I didn’t do anything wrong. Rules of the subway say that all trainers who take the Battle-Cars must pay for their loss in Yen unless they come to an alternative agreement. I was merely offering my opponents an alternative agreement.”

“He was propositioning female trainers he beat for sex,” Emmet replied, crossing her arms, “Telling them they could ‘pay him in other ways’.”

Hilda nodded, “Hmm, well, boys … it seems we have a double standard here.”

The two albino twins both made rather annoyed faces at Hilda. “What the hell are you talking about?” Ingo asked.

“Do you two honestly think there aren’t female trainers who use their bodies to get out of paying for losses on the Battle-Cars?” Hilda asked, “I’ve done it. Bianca did it. Nate, I’m sure a few of those girls even took you up on that offer, right?”

“Damn straight,” Nate nodded his head.

“Now, does that mean that the way Nate went about suggesting this was always well received? Clearly not. Since a few girlies felt the need to report you, Nate,” Hilda shrugged.

“Well, I mean … I didn’t like … mean it like that,” Nate said, eyes opening wide as he realised Hilda was not completely on his side.

“Yeah, but … maybe it came across like that, buddy?” Hilda asked, putting a hand out towards him.

“We can’t let this go unanswered,” Emmet said sternly, “Nate’s going to have to face a ban from riding the Battle-Cars for at least six months.”

“Six months?!” Nate exclaimed, “The Battle-Car is my main source of income!”

“Okay, okay,” Hilda put her hands up, trying to keep the temperature down, “How about a compromise? Nate, since you seem to love the Battle-Car so much, and since I know you two love to compete, how ‘bout we settle this with a battle?”

“Sounds good to us,” Ingo stated.

“Uhh, no, that’s two-on-one!” Nate replied, “Hardly fair.”

“Don’t worry,” Hilda grinned, “I’ve got a partner for you right here.” She gestured with her hand, pointing with a thumb at Rosa, standing quietly behind her cousin.

Rosa blinked, turning her head towards Hilda, “I’m sorry, what? We’re on his side?”

“Not exactly,” Hilda replied, “I’d rather not let perverts roam a subway car freely like we talked about last night. But, I would be a hypocrite if I supported someone getting banned from the Battle-Cars for having sex in them.”

“So I have to stick my neck out because you like to get freaky in a place you find gross?” Rosa scoffed, “You’re already a hypocrite!”

Hilda glared at her cousin, “Just fight the twins, Rosie.”

Rosa sighed, “Fine… but only because I need to be training for the next gym.” She reached into her tote bag, retrieving the Pokéball for her starter.

“Thanks,” Nate grinned.

“Shush, you, I’m doing this because my tutor told me to, don’t get any funny ideas,” Rosa sneered, her eyes giving Nate a once-over, stopping at his bulge.

Giritinia’s Great Void! Why do bastards like him always have to be hung? She sighed in frustration.

The five took their battle inside, led by the albino twins. They were gangly, seeming to stalk through the early morning commute crowds. Rosa kept side-eyeing this man called ‘Nate’, noting he seemed to have an exaggerated confidence in his movements.

Only thing worse than an asshole with a big cock is an asshole who knows they have a big cock Rosa thought.

The quintet boarded a rather inconspicuous-looking silver railcar. It wasn’t attached to any other cars, Rosa noted, pressing her lips together. All the same, she boarded without much protest. Hilda took a seat on one of the benches, her massive PAWG cheeks forcing her to sit on two seats at the same time due to just how wide and thicc she was. She leaned back, turning her attention to Ingo and Emmet, who were up at the front of the train now, fiddling with the controls.

“So … what are Battle-Cars?” Rosa asked, looking to her cousin, and then to her counterpart.

Nate gave her a perplexed look, “What kind of train are you?”

“The busty kind,” Rosa replied in a flat tone, “Now explain, or I’m backing out of this fight.”

“Alright, alright … touchy,” Nate put his hands up, “Battle-Cars are a place for trainers to earn some money. Each car is occupied by two trainers who do battle. Winner advances, loser retreats. Round and round they go on the loop line. It’s a good method of training and to earn money when the Gym Circuit isn’t open. Of course, an unofficial rule is that you can offer alternatives to losing instead of cash. Sometimes it's items, sometimes, despite what they’re saying, it's sex.”

“This car is Ingo and Emmet’s personal inspection vehicle,” Hilda added, “Which doubles as a Battle-Car for any challengers who prove themselves to be worth fighting.”

“Or how they deal with complaints,” Nate put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes.

The train underneath them lurched as it got underway, slowly beginning to roll down the line. Rosa twisted her head towards the albino twins to see them approaching in lockstep.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Ingo grunted in an annoyed tone, “Two on two. One Pokémon each. Last standing wins the match.”

The two of them grabbed their conductor caps, kicked one leg out and pointed at Nate and Rosa.

“This will teach you to harass our passengers!” They declared in unison. Their hands dropped back out of sight, producing two Pokéballs that they then threw forward. Out from them emerged a Boldore and a Gurdurr.

Rosa scoffed at the sight, a grin crossing her face as her massive chest jiggled from the rumbling of the car This will be easy.

She reached down into her tote bag and retrieved Servine’s Pokéball, tossing it forward. Her partner summoned a Dewott. She glanced over at Nate, who gave her a grin.

“Say, once we finish up this fight, what do you say you and I celebrate the way these two wouldn’t approve of?” He flashed her a wolfish grin.

“Not exactly a wordsmith, huh, Nate?” Rosa replied, trying her best to look unimpressed, but unable to keep her eyes off his bulge.

“I let my actions do the talking,” Nate answered her. He flexed his cock, making it batter against his shorts. Rosa barely managed to hold back the moan she wanted to let loose as she stared shamelessly at the bulge. Her cunt was starting to ache between her legs as her nipples stiffened.

“Ahem,” Emmet cleared his throat, getting the attention of the easily distracted slut, “This is still a battle, you two.”

“R-right, sorry,” Rosa shook her head, “Uhhh … Servine, use Leaf Tornado on the Boldore!”

“Water Pulse, Dewott, the Boldore as well!” Nate ordered.

“Shit, Boldore!” Emmet exclaimed, “Iron Defence!”

The order came too little, too late, however, as both of the Super Effective attacks slammed into the rock type with a one-two punch, sending it flying backwards across the floor of the car. It skidded to a stop in front of its trainer, swirls in its eyes.

“Yeah!” Nate exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air, “That's the best you two got?!”

“Hell yeah!” Rosa leapt into the air, making her titanic tits bounce under her shirt, threatening to tear the stitching of the baseball t-shirt.

Ingo grunted, “You two shouldn’t get so cocky, this fight isn’t over yet! Gurdurr, use Low Kick on that Dewott!”

The fighting type rushed forward, closing the distance between itself and the water type Starter in an instant. Nate said nothing as the Muscular Pokémon performed its attack, kicking out one of his Pokémon’s legs. Dewott hollored in pain but was still standing.

“If that’s the best you can do, then I’d say this fight is done,” Nate stated, “Dewott, another Water Pulse.”

“Servine, Leaf Tornado again! Finish it off!” Rosa declared, throwing her hand out in a dramatic fashion.

The fighting type took both attacks to the chest, knocking it back across the narrow subway car. The entire car itself lurched, now going at a rather quick pace, Rosa noticed, watching the lights outside whipping past. Her attention returned inside as she watched the Gurdurr rise to its feet again, clearly injured, but still ready to fight.

“Wake-Up Slap on that Servine!” Ingo declared.

There’s no way this Pokémon will survive another attack, let alone two. No need to worry Rosa thought. The slap connected, striking her starter across the face.

“Okay, let’s try this one more time!” Rosa shouted, “Finish it off, Servine! Leaf Tornado!”

The Grass Snake Pokémon did as was ordered, surrounding the fighting type in a flurry of leaves that seemed to generate from nowhere. The Muscular Pokémon let out an exclamation of shock, trying to brace against the sudden gust of air and the sharp leaves cutting its body. It was no use, the fighting type was flung backwards, hitting the ground and bouncing once before skidding to a stop, swirls in its eyes.

“Haha!” Nate exclaimed with a wide smile, “Brilliant! Eat shit you two!”

Ingo and Emmet returned their Pokémon to their Pokéballs, both of them carrying rather stoic expressions, trying to not let on their emotions.

“By our rules, you have bested us. You will not be banned from the Battle-Cars,” Ingo stated, a hint of disdain in his voice.

“Oh, c’mon, Ingo,” Hilda suddenly spoke up, rising from her seat. Like Rosa, the shaking and rattling of the car rushing down the tracks was making her colossal cake jiggle and shake, “Lighten up. I know you two condone the Groper Train Special.”

“Those are consenting adults,” Emmet countered.

“And Nate was asking for consent,” Hilda answered in a curt tone, “Was it done grossly? Probably, but he didn’t break the rules.”

“Wow … thanks,” Nate stated.

“Shut it,” Hilda said in a flat tone, looking at Nate, “You want me on your side or not?”

“Look, you won, alright?” Ingo stated, “We’ll return to the station shortly.”

“Maybe we can do a few more loops instead?” Hilda suggested, “I want to make sure you understand my stance perfectly clear.”

The sounds of moaning and mewling were loud enough to drown out the screeching of the railcar wheels against the tracks. A pile of clothes were sitting haphazardly on the bench chairs, some of them falling off onto the floor as the car rattled back and forth.

Hilda’s two hands were gripping one of the poles that was meant for people to hold onto while the car was in motion. Her lithe digits were gripping the metal pole as best she could; her sweaty palms were starting to slip. She gripped tighter in response, trying her best to keep herself upright.

Nate’s massive cock was burying itself in her back door. It was painfully thick, stretching Hilda’s guts to its limits.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP!

Her pale stomach was stretching taut around Nate’s impressive dick. It was a one-to-one outline of the huge dick, protruding out and back with every vicious thrust that Nate laid into her.

I’m starting to get why some girls said yes to fucking him over paying for the loss! Hilda thought, gnashing her teeth together. Drool was falling from her pouty lips, coating her chin in spittle. Her massive, pale cheeks were like the ocean in a storm, heavy waves rippling across her skin as her plump behind absorbed thrust after thrust from Nate. His heavy, full nuts swung forward, pounding into Hilda’s throbbing clit, only multiplying the brain-melting pleasure she was experiencing. His throbbing veins pounded against her guts, filling Hilda with the rhythmic throb of his heartbeat. Her cunt was drooling, soaking her thunderous thighs. She was doing her best to fuck herself against Nate’s impressive dick, shaking and twerking her hips on his. Slamming her massive ass back onto his crotch.

“So! Big!” She moaned, eyes rolling back in her head, “I! Love! Big! Cock!”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Nate growled. His hands were on her triple-extra wide, sloping hips, her squishy skin enveloping his digits, “The way you’re melting around my cock. I know you would’ve said yes.”

“In! A! Heart! Beat!” Hilda exclaimed. Her jaw was slack, black hearts of lust burning brightly in her pupils.

Rosa’s massive tits jiggled and bounced wildly on her chest, having not known a moment of peace in nearly an hour. Round and round the car went as Rosa Whitley’s top-heavy form was rutted into the floor.

“Deeper!” She moaned, groping her tits hard, kneading and manhandling them. She dug her lithe, dainty digits into her tender backbreakers, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Her cunt was currently double-stuffed as Ingo and Emmet both pounded their long, thin, pale cocks into her. They were both nearly as long as their legs, easily the longest Rosa had ever seen. With too much length for the slutty trainer’s love tunnel, leaving several inches outside, even with their cock heads burrowing through her cervix and up into her womb. They were, thankfully, thin enough that being double-stuffed by two cocks at once wasn’t stretching Rosa any more than a thick dick like Hugh’s would. The bulge in her stomach was an interesting, lumpy shape on account of the double dicking. Her legs were splayed wide nearly into a full split, with her feet gripping the base of the poles to keep herself spread.

“Oh, Arceus Alive!” Rosa moaned as she pinched and tweaked her impressively sized nipple, “Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me with those big cocks!”

Ingo and Emmet were pounding into the bust slut in tandem, their pace perfectly synced with one another. Both of their impressive cocks were covered in thick veins, throbbing against Rosa’s most sensitive spots. The bulbous heads, one cut (Ingo), one uncut (Emmet) kissed her innermost wall over and over again, leaving stains of their pre-seed upon it. Rosa’s entire form jolted with every impact, her body absorbing the vicious blows as best it could as the two Subway Bosses turned the top-heavy whore into a living condom for their cocks.

Rosa’s fingers dug into her tender tit flesh, drawing deep red marks as she clawed at herself. Her tongue leapt from her mouth in a silent scream as she arched her back, cracking her overtaxed spine. It was hard for the slutty trainer to take a full breath from the sheer weight of her chest on her ribs at the moment, and the lack of air was starting to compound with the overwhelming sensations of pleasure she was experiencing all over her body.

“Ahhhh~!” Rosa mewled, saliva spider-webbing inside her mouth. Bright white hearts were burning brightly in her pupils. The double throb of both Subway Bosses inside of her was driving the busty slut wild. Her cunt clenched tightly around them both, attempting to milk their long, pale cocks for all the nut butter they had. Both of the albinos had stoic faces on. Their thrusts were in tandem, plunging their massive dicks down into Rosa’s love tunnel as deep as they could go. Neither of them let out so much as a grunt of pleasure as Rosa mewled and squirmed beneath them, pounding herself back on their ultra-hard dicks.

These two are hard to crack Rosa thought as her hands groped her massive tits hard, her fingers disappearing into her squishy skin. She tweaked and pinched at her erect nipples, sending extra jolts of pleasure cascading across her body. Her twat tightened around the two cocks, compressing them together as the room to manoeuvre inside of Rosa became less and less. Still, Ingo and Emmet offered no hint of protest, continuing to pound away at the top-heavy whore’s tight snatch.

Ingo shuddered, gnashing his teeth together, eyes opening wide as his cock engorged itself, sending a shot of cock water out that broke off Rosa’s innermost wall. A moment later, Emmet did the same, pumping his shot of pre-seed right into the brunette’s eager womb. Rosa’s tongue leapt from her mouth in a silent scream. Her face was flushed with arousal. Her toes curled so hard they cracked.

“Cuuuuuuuum~” She wheezed out in a high-pitched, haggard tone, “I w-want you to c-cuuuuuummmm~”

Rosa’s eyes rolled back in her head as she began to pound herself off of Ingo and Emmet’s dicks, grinding herself hard up against their rigid erections. Her hips bucked and shook as she tried desperately to work another inch or two into herself to no avail. Their bulbous, spongy cock heads were lodged against Rosa’s innermost wall and could go no deeper into the whore.

Both Ingo and Emmet paused for a moment before they began to thrust into Rosa again, once again their movements in perfect lock step. Rosa’s brain was melting from the pleasure, with every thrust sending pathetic little moans into the air.

It’s like getting fucked by the same guy twice over Rosa thought Even the throb of their cock veins is in sync! It’s driving my pussy crazy! Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna cu~

Rosa’s cunt collapsed around the two long cocks inside of her. She arched her back, hefting her massive tits up into the air. Her love tunnel tightened up around the two albino cocks, threatening to squeeze them so tight they’d become one dick. Still, neither Ingo nor Emmet reacted as Rosa’s pussy sprayed them both with gallons of squirt, splattering against their crotches and thighs and soaking the floor of the subway car. The albino’s thrusting slowed as Rosa was sent mentally reeling from her orgasm. Her pouty lips puckered into a tight O-shape, letting only high-pitched squeals of pleasure out. Lither fingers were gripping her pillowy tits tightly, the only thing she had to grip onto. Her orgasm died down slowly, her gushing spray slowing to a trickle, then to nothing at all.

The moment that Rosa’s orgasm ceased, the duo began to rut into her again. Rosa wheezed as the bulge in her stomach grew again, stretching her pale skin taut as the two cockheads pressed against her diaphragm, forcing the air from her lungs with every thrust.

These two are like clockwork Rosa thought, her mind still basking in the afterglow of her finish, failing to understand the subtext of her thought.

Cooing moans of pleasure escaped her lips with every impact of their dicks against her innermost wall. Her most sensitive spots were still reeling from the mind-bending orgasm she had just had. The rhythmic pounding of their cocks inside of her was quickly sending her towards another finish.

“Ahhh~!” Rosa moaned, her jaw hanging open slack. Her body was covered in a layer of sweat now, matting down her hair. Her limbs were weakened from her orgasm, fingers barely gripping her tits anymore. “C-ummm~” She moaned in a pathetic, exhausted voice, “Cummmmm~ Cuuuuuuum~”

Neither Ingo nor Emmet responded with words. Instead, their cocks engorged once again, sending two shots of cock water into Rosa’s womb, giving her uterus yet another clear coating of pre-cum. Rosa let out a haggard moan as she felt the dick spit entering her.

“Ooooh, Arceus Alive, please, please just cum already! I need it!” She moaned, each word getting more and more desperate, “I need it! Please! Please! Please!”

Ingo and Emmet still said nothing as they rutted into Rosa, holding themselves as deep inside of her as they could go. Rosa squirmed and shuddered beneath them, feeling as their thick veins pounded up against her most sensitive spots, sending her careening towards another finish. Her arms fell from her tits, leaving her splayed out on the floor of the subway in a near-full split. Both of the Subway Bosses were staring at her rather intensely, though Rosa couldn’t tell. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils filled with bright white hearts, each and rolled off in two different directions. Neither Ingo nor Emmet made a sound as their nuts contracted, pumping huge loads of cum into Rosa’s stomach. Her belly began to swell, filling with gallons of seed. Her cunt collapsed around them, sending another blast of squirt out, soaking the albino twins. Rosa’s mind was far too faded from the orgasmic bliss to notice. Haggard, pathetic moans escaped her lips as her belly swelled, tongue hanging from her mouth.

Hilda’s head had dipped between her shoulder blades. A thick strand of drool was hanging from her tongue, which was in turn hanging out of her open mouth, slowly making its way towards the floor in a pendulum-like motion. Black hearts were burning brightly in her pupils as every thrust sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure cascading across her body. Nate’s hand was on her long, sweat-soaked ponytail, yanking it hard through the opening in her baseball hat. Her head snapped backwards, curling her spine into a hard L-shape. Her massive ass cheeks were absorbing vicious thrust after vicious thrust as Nate lay into her like a toy.

CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! STUFF! POUND! POUND! MASH! PLAP!

Nate gritted his teeth, trying his best to stave off the impending orgasm he could feel building up. His massive, girthy cock bucked inside of Hilda’s backdoor, battering her soft innards with its hard form. Hilda let out a haggard, pathetic moan as she felt a shot of pre-seed splattering into her guts. Her hands were shaking, barely managing to hold onto the pole she had been using to support herself. Nate’s grip on her ponytail tightened, the well-hung brunette completely enraptured by the hypnotic sway of Hilda’s colossal cake. His cock bucked again, sending another shot of pre-seed into her.

“Arceus Alive,” He growled, delivering a truly vicious spank to Hilda’s massive ass cheek, leaving a red welt where his palm impacted her, “Never knew our champ was such a slut. Sorry, former champ.”

Hilda half raised her head in protest, barely managing to get her head upright, let alone look back at him. She hated to admit it, but the degrading words had made her cunt drool. Her plump, wet snatch constricted tightly around nothing, her next orgasm quickly approaching.

Hung bastard She thought as pathetic moans continued to escape her lips But … getting called former champ with a cock this nice in my guts … definitely had an effect on me

SPANK!!

Another mewling, droning moan of pleasure escaped Hilda’s lips as her ass cheeks jiggled in reaction to the brutal beating she was taking from Nate’s hands. Her body was moving on its own now, thrusting her triple-extra-wide hips back onto Nate’s crotch. It was enough of an impact to nearly throw Nate off his feet. The car went around a corner, forcing the brunette to plant his feet hard. Hilda’s ass cheeks swung out, slamming together and clapping together hard around Nate’s cock.

“Shit!” Nate exclaimed, throwing his head backwards. He gnashed his teeth together, trying his best to not cum from the sensation of Hilda’s huge cheeks around him.

“Do it~” She purred, twerking and jiggling her massive ass cheeks, “Cum inside me~ Stuff me like a doll~”

Nate’s pace picked up, fueled by Hilda's cock-drunk request. His thrusts were using the naturally jiggly nature of Hilda’s titanic ass cheeks to spring himself off of, pounding down into Hilda. The bottom-heavy whore arched her back, making her already impossibly huge cheeks look even bigger. Nate only lasted a few more sporadic thrusts before his cock engorged inside her guts.

GLUG! GLUTCH! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!

The sound of his orgasm was audible as Hilda’s stomach swelled with seed. Hilda’s plump thighs were shaking, along with the rest of her body. Her eyes rolled off in two different directions as her tongue hit her chin. A mewling moan escaped her lips. Her entire body was squirming and shaking like Nate’s cock was a live wire running through it. Her stomach grew and grew, filling with thick rope after thick rope of semi-solid nut sludge. Hilda gnashed her teeth together, feeling as every single blast of cock milk pounded against her guts, painting her stomach white. Her cunt had contracted tightly around nothing, sending a gushing cascade of squirt plummeting from between her thunderous, pillowy thighs and onto the floor of the subway car. It impacted with the sound of heavy rain against the floor. The pear-shaped whore’s legs were weak, begging for the person they were attached to collapse to their knees. Hilda’s grip on the pole was tightening with every passing second.

SPANK!!

Nate struck Hilda’s impressive ass cheek against for good measure, accentuating his finish inside of her. His still-hard cock began to pull out of her asshole, retreating with enough exaggerated movement to send Hilda reeling in the afterglow of her finish.

“S-stop,” She moaned, “S–s-stop. Pl-please. M-my asshole c-c-can’t take anymore.”

She was shuddering, a sputtering mess. Her eyes were bright with lust, black hearts burning in her pupils. Nate struck her ass again.

SPANK!!

A red welt was beginning to form on Hilda’s impressive, pale cheek, the skin tender and raised in the vague shape of Nate’s fingers.

“Damn. I figured a fat ass like this could take a bit more abuse,” Nate gave a wolfish grin, satisfied in his work, “But oh well … guess it's on to that pussy then.”

“We should return to the station,” Ingo stated sternly, “There could be a problem we need to attend to.”

“Indeed,” Emmet nodded, “The early morning rush is still going on for another seventy-four minutes.”

“You two are gonna lay me out like that and just get back to work?” Rosa asked, sitting up on her elbows, offering them a soft smile, “‘cuz, their cocks are lethal.”

“Right,” Hilda nodded, “Plus, I still see three hard cocks. Rosie and I can’t exactly keep calling ourselves proud cock-sluts when we leave dicks unsatisfied. Bloated with cock snot or not, a hard cock in my presence must be sucked or fucked, it's just a law of nature.”

“Same here,” Rosa nodded, still weak from pleasure.

Ingo and Emmet sighed, “All this because you decided to defend a pervert?” Ingo asked, gesturing towards Nate. The brunette threw his hands up in clear offence, but neither Subway Boss cared.

“Only ‘cus you two were being hypocritical,” Hilda replied, “There’s nothing wrong with proposing sex as payment on the Battle-Car. He just needs to be less of a scumbag about it.”

Hilda was on all fours, her hands and knees pressed into the dry part of the subway car’s floor away from the huge puddle of squirt she and her cousin had made. Her splayed fingers curled against the cold floor as the subway car rattled along the loop line. Her pear-shaped body was pumping back and forth between the long, thin cocks of Ingo and Emmet. The Subway Bosses were on their knees. Ingo was at her front, his hands on her head. His gloved digits coiled around her silky brown hair. He wasn’t giving her much room to manoeuvre, pumping his pale cock down her throat. Hilda swallowed, hollowing out her cheeks and constricting her throat around the impressive dick He was thin enough to keep any sort of bulging from happening in her throat. Still, rheumy liquid was running down her face due to the lack of oxygen that was reaching her lungs at the moment. Her huge belly of seed was sloshing and shaking with every thrust as Hilda was pistoned up and down both cocks, always filled with at least one to the base, moving up one and down the other.

I can feel their cocks jousting in my guts! Hilda thought.

PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! POUND! STUFF! POUND! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Her massive, pale, beaten ass cheeks were slamming into Emmet’s pelvis the same way she had been assaulting Nate’s only a few minutes prior. Her titanic, pale, industrial bakery of an ass was a sea of motion, thick waves of skin rippling from every impact. Like his brother, his pale cock was buried deep into her, battering against his brother’s somewhere in Hilda’s stomach. Emmet’s hands were on Hilda’s triple extra-wide, shelf-like hips. Like his brother, his gloved hands were gripping Hilda’s soft flesh tightly, his covered digits sinking into her squishy body. He let out a grunt, his cock engorging, pressing its thick veins up against Hilda’s tender guts. His bulbous cock head erupted with a shot of cock water, mixing in the cum cocktail in her belly. Hilda’s eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a mewling moan from the feeling of the two liquids mixing inside of her. The black hearts were burning brightly in her pupils and cast projections onto Ingo’s pale chest.

The brother in Hilda’s throat let out a moan of pleasure as her exclamation vibrated his cock. His dick engorged itself as well, pumping out a shot of dick spit only a moment after his brother’s had died down. His fingers gripped her silky brown hair tightly. He arched his back, keeping his cock buried to the base inside of Hilda’s mouth for a few extra moments. The former champion’s pouty lips were kissing Ingo’s pubic bone. Her tongue coiled around his long, pale cock, slathering it up in spittle and praise. She moaned again, arching her back to make her titanic cheeks look bigger still.

This is the best spitroast I’ve ever had Hilda thought as her eyes fluttered shut. She felt her cunt contracting around nothing, her neglected pussy pulsing with arousal, sending waves of pleasure cascading across her body. Her skin was gooseflesh, sensitive to everything around her. Her pink nipples were rigid on her nearly flat chest. Every throb of the two massive dicks inside of her was sending Hilda careening towards her finish. Emmet was still pounding into her ass with a rhythmic thrust as Ingo held his cock down her throat. For a few moments, Emmet and Ingo would both be buried inside of her completely. The pleasure Hilda was feeling from that was enough to make her brain melt completely. Her eyes rolled off in two different directions.

Emmet hilted himself all the way inside of Hilda, holding himself to the base as he buried his crotch against hers. His grip on her massive hips tightened, gloved fingers curling against her soft skin. Hilda mewled with pleasure as she felt his cock engorge itself again, this time pumping a full load of cock snot into her. Hilda’s already swollen stomach began to grow again. Her pale skin touched the floor as her belly grew and grew. Emmet let out a moan of relief, throwing his head backwards as he emptied another huge release of ball batter.

Sooooooooo much~ All for me~ Hilda thought, her eyes rolling off in two different directions. Her cunt contracted around nothing as Hilda let out a mewling moan of pleasure, vibrating the cock that was still lodged completely down her throat. An eruption of squirt sprayed from her plump pussy, slamming straight onto the ground beneath her, soaking her titanic, plump thighs in the haphazard spray. Her face was turning red, partially from arousal, partially from the lack of oxygen.

Ingo couldn’t hold on any longer either. His cock erupted into Hilda as Emmet’s cumshot finished up. Her already ginormous belly grew bigger still, the pear-shaped former champion starting to wonder just how much she was quite literally stomach as a third shot of cock snot filled her guts.

She was shaking, her limbs feeling weak. A final, pathetic moan escaped Hilda’s lips as both Ingo and Emmet pulled their deflated cocks from her. She rested on her cum-stuffed stomach for a moment before she fell to the side, landing on her hips and making her ass cheeks clap together.

I love cum She thought as her eyes fluttered shut, trying to let her body rest.

“Fucking, Arceus,” Nate hissed, leaning back on the bench seat, “I can’t believe how fucking good these titties feel.”

His massive, thick shaft had pulled a disappearing act in between Rosa’s titanic backbreakers. The top-heavy trainer was on her knees in front of Nate. Her hands were on her huge tits yet again, her dainty palms and lithe digits only covering a mere fraction of the surface area of her massive mammaries. It was a full upper-body workout to pump her shoulder boulders up and down Nate’s cock. She could feel his bulbous cockhead practically pissing pre-cum out, soaking the area between her breasts. Nate’s hand was on Rosa’s exposed head, gripping her silky brunette hair by the large buns in the ring of her visor hat.

“You like feeling fat fucking cocks between those dick pillows?” Nate hissed, flashing Rosa what was clearly his signature wolfish grin.

“Only when it's a cock that can handle these sweater-Herdiers,” Rosa replied, flashing a seductive smile up towards the other trainer, “And I don’t know if yours counts. Your tip isn’t even poking out between them. I managed to smother the entire thing between these … what did you call them? ‘Dick pillows’?”

Nate’s cock bucked between Rosa’s tits she could feel his thick veins pounding against her soft, tender skin. Rosa’s cunt contracted around nothing, her arousal running down her thicc thighs (though a far cry from how thicc Hilda was). His throbbing veins were pressed right up against her chest plate, competing with her heartbeat thudding under her ribs. Her thick nipples were rigid on her chest, poking into Nate’s flat stomach, with no muscles to it, despite his athletic wear.

“Well, I’m sure it takes a lot of cock to manage to overcome those fucking milkers,” Nate commented. His free hand squeezed a portion of Rosa’s big breasts, pinching her sensitive skin. Rosa drew in an aroused breath, sitting up a bit straighter to push her chest against Nate. Her tits were so big that his hands didn’t get remotely close to Rosa’s. The busty slut arched her back, pushing her massive tits further onto Nate’s lap, practically crushing the man’s legs beneath the weight of her backbreakers.

“Well, more cock than you’ve got,” Rosa teased. She craned her neck, letting her pouty lips part. A thick line of drool formed on her lower lip before falling like an icicle between her fat tits. She pulled her tits apart for just a moment, letting the slobber fall in to mix with Nate’s pre-seed. Her eyes cast down, seeing Nate’s bulbous cockhead, coated in a sheen of its own cock water, just a few inches below the surface of her tits. It was engorged and reddened and looked enticing. Rosa’s tongue fell from her lips as her gaze became transfixed on the cock head, bright white hearts forming in her pupils. Her grip on her breasts tightened. Nate’s cock bucked, letting out another shot of pre-seed. It lacked the pressure behind it to properly escape the ravine that was the area between Rosa’s breasts. Instead, the dick spit fell back down, splattering against Rosa’s tender skin.

“I think the cock I’ve got is enough, don’t you?” Nate asked. Pressing his hand on the back of her head down to make her head drop towards her tits.

“Yesss~” Rosa replied, in a complete state of dick-notism. Every fibre of her being was begging Rosa to drop her head between her tits and suck on his bulbous cock head. Rosa’s head disappeared between her titanic tits as her tongue pushed forward, desperate to get a taste of the cock before her. The pink appendage flicked at the piss slit, tasting the alluring pre-cum that was leaking from it. Her cunt was aching with desperation as she swirled her skilled tongue around his tip.

So thick~ She thought, letting out a few soft moans. Nate’s cock bucked again, engorging itself between her massive tits. Nate grunted, gritting his teeth together as his dick hardened. Rosa let out a pathetic, submissive whimper as a shot of pre-cum erupted from the tip, splattering across her face. She shuddered as the warm liquid forced her to shut one eye. Her tender skin was sensitive to everything, including the new sensation of the hot cock water on her body.

Feels good~ Her brain thought, unable to articulate more than simple ideas due to how cock-drunk she had become. Trapped between her breasts, the smell of cock was pungent in the air, drowning her lungs in the scent of dick. Her core was pleading with Rosa to let Nate stick it in her. Her tongue continued to worship his tip, licking every inch she could reach, cleaning it of the pre-cum it had been marinating in mere moments before.

“Keep that up and you’ll get everything I got left in me,” Nate chuckled, licking his teeth in a cocksure self-satisfaction.

Rosa pulled her head from between her breasts, groping the massive backbreakers hard, “You say that like I’m not trying to make this pussy pleaser erupt like a geyser. You wouldn’t be getting suffocated between my tits if I didn’t want to be hosed down in your cock snot.”

Nate’s cock bucked at her words, sending another shot of pre-cum out of his tip, splattering between Rosa’s breasts. She sealed them quickly, refusing to let any of the dick spit escape. She looked down between her massive mammaries again as she peeled them apart. The cock water was spider-webbing between them. She could feel his cock twitching and throbbing between her tits; it was like an angry beast, ready to pounce.

He’s close She knew, her bright white hearts of lust completely transfixed on his tip.

“Cum,” Rosa sputtered out in a somewhat desperate tone, “P-please.”

Nate grinned, “One more time.”

“Please cum. I want it. I need it, I need it so bad. I want this cock to erupt between my dick pillows,” Rosa bit her lip, letting out a rather pathetic whimper.

“That’ll make a mess,” Nate said coyly.

“I don’t care,” Rosa replied, “I need it.”

“Suit yourself,” Nate replied. His hands grabbed onto hers, pinning her dainty palms between his and her tits. He began to pump her tits up and down his shaft quickly, like he was masturbating with them. Rosa felt his heartbeat rising quickly.

Cum~ She thought, staring at his bulbous cockhead, transfixed by its silent siren’s call Cum~ Cum~ Cum~ Cum~!

And finally, he did. A white eruption flew from his tip, a thick rope of semi-solid nut sludge splattering across Rosa’s face where she was already wearing his clear coating. Another three shots failed to get nearly as high, painting her illustrious backbreakers white. Rosa shuddered as her cunt clenched, pumping out her eruption of squirt straight onto the subway floor, leaving very little surface area of the car untouched by her and Hilda’s releases. Rosa was too busy basking in the glow of the facial she was receiving to care, letting out a moan of pure pleasure, her one still-open eye fluttering shut as another blast of cum settled on her face. Then another and another. Her entire upper body was soon painted white as Nate’s orgasm crescendoed and died down.

So much~! All for me~! She thought as her body shuddered with pleasure.

Both she and Hilda were collapsed on the floor, basking in their afterglows. Nate stood, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs.

“So … you two wanna keep going?” He flashed them a grin.

“Shut it. You won your match, walk away while you still can claim victory,” Ingo stated. Both he and Emmet were already dressed again.

Nate clicked his tongue against his teeth, “Sheesh, I’d say you two need to get laid more, but clearly that doesn’t help either.”
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