Side Story! – A Scoria Hot Night (18+)

Side Story! – A Scoria Hot Night (18+)

Washing up was easily Scoria's least favorite chore. She'd learned to keep herself amused while keeping the home in order, but there was nothing amusing about dishes. They had to be cleaned, and she would get her white fur wet doing it no matter how careful she was. As she ran the water, she gave a little derisive snort at the very concept of housework. Usually, she'd trick someone else into doing it, but Brandy was so thrilled about her new partners that keeping them from each other would have been cruel. Fenny was away being a genius in Motostoke, which was a shame because all Scoria had to do was bite Fenny's neck, breathe hot air down her spine, and the little sexpot would do anything Scoria asked.

Scoria sighed heavily, put on an apron to at least try to keep her white fur mane dry, and grabbed a scrubbing brush. She loved her family dearly, but she was a bit jealous everyone got to go off and have adventures. Her Bug spirit cried out to cause some mischief!

She was just about to dip her hands in the soapy water when a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in!" Scoria called as she tucked a lock of her long red hair behind her matching red curved horns. If life wanted to give her an excuse to put off the dishes, she would take it.

The sound of light drizzle echoed through the kitchen as the front door swung open. It'd started to spit down with rain outside, and the woman in the doorway had gotten caught out without an umbrella. Their beautiful long blonde hair lost some of its luster from the damp.

"Willow!" Scoria said, hand on her hip and dry scrubbing brush tapping her thigh. She had plenty of hip to cock, and she cocked them all the way for her. "Come in, sweetheart. Get warm and dry."

Willow was, as usual, perfectly proper about herself. She smoothed back her wet hair and tidied her clothes before pushing the front door shut and giving Scoria a polite nod. "Mrs. Joyce"

"Scoria, please." Scoria laughed, a deep throaty one with the crackling sound of a bonfire laced through. "You know last names are a human thing."

"Sorry, yes." Willow said, "Today's been a bit stressful. I hope I didn't offend."

"Of course not. Come, come on in. I'll make you a cup of tea."

No matter how rattled Willow was, she knew a cup of tea was not something you could refuse without a terribly good reason, so she came through to the kitchen and looked around at it surreptitiously as Scoria stood on her toes to get the kettle off the top shelf of the cabinet. If it showed off her butt, which was a damn good butt, then all the better.

"Is Brandy in?" Willow said as she pretended not to admire some incredibly Volcarona rear. "I'd like to give her some thanks."

"Busy," Scoria said. "You just missed her."

"Will she be long?"

Scoria laughed to herself and looked back at Willow with an impish smile. "First time in a warm bed with her new partners. She might be quick or all night. I've faith in my Larvesta it'll be the latter."

That got a blush out of Willow, making the Bug part of Scoria very smug with itself. Willow was a challenging lady to make blush for a lot of reasons.

"We can talk some and see if she tumbles out for air. How is Diana?" Scoria asked, picking out the biggest reason for Willow's lack of shame, her Falinks partner.

"Calming herself. She wanted to spend time with Maple, and I didn't want to be a distraction." Willow said, "You know how it is."

"Having six bodies is a little unique, even for Pokémon." Scoria said, "But I know how distracting it can be to have someone you love around. Does she still do that cute thing where she hugs herself when upset?"

Willow smiled, eyes glancing off to the side as she got lost in a memory of her partner. "She's moved up to kissing now, been working with her to help her love herself more. She barely argues with herself these days. Though Maple..."

"I heard," Scoria said as she returned with a teapot warmed by her own touch and poured Willow out a cup. "She bit off a lot going for someone like Mercury first."

"We've always encouraged her. Now we're worried that we didn't, maybe, raise her right doing that."

Scoria gave Willow a blue-eyed glare, freezing the woman mid-sip from the intensity of the glow in her blue eyes. It wouldn't do to let Willow think like this. "You know what Fenny and I are like?"

"Affectionate?"

Scoria preened her horns and gave Willow a dazzling smile. "That's the first thing you noticed?"

"Reminds me of Diana, she's always got a body to spare for me. Or two."

Scoria slid round the table to take a chair by Willow. Her wings fluttered out behind her, six of them all leaf-shaped and pulsing between bright red and oranges. She wrapped one around Willow, the heat of her wing sinking into the woman, soothing muscles and drying her hair. A Fire Type hug was hard to beat on a rainy day.

"I take it you had a point," Willow said, though she didn't object to the wing hug, tugging at the corner of it to pull it tighter around her. To Scoria's delight, she let out a soft sigh of relief as she let the warm blanket of heat wash over her.

"I did, but now I want you to guess it and say more nice things about me."

Willow leaned her head to bump it against Scoria's horn. "Your Bug is showing."

"Indulge me."

"Affectionate, driven."

"Driven?" Scoria's glowing blue eyes perked up. "A polite way of saying I'm a flirt?"

"Maybe. I've heard plenty of stories. You are very focused when you want a lady and even more so when you get her." Willow said, "I've got a colleague at work who is a little smitten by you."

Scoria would try to guess who, but there wasn't really anyone at the Gym she hadn't tumbled into bed, and they'd all come away with big smiles.

"Well, I'm not apologizing for that."

"Unapologetic, also a trait."

Scoria squeezed Willow with her wing for the cheek, the sharp intake of breath at the pressure as cute as any squeal.

"Well, since you're straying into mean, I suppose you were close," Scoria said as she tucked an arm around Willow's waist. "We get distracted, with work, with women, with life. But we tried to do the best for Brandy, and we weren't ever perfect."

Willow batted at Scoria's arm, but it was a weak effort. She quickly stroked her fingers through the thick white fur along Scoria's arm. "There's seven of us."

"Two" Scoria said, "Diana may have six bodies, but we've had tea together. She struggles to be in two places at once and loses focus the more spread her attention is."

"I know that, but she can be with Maple and me simultaneously. We got more hands than most families." Willow sighed. "We still let things slip."

"Brandy has nothing but nice things to say about Maple. Maybe found her a little annoying with how confident she was, but Brandy never suggested it wasn't earned."

Willow ducked her head, still refusing to accept it so Scoria pulled her into her lap and ran a hand along the slim woman's legs. "I do know another woman who can be annoyingly confident in her opinions, to her own detriment."

"Now who is being mean?" Willow said, digging her fingernails into Scoria's arm. Scoria bit her earlobe in response, teasing the nub between her teeth as Willow let a groan wallow in her throat.

"You know I'm right. You did your best. Thinking you can be perfect is how Maple got into so much trouble." Scoria said, "She's a wonderful daughter, faults and all, be proud of her."

Willow blushed and buried her face in Scoria's wings, the shame burning inside her warmer than the Volcarona's wings. The heat attracted both the Bug and Fire inside Scoria, getting a woman all worked up and embarrassed? Perfect.

"I can tell you you've been a bad girl if you like," Scoria growled in Willow's ear, her fingers scratching along Willow's thighs. "Punish you for being so awful."

"Only one person being awful here." Willow spread her legs, letting Scoria slide her fingers right past the hem of her skirt. "I'm not the one who needs punishing."

"I'm right here," Scoria whispered into Willow's ear. Her hot breath made Willow tremble as it flowed through her ear canal and enflamed her thoughts. Or so it felt anyway. "Do your worst."

"No, nothing physical like that. Stamina, strength," she trailed off and mumbled something under her breath. Scoria leaped on it as she ground their hips together and teased Willow with the bulge in her skirt.

"And?" Scoria smiled. "You're an educator, Willow. I expect a full answer."

Willow blushed even deeper, squeezing her eye shut so she didn't have to look at the grinning Scoria. Which just meant what she felt was more vivid. The firmness of the hard length Scoria pressed against her thigh, fingers with long nails that left teasing trails along her skin as they massaged Willow's sides. Scoria's hot breath washed over her face poured down her cleavage and made her sweat all the harder. She just couldn't hold out against it.

"Multi-orgasmic. I tend to come a lot." Willow tried to tail off, but Scoria's stare got the whole truth out of her. "Six times as much."

"And you're embarrassed about that?" Scoria laughed. "Willow! That's incredible. Fenny would be jealous. I'll have to take care not to break you."

"Liar. You're going to take full advantage of it. You're a flirt and a rascal."

Scoria flicked a web shot back to hit the end of her skirt and flicked it off herself with a quick tug. Willow craned her head to try to look at her ass and from how hard she bit her bottom lip, she liked what she saw.

"I was going to take full advantage of you no matter what, blondie, but it's good to know you're going to be cumming hard and often for me."

"You need the help?" Willow said and wilted back into the bed covers at Scoria's unamused look. But getting such a strong reaction spurred her on to keep teasing. "You're only one Pokémon, after all. I joined Turrfield Gym because I'm used to being in bed with a whole team."

Scoria couldn't fault Willow for her pride in her partner Diana. Any couple together for long enough tended to end up fiercely devoted to each other. Being bonded to a Falinks had to be a tough challenge. One that Willow seemed to relish, Maple probably had gotten her fearless attitude more from Willow herself than anything they'd taught her. But because Willow had a good reason to be proud didn't mean Scoria would accept second place. She was proud that she could make a woman melt underneath her, and Willow was a welcome challenge.

Scoria leaned forward, kissed Willow, and rolled her cock over her stomach. Scoria grabbed the bottom of Willow's shirt and pulled it up over Willow's head, revealing her toned body with a pair of nicely shaped breasts that hadn't shown even a bit of age and a tight stomach. The delightful perks of being with a Fighting Type. The head of her cock sketched out the lightly toned lines of Willow's stomach muscles and made the human shiver as she felt what was coming. Scoria was only a little above average when it came to size, but she had her own ways of breaking even the worst of size queens. Willow was wet and eager, which was perfect to finally get into the actual fucking. With enough buildup, you could rattle anyone's brain in their skull.

Willow gasped as Scoria pushed through her folds smoothly, filling her up and stretching her out. Her legs spread slightly, and she arched her neck back as Scoria pinned down her shoulders and let those Fighting gifted muscles squeeze down on her cock. Dripping wet and exquisitely tight, a combination that made Scoria's toes curl and wings flutter. She wanted to pound Willow, but pussy this good wouldn't make that easy.

"Now, where am I going to find a whole team?" Scoria teased and slowly pumped her hips, sliding through her tight lover and enjoying every bit of resistance. It was intense for both of them, Scoria's gasps and Willow's groans synching up perfectly. Their bodies were slick with sweat as the heat between them grew, Scoria was always warm, but she burned extra-hot when in a beautiful woman. Their skin slipped over each other as she dug deep into herself to draw out a Move.

Scoria's wings buzzed loudly behind her as Willow pawed at her side. Scoria slid her body over Willow's skin, her breasts pressed down on Willow's and kneaded, her hips rolled to stir her cock through Willow's wet insides. A slow, sensuous dance that tingled as Scoria's furiously beating wings built up speed. Willow's eyes were drawn to the black dots on Scoria's red wings as the flickering wings began to make intricate patterns. Mesmerized as Scoria's Quiver Dance captured Willow in its web.

Willow's confused scream at the first illusory kiss got an evil chuckle out of Scoria as the Quiver Dance began to create afterimages. Though that wasn't quite the right word, they didn't just follow Scoria's moves. The brief copies of herself made out of a fiery red glow could be directed, and their touch felt all too real for Willow. Especially when one briefly tugged that gorgeous blonde hair back with one hand and crammed several inches of cock down her moaning throat. Willow's shocked splutter came through clearly as the image faded away, only to be replaced by one that squeezed her chest together and slid its length through her breasts.

"Scoria!" Willow sounded almost offended, but the excitement threaded through that word was clear.

"Which one?" Scoria teased and flipped Willow over onto her front. That got her first mini-orgasm as her insides slid around her dick, and Willow pressed her face into the pillow to moan as her pussy clenched down on Scoria's dick. A few fire copies kissed her cheeks and all down her back, ruffled her hair, and gave her some loving squeezes, their hot lips and handprints leaving behind flushed marks all over Willow's body.

Willow's reply was lost as another fire image took her throat. As she mewled over the glowing cock in her mouth, another copy appeared before Scoria and took Willow from behind. A brief moment of triple stuffing for the lover of orgies was enough to really have Willow screaming in ecstasy, she had such a hair trigger for her orgasms, and Scoria was pushing her buttons hard right now. Her insides fluttered along Scoria's cock as Scoria pounded Willow into the bedsheets. Quiver Dance didn't have to do afterimages, but there was an extra fun trick when she did. As Scoria withdrew, a fiery afterimage flowed out of her body and thrust forward, as she pounded forward, she felt the heat of her afterimage blow through her as it fluttered back.

Scoria didn't use this trick often, mainly because she liked her Partners to last longer, but Willow was a master at fucking multiple partners, and she could take it. The experience of being fucked twice over by Scoria and her fiery afterimage pushed Willow hard past the edge, and she cried out and thrashed as she came. Once, twice, it just kept happening until she couldn't even get enough breath to scream, hot panted breaths as orgasms crashed into each other and completely overwhelmed her.

Scoria couldn't resist a slap to that ass. Willow yelped at the shock of pain amongst the delight of pleasure, and another fiery clone took her throat again, and she gulped down on it like it was a sweet treat. It was a real shame Scoria couldn't share her feeling with her Quiver Dance images. She'd just have to enjoy that mouth for herself later.

"I can't believe you're still going," Scoria said after a few minutes of seemingly endless orgasms from Willow. Scoria's cock was fully lubed up with Willow's juices; the wicked tightness of this gorgeous woman's pussy was a breeze to pound hard. Willow hadn't got a coherent word out for a while now, but every time Scoria tried to slow, she'd press needily back onto Scoria's dick. It impressed the hell out of Scoria, she'd had a few who could keep up with her before, but even Fenny would struggle to endure all this and not pass out. Willow was seemingly insatiable, her body undulating in perfect time to pleasure Scoria, her eyes an unfocused delirium of ecstasy.

She'd wanted to have Willow pass out at least once before she came, but she was just too much for Scoria to hold on that long. Her back ached from beating her wings fast enough to keep all her fire images going, but she made one more push as she felt the tightness of an oncoming orgasm. The fire images were merciless, mouth, ass, breasts, every inch of Willow was assaulted with cock, and she reached out to try to stroke and suck with masterful skill. Diana better appreciate just how good this woman was, or Scoria would have some words.

The heat of it all had made the room absolutely sweltering. Scoria's images burst apart in one last hot blast of air like a vent had opened to let the pressure out of her whole body. Her fingers dug deep grooves into Willow's ass as she held on. Willow's back arched all the way as she felt it coming. Scoria's whole world went white with pleasure as she came hard, a rushing release deep into Willow's pussy that had Willow biting the pillow madly as she writhed on the end of Scoria's cock. She held firm for as long as she could, but it eventually became too much, and Scoria's legs buckled under her and dropped her onto Willow's back. Even stuffed full of Volcarona cock, there just wasn't enough room in Willow to hold it all, they'd made an almighty mess, and it'd already been pretty bad from how often Willow had come.

They took some time to get their breath back, their bodies rising and falling together as they caught their breath.

Willow looked up and smiled, starry-eyed with pleasure, and all her worries thoroughly washed away. "Again?"

"Again!" Scoria scoffed. "You're insatiable."

"Not got it in you?" Willow grinned. She was still twitching; petite after-shock orgasms from it all made her body tense under Scoria and squeeze in some delightful ways.

"Oh, sweetheart," Scoria said as she pushed herself up. "If that improved your mood then I'm not even close to done with you. You're leaving here all smiles."

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Willow let the shower water flow over her body as she ran her fingers through her hair. It'd been fun, but Scoria had clearly been pent up with Fenny gone, and she'd absolutely plastered Willow in cum. Even some early morning showers hadn't gotten it all out. Everything felt sticky again, her hair worst of all. It would take a lot of shampoo to clear this all out. At least the water helped soothe her muscles, she was more than used to ridiculous bouts of sex, but this would be a highlight for her for quite some time. She'd have to get Diana and Scoria to share tips sometime. What the two could cook up would be wonderful.

It was nice of Scoria to do this for her, help dispel her worries about Maple, and take the pressure off Diana to perform. Not that the Firebug hadn't had plenty of her own fun at Willow's expense, but all in all, it had been gratifying. Now Maple was making friends with Brandy, and Scoria was cooking food. Everything was good. Hopefully, they hadn't noticed how fucked silly she'd been. It could embarrass the pair of them.

No, they'd probably not noticed. They were just young adults, and it'd be a while before they picked up on subtle things like that.

The shower curtain twitched aside, but Willow was too busy doing her hair to look as the shampoo ran down over her eyes. She didn't need to look to know who was there anyway, not when warm wings wrapped around her and a hand went down to her pussy, stroking some of the water up to clean her out.

"Scoria! I'm getting clean," she said, though her heart wasn't in it. She was immensely fond of the Volcarona right now.

"I'm helping. You're missing spots." Scoria said and stroked her fingers up into her as she slid the length of her cock between Willow's thighs. "Deep in here, very messy."

"And you got a way to clean it?" Willow growled, and she bumped her shoulders back against the tease. They sunk into soft breasts. She'd forgotten in all that lying down just how tall Scoria was. She tried to blink away the shampoo, but it was all over her face and stung, so she had to just work it out by feeling. This got pretty easy when hands grabbed her hips and pushed her whole chest against the wet bathroom tile.

"I never did get to Struggle Bug you, but it's perfect for deep cleans," Scoria said as the ridge of her cock stroked over Willow's slit. She didn't even try to fight it. She wanted it, squirming her hips to try to hilt herself.

"Struggle Bug? Isn't that a weak move?"

"Oh, sweetheart. You should listen to your colleague's stories more carefully." Scoria said as she thrust forward. "Pay attention, Gym Teacher. I'll give you a lesson in why you should never put down weak moves."

Scoria's cock stirred inside her as she picked up speed and crushed Willow against the tile. It was rough and rather nice to get it that way, but nothing overly special. Until Scoria kept building up speed faster and faster. Hammering away any resistance inside Willow, burning a line through her folds as she hit a pace too quick to follow. Water sprayed everywhere as Willow shook from the impact. Surely she had to stop? It was like she was moving so fast she was vibrating!

Scoria didn't stop. She pressed Willow into the tiles and bounced her on her cock so fast the slapping of their flesh together became almost a purr. She'd always been easy to make come, but usually, it took more than a few seconds! A fresh orgasm rose in her as her body squeezed tight around Scoria's cock. The air slammed out of her lungs as she shivered, her head thrown back and her spine rigid.

"Fuck! Scoria, too fast!"

Scoria paid her cries no mind and didn't slow. She just got her hands around Willow's breasts to protect them from the tile, her fingers vibrating with speed just as much as Scoria's cock was. Struggle Bug was meant to be weak! This was a furious assault that soon had every inch of Willow's pussy rubbed on hard by a stiff vibrating length that dragged through her completely heedless of how tightly she squeezed back.

Willow came again, tried to reach back to paw at Scoria, got her fingers lightly bitter, and came again from the shock of that!

"Holy fuck!" she gasped, shaking and unable to breathe. What was wrong with her? Why was she coming so damn fast?

Struggle Bug. She'd been warned, but she hadn't listened. She should have listened.

"I'll be quick," Scoria promised, and Willow felt relief flood her. She wouldn't last five minutes like this.

"Food should be ready in half an hour. You're going to be hungry after. I'm sure the girls will sneak out," Scoria licked along Willow's throat, and even her vibrating tongue sent Willow's body twisting into another heart-fluttering orgasm. Half a fucking hour! She was going to be dead four times over before that. "You're too beautiful to let go without getting to enjoy all of me. So relax, and enjoy it."

Willow didn't do much relaxing, but she did plenty of enjoying.

Scoria got full marks after. Almost. Willow took one off for not being Diana, but she couldn't wait to put them both in a room and review her results.