By serving you like a best friend

(This is a smut chapter.)

Back in Sabrina’s movie room, a randomly selected movie starts playing on the widescreen. According to your “best friend”, Fuzzy Carver and the Calm Accusation is the fourth movie in the series, so you’re not supposed to watch it yet. But, as you sit down on the couch and fix your attention on Sabrina, the movie is the last thing on your mind.

The defeated Gym Leader has been stripped bare, now wearing only a pair of wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a blindfold to render her psychic abilities useless. Oh, and a pair of high heels that she walks around in like a newborn deer. You even found four of those egg-shaped vibrators, along with straps that go around her thighs to hold the remotes. What a surprise, the insane girl had a bunch of insane sex stuff lying around. Ha! Such a frightening and powerful girl, reduced to a helpless bondage slut, all because you said you hate girls who don’t play by the rules. If someone said you were drunk on power right now, well… that would probably be an understatement. But Sabrina should know that being batshit insane doesn’t excuse you from obeying the winner! Crazies are not excused from the rules of society!

“Sabrina, get me a blanket,” you order.

“B-But… I can’t see, or *hng* walk, or-”

“I didn’t ask for excuses, I asked for a blanket. Or are you gonna let your best friend freeze to **** in your own home!?”

“No, sorry! I’ll go get one! So- *HAH* Sorry Emilia!”

Sounds like she hasn’t wasted anytime getting warmed up by those toys. Ahhh, using the words “best friend” against her is the best idea you’ve ever had.

Sabrina takes slow, careful steps to avoid being tripped up by her heels or the chains between her ankles. But those steps put her squarely in front of the TV. Normally, you’d get immediately upset if somebody blocked your view like this, but Sabrina’s nicer to look at than the movie that’s playing anyway. Nnf, that body of hers was practically made to be stared at.

You enjoy watching the captive Gym Leader’s assets bounce with each tiny step, but then you get an idea. You don’t have to settle for looking. You can touch, because you’re her best friend. Without warning, you get off the couch and take a big, teardrop-shaped tit in each hand. She was already taller than you, and thanks to her heels, your face is perfectly at tit-height. Thanks to all the vibrators working her over, her nipples are already stiff, and you can feel a strong heat radiating from her breasts. Time to motorboat them!

“*HYA!* E-Emilia!? What are you doing?”

A few seconds pass before you surface from Sabrina’s chest. “Groping your tits. This is perfectly normal stuff. Don’t complain about this if you’re my best friend,” you answer flatly.

“But isn’t this k-kinda *kya* weird for friends to do?”

“Aww, suddenly you care about boundaries when it’s your body on the line? You did worse to me, remember? If you have such a lewd body, obviously all your friends will feel you up. Just shut up and let your best friend do what she wants.”

Not content with just holding and squeezing, you start bouncing her tits up and down, enjoying the sight of two full orbs heaving upwards, then settling back down, never once losing their beautiful volume. While far from sagging, they hang just slightly, just enough to look as lewd as possible. That’s right, having such an erotic body in front of you, blindfolded and bound, is enough to make even a chaste girl like yourself a little crazy...

“E-Emilia? I *hah* can hear you breathing... You’re sure this isn’t anything *oooohhhh* weird?”

“It’s not! Definitely not. You really shouldn’t accuse your best friend of stuff like that.”

“Sorry!”

“Whatever, just get me a blanket already. Actually, I don’t need it anymore. Get me something to drink, I’m thirsty.”

“Yeah you are...”

“What was that!?” You give Sabrina a sharp smack on her ass for her smartass comment.

“Nothing!”

“You’re in front of the TV, too. Move it.”

You return to the couch just in time to witness the pathetic sight of Sabrina rushing to get out of the way, getting tripped up by her chains, and falling flat on the floor. Her plentiful ass keeps shaking for a few seconds after she hits the ground. Ahh, what a treat. Well, you better check on the condition of your clumsy best friend servant.

Sabrina starts moaning, but it already sounds like she’s on the edge of orgasm. She must have been holding back before, but now that she’s stuck on the floor, she can’t suppress her slutty voice. Well, she’s not really stuck, but there’s no way Bambi’s getting back on her feet, especially given the puddle beneath her pussy. This girl’s gonna cum all over the floor instead of getting you a drink. This calls for a punishment.

With a big sigh, you ask, “Having trouble getting my drink, Slutbrina?”

“*AHHH!* Yessss… Please help… *HAAAAH!*”

“Help? Why should I help? If you can’t even do something this simple, then what good as a best friend are you!?”

With one foot pressed against her back, you take out an extra dildo you brought along, set it to vibrate on high, and slide it into her incompetent ass.

“OH FUCK EMILIA OH GOD FUUUUUUUCK!!!” Having a girl scream your name as she cums… Maybe this is what good she is as a best friend…

It only takes a couple seconds for Sabrina’s climax to hit, turning her into a wriggling worm stuck beneath your foot. She kicks her legs, pleads for help, and even shakes her hips as though she’s trying to rattle the dildo out of her ass. In the end, all it does is give you a more erotic sight as she soaks the carpet with her girlcum like some kind of degenerate. Tch, like you’d ever be best friends with such a worthless whore who can’t even fetch a drink without cumming all over the floor. Part of you feels that you might be getting a little carried away, but you’re not paying much attention to it. You’re mostly preoccupied with the fake indignation of missing your movie, just to attend to the lowly orgasm of a so-called psychic girl who can’t predict how to walk.

Sabrina’s frantic movements eventually wane into heavy breathing and nothing else. You amusedly bounce your foot on her back, enjoying the sight of her boobs compressing against the floor, then expanding back to their buoyant shape. Disappointing as it is, you doubt this terrifying, unhinged girl can even stand up without your assistance. You get her back to her feet, paying no heed to the height advantage she has over you.

“Now, go get me my- never mind. You’re useless. Just come sit on the sofa and watch the damn movie.”

“R-Right,” Sabrina answers, not commenting on her inability to watch anything.

Only a few seconds after you sit, Sabrina falls onto the sofa, sprawling herself out face-down. And her ass lands directly in your lap, as though it instinctively knows what’s coming next. You can feel the vibrations of her toys just from her crotch against your thighs. It serves to remind you of how wet you are, but before anything else, you have to drive a point home to your “best friend”.

“Sabrina.”

“Sorry!”

“Sabrina, I have pretty high standards for my best friend, and you’re not exactly meeting them.”

“Wait, this isn’t fair! You made me put on all this stuff and I can’t even walk right! Take it off and I’ll do better! I promise!”

“I don’t think so. You’ll wear that stuff because I told you to, and you’ll fetch things for me because I told you to. And if you don’t…”

*SMACK*

“…I’ll light your ass on fire.”

“*AHH!*”

Sabrina’s entire body lurches as your hand strikes her asscheek.

“That much of a reaction? What, did you think you were getting out of this position without getting spanked?” you toy.

“Y-Yes… Best friends don’t spank each other…”

“Good grief, you still don’t get it? You’re not much of a psychic at all. You’re more like an oblivious, lovestruck fly, caught in a spider’s web. If someone like you throws herself blindly at any random ‘best friend’, isn’t it obvious that you’ll get taken advantage of like this? Your ‘crazy’ levels of devotion are convenient for others, but you’ll just get walked all over, and they’ll probably use your obscene body for lewd things, too. Knowing that, do you still want to be my best friend?”

“……Y-Yes……”

“Tch. You’re hopeless. Well, since you’re such a trash host, the only thing you’re really good for is your body. I might as well enjoy that, at least.”

“But I’m not just a host! I’m your best-”

*SLAP*

“*KYAA!*”

The heat of arousal is audible in her voice. Whether it’s more from the numerous toys vibing every inch of her tunnel, or the burn of your palm against her ass, you’ll never know. What you do know is, you could get lost in the sight of her delicious ass wobbling in recoil from your punishment, and that’s exactly what you intend to do.

“Are you about to cum?”

You keep abusing the defeated Gym Leader, treating her more like a lap decoration than a friend. One after the other, your red palmprints give rise to helpless cries. Despite being able to roll off the couch at any time, she obediently remains, taking her punishment while desperately hoping she’ll remain worthy of being your best friend. Somehow, her dedication just makes it more lewd. You probably shouldn’t be turned on by taking advantage of this girl, but here we are. Better finish this whore off quick so you can tend to your own needs.

“Then go on you miserable slut! Cum from being spanked! By your best-”

*SMACK*

“Fucking-”

*SMACK*

“FRIEND!”

*SMACKKK*

“OH GAWWWWWD!!!”

Sabrina cums so hard that she ends up spilling girlcum all over her couch, not to mention your legs. Oh well, it’s her furniture, not yours. Not an inch of her body is spared from the shuddering orgasm, making her look somehow more pathetic than she already did. Seeing her writhing in ecstasy, you can’t help but grope her ass, squeezing her asscheeks together and pulling them apart, taking in the extra erotic sight of the clingy girl’s lewd body. But you fail to notice the dildo coming loose from her asshole until it falls out and lands directly between your thighs.

“*OOH-OOH-OOH-OOOOOOH!*”

Your own climax is practically instant, causing your sadistic lust to boil over as you leave your own puddle of girlcum on Sabrina’s couch. Ahhh, this must be karma. Doesn’t matter, you needed this release anyway. As intense as the vibrations are, you don’t want them to stop, so you just settle for punishing Sabrina some more by fingering her asshole in the dildo’s stead. Both your orgasms are loud, wet, and uncontrollable, dragging on until Sabrina passes out, and you’re not far behind her.

“Bitch can’t even walk, but her ass sure is nice to stare at. Gotta get one of these girls once I become a Pokemon Master…” you mumble, shoving Sabrina onto the floor. You take the buzzing dildo, stick it back in her ass, then lay on the cum-soaked sofa and go to sleep.