Yes, it's a win for Kanto

(This is a smut chapter.)

On instinct, Surge lurched out of the way just enough to let the ball hit her hands, bouncing backwards into Grey’s range. The red-haired woman set the ball back up for a vindictive Surge, who shot into the air, far above her usual stature, and launched the ball directly towards the center of the other team’s court.

Both Alolans went for the ball simultaneously, hitting each other head on and tumbling to the ground. They rubbed their heads to stave off the pain of their mishap, lying in the sand all the while. It took several seconds for them to realize that they had not only lost the volley, they’d also lost their bikini tops. Their slow reaction had already allowed a small crowd to gather, ogling the topless foreigners lying atop each other. Dismayed, Mia and Kalena sprung to their feet, searching frantically for their tops which had somehow flown as far as possible from the site of their impact. Nobody moved to help them, instead far more interested in watching topless girls run around on the beach. Through it all, Surge and Grey were giddy with laughter, enjoying every second of the girls’ plight.

Once they were decent, the Alolan team returned to play, wearing vibrant blushes in place of their previous confidence. The rest of the game played out one-sidedly with the tanned women performing as mere shadows of their former selves. The Kanto girls walked all over them, ending the match quickly and decisively.

“Hey Alolan whores! You said you freaks brought strap-ons to the beach?” Surge barked. The two nodded. “Go get ‘em. You’re the ones getting pegged tonight.”

With night descending on Vermilion Beach, the whole stretch of sand was packed with people eagerly anticipating the fireworks display. Behind some rocks and out of sight, however, was a group of bikini-clad babes about to create some fireworks of their own.

Surge and Grey had their Kanto bikini tops intact, but their bottoms had been replaced with black strap-ons, wielded by the girls who were supposed to be on the receiving end. The losing Alolans were on all fours, facing each other with the ocean at their sides. Behind them kneeled the Kanto team, waiting for the right moment to claim their victory.

“Typical Kanto bitches. They don’t even know enough to undress a girl before they fuck her,” complained Mia.

“You should be thanking us for letting you wear them. Otherwise you might lose them forever. Unless you’ve already forgotten the eyeful you gave everyone earlier?” the Gym Leader retorted. The islanders stared down at the sand, the burn of their topless mishap still fresh in their minds. “Besides, the Alolan flag isn’t gonna do a damn thing, especially not keep me from fucking you.” She and Grey slid their partner’s bikinis to the side, exposing the Alolans’ entrances to the ocean breeze.

“I must admit, I find you ladies far more tolerable in these positions. Were you to represent Alola from your hands and knees more often, people might form better opinions of you and your homeland,” Grey taunted.

“More accurate opinions, too,” Surge added.

“YOU KANTO WHORES ARE ALL TA-” Kalena’s outburst was cut short by the first firework exploding in the sky, prompting the Kanto girls to hilt their strap-ons in the losers’ holes.

“*AHH!*” both foreigners squeaked together. Unaccustomed to being on the receiving end, the girls had little defense to offer against the mainlanders’ ****. They were quickly learning the difficulty of maintaining dignity with rubber cocks stuffed inside them.

Surge and Grey settled into alternating rhythms, plunging their cocks into the islanders and making their asses bounce lewdly. Girly moans flowed freely from their mouths, providing a stark contrast to their earlier tough girl acts. Every starburst in the sky served to further deflate the Alolans’ egos, reminding them that they were being plowed in celebration of a regional holiday that they insulted.

“You see, Grey,” Surge explained, “Alolans are a very musical people. That’s why they’re gracing us with their beautiful, slutty voices. It’s their ‘thank you’ for the pounding we’re giving them.”

“How knowledgeable, Lieutenant,” Grey replied. “I quite like their singing. If I wish to hear more, I presume I need only do this.” The busty woman added more weight to her thrusts, forcing Kalena to squeal like a whore as her tits bounced around in her disgraced Alolan bikini.

Surge followed along, pounding Mia hard enough to make her voice increase in pitch. Together, the two made a symphony of helpless Alolans getting dominated by their Kanto betters.

“Music to my ears,” Surge gloated.

“FUCK *AH-AH-AH* YOU *OHHHH!!*” Mia roared amidst her embarrassing moans.

“LET’S GET ONE THING STRAIGHT YOU ALOLAN SLUT,” the Kanto patriot roared back. She reached forward, pressing the side of the mouthy Alolan’s face into the sand. “YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS ‘MA’AM’ WHEN I’M FUCKING YOU! GOT IT!?”

Mia could do nothing but stare out at the ocean, a combo of red, white, and blue fireworks going off as Surge doubled her pace, ensuring that Kanto’s authority was thoroughly screwed into the foreigner. “YES MA-A-A-A’AM!” she squealed.

“Good. Now that we’ve established the pecking order, we’ll have to fix that attitude.”

“Fuck that, MiaAAAAHHH! Don’t give her *FUCK* the satisfaction!” Kalena yelled, feebly attempting to encourage her friend despite her own wanton wails. Grey was not pleased.

“If you will not behave like the Alolan whore that you are, then I will make you behave.” Grey rained a flurry of spanks down upon the defiant islander’s ass, each slap perfectly timed with the barrage of white and gold fireworks lighting the night sky. Kalena was dripping generously onto the sand, her will broken as her body traitorously reacted to the patriotic punishment.

“I’M SORRY! I’LL BEHAVE! *OW-OW-OW* PLEASE JUST- *FUCK* PLEASE- *OHHHHH!!!*” Grey pretended not to hear her pleas, enjoying the desperation in her voice too much to stop just yet.

“You two sure do change your tune as soon as you’re stuffed with cock,” Surge stated. “You’ll say whatever the big, bad Kanto girls tell you to. Try this one on for size: ‘Alola is for whores.’ ”

“Alola is for whores!” Mia cried, her face still mashed into the sand.

“Alola is for whOOOOOOHHHH!!!” Kalena squealed. Still suffering swats on the ass from the strict maid, the added shame of denouncing her own region was the final straw for her body and mind. The defeated Alolan shuddered through a violent climax, spraying her love juices out against the beach.

“It seems that this bitch is truly determined to prove just how worthless Alolan girls are,” Grey observed. “Perhaps if she thoroughly rids herself of these shameful fluids, she will grow to respect Kanto and its superior women.” Grey reached around and began rubbing her partner’s clit, making the wailing Alolan raise her embarrassing voice several notches. After talking herself up, Kalena was left squirting her brains out beneath a brilliant burst of gold light.

“Your friend sounds like she’s having such a good time. Don’t you wanna join her and squeal like the slut you are?” Surge teased.

Mia retorted, “Fuck you! I mean, fuck you, ma’am! I mean *OH FUCK!*” Surge quickly responded by plunging two fingers into Mia’s ass. Her signature Alolan attitude was gone in an instant, replaced with climactic convulsions and a sense of failure in representing her region.

“Ha! Cumming she second I shove something up your pathetic Alolan ass? I bet all you foreigners are anal whores. Let’s hear you break on Kanto cock!” The bikini-clad blonde withdrew her slick strap-on and shoved it roughly into the orgasming girl’s ass.

“*FUUUCK NOOOOOOO!!!*” The single stroke was all it took to make the tan-skinned mess of a girl start squirting, just like her friend. But that wasn’t nearly enough for Surge, who continued brutally assfucking a humiliated Mia into oblivion. With her eyes rolled back, her tongue hanging out, and her cunt squirting sympathetically with the pounding her ass was receiving, Mia could only process her shameful climax and a blue-lit sky, celebrating her downfall.

The Gym Leader added further insult. “Maybe next time you feel like saying anything about Kanto, you’ll remember the week you couldn’t walk straight after a Kanto girl wrecked your ass!”

The two helpless, wailing, squirting Alolans stood testament to the fact that, on Kanto Independence Day, Kanto had come out on top. The two cocky foreigners were being destroyed beneath a pyrotechnic display dedicated to etching their inferiority into their hazy minds. They were quickly regretting their trip, having never expected to end up as the bottom bitches for a couple of proud Kanto girls.

“Lieutenant, I am quite enjoying these Alolan whores and their total submission to our superiority. Might we record something to better remember their total failure in challenging Kanto?” asked Grey.

“Good idea!” replied Surge. “Alolan bitches are all attention whores anyway. They’ll love being on camera.”

Grey retrieved her phone and pulled Kalena’s hair with her free hand, tilting the overfucked Alolan’s head back to barely face the camera. As she began recording, Grey starting drilling into the disrespectful woman’s crotch even faster.

“Kindly remind me, Alolan slut, whose region reigns supreme?”

“*AHHH!* Kanto! It’s *FFFFF* KantOOOOOOOHHHH!!!” Kalena screamed through another orgasm. A series of red and white fireworks went off in the background as the islander squirted on camera, producing further proof of her unstoppable pleasure. Still, Grey continued her interview.

“Kanto? Are you sure? Are you not from Alola?” asked the buxom beauty.

“I AM!” Kalena cried, still cumming her brains out.

“Yet Alola is inferior to Kanto? Why is that? Is it because a woman from Kanto is fucking you so effectively that your useless Alolan body cannot help but climax?” Grey taunted.

“YES YES YES!” The conquered Alolan trembled as she announced her shame honestly for the red-haired bombshell to record.

Next was Surge’s turn, pulling Mia’s hair back to face the camera without letting up on her ass for a second. “Say it, Alolan bitch! Which region is the best?”

Mia was too far gone to answer, caught in a loop of anal orgasms that left her slackjawed and foggy-eyed. Nothing but the distressed cries of a humiliated, formerly-tough girl could be heard coming from her mouth.

“Okay, something different. Which region has a rubber cock shoved up your ass, you stupid fucking islander!?”

“KANTO!” the delirious Alolan yelled.

“That’s right! You’ve got a Kanto cock in you on Kanto Independence Day! That’s what you get when you come here spouting your ‘Alolan heritage’ bullshit. Are you Alolan whores the ones doing the fucking here?”

“NO!”

“Who’s fucking who!?” the Gym Leader shouted, more asserting than asking.

“KANTO GIRLS ARE FUCKING ALOLAN WHORES!” Mia replied, filled with disgrace as she admitted the shame she and her friend were bringing to their home.

“Why are we fucking you!? What day is it!?” Surge demanded.

“BECAUSE!” Mia screamed at the top of her lungs. “IT’S KANTO INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!” The Alolan slut came hard during her announcement. She was betrayed as her body chose the worst possible moment, the middle of her embarrassing declaration, to fall victim to another anal climax. The beach was painted again with Mia’s femcum, **** out of her by the Kanto patriot’s sexual dominance. Fireworks exploded both in the sky, and in the backs of Mia’s eyelids, as Kanto took credit for squeezing yet another orgasm out of the humiliated Alolan bitch.

After the islanders had climaxed numerous times, the fireworks show was reaching its climax as well. Surge and Grey had kicked their hips into overdrive, leaving no doubt that the Alolan girls’ wills had crumbled beneath shame and lust.

“Listen up you useless island cunts,” Surge began. “On three, I want you to yell, ‘Kanto rules!’ ” The Alolans were too busy wailing like whores to respond, but they barely understood their orders.

“1…

2…

3!”

A spectacular explosion of lights filled the sky, perfectly illuminating Vermilion Beach, as well as the sexual conquest taking place on it. “KANTO RULES!” the exotic girls howled as they surrendered their most intense orgasms of the night. Convulsing violently, they both let out shrill cries as they completely succumbed to their Kanto superiors. A torrent of love juices coated the ground as the islanders’ pussies tried to put on a display of their own, bringing the Alolans’ humiliation to a peak. Surge and Grey exchanged smug grins as they continued pounding their partners.

“Please, I can’t cum anymore…” begged Kalena.

“No more, you win. Just don’t make my butt cum again…” Mia pleaded.

The Alolan whores had been fucked most of the way ****, collapsed face-down in the Vermilion Beach’s sand. Surge wiped her hands and gave Mia’s ass one last slap.

“Well, I think that takes care of that. Thanks for sticking up for Kanto, Grey. You’re a true patriot in my book.”

“Of course, Lieutenant. Seeing such rude and irritating women receive their comeuppance was well worth the effort. I expect they will return home to tell tales of the frighteningly powerful women in Kanto, capable of dominating Alolans in both volleyball and intercourse alike.”

“And their badass fireworks,” added Surge. The blonde casually began taking off the girls bikinis and slinging them over her shoulder, as if what she was doing was completely natural. Mia had just enough sense left in her to lift her head.

“Hey, our bikinis…” the foreign slut whined pitifully.

“Consider them trophies,” declared Surge, “from that time you challenged Kanto Independence Day and lost every scrap of dignity you had.”

Grey chimed in, “One has to wonder how much dignity a loudmouthed Alolan whore has in the first place.” Both Kanto girls snickered.

“And you can consider yourselves,” Surge continued, “dumbass tourists who are going to have a pretty interesting time getting home tonight.” Mia began to reply, lost her final grip on consciousness, and planted her face back into the sand. The two Kanto girls changed back into their flag-print bikini bottoms and walked away cheerfully, having experienced their best Kanto Independence Day yet.

“Lieutenant, do you believe they will be able to make it back to where they are staying unscathed?” Grey asked.

“Not a chance,” the blonde answered. “Two hot, naked foreigners roaming the streets at night? They’re done for. They’ll probably wake up in an alleyway after an entire night of getting railed by strangers.”

“How tragic,” the maid quipped. “They may even miss their flight and end up stranded here for quite some time.”

“Yeah, well, it’ll give them plenty of time to enjoy the great region of Kanto. And next time they’ll think twice about disrespecting us and our regional holiday, even if we had to fuck that lesson into them the hard way.”

“I am not terribly remorseful, Lieutenant.”

“Me either, Grey. Me either.”