ALL NOVEL What Happened on Thursday, Part 2
Terry's POV
“Can we please… take… a break…!?” My chubby milf of a pokegirl wheezed out in between taking great big gulps of air, panting and moaning like she was involved in something much more intimate than some light free weights. Which made no sense to me. They were three pounds each. We’d only been at this for ten minutes.
But already, my second pokegirl wasn’t just covered in sweat, she was steaming, the entire room getting muggy and warm from the force of her exertions. Lucky for me, she smelled so nice, hints of vanilla and sweet, mellow citrus.
“Okay. Take a break. But it’s a break. We’re not done here. Not by a long shot.” I conceded, opening up the sliding doors to the patio to help air out the living room of our dorm apartment.
“Fwahhh…” She collapsed onto the couch face first, propped up on her breasts, one arm pinned underneath and the other dangling off the side. “Master… do we really need to keep doing this?”
“Yes! C’mon, Mochi. The duel is on Friday, and Professor Flannery said it’s going to be an official three-on-three Match.” I didn’t bother to add that Mochi was stronger than Almond. Stronger than me, too. On paper, at least.
“Oh, you’ll be fine, just fine!” Mochi said, waving her dangling arm at me. “He’s a fire-type, right? Just hit him with some splashes and, pchow!”
“Pchow?”
“Yeah. Pchow! Just… get him wet, and then, uh…” Mochi flipped over onto her back, her ‘four sizes too small’ top riding up as she did, making her tug it back down again; the pokegirl refused to buy clothing that fit, insisting that the tiny pieces were the exact right size for when she slimmed down. “...and then you’ll win, right? Water beats fire.”
I slapped my forehead. “Mochi, this isn’t some videogame. Water can’t… we’re going up against a human trainer, not a campfire! A match like this is the same as me with a waterhose versus him with a fucking flamethrower!”
Mochi covered her mouth as she snorted. “Wow. Okay. Why’d you pick a fight with him in the first place, then?”
“I didn’t! I mean… Almond almost got hurt, and it was his fault, and he’s got just… the most punchable face ever. And then Professor Flannery butted in and… and…” And I didn’t do well in stressful situations. A side-effect of my Corruption, I bet. Or maybe I’d just always had a quick temper.
“Aw… poor baby!” Mochi sat on the couch, then pat her thighs with both hands. “C’mere. Mama will make it all better.”
Mochi was not my mother. I met her last year at the Daycare, where we’d bonded. Since she was so much more powerful than me, I had not been able to lower her Corruption below 150%, but that was fine. The more Corrupt she became, the lazier she became. Even if she was released into the wild, the only thing she’d do all day would be sleep.
She wasn’t my mother… but she sure did love spoiling me like I was a little kid. And at times like this, I thought it best to humor her.
“There you go… nice and comfy.” Once my head was down on her lap, she started running her fingers through my hair with her tight hand. Mochi was soft and warm, and it felt nice. And I had been under a lot of stress this week…
“How about a little of Mama’s milk?” Mochi lifted her top, her breasts bouncing free, and then leaned down, smothering my face under one giant tit.
“Mmmph…!” Damn it, this pervert… she always took things too far! I tried pushing her off, but it was like trying to move a giant water balloon, and when I tried to escape, I found those fingers that had been gently running through my hair now had a firm, solid grip. “Mmmphoochiii!!”
“C’mon… you’ll feel so much better, sweetie.”
It was impossible to reason with her like this, so the only thing to do was grab her breast and lift it up enough that I could at least breath through my nose, then bite down on her nipple. A few seconds after I started sucking, warm, sweet milk started flowing into my mouth. Mochi’s thighs started vibrating under my head as I suckled; her breasts were more than sensitive enough that she could cum just from this. In fact, she vastly preferred it this way compared to penetration.
“Good boy. Drink up. Milk is gonna make you big and strong and healthy…” As she cooed down at me, I felt her other hand go to my gym shorts, massaging my crotch. Whatever was in this milk had to be an aphrodisiac, because she always got me hard in no time this way. If only it didn’t make me so sleepy afterwards…
“That’s it… good boy. Mama’s milk is tasty, right? And your cute little toy makes such tasty milk, too.”
Damn it! Did she have to call it cute? It was still at least five inches the last time I measured. And it wasn’t my fault; even a little bit of Corruption for a male trainer cost us inches in length.
“Ohhh… you’re thirsty today, aren’t you? Well, don’t worry, sweetie, Mama has all the milk you could ever need. Mama is gonna spoil you rotten. Get you so nice and relaxed and drowsy that you’re not gonna worry about nothing. No more duels, no more fighting… no more training…”
Of course. The reason she was doing this was to get out of training. Mochi really never took anything seriously.
Her fingers deftly pulled my cock out from the shorts, then began to glide around the shaft, making me shiver this time. I knew that letting a pokegirl milk me like this wasn’t good. It’d lead to corruption. But right now…
An energetic pop song started playing, making both of us jump. It was my phone, there on the coffee table. Positioned as I was, I could just barely reach it through blind groping, but before I could answer it, Mochi snatched the phone out of my grip.
“We’re busy right now!...Huh?...Right now?...Can’t you wait just….fine! Jeez.”
Mochi leaned back up, lifting her breasts off of my face, freeing me to gasp for air. I’d been close, and I almost wanted to ask her to finish me off. But it took a lot to get her to stop in the first place. “Was that Almond?”
“Uh huh. She said there’s someone to meet you, they’re coming up right now. The spoilsports.”
I got back on my feet, tugged my gym shorts over my throbbing erection. “Who is it?”
“Dunno. Ben’s roommate. The fire girl.”
“What?” I swallowed, felt a stone in the pit of my stomach. “What the fuck does she want with me!?”
Mochi shrugged. “Maybe she’s worried you’re going to hurt her boyfriend, and wants to talk you out of it? I mean… you can use Water skills, and he’s still a freshman, right?”
That… that made sense.
She was here to try and get me to back down. And if she was going to all that trouble, well… well, I’d look like a real asshole if I still continued the fight, right?
“Ahaha! This is great!” I fist pumped into the air, a big grin on my face when I heard the door knocking. A double slap on my cheeks to clear that goofy smile away; I had to make her think I was still totally serious, that I was going to absolutely crush her boyfriend if she didn’t convince me not to.
I opened the door and saw Almond there with our guest. I gave her my coolest, most aloof smolder. “Well, hello there. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Terry. What can I do for you?”