Day 3 - Hatesex/Bukkake - Final Fantasy X

“Hey Bickson, you guys have a visitor.”

Bickson looked up, his blitzball gear half-on, like his teammates. You didn’t ask permission to go into a locker room unless it wasn’t yours. And you didn’t try to get into a locker room that wasn’t yours unless you had business there. He wondered for a moment if it might be a jealous rival coming to try something stupid, but security probably wouldn’t have let a guy like that in… unless the pay was right.

“Right before practice?” He scoffed.

“She says it can’t wait.”

Abus and Graav gave him a look. Raudy was still off in his own world, doing whatever insane ritual it was that goalies did to get ready.

“She?” Abus grumbled.

“Fuckin she?” Bickson called to the security man.

“Yeah, she.” The man called back, then addressed whoever it was who was waiting, “Listen, lady, it ain’t me making you wait, it’s them.”

“Look lively boys, pants zipped and that.” Bickson nodded to his teammates, then called to the security man, “Send her in then.”

A moment later the girl entered. Bickson vaguely remembered seeing her with Wakka and the other Aurochs up at the temple praying for victory. She was the uptight-looking brown-haired one in the religious garb. Up close she was almost surprisingly small, thin of frame to the point of looking like she didn’t have a single muscle on her frame. Even her chest wasn’t much more than a slight raised bump against her garb.

“You? Ain’t you one of the Auroch girls?” Bickson went back to putting on his uniform.

“I am not one of the players,” The girl sounded unsure, deeply sad in a way he couldn’t place, “But Wakka and Tidus are both people I care for very deeply.”

“Well, you sure picked a real bad team to care deeply about.” Bickson snorted.

“You…” The girl’s voice sounded strained, “You are going to win this tournament?”

“That a question or a statement? Because either way, you’re correct.”

“I… do not want you to.”

“Yeah, you and the rest of the competition. Lady, you alright in the head?”

“You will win the next tournament as well, no?”

“Most likely. So long as Sin don’t eat us before we can.”

“Then it would not be so bad… if you lost this one?”

“Well what if I wanna win this one too?” Bickson looked at her, unsure if he should be trying to explain why he wanted to win in the same way he would to a child, “Six in a row would tie the all-time record, then we could go for seven next year.”

The girl shook her head, “Wakka is going to retire this year, he can’t wait until you’ve broken the record.”

“Listen… lady,” Bickson stood up and reached out to her.

“My name is Yuna,” She pushed his hand away, “And I want you to lose this tournament so that Wakka can win before he retires.”

“Well we don’t wanna do that Yuna,” Bickson gestured to his teammates and each nodded, “We don’t care if Wakka’s retiring. We don’t care if he’s dying. All the Goers care about is the Goers.”

“How can you be so cruel?” Her voice didn’t sound as sharp with emotion as it probably should have, there was something sedated about her, like part of her mind was always elsewhere, “Doesn’t your heart have any room?”

“Yeah, it’s got room for another two trophies.” Bickson smirked, “Not enough for poor little Wakka.”

Yuna paused for a long moment, her face as impossible to read as it had been before. He wasn’t even sure her eyes were moving. He half expected her to blink them one at a time. Instead, when she seemed to finish thinking, she turned very slightly to look him in the eye with the sort of uncomfortable lock-stare of an old painting.

“What do you want… in exchange for losing?”

Bickson looked to his teammates in disbelief before looking back.

“Lady-”

“My name is Yuna.”

“Yuna, are you seriously offering to pay us off to take a fall? Because I don’t think you’ve got nearly the money it would take for us to even think about it.”

“There are other things I can offer.” She held up the odd little staff she carried with her, “I am a summoner, many things which may seem impossible to you would be-”

“Why don’t you take your top off?” Raudy called from his bench.

“My… top?” Yuna moved a hand first to her bowknot, then to her vest and sleeves. “Would removing it make you lose the tournament?”

“It’d make us have to consider it.” Abus chimed in.

“Okay,” Even with her emotionally flat act, Bickson could see at least a hint of a blush on her cheeks. She wasn’t completely immune to feeling things, she had probably just gotten very good at putting every other person’s emotions before hers.

Yuna reached for the bowknot behind her and unfastened it with a long slow pull which sounded like a body being dragged across the floor. She set it very gingerly on one of the locker room benches, then reached up and pulled apart her vest, which when not held in place was little more than a U-shaped section of cloth. With that set beside her bowknot, she made one final motion to untie the back string of the bikini-top bra she had underneath and folded it neatly onto the pile. She stood with complete composure and ease now only in her skirt and sleeves. A pair of small brown nipples the only coloration on her otherwise porcelain-white skin. Her breasts at least a little more noticeable now out of their clothing, though still only a slight accent to her form.

“Damn,” All of the teammates had started crowding in around her now, and Graav scratched his chin, “Don’t they feed you summoners enough?”

“I don’t understand,” Again, the illusion of unemotionality couldn’t completely cover a slight tinge of discomfort.

“She’s flat as a board,” Raudy reached out a hand to poke at Yuna’s breasts, but she stepped back away from him. “Damn, I wish that other girl Wakka hangs out with had been the one to come over here.”

“Are they… small?” Yuna looked down at her chest with a slight frown, “I know they are smaller than Lulu’s, but I’m not used to men looking at them.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty small.” Graav leaned in like he was studying them.

“Is that… bad?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Abus cut Graav. “Some of us like them small.”

“I see,” Yuna made it sound like she didn’t understand, but would remember the basic idea at least.

“You should take your skirt off,” Raudy leered, “Maybe the rest of you has a bit more where it counts.”

Yuna shook her head slowly but pointedly.

“It would be shameful for those parts to be seen by strangers.” She said plainly, “I can remove my sleeves, if you would like.”

“We don’t care about the sleeves, girl,” Graav snorted, “We wanna see your ass.”

“You won’t.” She said it flatly, without any real emotion other than certainty.

“Not even if it’d make us lose the match?”

“No.”

“Sheesh,” Raudy turned his back on Yuna, “Guess you don’t Wakka to win one before he retires.”

“That is the one thing which is not possible. If there is anything else at all-”

“Hey, you said it was shameful for us to see your parts, but what about you seeing ours?” Bickson cut in.

“There is no problem with that. When I worked in the temples, I would often have to perform healing-”

Bickson had his pants down and his cock out in front of her before she’d even finished the sentence. She looked down at his member with the same interest that she’d show seeing a stray frog or a dropped piece of fruit in a street gutter. Even half-hard, Bickson still prided himself on his size. If she understood that he was big, she didn’t register it.

“And how about touching them?”

“I have done that as well, when healing.”

“Putting your mouth on it?”

“That is… strange… I do not understand why you would want that-”

“You don’t gotta understand, I just wanna know if it’s allowed or not.”

“I do not… think it is disallowed… if I am not exposing myself, all it would amount to is touch. The same as a kiss… though more embarrassing.”

“If that’s the case, why don’t you get down on your knees and suck it for me?”

“You want me to… suck your private area?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“For how long?”

“You’ll know when I’ve had enough.”

“And if I do, you will lose the tournament?”

“We’ll certainly give it some serious thought.”

Yuna slowly lowered herself onto her knees like she was entering a prayer pose and reached up to grasp Bickson’s cock with both hands. She put her lips on it tentatively while she started to stroke it with an unmistakably more practiced motion. The others had made a circle around her and were stroking themselves gently as well while she focused on him.

“Not the first time you’ve jerked off a cock before, eh?”

“Not the first time I have seen the motion. The medicine women in Besaid-”

Bickson took the opportunity to skip an explanation and pushed his cock into her mouth while she was talking. He thought he saw a very real twitch of irritation in her eyes, but she didn’t act on it if it was real. Instead sucking on his head placidly like she might a piece of candy. As she did, Graav and Abus reached out and each pulled one of her hands away from Bickson and onto their own cocks. Yuna looked up at Bickson quizzically as he grabbed her head and moved her back and forth slightly on his rod. She pulled back for long enough to speak of you again.

“I’m afraid I have only one mouth and two hands… and there are four of you…”

Abus grabbed Yuna’s head and moved her mouth to his cock, Yuna moved her hand onto Raudy’s cock in response. Bickson stroked himself idly.

“Yeah, you figured it out.” He grinned down at her, “You gotta take care of all four of us anyway, so it don’t matter who you focus on for now.”

It really didn’t. Yuna’s mouth was wet and warm but she was also so inexperienced with it, and so dispassionate in how she used it, that it was more about being able to stake your claim on it than any real pleasure. Her hands were a bit better, but even they weren’t as much the real prize as they had maybe hoped. As Yuna worked her way in circles, they enjoyed watching her work mainly, drool now spilling down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts and staining her skirt. Her eyes looking up in that unique sort of non-emotion that she had shown for the majority of her time since coming into the locker room. With time, a little more practice at it, she could probably be made into a proper team slut who could properly amp them up before a match or reward them for a big win, but for now they were just taking what they could get.

When Bickson was starting to get bored, he passed a glance to the others and they seemed to acknowledge it back to him. They separated themselves from Yuna, leaving her knelt in the middle of them while they all jerked themselves quickly around her. She looked from one to the other in slight confusion.

Raudy was the first to release, shooting onto Yuna’s face from behind and streaking her hair. She opened her mouth slightly in protest just in time for Abus to follow, landing some of his in her mouth and prompting her to snap her lips back shut again as quickly as she could. When Bickson and Graav followed, the four of them combined to wetly streak her face, coating it in their seed. When they’d finally finished, they stepped back and left her kneeling in place, eyes closed and upturned face a wet collection of their cum. She wiped her eyes and blinked them open before slowly rising.

“You will… lose the match?”

“We’ll certainly consider it,” Bickson chuckled.

“Ah…” She opened and closed her mouth pathetically a few times, clearly unhappy with that being all the answer she was going to get, but she shuffled over to the bench with her clothing. “Thank you.”

She dressed in awkward silence, re-tying her strap bikini top and then draping her vest back around her shoulders. With her belt tied back into place she tried her best to straighten out her hair, but when her hand came back wet she resigned herself to quietly and slowly shuffling from the room. Face still a mess and either not understanding why she might want to clean it or too defeated to make the effort.

“Man, what a weird chick,” Raudy scratched the back of his head.

“Yeah,” Bickson watched the door she had left through, half-expecting her to come back in, “Do you think if we beat the Aurochs badly enough in the first half, she’ll come back during halftime?”

“Shit,” Abus laughed, “Only one way to find out.”

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