The wrong type of patriotism

Two girls were already playing volleyball with each other in the bright, summer sun. They had exotically dark skin, black hair, and tall, bombshell bodies featuring racks that rivaled Grey’s in size. Every inch of their delicious assets bounced as they ran, jumped, and dove for the ball. Everything checked out in Surge’s mind except one thing: they wore bikinis bearing the Alolan flag.

The patriotic girl raced over to the volleyball net, leaving Grey in her dust. “Hey, you! What do you girls think you’re doing!?”

“Uhh, playing volleyball. What’s it look like, shorty?” one of the islanders answered irritably.

“No, not that!” stated Surge, nearly sounding frantic in her explanation. “Your bikinis! They have the wrong flag!”

Both girls exchanged confused glances before one answered, “Nope. This is the right flag. The Alolan flag. We’re Alolan.”

“Do you not know what day it is!? It’s Kanto Independence Day!” the blonde yelled.

“Yeah but we don’t give a shit about that. We’re just here visiting from Alola. We’re way prouder of our heritage than this place so we’re celebrating that instead. It’s better than whatever you Kanto bitches have to be proud of.”

By that point, Grey had caught up with Lt. Surge, just in time to hear the cranky girl’s ire. “Did you hear that Grey!? She called Kanto girls ‘bitches’! On Kanto Independence Day!”

“Well, in her defense, some of the applicants for your maid position have not been the kinde-”

“We’re settling this right now!” Surge declared. “Volleyball. You versus us. Winners own the losers for the rest of Kanto Independence Day!”

“Oh? Sounds interesting.” replied the other islander. “You brought the strap-ons, right?” she asked her friend.

Surge and Grey looked at each other, wordlessly expressing their concern at the fact that these girls apparently carry strap-ons with them wherever they go. “Uhh… you just bring sex toys with you everywhere when you’re on vacation?” Surge asked.

“Let’s just say you won’t be the first Kanto bitches we’ve fucked in this pushover of a region.”

Surge was furious. “If you dissenters think it’ll be that easy, you have another thing coming! I’ll have you know I’m a former member of the armed ****-”

As the blonde gestured angrily, her top once again fell into the sand. She grabbed at her bikini in a panic, her nationalist rivals laughing all the while. “God, I know Kanto girls just don’t have the goods like we do, but that’s a world of difference.”

Disregarding the insult, Surge got a hold of her top and began putting it on, but Grey intervened. “Please, allow me. Otherwise it will simply keep coming undone.” The blonde grumbled, allowing her tall maid to take over.

“Wow, she can’t even dress herself? Is this girl even legal? Are we gonna get thrown in jail for banging her?” The girls continued laughing as Surge turned redder by the second. And her embarrassment reached critical mass when Grey, without warning, pulled her shorts to the ground.

“GREY WHAT THE-”

Grey held a hand over the bikini-clad girl’s mouth, silencing her protests. “Lieutenant, if you truly wish to win, it is in your best interest to maximize your mobility. I assure you, my desire to see your shapely butt in a bikini did not factor into this decision.” Surge squirmed under everyone’s stares, unaccustomed to feeling the outdoor air anywhere above her knees. But, in the interest of winning, she reluctantly agreed.