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Canari always wondered what cum tasted like. Not in a sexual way, just like, you know, how it felt on the tongue. Was it thick or watery? What was the mouth feel like? All that good stuff. She’d always put things in her mouth that she shouldn’t have. That was half the reason she even wore the mask.

So now, in her own streaming room no less, she coped with the shame of a facial by slipping a dollop of cum off her caramel skin and tasting it. It was thick, alright. A silvery, glossy goo that coated her tongue in the… Huh. It had no flavor. It was a hot wad of fresh nothing… Kinda good, not gonna lie. It went down like honey down her throat, the sensation lingering there for a moment. When she felt it slip down into her tummy, her pussy got wet… Fuck, did she actually like this shit?

She looked at Gabriel for a moment to see if the feeling stuck.  He was… y’know. A guy. A hot guy, allegedly. Everybody knew Gabriel did his damnedest to thirst-trap fans all the time. Even now, the way guys looked did nothing for Canari. His lean muscle was, you know… fine, his abs were alright, and even his face that girls screamed over - that shiny, toothy, slightly sadistic grin.

It was aight. 

His cock, though? Fuck. Especially the way it curved into her sweet spot. Canari had to bite her lip; otherwise, she’d think about popping that thing back in her mouth. 

She loved the feeling of that cock ruining her mouth, the way it invaded her throat, stretched it out, made her muscles tense. She loved the feedback. She loved how it throbbed when aroused, how it got girthier the more intense things became, the way it shrunk slowly after he came. Cock was, in fact, pretty sick.

Was that allowed? Could a girl with a girlfriend say that much?

Gabriel was on his phone, chuckling. Not that Canari wanted to cuddle with a guy, let alone a guy like that, but the dude was absolutely clueless on aftercare. Men…

“You’re gonna delete that video.” Canari tried to make her voice a growl, but it was too hoarse from herr throatfuckling. It came out like a weak little mewl. 

“Depends,” Gabriel said, tilting his head in mock puzzlement. “Are you gonna give up that pussy to me?”

A hot flash of dismay pooled in her stomach. The misogynistic comment was a super-effective gut punch to her pride and her sexuality. Yet all her anger and disgust could not dam up the drooling mouth between her thighs. 

“I’m kidding. The fuck do I look like, Chairman Rose?” Gabriel chuckled before scrolling through his phone. A new feeling filled her, shit, was she disappointed? It was like her body had begun to crave cock like comfort food or something. What the fuck was wrong with her?

“Good,” Canari lied. “Don’t think this fucking… whatever this was was gonna be a real thing! And Gwynn… If you so much as try to rope Gwynn into this. I’ll fucking end you…” 

“Pfft. Like I could convince her. That girl is pure team gay, even I know that.”

“Yeah. Good.” 

“Well, I'd better bounce. I doubt your pops is gonna want a guy sleeping over, and there’s probably a bit of time to crack some skulls in the ZA Royale. If you ever need a co-stream, or your guts rearranged, you know who to call.”

Even his swaggering gait was annoying, and this coming from the TM87 Queen of Swagger…

“Dick…” Canari grumbled. Mmm, dick… 

That night, Canari didn’t sleep. That wasn’t too uncommon, sometimes she was always just spending time talking to Gwyn. No, instead, she silenced her phone, hopped legs spread into her chair, and commenced ‘self-love time.’

She had many tabs open, each overstimulating her slutty little brain as they played their lurid contents. 

Hot goths. 

Hot goths groped.

Hot petite goths groped, 

Hot petite goths sex. Hot 

d*ke goth destroyed…

“Fuck…” Canari whined, her little toy was working its magic, sucking the soul out of her big clit. She had to double-check to make sure she hadn’t gone live by accident. It was… quite impossible to do outside of opening her stream. Still, the fear was there, and that fear in itself was a turn on.

“Spikemuth slut turned into slampig in an alley” Was the current video Canari shilicked herself silly to. Gwynn would never wear such a punk goth aesthetic, but that Marnie style gym gear with the midriff exposed would be to die for on Gwynn. It was just some slutty Marnie cosplayer being stuffed with all too much cock, all too fast.’

It was totally fake. There was a fucking watermark in the corner, but that didn’t stop Canari’s imagination. Lumiose could be a scuzzy place, and she and Gwynn knew full well how many perverts watched her streams for all the wrong reasons. Normally, she wouldn’t even give time of day to those assholes, but…

“Fuck…” She whined, her thighs spasmed a little as a mini-orgasm thrummed through her squelching folds. 

Cock was cock.

She imagined Gwynn making the same little gagging sounds. Sticky strands of throat mucus flecking those cute, round cheeks of hers. Her arms were pulled back by the guy beating up her pussy, and her head held tight as her throat got pounded. Canari imagined herself as the guy getting sucked off. “That’s a good bitch, take it…” She whined into her room. Gwynn couldn’t take it. She knew that for a fucking fact. Gwynn whined when Canari slipped a finger inside her. She’d be a squealing little whore, flailing in vain with her cute hands and feet. 

So many feelings filled her in that moment. Shame, disgust, arousal, excitement, fear, elation, freedom, and just plain fun. Why the fuck was she like this? Why did she suddenly like cock so much? Why the fuck did she get so aroused imagining Gwynn getting used like that…

And why should she care? 

As good as the toy was, and how passionately her fingers strummed her juicy pussy, Canari couldn’t make herself orgasm the same way anymore. She wanted fingers in her hair, a cock down her throat, balls slapping her chin. The demeanment and loss of control. Could… could girls even do that? Could they go that hard doing that? Canari thought for a moment between sweaty gasps. There was… whatever Jacinthe and Lebanne had going on, but Canari felt a ghastly shudder thinking of it. Nope, she wanted to be held down and used, not enslaved.

And then she thought of Gabriel. It was odd. The image of him still did nothing for her. It was just… alright. There was no beauty to be found in his abs or his jawline, or whatever else the hell people fangirled over him for. It was what he could do that turned her on, and the fact that they both disliked each other. 

“Haah…” Gwynn fucking hated him too... Probably more than Canari. But would Gwynn hate her for what she had done, been forced to do? Had she even been forced? She could have just accepted the fucking loss for once, but…

“Fuck…” How the fuck did Gwynn’s hatred of Gabriel make it hotter!? Just the idea of Gwynn’s dull, judgmental eyes glaring at Gabriel as he slid his cock inside her, pushed her thighs back, and took her to pound town? Oh

Oh fuck…

Canari came from a mix of guilt and shame, her juices spattered the towel she always set down when she killed off. She woke up maybe an hour later, as she heard the union boys set up shop early, beginning their usual morning routine of drinking too much coffee and arm wrestling each other.

She sat there, her juices dampening the towel. The moans still peaked through her headphones, the images in her mind still steaming her body. 

“Fuck…” Canari said, slowly beginning to rub her pussy. That was another thing she lacked that guys had. Post nut clarity. A guy like Gabriel would at least feel bad for jerking off to orientation play, at least a little. No, not Canari. She needed more. Needed to see that sexy girlfriend of hers stretched out. At the very least… in her mind's eye. 

So even as the dawn began to settle in, and workers began their jackhammering, Canari did a different sort of jacking, for hours on end. 

G-Volt! <3

Good afternoon, my love.’

Sleep well?

Adequately.

Me too! 

Down for some T?

Canari, ‘Tea’ is three letters.
Abbreviating it is a waste of
time…

Also, the sugar concoction
You call tea is pushing
the concept

Fuk U

But you know I’d do
anything for you, Canari

Being with Gwynn made Canari a lot more fitful now. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her, far from it. G-volt and Canari 2 the Death! As chat always said… No, it was two things. The first was the obvious guilt. No matter how she sliced it, Canari had been unfaithful. Why am I such a fucking sore loser… She beat herself up for it for the 100th time. But also, her body didn’t regret the feeling of it.

It had felt too good, and it had helped her understand things about her sexuality, scratching an itch she had always felt, but never knew what it was. 

“You okay, Canari? Is the tea too bitter?” Gwynn looked at her with those low-lidded, rheumy eyes - eyes that were cold for anybody else. It was half concern, half sarcasm. Canari had ordered a double-mango Clamperl special. Gwynn, Earl Grey.

They had brought the tea home. The rest of the Fist of Justice were out on a cross-country across Kalos. Ivor was probably in Shalour City by now, the rest were probably, like, dead. Ivor was impossible to keep up with in anything physical. 

Even chugging her concoction of diabetes and dopamine didn’t give her as much joy as as getting clapped by a cock creature did. 

“Nah, G-volt.” She smiled and looked at how beautiful her girlfriend was. Her ever-present frown curled into a half smile, one that brought out how soft and kissable her lips were. I bet they could suck a cock like a motherfucker… Canari thought. She really liked lips, always had…

“What is it? Are there crumbs on my face?” 

“You just look so beautiful, G-Volt. You shock my socks off.” Even that lame bit of praise melted the gothic girl into a puddle of warmth.

“C-Canari…” Gwynn gasped, eyes flitting about as if they weren’t in her room. “Don’t say such things.” Arceus, now it made sense why Litwick had been Gwynn’s childhood partner. She melted as easily as wax did. Ooey Gooey, and hers to mold as she saw fit. Gwynn would do anything Canari said when she was turned on. But Canari made sure everything was a sweet nothing that Gwynn was comfortable with. 

“It’s not like Ivor’s here to hear us, like he’d catch on anyway,” 

“I suppose that’s true, but…” 

Canari slipped her mask down, took a slow, seductive sip through her boba straw, and locked eyes with Gwynn. She got the picture, signified by the sudden bloom of pink on her pretty face. 

“Maybe we should go upstairs.” 

“Yes… let’s,”

G-volt’s room was as cozy as it always was, dully lit by blue-flamed candles and just enough light filtering through the blinds. It was filled with plushies of Ghost Pokemon most wouldn’t call all that cuddly. Banettes, Dusknoir, Runerigus, and about a million Litwicks. A fresh sheet was set on the bed, a crumpled, damp one, hastily kicked under the bed. Canari was gooner enough to know what that meant. Hot. It helped Canari’s ego knowing her girl had already came buckets to her.

She turned back to her prize, the lovely, supple Gwynn.

“Kiss me.” Gwynn leaned in first, closing her eyes to savor it all, but it was Canari’s lips that crashed into hers, her tongue that slid in a moment later. 

“Mmm…” Gwynn moaned, her body arched into Canari. Even under all that baggy anonymity, their breasts shifted together like the world's softest tectonic plates. 

As always, it was Canari who slid her hands under Gwynn’s shirt, feeling the squish of her soft, pliable skin, the heat billowing under all those layers, and the lightning that jolted Gwynn’s body into hers.

Her tongue constricted Gwynn’s. She danced to her tune, moaned to her rhythm. Gwynn tentatively pressed a hand against Canari’s chest, and the streamer used one of her own to press it closer and goad her into unzipping, groping, and worshipping her body. 

Canari pulled away to see the steamy syrup of her labor. A silvery trail of saliva linked them together as they stared fuck-me eyes into each other. 

“Good thing Ivor isn’t here, I can make you squeal that way I love,” Canari smirked. 

“Even if he was, he wouldnt-aahh!” Gwynn started, before Canari's hand slipped down her pants. Muscle memory and heat detection guided her fingers to Gwynn’s cunt. She knew just the rhythm to stoke her with, to make her feel nice and warm, and to ruin those cute cotton panties of hers. 

She chose the latter option,

Rub…

Rub…

Gentle pinch…

Kiss…

Repeat. 

Even through all those layers of clothes, Canari could hear the sodden squish her fingers made. Gwynn’s plump thighs shuddered against it all, trying to brook the incoming flood. Gwynn had no stamina, but lots of extra lives, to put it into Gamerspeak. She was approaching her first flood now. Canari could tell by the way her moans pitched into shallow husky breaths.

“C’mon, Gvolt… Cum.” Canari ordered

And with that sweet demand, she did as Canari bade and came. The rush of wetness was hot, slick, deliciousness, but not nearly as delicious as the control Canari had over Gwynn. 

“There we go, G-volt. One orgasm for you… And now one orgasm for me…”

They continued more properly on the bed. That is, with Gwynn face down against Canari’s cunt, her plump, fuckable ass wriggling up in the air. What Canari would give to see that shit jiggle. It wasn’t like Hilda big. That bitch was probably why Canari was so fucking gay, but it was soft neet thicc. None of those words were sacred, but they made sense to Canari.

As Gwynn topped Canari, she imagined that her clit was a cock, Gwynn wasn’t her girlfriend, but her bitch. 

Fuck… Why do I keep thinking about that shit? The more she thought of Gabriel and his cock, the more that green jolt of envy filled her chest. Why did that guy get to slam bitches with a bitchbreaker? Why not Canari? 

She wasn’t gonna lie. Cocks sounded pretty rad. Peeing in the bushes, jerking off, shooting white wads across the room. Pumping bitches so hard their tits jiggle. Man, she wanted one… But not bad enough to do anything crazy.

She grabbed Gwynn’s messy mop of hair and began to rub her pussy into that sweet mouth. She imagined the phantom thrust of her cock, Gwynn’s pale coral lips stretching to take her girth. A little gag, the trickle of mascara down her cheek, and the submissive plea to be gentle

But not too gently…

“Fuck… Canari groaned. Gwynn’s head was flush against Canari’s soaked cunt by now, her cute nose nestled in Canari’s trim shock of hair. “That’s a good girl. Eat up that pussy for me. Mmm… with that slutty little tongue,”

Just thinking about Gwynn’s mouth being full of her mound was arousing enough. Even more arousing was the idea that her throat could be full of cock, and taking it just as obediently. Fuck… Canari would kill for that right now, but she was pretty confident in her womanhood at the same time. Being a guy still sounded kind of gross, but having a cock… Or just even seeing Gwynn take it. It would ruin her. 

The orgasm peaked swiftly and suddenly. One minute she was imagining Gwynn losing her man-virginity, and then the next second her thighs spasmed, a rush of heat surged in her, and she baptised Gwynn in her juices. Even that, Gwynn lapped it up with sweet obedience.

They went for hours like that. Devouring each other, basking in each other’s warm embrace, and both at the same time. Mmm… especially both at the same time.

“Oh Arceus…” Gwynn would whine before cumming her brains out. Canari loved the familiarity, the understanding, even the control she had over Gwynn’s body. 

Even cuddling her right now, she felt Gwyn mold to her shape, not vice versa. God, G-volt was her girl. At the same time, though. Sometimes a girl needed to be used. She wondered, cuddling Gwynn in her arms, if Gwynn had the same bad curiosities Canari had. Would Gwynn hate her if she told her her fantasies and realities? Would it even matter if she did? Ahh fuck… This thinking shit was for the birds. Canari was a fucking e-celeb. She wasn’t paid to think! 

Hey

Uhh…

Hey?

Why are you texting me? 

STFU }:(

I Need 2 ask u smthg

If you’re trying to get cock, I have a tournament viewing stream tomorrow
My goat Raihan is in Top 4. Chocolate King fr

1. U.
   Also holy glaze O.o
   U sure ur not the gay one?

Right back fucking at you.

I wntd 2 ask if u find G-volt hot. 

I…

I guess. 

You’re not gonna believe me, 

I haven’t really thought about it

Dick

Fuck U

I like fucking with her, but all that baggy clothing… I guess it leaves a lot of room to the imagination. Idk not my type. 

Now Shauntal on the other hand…

She’s a lot curvier neath the stuff

More Bttm hvy than me ;)

But that’s all ur gtting from me. 

She’s off limits. 

Like

cmpltly off limits

Ur gttng castraded if u try and do smthng

That’s not how you spell castrate dumbass.

F… U!!!

BTW we got that little stream collab coming up. 

Any ideas?

We don’t exactly have the most on screen chemistry.

How about you get those tits out. All those Canatic gooners of yours will have a field day with that

My fans arent even liek that…

(Doubt x)

Fuck U. 

…

How about…

Gwynn pinched the bridge of her nose as if trying to stop the blush blooming across her pale features. “By Arceus, Canari. Of all the hackneyed streaming ideas… a hot tub stream!?”

Canari had expected that. She also predicted that Gwynn would do whatever her sweet Canari wanted.

“It’s management shit, G-Volt. The last thing I need is to be alone with that bastard Gabriel,” Canari lied. “I need you here so he doesn’t do any weirdo shit,” 

Gwynn sighed, squirmed a little, blushed… “Only so he doesn’t touch you…” Gwynn said. “It’s just… You know, I feel like the last couple of streams have gotten a little risque.” 

“Blame the old man for not having the AC on.” And chat for being some pervs… Canari had humored Gabriel and partly unzipped her top for a minute on stream. One fucking minute and the shit was clipfarmed, sent, saved, and jacked off to who knows how many times. As it turns out, the adage is true: sex sells. 

She wasn’t a sellout or anything. It’s just the truth. 

“C’mon. It’s like a fire and forget, one and done sorta deal. With the revenue we’ll get, I’m seeing an Alola trip in our future~”

“You know how much the sun loathes me, Canari…”

Canari put on her feminine wiles, sashaying into Gwynn’s sweetspot. “I can’t speak for the sun, but I can say this: I  love you so much, G-volt…” Canari slipped her mask up and gave a lingering, wanting kiss on Gwynne’s lips. She loved those kisses still. Gwynn’s lips were soft, pliant, so tender. Nothing like Gabriel’s hard, almost forceful kisses…

“Canari…” Gwynn moaned

Another kiss, this one with tongue. Boom, turned on like a Thunderbolt to a light switch. Canari pulled away, looking at the awakened desire in Gwynn’s eyes. At times like these, Gwynn would do whatever Canari wanted. A tempting thought…

“Got a swimsuit, G-volt?”

“My love, I haven’t gone swimming since I was 7… and even then Ivor threw me in!”

“I was hoping you’d say that… Cause I got you one.” Canari’s smile was devious under her mask. The swimsuit was within arm’s reach on the bed. A cursory look at it would make it look more like stickers than swimwear.  “Ta-daaaa!” 

“What… what the hell is that!?”

“Your swimwear!”

“That!? That barely counts for any sort of wear! And the tan lines in that would be like sin burned into my flesh!” Gwynn huffed. Poor, pale Gwynn, who couldn’t hide a blush if she tried. 

“We’re gonna be in a Lumiose hot tub, silly. At night. There aren’t any tan lines to think of,” Canari could barely hold back her devilish, sapphic smile. Gwynn was gonna look hot as fuck in the most degen way possible… “I chose this cause I know how soft and sensitive your body is, babe. You’ll love it.

“Y-you didn’t have to…” Gwynn was so close…

“Are you gonna put that little number on for me?” Canari said, batting her eyes

“That little number is more like a fraction with how little…” Gwynn looked once in her eyes, and she was lost. There was something about Chandelure that Gwynn had told her. That if you looked into its flame, the soul or whatever got burned or something. Canari liked to think that she had the same effect on Gwynn, just replace burned with turned on. “Fine! Only for you…” 

“Only for me.” Canari smiled

And so Gwynn put on the daring swimsuit Canari had picked out for her. If there was a stage a Venonat’s hair above “Micro Bikini,” this was it. An absolutely slut-tastic swimsuit, perfectly undercut by the cute little Litwick decal on the left cup! Said decal was about the size of the cup itself, but that only made it hotter. It was the perfect intersection of cute and slutty that Canari loved to toe the line of. Gwynn didn’t wear it with as much pride. She sank into the hot tub, better to vanish amidst the view of rolling bubbles. Her embarrassment only made the water, as well as herself, hotter.

Canari was in her Alola swimsuit and style. She hadn’t worn it in a while, and the images were ah… let’s say, popular online. She was quite proud of the Bonjour-Lola dance challenge that she had made, even more so because it caused chaos amongst the tourists in Alola airports and venues. Canari quite liked showing skin on her own terms. It just felt comfortable for the most part. FSor a hot tub stream, though, you went big or went home. 

Gabriel, being a filthy man, did not do much for his appearance. He had swim trunks with a Krookodile pattern and sunglasses. Very fashionable… Compared to the twin goddesses of vanilla and caramel that were Gwynn and Canari, he was an underripe aspear berry. Nobody liked aspear berries.

Chat was being chat. Oohing, Ahhhing, and spamming that weird ass Beedrill emote. You know the one. 

They talked about inane shit for the most part, typical stream collab stuff. Frankly, neither one of them wanted to do any hot tub stream. Canari was all about gaming, and Gabriel was all about battles and tournament shit. They had chemistry, but this was hardly a Pokestar classic. But looking at the view count… woof. 

“Looks like all that Canari bread is going to your hips, ain’t it Canari?” Gabriel said. Canari blushed. He was just clip farming, playing up the douche he was. He wasn’t that bad irl… sort of, but he always did try to push Canari’s buttons. Gwynn glared a death glare at him.

“Pfft. You couldn’t handle my hips.” Canari smirked, sending a shit-eating grin to the camera. “And they’re not even the widest here!” Just seeing Gwynn’s eyes widen as big as saucers in the vod made the dirty line worth it. Canari was hardly a femme fatale in terms of wit, she realized. She quite literally lived out of her garage. Chat didn’t seem to care, all sorts of lewd comments came through, too fast for the mods to stop, especially since Gwynn wasn’t there to run it with an iron fist of justice. 

She wasn’t gonna lie. The dirty talk from chat, about her breasts floating, about how sexy she looked, and how they “erroneously” suspected that Gabriel had fucked her already. 

“Never. Not in a million years. Right, G-volt?” Above the water, everything looked innocuous, but under the waves, Canari palmed her girlfriend’s thunder thighs, massaging her fingers in all the familiar spaces. Yep, she was wet too… Fuck that was hot.  

Gabriel chillaxed in the corner, a confident smirk as he read all sorts of chat. 

“Is Gwynn single? She looks so cute AAAAAAAGGGGH” The superchat said. It made Gwynn go scarlet. 

“W-w-w-hat!?” 

“Hey man… Not fucking cool. Ban that guy.” Canari frowned. Under the water, she was practically bunching up her swimsuit with how she was twisting her thighs. The thought… no, the act of Gwynn being objectified by chud canatics? God… she was straight up horny right now. 

As the night passed, Canari made sure to play up a few moneyshots. When the camera was on her, she adjusted her top, nice and slow, making her jiggle. And speaking of Jiggle, she just knew that 10-second clip of Gwynn’s sizable booty bouncing would be clipped, slow-mo’ed, gooned to, and tributed within 24 hours. Hell, Canari would too if she had a cock. 

Fucking Arcues… It wasn’t good for Canari to get this hot and bothered on stream, especially with an after-party after this. And no, it wasn’t the cuddlefuck the brains out of G-volt kind of horny. It was the other kind of horny. She popped her mask up a bit, eyed the camera, and licked her lips. For the lols. She was definitely gonna get up to no good tonight…

U better delete those fucking picz once your done looking.

Damn… You weren’t kidding about her being bottom heavy. What do they call it in Paldea? Torta?

STFU… But yeah her azz is pretty plush ;P

U wont touch it tho ;P

Yeah Yeah….

We’ll see… 

Holy fuck dude. Call us Team Rocket the way we blasted off with a bag!” Canari could see dollar signs, looking at the stats of the stream vod already. Records broken. Clips farmed, gallons lost. All that good stuff. 

“Yeah, I gotta say, I’m jealous of you, Canari. You can piss on your audience, and they’d call it lemonade.” 

“Don’t think I haven’t thought about it.” Canari pulled her mask down to stick her tongue out. She moved it as teasingly as she did enticingly, and also kind of drunk-like. The party they went to was SBC-sponsored. Not exactly a Jacinthe Party, but still a bit freaky. High-class stuff, and she and Gabriel were technically celebrities. The food was good, and so were the drinks. Canari was buzzed, Gabriel was pretty tipsy, and Gwynn was sloshed. 

“How is Evil Queen Sabrina doing over there?” 

“Oh, she’s cooked, chat.”

“Off a few girly shots!”

“G-Volt doesn’t drink, dickhead. You’re lucky I didn’t go home with her. If Ivor found out you egged her into taking a shot of anything, you’d be a red splat on his doormat. 

“Is that guy that strong?” 

“He arm-pinned a Machamp in a training match.”

“...Good call.” 

Gwynn really was sleeping beauty. In her fancy black dress, too, conservative, except showing that little bit of thigh that Canari coaxed her into. She slept both angelically and like the dead. 

“So she’s like out cold cold, right?” 

“Yeah, she can sleep through most anything.”

Gabriel turned to her and raised his eyebrow. “Does that mean we can fool around?

Canari blushed. Fuck… a man made her blush! God, she was going to lesbian hell, wasn’t she? 

Still, she felt warm… Gabriel was pretty well built for a guy, but she didn’t give a shit about that. Muscles weren’t that attractive, and given her family ran the biggest construction crew around, bulging pecs were about a dime a dozen as far as Canari was concerned. But… 

Yeah, Canari wasn’t gonna lie, she was pretty turned on. And the more she thought, the more turned on she got. Maybe she should just, y’know, turn her brain off and do it. 

Something about Gwynn being right there made her all the more turned on. That was wrong. Or was it so hot because it was so wrong? Canari didn’t really know or care, the hypocrisy of it all stirred her up into a fervor. 

Gabriel grabbed a handful of her backside. Canari gave him a little shimmy while pushing him away. Gotta play hard to get with manthings, right?

“How much you wanna bet that she doesn’t wake up, no matter how hard I fuck you?” His hand seized her supple, sliding under her dress to grope it bare.

That bastard. He knew that the only thing Canari loved more than sex was a challenge.

“Double or nothing.” I bet we’re done in ten minutes…” 

“The guest room is good.”

“No.” Gabriel's fingers wound against the hem of her top and yanked. Canari’s pretty caramel tits came popping out. 

“We’re doing it my way. On the bed. Let’s put on a show for Sleeping Beauty. 

*

“Holy shit…” Canari whined, practically gagging on her pillow. Her legs flailed helplessly, well as much as they could flail. Gabriel only needed one hand to press her upper body into the sheets, making her take backshot after backshot after backshot. Even the soft, white expanse of hotel Richissime’s master bed lurched under the duress of Gabriel’s thrusts. 

Rock hard heat crashed into her, dragged against her sweetest and most unreachable walls before pumping back in to ruin her spasming hole yet again. He was right, she couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take it at all

That didn’t stop Grabiel from prone boning her, his hard breaths hot as a Charizard’s fucking fire blast as he used the streamer. On the other bed, Gwynn slept as serenely as a Jigglypuff. Just how pretty she looked 

“Kissy time, bitch.” Gabriel forced her head up. The kiss crashed against her plush lips moments later. Yep… way stronger than Gwynn, and she fucking loved Gwynn’s kisses. They were soft, sweet, and full of love and a submissive desire for Canari alone. 

Gabriel’s were hard, impatient, hungry, selfish, and sex-addling. In the tongue-twisting battle for dominance, Canari stood no chance. Her lips were already slick and dripping, and not just up top either. 

“That’s a cute hairdo you have.” Canari felt his knuckles grab a handful of her hair and pull back. Canari’s mouth popped off the pillow, and she was moaning hot and loud into the open air. “Your girlfriend do it for you?”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!.” Her voice was higher-pitched than she remembered it being, her moans stupider. Her thoughts were fucking stupid, too. All she saw were stupid colors that exploded every time that cock sheathed every inch inside her…

He better not… fucking… wake up… 

Plap!

Fuck…

Canari’s body shuddered in silent, shocking euphoria. Her juices quenched the sheets a pale grey, her mind practically frothed over with lust, and none that stopped that big fucking bully battering her insides. 

“Holy fuck, she’s still fucking sleeping.” Gabriel said in awe His loins never lost focus, slamming Canari with.”

“Hey Gwynn, Wakey wakey!” Gabriel taunted, “I’m fucking your girl so good she’s gushing on me.”

“N-no talking that’s cheat-aaahn…” 

Her moans got Gabriel’s attention. “And speaking of cheating…” His hands seized her hips, dragging them back as he forced his way inside her all too pliant walls. “How’s it feel to be a loose little lesbo for daddy?”

“Haaah…” 

Her body fought back and took it obediently all at the same time. Her legs and feet were flailing limp as her Tyanmo had been. They kicked Gabriel’s back and rear helplessly, which only seemed to goad his rough, rhythmic thrusts. 

The thong pulled to the side felt as sharp as fangs as her pert ass bounced. Gabriel let go of her hair, dropping her head unceremoniously on the drool spot on the pillow. One hand went to press forcefully against the small of her back, the other clutching at her hip. The 

“How’s that cock feeling?” 

“Canari saw a light spot suddenly illuminate, and the shadow of her well-used body. He was recording her. He was fucking recording her.

“Her pussy drooled as her hips pressed back against him. Canari only realized he had no condom on when she felt the fleshy kiss of his cockhead against her womb. 

“Yeah, you like that… where’d that fucking fight go? The same place as your little les’ virginity is right now… That’s a good girl. Gwynn can’t do this for you, can she?”

No. 

No she couldn’t. That wasn’t some manbrained boast. That was a simple fact. Gwynn didn’t have a cock. Never would for all intents and purposes. Even if she had a strap the same size as Gabriel, even bigger, she wouldn’t have the strength, the hunger, that masculine urge to claim the eerie woman he fucked.

Canari came. An airless, ragged sort of orgasm. Ethereal in its heat. She didn’t have the energy to spasm. Her body spurting quim like her Elektross surged electricity. The expensive white sheets were stained a sloppy grey, the labor of a poor maid came the day afterwards. 

Not only that, but Canari fainted. 

When she came to, she only saw the red, glossy blur of the digital clock. She couldn’t read the numbers. She could feel her leg hoisted over Gabriel’s shoulder, her toes twitching as he pumped inside her, harder but slower. 

“Fuck… pussy this good is wasted going girl only…” He boasted. Maybe that was true… It was clear that her body craved this and had likely craved it forever. 

“Just… fucking cum…” She groaned. She didn’t specify where. 

“When I want to. I’m gonna savor this…” 

She lost herself in the futility of fighting back. Her body gave out and accepted the shame, the dull pain, and the utter bliss of being taken like this. She was a camera now. A slutty little camera, her head splayed sideways, her raised hips strained, yet trained to keep itself up. Her wet eyes captured the sight of Gwynn lying on the bed, facing away, sleeping soundly. Even from here, she could see that curve of hip she kept hidden from the world. Fuck was her girlfriend hot. 

Gwynne was hot in the vulnerable sort of way. The kind of girl a creep would grope. They wouldn’t have the guts to touch Canari, but Gwynn? She’d squeal, blush, but she’d take it, waiting for the moment of shameful bliss to end.

If Canari was taking it this badly, Gwynn couldn’t fight back either. She came so easily with Canari’s fingers, taking a cock in that clingy cunt of hers would… 

Canari came again, her body on autopilot. She barely felt it, barely heard the haughty laughter, nor felt the slap of her ass as he continued to hammer her. She was far more focused on the fantasy of giving her girl away like fuckmeat.

“If you win… You can have a night with Gwynn” God… She wanted to say that so bad right now… She’d try and win, of course. Canari still liked winning. The crazy thing. Gwynn would agree. She’d agree in a second if it made Canari happy. 

God, there’s that shame again. It was even more of a turn on than the pleasure. Why did wrong things feel so right? Maybe she was hiding her little situationship just to fucking spice it up in her slutty mind…

“Fuck…” Her ears picked up the groan, her pussy feeling the way his cock throbbed. Even with the few experiences she had, she had already mastered the primal instinct of when a man was gonna cum. She had no energy to fight back playfully, but somehow she found all the fucking strength in the world to tighten up her walls. She was on the pill… A thing she never thought she had to worry about or say.

Arceus, that was hot…

This time, Gabriel came before Canari, if only by a few seconds. 

Frankly, she hadn’t expected a creampie to feel this good. No wonder people and Pokemon had so many babies… The heat flooded her womb like it was made for filling. Rope after rope splattered in her room, alighting a forbidden endorphin rush she had never felt before. It warmed every part of her, scratched every itch. And she had nothing to do but fucking take it, take the risk of getting bred. She could barely hear; she was cumming so hard. She only felt the vibrations of his roaring groans, the slap of his hips holding her down to seed her just right.

“My pussy…” She heard, in some faint corner of darkness. 

A faint blue light woke her up. She woke up, nuzzled against Gabriel’s arm as he edited a video on his laptop. Taking a peek at it, it was some raw footage of a Battle Royale. Say what you want about the guy, but he worked pretty hard. 

“Damn, and you’re still up before Gwynn.” He chuckled. “Move that big ass head of yours, my arm is falling asleep.” Ugh, and he was back to boorish loser Gabriel mode. Canari moved over and regretted the movement. Her body ached in the best of ways, but it still ached. 

“Yeah, Gwynn sleeps like the fucking dead. That’s why ghost types like her so much.” Canari yawned to get the pang of discomfort out of her. What was it guilt? Or perhaps had she wanted Gwynn to wake up that entire time? Arceus, was that why she was moaning so loudly? 

God, dick really awakened something in her. She looked over at Gwynn. She slept on her side, the silky black dress sculpting out her curvy lower half in sharp relief. Even Gabriel was stealing a peek. 

“Hey, bad boy. That’s momma’s.” She grabbed his chin and playfully turned it towards her. 

“There’s no way Gwynn calls you mommy.” 

“She calls me a lot of things.” 

“20 bucks, she’ll call me daddy once I’m done with her.”

Fuck… that was hot. If Canari had the excuse to be drunk, she might entertain the idea. Or at least sow the seeds for it. 

“I’m kidding!” Gabriel said. He must have taken Canari’s silence for a threat.

“Hmm, maybe I can make it so you’re not kidding one of these days.” 

It was official, orientation play was one of Canari’s kinks. Hell, it may be the kink. How should she describe it… It was like the feeling over over-eating on sweets. She had overindulged, but something about that overindulgence tasted good. Not the healthiest of mindsets, no. Sinfully sweet though.

 “I’m not letting you go to bed with a half chub with my girlfriend. Whip it out now.” 

“Are you… threatening me with a blowjob?”

“No!” Canari lied. “I just don’t want you walking around with thoughts of fucking ravishing my girlfriend!” Those thoughts are only for me… 

“Pfft. No way. Your blowjobs aren’t even that good.” 

“Is that a challenge?” Canari loved challenges. 

This time it was Canari’s turn to yank down garment. Sure enough, Gabriel’s cock flopped free. Her eyes glistened with craving. She didn’t need words now, she needed that cock down her throat. 

Gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck…

The soft, sinful sound sang through the worm, imperceptible to most, least of all Gwynn. Canari cared, but then again, she didn’t. Canari was the best. Best gamer, best battler, best girlfriend. 

It would be a shame if she wasn’t the best cocksucker, right?