Please Don't Make It Wrong - Pyra reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

Oops turns out I never posted this. My bad. Everything is a mess right now.

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The first time Pyra cheated on Rex, she really didn't mean to. Really. Mewtwo was just a lot to deal with, and when he so thoroughly trounced her in the fight, he decided to take that out on her by having some demented sort of fun with her. "Let me down," she pleaded while floating in the air, suspended in place by powerful psychic efforts that forced her to float in suspended, helpless panic, wondering what was coming and feeling wholly unable to do anything about it. Pyra wanted out, and she wanted to take it to Mewtwo, somehow, while having zero idea how to free herself from this Pokemon's psychic hold.

Mewtwo had other ideas.

Her clothes came away easily, unseen hands yanking at everything in the way of his touch, and before Pyra could even so much as shriek for mercy, her words stopped working, psychically gagged and left unable to respond in any way in her own defense while Mewtwo lunged forward, his thick, purple cock slamming itself without warning into her pussy. She wanted to scream, but the weird sensations that hit her left her unsure exactly how she would have screamed if given the chance.

Locking eyes with her while he reaped the benefits of his victory, Mewtwo kept his gaze firm on Pyra, forcing her to confront all the weird, twisting feelings he wanted to induce inside of her while his lower body heaved to take to pounding at her, keeping her floating in the air and victim to his wildest efforts. No matter how much Pyra wanted to push against him and refuse, she was frozen in place, unable to mount nay sort of defense for her own sake, stuck in a position she could do absolutely nothing about. Shame swept up through her with each of his thrusts into her, keenly aware that she was betraying Rex whether she meant to or not.

"You've never felt like this before." Mewtwo's voice rumbled in Pyra's mind, where even still she could hardly put up an argument, feeling sluggish and trapped in place, emotionally compromised in ways she didn't know how to argue against properly. His thrusts took on a more forceful pace, trying to insist his dominance upon her body. "You want more of it." She didn't, but Pyra couldn't speak in her own defense, and she definitely couldn't do a damn thing to save herself from these pressures, spared no dignity amid the relentless slams into her. She felt the pressures build, feeling the humiliation pulse through her body worse and worse with each shove forward. Every clumsy slam was another show of pure greed, another fiery rush of heat to make her unravel fully under his touch, and she didn't know how to make this stop, but she felt powerless under the growing confusion it forced upon her.

Knowing full well how vulnerable she was, Mewtwo continued to lay it on thick. Every deep stroke buried his cock into her, forced upon her body pleasures that she wasn't built to deal with, and it was only going to get worse, only going to milk every drop of sense he could wring from her. The sick satisfaction of keeping her right where she was most powerless against him kept Mewtwo reckless and eager, his vulgar slams forward imposing the most thorough and aggressive of pressures upon her.

Pyra had never felt anything quite like it. Mewtwo's thick cock hit her in ways that she wasn't ready for, body lit up with pleasures a lot bolder and more fiery than she was really eager to take on, and as each slam forward wore harder at her thoughts, pressure built up upon her. She wanted to be better than this, but rumbling pleasure brewing between her legs threatened her stability and her comfort, imposing a strange rush of demanding fire upon her that was quickly becoming more than Pyra had the focus to handle, fearful that Mewtwo was doing something in her head to screw around with her thoughts. Something wasn't right about this, and she felt like she was in a state of confusion and fever much too primal to be able to help, wanting to stand up for herself but spiraling deeper into the worry and haze of something threatening to push her to the breaking point.

"I'm sorry, Rex!" Pyra didnt' even realize she had control over her speech again until she was professing her deepest apologies, a trembling mess coming apart at the seams and breaking down under these pressures, feeling the worst sweeps of heat and wickedness strip her bare. She felt powerless now, lost to the worries and heats all searing through her, and she couldn't do a damn thing to spare herself from this indignity. She came, pleasure ravaging her body and pulsing through her with miserable intent. Mewtwo's erupting cock filled her pussy up, and adding to the flood of searing sensation and glee was the mess y rush of pure need that came from being so thoroughly filled. It was too much, and she felt utterly lost to what came with all of this.

It felt good. It felt too good. As Mewtwo pulled out of her and relinquished his psychic hold keeping her afloat, Pyra collapsed down to her knees, hitting the ground and trembling in utterly hopeless surrender, a strange submission leaving her without much idea what she was doing or how she wanted to handle any of this, but she understood what she felt and how shaky it was. "Rex," she said softly, knowing she'd done something wrong, but feeling the quiver between her legs insisting upon her a scary thought. One that she really didn't want to face.

Had she liked being fucked by another man?

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When Ganondorf pushed Pyra to her knees, ready to capitalize on her defeat, he didn't expect her to be so eager. He didn't even get his hand to his pants before she was pulling them down, his huge cock swinging upward to smack in her in the cheek. "If you don't tell anybody, I'll take care of this for you." Her eyes gleamed with a demented, twisted delight, and suddenly all the power seemed to be in her hands. Gripping his shaft tightly with both hands, she began to praise him with sloppy attention and a mess of devotion and hunger as straightforward and as chaotic as could be. She didn't understand everything that hit her, but she knew what she wanted to do and how satisfying it was to simply throw herself forward into the deep end.

As startling as this was to Ganondorf, who hadn't been expecting to be so suddenly and shamelessly serviced, he was quick to follow through. "Worship it," he commanded. "Praise the victor." He had to follow through and reassume his confidence, standing proudly over Pyra, the king ready to receive his attention and his worship. There was a simplicity to what he sought from her, and he wasn't particularly patient or restrained in seeking it. He simply wanted, and he wanted it hard.

Pyra didn't need him to be, though. She was ready to generate all the chaos and commotion herself, throwing herself into sucking his cock down deep and embracing the most aimless and ferocious of pleasures. It was simple enough to her in this state, entranced by Ganondorf's long, thick cock; with the sight of his amazing shaft, she felt needs inside of her that melted away any possibility of hesitation on her part. She simply needed to service his cock, to throw herself into a messy worship of it that all felt like a complete detachment from sense and restraint. Back and forth her head rocked, embracing all of these sinful delights with unapologetic fever, ready to be of service to him utterly.

Getting her mouth open and her lips around his cock, Pyra continued to prove how ready she was to fall, sinking into a deep warmth of pure senselessness and chaos. With every motion of her head, she continued to prove exactly what she was capable of and how fearlessly she could abandon all pretense of control. There was no time for anything confident or controlled now, a simple push into mad escalation proving to be more than satisfying enough to keep her moving forward, throwing away reason and embracing the wrongness of it. Sucking Ganondorf's cock gave Pyra more of what she'd felt with Mewtwo, more twisting, throbbing desires to succumb to with each push forward and each shuddering ache pulsing through her body.

Deeper she sucked, forcing herself to even take him into her throat, anything for the sake of satisfying her most vulgar of desires and passions. Every motion of her head was a deeper show of desperation and fire, Pyra keenly aware she was cheating on Rex, but now she felt something oddly exciting about that, a deep pleasure that ached through her body and invited her into complete ruin. To keep throwing herself forward was getting to be a messier and stranger affair, one that had her unsure if she could fully prepare herself for this, and yet with each shove forward, she felt better and stronger, felt more prepared to embrace her worst passions and let them take her. Her head bobbed obediently along Ganondorf's cock, and her reverence to it fuelled a deep desire inside of her, one that felt all the better for how wrong it was. She understood she shouldn't have been doing this, but somehow the sinful joy of betrayal fuelled her.

Groaning out in deep approval for these pleasures, Ganondorf gripped her hair and yanked her down his cock harder, urgency fuelling his desperate hips. Pyra took it in stride, growing more certain by the moment of what she was submitting to and how delightful it was to let these twisted passions rule her. Pyra choked loudly on his shaft and continued her stubborn shoves forward, accepting all the while that nothing could have made her feel better than this chance to fall. It was a joy she couldn't escape, an unraveling joy to throw herself harder into, and with his sharp yanks on her hair and the firmer, harder pulls down, she was in for even more pressure, a greater chaos escalating with only one goal in mind.

Ganondorf briefly pulled her back to let her catch some air, and she gasped, "Your cock is incredible," before he pulled her abruptly back down onto it. The pleasure was only escalating, every push forward proving to be a show of mad chaos and delirium, a fire that didn't feel like it needed to be put out. She threw herself into it happily, savouring the vulgar delights of giving in so steeply, ready to prove with every passing second that she was ready for him and ready for this. It was a delirious rush of satisfaction, sexually gratifying in its own right even without any direct sensory feedback, and it helped Pyra feel more certain of just how badly she craved this.

With a hard grunt and a slam forward, Ganondorf erupted into her mouth, and Pyra savoured every drop of the cum gushing forward. She held tight, swallowing down every drop she could get and savouring the taste of his thick, pungent seed, hands pumping his now slick cock to wring out every drop she could muster. When he pulled back, she was cross-eyed and aching, thighs pressed together with the needy hope she was about to get fucked, and it was a picture of need so depraved and so desperate that Ganondorf almost felt pity for what she had been reduced to.

Not that 'almost' would stop him from lifting her up, impaling her on his cock, and making her scream.

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There wasn't any fight Pyra lost that led to her being between Bowser and K. Rool. She shouldn’t have even been here, but there she was, bent forward at the waist, slobbering down Bowser's fat lizard cock while K. Rool gripped her hips tightly, his portly body heaving about with mad intent and every desire he could muster pushing on carelessly.

"I should pay attention to more girls who aren't princesses," Bowser remarked with a deep, hearty laugh, gripping Pyra's hair and guiding her in her slopy back and forth. He didn't need to do much with how ready she was to serve him, every push forward proving more bold and overbearing, showing off the readiness with which she continued to suck him down and prove herself fully ready to give in to this. It was all a lot more fiery and exciting than he ready thought it would be, and as he relaxed back and let her continue to work with sloppy passion at his dick, he felt like he was right where he wanted to be.

K. Rool didn't say much while he hammered into Pyra from behind. He just focused on the snug embrace of the redhead's unbelievably tight pussy squeezing down around his reptilian cock, and on how good it felt to drive forward and ram his way into her, making her perky butt shake while he proved just how forceful and ready he was to push her to her limits. Saying much of anything wasn't going to be as constructive as just blowing her mind with the most ferocious and overbearing of pleasures he could muster.

Pyra was fine with either, a dizzy wreck spiraling down into deeper chaos, savouring just how hot and intense this was all getting. She couldn't help it now, thrown into the sweet dizziness and delirium of being fucked like a whore by both of these villainous reptiles. K. Rool's cock had a ridged and bumpy texture that hit her inner walls in all manner of ways, while Bowser's similarly strange cock rubbed against the lining of her throat in ways that kept her hopelessly forcing herself down, craving more of this sloppy and deranged pleasure. She needed as much of this passion as she could get, dizzily seeking to come undone at the seams and trying her best to grasp how any of this was happening.

But it was all her fault. She'd done this, drawn them both into her room, let them double team her holes. She was hooked now. Cheating with fat cocked villains had brought her a spectacle of pleasure and delight so grand and so sloppy that Pyra couldn't even remember the last time she did more than kiss Rex. She just kept coming back to the well, seeking more indulgence, throwing everything away and letting her follow fighters use her body for their own selfish aims. The pleasure was too good, and the sinful thrill of so utterly betraying him only made her pussy wetter. She didn't feel great about it, but that wasn't something she could really do a damn thing about.

Not when two fat lizard cocks were cramming her holes full and she was falling ever deeper into the grand swell of depravity and wickedness that was losing control. This sinful rabbit hole of infidelity and joy, where she let not just anyone fuck her, but specifically the worst and most villainous of her fellow fighters, kept her hot and animated and all kinds of wound up, ready to break down for the sake of giving up ever deeper. The grand spectacle of wrongness and wicked fire pushed her to a state of wanton delirium, and she was lost to the strange desperation of it feeling so good. As long as she could keep sinking deeper into this mad spectacle, nothing else mattered to her, and she felt the sweeps of delirium and hunger all pulling her deeper, demanding more and more on her part with each passing second.

This was only getting weirder and worse, forcing her to confront the strange delirium and worry of giving up so hard, losing control and shedding all decency for the sake of giving in. With these hard groans and grunts, she relished in beign double teamed, in being so hopelessly committed now to the desperation thatp ushed her on, encouraged to continue sinking to continue serving. There was no reason to hold herself back, and in fact, the bizarre passion that this invoked kept her moving eagerly forward, animated and lit up and completely stripped of any semblance of restraint or sense. She didn't need it, and she didn't want it.

The hard slams continued their most primal efforts on her body. It was delirium in its purest form, but the idea of letting this all continue to take her to the limit remained all that Pyra could conceive of. She loved where she was, loved the feeling of relentless strokes filling her holes, monster fucking her at either end in the name of completely unraveling her, and she was committed to it with hopeless spectacle and joy, right up to that final moment where everything broke down.

The door opened, and Rex walked in.

"Pyra?" was all he could muster as he stared at the depravity in front of him. Pyra didn't look away from Bowser's cock, but both Bowser and K. Rool turned to face Rex just in time for him to witness them cum into her at either end. They grunted and ached, bucking forward, K. Rool happily seeding her womb while Bowser's cum overflowed in her mouth and made her pull back gagging and sputtering, taking more of his load onto her face. There wasn't a semblance of control left in her, but she wasn't concerned with any of that, simply allowing the madness to rush through her and accepting that she was every bit as filthy and depraved as she was.

The secret was ruined now, every last second of her infidelity played out for him to behold. As apologetic as she tried to look when she stared him in the eye, he could see that she was anything but.