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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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It was well past midnight, but a room at the Virbank City Pokémon Centre was still alive with noise like it was the middle of the day. Three occupants were inside the room - a brunette with hair that nearly touched the floor, sporting a set of tits that were several magnitudes larger than her head; a bluenette with a cock the width of his thigh and the length of his torso, sporting a set of balls roughly the size of his fist, his whole body coated in sweat; and a white-haired woman, standing at just barely five feet tall, with a set of tits that were decently sized, a spankable ass, thighs that brushed together, and a grin of wild lust that proved why she was able to fuck just as easily as her hyper-proportioned partners.
The bluenette, named Hugh, was currently lying on his back on the large queen-sized bed that filled the centre of the room. On top of him were his two partners. The first, the brunette, Rosa, was riding his face, sealing her thick thighs around his skull, leaving him deaf as his tongue burrowed deep inside her snatch. Rosa moaned and mewled, shaking against him as she grinded her crotch up against his chin. Her hair was tied up in a massive bun, held in place by several large hair ties and clips. It was nearly the size of a second head atop her first. Her hands were planted firmly on his chest for stability. The busty slut’s massive cum-gut had shrunken a bit in the hours it had been since Hugh had pumped his first load of the night into her. Her fat back breakers were still in the way; nothing would ever shrink those. So her arms were pushed into both as she felt his pink appendage pressing up against some of her most sensitive spots that even a cudgel of a cock like his couldn’t touch. The white hearts in Rosa’s eyes were burning so bright that there was some smoke rising from her pupils. The brunette’s face was contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy, a weeping, crying smile of joy on her face. Tears streaked down her flushed red face, forming a strange path around the smile that was torn open on her face, lips and teeth parted wide. Her fingers curled, clutching his svelte torso tightly. Hugh shuddered as she pushed more of her weight onto him.
“Oh, Arceus Alive, yes!” she moaned in a cooing, pathetic tone. Her cunt was beyond overstimulated, having been atop Hugh’s head for nearly an hour now. His entire upper body was soaked in her juices, leaving a truly impressive stain on the sheets. Her body was shuddering and shaking as another orgasm crept up on her. Her twat tightened, trapping his tongue inside as she unleashed another torrent of squirt. It was a far cry from the gallons of arousal she had been pissing into his mouth before, but still enough for him to swallow. His stomach had a small bump in it, though nothing like the pregnancy-esque gut that both Rosa and Roxie (who had already taken a load in her twat) were currently sporting.
Roxie was down by Hugh’s crotch. His legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, with his gargantuan cock jutting up like the main mast of a ship from his crotch straight into the air. The gym leader was standing up. Her short frame and the height of Hugh’s cock (along with the height of the bed) mandated this. Her dainty hands were coiled up around his gargantuan cock, unable to properly wrap her hands around it, even when connecting finger tips. Luckily, Roxie was able to make up for her small hands. The tip of her tongue was lapping at Hugh’s impressive nuts, feeling the brewing, churning load of ball batter. One hand went from his cock to her stomach, caressing her womb, which he had turned into a jug for his dick snot. Her other hand was groping her tit. If Rosa was not in the room, Roxie would be considered busty. But because the big-breasted slut was there, Roxie was effectively flat-chested. However, she was once again able to make up for it.
Hugh’s cock was twitching and writhing in Roxie’s grasp. Her prehensile tongue was wrapped around his gargantuan bitch breaker of a dick like a spring. Her twisted pink appendage pressed tightly around his turgid skin, suffocating it as drool leaked down from her mouth. Her eyes were rolled back in her head as the taste of Hugh permeated her extra-long tongue. Roxie’s eyes were rolled back in her head as her cunt throbbed between her legs. Her pink appendage was shifting and moving, jerking off Hugh’s massive cock with the tip stationed just outside of her mouth. His cock bucked and twitched, trying to escape its prehensile prison, but she refused to let it go.
“Oh ffffffuck,” Rosa moaned, her eyes refusing to focus. “Arceus Alive, this tongue!”
Roxie chuckled. “‘Et’ah thaa mai touh?” She winked at Rosa. Before the brunette could reply, Roxie’s head dove forward in a blur.
Rosa’s face twisted up in pure pleasure, her still-sensitive twat suddenly overwhelmed with sensation as Hugh screamed in pleasure. His hands were on her plump thighs, gripping them even tighter. Hugh’s pelvis thrust forward as Roxie effortlessly swallowed him down to the base. Her tongue unfolded itself from his dick as she hollowed out her cheeks and constricted her throat tightly. The massive member shot a blast of pre-cum straight into Roxie’s stomach. A massive shot, but nothing more than a drop compared to all the compacted seed currently trying (and failing) to impregnate her womb. The gym leader’s head was a blur as she began to rapidly bob up and down the cock, letting more than half of it out before diving back down. Her tongue was always left behind as she pulled back, using her impressive prehensile appendage to pleasure and stroke his massive member when her lips were away. Hugh’s cock was soaked through to the boner with spittle as Roxie orally worshipped his cock, coating it in reverence as much as she was giving it a saliva bath. The bulbous tip sprayed another shot of pre-cum straight into her stomach. Roxie let out a moan as the taste rushed up her throat, hitting her long tongue. Her hands went to his thighs, supporting herself as she lowered herself to her knees, taking a deepthroating position. She was now thrusting her head upwards towards his crotch as she sank just out of sight below the edge of the bed.
Hugh’s tongue was assaulting Rosa from all angles in response, the bluenette as overstimulated as Rosa herself was. The brunette wailed, her entire body shaking.
“RIGHT THERE!” she shouted so loud that the deafened man could hear her. “I’M CUMMING! OH ARCEUS ALIVE, I’M CUMMING~!”
Her cunt erupted once again, a bit more than the last finish but a far cry from her first few. Once again, Hugh swallowed and swallowed, his stomach growing slightly. He was on the brink of a finish, and he didn’t even try to fight it - he didn’t have the strength to. His nuts contracted (though without the fanfare they had had earlier). Roxie’s moan filled the room, joining Rosa’s mewling, droning coo in a duet of pleasure. Her already swollen stomach grew even more as Hugh emptied gallons upon gallons of cock water straight into Roxie’s stomach, which was soon stuffed full like her twat. The poison-type gym leader was diligent as she swallowed his massive, brewing load. Her eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure rushed across her body.
Rosa fell away and/or was pushed off of Hugh’s face. The bluenette gasped for air, his head completely soaked as if he had gone swimming. He sat up, pulling himself from the massive wet spot that had spread out onto the sheets. Roxie pulled back as well, thick strands of spittle and saliva flying from her pouty lips as she fell backwards onto her perky butt.
“Arceus fucking alive,” Roxie growled. Her pale hand went up to her soaked chin, scooping in some of the debris that had fallen out. “That cock is lethal.”
Hugh grinned. “Thanks.”
“Huuuuuugh,” Rosa sang. The still-erect man twisted around, just in time for Rosa to swallow his girthy cock between her massive funbags. Rosa looked up at her childhood friend before playfully licking at his soaked tip, tasting Roxie’s spit and his cum upon it. She groped and squeezed her gargantuan back breakers, starting to pump them up and down the lubed-up meat silo. Her hands were sinking into her fat tits, absorbed into a fraction of the surface area that made up her huge breasts. A soft giggle escaped her lips.
“Giratina,” Hugh moaned, “you two are trying to kill me.”
“That’s what happens when you bring a cock like that around two size queen nymphomaniacs,” Roxie joked, getting to her feet (trying her best to hide the fact that her legs were weak and shaking). “It’s just natural. Like Zangoose and Seviper fighting.”
“Roxie’s right, Hugh,” the busty slut purred. “You have a moral obligation to fuck us until we’re satisfied or you’re cumming dust. Anything else would be considered a crime against the laws of nature.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want to upset the forces of nature,” Hugh grinned. His hand went to the back of Rosa’s head, gripping her long, seemingly endless brunette hair. The slutty woman licked at the massive cockhead, bigger than the size of her fist. She continued to pleasure his cock with her breasts, knowing he was overstimulated. The bluenette gnashed his teeth together. His massive member bucked, trying to escape the prison of tit that it found itself inside of. A shot of pre-cum erupted from the tip, slamming across the length of Rosa’s face, covering one side completely in a clear coat. She could feel the throbbing of his swollen shaft between her fat tits, putting his heartbeat up against hers. White hearts burned brightly in her eyes as she stared longingly up at her childhood friend.
“Hey,” Roxie’s voice brought Hugh’s attention around.
The bluenette twisted around just in time to find her soft lips. Roxie’s impressively long tongue invaded Hugh’s mouth, making his cheeks bulge out. His hand reflexively shot up, grabbing onto her slender frame. His other hand went up to her face, cupping it lightly. His cock bucked between Rosa’s fat chest again, but produced nothing.
“Ooooh, Hugh,” Rosa moaned. “Paint me fucking white with your dick paint. I need it.”
“You hear that?” Roxie purred, pulling herself away from the tongue fucking she was giving Hugh. “She’s begging like a man dying of thirst, asking for water. You gonna deny that slut what she needs? Don’t you feel the way her fat tits are wrapped up around your cock? The way those back breakers are worshipping your cock like Its Arceus Itself?”
Hugh let out another grunt, another shot of pre-cum blasting off and covering Rosa’s face. Roxie sauntered past Hugh and around the side of the bed. She crawled up onto it, swaying her hips (which were roughly the same width apart as Rosa’s: curvy, but a far cry from the shelves that Hilda Blackburn had). She drew up behind the busty slut, pushing her decent chest into her back. Roxie’s tiny arms reached forward, putting a second set of hands onto Rosa’s tits (still barely covering the total surface area of the huge back breakers). The two women pumped their arms up and down in tandem, jerking off Hugh’s massive cock with Rosa’s fun bags.
“Cum for us,” Roxie purred.
“Cum for us,” Rosa repeated a moment later.
Hugh gnashed his teeth together, wincing hard as he clenched his hands into fists. “We want it~” Roxie mewled.
“We need it~” Rosa added. “Cum for us.”
“Cum on us~” Roxie licked her lips. “Please.”
“Please,” Rosa pleaded in a submissive tone, looking at Hugh with big Deerling eyes.
The bluenette began to thrust up into Rosa’s massive tits, his movements frantic and sporadic, no rhythm to them.
He’s so close Both of the sluts thought as they were completely enraptured by the sight of his bulbous, reddened cock head escaping from in between Rosa’s huge tits. Rosa could feel Hugh’s heartbeat throbbing in his massive member.
“Cum for me,” she whispered under her breath, bright white hearts shining in her eyes. “Cum for me.”
Hugh threw his head backwards, letting out a long, mewling moan. His nuts contracted, draining out the last of the nut sludge they had stored inside them. Massive, thick ropes of sticky white seed sprayed out from the tip. It arched through the air, slamming down upon Roxie and Rosa. The two sluts shuddered as they felt the ball batter against their soft, sensitive skin. Another shot erupted, streaking high up into the air before crashing down upon them. A third shot was followed by a fourth and a fifth. The sixth and final rope barely cleared the deflating tip, which was just barely poking out from between Rosa’s tits. Hugh was spent, taking in big gasps of air, trying to keep himself sane as fatigue from hours of rutting took him.
Rosa and Roxie were upon each other in an instant, cleaning each other with their tongues, drinking up every last droplet of cum that lay upon their bodies. Lithe, small fingers caressed each other’s soft skin for some time before they fell asleep, clutched in each other's hands.

Hilda returned to the Pokémon Centre late in the evening. Her hands were clutched around a massive stomach filled with Brycen’s seed. All three of her holes had been stuffed for hours. Her legs were weak, her thicc, pillowy thighs were wobbling, barely able to keep her weight upright. She was still a block away as several vagrants and hooligans approached her. Her wife-beater was pulled up over her swollen stomach, tied off like a Daisy Duke. Her black vest hung down by her side. Her denim short-shorts were still like a thong thanks to her industrial bakery of an ass.
“Evenin’ beautiful,” one of the vagrants with a shaved head greeted her, wiping his finger across his nose. “S’it a boy or a girl?”
“It’s cum,” Hilda replied sternly. “Go away.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” another hooligan said, moving in close, putting his hand out and grabbing her arm. She pulled it away. “No need for the hate. S’all love, right boys?”
The other three all nodded, moving to effectively trap the former champion to the section of the sidewalk she was on. Hilda felt her heartbeat rising in her chest.
“So, what’s a cutie like you doing out so late unsupervised?” asked the lead vagrant, putting his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
“You boys really don’t want to keep this up,” Hilda shook her head, giving a slight smile of amusement at them.
“I don’t want to keep talkin’ to a pretty girl stuffed like an eclair?” he asked, gesturing his arms out, hands still in his pockets. “It’s either that or go back to the company of my friends here, and between you and me, you’re much better company.”
Hilda’s face twisted up in annoyance. “Alright … but I warned you.”
The vagrant grinned. “Hey, I enjoy a bit of spice.”
“Is that so?” Hilda sneered.
The Pokéball in her bag snapped open. The vagrants all backed up in shock as Emboar emerged, slamming his barrel-like arms and claws into his true barrel of a chest. He snapped his head backwards, letting out a torrent of flames into the evening.
“Holy shit!” one of the hooligans screamed, and they all scattered.
Hilda let out a sigh, leaning back and putting her massive ass against the railing of the bridge she was crossing. She twisted her head around, looking down into the waterway below. She inhaled sharply, taking in the truly putrid smell of Virbank’s contaminated, murky water.
“I fucking hate this city,” Hilda clicked her tongue against her teeth. She turned her head, finding that her Emboar was giving her a confused expression. The pear-shaped slut shook her head. “I just … I don’t know what I’m doing right now, Emboar.” She began to press her fingers together. “I’ve never enjoyed big cities. But at least before, there were way fewer of those … thugs.”
She brought her hand up, scratching at the side of her face. “I can’t believe Rosa grew up around here. These cities are so noisy and gross. I should have just gone home. But no, I let my mom talk me into this whole fucking trip. Training my cousin … maybe Alder was right.”
She rose off the railing, hands back around her stomach, “Let’s just get back to the room … I’m tired.”

Hilda slept clean through the night after getting home. She was awoken rather suddenly by a pounding on her door. The groggy trainer wiped the sleep from her eyes. She was topless, wearing only a frilly pair of pyjama shorts (which were also turned into a thong by her massive ass). She hadn’t showered, leaving her brown hair a bit matted as she made her way to the door. Peeking through the eye-hole, she found Rosa and the blue-haired man from a few days ago.

Hilda pulled the door open, not concerned with being topless. “What’s up?”
“We ran into Team Plasma yesterday,” Rosa replied.
Hilda’s face turned. “What?”
“They stole some navigational equipment from the docks,” Hugh explained. “Clearly, Floccesy Ranch wasn’t a one-off.”
Hilda gestured. “Come inside, tell me everything.”
Hugh and Rosa stepped inside, shutting the door behind them.

Roxie was up early, departing the Pokémon Centre and heading to the docks to meet up with her dad. He was a barrel-chested man dressed in a huge admiral-like uniform, a double-breasted coat with yellow bands on the wrists and tassels on the shoulders. A thick, black moustache sat on his upper lip with an officer's cover upon his head. His long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his head.
“The former champion, aye?” he questioned, bringing one of his sausage-like fingers up to his broad chin, digging into his five o'clock shadow. “And two of her friends. Quite the change up from all your usual friends who want to go drinking in the big city.”
Roxie chuckled, a satisfied grin crossing her face. “I guess I’m finally growing up. Yesterday’s run-in with Team Plasma was apparently their second appearance in less than two weeks.”
Her father inhaled sharply, giving a small grunt. His massive arms folded in front of his body as his gaze fell to the ground for a moment. “You know … I was honestly shocked when you told me you were going to become a gym leader. I never imagined you’d do something so … professional, let alone get involved in a fight like this.”
“I can’t say that I blame you for that,” Roxie replied with a shrug. “I don’t know … there was just something that seemed right about it when they put out the call.”
“I’ll bring those friends of yours to the mainland,” her dad declared. “But … I am gonna ask for a favour.”
Roxie raised a curious eyebrow. “What’s up, pops?”
“I want you to talk to those bigwigs at the studio. I wanna try my hand at acting!” He declared with a jovial grin, letting out a barrel-chested laugh.
Oh Arceus Alive… Sweat dropped down Roxie’s face as her jaw went slack.

Hilda was sitting in the chair in her room in the Centre. She was practically poured into it, her plump, pillowy thighs pressing tightly up against the armrests that bracketed the office chair. Rosa was a few feet from her, standing up. Hugh was behind them both, leaning up against the wall.
“I … I can’t believe this,” Hilda shook her head. “I … Hilbert and I … we worked so hard to take them down. They were supposed to stay gone.”
“Only full eradication can kill a disease like this,” Hugh stated in a rather serious tone, drawing the attention of both of the women. There was a small pause as they both studied him, finding a rather intense look of disgust upon his face.
What is with this guy? Hilda wondered, raising a curious eyebrow.
Rosa knew but said nothing. She turned her attention back to Hilda. “Speaking of your twin, where is he? We should call him back to help with this.”
Hilda rose from her chair suddenly. “I don’t know!” she declared sharply, twisting around to show Rosa and Hugh her gargantuan industrial bakery of an ass. The bottom-heavy whore moved over to the window, staring out into the city she despised so much. Her hands came up, folding in front of her chest. Rosa turned and looked at Hugh. The top-heavy slut waved him off. The bluenette slinked away, stepping out of the room.
“Okay … so,” Rosa stepped towards her still partially nude cousin, “You seem really upset about something? Something to do with Hilbert?”
Hilda didn’t reply right away. “He’s busy trouncing the world, trying to find Plasma. We shouldn’t bother him,” she replied dismissively, twisting her head slightly to look at Rosa out of the corner of her eye.
“Plasma is here,” Rosa replied. “Wherever he is, it needs to be here.”
The busty slut’s eyes narrowed as she read Hilda’s expression, finding a trembling lip that wanted to curl into a frown. Brown eyes that lacked the conviction to meet her younger cousin’s gaze.
“That’s not what Hilbert’s doing at all, is it?” Rosa asked, recoiling a bit.
“No, he is,” Hilda twisted around, insistence in her voice as her hands came up. “Just … not the Plasma we’re looking for.”

Rosa threw her arms up in the air in frustrated confusion. “What does that mean?”
“N,” Hilda replied, looking away, bringing her hand up to her heart for a moment. “Hilbert’s looking for N.”
“That green-haired guy?” Rosa questioned. “Why … what?”
“So,” Hilda inhaled sharply, “the story you were told. The story everyone was told is a bit misleading. Hilbert and I. We didn’t beat Team Plasma alone. We had help.”
“From the gym leaders,” Rosa interjected. “That was in the news.”
Hilda shook her head. “From Reshiram.”
Rosa’s jaw dropped, eyes opening wide in shock. “Resh … Reshiram?”
Hilda nodded. “Reshiram chose Hilbert to be the new Hero of Truth. N was Zekrom’s champion - the Hero of Ideals.”
Rosa shook her head. “That’s an old fantasy story.”
“I watched it happen,” Hilda replied. “I watched my twin get chosen over me. After that, N disappeared. Hilbert said he was going to find him and bring him home. I haven’t heard from him since. I’ve left him plenty of Xtransceiver messages, but … nothing. No one’s even seen him, as far as I can tell. I’ve reached out to people in Kanto, Fiore, Kalos, Hoenn, Orre, Galar, Ransei … all over the world.”
“Your brother … has Reshiram …” Rosa sat on the edge of the bed, jaw slack in disbelief at the news.
“Yup,” Hilda nodded, giving a sniffle.
Rosa shook her head. “That doesn’t matter! You’re still the former champion. You are still an amazing trainer in your own right. You can do what Hilbert clearly can’t. You can be here and fight them!”
Hilda wiped her face, killing whatever tears were starting to build up.
“What?”

“You’ve bested them before; we can do it again,” Rosa stated.
“These Plasma grunts … they’re different,” Hilda replied. “More … militaristic.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Rosa replied, swiping her hand through the air. “We can still do something about this. C’mon, you wanted to go to the mainland anyway, so let’s chase them down!”
Hilda paused for a moment. “Why do you call it that?”
“Hmm?” Rosa cocked her head to one side. “What?”

“The mainland,” Hilda replied. “This isn’t an island.”
“It’s a cultural thing,” Rosa shrugged. “Y’all over on the mainland don’t really seem to like us over here, tucked down in the corner with Pokémon from other regions crawling around. We know how much you mainlanders pride yourselves on not having Pokémon from other regions to catch.”
Hilda was quiet, thinking back to how she and Rosa had discussed Virbank City upon first arriving. It had been the only place in this section of Unova she had ever visited. In their youth, on the rare chance that Rosa and Hilda would see each other in person and not over computer screens, it was either done in cities like Castelia or Nimbasa or at Hilda’s home.
“Well … if you’ll have me, this mainlander still wants to help you get stronger. So we can take on Team Plasma together,” Hilda smiled at her cousin.
Rosa nodded. “Sure, ‘cuz. Let’s go to the mainland.”

The ship departed the harbour less than an hour later. Onboard was the usual retinue of passengers bound for Castelia City for a multitude of reasons - work, vacations, travel, etc. In one of the private rooms (which normally cost quite a decent amount of yen to rent) were three bodies. The multi-hour journey would pass quickly for them, however, thanks to the privacy and intimacy that this room provided. All three of them had completely stripped themselves of clothing, tossing their various garments into a pile in the corner of the room.
Sitting on the bed was Hugh. The bluenette’s head was thrown backwards, letting out moans of pleasure as his massive cock jutted up from between his legs. The huge rod of flesh was largely obscured from sight by the equally large breasts of Rosa Whitley. Her titanic tits, several magnitudes larger than her head with nipples the size of her palm, had all but sealed away Hugh’s cock from view. The only thing that remained visible was the bulbous, spongy tip. It was engorged and bright red, looking swollen between Rosa’s huge breasts. The heat his cock was radiating between the busty slut’s tits was impressive, making the long-haired brunette sweat. The tip itself was not sitting completely unbothered. Two sets of pouty, soft lips were currently sealed to it, making out with the cockhead as much as they were making out with one another. Hilda Blackburn circled her tongue around Hugh’s cockhead, occasionally coiling it up around her cousin’s. The two pink appendages were slathering the bulbous tip in both spittle and worship as they moaned and mewled, each greedily drinking the seemingly endless spray of pre-cum that was spilling from the tip.
“Fuck,” Hugh moaned.
Hilda giggled. “So tasty. I get why you’re such a slut for this cock, ‘cuz.”
“Looks like you’re starting to be the same,” Rosa purred back. The two renewed their sloppy half kiss, pushing themselves closer together. Rosa’s massive bust was more than big enough to cover the full distance of Hugh’s thick shaft and then some. Her huge back breakers were pressed into Hilda’s own svelte, practically flat chest. The top-heavy whore’s arms were out, just barely managing to reach past the distance that her massive chest jutted out from her to clutch onto Hilda’s soft skin. Hilda was, in turn, holding her cousin as well. The two clutched each other’s squishy, sensitive forms to keep Rosa’s huge tits completely enveloped around Hugh’s cudgel of a cock.
Their tongues circled each other, eliciting a moan from each of the slutty cousins. Hilda’s fingers clutched Rosa’s gooseflesh skin, making the busty slut shudder in anticipation.
“Arceus Alive, you two,” Hugh moaned. “I can’t believe your cousin is just as slutty as you are, Rosa.”
The top-heavy whore giggled, pulling her mouth back from her oral embrace with the former champion of Unova. “I know, isn’t it wonderful?” she purred. Her hands moved further south down Hilda’s soft form. Her hands flared out, following the sloping contours of her cousin’s triple-extra wide hips. With a squeeze, Rosa took hold of her perfect, warm hips. Hilda moaned slightly, still making out with Hugh’s cock tip. Her eyes winced shut as her thunderous thighs pressed together. Hilda’s lips sealed around Hugh’s cock head completely, hollowing out her cheeks as she did so. Her tongue pressed into the bluenette’s slit, drinking up his leaking pre-cum straight from the source. Rosa pushed her arms around her bust, sealing them more properly around Hugh’s cock as she began to pump her huge back breakers up and down. The bluenette’s head snapped backwards as he let out a long, sensual moan. A hand came up, coming to rest on the back of Hilda’s head, which was unoccupied by any hat. His fingers curled into her brown hair, interlacing the locks with his digits. He began to push lightly on her cranium, encouraging her to swallow more. Soon enough, Hugh’s massive, bulbous tip had disappeared into Hilda’s mouth.
SUCK! GAG! CHOKE! SUCK! SUCK! CHOKE! HLURCK! HUTCH! GAG! SUCK! HUTCH! SCHLURP!
Hilda’s head began to bob up and down rapidly as she completely swallowed his cock head and the first few inches of girthy cock meat that were jutting out from between her cousin’s bountiful chest. Hilda took more and more of Hugh’s delicious cock into her mouth with every pass. Soon her nose was touching the valley between Rosa’s bust. A moment later, Hilda’s face was completely buried in Rosa’s chest.
The busty slut let out a moan as she felt Hilda’s tongue suddenly snake out from behind her soft, sealed lips. The pink appendage flicked back and forth between Rosa’s bountiful chest, pressing into Rosa’s sensitive skin. The top-heavy whore was now flush with arousal, letting out droning moans of pleasure as her cousin licked and lapped at the most sensitive part of her body. Rosa’s grip on Hilda’s hips tightened, as did Rosa’s core, her cunt drooling between her thicc-enough legs (which looked like twigs compared to Hilda’s titanic, thunderous thighs).
Hilda moaned, vibrating Hugh’s cock in her throat. Hugh gave a yank to Hilda’s hair in response, stinging the former champion’s scalp, which only earned another moan from Hilda. Rosa’s grip on Hilda’s hips faltered, bringing her arms back to her ginormous bust. Rosa sank a bit lower, pulling her chest away from Hilda’s face. The bottom-heavy whore chased after Rosa. As the busty slut’s bust came to rest directly on top of Hugh’s massive nuts, Hilda’s face pressed into it again, pleasuring Hugh and Rosa at the same time with her tongue. She could feel Hugh’s veins throbbing inside her mouth, his cock now coated in spittle and reverence.
Hugh grunted as a shot of pre-cum erupted from his tip, splattering against Hilda’s throat (some of it clinging to the inside of her windpipe) and falling into her stomach. The taste made her mind melt for a moment. Her face was flushed red with arousal, eyes rolling back in her head as her core clenched around nothing. Hilda curled her toes as pleasure rushed up her spine, making her arch her back.
“Fucking hell,” Hugh hissed, gritting his teeth, “your cousin’s got as good a mouth as you do, Rosa.”
The busty slut pouted. “Doubt it.”
Hugh chuckled. “C’mon now, don’t be jealous, that’s a compliment. You gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had, easily.”
“She doesn’t even have half of your bitch breaker in her gut,” she protested. “You can’t be comparing us if she hasn’t even deepthroated you yet!”
“Then back your chest off,” Hugh said, giving her a dismissive wave. Hilda gave a moan that seemed to be a noise of agreement with Hugh, bobbing her head up and down his cock, swallowing a bit more as her whole head began to sink into the space in between Rosa’s huge tits.
“Fine!” The busty slut let go of her chest, shuffling backwards. Hugh’s cock was suddenly freed and exposed to the world. She scrambled backwards, taking two seconds to pull the full size of her chest away from Hugh’s cock. Her bottom-heavy cousin wasted not a second more. In an instant, Hilda’s head shot forward, leaving Hugh’s hand behind. Her pouty lips kissed his pubic bone, her tongue lapping at his heavy, full nutsack as she took him to the base in mere seconds. She swallowed hard, hollowing out her cheeks as best she could and constricting her throat (which was bulging from the sheer volume of cock inside of her).
Hugh’s arms both jutted out behind him, bracing against the bed he was sitting on. His eyes snapped shut as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. His huge nuts contracted hard, pulling back up to his crotch. The massive cock inside of Hilda’s throat engorged itself, clogging her windpipe completely as the turgid, hot skin pressed up against her soft innards. He couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. A moment later, his cock head erupted straight into Hilda’s stomach. The former champion was frozen in place, draped over one of Hugh’s legs as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. A seemingly endless spray of gallons upon gallons of fresh ball batter unloaded into her. Her stomach swelled rapidly, nearly matching Rosa’s tits in size as her body was turned into its true form: a cum dumpster. Hilda was shaking and shuddering slightly as pleasure overwhelmed her brain. She did not quite reach orgasm, but was a mere hair's breadth from it. Her eyes rolled off in two different directions as her arms leapt up, shaking as her nervous system briefly short-circuited. Her toes curled on the floor as she drank from Hugh’s cock like a woman dying of thirst finding an oasis. The taste shot up her throat, making her moan twice over.
Sooooo tasty She thought, even her thoughts slurring as her brain struggled to comprehend the sheer volume of pleasure she was experiencing in that moment.
Rosa bit her lip, feeling her rush of arousal at the sight of Hilda swallowing so much seed. Her hand dove between her spread legs as she squatted on the floor. Two fingers were now buried to the knuckles inside her pristine, plump pussy, soaking her hand in her juices. Her thumb was expertly working her clit. Her other hand was kneading and groping her gargantuan tit like dough, fingers pinching and prodding at her nipple, which was proportional to her tit and roughly the size of her palm. Her jaw was slack, letting every lewd and submissive moan escape into the air. Saliva was criss-crossing inside her mouth like a Spinarak’s web. Her tongue was hanging from her open maw, soaking her chin in slobber. White hearts were shining bright in her brown pupils.
Hugh’s body finally stopped shaking as his orgasm calmed down. Hilda began to slowly retreat up his cock, sucking hard as her tongue coiled around the still-rigid member, cleaning it of any debris from his orgasm. Her long and detailed spit shine meant it took her nearly two full minutes to properly release his cock after his orgasm. Hugh was shaking, his cock overstimulated from his finish as she kept sucking. A shot of pre-cum erupted from his tip as a parting gift, splattering clean across Hilda’s face, forcing her to shut an eye.
“Fuck … that was so delicious,” Hilda commented. Her hand came up, scooping some of the goopy pre-seed into her mouth. “No wonder you’re addicted to this dick, ‘cuz.”

“Ahhhh,” Rosa moaned as her fingers pressed into one of her more sensitive spots that most partners missed. She shut an eye as pleasure rushed up her spine. Her body shuddered and thrashed slightly. “I know. Hugh’s cock will leave you going through withdrawal if he’s not fucking you daily.”
Hilda purred. “Well then.” She turned towards the bluenette, her black hearts now burning brightly in her pupils.
“Hey!” Rosa pulled her fingers from herself, now glistening with her arousal. With a grunt, she pushed herself up to her feet, which were now shaking and weak. “I’m not letting you hog that cock!”
“Of course not, ‘cuz!” Hilda cheered. She turned and looked at Hugh. “Get up. Rosa … get on the bed.”
And so the bodies were reshuffled. Rosa lay down on the bed, her feminine figure cast starkly against the dark blue sheets, in particular, just how curvy her hips were in comparison to her snatched waist (more visible now thanks to her tits shifting off her stomach and ribs completely). Hilda admired the sight of her cousin for a moment, then reached up and took hold of Rosa’s legs.
“No, like this!” Hilda declared. With a heave, Rosa was dragged to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling towards the floor. The cum-stuffed, bottom-heavy whore then mounted the edge of the bed. Her stomach and Rosa’s tits locked together like puzzle pieces as Hilda lowered her weight onto her cousin. The former champion had her legs splayed into a full split, displaying all four of the lower holes between the two whores. Hilda’s cunt was glistening with arousal, her juices leaking down onto Rosa’s equally aroused twat.
Standing behind the two cousins, waiting for them to finish shuffling their bodies together, was Hugh, standing with a slack jaw, stunned by the sight before him. He had one hand lazily wrapped around his girthy cock, so thicc even he couldn’t fully grasp it. As he gazed at the seemingly endless pile of soft flesh before him, he couldn’t help but feel the bucking of his cock in his hands, a drooling strand of pre-cum falling from the bulbous tip towards the floor.
“Well?” both of the cousins purred at the same time.
“C’mon, Hugh,” Rosa cocked her head to the side, locking eyes with her childhood best friend, “we’re waiting.”
“It’s wrong to leave that fat, perfect cock of yours exposed to the air like that. Come put it where it belongs,” Hilda gyrated her hips a bit, making her massive cheeks jiggle and jump.
Hugh moved forward, feeling half as if he was being dragged forward by his dick. His free hand went up, grabbing onto Hilda’s meaty thigh. His massive cock came down like the swing of an executioner’s blade, slamming into the endless sea of pale flesh that was Hilda’s gargantuan ass cheek.
“Oooooh, “Hilda moaned, arching her back, pushing her cum gut against Rosa’s stomach and making her massive ass look bigger somehow.
Hugh dragged the massive cock backwards, letting it fall over the edge. He placed it halfway between Hilda and Rosa’s glistening pussies, letting his bulbous cockhead tease both of them as it brushed against their clits. Both of the cousins mewled and moaned, trying to keep their arousal contained. His hands pressed into both of Hilda’s meaty thighs, pinning her against the bed properly and locking Rosa beneath her. Hugh began to push his crotch forward slowly. Both of the cousins locked eyes, staring up at each other as they realised what he was doing.
His cock is gonna ricochet off our pubic bones and slip inside one of us. He’s letting fate decide who he penetrates first They both thought.
Hugh’s massive cock began to bow as his cock head continued to try and penetrate the impossible wall that was their bodies. Hugh’s cock was leaking pre-cum, falling like rain around Rosa’s twat. His hands gripped Hilda’s thighs, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, enveloping her squishy body. The bluenette gritted his teeth, waiting for his cock to make a decision.
I want it to be me! Both of the sluts thought, once again in unintentional unison I need his cock!
Hugh let out a roar as his cock finally slipped on the combination of arousal from both twats and his cock. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream as nearly half of Hugh’s long, girthy cock was stuffed inside her wanting cunt in mere seconds. His cock head punched into her cervix. Her eyes snapped shut as her cunt collapsed around the cock now suddenly penetrating her. Her body shook violently in Rosa’s embrace as Hilda’s orgasm properly overtook her. Her twat unleashed a gushing spray of squirt, splattering against Hugh’s crotch. The bluenette gripped her thighs, keeping her from completely spinning out as her orgasm ripped her mind to a thousand shreds. Drool fell like rain from her open mouth down onto Rosa’s face. The bluenette’s cock splattered her cervix with his pre-cum, feeling the pleasure of her constrictive love tunnel around his cock. Hilda could feel the throbbing of his massive member inside of her, his puffy veins pressed against her sensitive spots. The twitching was driving her wild. As her orgasm calmed down, Hugh began to properly thrust. It was a single, swift motion that pushed him through her cervix and up into her womb.
“ARCEUS ALIVE!” Hilda shrieked with a high-pitched squeal. Hugh didn’t relent, pounding hard into the former champion.
PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP!
Her tongue was hanging from her mouth. Her face was flushed red, her eyes glazed over with lust, unable to focus on anything. Her jaw went slack as drool fell onto Rosa’s face. The busty slut watched with jealousy as Hilda’s mind was burning away with every thrust from Hugh. Then, her personality started to return. Rosa’s face became curious for a moment, but twisted up in pleasure a moment later. Her head snapped backwards as Hugh penetrated her cunt, slam-fucking his girthy cudgel of a cock towards her cervix. Like with Hilda, Hugh penetrated her with ease, pressing his gargantuan cockhead up to the innermost wall inside of her uterus.
“Oh fuck!” Rosa exclaimed, her tongue leaping from her mouth. Hugh’s cock was throbbing inside her twat, his puffy veins pressed against all the sensitive spots that only he and she knew. Hugh gave Rosa a few vicious thrusts, sending a shot of pre-cum erupting from his tip and splattering against her innermost wall. Then, he withdrew.
Just as Hilda was starting to collect her mind again, she lost every piece she had retrieved as Hugh’s gargantuan cock slammed back into her pussy, penetrating her cervix yet again. The former champion let out a pathetic wheeze, eyes open wide and completely unfocused from the feeling of penetration. Just like with Rosa, Hugh gave the bottom-heavy slut a few vicious, quick thrusts before pulling out and swapping back to Rosa’s pussy.
The bluenette’s teeth were gritted hard as he continued to alternate between the two holes. Both of the cousins were melting, barely receiving any rest in between penetrations, with the pleasure from having such a massive cock inside them lingering long after when they were being fucked. Each of them was gripping tightly to the other, relying on each other for stability. Neither of them was able to say anything or even look at one another. Every time Hugh stuck his cock inside them, their minds suddenly jumbled up like they had been in a blender, and they were unable to properly fix themselves before Hugh penetrated them again. Hugh, meanwhile, was barely holding back his orgasm.
Dialga be damned … are they cousins or twins? It’s like I’m fucking Rosa twice over! He thought. His balls were begging to release their massive load. Both of the women were mewling, pathetic forms, squirming with every thrust. He pulled out to swap holes again, sending a shot of pre-cum from his cock splattering against both sluts.
“Ahhh!” they both moaned loudly. He gripped his twitching cock, begging for release, and pressed it into Rosa. The busty slut shrieked. Her hands gripped Hilda tightly, holding on for dear life at this point. Her cunt constricted tightly around Hugh’s cock, as if trying to grip onto it and keep it inside her. Hugh’s bulbous tip penetrated her cervix again. Rosa let out an ear-piercing scream as she achieved orgasm, sending a gushing spray of squirt just like Hilda’s up against Hugh’s crotch.

The bluenette could hold on no longer. He withdrew from Rosa, his cock now glistening with a mixture of arousal from both cousins. He stroked his cock from base to tip quickly. Hilda’s cum-drunk head swung around, curious as to why she hadn’t been penetrated again, and spotted Hugh bringing himself to finish. With what little strength and stamina she had left, Hilda threw herself off Rosa, landing next to her cousin with their legs interlocked. Their hands clasped together as well, drawn up close to their faces.
Hugh grunted as his orgasm finally took him. His legs were like jelly, his whole body shuddering as his massive cock bucked and twitched wildly in the air. A massive rope of thick white seed erupted from his cock, flying through the air and splattering down across both Hilda and Rosa. Followed by another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another.

It was sunset when the boat pulled into the dock at Castelia City. Hugh, Rosa, and Hilda were redressed (and showered, removing all of the sweat and cum). Hilda’s stomach had shrunken back down to its typical size, but both of the slutty women still reeked of Hugh’s cumshot, the smell seemingly buried in their pores now. The three disembarked last off the ship, having wanted to spend as much time as possible rutting together before departing.
The dock itself was a large, flat slab of stone jutting out into the water. Across from them was a gargantuan sailboat, with masts reaching high into the sky.
“Well damn,” Hugh stated, looking up at the massive thing. “Whose boat do you think that is?”
“No clue,” Rosa shook her head. “Someone would need a lot of money to build something like that in this day and age.”
There was a pause between the two friends. “You sure I can’t convince you to travel with me and Hilda?”
“You’re still set on the gym challenge, right?” Hugh asked.

Rosa nodded. “It's … fun.”
Hugh shook his head, trying to toss away the smile that had formed on his lips. “I never thought I’d see you become a trainer. But … that’s your path. I can’t play at that stuff just yet. I need to keep on them while the trail is still fresh.”
“I understand,” Rosa nodded. She reached over, grabbing onto his upper arm. “Take care, Hugh.” They leaned together, planting a loving kiss on each other’s lips. Hugh pulled back, his arm coming up to cup Rosa’s face. She nuzzled herself into his palm, eyes closing in relief at the sensation of his touch.
“Bye, Rosa,” he said in a soft tone.
The bluenette turned and left. Rosa’s arms dropped to her sides, letting out a sigh of sadness.
“Alright, ‘cuz,” Hilda’s voice cut through Rosa’s melancholy, “you ready?” Rosa nodded. “Right … Castelia City. Team Plasma. There’s a gym here, too, right?”

“Yup, yup. Burgh,” Hilda replied. “Bug types.”
“Great …” Rosa stated in a sarcastic tone. “Hilda.”
“Yeah, ‘cuz?”
“I’m really happy that our moms kicked us out together. I’m … I’m really enjoying this journey with you.”
Hilda grinned, wrapping an arm around Rosa and pulling her in for a hug. “Me too, Rosa.”
The two women set off, marching confidently down the pier and into the great big skyline of Castelia City.
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