Total Drama Drabbles Chapter 11 – Pit Boy vs. the Moonchild
"You monster!" Amy began, yelling at Scott. He held his hands up defensively, dropping her window in the process with a smash.
"It's not what it looks like!"
"It looked like you were stealing my bathroom window!" she screamed. He tried to explain everything, but ended up slipping into the glass. "Serves you right!"
Scott groaned in pain, but knew it was what had to happen. He had recently made a deal with Izzy and Gwen over who could get the best lay, and Scot knew Amy would never be for it. This was just a temporary break up, after all. He just needed to decide who his victim would be.
Scott eyed his large list of names. Samey? No, Amy would probably have him publicly executed. Jo? No thank you, she'd probably ride him into oblivion. Avril Lavigne? He put a 'maybe' next to her name, and moved on. Dawn? Hmm...
"Whatcha doin'?" a girl asked over his shoulder. He jumped and dropped the notepad in the puddle near him, splashing water over his grimy clothes.
"Don't scare me like that! I thought you were Fang!"
"You thought I was a bi-pedal, man hunting shark?"
"It's a long story. Why are you so nosy?" he asked the girl. She smirked and picked the notepad up, eyeing it carefully.
"Yeah, this looks about right...why am I on the list?" Samey asked, eyeing the first name.
"It would be difficult knowing your sister, right?" he chuckled. She gave him a disgusted look, then shrugged with a nod.
"Who's Dawn? Wasn't she that thief you hated?" she asked.
"Yep. Total bitch, hated me for no reason. Honestly, she should've just gotten to know me!"
"She seems like a worthy candidate, right?"
"How do you know so much about-"
"You sap off our internet. You're not quiet about it, either."
"How will I do this?" Scott asked Samey, looking over her plan on the whiteboard.
"Easy. First, you intercept her route walking home. Start with some idle chatter and, if she doesn't run off, you're golden."
"If she doesn't? There's a chance she might?"
"Well, you are kinda scary. In your own way. N-no offense!" she replied defensively, pushing him outside.
"Why are you doing this? You hate your sister."
"Well, yeah, but I won't be able to blackmail her if you're gone!" Samey replied with a wide grin. She slammed the door shut and left Scott to his own devices.
Scott stood on the sidewalk in his usual get-up: pit-stained shirt and grimy pants. The true lady killer's set. He went to neaten up his hair when he eyed Dawn in the distance and hid away. Dawn was getting closer to his place in the bushes, and he was not about to let a little thing called 'fear' get in the way of a good lay.
"Hi-yeargh!" Scott screamed in agony as he was kicked in the knee.
"I'm so sor-Scott? My, what are you doing here?" she asked, giving him a helping hand. "In my defence, it was not wise to leap at me."
"Yeah, yeah. So, how's it hangin'?" he asked in a 'suave' way. She was taken aback by his sudden manly tone. It made her want to walk in the other direction as fast as she could (Read as: he was more creepy than manly).
"Fairly alright. I do believe that we are going to have a lot of rain in a minute, though." She answered.
"Rain? It's been dry for-" Scott was suddenly pelted by litres of rain water. He looked around for Dawn, and saw that she had already taken refuge under an umbrella. "That was fast. How'd you do that?"
"It's easy. You look at the clouds. If they are grey, it will rain soon."
"Man, papi was right. Science is too advanced." Scott sighed, wiping rain from his brow. (note: extremely ineffective in the rain). "You got another umbrella?"
"Unfortunately, yes..." Dawn sighed, relinquishing another umbrella from her bag.
"Unfortunately?"
"Yes, I am too kind to say no to anybody: even somebody as cruel as you." Dawn answered, walking the path ahead.
"Hey now, when was I cruel?" Scott asked, following behind her. She gave him a glare, which he couldn't see due to his umbrella snapping shut over his head.
"Wait, really?" Scott asked, leaping backwards. He landed in a puddle, but it didn't seem to phase him.
"Yes. I walk this distance each day...by choice, of course. It helps me hone my natural senses and become one with the earth." Dawn smiled to the sky. Well, the top of her umbrella.
"Man. If I had to walk this distance every day it'd take me light years."
"Actually, light years are measurements of distance, not-" Dawn saw the confused look in Scott's eyes. "Never mind. How and why did you find me, if I may ask?"
"What do you mean?"
"You don't live around here. If I recall, you live a couple of cities away, at the least."
"Honestly, I wanted to say I was sorry." Scott replied. She looked at him, and Scott knew that she knew he was lying.
"What are your true intentions? Your aura is sending some harsh messages."
"Well-"
"Y-you aren't!" she gasped suddenly, taking a few steps back. Scott realised that he had thought some suggestive things, which must have changed his 'aura-thingy'. She suddenly ran off in the other direction.
"Crap on a grool sandwich!" he yelled, chasing after her. She was fast for her small stature, and Scott was actually fairly unfit. He turned a corner just in time to see her run into a pole. Hard.
"Ugh..." she moaned, feeling a cold being taken from her forehead. She opened her eyes and saw Scott laying over her, holding a frozen bottle of water.
"That was a nasty smack. Almost split your head. It was gnarly." Scott chuckled, dabbing a wet towel on her head. She looked around and saw that they were in a near empty supply shed.
"W-why are you doing this? You wished to take advantage of me; my being unconscious was your best chance." Dawn said, albeit weakly. She held her head in pain, and Scott moved her arm to dab the towel again. She saw that it was a deep red and looked suspiciously like the towel she was carrying in her bag.
"You've got it all wrong! I didn't wanna take advantage of you! Just-"
"Commit to lewd behaviour. Why? What do you get from this?" she asked, taking the towel from his hands and trying to stand up, staining her sleeves on the dirty ground.
"Truth is, I have a bet to win. The hardest lay gives the most points if the creativity or style factors lack."
"The...what? I have a feeling that even if I wasn't leaking greymatter that would've made no sense."
"It's a long and hard story. Heh, long and hard." He chuckled. She rolled her eyes, but it hurt.
"...what've I got to lose except dignity, I guess. If this happens, you must promise not to tell anybody outside of the bet."
"Woah, seriously? I thought that'd take a lot more talking."
"Don't act so proud, it was probably the concussion talking..."
Scott noted that Dawn wasn't a bad looker. In fact, she was rather pretty, sans the shoddy job at a bandaged head. Dawn lay near Scott and planted a kiss on his lips. He stuck his tongue as far back into her mouth as he could, making her almost gag on it.
"Yeah, now we're talkin'!" he cheered, kissing her deep again and pulling her very close. She began quickly getting into it as their tongues moves sensually around each other. Dawn felt a striking pain in her head, which made her retreat in pain, but Scott mistook this as an invitation. He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and lifted it slowly over her head, revealing her mid-sized breasts in a plain white bra.
"Scott like-y." Scott moaned as he unzipped his jeans, letting his cock loose. Dawn was shocked by his size, but couldn't make mention of it before she was forced down onto it. Dawn could barely cough as she was swallowing Scott's rod, but she couldn't say she hated it. She wrapped her tongue around it as much as she could before Scott let her head loose.
"Please, a bit of warning next ti-" Dawn was cut off when Scott again shoved her head into his crotch. Dawn was not disliking the somewhat familiar sensation of sucking sausage. She moved her tongue around his cock in circles, making him buck every few seconds. She couldn't give him a proper blowjob, which suited him just fine. Her throat around his head was a good enough massage.
"Oh yeah, this is fucking great!" he yelled, pulling her head back and forth. He was met with heavy resistance from a Dawn who was out of breath, but he kept going. It didn't take Dawn long to realise that this was his fuck, not hers. If she wanted breath, she had to wait.
Scott was groaning and bucking his hips in and out of her mouth when he suddenly bucked too far, making Dawn cough on his cock. He cheered loudly before he pulled out, spraying all over her innocent face.
"Scott, please don-" she was again cut off as his spunk shot her in the eye. She was about to reel in pain when he released his last few shots down straight into her mouth. She coughed and spluttered, falling to the floor. Scott jacked his dick to let the last few shots into onto her face, but most of it fell onto the floor. "Don't be so rough, please..."
Scott ignored her as she stood up. She followed and leaned back against the wall nearby, spreading her legs quickly. She had soaked through her purple panties, which Scott noted was a huge turn on, and began to moan.
"Come on, Scott. You know you want to." She said sensually, almost whispering. Scott smiled and crawled over to her, placing his face underneath her skirt. He gave the outside of her panties long lick, making her collapse against the wall. She shivered onto his face, making him hold her thighs apart and give her another lick.
She was only being held by his arm now, losing control of her muscles after the third or fourth lick, which is when he decided to move her panties to the side and insert his finger. She almost screamed, the only silencer being her own hand over her mouth. She began kneading her breast through her bra in rhythm with his fingering, but that failed quickly. He inserted a second finger soon afterwards and had no rhythm to it.
Dawn was pinching her nipples and pulling them, creating a mere distraction from the harsh fingering she was receiving, but it was quickly over as he started to lick her clit. He pushed his fingers deep whenever he licked a certain way, but it was hard to support Dawn with one arm anymore. As soon as he removed his fingers and used both arms to support her, he put his face deep into her crotch.
He began inserting his tongue wildly, learning a few things from his relationships, and almost straight away she came hard. She pushed her thighs together tightly, locking his head in place as she let loose into his mouth. When she was done, her body slumped to the floor in glee, and Scott licked his lips clean.
Almost too soon, Scott pulled Dawn from the wall and onto her stomach. He leaned forward and kissed the cheek that wasn't pushed against the floor as he thrust inwards. It didn't dawn on him (haha pun) what he'd just done until it was too late. He had just went balls deep into Dawn's ass with no lube. He rubbed his dick a few times beforehand, sure, but there was no was it was possible.
Ignoring the pain Dawn must have been feeling, he began moving slowly in and out, making her moan in pain every second or two. She hadn't done anal before; in fact her only vaginal was herself for her nature rituals. She knew anal would hurt, but she didn't realise that it would this much. She could only cry from one eye, the other being forced shut by come, but it didn't help.
Scott was getting quickly more fierce, and Dawn noticed as she felt herself get wet again. She was starting to enjoy it, but not much, as she began fingering herself. Scott hadn't noticed as he forced himself deep again, feeling her tight ass constrict. He was moaning in happiness with each thrust, and watching her ass do a small jiggle each time. He slapped her ass, leaving a red hand mark as a way of saying he'd hold back no longer. He didn't go slowly anymore, going as fast and hard as he could.
Dawn could feel his dick really far into her, making her think that his dick must have been above average. Her fingering was numbing the pain a lot and she found herself screaming in delight. Scott would've held his ears if not for another slap coming up, and he felt himself nearing his end. Dawn felt this too, and grabbed his dick with her free hand. She squeezed it as tight as she could to stop him from coming, but it was too late.
Scott felt himself release deep inside Dawn's ass. Her eyes rolled up into her head as a slutty grin crossed her face. She didn't feel any come squirt out, meaning that it was all still inside her ass, which made her feel strange. Scott had barely finished when he collapsed on top of her, his dick still in her ass. She felt a striking pain in her head, probably from the ecstasy, but couldn't move Scott. Dawn was pinned to the floor, a dick in her ass and a painful forehead.
Author's Notes: Wow, another longest chapter yet! Woo! I didn't have much fun writing this chapter, though. I hate this pairing with all my heart. I've noticed that Samey and Dawn seem to be the new fan favourites, and I'm okay with that. They're two of my favourites as well, so expect to see a lot of them. Maybe together sometime. Anyways, here's the next hint (was mean to be the Halloween chapter): Ella happens to find a haunted house, but quickly goes crazy when it turns into an undead party.