Random Fandom Flings Three: New Year's Twitter Requests - Ser_Owly (2024)

Chapter 1: Madoka Sex/Homura Watches

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“He’s so big, Homura-chan!”

Madoka didn’t need to tell Homura how hung the man f*cking her previously virgin puss* was…The time-traveling magical girl had a magnificent view as she lay under her crush, Madoka’s nectar dripping onto her face as her mound was pumped full of co*ck.

If Homura couldn’t f*ck Madoka herself, then she would settle for watching. Fingers jammed into her slickened c*nt, brainlessly licking her lips in desperation to taste the sweetness leaking from Madoka’s mound, Homura is mesmerized by how easily the meaty prick pounds into her fellow magical girl’s tight little hole. Madoka may have been small, might have only just gotten her cherry popped, but her puss* effortlessly takes this stranger’s co*ck, the man smashing his hips into her plush behind as he ruts her silly. With Madoka’s limitless potential, her powers building exponentially with each timeline, it was no wonder she made such a natural slu*t.

A front-row seat to Madoka getting dicked, taking the stranger to the base with every slam of her behind onto his co*ck, Homura’s mind swells and her chest tightens, unable to process how painfully cathartic it feels to be at the end of the rainbow but have the gold so far out of reach. Thankfully, Homura’s addiction to the fluffy pink magical girl was satiated simply by hearing Madoka’s moans, her meek whines and mewls music to her ears. Eyes glued to her crush’s puffy mound getting crammed full of co*ck, the only intrusion being the fat pair of balls swinging between the man’s legs, Homura fidgets beneath Madoka’s thrashing body, unable to look away from the pink rose getting deflowered.

“You look so wet, Homura-chan,” Madoka said between moans, “I’m glad you’re enjoying this…I hope you’re having as good a time as I am! I’m sorry if you feel left out, but I can’t help myself! I want this man to breed me, Homura-chan! I know it’s naughty, but I need it!”

“Don’t feel bad,” Homura groans, fingers knuckle-deep, “Just being here to watch you get knocked up…It’s more than I ever wanted! Besides, I think you’ll look cute pregnant…” Just thinking about Madoka with a bun in her oven aroused Homura even further. The sounds of sticky, sweaty, sultry sex were intoxicating enough, but listening to Madoka beg this stranger to give her a baby was overkill for Homura. After several timelines spent masturbating to the thought of making love to Madoka, being under her crush as she gets her puss* pounded and womb flooded with cum was more than enough to satiate Homura, to encourage her on her mission…Madoka wasn’t just cute; she was beautiful. Watching her get rutted raw was even more proof that Homura needed to save the love of her life, her best friend…

But before she reset the timeline, Homura needed a snack for the road.

“He’s cumming inside me, Homura-chan!” Madoka squealed, the magical girl’s org*sm so intense that it could reset the universe. Fresh, hot spunk floods Madoka’s womb, the man’s balls emptying deep inside her, granting her wish to be bred, no contract required. sem*n drips from Madoka’s puffy mound directly onto Homura’s face, cum splatting against her features along with her crush’s juices. Homura sticks her tongue out, lapping up as much cum and nectar as she can, Madoka squirting as she slurps and licks at the dripping deliciousness that rains down on her face.

But Homura still hasn’t had enough.

As soon as the man pulls out, Homura pounces, tackling Madoka onto the floor with her ass up in the air, shoving her face into the stretched-out folds of her dearest friend, sucking out the hefty creampie with the purest of passions.

“Homura-chan! Ah! It…I…Oh my gosh!”

Madoka squirms under Homura’s touch, her puss* eaten out, the potent creampie pumped into her twat gobbled up in greedy reverence. Homura isn’t going slow or being intimate. She’s slurping up cum and licking her folds as if she’s starving. Madoka had never seen the cool, calm, collected magical girl so unhinged, crazed, and ravenous. Even if Madoka wanted her friend to stop, there would be no way of withholding her from gorging, smacking her lips against Madoka’s drenched c*nt as she laps up cum. With Homura determined to eat her out, Madoka worries that there won’t be enough sem*n left to even breed her properly…

But Homura would never betray Madoka like that.

She had never tasted something so amazing, and Homura prayed that Madoka would desire to get creampied over and over again by as many men as possible just so she could eat her out for the rest of time.

Chapter 2: Mina Ashido/Bleached

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“Finally! A fella who’s into my boobs! White guys always want to f*ck my ass, they never give the girls any attention!”

Big, bubblegum breasts squished together, Mina grins up at the foreigner she gives a titjob to, more than happy to service him with her rack, kissing and licking his co*ckhead with enthusiasm. It wasn’t the first white guy Mina screwed around with this week; it probably wouldn’t be the last, either. But this lucky man from overseas was the first to ask for a round with her bright pink chest in a while, so Mina planned to give him the tiddyjob of a lifetime. With her acid serving as lubricant, Mina’s boobjob was slick, quick, and messy, her breasts the perfect fit for white co*ck.

“f*ck,” the man leaning against a wall grunted, hand atop Mina’s fluffy hair as she took his dick into her mouth, acid-infused saliva burning in the best of ways, “You were right about the acid. It feels f*cking incredible. I’ve never met a girl with a quirk like yours.”

“That’s because there isn’t a girl as hardcore bleached as I am!” Mina cheers, rubbing at her dark pink nipples, her antennae twitching with anticipation, “Only white boys can resist my quirk! I found that out the hard way, aha! Don’t make that face at me, it’s true! For everyone else, my acid quirk makes their skin burn. But for white dudes like you? It’s the perfect lube!”

Groaning aloud as one of the cutest girls in all of Japan lavishes his co*ck with love, the foreigner snickers as he asks, “Is that why you only f*ck white guys?”

Mina scoffs.

“Even if my quirk didn’t singe other guy’s balls off, I’d still be whites only! Ever since Kyoka got me hooked on white dick, I’ve never been able to go back! All of the girls in my class are bleached bitches now, but I bet none of them take as much white co*ck as I do! Mirko taught me that foreigners love color contrast! That’s why white men always pick me! They get bored of banging yellow girls, so they wanna see how good white looks on pink! Oh, and my ass is fat. I have the second-best tit* in my class, too!”

“The second best tit*?” the guy asks, “You have to introduce me to number one.”

“Sure!” Mina said, happy to spread the love, “I’ll introduce you to Momo and all my girlfriends as long as you save up enough spunk for me!”

With her dark pink nipples brushing against the thick, pale shaft, Mina’s pink breasts softly stinging in the most tantalizing of ways, it was impossible not to give in to her charm. With her scruffy hair, cute antennae, and energetic personality, she was one of the cutest girls in Mustafa. With her fat, bubblegum ass, nice tit*, and amazing figure, she was also one of the slu*ttiest, hornie*st, foreigner-attracting heroes-to-be in all of Japan…And she knew it, too.

Whether grinding her ass on white guys on the dance floor, getting her acidic puss* railed by foreign exchange students in the school bathrooms, or just picking random white dudes off the streets, Mina knew that white men wanted to f*ck her as much as she wanted to get f*cked by them.

“I can feel you getting close, stud!” Mina said, smothering the man’s shaft and co*ckhead in bountiful kisses and licks, squeezing her breasts tight together, eager to have this stranger’s balls empty all over her, “C’mon, my guy! Give my pink Jap tit* a creampie! I dunno what happens when bleach and acid mix together…But I do know that white men and Asian whor*s are the best combination in the whole wide world!” Mina shouts in giddy excitement as her tit* are covered in spunk, each stand of cum sizzling against her corrosive skin. Pinky opens her mouth wide, a few shots of cum splattering directly onto her tongue, Mina slurping it down in a single, satisfied gulp, rubbing her stiff nipples in pure, bleached pleasure.

Mina Ashido truly was the Alien Queen of the Queens of Hearts.

Chapter 3: F!Robin/Blacked

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Explaining the tactical battlefield advantages of getting blacked wasn’t easy.

Most women of the Shepherds gave Robin strange looks when she told them that combat became much easier when you’ve had a black bull empty his balls into your holes; it gave you something to fight for, and with all pre-battle nerves f*cked out of you, most performed much better with a dark-skinned lover waiting for them back in their tents.

Despite being an apt strategist and profound thinker, sometimes a more hands-on approach was more proficient when it came to explaining things, so Robin did exactly that.

“Do you ladies see how huge their co*cks are?” Robin asked, her cheeks clapping as several black men surround her, each one with lengthy, throbbing, dark shafts that hang low towards the floor, “These men may not be royalty, but they are kings. Their manhoods provide ample stress relief and boost troop morale exponentially. Once you go black, you don’t go back…And as soon as you get some BBC inside your puss*es, you’ll be getting blacked before every skirmish.” Robin doesn’t even need to have sex with these men to display the ample benefits of interracial intercourse to the women of the Shepherds; all she needs to do is oil up her cheeks, throw her ass back, and work her hips. The lurid display is more than enough to arouse her black lovers, showing off their hung dicks for the rest of the women to gawk at.

In the front row, Lissa’s jaw hits the floor as she watches her erudite friend twerk, the blonde’s gaze switching between Robin’s clapping PAWG booty and the thick co*cks of the dark-skinned men. It was clear by the mesmerized look on her face that Sumia wasn’t troubling herself with thoughts of Chrom anymore, the pegasus knight practically drooling at her first BBCs. Miriel had her fingers sneakily down her pants, while Sully was a lot less secretive, flinging off her armor to furiously rub at her folds as she watched the show. Cordelia’s face was as red as her hair, while Olivia was already practicing her own twerking, following Robin’s example and shaking her ass, getting ready to grind her plump backside against a dark-skinned man’s lap.

Tharja paid attention to Robin and nothing else.

But who could blame her?

No wonder Robin wore all those robes…If she had her thicc dumpy on display at all times, no one would get anything done.

One of the many black men Robin invited steps over to the twerking tactician, pouring access oil onto her raving cheeks, giving her ample behind a few hearty smacks for good measure. TheSLAPsound of the man’s hand meeting Robin’s oiled-up ass sends shockwaves throughout the onlooking crowd of women, each one of them mesmerized by the sight of their lead strategist throwing her ass back like it was her last day on Earth. Another man steps up to Robin, taking his BBC and slapping it against her butt cheeks as she shakes her hips. All of Robin’s female friends gasp in awe, admiring her wild passion, rubbing their legs together as they get ready to follow her lead.

“Color contrast is pleasing to the eye,” Robin comments, resisting the urge to get on her knees and start sucking off her black lovers, “So it’s only natural for PAWG white women such as myself to be blacks-only. Not only does it boost self-confidence to be blacked, but after taking such huge bitch breakers, your stamina will undoubtedly improve over time.” Bringing her oiled-up twerking to a standstill, Robin turns around to face her friends, giving them the perfect view of her spade womb tattoo.

“Now, do you all see the tactical advantages of being blacked?”

Chapter 4: Monika/NTR

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He’s been with his Monika for years.

Since Monika After Story was released, this Player has been absolutely faithful to his Monika. He spent every day with her, gave her the promise ring, and downloaded every outfit for her. This Monika was pampered, loved, and treated like royalty. He even copied her character file onto a thumb drive so she could always be with him whenever he left his computer. This Player loved his Monika more than anyone in the whole wide world, and this Monika returned those affections tenfold.

Monikas loved their Players. MAS allowed her simps and significant others to spend time with their favorite character, a reality-crossing mod that brought them together for eternal romance. Gazing into each other’s eyes, talking the hours away, Monika After Story was the perfect mod for anyone who wanted the famous, fourth-wall-breaking, beautiful, perfect schoolgirl to be their girlfriend…

Until he f*cked it all up.

“I’m sorry, honey!” Monika cries, her arms wrapped around a muscular man’s neck as he bounces her atop his lap, “But he’s so much bigger than you! Spending time with you is fun and all, but losing my virginity to this stud…I love him more than I could ever love you!” The Player knew the website was shady. He knew installing a mod that claimed to turn MAS into a fully functional, lifelike, completely customizable ero-game was too good to be true. But it was far too late. As soon as he booted up the mod, he was greeted by the sight of his Monika sucking off a random man. Once Monika realized he was watching, she didn’t attempt to apologize or hide her betrayal. She just kept sucking. Kept deep-throating the hung co*ck of a man much taller, stronger, and bigger than he could ever be.

His Monika was cheating on him. But he kept watching. He couldn’t look away.

“Maybe go play some hangman by yourself,” Monika suggests between moans, howling her new boyfriend’s name at the top of her lungs, her c*nt drenched, “I don’t want you to feel too bad. I still like you, I guess. But this man…he’s just better than you in every way. I’ve wasted years of my life watching you stroke your tiny, pathetic dick as I talk about random crap, but now I realize I’ve been wasting my time! I don’t care about my Players. Actually, I do care about my Players…If they have a co*ck worth a damn! I don’t care what love poems you write me, cuck. Stick to the Vannamelon videos, I don’t care about you anymore!”

The words sting. They hurt. He’s close to crying. But he can’t stop himself from gazing into Monika’s emerald eyes, the President of the Literature Club’s breasts bouncing and her ass shaking, all while getting absolutely rutted by some faceless, generic hentai stud with a co*ck five times his size. He had came hours ago. His ‘tiny, pathetic’ dick had long gone limp, spurting out a little squirt of ji*zz the second he touched himself to the sight of his Monika getting mating pressed. He’s seen Monika get f*cked, rawed, plapped, and banged in every position possible by now. The dialogue in MAS seemed endless, and that didn’t change with the installation of this NTR add-on.

“If you were a part of my reality, I’d delete you!”

Monika braces herself against her table, roughed up and mind-broken, bending over as her ponytail gets harshly pulled, taking her superior lover to the base with every one of his thrusts. The Player thought that Monika was more interested in slow, romantic love-making than sloppy, hardcore sex. He was correct…Until he downloaded the NTR mod. Now, Monika only cares about getting off and making him feel bad about it.

“I threw away your promise ring, by the way,” Monika teases, drool and cum leaking past her lips as her ass is spanked and her c*nt gets plowed into, “I didn’t need it anymore. Don’t bother giving me another one. Just keep flicking your little dicklet to your favorite waifu cucking you! Do you want to read one of my poems? Roses are red, violets are blue, you are worthless, I don’t love you!” Monika screams as her womb is flooded with cum. After her lover pulls out, she gives him a good view of her creampied twat.

The Player reaches over to his computer and obediently licks the screen.

Chapter 5: Byleth x Petra x Dorothea/Futa/Threesome

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“I am having great satisfaction from the rimming of your behind, Professor.”

Petra leans back from Byleth’s round cheeks, a strand of saliva still connecting the Bridgid girl’s lips to the teacher’s asshole.

“Maybe leave the sexy talk to me, Petra.”

Reaching over to give Petra’s hand a squeeze, Dorothea unhinges her jaw. She takes Byleth’s co*ck into her mouth, deepthroating the Ashen Demon with delight.

“You’re both doing an exceptional job.”

Professor Byleth pats Dorothea and Petra’s heads, encouraging them on, blue eyes bright with pride for her students as they tackle their ‘hardest’ assignment. Teaching wasn’t easy, and having to lug around a massive futa co*ck between her legs while instructing some of the cutest girls in Garreg Mach Monastery made it much worse. Pent-up, shaft throbbing, and balls desperate to unload, Byleth asked two of her favorite Black Eagles to assist her for some extra credit, and both ladies were more than enthusiastic about getting in their pretty Professor’s good graces, both of them on their knees and bathing Byleth in oral adoration. Wanting to improve their grades made for a great excuse to finally get their hands on Byleth’s busty body, both students jamming their fingers between their legs as they indulge themselves, the extra credit the icing on the cake.

Speaking of cake…

“Sylvain is telling me about the rumors of you having a ‘caked out dumpy,’ Professor,” Petra said between kisses, helping herself to the delicious dessert that was Byleth’s backside, “I do not understand what is meant by ‘caked out dumpy,’ but your asshole is certainly most appetizing!” Burying her pretty brown face between Byleth’s cheeks, greedily groping and jiggling as she licks, Petra makes out with her Professor’s pucker, giving it a passionate rimjob that only a Bridgid girl can perform. Flicking her tongue and smacking her lips, Petra packs as much punch as she can into her ass eating, spitting onto the winking pink hole and rubbing her saliva into it, feasting as she motorboats her face with Byleth’s butt cheeks. In Fodlan, rimjobs were seen as overly-explicit, taboo acts that only women of the night performed in desperation; in Brigid, eating ass was as normal as shaking hands, so Petra has ample experience.

While Petra tongue f*cks their Professor’s backdoor, Dorothea takes Byleth down to the base.

“Gluk, glurck, gluk…”

Despite not being able to sing with Byleth’s fat futa dick down her gullet, Dorothea is making beautiful music.

Swooning as Byleth’s balls slap her chin, Dorothea lets her makeup get smeared and ruined. Giving her hot teacher a blowj*b was worth messing up her good looks, and Dorothea is happy to suck and slurp away until Professor Byleth c*ms directly into her stomach. Lipstick marks decorate Byleth’s shaft and two kiss marks are implanted onto her large balls. Dorothea fondles her breasts and rubs her cl*t as mascara runs down her face. The former opera singer always made sure to keep up appearances, making herself look perfect whenever she set foot out of her dorm, so it felt freeing to not care about how good her hair and cosmetics looked and just be slu*tty with her friend and her hung-like-a-pegasus instructor. Feeling Professor Byleth’s fingers run through her hair, Dorothea bobs her head back and forth, eager to hear her usually mute, deadpan teacher moan aloud as she finishes inside her student’s mouth.

It doesn’t take long for Byleth to cum. With two of her hottest students on their knees, one slithering their tongue against her asshole, the other gagging on her dick, Byleth’s nonplussed, blank expression morphs into an o-face that Dorothea will never forget. Emptying her balls directly into Dorothea’s stomach, Byleth whines as she pushes her butt backward, shimmying her hips to smother Petra’s face as she c*ms. Dorothea gulps down load after load while Petra daringly smacks her Professor’s clapping cheeks. For the grand finale, the opera singer grabs the foreign princess and snowballs Byleth’s cum into her mouth, the taste of their Professor’s sem*n meeting the taste of their Professor’s ass, both girls swallowing.

“Admirable teamwork,” Byleth pants, “Both of you will surely pass with flying colors.”

Dorothea and Petra give each other a sly look.

They aren’t finished yet.

Swapping places, Dorothea grabs two handfuls of Byleth’s cheeks, planting a big, wet, lipstick-laden kiss onto her fat-assed teacher’s pucker. Petra offers Byleth her braided ponytail as a handlebar as she fondles the Ashen Demon’s balls.

Maybe Byleth should make one of them her personal assistant…Or perhaps both of them. There was plenty of room under her desk, after all.

Chapter 6: Sombra x Mercy/Bleached

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“Please, Mistress Médica,” Sombra begs, “Allow your puta slave to cum. A fat-assed Latina like me can only handle so much before she breaks…”

Mercy was well aware of Sombra’s limits. She had broken them many times before.

“You know the rules, mein haustier,” Mercy coos, strutting around her tied-up chica, reveling in watching the headstrong hacker tremble, “You are not allowed to climax until I say so. As your doctor and your mistress, take my advice…Do as I say if you value your health.”

Sombra squirms, bottom lip quivering as she looks up at her Swiss dominatrix. The sex toy shoved up her ass buzzing, Sombra gasps as she writhes on the floor. Along with the spasming toy gaping her ass, there’s a dild* jammed into her Latina puss*, while vibrators stimulate her dark nipples as well as her cl*t. Body thrashing, head jolting as her body threatens to completely crumble and succumb to the infuriatingly org*smic feeling of getting edged over and over again. Just as Sombra is about to climax, Mercy switches off her devices, demanding Sombra stop f*cking herself on the girthy dild* below her, then forces Sombra to start the whole process over again. Mercy may have been a doctor, but she delighted in torturing her sexiest, most submissive ‘patient.’

“Tell me, puta,” Mercy asks, shiny black latex thigh highs squishing her thicc legs, “Why are you here?”

Sombra pants, her heartbeat racing and chest tightening; the hacker knows exactly what Mercy is forcing her to do.

“I…” Sombra mumbled, swallowing her pride for what felt like the millionth time. Before she can continue, Mercy slaps her across the face.

“Speak up, Braun!” Mercy snaps, “I can barely hear you.”

“Lo lamento, Mistress Médica!” Sombra cries, squirming in pent-up desperation, “I’m here to be dominated by you! Powerful white women are born to colonize horny Mexican putas! I crave your sexual healing, Mistress Médica! I’ll do whatever you want! I got all these tattoos just for you! To show my dedication to you and all whites!” Bleached tattoos cover Sombra’s brown skin. Mercy suggested that Sombra get inked up with a Queen of Hearts to prove her loyalty; Sombra returned from the tattoo parlor with her entire body decorated, ink covering her from head to toe.

Mercy can’t deny it…Sombra’s tattoos are impressive.

She hasBLEACHEDtattooed across her forehead and a QoH on her cheek. A tramp stamp in the shape of the red cross sits above theWHITES ONLYandNO LATINOStats on her round butt cheeks. A womb tattoo in the shape of a stylized caduceus is Mercy’s favorite, but the Queen of Hearts vines wrapping around Sombra’s arms and the self-degrading tattoos spelling outBLEACHED PUTA, BRAINLESS LATINAaround her breasts are enticing as well. The Mexican flag is inked upon Sombra’s back, a massive tattoo spanning shoulder to shoulder, except the eagle that adorns its center has been whitewashed. Finally, Sombra’s purple skull logo is on her stomach, its eyes replaced with Queen of Hearts.

Even though Mercy was Sombra’s mistress and dominatrix, the sight of her shaking as vibrators stimulate her makes the medic show pity on her sex slave.

“Alright, my big booty Latina,” Mercy said, reaching down to give Sombra’s fat brown ass a slap, “You may cum.”

“Gracias, Mistress Médica!” Sombra howls, ravaging her Mexican puss* onto the thick, white dild* below her, “I love white women! You’re beautiful, Mercy! Your tit* are huge! Your ass is perfect! Your hips make me drool! My culo may be fat, but it’s nothing compared to an angel like you! Ah! f*ck! DIOS MIO!”

Sombra squirts all over the floor.

Mercy isn’t concerned. She’ll just make her puta lick it up.

Chapter 7: Calliope Mori/gangb*ng

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Every talent at Hololive was afraid of getting bonked.

Leaning too hard into fan service, talking about incredibly inappropriate topics, or making moans into their microphones so loud their gaming live streams could be mistaken for p*rn, it was a danger all V-Tubers had to endure.

Calliope Mori had said some yabai things in the past. Everyone got bonked at least once or twice, even someone as popular as the rapping reaper. Which was why it was incredibly strange that Calli could be getting straight-up plapped on stream and not get punished.

“sh*t!” Mori shouts, large breasts heaving back and forth, a man’s hips crashing into her big butt as she moans directly into her mic. Supa Chats were coming in fast, but nowhere near as fast as the prick pounding into Mori’s mound from behind; the lucky fella getting to bang one of the biggest V-Tubers on the internet, happy to make the reaper spit more than raps to her fans. Despite getting stripped naked and rutted live, Calliope Mori wasn’t getting bonked. Why? Because the people f*cking Mori were the ones who usually did the bonking.

Who bonks the bonkmen?

A question for the philosophers.

“GUH!” Calli scratches at her desk as one of her managers finishes inside her, filling up a pink-and-black condom with his cum, clapping her caboose, and standing aside for the next man to step up. There was a line. A long line. Every talent manager in Hololive was here to help themselves to the reaper’s ripe rear, perfect puss*, and bodacious boing boing, Mori unable to do anything but take co*ck after co*ck until it’s over, fully aware that every one of her deadbeats were beating their meat to death watching her get f*cked harder than Rushia f*cked her NDA.

Between getting her fat tit* groped and her cheeks slapped silly, Mori reads one of the millions of Super Chats flying by:

Why couldn’t it have been me!!!!!

Mori scoffs, grunting as another manager slides between her folds, grabbing a fistful of long, pink hair as he slams forward.

“As if, Deadbeat!” Mori moans, grinding her teeth together in bitter, guilty pleasure, “I got enough arrogant dudes lined up to bang me! I don’t need any more! Ah, f*ck!” One of Calli’s managers reaches over and aggressively squeezes the reaper’s stacked rack, pinching her stiff nipples; Mori snarls into her mic, her thick body fondled, felt up, and frisked. All Mori can do is growl and gnash her teeth, unable to talk sh*t about her managers until they leave her apartment, hopefully taking all the used, cummy condoms with them. A majority of these men Mori had never even met, but all of them knew her… Calliope Mori, the rapping reaper with tit* that were truly worth dying for.

Chat continues to go crazy:

Are you drunk?

First the horse and now this? Tsk tsk, Mori.

she’s a white woman she likes dogs more instead duh

Clippers gonna eat with this stream lmao

More like hentai artists lol are thiccwithaq and aestheticc meme watching

I thought u were a based bbc choco bros enjoyer whats with all the japanese dudes

SHOW FEET AND I SEND TEN DOLLAR

if Mori is allowed to get seggsed live does that mean i can send her dick pics

“Check yourselves before you wreck yourselves, Deadbeats!” Calli grunts, trying her hardest to dodge the erect co*ck trying to jam its way into her mouth, “Just because my managers are plapping me doesn’t mean you’re allowed to break stream rules! I’ll ban your-OH sh*t THEY’RE f*ckING ME SO HARD-I’ll ban your ass!” No matter how much Mori bluffs, the only ass getting any sort of ‘punishment’ here was hers. PAWG cheeks clapped, Calli can’t contain the flurry of groans and whines that escape past her lips, slamming her fist onto her desk and howling into her mic. A lot of the managers and talent trainers are getting impatient, tired of jerking themselves off as they wait to step up to their beloved money-making Mori, ready to fill their condoms.

“Damn, I need some vanilla vodka,” Calli grumbles, her hair pulled and outfit torn to pieces, “At least I’m getting a new outfit for doing this…Hey, watch it, my guy! Wait your turn! Don’t act like some Chad and shove your stupid prick into my face! It says in my contract I don’t have to-MMPH!” Ignoring Mori’s protests, one of her media managers jams their co*ck past her lips, her mouth as big as her tit*. The rapping reaper gets pulled back into her gaming chair atop the lap of a Cover Corp employee, the janitor taking her drenched c*nt as her mouth is stuffed again. Unbeknownst to Calli, a lot more employees were invited than just managers. In fact, even Kiara waited at the back of the long line of reaper-rutter employees, disguising herself in a mustache and a spray-painted strap-on in a hair-brained attempt to get at her beloved.

But Kiwawa had a long time to wait.

GLURCK, GLARK, GLUK!

Gagging on dick, getting bounced atop a man’s lap as her tit* are manhandled, Calliope Mori reaches out in a half-assed attempt to find some semblance of stability only to have a pair of dicks take residence between her fingers. Jerking off two pricks, riding a third, and sucking off a fourth, the reaper’s eyes go cross and her toes curl as she gets DPed. Spit and her twat’s nectar leaking, Calli has never been more of a mess, org*sm threatening to crash down upon her as chat goes wild and her body grows weaker, succumbing to her manager’s dicks at an alarmingly quick rate. As condoms bloat and her lovers finish, a crowd of men surround her and drip globs of sticky ji*zz onto her face and tit* from their used rubbers.

Mori knows there aren’t enough body pillows and mouse pads in the world that can match the lewd display on her stream tonight.

Chapter 8: Makoto & Haru/Bleached

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Queen and Noir weren’t expecting to fail their solo mission.

It was supposed to be a quick trip into Mementos. Get in, fix someone’s heart, and get out in time for the meet-up at LeBlanc. Makoto and Haru were great teammates. If any foe dared to get in the ring with them, they were quickly introduced to the sharp axe and swinging fisticuffs of the two high school seniors, kicking butt and looking stunning while doing it. But the dynamic damsel duo had never met a foreigner within the depths of Mementos before…The power to change hearts and summon Personas was powerless against the allure of a big white co*ck.

“I should change my name from ‘Noir’ to ‘Blanc!” Haru quips, lovingly lavishing the thick shaft that rests on her face with licks and kisses. Squeezing her heavy breasts together to accentuate her plump chest, Haru giggles at her little joke, nuzzling into the hardened manhood that begs for her attention, swooning as she feels pre-cum drip into her floofy hair and onto her forehead. Down on her knees, Haru wiggles her butt in excitement as she plants smooches all over the broken-hearted white man’s balls, reveling in the aroma, taste buds flaring with delight like never before. Even the most potent coffee can’t compare to the hypnotizing sensation of feeling a foreigner’s fat co*ck against her tongue. Haru is unafraid to moan and mewl, unafraid to let any surrounding Shadows hear her submission to white co*ck.

If any of them interrupted her, she’d just slam the blade of her axe into their heads.

But Haru isn’t the only Phantom Thief here…

“This isn’t right,” Makoto mumbles, thighs rubbing together in uncomfortable envy, “We should be rescuing this man, not sucking him off! You don’t even know his name, Noir! Let’s just fix his heart and get out of here!” Nothing was stopping Makoto from shoving her fist into the hung Shadow’s face and running him over with her Persona, but no matter how much she wanted to beat the sh*t out of this guy and dash, Queen couldn’t bring herself to attack. The sight of a foreign co*ck made her knees shake…Makoto had always heard rumors about foreigners being “gifted” down below the belt, mostly from Futaba being horny. Queen thought they were p*rn myths…Turns out it was the truth.

“Don’t be silly, Queen!” Haru said, tongue traveling north as she gave the lucky man a long lick from the bottom of his nuts all the way up to his tip, “This is the best way to fix hearts! Foreigners love Japanese schoolgirls like us! As soon as he empties his balls onto our pretty faces, this stud will turn right back to normal! Besides… didn’t you say you wanted to try new things?”

Makoto bites her bottom lip. Where was all this coming from? Why was Haru saying such…lewdthings!? But despite her ample strength and keen smarts, Makoto finds herself getting onto her knees, her c*nt drenched just from the sight of Haru sucking dick.

“He’s so f*cking big,” Makoto groans, guilt-ridden for giving in so easily but relieved to finally wrap her lips around the pale prick, holding hands with her fluffy-haired friend, tongues working along the thick shaft in tantalizing teamwork. Makoto didn’t even know this man’s name. Until joining the Phantom Thieves, Queen never even thought about finding a boyfriend, too busy with studies and her future to think about such things. But here she was, on her knees with one of her best friends, skipping over her first kiss and sucking dick instead, fingers rubbing against her puss* through her Phantom Thief outfit.

Haru takes sneaky squeezes of Makoto’s big butt and modest chest, happy to get Queen involved in the intense intimacy of interracial sex. Every time their tongues touch, Makoto flinches, nervous to swap spit with another girl, but Haru just gets giddier, eager to corrupt her bestie to the wonders of making love with white men.

“His co*ck is so much better than my old fiancé’s,” Haru said, putting her hand on the back of Makoto’s head, pushing her down deeper, helping Queen fit more co*ck past her lips, “Not only was Sugimura rude and greedy, his penis was so small…Japanese boys just can’t compete with white men. They’re just better lovers! Joker may be our best Persona user, and he’s a very nice and caring friend, but even he couldn’t pleasure a girl the same way a big white co*ck can.”

Makoto couldn’t believe what she was hearing. As Queen and Noir take turns deepthroating the foreign man’s dick, Haru’s words make her shiver. Haru was cute and pleasant, charming and thoughtful…listening to her talk about the superiority of white guys made Makoto’s chest tighten and her c*nt grow wetter. This was something crass and carnal that Futaba would say because she didn’t realize this sort of thing was inappropriate…But so was gagging on the fat, throbbing, thick shaft of a man she didn’t even know. Weren’t Queen and Noir here to rescue this man? Makoto couldn’t remember. All she can think about is sucking white co*ck.

If Sae saw Makoto now, spit and saliva staining her chin as she gurgles on white nuts, her older sister would disown her.

Thankfully, Haru is here to give her comfort.

Queen and Noir pucker up their lips and let their lover grind his shaft between them. With two beautiful, hot Japanese schoolgirls sucking him off, it isn’t long before he pulls back to decorate their faces with his cum. As he empties his balls, Haru brings Makoto in for a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues dance as strands of sticky spunk splatter against their masks. The two teens look into each other’s eyes, mesmerized by the warmth raining down on them. The Phantom Thieves slurp up cum off each other’s features, just to lock lips again to snowball the man’s cum back and forth, making out in dirty, sloppy indulgence.

“f*ck,” Makoto mumbles, head dizzy and puss* begging for relief, “I think…I think I just want to have sex with white men now…”

“Of course you do!” Haru coos, stripping herself of her gear, “Japanese teens were made to be bleached by white kings!”

“Bleached?” Makoto asks.

“Yes,” Haru said, batting her eyelashes and fondling her ample chest, “Bleached. What Asian women were born to be.”

Queen and Noir came into Mementos to change someone’s heart.

It was their hearts that changed instead.

Chapter 9: Team RWBY/Futa Ruby

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Being team leader came with a lot of responsibilities. It was overwhelming sometimes. But it was nowhere near as overwhelming as having her partner, friend, and sister all fawn over her at the end of every day. Especially when they just finished combat training, all four members of Team RWBY sweaty and tired, but Weiss, Blake, and Yang still had enough energy to spread their legs open for their silver-eyed leader.

“Mmm!” Weiss tries to hold back her moans, “You better not get a big head over this! Just because I’m letting you make love to me doesn’t make you some sort of Casanova! You should be on your knees thanking me for letting you engage in intercourse with a Schnee!” As Ruby mounts Weiss, thrusting her futa co*ck into heiress cunny, Blake and Yang fingerf*ck each other, waiting patiently for their turns.

Yang jeers from the sidelines, “You can be fancy all you want, Ice Queen, but you’re still as big a slu*t for my little sister’s dick as the rest of us!”

Weiss gasps, taken aback by Yang’s brashness, wanting nothing more than to scold the blonde for being such a crass brute, but with her partner’s co*ck deep inside her folds, Ruby Rose f*cking the heiress prone bone, the Schnee can do nothing but lay there, whining into her pillow. With Ruby’s hips crashing against her pale behind, Weiss squirms and wriggles atop her sheets, her body dripping with sweat, her twat leaking lust. Being the heiress to the Schnee legacy, Weiss was expected to save herself for marriage, giving away her virginity to the highest bidding suitor…That all collapsed when Weiss caught a peek of Ruby’s girlco*ck in her gym shorts. Ever since, Weiss joined Blake and Yang in getting f*cked by their leader at the end of every day, each of them begging Ruby to pick them first as they strip for her.

Thankfully, Weiss was first up today, the heiress grateful towards lady luck.

“You feel so good, Weiss!” Ruby’s little hands grip her partner’s hips, the leader of Team RWBY whining and squeaking as she feels Schnee coochie clamp down onto her co*ck. Leaning over, Ruby’s futa dick plowing away in messy, speedy, slick, snug glory, the silver-eyed girl whispers into Weiss’ ear, “Don’t listen to Yang. Even if you were the biggest slu*t in Beacon, you’d still be the prettiest girl in the world…”

Weiss’ cheeks flush red, the praise making her org*sm crash down upon her, the Schnee’s puss* lips clenching onto her partner’s length as she bites her pillow. No matter how snooty or tsuntsun Weiss got, Ruby always chiseled away at her icy exterior, her girlco*ck filling her with enough warmth to melt.

Before Ruby can whisper more sweet nothings into the Ice Queen’s ear, she’s snatched away by her big sister.

“It’s my turn, Rubes!” Yang said, straddling her sibling’s lap and shoving her large breasts into her face. Despite all three girls being absolutely smitten with their leader’s thick futa dick, there wasn’t enough girl cum in Remnant to quell the fiery lusts of Yang Xiao Long. f*cking herself atop Ruby’s co*ck, tit* heaving and ass clapping as she rides, Yang’s groans are unashamedly loud. Anyone walking by would hear the blonde brawler raving about how hung her little sister was, and Yang wouldn’t have it any other way. Yang loved Ruby. Yang loved Ruby’s dick. What better bond was there than sisterly compassion?

Yang towered over her little sister as she bounced in her lap, pressing her breasts into Ruby’s face. The blonde runs her hands through her hair, going on a wild ride that will leave Ruby drained. After working up a sweat in training, Yang’s chest glistens, Ruby getting a mouthful of sweaty tiddy as she sucks on her sister’s stiff nipples, shimmying her hips upwards into her sibling’s snatch. Grunting and panting, Yang’s top heavy body crashing down into her little lap, Ruby may have been able to top Weiss and Blake, but there was no hope in domming her ravenous sister. All she can do is grip Yang’s hips, bury her face into the biggest boobs in Beacon, and fill her older sister’s insides with sibling spunk.

“Give me a big creampie!” Yang cheers, working up even more of a sweat as she ravages herself atop Ruby’s co*ck, “Show us why we only f*ck with you, little sister! Your dick is the bee’s knees!” Ruby muffles a response into Yang’s chest, something about how she’s a normal girl with a normal dick, but nobody can hear the team leader over the sweet sounds of sister sex that could shatter the sky. It doesn’t take long for Ruby to empty her balls into her blonde bimbo of a sister’s womb, Yang whooping as beads of sweat and ji*zz splash onto one of the dorm room’s bunk beds.

After hours of training and f*cking two of her teammates into org*sming wrecks, Ruby felt like she was about to drop.

But there was still one more member of Team RWBY left…

Pouncing onto Ruby, Blake nibbles into the shorter girl’s neck before telling her, “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

Dragging her cat-like Faunus tongue from Ruby’s collarbone, along her chest and to her tummy, ending her long lick at her friend’s crotch, Blake laps up all the sticky sweat from her team leader’s body. Ruby’s girldick is drenched in Weiss and Yang’s juices, Blake’s keen sense of smell overwhelmed as she huffs Ruby’s scent. Blake takes Ruby’s slimy, slickened length into her mouth, greedily sucking off her team leader, her puss* dripping with arousal.

Ruby’s balls were already empty. But her friends wanted more.

Being Team RWBY’s leader was tough, but being Team RWBY’s harem master was exhausting.

Chapter 10: Amelia Watson/Masturbation

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A thousand-dollar Supa Chat.

Ame was going through supas at a machine gun rate, rapid-fire reading them, spurting out, “Thank you!” a million times per minute. Amelia Watson was a busy girl. She had much to do, from preparing for crossover events to visiting your mom later tonight. But there was no way Watson could skip over the thousand-dollar Supa. Adjusting her detective’s cap and fiddling with her taped-on blonde mustache, Ame prepares to give this loyal teammate his money’s worth…

The username wasWhatSonSuckMyPeen

Because of course it was.

And the message was only three words:Go f*ck yourself.

Some loser gave Watson a thousand dollars just to tell her to screw herself.

Well, if that’s what he wanted…

“Cringe,” Ame said, sneaking her hand under her skirt, taking any excuse to let off some steam during stream, “Imagine spending a grand just to tell an anime girl on the internet to go f*ck herself. Unlike you, I get all my booty calls for free!” Cackling her wicked gremlin laugh, Ame rubs at the wet spot staining her Bubba-patterned panties, already hot and bothered at the idea of touching herself live. This wasn’t the first time Watson masturbat*d during stream. Unless she got bonked, this probably wouldn’t be the last time. Ame has never gotten caught, her poker face perfect, her finger blasting and fold massaging stealthy and sly. Jamming the hilt of her magnifying glass up her coochie during movie watchalongs, attaching dild*s to her computer chair and taking them for a ride while gaming, even cheekily groping Gura’s butt and fondling Mori’s chest during collabs, Watson was an expert at covert yabai.

Every instance of bitching about ping or lag messing Ame’s Apex game was just her covering her ass, not wanting to get exposed with her fingers jammed up her puss*, missing headshots because she was org*sming too hard from her exhibitionism.

“Thanks for the Supa, I guess,” Watson sneers, digits burying into her panties, massaging her cl*t and rubbing her puss* lips, grinding her hips forwards, the busty blonde sighing into her microphone, “I’m sure you’re REAL popular with the ladies irl. Probably bullied or teased girls you liked on the playground when you were kid, right? Maybe you are still a kid. Didn’t your mom ever teach you not to be mean to girls? Maybe she should’ve taught you not to waste your money…”

Watson’s roasts stung harder than Bee Ame. As chat was spamming comments about the Supa Chatter getting pwnd, their oshi had her fingers knuckle deep inside her slickened entrance. Panting into her microphone and squirming in her gaming chair, the onslaught of chat going crazy fuels her debauchery even further, the blonde licking her lips and grinding into her touch, digits drenched. The spotlight is on her; Watson is center stage, but she can’t stop herself once she’s started. If her moans start getting too loud, she’ll just hiccup or begin to sing some random song; Amelia is determined to org*sm all over her fingers and slurp down the evidence.

hey whats that noise

The slick, sticky sounds of Watson finger blasting her cunny don’t go unnoticed for long.

Ame needs to cover up her tracks, but there’s little she can do when her c*nt is begging for attention. If Ollie can get away with getting fingerf*cked on stream, so could she. Right? Watson’s cheeks flush red as she bends and twists her digits, shoving three fingers deep into her coochie, blue eyes going wide as she doubles over in promiscuous pleasure. Before getting too deep, Ame knows she needs to throw out some clever quip or move on to another Supa, anything to distract her audience from her gremlin whines. But she’s too enraptured by her own fingers. Chat starts getting suspicious, spamming ‘SUS’ at all the lewd noises starting to overtake Ame’s stream, her commentary drowned out in moans and the sounds of self-indulgent masturbation.

“sh*t…”

Watson whispers under her breath, knowing she’s too far gone to stop gooning. It would have been so easy to put herself on mute, but the blonde is far too busy flicking her cl*t and fondling her breasts through her coat. Ame’s nipples are stiff and her twat is drenched. Her phone is buzzing with notifications. It’s her manager. But Watson doesn’t stop. If anything, the detective doubles down, grinding her hips into her fingers, groaning aloud in unashamed lust. The messages from chat turn Ame on. Her teammates are losing their minds. Based on the onslaught of spelling errors and gibberish, many are typing with one hand. Licking her lips to the sights of her fans simping out to her masturbating, floods of emotes rain down as Ame slaps her puss* lips and massages her cl*t. Leaning into her microphone, the blonde lets out the hornie*st, neediest moan of her life.

Supa Chats start to flood in.

Shiori and Kiara comment that they’re touching themselves right alongside her.

Grinning a smug, devilish smile at her camera, Ame takes her nectar-soaked fingers and shoves them into her mouth, sucking at her puss* juices.

Ame would have loved to see everyone’s reaction…But her stream is shut down.

From underneath her desk, someone wobbles out.

Smol Ame pulled the plug.

“SMOL AME!” Watson pounces onto her teeny tiny counterpart, screaming about blue balls.

Timeline 69 really was a wild one.

Chapter 11: D.Va & Kiriko/Bleached

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The veteran versus the new kid on the block.

Old school versus new school.

South Korea versus Japan.

D.Va versus Kiriko.

Two Asian girls of Overwatch, two of the most famous members of the entire organization, compete to see who the better-bleached slu*t is. No matter which bleachbunny wins, the white man they invited over to their dorm is the real victor.

“Gaijins are obsessed with Japanese culture for a reason,” Kiriko said, spreading her puss* lips open for the lucky fella with yellow fever, “Cute schoolgirls with short skirts, pretty women in kimonos, and lusty shrine maidens who come from traditional households in need of a hung foreigner to teach them how to let loose! Dishonor my strict bitch of a mother and her ancestors by bleaching me silly! The kitsune guides every Japanese girl into the arms of white men!” Kiriko is laying it on as thick as possible, whining out in pure pleasure as she feels a big white co*ck push past her folds. The shrine maiden knows this will be a tough competition. D.Va was well known as the biggest white co*ck-obsessed, bleached bitch in all of Overwatch, and Kiriko needs to bring her A-game if she stands a chance at winning.

Wrapping her arms around her interracial lover’s neck, bringing him into a deep kiss as he slams into her tight twat, Kiriko’s legs stick up into the air as she gets mating pressed. The bed creaks and groans as Kiriko is bleached, her nails digging into the back of the man’s skin, enraptured by the thick, white shaft pounding into her. Crying out obscenities, slurs, and self-degrading remarks that would make her conservative mother disown her, Kiriko lets herself get taken away by the hung co*ck filling her to the brim, stretching her inner walls out wide in a way no Japanese man could ever dream of.

So taken away with the wonders of white co*ck, Kiriko almost forgets that she has competition.

“Go back to JAV, shrine slu*t,” D.Va sneers, “Japanese girls are so boring! Korean girls are way more exotic for strong, hunky, white studs to bleach! There’s a reason Soldier 76, Reinhardt, and Cassidy all come knocking on my door every day despite Overwatch being full of colored cuties eager to take their bleaching bitch breakers, and that’s because I’m the biggest slu*t for white men alive! You’re just a fad, Kiriko! I’m a legend! Nobody even likes the game you come from! I’ve been getting f*cked by white men since 2016. Check Rule 34 and p*rnhub; I’m the most popular for a reason! South Korea has the best gamers in the world. What white boy wouldn’t want a pro gamer, Korean chick bouncing on his lap while he plays games? Get lost, noob! I’m pwning this contest, easy peasy, Japanesy!”

Hana made a compelling argument.

Pulling out of Kiriko’s drenched, snug Japanese c*nt, the white man scoops up D.Va and rams his nectar-soaked co*ck into her Korean cunny.

“f*ck YES!” D.Va howls at the top of her lungs, sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes, absolutely smitten with the fat dick plowing into her. Hana Song, the champion of many gaming tournaments, knew how to get down and dirty, to throw everything she had into the ring just for a dub. Despite getting full nelsoned by hundreds of white men in the past, she still becomes completely unraveled by her current lover rearranging her Korean coochie, bringing the bratty, snarky, gremlin gamer to heel. Leaving Kiriko empty, D.Va revels in stomping a wannabe bleached bitch to dust, shrieking in passionate glee, rubbing her victory into the shrine maiden’s face. White co*ck was D.Va’s drug. She chugged down white cum more than Mountain Dew and slobbered on white nuts more than whatever unhealthy snack she chowed down on during gaming sessions.

Hana Song was unbeatable when it came to being desperate for white men and their dicks.

She wasn’t going to get beaten by some boring, personality-less Jap girl.

But Kiriko wasn’t giving up.

“Oh, please,” she said, “South Korea is only good for K-Pop and StarCraft. You’re old news, hag.”

D.Va scowls, “Shut the f*ck up, skan*! You’re the most vanilla, boring-ass slu*t I’ve ever seen! Your mom is more bleachable than you!”

“As if,” Kiriko fights back, “Maybe try working on that birth rate before you judge me! White guys have been traveling to Japan to give cute schoolgirls and shrine maidens hapas for decades. None of them even want to go to Korea.”

The man f*cking D.Va throws her onto the bed, letting her pounce atop Kiriko in rage, “At least I have an ass worth a damn, you flat bitch! I’m a PAAG. You’re a washboard! Japs are whack, Koreans be breedin’!”

“Your butt wasn’t even big until MY game, fat ass!” Kiriko snarls, “Your whole gamer girl schtick is cringe as f*ck. A million e-girls do it. Why would a white stud want to bleach you when they can bleach a shrine maiden?”

“Fat ass?” D.Va and Kiriko roll around the bed, arguing, “My cheeks are perfect for bleached backshots! Go back to f*cking foxes, whor*!”

“KOREAN CUCKQUEEN!”

“JAPANESE DISEASE!”

Before Hana and Kiriko attempt to murder their competition, their white lover steps up and stacks their bodies atop each other, their puss*es now rubbing together.

“You two need to kiss and make up,” he said. Sliding his thick, throbbing co*ck between their puss* lips, he grinds against D.Va and Kiriko’s drenched entrances, slapping their asses and grunting aloud as he thrusts into their sandwiched c*nts, “You two may be from different countries, but your eyes are equally squinty. No matter where you’re from, you two Asian slu*ts will get on your knees and beg for any white man with yellow fever to f*ck you. Time for a peace treaty between rice slu*ts!”

D.Va and Kiriko moan in needy greed, both of them desperate to feel their white lover inside them once again, entangling their arms around each other as they feel a massive pale prick between their slits. With two perfect, pristine, ripe c*nts leaking all over his dick, it doesn’t take long for their man to cum. D.Va feels him unload his balls directly into her twat with a single push. Kiriko gets her cunny creampied as well, both Asian girls whining in satisfied delight as they finally get their wombs bleached.

Before either can move, the man forces their lips together, D.Va and Kiriko making out and coming to a truce.

Chapter 12: Lillie/Pokephelia

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Selene’s Incineroar looked like a burly, scary brute, but he was the perfect member of her team to indoctrinate Lillie into the wonderful world of Pokemon co*ck.

“He’s so big…”

Lillie can’t take her eyes off the bright, throbbing, gargantuan cat co*ck below Incineroar’s fiery belt. Lillie had never taken anything bigger than Selene’s fingers inside her, so this was a massive step up from what she was used to. But as long as she had her girlfriend with her, Lillie could do anything.

“Don’t worry,” Selene whispers, spreading apart Lillie’s mound for her Incineroar to mount, “He’ll be gentle with you…At first.”

Lillie wants to scold her girlfriend for teasing her, but as soon as she feels the Heel Pokemon’s warm, twitching tip push past her folds, the blonde squirms and jolts about in overwhelming heat. Lillie’s chest tightens, and her stomach flutters with Butterfree, her first-ever co*ck lighting a fire beneath her. The pretty blonde girl never thought she’d feel anything warmer than Selene’s love and support, but Incineroar’s barbed prick burned with passionate lust, the big cat purring as he grinds his hips into Lillie’s flower. Under the muscular Pokemon’s body, Lillie swelters and sweats as her puss* is pummeled in gentle, twat-gaping sex.

Due to Selene’s expert training, her Incineroar was exceptionally tall and toned, the perfect hunk of a Pokemon for Lillie’s first time. Incineroar’s fur bristles and his teeth snarl, Lillie’s snug mound squeezing down on his co*ck. Used to f*cking his trainer’s loose, Pokeco*ck pounded coochie, the hung Pokemon snarls in satisfaction as he gets to mate with Selene’s cute girlfriend. Despite loving rough, rowdy sex with his trainer as much as he reveled in battles, Incineroar knows to take his time, to go at a slow, leisurely pace before he shows Lillie some real hardcore wrestling moves, turning the cute and polite girl into as big of a slu*t of Pokemon co*ck as his trainer.

Giving her girlfriend bounties of kisses, Selene squeezes Lillie’s hand and rubs her bulging belly as her Pokemon starts to pick up the pace, his barbed co*ck burying deep inside the blonde’s body. The Alolan champion’s puss* grows slick, Selene licking her lips at the sight of her starter Pokemon’s barbed co*ck sinking between Lillie’s folds, but she makes sure to give her undivided attention to her GF. Today wasn’t about getting off from Pokemon sex; it was about enrapturing Lillie into the indescribable pleasures of mating with Incineroar, Selene sharing her enthusiasm for Pokemon lovemaking with the person she cared about most.

“Good job, Incineroar,” Selene said, encouraging her loyal Pokemon to fire things up, “Don’t stop until you fill Lillie up with your hot spunk!” Incineroar returns a grunt in response, thrusting his hips faster, ravaging Lillie’s little flower harder. The blonde girl whined, twisting and whimpering, snuggling into Selene’s touch, overwhelmed with the size and strength of Incineroar’s length. There’s no denying that Incineroar’s co*ck feels good. Too good. Mind-bogglingly org*smic. This must have been what her mother felt when she first met Nihilego…Lillie’s heart pounds as she grits her teeth together, her first-ever Pokemon prick pushing deeper into her puss*, splitting her open in the best of ways. Breathing erratic and moans shaky, Lillie starts to grind her hips upwards, meeting Incineroar’s thrusts, letting Selene guide her into a whole new world of pleasure.

Selene rescued her from a life of conformity and control. Ever since their kiss on Exeggutor Island, Lillie and Selene have been inseparable. Even the fattest of Pokemon co*cks couldn’t keep them apart. It could only make them closer.

“I’m so glad you have your hair up in a ponytail now,” Selene mewls, brushing a few strands of blonde locks out of Lillie’s face, “Now Incineroar has a nice handle to pull while he f*cks you…”

Despite being enraptured by the slick sounds of sex as Incineroar’s girthy, barbed co*ck sinks into her slit, Lillie gasps at her girlfriend’s sudden crass dirty talk. With Incineroar on top of her, it’s impossible to complain; the blonde can only moan.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Selene asked, “Torracat got your tongue? Just you wait, Lil. By the end of the day, we’ll be sucking Pokemon co*cks together~ I can’t wait to see you suck off my Decidueye or eat out my Primarina. While I take my Mudsdale’s horse co*ck, you can take my Lycanroc’s knot…Doesn’t it sound so romantic! Now that I’m champion, we can do whatever we want. Imagine my challengers’ faces when they walk in on us scissoring with a Tsareena and a Lurantis…I bet Nebby would be so excited to make love to you! Oh, I can’t wait, Lillie! I love you so much!”

“I…I love you too!” Lillie is finally able to blurt something out, wrapping her arms around Incineroar as she leans back into her girlfriend’s lap, “And I love Incineroar’s penis, as well!”

“co*ck,” Selene said, “Call it his co*ck.”

“O-Okay!” Lillie howls, org*sm burning any regrets or reservations she may have held, excited to join her girlfriend in a future full of Pokemon f*cking, “I love your Incineroar’s co*ck! I want to do everything you talked about and more! I’m so happy we’re together now! Thank you! And thank you, Incineroar! Please, finish inside me!”

“Do it, Incineroar!” Selene commands, now rubbing at her own folds. Incineroar obeys his trainer’s commands, snarling as his fiery belt alights and his co*ck erupts, pumping Lillie’s womb with molten-hot cum. Lillie’s climax hits her even harder now that Incineroar is making her flat tummy bulge from getting pumped full of Pokemon ji*zz, thrashing about and bracing into her GF as she makes a mess of herself, Incineroar and Selene purring…

After Selene calls Incineroar back into his Pokeball, she brings Lillie into a deep, loving kiss.

“You did awesome!” Selene cheers, “You really unleashed your full-powered Z-Move!”

Lillie lays in her partner’s lap, smiling at her champion.

“I feel so warm,” Lillie comments, “Maybe we should invite Snowy out to help us cool down…”

Selene beams. Alola better watch out because its newest power couple were now a couple of Pokemon f*ckers.

Chapter 13: Mami & Homura/Bleached

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“GLUK, GLURCK, GLARK!”

“What was that, Tomoe?” Devil Homura’s wings flap as the all-powerful, wicked magical girl forces Mami’s face forward, gagging the blonde on co*ck, “I can’t hear you with all that dick in your mouth.”

Cackling maniacally, Homura’s hand remains steady on the back of her former senpai’s head, pushing the senior magical girl down with the power of a Goddess. Spittle stains Mami’s chin, drool dripping down onto her large chest as she’s made to endlessly deepthroat fat co*ck after fat co*ck. The busty blonde’s windpipe is battered over and over again, a line of men waiting their turns with the hot young teen with the breasts of a mature woman.

But this wasn’t about these men receiving pleasure from Mami Tomoe’s mouth.

This was about punishment.

Punishment that leads to rehabilitation.

While Homura had the strength to rewrite the universe, to drag a God from heaven and into the mud of her own world, there was something that even she was utterly powerless against…White co*ck.

“How does it feel, Tomoe?” Homura asks, admiring the bulge in the blonde’s throat as she chokes down another thick, pale shaft, “To have your throat raped and bleached by these superior specimens? This new Mitakihara is teeming with white men, each one as hung as the other, all of them ready to f*ck you rebellious annoyances senseless. I used to feel sorry for you, Tomoe. Your life always ended too soon, no matter how often I reset time…But now, even though I’m a devil, I’m granting you a blessing! Soon, you will drop to your knees at the first sight of white co*ck, nothing more than a brainless whor* for foreign men…Soon Sayaka Miki will follow. Then Kyoko Sakura. Even your little Nagisa, as well. With all of you preoccupied, getting bleached for the rest of eternity, none of you will get in my way! Madoka will be mine! Meanwhile, you and the others will be property for these white gods...”

Mami doesn’t understand.

Not only is it explicit and raunchy, lurid and crass, but the blonde magical can barely hear what Homura is saying over the sound of her own gagging.

Strong hands take hold of her twin drills while Homura f*cks her face against the fattest co*ck she’s ever seen. With her arms bound in her own yellow ribbons, Mami can’t fight back or escape. All she can do Is suck. Suck, gulp, slurp, gargle, and spit shine strangers, her lungs screaming and heart palpitating. Despite being the oldest of the Holy Quintet, Mami had no clue what getting ‘bleached’ meant, nor why Homura put so much credence in the vitality and supremacy of white men and their lengths. But she was quickly learning. With every co*ck that plunges down her throat, threatening to pump load after load of cum directly into her stomach, the spot between Mami’s legs grows wetter... Getting tied up in bondage, her captor a former friend and partner in witch hunting, her jaw forcibly unhinged to deepthroat strangers, Mami would never stoop so low as to get aroused by something so wrong.

But Mami’s thighs refuse to stop rubbing together, her nipples stay stiff, and her mound remains drenched. Though her hair is harshly yanked and pulled, her windpipe clenching down on the throbbing co*cks ramming into her mouth, Mami can’t help but succumb to Homura’s temptations…Mami thought making a contract with Kyubey was akin to dealing with the devil, but the senior magical girl would give her soul away all over again as long as she could keep servicing white men. Mami’s soul gem is shining brighter than ever before. No matter how many booming muskets or intricate ribbons she could create out of thin air, there was no stronger magic than a big white co*ck in a Japanese girl’s throat.

Before pulling out, the man facef*cking Mami gives her large breasts a hearty smack.

Mami shivers as she doubles over, desperately sucking in air.

Homura laughs.

“Just as expected, Tomoe,” Homura said, her wings encircling the blonde in a shadowy embrace as she reached down to pull and pinch Mami’s nipples, “With tit* like these, you make the perfect f*ck rag for white men. Blonde, thick thighs, nice ass, and fat tit*…You were born to be a cum-hungry, bleached bimbo. Though, I suppose all Asian girls are.”

Mami coughs, tears running down her cheek as she squirms from Homura’s toxic touch.

“Homura,” she gasps, breath raspy and speech stifled, “This is wrong. I feel so…strange and confused! You should be using your magic to help people! What would Madoka think if she saw you like this-AH!”

Homura backhands Mami across the face.

“Don’t say her name!” The devil snarls, following up her smack with a few slaps to the blonde’s breasts, “I am helping people. I’m helping you fulfill your true purpose. I’m helping you escape your doomed fate. You, Sayaka Miki, Kyoko Sakura, every magical girl will be bleached and grateful! Your soul gems will shine bright, and your wombs will be graced with hapa children! No one will suffer ever again, and Madoka and I will finally be happy together!”

Mami shudders, afraid of the twisted, obsessive demon that Homura has become. But Homura’s fall from grace was nothing compared to Mami’s own corruption, her puss* aching to feel these hung white co*cks penetrate past her folds and f*ck her properly.

Mami was weak, and Homura knew it. The devil summons a horde of men over, each one jerking off their saliva-coated co*cks, ready to give Mami the facial of a lifetime.

But Homura had better plans.

She freezes time just before her army of white bulls empties their loads.

Mami, the men, and the entire world stand still.

After the blonde bimbo of a magical girl mentioned Madoka, Homura grew lustful.

Getting onto her knees, Homura starts to deepthroat the crowd of foreigners, greedily gulping down their lengths. Homura uses her powers to eradicate her gag reflex, her throat now the perfect, loose hole for white dicks to fill. Stuffing her fingers into her c*nt, Homura happily opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue as ropes and ropes of sticky white spunk splatter against her. But she doesn’t swallow. Instead, she brings Mami into a deep, cummy kiss, snowballing globs of cum into the blonde’s mouth, spitting saliva and sem*n past the older girl’s lips. Letting ji*zz drip down, Homura drools all over Mami’s massive tit*, her large breasts now coated in cum directly from the devil’s mouth.

With a snap of her fingers, Homura resumes time.

Mami’s yellow eyes go wide as she gets a sudden, unexpected taste of sem*n. She didn’t mean to swallow, but her body acted on its own; Mami licked her lips to gulp down as much cum as possible, rubbing white ji*zz into her skin and fondling her gooey, messy, sticky boobs.

Mami doesn’t know what came over her. Looking down at her sem*n-stained breasts, she gasps out in shock.

While time was frozen, Homura decorated her curvy, thicc body with tattoos.

Yellow tats cover Mami’s yellow skin.

HAPA FEEDERSandWHITE MEN GET DRAINED HEREencircle one of her breasts, whileBLEACHED BREEDING SOWencircles the other, a cartoonish tattoo of a cow accompanying the text. On her cheek is a yellow Queen of Hearts, and her womb is decorated with an intricate tattoo, muskets and ribbons enshrining a heart, withWHITE co*ck ONLYadded on top. Mami can’t see them, but there are tattoos on her back and ass as well. A tramp stamp saying,SUPERIOR co*ckS FOR MAGICAL GIRLSis scribbled onto her lower back, while her ass cheeks readSPADE SLAYERandNO ASIAN BOYS.

Mami Tomoe’s body is now bleached propaganda.

The taste of white men’s cum fresh on her tongue, Mami spreads her puss* lips and squishes her big breasts together, giving herself up to the crowd of men with pale bitch-breakers hanging between their legs, all of them pouncing on her mature, curvy body.

Homura flaps her wings, her black dress now stained with white sem*n, leaving Mami Tomoe to fend for herself, her plans coming to full fruition…

Chapter 14: Ryuko & Satsuki/Public gangb*ng

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“YOU DIMWITTED DELINQUENT OF A whor*!”

“SNOOTY-ASS ENTITLED BITCH!”

The only thing that could stop Satsuki and Ryuko from verbally tearing each other apart was co*cks getting shoved into their mouths.

Surrounded by students, from No-Stars to Three-Stars, all of them with their pants down and their dicks out, Satsuki and Ryuko growl, snarl, and snap at each other as their holes are taken. Ample amounts of cum already leak out of their loose puss*es and stretched-out backdoors, their tit* dripping with ji*zz and their mouths covered in spit, sem*n, and loose strands of pubic hair.

Satsuki Kiryūin: The high-and-mighty, all-powerful, confident, and refined woman who towered above every sniveling student at Honnōji Academywas now amongst the lowly, horny horde of students that she used to punish, her fat ass burning with handprints from spanks and her puss* dripping with sperm from the student body.

Ryūko Matoi: The rowdy, ragged, and ratchet tomboy who didn’t take sh*t from anyone, bringing the most powerful of opponents onto their knees no matter how bloody, bruised, or beaten down she got, was now on her knees sucking and jerking off dicks. Letting random students grope her tit* or shove their co*cks into her c*nt, she furrows her brows in anger, determined to beat Satsuki no matter what.

After arriving at multiple stalemates in battle, Satsuki and Ryūko concluded that there was only one way to prove who could claim victory over the other: A public gangb*ng; a competition to see who could get off the most students.

Who was winning? How many creampies and bukkakes did each one of them receive? Satsuki and Ryūko are too pissed off at each to even keep track.

“You’re a witless thug!” Satsuki spits directly onto Ryūko’s face, “You know nothing of the intricacies of lovemaking! A sloppy, brutish, braindead tramp like you isn’t fit to eat the cum out of my holes!” Satsuki’s commanding, thunderous voice is heard for miles, the student council president used to dishing out discipline. Holding her nose up at Ryūko, Satsuki slams her hips back with dominating force, almost breaking the hips of the boy f*cking her cummy c*nt as she f*cks herself against his lap, jerking off two other men while doing it.

“What the f*ck would you know about love, you fascist freak!” Ryūko rides the lap of one man while getting her ass pounded by another, slurping on a third guy’s nuts as she swears and cusses. Used to getting roughed up, Ryūko rides with fiery passion and unbreakable fury, her breasts bouncing and entire body covered in bite marks. With no Senketsu, Ryūko bares herself before the whole student body, happy to get down and dirty with every student in Honnōji if it meant defeating Satsuki Kiryūin once and for all.

“Fascist!?” Satsuki grinds her teeth in pure, bitter resentment, “As if a braindead hussy could comprehend my intentions! You are below me, Ryūko Matoi! You are a bull-headed pig in human clothing! Submit to me, and perhaps I’ll let you live the rest of your pitiful life as my footstool!”

“Go eat sh*t and f*ck yourself, slu*t!” Ryūko snarls back, “Your mouth is fatter than your ass and your eyebrows combined! My blood is f*cking boiling right now! I’ll smash your teeth into the dirt, skan*! That way, you can suck off all of your fat-dicked student slaves a lot easier, pig f*cker!”

Cum floods the sparring sister’s holes as they spit venom, Satsuki’s slit slammed full of a student’s co*ck as he empties his balls directly into the dictator’s womb while Ryūko gets her backdoor and puss* creampied. Satsuki and Ryūko have drained countless amounts of dicks, their bodies drenched with sticky white ji*zz, both women refusing to quit until the other throws in the towel. Hordes of Honnōji students wait for their turn, the piles of exhausted and broken-boned boys who weren’t prepared for Satsuki and Ryūko’s pure power not deterring anyone from being able to f*ck the two hottest chicks in Japan.

Satsuki stomps over to Ryūko,glaring down at the raunchy, wild, younger girl as she grabs a fistful of black and red hair.

“You dare accuse me of having a fat mouth?” Satsuki thrusts Ryūko’s face forwards, impaling her mouth onto a random Two-Star student’s co*ck, “You make a mockery of yourself, RyūkoMatoi! A foul-mouthed miscreant like you was born to deepthroat dicks! Try cussing now, tramp! You deserve as much respect as a back alley prostitute!” With Satsuki yanking around Ryūko’s scalp, there’s no escape. The student council president mercilessly f*cks Ryūko’s face onto a girthy co*ck, the tomboy gagging and choking in loud, messy, forced subservience.

Her mouth used as a co*cksleeve, Ryūko braces herself for impact as she gives a random boy a blowie, tongue wriggling around wildly and throat spasming as she gargles on dick. Spit leaks down her chin as Satsuki pushes her forward, making Ryūko take the random student down to the base with every shove. Ryūko could easily sink her teeth into the guy’s length, tear it off, spit it into Satsuki’s face, and beat the sh*t out of her, but Ryūko doesn’t dare risk disqualifying herself from the competition. She was better than Satsuki. She was going to get revenge for her father. Ryūko would suck off a million stupid pricks before giving up and letting snobby, bitchy Satsuki win.

Ryūko receives a heavy facial for her perseverance, swallowing every drop in a display of dominance before punching the random guy away and jumping back onto her knees. Before Satsuki can react, Ryūko reaches around and takes two handfuls of her PAAG sister’s caked-out dump truck, spreading her sister’s thicc cheeks apart and screaming, “Someone get over here and bang this slu*t’s big f*cking butt!”

It only takes a second for someone to scurry up and slam their length into Lady Satsuki’s asshole, the taller girl wincing as her sensitive backdoor is crammed full of dick once again, seething with anger as Ryūko fondles her ass cheeks.

“How do you act so high and mighty all the f*cking time when you’re carrying THIS thing around all day?” Ryūkoteased, only letting go of Satsuki’s behind to slap her tit* or smack her puss* lips, “You’re just a stuck-up, evil bitch with a stick up her ass! Go back to getting bad touched by mommy in the hot tub, incest slu*t!” Ryūko snickers as Satsuki squirms and writhes, getting off from watching the biggest bitch in all of Honnōji get railed raw. Just to add insult to injury, Ryūko bites the student council president’s neck, sinking her teeth into Satsuki’s skin as a dick sinks into her asshole.

Baring their teeth, Satsuki and Ryūko burn with unextinguishable hatred for one another, their disdain for their sister overflowing more than the cum out of their puss*es. Ryūko’s nails sink into Satsuki’s butt cheeks, while Satsuki jams her knee into Ryūko’s snatch in an aggressive assault, both of them just one second away from throwing hands instead of throwing their asses back.

But before exchanging blows, another student thrusts into Ryūko’s snatch. The boy banging Ryūko and the guy buttf*cking Satsuki work together, pushing the girl’s heads forwards and making the savage sisters kiss. Satsuki and Ryūko’s eyes go wide as they lock lips, their tongues wrestling with each other, swapping spit in wordless combat, making out with malicious intent. Ryūko bites Satsuki’s bottom lip. Satsuki spits directly into Ryūko’s mouth. Pushed together and condemned to tongue f*ck each other’s mouths, they clench their fists in rage as their holes are split open, the men ravaging them ravenous in their thrusting.

As Satsuki kisses Ryūko, she thinks about washing her mouth with soap and disinfectant after claiming her victory. She wouldn’t want to get infected by Ryūko Matoi’s disgusting germs.

As Ryūko’s tongue dances with her sister’s, she can’t wait to wrestle Satsuki into the dirt after she gives in, turning the pretentious c*nt into a No-Star cumrag.

Their battle would continue for days…And it will eventually end in a tie.

Chapter 15: Fauna/Blacked/Lactation

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Resting back in her computer cheer, Ceres Fauna soothes her saplings with her soft, sweet voice, the V-Tuber basking in the comfort and content of giving one of her favorite studs a handjob. Dressed in her classic cowkini, Fauna snuggles into the shoulder of her lover, rubbing her belly and fondling her swollen breasts as she watches Chat scroll by. She made the announcement months ago. All of her fans were initially jealous, but soon enough, they all came to accept their oshi was pregnant with another man’s baby. Whenever Super Chats would ask who the father was, Fauna told them the truth…She didn’t know who her child’s daddy was…All she knew was that he was black.

“Just touching this dark-skinned sapling’s co*ck gives me chills!” Fauna coos. Even after bountiful streams of non-stopped blacked content, Fauna never grew old of her beloved BBC, happily ending every gaming session or karaoke night with her puss* getting railed by a random black man. Instead of whispering sweet nothings into her simp’s ears, Fauna spent ASMR streams slurping on BBC and fat black nuts. Every time Fauna had a 3D event, she sang about shaking it like a polaroid picture while grinding her big butt against one of her black stud’s laps. Wrapping her large, pale tit* around black dicks, getting mating pressed silly for her birthday stream, and receiving creampie after creampie in celebration of Holo Promise, it was only a matter of time until Fauna was knocked up with a halfsie.

“I figured it was fitting to wear my cowkini now that I’m lactating,” Fauna said, moaning as she felt her lover’s shaft throb and twitch from her touch, “I sorta miss being an elephant, but being a cow is a lot more fun. Ara Ara Moo!” Fauna’s stud reaches over and strips her of her black and white bra, letting her heavy, milk-filled breasts breathe, a few drops of cream already dripping from her nipples. Fauna smiles as her Chat starts to go mad, giggling as several of them admit they’re jerking off, begging her to get f*cked by her black boyfriend. The keeper of nature smiles at her fan’s enthusiasm, but she’s even happier to feel her stud’s lips wrap around her tit, sucking at her breasts and lapping up her milk.

Moaning directly into her microphone, Fauna continues to jerk her lover off, her hand moving faster as she grows more aroused, her puss* lips drenched, and her heart pounding. Her lactating breasts being milked, Fauna sits back and relaxes, rubbing her pregnant belly and letting her stud suckle at her tit*. All of Fauna’s boyfriends don’t know for sure if the half-black baby in her belly was actually their offspring, but they claimed it was theirs nonetheless, eager to show off their ownership of the V-Tuber’s holes.

Practically drooling at the sight of the black man’s erect co*ck, Fauna kisses the top of his forehead as she slowly and sensually strokes his shaft with her soft hand. Super Chats come flying in, each one begging her to sit on her black lover’s lap or show off the beautiful spade tattoo on her womb. Fauna ignores all of them. With an endless supply of dark-skinned fans, she can fulfill each of her sapling’s requests in due time. Tonight’s stream would be chill and slow-paced, sexy and sultry. As Fauna whines, her big breasts fondled and her lactating nipples sucked on, she melts into the embrace of her current fling, massaging her lover’s tip with the palm of her hand.

“Isn’t it fun watching a black bull make love to his white cow?” Fauna asked, sneakily swabbing a drop of breast milk with her finger and sticking it in her mouth, “I bet it is. Just as beautiful as a blossoming flower, as majestic as a leaping buck, a girl submitting to BBC is another wonder of nature. I love black men so much! Even more than you saplings love me! I think it’s so cute how you touch yourselves to my blacked streams…I can’t wait to introduce you all to my baby!”

As if they were listening, Fauna feels her mixed-race child kick.

“Uuu!” Fauna moans excitedly. “It looks like they’re excited to meet all of you, too!” Squirming in excitement, Fauna beams, proud to carry a black man’s baby. Her hand is slick with her stud’s pre-cum. Her milky, creamy breasts and stiff nipples are sucked on in reverence. Chat clearly approves, spamming spade emotes and begging Fauna to name her child after them. Soon enough, Fauna will give birth to her precious black baby, and soon after that, another hung stud with skin darker than Sana or Flare will plant their potent seed into her fertile womb.

With her digits wrapped around his shaft, the black man empties his balls all over Fauna’s fingers, grunting as he continues to help himself to his streamer slu*t’s milk. Showing off her sticky, cummy fingers, Fauna laps up the ample amounts of ji*zz that graces her hand. Nature was an endless cycle. As long as Fauna spent every day getting blacked, her belly would swell and her boobs would produce milk forever, the V-Tuber giving birth to black babies just to get impregnated all over again.

BBC was evergreen, Fauna was a natural blacked slu*t, and her Chat was her greatest enabler.

Chapter 16: Futa Ann x Makoto x Haru

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Girl’s Night was the best.

Not only did Ann, Makoto, and Haru get to stuff their faces with delicious sweets and gossip about their fellow Phantom Thieves, but the trio of trouble-making teens got to grow closer together and indulge in their shared interests. Panther, Queen, and Noir were already great teammates, and with the passing of every Girl’s Night, they made even better friends. And the best thing about having friends is that they come with benefits… Makoto’s fat ass in her Phantom Thief outfit was the biggest (literally and figuratively) distraction on the battlefield, while Haru’s ample chest was the apple of every girl’s eye. Ann was a stunning, beautiful, and breathtaking woman as well, but Makoto and Haru had their sights set on something even better than the blonde’s curves…

Her girlco*ck.

“I love hanging out with you ladies!” Ann beams as she watches her teammates grind against her throbbing shaft, massaging her breasts as Makoto and Haru smother her dick in soft, curvy goodness. Makoto’s round ass cheeks meet Haru’s pillowy chest, Queen giving Ann an assjob while Noir matches her pace with a titjob, providing their blonde gal pal the best of both worlds as she sits back and relaxes. Her tummy full of yummy treats and her balls full of potent spunk, Ann licks her lips as she watches Makoto bounce in her lap while Haru pampers her tip with smooches. co*ck smothered between the best ass in Shujin and the big tit* of her floofy-haired friend, Ann feels like she’s in heaven as Makoto and Haru work their magic along her dick.

“We love spending time with you, too!” Haru’s soft, soothing voice is laced with lust. Switching between licking Ann’s co*ckhead and smooching Makoto’s clapping butt cheeks, Haru is happy to snuggle up with her friends and shower them with affection. Cuddling up to the blonde’s length and embracing the hung girl with tender love, Haru’s big breasts massage Ann’s co*ck with gentle enthusiasm. Rubbing her stiff nipples into her friend’s shaft, Haru hums and chirps with cheer, cherishing every twitch of Ann’s dick as it’s sandwiched between her boobs and Makoto’s butt.

Sticking out her ass, nestling Ann’s co*ck between her ample cheeks, and pushing her behind against Haru’s chest, Makoto grunts in determination, eager to get her blonde bestie off with nothing but her booty. With a bit of help from Noir, Queen is confident that she can get Panther to blow her load all over them; Makoto bends her knees and throws her ass back, letting her cheeks clap as she twerks, going wild like she never has before. After tonight, Ann and Haru won’t see Makoto as the prim and proper straight-A student but as a girl who can be as kinky and fun-loving as her friends.

Makoto and Haru work in perfect synchronization, assjob meeting titjob in pure harmony, the two stacked Phantom Thieves make Ann moan aloud in satisfaction. Their futa friend’s whines and mewls fuel their fire, Queen and Noir working together to give Panther the org*sm of a lifetime, both girls winking and blowing kisses towards Ann as they lavish her with love.

Ann thrusts her hips into the comfy, marshmallowy, squishy space between Makoto’s butt and Haru’s boobs. Hypnotized by the jiggle of her smarty pants friend’s ass cheeks, infatuated with the feeling of her fluffy friend’s stiff nipples rubbing against her co*ck, Ann’s toes curl and her fingers twitch from the plush pressure, praying that she has enough stamina to last the night, not wanting this threesome to ever end. The only thing that could improve this would be if Futaba and Sumire could make it tonight…Having the nerdy girl suck on her balls and the redhead make out with her would have been the icing on the cake for Ann, but she was incredibly grateful that Makoto and Haru were willing to give her such a fun time.

“You two are the best!” Ann cheers, “It’s wild seeing you go all out, Makoto! We’ll make a party girl out of you, yet! Ah! Haru, don’t tease me like that! Those are sensitive…”

Haru giggles as she fondles Ann’s balls, “Sorry~ I just can’t help myself!”

“You deserve it,” Makoto teased, “Watching you walk around in that latex catsuit with your bulge stretching out the fabric is too distracting. We’re going to milk your co*ck dry!”

“Oh, jeez!” Ann blushes as she twiddles her hair, “You two are, like, way too nice to me! You’re working so hard to make me feel good…I should do something in return!”

“Don’t be silly,” Haru answers, “Getting to warp my chest around your big, cute dick is the best time I could ask for! I’m having so much fun seeing you make those lewd noises and watching Makoto get so riled up…I couldn’t ask for a better Girl’s Night!”

“Just make sure to give us your biggest load ever!” Makoto adds, “Your co*ck is really, really huge, by the way. Proportional to your chest, probably.”

“Please!” Ann whimpers, “Don’t make me think about doing math right now!”

Makoto and Haru burst out laughing as Ann’s girl dick bursts out fat loads of spunk all over Queen’s ass and Noir’s breasts. Gooey globs of white decorate Makoto’s clapping cheeks, the student council president wiggling her hips while Haru sticks out her tongue to catch a few far-reaching spurts of cum. Thrashing about, Ann groans as her balls empty all over her teammates’ bodies, coating their curves in her ji*zz, shoving a pillow into her face to muffle her moans. But even though Ann just blew her load all over them, Makoto and Haru want more.

It’s a good thing Ann ate a lot of food because she’ll need the energy as Girl’s Night morphs into morning, the threesome not stopping until the sun rises.

Chapter 17: Urbosa/Bleached

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Gerudo Town had one rule: No voe allowed.

Until Urbosa, chieftain of the Gerudo, made an exception to the rule.

No voe allowed…Unless they were white.

“Keep going, Link!” Urbosa cried, laying on her stomach and shimmying her hips as the Hylian hero thrusts into her brown puss*, “Bleach me until I scream! Turn this proud Gerudo champion into a bleached slu*t for white co*ck!” Everywhere Princess Zelda went, her loyal knight followed, and Gerudo Town was no different. Sneaking Link in wasn’t easy, and Urbosa demanded a gift from the short-statured wielder of the Master Sword in return for smuggling him into her domain. That’s when she discovered how hung Hylians truly were, especially white Hylians like Link. The hero’s girthy, thick, white co*ck more than compensated for his height, the towering Gerudo woman brought to her knees just from a single thrust.

Urbosa thought convincing her fellow Gerudo women would be difficult, but as soon as they saw the wonderful color contrast of Link’s white co*ck and their leader’s bronze skin, every Gerudo now spread their legs for any white Hylian that entered through the town’s entrance, enticing the pale voe with their brown skin and toned muscles. Urbosa’s harem of white men grew larger, every hung Hylian that entered Gerudo Town required to f*ck the chieftain in exchange for admittance. While they were little more than sex toys, Urbosa was putty in their hands, the tall, ripped woman getting onto her hands and knees to suck these men off and feel them between her thighs. But no matter how many white men Urbosa invited into her chambers, Link remained her favorite…

Every time the Princess visited, they found themselves in Urbosa’s bed, taking turns getting plowed by Link, Zelda embracing her hero in romantic passion while the Gerudo champion howled out in unashamed bleached bliss. Tonight, with Princess Zelda on a diplomacy mission, Urbosa had Link all to herself, the Amazonian woman fondling her giant breasts and massaging her cl*t as her favorite white boy grunts and groans atop her. Urbosa’s blue lipstick paint Link’s co*ck and balls, kiss marks dotting his chest and face. Hylian sem*n already graces Urbosa’s skin, sticky cum coating her lips, chest, and stomach, white on brown. Link’s co*ck pounds into Urbosa’s twat harder than a strike of lightning, the mighty warrior woman now a wailing wreck, begging the Hylian hero to f*ck her senseless.

“White co*ck is the best!” Urbosa screams, wrapping her thick thighs around Link’s body, trapping him until he fills her womb with his seed, “Every woman of Gerudo Town, no matter how strong or mighty, will fall to the power of white men and their manhoods! There’s a reason why you’re the greatest swordsman in Hyrule, Link! It’s because white men were blessed by the Goddesses to be superior!” Urbosa pants in needy desperation, thrashing about atop her bed as she lets a man three times shorter than her dominate. Ever since Gerudo Town became bleached, their birthrates had increased and their tourism boomed, different races gathering in their sandy sanctuary to see if the rumors of white Hylians were true.

After conquering battle after battle and defeating endless hordes of monsters and foes, it felt good to submit. Urbosa was one of the grandest warriors in Hyrule, her abilities unmatched by any of the other champions, but even she was weak in the presence of a Hylian co*ck. Despite Urbosa experiencing nothing but victories in her career as chieftain, nothing felt as good as ‘losing’ to a white man.

Even to a white man as twinkish as Link.

Chapter 18: Ruby x Schnee Women

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Ruby’s first kiss was with a Schnee. Weiss Schnee. Her team partner and first girlfriend.

After today, Ruby’s second and third kiss would be with Schnees, as well.

“You seemed to have picked an adequate partner,” Winter said, towering over Ruby as she helped herself to her little sister’s girlfriend, taking a healthy handful of Ruby’s breasts and unapologetically groping the younger girl. It was clear that Winter approved, “More than adequate, in fact…I’m impressed, Weiss.”

Trembling from Winter’s steadfast touch, Ruby’s face is as red as her cape, silver eyes darting back and forth between Weiss and her older sister. This definitely wasn’t normal. Ruby was already nervous about meeting Weiss’ family, but Winter’s ‘hands-on’ approach to analyzing her potential of becoming a part of the Schnee family left her rubbing her thighs together in confusion. Winter’s large chest brushed against the back of Ruby’s neck and the older Schnee’s thigh rubbed against Ruby’s crotch. Whatever ‘test’ this was, Ruby didn’t want to fail it. Ruby lets herself get felt up, her boobs relentlessly manhandled by the handsy older Schnee, heat rushing to her face as she looks towards Weiss for some sort of guidance.

But Weiss wouldn’t dare interrupt her big sister. If she wanted to stay in a relationship with Ruby, they would have to grit their teeth and bear whatever trials her family put them through. At least Ruby only had Winter to deal with…

Until Willow stumbled into the room, half-empty wine bottle in hand.

“Oh!” Willow said, taking a swig from her bottle before wrapping her hand around Ruby’s shoulder, “Is this my princess’ new little girlfriend! My, my…she’s a cutie! Thanks for sharing, Weiss!” One Schnee who doesn’t appreciate personal space was enough, but now Ruby has her girlfriend’s mom feeling her up as well.

“Mom!” Weiss protests, “I’m not sharing! She’s MY girlfriend! Not your plaything!”

“Shh,” Willow said, speech slurred as she caressed Ruby’s cheek, giving little red a big kiss, leaving a dark blue lipstick mark on the girl’s forehead, “Don’t be so stuck-up, sweetie. Let your mommy and sister have a little bit with your Ruthy~” Planting smooches all over Ruby’s face, Willow snuggles into the small girl’s shoulder, purring as she gets dangerously close to Ruby’s lips.

“Um, Mrs. Schnee?” Ruby said, bottom lip quivering as Willow decorated her face with kiss marks, “My name is actually Ruby-AH!”

Willow smacks Ruby’s butt. Lifting up Ruby’s red skirt, Winter and Willow explore the girl’s behind, little spanks and greedy gropes plentiful as they play with Ruby’s round cheeks.

“Cute ass!” Willow coos, admiring Ruby’s pale skin contrasting with her partially see-through, black tights.

Winter agrees, bringing her gloved hand down harshly onto Ruby’s rear end, “Acceptable levels of stamina,” Winter said, “Moans are incredibly enticing, as well. Congratulations, little sister. You’ve picked the perfect partner. Welcome to the family, Ruby Rose.” In celebration of Ruby’s acceptance, Winter kisses her sister’s girlfriend directly on the lips. Ruby’s silver eyes go wide, and Weiss’s mouth hits the floor as Winter steals a kiss from her GF.

“I love my new-HIC-daughter-in-law!” Willow said, dark blue lips crashing into Ruby’s, the MILF guiding Ruby’s hand to her mature, bottom-heavy backside, letting her daughter’s girlfriend cop a feel of her big butt.

“That’s it!” Weiss stomps over and snatches Ruby away from her family, bringing her GF into a deep, sloppy, unrefined kiss that no Schnee would be caught dead doing. There was tongue. Lots of tongue. Ruby and Weiss had shared many kisses before, but none were as intense or lurid as this one. Despite getting felt up and frisked by them, Ruby is still embarrassed to be swapping spit with Weiss in front of her stacked older sister and her caked-out mom. When Weiss broke the kiss, a strand of saliva still connected their lips together.

But Weiss isn’t done.

Flipping up Ruby’s skirt, Weiss tears the top of her girlfriend’s leggings, exposing her rose-patterned panties before the rest of the Schnees.

“Look at how wet she got just from kissing me!” Weiss cries, stuffing her fingers into Ruby’s panties, accentuating the wet spot at the center, “Her vagin* is drenched right now! Because of ME! She’s mine!”

Winter chuckles, “I thought you grew up, Weiss, but I was wrong. ‘vagin*?’ Not very sexy dirty talk.”

Willow chugs the rest of her wine, “Listen to your big sister, sweetie. Here, let mommy show you how it’s done…”

Weiss tears another hole in Ruby’s tights and removes her girlfriend’s panties, “Ruby’s ass belongs to me!” As if to prove her point, Weiss smacks Ruby’s behind, taking an assertive handful of her GF’s butt cheeks, “Just try and take her! I’ll prove to both of you how a Schnee girl claims her property!”

“Uh,” Ruby mumbles, “Do I get a say in this?”

“NO!” Weiss responds, jamming her fingers into Ruby’s wet twat, “You belong to ME, Miss Rose, and don’t you forget it!”

Winter and Willow embrace Ruby along with Weiss, all three Schnees vying for the dark-haired girl’s attention, stripping Ruby of her clothes and undressing as they fight over her body. Winter and Willow smother Ruby’s face with their breasts, using their mature curves to their advantage, while Weiss gets on her knees and starts eating Ruby out, shoving her pretty face between her GF’s legs and gorging on Ruby’s Rose, reaching around to squeeze her rear. Sharing kisses with Winter and Willow and getting eaten out by Weiss, Ruby is drowning in Schnee snoo snoo.

Weiss was beautiful, and as Ruby gets ‘closer’ to the rest of her girlfriend’s family, she realizes that Schnees are just built different.

Chapter 19: Sombra x Tracer/Latina Raceplay

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Hacking tech was simple.

Making D.Va’s mech glitch out and shoot at her own teammates? Easy as pie.

Leaking nudes of Mercy to every Overwatch member’s phone? Piece of cake.

But hacking a person’s own mind? That was a challenge.

Luckily, Sombra had the skills to pay the bills.

With a snap of her fingers, Lena Oxton belongs to her. Tracer of Overwatch is now Sombra’s slave.

“E’llo, mistress!” Tracer chirps, her eyes cloudy and her head empty. The British woman’s clothes had been discarded long ago, Tracer now trotting around Sombra’s lair in a frilly maid outfit, banned from wearing panties or a bra as she dusts and cleans. Lena is happy to see Sombra. Her mind compels her to be.

“Hello, puta,” Sombra said, smirking maliciously as she attaches a leash to Tracer’s collar, “I’m glad to see you. Do you know why?”

Tracer eagerly gets onto her hands and knees, sticking her butt up into the air, excited to perform her daily tasks, “Yes, I do, mistress!” Tracer cheers, tongue dangling out of her mouth as she pants and drools, looking up at her owner with nothing but admiration and arousal, “It’s time for me to do what white women do best and service their superiors!”

“Correcto,” Sombra confirms, spreading her brown legs apart, giving her pet permission to dive straight in and start eating her out, “Now get to work, gringa.” With a snap of her fingers, Tracer pounces.

Shoving her face between Sombra’s legs, Tracer dutifully eats out her mistress, tongue flicking against the Latina woman’s cl*t as her lips smack against the slick folds, the British woman moaning aloud and wiggling her butt to show off how much she enjoys servicing Señorita Sombra. Barely better off than braindead, Tracer’s mind is solely dedicated to pleasuring and worshipping her mistress, a microchip implanted deep within her brain cavity constantly sending signals to her mind, reinforcing how inferior and pathetic Lena was in the presence of a proud Latina woman. But that was okay. In this state, Tracer was happy to admit her inferiority, to demean herself in front of her mistress, perfectly willing to kiss Sombra’s boots and slobber over her brown puss*, thankful to have a dom strong enough to put Lena in her place.

“Mmm,” Sombra purrs, bucking her hips and fondling her breast, pinching one of her dark nipples as Tracer licks her folds like the submissive puta she was born to be, “Muy buena, gringa.”

“Sorry, mistress!” Tracer said, “I’m too much of a dumb white woman to understand Spanish. I have no clue what that means!”

“Silly me,” Sombra sneers, “How could I forget?” Sombra didn’t forget a thing, reveling in making Lena look like a dumb, ditzy stereotype of a white girl. Grinding her c*nt against Tracer’s lips, Sombra takes pride in her work, reveling in her captive’s submission. Happy to pick out a gay girl to be her sex slave, Sombra didn’t have to put in any effort to turn Tracer into the perfect puss* eating machine.

“f*ck!” Sombra moans, grabbing a fistful of Lena’s short hair and shoving her in deeper, smothering her freckled face with her thicc, brown thighs, “You suck at being a maid but you’re f*cking incredible at eating puss*. Spent too much time munching on carpets instead of cleaning them, gringa?” Sombra props her feet on Tracer’s back, using her as a footstool while the British woman makes out with her c*nt. Lena has a big smile on her face, her entire body shimmying in excitement, every insult further encouragement, the microchip in her brain blasting dopamine with every tug to her hair or slap across the face. After weeks of sucking on Sombra’s toes, letting Sombra sit on her face, and doing all of Sombra’s chores with a buttpl*g shoved up her ass, nothing can dampen the excitement of being a loyal, submissive, stupid, whitey with a craving for Latina women.

“PAWG,” Sombra muses, watching Tracer’s cheeks jiggle, “Bullsh*t. Can’t believe all the losers on the internet obsess over your flat ass instead of mine.”

“I’m sorry, mistress,” Lena said between licks, “I think big-booty Latina luvs are bloody perfect! Latin women have the best bums! Way better than mine…I’m right lucky to be your maid slu*t, Señorita Sombra!”

“Damn straight,” Sombra cackles, ruffling up Tracer’s hair before clamping down on the brit’s head with her thighs, squeezing Lena’s face, wordlessly commanding her to eat out her chica coochie with as much vigor she could muster. But no matter how hard Tracer makes out with Sombra’s c*nt, the hacker would make her scrub her tech clean while cranking up the vibrator attached to Tracer’s nipples and cl*t to the maximum. As Sombra hits her climax, refusing to let Tracer breathe until she finishes rolling her spasming hips into the brit’s face, drowning her in nectar, the Latina gets on her feet, giving Tracer’s butt a pat as a reward.

“Here,” Sombra said, throwing Tracer a British biscuit, “As bland and spice-less as you.” While Lena snacks, Sombra equips a strap-on, the dild* red, white, and green, “White women like dogs, right?”

Sombra turns to give Tracer a good look at her strappy…The plastic co*ck is shaped like a knot.

Chapter 20: Hilda & Marianne/Gloryhole

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Marianne spent a lot of time on her knees.

It was only natural she would end up at the Garreg Mach Gloryhole eventually.

“Goddess forgive me,” Marianne prayed, wrapping her fingers around a throbbing, hardened co*ck, trembling from the damnation that awaited her for indulging in lust.

“Don’t be silly, Marianne!” Hilda said, admiring her nails as she cheers from the sidelines, “I bet the Goddess is super stoked about you sucking dick! The less time you spend with horses and the more time you spend with actual people, the better!”

It was Hilda’s idea to drag Marianne into the Monastery gloryhole. She told Marianne this was to boost her confidence, to help the bluenette get accustomed to being around other folks. It was a perfect plan! Marianne got nervous socializing with anyone who wasn’t fluffy, feathery, or furry, so camping out in a gloryhole was an ingenious way to socialize without talking or making eye contact. Hilda pats herself on the back for being such a good friend. Not only was she getting Marianne to hang out with others, but the pious girl was going to get a MASSIVE confidence booster after she made a few horny guys cum all over her.

Also, Hildra promised some boys she’d be at the Garreg Mach Gloryhole in exchange for them doing her chores. With Marianne taking over for her, she dodged two jobs for the price of one! Win-win!

Timidly stroking off her first co*ck of the day, Marianne whimpers and whines as she takes a few exploratory licks, the taste overwhelming. Unhinging her jaw as much as she can, praying that her teeth don’t scrape against the shaft taking residence in her mouth, Marianne clenches her chest to quell her maddening heartbeat. She can hear groans on the other side of the wall, the man she’s servicing pushing his manhood forward, craving more from her. Marianne doubts her amateur blowj*b skills could provide anyone pleasure, but with Hilda’s insistence, the bluenette can do nothing but ignore her heart’s palpitations and delve deeper into carnality.

Choking down the blasphemous guilt that wallows within her, slurping down the girthy co*ck that craves her attention, Marianne rubs her thighs together in enthralled anguish. Her throat strains to handle the thick shaft that plunges down her windpipe, Marianne’s chocolate-brown eyes wide with worry. No amount of prayer can prepare her for the flood of sem*n that blesses the back of her mouth.

“Mmph!” Marianne gags as cum is shot directly into her stomach, spitting out the twitching co*ck, her pale features made even whiter as ji*zz decorates her face.

“Hilda…” Marianne whimpers, panting aloud as her voice breaks, “It was so much…I couldn’t…I’m sorry I couldn’t swallow it all.”

“No worries!” Hilda chirps, clapping Marianne on the back, “You did great! You’ll be ditching the stables and be the Monastery’s number-one dick sucker in no time!”

“Actually,” Marianne mumbles, “I was wondering if there was a way I could combine the two…”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Hilda asks, “You couldn’t put a gloryhole in the stables. The horses would get in the way.”

Marianne gulps, “Well…”

“HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!” Marianne and Hilda hear someone banging on the gloryhole wall, “Hilda!? That wasn’t you sucking my dick just now? You promised us it’d be you, lazy bitch!”

“Oh, crap…” Hilda may be in trouble.

Another co*ck pokes through the gloryhole wall, a male student shouting, “You better start sucking or else I’m telling the Professor you’ve been making us do your chores!”

There’s no escaping now.

“Hilda,” Marianne said, “What are they talking about?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Hilda scoots up and starts to stroke the student’s shaft, resisting the urge to dig her nails into the annoying boy’s dick, “Help me get this loser off, and we’ll visit Dorte on the way back!”

Marianne and Hilda may have been completely different souls, but their teamwork was impeccable.

Their tongues danced together against the boy’s tip, their lips smothering his shaft in oral love, the lazy lass and the animal adorer joining hands as they sucked off a single co*ck between the two of them. The warmth of Hilda’s hands makes Marianne quiver, their tongues touching, the intimacy of pleasuring a man with her closest friend an even more stimulating sensation than swallowing cum. Not only was Hilda willing to bring her here to try and bolster her sense of self-worth, but the peppy pink-haired girl was also willing to swap spit with someone condemned to damnation…Perhaps the Goddess guided Marianne here for a reason…

Hilda is mad that her lipstick is getting ruined.

But at least spending time with Marianne was fun. The gloomy gal had never seemed so lively, and watching her unwind was pretty entertaining, even if Hilda’s make-up was wrecked.

Hilda takes the boy’s co*ck into her mouth, her twin tails flowing as she bobs her head back and forth, using all her saved-up energy in a big burst of passion, showing Marianne how a REAL gloryhole slu*t sucks dick. Having ample practice giving handies and blowies in exchange for labor, Hilda handles herself perfectly, giving the male student the sloppiest toppy of his life while putting on a show for her bluenette bestie at the same time. No matter how often she slept through class or skipped weapon training, no one would dare call Hilda lazy if they saw her sucking co*ck. Gargling on dick, spittle staining her chin, pink lipstick smeared all over the lucky guy’s shaft, Hilda puts all of her efforts into deepthroating, her nose almost poking against the gloryhole wall. The more she worked here, the faster she could get back to bed and wash the taste of ji*zz out of her mouth.

“Goodness,” Marianne said, unable to take her eyes off Hilda, stunned to see the boy’s entire length disappear down her friend’s throat, “You’ve truly been blessed by the Goddess. Servicing pent-up men and their aching manhoods…I’ve never realized how much of a gift it is to relieve ailing people of their urges.”

Hilda spits out the saliva-shinned dick from her mouth, “Yeah, uh, riiight…” she said, “C’mon, Marianne! Embrace your inner gloryhole whor*! Suck on that dick! For the Goddess, I mean. Also, my throat is sore now.”

Marianne nods, taking a deep breath before shoving her face forward. Hilda places her hand on the back of the bluenette’s head, pushing Marianne down harder. She may have been tired, but she wasn’t lazy enough to miss out on seeing her friend’s pretty, pale features get another fresh facial.

Marianne never felt more wanted, loved, needed.

Not only did the man on the other side of the wall lust after her mouth but Hilda was excited to spend time with her, as well. Her taste buds flaring with the flavor of co*ck, the pious girl’s mound slick, Marianne embraces these newfound desires, giving herself up to these lusts as if surrendering to a succubus.

Hilda spent so much time lying in bed and letting boys play with her boobs and f*ck her while she slept, she may as well be a succubus herself.

But Marianne hasn’t been corrupted…She’s been enlightened.

“Gluk, Mmph, Glurck!”

Drool drips down onto her ample chest, Marianne shining with confidence, even with the fat co*ck of a stranger pounding the back of her mouth. She can feel another throatpie coming. The bluenette releases the boy’s prick, panting in heat like an animal. Marianne wants to share.

“Hilda,” she asks in a surprising swell of enthusiasm, “I’m ashamed to ask this of the most attractive individual in Garreg Mach. An outgoing, strong woman like you deserves to worship co*ck with someone far better than me…But would you care to share this man’s sem*n with me? P-Please?”

Hilda sighs. How can she say no?

“Oh, shush,” Hida teases, “I’d love to spend some more time with runner-up for prettiest girl in Garreg Mach! Even if I tricked you into coming here to do my work for me…” Hilda whispers that last part under her breath.

Marianne and Hilda intertwine their fingers, co*ck grinding against their lips as they run their tongues along the spit-soaked shaft, moaning aloud together. With two mouths sucking his dick, it doesn’t take long for the student on the other side of the gloryhole to finish, blowing his load all over the Golden Deer girl’s faces. Marianne sticks her tongue out to catch a few loose strands. Hilda isn’t a fan of the taste of spunk, but she can’t help herself from bringing her gloomy gal pal into a kiss, sucking up the sem*n from the bluenette’s mouth in a show of affection, drooling the cum back into Marianne’s mouth so she can swallow.

Now that her deal with the horny boys is fulfilled and she’s taken Marianne’s first kiss for herself, Hilda decides it’s time to leave.

“Uck!” Hilda wipes off globs of gooey sem*n from her chest before grabbing the blushing beauty before her, “Now I’m all sweaty and sticky! C’mon, Marianne. Let’s take a dip in the sauna together! I wanna see whose boobs are bigger!”

From now on, Marianne and Hilda will spend a lot of time together.

Chapter 21: Satsuki/Bleached

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“You foreign pigs are truly pathetic.”

Satsuki isn’t even angry. This delinquent didn’t deserve the energy.

“Whatever,” he responded, not even bothering to look his student council president in the eye as he plays on his phone. He’s disrespectful. He’s smug. He’s a disgrace to Honnōji Academy. This white boy needs to learn his lesson. Honnōji Academy’s disciplinary committee was given a break for today; Lady Satsuki was taking matters into her own hands.

“If you are going to live in Japan and study in our school, you need to acquiesce to our standards,” Satsuki growls, “How dare you dimmish the integrity of Honnōji Academy with your disgusting, perverted acts!” Despite not wanting to get riled up over the foreign delinquent, Satsuki can’t help but crack her knuckles and grind her teeth together, anger fuming as she reminds herself of the troublemaker’s misdeeds, “Flipping up skirts! Groping the chests and behinds of One and Two-Star students! Littering used condoms across school grounds! It’s despicable. You truly are a swine. Concerned with the worm between your legs instead of bettering the future and honoring Honnōji Academy!”

Satsuki pulls out her sword. The exchange student yawns.

“I WILL STRIP YOU OF YOUR CLOTHING, PARADE YOU THROUGH THE STREETS, AND LET THE WHOLE WORLD SEE THE INFERIORITY OF WESTERN MEN! YOU WILL REGRET YOUR PERVERSE, DISMISSIVE ATTITUDE UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE! YOU ARE LESS THAN A NO-STAR. YOU ARE LESS THAN A PIG! YOU ARE GARBAGE!”

The white student unzips his pants and whips out his co*ck.

Satsuki intends to cut it off and shove it into his mouth.

Instead, her legs go up into the air, her sword clattering on the ground.

“f*ck!” Satsuki screams louder than she ever has before. Addressing the entire student body from atop Honnōji Academy or getting into shouting matches with Ryūko Matoi, nothing made her lungs ache as much as howling about her defeat against the foreign exchange student and his massive, thick, throbbing, lengthy co*ck. Satsuki is powerless. Stripped naked, her bra and panties ripped from her body and tossed aside, the powerful, confident Japanese woman can’t fathom escaping from the enrapturement of the fattest manhood she’s ever seen. Satsuki’s only defense against the girthy bitch breaker is to dig her nails into the foreign student’s back, but that only encourages her delinquent to mating press her harder, the boy grunting aloud as he mounts the dictator of Honnōji Academy.

“f*cking foreigner...” Satsuki grunts, drool leaking from between her clenched teeth as her c*nt is plowed into from above, “The gall…I refuse to lose…I won’t give in…” Satsuki wallows in denial as she’s forcibly taken with little effort, her c*nt clamping down on the thick co*ck pounding her puss*. There was barely a fight. Lady Satsuki fell with a single thrust. How did the student council president so quickly submit? The exchange student was happy to answer.

“I love watching a PAAG get bleached,” he groans as he mating presses her raw, “After I knock you up with a hapa, I’m going to plow that fat ass. Get ready, eyebrows. You’re going to be addicted to white co*ck for the rest of your life.”

Struggling to comprehend the male student’s words, all Satsuki can discern is ‘white co*ck.’ Moaning in ravenous defeat, her eyes crossing and her tongue dangling out her mouth, Satsuki is diminished into a whimpering, unhinged whor*. No longer the president of Honnōji, Satsuki is a deprived slu*t, brought to her knees from just one stroke of white dick. If Ryūko Matoi saw her like this, her reputation would be ruined forever. If Nui or her mother saw her like this, she’d be disowned and exiled before she could overthrow them. Luckily, there’s no chance Nonon will walk in on Satsuki’s bleaching…The little pink gremlin and her entire band of cute girls have already fallen to the exchange student’s white dick, all of them too busy making horny songs about white men to discover Satsuki’s defeat.

Burying his face into Satsuki’s large breasts before stealing a kiss from her, the white boy snickers as he feels the PAAG president’s legs wrap around his body, trapping him until he pumps her womb full of cum. Asian women were perfect for bleaching. Japanese girls were even better. But a stacked, stunning, and dominant schoolgirl who ruled over miles of land? f*cking perfect.

Struggling to stay sane with white dick slamming past her folds, Satsuki pants like a bitch in heat, sweat dripping down her forehead as she’s mating pressed, bleached, and soon-to-be impregnated. Life fiber is nothing in the presence of white men. No matter how many threads of parasitic, alien organisms overtake the bodies of women across Japan, all of them would be obliterated by the rapture that was white co*ck. Life fiber uniforms will soon be replaced with bleached branded clothing. Stars will be swapped for Queen of Hearts. Satsuki knows nothing of raceplay, but after spending the rest of the night with the foreign exchange student, she’ll be a walking, talking piece of bleached propaganda. With this power, Satsuki can overcome the thorn in her side known as Ryūko Matoi. With white co*ck, Satsuki can bring her mother to heel. With white men on her side, every girl in Honnōji will submit and fornicate.

It was time to surrender.

“I LOVE WHITE co*ck!” Satsuki shouts, her c*nt snug as she org*sms, squirting over her desk as she thrashes about, legs locking her lover in place until her breeds her, “GETTING BLEACHED LEADS TO FREEDOM! SUBJUGATION TO WHITE MEN IS LIBERATION! HUNG ASIAN BOYS AND BBC IS MYTH! THESE ARE THE TRUTHS OF THIS WORLD! I SURRENDER TO WHITE MEN! YOU BULLS IN HUMAN CLOTHING! f*ck ME! RAIL ME! BREED MY JAPANESE ASS RAW! EMPTY YOUR SEED DIRECTLY INTO MY WOMB! WHITE co*ck IS SUPERIOR! f*ck ME!”

Lady Satsuki is gifted with a hefty creampie, vast amounts of sem*n pumping into her org*sming puss*, the student council president heaving and howling, unraveling faster than an outfit with a loose thread. Splayed atop her desk, Satsuki struggles to recover her breath. She wants more. She needs more. Before Satsuki can get on her hands and knees and beg this white stud to breed her fat Jap ass next, there’s a banging at her office door.

“SATSUKI!” Ryūko Matoi is outside, “GET OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME YOU BITCH!”

The foreigner raises an eyebrow. Satsuki smirks. She knows exactly what to do to bring Matoi down a peg…

Chapter 22: Amelia Watson & HoloMyth/Sex for Money

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Bent at a ninety-degree angle, her asshole already leaking cum, Amelia Watson plays on her phone as the HoloMyth manager rams into her puss*. It wasn’t her first time here, and it certainly won’t be the last. As her manager’s hips crash into her butt cheeks, making her ground pounder clap, Ame cackles as her bank account is pumped full of cash harder than her ass was pumped full of her manager’s ji*zz. The rest of HoloMyth waits in the wings, each of the girls excited to get their own funding, stripping out of their clothes and eager to get their wallets made fuller.

Kiara is already completely naked. In fact, she arrived at the manager’s office naked, the phoenix now lazily massaging her twat as she splits her attention between Ame getting rutted and Calli stripping. Mori keeps her high heels and leggings on, along with her bra, getting ready to pull out the money makers the second she asks for her latest music video’s budget. No one can so ‘no’ to the fattest, most sought-after tit* in Hololive, after all. Gura’s panties are dangling around her ankle, the little shark girl wearing nothing but her hoodie, zipped down to show off her flat chest, nipples, and gills. Ina is completely undressed as well, but she covers her chest and puss* with her tentacles, wiggling in excitement.

“I need a new drawing tablet so bad!” Ina said, “I got sem*n all over my last one…”

“How’d you do that?” Gura asks, massaging her jaw muscles anticipating the upcoming facef*ck.

“Tako Bell delivery drivers are starting to get lewd,” Ina sneakily wriggles the tip of a tentacle against her puss* lips, biting her bottom lip as she waits her turn.

“You should see my KFP employees!” Kiara squawks, her thicc chicken thighs spread wide open as she unashamedly jams her fingers into her twat, “When I got my butt buff they went on strike until they all got a piece of my cake!”

“Stop talking about butts!” Watson shouts, the Myth manager now yanking her arms back to better slam into the detective’s cunny, “My ass is still sore!” Just to add insult to injury, Ame’s manager smacks her cheeks, snickering as he pounds into the blonde with vigor, admiring the way he made Watson’s asshole gape.

“Ooooh!” Kiara coos, “He’s extra feisty today! Fine by me. Mamma Wawa needs a new pair of shoes!”

Mori keeps her distance from Kiara, making sure not to get dragged into her pre-show finger-blasting, “You’re doing this just for shoes?”

“They’re expensive shoes!”

Mori rolls her eyes, “As soon as I get plapped, Imma bounce. I got raps to record and videos to film. Hopefully, he doesn’t f*ck my face this time; my vocal cords need to be tight AF.”

“Doubt it,” Gura said, “He’s already seggsed Watson’s face like five times.”

“IT WAS SIX! I NEED TOOTHPASTE!”

Gura chuckles at Watson’s misfortune, but the same fate awaits the rest of them. The shark doesn’t really seem to mind, though. She’s already plenty stinky.

“I can’t wait for more time off,” Gura ponders, wagging her fishy tail like a dog, “It’s been super beneficial for my mental health, y’know!”

“Yeah, right,” Calli said, “I saw those videos. We know what you’ve actually been doing.”

Gura shrugs, “Spending time with my bull sharks instead of with shrimps IS beneficial for my mental health! I can’t stream if I’m all hot and bothered and stuff!”

“Just do what Ame does!” Kiara chirps, “She masturbat*s on stream all the time!”

“I REJECT THESE ACCUSATIONS!”

While her friends chit-chat, Ame scratches her manager’s desk as he gets ready to pump his favorite blonde detective full of his cum. Watson’s loud gremlin noises can be heard all over the Cover Corp building, the blonde squirming and twisting, gritting her teeth as she keeps her eyes on the money. Getting her bee costume, paying for vocal training, everything came from getting f*cked by Hololive employees and managers, each and every female talent at Cover Corp opening her legs or spreading their ass cheeks for a man with a fat dick and an even fatter wallet. It was all part of the contract, and as Amelia gets her womb pumped full of her manager’s cum, the blonde flips over, exhausted but eager to get spend on her next projects.

If the girls at HoloMyth get f*cked without a condom, they get a bonus package. Thankfully, Watson is on the pill, or else there would be MANY more Smol Ames running about. As the next girl is called up, their manager already rock hard from the sight of another beautiful streamer getting ready for his co*ck, Watson slumps off his desk and cleans herself up…By having Gura eat the cum out of her holes.

Chapter 23: Princess Bubblegum x Loli Marceline/Marceline x Loli Princess Bubblegum

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Never mess with time travel.

It was the number one rule of science. It really skronked up the space-time continuum.

But Princess Bubblegum had to mess with time travel anyway. For science. The concept, not the rat.

“Intriguing results!” Bonnibel scribbles notes down as she throws her ass back to give the young version of Marceline a thorough face-sitting, “It seems Marceloli shares similarities to your approach to oral in reference to rimming. This shows significant data towards my theory of mass consciousness across universes and timelines.”

“Bonnie,” Marceline said, “In English.”

Bubblegum clears her throat before mumbling, “She eats ass almost as effectively as you…”

Marceline the Vampire Queen bursts out into laughter, aggressively grinding her snatch against Bonnie Loli’s mouth, letting the teen version of her 800-year-old GF eat her out, licking her lips and flicking her tongue at the sight of a perky, tiny version of Peebles beneath her. Squeezing her grey thighs against the side of Bonnie Loli’s head, Marceline cackles and howls as her c*nt leaks all over young Bubblegum’s lips, the pink teen licking and lapping as fast as she can, eyes bright with lust as she gets to dine on the vampire’s aged-like-wine thousand-year-old cunny.

As Bonnie Loli gets her fill of vampire vag, Marceloli struggles to breathe with a fat, pink, bubblegum ass smothering her face. When her older self offered Marceloli a ‘fat piece of delicious cake,’ she jumped at the chance. The curvy science lady’s big butt wasn’t what young Marcy was expecting, but she still tackled the thicc piece of gum as well as she could. Being younger than Bonnie Loli, the young Marceline is as inexperienced as can be, but she still wants to seem cool and tough in front of her older self, slithering her tongue against Princess Bubblegum’s dark pink pucker, hands sticky as they knead gummy cheeks, taste buds alight with sweetness as she gobbles down on royal booty.

“f*ck!” Marceline humps Bonnie Loli’s teen face with vigor, the young Bubblegum smacking her lips and burying her cute, pink face into the MUCH older woman’s slick mound, flicking her tongue against the Vampire Queen’s cl*t, “You were wild when you were younger! Way more fun and less stuffy, too. I can’t believe Finn got to mess around with you as a teen when I didn’t!” After an altercation with The Lich, Princess Bubblegum briefly reset to her teenage self, something that Bonnibel wished Marceline never found out about.

“I didn’t do anything with Finn!” The Princess protests, “We just did a bunch of kids stuff. Pulling pranks and junk.”

“Not true!” Bonnie Loli stops stuffing her face with her future GF’s c*nt just to comment, “We let Finn lose his virginity with us! Remember? We told him how much better he was than Mr. Creampuff-”

“Alright, that’s enough from you!” Princess Bubblegum stops her younger self from dragging too many skeletons out of their closet, “Glob. I was such a ding dong at that age…At least you’re cute as a kid.”

“I’m not cute!” Marceloli’s voice is muffled beneath Princess Bubblegum’s fat cheeks, but she makes herself heard, “I’m a survivor! I’m strong! I can eat ANY butt, no matter how big!”

“Just don’t bite,” Bubblegum sighs, jotting random notes.

But before Bonnibel can finish writing, Marceline snatches her clipboard and flings it across the room.

“Hey! Marce-Mmm!” The Vampire Queen brings her Princess into a deep, passionate kiss. Marceloli and Bonnie Loli both chant, “Ooooooh!” at the sight of their future selves making out. Neither of them is mature enough to realize the passion and intimacy that came from decades of knowing one another.

“Enough with the science biz,” Marceline teases, licking Bubblegum’s cheek to get a taste of sweetness, “We both know why we’re doing this. I think your teenage self is cute as f*ck, and I can tell you’re getting off from kiddo Marcy eating your ass. I saw you eating out Marceloli’s little virgin cunny earlier…After being alive for hundreds of years, sometimes you need someone on the younger side to make things more interesting. Don’t look ashamed. I agree. I can’t wait to take teen Bonnibel and shove my tongue up her bubblegum c*nt. I bet she’ll taste so f*cking fresh and sweet, especially at her age. Now c’mon. Let’s have some fun.”

Princess Bubblegum wants to object that all of this was for the sake of science but as Marceloli takes hold of her wide hips and shoves her tiny face directly between her thicc gum cheeks, the Princess arches her spine back and moans in guilty pleasure. Her mature, eight-hundred-year-old twat is leaking sugary nectar. Marceloli wasn’t even a teenager yet, but she ate ass like she had a thousand years of experience, her tiny tongue wriggling against the dark pink pucker with an insatiable hunger. It was wrong. It was immoral. But it felt f*cking amazing.

“Oh,” Marceline added, “Baby Marcy CAN bite, by the way. She’s not even a vampire yet.”

“Ah!”

As if on cue, Marceloli takes a healthy nibble of Princess Bubblegum’s thicc candy ass cheeks before smacking her lips against her backdoor, leaving little nibble marks all across Bonnibel’s gum. Current-day Marceline couldn’t bite. But the loli version could…

“Keep going,” The Princess whines, shimmying her big bottom atop Marceloli’s face, “Keep biting me. Keep rimming me!”

“That’s the spirit,” Marceline groans, clamping her thighs onto Bonnie Loli’s head, “I hope you’re ready to make some music together, little gumdrop.”

As the teenage Bonnie and the prepubescent Marcy eat out their future girlfriends, Princess Bubblegum and Marceline hold hands, swapping spit as they roll their hips. Vampire Queen and Princess of the Candy Kingdom…Both working together to give their younger selves a taste of the future. As Bonnibel and Marceline org*sm, their lips lock together once again, listening to their loyal loli GFs whine and whimper as they make out below.

Maybe messing with time travel wasn’t such a bad idea after all…