Melony vs Loser - Sex Battle!~

Melony's normal day of battling is disrupted when a new challenger enters her gym! she's an unshowered, anxious, tiny-dicked loser! and when she loses to Melony and bursts into tears, the Gym Leader can't help wanting to comfort her... even as her darker urge to humiliate and bully this failgirl takes over~

what's this? finally, another entry ticked off that one Six Fanarts sheet i filled out like two years ago? ;3 hope you all enjoy!!

“Hmm? What’s the matter, dear?” Melony cocked her head at the trainer she had just beaten. The younger woman was skinny, her ratty hoody hanging off her as she tucked her Pokeballs back into her bag. She hadn’t said anything when she had handed over the money for losing, and in fact seemed to have pulled her cap down to hide her face, so that only her long, dark hair was visible. She had just been standing there, for almost a minute now. Melony hoped she wasn’t going to have to deal with another sore loser; the poor thing had actually been doing very well, and had made it past all of the other trainers in her gym almost unscathed. Unfortunately, everything that could have gone wrong for her in the final battle had, leaving the trainer in the deeply frustrating position of having committed almost no mistakes and still losing.

Melony was just wondering if she should call someone to walk the trainer to the door when she finally made a noise; a sniffle, followed by- 

Oh my… she’s really crying over this?

Melony stood helplessly for a moment as the girl continued wailing, and reflected that it was probably for the best that she was taking on challengers privately today, while the stadium underwent maintenance. The small room afforded the girl a little privacy as she spiralled into a full-blown meltdown over losing a simple gym battle. Melony fought the urge to go over and say something. She should have probably just shuffled her out in case another challenger decided to come in.

“I-I’m sorry guys… i-it’s all my fault… I sh-should have been better…” the trainer whimpered, wiping her eyes as she turned towards the exit.

Ohhh…

Before she had any time to think about it, Melony had taken three quick steps, turned the girl around, and wrapped her in a tight hug. She couldn’t help it. As much as she resented the comments her fellow gym leaders made about her being… matronly , she couldn’t deny that it was at least a little true.

“Shh, there there, it’s ok dear,” Melony cooed, stroking the trainer’s hair. It was a little greasy, like she hadn’t showered for a few days. In fact, as she tilted her head back, and gently wiped one of her tears away, she realised that this girl was a total mess overall, her eyes baggy and her face a little paler than looked healthy. Melony was a little surprised that she had managed to hold herself together long enough to get to the end of the gym. She held the trainer’s head against her chest, practically cradling her against her soft pillowy tits. The other woman was mostly ramrod stiff, and for a moment Melony was worried she might have made her uncomfortable, but after a moment she started to lean into the contact, and her sniffling subsided a little. Melony smiled, and stroked her hair a little more.

“You can just try again tomorrow, ok? There’s no need to-”

Melony paused, and at the same time felt the girl in her arms freeze. They had both felt it.

Something small, twitching, and hard pressing against Melony’s thigh. The girl let out a shaky, embarrassed squeal. 

“A-aahh!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, y-you just, f-feel so soft, and you s-smell nice, and- oh no, I’m s-sorry, I’m being creepy-”

The trainer’s voice was strained and squeaky as she continued to stammer out excuses, and she tried to pull back from Melony… whose grip had suddenly turned to steel, as she pulled the girl close to her again, drawing a panicked whimper. The older woman nibbled on her lower lip. Fuck. She probably shouldn’t, but this girl was so cute … as she got more flustered and panicky, Melony could feel a queer turn in her belly, that instinctive need to hold and comfort her receding a little as other needs surfaced. 

Melony leaned down, so that her soft, pink lips were almost brushing the girl’s ear, and whispered “Ohhh, I see… you lost because you were getting distracted by that thing ~”

The ‘thing’ in question twitched against Melony’s thigh, and she licked her lips as she felt it dribble something through the girl’s bike shorts. Melony’s tone was different now, still soft, but mocking rather than consoling. The trainer managed to pull her face away from Melony’s chest.

“Ngghaa… I-I’m sorry, I j-just… y-you’re so prettyyy… I-I’ll go, I’m s-sorry, I’ll-”

She tried to pull away again, and this time Melony made sure there was no way her prey would try and pull that again- she spent enough time with Bea that she knew what to do. In a moment, the two women were on the floor, and Melony, who kept herself rather nimble for her age, had leg-locked the trainer’s upper body… leaving her face to face with the tiny, adorable bulge in the trainer’s bike shorts.

Jackpot.

“Oh my, it’s no wonder it took me a moment to notice this, it’s not very big, is it?~”

Melony’s arm snaked around the girl’s legs, and she gave the outline of her cock poke, and giggled at the breathy whimper it drew from her… not to mention the way it jumped at the barest touch.

“S-sorryyy… I-”

“Ah ah, no apologising, dear…” Melony licked her lips.

“I like them small~”

Melony lightly dragged the tip of her index finger along the length of the trainer’s dick, giggling as she felt her squirming.

“You know, it’s not every day someone comes into my gym and has a total meltdown over losing like that… aren’t you embarrassed?~”

Before the trainer could respond, Melony hooked a thumb under the waistband of her bike shorts, and the other girl froze again.

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve decided to take pity on you… you’re one of the trainers who I allow to battle me, one on one!”

“H-huh…?”

The trainer sounded confused, which was fair enough. Melony was making up this game on the spot, after all.

“You can either get up now, go home, and try again tomorrow with your Pokemon… or you can pass a test of endurance right now!”

“Endurance?”

“That’s right! I’m going to determine whether you have the determination of a real trainer! All you have to do…”

Melony pulled the girl’s shorts down, and let out a shamelessly indulgent moan as the trainer’s cock was finally unveiled. It was barely three inches long, covered by a thick hood of foreskin, and was eagerly drooling pre all over Melony’s hand. And the smell was something else; the girl hadn’t shaved down there in a long while, and the thick bush of black hair had probably been sealed inside the same set of shorts for the past few days. The smell of sweat was almost overpowering, and for a second Melony lost her train of thought.

“O-oh, my… u-um, to win, all you need to do is survive three rounds of ‘battle’ with me! Sounds easy, right, dear? And if you win, well…” Melony looked over her shoulder at the girl, and gave her a smile.

“That’s a victory over the gym leader! You can still get your badge today! How does that sound?”

Melony waited a second for a response, but it wasn’t forthcoming. The trainer’s entire face had flushed red, and the only noises she could let out were shaky whimpers.

Ahhhh, she’s so anxious she can’t even speak, that’s so cuuuute…

“So…” Melony wiggled her hips, her rump pushed right into the trainer’s blushing face.

“Two quick touches if you want to go ahead with this, alright dear?”

There was a moment of silence… and then-

Smack! Smack!

“Oooohh!! My my, someone is being assertive,” Melony teased, arching her back as the stinging thrill of being spanked made her shiver, and knowing full well that the trainer was just so wound up that she couldn’t control how hard she was smacking her.

“Well, let’s get started… ready for round one?~”

“U-um… y-yes, but, what are you going to- hhhnngghhh!!~”

The trainer let out a shameless grunt as Melony tucked a strand of white hair behind her ear, and slipped all three inches of aching loser dick into her mouth in one go!

Mmffgghh… gosh, this tastes nasty…~

Melony bobbed her head eagerly up and down, greedily lapping at the trainer’s cock. The trainer had gone completely still again, only letting out the occasional whimper as the overstimulation practically paralysed her. 

Ohh? I wonder if I can get her to respond if I doooo… this~

Slowing her movements, Melony ran her tongue up the length of the girl’s cock, snickering internally as she felt the girl tense up even more. When Melony reached the very tip, and lazily pushed her tongue against the doughy, piled up foreskin at the tip of her cock, that got a response. The girl whimpered and bucked her hips, leaving Melony’s nose buried in her thick, sweaty pubic hair!!

“Hhngghh… M-Ms Melony… y-you’re… ngghh…”

Melony groaned, and tried to focus as her eyes involuntarily rolled back. She was trying to hide it to stay in control, but she was getting seriously turned on by all this. At this rate the trainer might notice the mess Melony was making in her yoga pants… 

Thankfully, her face being pressed right up against the trainer’s adorable little nuts snapped Melony back to reality, as she noticed them churning and tightening up, ready to spurt a tiny load into her mouth! Of course, if Melony was playing fair, she would let the girl lose… but she wasn’t playing fair at all. 

Oh no you don’t, not yet~

With a little difficulty, Melony pulled her lips back, enjoying the feeling of the trainer squirming as her soft lips massaged the diminutive length of her dick. Finally, letting out a lewd, wet puah noise, Melony sat up, turning to smirk down at the trainer. She looked adorable , eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment and biting her lip, shivering as she came down from the edge… it was almost enough to make Melony want to get back to pampering and comforting her.

“Hhh… I-I can’t… I can’t d-do thisss…” the trainer whined, her eyes unfocused and her tongue lolling out. 

Almost.

“Wowww, you passed round one, good job!!” Melony blew a kiss, with lips that were still stained with pearly precum. Melony licked them, making a point of luxuriating in the heavy, musky taste of the pre, and an involuntary shiver ran through her body, leaving the normally soft and dignified leader practically wiggling her hips in this random trainer’s face! 

“Ooo-oohh… you’re doing so well dear…” Melony grunted, and she was so lost in pleasure that it took her a second to notice the trainer’s eyes widening, her gaze fixed on the crotch of Melony’s yoga pants, which was totally soaked!

“W-wait… Ms Melony, are you-”

Lightning-quick, Melony shifted, reversing her position so that she was looking up at the trainer… and so that the poor girl’s cock was poking against her soft, pillowy tits. She winked, and tried not to smirk as the girl let out a whimper. Melony felt a warm stain against her sweater, and knew she had just gotten another spurt of precum out of the trainer. Just like that, the poor, pathetic thing had instantly forgotten that she had gotten a glimpse of just how worked up Melony was getting. And by the end of this next round, Melony was pretty confident that she could get the girl to forget her own name.

She reached down, pulling up the hem of her sweater, and let out a soft hmph of satisfaction as she pulled it up above her tits, unclipping her bra and tossing it aside and giving the trainer an eyeful of her bare chest! The girl couldn’t look away, sputtering and stammering as her face continued to burn bright red.

“Hhaa… b-boobs… M-Ms Melony’s boobs…”

Melony tilted her head, her face a picture of innocence.

“Ohh? What’s the matter dear? You’re reacting very strongly, almost like a girl has never shown you these before…”

Nothing but ashamed silence. This girl really was exactly as much of a virgin as she looked. Melony had been right on the money. She decided to push it a step further, casually leaning down and pressing her tits against the trainer’s tiny, twitching cock as she looked lost in thought, and pretended not to notice the girl’s keening little gasp, letting a little of that soft, condescending sadism flow back into her voice. 

“You know… maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation if you weren’t so pathetic… I’m sure you’d be better at battling if you spent less time shut inside, masturbating to your favourite gym leaders~”

Before the trainer could stammer out a response, Melony pressed her tits together, slowly moving up and down. There was more than enough precum to lube her up, and Melony delighted in the feeling of the tiny, twitching cock hilting in her tits on every downstroke… as well as the squirming of the trainer.

“I-I’m sorryyy… y-you’re just… ngghh… I l-love yoouuu…”

Oh goodness, she’s hopeless…

“Awww, that’s very sweet of you, dear! But don’t forget…” Melony increased her pace just a little, but it was enough to make the trainer’s eyes roll back in her head, while a lewd schlik schlik schlik filled the room.

“We’re still battling, and I’m still trying to beat you… which is why I’m going to have to reject your confession, sorry~”

“Hngghh!!”

Another slick, heavy spurt between Melony’s breasts.

“Oops, you liked that, didn’t you? I figured as much… a pathetic virgin girl like you is definitely the kind of masochist who enjoys being rejected…”

Melony’s smile twisted into a cruel smirk.

“And especially enjoys losing~”

The trainer suddenly went very still. Melony continued; she was being cruel, but every word made the girl’s cock jump between her breasts, not to mention leak even more stinky pre between them. Melony shivered a little, knowing that her tits were going to be marked by loser girlmusk for the rest of the day (hell, longer if she took a page out of this girl’s book and skipped showering for a while…)

"It’s not just that you were distracted, or that you didn’t spend enough time training, or that you got unlucky… I think it really might be the case that you’re so pitiable that you get turned on by losing! That must make it feel even more frustrating, wanting to win soooo bad while your little thing pushes you to lose~”

“Hngghh… y-you… bitchhh…”

Melony could feel the trainer writhing weakly, and she lazily readjusted herself, locking her arms around the girl’s ass and hilting her cock between her boobs, which were still pressed together into a comfortable, safe onahole by her arms.. The trainer squirmed a little, trying to buck free, but Melony held her firmly in place to continue… ‘battling’. She giggled at the pathetic escape attempt.

“Awww, I thought so, you’re so mad that no matter how hard you try, your penis knows that you’re a loser, and that you should give in to pretty girls like me without a fight~”

The trainer shook and whined, fast-approaching the edge again as Melony continued her merciless onslaught, her firm but gentle titjob combined with the vicious tongue-lashing she was dishing out too much for the girl to handle. Melony once again briefly considered letting the trainer lose, at least giving her a modicum of dignity with a fair loss as she splattered her useless virgin cum all over the gym leader’s tits… instead, she slowed her titjob to a halt, and smiled again, delighting in the look of despair on the trainer’s as she once again took ‘mercy’ on her victim.

“Ahhh, good job, I’m so proud of you! Maybe I was wrong, you might have the inner strength to be a great trainer, even with your… proclivities~”

Melony glanced downward at the words ‘inner strength’. Runny streams of precum were dribbling down the trainer’s tiny dick, and it was twitching needily. If she so much as reached out to run her nail along the side of this cock, the trainer would finally be ‘beaten’, splattering Melony’s hand with sticky nerd goo from little more than a gentle caress! But Melony had already decided on one final humiliation…

“Ok, get ready dear, it’s time for the final round… looook, you’ve done so much ‘damage’! I’m all worked up and wet and ready for you…~” Melony adjusted herself one more time… so that she was squatting over this dweeb’s tiny cock. She reached down, carelessly tearing a hole in her yoga pants. Melony’s cunt was drooling, and the older woman’ breathing became a little ragged as she exposed even a modicum of just how turned on she was. With any other partner, this would be an invitation to take control…

The girl’s eyes widened, and her hips started to twitch involuntarily. Her entire body was still wound up tight, so rather than being able to make any actual thrusting motions, she just shook and drooled and whined-

“A-ah… no wayyy… s-sex with Ms Melony… I… hhngghh…”

“Ooh, wow, you’ve been lying there passively this whole time, but you’re actually going to make an ‘attack’ now, huh?~” Melony giggled, placing a gentle hand on the trainer’s chest as she lined herself up. Fuck. Exactly as she thought. This poor girl was too nervous to push her hips up, even when she was totally being encouraged to… it was so adorable! She licked her lips. Popping this adorable virgin’s cherry would be the perfect way to end this impromptu ‘battle’, especially since Melony was pretty sure it would only take two or three strokes to finish her off. 

Melony cooed softly as she pressed the tip of the trainer’s cock against her cunt. Fuck, it was so tiny … 

“Ahh, this is a wonderful penis dear, you should be very proud of it!~” she simpered. Her heart skipped a beat at just how blushy and overwhelmed the trainer looked, torn between impatience to finally put it inside, and the unexpected praise.

“Y-you really think so…? It’s… n-not too small…?”

“Oh, it’s definitely small, dear! Pathetically, pitifully small… but like I said, I really dislike big cocks~”

Melony was exaggerating a little; she definitely had a soft spot for small cocks, but she wasn’t above a leg-shaking, cunt-wrecking, leg-shaking breeding from a nice fat bitchbreaker. But still, the panicky, breathless way the trainer reacted to the humiliating compliments was too cute to pass up.

She leaned in close, gently rubbing the trainer’s tip against her pussy as she got close enough to whisper in her ear again. 

“Because it’s nice and small, I can take it easily… you can put it inside, and you can go pew pew in my pussy all you want…”

The trainer gasped, shivering as her eyes rolled back, but she still managed to get out a reply.

“N-n-n-noooo… n-not gonna… cum… g-gonna win against yoouuuu…”

Melony laughed, not unkindly. 

“Ahh, that’s right, I forgot about how determined you are… thinking about losing for me definitely isn’t working you up, riiiight? You’re totally not desperate to just give in, again , because your little thing wants to…~”

The trainer let out a strangled whine. Melony could feel how badly the poor girl was shaking. She cocked her head, and rolled her hips, rubbing her bare cunt against the trainer’s twitching dick.

“No more resisting…~”

She leaned in, and gave the trainer a soft smooch on the cheek, leaving a shiny lipgloss mark.

“Lose for me~”

Melony shuddered in glee as almost instantly, she felt something hot, warm, and sticky splatter against her thigh… while the trainer squealed pathetically. She hadn’t even managed to put it inside without blowing her load!! Melony bit her lip, pulling the girl’s head back against her chest as she kept rubbing against her cock, milking rope after rope of stinky, backed-up loser cum all over her soft tummy and thick thighs!

“Ooouuggh… I-I’m sorryyyyy…” the trainer gave a muffled whimper while Melony held them close, expertly guiding her through the humiliating release. 

“There there, it’s ok dear… you did soooo well, but this is only natural for a loser like you, you could never hope to beat me~”

Melony kept holding the trainer close, cooing and whispering as the squeals turned to whimpers, and eventually just ragged breathing. She could feel the other woman’s heart pounding against her chest… almost in time with her own. Even so, the trainer was slumping a little in her arms, and looked a little gloomy.

Oops… maybe I went a little far…

Melony leaned back enough so that she could hook a finger under the girl’s chin, and tilted her head up so that she was meeting her baggy, puffy eyes. Sure enough, the girl’s brow was furrowed, and she looked more than a little frustrated and depressed. Melony was pretty sure the trainer was internally beating herself up

“Hey, sweetie? Next time, swap in a Steel type instead of one of your Fire types,” Melony winked, enjoying the look of surprise on the trainer’s face.

“O-oh, thank you f-for the advice, b-but it’s ok, I don’t think I’m going to try again-”

Melony leaned in, and gave the trainer another kiss on the cheek, which shut her up.

“Try again for me, ok sweetie? You might be a pathetic loser, but you were actually very good during that battle… you could actually win next time! I would be sooo happy, and sooo proud of you, if you came back tomorrow and beat me. And if you do manage to win…”

Melony licked her lips, letting a shadow of her lecherous expression from before cross her face.

“I’ll let you put it inside me and whine ‘mamaaaa’ until you’ve completely emptied yourself inside my soft body, ok sweetie?~”

The trainer didn’t respond, so overwhelmed that she couldn’t talk again! For a moment Melony was worried she might have put a little too much pressure on her… before-

Smack, smack!

Melony licked her lips, wiggling her stinging ass.

“Fufufufu… good girl~”