"How come I always get soooo sleepy whenever we have sleepover streams?"
Gura whined almost immediately after asking. She'd been fighting off the sudden wave of exhaustion ever since she started streaming with Watson that night. True to claim, she always seemed to fall asleep before the time-traveler did, even when she was the one to invite Watson over for their mutual streams.
Amelia Watson, however, was without a care in the world. It didn't seem to bother her one bit, as she waved dismissively towards the little shark. "It's because you can't keep up with my MASSIVE stamina, heheheheh~"
"Your massive stamina?" Gura shook her head with a knowing snicker. "That sounds lewd. This isn't a lewd stream!"
As if on cue, she witnessed the live chat box begin to overflow; start pouring in with YABAI's and LEWDs and KUSA's abound. A little shudder ran through the even littler shark's frame; she always appreciated spending time with Amelia Watson, and she certainly enjoyed streaming together with her in the same house.
She looked over when she was certain that Amelia wasn't watching. She couldn't hear what the detective was saying. She knew that she was reading out a superchat, but Gura was much more focused on how Amelia was speaking, rather than the context of her words. The way the blonde's eyes sparkled joyously as she engaged with the community. Her amused giggles and her absurd jokes, and the manner in which she always teased those who watch her.
"-thank you!" Amelia regarded the incoming superchat jovially. "Ummm, we might have to do something like that tomorrow at the earliest! Gura's about to go to sleep, and then I'll go to sleep soon too. But we had a lot of fun, riiiiight?"
She turns away from the computer screen, to look right at Gura when she says that. It's then that the butterflies in Gura's stomach start to bubble up to the surface.
"Ah! Yeah! I always have fun with you, Watson!" Gura beamed with happiness and pride. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the live chat box start to fill up with heart emojis and similar. Gura turned away from Watson with great reluctance, to regard her own stream with a sad little smile.
"Sorry guys, I'm really beat. Let me just save the game and then we can pick this up again tomorrow, okay? I promise!"
Amelia Watson turns Gawr Gura's computer off.
It's only a few minutes after ending the stream, but the little shark is knocked out cold. Stretching her arms up high above her head, Amelia groans with a deep satisfaction, fondly regarding the effectiveness and potency of her homemade tranquilizer.
"You're so cute when you sleep, Gura," Amelia whispered, typing away on her cell phone. "I'm sorry, I just can't help myself…"
She spoke to no one in particular, of course. Not even Bubba, who lounged coolly at the end of the room, watching the two girls lazily from his spot on the recliner.
Had a good time with Gura tonight! Amelia's fingers tapped quickly on her phone's touch screen keyboard. Thanks for stopping by the stream! We'll have loads of more fun tomorrow!
She tapped SEND, and off the tweet went. Then she silenced her phone. Sometimes Amelia didn't silence her phone. She'd tweet, and then hold the phone right up to her dripping-wet pussy, beneath her hefty cock, letting the buzz-buzz of the makeshift vibrator work wonders on her nethers. But tonight, Amelia wanted silence and concentration. The only thing she wanted to hear was the sound of Gura's light snoring, and the sound of her hips slapping lightly against the little shark's.
Even now, Gura coasted through dreamland, eyes sealed and completely unaware that her dear friend and coworker was going to do the same thing that she did every night that they spent together like this.
"I'm so fucked-up," Amelia whispered, grinning madly. Years of time travel had completely warped the blonde detective, altering at least her sense of morality. It was one thing to have sex. It was another thing entirely to force yourself onto someone much weaker than you.
And drugging Gawr Gura, before forcing yourself onto her underaged, nubile body? It was downright heavenly. Even if Calliope Mori herself cut her to bits and sent her soul to the darkest pit of hell, Amelia Watson was here for a good time, and a long time.
She stood over Gura's sleeping form, quietly snoring as if all was right with the world. Yet with people like Amelia skulking around and preying on others like this, it damn sure wasn't.
Carefully, Amelia moved the tainted glass of milk from its place on the floor to the coffee table. Then she went to work on turning Gura over, so that the little shark was laying prone with her cute ass in the air. Just the way Amelia liked it.
"Never change, Gura," Amelia whispered, licking her lips at the sight of Gura's bubble butt. "And thanks for all the Ring Fit streams~"
She hiked up Gura's shark-themed hoodie, which came down low enough to obscure the Atlantean's baby blue panties. In one fluid flourish, the hoodie is brought up to around Gura's navel, and Amelia Watson has a line of sight directly to her colleague's moist underwear, and the treasure contained within.
"Getting wet, Gura? Your body loves this, doesn't it? It can't lie to me." Amelia relished the opportunity to say such filthy things out loud, where no one else could hear them. "You nasty little slut, hehehehe~"
She was like a gremlin when she laughed; when she took pleasure in performing such unspeakable acts. Carefully now, like she was handling something volatile, Amelia stuck her finger out and pressed it right against Gura's panties, biting her lip when she heard a soft moan slip from the little shark's mouth.
"I wonder if you'd ever let me do this while you're awake," Amelia mused, quietly. Wouldn't that be quite something? She wouldn't have to spend so much time crafting drugs to put her victims to sleep, if she could sample Gura's goods whenever she damn well pleased. Of course, Amelia was totally kidding herself.
It's so much more fun when they're unwilling, and unknowing. When they go through life believing that everything is A-OK. When they're utterly ignorant as to why their body hurts in the morning; why they're so lethargic, and queasy.
If Amelia didn't know any better, she would tear off Gura's panties and just plow her, right then and there. But the detective hasn't coasted innocently for this long without knowing just how to operate. A mistake here or two with strangers is fine, but this is Gawr Gura. This is someone she sees and interacts with almost every single day of her life. She has to be careful. She will take it nice… and slow.
Bubba barked quietly from his spot on the recliner, and Amelia clicked her tongue.
"I know. Shush~"
Amelia looked down and hiked up her skirt. Her thick cock was practically throbbing with want and need. The want and need to slide into something hot, wet, and totally off-limits.
She was so glad she went commando tonight. No need to remove any pesky panties, she could just get to work. As the evening went on, her anticipation grew, and grew - and so did her cock. Amelia was worried that Gura would somehow notice during the night's festivities, but she did not. Poor little thing was so focused on staying awake, and having a good time. And now look where that got her.
Amelia was ready tonight. Fetching a condom, Amelia quickly gets it wrapped over her turgid length, and she sighs pleasurably as she grabs her own cock, admiring its immense size.
Click!
Then she takes a picture. Another personal indulgence: a snapshot of her wrapped-up cock pressing firmly against Gura's little bubble butt. Another photo for the growing album.
Funny how Gura was helping Amelia with scrapbooking, without ever being conscious of it. Pulling Gura's panties to the side, Amelia snaps another photo of the little shark's moist cavern, relishing the knowledge that she'll get away with this, same as always.
"I can't take it anymore," Amelia rasped, "I need to fuck you, Gura, I'm sorry~"
The detective's motions were natural. She switched to the record function on her cell phone, and held it right up to the scene in front of her. Unconscious Gura, laying with her butt raised high, and her pussy lips warm and inviting.
"Nn… Ame…"
"Gura?" Amelia froze. She'd never heard Gura speak so clearly during one of these sessions. She didn't move a muscle - she just held her cock in one hand, and her phone in the other. Time seemed to stand still, up until Amelia heard what sounded like Gura snoring again. And then the terror had passed.
"Talking in your sleep…?" Amelia chewed on her lower lip, thankful that the little shark hadn't well and truly woken up during her rape.
"Jeez Louise, you scared me, Gura…"
Without further ado, Amelia Watson pushed her cock right up against Gura's slick little entrance. She'd been here before. She was coming home, baby.
"Yeahh… that's it…"
Amelia groaned softly as she slid her thick and desperate cock deep into Gura's warm, snug, tiny pussy. It was no easy task. It took a bit of shifting, and a little force, but Amelia started working up a rhythmic pumping in no time at all. Back, and forth, and back, and forth… she pushed in and out with vigor, careful not to rouse the little shark too roughly, lest the drug work its way out of her system sooner. For now, Gawr Gura was going to stay submerged in slumber.
"Fuck," Amelia cursed, holding back a loud grunt, "you're so wet for me, Gura… you're so gross, ehehehe… I wonder if you ever think about this kind of thing?"
She knew she wouldn't get an answer. It was all for the camera - for herself. She kept one hand on Gura's pale ass, while her opposite hand held the phone tightly, careful not to let it go and miss a second of the action.
Note to self: use streamers' money for a tripod setup , she mused internally. Then perhaps she could start making video tapes, and…
"Ameee…~ nnh…~ please…~"
Gura whimpered in-between her snoring, her little face contorted into an expression that was half sleep, and half delight. Amelia gasped quietly at the sight, knowing full well that she was the reason why Gura was having the sweetest of dreams tonight.
"Sleep well, baby shark," Amelia teased, squeezing Gura's ass while she worked her cock in and out of the younger girl's welcoming pussy.
If only the others could see her now. If only Ina or Mori or even Kiara knew just how much of a depraved degenerate the detective really was inside. If only they knew the grotesquery she was capable of. The kind of monster she was, compared to the likes of them.
"Fuuuck… gonna cum too soon," Amelia whimpered. She had to hold herself back from spanking that cute bubble butt, lest she rouse Gura well past the point of no return.
A thrilling thought suddenly popped into Amelia's mind. She considered herself lucky that, out of all of Gura's devoted fans, only she had the privilege of tasting the great Gawr Gura's body. Only she held the knowledge of how it felt to be inside of her. How it felt to use and abuse her.
Amelia swallowed hard. Her eyes closed halfway, and she almost started drooling from the sweet euphoria that she was feeling at that moment. A euphoria that only she was keen to.
"Take it, you little whore," Amelia taunted, panting softly as her hips slapped against Gura's ass; as the whap whap whap of their one-sided love making filled the room around them, causing Bubba to perk his head up and watch with rapt amazement.
"You don't get a turn tonight," Amelia teased, winking at her own dog. Amusingly enough, it almost looked like he was frowning. "Oh shit…!"
Amelia gave a sharp thrust, causing a moan to slip from Gura's lips as she came. She could feel herself spurt, spurt, spurt, and fill the condom still wrapped neatly around her dick. Amelia gave weak thrusts at this point, pumping a hearty load of spunk into the barrier that, were it absent, would undoubtedly impregnate the little shark.
"Phew…" Amelia sighed with utter relief. "There's my shark… yeah, good girl~"
"Mmm~ Aaaame…~" Gura snored almost immediately after she had tightened up, mumbling dreamily into the carpet beneath her.
Amelia, snickering with amusement, flipped her cell phone around and threw up a peace sign, winking at the video's would-be audience.
"Thanks for watching my stream," she joked.
Now comes the annoying part. The cleanup…
"Mornin', Watson!"
Gura yawned, stretching her little arms up as she did so. "Sheeeeeesh! I slept great! I feel kinda funky though… I swear , there's something up with your couch!"
Like every night they spent together, Gawr Gura woke up on Amelia's couch feeling well-rested, but slightly pained from the night's events. She hadn't the slightest inkling what had transpired while she slept, but she knew that since she woke up on Amelia's couch each and every time, the detective must have moved her there at some point. Amelia was such a nice friend, Gura thought. And she considered herself lucky to have someone like her.
"Have any nice dreams?" Amelia asked, taking a knowing sip from her coffee mug, and watching as Gura suddenly went red in the face.
"Ah… nope! Can't remember, sorry," she lied.
"Aww, that's too bad." Amelia clicked her tongue. "Welp, what are you gonna do?" The blonde detective took another sip of coffee, before she noticed Gura fidget with some evident discomfort.
"Um… hey, Ame?" Gura asked, in a tone of voice as small as she was. The cameras weren't rolling. Gura could be less bubbly, and less excitable. She could be herself.
"Hmm?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, and Gura continued.
"I was thinking… uh… do you… I mean, aha," Gura swallowed hard, before clapping her hands together to psych herself up. "Er, I mean… Minecraft!"
Amelia blinked with surprise. "Minecraft?"
"M-Minecraft! We should, we should have another Minecraft stream!" If this were a cartoon, then this would be the point where Gawr Gura would be visibly sweating. "Right? We haven't played Minecraft in like, SO long! We should make a giant sky kingdom, and rule together! That sounds fun, right?" Gura pushed her pointer fingers together, blushing.
"Aww… it does sound cute, Gura. I think that sounds fun." Amelia Watson hummed thoughtfully. "I can be the king, and you can be my queen."
"Queen? Haha." Gura shrugged. "Or I can be the king."
"Or you can be my submissive little princess," Amelia dared to say.
"S-sub—!" Gura perked up, blushing with such an intensity that Amelia thought she looked sunburned. "HAHAHAHA, GOOD ONE WATSON! HAHAHA!" She slapped her knee, almost stumbling over in the process. "You're— you're a funny one, Watson! Bahaha… that's— I mean, I guess we'll— anyway, do you wanna play together tonight? Keep the party going?!"
"Yeah, Gura. Sure." Amelia Watson smiled, secretively. She could feel herself twitching with delight, and subconsciously pulled her skirt down lower. "I can't wait…~"