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The trophy was so ugly Abby almost had to laugh. It was a gaudy thing made entirely of gold, the three handles sculpted to look like the various Tapu in mid-flight. If she'd seen it in a kitsch tourist trap gift store she would have snorted and walked right past it without a second thought. But thankfully the looks of this item didn’t matter, it was what it represented that was important. It was the very first Champion’s Trophy in Alolan history, and it was hers.
All hers.
"Ah, dammit," she mumbled, wiping at her eyes as they teared up, a goofy grin still smeared across her face. She'd never expected to actually get here, there had been times where she worried about even being able to complete her trials. But her team had carried her through, their hard work and dedication taking the day as they'd laid the entire league flat on their backs. She'd never been more proud in her life, of herself and her team. They'd fought and they'd won, and not a single one of them had faltered or fallen under the brutal gauntlet they'd run.
"Thank you," she repeated for what had to be the fourth or fifth time that afternoon as she sat on the ground of their campsite, cup held between her crossed legs, her arms resting on the wide rim as she looked up at her team, eyes rimmed with tears of pride and joy. They'd done it, her goofy boys had done it. Every single one of them loved her and had given their all for her, and she loved them back with an intensity that made her heart ache. Her friends, her family in every way that could ever matter.
"Thanks," was her repeated phrase as she struggled to put into words what she felt in her heart. And while she may not have had the words she needed - she'd never been all that good at speaking- she could still show them how much she appreciated them. And they all deserved it, for the work they'd done for her today.
"C'mere," she sniffed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she gave them a huge grin. "I told you guys about how it's a tradition in Kanto to drink from the cup, yeah? How the Elite Four there pay to fill the trophy with the most expensive champagne for the champion to enjoy? Well, we don't have that kind of tradition here, we're too new and I don't even like champagne all that much. But... I can think of something better. Our own tradition."
She gave them a hopeful grin, and they stared back, confused until Pangoro seemed to understand. A grin split his face and he sauntered forward, cock twitching and growing, dusty black skin stretching as blood pumped through his impressive length. The rest of her team seemed to understand her offer as Po slapped his cock down on her face, the heavy slab of meat stretching from her chin all the way up to her bangs, the Pokemon already leaking sticky strands of murky white into her dark hair, tangling the soft locks as he rolled his hips. His cock ground back and forth across her features, furry balls swinging to gently slap at her chin. Out of the corner of her eye, Abby could see the rest of her team shifting impatiently, growing and showing off as they waited for her turn. Continent’s cock slowly spilled from his sheathe, pouring toward the ground like a length of floppy hose as he snorted and pawed at the ground. Bahamut fanned the air with his wings rising onto his rear legs to show the angry, dangerous-looking length that glistened beneath his belly scales. Solaire and Ribbon were prowling in circles, the regal legendary already leaking a steady stream of pre from his no-doubt achingly hard cock, the small Sylveon letting his ribbons twist and twine in frustration.
The smell of all of them was thick in her nose as they pressed in, each wanting a turn and not wanting to wait as Po ground himself against their trainer's face. The air was thick with inhuman musk, sulfur, and sugar, and the acrid tang of animal lust filling Abby’s lungs as she breathed it all deeply, the air feeling humid and warm as it sent a shiver through her body. Her team, her family, all of them eager for her. Their lust was infectious, an electrical sensation in the air that had nothing to do with Zip floating nearby and watching, rolling their eye as the more biological members of the champion team threw themselves into their desire.
Twisting her head slightly, Abby placed a kiss against Po's familiar cock, fresh blue lipstick bright and stark against his dusky skin. Another kiss lead her downward, tracing twisting veins until her nose was bumping into the soft, musky fur of his balls. And what else was there to do but bury herself in that softness, fur tickling her nose as she pressed into the cleft between his expansive balls. Her hand coming up to slowly stroke up and down his shaft, thumb teasing the thick shroud of foreskin that covered his head, rolling it back and forth with gentle care as she pressed harder into his nuts.
It wasn't the best job she'd ever done perhaps, but Po was already twitching in her grasp, proud and smug to show off before the rest of the team, taking the first round with their trainer as they all had to watch and wait. Her lips pressed against his fur, kissing along the curve of one heavy orb, her makeup leaving smudges of pale blue against his black fur, showing the path of her meandering, cockdrunk travels. Kissing and sucking his heavy balls as her hand picked up speed, gentle but insistent, trying to coax pleasure out of the grumbling Pokemon as she pushed her nose into the underside of his sack, letting his heavy balls spill down either side of her face and cover her eyes, burying her in blackness. Nothing but the heat of his body and the smell of his arousal, her nose tingling as she drank in the mixed musk from her Pokemon, their combined scents filling the little clearing they’d found with no morning breeze to carry it away.
Above her, she could hear the thunder-rumble of Po’s pleasure, his breath hitching as his trained lapped dumbly at his balls, her soft hand squeezing and stroking, knowing all the places that made him twitch. Her thumb delved beneath his foreskin, stroking gently along the rim of his helmet. That was enough, the Pangoro growled his name as his hips bucked, balls dragging along Abby’s face as he humped against her fingers. But rather than just letting him cum, Abby pointed his cock downward so he slung his thick ropes of cum into the trophy, rather than onto her skin like he’d been expecting. The white cream splashed against the shiny gold, slowly filling the bottom portion of the huge trophy. By the time he was done, panting heavily as Abby milked the last few drips and drops out of his shaft, the inner walls of the trophy were fogged with heat and splattered with beads of white, Pokecum sloshing thickly back and forth across the bottom of the cup.
“It’s not champagne,” Abby grinned as her team peered at her curiously. “But I bet it’ll taste just as good!”
Understanding seemed to dawn, and there was practically a stampede as her Pokemon tried to secure their place as next in line. There was some argument, but Continent and Solaire shoved their way forward, presenting their cocks to Abby, tips poking at her cheeks as the large Pokemon tried to find a way to crowd closer without climbing over each other.
"Hmmm, which to pick first?" Abby teased, hefting both cocks and glancing back and forth as though trying to make a tough decision. "I guess I should probably start with the bigger cock, right? The better cock?" She heard the noise Solaire made, the little whine that accompanied a surge of precum that covered her from hand to elbow in sticky, metallic-looking paste. She grinned wide and leaned in to give Continent’s cock a slow, loving kiss, nibbling at the Mudbray’s flare as she lavished him with attention. In truth, there really wasn't that big of a difference between the two Pokemon when it came to sheer size, but Solaire was panting, his hips working and grinding his cock against Abby’s palm as he continued to soak her arm in pre and she knew he was loving every word.
Continent was soon leaking as well, the tectonic plate of his flare slowly growing and expanding as Abby kissed and licked her way across the broad face, already far too big for her to even consider getting her mouth around. The best she could do was wrap her lips around the side of his shaft and suckle at it, feeling the big veins throbbing under her tongue as she jerked off all the length she had to leave bare and untouched. There was just so much of him, she didn't even have to try to make a production out of it, groaning and moaning happily as she coated him with spit, slurping up his pre like it was an appetizer, the warmth settling deep in her stomach as her tongue teased yet another healthy blob from his flexing cumslit.
Pulling off of his cock, she turned to consider Solaire, the legendary Pokemon's cock twitching in her grasp, the felines hair-trigger bringing him desperately close already. Abby smiled as a thought occurred to her, and she leaned in to give his cock a kiss. Gentle and sweet, right at the very tip of his tapered length, her lips parting slightly as she let just the barest inch of him into her mouth. Her tongue flicking at his head. And then she pulled away. Gave him a wink, and turned her attention back to Continent, ignoring him entirely.
Solaire roared behind her, claws digging at the ground as he came, his cock jerking once and spraying the side of Abby’s head and her shoulder, even washing across the tops of her breasts, casting her in metallic cum as she laughed and struggled to hold his bucking cock. Before he had wasted the fourth rope she had him pointing down into the trophy, cum splashing down to mingle with Po's already deposited load.
"Good boy, cum for your trainer," she cooed happily, stroking his cock as much as she could without throwing off his aim, coaxing him through his orgasm as the big legendary Pokemon snarled and shuddered. She gave him another kiss as he tapered off, the feline returning the gesture of affection by rubbing his face against hers, not caring about the cum that ended up smeared on his armored skin.
Thanks to the smell of cum in the air, the stink of a rival awakening old instincts, Continent was getting close as well, his flare nearly the size of a dinner plate as his cock slapped against his belly. Abby could feel his thundering heartbeat through the iron rod of his shaft as she gripped him at the medial ring, apply pressure as she kissed and licked at the spreading flare. With a snort and a stamp of his hoof, Continent’s contribution was joining the rest in the trophy, each shot slapping against the walls of the cup so hard it sent droplets splattering g through the air, decorating Abby’s face and hair with beads of white.
As the two backed away, panting and softening, Ribbon minced up. He made a face as he hopped up onto Abby’s chest, rear paws sinking into the soft slopes of her jizz stained tits as he planted his front feet on the top of her head. For a moment, the smell of sugar overwhelmed the stink of primal musk, sweet and welcoming as Ribbon rolled his svelte hips and prodded at Abby’s cheek with his cute, pink cock. He may have been the smallest and most effete of her team, but there was nothing small about his throbbing cock as it pressed hotly against her face, drooling cum like warm frosting down her cheek.
"Syyyyyyl," he pouted, rolling his hips with more urgency, one of his ribbons tugging at her bottom lip to get her to open up. Laughing softly at his impatience, Abby opened wide, tongue rolling out like a red carpet for the eager Pokemon. His cock slapped against her tongue in an instant, the taste of vanilla and sugar suffusing her tastebud, as Ribbon pressed forward, feet dimpling into her breasts as he pushed, little claws leaving faint pinpoints of pain as he sank into her mouth and then her throat. Smoothly, Abby gobbled down the whole of his length, until she was kissing his knot, leaving bright blue smeared against the pink bulb of flesh.
Abby’s cheeks caved in as she sucked hard, vacuuming his cock as Ribbon huffed happily, growling above her as his ribbons swept up along her shoulders to steady himself as his hips sped up, rear paws dancing on the slopes of her breasts as he tried to get more depth, more leverage, more pleasure. But Abby was rolling with every thrust, not allowing him to knot like he wanted. There wasn't time to sit and wait for him to deflate, and knotting would mean she'd have to wait and work a second load out of him if she wanted to add him to the cup.
Ribbon was fully aware of what she wanted, he just didn't care. What was so bad about him getting two rounds compared to the one the rest of the team got? Didn't he deserve two? His knot rammed against her lips, making her jaw ache as velvety ribbons wrapped around Abby’s head and tangled in her hair, ramming her forward against Ribbons pushing, grinding hips. The little bitch was trying to waste his first cumshot! She felt his muscles straining as he tried to lock his knot in her mouth, to ensure every drop of sweet, rich cream was wasted down her throat rather than added to the cup. Abby sputtered in outrage, her protests coming out as gurgles and bubbles of spit, but she couldn't shake the little Eeveeloution off of her as he sped up, cock throbbing in excitement as he reached the finish line of his cunning little plan.
At least, until a huge, clawed hand plucked the little Pokemon up, Ribbon squirming as Bahamut lifted him off Abby’s chest, cock popping from her mouth with a wet sound. The small, feminine Pokemon pouted as his plan to take two turns was spoiled, his wet cock throbbing angrily against the suddenly cool air. Bahamut held him still as Abby giggled, shaking a finger in his face even as she wrapped her other hand around Ribbons veins, swollen knot.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," she admonished, her tone of voice lacking any trace of disappointment, surprise, or actual anger. "Trying to trick me like that..."
Her hand tightened, squeezing his knot hard and Ribbon yipped, eyes shut tight in pleasure as he panted, trying to fight the sensation. Another squeeze and it was all over. Cum poured from his tip, sweet icing adding to the mess of murky, metallic, and muddy cum that already filled the trophy, swirling and mixing as that feminine cock dumped an undignified amount of raw virility into the mix. Ribbon huffed and whined cutely, squirming in Bahamut’s grasp as Abby jerked him off, hard and fast, to milk a few extra ropes from his clenching balls.
The moment his flow started to taper off, Bahamut casually tossed Ribbon to the side, the smaller Pokemon landing on his feet with all the dignity and affronted grace of a cat, flicking his tail in disdain before settling in to watch. With the Sylveon out of the way, Abby found herself staring down the barrel of Bahamut's cock, the length of ridged and armored cock like some sort of medieval weapon poised to destroy her. A cumslit so large she could easily fit a finger down it drooled a steady stream of acrid, sulfurous precum that splattered down on her skin and the trophy. The dragon was too big to suck, at least in any meaningful way, but Abby tried anyway, her jaw aching as she grappled with the dragon, her hands smearing pre up and down his length as if a little bit of lubrication would make the difference
But they'd done this before, tried a dozen times, and there was just no way to make that monster fit down her throat, no matter how much they both wanted it to. So Bahamut had to settle for his trainer bobbing and suckling on just his pointed tip as she wrapped her soft breasts around his shaft, dark skin squishing against the hot, steely pillar of musky breeding meat. Her hands clutched her breasts, sliding them up and his length, letting drool spill from her mouth to mingle with his pre and turn her cleavage into a warm, sticky mess that glided and bumped over Bahamut's length. Despite the heavy armor that ridged his cock, Bahamut was just as sensitive as the others, and within moments Abby had him leaking like a faucet. The thick, sinus-stinging smell of his pre burned her nose as he drooled all over her breasts and collarbone, each pump of her breasts shifting him around and painting another section of skin in thick, murky off-white. Before long her whole front was slick with pre, the greasy muck glistening as it oozed downward, pooling beneath her and decorating the tops of her thighs. Bahamut was panting, shaking his big head as steam rolled from his mouth.
"Stop fighting it," Abby chided, leaning down to kiss him. Her tongue pushing at his wide slit, scooping a thick dollop of pre into her mouth and humming happily. "Don't be a tough guy and just cum for me~"
Roaring, his claws tearing at the dirt, Bahamut came. His cock jumping and smacking his trainer in the face as it fired like a hose, coating one whole side of the trophy in white and leaving Abby sputtering. It took her full weight to force his cock down, pointing it into the Champion's Cup as the next salvo poured out, filling the trophy to the brim. The next few shots were wasted on the grass, puddling in a sulfurous and acrid pool that turned the ground to mud and left Abby’s thighs trembling at the smell. It was a shame to let it all go, but she couldn't have him overfilling the trophy, this was everyone's contribution.
And what a contribution it was, a thick pool of mingled cum, thick as glue and reeking of unbelievable virility. A breeding ranch would have paid good money for the cum of champions and sired entire generations with the amount that sloshed back and forth in the golden cup. But no amount of money could have made Abby give up what was in front of her - the birth of a new tradition, and the first of many such celebrations.
Her hands grasped the handles of the cup when the final member of her team reminded her of their presence. Static crackled and she felt a collar being wrapped around her neck, the metal clasp snapping shut as she reached up a hand in shock. It was thick, dark leather and it fit comfortably around her neck as if measured just for her, held together by a heavy, steel clasp that must have used an internal lock as her grasping fingers couldn't find any way to disengage it - which meant she was stuck wearing it for as long as Zip wanted it on her. Which was thrill enough to make her groan out softly, her finger sliding down to the bit of coldness she felt at the hollow of her throat. The collar wasn't just leather, there was a metal plate on the front as well, her fingers feeling something stamped into the metal that she couldn't quite identify. Leaning forward, she peered at her distorted reflection in the gold of the cup to try and make sense of what she was feeling.
It was a symbol of Venus, she realized, with the top circle turned into a stylized Pokeball. A very fitting symbol for a girl who had fucked her way across the region. It was a trophy all of her own, bestowed upon her by the Pokemon who loved her so very much. She wasn't sure when or how they'd gotten it made, but she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment. It was perfect, and she loved it.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaking as she looked up from her reflection and at her spent team "Thank you all so much, I... I love you guys." Tears sparkled in her eyes, and it was almost a beautiful moment if you ignored the stench of sex, the smeared makeup, and the steaming trophy caked and filled with cum.
But the team wasn't done yet, they'd been promised a tradition, and while they may have been spent they wanted the entirety of their reward. Static crackled as, with an almost apologetic buzz, Zip seized the front of Abby’s new collar with their magnets and yanked her down, plunging her beneath the surface of the thick, steaming cum. Bubbles rose up on either side of her head, thick and gooey as she struggled for breath, gagging and hacking as she sucked in a lungful of muck rather than air in her surprise. The taste was thick in her mouth, bitter and salty, filling her conscious brain as she struggled and bubbled. They only held her for a moment, letting her yank back with a desperate gasp and a series of wracking, shaking coughs that splattered cum across the rim of the cup and back into the oozing lake. Her face was a mess, covered beneath a thick layer of gooey spunk that looked to be at least an inch thick, hiding her features as it slowly oozed downward. Her hair was soaked, a sodden blue-white mass that slapped welly against her shoulder blades, tangled and clumped as it dripped cum onto the floor.
"Asshole!" She laughed, hands wiping at her eyes, trying to clear the thick sheets of cum so she could see again. She was just managing to blink her eyes clear, gummy strands clinging and connecting her eyelashes when Zip shoved her right back into the thick pool of cum, watching a few bubbles rise as she struggled and sputtered in outrage.
This time, there was no chance for her to see, her face absolutely lost beneath a thick sheet of white when he let her up, gasping and coughing. Her hands, smeared thickly with cum already, were useless to try and clear the gunk from her eyes. Blindly, she held up a finger to Zip, the Magnezone buzzing in amusement as his trainer was left blind, left only with her sense of taste and smell, both flooded by bitter, salty cum.
“Maaaaaaag,” Zip warned, reaching out with magnetic bands and grasping the trophy.
The cup slowly lifted to her mouth, her hands blindly groping and finding the handles, holding it still against her lips as Zip carefully started to tilt the trophy. The contents were so thick that, for a moment, they didn't even shift as the cup was tilted, viscous fuckmuck fighting against the pull of gravity. But slowly, with a wet noise, the gooey lake of semen began to shaft, oozing toward Abby's trembling, lipstick smeared dickpillows. She groaned softly as the advancing wave washed across her tongue, sucking up the tar-like pokespunk and gulping it down, her throat working as the clingy semen seemed to fight against her, coating her throat as it slowly slid down into her belly. But there was no time to savor it, no time to enjoy the bitter, salty taste of her team's mingled cum, because Zip was still tilting the cup further and further up, and the flow was increasing.
It washed across her cheeks, pouring off the rim of the cup to splatter across her breasts, frosting the mocha softness with rich layers of creamy white. It spilled down into her cleavage, turning it into a sticky, messy morass of hot cum, and trickled down her stomach, following the faint definition of her abdominals. Definition that was slowly disappearing as she chugged mouthful after mouthful of dense cum, tilting her head back to allow the thick fucksludge to simply pour down her throat as she tried to keep up. Even as pints were wasted, flowing past her mouth to decorate her skin and puddle on the ground beneath her, there seemed to be no end to the amount she had to drink. Her Pokemon had given her every drop they could manage, and their combined efforts had to be in the gallons.
But Abby did her best to gulp it all down, even as her stomach ached and swelled, bulging outward as she ate more than a heavy meal's worth of cream, slugging it down like she was a college girl being offered free shots. She ignored the pain and discomfort, even the growing need to breathe. Focusing instead on rewarding her team, their eyes watching her with rapt awe as she drained the trophy all the way to the end. It wasn’t completely empty when she finally pulled her lips away, gasping and hacking for breath between hiccups and small burps that made cum bubble from the corners of her lips, but that was only because her Pokemon had produced such thick cum that it clung stubbornly to the inside of the trophy, holding out even against gravity. So while she dipped a finger and ran it along the cup’s inside rim, Abby considered it a job well down.
“A toast,” she told her team, smiling stupidly as her hand rubbed her bloated, sloshing stomach. “To our victory - and to all those yet to come.” It was more cum than she’d ever taken, but already her Pokemon were hard again, her lascivious display leaving every one of them stiff as a board. There was a crackle of static, and Abby felt herself being dragged forward by her collar, tugged into a circle of cocks as they rubbed and prodded against her face.
Maybe another reward was in order. A champion could afford to take a day off.