Battle Royale w. Cheese! Turn 6.2 - Samus and 18 (Wetshirt Waterpark) (Patreon)

> MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE OTHER CONTESTANT(S)

> SEEK OUT AND MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE OTHER CONTESTANT(S)

> BONUS: WILD CARD!

> BONUS: WILD CARD!

“Oh, my, like, Gawd,” said Samus, squeezing her cheeks. “You are so hot!”

“Oh, my, like, Gawd too!” said 18, clasping her own just as hard. “You’re so hot too! Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Oh my God, I think I, like, am!” said Samus. “Like, on the count of three. One… two…”

“We should totally fuck!”

“We should play ice hock–wow, wait! We totally should fuck!”

“Oh my Gawwwd! I was going to say the same thing!”  Throwing aside her gun, 18 pounced and wrapped her arms around Samus’s. As their boobs–their swollen, barely concealed boobs–squished together, she planted her plump, pink lips on Samus’s own, smooched her hard, and slipped her tongue in for more.

Before the two of them could go any further, however, a beeping from above caught their attention. “What’s, like, that?” said Samus, looking up.

The marbely-things floating above them flashed, and a face 18 kinda thought she recognized from somewhere appeared. “Oh my Gawd,” she said. “That slut could really lose some weight!”

Samus burst into a round of giggles.

“Hey, everyone!” said the chubby blonde in the air. “Welcome to Turn 6! Guess what’s just won a vote? That’s right: a Wild Card! And nyot just one Wild Card, nya! But two! Wow! (Who knew they were like buses?) Let’s see what we got, nya!”

She vanished, replaced by some kind of spinning thing. After several seconds, it stopped and became something 18 sorta recognized: boobies!

“Oooh! No. 15!” cried Taberu. “That’s Milkquake! Hang on though, because we’ve got one more card to draw.”

This time, the cards flipped to reveal someone who could really use an iced mocha.

“No. 5! Heatwave!” The blonde giggled madly. “Wow! Two island-wide events at once! This is gonna be so much fun, nya.”

Tuning out, 18 turned back to her partner. “Like, what was that all about?”

Samus shrugged. “Who cares? Let’s make out more!”

As the two slammed their lips together again though, everything started shaking. “Oh my God,” cried 18. “I think I left my vibe in!”

“Oh my God, me too!” cried Samus.

Rippling through their forms, the shaking settled in their breasts, Squeezing their swollen boobs to try and stifle it, the two gasped as milk spurted through their cups. “Aiii!” squealed 18, as Samus sprayed her face. “Hey! Like, stop it, you cow!”

“Oh my God, like, you stop!” cried Samus, as 18’s milk splashed her.

Instead of stopping, however, the flow of milk was joined by a new sensation.

“Oh my Gawwwwwd!” squealed 18, as her body caught fire and steamed. Throwing back her head with a wild scream, she wrenched her bikini bottoms off and stuck her hand between them. Beside her, Samus did the same. The sound of schlicking soon filled the air; it wasn’t long before the two sat in a puddle of at least three fluids.

As they worked themselves over, the two slid slowly together. The instant they touched, they were on each other like cats. Tangling their bodies and coiling their limbs, the pair planted their lips against each other’s pussies… and slurped as if they were dying of thirst.

“Aii! Aiii! Nnn~!”

*

Falling back, panting for breath, the two hugged each other and sighed in delight. “Oh my God,” said 18, still red hot from her afterglow. “That was so, like, good. We should totally do it again!”

Before they had a chance, however…

“O-oh,” said Taberu, sweat rolling down her leaking boobs. “Also, um, just so nyou’re aware… The Hunt begins in 1 turn, nya! Nyou might want to start heading inward.”

Beep!