A bratty, blonde-haired dessert

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

As Brooke goes slack, you toss her off to one side, leaving her haphazardly strewn across the stage. You and Surge, having put in some effort yourselves, plop down on the ground and breathe heavy sighs. Of course, the show can’t be over until the two of you have gotten your own satisfaction. You both make eye contact, prompting Surge to blush fiercely and look away a moment later. Hehehe… that means it’s your turn. You crawl over to Surge, staring at her hungrily. “E-Emilia…” she stutters. You grab her face, kiss her briefly but fiercely, then shove her over so her back is flat against the stage. With a lewd grin, you mount her rubber dick, taking advantage of the open-crotch design of your own strap-on to line her member up with your thirsty quim.

“Oh Lieutenant Suuu-urge…” you sing. “You fucked her good! But you can keep going, right? Because I wanna fuck you good.”

Surge gulps. “O-Okay, ma’am, Emilia. Sure. P-Please do,” she replies, looking away bashfully. Aww, she’s so cute! And she’s so agreeable when she’s not your opponent.

With no further ceremony, you slam your hips down, taking the entire length and bashing Surge’s crotch with enough **** to make her pillowy ass compress against the stage. Leaving the pipsqueak’s eyes wide and bewildered, you start riding her strap-on forcefully. Hatefucking Brooke has left you wetter than you imagined, so the air is filled with the lewd sounds of your sopping wet pussy, along with your own squeaks of ecstasy. This tiny-titted blonde is sending you to heaven more than Brooke ever could, and all she has to do is lie there and look sexy and adorable.

Surge herself probably feels like the luckiest girl in the world. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she stares intently at your bouncing chest, almost as though she’s trying to burn the image of your sweaty, springy, porcelain tits into her mind. She may be ogling you like an awful pervert, but she was a good teammate both in battle and sex, so you’ll let her get away with it. You grin seductively as you ask, “Suuuurge, do you like my boobs that much?”

You grind your hips in circles, riding her cock like a joystick as you wait for a response. Surge takes a moment to slurp the drool leaking from her mouth before answering, “Emilia’s tits… are the best…” Her cheeks turn a rosy red, but she’s not done embarrassing herself yet. “You’re so hot. *huff* Please! Fuck me however you want!” Geez, when Surge goes into sub mode, she becomes an absolute doormat. But, if she’s going to give you so much praise, you’d better not disappoint!

You resume slamming your hips down with all your might, and you’re certain you can feel just how much Surge’s plush ass is cushioning the impact. You cry out, loudly and aggressively, as you bounce on your partner’s pole in a storm of toe-curling pleasure. Surge, on the other hand, moans cutely and sweetly, just as though her strap-on were a real dick, stuck in your pussy like a venus fly trap and about to be milked dry. She sounds like she could cum from that fantasy alone, but she deserves a better reward than that. You reach back and find her pussy, exposed by the opening in the strap-on and waiting patiently for someone to ravage it. You smoothly slide your fingers inside with no hesitation, making Surge roll her eyes back and howl as a puddle’s worth of love juices squirt out. Good lord, she’s gonna cum any moment!

“EMILIA! I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM!” Surge cries.

“M-ME TOO!” you answer.

You clench your eyes shut and start driving your hips down onto Surge’s dick with reckless abandon. You finger her wet, steamy cunt just as quickly, ensuring that both of you leak a fountain of pussy juices. You’re so close…! You’re both making a cacophony of moans! With one final slam of your pussy against the hilt of Surge’s strap-on, the two of you go over the edge.

“*CUMMIIIIIING!*” you both squeal. You see stars as your pussy starts shaking like there’s an earthquake, and the **** quickly overtakes the rest of your muscles as well. The two of you practically scream your pleasure to the whole club, and the club reciprocates with the loudest cheers and applause all night. You want to keep fucking Surge’s cock, but you can’t steady yourself, so you settle for slowly grinding back and forth. You tentatively look down and notice the bump in your stomach from the sheer size of the rubber cock that’s inside you. Oh fuck… You were running on instinct and adrenaline the whole time, so you never realized, but you’re absolutely stuffed. Your legs feel weak from the realization, but your cunt starts spasming even harder in appreciation of your partner’s massive faux shaft. Surge is just as wet, letting girlcum flow onto the stage nonstop as her entire upper body is flushed from arousal. She trembles from head to toe, but even still, she continues her devout mission of watching your heaving, climaxing body, as though cataloguing every moment in her mind.

“I’m gonna remember this forever…” Surge sighs erotically. Then she passes out.

Well… you may hate strip clubs, but tonight, you conquered one. Sure, you may have had a few embarrassing, highly inappropriate bumps along the way… But you also got a Gym Badge, put an annoying Gym Leader in her place while taking her virginity in the process, and even turned a former enemy into a friend! Or, are you fuck buddies now…? It’s not like you have much time to figure it out. After cumming like a bitch in heat, you fall forward, pressing your premium chest pillows against Surge’s face as you drift off to dream land.