Chapter 1: Beginning the Challenge
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“Okay, and that should be all I need from you,” Miriam said. “Your baby looks like she’s coming along well, just make sure to eat healthy and don’t do too much strenuous physical exercise for the remaining ten weeks.”
“Mm.” Mela grunted wordlessly, before getting off of the bed and walking out of the Naranja Academy nurse’s office, pensively rubbing her distended belly.
It had been two weeks since the Iono Incident. In those two weeks, several dozen members of Team Star had come back to the school, and Miriam had been doing more work than she had done all year giving them all their weekly checkups.
The whole situation was, to Miriam, wildly arousing. Spending practically her entire workday surrounded by the evidence of the Levincia Gym Leader’s stunning virility, the knowledge that she had done all that in less than a quarter of an hour… it was more than some could bear.
It certainly didn’t help that Miriam spent most of her night-times rewatching the stream, pumping the Iono dildo she had immediately ordered into her eager snatch. Ever since that day, she’d felt her libido go into overdrive, as though just seeing Iono’s dick on-stream had made her body start preparing for impregnation…
Of course, she didn’t tell that to anyone. Despite the accommodations Naranja Academy made for the large percentage of the student body that ended up teen parents (whether as mothers or fathers), it didn’t exactly do to talk openly about the things futas got up to with their pants off. Especially not for teachers, and especially especially not for nurses who failed their certification exams.
So, she simply kept these thoughts and desires to herself, feeling and ignoring the slight pangs of jealousy and baby-fever as she watched her patients slowly swell day by day…
Mela had been her last appointment for the day. Surely nobody would notice if she were to clock out a bit early and…
Knock knock knock
Miriam jumped in her chair, yanking away the fingers that had been drifting closer to her waistband as she got up and tried to pretend she wasn’t about to just masturbate in the nurse’s office.
As she opened the door, Miriam’s first thought was: Tits.
Her second thought was Hey, that’s not a Naranja uniform.
Her third, fourth, and fifth thoughts were all sweet Arceus that’s a massive cock .
Standing in the doorway was a young girl with black-and-orange hair, wearing a dark blue uniform stretched precariously over a pair of Voltorb-sized breasts and a similarly proportioned bulge in her pants.
After a moment, Miriam remembered where she was, who she was, and that she should probably say something. “...can I help you?”
“My name’s Carmine. This is the nurse’s office, right?”
“Yes, it is. Are you… injured? Sick?” Willing to fuck me senseless?
“No, I’m tough as a Timburr. I just wanted to ask a few questions.” The girl smiled, and Miriam melted.
“Of course, come on in.” Miriam motioned for Carmine to sit on the examination bed, while she got on her office chair. “What did you want to ask?”
“Do you happen to know a student named… Mela, I think it was? Red hair? Big boots?”
“Oh, yes I do. She doesn’t wear the boots anymore… uniform standards and all that. Plus, they’re not exactly the best thing to be wearing with her current… condition. Why do you ask?”
“I was hoping you could point me to where she is? I have a few questions to ask her about Team Star.”
“Oh - well, I’m not sure that I’m supposed to be-”
Miriam was interrupted by the sound of loud clapping, rapidly approaching until its source arrived in the doorway.
Standing just outside the nurse’s office was another futa who bore a striking resemblance to Carmine - although not in proportions. Compared to Carmine’s bounteous bust, this new one was practically flat - though her breasts still jiggled a small amount, it wasn’t exactly as eye-catching as her other features.
The true source of the clapping noises were most likely this new futa’s gigantic cheeks. Her ass stuck out beyond either side of the doorway, somehow impossibly constrained by her white shorts. While made of enough fabric to probably cover all of Miriam or Carmine’s legs, on their current wearer, they were practically booty-shorts, ending a good way up the thigh with plenty of overflowing, wobbling, flesh.
“Carmine… you shouldn’t run off like that…” she panted, evidently tired from her short run.
“Sorry, Kiki! I was just asking around about Team Star.”
At the mention of Team Star, the new futa (Kiki?) perked up. “Y-you were?”
“Yeah. This nice, helpful nurse was just about to tell me where their nearest base was.” Carmine’s eyes flicked back to Miriam, who suddenly felt very nervous.
“Well, actually, I, ah - I didn’t say that. I don’t actually know where their bases are…”
“Are you sure you don’t know?” Carmine interrupted. “Anyone you could ask, perhaps?”
Doctor-patient confidentiality is a real thing, one part of Miriam’s brain said. Besides, you don’t know these girls.
Okay, 1. We’re not even a doctor, we’re a nurse. 2. That only applies to, like, medical stuff. 3. We know enough about them, namely that they are fucking stacked .
That second part of Miriam’s brain was, as always, a lot more convincing. She wondered if maybe the fact that she listened to it too often was why she had spent so many afternoons masturbating instead of studying and ended up flunking her certification exams.
Regardless of past or future lapses of judgement, Miriam was freed of the burden of choice by the arrival of yet another girl.
“Heeeey! You two aren’t supposed to run off like that! You might get lost!” This new voice was bright and chipper, and loud enough to carry over to where Miriam was sitting as though the speaker was right next to her.
“Oh - hey, Juliana,” Kiki said, turning towards the hall.
“I swear… I thought you two might’ve wandered off-campus or something! I must’ve gone up and down the steps three times!”
“...We’ve only been gone for, like, a minute. How do you go up to the second floor and back three times ?”
“The second floor? I was checking down in Mesagoza. Anyway, Kieran. Carmine. Please don’t run off without me. I’m supposed to be your Goodwill Ambassador, remember? I can’t do that without knowing what you two are up to?”
Miriam paled at the idea of what this Juliana was suggesting. Going up - or down - the atrocious academy staircase once in her day was torturous enough! And this girl was saying she’d just done it three times and wasn’t somehow coughing up her lungs?
Carmine, meanwhile, was thinking about something else. “So, as our Goodwill Ambassador, you’re supposed to show us around Paldea, right?”
“Yup! Right now, we’re supposed to be heading to the cafeteria, then checking out where you two’ll be staying for your trip, then-”
“Actually, I have someplace else I’d like to see,” Carmine interrupted. “Do you think you could take us to a Team Star base?”
“Huh? Why would you wanna go to one of those? Anyways, I think today the cafeteria has some good-”
“There’s this… video of a Team Star base Kieran’s a fan of. Like, she watches it practically every night.”
“ Do not. ”
“ Do too. Thin walls, remember? I can hear you jacking it, dummy . Anyway, we’re trying to find one of those bases so we can check it out. And since you’re our Goodwill Ambassador, you can help us find one, right?”
There was a moment of silence. Miriam was starting to feel left out of the conversation.
“Hmmm… well, I could … I got a bunch of their locations sent to me a while back. But are you sure you don’t wanna eat first? The cafeteria’s been doing this great dessert lately called a ‘malasada’...”
At this, Carmine’s stomach grumbled.
“Okay, fine, I guess we can wait a little while.”
“Great! Follow me!”
---
After the Iono Incident, the other four bases had been in a bit of a panic. It had taken practically all week for Giacomo to calm down her subordinates.
The whole thing threw a serious wrench into the way stuff was supposed to work. The rules of the Star Barrage existed for a reason! Giacomo should know - she wrote those rules! Iono’s actions were bad enough, but in Giacomo’s opinion, the real problem was how Mela and the grunts had reacted. Sure, she didn’t want to hold anything against her fellow captain, but Mela had given Iono’s actions a sense of legitimacy they otherwise wouldn’t have had. She could’ve argued plenty about things ‘not counting’ - there were plenty of ways to argue about Iono breaking the rules - but she hadn’t done that. Instead, Mela had helped set a dangerous precedent, which could very easily encourage other breed-happy futas (or, worst-case, Iono herself again) to try and repeat the incident.
Of course, Giacomo couldn’t say any of this to her subordinates. She had a duty not to worry them, and to let them keep living the same lifestyle. She’d learned from her time as Student Council President that people worry if their boss worries - so she had to make it seem like there was nothing to worry about.
Luckily, for two weeks, there was nothing to worry about. Nobody came by, and thanks to one Grunt whom Giacomo had given the duty of ‘keeping an eye on Iono’ (Morgan was probably just gonna watch all her streams regardless, but making things official was a great way to encourage solidarity and all that), Giacomo knew that the Gym Leader had been jokingly ignoring any chatters who brought up the event and had instead been taken in by a new first-person shooter game that had recently come out.
Which was why it presented a serious problem for Giacomo when one of Segin Squad’s Murkrow reported seeing three people (only one of them in a Naranja Academy uniform) on their way to the base.
Don’t panic. Don’t stress. Do not let anyone else see you stressing. She grabbed her microphone - the base’s entire sound system was hooked up to her DJ equipment - and turned on the PA system.
“Stella, come to my office immediately.” She hung up, and then mentally kicked herself for slipping back into Student Council mode. Team Star was supposed to be her moving past that - past the time when everyone hated her, when she was the tyrant of the student council. She had reinvented herself! She couldn’t keep calling her garage her ‘office’.
“You called, ma’am?” Stella was a relatively bottom-heavy girl. She had two long, braided pigtails, her favorite pokemon was Nickit, and she’d joined Team Star after a bully had provoked her into beating them up and she’d been suspended as a result - she hadn’t told Giacomo any of this, but a good boss should know her subordinates.
That’s what this is. I’m a boss, not a president. I’m hip. I am hip.
“Yeah. I’mma need you to take on gate duty for the rest of the day. Go take Maria off duty, okay? And don’t call me ‘ma’am’. Makes me sound old.”
“Alright, DJ . Could I ask why you’re having me out there? I’m scheduled for tomorrow.”
Giacomo leaned forward.
“One sec. I hear some eavesdroppers. ” Flipping a switch on her laptop, Giacomo yelled into the microphone.
“WHEN I’M TRYIN’ TO HAVE A PRIVATE CONVERSATION, PRIVATE MEANS NOBODY WAITING AT THE SHUTTERS LISTENING FOR GOSSIP!”
As a few grunts ran away, Giacomo turned back to Stella. “The Murkrows’re tellin’ me that we’ve got a few girls on the way. Maria’s a great girl, but not exactly the biggest stickler for the rules. After what happened over at Schedar Squad, I’ve got a feeling it might be a bit harder to get people to play by the rules of the Star Barrage. So I need whoever’s on guard duty to be a hard-liner. If they try anything screwy, don’t let them. And don’t let the rest of the base realize anything’s going on, capiche?”
“Sure thing, boss,” Stella said. “I’ll go tell Maria.”
---
Giacomo had been right. Stella had barely been on gate duty for five minutes before she could see the approaching challengers.
Two of them were wearing Blueberry Academy uniforms - Stella recognized the jumpsuits and white jackets from back when she actually went to school, whenever the exchange students were around. Leading the Blueberry kids was a short-yet-stacked girl in a Naranja outfit, the orange shorts stretched taut across her very visible bulge.
“And this should be where the base is,” the Naranja futa said. “Now, from what I’ve heard, this one is called Segin Squad, and they specialize in Dark-type Pokemon. So, that’d be things like Murkrow, Zorua, Bisharp, that sort of thing.”
“We know what Dark-Types are, Juliana,” the tall one sighed.
“I know, I just wasn’t sure what sort of dark types they had in Blueberry Academy, so I wanted to shout out some Paldean natives!”
“Either way, we’re not here for Pokemon battling. I can see the base - c’mon, race you two there!”
As the tall one broke out into a run, her assets jiggling with such force it looked as though they might tear off, Stella steeled herself. This was it. She was the only thing standing between three horny futas and the wombs of the entire Segin Squad.
That was intended to psyche her up, but she realized a moment afterwards that it had the opposite of the intended effect.
Fuck it. If you’re scared, do it scared.
Stella took a deep breath in as the futa crested the hill, then yelled. “Hold it! You’re approaching Segin Base, home of Team Star’s Segin Squad! State your business!”
“The name’s Carmine,” Carmine said as she walked up to Stella, her bulge already expanding in her pants as her eyes flicked up and down. “I’m from another region, but I heard about this fun little challenge you guys do at these bases…”
Stella glared, first at Carmine, then at the other two futas as they ran up behind her. “So, you’re here for a Star Barrage? Declare your challenger, and their three Pokemon.”
Carmine and Kieran looked at each other.
Gotcha, Stella thought. You dick-brained out-of-towners thought I was just gonna roll over and let you screw me senseless, huh? This ain’t Schedar Squad - and you two ain’t no Iono!
After a moment, Juliana spoke up. “Alright, then… Kieran and Carmine are both here to challenge the base.”
“I said challenger, singular . The rules of the Star Barrage state-”
“Each Star Barrage has one challenger, who submits three pokemon that must knock out thirty of Team Star’s own pokemon within a time limit of ten minutes, to be started after the Challenge Bell is rung. If this time limit is exceeded, the challenger must leave, and if enough pokemon are knocked out, the challenger is permitted an untimed, one-on-one battle against the base’s commander - during which the three-pokemon restriction is lifted. After the battle, if the challenger wins, the base must disband and the leader must leave Team Star,” Juliana said, perfectly matching Stella’s recital.
“What the- how did you-”
“Oh, I read the rulebook a while back. I have a friend who shared some deets with me - she told me where this place was, actually. Anyways, it never actually says that there can only be one challenge going on at once. Soooo…”
“Hey, Juliana!” Carmine said, interrupting her. “What’s this about Kieran challenging the base too?”
“Well, I’m both of your Goodwill Ambassadors, aren’t I? I needed to figure out a way for both of you to have fun!”
“Still, there’s only one boss, ain’t there?”
“Yeah! A challenger’s supposed to be able to fight the commander after knocking out enough pokemon,” Stella interjected. “ But, there’s only one commander - ergo, if both of these two beat enough ‘mons, then they won’t be able to both fight the commander, too bad, so sad, guess you’ve gotta-”
“They’re permitted a fight against the commander,” Juliana corrected. “How about this? Whichever one of you gets the highest score gets to fight… Giacomo, I think her name is. Make it a friendly competition sort of deal!”
“‘Friendly competition’,” Carmine scoffed. “Yeah, right. Kitakami’s biggest stud versus a virgin who’s only ever jacked off to porn streams. This is gonna be as ‘friendly’ as a Bellsprout is strong.”
“I don’t know… it still seems like fun, doesn’t it, Kieran?”
Kieran blushed a bit at being put on the spot. “Uh- well, I- I never really thought about me doing it. I mean, I fantasized , I-”
“Do you want to do it, Kieran?” Juliana asked, turning to the Blueberry student. “If you don’t, we can just cheer on Carmine. This is about you here - do you want to do this ?”
Kieran took a deep breath, clenching her trembling hands. “Y-yes! I do.”
“Great!” Juliana clapped, before turning back to Stella. “So, these two will-”
“Hold it!” Stella said. “I’ll accept the two challengers, but you’ve still gotta do real Pokemon battles . This is a Team Star base, not a sluthouse. So if you don’t play by our rules-”
Juliana moved with blinding speed, until she was leaning against Stella’s shoulder. “Sorry, can I quickly talk to you for a moment? Real quick, before you finish that sentence?”
Stella recoiled from the touch. “Talk about what? ”
“Well, here’s the thing,” Juliana said, walking closer until Stella could feel the bulge of the futa’s orange shorts rub against her. “These two, Carmine and Kieran… they don’t really care about disbanding Team Star. I care, but that’s a separate thing. These two are just here for a good time, and I want to show them a good time. So, if you aren’t gonna let them play by the rules Iono set a precedent for, what’s stopping them from just fucking everyone anyways ?”
Stella’s eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”
“Only threatening you with a good time,” Juliana said, her smile unmoving. “If we do Breeding Barrage rules, then it’s just ten minutes of fun, and they might even leave afterwards. If you stick to the pokemon-battle angle, they’re probably gonna take their time slam-fucking every single grunt in this base in both holes, and then I’ll come and beat you all in ‘real’ battles afterwards to seal the deal and disband Segin Squad myself. So, it’s up to you. Your choice, miss Grunt.”
“My name is Stella,” Stella said, Juliana’s penis now forcing her further and further back against the steel wall as it grew and grew.
“Great name! Really ties the whole theme together. So, Stella, what do you say?”
Sorry, Giacomo , Stella thought to herself. Some things rules can’t stop. “Fine. Do your worst. Ten minutes to knock up thirty grunts, or you’re out of here.”
“Yay!” Juliana said, her dick softening back to its ‘normal’ size as she turned to Carmine and Kieran without a hint of the malice or mind she showed to Stella. “Alright, you two - I’ll have my Rotom Phone keep track of everything and make a fair tally. After ten minutes, I’ll count everything up and see who gets to go for the gold!”
“Sounds like a plan,” Carmine said. “I’m not gonna be goin’ easy on you, Kiki, so you might as well find a cute one to fuck while your sister does some real seed-sowing.”
“I- I’m going to try my best!” Kieran said. “I might not have your…”
“Years of fucking everyone at home and at school? Gigantic breedpole? Natural talent?”
“... experience , but I’m still going to try!”
“Oh, well. Your funeral. Well, might as well get a warm-up in before the real thing. What’s your name again, Miss Stickler?”
“Her name is Stella!” Juliana piped up from the back, where she was setting up her Rotom Phone.
“Cute. Alright, Stella, say hello to Carmine Junior,” Carmine said as she unzipped her pants and let her massive cock flop out, rapidly hardening as a few thick veins began to appear on its surface. “She’s about to become very acquainted with your womb.”
“Do you really think people find those sorts of ch-cheesy lines hot?” Kieran said as she fiddled with her own pants.
“Given that I have literally infinitely more experience than you, I’d say yeah. Evidence points towards people finding it hot.”
“Th-they just like you because your dick’s big!”
“Whatever. The fact remains, I’m the stud between us.”
“Only because of your head start!” By this point, Kieran had shoved down her own pants as her dick began to harden - smaller and smoother than Carmine’s but a bit thicker with a larger sack.
“Kieran, when I was your age I had babies in three regions. Even if I did have a head start, you’re slower than a Varoom with an Ability Patch.”
“I- shut up!”
Stella was both horny and confused. “So… are you guys just gonna argue, or can I…”
Both the Kitakami siblings’ eyes snapped back to Stella, like a pair of Persian that had just spotted a wounded Starly. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere , Miss Stickler,” Carmine said. “I still need a warm-up.”
“Who says you get to f-fuck her first?”
“What, you gonna fight me for it?” Carmine said, sneering.
“Ooh, you get mean when you’re competitive,” Juliana said. She’d gotten her Rotom Phone set up and flying around, and was now just watching from a nearby rock.
“Because I know I’m good for it. Now, just relax and- hey! ”
This last outburst was because Kieran had just ran past her after fully discarding her bottomwear, naked ass clapping even louder without the small amount of fabric that had been dampening it’s deafening noise.
Pinning Stella against the wall, her dick already drooling clear precum, Kieran began to fiddle with the Star Grunt’s belt before Carmine confidently strode up besides the two and grabbed Stella by the arm.
“Here. Let a real breeder give you a hand.” As she held Stella’s arm, her other hand quickly unbuckled her shorts and pulled them down, exposing the girl’s pussy to the open air - and quickly, to Carmine’s dick.
“Hey! I was-”
“You snooze, you lose, Kiki!” As she let go of Stella’s arm, there was a moment where Stella had a chance to run.
But she didn’t. All sorts of thoughts were racing through her head, but a few were at the forefront.
I signed up for this, didn’t I? I could’ve told Giacomo no - but I didn’t.
I decided I was gonna stand guard, and look where it got me.
I mean, at least it… might? Protect the other grunts.
Besides, this is probably gonna feel really good even if I end up regretting it in like an hour.
I wonder if that weird thing with their hair is a dominant or recessive gene?
I mean, I like the two-tones, but the bangs are-
At this point, Stella’s mind stopped wandering, as it now had a new sensation to focus on.
Namely, the sensation of Carmine’s fifteen-inch-long cock pressing at her vagina.
She was wet, and Carmine was already slick from pre, so it didn’t take much for it to go from ‘pressing at the entrance’ to ‘knocking on the womb’. Carmine evidently didn’t believe in taking things slow, as she lifted Stella off the ground, her hands clasped firmly upon the Star Grunt’s backside to keep her in place as she thrusted, her pendulous balls swaying between her legs with each thrust.
“OHGODOHFUCKITFEELSSOGOOOOOD!!!”
Stella, apparently, was a screamer. She hadn’t known that about herself. She wasn’t thinking about that , either - her world had shrunk to nothing more than her body and its invaders. The feeling of Carmine’s gloved hands pressing into her plush rear, her legs curling around Carmine’s back, and of course, the dick.
The obelisk of meat currently kissing her womb, surely just moments away from painting her insides white and guaranteeing a weirdly-haired progeny. She loved that dick in a way she did not think she was capable of. Carmine herself was… interesting, but any potential character flaws didn’t matter so long as she kept thrusting!
Meanwhile, Carmine herself was having a much more coherent time. She smiled at Stella’s worshipful moans, a sound that was always the best thing she’d heard no matter who was saying it or how many times she’d heard it. Not even Kieran’s whining could ruin this for her.
“Hey! I was gonna-”
“Get your own slut, Kiki! I haven’t started the timer yet, so I’m gonna take my time with Stella here…”
“B-but-”
“Are you really gonna take that, Kieran?” Juliana asked, appearing behind Kieran - well, more to the side. It was impossible to be behind Kieran on account of Kieran’s own behind enforcing a distance of at least a foot away - more if you wanted to avoid early-onset deafness on account of hearing too many ass-claps.
“W-well, Carmine’s already…”
“Look, Kieran. Girls are stretchy. If Stella handled one dick so easily, why not see if you can slip in beside her?”
Kieran didn’t move.
“I mean, don’t you want to fuck her?”
She did. Kieran wanted to fuck this Team Star grunt so badly she could hardly stand it. But with Carmine thrusting so quickly, holding Stella off the ground, not to mention what she might say if Kieran-
“ KEEE-EEEP GOINGGGGG!!”
“No, no more excuses. I - I’m gonna do it!”
“Woo-hoo! Go Kieran!” Juliana gave Kieran an assuring pat on the shoulder before zipping back over to her phone.
Kieran might not have been confident - in fact, she was supremely un -confident, and deeply afraid of looking stupid - but after that declaration, the stupid thing would be to not try to follow through.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t really sure how to insert herself into the situation - or into Stella.
Still, she strode forward, dick leading the way, until Carmine could no longer ignore her.
“Kiki? What’cha doing?” Carmine asked, slowing her thrusting ever so slightly.
“I-I… I’m going to knock her up!”
“Wha-huh?”
As Carmine finished a thrust, and Stella swung low, Kieran grabbed on to the grunt’s hips, her dick pointing skyward as it rubbed against Carmine’s base -
“ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU-UUUUUUUU….”
And went in.
The last vestiges of Stella’s brain went pop as her snatch was stretched farther than she thought it could go by Kieran’s thick dick being added to Carmine’s. As the shorter futa pulled on her hips, making Carmine lower her so both sisters could thrust into the same hole, Stella’s words lost coherence and turned into ecstatic moaning.
Kieran couldn’t stop herself from moaning, either. The sensations of Stella’s snatch closing around her penis, of Carmine’s own dick rubbing against her, even just the knowledge that she was fucking the same pussy as her sister - these were all completely new sensations to the young futa, but she loved them. Her dick was already pulsing with need, but she tried to hold on for as long as possible - at least for a minute - so Carmine wouldn’t make fun of her for blowing her load too early on her first try.
Still, she couldn’t just stay there - or, rather, she didn’t want to. She knew that new heights of pleasure were only a few thrusts away - and so thrust she did.
Within moments, she began to synchronize with Carmine, one thrusting in when the other pulled out. Their dual penile pistons stretched Stella even further.
At this point, the Grunt’s brain was occupied with only two things - overwhelming pleasure, and equally overwhelming baby-fever. No longer was this about protecting the other Grunts - no longer could Stella even remember her name. All she cared about at this moment was the dicks inside her - and the baby they could give her.
“OHOOHOHOHOHOHGGHHG KNOCK ME UPPPPPPPP!!!!”
Upon hearing that ecstatic cry - and, a second later, realizing that it was directed at her , Kieran could hold back no longer.
“I-I’m CUMMMINGGGG!”
Her balls clenched, and her already girthy prick swelled even further - before she came.
“M-ME TOOO!” Spurred on by her sister’s climax, Carmine came as well, both of them painting the inside of Stella’s womb white and bloating her stomach with rope after rope.
Eventually, the weight of the cum coupled with Stella herself was more than Carmine was willing to hold, and she set the Grunt down on the ground as she and Kieran pulled out, their dicks still connected by strings of cum.
Kieran was panting heavily, her face red, as she looked upon the dazed, orgasmic face of Stella, whose belly had already been filled so much it was as if she was already pregnant.
“I-I… I did that…” she said, as if still unable to believe it. She had fucked Stella into that state. She had filled the girl’s womb with cum - and, inevitably, with child. She had just lost her fucking virginity.
Immediately, she wanted to go again. Neither sister’s dick had softened even an inch.
“ You ? I think you mean me .” Carmine said. “You might’ve came first, but I came harder.”
“S-says you! My balls are, like, twice the size of yours!”
“Doesn’t matter how big they are if the cum’s not going anywhere. Trust me, if it’s between a real wombfucking and some shallow thrusting, I’m gonna come out on top every time.”
“You don’t know that!”
“I’m speaking from experience - something you don’t have.”
“Girls, girls, let’s not argue. There’s plenty more wombs just through that gate,” Juliana said, getting between the two Kitakami siblings. “For now, we can’t really tell who ended up knocking up Stella here in the end. Let’s just say the score’s still 0 to 0.”
Carmine and Kieran both looked to the gate. Both of them were excited by the prospect of even more excellent sex - and, more importantly, the chance to beat their sibling. They took a step towards the gate…
“Wait, we still have to ring the bell and do an announcey thing,” Juliana said. “There’s like a script or something… where’s the loudspeaker controls?” she muttered, unbuttoning Stella’s shirt to search for a walkie-talkie or microphone, before finding it. “A-ha! One moment…”
As she flipped on the small microphone, she heard a small whine of feedback. “Attention, Members of Segin Squad! Some challengers have arrived! Hope you’re ready, because they sure are! Have fun, everyone!”
“There’s no way that’s what the script is,” Carmine said.
“I was paraphrasing. Now, on three. One… Two…”
“
Three!
” All three futas spoke at once, as Carmine and Kieran hit the bell and rushed inside the open gate.
Chapter 2
Summary:
The barrage truly commences!
Notes:
Writer's Block is a bitch. I will say no more on this matter.
Chapter Text
When the announcement went up around the base, Giacomo was watching everything through her security cameras.
“C’mon, girl… at least make the announcement,” she sighed. She couldn't fully fault Stella for losing coherence after the rigorous double-dicking she received, but Giacomo wished she'd managed to at least send up a better alarm.
As it was, the Naranja student’s call (Juliana, Giacomo heard) had sent the base into an uproar. Any potential strategy or formations had been forgotten - after all, those were formations for Star Barrages, not a two-pronged attack from a pair of horny out-of-towners. Still, anything would be better than running around like spooked Sunflora.
Although, if it had been her facing down the barrels of those breedsticks, she wasn't sure she would do much better. Even just watching it through the relatively blurry CCTV feed had been… exhilarating.
-
Morgan, online handle MissMagius299, was currently experiencing a wave of righteous (well, not that righteous) indignation.
She’d been a fan of Iono for years - and seeing that stream of the Supercharged Streamer herself knocking up each and every grunt in Schedar Squad had just made her lament the fact that she’d missed the occasion. Since that day, she’d redoubled her fandom, watching vod after vod, stream after stream, preparing herself for the surely inevitable day when Iono would grace Segin Squad with her presence.
Giacomo had assigned her to ‘keep an eye’ on the streamer, to make sure she wasn’t planning anything, but both Giacomo and Morgan knew this was mostly an excuse to put people’s minds at ease and legitimize Morgan’s own practical addiction to watching Iono. The replica dildo she owned was one of the original run - before the barrage, back when the average ‘spicy stream’ was just something like Iono playing an especially racy H-game or the Elesa hot tub collab stream.
God , the Elesa hot tub collab stream. Morgan had spent what felt like two years of birthday money on donations that night, her eyes glued to the screen as the two Electric-type Gym Leaders lazily stroked their cocks, the tips poking through the bubbling water…
But that was besides the point. The point was , Morgan had viewed this new Barrage thing as her chance to meet Iono, and get knocked the fuck up . Sure, she could visit Levincia every now and then, but just being near the streamer couldn’t hit the same way feeling her inside could. But lord knows she’d tried getting close. Hour-long ‘practice sessions’ with her replica dildo, constantly re-listening to the ASMR streams… when Iono did come to the base, Morgan would be able to give her such a good fucking the Gym Leader would have no choice but to turn her into her permanent cocksleeve!
Or so Morgan had thought. Instead, in walked these two upstarts , two random futas who Morgan had never heard of in her life, ruining what was supposed to be the greatest event of Morgan’s life!
This injustice would not stand. She had to stop them in their tracks. With her wealth of experience, she would stand up to these invaders, and maybe even make such a name for herself that Iono-
“Hey, you look like you'd make for a good Round Five.”
Morgan’s masturbatory psyche-up session was rudely interrupted by an unfamiliar, accented voice. Looking away from her monitor (Iono was busy doing a subathon for an FPS game, and not even a sexy one - truly, injustice after injustice), Morgan saw one of the challengers towering above her.
Her clothes had been completely removed, leaving the futa naked as the day she was born. Gigantic breasts hung over a well-muscled torso, with a large penis still slick with juices from the last four or five grunts she’d knocked up. “The name’s Carmine. Nice to meetcha.”
Carmine was smirking, barely having broken a sweat. She evidently viewed Morgan as nothing more than another conquest - another womb to fill, a point to score. Well, Morgan was going to prove that she was more than that. She would be more than that.
“Morgan. Prepare to admit defeat, invader.”
“‘Invader’, huh? Sounds like you’re gonna try to put up a bit of a fight. The last few girls just kinda rolled over and spread their legs, so this should be fun.”
“D-don’t think you’re dealing with any old Team Star slut anymore!” Morgan said, pointedly trying to avoid looking at Carmine’s assets. Unfortunately, their size meant she couldn’t really look anywhere else, so she settled for closing her eyes and hoping the star-shaped sunglasses meant Carmine didn’t notice. “I am Morgan - the one who will one day be Iono’s wife!”
“Oh, a superfan, huh? Well, if Iono wants you, she’d better get in line. ‘Cause I’m here first, and once you’ve had a taste, you’re gonna be forgetting allll about her!”
Morgan sputtered indignantly. “How- how dare you! You know not the depths of my devotion! The countless hours spent practicing for her, the money spent on streams and subs - I could no sooner forget Iono than forget my own name!”
“‘Practicing’? What's that supposed to mean?”
“Years of dedication! I've been practicing and perfecting my technique on her replica dildo, doing glute stretches and twerk routines, all so I could become Iono-sama’s perfect wife!”
“Dildos and stretches, huh? How's about any actual fucking? There's gotta be at least one futa in this place, right?”
“I- I'm saving myself for Iono! To let any inferior despoil me before I could show her the full depths of my love would be inconceivable!”
Carmine smiled like a Sharpedo. “Oh, so you're a virgin? Well, little missy, you're about to find out that real beats replica any day of the week - and I have a feeling you're quite conceivable!”
She was quite proud of herself for thinking up that last line, even if it didn't quite scan.
“D-do your worst,” Morgan said, trying to steel her resolve.
“For a cutie like you? I think I'll do my best - and you're gonna thank me for it.”
-
Kieran, meanwhile, was having a quite different experience. All the strategy she’d thought of, Iono’s rambling ‘tips and tricks’ about combos and using multiple ropes for multiple girls, had gone out the window. She was mostly just luxuriating in the sensation of fucking so many girls.
This didn’t mean she was going slow, however. Juliana’s intermittent cheering spurred her on, driving her to seek out new girls the moment she’d finished with her current one. Despite what was infinitely more sex than she’d ever experienced in her life, her sizable balls refused to stop, churning constantly so each orgasm was just as big as the last.
Right now, she was balls-deep in a bottom-heavy girl with long braids, her fat sack smacking against the Grunt’s ass with each thrust.
“FUCK YEAH! KNOCK ME UP! GIVE IT TO ME!” the Grunt yelled, seemingly more enthusiastic about the situation than Kieran herself, legs wrapped around Kieran’s back as she was splayed out on the ground.
“G-gonna… gonna cum!”
As Kieran’s length pulsed, then exploded inside the Grunt, Kieran tried to pull out in the hopes that she could turn one orgasm into two points, but the Grunt’s legs locked her in tight. “GIVE IT ALL TO ME! I WANT EVERYTHING YOU CAN GIVE!”
“I-I need to keep going-” Despite her instincts telling her to just stay inside this Grunt’s warm hole for the rest of time, her competitive drive would not allow it. With Herculean effort and willpower, Kieran pushed herself out of the Grunt whose belly was now so swollen she might as well already be in her second trimester, the thick head of her dick eventually coming out with a wet ‘pop’.
“That’s four! Keep it up, Kieran!” Juliana cheered from a nearby rock. Despite the debauchery surrounding her, the Naranja student was the picture of serenity, with the bulge in her pants seemingly completely flaccid.
“Th-thanks, Juliana!” As Kieran ran off to keep going, the weak-legged grunt called after her.
“Hey, c’mon… don’tcha wanna have more fun with me? I never even got your number! How’s my little girl gonna know her daddy?”
“Don’t worry, miss…”
“Lucia…” the Grunt said - or, more accurately, moaned.
“Lucia. I’ve been keeping track of all impregnations, and I’ll be making sure all the loose ends like that are tied up at the end. We’ve got to know who wins, after all, don’t we?”
-
Morgan was never the best student.
Sure, she was smart enough, but she was horrible at focusing. She couldn’t keep her attention on the classes, on the notes, textbooks, tests… anything.
She ended up getting some pretty awful grades during the last midterms she’d actually taken, and after what felt like the billionth lecture about how she ‘wasn’t applying herself’ and “if she didn’t care about doing well, why did she even come to school”, she agreed.
She didn’t go as far as to drop out, but she just stopped showing up. Team Star had been forming around that time, and she ended up joining up since it seemed like she’d get lectured less often there.
And then, one day, she was scrolling through Poketube and found her new purpose in life.
Iono was perfect. Her oshi. Her idol. Her everything. Any concerns about ‘inability to focus’ went out the window.
The new Morgan was a testament to single-minded focus and practice. Sure, that focus and practice was about getting dicked down by a woman a foot shorter than her, but it was something . She watched every stream. Subscribed at the highest tier. Dropped most of her allowance on merch and gift subs. Spent what felt like every waking moment practicing, stretching, molding her body for the moment when Iono would take her and all that hard work would pay off.
That had been the plan.
Anyway, Morgan was currently being held aloft by Carmine’s dick, as the Kitakami native’s massive meatlog reshaped the carefully constructed folds of Morgan’s pussy with each thrust.
Months of dildo usage had shaped Morgan as a perfect fit for the replica Iono-cock - and, by extension, for Iono herself. Every part of her pussy was designed for one woman’s pleasure.
And now, it was Carmine’s.
Morgan had tried to convince herself it wouldn’t matter. That her devotion to Iono could outshine anything.
How very, very wrong she was.
Muscle memory had nothing on real muscle. Practice was meaningless in the face of perfection.
That’s what Carmine was to Morgan at this moment - perfection.
“Ya like that, huh?” Carmine asked, breathing heavily as she slammed into the Star Grunt, her pendulous balls swaying and slapping against Morgan’s ass each time she hilted herself. “How’s all that ‘practice’ helping you out now?”
“Iiiii… I….”
“What’s that? Can’t. Hear. You,” Carmine said, punctuating each word with another plunge into Morgan’s depths. “C’mon, speak up a bit!”
“Iiiiiiooo…”
“Wrong answer!” Annoyed, Carmine sped up her thrusts even more. God, she’s still talking about that midget? Come on, moron - you’ve got some prime Kitakami sausage stuffing you, ACKNOWLEDGE IT!
“Illloooveyouuuu!”
“That’s more like it,” Carmine said. “I love you too. Here, let me show you just-”
She stopped thrusting.
“How-”
She pulsed.
“MUCH!”
Carmine exploded inside the Grunt, painting her insides indelibly, irreversibly white. Another womb claimed. Another point earned.
As Carmine pulled Morgan off of her, a single string of semen still connecting them, she laid Morgan on the ground.
“Now, then. You said earlier you’d forget your own name before you forgot Iono. So, what’s your name?”
“I… I’m…” Morgan was currently well and truly out of it. Carmine’s thrusts had reshaped her body and mind, her spunk painting the Grunt’s mind as white as her womb. It would probably take at least an hour for everything to be even slightly back to normal.
“Carmiiinee…”
Carmine chucked. “Yeah, no. That’s me. You’re…”
Carmine paused. “Huh. Guess I don’t remember either. Oh, well. I’ve still got a few minutes. Better get going!”
As Carmine ran off, Morgan vaguely heard footsteps approaching.
“Your name’s Morgan,” said a soft voice in her ear. “And you did very well.”
-
As the time ticked down, both Carmine and Kieran began to slow. Not because they were starting to plumb the depths of their stamina (certainly not), but just because they kept finding fewer and fewer Grunts.
Oh, sure, there was one here, another there, but never as many as they had come across in the start. Whether it was because they had gotten most of the base at the start, or they had started running across each other’s conquests, new wombs to fill were few and far between.
Giacomo, meanwhile, was flicking between camera after camera, far too many of them either busted or focusing on random patches of forest. Any of the working ones were just focused on shots of blissed-out grunts still leaking from their holes.
“C’mon… the heck- hell ’s going on out there?” She still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of swearing, but she was trying her best. “
Eventually, time was up. A blaring siren came from the center of the camp, and both futas approached it.
Standing in a clearing was a large shed, with a gigantic vehicle in front of it. The black-painted party car was all lit up, music blaring from its speakers as a black-haired girl sat atop the hood.
Despite her many layers, Giacomo’s figure was still quite visible. Wide hips, plush thighs, round cheeks, the Star Admin was the epitome of bottom-heavy beauty, matching even Kieran in her size.
“Aight, time’s up! Scores, people!”
Putting on a strong front was hard. Still, it helped that her vantage point meant she was relatively far away from Carmine and Kieran - and, more importantly - their dripping, erect cocks.
“Uh, I got…” Kieran started counting on her fingers.
“Don’t worry, Kiki,” Carmine said. “However many you got, it’s not gonna be more than mine.”
“O-oh yeah? Prove it! How many did you knock up?” Kieran asked, a good bit more assertive than she had been even fifteen minutes ago.
“Uhh… It was something like…”
“S-see, you don’t remember either!”
“Well, if neither of you have an official count,” Giacomo said, “Then you can’t really say you beat the target score, can you?” It was a coward’s way out, she’d admit it. But she was kind of a coward.
“Not to worry!” came an annoyingly chipper voice.
“I was recording the whole time!” Juliana said, skipping into the clearing, Rotom Phone aloft. “Carmine scored…”
Everyone looked to her.
“Drumroll, please…”
Everyone kept looking.
“Just gimme the number,” Carmine said.
“Fine, fine. Thirty-eight points!”
“Booyah!” Carmine yelled, pointing to her little sister. “Take that , loser!”
“Hold up,” Juliana said. “I haven’t said Kieran’s score yet.”
Kieran inhaled sharply. “Did I- did I beat her?”
“Well, no.”
A Gengar-size grin spread across Carmine’s face.
“ But! You did tie, with thirty-eight points!”
Kieran looked at Carmine.
Carmine looked at Kieran.
Giacomo looked at Juliana.
“Wait… a tie ?”
“Yup! A perfect tie!”
Carmine looked around. “Wait, but what about that girl from the entrance? Whats-her-name. Do I get, like, a bonus point for her?”
“Why would you get the point?” Kieran yelled.
“Well, we can’t actually figure out who knocked her up for a few days, so we can’t exactly give either of you the point…” Juliana turned to Giacomo. “Hey, do you have any suggestions?”
Giacomo had been thinking about it for a bit. “Yeah, actually. You guys said that ‘whoever scores the most points’ gets to face me. Neither of y’all scored the most points, so neither of you get to face me.”
Carmine let out a theatrical gasp. “Oh no you do not . I beat your time limit, I’m gonna fuck you into the ground.”
“No, I’m gonna-”
“Them’s the rules, ain’t they?” Giacomo said.
“Well, no, they aren’t,” Juliana said. “That part was an unofficial agreement not tied to the official rules of the Barrage. They both have the right to a challenge, the points were just an unofficial agreement on who would waive their right.”
“Yeah, but-”
“Look, can you just give us a few minutes to sort this out? I’ll make sure someone fucks you, don’t worry?”
Giacomo would have pointed out that going unfucked would’ve been fine by her provided it got these three out of her base, but Juliana was no longer paying attention.
“Okay, how about this? We do a little tiebreaker round. One last round, for all the marbles.”
“I mean, sounds good, but are there even any grunts left to fuck?” Carmine asked.
“Yeah, I couldn’t find anyone near the end…”
“Who needs grunts?” Juliana said, grinning.
“...What do you mean?”
“Here’s the proposal - you two go at it, until one of you surrenders. Then whoever’s left gets to fuck Giacomo!”
There was a moment of silence.
Kieran looked at Carmine.
Carmine looked at Kieran.
Their eyes traced each other up and down, following each absurd curve of their sister’s naked, glistening bodies.
Eventually, they spoke as one.
“Deal.”