The Vermilion City Militia

(This is a smut chapter.)

You’re almost at the gym… Just a little more… No, it’s impossible…

Endurance Check: Critically Failed!

“F-FUUUUUUCK!!!” Your legs give out and you fall, the vibrator in your cunt proving to be too much yet again. Your muscles are nothing but jelly at this point, making it a wonder you can even stand, much less think well enough to find your way back to the gym. You’re basically operating on instinct, your mind having checked out while your body can offer no more resistance to the buzzing dildo stuffed inside you.

With your shame soaring to new heights, you withdraw a sharpie from your camo thigh-highs and mark another orgasm on your scoreboard. That’s 24 now, way more than you thought you were even capable of… Lt. Surge will be livid. It’s not your fault though! They were handing out free muffins outside the bakery, so you had to stop your patrol! If only the vibrator didn’t go straight to the highest setting if you stopped marching for too long…

As you continue marching, nearly everyone you pass by reacts to you in some way. Some just drink in the sight of your revealing camo bikini, giving them every bit of eye candy possible without being completely nude, while others look at your scoreboard and laugh at how many orgasms you’ve had to march through. This is no laughing matter though! Your pussy is exhausted! You finally walk through the door of the gym, your scoreboard held over your head for Lt. Surge to clearly see.

Exposure Gained: +200 (Many people love keeping track of the new Vermilion City Militia recruits, and there are websites dedicated to it…)

“TWENTY-FOUR!? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME RECRUIT!?” Her shrill cry strikes you with fear, even as she stares at your sopping wet crotch and bikini bottom admiringly. “This doesn’t fly, Recruit. On your stomach, now.”

But you’re so tired… There’s no arguing with her, though. Not when she takes on such an authoritative stance. You get on your stomach, and quickly feel an overbearing blonde sitting on your back. “Push-ups. 50 of them.” There’s no way. You’re doomed.

You start the first one, but midway through, she reaches to your crotch and pulls the dildo out of your pussy unceremoniously. You immediately fall, shaking with the shocks of a miniature orgasm from the sudden stimulation of your defenseless tunnel. “That doesn’t count. You’re at 0. Get cracking, Recruit!”

Strength Check: Failed!

Your next attempt goes just as poorly as the first. About halfway to a complete push-up, Lt. Surge runs the tip of the vibrator, still buzzing, down the whole length of your bikini-clad lower lips. “Whaa!?” You plummet to the floor again, still at number 0. You hear a chuckle from above you and it pisses you off, so you resolve that this time, you’ll succeed.

Strength Check: Failed!

And then you fail. Over and over, you try to complete a single push-up, but your drill sergeant never once allows it, ensuring that the buzzing tool ruins your efforts every time. You quickly work up a sweat trying to lift both yourself and Lt. Surge, though your pussy is damp for a completely different reason. You’re too exhausted to make many attempts before collapsing, your progress towards completing your workout remaining at 0 percent even as your progress towards an orgasm is at 99. You don’t know whether to be more angry at Lt. Surge for messing with you like this, or at your crotch for reacting so much.

“Aww, is the big-titted bimbo tired already? But you don’t have any brains. All you’re good for is your body, so if that’s worthless then what are you good for?” Rrrrghh! You’ll show her! You muster the last of your strength and prop yourself up. You’ve nearly got your arms extended, just a little more…

Endurance Check: Failed!

*bzzzzzt* Lt. Surge presses the dildo against your bikini, managing to drive the fabric and the shaking toy about an inch into your cunt. “CUM- MMMMmmmmm…” The meager penetration is more than you can take, and you hit the ground with a wet splat as you land in a puddle of your own sweat and cum.

“Looks like the new recruit can’t even do a single push-up! There will always be special cases, I guess. And if anyone’s going to be a special case, it’s the whore who can’t finish a simple patrol without having 25 orgasms.”

“24…” you correct her, still catching your breath from both overexertion and overstimulation.

“Oh, that’s so much better,” she chides. “Since you’re apparently spent from being so useless, take a break, Recruit.”

Yay, a break… Now if only she would stop calling you useless… You enjoy a few seconds of being perfectly still on the floor, before the damned blonde grabs you by the leg and flips you over onto your back. “What *HUFF* *HUFF* are you doing!?” you cry exhaustedly.

“Still huffing and puffing over a little exercise? What a disgrace! If you can’t work out that worthless body of yours, then I’ll work it out for you instead. Starting with the weakest part: that pitiful cunt of yours.”

What? That doesn’t sound good! You attempt to slide away, but it comes across more as squirming than anything else as you lack the energy to move an inch. Your commanding officer reaches down and pulls on the strings of your bottoms, leaving your nethers, and the juices you’ve spilled all over them, completely exposed. She then strips out of her pants at lightning speed, revealing a pair of exceptionally fit legs beneath her baggy clothes. But the tank top stays on. Clearly Lt. Surge works out. And clearly she’s been enjoying training you, if the moisture on her pussy is any indication.

She hoists one of your legs into the air as you make one last, feeble attempt to scramble away. Lust filling her eyes, she connects her lower lips with yours, a lewd shlicking sound filling the gym. With no further warning, she starts humping you with fervor, sending your tits flying with the momentum of her fierce hips. A girl so small has no business being so strong! It’s not fair! You find yourself wincing with every impact, yet your pussy is absolutely in love with it, clenching up with every motion by Lt. Surge.

Not to let this remain a simple workout, she begins smacking your tits between thrusts, earning adorable wails as your boobs bounce around and threaten to break free from the skimpy camo top. “Don’t think I just hand out personal training out of courtesy! You still have to be punished for your laziness!” Your “punishment” puts an extra layer of blush on your already vibrantly flushed face, while your nipples protrude painfully against your bikini as if begging for more ****. H-Hey, you’re not enjoying this, right?

The girl herself stares lasers at you, seemingly determined to burn the sight of you flailing helplessly into her mind for all eternity. She looks at you with equal parts lust and smugness, a smile of superiority never leaving her face. It makes you want to struggle, or talk back, or do something, but your strength to do anything is completely missing. Instead, you just moan whenever you manage to catch enough breath to do so. Which is rare, because Lt. Surge is tribbing against you so hard that just getting fucked is wearing you out.

Before long, your body is ready to falter yet again, this time against a barrage of pleasure and the stinging across your breasts. You’re taken all the way to the precipice, and suddenly, everything stops. You look up in confusion at the blonde riding you, and the last thing you see is a grin full of malice. Without moving her hips at all, she rains several quick, furious blows down against your heaving rack, your pristine skin marred by the red handprints she leaves behind. Somehow, your body registers it all as pleasure, and it’s the last bit of pleasure you can take.

You open your mouth, but you’re too tired to make any sounds come out, so instead your tongue rolls out limply as you shake violently against the spiteful Lieutenant. “What a slut of a recruit I have to deal with. Even her punishment makes her cum.” Of course she’d know, her pussy is right up against yours so she can probably feel every spasm she’s slapping you through. And it leaves a wide grin on her face. She probably feels a sense of victory over your big boobs by smacking an orgasm out of them. What shame…

Without mercy, Lt. Surge begins tribbing against you again, both her humping and titsmacking more enthusiastic than before. You occasionally manage to gasp a breath of air before going right back to having it fucked out of you by a series of silent orgasms. Your sweaty, messy heap of a body only gets a break when the girl atop you locks up in an orgasm of her own, filling the gym with a long scream of lust as she arches her back.

She falls on top of you, burying her face in your plush boobs and nuzzling against them. You’re both catching your breath, but there’s a very clear difference between her labored breathing, and your gasping for dear life. This girl’s in a league of her own…

“You may be a special case, Recruit,” she starts, mostly talking into your chest, “but god damn it, I will put in the time it takes to make you a soldier worth a damn.” Spared of her workout regimen, your body quickly takes the opportunity to pass out.

“0600 sharp tomorrow, Recruit! In uniform! Tardiness will not be tolerated!” You awaken to a high-pitched voice while being tossed into the evening-filled outdoors by Surge. At least she had the courtesy to put your bikini bottom back on.

There’s no way you’re coming back wearing this tomorrow! You’re coming back dressed in your own clothes, and you’re going to bear her. Who’d willingly join her stupid militia!? Though, seemingly a lot of girls do. Still lying on the ground, you find a pamphlet sitting near your head. You give it a quick scan to find that it’s full of propaganda. Vermilion City this, serving your fellow citizens that… You know, Vermilion City really isn’t that bad… You should put this down.

You stand up and immediately regret it as every one of your muscles screams in agony. Instead, you crawl to a nearby bush to start changing out of the bikini and into your clothes in privacy. However, once you’ve stripped, you’re too tired to continue, and you end up falling asleep naked in a bush.