I don't own street fighter
Technically Day 16: 3:45 AM... Jay slept deeply, buried into Pammy's chest as she cuddled him, also deeply snoozing as Sammy's big, bouncing pawg booty pushed against Jay's mid-back. The short-haired girl had tossed and turned in her sleep all night... something about the bedsheets was grating on her skin... but her ass was still nice and smooth on Jay's body as her mouth adorably hung open and she dozed on. Occasionally... snoring.
"SNORT! Mmmn..." smacking her lips but waking her sister Pammy, who scowled at her irately. Her gaze slid down her sister's sexy, muscular back to the thick pawg booty decorated by an American themed thong. Raised her hand and-
SMACK!
"NGh!" Sammy suddenly rolled off the bed onto the floor with a loud THUMP. Her pretty short-haired head slowly rose up into view, glaring at her sister who scoffed and cuddled Jay again. If Sammy could wake her up, Pammy could do the same. Sammy's nostrils flared as she crawled back into bed, and flicked Pammy's nose with a finger.
Pammy pouted, her nose crinkling slightly before she let go of Jay and tried to flick Sammy back only for them to start slapping each other's hands in the air in their not so silent argument. Jay suddenly moaned, yawned, and rolled over slightly in his sleep. The girls froze, watching him for a second as he buried his face sleepily into Sammy's breasts.
"Mmn..." he mumbled, the girls watching him quietly, before Sammy slapped Pammy's hand and Pammy slapped her back and they started up all over again as Jay slept on. How they managed to not disturb him with their movements who knows... but maybe it's because they're incredibly attractive super clones with gorgeous bodies, cute looks and an insatiable sex drive and urge to please? And anyone dumb enough to try and ruin lying in bed with them needs to be slapped across the dick?
...Nah that can't be it.
The slap-flapping of hands above Jay did not disturb him in the slightest. So perhaps he was simply just exhausted to the point that his body would decide that he sleep than anything. Considering this is the first bed he's been in, in a long time, perhaps his body just shut down... But after a while the sisters stopped fighting each other, and rolled off the bed leaving Jay undisturbed despite the fact that his face was buried between Sammy's breasts. The twins glared at each other on opposite sides of the motel bed, then stopped, looking down at their stomachs as they rumbled.
Ah. They were hungry... Pammy frowned, rubbing her stomach before staring at her sister, who returned the look and agreed to a truce to get something to eat from the jeep. Not like they could go somewhere and buy something.
The language barrier had nothing on the girls just... not speaking. They could walk to the jeep without any trouble, grab a few meals, and head right back to Jay and their room, right? No problems necessary.
Two extraordinarily attractive blonde twin's with THICK pawg backsides and firm big breasts won't draw attention to themselves in flag themed bikini's walking to a Jeep and into their skuzzy motel room... not at all.
So even in the middle of the early morning, a pair of sexy blondes are going to be noticed. Sammy and Pammy, with not intent to do so, sexy walked from their room to behind the motel into the parking lot. They had disassembled their tent while Jay got their room, and covered the jeep with it... like a car covering. Sammy and Pammy got to the back of the jeep, and quickly looked at each other.
Sammy scoffed suddenly as if they came to a decision before she lifted the tarp and slipped under it, her big backside wobbling as she fiddled with their food box.
"Mew..." Pammy, quickly losing interest in looking at her sister's wiggling, wobbling ass, let her attention wander to the calico kitty cat now rubbing her body against her leg. Pammy... was... COMPELLED... to pet the kitty. Pammy smiled sweetly, squatted down on her heels, and began to scratch and rub the adorable cat as it purred loudly, rubbing its head into her hand.
Speaking of hands...
Sammy and Pammy, both not paying attention, didn't notice the wandering drunks walking, stumbling and laughing through the parking lot. The bars were closing, and they had work in the morning after all... and with the suspiciously devastating blow the mercenaries had taken recently they felt a little bolder... and maybe harder.
Seeing a presented fat ass sticking out of a jeep, and an equally sized ass squatting on the lot, they approached them. Thinking the women dressed the way they are had to be whores. So they decided they might be worth what was left of their drinking money.
Speaking Swahili
"Look at the size of that ass! And there's two of them!" chuckled one of the three, wobbling over to the girls... they were beneath their notice, and not a threat. They had more important things to care about than a trio of drunks. Like breakfast, and a cute kitty.
"Let's see if they're selling. Because I like what I'm seeing!"
"They have to be, look at how they're dressed. Guaranteed whores right there... actually they look like that famous blonde world warrior. The one that's dressed like a swimsuit model." Apparently that drunk was far more sober then expected.
"That one DOES have a sweet ass... wait... are we talking about the Chinese one? Or the blonde?"
"They both have sweet asses... If I had the opportunity I would RUIN those cock teasing girls for other men! Guess we're just going to have to settle for these little foreign whores instead." Bold Drunk soon approached Sammy's displayed ass, Smart Drunk and Average Drunk seemed to be arguing about whether Chun Li or Cammy's ass was superior before Bold Drunk raised his hand, and SMACKED Sammy's ass hard. "Hey Whore. How much for a suck?!"
Sammy had jumped upright, slipping furiously from the tarp and glaring at the Bold Drunk as she held a trio of MRE packs. Pammy, also surprised by the Bold Drunk, suddenly shot up. "Hey! Their faces look just as good as their asses!" laughed average drunk as Bold Drunk grinned at Sammy.
"Well? How much for a-" Sammy's spun, and her foot SMASHED against Bold Drunk's face, sending him flying back and dropping onto the pavement. Twitching and moaning... but still alive. Surprisingly, somebody smacking her ass wasn't a death sentence... perhaps they only applied lethal force appropriately.
"HMPH!" Sammy scoffed, ignoring the unconscious and lucky to be alive bold drunk and sexy walking away with Pammy, and Cat... who followed the beautiful twins all the way back to the bedroom. It didn't even matter that the motel didn't allow cats... But to be fair the workers were too busy staring at a perfectly set pair of blonde Pawg booty.
Sammy and Pammy began prepping the MRE's the cat who had followed them mewling adorably around Pammy's feet as Jay moaned... apparently cat sounds were disturbing enough to wake him up and not twins 'fighting' with him between them. "Mmn? Is that a cat?" he mumbled, slowly sitting up and blinking blearily. "Where's the cat-WHOA!"
Pammy had grabbed and held the cat right in his face to show him. He was so startled he rolled off the bed and hit the floor. THUMP. "...Ow. Where did you two get that?" he asked as they blinked at him, tilting their heads to the side as they often did when he asked them a question they couldn't, or wouldn't answer. Even the cat joined in with the head tilting.
"Mew."
"Why... why am I asking you two?" he mumbled tiredly, he often forgot that the twins were expressive, not verbal. "Well put the cat outside we can't just..." but as he said it, Pammy clutched the cat to her chest, pouting at him with big, ironically, puppy dog eyes as Jay melted at her gaze and sighed sadly. "...FINE we can keep the cat... it seems friendly enough." He mumbled, petting the kitty as it cooed into his hand as he rubbed her head. He always liked cats...
...Considering Sammy and Pammy both ACT like cats... it might explain a lot. Sammy, however, caught his attention by shoving an MRE of instant eggs into his hands. He blinked at it and sat down on the bed. "It's a little early to eat breakfast." He mumbled, but the girls and the cat, both went back to eating, watching him curiously as he sighed. "Fine..." he began eating, then paused, "...Wait did you two walk to the Jeep? Like that?" he asked, looking at their sexy bikini bodies as they tilted their heads at him again... the cat didn't participate this time she was sleeping in Pammy's lap.
It was so big and soft, that the Cat had plenty of room. Pammy stroked her kitty as it purred... Jay sighed, "...Well I guess everything's fine... you just went to the Jeep and back right?" he asked as the pretty twins both nodded, smiling sweetly. "Right..." he ate his eggs. Then put the MRE tray down, "I'm going to go back to sleep though. It's too early. He yawned and lay back down in the bed...
The girls, who had finished eating before him both crawled back into bed and surrounded him. "Mmgh!" he mumbled as the girls giggled, squeezing him again as he sighed between a set of very soft and loving breasts. "...I guess I've grown accustomed to sleeping with you two anyway..." he replied as the Cat leaped onto the bed, curling up between his feet and purring softly as he sighed. "...And at least my feet are warm." He paused, "...Actually what are we calling the cat? I need to think up a name don't I?" he mumbled sleepily, his eyes slowly closing as the twin's nearly identical heartbeats lulled him to sleep.
Elsewhere.
In Swahili
"What the fuck happened to you?" asked the massive muscular man dismissively as he flexed his massive muscles and continued his curls. The large Lion face tattooed on his back glistened with sweat.
"A hooker kicked me in the face!" Bold Drunk slurred because his jaw was painfully swollen, also he might be missing a few teeth
"Why did you let a hooker kick my brother in the face?" he eyed Smart Drunk and Average drunk, nervously twitching off to the side, significantly less drunk now and fearfully sober.
"...We're actually not sure if they were hookers..."
CLANG
The Lion tattooed man easily tossed the 50-pound dumbbell onto the floor as he stood up, towering over the trio as he held out a hand and was promptly handed a towel by a gorgeous curly-haired Nubian woman wearing spandex so tight she might as well have been naked, one of MANY such women in the gym. Along with a half dozen other men dressed casually, but also armed with machetes and each wearing a distinctive orange furred armband...
He wiped himself down with the towel until the sweat on his muscular body was wiped away and he tossed the towel onto Average drunk... either using him as a towel rack or just sick of looking at him as he put his attention onto Smart Drunk, glaring at him before turning his attention to another attractive nubian woman in spandex, unlike the one who handed him a towel she was completely bald but just as gorgeous. "Take my idiot brother to my doctor." He ordered before turning to Bold Drunk and adding coldly to him. "DO. NOT. TOUCH. MY LIONESS." He warned, and his brother shuddered, nodding his understanding before letting her lead him away.
All the women in the gym were his 'Lionesses'. They tended to his needs and HIS alone, the men were his soldiers, they did what he told them to do. He sat down on his bench, snapping his fingers as a trio of Lionesses surrounded him, two black girls and a buxom blonde... all of his women were gorgeous, though admittedly most of them dark-skinned African women.
Nobody was allowed to touch the Lionesses but him, they were his secretaries, his nurses, his trainers, his cooks, his toys... and the last time someone did they found out what the inside of their own ass looked like with their own eyes. That's why the Red Viper Mercenaries left him and his people alone...
The Lion of Leone... which was technically the Lion of Lion... Some fighters become world warriors, others become underground criminal kingpins... technically some become both, he was the second. He inhaled deeply as the other two drunks fidgeted in fear. Though one of them shivered in fear AND there was a smelly, sweaty towel covering his head.
As his Lionesses massaged his muscles he glared at Smart Drunk. "What did this hooker look like?"
"Blonde... pretty? Short hair? Wearing an american bikini... big butt? There were two of them, but she was the only one kicked him in the face." Smart Drunk replied, "They both went right back into the motel."
The Lion of Leone opened his mouth and one of his Lionesses squirted water accurately into it, he swished it around his mouth before swallowing it. "...Get the car, get my clothes." He ordered coldly. "I guess I need to clean up my idiot brother's mess." Smart Drunk and Towel Drunk immediately rushed out to follow his commands as he stretched his neck, feeling the Lionesses massaging his tensing muscles.
Guess his workout today is going to be an ass kicking instead of weights.
End