The tell-tale sound of tear-filled yelps and grief-stricken hicks echoed across the Goldenrod Gym as the latest challenger finished trouncing the young and energetic leader of the building in battle. The winning trainer, very much deciding he wasn't comfortable alone in the presence of a crying girl, quickly decided to make himself scarce after receiving proof of his victory, leaving the pinkette sobbing by herself in the empty challenge room.
Dainty footsteps carried by a cutie in a short skirt maneuvered their way down the hallway and into the arena containing the whining young woman. A beleaguered sigh fell from Cathy's mouth as a frown formed on her face as she looked at the tear-stained mess that was her leader.
"Come on Whitney, you don't need to pull the water-works schtick every time you lose. You should be used to it by now anyway!" said the lass unhelpfully, which caused another wave of salty drops to cascade down Whitney's cheeks followed by more misery-filled warbles.
Another sigh of mild frustration came from Cathy as she resigned herself to do the one thing that always soothed Whitney's temperaments after a particularly brutal defeat.
"Ugh, at least you remembered to give them the badge this time. I guess you deserve something this time. Here, you silly little slut."
Petite digits fingered the hem of her skirt as she slowly slid it down her slim legs, the soft dark fabric followed closely by her favorite Jigglypuff printed pink and white panties as a veritable monster of a mammoth dong flopped out freely and stood half-erect in the open air, eager for what it knows will come next.
Milky and fur-covered orbs hung heavy and loosely underneath Cathy's sheer girth. A shaft as long as a foot stood proudly even when only at semi-stiffness, ludicrously contrasted by the thin and distinctly feminine figure of the person wielding such a monster of a cock. The root of the rod was covered in a heavy slathering of brown-tinted pubic hair riddled with the wafting stench of sweat and unwashed musk.
The overwhelming reek of fresh dick grease and must hit Whitney's nose and in an instant, her petulant whining had ceased and her tears dried as she scrambled to implant her face deep into the base of Cathy's girlhood. A rose-colored tongue darted out of the mouth of the Gym Leader as she traced it against the scratchy patch of stink-engulfed carpet, shamelessly picking up a few fallen strands of hair to rest on her moist sweat-scraper.
A smug grin replaced the bemused look on Cathy's face as she watched Whitney debase herself so eagerly like this. A ditzy cry-baby turned slutty pole-washer as she savored the natural flavor the lass had accumulated after a long day lounging around the Gym. The remaining soft flesh of the shaft hardening under the sultry attention, until the entirety of Cathy's bitch-breaker was at full mast.
A twinkle filled Whitney's eyes as she gazed onto the full extent of the object receiving her worship. An obelisk made of one-hundred percent home-grown Johto girl-meat rested against Whitney's face, with another six inches at least that couldn't fit.
Whitney wanted oh so desperately to choke on every delicious inch of her subordinate's giga-schlong, to gargle and feel those seed-burdened balls swill around her mouth and leave stringy gifts of femininity in exchange for the piousness of their cleaner. The pinkette knew her place, however, and turned her attention lower first. She would need to finish the appetizer before going onto the main course that was Cathy's sex.
Cathy brought a tiny and well-manicured hand up to Whitney's hair and brushed the salmon-toned locks of her superior. A satisfied smile resting on her face as the moods of both girls in the room quickly became much more upbeat and enthusiastic. A throaty grunt bellowed from Cathy in response to the feeling of a warm, wet, member teasing the top of her taint. It seems Whitney wasn't in the mood to wait, and for once, Cathy was happy to oblige.
Thick girlish thighs spread themselves apart to better give easy access for Whitney's oral indulgence. Hot breath and even hotter spit were applied to the rim of Catherine's pretty brown pucker. Tender kisses and longing licks tasted the bitter brown-eye as the pinkette tried to plunge themselves deeper into the stink of the cutie's ring. Her nose brushed against minute hairs as she rubbed her sniffer against the brim of Cathy's butthole. The Gym Leader eagerly accepting the entirety of the aroma seeping out of the sweat and grime-covered curvature of the lass's asscrack.
A giggle came from above as a hand roughly grabbed Whitney's head and forced it deeper into the confines of Catherine's rear end. Her nose buried precisely against the winking backdoor of the Normal-type novice as she was forced to suck in air contaminated with the fertile reek of body odor and girlish miasma.
Whitney didn't once resist the forceful woman handling, even as she nearly suffocated amidst the stench of fresh butt smell, just as she was trained. She knew better than to disobey the guiding hand of her fat-dicked lover, not that she ever would so long as she was able to continue salivating over every centimeter of all that mouth-watering glory.
Only when Whitney began to shake and squirm when held against her anus did Cathy decide she was satisfied with her pet's attempt at rimming and ready for her womanhood to be worshipped.
Once more did Cathrine grip the backside of Whitney's head roughly, but this she brought it upwards, and then very quickly back down until the tip of her ginormous fem-cock brushed past tonsils and hit the Gym Leader's mucus-covered throat. The force of the sudden skull-fucking alongside her neck being bashed with a flesh stick as thick as a bat caused tears to once again form around Whitney's rose-tinted peppers. Which only made the tent being pitched in the Normal-Type Master's spats all the more obvious and the crotch even slicker with seminal fluid.
Oh yes, Whitney held an ugly, uncut, and distinctly masculine member
between her legs just as her subordinate did. A turgid, veiny thing thicker than it was long yet still incredibly gargantuan. Not dwarfed by Cathrine's fuck-meat so much as it was outmatched, of which Whitney would not have it any other way. Their shared burden of not-cute behemoth beef swinging between their legs being the original catalyst that lead the pair to bond close to one another, both as friends and then later, lovers.
The confines of her Whitney's shorts stretched and tore as it struggled to contain the beast that was her third leg. The distinct lack of attention it wasn't receiving as she instead chose to focus firmly on the mouth-bulging enormity assaulting her esophagus simply made the twitching need for release all the stronger as another clump of sticky pre escaped the tormented tip and seeped into the blue cloth, staining it with pearly white love nectar.
Catherine paid no heed to the struggle of Whitney's rising urge to cum, however. She was far too busy enjoying every delectable thrust she gave to her superior's mouth-pussy. Her pillowy-soft pink lips that are always so wondrously full and plump being filled with something much more naughty than the usual sugary treats and candies.
The sound of the Gym Leader's skull being used as a make-shift onahole was a much more pleasant background noise than the typical ear-splitting screams whenever she lost, thought Cathy, as she delivered one last thrust hard into the mouth of the incredibly pretty girl, powerful enough to cause her balls to bounce off of Whitney's chin like a pair of perky Happinys. Holding her against the filth-soaked groin growings for an entire minute as her Master enjoyed the feeling of being hilted inside of another.
She yanked the dumbfounded and breathless mess of a girl off of her cock and inspected Whitney's neglected member for a moment. She was satisfied to see the pink-prostate pounder as rigid and stiff as it possibly could be. With deliberate glee, she ordered the other girl to bend over and plant her hands firmly against the wall. They were both about to find out if Whitney's spit-shine was enough to lube Catherine's womanhood up to fit into the smaller futa's keister.
Any soreness or strain she had after the hardcore face-fucking she just took evaporated in an instant as she jumped up and turned her backside towards her lover. Expertly sticking her cute rump outwards and swaying it side to side in an attempt to entice the larger lady to hurry up and fuck her brains out. Her humongous cock and balls imitating the movements of her rear as they ever shook and her shaft dripped a small puddle of girl-spunk onto the floor beneath.
A laugh escaped from Cathy as the display from her superior succeeded. A sharp slap smacked against Whitney's right asscheek which earned a yelp in exchange. Another two, just as fast and twice as hard, hit the jiggly derriere of the now blushing Goldenrod native, and the meaning behind the blows was made clear. With shaking hands, Whitney removed her support against the brick wall of the Gym and moved them behind her. Shaking with anticipation, she spread her fat, jiggly, pale globes wide open and exposed her most precious place to the dominant girl.
Another grin plastered itself across Cathy's face, this one much less smug but instead genuinely warm. She patted Whitney's head once and motioned for the submissive semen receptacle to brace herself against the wall again. Each hand gripped opposite ends of the same meaty waist and enjoyed the feeling of kneading the soft, supple flesh of bountiful and bodacious booty.
With bated breath, the soon-to-be catcher of their tryst struggled to contain themselves as the tip of Catherine's cock prodded itself against her rim. A needy wiggle fueled by a yearning desire to be filled did nothing but earn another cruel smack from courtesy of tiny, girlish hands. Wanting it is one thing, but being greedy is simply unacceptable.
Still, even she was having trouble controlling the urge to breed that big beautiful booty that makes the many wandering eye'd men of the city turn twice and stare unabashedly in admiration. That absolutely scrumptious cushion made for pushin' that every single red-blooded male in Goldenrod and likely the entire region wants to make clap and quiver from the ever-lovingly brutal buttfucking they'd deliver onto it, girl-cock attached to the underside or no. Not that Cathy would ever admit as much. Whitney's ego didn't need to be any bigger than it already is.
With enough foreplay had, and a final spank across the width of Whitney's wobbling ass-crack, Catherine plunged herself into the tightness of the pink-haired woman's bottom until she was completely hilted inside the warm lusciousness of the small girl. A cry mixed with both pain and exquisite ecstasy rang out from Whitney. Her entire body shaking as her rear was forced to accommodate the sheer thickness of the ram-rod currently balls deep inside of her bowels. Her belly being bloated and an outline forming by the ridiculousness of Cathy's size as it was forced to extend and accept every inch.
Barely a minute had passed before another wave of bitter-sweet pleasure reverberated throughout her body as Catherine began to plow her hefty cake in earnest. The feeling of her sensitive prostate being softly and slowly pounded by the awe-inspiring hugeness caused another flow of rushing ball-water to fall out of Whitney and drip onto the clear puddle beneath them. She wouldn't last much longer at this rate, and soon enough, that puddle would practically become an river of mixed sperm and one-sided shame.
Cathy on the other hand was in heaven. Nothing she ever experienced in life felt half as good as sliding her Mudsdale sized feminity into Whitney's tightness. The perfect mixture of ball-draining sphincter grip and mind-numbing hotness that never failed to suction out every ounce of sperm-brimming and musk-ridden nut-sludge right out of her coin purse as if she was a fresh virgin, every time.
She almost wished she could stay like this forever. Balls-deep inside of a big butt bombshell like Whitney for the rest of her life, but the ever-growing biological demand to deposit her seed into a willing container won out against her mental desires, and with a dozen or so final thrusts into the welcoming ring of Whitney's browneye, Cathy came, and she came hard.
A drizzle of sperm sprayed into Whitney's waiting asshole and painted her insides a pearly white. Another torrent of cum flooded her bowels as the river flowing out of her rod desperately searched for an egg that they would never find. Her mid-section growing even more enlarged and distended as the full load of Catherine's creamy delight had nowhere else to go but inside of her. The now softening member slowly growing soft but acting as a plug as it continued to unleash rope after rope of fresh jism like a broken faucet into Whitney's bottom.
Only after she was completely spent, and the feeling of pale fluid leaving her body ceased did she finally pull out. An ocean of alabaster that would put Kyogre to shame drenched the earth below as it poured out of Whitney's freshly gapped behind. Her plump stomach slowly growing smaller as what seemed like gallons of semen dripped out of her body and onto the ground to form a small pool of gooey slime. Very smelly and glue-thick proof of the love-making that had just taken place.
Whitney crumpled onto the floor, right into the mixture of girly juices and barely looked conscious. Catherine took position beside her, still standing, and wiped her sticky cock off onto the face of the thoroughly mind-numbed pinkette.
"Whew, we really went hard there, huh Whitney? More so than usual, at least." said the lass as she gazed over the evidence of their affair. The comatose Gym Leader said nothing in response.
"I'm just gonna, uh, let you clean this up, alright? Consider it payment for helping you feel better this time."
With another pat on the head, one final use of Whitney's mug as a cleaning towel, and a quick roll-up of her semen-soaked panties and skirt, Lass Cathy quickly left her Gym Leader to recover alone. Temporarily brain-broken, but much less loud and obnoxious than she was before.