Love In The Air (Sans Gwen)
"Ohhhh, MacArthur!"
"Yeah, say my name, baby. Say my name!"
It was midday on the Total Drama Jet, and right now Sanders was having the time of her life. She was in one of the plane's private rooms, she had her hands cuffed behind her back, and was getting fucked hard in the ass by her girlfriend and police partner, MacArthur.
[Sanders: I love this game! Not only are MacArthur and I finally a couple because of it, but we can just spend all day fucking each other's brains out! She just bought a new strap-on in Jamaica that feels sooooo good! It feels just like a real cock and I just want that thing to stay in my ass 24/7! I honestly hope this game never ends. If it came down to a choice of having to give up either policework or sex with MacArthur, I would honestly probably just let the world go to Purge and let MacArthur fuck me as hard as she can as the world burned]
"Oh, fuck!" Sanders moaned. "Ohhhh! I'm cumming again!"
"Yeah, cum for mama, Sanders!" MacArthur purred, giving Sanders's ass a nice, hard slap as she kept pounding into her.
"MacArthur!"
"Yeah, say my name Sanders!"
"What are you talking about?" Sanders asked. "I didn't say anything."
"MacArthur!" MacArthur turned around to see her master, Chef, standing in the doorway. "What the hell are you doing? Get your ass back to the harem now!"
"Sorry, master." MacArthur said. "I'll be back in just a sec." Chef left and MacArhur was forced to pull out of Sanders, put her new strap-on away, and uncuff her girlfriend's hands.
"Goddammit!" Sanders said grumpily. "I hate the fact that you aren't in the game anymore. Why can't we just have one day to be together? The whole day."
MacArthur gave her a kiss and smiled. "Relax, Sanders." She said. "Whoever wins the game doesn't just get a million dollars, remember? They also get a night alone with the person of their dreams."
"Oh, yeah." Sanders said. "I forgot about that part."
MacArthur turned to exit the room. "You just win this game, partner." MacArthur said. "Then I'll be all yours~" And with that, she left to return to Chef's harem.
Another girl who was having a little trouble in paradise with her special someone was Zoey. Right now, she was in Blainley's harem's room fucking her girlfriend, Crimson, in the ass with a strap-on. The only problem was Crimson wasn't the only one getting her ass hammered.
"Aaah! Blainley, could you please take it a little easier?" Zoey pleaded as Blainley pounded away at Zoey's ass.
"Sorry, sweetheart." Blainley replied, not sounding sorry at all. "You know the rules: you wanna play with my bitches, I get to play with you."
"Just ignore her, Zoey." Crimson said. "Just keep going. I'm so fucking close!"
Zoey tried to power through and finish pleasuring her girlfriend, but Blainley was just too much to take. "Aaah! Sorry, Crimson." Zoey said, pulling out of her girlfriend's ass and quickly heading for the door. "Maybe some other time. You know, when my ass isn't so sore already."
"Zoey, wait!" But it was too late. Zoey had left. [Zoey: It sucks that I can't have any fun with Crimson without Blainley interfering. I just want one day to be with her, just her and me. Is that really too much to ask?]
Meanwhile, back in Loser Class, Bridgette was moaning like crazy as her Bitch of the week, Leshawna, ate her out. "Ohhhh, yes!" Bridgette groaned. "Right there! Right there! Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum!"
Leshawna just rolled her eyes and kept on licking Bridgette's cunt. [Leshawna: You know, Bridgette's supposed to be my Bitch right now after winning the challenge in Russia. And this is my last night to use her as much as I want! Why am I stuck serving the girl who's supposed to be serving me?!]
While the other ladies of the Total Drama Jet were busy getting busy, Gwen was alone in First Class drowning her bitterness in a plate of cookies. [Gwen: I hate, hate, hate this game. Everyone on this plane has someone they get to be with. Sanders has MacArthur, Zoey has Crimson, Bridgette's got Leshawna as her Bitch plus she has Geoff back home to fuck, and Leshawna has… I don't know. Harold, I guess? Either way, I'm the only person on this show who doesn't have anyone either on the plane or back home to fuck. Plus I've put on, like, three pounds already eating all these cookies because I can't fuck anyone! It sucks! And, if I win this game, who am I even going to get to fuck for my reward? Trent? Duncan? Or, like Chris said earlier, nobody apparently? *Sigh* I need more cookies]
Sanders and Zoey both came back into the First Class cabin, both sulking over not being able to finish fucking either of their girlfriends. Sanders reached for a cookie from Gwen's tray, but Gwen slapped her hand away. "Hands off." She said grouchily.
"Geez. What's your problem?" Sanders asked.
Gwen didn't answer. She just kept stuffing her face with cookies. Leshawna came back into the First Class cabin as well. "Whew!" She said. "Bridgette's been running me ragged all day with that crazy energy she's had lately. I need a break."
"Oh, no. You must feel so awful after getting laid so much." Gwen said sarcastically.
"What's her problem?" Leshawna asked Zoey and Sanders. But before either one could answer…
"Attention, ladies," Chris said over the loudspeaker, "we'll be landing at our next destination shortly. Get ready to have the time of your lives in the greatest city on Earth!"
The girls all got strapped in to their seats as the Total Drama Jet landed. They then exited the plane and were met with the sight of mile-high skyscrapers, the sound of a thousand cars stuck in a never ending gridlock, and the distinct feeling of being in a city that never sleeps.
"Welcome to New York City!"