Friday, January 27, 2017

Pokemon Hotel Catfight

another brawl between the ladies of pokemon, this time adding Allow from the new Alola region.

The trip to the Alola region had its ups and downs. The group has run into all sorts of pokemon and they’d spent a lot of time with Ash, but the girls had also picked up another rival for his attention. Mallow, the tan, green-haired local girl had started to tag along, leaving Misty, May, Dawn, Iris, and Serena to have one more person to be jealous of. The girls had spent more than they planned on souvenirs and pokemon items, so they had agreed to settle in the same cheap hotel room for the night.

Things could definitely have been better. They were several floors up, but even if they’d wanted to, they had been informed that the pool on the ground floor was being cleaned and wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow. The room was big enough for them all, but with a rough floor littered with splinters and uneven floors that caused their luggage to bounce and their feet to trip and slip up. It was a mess just to get into the room, and even then, they realized there was no furniture. The only thing they had to sleep in was a single hammock.

They had hardly gotten their things into the room when the arguing started for the one sleeping space in the room. The fact of the matter was that it was the hammock or curling up on the cold and scratchy floorboards. "I've been with him the longest!" Misty declared, stomping her foot and then wincing as it was stung by the rough wood of the floor.

"Well, I'm the local here," Mallow defended indignantly. "I've been here the longest."

"Oh yea? Then it's the easiest for you to just go home," Serena snapped at her. "At least someone like me could just squeeze in there with Iris to make the best of it."

"No way!" Iris insisted. "It'd be too much for any of your fat asses. I'm the only one who can even fit in there."

"Want to bet?" May gloated as she stormed right for the crummy hammock.

"You greedy little bitch!" Dawn snapped, stepping up behind May and shoving her in the back. The brown-haired girl stumbled from the push and fell on her stomach into the rough hammock, her hands and feel flailing on either side as her body swung on the hanging cloth. The girls laughed at her expense before May managed to reach out and grab Mallow by her bikini bottoms, pulling them straight down in her angry flailing.

Mallow shrieked and tried to pull away, but her feet were tangled in the lower half of her swimsuit and she couldn't go far without tripping. She tried to just stay put, swinging her arms for balance, but Iris darted up behind her and smacked her tanned and naked ass. Mallow yelped and jumped, which just made her fall flat on her chest on the floor. The rest of the girls took it as an excuse to let out their anger on each other, as Misty was quick to grab Serena in a chokehold from behind. The blonde clawed at Misty's arms while Dawn tackled into Iris. May managed to finally get some balance on the hammock, just to flip herself over and land bodily on Mallow's back.

Serena scratched up Misty's trapping arms, but the redheaded gym leader was still holding tight. Serena was kicking at the floor to try to get her footing, but like the rest of the group, she was just getting scrapes and splinters of her own from rolling on the floor. She instead reached up and pulled on Misty's hair with all her might, getting a shriek out of Misty as she had to let go of Serena's neck to hold her wrist and minimize the damage being done to her scalp. I allowed Serena to shift her position and slam an elbow back into Misty's breast, knocking her back and some fresh scrapes from the floor going across her butt from the rough wood.

Dawn had caught Iris by the wrists, pinning the smaller girl to the floor. Iris was still kicking her in the legs and sides, but Dawn's position didn't give her the same luxury. Instead, she just thrust her body forward, mashing her bigger tits into Iris' face. The tanned little fighter grunted and squirmed against the boob smother, but the greater weight was too much for her. Dawn pulled back to let her cough and shake her head a moment before going in for another, but Iris was quicker to cut her off by biting into the soft flesh of her chest. Dawn instantly let out a scream and pulled back to spot the dragon trainer's bite marks on her pale skin, rubbing the sore spot as Iris got up to her knees.

"You dirty little beast!" Dawn snapped at her, trying to grab Iris by the hair but the shorter girl suddenly uppercutting her in the twat.

"How's that for dirty!?" she crowed back.

Mallow groaned and squirmed, trying to crawl out from under May. It proved especially uncomfortable as her breasts and naked thighs were pushed into the rough wood of the floorboards, with May's weight not helping that any. She managed to catch May by the leg and pull, throwing her off her back so that they laid almost side by side. Mallow kicked wildly at May, and soon the two were a tangle of legs pushing and smacking at each other's hips and bodies. This was something of a harmless stalemate until Mallow's toe caught on May's top, pulling it up and baring the trainer's round breasts. May gasped and tried to cover up rather than counter attack, letting Mallow lift up her foot and slam her heel down on top of it. "AOOOH!" May gave a pathetic cry and curled up, hugging her chest as Mallow laughed at her pain.

"So much for your chances with Ash with a set of squashed tits!" Mallow taunted before kicking her in the ribs for good measure.

Mallow raised her foot for another punishing stomp when Serena tackled into Misty, sending the two tumbling over the floor. They kept shoving and climbing over each other to try to avoid any unnecessary contact with the floor and its pricking splinters, but it also sent them barreling out of control across the floor. The brawling pair slammed right into Mallow, dragging her into the fray as Misty grabbed her hair for leverage and Serena braced a knee on her thigh to try to climb over her.

"Agghh! Get off me, you idiots!" Mallow screamed, elbowing Serena in the head to knock her back to the ground. Mallow tried to lunge away, but she tripped over Misty's grabbing arm and fell too far, bouncing her head off of the wall. She fell to the floor, briefly stunned from her jarring injury as Misty grabbed her by the ankles. "Ughh, nooo," Mallow objected dizzily, but Misty stood up and pulled back on her legs, dragging the green-haired girl across the floor like a broken wheelbarrow. Mallow's moans turned to screams as she felt the wood bounce and sting her breasts as she was pulled along its surface.

Serena was still nursing her aching breasts when May crawled up behind her and grabbed her by the hair. May shook the blonde violently back and forth, letting her trailing screams waver with it. Serena finally managed to grab her by the ankle and pull hard enough to drop May on her ass. May yelped as her tailbone landed on an uneven bump and Serena curled up to hug her scratched red breasts. The blonde still spun around and dug her claws into May's breasts, tearing her top down and milking a scream from the brunette. May's eyes watered, but she jabbed her nails into Serena's in turn. Their tops were soon wildly off center, their naked breasts hanging out while they were being twisted and misshapen by their rival. The two grit their teeth to squeeze harder and endure the pain from the other, seeming like they would go on forever rather than back down.

Instead, Iris came running by and threw a kick into Serena's head while barely breaking stride. It sent the blonde toppling over backward, and May was about to pounce on her when Dawn chased after Iris. Dawn threw a kick of her own into May's head to knock her over just like her opponent, leaving them laid out side by side. However, before Dawn could give proper chase, Serena recovered enough to grab her around the ankle in her confusion. Dawn shrieked and fell to the floor, the two vengeful and topless girls grabbing her legs and dragging her back towards them before they wishboned her thighs apart.

Mallow managed to wriggle from Misty's grip and kick her in the tits, but each time she just regained her grip and ignore her bruising breast hanging from her top. Iris caught up to the pair, but rather than ambush Misty, she caught Mallow by the hair and pulled away from her other attacker. “Aww, are you stuck? Lemme help you get out!” Iris taunted.

Mallow screamed as her hair and legs were pulled on by her rivals, her cries mixing with the forcefully split open Dawn. Dawn's legs were spread eagle in either direction, her thong almost completely vanishing up between her privates. Dawn tried to pull herself free, but only managed to get more splinters pricking at her ass. She finally bucked her weight to kick Serena in the stomach. Serena grunted lost her grip as she fell backward, colliding with Misty. The redhead lost her grasp on Mallow's legs from the impact, and she instinctively spun around and delivered a heavy slap to Serena's face. The blonde's head snapped, but she responded with a quick punch to Misty's stomach and grabbed her by the hair. The two quickly entered a frantic frenzy clawing and pulling hair, nails and fingers grabbing and scratching whatever was available on the other girl until their swimsuits were in shreds.

This set off the other pairings as Mallow got enough of her balance back to take Iris by the neck and throw her over her shoulder. The shorter trainer was easily flung over and landed on her head, falling out flat on the rough wood. "I've had enough of you bitches getting in my way!" Mallow hissed. "That hammock is mine and Ash is mine! In fact, I think it's time I showed you tourists the view out here..." Mallow grabbed the tan girl her by her tiny top, dragging her out towards the balcony.

May leapt on top of Dawn, not wanting to let her get back up from her earlier attacks. However, Dawn was already thrashing her legs to try to get free, so when May came down, Dawn's knee went up. It spiked right into May's pussy, with the brown-haired trainer's jaw dropping but too stunned to make an actual sound. She bounced right off of Dawn as her body went numb, only able to cup her agonized crotch.

Mallow reached the balcony, a shoddy old thing like the rest of the room. It was so old and weathered that they hadn't even bothered to rebuild the guard rails. Mallow heard stories from the locals who used it for dares and parties so that they could jump off the edge and land right in the pool.

This would be a bit different from all that. As if their room wasn't bad enough, the pool was set to be cleaned today. They had drained the pool and instead filled it up with some hot oil that would eat away the bacteria. They had seen a Magmar blowing fire on it until it boiled earlier, and it had only just started to cool down. They could still smell and see the lingering steam from what was about to become Iris' hot oil bath from several stories up.

"About time someone cleaned you up, you little bitch!" Mallow crowed, forcing Iris to the edge of the balcony. The smaller trainer yelped as she finally saw the drop, hugging her arms and legs around Mallow's leg. The green-haired girl shook her leg and tried to force her off, but Iris just held on tight and bit into her thigh. While Mallow performed her awkward dance to try to shake her opponent off, Serena gave Misty one more hard shove. The redhead went tumbling backward, right out the door and into the struggling Iris and Mallow. The last bump made the three of them lose their footing and go flying down, screaming all the way into the oil until they hit with a gigantic splash.

Serena burst into laughter at the fate of her rivals, approaching the edge without getting near enough to fall herself. "What a bunch of idiots!" she cackled sadistically. "How's the water down there, skanks? Or should I say, how's the scalding hot oil!?"

Before she could taunt them any further, May was rising to her hands and knees while holding onto her pussy. Dawn tackled into he from behind, but May struggled enough to send the two of them catballing across the floor. They kicked and clawed, with Dawn punching May's breast and May slapping and scratching at Dawn's face.

"You stupid bitch! Let go!"

"Eat me, you blue-haired dyke!" May snapped back as they tumbled across the scratching floor.

Serena was too caught up in her own mocking laughter to notice them quickly enough, turning with a shout as they slammed into her. She shoved and kicked back at the rolling brawl, trying to stop them before they went too far. The edge came closer and closer to her heels, driving her to dig her feet into the rough wood and push them back as hard as she could. They stopped just short of the few last steps, May and Dawn in a heap at her feet as Serena was sweating and exhausted, but safe from the fall.

"Watch where you're going, cunt!" Dawn snapped at her.

"What!? I just saved you both!" Serena insisted about her attempt to save herself. "The least you could do is thank..." There came a low cracking noise as they all froze in place. The old balcony itself wasn't in the best condition, and a number of girls rolling and stomping all over it wasn't what it needed right now. The cracking picked up a bit more and the very ledge of the balcony broke off. It was enough to send May, Dawn and Serena falling right after the other three.

The girls landed a few seconds apart, but all had similar reactions. They could barely hear the dull splashes of their enemies hitting the water, but they could definitely hear the shrieks. The oil wasn't hot enough to do any damage to their skin (a few degrees less and it might even have been rather soothing for their skin), but it was a far too hot bath that was already turning their skin a hot red. The girls all flailed and screamed as they hurried to swim back to the surface of the unattended pool. May arrived at the top of the oil first, seeing the other gasping, greasy girls coming up for air as well. The fall had scared them, but now they were more angry and uncomfortable than ever. What was more, the impact and the slippery oil had their skimpy bikinis yanked right off their bodies by the time they'd reached the surface.

Misty was still wiping oily hair from her face when Serena pounced on her, dunking her under the hot oil again. She saw the thick bubbles from the screaming redhead popping up from below, grinning sadistically as she kept her under. "You needed a bath anyway, you sweaty Tepig!" the blonde taunted.

Misty's thrashing couldn't overpower Serena's pushing on her head, and she was beginning to feel dizzy from the lack of air and intense heat all around her. Still, she shoved a hand out and grab onto the blonde trainer's crotch. Misty dug in with her nails and squeezed, and the girls above the surface could see Serena begin to scream and cry from the unseen cunt claw jamming into her lower lips.

Mallow lunged for Iris, grabbing her in a bearhug. The oil proved too slippery to keep her grip on the shorter girl, and the dragon trainer popped loose and dove under the oil rather than risk another attack. Mallow tried to spot her through the thick oils, only to have May and Dawn tackle into her clumsily. The tangle of naked bodies weighed them down into the hot mess again, quickly yelping and pushing off each other to try to stay up. Dawn pushed down on May, which just made May go down deeper. She bitterly pulled on May's foot, yanking the brunette further down while it moved herself up. Mallow pulled on Dawn's hair like a violent handhold while kicking at Dawn to get up before she choked on even more of the stinging oil.

Iris watched the mayhem after she'd escaped to the far side of the pool, hanging onto the edge and weighing her options. She saw the showdown between Misty and Serena, or at least half of it going on. Serena was still holding out, shoving down while her eyes watered from all the oily steam and agony in her privates. Iris made her decision and dove back under, bracing her feet against the pool's edge and pushing off like a living torpeedo. Misty was too busy fighting for her life when Iris' head rammed into her side. It knocked out what precious wind there was left inside the redhead, leaving Misty floating weakly in the oil as she held onto her stomach. She managed a quick scratch down Iris' little chest, but the dragon trainer gave her a kick to the pussy and paddled off. Misty was still reeling from that when Serena swung a slow but powerful kick through the oil. It smacked Misty in the jaw and sent her floating to the top of the pool unconscious, eventually drifting along until her unconscious form just draped uselessly against the ladder heading out.

The girls had been swimming in the oily water for about a minute now, and they were all starting to get a bit lightheaded. The steam and heat was one thing, but the two combined were stinging their various injuries. The scratches and claw marks on their breasts, faces and asses constantly ached from the hot oil, and the splinters from the hotel floor were slipping loose unpleasantly as the heat opened up their tiny cuts.

When Iris came up for air, Serena quickly spotted her and went after her. The blonde caught the dragon trainer by the ankle, pulling her back and grabbing her ass from behind. Her nails dug into the plump flesh as Iris shrieked, drawing the attention of the rest of the girls surfacing nearby. Dawn pounced at them, but Iris thrashed sharply enough to kick her in the belly. May and Dawn still crashed into them, creating a wild five-way brawl between the remaining girls as they grabbed and clawed each other to harm them as much as it was to stay above the eye-stinging oil.

Serena lost her grip on the slippery Iris, mainly because of May grabbing her arms and twisting them behind her back. Mallow shoved Iris into Dawn as if she were a mere stepping stone to get her to Serena. She grabbed the blonde's big tits and bit into one of her nipples with a loud snarl, only matched by Serena's sudden moan of pain as she was left helpless to stop her own tit torture. Her feet thrashed around, but they were more focused on staying afloat than fighting back.

Iris caught her balance on Dawn, but the blue-haired girl smacked her across the face hard enough to send her spinning all the way around. Dawn caught the shorter girl by the hair, twisting and tearing anything she could get her hands on. Iris' eyes watered as she shouted in pain and exhaustion, but she reached back and grabbed onto Dawn's hips for balance. It wasn't enough to get her attacker to stop, but it braced herself enough to swing her heel backward and smack into Dawn's pussy. The blue-haired trainer grunted loudly, letting go of Iris. The dragon expert still hammered out several more hard cunt shots until Dawn sank miserably down into the mess.

Serena was screaming like mad, the heat stinging the injuries to her chest as Mallow moved on to her other tit. She had bitten the first raw and bloody, her hard nipple leaking from its areola. As soon as Mallow got her mouth on Serena's other breast, however, May shoved the blonde forward so that her tit smacked into Mallow's face. The newest pokegirl grunted as the big chest bounced off her face, knocking her silly and letting May toss the aching Serena on top of her momentary teammate.

"Well that was fun!" May gloated. "But I think you deserve some hurting too!" The brunette sloshed over through the deep oil to grab both Mallow and Serena by the hair, banging the startled girls' heads together and dunking their stunned faced under the surface of the oil. It also dunked their breasts back into the scalding mess, which was especially painful for Serena's bleeding chest.

The two tormented trainers managed to coordinate just enough that they both kicked backward at once, bashing May in the stomach. May grunted and flopped backward, holding her abdomen and looking shocked as she coughed for air and tried not to wretch. Serena and Mallow gratefully raised their heads and gasped for air, their hair dripping with oil after the fresh dunking, just for Iris to pounce on Mallow with a battle cry before they both vanished back under the oil again.

Serena took the opportunity to charge after the gagging May, grabbing her by her long greasy locks and swinging her to slam her head into the edge of the pool. May's head bounced off with a grim, dull thud, bouncing off with a witless expression on her face. She was knocked senseless as Serena grabbed her by the pussy and used it as a handle to get the whimpering May turned completely upside down, hooking her legs on the pool's hard edge. May squirmed and flailed, but she was too dazed in too awkward a position to escape. Serena just grabbed onto the edge herself, staying afloat and pinning the legs down as she pressed her pussy into the submerged May's head. The blonde smirked wickedly as she grinded her greasy crotch on May's face. "Knew you had to be good for something, you ugly bitch," Serena snapped before throwing a punch into May's lower belly, right between her stomach and pussy. The brunette gave off some miserable gurgles, but soon she fell limp and Serena was able to slid off of her, leaving her awkwardly floating on her back and coughing up oil in her KOed state.

Under the oil, Iris and Mallow wrestled for position. Mallow landed a few oil-slowed slaps to Iris' face, but Iris slipped past her last swing and positioned herself above the Alolan girl. Iris' strong little legs wrapped around her head and squeezed, locking her ankles to lock a dangerously tight head scissor. Mallow clawed at her legs and thrashed around, trying to slip free. Whenever she'd pop out of Iris' legs, though, the dragon expert would catch her by the hair and force her back in. While Iris was able to poke her head up for the occasional gasp of air, Mallow was left with her head in between the soft little thighs, or sometimes with her nose stuffed right into her hairless pussy.

Mallow thought she saw a saving grace as Dawn seemed to have come to her senses and swam towards her. While she expected a rescue, apparently Dawn was more concerned with letting out her anger on a helpless rival. Dawn just grabbed Mallow's legs and forced them wide open, her legs left in a painful split while the blue-haired girl rammed her fingers into her twat and started to roughly thrust and claw around inside. Between the choking and the pussy abuse, Mallow couldn't hold out for long before she let out one last, thick bubble of a scream before she unwillingly orgasmed and passed out, the girls feeling her go limp.

Iris let up to allow her to float back to the top, the weakly dozing Mallow drifting lazily through the tide that was caused by the fighting women. The last three eyed each other angrily, weighing their options before, based on the heat and the pain driving up their aggression even further, they all just decided to charge in blindly. They could feel the exhaustion from their painful environment catching up to them, and they wanted to end the others as soon as they could.

Iris immediately slapped Serena when she was in reach, only for Dawn to smack Iris on the ass. She spun around as Serena grabbed the shortest girl in a bearhug, grabbing her tiny tits and digging in with her fingernails. Dawn apparently had the same idea, and soon both of their hands were feuding with each other over which of them got to destroy Iris' nipples. The shortest girl shrieked as they feuded over and on her, but then bit into Serena's forearm. She yelped and pulled back, her arms bumping into Dawn's to send them flying off as well. Iris whipped around for a sudden punch into Dawn's stomach, just to turn and giving a splashing kick into Serena's wounded tit. Both girls reeled and moaned as they clutched their fresh injuries, Iris going on a rampage as she took Dawn by the hair and brought her head down so her knee cracked into the blue-haired girl's jaw.

Serena grabbed Iris by the shoulder, but this time spun her around to crush her into a bearhug. The blonde's oily breasts pushed into her face and quickly started to smother Iris in a wall of slippery flesh. The smaller girl flailed furiously, sputtering on the hot oil as she clawed and bit at Serena's boobs. The blonde tried to hold out, but she was too focused to see Dawn rise up again and slug Serena in the mouth. The girls fell apart, but Iris swung her foot backward to show her ingratitude towards her rescuer. The girl's heel slammed Dawn in the cunt, making her gag and bend over once again. Iris reached under the oils to grab Dawn's legs, only to find that Serena had returned and was doing the same. Both girls pulled up on the legs, flipping Dawn upside down in the oil. She gagged and thrashed, but was unable to resist their leverage. Not content with letting her panic and pass out from the heat alone, both girls stomped on her pussy in turn, milking more screams from her until the bubbles stopped. They took it as their cue to let go of her as Dawn floated weakly back to the surface.

Iris didn't wait for Serena to look up from her latest victim, turning and slapping her in her bit and bloodied tit. Serena shrieked and tried to cover up her chest as it connected with a wet smack, but Iris pressed her attack all the same. She clawed and kicked at Serena as if she were trying to climb her rival, fingers and toes digging into her soft skin. Serena shoved at Iris' chin to painfully bend back her neck and force her to fight blindly while Serena punched into her stomach and ribs.

Iris eventually overstepped her limits when she stepped up and off on Serena's thigh. The blonde's weight tipped over backward, but she still clung to Iris to drag her down into the oil with her. They both winced and choked as the heat seemed to force its way inside their bodies and lungs, and neither able to swim properly without letting go of their hated foe.

Serena acted first, managing to get near Iris' legs. She grabbed the ankles and wrapped her thighs around the shorter girl's head, squeezing the underwater (or under oil) headscissor onto her. Iris gave a stifled squeak, but she returned the favor with her own tight legs around Serena's neck. The two were tangled in their 69 position, squeezing one another's heads while they cried into their opponent's crotch. Their precious air was harder to contain from not only the choking hold, but resisting the urge to scream out from the exhaustion and pain coursing through their bodies. The oil stung their fresh scratches and their hearts raced as their heads spun. Serena bit into the tan girl's thighs while Iris dug her nails into the legs of her taller opponent.

Between their squirming and the waves they were kicking up in the oil, the two managed to briefly break through the surface. Iris spent the first breath of air she'd had in a painfully long time shouting angry threats at Serena, even if they were drown out by the continuing hold and hot oil washing its greasy taste into her mouth and pussy.

"You fat fucking stupid cow! I'm going to use those saggy old tits for my pillow tonight!" Iris shrieked.

"I'm going to leave you in here to cook, you little shrimp! Ash is mine, just like your scrawny, titless ass is mine!" Serena shouted back, coughing up a mouthful of oil as she clenched the hold and dragged them back under.

They wouldn't get so lucky again in their squirming. They refused to let the other go in their savage spite, and weighed each other down. Serena made a few last bubbling noises and her eyes rolled back, limply floating upward. Iris gave a few miserable gurgles as Serena's legs stayed locked around her head, nowhere to go before she similarly collapsed. They joined the rest of the girls, all six of the catty trainers drifting like debris after the storm of their battle. By the time any of them would wake up, they would look like they had been out in the sun too long; the hot oil scorching their skin so red that neither of them could lay comfortable in the hammock without it irritating their skin.

Game of the Year part (6?)

next part in the bodyswap videogame story. Learn how to summon allies, level up, and masturbate on camera in Hot Cats! also, I put up a new chapter to the Punch Out genderswap story on the Patreon!


Captain Scrapiron woke up as soon as David and Goldie were done talking. Goldie turned to him with her fists on her chubby little hips. “Dad, what did I tell you? I’m an adult now! I can make my own choices, and I don’t want to be a sewer pirate! I’ve got a job and an apartment and friends…” She went on giving the beaten captain an earful, even as the boat sped along unabated through the tunnels (David at least figured out how to slow it down). He seemed genuinely remorseful, and gave her a lot of “Sorry, love”s. The kraken caught up to them at their lower speed, the rest of the pirates nowhere in sight. They were likely eaten or just their bodies disappeared when the game realized they weren’t “on screen.”

Scrapiron ended up being untied by his daughter (still a shock to David) and apologized to them again. “I’m right sorry about that. I just miss my girl somefin’ awful. Here. I’ll pay you back some time…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone like Krystal’s, and when he held out a hand, Krystal seemed to know what to do and handed him our phone. He hit a few quick keys and handed it back, with an app up labeled Friends With Benefits. Another tutorial pop-up appeared to fill the awkward silence.

“Characters you form a bond with can be summoned to help you in fights and certain situations. Just don’t go being a shitty friend: if you ask too much too often, their gauge will decrease and they may not show up. Keep providing them favors or gifts to have a steady team on backup for emergencies.”

“Great. Summons and a dating sim combined,” David thought to himself. The app had Scrapiron, Goldie, and Kraken listed on it. It was good to know he had some more trump cards for emergencies, but he was barely scraping by on his own with items to bail him out. He’d have to look into fixing that later. A triumphant beeping noise came to him as he briefly thought he went blind, only for the white screen to show several familiar numbers popping up to fill the screen.

Krystal Kaverne: Lvl 3 Skank.
Luck: 3, Charm: 6, IQ: 2, Power: 5, Speed: 3, Weapons: 1

He noted his Power and Charm went up, feeling like it was a pretty lousy game mode to level up his stats as the game felt like. He supposed most of his solutions were with punching and seduction anyway, so maybe that was where it got the basis. He did wonder where it got the Skank title It did give a decently-sized list of things labeled Perks, random bonuses that David skimmed through. A few stood out to him...
Call Girl: enemies are stunned longer whenever you use your phone
Dick Handler: police ignore illegal activities more easily bribed
Gold Digger: grants a small bonus amount every time you gain money
Holla Back Girl: provides friendly targets bonuses with a war cry or a flirty taunt
Interspecies: gain bonuses to seducing monsters and animals
Junk In the Trunk: increases the damage for hip-based attacks.
Lady of the Evening: higher HP by night
Likes It Rough: reduces Lust when enemies attack sensitive areas
Streetwalker: deals bonus damage to punks and thugs

“Picking up a theme, are you?” David muttered in his stat-filled whitespace. “I bet if I were a man in this game I’d get all kinds of guns and contacts and stuff…” He was tempted by Alpha Bitch, the one that got him a dog, but he felt like he needed to keep himself under control first. Likes It Rough was tempting since it had been a close call this time, but he felt like he could manage that with some more carefully regulated sluttiness. He went with one of the less offensive and more practical ones.

Girl Power: deal more damage to male characters, but take more damage from females.

He’d hardly seen any women, and even then they were, they were common thugs or random characters. One last message added “You have access to new Finishers before the world came back into sight. Scrapiron was steering the motorboat as he parked it beneath a ladder and a manhole. “This should be right by your place. You good to go from there?”

Seeing they were waiting on him David shrugged. “Fine by me. I could use a break from this fucked up city.”

Scrapion gave a hearty laugh. “Some of us prefer to live in the sewers for a reason,” he said with a smirk. “Well, up ya go then.”

Goldie stood up on her tiptoes to smooch him on the cheek. “I’ll see you at Thanksgiving, daddy,” she chimed before starting up the ladder. David wiped some of the goop off his hands before trying to follow. He almost slipped on his high-heeled boots and slick fingers before he just let Krystal take over. She had more experience being filthy in high heels and leather. They came out with Krystal’s apartment a little up the road. Goldie went with her to the corner before she turned.

“You SURE you’re going to be okay going home yourself?” David pressed.

Goldie just giggled and shook her head. “It’s right around the corner! Of course I am. See you tomorrow. Sorry about the mess.” Krystal let her go around the corner with a smile, but as soon as she rounded the corner, Krystal poked her head around the corner and watched until the attack-prone girl opened up her apartment building and literally vanished as she stepped inside. Krystal and David both sighed and trudged back into her apartment.

It was weird how easy it was to get to his room. He opened the door and he was in a hall. He went up less than a whole flight of stairs when the sign marked it as 4th floor. His door glowed a faint green and he pushed it open without unlocking it despite feeling certain he’d locked it. He made sure that the place was untouched; dirty lingerie, tv, old pizza box that he’d never eat because he never got hungry…
It wasn’t a break-in so much as it was just the game not wanting to waste his time watching her unlock a door and going through the monotony of scaling three flights of stairs and unlocking his door. It was… oddly comforting. No tedium. The game took care of that for him. His health bar filled up as he expected from near empty. If nothing else, the fight with Scrapiron had warned him about losing fights and what that meant; a close call and a hard contest to avoid them doing whatever they wanted to him. Though the thought of the rugged pirate mounting her got a moan from his lips. He had to bite one to stop it, looking around the apartment. There was no way Krystal didn’t have some way of dropping her Lust. He rolled his eye into the corner of his vision, making the meter pop up and still mostly full. He was getting used to the weird meta-controller that was his way of living now.

He remembered the pointer that masturbating was a way to level it out a little, but this was getting out of control. Krystal had some needs, and he was looking for the good shit. He tried popping in one of her porn DVDs, but realized it was a tv screen in a video game: it showed the upper half of a topless woman gyrating and moaning, but it looped every 10 seconds. He found a number of outfits and toys in the closet, but trying out the vibrator just dropped him less than a 10th of the way. He also remembered something about the Lust tips: characters had fetishes and kinks programmed into them. He’d had a laptop in the real world long enough to know to lock it with a password: there was nothing like browser history to get a grasp on someone’s fetishes, and Krystal didn’t seem the type to secure her computer or be modest about her browsing.

There was one link in her favorites that was a dead giveaway: Krystal was a showoff.


David soon had it all set up. He’d used Sneak/a/peak.com and found Krystal’s webcam show profile already logged in and announced one in 20 minutes. And of course, Krystal owned a webcam with an extra long cable. He was going to kill three birds with one stone. Clean up, reduce his lust, and make some good money. People on Krystal’s fan list were paying crazy amounts for views and special requests. David took some time in front of the mirror, where he didn’t know how to use any makeup or even brush his big mess of hair, but the options menu that appeared let it go right back to normal. Of course, he was still sticky and sweaty, but he’d changed into just a bathrobe. He’d planned to wear it open, but Krystal has picked it to be too small already. It was just wide enough to cover up his nipples, and showed off her perfect semi-circles of half of her breasts. When people started to sign in, he switched on the cam and stepped back into view, making sure his fans could see all of his fabulous, mature body in nothing but the robe. An empty meter with a dollar sign immediately appeared at the bottom,


“Hey there, boys and girls,” David chimed in Krystal’s smooth, smoky voice. “Who wants to play?” The meter instantly jumped up a quarter.
There was no out of body experience (at least not anymore than David was experiencing constantly within the game world) but it was strange to have to think about himself from the view of the camera. It did take David a bit of thinking beforehand, but he knew what he'd like to see from a woman like Krystal. He went along teasing them while he took off his clothes, watching the comments pop up with little numbers by them like the scores in a mini-game.

"So hot!" +5
"Love those tits!" +10
"Wait, slower!" -1
"I think I'm in the wrong chat, but I'm okay with this... -,-" +3

David had brought out his prize-winning tits with their hard little nipples on the end. He saw the payments spike up when he brought out his big guns, and at the same time, his Lust meter appeared and lowered a few notches. She was enjoying the show almost as much as the fans. Dave knelt down to place his face right in front of the camera, resting his hefty tits on the procelin so they ballooned up even more beneath his chin.

"Come on, boys. Keep bringing out those tips," he intoned flirtily. "Don't be afraid to blow your loads on me." He puckered his fat lips into a mimed kiss for the camera, and the donations gave another jump. His meter was about 75% now, and he noticed his character portrait popping up on the top of the website. It had been hovering there before, but now it was on the top ten most viewed shows on right now. He eyed up the various women ahead of him, decided they didn't look like anything special, and decided that he was going to make it to the top. He'd put that 6 Charm to work.


David spent the next half hour showing off his ridiculously proportioned body, and he could see where Krystal got her ego and show-off nature. When he had it, he had the urge to flaunt it. The flattering and horny comments did help egg him on to be sexier and wilder.

He completely lost the robe and did a few basic poses and jiggles for them, always rubbing his hands over himself. The comments brought up a few questions and he'd take a moment to answer them. Between himself and Krystal's AI, he had something flirty for everything they asked.
"Is the bathroom your favorite place to have sex?"
"I just fuck where as many people can appreciate my body as possible."

"Why are you in the bathroom?"
"It's bath time, but I'm about to get dirty for you *wink*"

He eventually climbed into the tub, waving and winking while rubbing himself down. When he decided he wasn't completely smelling like a sewer, he lifted his legs and spread out as he masturbated for the camera. The comments were coming in too fast to read, and rocketed his way up to number two on the entire site. He had thousands of Pork Bucks rushing into his account! Hundreds of men were lining up to watch him masturbate, even if they were preprogrammed auto-responses knowing this world.

"Rub it faster!" +2
"Pinch those nipples bitch!" +2
"Yes! Just like that!" +15
"So hawt!" +7
"Spank that pussy like a naughty girl!" +8
"You're going to cum, right? Inviting my friends!" +5
"Hottest girl on Sneakapeak! Where have you been all my life!?" +25

After a lot of rough fingering and moaning, David finally felt his body give in and squirt across the floor, almost hitting the camera itself. There was a lot of pinging and beeping from his computer. His meter so full that it went off the bar ("175%!") and he had overtaken the sexy Asian girl as the number 1 spot. After catching his breath and seeing his Lust meter was down to almost nothing, he smiled and slipped out of the tub, wiggling his wet hips and bending over for the camera as he unplugged the tub. He turned back and bent down to hit the switch, his wet, dripping nipples just in front of it. "Nighty night, boys," he cooed before switching it off.

A few last comments came in, praising and catcalling for him.

"Such a hot, sexy bitch! Hope to see you soon!"
"W00t! Dat ass!"
"You have made a powerful enemy, Kaverne."

Wait, what? David read over the message again as he toweled off, just to be sure, and another popped up from the same user.
"The number one spot was mine, you honorless cow. This is not the last you've heard of the Busty Crane dojo."

The what!? David scrolled through the profiles on his laptop and found the listing: Tina Wang. Another high-ranked member on the site, her profile showed a pale Asian woman with a porn star body, complete with a kimono and some white geisha makeup. Her profession was listed as "ninja princess" and one of her pics had her in a martial arts pose with a sword.

David sighed and shut the laptop, checking his phone to make sure the payment went through to his account. "This fucking city... I can't even masturbate without making an arch enemy..."

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Wrestling With Mom (Patreon teaser)

one of the possible long-term stories to show up on the Patreon, based on popular opinion. A boy who's mom is a brutal champion of a wrestler in the ring, but a loving and affectionate ditz outside of work. they explore each other through various venues as their feelings for each other bubble to the surface one night.

Mom always came home the same way: sweaty, bruised, and satisfied. As soon soon as she set eyes on me, she would grab me in a big warm hug, burying me in her muscles. Then she'd start laughing and talking about how she chokeslammed a bitch through a table (or whatever that day's match involved). She'd always ask how my day was, which was always nothing special, then she'd comment on how good dinner smelled and try to guess what it was. She was always wrong. Mom was a wonderful woman, but she was much more about brawn than brains.

It was part of why I still stayed home. Mom was a champion pro wrestler, and I'd say it was all the blows to the head that made her so forgetful if she wasn't always like this. She made plenty of money as "Barb the Berserker," but she'd forget about her bills or to do laundry. She was out all day, either at the gym or the arena, so she usually didn't feel like making actual dinner. It wasn't your traditional family, but becoming mom's "little housewife" just felt... comfortable. It was rewarding to be there for her whenever she needed a hand; even if she was almost a foot bigger than me and had biceps the size of my head, she couldn't cook and lived like kind of a slob when I wasn't around.

She always told me I was the only man left in her life since dad left. I was so little when it happened, I remember asking about him when I was seven. Mom just smiled and said he went away, but always said the same joke about him. "He only ever gave me two good things: my baby boy, and teaching me how to take a punch.

...I didn't really get the last one until I was older.

I was going through college when things got their deepest. My mom was one of the oldest women in the league at 43, but a long-time champ for almost a year at the time. The XFWKVDWL was one of the wrestling leagues that was made when they made "real wrestling" legal. All the realism of boxing with the theatrics of pro wrestling. They kept the staged stuff around, but people ate up the real violence like the coliseum of old.

Barbara Sanders had been a wrestler for most of my life and a lot of her own, so I was sort of jaded to a lot of the world. I didn't bother watching these days unless mom was on or if she wanted to watch it. She was my absolute hero for as long as I could remember. She was a huge woman, built like a tank but with this sweet, beautiful face. It was a shame for her to hide it behind a mask, even if it just covered the top half and ended right above her nose, drawing the eye to the inch-long scar that trailed from her left cheek down past her jaw. She had straight blonde hair and a big chest held up but piles of muscle; muscles that bounced when she laughed and rippled when she tried to get comfortable on the couch. I think that was part of the magic between us; I knew this side of that no one in the world got to see. The shit-talking giant in the arena was the affectionate woman who needed me to make anything more complicated than toast and ate like a horse. It must have been how she kept her feminine curves despite those beefy arms and legs. I inherited her hair and eye color, but apparently turned out lean like my dad instead of a natural linebacker.

The night that things got complicated, she came home still in her wrestling gear. It was that trademark black spandex that clung to her every curve, and a flame pattern along her breasts right below the cleavage. She had calf-high boots with matching colors and a big gym bag over her shoulder. "Hey there, handsome," she chimed, squeezing me in a hug. I could smell her from across the living room, let alone when she engulfed me in her powerful arms.

"Couldn't even change, could you?" I chuckle, but I hug her back as she lifts me off my feet. The only other people she does that with end up getting suplexed.

"Sorry. Match went long. That Warhead bitch doesn't know when to take a hint and stay down. Then I had to sort of limp part of the way out of the ring when she got in that cheap shot on me." I saw mom casually rub at her crotch and wince before flashing me another smile.

"You do always say the locker room showers are shit," I smile, my hands lingering over her hard side and abs for a moment. The contrast of how soft and how firm my mother can feel has been a constant point of interest.

"That and I couldn't wait to see you," she smiled, kissing me on lips. I don't know if she held it a bit too long or if it was just something about her smell or mood today, but it sparked some thoughts in me. I had never dated seriously, even now that I was a year out of highschool and starting to take college courses. I checked out girls, sure, but none of them were as tall, strong, busty, or hot as my mom was. It was a pretty high standard, I guess, but I felt like I was already living with the ideal woman. It made watching her matches when I was alone... pretty intense. I'd cracked years ago and started masturbating to them, a mix of admiration for her body and the bizarre taboo of watching my mom get her ass kicked. Win or lose, she always made it look good, and the crowd loved her. But never in the way I did.

We eat the dinner I made for her once she's changed into some shorts and a tanktop. Mom was never big on a lot of clothes, and with a body like that, it's hard to blame her. We end up in the living room in one of her favorite positions; her sitting cross-legged in front of the couch, tv on while I rub down her muscles. I've been at it for years, so I've gotten good at tending to her muscles. Her shoulders are always stiff from all the heavy lifting, and she hisses and moans when I hit the right spots. I'm lucky I've given her the rubdown enough times to do it blindfolded, because I keep getting distracted by her noises. They're all just like the noises she makes in the ring from a particularly nasty submission hold.

"Mmmm, fuck," she groans as my fingers press into spots just between her collarbone and breasts.

"Warhead got you good, huh?" She nods a bit listlessly and I take on a mock-scolding tone. "I told you to watch out for those cunt busters."

"Too bad you can't massage that one, eh?" she giggles, leaning her head back against my chest. I wonder if she feels my heart racing. As if the spandex wasn't tight enough on her when she wrestled, I lived with her long enough to pass her in her underwear or in just a towel. I've play-wrestled with her when I was little, and she let me pin her on her queen-sized bed. My mom is built like an absolute goddess. She's dated once or twice, but I think she scared them off pretty quickly with her bulk. It's all I've ever known, and I absolutely love her just how she is.

"Too bad," I agree, and I wonder if I could sound any more non-committal. The heavyweight champ is putty in my hands from the back rub.

"Fuck getting married," she eventually sighs. She rolls her head back enough to look upward at me, smiling with that beautiful, mature face on top of her thick body. "We got along fine without your old man, right?" I smile back and nod sincerely. Her smile softens a bit as she takes one of my hands in hers. A calloused thumb rubs over my palm delicately, tickling the skin. "You're the only man in my life, you know?"

"Yea... I know." I've been physically closer to mom than I was now. I've kissed her a thousand times, and I used to fall asleep on her hard body when we watched movies together on the sofa. Everything about the moment felt perfect, especially her. With her long hair tossed back messily from the tilt of her head, I leaned over her and kissed her full on the mouth. I used the moment of courage to lean into it, making sure it was clearly no simple mother and son kiss.

Whether it's out of surprise or acceptance, her mouth opens and I explore one of the few spaces I haven't on the woman. My tongue presses on and touches hers, so all I can hear above my heart pounding is her heavy breathing and the soft sucking and moaning coming from her covered mouth. She squeezes the hand that she was holding, as if the strongest woman in the world was afraid of the intense kiss. I couldn't have remembered how long it went on, but when we break up, my mom is blushing and breathing heavy as she stares up at me.

"Oh, my brave little boy," she mutters softly and keeps on staring with the gentle blue eyes that I've seen swollen shut on some nights. She rubs a hand along my neck before she pulls me back into another kiss. This time she uses the hand she's holding to guide it to her breast. It's one of those few soft parts of her body, but her nipple is a hard little pebble at the tip. I squeeze her big chest in a way that I'm sure is clumsy and amateur, but she doesn't object. She just thrusts her chest into my hands. I have to wonder if the dry spell she's had without dad has made her as pent up and desperate as I am, or if she's just tough enough to take some virgin groping her. She returns the favor with her free hand running over the crotch my pants, which is absolute diamonds by then.

"C'mere." She finally breaks the kiss and lifts me up in her arms. The woman who lifted the Goth Sisters in a double torture rack has no trouble lifting her son whose idea of a workout is a long walk around the neighborhood. She still calls me "little boy" and "baby" after highschool for a reason, I suppose. I rub my hands over her breast and lean into her, trusting her guiding touch as she cradles me so easily. We share intimate and loving (if extremely so) touches and kisses as she carries me into the bedroom. She sets me back on her bed and lays on top of me, her breath breezing over my face and her dense, warm weight pressing against my hips. "I know I've been busy," she says softly, even though she's ensured that we spend some time together every day. "But I ought to see that my good little boy grows into a proper man."

Some small part of my mind wonders what triggered both of us to cross this line today of all days, but the rest of me doesn't care. She kisses my mouth from all these different angles, overloading my senses as I try to keep up. She undresses me in what she probably meant to be careful and intimate, but she loses patience and just rips my shirt over my head and undoes my pants so quickly that I lose a button. I could give a shit as my champ of a mom takes out my cock and wraps her big strong hand around it with ease.

I gasp and tense up as she giggles knowingly. "There's my sweet little man," she teases. Probably not the kind of words you want to hear when a woman has a handful of your dick, but I'm in no position to argue. I feel all the strength in her capable hands used to start stroking me slowly. It's the farthest I've been with a woman before, mother or not, and I'm already dripping precum on her fingers. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care as she leaned beside me and lifts her up top. Her big breasts spill out, and another small scar runs down the side of her right tit. She gives me an inviting smile and braces her arm under my head, hugging me to her tits.
I instinctively latch my mouth onto nipples, sucking and rolling over with with my tongue. The champ moan loudly, her chest flexing and pushing her tits further into my face. I bury myself in her warm, soft tits while her hand pumps tirelessly around my dick. It's all so wildly different from all the time we've spent together that it's like she's another person.

"Come on," she whispers to me. The house is empty apart from us, but she still treats it like our dirty little secret. It just makes it that much dirtier and sexier, but I can't even say so with her big body greedily trapping my face against her. "Be a big boy for mommy. Nice and hard and big now."

I see her softly smiling face just above her jiggling tits. She looks so pleased and proud, even if I'm just fumbling my way through a handjob from my mother. It's as if she wants this as much as I do. I start to think of how brave and strong she is and how vulnerable I get to see her at times like this. I white out for a second I cum in her hand. As my body shakes, she hugs me tightly like a headlock against hers to hold me steady. The only mobility I have, I use to hump at her hand. She keeps stroking until I'm done, my dick locked in her firm grip. I must have shouted or something, because she shushes me gently. "Easy now, tiger. You did good," she assures me as if I had just got done with a teeball game.

I catch my breath leaning against her, rubbing my hands over her breasts since I'm not sure what else to do with them. I can feel my cum running through her fingers and over my dick as I stare up at her, the reality of the moemnt catching up with me. She smirks and raises her eyebrows. "That was pretty fucked up, huh?" she offers.
"Yea. Kinda," I pant. She laughs at my overwhelmed surprise and finally loosens her grip on me, wiping the cum casually on the leg of her shorts.

"I didn't want to rush you," she says, holding me as I'm just floating in afterglow. "I always wanted you to make the first move. Always knew you had the guts to do it some day." She runs her hand over my chest in return, like we're exploring each other after having first met rather than being the woman I had come from. "When your daddy left, you were all I had. Good riddance to his sorry ass, but I meant what I said. You're the only man in my life. Of course, beating up bitches in spandex on TV doesn't exactly draw guys in."

"Really?" I smile, running a hand lower to rub her muscular thigh. It tenses in response and I hear her breathing shift. "Because I jerk off to your wrestling all the time. You are a fucking beast, mom, in the best way possible."

She's charmed by the honest and laughs it off. "Well, now you have a real front row seat to the show," she says teasingly. She rolls over to swing a leg over mine. Her hips rest on top of mine, and my softening dick now has 200+ pounds of woman balance on to of it. She puffs up her naked chest proudly and flexed both of her arms. "So ready for a rematch? Bet I can pin you this time..."

My dick twitches as if trying to spring back to life, but I can only laugh a bit weakly, feeling exhausted. "Maybe... in a sec. I'm no wrestler like you, mom."

She chuckles and runs her hands through my hair, but stays on top of me. "Poor baby. Down for the ten count, huh? It’s alright. We got all the time in the world." She leans down to kiss me, and then seems to think for a second. "That reminds me... ever think of getting into the family business? They’re always looking for new refs, and I could use a manager to watch my back out there.”

"Can't take a chair to the skull like you used to," I grin and kiss her back, lingering there to let the question hang for a while. "I'll... think about it. I'm just kind of overwhelmed right now, mom."

"Your first time'll do that to you," mom smiles. Barb the Berserker slides off of me to lay next to me and let me spend the night in her bed, our relationship changed forever in that one night. "You'll get the hang of it before too long."

I chuckle and rub her thigh. "Yea... rematch."