"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, and mysterious third things! WELCOME TO A BATTLE FOR THE AGES!"

The crowd inside the Canari Gym was buzzing, a palpable electricity in the air~. Tonight was a special exhibition match: The massive screens displayed their trainer profiles, their most iconic Pokemon, and their incredible track records.

"FROM THE FARAWAY REGION OF UNOVA, THE UNBEATABLE TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS(and really cute couple~), ROSA AND HILDA! HERE TO DAZZLE US AS THEY TOUR KALOS!" The female voice on the microphone boomed. The crowd erupted. Confetti cannons fired. Spotlights danced across the arena. But the crowd was far more infectious in the next few moments, as...

"AND THE DEFENDING CHAMPION, THE NUMBER ONE OF THIS VERY GYM~ THE HANDSOME~ THE ONE & ONLY~ ♡CA~ ♡NA~ ♡RI~" More cheers fill the stadium. More lights. More everything. The entire gym was a roaring ocean of sound~

And yet, as the spotlights converged on the contestants' platforms...

...

...

They found nothing. The lights washed across the sleek floors to come upon nothing.

Empty. Crickets.

The music faltered just as it had began to kick up. The announcer, an older woman with a perfectly bunned-up hairstyle sitting under a wide-brimmed hat, squinted at her monitor, tapping her microphone. "Contestants, to the field, please."

Rosa, Hilda, and Canari were gone. A confused murmur rippled through the crowd. They checked their phones, looked at the empty platforms, eachother -- "Huh? He's live? Did Canari forget he has a battle today?" Murmurs in the crowd continued. "Not again..."

On the gym stage screen, Cogita tipped her hat over her eyes. Her mouth twitched and trembled with barely-contained rage... the only thing keeping it in check being her old age and the kind of modicum of professionalism that Canari lacked. As the current administrator, how quick Cogita was on her feet is likely the very reason this gym still functions, if the current state of affairs is anything to go by; and thus already entering damage control mode, annoyance clear in her voice, she reigns the crowd: "He was right here... Ugh—Truly 'unprecedented' situation folks - as no contestant is present, I can't actually hand out no-show penalties - not to worry, Canari, Rosa and Hilda will be found by our security. If anyone in the audience has seen that good-for-nothing idi-"

The feed on the large monitors surrounding the gym cut out, before coming back online again. Mostly to static, and then to something else.

————— mmmmzzZIP. 🎥🔴

It was replaced by a chaotic, slightly tilted camera view of Canari's streaming room; a hallmark sight that most of the viewers of Canari's stream were already familiar with. The cozy-lit streamer apartment was situated directly above the Canari Gym, whose usual soundscape oft bled into the floors below(and we're not talking about the music or playing videogames too loudly here).

A plush sofa visible in the background, Rosa & Hilda's high-waisted hotpants scattered alongside their jackets, and Rosa's tights...? Pillows scattered. Condom packets spilled across the floor as if someone had haphazardly upended the entire box over, as well as surrounding pillows littering the ground; one of them read, 'YES'. The other, 'HAPPY HONEYMOON'.

A laptop sat on the coffee table, its webcam capturing a different angle - but not only that, various cameras were set up to capture every detail; it seemed Canari was deeply serious about his streaming hobby, and whatever was going down was definitely worth the extra setup~.

And yet all of these visual stimuli decorating the shot were a backdrop to the main content; the VIP that's been missing from the stage was standing in the middle of the frame, flashing a wink at the camera above him, peering over his shoulders while leaving some room in the shot for his fat black ass to stick out; its selfie stick wooooobbled in his grip, but...

Can you blame him for not being sharp on his camerawork? His legs were spread to accommodate the PAWGCOUPLE between, and as he gave his back a gentle arch...

Rosa's pretty lips noiiiiiisily slurped back from the base of his vein-vined, artery-gnarled NIGGERMONOLITH, eyeing the camera with a fucked-dumb look while her DSLs revealed inch after inch of froth-soaked, slutpaint-ringed cockmeat. It had been so beyond spitshined that the constant suckworship had given it a thiiiiiick layer of throatslime, frothed up to such a creamy consistency that it almost made him look a shade whiter. "Iluvwhyhhh niggerdadddhhyyshllrp..." Rosa's cockpillows mumbled out their racist aphorisms in a thick Unovan accent, vibrating across the cockslab she's sucking just enough to send out bubbles of spit splattering back down into his pubic hair. 

Canari couldn't help but chuckle. Yeah, don't be fooled, Canari was a bull through and through, and even by a girl that wants him in her guts, having slurs slung at him just makes it twitch a way he appreciates; a way for him to beat down another threshold in service of his own ego. If that wasn't enough, the face of Rosa's precious girlfriend had been all but entombed in that fat, bubbly black nigger ass. It didn't matter that she was screaming her lungs out into it, because all the desperate horking and snorting had begun to sound like something akin to a pig wallowing in its favorite food. Indeed, Hilda was slinging every insult and slur under the sun at him as Canari confidently held onto that bitchy, high ponytail of hers, greedily grinding his fat donut of an asshole, and the entirety of that hairy backsack against her face. And all the while? Rosa desperately followed the motions of his dick with another deepthroating, like it was a carrot on a stick laid out for his favorite snowbunny and she was falling face-first into it.

Hilda impotently beat her fists into the back of his gigatoned thighs. "NNGHOIIIIINGHFFHYOUFUFNGHH FFUCKYHOUUUMPGH- YOUHFUKCINGNIGGER- GET. OFF. OF M-MMPNNGHHLLKKKK" She did not approve.

Canari gave a confident roll of his muscles, shaking off the excess sweat he was building in service of homewrecking another to-be-satisfied couple~... "Chii~iiiill, princess~ Can't show nonconsent on stream, that's against the terms and conditions! God... Your dyke gee-eff might tonguefuck my prostate hard enough for me to nut extra hard in your throat, Rosaboo. How's that make you feel?"

↨GHLLK ♥ ↨GHLLORKK ♥ ↨SCHLLRP ♥ ↨SCHLOOPP↨♥ ↨SCHLRPPPPP↨♥ ↨GWAK♥↨GWAK♥↨GLRK♥ ↨SCHLUURKKHHH♥ ↨SCHLRPPPP♥ ♥↨SHLRPP — Rosa was so satisfied she was actively facefucking herself on his pole in response.

A text overlay in aggressive pink font spoke out what was clearly fucking obvious, across all shots for the audience to see:

LIVE | UNOVA PAWGCHAMPS BLACKED!? NOT CLICKBAIT ♥

The viewcount surged from 50 or so viewers to over 10,000 in the span of a minute. The chat exploded.

xX_PikaPride_Xx: WAIT IS THIS REAL
UnovaTrash69: COGITA'S GONNA MURDER HIM
NurseJoySimp: ROSA?? HILDA?? THE UNBEATABLE TAG TEAM????
VanilluxeVore: someone clip this before it gets nuked

On screen, Canari grinned— that signature lopsided, cocky kinda smile that said I know exactly what I'm doing and I've never been happier. Breaking the rules is really fun, and can be so exhilarating for a total rebel streamer boy like him. People are out there becoming bankers, doctors and scientists, but that's just lifeslop. The real good slop is the sight of Rosa's chin strung to his balls by viscous cords of fuck because she's desperately ditching her relationship to blow him, even as he does fucking nothing.

Breaking the rules is so fun—

"NGOONGHFUCKING KILL YOURSELF YOU ASSHOLLNGHHMMPHHHLKKKKRPGH!"

—When you don't have a rancid racist fucking bitch nose-deep in your ass telling you how morally wrong it all is. At least - instead of worshipping you like the apebrained coon-king you are, or whatever the fuck her incorrigible ass is saying as she's being used like a chair, all the while her girlfriend cocksucks away like a gorgeous doll. ♪

Sigh.

His hand gripped Hilda's dark ponytail like a joystick, dragging her face left-to-right in his asscrack and pulling it deeeeeeeper between his cheeks, til' the only thing left visible was her head of hair... if only to leave a SATISFIED grunt once he all but felt her snap underneath him. "Yeah, good chair." Her tongue shuddered against his crack... then nudged into his anal canal, lapping about; She had made a muffled sound—half regurgitated protests, and half something else entirely—and her fingers dug into his thighs. No longer pushing away. Holding on.

"Thaa-haaaaaats it, assrag." Canari moaned, deep enough that the mic barely caught it amidst the popping, crackling, slop-slinging chaotic fuckslop of cacophonous slurpsucking that the couple was laying down on his taint and around that fat fucking dick. "You wanted to battle? This is your fuckin' training right here, pornskank. Consider this your first test; see if you two can tongueswap around my balls; then we'll see if your relationship means allat. ♫"

The fact that Canari could hold his composure well enough that he can speak with such guttural confidence was astounding; especially given the fact that Rosa was desperately smooching off of his lap, GHLK-GHLK-GHLK-ing away with rapid-pace bobs of her head that bounced that onasleeve of a throat up and down his pole. His cocktip must be so buried in that throat that it feels like heaven every time she wrenches it up and down, swabbing her gullet with it as she slurpsucked away with hollowed-out cheeks and slurped-up cockpillows and spitbubbling nostrils. Canari was just tanking it. Canari was in his element. You could almost believe that, when not battling or streaming, this is all Canari does. Sit back and get blown.

Rosa was good at this, for a lesbian. She was really good. The kind of practiced enthusiasm that came from years of tag-team coordination with her girlfriend, though not the kind the announcers had meant earlier when they called her a 'tag wonder'. No, no, she was sucking dick this time around, and incredibly well. Her Unovan accent slipped out in muffled, appreciative noises against his skin, just as thick as Hilda's own -- but Rosa there were some differences. When Hilda was rimsnogging his asscrack from the back she was desperately pushing away, and her insults were far more malicious and and mean-spirited in nature. Rosa? Rosa had fully comitted. She was whining around that dick like a babydoll possessed - like she's treating the lover of her life to a candlelit dinner or something. Her face was so messy from all the precum and cockslop that she's wrung out of that cockgrime-ridden dickmeat that it's easily transferred all of it onto her face instead, like a rag. Every time Rosa calls him a dirty fucking monkey, she's doing it with love. The curve of her neck bloats with the entrance of his cock as she sucks it in, lips smacking against the base of his cock and wringing it tightly. The concaved dimples of Rosa's cheeks are nigh worshipful as they sink and resurface with the inches of Canari's slab. GHLK-SCHLP-SHLURP♥. She was being careful. She was sucking him off. She was willing. She was on a squat, sucking away and horking in oxygen through her fuckslop-clogged nostrils like a pig, stifling hot, ragged gasps just enough to breathe for the infinitesimal oxygen that she needs to dive back down again and devour his cock. GHHLLRKKKK.

...Which almost begged the question; had Rosa done his before?

...Did the entire world just get exposed to the late-stage climax of a disgusting, evil, morally-wrong affair?

...Is that something that needs an answer? ♥

Canari let his head hang back, letting the nerve-wracking pleasure sink deep into his neurons. He smiled up at the camera, winking — watching the number on the viewercount hit 20K, he lolled his tongue out and let it hang. He watched Rosa bob on his dick through the camera preview. He could feel it, sure - but he was mocking the audience like that. Always a cocky bastard, but enjoying what they saw, for a change? Oh, no, wait. He was just watching the donations pile in. That stupid, charming, infuriatingly shit-eating grin that had built his entire brand was plastered on his face the entire time he did it, too. He tilted the camera down slightly... he played with the zoom feature, giving long, dedicated shots to the oral worship he was receiving in the front, and the nasty rimslutting going on in the back. Sometimes, he pulled away and leveled the camera so he could read the chat messages and respond -- which simultaneously teased the audience with the angles they couldn't quite see.

He was a showman to the end. It didn't matter that Cogita was gonna have his head in a few hours - he wanted his viewers to know that he's just that much better than them.

SCHLRRRRRR~POP.

Rosa pulled off his dick with a wet slurpppop, strings of saliva stretching from her swollen lips to the gleaming tip. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, and the flush was creeping down her neck as she panted for breath. "Canari— haahfuck— Didja keep an eye on the clock? We're supposed to be—" A hand thuds down on her forehead, rightb etween those twin tails, digging into the bangs before pulling her back down. She doesn't resist, obviously; "—downstairsshhllmmpnghlmmhhh...♥♥" It glides in effortlessly.

"Downstairs is boring, Rosaboo." He tilted the selfie-stick, giving the camera a better angle of Rosa's runny mascara and Hilda's desperate, red-faced struggle. "Y'know, twenty thousand people disagree with you. ♥"

The viewcount kept racking. Twenty one. Twenty two.

Cogira's voice exploded through Canari's earpiece—he'd forgotten he was still wearing it from the pre-show check. "Canari, you absolute fucking fool—" The sound of her voice was accompanied by the loud and quick-paced clicking of heels across tile. "If you don't get down here this instant, I will personally see to your—"

"Aah, uh, sorry, can you hear that? Something's fizzing the line—" The earpiece lasted about five seconds before being dropped into a half-empty glass of sparkling water on the coffee table. "See~? Busy~ hhngh."

Rosa hadn't stopped bouncing her throat on his dick even once; the nerveshot caught up to him like a freight train, and his balls clenched despite his distraction; pulling up and churning in their sack to leave layers of folded, dark-chocolate skin behind as his ass spaaaaaazzed out against Hilda's tongue. Torrents of chunky nutslop billowed out Rosa's cheeks; packed down her throat, blew out of her nose in thick ropes.

"A-ah~ Nhoo. Ooh, shit, the condoms... Fffhhh, take it... gooohoohoood giir-"

...

Cogita stood in the middle of an empty staffroom, shoulders stiff, listening to a lackadaisial voice yap excuses through her phone. "And I trust you thought it inapposite to inform me that Canari gave you all the day off. Alas, for both you and your impotent crew of useless men," There it is. Barely. Contained. Fury. She puts the microphone of the phone closer to her lips.

"You'll find you have the rest of eternity off beCAUSE ALL OF YOU ARE FIRED!
F I I I I I I I I I I I R R R R E E E E E E E E E D ! ! ! ! ! !"

...

The feed crackled, the viewcount spiking past 25K just in time for the moneyshot blowing excess cum down Rosa's throat as Cogita's shriek of 'F I R E D' echoed through the PA system- somehow, the rage in it was enough for it to bleed through Canari's apartment through the floorboards.

ElectricBugCatcher: Y'all I haven't seen a lick of sec since this thing started.
SubMasochist: Yeah because this is very clearly fucking staged, dork
UnovaTrash69: I can't believe this is happening;;
DrifblimRider: THE RIMJOB QUEEN REDEMPTION ARC
BlackedCurious: wait did he just nut???
Sub2CanariPls: Hhhhhgadishfgjdfkdghndfksf

Canari's hips bucked once—twice—as he pulled Rosa's nose flush against his pubic bone, her throat working in desperate, milking swallows. Canari sets the selfie-stick on the tripod beside, then spreads his greedy fingers over Rosa's scalp and held her down. Squeezing. Holding her skull like it's an appliance as his cock kicked and spat rope after rope of hot, thick nut straight down her esophagus.

Rosa's eyes rolled back. Tears—or mascara, or botch—streaked down her cheeks in black rivers as he packed more of it in her throat, his bulldick occupying all the space in it already - leaving no room but either deeper in, or blowing back out. Rosa's fingers held at his thighs to anchor herself as she swallowed, swallowed, swallowed, swallowed, swallowed and swallowed some more, her throat visibly pulsing with each gulp... and when she finally gagged, a wet, choked hurk that spattered spit across his balls, Canari relented from the energy-drained spunkdump, palm flat, hot and heavy against Rosa's blistering-hot forehead as he pulled her off his dick. Watching the inches slide out. Slowly.

"Fffuuuuuu~" Canari's voice was soft. Deep. He had respectable tits that could put a flattie to shame, but he was more man than any man. "Nngha-hhaahk-gghod." and Rosa's voice was shot, and raw as sandpaper. Strings of cum and saliva bridged her lips to his cockhead, stretching like taffy before snapping against her chin. Try as he might, Canari's eyes couldn't lower from the back of his skull. "~uck me." Rosa replied to his externalization with a kiss, right on his glans.

"Told you boo. If you got your girl to tonguefuck my prostate hard enough, I'll cake your throat in ways you never thought possible." Canari's grin was feral, sweat dripping down from his jaw into his generous cleavage. "'s just science." The two of them enjoyed blissful post-orgasm heaven, luxuriating in eachother's soft breaths, raw coos, slow, rumbling exhales... until all those breathy sounds synced between them, like two lovers who didn't just spend the last half-hour tanking the Canari Gym ratings—

...

Behind him, Hilda had gone quiet. He'd been using Hilda's face as a rest while nutting in her girlfriend. Who's to say she's still conscious? "Aah..." His other hand - the one that had been up-to-now getting white-knuckled around Hilda's ponytail, pulls her out from between his asscheeks. It's an effort; peeling Hilda's cheeks from all the spit she painted his backsack with brings about its own snapping and breaking webs of corded drool, thickly swallowed by her-...And that's when Canari saw it. The look of someone who'd stopped fighting because fighting wasn't working, and somewhere in that addled, ass-smothered brain of hers, something else had started to click. Hanging off the fist wrenching her hair, Hilda's jaw was slack and inviting. Her eyes were low-lidded in the kind of way that made Canari tremble. "...Oh." His breath hitched, watching that look on Hilda's face scream, 'I know what I am right now and I don't care'.

"You made the perfect rimtoy, chair. Did hearing your girlfriend throatfuck herself get you off that hard? ♥ God, you're a mess— wait— did you squirt over my floor? Heeeh... Ah~! ♥"

Rosa had already descended again, because of course she had. She had allowed his halfway-dormant erection rest across her head and dipped low, below, to stuff her face deep into those balls. The folded layers of wrinkled ballsack skin of a hung bull; Rosa's biggest weakness and vice was tied to this dark-skinned man, and she was happily kissing away, gently, nursing at it with slow, loving sucks that brought each of his kegs onto her outstretched tongue like it was some sort of bespoke cleaning station. "Illuvwhyouu..~ Thankyousomuch... Thank you so much for nutting in me, Daddy~♥ Thankyouforusingme... haa-" She knew what she was doing. She was working his half-softening cock back to full mast with the practiced, eager efficiency that she's followed through with in the past.

Mmfhn↨♥... shlrp↨♥... mmpgh↨♥... mmchu↨♥... shhllorrrrrk↨♥...

"Y-you're gonna make me—" His guard was down, as he had finally pulled his hands away from both of them. Anyone with a moral compass that isn't permanently broken would think that his disgusting behavior would warrant some sort of punishment, however impotent the current state of the two disheveled, dyke~broken pornsows tied to his erogenous zones via cords of creamy fuckslop was. Nope~. No such grace was granted to Canari. "—make me go again, you fucking piggies, shit—" Hilda all but headbutted his balls as she plunged her nose deep into his backsac, finding the very root of that god-forsaken, dykebreaking homewrecker of a shaft before the gorgeous couple tonguefucked into one another, Canari's ballsack caught inbetween. They licked and lapped, swapping spit around each of his sore-sensitive, still-blissed-out kegs.

Sub2CanariPls: ROSA IS A MENACE LMFAO
VanilluxeVore: her LIPS you guys her LIPS
UnovaTrash69: already at 30K... idk if this gym EVER had this much audience holy

"Listen... So, like... tomorrow morning, we can have the champion's fight. I'll wipe the floor with both of your faces — beg me to, actually — and then we'll come right back here and I'll wipe my dick on both of your faces~. ♪ What do you ss-ooohooh... Fuck." Canari's voice melted into a moan. He adjusted the selfie-stick, angling it down til' the camera was level with his hips so it could closely capture the frenchkissing going on between his legs, Rosa's spit-slicked face, the obscene tongue-dancing happening right beneath his balls, and Hilda's flushed chin as his cocktip leaked preslop into Rosa's hair... "Yeah. Feels like consent to me~. But first Rosaboo~, I think I wanna pull your girlfriend to bed and see how tight dyke-only pussy is..." He's always so chatty and boasty, but in times like these he can't help but sigh and enjoy the feeling of worship. It feels good to homewreck dykes. Aaah...

And then—

CRASH.

The door to Canari's streaming room didn't open so much as explode inwards by a force that had no business being contained in a woman Cogita's age. Her breathing was heavy, moreso from rage rather than exertion. Her hat was askew, her brows furrowed into the tightest sailor's knot... and...

Finding her center(and perhaps noticing the ten-or-so cameras surrounding the room), she closes her eyes, and recomposes herself. Then...

Cogita smiles. It wasn't a nice smile. Rosa and Hilda froze.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" It wasn't a sweet smile either. That was straight up saccharine. Cogita stepped over the threshold, heels clicking against hardwood as she came over to the trio if only to yank the selfie stick out of Canari's hands. Canari's composure immediately broke. That unshakable bastardness flickered, and she raised her hands up and chuckled wearily, caught literally with her pants down.

"Cogita, aah~ listen grandma, don't you know how to have fu-"

"Don't." She held up a full palm in front of Canari's face, and he actually shut the fuck up. Which would tell you everything about how much authority this woman commanded. "Don't you dare try to explain. I've had enough of your morally destitute trollop for one lifetime. I- I named a gym after you! I swear I'm surrounded by idiots- In fact Idon'tevenwanttoseeyou. Nevermind, really, I'm going home. My office, tomorrow morning." Not missing a beat, Cogita looked over to the camera. Very close. "Hello, degenerates," spoken with true disgust even with her smile firmly in place. "I'm afraid the show is over. If you'd kindly all go FUCK yourselves, that would be... oh, that would be grand."

art by thiccwithaq! body references, woo~ 

...
...
...Cogita left to the tune of another doorslam.

The hapless boy whistled at a low tone, rubbing the back of his neck, then stretching his arms over his head as he regarded the two girls below him. "Weeeelp. She's gone- don't worry about that, I'll smooth things over with her somehow. Always do."

Rosa had already joined herself next to Hilda, hugging her from behind... and Hilda had all but pretended she didn't just give the most passionate rimming of her life~. "Cmoon, Hil~ Don't be a bad sport. You liked it~" Hilda folded her arms, looked to the side. "I-I can't believe you. Why? Why with him? Why with that rancid bastaa-aahhhn..." Those titanic tits, practically overspilling out of the tiny bra they were bulging out of, had been serving as little more than a drip tray of spittle and slop for what feels like forever; now Rosa's hands greedily dug into them, gently squeezing them as she pressed her lips close to Hilda's face. "Cmon, Hil~... smell that? I know you loved the taste of his ass, but that's the smell of his cockstench. That's the smell of his apenut, that he pumped deep into my tummy...~ Do you like it? That's what a real man tastes like, you know...? None of that white trash; black, bull, meat. Y'know... I still love you, Hil~. I still want to be with you forever~. It's just that... this? You can't get this from a girl. So let's get this from a man. A black one~. Let's earn it by being good white sows for him. Together. ♥" Grope, grope. This was probably the closest one-on-one thing that they've done to eachother since they set foot in this room. "H-hha... Ooh- Rosa..." And it was getting a little too long-lived for Canari's tastes.

"Y'know, I'm still hard." Canari dryly interjected.

Canari's cock twitched as it swung over Hilda's head, making her pupils dilate into the size of dinner plates as she stared at it. The knowledge that this is the cock that claimed her girlfriend should be driving her up the fucking wall - and yet watching those throbbing balls tense at the sight of her tits and messed-up makeup fills Hilda with such a strange pride that disarms her completely.

"Cmon, "Hil~", wanna come to bed with me~? ♫"

There was that cocky grin again. It made Hilda's pussy throb.

The bedroom was exactly what you'd expect from a man like Canari.

A king-sized bed meant for company. Black silk sheets that looked expensive and felt mpossibly soft against Hilda's cheek as Canari bent her over the edge of the mattress. Knees on the bed, chest flattened out against memory foam, ass off the edge of the bed, presented like an offering to a god.

"Gooo~oood girl. Hold that Unovan PAWGMEAT still, you gorgeous bitch. ♥" Canari instructed. Her tone was much more private than when she was streaming now; much more intimate? Whatever it was, it made Hilda's stomach clench, and her cunt ache in a way she simply couldn't admit to.

Rosa, of course, supported her daddy and obeyed. Presented the very same way, right beside her girlfriend; both of them were picturesque beside one another, truly a perfect couple of matching bodytypes, stacked ass-by-ass and needily swaying in the air before him; pristine, prime pussies throbbing for his touch, bared and presented, with little more than the tiniest, skimpiest g-strings wedged between them; so thin that they don't count as underwear; so thin that they don't protect anything, and the slightest brush of the fingers could misalign them, hooking them around a fat pussylip by pure accident alone; these panties were useless, and couldn't hope to serve as anything more than a fine line, a censorship bar, a pair of skindentation-inducing strings over their gorgeous skin, marring it red from the sheer effort of lassoing all that flesh inwards; if only to cut* into it deliciously and show it off instead..~!

"Good." The praise was casual. Aloof, almost? As he stared past the twin black swells of his own tits at the two sets of assfat needily swaying in anticipation of milking his cock dry and creaming incessantly all over it, his big, fat palm wrested an asscheek of each set apart, thumb idly teasing away...

But the fat, gargantuan cockslab of a footlong that burned the air into thick plumes of cockfog, and throbbed incessantly with the pride of dozens of lipgloss rings, ended up resting on top of one of Hilda's cellulite-dimpled fatty bubblecheeks first. Her, because she needed to be slamfucked into pregnancy far more than Rosa did in that moment; Her, because Rosa had already spent countless hours dodging questions over the phone while getting her guts rearranged by Canari's cockslab. Hilda needed this. Her very first experience with a cock since she turned lesbian; she should be repulsed, and yet Hilda felt those squeezes burn through her chest anyway.

Canari pushed one thick finger into Hilda's cunt, and Hilda's back arched like pure electric shocks were sent down her spine. "hhnfhuckingnig-" Immediately, it curved down into her walls, gently pumping.

"Language." Canari's other hand found Rosa's entrance a moment later, two fingers easily sinking into her with a wet, squelching shlll~p that made Hilda's ears burn. "Your girlfriend's already dripping, Hil~... you too. Were you this wet when you were calling me a nigger, Hil~? Hm? Were you fucking soaking through these porn-shaming panties while your girlfriend was choking on my cock?"

Hilda couldn't answer. There was no hatred she could summon, or the rage or righteous fury that sustained her through the past hour~ And instead of that, all that came out was a moan. Broken out from between her lips in a tone that she could barely recognize as her own. "Theere. ♫" Canari's grin widened. A second digit joined in, and the digits curled inside her, pressed against that sodden spot that made Hilda see stars... all the while he was letting this big fat apedick that she had been shittalking all this time - this symbol of masculinity that Hilda hated nothing more than anything in the world, just rest on her ass. Throb against it. Pulsate and leak directly over her back, twitching incessantly with the dominant demand of an alphabull to be worshipped. "Theeere she is... from Dyke to Daddy's Bitch. ♥"

There was no preamble about the head of his cock pulling those cuntlids taut around it either. That bloated, plum-dark bulb of niggermeat simply smoooooo~ooothly slid into Hilda's slick-swollen dykecunt like it belongs there; the feeling of it elicited a whine. The weight of it, and the impossible, gravity-defying density of that bullmonolith had no business being attached to a human being. No, it was attached to a god, and it was wrapping that pussy around its girth like it was a sleeve...

"H-hhaaa...!! Gguho-" Hilda's protests died in her throat as Canari's hips rocked forward. "Fffuck." Canari breathed, word reverent; his fingers dug into the cellulite-dimpled swells of Hilda's Unovan PAWGFLANKS, spreading her wider; thumb digging into her donut as his cockslab bisected that pristine-pink cuntmeat. "Tight. ♫" He grinned. "Fuck, Hil— you really let a black man be your first dick, huh? Could've picked an easier one, y' know... ♪ I know this total beta... that would probably last, like, three seconds in you- syke. This pussy belongs to me now." He let his cumvein swell with a blood-gorged PULSETHROB that all but crushed Hilda's g-spot.

It's... too much. It's not just that this arrogant bastard is spouting incorrigibly egotistical teases, but the meatmonolith he's pushing into Hilda is making her nails rip into the sheets. "S-shut uuppmgnh-" Hilda's whine falls on deaf ears. Her nails dig more as he pushes deeper.

Another inch, two, three... but the fucking girth of him— that ape-thick circumference that Rosa had been training her body to be the perfect pawgmeat pornmommy for under Hilda's nose— it streeeeeetched Hilda's cuntwalls until they were aching, and every pull outwards all but draaaagged that soft, velvety pink with it for an inch; every vein and ridge of his niggermeat mapped itself onto her insides like a mold~.

"Ooh, lookatallat...~ ♥" Canari murmured, voice low. "Sucking me in. Thought you hated niggers, Hil~? Thought I was a rancid coonmonkey who should kill himself?" Hilda's eyes were rolling as he sawed his dick backwards, and she was unable to stop both them and him. She could feel it. He was clenching. He was about to claim and destroy her—

And as promised, he bottomed out in one thrust afterwards.
— WHHHOP. ♥♥♥

The sound of his fat apekegs connecting with her clit was obscene. Hilda's entire body lurched forward, a whiny mewl catching is her throat as a footlong of black bullmeat seated itself fully inside her sodden cuntmeat, pornslick walls pulsating around him and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing.

"Hnnhthere. That's my good little pawgskank. Knew you had it in you, Hil~... knew you just needed a real man to show you what that dykecunt was made for." For a while, he didn't move. Just hilted himself, buried in the racist cunt who spent the last hour calling him every slur in the book. "White pigs like you are made for me."

Rosa was watching beside her girlfriend. Propped up on her elbows beside Hilda, her ass still raised up high and presented— she was riding Canari's fingers, which were still hilted and writhing around in her walls, but she was already used to this fingerslamming. She was practically getting fingerslammed in the early days of her affair, right in front of Hilda, when she walked in on Rosa and Canari standing side to side...

For the time being, though, her eyes were locked on Hilda's face, eating up all those lovely expressions: her girlfriend's eyes rolling into the back of her skull and refusing to pull back down, the jiggling of those massive tits shifting up and down the bed with every slam, everything inbetween.

"Seeee, Hil...? Gosh, Hil~. You're taking him so well. You're so pretty like this." Rosa's hand reached for Hilda's own, intertwining their fingers together and sharing a deep, passionate eyelock together... "See how good it feels? That's what I've been trying to tell you. That's what a real man feels like; Canari~ my hubby. Ah... I said that too early. Teehee..."

"R-rosa, I—" Hilda's voice broke as Canari started to move.

*Plap. Wha~plappp. Pla-clap. Wha~plapp. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. ♥*

The rhythm of Canari's hips rearing back before clapping into Hilda's ass sent shockwaves through that pretty Unovan's skankglobes. Ripples of flesh undulated like ocean waves, bouncing outward from the point of impact as Canari effortlessly set a rhythm. Looking down at that ass ripple, he couldn't help but bite his lip and want to torment it more; and so deep, punishing strokes that pulled his cockslab all the way out— just the edges and rims of the mushroom-shaped glans caught between those sodden pussylips, that were so dragged out that her cream was already beginning to wash off on his dick— before slamming it back home. More intensely, now.

PLAP. CLAP. WHAP. PLAP. WHOP. CLAPP. PLAPP. WHAPP.

He was merciless, and Hilda... Hilda was-

"Hnnnngh—" Her mouth was open as she stared at her girlfriend's loving, radiant expression, strings of spit connecting her upper lip to her tongue as her eyes started crossing. "Oohfuck— Hh-hooohfuck— Hoohhngod—"

"I'm your new god, pornskank." ...This was the growl she heard behind her as her ass was getting mauled and pistoned into. "Just me. Your fucking nigger daddy, breaking your dykeguts while your girlfriend watches. Haven't you realized? Your relationship's as wrapped around my dick as your cunt is right fucking now. ♥"

PLAP. ♥↨PLAP. ♥↨WHAP. ♥↨CLAPP. ♥↨WHOPP. ♥↨PLAPP. ♥

"Do you remember that day you took me to the aquarium...~? Haa..." Hilda's cunt was gushing, and Canari could feel it instinctively start spasming in full blown panic as Rosa speaks those words. "When I had to go to the bathroom, and I came back and told you I accidentally spilled something..."

WHAPP. ♥↨PLAP. ♥↨PLAP. ♥↨CLAP. ♥↨CLAP. ♥↨CLAP. ♥↨CLAP.

"In reality, I was-nnh-in the men's room, skanksquatting in a public stall... noisily slobbering the cock you're being destroyed by right now! Haa... isn't it hot? We had to go home early and everything... but in reality, he simply needed to nut, stalked me to our date, and I couldn't resist. When I kissed you, that funky taste was him. ♥"

Canari could feel it. That hot, slick rush of sowcum that coated his bullmonolith as Hilda clenched hard on his dick and came her fucking brains out, turning the CLAP of his niggerkegs against her clit into a noisy, squelching mess. "Hnnh... this what happens when a racist dyke gets her first taste of black cock? She just falls apart? You're staining my bedsheets, sow.* You should be apologizing to me."

"NNGHOMHSORRYY...* I-I don't... I don't love- this fucking—"

♥↨CLAPP♥↨WHAP♥↨CLAP♥↨WHOP♥↨CLAP

"You hate this?" All he had to do was angle his hips, and suddenly he was dragging against completely different nerves, focusing on them; burning them up with every shotgun-slam deep into her guts, slamming the back of her ass and thighs with his lap to send it rippling, only to pull out with the momentum, ♥↨WRENCHING♥↨ his dick free to do it again. "Hate when I fuck your sloppy dyke cunt like it's mine, Hil~?♥ A fucking snowbunny princess is what you are." That word was something that made Hilda's legs shake and her toes curl and her whole body go rigid.

♥↨WHAP♥↨WHAP♥↨WHAP♥↨WHAP♥↨WHAP♥↨WHAP♥↨PLAP

Hilda couldn't answer. She was entering a series of pawgcoded BITCHGASMS, and her cunt was as desperately clenching around Canari's dickslab as her puckered-up donut was trying to rip his finger off. The only problem with the former... she was too wet to stop him; and so he relentlessly pounded into her, all the while Rosa supportively held her by the shoulders as she took the pounding of her life. "Feel it? Do you feel what I've been feeling every other day for the past few years~? Hnn... you look so good getting blacked, my snowbunny~gee~eff... Do you feel it? ♥"

"Answer her." Canari commanded. His fingers left Rosa's cunt so that his hand could slap across Hilda's asscheek in a stinging slap that left a clear handprint. "Cmoon~ Chair. Assrag. Slambait. Snowbunny fuckpiece. Skankwhore. Porntab. Bullbait. Dykemeat. Tell your nigger-loving girlfriend what this cock is doing to your pathetic loser dyke pussy."

"NGHOOOOOONNGHH!!!!" Hilda's scream was desperate and broken as those assclapping backshots echoed through the bedroom like gunfire. "I'm falling— I'm falling apart— I can't— Rosa, I can't—"

Rosa's lips slammed into Hilda's own, her voice a lewd whisper carrying over the fleshclapping behind them. "You can~. Let him have you. Submit and get blacked."

"Say it," Canari bared his teeth, not letting up ne second. His free hand twisted in her ponytail, the same way he used to smother her in his fat black ass, and he yanked her headb ack, forcing her spine into a bow. "Say you love nigger cock. Say you were wrong to ever reject masculinity. Say you were born to be a malebull's cocksleeve."

"I—" Hilda's throat filled with panting breaths. Her cunt milked him as her heart raced.

"Say it, sow."

"I love it-"

♥↨PLAP♥↨PLAP♥↨PLAP♥↨PLAP♥↨PLAP♥↨PLAP♥↨PLAP♥↨PLAP

He didn't stop for one second. He fucked the confession out of her. "Iloveit-Iloveyourcock-Ilovebeingfuckedbya-byaNIGGER-oh fuck—" Rosa licked her lips, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Shh. Kiss me, pretty bitch." Rosa demanded. Hilda— Hilda obeyed her girlfriend.

"Took you long enough, bitchflanks. ♪" Their lips met messily, desperately, the momentum carrying over from Canari's backshots spilled Hilda's moans into Rosa's mouth as that bullmonolith continued to slamfuck her cunt into submission. Rosa's tongue tasted like him— like cockslime and precum and something masculine that she never experienced before that made Hilda's head spin.

Canari's balls—those heavy, pendulous niggerkegs— relentlessly slammed against Hilda's pussylids with every thrust, coating themselves in her cream. "kiss your girlfriend while I fuck you stupid. Taste what she tasted when she was choking on my dick. Hffffuckyeah. ♪"

PLAP♥↨WHAP♥↨PLAP♥↨WHAP♥↨WHOP♥↨WHOP♥↨WHOP♥↨♥↨♥↨♥↨♥↨♥↨

Hilda's orgasm crashed like a wave again. it was inevitable that her fucked-braindead body would ever be able to resist it. How many times has she orgasmed now? Half a dozen? A dozen? She doesn't remember anymore; only that her body is one burning, heated magma core, and her pussy's been beaten so raw and wet that any attempt to clench around that niggermeat is as vain holding her moans back.

"Gonna nut." Canari warned, not slowing down for a second. His thrusts became intense; same pace, but the blows were getting harder. It's like he was trying bury Hilda into the bed with each thrust. "Gonna flood your dyke cunt with vile niggernut. Gonna breed you, sowskank. ♥"

"Please..."

♥↨PLAP♥↨PLAP♥↨CLAP♥↨CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP♥↨♥↨♥↨♥↨♥↨ "Please WHAT?"

"PLEASE BREED ME! FILL MY BITCH WOMB WITH YOUR OVERVIRILE COONSEED, DADDY♥↨ PLEASEMAKEMEYOURS♥↨ PLEASE♥↨ PLEASE♥↨" The words were torn out of her. More. Harder. Deeper. His cum inside her. She was begging for EVERYTHING under the sun from him.

And as a reward, she was finally, blessedly getting it; the rapid-pace FUCKSLAMS had started turning into single, solid blows that tore past resistance and bounced his cocktip off of her womb. The strikes of his pelvis against her ass were so ruthless that they all but broke the sound barrier, PLAPCLAPPING off of the rippling asscushions to use their pushback as momentum to continue for more.

And then, finally, his hips stuttered. Canari bottomed out, and throbbed.

His balls tuuugggggeeedddddd up painfully, and Hilda's cunt convulsed. His dickslab swelled inside her— that telltale throb that Rosa had known intimately by now, and Hilda's fat ass was beginning to get very familiar with. And then...

He was pumping. Pumping, pumping, pumping hot ropes of niggercum directly into Hilda's fucking womb. With his cock bottomed out, his cockcrown kissed that cervix directly; and the cumnuke he dropped simply blew directly into her womb and started painting her insides white while she screamed through her own climax.

"FFFHUUUUUUHHHHCCCKKKKHHN♥♥♥♥♥*"

SPLRRRTTTT♥↨ SPLORRTTT♥↨ SPLRRRRRRTTT♥↨ SPLORRRTTT♥↨ SPLRRRRTTTT♥↨ SPLRRRTTTTTT♥↨ SPLORRRTTTT♥↨

Her whole body shook. Her eyes rolled back as she took thick rope after thick rope into her womb. The first few shots packed her full, whilst the next few simply bloated that womb a couple sizes into a trimester. Inevitably, that perfect hermetic seal of cockcrown to womblips was going to fail, but Canari was holding Hilda down tight,pinning her to the bed. To keep her down. To make sure she gets properly bred by him, like a bitch in heat.

SPLLLRRRT♥↨SPLRT♥↨SPLORRRTTT♥↨SPLORT♥↨SPLORRTT♥↨SPLRRRRRTTTTT

Hilda's eyes saw nothing but white. Her lips were inevitably captured by Rosa's own through the obscenity of their combined orgasm, and between noisy kisses and whimpering cuntgasms, Rosa whispered away~... "Good girl, Hil. Goood Girl...~ Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it all. You're so gorgeous full of his cum..."

Canari couldn't help himself. Still cumming, he pulled his cock back a few inches -- his cocktip breaking the perfect seal against her cervix with a wet shlop- as if they were locked in a kiss-- before he slammed back in against it, kissing it again. Cumming the entire time. "Fuck..." His back was arched. He was tall and proud, his chest sagging with excess breath as his tits webbed with the sweat of his herculean efforts. His abs rippled, clenching hard every time his dick throbbed with another bounce that dragged the upperside against Hilda's walls.

Even by the time he stopped cumming, that bullmonolith was buried inside her, still twitching. Still draining the last dregs of his load into her breedmeat.

"Fffhhuck. Fuck..." Fuck. He murmured, his hand resting against the back of Hilda's neck, pushing her face into the mattress. "Fuck, Hil... That was—"

A long, deep exhale. A slow, long pull back, unveiling a few inches of fuckslop-swamped cockmeat...

Before pushing it back in. SHLOP- Kissing the cervix with his cocktip, and sitting there, buried in her, crushing this racist dyke's ass with his pelvis. Because you know what? Nevermind. It feels good being hilted in this bitch. ♥

He didn't need to finish the previous sentence, so he never did. He just enjoyed her spasms.

...
...
...

When he finally pulled out, though, the wet, obscene shllooorrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppp ended up making Hilda's thighs tremble. She collapsed onto the bed as it wrenched out, glistening with layers of cream and cum, his balls coated in the evidence of Hilda's ruination.

And... Hilda? That near-virgin dykecunt that had never known cock before tonight— Completely and utterly gaped. Pink, puffy, oozing with cream, dripping rivers of niggercum down her flanks, pulsing with the memory of what she had taken.

"Hhaaaa... nh. ♪ Look."

Rosa was grabbed by the hair, and pulled back to examine the gaperuined hole of Hilda's cunt. "Look at what I did to your girlfriend~. That's my sloppy cunt now. Isn't that what you wanted? Both of you. Mine, now." Canari's grin returned~ Cocky and insufferable as he walked over to the other side of the bed, and joined his new harembitches.

Rosa's smile was beatific. "Yyyesss... Daaaddyyy..."

And as both Rosa and Hilda descended on his cum-soaked bitchmaker, their tongues tangling, their lips meeting around his shaft— Canari leaned back against the headboard and luxuriated in the warmth of his bitches.

"So... next time, let's try to include this part in the stream... ♥"
He mumbled to himself, drifting off to dreamland.

...

Shllrp... shllrp... Mmwchu-shlop-shlrrp.. Mmfhuuooooorrshhllrp...