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Her kisses tasted of fresh lip balm, sour candy, and love itself. Plump, kissable lips hidden from the world by a mask were bared only to her. Arceus… Gwynne couldn’t get enough of them.
“Mmm…” She gasped a hot ‘I love you’ into Canari’s mouth. Canari gasped as well, and Gwynne used that moment to slip her tongue in. She could feel the warmth and love slip across her own tongue before she swallowed it to warm her heart, her tummy, and her womanhood in between. Yes, pure womanhood, that was what this kiss was. Two girls becoming one as girls should do…
It was Canari, as always, who pushed her away. “C-calm down, you horny dumbass. We’re still in public…” That they were, in one of Gwynne’s haunts, an alleyway some distance from Emma’s office and Sushi High Roller. It was the last place most people would look, but they always had to be sure, given how… special some, no, most of Canari’s fans were.
Gwynn pulled reluctantly off of Canari’s lips. A silvery rope of saliva still bridged them together like the silky string of fate. Or whatever it was called. Gwynen licked her lips clean, swallowed, and savored the feel of Canri’s essence.
“I’m sorry. I just love your kisses.” Gwynn blushed. Her voice was flat, but inside she was squirming with need, her knees nearly buckled at the flood of untouched yearning in her pussy. It would be another sleepless night for her, rubbing a particularly firm pillow.
“Yeah, yeah. I get it, G-Volt. It’s just. You know, my fans are fucking losers. If they knew that I was with you…”
“I get it, my love.” Gwynn did indeed get it, but she hated every bit of it. One day, she would introduce all those parasocial creeps to the flames of her Chandelure. Just kidding.
Not really…
“I got a Canari quiz tomorrow, place is hidden, of course, but can I count on you to outdo those weirdos?”
“Isn’t your grandfather going to…”
Canari shrugged her bare shoulders. “Nah, not this time. The old bastard slipped up and called Rotom Phones ‘Pokegears’, so I gotta make an appearance to throw off suspicion.
Hmm… that meant that the stakes would be higher. As everyone knew, the Canari Quiz Whiz could ask whatever of the greatest streamer in all the world. Every dream of theirs could come true as long as it could be phrased as a question.
…Within reason, of course.
It was a tradition for them that Gwynn would always be in the crowd, though, and Canari would always throw curveball questions to weed out a few undesirables. That, along with Tarragon’s admittedly uncannily accurate acting, had let the secretly standoffish Canari thrive in the public eye.
Of course, Canari liked to fuck with Gwynn, throwing her curveballs in the questions. If it wasn’t her beautiful, perfect Canari, she wouldn’t have forgiven her for the curveball of the Lumiose Gallette…
“Oh well. We can walk back now. Canari said. She undid the knotted hoodie at her waist and put it on, concealing her trim, goddess of a midriff from Gwynn, as well as the rest of the world.
“I’d invite you over tonight, but… My brother is training.” Damn that brother of hers. Gwynn loved him with all her heart, but damn him still.
“Heh, Same here. If you heard the sounds of the renovations rattling the garage, you wouldn’t be able to get turned on either.”
“I’m always turned on with you, my love,” Gwynn said. As always, honesty made Canari blush. “Geez, G-volt. That kiss wasn’t enough to get your rocks off? You’re insatiable.
“I…” Was Gwynn being too needy again? “Canari…I–Mmmph!?” Canari surprised Gwynn with a kiss. One that crashed not just their lips, but their bodies together. Arceus…, Gwynn could feel every voluptuous contour of Canari’s body. Her perky, yet jiggly, caramel breasts that defied gravity, the undulating narrow of her waist, the way her hips gently curved to squish against Gwynn’s own.
Canari’s hands touched her, too. In all the familiar, naughty places. Canari’s hands slipped under Gwynn’s bulky clothes to paw at her small, supple breasts. Every grab stoked every carnal spirit in Gwynn, until she was moaning, whining, pleading into Canari’s hot mouth.
That mouth… that beautiful wet mouth. It could wrap into blood-curdling gamer rage and coquettish sly smiles under that mask, and everyone was none the wiser of how sweet and plump her lips were, like an angel's pillows glossed pink. Always slightly wet to the touch from the dampness of her mask. Tarragon had once said that Canari was sucking on tools or anything shaped like a bottle. “Mmmmmm,” She whined into Canari’s mouth, so many words. She surrendered her body to her soft, feminine hands manhandling her.
It was a soft, ephemeral climax for Gwynn, but a good climax nonetheless. She arched her back into Canri’s body, sighing sweet nothings in so many muffled words.
“Mmm… that’s a good girl. Looks like I’m getting better at making you cum.” Canari smirked, licking her lips clean
“But I didn’t make you…”
“Eh, don’t worry about it. We can have some fun later after the quiz whiz tomorrow!”
“Of… of course..” Gwynn said as she pulled away. “Gwynn was rather clumsy giving service to her girlfriend. “Something just came over me, is all.
“And from the sounds of things, something came over you too…”
Gwynn was still riding the high of the afterglow when she dropped off Canari, floating on air to the Dojo and apartment that she and Ivor lived in. That afterglow lasted only until she was almost home, bumping into 6ft of the last person she wanted to see.
“Heh, I know you. You’re Canari’s little simp, aren’t you?”
Gabriel… Known on stream as “MeGa-briel”. A complete tool streamer who had recently entered the streaming space after some success battling. He called himself a variety streamer, but Gwynn pegged him as a public nuisance. A Rillaboom without rhythm. He made his following playing games, doing gym routines, jumping trainers with his Krookodile, and doing whatever oafish nonsense he could get into his mind. As well as challenging rivals. He, in particular, had a one-sided rivalry with Canari. Canari cared little about this, but as Canari’s stream mod and the closest thing to her public manager. Gwynn had to deal with most of the harassment and overconfident challenges.
“Out of the way.” Gwynn glared at him. Most people were unnerved by Gwynn’s glare. Not Gabriel, he, and his Krookidle were sweaty from battle, no doubt having been trouncing fools in the battle Royales. He had a Shiny Krookodile, a huge thing, complete with the same insufferable sneer as him.
Gwynn prided herself on being a pure sapphic. She had never been attracted to men, especially men with muscles. One, it reminded her of her brother. Gross. Two, there was just a boorish, foolish assessment of strength. Gwynn liked women because they reminded her of her sweet ghost types. Ethereal, gossamer, beautiful, a hidden strength under the perceived fragility. And no need for pink like Fairy types.
“Heh, I know you. You’re Canari’s little simp. She's still too much of a coward to battle me on stream. Too afraid to get swept by the big guy, eh?” The Krookodile behind him flashed its teeth
“Canari doesn’t battle lackwits,” Gwynn said, trying to push past him. It would be easier to have pushed a wall aside.
“Oh, really?” He said, showing glimmering white teeth. “Not even after I become the quiz whiz?”
“You wouldn’t even know where it is. I bid you a good evening.” She had to spit the ‘good’ part out of her gritted teeth.”
“The Rooftop near Wild Area 6, next to Restaurant Le Nah.” He called as she was leaving. It anchored Gwynn to the floor, the annoyance getting rid of the afterglow feeling she had been savoring.
Curses.
“And you think you’ll win?”
“Yeah. Sure do. Let’s just say I’ve done my research on Canari. My first job was at Tarragon Construction. They canned me because I wouldn’t wear those stupid simp shirts every day. You may be Canari’s number one fan, but I’m her number one hater. Let’s see which one comes on top.
“Hmph.” We’ll see. Gwynn was starting to get a headache. Everything this fool said was some hollow lie or brittle posturing. She needed her rest. Both for her and Canari. “A fool like you could never even hope to match the bond Canari and I have.”
***
“W-what…” Gwynn gasped.
“H-how the fuck did you… I-I mean! Congrats! Looks like we got another winner of the Canari quiz whiz!”
“I… Lost…” Gwynn gasped. She had answered every question perfectly, even outsmarting that fat oaf that always ranked highly in these things. Gabriel had answered them perfectly, too, matching her question for question without missing a beat.
“Canari flashed a glare at Gabriel as only the real Canari could. She looked at him with suspicion, annoyance, and intrigue. The last made the annoyed Gwynn a green pyre of envy.
The question had been what tool it was that Canari had sucked and teethed on constantly as a child. A question not even Gwynn knew. Nobody but Tarragon would have known, unless that old bastard yapped to his construction crew about Cute Canari facts… Fuck, it seemed Gabriel wasn’t lying about working on the Canari Construction crew.
He flashed that white-toothed, smug fucking smile at Gwynn as he sauntered up to the steps. Watching that oversized fool shake Canari’s hand was revolting. His hand engulfed Canari’s soft, slightly callused hands. Canari merely came up to his chest. Unlike everybody else in the Canari quiz whiz, Gabriel didn’t have an inch of Canari merch on him. Not even a keychain. That was pure disrespect to the Caniacs, even worse that he won.
“Well, you must have been a real big fan to get all of those questions right…” Canari said, her annoyance palpable even through her mic’d up mask.
“Not really, I guess I just got lucky guesses.” A wave of boos as the heel took his position at the winner’s seat. “I believe the prize was whatever we wanted, right?”
“Within reason.” Canari reminded. Sparks were flying between the two rivals. It seemed Gabriel had finally gotten that reciprocal meeting.
“Hmm… I’m thinking a battle. With stakes.”
“Canari raised an eyebrow. Oh yeah? And what does Mr. Lucky have in mind for the stakes?
“Hmm. That’ll be said when the meeting point is arranged.”
“Pfft. Want to lose that badly? You’re on.”
“Alright, just send me the details and I’ll be there.”
Canari’s hologram nodded at Gwynn, who used her own phone to send him the location of her sweet Canari.
“Thanks, Gwynn. Trust me. We’ll be in touch…” She didn’t like the way she shook her hand, how her hand fit within his with too much room to spare. To think that he would be the one to have alone time with Canari.
Self-hatred, anxiety, and doubt clouded Gwynn’s mind.
“Thunder Wave!” Canari hit her signature pose to a wave of cheers before signing off.
There was no way Gwynn wasn’t going out. She’d stay at their usual meeting spot.
Don’t do anything stupid with that Rillaboom… Gwynn texted
Pfft. Bro wants a battle, says that he’ll do anything I want when I whip his bitch ass ‘;)
Canari added a winky smile, if only to assuage Gwynn’s doubts.
Well, what does he want if he wins?
Pfft. You know I don’t think that far ahead. Let me just whoop his ass, and not We’ll meet at the usual cafe afterwards, bby;
I’ll wait as long as you need. Gwynn said. In truth, she didn’t have the best case scenario in mind. That was, however, the story of her life. Gwynn had never been an optimist in anything, which is perhaps why she was so drawn to optimists like Canari. Gwynne had no idea what to do in the meantime. She filled her time with Canari, and in her absence, the thought of Canari would suffice. In the meantime, a bout of bedrotting would suffice.
She wondered, for a moment, if Gabriel had eyes for Canari. She wouldn’t balk at anybody for finding Canari beautiful, but at the same time, he was threatening. A complete douche who would never treat her right. She also wouldn’t put it past any man to not take advantage of the rules. There was a reason ‘within reason’ was so stressed in the rules.
She felt a buzz from the phone lying on her chest, making her heart skip a beat. That beat froze like brittle ice when she saw the name. ‘Twas not Canari, but Gabriel.
How’s your evening, G-volt?
Gwynn gritted her teeth in rage, slamming her thumbs on the touch screen.
Don’t you dare call me that. Where’s Canari?
Paying what she owes me. She fucking owes me.
Gwynn began typing listlessly, stopped. Canari… lost?
Honestly, I was joking when I asked her to suck my cock. I just wanted to see her cute face contorted in rage…
There was a pause. Gwynn reread the words, but they didn’t seem to form a full sentence, only the fragment of an unfinished puzzle, depicting an image Gwynn never wanted to see.
…What the fuck did you do?
It’s said and done now. I just thought it would be good for you to know cause I’m a good guy. These sorts of things shouldn’t be secrets from partners.
I asked. What. You did. Gwynne said. Regret and trepidation fiddled in her tummy, making her squirm.
It’s easier if I show you. Like I said. No spreading this. Even my career would be fucked if the Caniacs saw this.
The video took forever to send. It had to be a big one.
“Rotom. Open the video.”
Rotom did what it was bade.
There was no subtlety, no preamble, no nothing to muffle the blow of what Gwynn saw, and thereafter watched. Again, and again, and again.
The second the video started, it was clear exactly what was going on from every lewd, lurid sound.
*Glurk!**Glurk!**Glurk!**Glurk!**Glurk!**Glurk!**Glurk!*
Canari, on her knees, sucking an engorged, oversized member. Canari felt icewater in her stomach and heat in her loins. Was this… was this even real? Her mouth was dry, but her lower lips grew wet with need.
Canari’s lips were nothing but dry. They were sloppy wet, her eyes scrunched as she sucked off more cock than she could handle. No… suck was the wrong word. That implied a sense of intention and service. No, Canari got her mouth fucked by that brute, her lips, tongue, and throat taking as much as it could as best as she could.
“There… that’s a good bitch.” Gabriel said off-camera. His voice was low, suave, too calm for the pace at which he used Canari. Canari glared into the Rotom phone recording, at Gwynn by proxy, and she felt something stir inside the heat inside her.
Canari had liked to use her mouth the few times she and Gwynn could fool around. Given the company they kept and Canari’s wonderful fans, that was easier said than done. But when Canari gave her service. It was the sweetest magic in the world. Her lips and tongue could say in so many words what words couldn’t. She made an art of oral service, kissing Gwynn's wet lips and suckling the clit with sweet skill. Gwynn was humble enough to say she came her brains out every time Canari looked at her with low-lidded eyes, sucking her clit nicely.
Now those lips were stretched around a brutish, brutal cock, slurping and sputtering as she bobbed up and down. The innate oral skill was still evident, perhaps even paramount, but there was nothing but carnality and intensity in the way she took him.
Why…
Why was she wet?
“Heh. Glaring at me isn’t gonna unsweep that small fry team of yours. Now come on, pretend it's Gramps’ favorite hammer and add more suction.” Canari glared, yet did just that. She sank lower, cheeks dimpling with suction as she was half guided, half forced down Gabriel’s cock.
She took cock like a natural, those pretty lisps of hers were wrapped tight and plump, with how wide her lips were strained, she looked all too redolent of her ace Pokemon, Elektross. Right now, Canari may as well have been five feet of mouth and lips with how she was used…
The wet gags and slaps filled the room.
“Rotom, do a little coverage. I want our voyeuristic little friend to see every little angle.”
The camera flew slowly around the room - Canari’s room. The place, stuffed to the gills with Canari’s own merch and memorabilia, was like a shrine to both of them. Canari practically lived in there with her streams, and the only person who was allowed to stay there had been Gwynn.
Not now. Gabriel sat in Canari’s streamer chair, lying back as Rotom pulled away to show a low shot of Canari on her knees. Her baggy pants had been cast aside, her thong the only thing giving modesty to the utterly immodest act.
The yellow and blue thong had been stained a darker hue by the clear arousal, flecks of lust dripping down like slurry honey, disproving any denial that Gwynn had. She opened up her own legs, feeling the wetness in her own pussy as she did.
From this vantage, Gwynn could feel nothing but helplessness, subjugation, and lust. It was like she was bound to the floor, eyes gazing up helplessly as canary head bobbed in and out of frame, framed between two muscled thighs and equally muscled abs and chest above. Gabriel grabbed a pigtail of Canari’s and pulled, stuffing her face and gagging her for a moment.
“Mmmph!!” He held her there, cruelly and calculatingly, gauging just how long she could hold her breath. Gwynn, awestruck and horrified, held her breath with her.
1…
5…
10 seconds.
Gwynn came on the fifteenth. Her chest heaved for air as she orgasmed. Her entire body shook, arching off her bed to spasming in mid-air, falling back helplessly as the video kept going on.
“Paah… Y-you fucking…” Canari gasped in the video. A dull slap could be heard. Gwynn watched through eyes hazy with hot tears as Rotom whip panned back to show Canari currently getting her face slapped by a fat, sloppy wet cock.”
“What, you thought I was gonna go fucking easy on you? You’re lucky I’m letting you off with a blowjob. I gave you the choice. Either I upload the sweep, or we make a nicer’ private vid. You’re the one who got on her knees in an instant…”
Fuck… Gwynn realized. He knew Canari well, dangerously well. If there was one thing Canari hated, it was losing. To do so publicly would break her. Better to have her pure lesbian streak broken than her confident image. Her pussy ached with the exertion of her first release, her
heart pumping adrenaline, lust, and anxiety in equal amounts.
Yet she shoved her fingers in her sloppy cunt all the same. The video wasn’t that long, a shade under ten minutes of rough fucking give or take the preamble of the situation known only to two. But it felt like lustful agony to Gwynn.
She came again. Weak, then strong, then weak again, watching as Canari grew more used to, but not more confident, taking that cock into her mouth. Her lips were still utterly perfect. When her mouth got tired, Gabriel allowed her to unzip her sports bra, pulling her perfectly caramel tits out and wrapping them around his cock. The head and shaft poked out with inches to spare.
“That’s a good girl. Bet your fans would love to see this…” A vein popped in his hand as he pushed the back of Canari’s hands down her head to coax her into sucking him again. When Canari spoke again, it was hoarse and beleaguered, but it had that whine of lust that had once been known early to Canari.
“K-kill yourself–Glllllrk!~” And down the cock Canari went. Gwynn did not like to touch herself, something that Canari often exploited with her more physical love languages. Now, she shoved two fingers into her cunt, making a soak of her bedsheets. By now, she was wetter than a freshly-caught Magikarp. Her fingers were tired from fucking herself stupid, and her cunt was both aching and gasping with need.
…
The video came to an end when Gabriel yanked his cock out of Canari’s gasping maw, stroking it over her face. Looking at how huge it was outside of Canari’s mouth made her gasp, to think her beloved had taken all that cock inside her… It made her roil with equal parts disgust and lust.
Gabriel stroked his cock, lubricated with the sticky saliva from Canari’s throat, and stroked himself, groaning as his cock throbbed against the impending release.
*Fuuuck…” He groaned, a wavering, hearty grunt that heralded rope after rope landing over Canari. Her mouth was open, catching a heaping helping of it on her hot, wet tongue, but it didn’t end there. It arced over her onto the floor, coated her, practically glued Canari’s eye shut, and stained her mouth, chin, and half-askew mask. It even landed on her jiggling tits as Canari’s body unknowingly did a slutty little wiggle.
“I’m not fucking done with you. Clean it off!” A hand grabbed Canari’s head as one would a basketball, and Canari’s profile was yanked off camera, filling the soundscape with surprised glrrks and muffled gasps. The video ended abruptly, leaving everything left to the imagination. An imagination that was careening through lurid fantasy after lurid fantasy. Gwynne came undone like a sputtering hose. She squealed and squirted all over her bed, her hooked fingers spreading the wash of undignified lust over her sheets. It took all the energy from the already low-energy goth. Every thought was on Canari’s sweet lips, and how sweeter they looked being used for a man’s release.
Gwynn was left gasping, struggling to even lift her body up. She was sprawled out, practically in a pool of her own lusty juices, processing every emotion that went through her. She felt betrayed, defeated, oddly emasculated, worried for Canari’s sake, angry at Canari, angry at every single man that existed.
The things he did to Canari, Gwynn could never do. Not just because she didn’t have a cock, but the way he used her, so easily making short work of Canari’s confidence and having his own way with her beautiful form. That had turned Gwynn on the most. No, that was a lie. The thing that turned Gwynn on the most was that someone else was doing it, and she could do nothing about it nor seek to emulate it. She felt like she had lost the biggest bet of her life, yet all she could feel was a sense of freedom and warmth in that loss.
“Rotom… replay the video…”
***
“How’d it go?” Gwynn asked.
“Heh, whooped his ass.” Canari lied, with a confident smirk on her pretty, pouty lips. Gwynn didn’t ask anymore. She was hurt, slightly, but something about how cavalier Canari was turned her on. She didn’t really want to examine the shameful truths of why this felt good, she just wanted to savor it.
They were in Canari’s streaming room, the very sight of the crime. Canari sat on her streaming chair, the very seat that Gabriel had been in, forcing her to suck his cock like some hastily found streetwalker.
Gwynn didn’t know why Canari was lying to her. Perhaps it was because she felt that Gwynn would hate her for what transpired. Perhaps she thought that she wouldn’t be believed. Perhaps the feeling of being facefucked like that was too good, and that Gwynn would never understand.
Either way, she concealed the truth from her. The very truth that Gwynn had saved and favorited, tucked away in a secret corner of her Rotom phone.
To look at Canari now, one would never think she was capable of being so easily taken so low. She had such a confidence in how she projected herself, one that could be felt all across the world to those she streamed with. Something Gwynn envied and desired in equal measures. The only thing that was off about Canari was that her voice was somewhat hoarse.
Glurk glurk glurk…
The sounds reverberated in Gwynn’s mind like spirits, enough to make her shift in her seat to ignore the wetness pooling in her panties.
A ping came from her left monitor. Canari looked, and all that confidence and poise she had melted in an instant. All sapped away by a DM from GabrielGross himself.
Canari fiddled with her mask, twirled her hair, and turned away as if to keep cool. Gwynn did the same.
“Is he harassing you again?” Gwynn frowned, knowing full well what devil was in the details. For some reason, she found it hot to pretend as if she knew nothing.
“Probably. What a dick.”
“Yeah… dick.” Gwynn squirmed in her chair, swallowing the wet sigh in her mouth. Canari struggled to maintain her composure, too. She opened her phone for a moment, eyes widening, and the blue blip that signalled an unread message vanished. She minimized the window before Gwynn could see that, but Gwynn was adept at perceiving without observing. It was what made her such an adept ghost trainer.
For a moment, they were connected by a single lie, a single desire to keep their dirtiest fantasies a secret from the one they loved most. For Gwynn’s part, it was utterly shameful, but the thrill of Canari getting used like that was all too thrilling.
“You free tonight?”
“Nah… sorry, G-Volt. Gotta go to Hotel Richissime to discuss a brand deal with them. You know how that bitch Jacinthe is.”
“Absolutely,” Gwynn said. At the very least, Canari only lied about what she was doing, not where she was going…
Heading home, Gwynn double-checked her text.
Hey, cuckie. About to send Thunder Wave backshots all the way up Ms. Dynamo’s spine tonight! U still interested in the vid??
Ugh… must he be so vulgar… Gwynn rolled her eyes. Gwynn’s thumbs pummeled the poor screen of her Rotom phone as she typed.
Just between us, like I said. Not a single word to Canari, and absolutely no leaks.
Oh, I’m sure something will be leaking tonight… He texted back. What an insufferable man… but also an utterly insatiable one. One who used Gwynn’s girlfriend like a fuckdoll, and from the way Canari acted, and the way she looked in the video.
She fucking loved it.
And so, Gwynne went home talking and texting with Canari as much as she could. To a mere layman, Gwynn’s proximity and desire to always be connected with Canari could come off as clingy. Gwynn liked to say she was safekeeping. They talked of all sorts of things, from Canari’s far-fetched streaming ideas to her own rivalry with Paldea star Iono, and all the spilt tea that came from that drama. All until she got one final text.
G2G G-volt Luv U!!!:3
When the online bubble blipped grey. Gwynn knew Canari was about to get fucked.
Before getting down to business, she would remove all chance of distraction. She poked her head down the steps of their flat, finding Ivor inhaling a perhaps unhealthy amount of protein and carbs. “Hey. Ivor. I’m about to perform a seance. If you hear anything, Don’t come near. You’ll risk being possessed. Ivor practically flash-stepped to her side and put her in the mother of all bear hugs.
“Yes! My dear sister! You do a noble thing indeed! With your occult powers and my unwavering fist, Lumiose will be a lodestar of love and justice!” He put down his dear sister as one would an empty mug. “Now, I will train the entire night in your honor! I should think the Battle Royale will suffice! Onward, Ho!” And just like that, he flash stepped out of the flat, nearly throwing the door off its hinges. Well. That meant that she had the house for herself.
Gwynn went back to her room, threw off all of her clothes, and threw down a fresh towel on her bed this time. It was hard to wait for the video, her heart beat through her chest. She took the time to compare her body to Canari’s. Instead of dealing with her Rotom phone, she cast the video feed to the TV in her room.
She put one of her many favorite nudes of Canari on the widescreen, and examined, rubbing her breasts and pussy slowly as she did. Compared to Canari’s buxom chest, hourglass figure, and plump lips. Gwynn was drab bathwater. A petite chest, a slightly paunched middle, and a trend towards bottom-heavy that put her consistently off-balance. Factoring in all of that, it was hard to understand why Canari chose her, with how universally adored she was. Even as close as they were, Gwynn felt better loving her at a distance.
“Canari…” She moaned, imagining it was Canari's fingers giving her pleasure and rubbing her chest. She then thought of Gabriel, the smug bastard with his broad shoulders and cruel smile, grabbing Canari as she played with Gwynn. She would still be staring into her eyes, a taunting glint like Thunderbolt, slowly pulling her mask up to hide the haughty smirk on her face…
“He’s gonna fuck me, G-volt, fucking ruin me. And then I might let him ruin you and fuck you like the pathetic whore you are…” Gabriel smirked with an equally cruel smile. Grabbing the narrow strait of Canari’s hips and slamming into her.
“Arceus!!” Gwynn cried. Her fingers hooked the sweetspot of her cunt, causing her back to arch off the bed. She grit her teeth, trying to dam it all in, but to no avail. She came, thinking of her girlfriend being taken from her in every sense of the word, crumpling back onto the bed, panting on a damp towel. That was another thing that Gwynn was insecure about. She had utterly no stamina to speak of. Luckily, she had an even shorter refractory period. Gwynn had been touching herself stupidly ever since she learned how, and she never cared to savor or finesse her way through things. That made her equally insecure, giving pleasure to Canari. There was no way she could match what Gabriel could do for her…
She rewatched the video three times and came five times before she heard the ding on her phone. By then, her room was a wash of female sweat and pheromones, enough to have Gwynn consider taking a break and showering.
“She wants a round three. With no distractions this time, so I’m afraid this is all you’ll be getting, cuckie…” The text read.
That didn’t matter. The video sent to her was only a few minutes under an hour.
Just like the last one, the video started in the heat of the moment, without even a few moments' setup for foreplay. Men… It didn’t matter, though. Gwynn’s pussy was utterly soaked and sensitive despite being rubbed raw and puffy. She gently squeezed a breath as she gazed transfixed at her TV.
Canari was wearing an Alola style swimsuit, her heaving breasts hammocked in a Tropical blue and yellow bandeau, held precariously by two strings. Her bikini bottoms had been bunched to the side hastily, looking more like a thong than any other undergarment. Surrounding them was all the luxury of a private room in Hotel Richissime. Expensive art, perfect silks, and well soundproofed rooms for all the debauchery elites got up to.
It may as well have been a window into another world. Gabriel’s Rotom phone lay maybe a foot away from Canari. Dried tears flecked the corners of her fuck-drunk eyes, a stray pube clinging to the corner of her lip like a birthmark.
“Fucking put it in already…” She swore. Her glazed eyes looked straight into the camera at Gwynn, but also past the camera as well. She was entirely out of it, nothing but the desire to get rutted in her eyes.
“Fuck… Canari…” She moaned, both a plea of lust and a gasp of dismay. She began to rub herself, squeezing her squishy breasts in time.
“Admit I’m a better streamer than you. A better battler, too while you’re at it.” Gabriel said. She could only hear it, but the sound of his engorged cockhead squishing against Canari’s pussy was like that of a wet sponge.
“Fuck you…” Canari groaned.
Fuck… Gwynn moaned with her.
“That’s the plan…” He chuckled, spreading her sticky lips open, preparing to get the mother of all money shots of her Canari’s cunt.
“Rotom, hover over here, I want you to get a shot of me breaking in this virgin pussy.” Rotom hovered around in an instant, showing the entirely masculine point of view of Gabriel's meaty cock ready to spear itself into Canari’s snug twat.
“I’m not a fucking… I have… a girlfriend. Canari grunted, her words muffled by the sheets and her own moans.
“Pfft… Doesn’t count.” Gabriel grabbed Canari’s asscheek and pried it apart, revealing both holes, equally itching for his cock. Her pussy was a sloppy, sodden mess, tight and technically virgin, just as that bastard Gabriel gloated. He took that mega-evolved monster and lined it up with Canari’s cunt.
Gwynn was rubbing herself mad in anticipation, her gasps and mewls caged by her gritted teeth. The pace of everything was agonizingly slow, teasing both him and Canari. She felt a fear, a phantom desire to stop Canari from plunging so low. At the same time, this was only a video. The deed had been done hours ago, despite being seconds away from happening. Canri gasped, imagining how slow and protracted the insertion would be
“Hup!” With a slam inside, Gabriel made short work of Canari’s virginity.
“Ooooogh…! ~” Canarig gasped, her face sank deep into the pillow, hugging it tighter than one of Ivor’s hugs as her body shivered and splattered against Gabriel’s cock. Savoring the sweetness of her shattered womanhood.
Gwynn came with Canari, her pussy splattering the umteenth sweet release onto the sodden towel. Even though she rubbed herself raw, priming herself for yet another rubbing session. She was a gasping, sweaty, sodden, stupid whore whose girlfriend had just been broken in by a man. Better, faster, stronger than her.
“Fuck… tight as fuck. A body like yours was made for a man’s pleasure.” He hummed his lascivious commentary. His burly arm stretched out to feel her quivering body. “Hmm. What is it you say? Thunder Wave? Looks like a cock is all that’s needed to fully paralyze the great Canari.
No response but slurred, ragged moans came out of Canari. Gabriel drew his hips back and slammed back in like a Giga Impact. Canari’s sweet caramel asscheeks rippled with the force. Gwynn was transfixed, hypnotized by the fleshy jiggle. Just another thing she couldn’t do.
“Heh, imagine what those stupid Caniac cucks saw what their favorite streamer was up to. Giving up her virginity to an Alpha battler.
An utterly cringey name, but there was nothing that could be refuted about the way he fucked Canari. He used her like a toy, confidently feeding Canari more cock than she could properly take, and seemingly feeling none of the overwhelming pleasure that came over Canari and Gwynn both.
“Ooogh…” Canari groaned. Gasping into silk sheets that cost more than Gwynne’s entire rent. Her hips, still quivering like a weakened Deerling, slid back against the cock that had claimed her girl-loving pussy.
“That’s right. That’s a good slut.” Gabriel groaned, and Canari practically purred into it. The slams were wet and fleshy, clipping the audio every time and making Gwynn’s pussy drool. Canari’s pussy was getting battered by a fat cock who knows how long - it wasn’t as if Gwinne nor Cnari had any reference for it. Ten blocks away, Gwynne was rubbing her own cunt with her stubby fingers, trying to feel half of the pleasure that Canari was feeling.
“I hate…” Canari moaned, weakly trying to move her body.
“Mmm, don’t run bitch.” Gabriel said. He grabbed Canari’s arm and pinned it to her back. The King-sized bed lurched like a spring mattress under the duress of their rutting. The spring mattress that Gwynn lay upon was silent as she squirmed upon it. How… how was he fucking her like that? The video was barely halfway done and already Gwynne and Canari both had came enough combined to start counting on a second hand.
Gwynne’s hand was achy, her cunt groaning and pleading for rest, but that rest did not come. She, however, did cum. Her thighs squeezed together, her body rolled over as quaking convulsions came over her, and when she was done panting, the room smelled even more of moist, lonely sex.
She gave herself some reprieve, simply watching from a sunken place as Canari got her brains fucked out of her. Rotom captured every lascivious moment, giving her the point of view that matched how it would be if she was actually there. She would be sitting by the windowsill, perhaps, or in a chair. The luminous flair of the city flittering outside as Gabriel had his way with Canari. She would be close enough to hold Canari’s hand if she reached out, but she was light-years away from giving Canari what she needed.
At some point, Canari’s legs gave out, leaving her all too vulnerable to the ensuing prone bone. Shot at a profile, Gwynne could see everything. The rippling of her soft, feminine flesh. The burly slab of masculinity slamming in and squelching shallow flecks of lusty love out with every thrust. The contortion on Canari’s face, her lower lip gnashed with bite marks, her eyes dilated and manic with desire.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!” She whined, in time with every slam inside that battered her cunt. All sorts of licentious, pathetic, and depraved fantasies went through Gwynn’s mind. That she wanted to be there to watch it happen, that she wanted to see the moment those heavy balls splattered their hot load inside Canari, that she wanted to be the one to clean up Canari with her tongue, eating out that hot load straight from the source. The mix of essences would taste like honey on ambrosia.
Something, anything that would let her wallow in this hot, sopping bed of pathetic lust she had made for herself. She had gone back to rubbing her pussy, hooking in the familiar motions that would catch her sweetspot, as Canari came yet again.
After what felt like an eternity, Gabriel started to feel the effects of raucous passion. His thrusts grew slower, his grunts louder, and every few moments or so, his cock would throb. Rotom caught the carnality just over his shoulder, like a little devil with a camera rig.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum in you…”
“Nhooo…” Canari whined, though the slight rise of her voice spoke of her true desires.
“That wasn’t a question…”
The plaps became thunderous plaps, the moans electrifying groans as Gabriel fucked to a climactic finish. Gwynn barely had any strength in her left leg to moan, but she still rubbed her aching cunt raw. Using the little muscle control she had to cum at the same time as Canari.
The orgasm was wet, splattering. Feminine hips shivering helplessly against an unbearable shame. Gwynn’s orgasm, that is. She came a second before Gwynn howled.
“Gabriel!” She screamed as she came, in time with the male streamer, hilting inside her and filling her with shot after shot of white hot cum from his raw, fat cock. Gabriel roared as he filled Canari with his bastards, holding her like some rutting beast to make sure she got every last drop.
Gwynn watched helplessly through twitching lust-lidded eyes. Even her hand was too tired to rub by now, but the aftershocks of her orgasm still thrummed through her.
“Fuck… he said. When he pulled out of her, Canari’s once ‘virgin’ pussy was gaped three sizes wider than it was, sucking listlessly at empty air as an ooey gooey white wad slid out of her.
“I’m not fucking done with you,” Gabriel said, just as he grabbed Canari. The video went black, leaving Gwynne alone in a pool of her own shame and desire.
***
Gwynn woke up in her bed, the first thing she realized was that she needed a shower, the second thing she knew was that she needed to cum. Yes, again.
Her phone had missed three calls with Canari. Enough to know that her girlfriend would be stark-raving mad when she saw her. She sighed, opening her phone.
“G-Volt! Where the hell have you been!? I thought we were gonna do brunch!?” Canari yelled, making Gwynn’s own Rotom phone flinch.
“Sorry. I… had a rough night.” Gwynn said,
“You and me both…”
“Both?” Gwynn asked, her heart lurched, afraid and excited that Canari would reveal her dirty secret to her.
“Ugh… Long story. Just couldn’t sleep is all, too much Giga Fuelpact before I went to bed…” She lied.
Gwynn’s lips grew wet with need yet again. Ugh, she loved it when Canari lied to her.
“All good. I have to take a shower, but perhaps I can meet you there afterwards.”
“Sure thing, G-volt. Uhh… one more thing. Do you mind if I bring a +1?”
“...Gabriel? Gwynn guessed, realizing she should have feigned a guess.”
“Heh, good guess.” Canari said sheepishly. Guys been hounding me for a talk and I thought the best time to do so would be with you present, you know.”
“Oh, I know, my love.” Gwynn answered. More than you think…
The shower steam did little to cure her of her depravity. The hot water tickled her pair skin like little fingers teasing her, itching to violate her in all the ways she did to herself the night before. If she had just came her brains off and passed out, it would have been one thing. Instead, she just had to have that damnable dream…
In it, Gwynn was on her knees with Canari, servicing that fat member of Gabriel’s. It was a dream that unmanned her as much as it turned her on. She had never dreamed of being with a man, ever. Yet here she was, imagining what it would be like for Canari to be right there with her, sharing a cock with her beloved. She imagined more depraved ideas as well. How it would be better if Canari taught her how to serve a man, forcing the teachings upon her…
“Canari…” She moaned, opening her mouth like a good girl, and imagining more than the water hitting her tongue. Her fingers slipped inside, adding moans to the hissing steam filling the room.
She left for their little three-man date still aroused, still ashamed, and dreading the new arousals to come.