Something slice of life that I tend to write in my spare time. Maybe webnovel viewers will enjoy it :) Side Note: I almost didn't post it here I couldn't find a cover that wasn't 'inappropriate'.
I don't own Street Fighter
Jason 'Jay' Jameson was an admittedly flawed man with good intentions. He was young and foolish and he thought he was saving the world when he was recruited straight out of college to work for an environmental company… but he learned very quickly that it was a lie. At least 90% of it was a lie
He was taken in by a charismatic sale, but now he was enslaved to Shadaloo. The first few weeks were good and carefree, he thought they were developing new and exciting methods of preserving ecological environments… but then he started to realize that he was trapped on the grounds. He wasn't allowed to leave, to go home… he had all of his basic needs provided for… apart from companionship of any kind.
But then he saw some of his coworkers gunned down by Shadaloo security, as well as famous World Warrior assassin and known masked Killer Vega informing them in no uncertain terms to work until they die… which he himself would be glad to speed up.
For one year. He slaved under Shadaloo for one grueling and horrific year under the boot of Vega and his 'dolls': beautiful women enslaved to the whims of Shadaloo… until he was the only scientist of his 'year' left alive… fresh 'converts' would arrive monthly by plane to one of the many private islands Shadaloo occupied… there was no hope, and the only upside was at least he got to look at the dolls. Walking around in tight revealing clothing with impressively appealing figures.
All it really did was confirm his loneliness and filled his dreams with lustful thoughts…
He was a wet dream away from just letting Shadaloo end his foolish life then and there rather than serve one more day under a narcissistic masked asshole and his megalomaniac dictator boss… when everything just sort of fell into his lap.
One careless guard, one disinterested Vega, and a small plane just sitting out on a runway… he was in the air before the alarms were going off and flying westward away from the island laughing the whole way before finally remembering that he didn't know how to fly a plane… much less land one…
But he was free of Shadaloo… and he ran out of fuel somewhere on the southwest side of the Sahara. He had ingloriously crashed into a mountain of sand, so at least that cushioned his landing… but he didn't have much in the way of supplies. At least three days of water and food if he rationed well, a single semi-automatic pistol with only 12 bullets… and some leather material to at least makeshift himself a protective hat from the sun… but his prospects were slim.
He spent the day in the crashed airplane, traveling at night further southwest in an attempt to at least try and get out of the desert but he grossly miscalculated his own stamina. Exhausted he continued his trek growing increasingly dehydrated… finally, after clambering over a particularly tall mountain of sand… he stared down… and found his own tracks ahead of him…
He had somehow walked in a circle…
Defeated and without any hope of being rescued by someone who wouldn't immediately kill him afterward, he dropped to his knees in the sand and fell forward. TING!
"Ow!"
…He rubbed his shoulder and blinked where he had landed. It was… some sort of metal. He brushed his hands over the dune, digging and brushing away like a desperate archeologist before finally, he revealed the top of a long weather warn circular hatch. "…Ha…" he laughed, "Ha-ha-ha!" almost MAD with his luck… but groaned unhappily.
…The hatch was marked with a symbol of Shadaloo, a winged skull with a lightning bolt on its forehead. It was a Shadaloo BUNKER… in the metaphorical middle of the Sahara? Seriously… he found no lock, or keypad… just the handle of the hatch that he gripped tightly with his hands and twisted the circular handle, it creaked and groaned, unhappy at being disturbed but with one final heave, Jay yanked the hatch open, and was immediately greeted with cool air.
He sighed in relief at the feeling, but hesitated… the cool air kept coming out. Clearly whatever was in the bunker was still functioning, but the hatch hadn't been touched in years… should he risk it? Did he have any other choice? He slipped his legs into the hatch before sliding down the ladder, pausing then grabbing the lid to seal it shut behind him. His sweaty, heat-exhausted body was cooled by the circulated air. He climbed steadily down the ladder, for at least an entire minute… before finally reaching the darkened bottom of the shaft…
He briefly let his hands wander the darkness, quickly finding walls in three directions but the fourth had a large circular handle like the hatch above… he's come this far. So he twisted it… and pulled the door open… then realized it was a push, and pushed it in.
It didn't creak nearly as ominously as the hatch but the second it swing open wide there was a loud bang and click, Jay jumped but slowly the ceiling illuminated with fluorescent light and lit up the bunker. "…My god." He breathed in a sort of horrified awe…
Two dozen large cylindrical tubes filled with bodies floating like pickles. "My god." He breathed softly, approaching one and wiping away the dust to clearly see the occupants. He was a large muscular man, with distinct physical features… he walked away and cleared more dust from another tube. The same man, but slightly different… they shared features but only subtle ones, they were clearly brothers or perhaps, more accurately, clones. Flawed ones at that…
Because if they were trying to clone M. Bison, these clones could probably be more accurately passed off as sons, rather than exact matches. Jay frowned, but he stepped away from the pods… they were clearly off. A majority of the pods seemed to be but the bunker clearly had power so… were they only in stasis? He walked down the rows of pods and found a computer station…
It was an old model computer, 20 or 30 years old at least were these clones down here all this time… he sat down and activated the computer hoping to get some sort of answer… He was surprised but quite relieved to find that it still worked. He tried some standard functions, then ran a diagnostic… immediately the screen began to respond.
Pod 001 – Deceased
Pod 002 – Deceased
Pod 003 – Deceased
And so on and so forth, in red lettering
As he suspected the clones were dead. It was a shame, honestly…
Pod 023 – Active
Pod 024 – Active
He looked at it surprised, it was clear in bright green lettering out of 24 pods 2 were still functional, he looked around and stood up. Quickly counting the pods, noticing the identification numbers and- "Here we go." He put his hand on the glass of Pod 023 and wiped away the coating of dust. "…Oh."
That was NOT a Bison clone… at least physically.
She looked to be asleep, with short blonde hair and a beautiful face… He knew her from watching the world warrior tournament. Cammy something… Cammy White? The physical features were similar but clearly, once again, distinct. He then wiped away more dust and found her wearing a dark green bikini "…Oh." She certainly had the body of Cammy White, a very… distinct posterior… and a modest big shapely bust. And despite probably having never moved a day in her life she had powerful muscles and six-pack abdominals. "…Huh…" he stepped away, then moved over to Pod 024 repeating the process…
"…Another Cammy clone." He breathed, this one was wearing a green one-piece, and her hair was long and tied in two distinct braids in Cammy's classic haircut, thanks to the hair she looked far more identical to Cammy but was clearly a twin to pod 023. Both of them didn't have her distinct cheek scar.
…Two, twin, beautiful clone Dolls. He rubbed his forehead… and walked away from the pods, turning to head back to the computer only to find a door off to the side… already in far too deep, literally in an underground bunker, he approached the door, and opened it up. He was thankful at least that he didn't find any bodies but it appears to be a bunk room, two sets of bunk beds, along with a kitchen, storage… and a shower and bathroom?
He blinked surprised at the contents of the small living space, approaching the cabinets and opening them tentatively. He breathed a HUGE sigh of exasperated relief, laughing as he reached in and grabbed one of the many packets he found.
MREs! Hundreds of them! He opened more and more packets, laughing madly at the discovery of the life-saving food before quickly moving to the bathroom and shower, turning it on… and breathing a gasping sigh as she was splattered with water. He quickly turned it off… then returned to the computer.
He ran more and more diagnostics on the bunker itself. It WAS abandoned but it ran on a psycho-power generator… evil, sure, but you can't deny the clean energy.
Water purification was still functional, there were enough MREs left in storage to feed a party of four three meals a day for three years. The A/C was still functional… a minor but beautiful thing when trapped in the SAHARA… the bunker used to receive regular supply drops but judging from its current state it hasn't had one in years…
In the end, Jay, relieved at another day of survival, settled down in the bunkroom for a decent rest, meal, and shower… he stripped down to his underwear and slept happily for an entire day… but once he had fully recovered himself… he returned to the clone room and the computer, trying to extract information from it… but the closest thing to the internet it got was some Shadaloo satellites that were LONG shot out of space. Probably some sort of communication, which might explain the state of the bunker. Its occupants long abandoned it once they realized nobody was listening and supplies weren't going to come…
And they certainly didn't bother to wake the clones. And one after the other the pods malfunctioned, or some other unforeseen issue led to the deaths of the Bison copies… why M. Bison wanted copies of himself Jay would never guess… perhaps M. Bison wanted a son? Or daughter judging from the state of the Cammy Copies… which was a whole new question he didn't want to broach.
He knew that Cammy White used to be the operative 'Killer Bee' leader of the Dolls before Vega took over once she left Shadaloo… he also heard rumors that she was the 'favored doll' of M. Bison himself… whatever that may imply. Jay found himself often making passing glances at the two surviving Cammy copies… and he admittedly had thoughts… two beautiful blondes floating in tanks in very revealing swimsuits…
Bikini Cammy and One-Piece Cammy were wearing thongs, and they were tight… those magnificent backsides were clearly on display… He spent three days in the bunker, silently glancing at the two, and playing solitaire on the computer, after looking through many of the files… Someone had hidden the game, probably from Shadaloo superiors… He had made himself comfortable in the bunker but there wasn't much to do all on his lonesome. He had found a chess set, but again he was the only one, there were no books or television… nothing.
Solitaire, sleeping, eating, or looking at the clone girls. Bikini Cammy and One-Piece Cammy…
On the fourth day he named them. Bikini Cammy with the Short hair was 'Sammy' and One-Piece Cammy with the long-braided pigtails was 'Pammy'… Yes, he had terrible naming instincts. But to his credit, he was suffering from intense loneliness. And he was becoming increasingly convinced that he wasn't getting out of the bunker anytime soon… He had tried to refill his canteens and try to find some civilizations but a sandstorm stopped that plan in its tracks and it's been off and on ever since…
If he left now, alone… he'd probably would not be able to get back safely… and while lonely in the bunker, at least he was comfortable.
But that loneliness was getting to him… intense loneliness… so… damn lonely… in a weaker moment, he returned to the pod room and using Sammy as his image he ejaculated all over her glass pod… the sexual relief and fantasy of the beautiful blondes tending to his needs was too much to resist… but now that he was cleaning his mess… he regretted it…
…It was a week in the bunker and Jay was so bored and unbearably lonely, he kept trying to put a red queen over a red king on his solitaire game… the reason WHY it wasn't working was obvious, but he kept doing it… over and over… until he finally, stopped and rubbed his face. sliding his hands down and groaning bitterly… his gaze once again lingering on Sammy and Pammy. Blissfully and beautifully sleeping in their tank pods…
…They were Dolls, they were killing machines… he should just leave them alone. He should just LEAVE the bunker… but he sighed… and turned to the computer.
Die of starvation or die to the dolls? Maybe, mercifully, they won't kill him and he will at least have some company? He tapped away at the computer and found the proper functions.
Pod Activation number(s)?
023
024
y/n? Y
There was a loud click, and hiss and suddenly the pods began to drain of the tank fluid… Jay stood up and stood before them as synchronized they oozed slowly down into drains beneath their feet. Sammy and Pammy stood straight-backed and upright in the pods, dripping with viscous clear fluid… their beautiful bodies soaked and clinging to their breasts… their bodies unmarred by scars or scratches, another thing they didn't share with Cammy… but he didn't care.
The pods hissed, and the glass slowly sunk into the floor leaving the two bodies standing perfectly still as he looked at them both concernedly. Preparing himself for the worst…
Four beautiful blue eyes opened up, then turned their attention to him… he hesitated, looking between them. "…Hello?" he said hesitantly. Sammy and Pammy didn't respond, standing at attention before him. "…Do you understand me?" he asked patiently as the girls continued to stare at him. But then they both nodded. "Oh… that's… okay. Do you have names?" he asked as the girls hesitated again, then looked at each other, tilting their heads curiously as they viewed each other and returning their attention to him. Shaking their heads. "Oh… alright then."
…Well. Might as well, right?
"Your name is Sammy." He said pointing at Sammy. "And you're Pammy." He said pointing to Pammy. "I'm Jay." He said, but they seemed completely indifferent to everything. "And… I activated you two." Covered in gooey fluid he was unable to tear his eyes away from their glistening bodies. "I guess you should clean up… follow me." He said, leading them into the bunk room and turning the shower on for the girls. "Here you go." They stared at him, "Just… clean up?"
…He wondered if he was going to have to take care of them, but Sammy and Pammy entered the shower and let the water spray the fluids off their gorgeous bodies. His brain melted as he gazed at their MASSIVE asses coated with soap and water… ignoring the massive erection he was sporting as they continued their first shower.
Pammy apparently had finally had enough of showering, getting out of the shower before her sister and dripping wetly across the floor as Jay quickly grabbed a towel, and began to dry her off. "Here you got to dry off… first." He said as she took the towel, looking him right in the eyes as she continued to dry herself off. Joined by Sammy, rubbing their sensual bodies together with the towel between them as Jay watched.
…This was a good idea.
They then stared at him, tilting their heads in sync to the side as he cleared his throat, but Pammy, holding the towel, then tossed it toward him… it hung off his obvious erection as he glance down, cleared his throat, and turned around. "So… uh… how about I show you two how to play chess?"
He realized quickly that Sammy and Pammy both had an understanding of basic functions. Eating, drinking, and basic human needs. But they didn't speak despite their understanding… which was odd but he could deal with it as long as he had someone to keep him company. He taught them to play chess, and they both got a quick understanding of it. He played both Sammy, and Pammy once each, beating them the first time… and then he never won again.
Their ability to play chess quickly outdid his own, in every game afterward he lost outright to either one of them. Their first day was spent just playing chess, Pammy was always white, and Sammy was always black… and they were evenly matched, playing long after he went to sleep…
When he woke up however he was in nerd heaven. A pair of buxom curvaceous blonde beauties were in his bed, Pammy on his left and Sammy on his right, using his shoulders as pillows as his arms had subtly wrapped around their slender waists and rested on their… WIDE childbearing hips. He had two handfuls of 'dat ass' and he didn't know how to react except instinctively… his erection growing harder. His hands subtly squeezed their majestic asses… they were so soft but firm… the twins moaned arousingly as his fingers flexed in their meaty asses.
Nuzzling against him like cats demanding attention… how could a man resist two beauties like them sleeping in a very small bed? Getting to final fistfuls of their big butts he released them, sliding his hands out from beneath the supple bodies as they moaned disagreeably. With some care, but no skill he managed to get out from between them and flop onto the floor… right onto his erection.
"Ow!" he hissed angrily, getting off the ground, "Ow ow ow!" cradling his hurt pride as he hobbled into the bathroom leaving the two twins to cuddle each other in his absence. He turned on the water to the shower and went to tend to his morning business… mostly relieving the tension in his morning wood…
…It wasn't hard, with the feeling of Pammy and Sammy's asses still in his memory it didn't take him long to relieve himself. Shooting out into the shower with a contented sigh and groaning quietly… the filtering system in the bunker was marvelous for the time it must have been made… and for being funded by a terrorist organization. Probably stolen from a space program or something…
He finished up, rinsed off, then turned around- "Ah! Sammy?!" he gasped in surprise noticing the short-haired bikini-clad Sammy standing directly behind him in the shower. She curiously glanced up and down his body… and he suddenly felt very vulnerable. "Wh-what are you-ooooh." He froze as Sammy grabbed at his genitals… gazing down at it curiously as she caressed and stroked his cock. "Haah… Ah…" he groaned longingly as the beautiful woman caressed him…
It's been so long since he was with a woman that he didn't care that she was essentially 'born yesterday'… or the fact that she clearly knew what she was doing. Perhaps it wasn't difficult to figure out what the clones of Cammy were used for in the long run? Potentially it was ingrained into some kind of subliminal programming and- "Oh God!" Jay cried out happily as Sammy dropped to her knees, opening her mouth and quickly engulfing his penis with her lips.
"SLURP… SLURP…" her tongue slithering up and down his shaft as her blue eyes gazed cooly up at him. Her hands grabbed at his hips as her mouth slurped noisily. "SLURP! SLURP!" bobbing rapidly up and down on his shaft, unblinkingly gazing up at him as she deep-throated his erection. "SLURP." Her tongue lashed beneath his girth, sliding out to flick on his testicles as he groaned happily.
She pulled abruptly off his shaft, his cock twitching towards her open mouth as her tongue, sensually, flicked around her lips. Slowly, licked off the taste of his cock before she pressed her lips back to his tip, and slid them back over his head.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god… THANK YOU." He hissed happily, his hands reaching down to grab Sammy's beautiful head, just to hold onto it for dear life, her silky blonde hair rubbing on his palms as he bucked his hips into her mouth… faster, and faster. Sammy had no gag reflex, easily taking his average-sized length into her mouth sliding just a little down her throat and letting her tongue lick the water off his length. "Sammy you-" but he froze, noticing Pammy standing in the bathroom doorway, watching the scene with a small frown on her face… "P-Pammy… hold on a second." But Sammy buried her face into his crotch again and he moaned happily. "Oooh…"
Pammy strutted into the shower, and pressed her body to his, rubbing his chest before slowly extending her tongue and licking his face… before passionately sliding her tongue into his mouth, sucking out his saliva as Sammy tried to suck out his cum. He wrapped one arm around her waist on instinct, grabbing and squeezing her beautiful ass once more, he moaned into her mouth as she writhed against him. Rubbing her body against him as he caressed her ass cheeks and continued French kissing her.
Moaning into her lips as his cock twitched warningly between Sammy's. "Haah… aah!" he gasped, pushing Sammy off his erection as her lips slurped off his shaft. She gazed up at him as he focused his hands on her sister… until Sammy removed her top, exposing her busty chest as Jay gazed down at her chest, her tongue leaning out to lick at his shaft tentatively.
Jay managed to pry his lips from Pammy's lips, but Pammy seemed to enjoy his mouth far more than he enjoyed hers, continuing to kiss him and trying to catch his lips as Sammy stood up… also wanting a taste of his lips, kissing him before he could resist as Pammy removed her suit completely…
With Sammy still in her thong and Pammy completely naked they rubbed and ground against Jay as he whimpered uncomfortably as their wandering hands began to caress him, stroking his cock with their hands as they three-way kissed, their tongues writhing around each other first before slithering into his mouth. "Mmngh!" he moaned as they hungrily assaulted him again… "MMng-Sto… Stop… STOP!" he shouted as the girls obeyed… freezing as they gazed at him uncomfortably… their hands still on his cock.
He pushed their hands off his cock, it twitched and oozed pre-cum as he breathed heavily. He then swatted Sammy's butt, then Pammy's feeling his hands sink into their asses wonderfully before gripping them both and pushing them out together and back towards the beds…
He let go of Sammy before grabbing Pammy's face and forcefully kissing her as she hungrily swallowed his spit again, before he turned her around and threw her onto the bed. Pammy's big beautiful ass and dripping wet pussy wiggled behind her as he grabbed her waist and roughly slipped into her wonderful, warm snatch…
Pammy moaned… the first noise that she's made since being released from her pod. It was a longing croak, erotic and guttural. He ripped rhythmic grunts out of her body as he jackhammered against her rear, grunting and groaning as his lusts beat out his hesitation. Slamming fast and hard against Pammy's big beautiful ass, raising his hand to clap it loudly on her cheek. WHAP!
The clap echoed around the bunker as he reached up and grabbed her pigtails, yanking them back as her head ached up and she released more guttural moans of pleasure with the constant smacking of his hips on her ass cheeks. She didn't resist, or move, she lay on the bed and took his hair-pulling fucking. Her insides clung tightly to his throbbing erection, sucking him inside her as she shuddered and trembled… her big beautiful ass rippling enticingly for him to go faster and deeper.
"You feel amazing Pammy! You feel so good!" he praised her as she tensed up, squeezing his cock. "You like it like this don't you Pammy?" only getting grunts of pleasure from her ached back, he pulled her hair back hard. Burying his cock into her before trying to pull out, letting go of her hair and pulling his cock to the tip, "Uugh!" he unleashed his load inside her but quickly ripped away, coating her quivering pussy with the rest… sighing softly. He slapped his hand gently into Pammy's quivering ass… spreading her to look at the mess he made…
He let go of her ass and sat beside her panting, trembling body… post-nut clarity returned only to see Sammy look him dead in the eyes, and bury her face into Pammy's pussy. Licking his cum up with loud, obvious slurps, gazing at Jay from between her sister's huge ass… like the sun rising over the horizon… or an ocean as Pammy's ass rippled and quivered against Sammy's face. Sammy gripped her sister's ass, both of them moaning sensually together as Sammy cleaned Pammy up. Pulling slowly away from a now clean Pammy Sammy crawled in front of Jay, and opened her mouth, slurping his rising erection again as Jay groaned.
Sammy's hand wrapped around his cock and she rapidly slurped on his tip. Jay moaned softly, "I-…" he moaned. "I suppose it's not fair to give your sister all that attention… huh?" Sammy just kept sucking on his cock, slurping lovingly as she kept eye contact with him. Jay's hands clapped onto Sammy's head as his pre-cum oozed onto her tongue, she opened her mouth to show him what he gave her before quickly swallowing it and licking her lips invitingly.
Jay rested his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently over onto the floor, lifting her legs and folding them over as she gazed placidly at him, feeling his cock slide into her pussy she moaned blankly but erotically in his face. He delved his cock into her, bouncing off her powerful body she clung tightly to him as he rapidly pumped away on her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes as he pounded into her, clenching and grinding his teeth together as he fell on top of her. Moaning into her chest as she moaned softly…
Her flexible legs bounced on his shoulders and her toes curled in pleasure as she bucked her hips up into his thrusts. "Sammy… SAMMY!" he groaned eagerly as Sammy cooed almost affectionately… "I'm gonna cum!" he declared, speeding up, faster, deeper, harder…
He's seen those muscles she could take it. And she wanted too, her insides sucking him in as she caressed his head sultrily. "Ugh! Ugh!" he grunted, arching his head back as he threw his hips forward, Pammy suddenly looming over him and kissing him lovingly again as he filled her sister with sperm. "Mmngh!" he caressed Pammy now as she practically tackled him off of Sammy, they flopped onto the floor together with her on top of him… "Moww!" he groaned into her lips but immediately focused on her lips again. "More." He moaned happily as Pammy complied eagerly. He lay on the floor and she mounted him, sitting on his lap as she shook her head, pigtails bouncing about as she slid him into her body. Resting her hands on his chest, before bouncing up and down on his lap. "Ugh… UGH YES! Thank you GOD!" he praised happily as her insides massaged his girth.
Sammy's pussy oozed as she finally allowed her legs to unfold, lying on the floor briefly before rolling over and almost slithering between his legs, slurping his testicles into her mouth as Pammy continued to ride him, cowgirl. Moaning sensually as her big breasts bounced tantalizingly on her chest, her braided pigtails hanging over her shoulders down her front, bouncing like horse reigns as he reached up and grabbed them, but didn't pull on them, grunting and groaning happily as the twins continued their sexual playtime. Sammy moaned longingly on his balls, Pammy panting excitedly as her head rolled back and she released an animalistic moan.
She dropped onto Jay's lap, shuddering in pleasure as she caressed her muscular and lithe body. Cooing softly as Jay pulled her pigtails as she fell over submissively, lying on top of him as he quickly bucked his hips up into her body. She cooed and moaned encouragingly in his ears as Sammy continued to massage his sack with her tongue and lips. He slapped his hands onto Pammy's big beautiful rear, holding her down and roaring loudly in pleasure.
"YES! FUCK! YES!!" he declared happily as he filled Pammy's pussy once more. Sammy gummed his quivering balls as he pumped her sister full of his semen, moaning around his sack as her tongue swirled around them. "Haah… aaah…" he grabbed at a panting Pammy's head and forcefully kissed her as she moaned happily into his lips.
"Mmmn." Moaned Sammy longingly, continuing to suck on his sack as Pammy pried her lips from Jay's mouth and rolled over. POP! Sammy popped off his cock as, together, Sammy and Pammy kissed and licked his messy cock, Sammy's tongue dancing up his shaft before wrapping her lips longingly around the tip. "Mmnh…"
Sammy and Pammy licked and slurped on his shaft, Pammy's lips kissing his cock tenderly as Sammy suckled on his tip, their beautiful blue eyes gazing reverently at him with their big beautiful asses wobbling up behind them in the air like horny bitches. "Aah… AH!" Sammy slurped louder, faster, evidently she quickly learned what he liked, how he liked it, and Pammy was the same, slurping his shaft as it vanished and reappeared between Sammy's lips. He rested his hands on their head, shaking as he bucked towards the beautiful Sammy's face.
"I'm! CUMMING!!" he declared as Sammy and Pammy held him down, "Oh GOD!" he declared dramatically, shaking beneath them as she massaged, caressed, and slurped his cock… spilling his seed between Sammy's lips as she suckled his tip lovingly, licking his cum from his urethra and shuddering, savoring it like nectar before sharing with her sister. They cooed together, swapping his cum between their lips. Swallowing his semen before they gazed at him again… Pammy playfully flicked his limp cock as he panted for breath.
"…How about…" he groaned quietly, gaping at them as they seemed to study him seductively, crawling over him as he whimpered, but smiled cheerfully. "How about a game of chess?" he asked sheepishly as the two cooed seductively and cuddled with him again…
…Maybe living life in the bunker wouldn't be SO bad… he had a couple of years to figure it out. At least he wasn't lonely anymore. "At least we could eat breakfast first?" he mumbled as Sammy licked her lips and returned them to his cock as Pammy cooed affectionately and leaned towards his lips… kissing him lovingly again…
…He tried not to think about where those lips have been, as her kisses felt just as good as her sister on his cock…
End
This story was brought to you by ME! Snowwolf! Yeah. Been a while since I've done something 'original' on my own. But I wanted to celebrate Street Fighter's favorite big butt blonde... with two of them... now I've scratched that itch.
Yes I could've just used Decrapre and Cammy, but this felt more entertaining.
I want this story to feel like Tsunade's Nights Off, not a lot of story and I'll come back to it when I get the itches. Now if you excuse me I have to get back to commissions.