No, she's down for the count

(This is a smut chapter.)

The full-power spike was more than Surge was ready for, slamming directly into her face before she could react. The pint-sized volleyball player hit the ground, stars spinning around her head. “God bless the red, white, and blue…” she mumbled before her head hit the sand.

Nighttime was setting on Vermilion Beach, and every inch of sand was occupied by crowds of people awaiting the fireworks. Little did they know, there were four sexy ladies just behind a formation of rocks on the edge of the beach, getting ready to put on a slightly different performance.

The Kanto girls were on all fours, facing out at the ocean so they could enjoy the fireworks display for the losing region they represented. The two darker women wore their Alolan bikini tops, but had ditched the bottoms in favor of their black strap-ons, as promised. Kneeling behind their prizes, both girls waited impatiently for their signal to start. “I hope you whores are ready for a good old Alolan pounding!” Mia said.

“If it is an Alolan pounding then we have nothing to worry about. I suspect I shall hardly feel a thing,” Grey replied. She and Surge exchanged smiles over the minor victory, but it was short-lived as both girls received swift smacks to their asses, reasserting the roles of winners and losers.

“Run your mouth while you can, slut. Judging by that match, I’ll have you out of breath in no time,” Kalena mocked. Self-conscious about her fitness, Grey could only hang her head in shame.

“Are you at least gonna take our bikinis off?” Surge asked in annoyance. “They’ll just get in the way.”

“Are you kidding?” answered Mia. “Nothing as flimsy as ‘Kanto pride’ is gonna stop me from fucking you. It’ll be fine. Enjoy clinging to that last bit of Kanto as we fuck some Alola into you.” Their bikini thongs were moved mere centimeters to the side, and their Kanto pride was no longer an issue.

Surge growled, but soon stopped as a hush fell over the whole beach. A stream of light soared into the sky, erupting into the first firework of the night. Right on cue, both Alolans shoved their cocks into the Kanto girls’ pussies. The girls squealed, too dazzled by the lights to prepare for the intrusion.

The islanders started things off by thrusting in deep, then grinding around for a few seconds, then repeating. Surge and Grey were wet in seconds, their bodies being easily mastered by the women behind them. Their eyes were out of focus, turning the sky into a blur of lights as they tried to resist the exquisite pleasure. They couldn’t believe they were feeling so good already.

“Hey Kalena, is it just me, or are they getting wet even faster than usual?” Mia asked.

“Who can tell with Kanto whores? It’s like grinding is their genetic weak point or something,” Kalena replied.

The winners kept up their routine, making the Kanto girls wet enough to drip onto the sand before the true fucking had even began. Fireworks continued to burst in the distance, commemorating the Kanto girls’ defeat on their own independence day. Through it all, the Alolans threw insult after insult at them, slowly breaking down their self-esteem.

“If you’re already this excited, those Kanto boys must not be fucking you right. We’ll take care of that. Just be sure to tell them we’re the ones who ruined you,” Mia laughed, grabbing a handful of Surge’s round ass.

“I think your pussy just converted to the Alolan team,” Kalena said. “Sorry Kanto, this bitch is ours now. You better go get an Alolan bikini so everyone knows who your cunt’s favorite region is.”

Surge was still managing to hold her voice in, but Grey was already outright moaning on the Alolan’s rubber cock. “You know, I think you’re right Mia. These girls seem even easier than the other Kanto bitches. Especially this one with the twintails. Hear that, you moaning slut? You’re the most pitiful Kanto slut I’ve fucked yet!”

“But I am not from Ka- *AHH-AHH-AHH!*” Grey lost her ability to speak coherently as the raven-haired beauty started pounding her earnestly, apparently having tired of foreplay. The **** was enough to knock Grey’s tits free from her bikini, exposing her plush skin and stiff nipples to the ocean air. Her mounds swayed dramatically with every thrust as she rewarded Kalena with moan after moan.

Despite what she told herself, the head maid still felt disgraced by the Alolan girls’ insults against Kanto. As long as she lived there and wore its flag on her body, Grey could feel the responsibility to represent it, as well as the humiliation of losing to Alola. Knowing that she was losing the hardest out of any girl in Kanto made her face crimson with embarrassment, and her tunnel slick with shameful love juices.

Mia was done grinding as well, beginning to plow Surge’s diminutive frame hard enough to make her whole body shake. Surge’s defenses crumbled, allowing her lusty moans to join the cacophony of fireworks filling the beach. The Gym Leader’s mind reeled with fury at the disrespectful Alolans, but her body seemed to be on a completely different wavelength. It was rapidly losing ground to Mia’s technique, getting wetter and hotter with every passing moment. Surge had little time to focus on this, however, as Grey’s moans were reaching a fevered pitch after only a minute of expert Alolan fucking.

“Stand your *AHH* ground, soldier!” the Kanto patriot commanded. “Don’t let these *FUCK* island sluts ma- *KYAAAA!!!*” Surge suddenly shrieked in a sweet-sounding voice, her eyes rolling back briefly.

Mia gloated, “Found her G-spot.” The exotic woman began hammering away at Surge’s weakness repeatedly, destroying any pretense of still being able to resist. The former military girl was quickly made into more of a mess than Grey, wailing her heart out beneath Alola’s sexual superiority. She tried to keep control of her body, but her pussy just wasn’t equipped for the battle. It was clear that Mia was even more skilled at fucking than she was at volleyball. The last thing Lt. Surge saw was a trinity of red, white, and blue fireworks before she went cross-eyed.

“*FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!*” the beachfaring blonde squealed. Her femcum squirted out around the rubber phallus ravaging her, yet Mia continued ruthlessly attacking her G-spot.

“Where’s that Kanto pride now, huh?” Mia taunted. “Are you squirting it all over my cock? Is that it? Are you cumming all of your pride away?” Every word just seemed to make Surge’s body shake harder as it submitted to the brutal, endless G-spot climax. It was the angriest orgasm of the girl’s life, but she could do nothing except sit through it along with the Alolan’s insults. She was failing to defend her homeland’s honor in the most humiliating way.

The conquering of her fearless leader extinguished the last of Grey’s morale. Having Kanto’s inferiority laid plainly in front of her, the maid’s pliable pussy fell into an orgasm of its own.

“*AHHHHHH-HAAAAAAHHHH!!!*” she cried, her announcement aligning with a bright, golden starburst in the sky. Just like her friend, Kalena ignored her partner’s climax and continued fucking the Kanto girl’s pride away.

“All these fireworks, and for what? To celebrate cumming like common whores all the time? Since all you bitches love getting screwed by Alolans so much, maybe you should celebrate that instead of your precious Kanto,” Kalena chided.

“*BUT-I’M-NOT-FROM-AHH-AHH-AHH!!!!!*” Again, Grey’s objection was interrupted by the dark-haired woman mercilessly pounding her cunt. Having lost all control of her body, Grey joined her prized Lieutenant in squirting all over the ground, the involuntary show of pleasure adding an extra layer of humiliation. Her nerves were shot and her arms eventually gave out, causing her to faceplant into the sand. Kalena quickly reacted by grabbing Grey’s arms and pulling them back. The red-haired woman was leveraged out of the sand and **** to grace the beach with her involuntary cries once more.

The islanders proved that they knew how to push every one of the Kanto girls’ buttons, prolonging their climaxes for what felt like eternity. Beneath the shining sky of their region’s independence display, Surge and Grey were reduced to nothing more than symbols of inadequacy and defeat. Both girls were moaning and wailing for all they were worth, having completely given in to the Alolans and their strap-ons. With one final, powerful thrust, the powerless patriots were **** to cum again before their first orgasms had even truly ended. The tanned women withdrew their phalluses, leaving their conquests with convulsing pussies and lustdrunk minds.

Both losers dropped their faces into the sand, partly out of exhaustion and partly out of shame. The winners had slightly different plans, though. Surge and Grey were flipped onto their backs to see the Alolans with their phones out, but they were too oblivious to understand what that meant. Mia began to speak.

“This Kanto bitch had a problem with me wearing my Alolan flag bikini. Problem solved. I had the bitch screaming and squirting all over Vermilion Beach. Gimme some peace signs, Blondie.” Surge thoughtlessly complied, flashing double peace signs at the phone without knowing why. “Lemme hear, ‘Alola rules, Kanto blows.’ ”

“Alola rules, Kanto blows,” the defeated patriot muttered, still failing to process her own actions. Mia was pleased and uploaded the clip to her social media. She had no idea that Surge was the Vermilion Gym Leader, and the clip of her wearing a Kanto-print bikini, post-sex, and praising Alola, would be going viral soon.

Next it was Kalena’s turn to record Grey, whose boobs were still exposed after being fucked out of her patriotic bikini top. “Just another Kanto slut I had my way with. This time it was on some Kanto freedom holiday. I don’t know what the whores over here think they’re free from, but it’s not getting plowed by Alolans. Let’s see those peace signs, Red.” Just like her boss, Grey held up peace signs without thinking once about why. “Say, ‘My Kanto cunt lost to Alola.’ ”

“My Kanto cunt… lost to Alola…” Grey droned, breathing heavily after being fucked breathless as Kalena predicted. Kalena uploaded her clip as well, adding it to her rapidly growing collection of sexual conquests in Kanto.

“So, wanna switch for Round 2?” Kalena asked her friend.

“More…?” Surge and Grey asked in bleary unison.

“You stupid Kanto bitches always ask that,” answered Mia. “It’s called stamina. Of course we’re not done with you yet. Just because Kanto pussies cum from a pin drop, doesn’t mean we’re satisfied that easily. Maybe if we pound you hard enough, some of our endurance will rub off on you.”

“But probably not,” Kalena added. The disoriented Kanto bitches looked at each other, worried.

“Lieutenant, I do not believe this night will end well.”

“Me either Grey, me either…”

The Alolan girls lined themselves up outside the still-quivering pussies of Lt. Surge and Grey, and as a barrage of bright lights exploded in the sky, the Kanto whores were moaning once more.