CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 17: ...The Storm

Last time: Hanzo caught a new member for his team but unfortunately he has no time to sit down and get to know it – he has a gym battle to fight and his father and brother have been getting in his head about it...

Content/warning: dirty talk; slut shaming; weird toys

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Hanzo and Lúcio once again have split up after their adventure in the forest. Lúcio wants to spend time with his newly evolved Pokémon which Hanzo does not begrudge him.

He has something on his mind anyway.

Behind the Olivine City Pokémon Center is a small, fenced-in area just for trainers and their Pokémon to relax. Nobody is out here right now except for Kikuri and King which stand next to each other, looking off in different directions.

Hanzo has his gaze focused on Kikuri, his mouth pulled down in a frown.

“Your behavior was absolutely unacceptable. You have to listen to me when I tell you to back off! It could have been dangerous.”

He honestly feels like a scolding mother… especially when Kikuri just turns away a little, flicking her tail dismissively in his direction. What a contrary, little…

“Listen here-” he starts with some sharpness in his voice that gets him her attention, at least. He is interrupted by the sound of his ringtone, though. Annoyed, he pulls it out of his pocket, expecting it to be yet again Cassidy whining at him about his full, aching balls.

It is not, though. It is his father.

His heart jumps up into his throat, so he pauses for a moment with his thumb hovering over the accept call button. He breathes until he is calm again, then presses it. After a second, the video call is established and he sees his father’s granite-like features looking back at him.

“Good evening, father,” he greets politely.

Sojiro nods at him. “Good evening, Hanzo. It has been quite a while sinceI have seen you, and even longer since I heard word of you.”

That is not necessarily untrue, though Hanzo knows that Sojiro has kept close tabs on him probably from day one. He has, after all, listened in to that phone call between his father and Mr Rutledge back when he stayed at Lavaridge Town. Fighting down a flush as he thinks about the things he has found out about his father’s private life back then, he stares at his stoic face, trying to summon his own equilibrium back. Looking at the tight no-nonsense face it is especially hard to believe that Sojiro had any kind of sex life, let alone… that… ah well.

“My apologies, father. I have been rather busy, after all.”

Sojiro nods sagely.

“Genji told me that you were at Olivine City at the moment. About to fight the gym?”

Goddamn Genji and his goddamn big mouth…

“Yes, father, that is correct. I will be fighting Miss Song tomorrow.”

“How many badges would that be…?”

“My third one, father.”

Sojiro hums, hand lifting and slowly tugging on his goatee. Hanzo is distracted momentarily from his scrutinizing facial expression by a small movement in the back. The door to his father’s bathroom is ajar and he thought he saw a shadow moving within.

Goosebumps spring out over his arms but his father speaks again.

“You would be on par with Genji, then. Tell me about your team.”

Hanzo hesitates for but a second, unsure how to answer the question when his father suddenly continues: “Genji told me about a… Magikarp? I thought I had misheard.”

Goddamn Genji.

“No you haven’t misheard, father. I do have a Magikarp as part of my team.”

Sojiro’s face twists. Hanzo can’t tell if it is disappointment or disgust.

“I suppose the rest of your team must be very strong, then. Genji has a roster of six with two evolutions. How many Pokémon of your team have evolved? Actually, show them to me. I would hate for you to go around and embarrass the Shimada gym, Hanzo.”

Sojiro’s face has gotten that tight expression again; the one that Hanzo associates with him worrying about Hanzo fucking up.

His hackles rise immediately, a protest on his lips – but it is then that someone comes out of his father’s bathroom. Hanzo’s mouth snaps shut with a click as his eyes practically bulge out of his head, staring at Mako Rutledge’s massive form moving slowly out into the room.

Sojiro, upon seeing his expression, twists around to look behind him, becoming… very quiet all of a sudden as he watches Rutledge standing there, scratching his huge gut before looking over toward him the screen he is sitting in front of.

Hanzo can see the immediate recognition in the small, intelligent eyes and feels just as cornered as his father as Rutledge starts to move closer, leaning down and peering into the camera.

“Fancy meetin’ you here,” he wheezes. God, that deep voice… it immediately takes Hanzo back, feeling the phantom scratch of a little maid skirt against his knees. His nipples tingle in lieu of getting hard, heat washing through his body.

“Mr. Rutledge. Good evening,” he hears himself croak.

Sojiro’s head snaps back around. He looks for a second as if he wants to ask where they know each other before he clears his throat and brushes down the front of his robe.

“Ah, yes, of course. You and Mr. Rutledge are acquainted.”

Hanzo stares through the screen. He wonders if he can just hang up and make it seem like the connection accidentally cut off. Staring into Rutledge’s little, shining eyes while he leans over his father’s shoulder is… too real.

He feels all kinds of weird thinking about the fact that he and his father have fucked the same man.

“Uh…”

“In any case,” Sojiro suddenly blurts out. Is he embarrassed? It’s difficult to tell. Hanzo just stares at him, willing to ignore the looming behemoth watching their exchange and probably loving every awkward second of it. If he’s learned anything about Rutledge it is that he has a wicked sense of humor. “I expect results from you, Hanzo. Genji has taken to it like a duck to water, but something seems to be… stifling you. Ponyta should have evolved by now. Has it?”

Hanzo narrows his eyes slightly. “No, father. Not yet.”

The corners of Sojiro’s mouth turn down. “Have any of your Pokémon evolved yet? Show me your team, Hanzo.”

Hanzo’s gaze briefly flicks up toward King and Kikuri. King has started grazing, though his ears are rotated in Hanzo’s direction, obviously keeping tabs on his conversation. He wouldn’t put it past him of being equally as amused by the whole debacle as Rutledge.

Kikuri has moved on to one of the Pokémon swings that the Pokémon Center provides in their backyard and is trying to see whether she can set it on fire.

Goddamn…

“Sojiro,” Rutledge wheezes. “I got stuff to do. If you’re busy, I’ll go.”

That gets his father’s attention. His head snaps to the side, mouth opening and closing a few times before he clears his throat.

“No! No, that won’t be necessary. Our conversation is at an end anyway.” His attention goes back to Hanzo, face settling back into strict disappointment. “Report back to me after your fight tomorrow. I expect a victory, Hanzo.”

“Of course, father,” Hanzo hears himself reply like the good son he is… but he can’t help a vicious streak of amusement as he continues: “Have fun tonight.”

Sojiro’s expression as Hanzo cuts the call is… satisfying. Especially since he thinks he’s seen Rutledge’s meaty hand coming up behind him, presumably to grab him by the back of his neck.

Have fun, he thinks with a wry grin. He hopes Rutledge’ll put him through his paces.

Annoyed with Kikuri’s behavior, he unceremoniously puts her back into his ball. Her screech of complaint is cut-off and still awkwardly hangs in the air as he starts to pace back and forth.

When he looks up, King has stopped tugging on the blades of grass and is looking at him with his large, dark eyes. Hanzo comes to a halt and clears his throat.

“Well… about that bet,” he says awkwardly. “You heard Genji. And my father. They’re… expecting things. I am already behind my younger brother because non of my team have evolved and the gym leaders are apparently incorrigible gossips and I’m sure Miss Song’s disappointment over me chickening out would reach my father’s ears sooner or later, and I-”

He pauses when King’s soft nostrils touch his knuckles. He had been clasping his hands in front of his stomach and stared down at them as he talked. He now looks up, watching as his Pokémon flicks one of his ears playfully.

“I am… sure we will win,” he says quietly, feeling calmed down by King’s presence. “I won’t give you up. Not without a fight.”

King’s ears swivel both forward. He nickers softly and Hanzo explosively lets out the breath he had been holding.

“You think so too, then. That we will win.”

King throws his head back and stomps his front feet a few times.

It is somewhat comforting to realize that they have grown together enough that Hanzo feels on an emotional level what his Pokémon is trying to tell him.

King is being cocky and self-assured, but… honestly, so is Hanzo himself. They have the advantage knowing what type of Pokémon Miss Song will utilize and he has both King and Kikuri to combat them.

And… my secret weapon, he thinks as he presses his forehead against King’s, breathing out the anxiety and in the comforting scent of his Pokémon. He feels a lot stronger after talking it through with King.

“Alright. You rest for tomorrow’s fight now.”

He calls King back, pulling one of the other Pokéballs off of his belt and staring at it in his hand.

Curling his fingers tightly around its shape, Hanzo turns and heads back through the Pokémon Center – and towards the pier.

.o.

Hanzo crouches on the pier, arms curled around his knees as he looks down into the water where Magikarp is paddling, staring back up at him and opening and closing his mouth in a silly looking way.

He cocks his head to the side, staring into one of Magikarp’s large, guileless eyes and tries to put himself back two months or so when he would have laughed in the face of anybody that would have suggested to him that he would end up with as useless a Pokémon as this in his team.

He finds that he has trouble putting himself back into that mindset. In a way he can understand both Genji and his father. Sojiro had spent years and a lot of money on procuring Magikarp after Magikarp to get one perfectly bred that he would be able to train into an elusive Gyarados. He knows his father is a skilled trainer and not being able to acquire one has not only left Sojiro immensely frustrated but his sons with the impression that Magikarp simply were not worth the time of day.

Now, though… Hanzo is quite certain that none of his father’s Magikarp would have been able to accomplish what this one has already done. Not only has it lived through the abuse and humiliation by the hand of his former trainer, it has also won him a badge with what he can only call cunning.

“You are much more intelligent than they give you credit,” he says with his voice lowered. There is no chance anybody will overhear him with the waves crashing against the beach and the cries of birds above, but… well. He is a private person.

Hanzo unfolds himself a little so he can kneel down on the pier and extends his hand down until he can put it on the Pokémon’s head between its eyes. The scales feel nice and warm and surprisingly less slick than his Goomy’s body does.

He rubs up and down as he does for Ponyta, watching as Magikarp lifts its whiskers out of the water, the ends sparking with a bit of electricity again. It makes Hanzo’s heart pound faster in excitement.

“There. You can do that on purpose, can you not?” he asks slightly breathless. Pulling his hand back again, he lies down on his belly, pressing his chest against the warm wood of the pier so he can reach out and clasp the sides of Magikarp’s head. “You are something special. No matter what they say,” he tells him with seriousness. “And I feel like once again… you will be my trump card. We will make them all regret to ever have belittled and underestimated you.”

He holds Magikarp between his hands for a moment longer before slowly letting go of him, watching as the electricity sparks a bit stronger for just a moment before fizzling out completely.

He nods, if only to himself, and moves his hand in a circling motion.

“Go and stretch your fins for a bit. Get some energy out. Tomorrow morning we’ll be getting that third badge.”

.oOo.

Hanzo is surprised to find that Miss Song personally opens the door of the gym for him. She looks as if she was still in her pyjamas… at least it looks very comfortable and she blinks into the morning light like she hasn’t been awake for very long.

It takes her a second or two to even recognize him.

“Oh drat… is it this late already?” She yawns big enough that Hanzo can hear her jaw hinges cracking. “Oh well. I’ve been up all night designing my new toy… completely forgot the time. Come in.”

“Should I… come back later?” Hanzo asks haltingly, unsure what she means by new toy. Genji said that she had a side business. Was she a toy maker?

“Naw, come in… that is-” she suddenly jerks forward, slamming her hand against the other side of the doorframe and preventing him from entering that way. She looks up at him, her eyes narrowing again, though this time in scrutiny as she stares at his face, briefly looks him up and down, then back into his face. “What about that bet from yesterday? Are you game?”

He stiffens his back a little and takes a deep breath to settle his nerves before nodding and replying: “Yes. I will take you up on that bet.”

Her smile is infectious. He feels the corners of his mouth wanting to turn up as she beams at him, and he has to remind himself that this is no laughing matter, forcing his frown to become more severe for a moment.

“Noice! That’s what I wanted to hear! Come in, then; I’m always up to test some shit out.”

She has stopped barring the entryway so he is stepping in and shoots her a side glance.

“‘Test’?” he asks slowly. It suddenly feels like he hasn’t read the fine print on a contract or something… Lúcio had told him to just keep breathing and relax since Miss Song seems like a person that appreciates opponents that are easy-going but he can feel his muscles tensing up second by second as he follows her through a hallway and shakes his head as she points toward a locker room asking him whether he wants to use it before their fight.

“Yup, test. My new toy. I juuuust finished it in time. You see, I was thinking… it’s hardly a fair bet if you are at an advantage, right? Genji told you about my preferred typing, after all.”

“How did you…”

“I was eavesdropping on you for a bit,” she admits without any shame, shrugging her shoulders.

“I could have also just looked it up online,” he says defensively but she throws him a glance over her shoulder, blinking her large brown eyes at him.

“Yeah? Who’s to say he didn’t tell you my current fav line-up? Or my strategies? Or something like that? Huuuh?”

She has her arm curled around his back and is pushing him onwards now. It feels surprisingly like getting strong-armed, even from as short a person as her. Hanzo just walks along, feeling his nerves starting to flare again.

“What… kind of test are we talking about?” he asks carefully.

“Well, I thought it would be fair if I tried to scramble your head a bit before we start the main attraction.”

Fair? How does that sound fair? he thinks with mounting desperation as he gets pushed along by Miss Song. Through a gap in a double door ahead of them he can see the interiors of the gym, but before they can get close enough, he suddenly is pulled into a side room off the straight hallway.

“So I thought why not have you help me with that very new, top-secret toy I am making?”

He remains quiet. He gets the distinct feeling that replying to her is not exactly necessary. She is similar to Genji in that way: able to entertain herself without needing the input of her unfortunate victim.

Looking about, he can tell that they are in a much more private part of the arena now. Her living quarters? Everything is kept pretty dark, probably to accommodate her being a night owl.

She leads him into a room with a large computer set-up and a bit of machinery. His eyes need to adjust to the lighting for a moment but within seconds it becomes clear that she’s not an ordinary toy maker.

Miss Song’s hobby is much more devious than that.

Hanzo’s insides clench in sudden, mindless anticipation as he sees fake cocks mounted to her wall, all shapes, sizes and colors, a few half-finished products lying on her desk, looking like she is chiseling them out of marble or forming them with clay. He does not know. All he knows is that he must look about as taken aback as he feels because she’s laughing at his face and poking him in the belly.

“Didn’t expect that, did you? Huh? Well the cat’s outta the bag. Thought that Genji would’ve told you about this as well but your face oh my god, that’s the absolute best!

So. So. Listen to this. Since I already saw what kind of a nasty cockslut you are, I know for an absolute fact that you will love helping me test-drive my newest creation. But don’t think it’ll be easy, okay?

I’ll put you through your paces, buddy. And you gotta be honest, right? Tell me straight up what you think! It’s for my customers, after all.”

Hanzo looks around still, trying to wrap his head around it and figure out why being called a nasty cockslut by what is essentially a total stranger is getting him so hot and bothered. He clenches his thighs together a bit tighter.

“So you… just want to try this out and then we can start the fight?”

“YYYup.” Miss Song sits down at her desk and pulls something from the pocket of her pyjamas that turns out to be a key with which she unlocks a drawer, pulling it open and carefully taking out what looks to be a torture weapon. “I just want to make it a bit more of an even playing field alright? I really, really want that Shiny you got. Like I really want it. And I get the things that I want.”

The fake cock looks more like a pincushion than anything else, stubby little spikes protruding from all over its surface.

Hanzo’s insides immediately want to shrivel up and he takes an involuntary, small step back.

Hana, with her back to him, does not see his reaction. Her voice is that of a loving mother as she turns around and lifts it up for him to ‘admire’: “This is my newest baby. Look at how perfect it is! The design came to me after I played a video game and it just wouldn’t leave me along. The spikes are the perfect mix of sturdy and flexible, and-”

“Flexible?” Hanzo asks faintly, eyes stuck on the scary looking cock in her hands. She’s dainty which makes the toy look absolutely massive. It kind of makes him think of Cole-

“Yeah, of course flexible. We’re here to have fun, dummy; I’m not about to shred up your insides.”

To demonstrate, she curls her hand around the cock, unable to close her fingers in a ring around it, and drags it up and down in a lewd gesture that has Hanzo go short of breath.

The spikes easily bend. They must be out of rubber or silicone. He immediately feels like a complete idiot for ever thinking they could be made of anything else. From the weird look Miss Song shoots him, she has trouble believing he would even entertain such an idea, as well.

“Man, you Shimadas really aren’t the brightest, huh? Doesn’t matter… I kind of like himbos. They’re super hot.”

Hanzo flushes with indignation… and arousal. God, he’s learning all new things about himself all in the span of half an hour, it seems. He looks down at his feet, a protest stuck in his throat.

“Don’t uh… don’t tell my father.”

Looking down as he is, he misses the devious glint in Hana’s eyes.

“‘Cooourse not. It’s just between the two of us, right? Well. Enough foreplay – take off your pants and let me see what you got to offer.”

.oOo.

“Damn, look at your pussy, it’s so cute-”

Miss Song is spreading Hanzo’s cheeks and probably gets a real good look at his hole from how she is squealing. It’s still tender from his experience at the Olivine Café and from how she coos about how pink it is… yeah… he can kind of imagine how it looks even though it is very embarrassing.

He hides his face in his stacked arms. It is humiliating enough that he’s getting his cheeks spread by a stranger. She really doesn’t need to coo about him as well.

She pets his hole with a finger like it’s a small animal, wiggling just the tip of it inside him to test the waters. “Oh wow you’re still a bit loose. That’s fun! Aw look at you clenching down. Are you nervous? Hm? Is it your first exotic toy?”

Miss Song doesn’t let him answer. She just babbles as she works, her finger vanishing for but a second before coming back, cool and slicked and making Hanzo flinch as she wriggles it into him.

“So hot inside… you’re so so cute, do you know that? Your brother’s been all alpha-male on me… or he tried to, anyway. At the end I had him eating outta the palm of my hand. Was kinda cute- but you’re really cute.”

Hanzo doesn’t know how he wants to feel about having to think about his little brother while he is getting fingered expertly, his prostate rounded slow and patient, getting him to slowly harden. A stupid part of him is also inevitably happy that he is being praised over Genji for once. That he is better than him.

I’m the better whore, he thinks a bit delirious, fingers clutching the edge of the desk he’s leaning over in a white knuckled grip.

Hana fucks him nice and slow on her single little finger. It’s nowhere near enough to satisfy him; not after the massive beer can dicks he’s had in the past… but it is more than enough to stoke the flames and make him start to bounce on it, trying to get off despite knowing it won’t be enough.

It makes her giggle, petting the small of his back. “You’re just as cute as your Pokémon, huh? Why don’t you stay here? I don’t really have apprentices but I think you could fit super well… try out my sex toys at night and weed out the scrubs trying to challenge me at day. Doesn’t that sound fun? Hm? How about it?”

Before he can answer, she does something weird; she isn’t pulling her finger out as much as hooking it into his still tingling rim and pulling his hole open while pushing the first barb of the fake cock into him.

His breath stutters out, heart jerking in his chest. It is the weirdest feeling to have this odd shape being pressed against him. It’s a bit uncomfortable as while they are soft, the spikes are still firm enough to press into his skin and give the illusion of hurting.

“How is it? Do you like it?”

“No,” he gasps out, head falling forward and forehead hitting the table with a dull thud. Instead of pulling back, she presses a bit harder, forcing his body to start opening for the foreign object.

“Hmmm maybe I need to let go of the spikes at the tip… or change something in their firmness?” She sounds so matter of fact as she mumbles to herself. He is sure if she weren’t still holding him open with one finger pulling at his rim, she would use her free hand to jot down notes.

The thought is humbling… and surprisingly hot. He’s never thought much about not being the absolute center of attention when he is getting fucked. He’s kind of had a taste during his stay with Mister Rutledge, but this is on a whole different level.

She makes him feel like a labrat.

She doesn’t hold back either; just pushes harder and harder, forcing his body to accept her odd creation while he goes up on the tips of his feet and starts to arch his back because he just… he just needs to do something to get out the nervous energy from getting quite literally stuffed.

“Aw you’re real cute, you know that? Dancing around for me like that. Have you never played with an exotic toy before? That’s so adorable! I bet you could become suuuuch a whore for them, oh my god.

You love getting dicked, right? You sucked it like a champ the other night. I wish I could’ve stayed longer… but I guess you wouldn’t have enjoyed Genji seeing you like that, huh? But it’s so fun to know that it runs in the family. Being himbo whores, I mean.

I heard some things about your dad…”

Hanzo immediately folds his arms over his head, trying to make her voice disappear. Her words evoke all kinds of weird feelings inside him.

She giggles, patting his hip as she does so.

“Ooohh don’t be like that! You’re so sensitive, wow…”

It only occurs to him then that she has at some point pulled her finger out of him and stuffed him on most of the dildo. The feeling is so alien his first instinct is to beg her to pull it back out… but the more seconds go by and the more his muscles have time to nervously clench down on the thick intrusion, the more receptors in his brain ping alive and tell him that this is, in fact, a very good feeling that he’s getting.

He can feel every weird bump of the dildo as she pushes it inside and pulls it out again. The flexible spikes drag against every inch of his channel, pushing into spaces that he hadn’t even known existed.

He pants against the table, sweat starting up along the dip of his spine while Hana fucks him nice and slow, giving him a few precious moments to try and adjust to the feeling before she starts to talk again, her voice having taken on a tone that is skirting just past disinterested: “Oooh your rim is getting super puffy, you know? Is it sensitive? Can you feel everything nice?”

He whines and nods his head but she’s already continuing to talk: “You know, I bet your boyfriend would love eating you out after I’ve had my way with you. You have a boyfriend, don’t you? Is it that cute guy from the Café? He was taking cock like a champ, too! You think he’d like to try out my toys as well? I don’t mind having two cockwhore assistants, you know?

But you could also go to him after this. Let him test drive your pussy. Just leave Ponyta here; I’ll take good care of it. We can have fun together and test out the waters, you know?”

Hanzo almost keeps nodding along, just saying yes to everything and anything she is suggesting because while he certainly has gotten a taste of being pampered and getting his way throughout living with Cole, she exudes the Princess image with such an ease it comes quite natural to just want to go along with it-

His brain kicks in – somewhat – at the last moment and he shakes his head, a reedy whine being fucked out of his throat. He knows he sounds pathetic but he just can’t help it. His belly is getting hotter and hotter the longer she is carefully fucking the weird dildo into him.

“Aw. It was worth a try,” she says with obvious amusement. “Hey, don’t you want to turn around? I’d love to play with your cute little nipples while fucking you. Oooh… I could put on a strap and have my hands free- Yeah that’s an awesome idea. I go get my strap-on and you get on your back and spread your legs, okay? You’re a natural at that, aren’t you?”

Hanzo doesn’t know what’s happening. Her words have almost lost meaning to him; especially since she has left the toy stuck deep inside him as she moves to the other side of the room to get her harness. He struggles to do as she told him, his nerve endings sending waves of sensation through his body with every little, awkward movement.

He feels like his brain is going to overheat by the time he managed to put his ass on the table, sweat having gathered between his pectorals and in the little dips of his collar bones.

She’s back. At one point she has pulled her pyjama shirt up, holding it between her teeth so it is out of the way. He stares at her tits; they’re small and pink tipped with just enough fat to have a hypnotic jiggle as she moves around. He’s… well… never seen them in person. It makes him feel all kinds of things, staring at Miss Song’s tits and oblivious to the fact that she has strapped the toy to a harness around her hips.

She leans over him, bracing herself next to his shoulders and bringing her breasts all the closer to his face-

Hanzo finds himself embarrassed looking at them but can’t turn his eyes away. He is fascinated by how soft they look… right until the point where she has managed to find his hole and is starting to push the toy back into him with a vengeance.

His eyes jerk up to her face, pink with triumph and through the shirt clenched between her teeth she mumbles: “Look mum, no hands.” The expression on her face is so devious – but Hanzo can barely focus on that or her words as his breath is leaving his body alongside his soul just from getting speared on that odd toy and having all the silicone barbs rubbing along his walls and against his puffy, tingling hole.

It feels a lot different now that she isn’t using her hand to fuck it into him. She has a lot more strength with her hips, able to push it inside and pull it out with not that much pause in-between. All Hanzo can do is try to keep breathing and… and curl his legs around Miss Song’s hips, holding on for dear life as she makes love to him.

He can hear his own wheezing breath as he struggles for air that seems to get pushed out of him by that infernal toy and her punishingly fast thrusts. She does not have any pity for him. Her face is alight with mischievous delight, her cheeks pink with arousal as the base of the cock presses against her mound and rubs tantalizingly against her clit every now and then.

She stops biting down on her shirt, taking her bouncing little tits out of view by doing so and instead leans down to suddenly latch on to one of his pudgy nipples.

Stars explode in front of Hanzo’s eyes. He’s never gotten them played with while being fucked at the same time. He’s lightly stroked and squeezed them during his late night self-loving sessions, but never treated himself as viciously and as self-assured as Miss Song is doing right now; sucking him into her mouth and letting him feel the edges of her teeth while her tongue rubs over his silky soft skin.

Her hips do not stop their fucking, pushing into him over and over again, every brush of every soft barb popping past his rim lighting up his brain at a different location until he feels like a life wire that is just waiting to blow out-

Miss Song pulls back with a lewd pop, leaving his right nipple obscenely swollen and a dark brick red. There is the faint imprint of teeth above and underneath it.

“Oh my God, I’ve never played with soft little titties like yours before! They’re so damn cute, oh Goood… look how pudgy they are-” she leans down and presses another kiss against his swollen teat.

He does not know how to answer… if there even is something he should say to it instead of lying there, gasping like a Magikarp and glad for the few seconds of reprieve she is giving him while she coos about how cute his tits are…

His feet are bouncing in the air as he gets fucked by a girl about half his weight. She puts some oomph behind her thrusts that are… truly humbling.

Hanzo’s head falls back over the edge of the desk, blearily staring at the other wall while his insides are fucked until they feel tender and swollen. He is aware of his rim in a way he’s never been before–

The barbs keep pressing borderline painfully into his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through his body that make his toes cramp every now and then as they wave through the air. He’s getting fucked like a whore… and loves every second of it, cock swollen and dribbling with excitement.

Her hips snap, fucking him like she’s angry despite the wide grin on her face.

Hanzo holds on to edge of the table he’s on with a white knuckled, desperate grip. She fucks him like none of the men would have dared to fuck him. Certainly Cole would not dare to dick him down like a toy and slap him and tell him to buck up and do something-

She fucks the most embarrassing sounds out of him, high-pitched and warbling, his throat swollen because he tries to hold them back still for whatever reason. Is there someone in the building? Can they hear him get fucked on Miss Song’s barbed cock?

It keeps rasping against his rim as the fat barbs pop in and out of him in quick, irregular succession. He can’t wrap his head around it.

He had not understood why she would want to do this to even the playing field, but he can feel his brain going all mushy and vague, overheated from her mean little mouth on his chest. She has no qualms about using her teeth or the sharp ends of her nails to make him gurgle out some embarrassing sounds that make her giggle and tell him how cute he is.

The thought that after this he’ll have to do a gym leader fight is… almost too much. No, not almost. He can’t fathom trying to think, let alone walk after his hips feel so overly full; the fat silicone cock is making him feel pregnant, bearing down on it every now and then as his body’s reactions become wilder and wilder the longer she fucks the brain out of him.

“It’s so fun with you! You just lie back and spread your legs, that’s super lazy really but you pull it off so well? Damn I kinda want to learn from you, little piggy. Come on; squeal a little more for me, you sound so cute!”

She slows down a little, breathing more harshly but not completely out of breath. She pats his cheek until he blinks his eyes open blearily, his tongue wanting to loll out of his goddamn head as he struggles to lift it and look at her.

“You’re Sojiro’s son, right? Hanamura City gym leader Sojiro?” Her questions catch him off guard. He inhales sharply, his body doing a weird thing as it wants to simultaneously shut down at the mention of his father but also is so close to an orgasm that he can taste it on the tip of his tongue.

“Ohhh so he is. Wow, both sons out on a quest, huh? Genji was pretty good. Himbo like you, but a different kind. Pretty skilled trainer. I’m super mad that I lost against him.”

Hanzo’s brain lags behind. he is grabbing the edge of the desk so hard that his knuckles start hurting with the strain. He has lifted his head and is staring at her, mouth hanging open. He’s hung up on the fact that she fucked Genji too. Maybe just the night before… though probably not like this. Not with his brother on his back and his legs spread-

He balks at thinking about Genji when he is getting fucked within an inch of his life by this girl, but his body makes him come either way. It was inevitable. He hates it.

She pinches his nipple so suddenly that his brain has a false start in registering what it is he is feeling. Everything goes completely still for a heartbeat or two; no sound, no sensation, nothing as his brain and body try to grapple with the feeling of her pinching him so mean while giving him Hell on that toy – and her bringing his father and brother up at such a bad time-

then his body goes rigid and everything comes crushing back down on him, back arching upward as he comes sudden and violent on her cock; just like this, littered with the red lines from her mean scratches and chest adorned with her bites-

He can feel his cum hitting his stomach as his cock jerks through the orgasm all the while his mind rebels against it. He feels nauseous.

He’s never had his orgasm so thoroughly ruined before… he can’t say whether he likes it or not- but his body goes through it harder than it has in a while-

The edges of his vision go dark and for a moment he must have been close to fainting, not seeing the devious expression on Miss Song’s face as she calculates all the information she has gotten.

By the time he comes back, he’s just lying on the table, Miss Song has stepped back and is puttering around on the other side of the room.

He feels braindead, slowly crawling his way up to motor functions as he struggles to sit up.

“Oh, you’re back in the world of the living! Awesome- how about we have our fight now?”

Hanzo whines. This doesn’t seem fair… but he has agreed to the terms. He still takes a moment to gather himself, his body singing with the orgasm he just had. He’s hyper aware of his swollen, sensitive hole…

But he also remembers Genji and his father and their doubts about him. It rekindles the annoyed anger in his chest and is enough to urge him to sit up, all but forcing himself to push through the lethargy that really wants to settle in.

He’s got this. He has to.

He will show them what he and his Pokémon are capable of.

Next time: When Hana wants something, she tries to get it any way possible. Hanzo needs to be on his toes… will he be able to win a fight stacked against him or does he have to resort to desperate measures again?