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Bruno landed on Goldenrod, back from Paldea. He missed civilization, its skyscrapers and billboards, traffic sounds, blinding lights, Fearows soaring through the sky. His time on Paldea was fun, sure, but after three months of combat and celebration he yearned for home. He was born in Kanto, sure, but Johto was where he belonged. A big man, he quickly left his private plane, walking fast, entering the limousine already waiting for him.
He got in, sitting, spreading his legs, breathing deeply, closing his eyes for a second. Bruno never liked flying, but was getting used to it. Red's new campaign to take over other regions made Bruno an essential asset, and soon he would need to travel again. He fought in the frontlines of Paldea, defeating enemy trainers, bringing them into submission. Most of the festival participants were captured by him.
And yeah, there was also the festival. Red’s idea, but he helped. His champion was the brain, he was the muscle. He never thought it could work, but he was obviously wrong. Paldea was now completely broken, under Kanto unwavering control, with Nemona crowned as a new and faithful champion. Red’s government was… very liberal. Things that were once kept hidden underground, now happened in broad daylight. That sex championship was just the epitome of it all.
His car passed in front of a Rocket whorehouse, standing proud in the center of Goldenrod. That kind of stuff would never happen a decade ago.
– Where to, sir?
– Radio tower.
Bruno mumbled, barely paying attention. He was missing her. The man tried to distract himself as his driver skittered through the metropolis, escaping the worst concentration of traffic, reading the city masterfully. He scrolled through the phone. Iono streaming, taking some horse cock live; offended bullshit speeches from some other regions who hated all that was happening; bureaucratic nonsense from Giovanni about exporting Paldean girls; an invitation from Will to one of his orgies now that he was back in town. Nothing interesting. He sighed, sliding it back on his pant’s pocket, resting his massive buff arms in the back of the seat.
It took the better part of an hour for him to finally reach the tower. He quickly walked inside, all security getting out of his way, only one thought in his mind. Everybody knew who he was, Elite Four, a celebrity, a ruler, a god. He got the elevator up, slowly taping his foot against the floor, impatient.
Maybe he should have sent a gift. Or told her he was coming. His dick was already so fucking hard.
The doors opened, the twentieth floor. He could already hear her voice.
– Of cooourse we are right! Paldea was a bunch of savages, piss poor trainers, just utter thrash. And everyone is crying because we made some half dozen sluts fuck? Like they were not already opening their legs for any foreigner with money. Gimme a break! They should thank us!
She was such a brat, smiled Bruno. He started to remove the knots on his pants while he ran towards her booth. Everybody went silent when he entered.
They were all sitting around a round table, microphones in front of three women, a couple sound engineers in the back, the traditional team of the Goldenrod ChitChat, their biggest radio program, one which Whitney was a frequent guest.
She immediately turned her head towards him.
He loved those teasing sultry pink eyes, her innocent looking face, capable of turning slutty so fast. He loved even more her absolutely giant tits, almost popping a few buttons of her tight white shirt, so easy to see the curves of her perfect body underneath. She quickly took off the pink headsets as he entered.
– Bruno? You’re back already?
The reporter and the rest of the table were talking something, but he didn’t care. Bruno walked forward, a giant among them, grabbed Whitney by the pink bob cut hair, let his pants drop on the floor, and slammed his gigantic cock down her throat. He moaned in ecstasy, the feeling of his shaft down her throat, facefucking her hard and fast, hearing her delicious choked moans, pulling her back and forth roughly by the hair. Sweet pink gloss painted his dick, copious amounts of drool went down her chin, soaking her white business blouse, her tits now even more pronounced.
– W-we are in the middle of some technical problems… Let’s go for a quick a-ad break…
Bruno could do anything he wanted in the world, and nobody would be able to stop him. But there was only one thing he wanted, missed so badly, and couldn’t stop thinking about even with access to any slut he desired in Paldea.
Whitney.
Her head was so small between his gargantuan hands, sloppy muffled sounds coming out of her delicious mouth as he pounded her throat in fiery passion, her long nails scratching at his big hairy legs, her eyes rolling, unable to breath.
He loved her so much.
Bruno was so pent up he couldn’t barely hold himself together, moved only by lust. He felt his cock twitching, hard inside her mouth, fucking her for barely a minute before he felt the need to empty his balls in her. He could hold a bit longer if he desired, but he didn’t. It had been so long.
With a deep rough grunt, joined by a grumbled slutty moan from the girl, he unloaded a massive load inside her mouth. It felt perfect, the best orgasm he had in weeks, pure bliss. It drooled from the sides of her mouth, dripping on her chest. Bruno stood still, moaning, enjoying the feel of his dick inside her warm flesh. Slowly he pulled out, inch after inch, his massive cock hanging between his legs, all covered by pink cherry gloss.
She got up, somewhat dizzy, trembling, so much shorter than him. She touched his chest, caressing him, smiling with big white teeth all dirty with cum, her makeup now completely ruined. Bruno liked her even better like this.
– You really know how to treat a lady – She almost purred, her sultry but bratty voice making him immediately hard again – Good trip? Was Paldea fun?
Fuck talking. He grinned, ripping open her shirt, squeezing those massive tits that he missed so much, giant natural DDs with swollen pink nipples. He strongly squeezed then, making Whitney growl in lust, letting him do whatever he wanted.
– Ohhh, you must have missed me so much… – She stroked his cock, grinning, her other hand touching his jaw, her gentleness paired to his brutality, her soft flesh and his hard muscles, her brattiness and his stoicism – Paldea must have been such a drag… My poor Bruno…
He lowered his hands to her waist, and moved the woman like she weighed nothing, slamming Whitney’s back on the table, making her giggle. He got down on her, sucking on a breast, voracious, with such strength that he started to feel some droplets of milk getting out of her succulent nipple. It tasted like home.
She giggled, letting him go to town, and started checking her surroundings. A couple women had run away, the engineering nerds were whispering to each other, in shock, filming everything like the wimps they were. The podcast host, a bombshell blond in her thirties that was a good friend of hers, had just unbuttoned her jeans, turned her chair towards the fucking and started fingering herself. Whitney gave her a wink, approvingly. She missed Bruno so much. She was ready to be pounded until she couldn’t think anymore. Nobody could pleasure her as well as he did.
He began to unbutton her shorts.
– I missed your cock so much… You make me so wet…
To be taken wherever he wanted, to be moved and manhandled by that giant mass of muscles, she loved how she was reduced to just a pair of holes when he was horny, and loved even more that one of the most powerful men in the word did everything she wanted afterwards. Bruno got to fuck the cutest girl in Johto, and she got to rule. Win win.
She wanted to get fucked so bad. He waited months to be back to his love. Everybody around was ready to watch.
His phone rang.
There was only one person from whom he left notifications on.
– FUCK! – Bruno exploded, throwing a chair against the wall, its frame exploding on the impact.
– Everybody out! – Shrieked Whitney – Go! Fucking go, you cunts! – She sat on the desk, swallowing the remaining cum in her mouth – Are you all fucking deaf? OUT!
Bruno was red from anger. The stupid idiots that worked on that podcast finally obeyed, scurrying out. – Answer the phone, dear.
– Now? I’ll kill him. Why now?
– Bruno, shut up. You can fuck me later. Answer your fucking phone.
He looked at her naked voluptuous body, so perfect, so tempting. Raging, he kicked another chair. And then, like the good boy he was underneath all his bravado, he obeyed Whitney.
– Yes, sir? Right – Whitney paid attention, reading each single change in his expressions. Bruno was easy to understand – Now? Do you think this will be a good idea? Sorry, sir, sorry. Yes. Of course.
He let the phone fall on the floor. Whitney stood still, waiting, seeing his face turn from shock, to anger, to understanding, to a confused grim.
– What’s fucking happening? Tell me, you big dumb baby. Stop pouting.
– The games are coming here.
- Then we have an opportunity.
…
Will's mansion was lightened by candles, dark and chic, big victorian couches, giant marble statues, pools, table from old kalosian wood. Half naked waiters walked around, their faces masked, all young and ripe, offering food, drinks and their own bodies to the participants.
A choir of Xatus sang, their music filling the halls, driving a constant surrealistic confusion, those willing to let their minds be influenced sinking in deep hallucinations, in drugged ecstasy.
Bruno hated those parties.
He walked with intent, wearing a simple mask, but he refused to wear a suit, only in his loose white pants. Whitney was beautiful at his side, covered in white latex, boots that covered half her legs, a cute pink cow mask covering her face, but her magnificent breasts exposed, swinging with every movement.
Moans filled the halls, the orgy slowly beginning, one guy fondling a young dark-skinned waitress pussy, two young women sucking on an older lady breasts, a girl he was sure was from Paldea, using a Meowscarada mask, was getting assfucked by a Slowbro in the middle of a pool to the delight of the audience, her foreign shrieks grabbing everyone attention.
– Too much…
– Let the man have his fun, dear.
– Every week, Whitney. It’s weird. Can’t he just fuck? Like normal?
Whitney giggled. Her man was so dumb. She grabbed him by the waistline of his pants and pulled him to the deep chambers, away from the main debauchery to find their colleague.
They found William Itsuki laying on a black sofa, his feet up, wearing a perfectly fitted purple and black suit, masked as always, surrounded by young, incredibly thin girls, none of them seeming older than seventeen years old. Everybody knew he preferred his servants young. Naked, they all wore only a mask and a choker, their butts branded with a black tattoo, his property. When he got bored of them, or when they got too old, he would mark the other asscheek, and then any guest could enjoy them.
He swallowed the grape one of them was feeding him, and smiled to the newcomers, his teeth glistening with the candlelight.
– Bruno, what a pleasure. It’s been so long since you last honoured me with your company.
He grumbled something, a brute man of action, not words. He brought Whitney so he wouldn’t need to talk to that slimy pompous aristocrat.
– Hey Will. How you doing?
– Whitney, my dear, welcome back – He sat, gesturing for two girls to surround him, resting his arms over their shoulders – Hope you both are enjoying the party.
– Great as always. The girl on the stage. Paldean?
– Oh, yes, very astute. Was looking for one for a good time. She was trying to flee the country, Giovanni pushed her my way, so that I could offer her refuge – His eyes glistened, malicious – It was very fun breaking her. Caramel skin, such lustful moans. Paldean is an exquisite language for sex. This is the first time I’m making her fuck a pokemon. Is she doing good?
– Guess so. Your guests are enjoying it.
Will wavered his hand. Of course they were, he knew how to put a show.
– Did you get the chance to enjoy Paldea, Bruno dear?
– Yeah… – He mumbled
– I’m jealous. That young finalist… Juliana – He made a sound of appreciation with his lips, smiling with half his face, devious – So spunky, so filled with spirit. Must be too stretched out now, but how I wished for a chance with her, you know? She was just perfect.
– She lacked a bit of meat – Whitney teased, curving her body forward, her breasts moving – No tits. Could be better.
Will rolled his eyes. Whitney laughed a bit. The first time she went to one of those parties, she was a bright eyed young trainer, still looking to solidify her career. She tried to fuck Will, but even back then she was too much of a woman to him. She was so glad to have found Bruno.
– Loving the talk, but you know why we’re here, right? You got the call?
– Sure did.
– What did you think about it?
Will shrugged. His hands caressed the tits that barely were tits of the two slaves around him.
– It’s smart. We’re having some unrest. The masses are so unruly sometimes. It was such a great success in Paldea, makes sense to repeat with lower stakes. And the prize is tempting.
– So tempting.
– Whoever wins will have power surpassed only by Red. A chance to impose our will on the new colonies. To put Johto's name in the history books. How to say no? Are you entering? Is Bruno okay with this?
– He is.
- And if you lose?
- I don't lose.
It was not hard to convince him. They were together, but both had no problems letting the other fuck outside of the relationship. Bruno would let she do whatever she wanted, even if it was dangerous.
– I heard Koga is not competing. Do you know if Karen herself will try?
– Not her style. She’s too proud to get fucked in public.
– Too stupid, more like it. Does she even have a girl to send in her place?
– Jasmine.
Whitney tensed up, confused.
– Olivine leader Jasmine? The one with the floaty dresses?
– That one.
– What the fuck. Ain’t she, like, all pure and stuff? Church Girl, anti-fun, the one protesting against our invasion?
– Karen is evil, dear. The worst of us. She wanted Jasmine exactly for this reason.
– She’s a gym leader – Bruno finally spoke again – She should be protected. We're not barbarians.
– Well, do you wanna tell this to Karen? I don’t.
Bruno crossed his arms, retreating from conversation. Will turned back to Whitney.
– Do you know about Lance?
– He’ll send his little bimbo cousin, who else? She’s been gobbling on his cock since she was born. Clair would kill herself to make Lance smile.
– Makes sense. We just can’t let Karen win, and I think everything will be fine.
Whitney knew Bruno really didn’t want Will winning, but said nothing. There was only one thing missing.
– And you?
He smiled, wide and proud.
– Thought you would never ask.
Will snapped his fingers, and a young girl emerged from behind some curtains, walking towards them, naked. She wore a white and red mask, the same model as his, her light brown hair with two cute little pigtails, walking barefoot through the cold floor, black see-through stockings, small round breasts with pink areolas, a shaved perfect pink pussy. There was still some fear in her caramel eyes, shy and uncomfortable.
– This is Lyra. My new protegee She’s a great trainer, fierce, loyal, still young enough to begin her career the perfect way.
She said nothing. Whitney tried to read her. Sixteen? Fifteen? She seemed non threatening, a teenager, nervous and inexperienced. She smirked, unable to take her seriously. What the fuck was Will thinking?
– Nemona won Paldea. Juliana was second. Don’t underestimate her, Whitney. All it takes is the right motivation.
– Yeah, right. As if fighting some Paldean sluts was hard. None of them would have a shot here. You should give up, kid. Go back to school.
– I… I c-can’t…
– Lyra dear, please go back inside. We’ll talk later.
She did. Will turned to the couple in front of him, smiling.
– It’ll be good for the morale of our country. And one of us will be able to change everything. Rule the world.
Whitney's mouth watered. So much power, the idea was making her horny. She was born for greatness, she was the best trainer in Johto, the only one who deserved it. Not the sadistic dogfucking Karen, nor their incestual champion, or Will and his cult filled with underaged orgies. She deserved it! Her and only her! She would win. She deserved it.
Whitney.
Queen of the world. It felt so nice.
…
Kneeling, Jasmine prayed for forgiveness. Big cross piercings hurt her nipples. It was cold on top of the lighthouse, strong winds hitting her naked body. She had sinned so much. She wanted to cum so bad, but her mistress didn’t let her. Her back ached from the leashes, still red and bloodied. How could she have fallen so low? Tears ran down through her face, like every single night since Karen entered her life. But Arceus had given her a way out, a miracle, an ultimate solution. Do this last thing, and you’ll be free. You can forget everything, and be happy. She wished so bad for Him to forgive her for all her sins. All the spanking… The forbidden homosexuality forced upon her… That woman pissing on her face... The dogs… The dogs… She wanted Him to forgive her so that maybe she could forget.
Clair moaned, her cousin's name, alone in her bed. “Lance… Lance…”, muffled sounds as she bounced on a big dragon shaped dildo, her ass going back and forth, her face biting at the pillow. She loved him, Lance was perfect, her master, her heart. Ever since she was a little girl she knew she would serve him exactly as he wanted. “Fuck me Lance… Please…”
– No. Focus.
He was sitting, watching her, training her. She was his pet, his property, and she would bring him even more power, beyond Johto, beyond their draconic legacy. They would rule together, like their parents always intended. She would carry his children, about to be bred with the perfect genes, keeping their lineages pure. But first she would have to do her part. Fuck.
– Stop, Clair. Get out of the dildo. It’s time for you to fuck one of my Dragonites.
Whitney sat atop the farmhouse of her Milktank farm, just a bit away in the Goldenrod rural area. All her Milktanks and Tauros grazing peaceful. And to think such a babe like her had come from that crap. Poor dumb farmgirl, with nothing in her head and a pair of great tits. Nobody ever took her seriously, only a quick fuck and nothing more, easy to manipulate. Yeah, right. She was a great trainer, she was a gym leader, she was on the verge of greatness. She was not afraid to get her hands dirty, to suck on some cocks. A free world was a world of opportunity, one where girls like her could shine. Sex could be fun. Sex should be fun. And so she was gonna win. Prove them all wrong.
Lyra grinned, on fours in the middle of Will’s party, fighting hard not to cry. He was holding firmly on her waist, his cock deep into her asshole, pounding her tight hole with glee. He only ever fucked her ass, so that his special little trophy would remain a virgin, her hymen intact. All his guests were clapping, his waiters watching in indifference. Would she become one of them after all that? Just part of decoration? Another object? She shouldn’t think such thoughts. She ran away from home to live her dream, to become a trainer, to be free…
To be free…
Everybody clapped, Will raised his arms, gloating in celebration. It hurt so bad, his dick was so painful… She had barely kissed before finding him, only Ethan, nothing more. But the money… She was in so much debt… From pokeballs, potions, medicine… He promised he would help her, he would finance her journey, and he did… And then the demands began… Lyra knew no way to escape from Will’s grasp, his favorite new toy. So she stood there, moaning, trying to dissociate, trying to let him cum inside her asshole, his virgin little toy.
It was time.
The games were coming to Johto.
A new winner would be crowned.