Pocket Change: The Lives and Times of Compensation Trainers

by Mad Holy

Compensation Trainers, a title given to young adventurers looking to make money by selling their bodies. This ethically questionable service has come to define the society these trainers inhabit, and as such they understand it not as an exploitative institution, but as an honorary rite of passage; a means of maturing on their pathway to greatness.

2. The Odyssey

The themes and fetishes explored in this chapter are extreme. Please take proper precautions before reading!

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Liko merrily skipped down a love hotel hallway spinning a bright yellow key card around her finger. She had a busy day ahead of her, already having visited her beloved Mollie for her all important gynecology exam only to say her mournful goodbye in the heat of their passionate lovemaking. Despite her brief shower, the after smell of sex tended to stick so she spritzed herself with a little bit of Lavender Town perfume before checking in on the Compensation App for her upcoming appointment.

The process for Compensation Trainers was simple and intuitive. Young trainers downloaded the Compensation App on their Pokénavs and set up profiles with their names, measurements, pictures, and pricing rates. Upon completion, trainers submitted their profiles along with required medical documentation to the app's health and safety board to become a verified user. They were then required to renew their verification status week by week to ensure cleanliness, a procedure streamlined by connecting their accounts to their medical practitioner's database for quick and consistent status updates. Registered buyers then got to browse their selection of Compensation Trainers and send meeting requests to the ones they like. These invitations offered links to the user's profile so trainers could properly screen clients, their offered monetary expenses for services, time arrangements (organized in accordance to the trainer's available hours as listed on their schedules), meeting locations (usually love hotels whose room reservations must also be paid for by the client), and details about the desired services to be performed during the appointment. Most of the time users simply requested a handful of standard sexual services, things such as penetrative sex of the vagina or anus, oral sex, or, for female trainers, titjobs. Occasionally, more exotic services were requested like armpit sex, feet worship, Poképhilia (the Pokémon in question must always be disclosed ahead of time in the request form!), impregnation (the pay for this one is exorbitant), multiple partners (the number of clients to be listed in their exactitude on each form), among many others. With this system, Compensation Trainers safely filter out the requests that they are uncomfortable with, though oftentimes they add lists of dos and don'ts to their profiles so clients can pick and choose appropriately beforehand.

Liko did not have any don'ts on her profile. The girl, for better or for worse, was open to just about everything, and the weirder the play she engaged in, the more odd the requests she accepted. Some of those requests, encouraged both by dubious clients with less than pure intentions and, sometimes, by overly horny trainers lost in the heat of the moment, would shoe in a few illicit activities to their sessions that were strictly off the books. Liko had yet to say no to a single one of those requests and the result was steady business and an exponentially inflated libido.

She came upon the requested hotel room, 369, and swiped her card in the door's electronic scanner to prompt a green light to beep above the handle. She loved that sound. It operated like Pavlov on her brain, prepping her body for the promises soon to come. This particular arrangement had been expensive, requested by two adult male clients for one hour's time with the added expense of a second Compensation Trainer. Most requests were one on one encounters, but sometimes Liko got lucky. The arithmetic was simple: more people equals more pleasure. Perhaps she could add discounts for every participant after the first one to incentivize more paid orgies. Was Liko a marketing genius? She certainly thought so.

"Ah! Rosa!"

Liko's friend and fellow Compensation Trainer, Rosa, laid atop the red, heart shaped master bed. She read a popular magazine, Trainer's Digest, an article about proper methods for shaving pubic hair, her feet kicked up in the air behind her and her head resting in one hand. Upon seeing her friend, Rosa shot up, hopping off the bed with her arms spread wide. "Liko!"

The two hugged, giddy as girls could be, practically jumping into each other's embrace. Liko bumped their foreheads together. "The request form said two trainers, but I had no idea it would be you! You look so cute!"

Rosa donned her usual garb: a white T-shirt with blue half sleeves and a Pokéball print; poofy yellow shorts to match the primary palette of her top; and thin black leggings that prompted the entire world's ogling gaze. Her long, chestnut hair was rolled on either side into ovular buns that draped in two curtain-like tresses down to her waist. Her visor, one of the trademarks of her brand, was noticeably absent. It was always the first thing to go when the sex started, so she tended to leave it on top of her bedroom dresser any time she went out for compensation work.

Rosa scanned Liko's vibe, clicking her tongue approvingly. "Please, look at yourself! Your skin is so pretty!" As if to prove her point, she rubbed along Liko's arms. "Has Mollie been hooking you up with the good stuff? Tell me your secret."

"Yep," she giggled. "Mollie gave me this wonderful skin conditioner made from Clamperl extract. I'll ask her to get you some."

The older trainer smirked. "Speaking of which, you just came from your gynecology appointment, right? How'd that go?"

"Oh, you just know how romantic Mollie is," Liko mock moaned. "Can't keep her hands off me. We went down like two Buneary."

"So I take it you're nice and healthy?" Rosa laughed.

"Yep! Cute, sexy, and disease free! And guess what else." Liko seized both of her friend's breasts in her hands. They were obscenely large, almost disproportionally so when compared to the rest of Rosa's slender physique. "Soon I'm gonna have awesome jugs like yours. Mollie prescribed me titty pills for the first time today!"

"They have a name, you know," Rosa moaned. One of the side effects of taking supplemental pills was an increased sensitivity in nerve endings on the breasts.

Liko dipped her head down to Rosa's chest, shamelessly bouncing them in her palms. "But they make your boobs bigger, so why not just call them titty pills?"

"You're funny, Liko." Rosa pressed her groin to her friend's, both of their pelvises butting against one another. Her breaths grew slightly ragged as her nipples hardened beneath her T-shirt. "You know, our appointment doesn't start for another fifteen minutes."

Liko's grin could not have been skeevier. Her hands dipped underneath the hem of Rosa's shirt, fingers inching up the mass of her smooth tummy until they possessed those bare, buxom breasts. Another quality of Rosa's work attire was that she rarely wore bras on the job. Her clients' request. "I'm sure they won't mind us getting a head start," Liko teased. "Don't you agree?"

"Ab-so-lutely." Their lips barely connected as they kissed, their tongues flailing indiscriminately at one another's faces upon contact. Rosa's hands moved down Liko's back, squeezing her ass in one while the other untucked her T-shirt. They awkwardly scuttled backwards as they made out, legs pretzeled, each taking turns shifting their weight onto one another in some effort to move to the bed. When Rosa's leg brushed against the comforter, she let herself fall over it and onto her back, her shoulder inches away from a magazine centerfold of Cynthia's legs spread at an obtuse angle. Liko laid on top of her, pulling Rosa's shirt up over her breasts until their swell spilled out, either one falling sideways from their sheer heft and pinching between her armpits. Liko purred as she massaged those heavenly globes. "They're bigger than my hands," she said.

Rosa hummed in pleasure. "They're bigger than our heads."

Liko flicked her tongue over the right nipple, smiling as Rosa's body stiffened. "I can't wait until I'm as beautiful as you."

"Haaah!" She pushed Liko's head against her tit. "Liko! Please! Don't stop!"

Liko flicked her tongue once again. "Your wish is my command." She took the entirety of Rosa's nipple into her mouth, sucking on it willfully, her tongue lavishing its pink majesty. She kneaded Rosa's other breast with her fingers, twisting its nipple gently like a radio dial with an occasional pinch thrown in to keep Rosa on her toes. The older trainer curved her legs, pigeon toeing, the balls of her feet bent against the floor. She felt a growing surge in her groin, one just begging to be itched, yet she resisted the urge. Cumming from vaginal stimulation was great and all, but edging herself with her breasts was its own reward.

Liko watched her friend writhe above her, Rosa's face open and airy as her hands clenched the bedspread with wrought might. She imagined that was how she herself looked during sex: alive, sensual, but, most of all, immodestly slutty. Liko loved watching other girls her age during orgies. She often masturbated with a mirror at home. Her understanding of herself, her desires, her libido, and her role in the world came from watching girls similar to her fuck and be fucked. When other girls were moaning, riding out the totalizing pleasures of intercourse, she felt closer to life, like she was a part of some larger cosmology; like she knew her exact place and belonging in all of society's clutter. Those girls acted out all of her ideals, her dreams of being attractive and enviable. She was practically honor bound to do the same lest another cute girl needed someone to project onto. It was an unspoken sisterhood, a social contract necessary to give each other the confidence they so desperately needed.

Liko grabbed ahold of both of Rosa's titties and pressed them together, drawing each nipple into her mouth with a rough suck. Rosa's feet kicked, her knees bending and articulating asynchronously as the heat accumulated in her crotch. She coached herself internally. Just a little bit more. Hold on for just a little bit longer, Rosa. Almost. It's—not yet! Wait! Don't cum yet! Not yet! Don't let go, Rosa!

"Haaaaaaaah!" She moaned. It wasn't always clear what came first, her pussy or her breasts. The pills, after a year of weekly use, produced large amounts of the prolactin hormone to induce breast milk, though only in small increments following intense stimulation of the nipples. Nobody had ever taught Rosa that lactation was primarily meant for feeding babies. For her, it was simply an adult woman's way of orgasming with her breasts, a purely fetishistic function of her biology. And she loved every part of it, feeling its ejection coincide with her quim in a full bodied orgasm. Liko was surprised to taste the milk on her tongue, but she gratefully swallowed it down. Looking up at Rosa, she wondered whether she, too, would one day be capable of cumming purely from having her breasts stimulated. It's not as though her tits didn't feel good as they were, but seeing Rosa cumming from something that Liko's own body was incapable of reacting to as strongly made Rosa's pleasure feel that much more exotic.

Rosa panted as she calmed down from her orgasm. She, at last, dipped her hand down between her legs and sighed at the sorry dampness in her crotch. "I probably should've taken my leggings off before we did that."

"Why? Isn't it kinkier this way?" Liko asked, climbing off the side of the bed and tugging the older trainer's shorts down her slender legs.

"I suppose," Rosa said. "But now I'll have to wash them again."

Liko sniffed Rosa's crotch, humming in approval. "Smells yummy." She began rubbing the damp spots, Rosa's vulva outlined within the fabric.

"Want to sixty-nine? We can lick each other until our clients arrive."

Stars replaced Liko's irises. "Yes! Absolutely! Let's do that!"

Liko stripped, all her clothes discarded into a hamper set outside the bathroom door. Rosa similarly removed whatever articles she had left and the two laid adjacent to one another on the bed, their heads buried between their thighs, hands holding their bodies still by their asses. The sounds of hitching moans, airy breaths, and wet lapping harmonized with the wall clock above the entryway, time measured in physical paces. Right as the small hand struck one o'clock, two men in their early thirties opened the hotel room door and were welcomed by the sight of their youthful escorts wondrously pre-engaged. "Oh my, would you look at that, Pear."

Rosa peered over Liko's leg, a beard of translucent quim on her chin. "Ah! Nice to meet you two! Mhhm!" She nudged Liko in the tummy to get her to stop licking. Liko then turned her head to see their clients, her cute butt flashing them. "Welcome! It's nice to meet you!"

"Likewise," said one of the men, nodding. "My name is Pear. I'm the one who arranged this appointment." He hung his coat on the door's hanger and gestured to his associate. "This is my husband, Wallace."

"How do you do?" Wallace said. The two men stood at about equal height with relatively shapely physiques. No overt musculature, but slim enough that it was evident they exercised with some regularity. Both had short hair, though Wallace's was a curly red while Pear's was straight and brown. Their matching wedding rings reflected the room's lights off their silver.

Rosa sat up straight. "Ehh? I've never been booked by two married men before!"

"Does this mean we get to see you two have sex?" Liko beamed.

Pear chuckled. "Does that sort of thing excite you two?"

Wallace set his shoes facing the door. "Can't blame them too much. You girls probably deal with old cis men most of the time, right?"

"Yeah," Rosa said. "We sometimes get older women, but usually it's old guys wanting to bang us."

Liko rested her chin on Rosa's shoulder. "They make us girls kiss and fuck all the time, but they won't stick their dicks anywhere near each other."

"Hmm," Pear set his satchel next to their shoes. "I suppose I wasn't much different when I was a Compensation Trainer. It was mostly older men and women, so seeing two girls was pretty exciting."

Rosa stood from the bed, her legs slightly wobbly from hers and Liko's prior engagement. "So you were Compensation Trainers, too?"

Wallace nodded. "Yes, when we were boys. That's how we met." Rosa caressed the man's face, her fingers bristling against his freshly shaven stubble, and gave him a kiss. Their heights were nearly a foot apart, so even when standing on the balls of her feet Rosa could hardly reach his lips. She repeated this maneuver with Pear, though he was kind enough to lower his head to meet Rosa's lips. "I'm Rosa," she said, holding either of their cheeks. "I said it before, but it's nice to meet you two."

Liko nudged her body against Rosa's, holding the busty girl by her soft, succulent tummy, presenting their clients with an image of two pale skinned angels fresh for their taking. "And I'm Liko. Thank you for having us."

Pear grinned, thumbing Liko's lower lip. "The pleasure is all ours." He kissed the younger girl, drawing out her tongue. The flavor of Rosa's cum tingled his taste buds. Wallace then took his turn, smooching Liko fervently. The men's hands subsequently began their exploration of the girls' bodies, enjoying the texture of their sides, the shapes of their asses, and the plume of their breasts. Rosa and Pear added their lips to the flurry, the four of them sharing spit, a free for all of tongues.

In the midst of their kissing, Liko and Rosa shared a glance, their signal to spring into action. They both lowered themselves, hands trailing down their torsos until they arrived at their belts, unshackling them from their buckles to free their pants. Wallace brushed Liko's hair, the two men holding each other steady by their waists. "You girls work fast, don't you?"

Liko rubbed the bulge growing in his boxers. "We've been eagerly waiting for this." As if proving her point, the man's erect cock sprung from its confinement, Liko brushing against it with her cheek. "Seems like you have as well." She planted a teasing kiss on its shaft, tickling the adjacent side with her fingers. It trembled under her touch, a dollop of precum oozing from its bright, pink tip. This was Liko's go-ahead to situate her tongue against the frenulum, slowly, agonizingly dragging it over top until she tasted his ejaculate, and gulped it down along with the rest of his cock.

Rosa, likewise, sucked on Pear's tip while stroking the shaft with her tiny fingers. She liked to treat her clients delicately as opposed to Liko's raw deepthroating, but her dual assault was every bit as effective. It gave her client the right-away. They could either force her head up the length of their cocks, the domineering contingent, or they could let her continue, leading into her next technique. Pear let her continue, so Rosa gave his cock a nice twice over, sliding it in and out of her mouth to lube it up before raising her back high enough for her breasts to envelope it. Rosa always angled her breasts diagonally so that her client's cock could poke out of the top. Conventional wisdom dictates a complete titty wrap around the cock, but Rosa was as good at foreshadowing as she was at multitasking. She pressed her elbows into the sides of her breasts, adding pressure on Pear's cock, but also allowing herself to hold everything exactly where she needed to for her lips to return to that pretty pink head.

Pear's head tilted back, his mouth ajar as he breathed in pleasure. Wallace turned him by his chin, the two men gazing at one another. "To thirteen years."

"Wallace," Pear moaned. They joined their lips, holding one another's heads in their hands. Liko and Rosa had to slow down their oral ministrations just to gawk, their inner fujoshi making them wetter than they already were. Husbands who hire young girls for sex together, Liko thought. I need to get them addicted to me. Rosa's thoughts were somewhat more unhinged. With hearts in her eyes, she imagined a fantasy scenario in which these two handsome lovers legally adopted her as their sole daughter and wet nurse who they would then sandwich between their burly, hairy dad bods as they fucked her silly until sunrise every night. Fuck, she thought. I really, really need to get them addicted to me.

Wallace's cock began to tremble in Liko's mouth, so the girl coiled her tongue around the underside, the pink organ gliding up and over the man's shaft with zeal, and bucked her head with repeated volleys. He had to bend his knees, the reflex of orgasm willing his muscles to contract. He grabbed Liko's head, pushing it against his groin until her lips kissed his balls. She gagged, muffled gargling underscoring Wallace's pleasured groan as cum bubbled out of her mouth.

Beside them, Pear delicately brushed Rosa's hair, watching with awe as his tip disappeared and reappeared into the girl's mouth. She stared back up at him, an almost innocent, submissive gaze that conflicted heavily with her lewd maneuvers. She had mastered her act and turned every part of her performance into an art in which she was the glitter-eyed star, the apple of her client's week, a natural born beauty whose body seemed to captivate the imagination from every angle. So smooth was her technique that the client hardly processed the finer details, the entire experience of her lovely visage and oral excellence blending into a totalizing sensation. They hardly noticed how she buoyed her breasts to different pressures to better stimulate the shaft, how she grazed the cap of each cock with her teeth ever so subtly when she retracted, or how she perfectly flicked her tongue up from the frenulum to the urethra and back on every dive. No penis could withstand Rosa's mouth for long, and Pear was no exception, cumming on the girl's excited face, a nice, diagonal load strewn from eye to chin, some rouge splatters painted every which way, a few dying her hair with white streaks.

The two girls unsheathed those cocks from their mouths, taking a moment to gather their breaths before turning to one another. Liko was still swirling semen around in her mouth, two white tinted streams of drool running down either end of her lips while Rosa dabbed her tongue on the spots that dripped near her lips. They gave the two men knowing glances, perverted smirks spread across their faces before those cheeky pink lips pressed into one another, their tongues dancing, trading their spoils. Liko's nose swept up some of the cum slashed across Rosa's cheek while Rosa's chin became dirty with Liko's saliva, excess fluids of indistinguishable compound falling onto the brunette's breasts. It only took a minute of watching the girls kiss for Wallace and Pear's cocks to stand back up, and when they did Liko and Rosa returned their attention to what mattered, multiple strings of spit and cum connecting their lips, noses, and chins as they separated. "Oh my," Rosa said, her soft, teasing voice like honey. "Our boys are still excited for us, Liko."

Liko caressed Wallace's cock, the leftover fluids dirtying her hand. "What naughty cocks. I suppose we'll have to service them with our bodies this time. What do you say, boys?"

Wallace raised Liko up by her underarms, rubbing her slim body, his thumbs circling around her nipples. "You'll be my partner today, alright missy?"

Liko stood on the balls of her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes, Mister. Liko is all yours." Her breath smelled like cum. She had already brushed her teeth twice that day, yet nothing masked the rich stench of semen. Wallace accepted that stench, hints of his husband's smell mixed on her breath, and pulled the girl into another kiss.

Rosa pulled Pear's pants and drawers down his legs, then left one last loving peck on his pecker before taking him by the hand. "Follow me, my love." He hardly needed to be told. Anyone would follow such a cute, swaying butt no matter the circumstances. Upon arrival, the man shed his sweater, tossing it unknowingly onto Rosa's dirty tights. Finally, Rosa could admire his physique, his toned chest, covered in hair, yet sculpted nicely. She traced her hand along his musculature, humming in approval as she felt his abs, unseen yet apparent to the touch, and the handsome curvature of his hips, behind which wonderfully poised buttocks just begged for her attention. Her pussy was beginning to itch. She was surrounded by cute girls and sexy men during all parts of her day, left to squirm around frail fingers and hard cocks until she was a gushing mess. Oh how blessed she felt to be bisexual in this economy. "What would you like to do first, Mister?"

The man held her by the shoulders, pressing her body against his. "Call me Daddy."

Rosa could not possibly stifle her moan. "Yes, Daddy."

One of his hands moved to Rosa's breast, squeezing it. "I have very specific fetishes for buxom girls like you. I hope you don't mind a bit of role play."

"I'll do anything for you, Daddy." Rosa's face was flushed, less from embarrassment than from desire.

"You call me Daddy, and I call you Mommy. How does that sound?"

"Haah." Quim was trailing down her thigh. "That makes Mommy very, very happy."

"Good." Pear swept the girl off her feet and plopped her breast into his mouth. Unlike with Liko earlier, his sucking was fierce, tugging on her nipples and pervertedly groaning as though quenching a primal thirst. It was rough play, but Rosa moaned all the same, her clit butting against his stalwart erection. Her milk, which had been nicely prepared by Liko's foreplay, gushed, still only in meager quantities, but to the delight of Pear, whose giddy for Rosa seemed to grow. "Oh, Mommy, you sultry lush."

"Daddy needs his milk," Rosa said, holding his head. She wanted to cum so badly. "Please, use Mommy's sultry breasts. Drink as much as Daddy likes."

The man could no longer resist. He tossed Rosa onto the bed, spreading her legs to see the mess of anticipation brewing around her pussy. Whatever delicateness he had treated her with before was gone. He had entered into a realm of pure fetishistic wish fulfillment as his cock burrowed deep into Rosa's cunt, its veined girth tensing with fatigue. Rosa, too, became incapable of maintaining her polite facade, her face morphing into one of reckless thrill, a deep moan emanating from her slutty throat. "Daddy!" She cried. She had been edged for far too long. "Fuck me harder, Daddy! Knock Mommy up!"

"Mommy! Mommy! Oh god, Mommy!" Pear pinched either side of Rosa's face to forcefully purse her lips, then collapsed his open maw into hers isometrically, their lips hardly meshing. Tongues hung loose. They would miss and kiss their chins and cheeks. They groaned down each other's throats, slapping against one another like animals. The cacophony caught Liko's attention, the girl licking her lips at the sight of Pear's body overpowering Rosa's. "Wow," she muttered, slightly envious. "That's really hot."

"My husband has some unique fetishes. He's so reserved during the day, but at night he comes alive. Also," Wallace held Liko by her back, the girl's legs wrapped around his waist while her arms were hugging his neck. "Feel stable where you are?"

"Yessir!" She said, her pussy brushing against the tip of the man's penis. "Now, why don't you put that burly cock of yours into Liko's womb?" Part of Liko's marketing was saying her name in the third person. Some man who wore a Duskull mask once requested that she do it while they masturbated to each other's dirty talk, and the habit stuck. Thus far it netted a whopping 93% satisfactory rate!

Wallace nodded. "Okay, let's let gravity treat us then, shall we?" He relaxed his hold on Liko, the girl sliding through his arms and onto his cock. She usually never fucked in these sorts of standing positions unless the person standing was a Pokémon with enough muscle to bend steel, but by some luck this thirty-ish stud muffin actually had the wherewithal to raw dog her in the middle of the room. He didn't even need to lean against the wall for support. He simply bent his knees, kept his back straight, and let Liko's weight do all the proverbial heavy lifting. "How's this feel?" He asked, smirking as though he already knew the answer. Granted, Liko's euphoric, half lidded face gave it away.

Liko's toes were already curling in pleasure. "G-good! Fuck! So good! Haah!" It really did feel good. Gravity yielded no foreplay. It shuttled whatever it offered right to the base.

"You're an honest girl, huh?" He said, bucking his hips. "You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger."

Liko bounced on the man's cock, only half paying attention. "Yeah! Yeah! Right! Haaah!!!"

He groped Liko's ass. "This used to be my favorite position. Feeling the strength of someone so much larger than me, completely at the mercy of their grasp—it made me crazy." He kissed his younger partner, or rather the outstretched tongue she shamelessly let hang. "I'd get completely drunk on cock. It didn't matter what kind. Human or Pokémon. I just wanted to bury myself in their muscles, feel myself shrink under their height." He let out a boyish groan. "I wish I could be your size again."

Liko gushed. The sensation she craved for every day, the bliss that only her youthful body could afford, was the difference she felt when underneath a client—a significantly older client who towered over her, made it clear that she was small, vulnerable, fragile, and who, when laying overtop her, she could only see the jut of their collarbones, their angular anatomy against her soft tissue, resigning her to her fate, a fate that she never truly believed was hers to begin with. She saw with her forehead pressed against Wallace's chest the sprawl of hair obscuring his physique, those square breasts, and she thought of her engagement with Mollie and her womanly breasts, round and beautiful, and Rosa's, so voluptuous and overflowing, and then her own lack. Instinct told her to kiss the man's nipple, so she did, licking it, rubbing her cheek drearily against his chest. Chests made sense to her. No matter where she went, chests would always give her somewhere to hide.

Wallace groaned. "You're pretty kinky yourself, girlie." He kissed the top of her head. Liko glanced up to him, admiring the older man's features, the slight dark spots under his eyes, his moisturized skin, his chiseled cheekbones and rectangular jaw, the openness of his eyes. Hers were narrowed, forced so by the pleasure, and blurry from their water. She kissed him back, then kept kissing him, her moans growing sweeter. "More," she breathed. "More." Wallace complied. He ceased performing quick, steady thrusts and transitioned to hard, lengthy articulations, the sounds of their sexes conjoining becoming more and more pronounced. Liko broke away from her kissing, drunk off of lust, and leaned her head back, allowing her weight to fall further and further backwards, her arms flinging in the air until they planked on the floor. The tresses of her hair hit the carpet, her entire body hanging nearly upside down. She smiled something sinister, the rush of adrenaline whiplashing in her brain until her muscles began to contract and her toes once again curled. She squirt onto Wallace's groin, droplets of quim set in his bush. As his semen poured downwards into her pussy, she felt it move like sand in an hourglass alongside the blood rushing to her head, flushing her cheeks and ears in reddish heat, the gravitational compound, full bodied and intense as she moaned from pure, vectorial orgasm, watching upside down as Pear mating pressed his baby Mommy into the pillows.

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"Mhh! Haah! Pear! More!" Wallace laid on all fours, his face pressed into Rosa's snatch. Pear was reaming him from behind, holding no punches as he barreled his cock into his husband's anus. Rosa got front row seats plus the privilege of being eaten out by her dream sugar daddy. Her heart could hardly take it, the sheer beauty of such bestial yet loving homoeroticism unfolding before her very eyes, all while she got to play an active role in the fantasy.

Liko laid beside her friend, legs spread, Rosa rubbing her clit. She paid back in kind, making sure not to accidentally scratch Wallace's forehead with her nails. She wasn't quite as thrilled by the gay sex unfolding before her as Rosa was, but she was nonetheless wet and enthralled. Her eyes couldn't find a place to settle, every single subject in front of her offering something incredible. No matter where she gazed, be it at Rosa's buxom, body, her pussy being eaten by a handsome face, that handsome man's cock swinging underneath his open legs, or his equally delicious husband's groin slapping powerfully against his ass, she always felt like she was missing something important. She wished she could detach herself, view their mating and all of its excess from a wider vantage point, but, then again, if she could see herself like she would in a video recording then it wouldn't be the same thing as being apart of this convoluted quartet, feeling, in real time, the reactions of each of its participants, their impromptu desires and decisions building off of all that came before, their aching need for tactility, was the true phenomenological pleasure of sex. The overwhelming hyperreality of participation, knowing that her dilated pupils could only absorb so much information. All of the things that she missed would just make her memory of the scene that much more potent as all of those gaps she wished to fill would allow for all manner of projection, imagination, and creativity to suit her needs.

Pear reared his hips a few more times, his upturned chin and sigh signaling his orgasm. Wallace moaned into Rosa's pussy, his own cock bursting with cum, undoubtedly spurred on by his now inflamed prostate. The two men basked in one another, Pear leaning his body over his husband's so that he could pepper kisses down his back, whispering I love you, I love you. The scene was so intimate that Liko almost felt uncomfortable paying witness, but Rosa shamelessly gawked, her fangirl instincts nearly willing her to another climax. She had always been quick to cum, a trait most of her clients found attractive, but she was setting new records for herself. As Pear and Wallace sat themselves up on their knees, each catching their breaths whilst cradling one another, Rosa's body moved on its own, walking on her knees to those delicious hunks and funneling either of their fluid coated cocks in her hands. "We have another ten minutes. Why don't both of you sexy beasts fuck me until my legs give out?"

Pear and Wallace voiced their agreement in dirty language, touching Rosa in her most beautiful places, kissing her face and neck as she stroked their cocks, piling their tongues into her soupy maw. Liko watched from behind. She felt distant. Rosa was in her own world, thriving in the present, completely certain of where she was and certain that she wanted to be there. She looked so complete standing there, her girlhood, trembling and wet, reacting and craving Pear and Wallace's manhoods, jerking them intently with an unflinching want. Meanwhile, Liko was questioning her place at irrational intervals, remembering Mollie at inopportune times. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted, who she wanted, or why she wanted it, but she found Rosa unfathomably gorgeous in that moment. Her eyes glazed over that silky body, an oasis of clarity amidst the hairy arms molesting its contours, and settled on her doughy buttocks, on the quim that fragmented in the folds of its lower cheeks, the majesty of its teardrop shape. Her body was lyrical, so comfortable where it stood, pumping two cocks, taking everything it desired, letting those masculine hands have her everything. Liko's body willed itself to her, crawling until her face was pressed against that luscious ass. She kissed the right cheek, molding it in her tiny hand, then hiked her lips steadily up her tailbone, trailing her tongue up her spine, around her slender shoulders, her nose brushing against Pear's, until she held the girl's body in her arms. She didn't understand why she did what she did next, or when it occurred to her to do such a thing, but Liko began humping Rosa's ass. She rubbed her groin and her clit, against those soft buttocks, thrusting against them as though trying to penetrate her. She didn't derive much pleasure from the act, yet she felt it was what she wanted, what she needed.

Rosa blushed. Three pairs of lips and tongues sought to own her, share her, and devour her. Six hands rubbed her body, squeezed her breasts, fingered her pussy, worshiped her tummy, caressed her face, held her in their grips. Rosa felt it all. The passion. The desire. The lust. She felt herself lose dimension, liquify between the bodies vying for her soul. She felt that ultimate danger, the horniness that seeped beyond her body and into the subconscious telling her to give it all away, name and all, so she could swim in this mellow of lust for the rest of her life, to exist within the liminality of flesh and fantasy as some formless mass of eroticism. She came around Wallace's fingers. Pear sucked on her upper lip. Liko licked inside her ear. And she squirted volleys around Wallace's fingers, drooled into Pear's mouth, and bumped her butt against Liko's clit.

Rosa hardly remembered anything that followed. Wallace lifted her, flipped her backwards and took her from behind, ramming away at her pussy as she languidly moaned, content, resigned to accept everything given to her. Liko was laid out opposite ways beneath her, her legs spread as Pear thrust into her cunt. The younger girl immediately sucked on Rosa's hanging teats, mouth moaning as it coaxed out more of her precious milk. Rosa mindlessly mimicked her friend, licking Liko's tits, holding her sweet sides for stability. Above them she heard Pear and Wallace lean over their stout bodies to make out, and Rosa nearly passed out from happiness. Let these ten minutes last forever, she thought. I don't ever want to think again.

She and Liko were left with semen leaking from their pussies, the younger girl face down on the bed, butt skybound, while Rosa laid on her back, legs still spread as she humped the air, looking for anything to keep her pleasure going. Pear and Wallace sat on either side of the bed pulling up their pants and tying their shoes. The former man leaned over Rosa to give her a kiss. "Today was our anniversary," he said. "Thirteen years on the dot, and you girls made it one to remember."

Rosa smooched the man fervently. "Please," she panted. "Both of you, make me your daughter. I'll serve both of you for free forever. You can use me as much and as long as you want. Please. I love you. I need you."

The man trailed his fingers down the girl's leg as he stood. "We'll consider it."

Wallace gave Liko's butt a soft pat. "Thank you for your services, missy. You were great today."

The younger girl rolled herself onto Wallace's leg, still in the mood to flirt. She brushed her fingers across his stubble, her thumb circling around his lip. "Do you two lovebirds have any more romantic plans for the evening?"

Wallace grinned, fondling Liko's tit. "Activities with some old friends, a candlelit dinner, a bubble bath." He leaned down to kiss Liko, the two smiling as their lips met. "Sex. Lots and lots of sex."

"Sounds just lovely," Liko purred, planting one last kiss on the handsome man's lips.

Pear slipped his arms into his coat sleeves, Rosa guiding the garment for him as though she were his wife. "Correct me if I'm wrong," he said. "But are you two an item? You work so well together."

"Me and Liko? Nah." Rosa turned the man around and padded out his coat wrinkles with her hands. "We're good friends, and with benefits, but I personally want a gorgeous man like you to knock me up."

"You're just incorrigible," Pear said, cupping Rosa's cheek. "I promise you will be hearing from us again in the near future."

Rosa bit her lip, a girlish glee willing one leg off the ground. She was smitten to her core, unabashedly taken by who she was quickly retconning in her mind as her gay sugar daddies. "Call me any time. No money. Just take me however you want."

"I'll keep your offer in mind," Pear said, holding the girl by her tender sides. They went to kissing more. Their time had expired, but Rosa was working overtime.

Wallace stood while pulling Liko up by her hands. "What about you then?"

Liko blinked. "What about what?"

"Do you prefer men or do you prefer women?"

"Umm," Liko gazed at the pressed figures of Rosa and Pear, their differing heights, the abundance of manly body hair versus the silky pink of her friend. "I'm not really sure. I mean, I love girls. They're really cute. Plus I love their boobs. But I also don't know if I can live without dick."

Wallace furrowed her hair. "The best of both worlds, huh? I'm not too dissimilar myself, but…" He followed Liko's gaze and fawned at his husband. "Let's just say I'm a real sucker for a man who can switch between soft and rough when I ask him to."

Liko nodded. "Yeah. I think I know what you mean." She touched the red marks where Mollie had choked her earlier. Her hands were smaller than the man's she held now.

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"You were so hot back there," Liko said, scrubbing soap between her legs.

Rosa, her hair down, rubbed soap onto the younger girl's back, the two sitting on stools in the love hotel's fancy bathroom. "I don't know what came over me. It was, like, I don't know, sublime, you know?"

"Yeah."

"When he started calling me mommy. Girl, I could not stop cumming."

"I got kinda jealous," Liko said. "I wish I could act the mommy role."

"Oh yeah? But you were doing some pretty kinky things yourself." Rosa squeezed out all the water in her sponge. "You started humping my ass. Like, I didn't really feel anything, but it really turned me on."

Liko rinsed her body with a bucket of warm water. "I don't know. I just moved and did it, you know? Like, I wanted to fuck you like those guys were."

"You mean, like, with dicks?" Rosa chuckled. She turned herself around so that Liko could begin returning the bathing favor.

Liko dipped their shared sponge into the soapy water and scrubbed the offered back. "Yeah, I guess so. I just thought if I had a penis I'd want to put it in you, too."

"Do you want a penis?"

She thought about it for a moment. "I don't think so? I've never thought about it before."

"Because, you know, if you save up enough money."

"It's way too much money, though."

"I heard Sonia gives discounts to girls who perform special requests for her."

"Where'd you hear that?"

"You don't know?" Rosa cupped her mouth with one hand as if whispering. "I heard that Gloria got one, and it's pretty big."

"Seriously!?" Liko exclaimed.

"Seriously."

"But hardly anybody's seen her for weeks."

"Right? But get this. I was letting Victor fuck my armpit one day, and—"

"Wait, can I fuck your armpits, too?"

"Of course. But, anyways, he mentioned that Sonia got really drunk one night when Nessa and her had hired him and let it slip that Gloria paid for the surgery."

"That's crazy."

"I know right."

The two girls finished washing themselves and moved to the sinks, standing naked in front of the giant wall mirrors while brushing their teeth. Rosa spit her backwash into the basin. "By the way, Liko," she said, foam protruding from the corner of her mouth. "Do you have any other plans today?"

Liko shook her head, toothbrush scrubbing her canines. "Ah god un ahoint'ent aider."

"Spit Liko."

Liko spit. "I have an appointment later around seven."

"Are you busy until then?"

"Not really. Why?"

Rosa rinsed her toothbrush under the water. "I've got this old guy booked at four. He's obscenely rich, like, CEO or something at the Battle Tower. Hires me once a month."

"Is he hot?"

"Not at all. To be honest, he's a bit annoying to deal with. Always wants things done exactly as he says."

Liko dried her toothbrush with spindled paper towels. "But?"

"But he pays me a lot in cash. Plus drugs. Like, a whole baggie's worth of stuff you can't find anywhere else."

The younger girl whipped her head towards Rosa. "Are you offering to share?"

She nodded, a wry smile. "Help me take care of him and we can split it. Get yourself a little boost for your seven o'clock, you know?"

"Alright!" Liko interlocked her fingers with Rosa's. "You sure a stingy old fart like that will mind me tagging along?"

Rosa rubbed her nose against Liko's. "Oh, he just gets the biggest kick out of cuties like you."

Liko's smile met Rosa's. "Count me in then." The two shared in the flavors of their respective toothpastes, each a different minty consistency, each delectable on their tongues. All they could do to each other—all they could think to do with each other—was kiss and fuck. It was all they knew.

"If you're in," Rosa said, peppering kisses, "then we'll need to prepare."

"Okay, okay. But first," Liko smirked. Her hands glided up to Rosa's sides and lifted her arms above her head. "I want to licky licky."

"Be my guest," the older girl said. She shuddered when Liko's tongue ravished her right armpit, the slippery appendage adding to the leftover bathwater and sweat. She felt no real pleasure from the act, but turning a part of her anatomy not usually associated with sex into a fetish object was a tantalizing mental exercise. Liko pressed her lips against the folds of Rosa's skin, her free hand groping her breast, and then made imprudent sounds with her mouth after which they both laughed. It was silly. The whole of it was silly, and they giggled as they kissed and touched one another more before Liko went to licking Rosa's other armpit. "So sexy," the younger girl said. Rosa giggled and replied "No you" and went to licking Liko's underarm through her toothy smile. Other than a light tickle they really didn't receive much stimulation, and they really weren't sure why licking a girl's armpits was considered a popular pastime among their male clients, but they assumed that what they were doing was sexual and naughty in nature and determined therefore that their armpits were actually very sexy and worth making out with. Plus, according to their clients, licking any girl on any part of her body was a worthwhile affair, because they were girls and because girls were special. They may as well motorboat their armpits, then. Their armpits were girl's armpits, after all.

Liko helped Rosa retie her hair buns and they redressed. The younger girl went to apply some deodorant, but Rosa shook her head. Their client wanted them au naturale aside from some costumes. "We'll have to rent some from the facility closet, but trust me when I tell you they are super kinky."

"Lead the way then, baby," Liko said. She then spanked Rosa on the ass the way men did in the porno movies she watched with clients. She wasn't sure why, but it felt kind of awesome.

Love hotels came stocked with a number of quality of life items—lubricant, erection pills, and condoms being the most widely appreciated—but Liko and Rosa's main priority were the facility closets that Compensation Trainers could access using their trainer codes. Inside were walls of clothing racks, each lined to the brim with costumes ranging from maid uniforms of varying design to gimp suits of extraordinarily tactful leather. Rosa selected bunny suits, specifically ones that acted as glorified corsets, covering only their tummies and not their breasts. Liko's leotard extended down to her crotch but had a heart-shaped cutout where her pussy was while the torso circled around her tiny chest and connected to a thin neck fabric with a fuzzy light brown collar in place of the usual necktie. Rosa's leotard didn't even reach her crotch, stopping at a point just below her belly button before two straps connected it to her fur lined brown knee socks, leaving both her pussy and ass bare with no cover. Heart-shaped pasties were sat in stacks on a side table in five unique colors. They chose brown to match their fur, which came with very important accessories that could be found laying at the foot of the rack: floppy brown ears in the style of Lopunny, fuzzy light brown arm and wrist band combos with matching ankle bands, poofy white bunny tails with carrot-shaped anal plugs, and chocolate strapped high heels, the extra boost they needed to accentuate their legs. The two snapped a few pictures of each other in front of one of those hinged mirrors that spin like a chalkboard, some singles, selfies with the two of them posing, a kissing shot, a handful with tongue, and back shots to fill out their profiles. Liko immediately sent all of them to Mollie with the caption "May I take your order, Master?" plus some kissy face emojis. She was always left on read, but Liko just took that to mean Mollie's hands were full.

Every outfit needed to be logged in a digital cache system set up on a wall mounted PC. Rosa filled out the form, checking every box on the lengthy sheet for the items and accessories they wished to borrow, and selecting a rental time of two hours. The process was free of charge and came with lockers that allowed Compensation Trainers to temporarily store their personal belongings while on the job. There was no need for them to rent two, so Rosa and Liko stuffed all of their clothes into a single unit.

"Let's see. Should be floor nine."

Rosa pushed the elevator button with their designated number, a bright, yellow glow confirming her request. The elevator they had called already had a passenger in the form of a tall, nerdy faced man who meekly snuck glances at the two beauties next to him. Liko wasted no time calling the man out on his perversions, then promptly snaked her hand into his pants. The ding came for floor five, presumably the man's destination, but by the time the doors closed again both Liko and Rosa were sharing his cock and balls. They didn't want to get themselves dirty as, according to Rosa, their upcoming client didn't like used goods, so they departed the elevator with the man ejaculating on those now dim buttons, their trainer profiles marked on his Pokénav for future reference. Such was the game of enterprising.

The time was 3:58PM. Two minutes early. As per the request they waited until 4:00 on the dot, to which Rosa nodded at Liko before knocking on the door of room 921. A deep voice replied on the other side, "Enter."

"What is the meaning of this?" The man asked. He was balding on the back of his head, stringy strands of hair combed over the spot somewhat neatly to obfuscate the damage. His white beard and mustache were groomed evenly, a hallmark of a political career man, with grayish hairs cross hatching on his protruding gut, itself bellied over a thin bath towel.

Rosa pushed her fingertips together, activating her monotoned servant's voice. "Good evening, Master. Your dear little Lopunny has brought you a new bunny to play with."

"Greetings, Master," Liko said, bowing. She tried to match her politeness to Rosa's. "My name is Liko. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The man sneered, eying Liko with contempt. "I hope you don't expect me to pay for this. I only requested one girl, so I'm only paying for one girl."

Rosa nodded. "Of course, Master. This service is provided by me free of charge." To entice the man's perversion, she took a hold of Liko's body, dipping one hand near her crotch and rubbing the area in tantalizing circles. "This is your dear Lopunny's special thanks to you, Master, for your continued patronage over this past year. Please, make use of both of our pussies today as much as you want."

Liko mirrored the older girl, holding her frame, rubbing one of her breasts. "Please make use of Liko lots today, Master. Your every wish is Liko's sole command." Internally, Rosa was gloating. Both her and Liko were such a phenomenal duo. Real actresses who shared one very lust-addled brain.

The man scanned Liko's body, eyes molesting every inch of her with studious precision. He then met Liko's eyeline, to which the girl expertly maintained contact, suppressing any instinct to blush, only smiling docilely. "Do you like candy, girl?" He eventually asked.

Liko felt her pussy throb. "Yes, Master. Liko loves candy of all kinds."

His stare bored into her, unflinching. "Then let's see it. Bunny," he snapped.

Rosa nodded. "Yes, Master." She left Liko's embrace, kneeling (she was requested to always kneel and never to bend) down to a black leather briefcase. She dialed a three digit combination and opened it, retrieving first a pair of rubber gloves, which she equipped, secondly a pack of Pokémon playing cards with short paper straws tucked into the corners, and lastly a bag of white powder with a small metal measuring spoon. She then walked over to a marble table and set each item out in a straight line, side by side, opening the bag and carefully scooping the recommended amount of powder out with the spoon. Two piles of illicit white substance were dumped approximately two feet apart from one another, after which she removed two cards from the pack and diced the powder into even, vertical lines. The entire time Rosa did this, the man kept his eyes glued to Liko, who, despite her calm and courage, really, really wished she could ogle Rosa's ass. It just looked so sexy underneath those furry straps.

"You have to play everything by his rule," Rosa had said during their costuming. "He doesn't care about your pleasure the way those two husbands did. You're only there to meet his demands." The longer Liko equalized his gaze, the more she understood. He wanted dolls, not people, slaves rather than partners. "Always keep your arms by your side," she continued. "Only look at him. Do not exhibit any will or instinct that reminds him of your sentience."

Rosa turned around when her task was completed, standing idly, stiffly by the table. "It is done, Master."

The man stood. He was much taller when he stood. Much, much taller than his gut let on. He stomped towards Liko. Rather, his normal steps amounted to stomps, quaking, brutish feet fit for a garroting commander. He halted abruptly mere inches in front of her, staring down at her, positioning himself above. Liko's heartbeat hitched, but she maintained her smile, her gaze, her posture, and, most importantly, her breathing. Then he swiftly, without warning, grabbed ahold of her face, his gruff hand squeezing her cheeks together, forcing her mouth to purse. "Still smiling?" He asked.

She said nothing. She did nothing. She was unsure if it was her acting or genuine fear keeping her still.

The man then unfastened his towel. Liko heard the soft thump as it hit the ground. Don't look, she told herself. Don't (Cock) look. Don't (Cock) blink. Don't (Cock) think. Was it his height or its size? It was poking just below her chest. She wanted to look. But she couldn't look. Did he see her eyes trembling? Could he see her temptation to glance? Don't (COCK) look (COCK) down (COCK)!

"Look," he finally demanded. His grip on her face opened. He was testing her reactions, giving her multiple initiations at a time. Liko caught herself, willing her eyes to hold his gaze, then carefully let her smile settle back into place, trying her damndest to land it at exactly the length she had kept it before, easing it, one crease in skin at a time, resisting the reflex to overshoot. She felt it stretch to an appropriate degree, steadied it, and nodded. "Yes, Master."

As instructed, Liko gently tilted her head down. She resisted any urge to physically move her eyes, not wanting her client to catch any unnecessary movements, instead keeping them straight until the axis of her neck aligned her field of vision to take in his cock. It wasn't merely his height. It was big. Very big. It was veiny, covered in wrinkles, decades of lines and wearing ornamenting the shaft. Girth wise, it was almost too fat to fit around Liko's fingers, a detail matched only by its boomerang-like vertical curve, a bend wide enough to qualify as a protractor. Liko's heart beat even faster, though this time she recognized the cause as her pussy.

"What was your name again?"

Liko glanced back up at the man. "Liko, Ma—"

"EYES DOWN!!!" He roared. Liko couldn't help but blink, a single finger twitching. She had made a misstep, believing that the man should only be addressed head on. But she also became keen to his game. It was an important misstep, one that likely wasn't a mistake at all, but a change in the rules he made on the fly. Part of his dominion was telling, giving orders, correcting what was incorrect. It didn't matter if Liko behaved perfectly to his desires, he would always, at some point, choose to reprimand her. This was an integral part of the performance.

So Liko smiled at him, unphased. "Yes, Master." She returned her gaze to his cock.

"What was your name?"

"Liko, Master."

"From now on your name is Buneary. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

He yanked at her arm, attempting to break her posture, but Liko hit the proper beat and followed beside his gait as he guided her to the table. There she finally got to stand face to face with Rosa, the short stack's own plastered smile reflecting back at her. It was plastic, emotionless, yet lewd in an alien way, each wrinkle in its manufactured consent highlighting the absurdity of it all. How obtuse the man's desires were, and how ridiculous the two of them were for letting themselves buy into it. She almost seemed to stare past Rosa, the girl an empty vessel for air. They were set decoration, the whole shitting mise en scène.

The man turned both girls by their shoulders to the table, then gripped the back of Liko's head, his hand so massive compared to the rest of her slim body. "Do you know what this is?"

"No, Master."

His left hand began massaging Rosa's neck roughly. "This is Abomasnow pheromones pounded and mixed with Bellossom petals. You'll feel a chill when it goes down. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now Bunny."

"Yes, Master," Rosa said. She removed two of the paper straws for the cardboard pack and handed one to Liko. When she took it, it was as though everything clicked in her mind, what this all was. A man of irrational wealth and power, capable of having anything he wanted and who could only feel alive when inflicting permanent, tangible damage upon others. He wished for nothing more than to spread his corruption, to make victims out of the willing, or, rather, the girls who believed themselves capable of handling their own ruination. He held genuine contempt for everyone he fucked, looked down on them despite the fact that he used them for his sex, his ego, all so that he could take sadistic pleasure in the knowledge that, by hiring these girls—by supplying them with their own doom—he was directly contributing to the social and economic divide of which he got to comfortably remain at the top; the guttersnipes beneath the patrician's boot. Understanding this, Liko's heart skipped a beat. Her consent was a performance. It's was hardly ever hers to give away. This was not the give and take she was used to enjoying. Self sacrifice at best. Suicidal at worst. All she could do was smile blankly back at Rosa, each of them wearing a Ditto's mask, resigning themselves to this fate and taking their straws and bending over their respective lines of powder with nary the chance for a second thought, because, subconsciously, the idea of her own ruin, her own downfall, was too abstract to properly comprehend. By then it was too late.

"See you both on the other side," the man laughed.

Liko had no time to consider those words, as, once he uttered them, hiding them between arrogant, damning laughs, his character finally breaking for a moment's impatience, she had already snorted, both her and Rosa gobbling up those lines with their stout, flaring nostrils. It was as the man had said, she felt a frigid afterwash at the back of her nose, not too different from the common cold, and, for a brief moment, she wondered whether that was all she would feel or if she would… she would… she she she nose would….

It was too warm to be a brain freeze and too rapturous to be a migraine. In a microsecond's time, Liko went from a theater major to a trembling mess of failing motor functions. Her legs buckled inwards at uneven measures, one arm jerking to the countertop to sustain herself while the other flailed at the stem of her nose, attempting to rub where she pinpointed the freezing sensation, but incapable of properly controlling her fingers, each one limp and lifeless and asleep. Her vision, too, seemed to haze, halos emanating off of objects of lighter hues just as her visual acuity diminished. Pressure built in her eyes when she tried to focus on objects too close to her, and all the surfaces surrounding her—the marbled counter, the patterned plaster of the walls, the burgundy carpet, her own skin—crawled, moved like flesh with wills of their own, inhabited by veins and viscera and vines and roots. The dullness of her body, her reduced motor functions and the halting of her cognition, made the explosion of sensitivity to her nether regions that much more abrupt. She could practically feel all of her senses flush through her body, traveling down from the eyes that were left glazed and watery, past her breasts, right through her stomach and settling in her womb. The liquids flowed uncontrollably, all of her normal inhibitors numbed to the point of uselessness, causing her brain to send one way signals straight from her dopamine receptors, themselves shuddering under the wave of powder reacting inside of her head, to the nerve endings in her pussy which began misfiring neurons like mad, convinced that something material was down there pleasuring her and thus taken by pure phantom stimulation. Liko was cumming. A lot. So much so that she mistakenly thought she was pissing herself.

Everything was constantly shifting and molding like an AI animation, the visual world bereft of any concreteness. Everything was something else all the time, but never too long as to be consistent, and no matter how irreconcilable or absurd the things Liko saw were, she always believed in their existence whole heartedly, not seeing any reason to doubt what she perceived.

"Ahh. Ahhh. Ahhh." She made noises with her mouth just to see if she could. It blew her mind that she was capable of producing any noise with her mouth. She chuckled at her own talent, a talent no one else possessed. Then a pointy tipped Sudowoodo tapped on her cheek, its big smile amusing like a clown. It was drooling, leaving residue on her face, but it was also much softer than its texture led on. "Ahhh," she said. She was attempting to comment on the weather. It was warm where she was.

The Sudowoodo slid against her nose, its Parasect-like cap right next to her eye. Her body told her to lick it, because, from what she convinced herself that she remembered, Sudowoodo were tasty, so she tried to lick it but had a hard time extending her tongue properly, instead thrashing it around the spine. She couldn't really taste anything, probably because she didn't cook it correctly. She turned to Rosa for help but saw only a milfy Lopunny in her place, so she waved her hand around in the air to try and find her cooking pot. Zucchini had to be boiled in water.

Rosa had built up a tolerance for Abomasnow pheromones over the past year, what with ingesting them at least once a month for thirteen months, plus whatever extra she was compensated with, so she just watched her friend—she forgot her name—make funny faces and masturbated, her entire hand combing her pussy, thumb barred against her clit. No other drug she had tried increased sensitivity to the sheer degree that this one did. It was hard cooked to minimize signals sent to any part of the body that wasn't a sex organ, that way all stimulation was misinterpreted by the brain to have originated in the groin. Something as minor as a single gust of wind became a direct assault on their nerves. Rosa liked to close her eyes and imagine that all of herself, whatever entity comprising the being known as Rosa, was all just her pussy. Her mind and her thoughts actually came from there. Her head was just a red herring. With her senses dulled, all she could feel was her pussy spasming and aching so intensely that she saw splotches of oranges and yellows in her mind, occasional blues and reds, infrared pleasures, things that confirmed her pussy was the source of everything she perceived. Her friend was no different.

Liko's head was grasped by two large hands. She peered up, nary a solid thought in her brain, and giggled at the Slaking above her. She had never fucked a Slaking before. Did all Slaking have Sudowoodo on their crotches? She wasn't given much time to ponder the question as those massive hands, which nearly eclipsed her noggin, forced her mouth over the Sudowoodo. Usually Liko gagged a lot when she did fellatio, but the drugs had relaxed her throat to the point of hardly detecting the foreign object inside. The man's primary motive for using this particular concoction, his girls became glorified cock sleeves, incapable of protesting as he had his way with their bodies.

Rosa registered this as a cue. Her mental script, while bogged with adrenaline, occasionally clicked with her in broad strokes. The man liked oral. He also liked being serviced from behind. She crawled limply around his staunch legs, stumbling over herself numerous times, and sat herself on her legs, her knees bent outwards, toes underneath her plump ass, against the tail of her plug. She spread out the man's buttocks, locating his asshole, and treated it to a handful of preliminary licks. Like Liko, she had a difficult time controlling her tongue, most of her movements expressing themselves as drunken lashes, but eventually she guided it inside the hole where she began pumping it in and out like a plunger. It occurred to her then that she was never requested to eat out either of those delicious husbands from earlier. A lost opportunity. She would have to amend this error in the future.

Liko sat as she was, one arm still aimlessly searching for a cooking pot. All she could do was stare wall eyed up at the man, her pupils enlarged, monochromatic. This was his favorite view, a girl with nothing but glitter and gloss in her irises, daydreaming drug fueled fantasies of Pokémon, magic, and domesticity while unknowingly choking on his dirty, veiny cock, forcing out wet glucking sounds from their throat and feeling them try to talk as if there wasn't an engorged phallus inside of them. Even as they looked him dead in the eyes they couldn't see him. He took on forms and shapes alien to them, a perfect specter in their field of vision. Perfect dolls. Perfect girls.

He came without warning, shooting voluminous gobs of semen down Liko's throat. The first of her coughs finally mustered as his spunk coagulated. She couldn't remember how to swallow, how to even contract her esophageal muscles, and so she gagged until she was blue from cock and cum. He eventually pulled out, unfathomable strings of spit and sperm dripping off his cock and her lips, giving the organ a pungent sheen of fluids. Liko immediately doubled over retching, wads of phlegm spilling over her pink lips. She had no mind to wipe any of it up, so fluids oozed down her chin and neck, drying in place atop her nose, on her cheeks, in her hair. All the while, the man kicked his toes in front of her, pushing them into her mouth. She instinctively lapped at the stubby digits, those fluids squirming between the phalanges. He liked things to be messy. He stroked his still inflamed cock and sullied his hand with his and Liko's liquids, then dried it in Liko's hair. "Bunny," he said. He turned around, slapping Rosa with his cock, her tongue immediately latching onto it. "Pregnancy time."

Rosa, despite keeping some fragment of her mind intact, still could not form words. She merely squeaked in obedience. "Ahhh. Uhh uhh." The hairs on the man's belly, his pubes, and his legs all seemed to wiggle like worms in flowing water. She rubbed at it absentmindedly, trying to catch fish. He grabbed Rosa by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet, which couldn't quite foot themselves properly, her left leg in particular bending on its side. She wobbled in his grasp, her body unstable. It was the only time in her life where she felt the weight of her breasts disturb her equilibrium, leaning forwards until her nose was pressed against his chest. The hairs were prickly. She ran her tongue over them. The fishies hid behind the seaweed.

The man walked Rosa with dragging feet to the bed whereupon he threw her on top and spread her legs. Rosa didn't have to do anything. At this point of the exchange she was just a body to lay obtusely for her master. She was her pussy and nothing more. She let the wash of drugs, the dopamine, the endorphins, all those wonderful hormones that she imagined as looking like sperm, travel into her receptor eggs. She let them take the wheel, pinching her own nipples, ass tightening around her fat plug, gritting her teeth. All that was left was the cock to make a woman out of her. The third cock to do so that day.

The man positioned himself appropriately, rubbing his cock against the girl's clit, sliding it up and over it. Rosa spasmed. The sensation traveled through every part of her. It was so palpable in her head, almost blocking out the vision in one eye with Rorschachs of pleasure. He sized up his prize: the drool seeping from Rosa's mouth, the quim pooling down her posh thighs, those golden bitch udders. She was depravity and excess made flesh. "Get pregnant," he said. He pushed his cock inside. Rosa clenched the bedspread. "Get pregnant. Get pregnant. Get pregnant." His groin slapped against the girl's. Rosa's brain overloaded. Her eyes were wide, but she only saw blurry colors. "Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!" She squirt uncontrollably. She was her pussy. She was a million nerve endings trying to put out their fire. He slammed into Rosa's cunt, holding her sides. Dick bumping against the plug on the other side of her walls. Yelling into her orgasming countenance words she couldn't hear, phrases with dangerous intent. She screamed in the rawest heat, not even aware she was making noise, or that it could puncture the walls. A primordial scream, as though years of pleasure were hitting her all at once.

Liko tickled her butt plug. Why did this dandelion on her butt feel so good to touch? Her pussy was secreting strange liquids and her breasts were waving their fists at her. She tried shaking their hands like a politician and seized from the electricity the contact generated. The drug turned her genitals into positive charges. Anything that touched them was also a positive charge. She felt as though she had just rediscovered sex, moments ago not understanding what it was, and, upon stimulating her parts, fell into its addictive habits all over again. Then Rosa's cries of pleasure hit her and she gazed up at that monstrous Slaking rubbing against the sexy Lopunny. She couldn't see where his cock was entering her cunt, just the bestial humping of crotch against crotch, and thought of her mother and father. She was a girl again in her parent's bedroom, curious about the big lump in their covers, her mother's noises. Mommy sounded like she was in trouble. Where was daddy to help her?

She couldn't stop masturbating. The longer she stared at the two figures mating, the more she rubbed. She had rediscovered her clitoris and played with it, every touch generating more fluid. The man, in between his grunts and insemination chants, watched Liko in the corner of his eye, the girl stumbling next to them, idly touching herself while moaning in stunted breaths. Then he noticed that she was peeing herself, brisk yellow dashes streaming down her legs and onto the carpet. Her feet pigeon toed in her heels, the look of sheer ecstasy and relief on her face as quim mixed into the current. This pleased him. He grabbed Liko's arm and tugged her to the bed, the girl eventually understanding that he wanted her to climb on top of it. He then yanked her over to Rosa and sat the girl on top of her face, Rosa's lips quickly lapping at the offered cunt. The man, too, in his infinite height, leaned down to lick at the girl's nipples, all the while pounding away at Rosa's womb. Liko came sequentially without rest, the dumbest, open smile on her face as she held Rosa's tits for balance. Why weren't hers big like mommy's?

When the man finally came inside of Rosa, he pushed Liko onto her back, climbed over the creampied beauty and began having his way with the younger slut. Liko held her tummy while he fucked her, convinced something was traveling up from her womb to her belly. She opened one arm, eeping and awwing for daddy to kiss her, but instead he wrapped his hands around her neck and choked her. Rosa fingered her stuffed cunt, still blinded by cataracts of drug induced pleasure. The bestial groans behind her rattled in her ears. Eventually a loud grunt followed by coughing signaled the end of those noises, and she suddenly found her throat clogged with cock. The man's balls sagged on her eyes and nose while the crescent curve of its shaft bulged in Rosa's neck. After three ejaculations it took a lot more stimulation for him to reach climax, so Rosa endured his skull fuck for a long time while the man threw Liko on top of the girl, pressing her face into Rosa's cunt. Liko's legs collapsed into a wide diamond shape, moving only in twitches as the man toyed with her pussy and anal plug. When he came again, he yanked Liko's plug out of her butt and sucked on it like a pacifier while plowing her gapping, spasming asshole. Liko kept licking Rosa's clit, eating up all the leftover semen while Rosa fingered her from underneath, drops of quim, piss, and sperm mixing with the drool and cum flowing down her face and neck. The man ejaculated once in Liko's ass but enjoyed it enough to keep fucking it until he came a second time inside, then pulled out and pissed on Rosa, who welcomed it with an open mouth. He tugged Liko roughly by the hair and forced her to makeout with the older trainer, then shoved his burgeoning erection between them. They lapped and licked and sucked its length, and he rewarded them by spitting on their slutty faces and rubbing their inflamed clits. Soon he felt numbed sensation in his cock again and took Rosa doggy style, reigning her by her twintails. He held Liko against his left side, fingering her cum filled asshole while she licked his nipples. Rosa groaned in a malaised stupor, so the man woke her up by pushing against her anal plug. She squirted all over his cock. Liko felt the liquid splash against hers and his thighs and so began humping it, rubbing her cunt against his musculature and fat. The hour limit on their meeting finished, but the man had overbooked the hotel room knowing the girls would be too high and stupid to remember, so he kept fucking them over and over, covering them in more and more fluids until both of their bodies were oiled and shiny. He had Rosa hang upside down by her shoulders, him eating out her cunt while she ate out Liko's ass and Liko choked on all fours on his cock. He laid them both on their backs and took turns fucking their pussies while fingering whoever wasn't filled with dick. He had both girls scissor one another while Rosa sucked him off and Liko tongued his ass. He put Rosa's plug into his own ass and tit fucked her, Liko grinding her vulva against the older girl's. Liko pissed herself again in the middle of riding cowboy on the man's cock. Rosa also pissed herself when both he and Liko licked her pussy together. He licked both of their titties while they sucked each other's faces and fingered each other's cunts. He shoved his entire fist inside of Liko's asshole and face fucked Rosa. He had Rosa open up a second briefcase with sex toys and molested them with numerous vibrators, clamps, dildos, and massagers, then hooked them to Elekid batteries so he could fuck them while they received electric shocks. He came on both of their faces, watched them swap cum between their lips, and came again on their tits. He forced a double sided Rapidash dildo into both of their asses and gagged Liko on his cock. He fit the entire head of an electric massager into Rosa's cunt. He gave them both wet willies with his spit, cum, quim, and piss coated fingers. He held both of their bodies and fucked them even as they could no longer move their muscles. He came inside each of them until large pools of semen leaked from their cunts and until the entire bed spread was moist and his cock could no longer produce enough semen to match his orgasms. He yelled for them to get pregnant even as nothing but dust kicked out of his cock. He kept fucking them and fucking them, and when his cock could no longer grow erect he used his fingers and penetrated them with toys, licking their tits, their pussies, their assholes, their faces. He spit and pissed in their hair and worshiped their bodies in his arms, kissing their lips and mouths full of spit and cum soup. Then he gave them more electric shocks while they shared another double sided dildo, this time in their cunts. He switched their butt plugs and soaked them with all of their liquids before jamming them back inside their asses. He had them say and scream self deprecating profanities as they gradually regained their sense of speech, had them trade names, sixty-nining while moaning for themselves. He got hard again and wedged his cock between their lubed bellies. It wasn't enough to make him cum, so he made them beg for whoever got to fuck it. Liko won by bending herself into a pretzel and licking her own cunt. Rosa became jealous and plopped her pussy onto Liko's face, making out with the man as he plowed her into oblivion. He rewarded Rosa by shoving his cock down her throat and pressing an electric massager against the bulge in her neck until he came.

The man dragged both girls by their limp legs into the bathroom and drew them a hot bath. They soaked into the water, staring at one another's eyes, purple bags weighing underneath them. The man showered himself clean nearby, then left without another word, the girls' payment of powdered drugs left in a ziplock bag on the marbled table. Transaction over and done.

The girls laid in the tub near unresponsive, each moving in and out of consciousness as the boil in the bath water slowly became lukewarm. Some of the sperm left over in their bodies floated up to the top of the water, looming in broken clumps between them. Liko thought they looked like aliens. She rested her hands on her stomach. It still felt like there was something inside of her. Her head wasn't working right. Her muscles choked and spasmed as feeling returned to her limbs. Her anus was sore. The water stung the area where she had been suffocated rather than alleviate the pain and she couldn't stop shivering.

Rosa occasionally fidgeted in place, her previously numb nerves reconnecting to their motor senses. She took deep breaths, the steam coagulated in the bathroom air convincing her she was asthmatic, then exhaled in stuttered groans. Either of her breasts weighed down the sides of her torso. She feared they would slide off her body and down the drain so held them up with her arms.

Eventually the two girls regained enough sense to acknowledge each other. Rosa couldn't believe her eyes. "L-Liko," she said.

Liko rubbed her tummy. "Yes?"

"Are you there?"

Liko stared dead into Rosa's eyes, knowing full well that the older girl could see her clear as day on the other side of the bathtub. Yet, somehow, she couldn't answer the question. "I don't know."

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know." She brushed her foot against Rosa's under thigh. "How do you feel?"

Rosa just stared at her. Just stared and breathed her asthmatic breaths, those large breasts expanding outwards. "Liko?"

"Yes?"

"Are you still there?"

Liko was too tired to nod. "Yes. I'm still here."

"I want more," Rosa said. "I want more sex."

"Me too." They both had terrible migraines and body pains. "I want more, too."

"I want to lose my mind. I want to be fucked stupid."

"Me too."

"I want to go until I never have to have a solitary thought of my own ever again. I don't want to feel like this."

"Rosa."

"I want to break like Hilda did. I want to be as beautiful as her."

"Rosa." Liko crawled up the tub, her arms and legs shaking, and laid herself on top of the older girl. "I'm still you, Rosa. You're Liko."

Rosa looked at her dumbfounded for a moment, then blushed. "Rosa?"

"Liko."

"Rosa."

"Yes, Liko?"

She caressed Liko's cheeks. "You're so beautiful."

"You're so sexy."

"I want to see your mind broken. All your gray matter reduced to mush."

"I want to kiss you. Please. I need to kiss. Please kiss me. Please."

What they couldn't say to themselves they said using each other. "Slut. Slut. Big tittied slut."

"Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck me. God, fuck me. Punish me."

"I love you."

Their words spilled on top of one another. Collages of cat calls, insults, fantasy indulgences.

"I want to snort a line off your pregnant belly."

"Why can't you just grow some breasts already?"

"Baby. Give me your baby."

"I'm a girl. I'm a girl. I'm a girl."

"Get pregnant. Get pregnant."

"Tell me I'm a good girl, Liko."

"I'm cumming, Rosa."

"Fuck!"

Both girls reeled back, holding onto one another in vain as the shudders of orgasm overtook them. The experience was a religious one. They stared deep into one another's core, melded their souls, and brought themselves to orgasm without a single touch. They felt each other's hot breaths as they panted against their mouths, noses pressed. Liko laid in between Rosa's legs, holding the girl by her shoulders. "Rosa," she finally said.

Rosa kissed her chin, enamored. "Yes, Liko?"

"I have another appointment at seven."

"I remember."

"The client is bringing a monster type. A Nidoking. Said he's a researcher wanting to experiment."

"How big is a Nidoking?"

"He sent me pictures."

"How big is it?"

"We're not even half a Nidoking's size."

"Its penis, Liko. How big is its penis?"

The girl stretched her hands wide, measuring the length in empty space between the rims of the bathtub. "They're as tall as our legs."

Rosa's thighs rubbed together. "I want it," she said. "I want it. I want it, Liko. I'll do anything. Please. Take me with you."

"Let's do it." Liko kissed the girl on the lips. "Let's lose our minds together, Rosa."

There were no specifications for dress. They didn't even care to redress themselves anyhow. The girls dropped their baggied spoils off in their rented locker, each whiffing a faint dab off their arms to recharge. Even with the measly dose she took, the drug still knocked Liko off her feet, that hot chill shooting straight from her brain down to her tailbone. Rosa tried to pull her up, but she lost her balance and fell on top of her friend, the two giggling and laughing at each other, naked on the floor. A janitor tasked with cleaning up all the cum, semen, and pee they had soaked into the hotel room bedspread sighed, pulling rubber gloves over his hands as his nose crinkled underneath a face mask. Behind him Liko and Rosa sprinted by, hand in hand, the older girl holding her breasts so that they wouldn't bounce. Their wanton giggles got him to turn around, the last sight he caught being their bare asses rounding the hallway corner. He sighed again.

"Think he saw us?" Rosa asked, laughing.

"No way he could have missed this!" Liko said, spanking Rosa's ass. The way she had learned to do from the porno movies. They way that made her feel awesome and powerful.

They came to a stop at room 903. Rosa's breathing accelerated. "I want it, Liko. I want it so bad." She mindlessly rubbed her clit. "I want it more than I want to live."

Liko looked at her friend. Her irises were mere dots piercing beyond her mortal coil. Little existed in their bloodshot wavering besides hedonism and self destruction. Liko couldn't tell if she was scared of Rosa or concerned. There was a discernible difference between the two of them, one that Liko had noticed when they hugged for the first time earlier that day but pretended to believe was just her self consciousness getting the better of her. Now she saw it clear as day. Rosa had absolutely no fear or self regard. She was a year older. More seasoned. Womanly in ways Liko envied. Yet, as Liko eyed Rosa's body, those breasts she desired, sagging gorgeously just above her sleek belly, Liko couldn't help but think about how exact their heights were and how that one year's difference didn't mean as much as she had previously believed. She was terrified of this room. A client she had okayed, but one she started to regret.

Rosa knocked on the door. An excited voice, somewhat high in tenor, almost cheerful, invited them to enter, and so they did. "Hi!" A man waved. His voice was even higher in pitch without a door diluting it. He wore a blue Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, his hairy legs offsetting his unusual blonde bowl cut and glasses. "It's nice to meet you, but I could've sworn I ordered only one girl."

Liko bowed. "Pardon the surprise. This is Liko's friend, Rosa. She wanted to join Liko and help service you, Mister. We hope you don't mind the trouble."

Rosa matched Liko's bow. Quim was already trailing down her legs. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Rosa. I promise you will not be charged any additional fee for my services today."

The man rubbed his crotch, a lump forming beneath the now exposed zipper. "Guess it's my lucky day, huh? You're pretty damn sexy, too. Just look at those tits. Haha." He laughed, but there was no real emotion behind the smile. Just pure, automated habit.

Rosa straightened her back, puffing out her chest and wiggling her breasts from side to side. "I'm happy to hear that, Mister. My tits are yours to touch, suck, lick, and abuse."

Liko grabbed onto Rosa's sides, pressing their bodies together. The second time they repeated this maneuver that day. "We'll do anything that you ask of us, Mister. Liko and Rosa are your playthings for the next hour."

"That's nice to hear," the man said, pushing up his glasses. "But none of that 'mister' stuff. Just call me Dan. Dan's the man. That's what I like to say. It embarrasses my family real well. Haha." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Pokéball, then clicked the center button to expand its size. "It's not me that you'll be pleasuring tonight, though. As much as I love cute girls like you two, I prefer taking a spectatorial role. Voyeurism, if you feel me. Have you already briefed your friend on what's inside this Pokéball?"

Rosa nodded. "Thick. Nidoking. Cock."

Liko rubbed the older girl's groin in circles. "Liko and Rosa are prepared for anything and everything you ask of us. Anything—"

"And everything," Rosa finished.

Dan clapped. "Goodie, goodie!" He patted the bed behind him. "How's about both of you lay yourselves down right here while I get my little assistants ready? Get it? Little. Haha." Pure, automated simulacra.

"Yes," both of them said. As they approached the bed, Dan scanned their bodies, red rashes from their rough play earlier tinting their otherwise flawless skin, and naughty smells that contrasted with the soap and shampoo meant to suppress it. He caught them in his arms and pulled them close, hands immediately seizing their softest places. "Actually, I changed my mind. I'll take a kiss from you two, if you don't mind."

Rosa giggled. "We would love to." She and Liko stood on their toes and puckered. Dan decided on Liko's lips first. He mostly sucked on the girl's tongue, loudly slurping on the slimy organ as his hand squeezed her cute lower back. Once he accumulated a sufficient amount of Liko's spit, he swallowed and proceeded to do the same with Rosa. The girls' hands massaged his erection through his shorts. It was an average size, unable to grow formally erect due to its tight tuck, but anything hard and living got them wet at this point.

Dan gulped down Rosa's saliva. "Hmm, lots of soda in both of your diets. That and cum."

Liko exclaimed. "Wow! You can tell just by drinking our saliva?"

"I can tell a lot of things about you two just from looking. For instance," he slid his hand up Liko's back, causing her to shudder. "I can tell by the way you walk and stand that you have lots of sex on your back. Make sure you doing stretches every day. Don't want to waste a cute spine like yours. And you," he pinched Rosa's ass. "You've been eating Medicham feed, haven't you?"

Rosa blushed. "I hope it shows in a way that pleases you. My physician recommended it."

"Oh yes, indeed," he said. "It's really great stuff. Adds just the right amount of fat to your glutes. My daughter takes it, too. I can hardly take my eyes off her now. Haha." He gave each of their bottoms a hefty clap and stepped away. "Anyways, get yourselves nice and comfortable. Lucky for you two I brought an entire party of Nidokings today. That means you can both take at least three. Supposing you can handle one, that is. Haha."

Rosa spun herself onto the bed and stretched out her pussy. "Believe me, I'll take as many as you throw my way." She fingered herself. She hadn't realized how difficult it had become not to finger herself.

Liko stretched her limbs before she sat. "You're so hot, Rosa." She spread her legs and tried to mimic the older girl's lead, but her anxiousness made it significantly harder to produce results.

Dan opened up a small sack he had left in the corner and produced a container filled with Pokéballs. He then tossed two of them onto the floor, a bright flash of light morphing into the hulking forms of two Nidoking. "Say hello to the boys, girls. These handsome bachelors here are virgins to human females."

They were every bit as big as Liko had described. Bigger even. They stood at double the height of the girls, their heads and backs leaned forward to avoid hitting the ceiling. The room's single light fixture—a not too fancy ornamental ceiling light with four adjustable luminosity settings—disappeared behind their lumbering frames, two harsh shadows casting over Liko, Rosa, and the bed in its entirety. Width-wise the girls measured at merely one-third of the Nidokings' bulk. Even with their legs spread, Liko and Rosa's feet barely squared up to their knees.

Rosa's eyes went straight to the Nidoking's groin, but she was disappointed to find no jump rope sized phalluses attached. "Um, excuse me, Dan?"

"Yes?" The man said, pulling out a tape measure.

"I was just wondering where… Well, the Nidoking's, I mean, if whether or not their, uhh, you know..."

Dan cocked his head to the side, puzzled for a moment before he followed Rosa's eyeline. He laughed. "Ahh, I understand. No worries, no worries." He knelt in front of one of the Nidoking, scooping his finger into a tiny container of purple jam. "Nidoking have retractor muscles that hide their genitalia within a sturdy preputial sheath. Real sturdy-like. Like a jock strap. When Nidoqueen are ready to mate, they secrete a certain pheromone to signal to the Nidoking that they are in heat." He spread the jam across the Nidoking's groin. Suddenly, a bulge the size of Rosa's breasts appeared on the white of its taint and, from a thick pouch of skin, its cock flopped out. The shaft, if it could even be referred to as such, was purple and, as opposed to a human's, was bumpy from top to bottom with little consistency in shape aside from its keenly phallic sculpture.

Rosa's heart dropped. When she had imagined it based on Liko's approximation, Nidoking cock hadn't seemed so bad. Of course she could handle a penis as long as her leg. She could take anything. But actually seeing it, watching how it throbbed a mere foot away from her, coursing to life, increasing in mass and mast until it became skybound, caused her breathing to hitch. A rabid, insane smile spread across her face. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god." She rubbed her clit, too overjoyed to contain herself. "It's big. Oh my god. Oh my fucking fuck, it's so big."

Liko clenched the bedspread. She wanted to match Rosa's excitement, but beholding the Nidoking's cock only worsened her apprehension. Being high really didn'thelp calm her nerves either. She couldn't steady her breath or focus on any one thing for more than a second, her fight instincts screaming at her not to hyperventilate.

Dan spread the jam on the second Nidoking, then stroked both Pokémon's members until they were ripe and oozing. "Atta boys. See these cute girls. They'll be entertaining you both today. Just pretend they're nice, fat, plump Nidoqueen ready to breed."

Out of instinct, Liko fingered herself. The clash between her thumping heart and her pleasured sex failed to rectify the contradictions she experienced. She was scared. She heard their groans. They were louder than Voltorbs. They made her whole body shake. She closed her eyes and tried picturing something kinky. Houndooms knotting in her friends. Those sexy husbands kissing and touching Rosa. Rosa being turned inside out by Nikoking cock, madness in her eyes as she lost all connection to sense. Mollie holding her and telling her she did good. Be a good girl, Liko, she'd say. Be a good, good girl. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't convince herself that she was horny, or that she was excited, or that she wasn't afraid beyond anything she had ever felt in her life.

"ERRRRRRRRAAAGH."

A pungent odor hit her nose and Liko was forced to confront the drooling Nikoking cock mere inches from her face. She couldn't even fit the tip into her mouth if she tried. Both hands together wouldn't even be enough to encircle it. It was nearly as thick as her frame. And this was supposed to go inside of her? She turned to Rosa for support, trembling, overcome with fits, but her friend was gone. Rosa stared at her partner's erection as though in the deepest love of her life, stroking the glans, rubbing her cheek against it, speaking raunchy nothings about it destroying her. "R-Rosa," Liko squeaked out. The girl didn't hear her. She shook her shoulder. "H-hey, Rosa." The older girl's eyes never wavered, dead set on her future course and infatuated with her lover's cock and all of its momentous implications.

Dan knelt in front of the girl. "Getting cold feet?"

Liko held herself, then nodded. "I-I'm sorry. I'm a bit—I think I underestimated the Nidoking's size." She repeated. "I'm sorry. I just don't know. I'm sorry."

"Your friend seems quite pleased with it, though. Haha." They watched as Rosa smooched the Nidoking's urethra, gobs of transparent precum splashing onto her face. Dan dapped his finger into the container and produced two fingers worth of jam. "You know, Nidoking won't engage in sex with anything other than a Nidoqueen unless they happen to secrete the same hormones. However, Nidoqueen hormones are somewhat, let's just say, tangy. You know, being a poison type and all." He walked on his knees over to Rosa, nudging himself between her legs. "This is why the Nidoking's phallus is so engorged. Nidoqueen secretions are quite powerful and lead to inflammation that can only be remedied by the Nidoking's own semen."

Liko's eyes went wide. "Wait. W-what are you doing? What are you about to do?"

Dan smirked. "Watch and see for yourself." He rubbed his coated fingers into Rosa's cunt, spreading the jam across her wet vulva. For a few anxious seconds, Liko watched as Rosa hardly reacted, a light moan here and there, but nothing overt. Nothing alarming or sinister. But then, as though possessed, she seized, back snapping, her entire body jittering. "AHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Her moans were an uneven mix of horror and lust as she began to sweat, perspiration beading from every pore as her skin grew reddish. She thrashed in place, rubbing, itching her cunt with twitchy hands, desperately trying to satiate whatever scalding pang was causing her discomfort. "HAAAH!!! HAAAAAH!!!! HELP!!! AHHHHHHN!!!!!" Liko watched the poor girl writhe in agony, too petrified to move to help her. She then watched as the Nidoking in front of her bent its monolithic frame over her tiny body, gripping her in both of its hands like a fragile little fleshlight, and lifting her into the air and ramming its giant cock into her pussy. Her moans became screams, loud, piercing, wailing cries. Liko beheld it all. All of it. Rosa's eyes bulging from their sockets despite the copious sweat and tears begging for them to clench shut. Her belly button, that wondrous thing which Liko loved, ballooned outwards, becoming an outie, the bulbous shape of the Nidoking's cock molding the shape of her flesh from the inside. The bulge pounded against the underside of her tits, bouncing them back, forcing them to topple over themselves and sag backwards as the monster suspended her on its cock. She saw Rosa's legs spread up and wide, higher than she had ever seen a woman's legs go, obtuse and poised like wings. She could see the crevice between her buttocks as they spread apart, above them the bulge of the Nidoking's cock in her body. Whatever noises she made, Liko was unable to discern whether they were good or bad. Good and bad simply didn't exist anymore.

"R-Rosa," Liko stuttered, near tears. A myriad of emotions which she failed to identify surged through her. All she could identify was Rosa and her baffling countenance. Was she smiling? Was she awestruck? She couldn't make sense of it. How could she seem at once to be experiencing the greatest pain and the greatest pleasure? It made no sense. Zero sense. She didn't understand it. Couldn't understand it. "Why?" Liko idly masturbated. "Why? Why? Why?" She wanted to crack open Rosa's head and see what was inside. To see what allowed her to do this. Which fried nerve? Which epigenetic aberration? She wanted to understand what compelled her to feel and to want what was ostensibly her own devastation. To understand what Rosa had that she lacked. To become Rosa. Liko wanted to be her. Cast her skin aside and sink into Rosa's. Why couldn't she be as beautiful as her? Why couldn't she be this fucking beautiful?

"Quite the sight, huh? Haha." Dan knelt between Liko's legs. "So, still feeling queer? Or shall we commence the breeding session?"

Liko panted, her nervous system stressed beyond anything she had ever experienced. "I don't know. I don't know. Why? I'm scared. Do it. Do it. Do it. Just do it. No. Fuck. Wait. Don't. Please. Do it. Oh my fucking god, Rosa. Rosa. I'm coming. I'll be with you soon."

Dan shrugged and slathered the jam across Liko's pussy, licking her inner thighs as he gave them each a merry clap. "You girls really are something else. To agree to fucking a Nidoking. Only people with a death wish would do that. Haha." He stood up and left Liko to her fate, plopping himself down into a chair with a notebook and pen. By the time he crossed his legs, Liko's entire body shuttled into fits, thrashing about the bed as a scalding sensation spread from her vulva to the rest of her body. She rubbed it, itched it, fingered it like mad, attempting to quell the fire torching her genitals with whatever quim she could muster. None of it worked. She just bucked her hips like a broken record needle, groaning in agony as her nerves plunged into overdrive. Yet, despite the discomfort and the fear, Liko didn't dislike it. She wouldn't say she liked it or disliked it, or that the experience was "good" or "bad." Those words carried with them judgments that she did not wish to make. But she realized somewhere inside of her that she didn't mind it. When the burn enveloped her entire body, there was an almost tranquil acceptance that this was exactly as horrifying as she expected and that, for better or for worse, experiencing this would make everything else seem easy. Any degenerate thought, wish, or fetish going forward would be child's play. She could handle anything. She could become just like Rosa, beautiful, insane, slutty, and womanly. The raging cum dumpster that she always knew the world wanted her to be. A good, obedient girl.

Isn't that right, Mollie?

Tell me I did good.

Please tell me I did good.

When the Nidoking wrapped its oversized hands around her tiny body and lifted her off the bed, all Liko could do was laugh. She did all of this conceivably to feel pleasure. More pleasure was always ideal. There was no such thing as too much pleasure. But as Liko felt the bumpy tip of her monster-type partner press against her cunt, she understood that the pleasure she would feel in this room—in this single hour of her decades long life—if it can even be described as pleasure and not something more primordial, ambiguous, or ratifying—everything else that came after it would never produce even a fraction of the intensity of sheer, raw feeling in her body as this Nidoking's cock, and everything else would be a downhill attempt to recapture this moment of enlightenment. She wished that she had followed Rosa's cue and kissed and sucked and worshiped the cock that would usher her into the second half of her life and thanked it for bringing her to this conclusion; for bringing her to a new age of being.

Liko screamed, but to say that she was Liko or that Rosa was Rosa following their penetrations was a questionable conceit. The girls felt in a visceral, corporeal fashion all of the disparaging beliefs that the world had been imparted upon them, and which they had willingly played into for the sake of manufactured kink. They felt that they were small and fragile creatures, minute specks of dust beneath the cosmic expanse of male ego whose bodies existed purely for the teleological purpose of being used for somebody else's pleasure. No amount of thinking it or acting it had ever allowed them to believe it as fully as the Nidoking's penetration allowed them to, but to feel it with such traumatic force—to witness it in the disfiguring of their own stretched stomachs—gave them no other option but to believe it, to internalize it, and to live it. And once the contradiction of such an irrational rationality settled, their minds, along with their bodies, broke—fully broke—and became incapable of not orgasming after every second's past, consecutively and uncontrollably like schizophrenic egg timers. The last thought Liko mustered before all of her vision became relegated to short term memory was that the Nidoking's cock pushing her womb up her torso made it feel like she had finally had something big on her chest like Rosa, and, for that final, fading second, she thought that the pills had worked.

For the rest of the hour, the Nidokings ravaged their bodies, inflating their bellies with the semen that promised them respite from the flames igniting their cunts. But they were girls and not Nidoqueens, so the burning continued, contrary to Dan's hypothesis, yet Dan eagerly brought out two more Nidoking for each of them to fuck and lathered their crotches with more jam and let the second round of breeding commence. Then, once they had ingested a second load of thick Nidoking spunk, Dan decided the last two could use some exercise, what with having been holed up in their Pokéballs for so long. He once again allowed the hulking monster-types to savagely fuck the girls to their hearts content, neither of them cogent enough to protest, just pretty broken sandbags in the shape of girls.

Dan snapped myriad pictures of Liko and Rosa writhing on the bed, permanent, open smiles etched into their faces, eyes forever dilated, pussies stretched wide as though fit with a speculum and cum of a viscous white consistency waterfalling down the bed skirts to the floor, the entire spread soaked in theirs and the Nidokings' liquids. Their limbs twitched and spasmed, all of their motor functions rendered inert from the extreme sensational overload which exceeded ten times the average human's tolerance capacity. They no longer knew that movement was a skill they were privileged with, resigned to reflexive jerks in their comas of libidinal Parkinsons. All of the nerve endings in their pussies had been stressed to the point of implosion, now hypersensitive and incapable of distinguishing one stimuli from the other, and, as such, misfired pleasure neurons indiscriminately hundreds of times a second, keeping the girls in an eternal state of orgasming insanity, regardless of whether the numbed nerves in their bodies could even compute that it was, in fact, pleasure that was forcing their orgasms. Dan made sure to take overhead shots, close-ups of their spasming organs, records of their ruined beauty for both personal use and as black market tenure before he officially thanked them. "You girls did well. Real well, I tell ya. Haha." External stimuli were dead to them. They just shuddered on the bed spread. Dan scanned their ruined bodies, still full of cum and wet and red all over. Then Dan unzipped his trousers and crawled on top of them, molesting them one at a time, ejaculating on their sexes, licking their desirables. He pretended this never happened and zipped himself back up before packing all of his belongings. "Well, it was fun girls," he said, wiping his hand of cum with Rosa's hanging tongue and drying it with Liko's hair. "I'm not sure who will find you two, but I'm certainly glad you two found me tonight. Haha. Take care." He closed the door behind him, leaving with a cocky, accomplished grin. Liko willed her hand to move, each shaky twitch only covering inches of the bed at a time for minutes on end until the fingertips reached Rosa's. "R-R-R-R-R-R-RooOoOosaaAAAaa," she said. "M-M-MooooOoOoRee. MooOoRRRrrEeE." Liko forgot and remembered and relearned of the girl's existence every second she spent looking at her, all of her memory being used to watch Rosa stutter the word "cock" over and over and mentally masturbating to the sexual goddess laying in a pool of her own fluids next to her. Her gorgeous breasts, her bulging, hot tummy, her kissable face, her smooth armpits, her luscious thighs, her very lascivious essence to which Liko had so desperately aspired. Liko kept all of that in her vision and cried while locked into a never-ending cycle of orgasms. The two were eventually found by a janitor and recovered by Mollie soon after for immediate physical therapy. It would take two weeks of Hypno therapy to recalibrate their minds and another week of re-education before they remembered who and what they were: two girls in over their heads, but who had a lot of heart to give.

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This is by far the longest single chapter that I have ever written for a fanfic at 18,204 words. I've seen other authors crank out numbers like those on a regular basis, but I just can't realistically write this much. As such, I consider this chapter to be a personal achievement. Never would I have envisioned myself creating something like this, so I tried my best to make it a memorable chapter. I hope as time goes on I will still be able to look back at this one with pride.

My apologies to Liko and Rosa for being the subjects of this particularly difficult odyssey. I assure you, dear reader, they have insurance. I promise that the next time we see them their stories will be nicer. I'm not usually one for "bad ends," but I felt this particular case fit thematically with what I wanted to convey. Hopefully you thought so, too.

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