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Pokemon Sword Sheath	By : Scrying Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 1409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Patrat fell to the ground, unconscious. Mareep was huffing, out of breath after so many consecutive battles. Scratches and dust covered the Wool Pokémon from head to tail. Route 19 was littered with dozens of knocked-out Pokémon and had been for several days.
“We can’t keep this up,” Hilda noted, her arms crossed in front of her meagre bust, “The other Pokémon on this route will get wise to the fact that we’re here to fight. We should start back towards Route Twenty.”
Rosa let out a frustrated grunt, turning and looking at her cousin (and making her huge tits sway in her tight top), “Why are we even doing this? This is so stupid! My Pokémon are fine!”
“Because no trainer wants to cross paths with you if I’m your tutor,” Hilda replied sternly, lying straight to Rosa’s face. The actual truth of the matter was that Terrell had spread the word about Hilda whoring herself out for Rosa’s victories and now every trainer between Aspertia and Virbank were trying to wager Hilda’s body on the match. This left the much slower grind as the only option - battling wild Pokémon until Rosa’s team was strong enough.
The busty slut had deposited her Purrloin with Professor Juniper in a rather cold and impersonal use of the storage system. Hilda was glad for that, not wanting to speak to the professor given the circumstances. This action left Rosa’s team four strong - in Snivy, Mareep, Lillipup, and Riolu. The training was progressing slowly, with only Snivy taking to the idea of battling. The Pokémon’s move pools were all poor. Relying almost completely on Scratches and Tackles and Quick Attacks. And so, the two cousins had been scouring Route 20 for a few days, fighting all day and returning to Alder’s home at night (where Hilda would lie with Alder and Rosa would lie with her team, minus Riolu).
“If we head up to Route Twenty, does that mean we’re finally moving on to Virbank?” Rosa asked in a bored tone.
Hilda shook her head, “No, we’re heading back to Aspertia. You’re going to challenge the Gym Leader.”
Rosa was silent for a moment as the words hit her inner ears. Her face recoiled, shaking slightly with closed eyes as the audio shock wave slammed into her, “E-excuse me? That was not part of this deal. I’m not interested in entering the tournament.”
“It’ll be good for you,” Hilda replied in a rather dismissive tone, “Plus it’ll help keep us on some sort of path for this journey.”
“I thought we were just going to Virbank? I thought all this was to just teach me how to defend myself?” Rosa asked, gesturing towards her Mareep.
“Yeah, well … plans changed,” Hilda shrugged, an indifferent look on her face.
“Says who?” Rosa snapped in a haughty tone, placing her fists on her wide-enough hips.
“Me. The real fucking trainer here, tits-for-brains,” Hilda growled out, starting to lose her patience. She placed her hands on her triple-extra-wide hips, “You’re only going to get stronger under my tutelage, so you’re gonna do what I did. And what I did was challenge the gym circuit, win the tournament, destroy the Elite Four, and win. That. Goddamn. Championship.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Rosa let out a long, knowing noise, rocking her head back and forth slowly, “That’s what this is about. You want that title back.”
“W-what?” Hilda hissed.
“Yeah … that’s not my style,” Rosa lowered herself to the ground, sitting cross-legged in the grass (though it was hard to tell because her massive chest covered so much of her legs). She put an elbow onto her endless chest, bending her arm all the way backwards and resting her fist under her chin. Her other hand began to pick at the grass, ripping it up from the ground by the roots.
“What’s not your style?” Hilda asked, glaring down at her cousin, bending over slightly.
“Being champion,” Rosa replied in a rather dismissive tone, “That’s for you. I don’t really care about some stupid title.”
“T-this isn’t about me, it’s about securing your future. That’s why your mom asked me to travel wi-”
“No, it’s one hundred percent about you,” Rosa cut off her cousin, looking up and meeting her gaze. “They want me to help cheer you up. Both our moms think we’re shut-in freaks, so they kicked us out of the house to travel together. The only difference is mom and Auntie Maude think you have your head on straight.”
Hilda was quiet for a moment, taking in Rosa’s words. She sighed, “I am the former champion of the Unova region. What exactly have you been doing?”
Rosa gave a small cough, thinking back to all the sex she’d been having with Snivy, “Nothing much, I guess. Like I said - shut-in.”
“Right. And going home isn’t an option,” Hilda stated, “So, you can either do the Gym Circuit or become a roaming trainer with no home and fighting for your meals and rooms.”
Rosa was quiet for a moment, “So … we’ll be travelling together further than Virbank?”
“Yeah,” Hilda nodded, “Yeah, we will be.”
Rosa paused from picking the grass, studying her pear-shaped cousin for a moment. Her face scrunched up in thought as she read every small movement that Hilda made.
“Alright … I’ll do the Gym Circuit,” Rosa said. She got back up to her feet. “I guess it’ll be a good way to earn a lot of cash quickly, right?”
Hilda grinned, “Thank you.”
Rosa dusted herself off, brushing away the dirt that had collected on her leggings, “So… this first gym. It’s back in Aspertia?”
“You … didn’t know there’s a gym in your own city?” Hilda asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
“I don’t know every damn building in town, ‘cuz,” Rosa replied in a flat, unamused tone.
Hilda clicked her tongue against her teeth, “Well … there is. It’s Normal Type, run by an old friend of mine.”

Cheren Belić was a well-to-do man. From the quiet, rural world of Nuvema, he had been gifted an Oshawott from Professor Juniper and helped along with his Pokémon Journey from day one. He’d competed in several Pokémon Tournaments, even going to the finals of Unova his rookie year, but losing to his childhood friend, Hilda Blackburn. Of course, no one ever spoke of that, because that same year was Hilda’s rookie year. She beat him and made a run at the League, claiming the championship from Alder in her first year in the circuit (after some rather hectic events surrounding Team Plasma).
He was older now and retired from Trainer life. He had opened a school to teach impoverished inner city kids in Aspertia about Pokémon. He had even struck a deal with the League to have the school double as a gym, allowing for his students to have a leg up. The graduation ceremony was a gym battle, meaning that they would be fully registered for the league and already have a badge. The new League Circuit was set to open next week.
Cheren was in his office, going through the numerous applications he had received from trainers all across the city. Most of them didn’t even own a Pokémon, but he was ready to handle that, having a Ditto of his thanks to a year of doing the Kanto Circuit (which he once again lost - but made it to the final four). Each trainer who didn’t have a Pokémon would be given an egg for a Lillipup on day one.
As he sat in repose, legs up on his desk, flipping through applications, he heard a knock at the front door. The curious man looked up, a frown on his face.
Who the hell could that be? He wondered.
He rose from his desk, leaving the papers behind and made his way to the locked door at the front of the building, which they had renovated into a school. He reached forward, undoing the brass deadbolt and pulled the door open.
“Yes? Hello?” He asked in a soft voice. He nearly leapt out of his skin at the sight before him. A massive rack barely contained in a white baseball t-shirt top with baby blue sleeves. The shorts pair of frilly yellow short-shorts and a pair of leggings all over what would normally be considered plump and thicc thighs if not contrasted by the gargantuan industrial bakery poured into what could only be described as a denim thong standing just beside her. Two brunettes with long, thick hair, contained under pink and white caps, were standing on the doorstep, smiling at the man.
“Cher Bear,” Hilda grinned, “Long time no see. You’re grown up.”
Cheren was dressed in a white button-up shirt, pressed and ironed properly. An orange tie with a green Mega Stone that he had gotten in Kalos hung from his neck. A pair of rather vibrant blue slim-fit dress pants covered his scrawny legs all the way down to the nice pair of full-grain brown leather shoes, with black socks to hide his ankles.
“H-Hilda,” He managed to gasp out, “I … What are you doing here?”
“My cousin is here to challenge the Gym Circuit. I figured you might be the best option to ease her into it,” Hilda replied, gesturing towards the busty woman standing closer to Cheren.
“Hi, I’m Rosa,” She said, giving him a wave.
“Hello,” He greeted her before turning his attention back to Hilda, “Hills, the Circuit doesn’t open for another week. T-this school hasn’t even opened for the semester. I don’t think we can have a Gym Battle.”
“Oh, c’mon, Cher Bear,” Hilda replied, “No one will know. We have the battle. If she wins, just give us the badge and then log it next week. You’re gonna be so flooded with battles on opening day anyway, the League’ll never scrutinise how many badges you give out unless you lose every challenge.”
Cheren was silent for a moment, clearly weighing his options. His eyes fell on Rosa and Hilda’s bodies again. The latter of whom was nothing new to him, having lost his virginity in a foursome with Hilda, her twin brother Hilbert, and their other neighbourhood friend Bianca. The four had effectively been in a polycule for years until their rookie season. Since then, he hadn’t seen Hilbert and rarely saw Bianca.
But Rosa was just as alluring as her cousin. And it was nearly impossible not to ogle at her chest. The busty slut recognised this attention as Cheren was blatantly giving it, pushing her tits out to make them seem even bigger in comparison to her body.
Same old Cheren Hilda thought Still a pervert hiding in the shell of a prude
Hilda was too busy enjoying Cheren’s obvious gawking at Rosa; she didn’t notice that Rosa seemed to be receiving the attention well.
“Alright,” Cheren relented, “You’ll have your battle. Just let me go prepare. You two can head through that hallway to the back; that’s where the battle grounds are.”
He gestured into the building, pointing to a long hallway to his right that seemed to wrap around the entire length of the building.
“Thank you,” Hilda said as she and Rosa stepped inside, following Cheren’s instructions. The normal type gym leader split off, retreating into a nearby door and disappearing into the school.
“So … normal types,” Rosa began to muse aloud as they walked, “Riolu will resist the attacks, right? I don’t want her to get hurt too badly.”
“Not every type that is strong against one resists that type. Fighting deals stronger damage to normal types, but doesn’t resist it. Plus. Riolu doesn’t have any fighting-type attack moves aside from Counter, but that requires you to get hit,” Hilda explained. “Just stick to the plan. My strategy will carry you to victory. Do exactly what I told you to do.”
The door to the back yard was in front of them. Rosa turned the handle, stepping out into a large dirt yard with a white rectangle painted onto it. Smaller rectangles hung off both ends, denoting where the trainers stood, with benches behind that for coaches and friends to watch from. In the middle was a Pokéball logo, with a line running through the middle of it, denoting the ‘sides’ of the arena. Rosa and Hilda made their way to the right side. With Hilda sitting down, feeling the cool metal up against her effectively bare ass. She tried not to shudder or moan as the cool steel pressed against her warm flesh, sending a shot of pleasure up her spine from the contact with one of the most sensitive spots on her body. She looked at her cousin, sensing Rosa’s nerves. The busty trainer was tense, hopping back and forth from one foot to the other.
“Just remember what we talked about,” Hilda stated sternly, “Trust the strategy.”
Rosa turned her head to look at Hilda, trying to project confidence, but a clear mark of concern was all her expression had to offer, “R-right. They’re just normal types, after all.”
The sound of a door opening drew their attention back around. Cheren walked rather calmly out to the battlefield, adjusting his orange tie as he did so. In his off hand were two shrunken Pokéballs that he was spinning around with dexterous fingers. The entire yard was silent as a small breeze blew through, kicking up some dust. The only sound to accompany it was his footfalls in the dirt. Rosa felt her heartbeat increasing rapidly, beating so hard it was making her massive tits jiggle in her tight top. Her hands clenched into tense fists, her teeth pressing hard together as her jaw locked up slightly.
Trust Hilda’s process… she was the champion after all Rosa tried to calm herself down. The normal type gym leader stopped, turning on his heels to face the busty slut.
“This will be a two-on-two match,” He declared, “First one to knock out the opponent’s entire team will be the victor. Only the challenger will be allowed to swap out mid-battle.”
He pocketed one of his Pokéballs, growing the other to full size. He tossed it underhanded out into the field. The red and white separated, sending a blast of bright white energy into the centre of the field. Out popped a Patrat, standing ready to fight. He placed a cocksure hand on his hip, grinning across at the two cousins.
“Alright, show me what you’ve got,” He stated.
Rosa pulled her bag around, fishing through it very quickly. The four Pokéballs were labelled with type stickers. She selected the one bearing an orange-brown fist.
“Go! Riolu!” She declared. Another flash of white light and the Emanation Pokémon came forth. The bipedal Pokémon stood tall, clenching its paws into fists.
“Patrat, Leer!” Cheren ordered, thrusting his arm out, splayed fingers.
The normal type gave Riolu a stern gaze, making the fighting type take a step back.
“Riolu, stand firm,” Rosa ordered.
The Emanation Pokémon stood tall, trying not to let on that she was intimidated.
Curious … Cheren thought I guess Hilda has a strategy
“Leer again, Patrat!” He ordered.
Once again, Riolu felt a shiver run up her spine. She turned her head, looking to her train for guidance.
“Leer back, Riolu!” Rosa ordered. And the fighting type did, making the normal type lose some nerve.
“Alright, Patrat! Tackle!” Cheren ordered.
The normal type rushed forward, grabbing their arm and ducking into their shoulder. Riolu stood tall, planting her feet. The normal type slammed into the fighting type. Her two paws dug into the sand, dragging backwards as the force of impact moved her. The fighting type let out a howl of pain. Patrat gnashing their teeth together as they pushed themself hard into the Riolu.
Okay … Hilda, I trust you … I hope Rosa thought.
“Riolu! Counter!”
Cheren’s face changed to one of horror as the Emanation Pokémon reached up, grabbing the form of the normal type. With a hefting swing, they were picked up off the ground. The fur on Riolu’s form stood on end as a small wisp of blue aura formed around her. She used every last drop of strength, throwing the Patrat up and over her head and slamming it down onto the ground behind her, dropping herself to the ground with it. A small cloud of dust erupting upwards from the impact zone. As it cleared, the two trainers could see Riolu, fighting for air, but still up. Patrat’s eyes were spirals, the normal type, limp and unmoving.
“Alright …” Cheren said, holding a coy grin on his face, “Impressive.”
He pointed his Pokéball towards Patrat, returning it.
“That’s one down, but I have to wonder,” He continued, “Am I fighting Rosa or Hilda?”
The busty trainer’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“Shut up, Cheren!” Hilda declared, leaping up from the bench, pointing at her old friend and lover, “You’re just pissy ‘cus Rosa’s kicking your ass.”
Where did this come from? Rosa wondered, looking over her shoulder at Hilda, suddenly full of passion and rage.
“What’s the next move? Riolu’s pretty winded. I doubt they could handle another hit from whatever I send out. And Counter … because Riolu doesn’t know any more fighting-type moves,” He began to speak in a rather analytical tone. His hand went up to the side of his face, as if reaching to adjust a pair of glasses that weren’t there, “So … What’s next? You have another Pokémon to use. Or does Hilda want you to leave Riolu in?”
“Don’t listen to him,” Hilda stated to Rosa sternly, “He knows he’s done for, so he’s trying to get into your head. Trust my strategy.”
“Her strategy,” Cheren interjected. “I’m not giving Hilda a badge, Rosa. You’re the one trying to earn it.”
“So what, now she can’t have a coach?!” Hilda exclaimed, throwing her arms out wide.
“There’s a difference between a guiding hand and a pointing finger,” Cheren replied, “So … Rosa, I’ll send out my Lillipup. What are you going to do?”
Rosa looked over her shoulder at Hilda, the former champion, staring sternly at her cousin.
Leave Riolu in… she can handle both. It’ll be rough, but she can handle it Hilda’s orders rang in Rosa’s head. She turned and looked at the field, watching as the Emanation Pokémon struggled to her feet. Her legs were shaking, weak from the pain of the hit that Patrat had landed.
Cheren had produced his second Pokéball now, expanding it to full size. He thrust his arm outwards at the cousins, a stern look on his face, “Last chance. Who is Lillipup fighting?”
A hesitant hand went into Rosa’s tote bag. Hilda was on her feet, planting her boot into the dirt and clenching her fists, “Rosa, don’t let him get in your head!”
“Riolu, return!” Rosa declared, pointing the Pokéball at the weary fighting type. The Emanation Pokémon was withdrawn from the field in a glow of red energy. She dropped Riolu’s ball into her bag and retrieved another one, “Lillipup! Go!”
Cheren tossed his ball out as well. In two flashes of light, two normal types emerged. Rosa could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins.
“Interesting choice,” Cheren noted, reaching down to adjust his tie. Hilda slammed her palm into her forehead.
“Okay, Lillipup!” Rosa commanded, sweeping her hand through the air, making her massive chest jiggle and bounce wildly. Cheren’s gaze couldn’t help but be pulled away from the battle to admire the way Rosa’s back breakers strained her top. He was certain that he could hear the strains of the stitching. The normal type gym leader did not realise his ogling was under observation. Sitting rather crossly on the bench, Hilda had her arms in front of her bud-like breasts, flat and nothing compared to her busty cousin. Her face contorted in annoyance, mostly at her cousin for not listening, but partially also upset with Cheren.
That dumb pervert. He always liked Bianca’s tits way too much Hilda rolled her eyes, remembering how Cheren often tried (and failed) to seem like he wasn’t obsessed with sex Honestly, Rosa could just whip her top off and win by knockout. Cheren would probably faint at the size of those dick pillows!
“Lillipup! Bite!” Rosa ordered. Her Puppy Pokémon dashed forward, barking and growling at its opponent of the same species. Cheren managed to snap out of the hypnosis that Rosa’s chest had him in.
“Lillipup! Use Leer!” He ordered. His normal type planted their feet, baring fangs at the charging enemy. Rosa’s Lillipup lost just a bit of his momentum, slowing down ever so slightly as Cheren’s move hit him. All the same, Lillipup reached Lillipup, bearing his fangs and biting down hard into their shoulder. Cheren’s Lillipup yelped in pain.
“Bite Lillipup!” Cheren declared. His normal type cut their yelp of pain off and munched down, mirroring where Rosa’s Lillipup had bitten.
Oh no! Rosa thought, hearing as Lillipup let out a cry of pain Oh shit! Oh shit!
She started to turn her head towards Hilda, but managed to keep herself from turning around completely. She tried to keep her breathing under control.
“Uhhh … Bite again!” Rosa ordered. Lillipup let out a growl, clenching his jaw tighter into Lillipup’s fur.
“Bite as well, Lillipup!” Cheren countered. The two Puppy Pokémon were locked together, chewing on each other. Behind Rosa, on the bench, Hilda cocked her head to one side as she analysed the battle. The pear-shaped former champion was shaking her head, eyes shut.
Rosa … He lowered your defence. You won’t win this war of attrition She thought.
“Bite harder, Lillipup!” Rosa ordered.
“You do the same, Lillipup!” Cheren countered.
The two normal types were both shaking, losing stamina quickly. Rosa couldn’t see her Lillipup’s face, who was far more exhausted and in pain than his opponent. His legs were shaking, barely keeping his small form on its feet. The sharp fangs of his opponent dug further into his abdomen. His jaw started to loosen against the Lillipup. Cheren’s Lillipup pushed its feet into the dirt, making Rosa’s Lillipup take a few steps back.
A smirk spread across Cheren’s lips; the gym leader folded his arms across his chest, “Tackle!” He ordered. His Lillipup released the bite on Rosa’s. They planted their feet and lowered their head. It was a short, quick jab, right into the bite wound. Rosa’s Lillipup fully released Cheren’s, letting out a pathetic yelp as he was knocked off his feet, spinning over completely twice and coming to a halt, kicking up plenty of dirt. The Puppy Pokémon was out cold, spirals in the eye.
“Oh no!” Rosa declared.
“He baited you!” Hilda shouted from the bench, “You should have left Riolu in!”
“Come now, Hills,” Cheren chuckled, “Don’t be mean to your cousin. What kind of coach scolds her trainer for losing one Pokémon? Guess it won't be a shutout for her first match.”
Hilda gripped the bench tightly with her lithe fingers, gnashing her teeth together. She felt her chest tighten at Cheren’s taunting words.
You bastard She thought as she stared ahead at him. So vexed by his words, Hilda didn’t notice Rosa’s head, twisted around and staring at her.
Damn … he knows how to get to her Rosa thought I guess they were rivals back in the day. Wait … didn’t he face her in the finals their rookie year?
She turned her attention back to Cheren, studying his body. Her eyes rolled down his slender and svelte body. He was a rather small man, she was realising. Sloped shoulders, a tight chest (probably no bigger than her own). Her eyes stopped when they reached his crotch. She suddenly forgot she was in a Pokémon battle as she eyed the impressive bulge sitting on his crotch. His slim-fit suit pants were only further accentuating the size of his member, easily as thick as his extremely thin leg. Most of his body seemed underfed to the point of malnourishment, but not that cock. It seemed like the massive member was syphoning all of the vitality from the rest of his body.
Oh, Arceus … that thing’s massive. I thought Hugh was huge! She thought. Her nipples stiffened on her chest, far too obvious to hide in her skin-tight top.
“Hey, Rosa!” Hilda snapped, bringing the busty trainer back to reality, “Call out Riolu! I’d like to finish this match today!”
“R-right, sorry,” Rosa stumbled, trying to shake off the arousal she was feeling. Her hand reached down into her bag, pulling out Riolu’s ball. She tossed it out, and the Emanation Pokémon emerged. “Riolu! Quick Attack!”
The fighting type rushed forward, winding up her punch.
“Lillipup! Leer!” Cheren ordered. The Puppy Pokémon stood firm. Riolu stumbled, the same way Rosa’s Lillipup had. But the hit still connected, sending the normal type flying backwards, doing a full backflip in the air before landing on their stomach, unconscious.
Hilda leapt to her feet, staring at the battlefield in shock. “You did it!”
“I did it!” Rosa cheered, jumping into the air, making her fat tits jiggle and bounce in her tight top.
“You did it,” Cheren commented, reaching forward and returning Lillipup to their Pokéball. “Good work, Rosa. You’ve earned yourself a badge.”
“Hell yeah,” Rosa declared, pumping a fist into the air, a gesture which Rilou joined her on.
Hilda walked up behind her cousin, placing a hand on the busty trainer’s shoulder, “Take Riolu and Lillipup to the Pokécentre.”
“Oh, right,” Rosa nodded, “Wait … what about my badge?”
“It’ll be here when you get back,” Cheren smiled, approaching with his hands tucked into the pockets of his tight pants. “Your first priority as a trainer should always be your Pokémon’s health and well-being.”
Rosa nodded, “Right, of course. I’ll be right back.” She returned Riolu to her Pokéball and sprinted off, leaving Hilda and Cheren alone. A small smile was on Cheren’s face as he watched Rosa go, admiring the way he could still watch her massive chest jiggle and bounce from the back.
SMACK!
“Ouch!” He declared, reaching up and grabbing the back of his head. He turned to find Hilda glaring at him, hands on her triple-extra-wide hips, clenched into fists, “Good to see you again, too.”
“Shut up,” Hilda snapped, “What the hell was that?!”
“What was what?” Cheren blushed, looking away from Hilda, worrying that he was about to be scolded for his wandering gaze.
“Rosa is my trainee, not yours. I don’t need you playing mind games with her,” Hilda stated bluntly.
Cheren scoffed, partially out of relief that he wasn’t in trouble for staring blatantly at Rosa’s tits, “Hills … You really aren’t as clever as you think you are. Rosa is gonna be her own trainer. If she can’t strategise without you whispering in her ear, she’ll never make it past the first round of the finals.”
Hilda could only grunt and sneer at Cheren, “I am her coach. Not you.”
“She won, didn’t she?” Cheren shrugged, moving away from Hilda and heading back to the school.
“You used Leer,” Hilda followed after him, “You could have used Bite or Tackle, and that would have dropped Riolu.”
“Yeah, I could have,” Cheren replied, “But … that may have resulted in a tie, which means Rosa wins.”
He opened the door, holding it for Hilda. The pear-shaped former champion twisted her body to squeeze through the doorway. She shut the door behind them as Cheren turned on the balls of his feet, standing only inches from Hilda. He had grown a lot in the last few years, now over a full head taller than her. Hilda had to knock her head back to look up at him.
“So, are you done being mad that someone won a fight without listening to you?” Cheren asked in a pointed tone.
Hilda said nothing for a moment, looking away from Cheren. His hands moved forward, tracing his fingers across her arms. She softened a bit at his touch, bringing her eyes back to him.
“How have you been?” He asked in a far softer tone than he had had moments before.
“It’s been … difficult to deal with,” Hilda admitted.
Cheren nodded slowly, “I’m sorry.”
Hilda’s hands left her hips, reaching forward to take Cheren in them. She pulled him closer, “Maybe … Something could take my mind off it?”
“You haven’t changed a bit,” Cheren grinned, his cock beginning to stiffen in his pants. Hilda’s gaze dropped as she heard the familiar sound of flesh on cloth.
“Neither have you,” Hilda replied. She looked back up. Cheren craned his neck as the two connected with a passionate kiss. Tongues battling for dominance in each other’s mouths. Her hands leapt up, wrapping around the back of his neck. His hands dropped, grabbing her sloping, perfect hips. He gave a squeeze, pushing his fingers into her denim short-shorts that were nothing more than a glorified thong on her massive hips and thighs and ass. He pushed his weight onto her, spinning her a bit. Hilda’s gargantuan ass cheeks were against the wall in an instant, pressing hard into the wall behind her. He pushed himself forward, grinding his crotch up against her soft body. Hilda moaned as she felt her core clench, the taste of Cheren a perfect mix of familiarity and new.
His tongue plunged further into her mouth, the pear shaped whore completely surrendering to him. Her hands retreated, trying desperately to take off her vest. It slipped past her thin shoulders, falling only to land on her gargantuan backside, still pinned flush to the wall. Cheren’s hands moved to the front of Hilda’s denim thong-shorts. Dexterous digits undid the button that was fighting for its life to keep Hilda’s bottoms on. The zipper was undone next (only dropping an inch and a half - the full length of the teeth). His fingers dug into the small space that existed between the surprisingly soft denim and the extremely soft and inviting skin of Hilda’s thighs. He gave a hard tug, freeing the short-shorts from Hilda’s wide and soft hips. With a few more pulls, Hilda’s bottoms were around her ankles. Her puffy, perfect pussy on display. Her lips were glistening with arousal.
The kiss between the two finally broke, several strands of saliva connecting their mouths still. Hilda’s face was flushed with arousal. Black hearts of lust burning in her brown pupils.
“Dry spell?” Cheren chuckled as his hand moved back to his crotch.
“Only from your cock,” Hilda replied, licking her lips, “My pussy forgets your taste.”
Her hands dropped from Cheren’s neck. His hands and hers worked together to undo the buckle, zipper, and clasp on his suit pants. Her hands dove in, searching for the rigid form of his throbbing, hard cock. Hilda let out a gasp as her lithe fingers curled around the familiar, massive member. The throbbing veins pressed against her fingertips, letting her feel his heartbeat in her palm. She was breathing through her mouth, every exhale a shudder of anticipation. His pants fell a bit more, letting his massive member erupt outwards, jutting up into the air. The massive member reached back up to his chest, coming to rest only inches below Hilda’s mouth. Her tongue hung from her slack jaw, letting a thick strand of saliva fall from the pink appendage onto the rigid dick. Cheren sucked air in through his teeth as Hilda’s spittle landed on his bulbous and spongy cock head. She began to stroke him, spreading her spittle and the pre-cum he was leaking all across the turgid skin.
“Did you get bigger?” She asked, a smile crossing her face. She rubbed her thunderous thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the arousal she was feeling.
“Did I?” Cheren replied coyly, “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Why don’t you find out?” Hilda pushed off the wall, making Cheren step back. The pear shaped whore swung around, needing most of the room in the narrow hallway to do so. Her vest fell to the floor, leaving her dressed solely in her tank top as she stepped out of her shorts. The whore bent over, pushing her gargantuan, heart shaped ass out towards Cheren, feeling his rigid, girthy cock nestling in between her endless ass meat, “What do you think?” She purred, shaking her hips back and forth, “Bigger?”
SPANK!
Hilda let out a yelp as Cheren’s open palm slammed into her massive, pale cheek, turning her skin into a sea of motion from the impact as a red welt formed where his hand had struck. His fingers sank into her massive ass, enveloped by her soft, squishy flesh. He began to thrust his massive member between her huge cheeks. Pre-cum was drooling from the tip. His other hand went up, pulling Hilda’s shirt up to let his pre-seed fall straight onto her back. She let out a soft moan as the clearish liquid touched her sensitive skin. She began to gyrate and shake her massive hips, making her ass jiggle and rippled and clap around Cheren’s cock.
“Will you stop teasing already? My pussy is weeping for cock,” Hilda moaned, looking over her shoulder at her friend, “Don’t you want to feel how good my twat still feels? Your cock’s old personal cum dumpster.”
“If I remember correctly, I pissed as many loads of nut sludge into Bianca as I did you,” Cheren replied, smiling fondly at the thought.
“Maybe,” Hilda replied with a sensual purr, “But that bimbo isn’t here right now, is she. And your cock clearly needs some relief. I told you that no matter what happened I’d always be your cum dumpster, didn’t I?”
“Something like that,” Cheren replied, “I just figured since it’s been a while, you’d maybe had a change of heart.”
Hilda scoffed, rolling her eyes, “No matter what I am, champion, coach, I’m a whore first and foremost.”
SPANK!
She cooed, arching her back and making her massive ass somehow look even bigger. Cheren gripped Hilda’s hips tightly, pushing her forward. Her face was pressed sideways up against the wall of the narrow hallway. Cheren’s bulbous cock head dropped in between her cheeks, pressing up against her puffy pussy. With a single, sharp thrust, the normal-type gym leader penetrated Hilda.
“Haaaahhhhh!” She exclaimed, eyes wide, and pleasure flooded her nervous system. The black hearts practically glowing in her brown eyes. Her love tunnel instantly clutching down around Cheren’s girthy member as inch after endless inch plunged into her pussy. Her hands were splayed up against the wall, bracing as she felt his rigid cockhead slam into her cervix. A massive bulge was in her stomach, taking the vague shape of the cock currently coring out her cunt. Cheren’s grip on her soft hips tightened, fingers sinking into her flesh as he thrust into her hard. Hilda mewled, eyes rolling back in her head as waves of pleasure cascaded over her body. Her nipples were rigid on her bud-like breasts. The wooden floor beneath them was subjected to a sudden rain shower as droplets of squirt fell from Hilda’s snatch. His massive member bucked inside of her, battering her soft innards with his hard member.
“S-so,” Cheren grunted as he slammed his cock head into her cervix again, “Bigger?”
“Mmmmmm,” Hilda purred, biting her lip, “Soooooo big. I love this cock! Oh, Arceus, I love this cock! Deeper! Deeper! Punch through my cervix! I want to feel that tip in my womb!”
Cheren thrust hard, ramming his cock into her like a battering ram. The force of the impact made Hilda’s entire form lurch forward. The normal type gym leader was completely enthralled with the way her massive ass shook and moved with those harder thrust.
“You’re such a whore, Hilda,” Cheren growled through gritted teeth, knowing exactly what Hilda liked in bed, “Such a dirty little slut.”
The pear shaped former champion shuddered at the degrading words, her cunt clenching around Cheren’s massive cock. She could feel his puffy veins pressing against her most sensitive spots. Her moans grew louder and louder with every passing thrust from the normal type gym leader. His hand raised into the air, coming down with a vicious SPANK!
“HAHHHH!” Hilda shrieked. Her face was flushed with arousal, beet red as she was pushed into the wall from the force of Cheren’s rutting. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, completely unfocused as pleasure cascaded over her body in waves. Her skin was gooseflesh, toes curling in her boots. Splayed fingers pressed hard against the wall, trying to lessen the force of every impact. Her ass was sore as another brutal SPANK! connected, making her massive pale ass cheek sting as the red welt grew bigger and redder. His fingers curled tightly into the squishy hips, enveloped by her soft, squishy body.
PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP!
The noise of their romp was filling the school, echoing throughout the empty building. Hilda’s hips began to move, thrusting herself backwards onto his cock. One hand left the wall, reaching down to hold the outline in her torso, feeling as Cheren’s massive cock snaked in and out of her, stretching out her twat to its limit. The most sensitive spots inside of her reacting wildly as her cunt drooled onto the floor, squeezing him tighter and tighter with every pass. Hilda’s eyes rolled off in two different directions as her tongue draped against her chin, hanging from her slack jaw. Drool was falling from there as well, continuing to soak the wooden floor.
Cheren gnashed his teeth together as his cockhead punched through Hilda’s cervix. The massive, spongy tip ploughing up into her womb. The former champion mewled like the bitch in heat she was, throwing her head backwards. Cheren’s hand leapt up, grabbing hold of her abundant ponytail and yanking it hard.
“Ahhhhhh!” Hilda screamed as her head and torso were pulled from the wall. Her ribcage was pushed up against it with her head bent backwards all the way. Her body was pulled into a contorting arch, with the back of her head now hovering over her massive ass. Cheren had wrapped her hair around his wrist, holding it with an iron grip. The pear shaped whore could feel the shift in the air between her head and her ass as her massive bakery of a behind continued to jiggle and clap together. Cheren stared down at her, admiring the lust in her eyes with a rather contemptuous look. Hilda couldn’t stop moaning and mewling, haggard breaths escaping her lips. He craned his neck, leaning down towards her. Hilda’s breath was taken away completely as their lips collided.
Her lust-filled eyes shut as Cheren’s tongue invaded her open mouth. Hilda’s core contracted hard, her love tunnel collapsed around Cheren’s cock. The normal type gym leader grunted as he felt the familiar sensation of Hilda’s finish. The pear shaped whore shrieked into his mouth, her entire body shaking wildly as a torrent of squirt erupted from in between his legs. Whatever stains had been wrought upon the floor beneath them by Hilda before were instantly lost as a massive rainfall of Hilda’s cumshot splattered against the wood and sprayed up against the wall behind her. Cheren’s legs and his pants were soaked through completely. The former champion’s thunderous thighs were shaking wildly, her legs like jelly as her mind shattered into a thousand pieces, overwhelmed by pleasure. Cheren’s cock bucked wildly inside of her vise tight snatch, beating and battering against her soft innards with its hard form. Hilda shuddered as she felt the lurch inside of her stomach against her fingertips. Cheren buried himself all the way to the base inside of her, holding there for several seconds. His fingers curled into her body, pressing into her sensitive skin. Their kiss separated, leaving only a few binding strands of saliva.
“Oh Arceus, this cock,” Hilda moaned, “D-don’t stop! K-keep fucking me!”
Cheren maintained eye contact as he thrust into Hilda, burying himself to the base. His crotch was completely soaked in her arousal, making for slick and easy thrusts. He could feel her snatch throbbing against him. She mewled and moaned with every movement of his massive member, rigid like iron inside of her. Hilda was a shaking mess, only on her feet thanks to the rod of flesh that it felt like her entire body had been sculpted around. He released her ponytail, letting the pear shaped slut unbend, taking a lot of the strain off her spine. He thrust into her again, pressing her hard up against the wall. Hilda’s head was spinning, still reeling from her finish.
“Harder, deeper,” She moaned, “Oh Arceus! Yes! Yes! Cheren!”
The normal type gym leader picked up his pace, rutting into her as hard and as quickly as she demanded. His bulbous cock head pounded into her uterus over and over. A massive spray of pre-seed erupted from his tip, breaking off her innermost wall. Hilda moaned, her cunt contracting tightly around him yet again at the sensation.
“Oooooh,” She moaned, her lips puckering into a perfect O-Shape. Her twat was still reeling in an afterglow from her finish, and was starting to tighten rapidly around Cheren again.
“Cheren,” She moaned his name, “Cheren.”
“Fucking Arceus, Hilda,” Cheren grunted, “Just as much of a slut as ever.”
“For a perfect cock like yours?” Hilda mewled, gyrating and shaking her hips to make her industrial bakery of an ass jiggle and ripple and clap, “I’ll do anything! You know I can’t say no to cock this good.”
Cheren hilted himself to the base, leaning forward to put his face right up against her’s, holding her ass tightly in his hands. Another shot of pre-seed erupted from his tip, flooding her guts. He planted a kiss on Hilda’s neck.
“Oooooh,” Hilda moaned as Cheren attacked one of her weak spots. He pulled back, a grin on his face.
“I know, Hilda,” He said in a soft but dominating tone, “You might be unstoppable on the battlefield, but in the bedroom, you’ve always been nothing more than my sex toy.”
“I’m a sex toy,” Hilda moaned back, “A dirty little sex toy. And you owe this toy more use. I’ve gone unused by this cock for far too long.”
She twisted her head around, planting a passionate kiss on Cheren’s mouth, thrusting her tongue into him.
WHUD!
The sound of something hitting the floor brought the attention of both Cheren and Hilda away from their lovemaking. Standing only a few feet away from them was Rosa, eyes as wide as her tits were huge. She had dropped her tote bag straight onto the floor, seemingly in shock at the sight before her.
“Holy shit!” Hilda shouted. She tried to get away, flailing for a moment, but she was pinned to the wall, and Cheren wasn’t moving. She had nearly two feet of cock hilted all the way inside of her, with a massive bulge in her stomach, she was trapped, “R-Rosa. Uhhhh …”
“Uhhh, I sh-should … I’ll be … uhhh,” Rosa was trying to find the words, stumbling over them as she tried to keep herself from staring and gawking at the bulge in her cousin’s body. Her twat tightened. Her nipples were stiff under her top, far too obvious for her to even try and hide them. Cheren’s cock bucked inside of Hilda’s body, forcing an involuntary moan from the whore to the surface, escaping Hilda’s lips.
“C-can …” Rosa shook the words that were trying to follow from her lips, but the damage was done.
“Can you what?” Cheren asked, giving her a curious look.
“I … that’s a re-really big cock, isn’t it?” Rosa asked, coughing as she tried to ask in a neutral tone and not let on her arousal at the sight. Hilda’s eyes met hers. In Hilda’s eyes, Rosa saw the black hearts. Rosa blinked several times in surprise. For a moment, Hilda saw white hearts in Rosa’s brown eyes, before they disappeared.
“It’s huge,” Hilda purred back at her cousin’s question. “Soooo thick, and long. I c-can still feel his veins throbbing inside me right now.”
Rosa gave another curt cough, trying to hide the fact that she was rubbing her thighs together. Hilda’s gaze flicked down, spotting the growing damp spot in her cousin’s shorts.
“So,” Cheren cut in, “Can you what? You were going to ask a question.”
Rosa swallowed hard, “I … uhh … I’ll just wait outside.”
“No,” Cheren shook his head, “What was your question?”
Rosa reached down, retrieving her tote bag. She looked to her right, down the open and empty hallway. Her body refused to move, her legs refusing to lift. She turned her attention back, watching as Cheren began to thrust into Hilda again, drawing more whorish moans from her cousin. She watched as Cheren’s massive nuts swung back and forth, pulling the skin of his sack taut.
“I …” Rosa swallowed, “Can I suck on your nuts while you fuck Hilda?”
Hilda moaned, eyes snapping shut as the words reached her ears. A combination of the lewd image in her mind along with Cheren’s cock bucking inside her once again bringing her that much closer to orgasm.
“It seems that Hills likes that idea,” Cheren grinned, “Sure. But you need to take your top off.”
Rosa dropped her tote bag on the ground again without hesitation. Her hands went to the hem of her top, pulling it upwards. Her gargantuan back breakers fell free, bouncing and jiggling wildly as they became unrestricted by the top. Her massive tits were even bigger when not compressed by the baseball tee shirt. Her huge pink nipples were roughly the size of her palm, standing erect like pink caps on her chest. Each tit was several magnitudes bigger than her head, looking so big and perky that Cheren temporarily wondered how the motion they had from her taking her top off hadn’t snapped her spine. He spread his legs, giving her room to reach the prize.
“Come on,” He ordered sternly, “I’m getting close. So if you want to feel my nut sludge flowing out of my balls and into your cousin’s condom of a pussy on your tongue, you need to get over here now.”
Rosa practically sprinted across the floor, her massive tits bouncing wildly once again as she sank to her knees, staring with wide eyes and reverence at Cheren’s massive nuts, each roughly the size of her fist.
“R-Rosa,” Hilda moaned, “I … you …”
“Didn’t know I’m a slut?” Rosa chuckled as she licked her lips, “Don’t worry, Hilda, I thought you were a prude too. Glad to know we have something else to bond over.”
The busty whore opened her mouth wide, effortlessly swallowing both of Cheren’s balls into her mouth. They were drawn to the back of her throat, going down into her windpipe. A hand went between her spread legs on the floor, working her pussy over her clothing. Cheren picked up his pace, thrusting hard into Hilda. The pear shaped whore was moaning loudly as she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching.
Cheren didn’t even try to hold back as he hilted himself into her a final time. Rosa felt as the massive nuts contracted hard, dragging themselves back up her throat and into her mouth. The nut sludge flowed forth, his massive cock engorging itself inside of Hilda, growing even thicker and lodging itself inside of her. His spongy, bulbous head erupted like a hose, breaking a huge spray of seed off her innermost wall. Hilda screamed as her cunt contracted again, soaking Rosa and Cheren with her second powerful orgasm. Gallons upon gallons of squirt gushing from her cunt as her stomach grew and grew. Hilda was shaking, her legs numb. The normal type gym leader threw his head back, letting out a long, satisfied moan as he finished releasing his load into Hilda. His softening cock came out of her pussy, followed by a thick stream of white slime, trickling down her thicc thighs. Hilda collapsed, landing on her chest with her huge ass in the air.
Rosa released his nut sack, now soaked in her spittle. Cheren stepped back, presenting his soft dick to her.
“Clean it,” He ordered.
Rosa leapt up, sealing her mouth around the soft cock. Her tongue lavished the dick in spittle and praise, licking and lapping up every last wad of sticky cum from his skin.
So tasty! And so is Hilda! She thought, looking out of the corner of her eye at her cousin Maybe this trip has more than one benefit! I just can’t let Hilda know about Snivy and the others. She’ll think I’m a freak!
Hilda’s eyes were closed as her body revelled in the afterglow, but her mind was awake I seriously thought Rosa was a prude. Well, glad to know I can still be a whore this trip. Though … I can’t let her know about Emboar. There’s no way that she’d be cool with that.
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