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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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Rosa could feel her heart thudding like a war drum against her chest. She was certain that the thudding of it was making her gargantuan tits bounce inside of her baseball tee shirt. She gripped her Herdier’s Pokéball tightly in her hand. She remembered her first encounter with them only a few days prior. Her teeth were gritted, a mixture of intimidation and fear painted across her face.
What the hell are they doing here? She wondered What is going on?!
Roxie scoffed, pushing her head up into the air. Despite being far and away the shortest person in the three-versus-three standoff, she stood tall. She scanned the trio of vagrants in front of her, spotting the emblems on top of their berets.
“So … you guys are Team Plasma then, huh?” she sneered. “I thought you freaks broke up and went to jail.”
“That’s right, bitch,” growled the man who stood in the front. Rosa looked him up and down, almost certain he was the same man she had encountered at the Ranch before. He was of a similar height, with a similar haircut and piercing gaze. “Team Plasma lives on. We suffered a betrayal from our King and our Hero, but our conquest of Unova won’t end in failure this time.”
“Oh, shut the hell up!” Hugh growled, stepping forward with a clenched fist raised. “No one fucking cares! You’re all criminals and bastards anyway! You’re nothing more than Pokémon thieves!”
“How dare you!” growled the only female member of Team Plasma present, sporting a long blonde ponytail.
“You runts better get out of our way,” the final member stated, a tall man with dark skin. All three of them brandished their Pokéballs. “Or we’ll make you move.”
“Make my fucking day,” Roxie grinned. She threw her Pokéball forward, as did the dark-skinned grunt. Their two balls collided in the air, ricocheting off one another to summon the Pokémon inside. A Muk from Roxie and a Scrafty from the grunt. Hugh tossed out his Tranquil, only to be met by his opponent’s Purrloin. The blunette froze, jaw falling slightly. Rosa looked over, watching as her childhood friend tensed up.
Shit she thought as she tossed Herdier’s ball into the air, her massive chest swaying as she did so. The Loyal Dog Pokémon emerged from its ball, ready to fight. The grunt across from her, the one from the ranch, let out his Patrat.
“Hugh!” she shouted to her friend. “It’s alright!”
To her left, Scrafty and Muk were duking it out, the latter slinging blasts of poison that the fighting-dark type was deftly dodging. While Rosa was distracted watching their battle, the grunt’s Patrat charged her Herdier. The normal type leapt forward, burying its massive front teeth into Herdier’s neck as it used Bite. Rosa’s Pokémon let out a howl of pain, stumbling to the side. Rosa turned her attention back to her battle, suddenly off-balance.
Oh shit! she thought.
“Uhhh. Herdier use …” A panicked Rosa felt her mind flush with a thousand thoughts, none of them were Herdier’s moveset at that moment. The Patrat pushed into her normal type with a Tackle, sending the Loyal Dog Pokémon stumbling again, nearly falling to the ground.
Oh no! Oh no! Rosa’s heartbeat continued to rise as her eyes darted back and forth between Hugh, still frozen with his jaw open slightly, and her current battle.
“Let’s go,” the blonde called to the Leader Grunt. The man tossed his satchel over to her. The equipment inside rattled and clanked from the light toss.
“You go, we’ll hold these three off,” he ordered. She stepped out, finding that Hugh made no reaction at all. She moved forward, walking right past the bluenette.
“Hugh!” Rosa shouted as Patrat landed another vicious bite attack on Herdier, the normal type yelping in pain. The bluenette snapped back, blinking as if his mind had suddenly returned to his head. He twisted around just as the blonde moved past him.
“No, you don’t!” he shouted, reaching out for her. Her arm extended, a yellow device in hand that vaguely resembled the head of an Elekid. Hugh’s body was suddenly bright blue as a coursing blast of lightning shocked his system, the powerful taser making contact with his extended arm. He dropped to the ground, a few aftershocks making him jump.
“Hugh!” Rosa shouted again. From behind, she heard another pathetic yelp. She twisted around to find Herdier on the ground, unconscious.
No no no! This is bad! This is really fucking bad! Rosa realised.
“Now, payback for the ranch,” the Leader Grunt sneered. Patrat rushed forward, moving to attack Rosa herself. Rosa put her arms up, shrieking as she braced for the impact. A putrid smell hit her nostrils, making her retch. She opened her eyes to find a wall of pale purple slime in front of her.
“Muuuuuuk,” the Sludge Pokémon said in a deep, rumbling voice.
“Hey, you two!” Roxie shouted. “Get your fucking heads on straight already!”
Hugh got up on all fours, putting a hand to his skull, grunting in pain. Rosa rushed over to him, pulling him up to his feet. She looked out onto the battlefield. The Purrloin was gone, Herdier was out, and now both Scrafty and Patrat were facing down against the poison type.
“I’ll hold these two here. You two go after that bitch with all the stolen loot,” Roxie ordered, “Can you two handle that, or do I need to do every damn thing around here myself?!”
Rosa nodded, feeling the harsh scolding from Roxie’s words. The young, short gym leader was truly miles beyond her capabilities at this moment.
“C’mon, Hugh,” Rosa said, helping her old friend to his feet.
“I-I’m sorry,” Hugh sputtered out.
“I know,” Rosa nodded, “I know.”
She pulled out her Pokéball, returning her unconscious Herdier to it. Before putting it away, she looked down at it, staring at the button in the middle.
I’m sorry too. I froze up… She shook her head. Hugh returned his Tranquil, and the two sprinted off.
“Where do you think she’s going?!” Rosa shouted as her massive chest jiggled and bounced wildly in her chest. She felt a few of the stitches in her baseball tee snap completely as her massive back breakers lived up to their name. Rosa could feel the strain on her back as the massive love pillows bounced and shook, rumbling on her body. Hugh twisted his head to look at her, staring for a moment without replying.
“HUGH!” Rosa shouted, clapping her hands together in front of his face, snapping the bluenette out of the trance he had been under by the swaying of her bust.
“What?” he questioned, shaking his head.
“Where do you think she’s going?!” Rosa repeated in a more annoyed tone.
“Well, the shipping yards are to the south, and the movie studio is to the north. There’s only two ways out of Virbank City. And if they’re coming from the ports, then it’s gotta be Route 20. That’s where they came from after all. I bet they’ve got some sort of base up in the mountains.”
“Hell of a theory,” Rosa replied.
“Well, for now let’s just go with Route 20!” Hugh countered.

“HARDER! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!”
PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP!
The symphony of flesh on flesh filled Brycen’s private quarters at Pokéstar Studios. He and Hilda hadn’t taken a moment of rest since Roxie and Rosa had departed. The pear-shaped former champion was thrusting herself backwards, practically throwing her body onto his cock, sheathing him to the base inside of her favourite hole. Brycen’s cudgel of a cock twitched and bucked inside of Hilda’s guts, sending a splattering of clear-ish pre-seed into the bottom-heavy whore. Her dainty, lithe fingers were splayed on the tiled floor. Her massive industrial bakery of an ass was an endless sea of motion, slamming itself up against the svelte man’s crotch. Brycen’s strong fingers were curled into her triple-extra-wide, shelf-like hips. His digits disappeared into her soft, sensitive, squishy flesh. Hilda’s mouth was slack with pleasure, tongue hanging out with a long, dangling strand of saliva hanging off it.
“I always knew you were a slut, Hilda,” Brycen grunted, “but I never knew just how much of a whore for big cock you were.”
He lifted his hand, bringing it down hard to deliver a vicious SPANK! to her rear end. Hilda’s head snapped backwards, letting out a pathetic, submissive howl of pleasure. Her entire body was shaking as pleasure cascaded over her in waves, arousal coursing through her veins like blood.
“OOOH! ARCEUS ALIVE, YES!” she howled.
Brycen hilted himself all the way inside of her asshole, pressing his crotch against her massive ass. He groped and kneaded her huge ass like dough, mesmerised by the way his fingers disappeared into her skin.
“I've wanted this ass for years,” he admitted.
“Now you’ve got it,” Hilda purred. “And with the way you work that weapon of mass submission you got, you’ll have it forever.”

She began to gyrate and shake her hips, making her huge ass bounce and jiggle and twerk. She purred, black hearts shining bright in her pupils.
“I must say, I was more than delighted when the shooting schedule changed, but I have to ask - what are you doing out here?” he inquired.
“Do you really care, or do you want to pump another load of nut sludge into my guts?” Hilda purred. She arched her back, making her already impossible huge ass look larger still. “My body feels soooo empty without a nice big shot of ball batter in my stomach. Don’t you want to fill my guts like the living condom I am?”
Brycen thrust forward, surging his massive member into her body. Hilda shuddered, feeling her orgasm - it was so close. She let out a cooing moan. Her skin was gooseflesh, nipples rigid on her bud-like breasts. Brycen’s massive member was buried to the hilt. She could feel his puffy veins throbbing up against her guts, turning her on wildly. She was shaking slightly. He spanked her again, making her drop her head, trying to catch her breath. He started thrusting into her hard, pounding his crotch up against her massive ass. His hands returned to her hips, holding them tightly as a shot of pre-seed erupted from his tip, painting Hilda’s guts with a clear coat. She was shaking, pleasure overwhelming her mind. Her eyes rolled deep into the back of her head as a submissive, feminine moan escaped her lips.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Brycen growled in a dominant tone. “I’ll piss as many loads into you as I please. But in order to earn that, you’re going to answer my question. What are you doing over here with that nobody trainer? She’s your cousin?”
“R-Rosa,” Hilda moaned. “Her n-name’s Rosa. I’m t-t-t-train… I’m h-her coach for the ssssss-circuit this ye-year.”
Brycen nodded. “And why are you doing that?”
“I-I … just f-f-fuck me,” she moaned. Hilda began to thrust herself backwards onto Brycen more frantically, pounding her gargantuan ass up against his crotch. Brycen stood unmoving like a sentinel, letting Hilda do all the work. Her moans grew louder and louder, a bit exaggerated, Brycen could tell.
“You know, I never let my partners fake it,” he stated sternly. His hand leapt forward, grabbing the back of her neck. Hilda let out a yelp as her front end collapsed, her head pressed into the floor. Brycen picked up his pace, pounding his fat cock into her asshole harder and faster than he had fucked her up to this point. Hilda’s mind turned to mush instantly, completely overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure Brycen was fucking into her. Her fingers curled and writhed on the floor, desperately searching for something to hold onto. Genuine moans of pure ecstasy began to pour from Hilda’s lips, her black hearts shining bright, projecting across the room. “You want me to treat you like a condom? Then you’ll answer my questions. Good girls follow instructions, don’t they?”
“They do!” Hilda moaned. “They do!”
“And you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Brycen added, leaning in close to sneer the words into her ear.
“I’m a good girl!” she moaned. “I’m a good girl! I’m a good girl!”
Brycen grunted again as his cocked bucked inside of Hilda, pounding up into her guts.
“Do you want to cum?” Brycen hissed.
“Yeessssshhhhh,” Hilda mewled, her tongue hanging freely from her mouth.
“You don’t cum until I tell you to!” Brycen declared. He lifted his hand, delivering another truly vicious spank to Hilda’s industrial bakery of an ass. The former champion squealed with delight from the impact as a red welt began to form on her cheek. Brycen’s hand lingered, kneading the massive mound of flesh like dough.
“I w-want to c-c-c-cum sooooo badly,” Hilda moaned.
“You won’t until I tell you to,” Brycen replied. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“I am! I’m a good girl! I’m a good girl!” Hilda mewled. She was now fucking herself against Brycen’s crotch, meeting the former ice-type gym leader’s thrusts halfway. His crotch pressed hard against her titanic cheeks over and over again as his cock was fully sheathed inside of her. His throbbing veins pressed tightly against her guts, causing pleasure to ripple across Hilda’s body. Her skin was gooseflesh.

“Pl-please,” she moaned, “L-let me cum! I want to cum! I want to cum!”
“NO!” Brycen roared as he hilted himself all the way inside of Hilda, holding his cock there. His hand shot forward, grabbing onto the pear-shaped whore’s long brown ponytail. With a hard yank, her body was twisted backwards. She moaned in pleasure as the sting of her yanked locks registered on her scalp. Her spine bent into a hard C-shape. The massive bulge in her tight stomach jutted forward in the vague shape of a cock. Brycen’s cock shot off another impressive blast of pre-cum, causing her stomach to shoot forward for a moment before the liquid lost its form and disappeared.
“You don’t cum until I tell you to,” Brycen sneered, a dominance in his voice that Hilda had never heard from him before. It was unfortunate, as this new tone was melting the former champion. Her eyes began to flutter shut. She could feel her core starting to tighten up around nothing as her orgasm seemed inevitable at this point. She gnashed her teeth together, letting out a pathetic wail as she stifled the urge to finish, killing her little death. She was soaking wet with her sweat. Her body was shaking.
“Good work,” Brycen whispered straight into her ear. His hand snaked up and around her twisted torso. Fingers groped her small, bud-like breasts. He twisted and pinched her nipple, tweaking it between his fingers. Hilda’s mouth puckered into a perfect O-Shape as she let out a long, mewling moan.
“You’re a slut,” Brycen whispered into her ear.
“I’m a slut,” Hilda repeated.
Brycen’s cock twitched inside of her, sending pleasure rushing up her spine.
“I never thought I’d see Hilda Blackburn worshipping my cock,” he admitted.

Hilda purred, biting her lower lip. “If Hilda Blackburn had known about this weapon when she challenged your gym, she wouldn’t’ve kicked your ass.”
Brycen chuckled. “You could have come back at any time before I retired to check.”
Hilda began to gyrate and shake her hips, twerking up against Brycen’s crotch. The gym leader turned porn star was finding it damn near impossible to hold his finish back. His nuts were screaming at him to let them explode, erupt and unleash gallons upon gallons of seed. The constant sex he had gotten used to (which was a lot for even the most nymphomaniac of people, like Rosa and Hilda) had left his testicles in a constant state of overproduction. It was now a necessity to empty himself at least every hour. He preferred to do so to someone.
“You want to cum?” Brycen hissed.
“Desperately,” Hilda wailed, nearly crying.
“You’re a good girl,” Brycen bit her earlobe.
“I’m a good girl! I’m a good girl! I’m your good girl! I’m your good girl!” she rambled wildly. “Please, please, please, please just let me cum! I need to cum! I need to cum!”
Brycen gritted his teeth. He withdrew several inches of his cock, drawing it as far back as he could manage. He thrust forward hard, tightening his grips on Hilda’s hair and chest.
“CUM!” he ordered as his cock bottomed out inside of her. His nuts contracted hard. Hilda shrieked, her body thrashing wildly in pleasure as her cunt constricted tightly around nothing. A fountain spray of squirt erupted from between her pillowy thighs, splattering off of Brycen’s swollen nuts even as they were pulled up into his crotch. The former ice-type gym leader’s cock engorged inside of Hilda’s backdoor, plugging her completely. She could feel the frantic throbbing of his cock inside of her, puffy veins pushed flush up against her guts. The bulbous cock head erupted with a pressurised blast. Hilda’s stomach was shapeless a moment later, growing and growing and growing as Brycen pissed gallons of ball batter into her. Hilda took no notice of her growing stomach. Her mind was mush, barely able to remember to breathe as she processed the sheer amount of pleasure she was receiving. Her face was bright red, eyes rolled off in two different directions. Brycen grunted as his orgasm continued. His own body gave a small shudder as he pushed his massive release into Hilda, stuffing her completely.
Arceus Alive, this is what I needed Hilda’s only sentient thought in three minutes drew across her mind Maybe I should just retire and be a living condom for the studio…

Rosa and Hugh made it to Route 20, but they saw no sign of the Plasma Grunt. Hugh did not take it well, immediately kicking the nearest bush over and over again, venting a truly impressive amount of rage out.
“FUCK!” he roared. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FFFFUCK!”
Rosa reached out, wrapping her arms around one of his, pressing her fat tits into his back as she drew up behind him.
“Hugh!” she pleaded. “It’s okay! We can still find her, just please, calm down! It’s not over yet.”
The bluenette relented, reaching his free arm out to take hold of Rosa’s. The two of them slumped to the ground, taking a moment to collect themselves. Hugh’s head slumped forward. Rosa removed one hand from Hugh’s arm, bringing it around back to start massaging his head and digging her digits into his spiky hair.
“It’s okay,” she cooed softly. Her face turned, pushing her head up against his back.
“I froze…” Hugh sighed. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for seven years … and I froze.”
“You’re okay,” Rosa repeated. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not, Rosa!” Hugh snapped. “I left home as soon as I could to find Purrloin … and I don’t even think that was Purrloin, but …” he reached up, sniffling as he wiped some tears from the corner of his eyes. “I can’t save anything if I freeze up like that! Am I even a real trainer?”
Rosa paused for a moment. She wrapped her arms tightly around the blunette and gave him a reassuring squeeze, pushing her fat back breakers even closer to his svelte back.
“You’re more of a trainer than me,” Rosa stated.
“You have two gym badges,” Hugh replied.
“That doesn’t mean shit,” Rosa countered. “If you keep doubting yourself, then you truly won’t be able to save anyone. You failed this time … your first big test. But that doesn’t mean that everything you told me all those years ago isn’t worth it anymore. We can’t just sit here … we need to go find her.”
Hugh let out a sigh, his shoulders suddenly feeling quite heavy. “Right … she’s just getting further away.”
The two rose to their feet, collecting themselves. Hugh wiped his eyes one more time, sniffing hard to clear his nose.
“Where do you think she went?” Rosa asked. “You mentioned a secret base?” “It’s just a theory,” Hugh replied, “But let’s start by heading back towards the Ranch.”
Rosa nodded. The two took off into a healthy sprint, rushing down the dirt road. Rosa’s gigantic tits were jiggling and bouncing wildly, nearly blocking her view every few steps, but she ignored them. Hugh wasn’t paying attention to her tits for once, solely focused on chasing their target.
After running for ten minutes, they arrived at a set of stairs that led to the top of the cliff edge.
“Beyond this is the Ranch,” Rosa noted. “If we don’t catch her here, we won’t find her.”
“She must know that someone is following her. And is passing through a public area like a Ranch a good idea?” Hugh mused, bringing his hand up to his chin, stroking it as he pondered. “I bet she’s hiding nearby, waiting for when it's darker out to make her move.”
Rosa nodded. “Good call. Let’s split up, cover more ground.”
Hugh nodded. “Right.” As he began to move, Rosa stopped him, grabbing her old friend by the shoulder blade.
“You’re gonna be okay, Hugh,” she stated. The busty slut leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Hugh’s lips. The blunette shut his eyes, feeling a brief moment of relief at her soft touch. She pulled back, leaving him standing there as she charged up the stairs. Hugh shook himself loose of his feelings for a moment before turning to search the woods nearby.
Rosa reached the top of the stairs, looking around for any sign of Team Plasma.

“Riolu,” She called out the fighting type.
“Riolu!” she shouted as she emerged.
“C’mon,” Rosa gestured. “We gotta find this Plasma freak.”
Her fighting type nodded, falling in beside her as they walked forward, scanning the forest and bushes.
Where did she go? Rosa wondered. She moved south, trying to think like the criminal. Her head was on a swivel, searching for signs of life. Her Riolu waved her hand, trying to get the busty slut’s attention.
“What is it?” Rosa asked. The Emanation Pokémon gestured towards some flattened, tall grass. Rosa nodded, following her fighting type. They slipped behind some trees off the road and found themselves in a small cove-like opening. Sitting in the grass, trying to catch her breath with her back to Rosa, was the Plasma grunt, her mask pulled down.
“Hey!” Rosa barked. The Plasma grunt jumped, her hand going to her neck, scrambling to pull her mask back up. She leapt to her feet, twisting around with a Pokéball in hand. Rosa recoiled slightly, surprised by how quickly she got up. The grunt was drawing haggard breaths still, hunched over slightly. The busty, slutty trainer looked to her right, spotting the massive bags of stolen equipment.
“You can’t slip away again,” Rosa stated. “Just … give me the stuff back.”
The grunt threw her Pokéball, summoning her Purrloin once again. Riolu dashed forward, taking her spot on the battlefield.
“Growl!” The grunt ordered. The Purrloin made a horrid noise. Riolu’s shoulders rose as the nose hit her ears.
“Don’t worry,” Rosa declared, throwing her arm forward. “Use Quick Attack.”
The fighting type rushed forward, leaping into the air and slamming its foot into the Purrloin’s stomach. The dark type stumbled backwards, wincing in pain from the hit.
Nice, critical damage Rosa grinned, having started to learn the signs of critical hits from Hilda.
The Purrloin gritted its teeth, taking another stance.
“Alright, now us-”
“Quick Attack again!” Rosa cut off the grunt. Riolu charged forward, keeping up the pressure. Another impressive kick sent the Purrloin off its feet and to the ground. It skipped off the dirt, flipping over twice before coming to a rest on its stomach, spirals in its eyes.
“Shit!” the Grunt exclaimed.
Rosa’s jaw fell slightly, amazed at her quick victory.

Damn, that was … that was clean. Like how Hilda does it she reflected.
“You’re a pesky little bitch,” the blonde grunt hissed.
Rosa grinned, putting her hands on her hips the same way Hilda often did. “I told you, give up the equipment and come quietly. You’ve already exhausted yourself running this far.”
The grunt clicked her tongue against her teeth, eyes twisting up into a sneer at Rosa. “Oh, please, tits-for-brains. You think you’re the cops? Plasma never gives up. Even after we were defeated by that bastard Hilbert and his friends, we came back!”
Her hand went to her utility belt. Riolu rushed forward without a command from Rosa, closing the distance to the Plasma grunt. She didn’t reach her in time, as the Plasma grunt threw a small capsule towards the ground, causing her to instantly vanish into a puff of smoke. When it cleared, the grunt and her Purrloin were gone, along with one of the sacks of stolen equipment.
“Damn it,” Rosa dropped her head, staring straight down at her tits. Her hands came up, groping and squeezing them for a moment.
Why does everyone keep calling me that? she frowned.
Riolu retrieved the bag, slinging it over her shoulder effortlessly despite her short stature.
“Alright,” Rosa shook her head. “Let’s head back. And good job.”

Rosa and Hugh returned to Virbank City, making their way through the streets until they got back to the docks, where they found a large police presence. They were stopped at the line by an officer, but were soon waved through by a rather curvaceous Officer Jenny, who was speaking to Roxie.
“And these are the two you sent after the one that fled?” Jenny asked. She was tall, with long turquoise hair pulled into a messy and frizzy ponytail. Her uniform seemed painted onto her massive back breakers and shelf-like birthing hips.
“Yeah, that’s them,” Roxie stated. “You two stop her?”
“Rosa found her,” Hugh explained, gesturing to the busty whore, “but …”
“She got away after I defeated her in a battle,” Rosa admitted, “along with half of the tech they stole.”
The top-heavy whore gestured to her fighting type. Riolu presented the bag, placing it gently onto the road. Officer Jenny moved up to it, reaching out to undo the knot that was securing the burlap. They looked inside to see a myriad of rather high-tech gadgets and gizmos. Rosa leaned forward, her massive tits hanging from her back, the weight pulling her further down as she placed her hands onto her knees.
“What is all that?” Rosa questioned.
“Navigational equipment,” Roxie explained. “They robbed the marina. This stuff was probably being serviced before being put back on the boats.”
“How do you know that?” Hugh questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“My dad runs a shuttle service between here and the mainland,” Roxie replied. “I grew up at this place.”
Jenny nodded. “We’ll have to take this in for evidence. I’m sorry, I know this stuff is important to your father’s work.”
Roxie shrugged. “If it was inside the repair shop, then it wasn’t in use anyway. Just gonna have to hope nothing else breaks.”
“Do you think this stuff is broken then?” Rosa questioned. “I mean … what would they want with it if they’re hiding up in the mountains?”
“Well, we don’t know they’re up there for certain. Plus, even if they are, it's impossible to get over that peak unless you’re an expert rock climber or hiker,” Hugh noted.
“Right,” Jenny interjected. “So if they are looking to return to mainland Unova, they’ll need to travel by water or spend a few months heading west and then north to reach Mistralton City.”
The huddle broke as the final revelation was made. Jenny looked at Rosa and Hugh, giving them both a nod. “You two did good work. We’ll need you two to give a statement on what happened down at the station. Do you have time now?”
“Sure,” Rosa shrugged.
“Definitely,” Hugh nodded.
It was sunset when Rosa and Hugh finished speaking to the police, departing their building. Roxie was waiting for them in the lobby, and the three all departed together.
“Helluva first day to the new League Circuit,” Roxie noted as they began to walk back towards the Pokémon Centre. “I had to cancel my concert tonight because of the backlog of challengers I missed thanks to this.”
Hugh shook his head. “The worst part is, the news of the first day of the League will overshadow this attack.”
Roxie shrugged. “Probably, but it might panic the public to learn that Team Plasma is returning.”
Rosa paused, letting the other two walk a few more steps before they stopped to see why she had paused (each of them barely getting past how far her bust jutted out from her tiny chest).
“What is it, Rosie?” Hugh asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Today’s the first day of the Circuit,” she repeated.
Roxie and Hugh exchanged a look, hoping that the other understood where her train of thought was going. Both were lost. They returned their gaze to Rosa, silently asking for her to continue.
“They robbed the repair shop for the boats … on the first day of the Circuit,” Rosa continued. “The repair shop for the docks that are run … by your dad, Roxie.”
Roxie nodded. “Right. And?”
“The docks your dad runs, which called you specifically to come help,” Rosa gestured with her hand as she continued to work her way through her thoughts. “Instead of the police. They called you … the gym leader.”
“On the first day of the Circuit …” Roxie repeated as the realisation hit her too, “When I’d be swamped with challenges.”
“Which would delay the response!” Rosa finished. “But they weren’t counting on you having plans to film at Pokéstar today, so you had a lighter list for the morning.”
“Or Hugh following them down from the Ranch on Route 20,” Roxie added, gesturing to the blunette.
“This wasn’t a random attack, then. This was rather meticulously planned,” Hugh stated. “It wasn’t just a heist.”
“It’s step one of a breakout attempt. They’re trying to get out of here and back to the mainland,” Rosa nodded. “These aren’t just stragglers.”
Roxie brought a hand to her chin, deep in contemplation. “Who is leading them now?” Rosa shook her head. “I don’t think we’ll know that for a while.”
“I’m going to the mainland,” Hugh stated, drawing Rosa and Roxie’s attention in surprise. “I’ve been looking for them for years. I’m not letting this opportunity slip away.”
“Me too,” Rosa nodded. “Hilda and I are on this journey together now. We need to see it through to the end.”
Roxie nodded. “I can have my dad take you two and Hilda over in the morning. He gives free rides to anyone I ask for. But for now, I need to head back to the gym. I’m sure I’m gonna be up ‘till midnight dealing with challengers.”
“Well … when you’re done, you should come back to the Pokémon Centre,” Rosa suggested. “I’m sure we’d love to have your company tonight. Right, Hugh?”
The bluenette stared at Rosa in confusion for a moment, taking several seconds to catch the sensual undertones to Rosa’s words. “Oh … oh, yeah.”
Roxie chuckled. “Smooth, lover boy. Rosa … you fuck this guy before?”
“He took my V-card,” Rosa replied, “and I haven’t had anyone do it better since.” “Not even today?” Roxie licked her lips.
“He was close,” the busty slut shrugged.
“Fun,” Roxie bit her lip as she looked Hugh up and down. “Alright, string bean. I guess I’m having more than one type of challenger today. You better leave some ball batter for me, Rosie.”
“Of course!” Rosa cheered, smiling widely, before an idea hit her. “We’re probably gonna get started without you. I’ll send the code to the door to your Xtrasnceiver.”
Roxie nodded. “Gotcha. I’ll be finished in a few hours.” She stepped over to Hugh, going up on the tippy toes of her platform boots to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Alright, I’ll see you two tonight then.” With a wave, the poison-type gym leader wandered off, heading back towards her venue/gym.
“What was that about?” Hugh asked, reaching up and touching his cheek.
“Me, her, and Hilda made a porno today,” Rosa explained, “and now we want some more fun.”
“Porn?” Hugh asked. “I always figured you’d end up doing that.”
Rosa glared at her friend before striking him in the arm. He made a noise of pain, rubbing that spot that would now certainly bruise.
“What? That’s a compliment. You’re a fantastic lay,” Hugh sputtered.
Rosa shook her head. “You’re lucky I’m an addict who can’t say no to your cock.”
She marched forward, heading towards the Pokémon Centre. Her arm jutted out behind her, grabbing Hugh by the collar of his shirt, dragging him down the road behind her.

Rosa and Hugh wasted no time upon their return to the Pokémon Centre. The door had hardly shut behind them before both began to shed their clothing, stripping down to nothing. Rosa clutched Hugh’s shoulders, pushing her gargantuan back breakers up against his svelte chest. She could feel his half-hard cock against her thicc thighs, making her body shake with pleasure. Her skin was sensitive, making her shudder as he traced his fingers down her arm. Her body was trembling in his hands, held aloft by her own holding of her.
“I want you,” she whispered, barely able to bring the words forth. Their lips collided in a passionate kiss. Hugh forced his tongue into Rosa’s mouth, and she quickly surrendered herself to his control. His hands wrapped around her dainty wrists, holding her standing in place as he renewed his kiss, pushing his pink appendage deep into her mouth. Rosa was shaking already, her heart thudding wildly in her chest like a war drum. Hugh’s hardening cock leapt forward, closing the distance between their bodies. Rosa’s soft skin felt the impact of the bulbous head against her thicc thigh. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip, running down her leg. The busty slut’s hands were dancing, trying to free themselves from the fleshy shackles that were Hugh’s hands locked around her wrists.
Their kiss separated, several strands of saliva connecting their lips together. Rosa’s brown pupils had white hearts burning bright on them. Her face was flushed with arousal, her mouth stretched as her jaw lay slack, still recovering from the vicious kiss that Hugh had laid into her. The bluenette let go of Rosa’s wrists, bringing his hands back to his sides. The busty slut let her weakening legs collapse, dropping to her knees. She was now eye-level with Hugh’s massive cock. Her eyes were glued to it, refusing to even acknowledge that anything else was in the room. Her hands rose slowly, trembling in the air as they wrapped around his girthy shaft. Her fingertips were pressed together as she encircled Hugh’s thick meat completely. Her tongue was hanging from her still-open mouth as she began to stroke him hard, pumping both arms up and down the complete length of the cock that had a choke hold over her life. She spread the pre-cum dribbling from the tip until the entire cock was glistening in his natural lube. Her tongue curled up into the air, licking at the slit as she began to greedily drink the excess. One of her hands fell away from her handjob, dropping down to her fat tits.
Her hand was still coated in pre-seed as she slapped it into her massive, plump chest. Her gargantuan back breakers jiggled from the impact. Her dainty, lithe fingers curled into her sensitive skin, drawing a moan from her. Thumb and finger encircled her erect, pink nipples. She began to pinch and tweak them, drawing more moans of arousal from her. Hugh’s massive member bucked in her hand, unable to be contained by her simple grip. It lurched through the air before coming back down. She gripped it harder, unable to get her hand even halfway around the meat pole. Her jaw opened wider as she moved forward, pushing her head towards his crotch. His bulbous cock head disappeared into her mouth. Hugh winced as he felt Rosa’s skilled tongue pressing into the underside of his shaft. Rosa moaned, vibrating the tip in her mouth as she hollowed out her cheeks. The hand on his shaft began to pump and move once again as she began to stroke his impressive length. She matched that with the motion of her head, bobbing up and down his shaft, taking a few more inches with every pass. All the while, her eyes remained pointed upwards, watching every single subtle shift in Hugh’s face as she slowly but surely began to deliver intense pleasure. Her hand continued to grope her tit, roughly squeezing and groping her impressive bust, feeling her pussy drooling between her plump legs.
Hugh gnashed his teeth together as Rosa passed one foot of cock swallowed. His massive member bucked harder, battering its hard form against the softness of her throat. Rosa swallowed again, constricting her throat around his massive member. A shot of pre-cum erupted from his tip, falling straight into her stomach. Rosa moaned, vibrating the cock meat currently lodged inside of her. The busty slut’s eyes rolled back into her head. Hugh could feel her skilled tongue on his cock, wrapping around his girthy shaft to the best of her ability, pressing the pink appendage against his throbbing, puffy veins.
The smell of Hugh’s cock was heady in the air. Rosa’s head was spinning, and her entire body felt warm. Every pass on the cock, she inhaled deeply when she could, the musk of his dick turning her skin to gooseflesh as it filled her lungs. The taste on her tongue only doubled down on her arousal. She was manhandling her breast at this point, twisting and pinching her erect nipple hard as she groped the massive, perky fun bag. Drool was falling from her pouty lips like rainfall, splattering onto her pale chest, giving them a shining, clear coat of spittle and pre-seed. Her tongue pressed into his throbbing veins, feeling his pounding heartbeat in her throat. Her core clenched some more, sending a shudder up Rosa’s spine. She pushed on, taking several inches of cock meat down her throat in one swallow. Her eyes closed as she let out another moan of pleasure. Hugh’s hand finally came to her, landing on the top of her head. The gloveless hand gripped a fistful of Rosa’s free-hanging brown hair. When she was without the twin tails and the buns, it revealed just how much hair the brunette had. Massive locks cascaded down far past her round, plump ass. In this squatting position, it flared out behind her like a blooming flower. At least a foot and a half of brown hair spread out across the floor. Hugh thought for a moment and genuinely could not recall the last time Rosa had gotten a haircut. His considerations of just how much hair his childhood friend had were tossed aside as Rosa dove onto his cock again, pushing well past the halfway point. Hugh grunted, his massive cock bucking inside her throat again. Rosa let out a retching noise as his massive member slammed against the inside of her windpipe. A shot of pre-cum erupted from his tip, splattering against her throat. He shuddered, tightening his grip on Rosa’s hair as she continued to work his shaft with her throat.
SUCK! SUCK! GAG! RETCH! HLURCK! CHOKE! GULP! GAG! RETCH! SUCK! SUCK! RETCH! GAG!
Her hand continued to pump up and down the few remaining inches she hadn’t swallowed yet, now repeatedly pushing her digits up against her pouty lips. Her tongue was coiled up around his girthy member, squeezing the cock hard as she stroked it inside her mouth with her pink appendage. Hugh’s hips bucked forward as he thrust into her throat. Rosa choked, her eyes shooting open from the unexpected pounding she had just taken. The bluenette’s hand tightened in her hair as he began to meet her head’s movement halfway, pushing more of his cock into her throat as she swallowed and pulled more out as she drew her head back. Rosa’s eyes closed again as she picked up her pace, bobbing her head up and down the shaft faster than before. Her tongue darted out from the vacuum seal that was her soft, pouty, plump lips around Hugh’s cock. It lathered up the last few inches of his cock, nearly reaching his crotch. Hugh’s massive nuts swung upwards like a wrecking ball, slamming into Rosa’s thin throat. The busty whore gagged from the force of impact against her throat. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as her blowjob turned into a throat fucking. Her nose was running too, as Hugh thrust forward hard, hilting his cock down her throat.
“Fuck!” Hugh hissed, gnashing his teeth together as he held his massive member down to the hilt inside of her sheath of a throat. Another shot of pre-cum erupted from his tip, practically going straight from cock head to her guts from how far into her he was. Both of Rosa’s hands were on her massive chest, fingers curling and clawing at her huge, sensitive flesh. She moaned, vibrating the entirety of Hugh’s cock. Her cunt constricted tightly around nothing as a small orgasm rolled its way up her spine. The busty slut shuddered and shook slightly. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her brain was overwhelmed by pleasure. Her tongue reflexively wrapped around Hugh’s cock as best it could, stroking his massive member. Hugh’s grip tightened in her hair. He suddenly began pounding into her hard, slam-fucking his cock into her throat.
“Take it!” he growled, his face twisting up into a sneer. “Take it like the good little whore you are.”
Rosa’s mind was mush, barely registering the degrading words. Spittle and pre-seed bubbled up from her pouty lips as the bluenette held her head in place, pounding into her. Rosa’s throat bore the brunt of the abuse, a bruise all but certain to form as his massive nuts collided with her neck over and over and over again. Hugh’s thrusts suddenly became quite sporadic as his hips bucked wildly.
“Fuck,” he swore. “Fuck, cumming!” He hilted himself all the way inside of her. His head snapped back as the grip on her hair tightened so much his knuckles were pulled taut. His legs shook wildly as his balls contracted in the sack, pulling back up into his crotch. Hugh’s tongue leapt from his mouth in a silent scream. The busty slut felt her best friend’s cock engorge inside of her throat even more. The massive, girthy flesh snake clogged her throat entirely. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to pull out of her tight throat. Rosa swallowed, constricting her throat as best she could around the gargantuan member that was sheathed down her windpipe. The bulbous tip grew as well, creating a small swell inside her guts. A moment later, the shape of his tip disappeared as Rosa’s stomach erupted forward, growing rapidly. Rosa’s entire body was shaking as her gut grew and grew, trying its best to heft the massive tits that were sitting on top of it. The slut’s bust separated, falling to either side of her growing stomach, which now nearly matched her tits for sheer volume. Rosa’s eyes had rolled off in two different directions. Her face was beet red, a mixture of arousal and lack of oxygen. Her white hearts were burning brightly in her eyes. Hugh’s cock bucked as it continued to spray what seemed like an endless load into her. The bluenette was shaking, his entire nervous system short-circuiting as he pumped his load (and a lot of frustration from the day) into Rosa’s cum dumpster of a body.
His spray slowed to a leak, and then finally to a trickle. He let his grip on Rosa’s hair falter, moving to withdraw his fat flesh rod from her throat. The busty slut was frozen in repose as Hugh’s snake withdrew itself from her mouth. She gasped for air as soon as the bulbous tip cleared her lips. Instantly, she began to gag and cough as the thicc strands of the cum-saliva mixture that connected her lips to his cock were snapped, flying down her windpipe. Her hand went to her throat as she collapsed forward onto all fours. Her swollen cum-gut and fat tits hit the floor as she clutched her throat.
“You okay, Rosa?” Hugh asked, leaning down to check on her. Her hand left her throat, holding it up to her friend.
“I’m … f-fine,” she managed to quite literally choke out. “I think I have some cum in my lungs.” She took a big gulp, trying to get herself back to normal. Her entire body was covered in sweat, as was Hugh’s.
She managed to pull herself back up to her knees, then rose to her feet. Her legs felt weak, with an obvious wet splattering running between her plump thighs. Her hand went to the massive, swollen gut currently hanging off her body. Her dainty, svelte back and snatched waist doing the impossible by supporting a stomach that resembled being ten months along
with triplets and two tits that were clearly meant to feed them and the rest of their kindergarten class. Her hand brushed the swollen stomach, eliciting a shudder of pleasure.
“You always cum so much,” she grinned giddily, biting her lower lip.
“Yeah …” Hugh nodded. “Sorry, I can’t imagine being stuffed like that makes life easy.”
Rosa gave a bashful wave. “Please … it feels good. I, uhh … I like being a cum dumpster for your cock.”
Hugh’s member bucked at the statement, still erect between his legs. “Careful now … I might put another load into you if you keep talking like that.”
Rosa gave him a seductive look. “Oh? Is that a threat …?” She backed up, sitting down on the bed. The top-heavy whore pushed herself backwards onto the sheets. She could just barely keep eye contact with him over her huge tits and massive cum-gut. All the same, Rosa spread her legs, revealing her glistening, plump pussy. “… or a promise?” she purred, putting her hands on her thicc thighs.
Hugh all but leapt up onto the bed. Rosa shrieked with excitement as she felt Hugh’s bulbous cock head against her puffy pussy lips. He thrust forward, penetrating her. Rosa’s head snapped backwards. The two were lying in a bed of her hair as Hugh began to mercilessly pound into her perfect pussy. His mouth lowered to her huge tits, sealing his lips around one of her nipples. She moaned like the whore she was as his tongue teased the pink cap to her tits.
Both of them were so absorbed in each other that they didn’t hear the high-pitched beep of the door being unlocked or the soft footfalls that stepped inside. It was only when a pair of arms wrapped around Hugh’s torso that either of them took note of the third entrant.
“Fuck, you look good with a belly fulla ball batter, Rosie.”
Hugh twisted his head around and saw the petite gym leader right behind him. “Well?” Roxie chuckled. “Don’t slow down. Pump a load into this whore!”
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