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The volleyball court was set. On one side stood Lt. Surge and Grey, both wearing red, white, and blue bikinis that put their patriotism on full display. On the other side stood the pair of foreigners, representing the flag of Alola on their own bikinis. With their prides on the line, both sides were ready to win.

“Since you Kanto bitches apparently can’t be bothered with introductions, we’ll just throw our names out there. I’m Mia, and she’s Kalena. I figured you might want to know who’s fucking your asses tonight.”

“Very funny, Alolan whorebags! I’m Lt. Surge, that’s Grey, and we’re sending you back to that island with the sorest asses of your lives!” Surge fired back.

The Alolan team showed that they were confident for good reason as they took an early lead. They were already warmed up and in excellent shape, putting the Kanto team at a disadvantage. In the front, Mia had no problem getting the ball past her vertically-challenged opponent, leaving Grey on her own in the back for most volleys. In the back, Kalena always returned the ball to the opposite side of the court from Grey, leaving the poor maid huffing and puffing as she tried to keep up. Determined as she was, Grey simply wasn’t athletically inclined, and couldn’t respond well to being constantly pressured.

“What’s the matter, Red?” Kalena yelled. “Those big tits of yours weighing you down?”

Mia quickly followed, “Nah, that’s just how all Kanto girls are. They need us Alolans to fuck them into shape.”

Grey ignored them, instead turning her attention to her boss. “Lieutenant, are all Alolan girls *huff* this annoying?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” answered the blonde. “They all think they have something smart to say. They seriously piss me off.”

“I suddenly *huff* find myself much more *puff* invested in winning,” Grey stated. The well-endowed volleyball player caught a second wind, and she was back in the game.

Surge knew she had to change things up, so she began anticipating when she would be ignored, and quickly shifting to middle court. This allowed her to intercept balls that otherwise should have been left to Grey, and launch them into the Alolan team’s unguarded corners. The dark-haired competitors took some time to adapt, having already gotten into a groove that no longer worked. The score gap narrowed, and the competition was coming down to the wire.

“You don’t have as much to say now, huh ladies? What happened? I thought you loved running your mouths!” Surge chided.

“Indeed, I had assumed Alolan heritage was primarily steeped in oral tradition,” Grey added smugly. Their opponents only responded with glares.

After regaining their bearings, the Alolan team was back to business, barely coming out on top despite some fierce exchanges from their competitors. With Alola in possession, the volleyball game had reached match point.

“Any last words, Kanto losers?” Mia taunted.

“Don’t act like this is over! It’s not over until you have a rubber cock up your ass!” screamed Surge.

The most vicious volley of the game began, with all four players making close saves that would have left any audience on the edge of their seats. Finally, the game-deciding shot was made by Mia. Rising above the net with the perfect opportunity for a spike, she delivered the ball at the best target she could find: Lt. Surge’s face.