Pokemon Sword and Sheath

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“Aaah~! Aaaah~! Aaaaah~!” Rosa Whitley moaned as her top-heavy body was ravaged by the tongue of her cousin, Hilda Blackburn. The busty bitch was lying on her back on top of the bedsheets in her room at the Plasma Estate in Driftveil City. They had just returned from their victory over the local Gym Leader, Clay Tompson, and were quick to celebrate (after getting Rosa’s Pokémon healed up at the Pokémon Centre in town).

Currently, Rosa’s Lucario was in Hilda’s room, being ravaged by Hilda’s starter, Emboar. The cousins, meanwhile, were stripped to nothing, enjoying the huge, waxy cock of Rosa’s starter, Servine. The Grass Snake Pokémon was pounding its massive cock deep into Hilda’s soaking wet pussy, the only hole Hilda had that could provide enough lubrication to keep the enormous cock pumping without rubbing against her insides in a tough way. Hilda simply lacked the ability to drool, which her cousin had. The bottom-heavy whore was bent over at a ninety-degree angle at the foot of the full-sized bed. Her monumental, pale full moons were jiggling and rippling as her massive clap wagon lived up to its name. Every single thrust from the Grass type sent massive waves rushing across her skin like her ass was the sea in the middle of a storm. Both cheeks were rising like the sun above Hilda’s head, which was currently buried into Rosa’s cunt. Her thunderous thighs were slick with arousal, which was pouring like a leaking faucet down from her snatch.

Rosa’s slender hand was in Hilda’s hair, the pear-shaped whore having removed her trucker hat to truly be wearing nothing at all. Rosa bucked her hips, grinding her cunt up against Hilda’s mouth, pushing her cousin to kiss her clit.

“Ooooh~!” Rosa moaned as a wave of pleasure washed over her. The busty bitch was in a near-full split to give Hilda as much access to her twat as possible. Her other hand was groping one of her massive breasts. The top-heavy whore cooed as she pinched and tweaked her nipple hard, abusing the rigid pink cap to her gargantuan backbreakers. The perky shoulder boulders were sitting heavy on Rosa’s chest at the current angle, making every breath drawn by Rosa Whitley a laborious affair.

Hilda’s tongue licked and lapped at Rosa’s soaked snatch, nearly as wet as Hilda was. Despite them only travelling together for a little over a month, Hilda knew all of Rosa’s weak spots at this point. Her tongue had memorised the inside of Rosa’s twat and was wasting no time in using that knowledge to its full limit. Rosa bucked and moaned, grinding her cunt up against Hilda’s face until the bottom-heavy slut’s chin was coated in a healthy layer of Rosa’s juices. Hilda felt the stinging pull of Rosa’s grip on her hair, mixing pleasure with pain as the xylem and phloem on Servine’s cock pulsated against the sensitive spots inside of Hilda’s pussy. The tip of the Pokémon cock was kissing against Hilda’s cervix over and over again, but would not break through. The rhythmic impact against the entrance to her innermost chamber was turning Hilda on just the same. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned straight into Rosa, stimulating the busty bitch’s clit.

“Ahhhhh~!” Rosa moaned as she briefly lost control of her nervous system, her body writhing and shaking in the bed like Hilda’s tongue was a live wire. She curled her toes so hard they cracked, her fingers sinking deeper into both Hilda’s hair and her own breast.

Hilda’s hands were on Rosa’s thighs. They were far from the ultra-thick silos of squishy, soft flesh that Hilda had. The kind that demanded the bottom-heavy whore twist sideways to get through some doorways in the Plasma Estate, but that did not mean that Rosa lacked meat on her bones. Hilda’s fingers were kneading and groping the thicc-enough thighs like they were dough, making sure to massage red imprints of her hands into the tender, pale skin.

No wonder Rosa was a shut-in for so long~! Hilda thought as the taste of Rosa’s juices on her tongue turned the pear-shaped slut’s skin to pure gooseflesh. Rosa’s soft whimpers filled the air of the room, her face turning red I’d’ve stayed in sucking and fucking this Grass cock all day too if I could have~!

Hilda thought back for a moment to where she had been just a few weeks prior. The darkness of her childhood bedroom in Nuvema Town. The constant sex that she had demanded from Emboar, Simisage, Zebstrika, and the rest of her team. All of it in an effort not to have to think about that day. Her grip on Rosa tightened, teetering on the line between a sexual grip and a concerning one.

Hilda could see Iris, the new champion. She could see her and do nothing. Nothing to stop Iris from systematically destroying her whole team. The Sweep, as it had been dubbed on the internet. Hilda’s tongue stopped moving with the same fervour it had had only a few moments ago. The bottom-heavy slut not even reacting as Servine’s cock bucked and sent a spray of water dick spit into her pussy, giving her cunt a fresh, clear coating. Hilda’s mind was elsewhere. It was at PokéStar Studios of all places, remembering the trilogy of pornographic films that Hilda had filmed with Iris there. Hilda had been the one to personally convince Iris to try out making porn.

“It’ll be fun and it’ll be with me!”

“Hilda!” Rosa called, bringing Hilda back to reality. The bottom-heavy slut removed her tongue from her cousin’s snatch, earning an illicit moan from Rosa as she did so. Half a dozen small strands of spittle mixed with juice were still connecting Hilda’s glistening chin to Rosa’s plump mound of Venus.

“What’s up?” Hilda asked. “Want to stop?”

“Do you?” Rosa asked. “You seem so out of it right now.”

“S-sorry,” Hilda replied, her face turning a bit red. Their voices were low, barely audible over the sound of Hilda’s huge ass cheeks still slamming together as Servine continued to rut away into her sopping wet pussy.

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“I’m just … it’s nothing,” Hilda insisted, using one of her hands to push some hair out of her face.

Rosa cocked her head to one side. The busty bitch was sitting up all the way to be able to look at Hilda without having her colossal chest in the way. “You sure?”

“Totally, I can’t get enough of this taste,” Hilda smiled and accentuated her statement by planting her mouth back on Rosa’s pussy and lapping at her clit. Rosa moaned, her body squirming in response to the renewed stimulation. The top-heavy whore was satisfied with the answer (especially given how much pleasure was currently stimulating her brain, keeping her from thinking straight). Rosa’s moans filled the room again as she tightened her grip on Hilda’s hair, making her cousin’s scalp sting.

Hilda had her eyes shut, trying to focus solely on the taste of Rosa’s gorgeous pussy. But even as the appetising taste of Rosa’s cuntspray washed down her throat, Hilda’s mind remained elsewhere.

In the corner of the room, not joining in on the fun just yet, was Sigilyph. The Avianoid Pokémon had been waiting for its opportunity to strike. The Psychic/Flying saw an opening after listening to the brief exchange between the cousins. A small wave of psychic energy filled the room, unnoticed by Rosa, Hilda, or Servine, all in the throes of lust.

Rosa didn’t notice as Hilda’s movements became a bit more mechanical. A subtle change as the bottom-heavy slut’s tongue seemed to shift to a sort of baseline holding pattern, hitting the same spots at the same intervals, like a memorised pattern rather than the spontaneous movements of a lover in the throws of passion. Hilda’s grip tightened on her cousin’s thighs as her body required more stability. Her brown eyes were open, but unfocused as Hilda left the room.

The nude Hilda found herself alone in a black void, standing on a floor that rippled like water with every step she took. The bottom-heavy brunette looked around, confused.

“Hello?” She called into the void.

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The sound of her gargantuan ass cheeks that had earned her the nickname “The Human Zebstrika” filled the empty void. Hilda felt like she had been walking for hours, but also hadn’t gone anywhere.

“I know this is you, Sigilyph, this is exactly what Rosa told me it looks like when you fuck with her mind,” Hilda called out.

“It is,” A genderless voice that seemed layered replied. Hilda turned around to find herself staring straight at a wall of flesh, strong muscles covering a well-built nude body of pale-purple skin. A massive cock, a true tree trunk turned into a dick, was hanging between the form’s legs, nearly down to its ankle. Its face wore a mask that resembled Sigilyph’s torso.

“Hey, I was kind of in the middle of eating out your trainer,” Hilda stated. “Maybe you could let me get back to that?”

“There is someone here whom you wish to see,” The Sigilyph Mask replied in a tone as neutral as their voice.

“See?” Hilda asked. “I just want to see Rosa’s fat tits shaking and bouncing in front of my face when I make her cum so hard she feels like Servine hit her with Mega Drain.”

“I will show you whom you wish to see,” The Sigilyph Mask replied.

“What are you talking about?!” Hilda cried out, throwing her arms out in either direction.

“Me,” A familiar voice called, which made Hilda’s blood run cold. A concerned sensation ran up Hilda’s spine as her nude, pear-shaped body froze. The complete stillness of Hilda’s body was an accomplishment only feasible in this mindscape. Her ass hadn’t stopped moving, even subtly, in years, ever since achieving its current size. The mere act of breathing was enough to make her colossal industrial bakery of ass shake and move.

Hilda turned her head slowly, not wanting to look too fast, praying to Arceus and Giritina alike that if she moved her head slowly enough, she wouldn’t have to face who was behind her.]

Iris.

The current champion had a soft smile on her face. The kind that was used to greet an old friend. Her pear-shaped body, of a similar design to Hilda’s, was draped in purple lingerie, tantalisingly hiding her breasts and cunt from few. Her kinky purple hair was twisted into the usual big braids she had, falling down her back to shield her gargantuan ass from sight of anyone behind her.

“Hello, Hilda, I think there’s something you wanted to tell me,” Iris said.

Hilda shook her head. “There is, but you’re not Iris. You’re just a manifestation of … of my idea of her.”

“You see my beating you as a betrayal,” Iris replied, making Hilda take a step back.

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“You didn’t think I would be the one to challenge you for your title. You thought it’d be Clay or Drayden,” Iris continued. “You thought that me and Skyla and all the other girls would never come for what you considered to be yours.”

Iris took a step forward, somehow closing the distance between herself and Hilda despite taking a similar stride to the former champion.

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Iris’ ass cheeks slammed together hard, filling the air with the echoing sound of her wobble wagon. It was so much firmer and louder a noise than the one Hilda had produced. The former champion’s face twisted up in frustration at that. Hilda began to bounce in place, making her gargantuan cheeks slam together.

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Iris grinned. “No matter what the contest is, you can’t beat me.” She began to bounce in place as well.

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The sound of Iris’ monumental ass quickly drowned out that of Hilda. After a moment, the former champion yielded again to the current one.

“Sigilyph!” Hilda called, looking up into the void. “Let me out of here!”

“Oh, but Hilda, I have something you want,” Iris said, closing the distance completely between Hilda and herself. Her hands wrapped around Hilda’s incredibly snatched waist. Hilda trembled, a small whimper escaping her lips. Iris’ pouty lips kissed against Hilda’s neck. One of Iris’s hands fell to Hilda’s cunt, pushing two fingers inside whilst her thumb worked Hilda’s clit.

“Just let this happen~” Iris moaned. “Surrender to me~”

Hilda bit her lip, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her thunderous thighs felt like jelly, begging Hilda to collapse. More and more of her weight came to rest on Iris’ unnaturally strong hands.

“Aaah~! Aaaah~! Aaaaah~!” Hilda moaned and mewled into the air, whimpers escaping her lips. Iris kissed and pecked at Hilda’s neck, a weak spot that few people knew about. Her skin was gooseflesh, her mind melting as the bottom-heavy current champion dominated the former.

“Just relax~” Hilda heard Iris’ voice without the pear-shaped slut lifting her mouth from Hilda’s neck. “Let me take care of you~”

Hilda’s eyes began to flutter shut. Her mind was flashing with visions of pleasure and pain. Her first time recording with Iris. The moment her Beartic was one-tapped in their battle. The passionate kiss they had shared to end their first scene together. The way Hilda’s legs gave out from under her when she lost to Iris. The solo lesbian scene they filmed together because they loved tasting each other so much. The first call from a pulled sponsor after her defeat.

“Haaaah~!” Hilda screamed as frustration washed over her body in tandem with her orgasm. A powerful spray of squirt erupted from Hilda’s twat, arching through the air and splattering down onto the floor, creating a clear puddle in the middle of the room. She felt her back hit a wall that hadn’t been there before, as her ass would have touched it long before her proper torso did. Hilda’s eyes rolled deep into the back of her head as she spasmed against Iris’s slick fingers.

“That’s it~” Iris moaned. “Let it all out~ Isn’t Rosa such a good trainer?”

Hilda’s tongue was hanging from her mouth, her face flushed red with arousal. She could see all of Rosa’s victories over the Gym Leaders so far. Cheren, Roxie, Burgh, Elesa, Clay. All the ways she was improving, all the ways her cobbled-together team was falling apart.

She’s not strong enough to beat you~ Hilda thought.

“Not with you as her coach,” giggled Iris, who was still making out with Hilda’s neck and collarbone. “If you want that, you need to let Rosa flourish on her own. You don’t really want it all back, do you?”

Hilda saw her life at home again, lying nude in bed surrounded by dozens of empty takeout boxes. She was sleeping the day away, like she always did. A bottle of whiskey was sitting on her bedside table, uncapped and unfinished.

Then, she was in her luxury home in Undella Town. She was naked from the waist down, lying on her white couch in her living room. The television was on, but she wasn’t listening to it. Instead, she was scrolling through her Xtransceiver, with two fingers in her cunt and thumb working her clit. Small moans escaped Hilda’s mouth as she played with herself.

“You don’t want this back,” Iris repeated, though her voice sounded far less like herself.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~!” Rosa’s shrill cry brought Hilda back to reality as haphazard sprays of her cousin’s squirt flooded into her mouth. Hilda swallowed quickly, drinking down as much of Rosa’s eruption as she could. Some of it was spilling, breaking off the seal of the lips and covering Hilda’s head and shoulder blades with the debris of Rosa’s intense orgasm. “OOOOOOOOOH~! YESSSHHHHHH~! THAT TONGUE~!”

Hilda’s grip on Rosa’s thighs tightened as she tried to focus solely on drinking down her cousin’s finish, and not on what had just happened between her and Sigilyph. The thoughts, however, continued to push through, even as Servine’s pace had reached a fever pitch, pounding hard into Hilda’s twat. Its tip was beating against Hilda’s cervix, which refused to open to it. Servine’s massive cock bucked, sending a shot of watery pre-cum into Hilda’s already drooling cunt.

“Fuck~ Fuck~ Oh Arceus Alive~” The sweat-soaked Rosa moaned, letting go of Hilda’s head. The bottom-heavy, squirt-stuffed slut pulled away from her cousin’s twat, drinking in air as she did so. More threads of saliva mixed with juice were connecting Hilda’s chin to Rosa’s snatch, but they quickly severed.

“Oooh, that tongue is amazing~” Rosa mewled, revelling in the afterglow of her finish. Hilda didn’t say anything. Her hands moved from Rosa’s thighs to the edge of the bed for support.

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“S-er-vine~” The Grass starter moaned.

“Oooh, I think someone else is almost done~” Rosa purred, sitting up and pulling herself away from Hilda. The pear-shaped whore’s massive ass was like a siren’s call to Servine, making the Grass type pound into her harder and harder with every thrust. Hilda’s belly, now swollen with squirt (though not nearly as big as it could get when filled with cum), wobbled and shook beneath her, kissing the sheets on the edge of the bed with every thrust.

“Servine!” The Grass stater moaned as its tip kissed Hilda’s cervix again. The watery cumshot and seed pods erupted into her, swelling her belly again. Hilda let out a whimper of pleasure, though her finish had long since come and gone without Hilda realising. Servine shuddered as it emptied a massive load of seed pods into Hilda’s stomach.

Rosa purred, watching as Hilda’s stomach grew a bit more, still not at the biggest she’d ever seen on her cousin, but Rosa knew there was more expansion to be had when Servine’s seed pods burst in her belly.

The next day, Hilda and Rosa departed the Plasma Estate early. Rosa was insisting on seeing more of Driftveil City before they continued north, much to Hilda’s chagrin. They got an early start right after morning sex with their starters. Hilda did her best to steer her cousin clear of all the tourist traps, but Rosa seemed to insist on falling for some. Plenty of food and even some useless trinkets were picked up as they slowly crawled throughout the city.

Eventually, they made their way south towards a massive construction project.

“What is all this?” Rosa wondered aloud as they arrived at the terminal that separated the construction site from the rest of Driftveil. Hilda looked over at the temporary fencing, noticing a series of posters.

“Looks like construction for the Pokémon World Tournament. From the looks of it, there’s gonna be a massive stadium built right here in Driftveil,” Hilda noted.

“You’d be right,” A deep voice grunted.

The girls turned to see a man in his late twenties. He was dressed down in sweatpants, a large hoodie and an unkempt beard. Hilda cocked her head to one side, her eyebrow furrowing as she gave the man a once-over. Her gaze dipped to his crotch, eyeing the outline of a massive dick in his pants.

“Eddie?” She asked.

“I wondered if the champion would recognise someone like me,” He chuckled. “Figured you had left this sort of stuff behind.”

“You know him?” Rosa asked, looking at her cousin. “Wait, did you …”

“Yes,” Hilda nodded. “It’s how I got into the Cold Storage that used to be here to confront Team Plasma.”

“Fun,” Rosa nodded. “So … what happened to this place?”

“Some committee came in and offered the city an assload of money to let them demolish our main port and build a stadium here,” Eddie explained. “Plenty of dock workers lost their jobs. There are a lot fewer construction positions than there is need for Longshoremen.”

Rosa frowned. “That’s awful, and all this for a stadium?”

“It’ll bring a lot of revenue into the city,” Hilda noted. “Plus, look at how nice it looks. The Cold Storage was so dingy.”

“It’s just a stadium,” Rosa sneered. “It can only do one thing. And it’s not like Clay is moving his gym to the stadium.”

Hilda shrugged. “Clearly, the city council saw it as a good investment.”

“More like a good way to make some quick cash,” Eddie grunted.

“I thought I heard a familiar voice,” called a familiar voice.

Rosa and Hilda both turned to see the lithe form of a Gym Leader they hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Cheren!” Hilda cheered, her face lighting up at seeing her old friend again.

“Hills,” Cheren said nonchalantly as he emerged from the terminal that led to the tournament grounds. “Good to see you. Rosie, you as well.”

“Hi, Cheren,” Rosa nodded.

“What are you two doing so close to such a dangerous site?” Cheren asked jokingly, stepping over to the group.

“Just learning about the horrors of monied interests,” Rosa grinned.

“Ahh, the enemy of the world,” Cheren replied with a chuckle. He paused, looking at the ratty-looking man, a few years older than him. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’re acquainted.”

“Eddie, I used to work there,” He gestured with his chin.

“I see,” Cheren nodded. “Are you planning to participate?”

Eddie scoffed. “In what? The tournament that put me out of a job? Fat chance.”

Cheren nodded. “Well, suit yourself. I happen to be one of the people tasked with overseeing the tournament. The League thinks it’ll look good to have one of its ‘young stars’ at the helm. It’s me and Clay, since he refused to sign off on the project without some oversight, and of course, exclusive rights to have certain materials come straight from his mine.”

“We just say Clay,” Hilda noted. “Rosa earned her fifth Gym Badge.”

“Five already,” Cheren grinned, looking over at Rosa, stealing a glance at her fat tits. “And barely a month into the League’s season. You’ll have more than enough time to train for the tournament at the end. You might even beat Hilda’s record for collecting eight badges.”

Rosa gave a bashful smile, her face turning red at Cheren’s praise. “Oh, thanks … just following her guidance. She was champion for a reason, y’know?”

“Oh .. I know,” Cheren sighed, remembering that he had placed second behind Hilda in the finals of that year, but nobody seemed to care about that.

“I think I’m gonna head out, good to see you again, Hilda,” Eddie stated with a rough grunt, clearly fed up with being shut out of the conversation.

“Bye, Eddie!” Hilda waved to him. “Text me later, I want to see you before I leave Dirtfveil.”

He waved at her but said nothing, disappearing into the crowd.

“Planning a final hookup?” Rosa chuckled.

“Maybe,” Hilda grinned. “So, Cheren, you can give us a backstage tour? We got plenty of ways to persuade you~”

Hilda moved close to her best friend, flirtatiously walking two fingers up his svelte chest. Cheren’s hand came down, grabbing a handful of Hilda’s gargantuan ass, groping the effectively exposed cheek hard.

“Oh, don’t worry, I was planning on having some fun with you two the moment I heard your voices,” He grinned. Both whores let out a whimper at his words.

Cheren led the duo through the construction site. Hilda walked quickly, hoping that the noise of hard work would cover the thunderous clapping of her ass cheeks. But it seemed that some of the workers were a little too observant, and the busty bitch and pear-shaped slut were soon at the mercy of catcalls.

Gross thugs Hilda thought, completely forgetting that several of them were the same Cold Storage workers she’d sucked off only a few years prior.

I bet these guys are super hung~ Rosa thought, half considering flashing the workers. She didn’t, only because pulling her top off was far easier than putting it back on.

The trio slipped away from the workers and into the large entry. It was a massive structure of glass and steel, all the hallmarks of modern architecture. Once inside, the warmish heat of the day was replaced by a brutal blast of conditioned air, instantly cooling any hints of sweat on their bodies.

“Here we are,” Cheren said, gesturing with one hand, the other buried in his pocket. “In a few months, this is where the best trainers from all over the world will gather to compete in a grand tourney to determine who truly is the very best, like no one ever was.”

There was a massive display of LED screens hanging like a Chandelier in the middle of the room, all of them currently offline. Half a dozen busty and thicc Nurse Joys were working to set up a miniature Pokémon centre off to the left. Ahead of them was a long row of countertops like one would see in an airport.

“Trainers register over there, on-site medical staff, training grounds off to the left and then dozens of built-in bedrooms up either escalator. The Champions Village is built into the stadium area to keep people from wandering too far. Plus, with all the visitors to the City, their regular hotels will be full.”

“Arceus Alive, this’ll probably double or triple the city’s population for a little while,” Hilda said, her head turning every which way in awe.”

“And is any of the city’s infrastructure outside of where the tournament is being held being upgraded for that?” Rosa asked, crossing her arms indignantly under her massive bust, lifting her huge tits in the tight top that now had some sweat stains.

“Oh, shush,” Hilda waved a dismissive hand at her cousin. “So, how’s this gonna affect the League?”

“It’ll be during the off-season,” Cheren replied. “So some trainers from the League will even be able to compete. Rosie, you might be able to enter if you place high enough.”

“Lovely. And I’m guessing you two already qualify and don’t have to fight for a spot?” The busty bitch asked in a flat, unimpressed tone.”

“Gym Leader,” Cheren replied, raising his hand with a sly grin.”

“Former Champion,” Hilda added, raising her hand as well. “We have nothing to prove, rookie.”

Rosa clicked her tongue against her teeth and rolled her eyes. Hilda and Cheren look at one another, exchanging a grin of satisfaction.

“So, Cher-bear,” Hilda began, using her old nickname for her old friend. “Those rooms upstairs …?”

Cheren chuckled, shaking his head. “You really never change, huh, Hills? Bianca said she saw you two recently.”

Hilda’s face turned a flushed red. Cheren had no idea about her and Bianca’s preferences when it came to Pokémon. Her eyes flicked nervously to Rosa, then back to Cheren, who did not seem to notice the glance.

“Oh? What did she say?” Hilda asked.

“Just that you two got up to some ‘old time fun’,” Cheren laughed before extending a finger towards Rosa. “Even got some new blood involved.”

Rosa could only smile, sensing that the finer details of what she, Hilda, and Bianca had done were best left unmentioned. Hilda’s arms suddenly leapt out, wrapping around Cheren’s extended appendage. She pressed her small breasts up against his chest, turning her head towards him.

“Speaking of ‘old fun’,” She purred, desperately trying to change the subject. “What say you and me and Rosie go break in one of those bedrooms?”

A grin crossed the gym leader’s face. Rosa’s gaze fell to his crotch, watching as his massive cock began to grow in his tight pants. The busty whore licked her lips, feeling a damp spot forming in her frilly short-shorts.

“Like I said, never change, Hills,” Cheren replied with a seductive grin on his face.

Hilda’s hand extended up, cupping the side of Cheren’s face with a level of intimacy that the bottom-heavy whore did not normally display so easily.

“I’d never,” She replied in a surprisingly soft voice. “You’d miss me too much.”

Cheren’s hand came up, laying his palm over Hilda’s touch. “Follow me.”

He turned, taking her by the hand and leading her away. Hilda turned her head, making sure that Rosa was following. The trio moved through the under-construction building, walking up the frozen escalator and away from the main foyer.

The hallway was carpeted, with soft yellow lighting that was splashed against vinyl wood that decorated the walls. All the fixtures that one would find in a “luxury” apartment. The doors were thick pieces of wood, with small peepholes in them, all marked from one onwards, evens on one side, odds on the other.

“Arceus Alive,” Hilda hissed, looking back and forth as Cheren led them down the hallway. “These doors locked or something?”

“Oh, no,” Cheren grinned. “None of the locks work yet. But these are the basic accommodations. The elevator to the penthouses doesn’t work yet, but that’s where all the current champions will be staying. How about we go ruin Iris’ sheets?”

Hilda’s face lit up with excitement. “Yes!”

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Hilda’s ass cheeks began to slam together in her denim micro-shorts as she went from being led by Cheren to properly following him. Rosa was practically sprinting to keep up with the enthusiastic duo, her gargantuan tits beginning to spill out the bottom of her top.

Up another three layers of stairs, and they arrived at the penthouses. Cheren opened the door for the one that bore the flag of Unova.

“Arceus Alive!” Hilda exclaimed.

The room was lavish. A massive king-sized bed sat upon a raised pedestal that was surrounded by massive floor-to-ceiling windows. To the left of the door was a large kitchen area, including an island and a counter. There was an empty bar station on the wall. To the right was a recessed lounge pit with a genuine fireplace and a large table for hosting people. Off to the right in the back corner of the room was a walk-in closet. Two large televisions, one in the pit, one near the bed.

“This place is amazing!” Hilda exclaimed.

“This palace is excessive,” Rosa grunted, less than impressed with the monument to commodity. 

“Like I said,” Cheren began. “Only the Champions will be staying in rooms like this. So, if someone manages to upset Iris this year, then this room would be theirs.” He grinned at Rosa.

“Right,” Rosa nodded. “So, I take it those basic bitch rooms we passed on our way here would be where you and Hilda stay?”

“I’ll have my own quarters due to being involved in the administration of the tournament. But yeah, that’s where Hilda’ll stay,” Cheren nodded.

“But for now, we’re staying here.” Hilda declared and tossed her bag to the floor. Next went her vest, shimmying it off and leaving her only in micro-shorts and her white t-shirt. She looked at Rosa, then at Cheren. “Can we stay the night here? Rosa and I are heading north to Mistralton after this.”

Cheren shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

Rosa sighed. “Hills, shouldn’t we focus on some training? I barely clinched that W against Clay.”

Hilda waved a hand. “That’s for later, Rosie. Trust me? Don’t remember how good Cheren’s cock tastes? This time you can even suck it hard and drink all that yummy nut sludge~”

Rosa’s thighs rubbed together as the memory of his taste filled her mind. Her nipples were rigid under her top, unable to hide her body’s physical reaction to the thought of sucking Cheren’s dick again.

“That’s what I thought,” Hilda purred. She tossed her baseball hat to the side and peeled her white shirt up and over her body, revealing her contoured waist and soft, bud-like breasts. Cheren’s cock was bucking in his pants, threatening the stitching of his tight pants.

I bet this was his plan from the moment he saw us outside the fence~ Hilda thought as she reached down to undo the button and tiny zipper of her shorts No doubt he’s been thinking about fucking us again since that day back in Aspertia~ How could his cock ever get over bodies like ours? 

Rosa, meanwhile, had tossed her visor aside and was pulling her baseball tee over her head. Her two huge backbreakers, magnitudes larger than her head, jiggle and shook on her chest, pushing the air out of her lungs as they slapped against her ribs.

She tossed her shirt to the floor, the action making her chest wobble wildly.

“Arceus Alive~” Cheren hissed. He dropped his shirt to the floor, revealing his svelte chest, with no muscle tone to it at all. He undid the zipper, buckle, and belt of his suit pants. They fell to the floor, leaving the gym leader completely nude. Both whores cooed with pleasure at the sight of the thick, vein-covered dick that leapt forward, jutting out from Cheren’s thin body like the bowsprit of a ship.

“Fuuuuck~!” Rosa mewled, rubbing her thighs together. “It’s soooo big.”

The massive dick bucked in response to Rosa’s words, as if the dick had heard the compliment. A small drop of pre-cum leaked from Cheren’s slit, glistening in the overhead light.

“I believe last time Rosa sucked on my nuts while I pumped a massive load into Hilda’s guts,” Cheren commented.

Both whorish cousins bit their lips, whimpering as Cheren summoned the lewd memories.

“So how about this time, Hills, you can suck on my sack while I throat fuck your cousin?” Cheren suggested.

“Works for me~” Rosa mewled.

“Fine,” Hilda rolled her eyes. “But only because we have all night in here.”

Both of the slutty cousins quickly closed the distance between themselves and Cheren. Rosa and Hilda fell to their knees as Cheren approached them. His massive cock jutted out between the two of them, dividing their heads despite their shoulder blades touching. Hilda and Rosa turned their heads, finding their view of one another obscured by the thick form of Cheren’s dick.

Without a word, both whorsih cousins leaned forward, puckering their lips.

KISS~! KISS~! KISS~! SMOOCH~! SMACK~! SMOOCH~! KISS~! SMOOCH~! SMOOCH~! KISS~! SMACK~! KISS~!

Both Hilda and Rosa planted a series of sloppy kisses all up and down Cheren’s huge dick. Rosa’s gargantuan chest was bridging the gap between the two cousins, filling the area between their torsos with ease. Their rigid nipples were kissing, sending jolts of pleasure through both of the sluts as they orally worshipped Cheren’s dick. He grunted as Hilda’s soft lips pressed against his throbbing veins, the weak spot she had exploited for so many years.

Rosa’s oral assault was much more sporadic, moving her mouth up and down the shaft. Her lips would part to allow her to lick at the warm, turgid skin of Cheren’s dick. Moans of pleasure from both whores filled the room. Hilda’s hand raised, cupping the bulbous head of Cheren’s cock. She smeared his pre-seed onto her palm, then twisted her hand around to start spreading it along the rigid shaft.

“Good girl~” Cheren moaned, knowing how Hilda liked to be talked to.

“Thank you, sir~” Hilda broke her kiss for a moment.

“Thank you, sir~” Rosa repeated a moment later.

Guess they have a lot in common despite opposite bodies Cheren thought, realising both of the cousins were terribly submissive. Rosa and Hilda soon found each other on Cheren’s cock, making out with each other through the massive dick. Hilda’s other hand groped Rosa’s titanic tits, squeezing and kneading the massive backbreakers like they were wads of dough. Rosa mewled with pleasure at the stimulation. Both cousins had massive damp spots in their shorts, aching for relief.

Ooooh, Arceus Alive~! This cock is so yummy~! Rosa's mind was fighting hard to keep sentience as her more base urges to become a mindless fuckdoll began to creep in from all sides. The smell of Cheren’s cudgel of a cock was wafting through the air, being drunk in by the busty bitch with deep, aroused breaths, pumping her lungs full of cock-scented air. Her plump-enough thighs were rubbing together as she tried to alleviate the ache in her core, desperate for the touch of anything at all.

KISS! KISS! SMACK! SMOOCH! KISS! SMOOCH! SMACK! KISS! MWUAH~! MUWAH~! KISS! SMACK! SMOOCH!

Her mouth was alive with movement, desperately trying to cover every inch of Cheren’s thick dick in her spittle, mixing it with the pre-cum that was being spread around by her cousin. Cheren’s hands were on both of their heads now.

“You two are teases~” He hissed seductively. His fingers gripped tightly around Hilda’s long ponytail and one of Rosa’s huge twin tails. Both whorish cousins let out submissive whimpers as they were pulled away from Cheren’s dick, thin strands of saliva connecting their pouty lips to his thicc shaft for a moment before the distance travelled snapped them. Cheren’s huge cock bucked between the two, immediately attracting their attention.

BA-BUMP~!

BA-BUMP~!

Both sluts were now covered in gooseflesh as arousal coursed through their veins like blood. Pathetic whimpers and mewls were slipping quietly from their lips as their eyes flicked back and forth between Cheren’s intense glare down at them and the cock they had been orally worshipping only a moment prior.

“We may have all night, but I’m feeling impatient,” Cheren continued in his new tone that sent tingling sensations down their spines. “So, Rosa, be a good bitch, and suck my cock like I told you to.”

“Mmmmm~” Rosa moaned, biting her lip. “Yes, sir~”

Cheren released his grip on Rosa’s hair, letting the busty bitch move under her own power. She retreated from the normal type gym leader towards the tip of his cock. Both of her hands clutched the massive dick, finding that he was so girthy that she couldn’t completely ensnare it with both hands working together, touching middle finger tips and thumbs.

It’s so damn thick~! It’s gonna be like getting fist-fucked by a Throh! The whore thought. She let her tongue fall from her mouth and began to lap at the bulbous head in front of her. Cheren let out a grunt at the stimulation, his cock twitching in her grip. She could feel his puffy veins throbbing against her soft palms, only turning her on more.

I won’t be able to hold this cum cannon in place with my hands alone~ Rosa realised. She reached down and arched her back, grabbing hold of her gigantic backbreakers and hefting them up to wrap around the first half or so of Cheren’s huge dick. His throbbing veins pounding against her soft tits, beating in competition with Rosa’s heart.

I can feel his veins pounding against my whole chest~! It’s like having a pulse-vibrator between my tits~! The busty bitch let out a moan as her lips puckered against the tip, drinking the pre-cum that was leaking from the spongy head of his cock.

“She looks good when she’s loving on a cock~” Cheren grinned, glancing down at Hilda, whose hair was still held tightly in his grip.

“I know~” Hilda purred, rubbing her thighs together. “But, it’s always beautiful watching a master artist working their craft.”

“Speaking of,” Cheren continued. “Your mouth could be put to use as well.”

Hilda was forced to bend lower, pushing her massive ass up into the air to compensate for the sudden drop in her front half. Her denim micro-shorts were turned completely into a thong by the sudden shift in stance, the material all coalescing into the chasm that lay between her mountainous cheeks.

CLAP~!

Hilda’s eyes flicked up, finding herself face-to-face with Cheren’s massive, full nuts. The two huge testicles hung in the saggy sack, rumbling and shaking slightly as they churned and produced the massive loads Hilda and Rosa would no doubt spend the next several hours drinking in all their holes. The bottom-heavy slut was salivating as black hearts burned brightly in her pupils, staring down the prize.

Giritina’s Great Void~! Why can’t I drink cum through the sack?! I need all that yummy nut sludge in my belly now~! Hilda’s cunt was aching for any sort of stimulation, just like Rosa’s. The pear-shaped whore opened her mouth wide, swallowing both balls effortlessly.

Cheren grunted, gritting his teeth as the stimulation from Hilda’s mouth was merely a garnish to Rosa, who, at the same time Hilda swallowed, plunged forward on Cheren’s dick. The busty brat pounded her dick pillows up against Cheren’s crotch as she shunted herself down his cudgel of a cock, swallowing a foot without any hint of difficulty and burying her face in her massive tits.

SUCC~! SUCC~! GULP~! GULP~! GULP~! SWALLOW~! GULP~! GLUKK~! GLUKK~! SWALLOW~! SUCC~! GULP~!

Rosa’s head was a brown blur, bobbing up and down the massive shaft as she twisted her head every which way to maximise the pleasure. Her cunt was drooling between her legs, droplets of her arousal falling like rain from her soaked frilly shorts and leggings. Her tongue coiled around the thick dick, pressing hard into the puffy veins as she felt his arousal pumping through his cock. She swallowed, hollowing out her cheeks as best she could and constricting her throat.

It tastes even better than his nuts did~! Rosa thought, all of her energy put into pleasuring the cock in her mouth. Her hands gripped her massive tits tightly, fingers enveloped by the endless sea of soft skin that made up her mega milkers. The huge rack slammed against Cheren’s svelte crotch, threatening to knock the thin man over.

PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~! PLAP~!

Hilda’s lips were sealed around Cheren’s balls, her tongue bathing them in her spittle. She swallowed as well, dragging them deep into her throat, making her windpipe bulge awkwardly with their lumpy forms. One of her hands lifted, massaging her neck, feeling the balls rumbling inside her. She rubbed her thunderous thighs together, back arched, and head snapped backwards to use her mouth fully to worship her best friend’s nuts.

I'd better get the next load~! Hilda thought I can practically taste how much cum he’s producing right now~! Ooooh, fuck~! All this cock snot is gonna bloat my belly nice and big~! I’ll look pregnant with triplets made of ball slop~!

Cheren’s hands returned to Rosa’s head. Her brown eyes flicked open, white hearts burning brightly in them as she gazed up at Cheren with a Deerling-like expression. His fingers curled around her luscious brown locks, pulling on them and making her scalp sting slightly. He thrust forward and pulled on Rosa’s hairndle-bars at the same time. Rosa gagged wildly; she let go of her tits, letting the massive backbreakers drop and slam into her ribcage, forcing the air from her lungs at the same time that Cheren cut off her breathing.

SPUTTER~! GAG~! GAG~! SPUTTER~! HUTCH~!

Rosa gagged wildly, one of her eyes rolling back into her head. A shot of pre-cum erupted from Cheren’s tip straight into a rush of air. A splatter of slobber erupted from Rosa’s lips, coating her chin and cheeks, which were turning red. Pre-seed began to leak out of her nose, having found an exit. She went a bit limp in his grip, but still awake, even though one eyelid fluttered shut. Cheren began to pump Rosa up and down his shaft by her hair, thrusting into her like her mouth and throat were nothing more than a sex toy.

“Fuck~!” Cheren grunted, his massive cock bucking inside of Rosa’s tight windpipe, battering her soft innards with his hard form. “That’s a good fucking mouthpiece~ Suck it harder~”

Rosa swallowed as best she could, her body still recovering from the sudden invasion of cock, the tip of which was now in her stomach. She could feel his puffy veins pounding on the underside of her chestplate, threatening to crack a rib to make more room for his impressive girth.

Hilda, meanwhile, was having fewer struggles as she swallowed Cheren’s big balls as deeply into her throat as the sagging sack would allow. She bathed the skin in saliva, gargling it as she did everything she could to stimulate the nuts and make them make more cum. One of Hilda’s hands had slipped between her plump thighs, into her micro-shorts, and was now playing with herself. Two fingers inside her sopping wet cunt and a thumb stimulating her clit. Her moans vibrated Cheren’s nuts, testing the gym leader’s resolve as he continued to facefuck Hilda’s cousin.

“Fuck~” Cheren grunted as his cock bucked again, sending a shot of cock water straight into Rosa’s stomach. The taste rushed back up Rosa’s throat, seeming to restore some life to the half-brain-dead, busty bitch. Her eyes blinked and refocused, looking in the same direction for the first time in some time. Her tongue coiled around Cheren’s huge member, lathering it in spittle and praise. 

His grip on Rosa’s hair tightened, causing the busty bitch to whimper in anticipation of what might be coming. Indeed, Cheren picked up his pace again, but it was not nearly as bad as it had been before. The gym leader was gnashing his teeth together, wincing hard. Hilda could feel his nuts slowly starting to contract, retreating up towards his crotch. She did her best to keep them in her throat, but it was a losing battle.

“Oooooh~!” Cheren moaned. “Fuck~! Arceus Alive~! I’m cumming~! I’m cumming~!”

His massive dick engorged itself even more inside of Rosa’s throat, clogging her windpipe completely. Rheumy liquids streamed down Rosa’s face as she felt the massive member erupting into her stomach. Rope after rope of thick cum sprayed into the busty bitch’s belly, making it swell quickly. Rosa mewled and moaned as the taste overwhelmed her brain. Her neglected cunt was crying out for something to be done to it, unable to cross the line from the sensations of her mouth alone.

Hilda’s fingers were buried to the base knuckle in her pussy as her thumb worked her clit hard. But, like Rosa, orgasm eluded her for a moment. The bottom-heavy slut moaned, rolling her eyes back in her head as she felt the nuts releasing their massive load.

I want it~! I want it~! The pear-shaped slut thought.

Cheren knocked his head back, letting out a primal groan of pleasure as the orgasmic bliss washed over his body. His grip on Rosa’s hair tightened and loosened and tightened and loosened as his nervous system sputtered in response to the pleasure. His stream slowed to a trickle, then to nothing at all. He pulled his still hard cock from Rosa's throat like unsheathing a sword. It glistened with her spittle and some dick debris left behind.

Hilda released Cheren’s balls from her mouth, all now bathed in saliva.

Hilda and Rosa repositioned themselves, admiring the sight of Cheren’s spit-soaked dick.

“I believe we have some sheets to ruin~” Hilda purred, pulling some hair off her sweat-covered face.

“I think we can ruin the couch and some carpeting, too, at this rate,” Cheren grinned at the two sluts. His massive cock bucked wildly between his legs, sending a shot of pre-seed into the air. It arched and splattered onto Rosa’s huge tits. Both whores were on their feet in an instant, pulling off their remaining clothes.

“I want his next load~” Hilda demanded as she pulled her denim micro-shorts down.

“Fine,” Rosa said, her cum-stuffed belly wobbling as she pulled down her frilly shorts. “But I’m getting a load on my tits.”

“Don’t worry~” Cheren declared.

SPANK~!

SPANK~!

He struck both their ass cheeks hard, silencing both of the submissive sluts.

“Plenty of ball batter to go around. We won’t stop to every inch of your skin, and this room is covered in squirt or cum,” He declared before throwing his arms around the two whorish cousins and walking them over to the bed.