SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA…
While you never really saw yourself as the type for it, a decent chunk of your hangout time with Pompom has been purely dedicated to working out. Attempting to kill a group of psychos dedicated to killing her…”boss” means that you need to be in shape to do it, no matter how many guns, weapons, or glowing red halos you have. And since it was one of the few times where she was undeniably free, well, you couldn’t help but tag along. While initially of your workout regiment consisted of you trying to find excuses to count her squat reps (specifically from behind), you eventually genuinely got into it, getting a pretty nice athletic build yourself. No longer were you exhausted wandering the endless halls of the AAHW building to get back to your room, or hopelessly unable to keep up with Pompom just by walking. You were /fit/.
And she was mirin'.
So when she asked you the other day to join her for a "special" workout, you...still came in your workout gear, because if you came into the gym naked and she meant it literally she was probably just going to make fun of you. And judging that you saw her in the gym's boxing ring in her workout gear, apparently you made the right call.
"Hey." you greeted smoothly as you walked up to the ropes, a little wave. "Sooo, what was the plan?"
She raised an eyebrow, baffled you even asked. "Exactly what I said. It's going to be a special workout." In slow motion, you see her hand go to her top...and then move up to her ear thingies. The next thing you know, she removed one of them and dropped it on the ground.
Oh fuck.
Popping up in a poof of smoke and a hop into the air came one of Pompom's..."mini-me"s, she liked to call them. And they were, indeed, a mini version of the 10-foot tall girl with curves, with a more simple and cartoony face, a much smaller height (smaller than you, but compared to the original anything is), and a lot more outgoing.
"Hiiiiiiii!" she greeted in a really high pitch, waving her little gloved hands around. "Hiiiii, boss's boyfrieeeeeend!"
Blushing, AMPP grabbed her smaller double by the head and picked her up slowly before turning her around. "Mini-Me, I want you to have a sparring match with Anon until one of you goes down. Am I understood?"
"Okayyyyyyy!" she said, before getting unceremoniously dropped on the ground, landing on her butt and staring at you expectantly. You turn to her, baffled.
"Okay, uh, first question. Why...?"
"You're getting strong, and I want to see if you're capable of fighting alongside me. That means higher odds of eliminating Hank, and...m-more time together. Maybe."
You shrugged. "I do like the sound of that. But why am I not fighting you?"
She glares at you, a gloved hand to her head, before it lowered towards you slowly and landed on yours. To her, it was the equivalent of tapping something with her pinky finger. To you, it might as well have been a slap to the entirety of your skull. You rub your head to ease the pain and say "Fair enough..." in response, ending the discussion.
"I need to do something else for a while, so I'll leave you both to it. Don't go easy on her." she says, hovering out of the ring to leave. And before you can ask, "Wait, with your boxing gloves on?" she was already gone, causing you to look down at Mini-Me who had finally stood up and waved at you again. Honestly, she was cute, but it IS just a weird clone version of the babe you've had your eyes on this entire time. Even if she had some soft squeezable thighs suffocated by her short shorts, wide hips, and a sports bra that was really loose on her as she bounced around in place to warm up--NO. No, Anon. Focus. You can't let her down now.
Considering you've barely interacted with the Mini-Me, you treat her just like you would the one you knew best. You proceed to offer her good luck and such for the match ahead, only for her to interrupt you with a shrill "PUUUSSYYYYYYYY!"
You blink. "What?"
"I said you're a PUUUUUSSYYYYYYY!" she exclaims again, giggling. "You can't even handle Boss, what makes you think you can handle meeeeee?"
As you proceed to give several counterarguments that involve your pelvis only being 80% shattered to show you could handle her, she proceeds to bop you in the gut with an orange glove a couple of times, before reaching up to do the same to your nose, a little hop each time she did it. You swiftly smack her arm away from you and tell her to knock it off. She giggles some more, spinning away from you before bending over forward and patting herself on the butt. You'd be more pissed if it didn't jiggle a bit.
"Whyyyy don'tcha make meeeee~" she offers in a now-grating singsong tone, before finally popping up into a proper boxing stance.
You promise that you will.
"Allllrighty then! Boss said knock you out, biiiiiiiitch! Ding dingggggg~"
What followed was a long game of cat and mouse, you attempting to pin down Mini-Me anywhere only for her to dance around and evade your punches. The second you got tired, she'd strike, sinking into your body with leather, still mocking you and laughing along the way. But for every time you went down, for every lewd wiggly victory dance she did once she sent you to the mat, you somehow didn't wear out. You just got more angry, more determined, more energized to teach her a lesson. And while she was a tough apple to skin, you were finally managing it. After five rounds of this, it only took two for you to turn the tables. Her giggles now had a lot of heavy panting in the middle, and her grunts every time you swung down onto her made it a lot harder for you to mock you or run. Not that that stopped her, and thank God it didn't.
She was obviously punchdrunk now judging by how wobbly her legs were, sweat (well, juice) dripping down her swaying chest as she hunched over to catch her breath, gloves on her knocked-together knees...and with one last grin, she looked up to you and said smugly:
"Y-you...hit...like a girllllll..."
Without hesitation, you reeled back and smacked Mini-Me in the side of her head with a right hook, sending her spinning almost comically to the other edge of the ring. Eventually, she'd crash land over the ropes, the shortstack's bottom-half now raised to you as her top-half dangled outside the ring and groaned. There was no 10-count needed; you won. Taking just a second to admire the sight, her shorts having wedged up her ass from the action and displaying her incredibly round cheeks, you also took zero hesitation in yanking them right off of her; and then, yanking yours down too. You were rock solid, be it from a mix of adrenaline or the fact that your opponent had been flaunting her body since the start of the fight. You were a prizefighter, and it was time to collect your purse.
You pulled your arm back and spanked her across the ass, a loud "eep!" coming from her as her cheeks wobbled in place...then a giggle.
"I...see you're a guy who knows what he waaaants..." she said, faintly. You grabbed onto her head like Pompom did, lifting her into the air and making her shorts slide off her thighs and onto the floor. She still seemed out of it, her senses rattled by power punches, but she looked at you with confusion.
"Um...are you taking me back to Boss nowwwww?" she asked. You pushed her into your chest to hold her still as you leaned against the ropes, then hooked your forearm around her right thigh, followed by the left. You spread her legs wide, and as she looked down to see your dick, her tune suddenly changed. She sounded nervous.
"...hah! Ha ha! Anon, you big sillyyyyy! You're not serious, riiiiiAAANH~"
You planted her ass onto your dick, forcing her to sing soprano until she went down to the base. She was incredibly tight, your cock twitching twice inside her as you let out a satisfied groan yourself. Once the initial wave of pleasure petered out, you had no hesitation pumping her slow and hard, the loud smacks of flesh against flesh reverberating in the empty gym. You were thrusting with so much force that a sports bra strap slid off her shoulder, her left tit slipping out and bouncing right alongside the rest of her.
"Agh~! Oo! A-Anon, I'm sorryyyyy!" she squealed between hot shuddering breaths, and in response you merely gave her yet another deep thrust that had her throw her head back once more and squirt onto the canvas as your forearms clamped onto her plump legs. "Not good enough," you growl back, before increasing your speed to "beast in heat" levels. Her tiny body was simply too easy to manhandle as you railed her, her asshole tightening around your cock as she whined some more. A symphony of wet PLAPs as precum trickled down your shaft mixed with more of those high-pitched moans, and broke up Mini-Me's pleading "Anon! You win! You're strong! Slow dowwwwn!" You smugly ask her if she meant to say "stop" instead, and before she can blather out a correction or an excuse, you drive even deeper into her.
Her boots kicked the air in an attempt to resist, but she wasn't able to do much else besides continuously take your thick dick and moan. You had already gotten so used to her that you didn't even need to think about fucking her "hard" anymore; you had a natural rhythm and were thrusting into her purely on autopilot. The bratty double seemed to relax herself more with every thrust, accepting that you were going to have your fun until you finally came inside. Her long ears whipping around as she tried to shake herself loose eventually settled, now bobbing purely from the force of your hips slamming into her. Noticeably, her moans sounded a lot less like she wanted to break free and more like she was just having a good time. Even any pained "ow"s in-between were gone, and after that, eventually her pussy just kept squirting every time you rammed into her.
But every man has their limit, and you were about to hit yours. You slowed down the pace on your last few just to savor the pleasure of a hole now reshaped for your dick, as well as her butt clapping against your pelvis. After once, twice, thrice, you fill her as deep and as hard as you can on the fourth before you finally cum. As you spurt hot loads into her, her moan syncs up with each one she feels. "Ah! Ah! AH! AHHHHHhhhhhhh~!"
You slowly but surely pull her off and take a few steps forward away from the puddle of love you two created together, before unceremoniously letting her drop on the ground. Her filled ass lets the load you just release leak onto the mat as it remains high in the air, and as you make a full circle to look at Mini-Me closely, you notice that she's drooling on the floor, still twitching as pleasure rings within every inch of her tiny self.
...but you're still hard. Still horny.
You get an idea.
You grab her by the ears and drag her to the center of the ring, before nudging her with your boot and flipping her over onto her back. While she looks up to you with what one might assume is "alarm", eventually, she gets her trademark smile back.
"Oh, you wanna go another rouuuuund?" she asks, before winking at you. "I'm not finished yet, looooserrrrrr~" Despite her words, you couldn't help but notice her slowly spreading her legs.
You know what you must do.
You drop to all fours over Mini-Me, pinning down her arms before driving right into her warm soaking pussy. Her tiny legs shoot up as the heel of her boots tapped onto your lower back, and you begin to press into her over and over again. She lets out a much longer cry as you fuck her raw, same speed from just a few moments earlier but in uncharted territory; well, truth be told; she somehow felt tighter than before. Manhandling Mini-Me was getting to be lots of fun, as the entirety of your athletic build pressed on top of her (ironically) pear-shaped one. Not to mention seeing her expressions from the front; her dot-eyes looked lustful, and seeing her mouth go from a smirk to a drooling, dopey smile was satisfying. Your grunts as you grit your teeth are instinctual and guttural, the polar opposite of her tone and demands:
"Fuuuuck! More, Anon, I want more of that diiiiick! Empty your balls inside me and make me your biiiiitch! Take me, take me, TAKE M--"
You shut her up by kissing her in the middle of your passionate "workout", tongue wrapping around hers while you proceed to give Mini-Me what she craves the most: you. It was even more satisfying knowing that this cocky shortstack couldn't help but beg for a fucking. In response to your tenderness, her legs begin to lock around you as best they can, still eager for all your seed. As the scent and taste of cider mix together again, you just feel like fucking her twice as hard and twice as fast. Her legs keep trying to push you even deeper, anyway, so you try to oblige. You're not quite sure what the anatomy of a tiny humanoid apple girl is, but even if she was 100% human you still feel like you were hitting so deep that you invented something beyond the G-spot; and the long humming Mini-Me was giving into your mouth as you kiss seemed to imply she agreed, too.
You feel as though you're ready to bust again, and you pull out of Mini-Me's mouth to let her know. Your mouths have a saliva trail leaving, and as you begin to warn her, she just says "Yesssss, cum inside meeeeeeee!" As your balls slap against her loudly again and again and again, you really force her into the ring's canvas in order to give her as much as you can as deep as you can. Finally, the urge to cum hits you at once, builds for just one second more, before giving you great release as you relax and creampie Mini-Me with a continuous series of shots. She clings onto you via her legs and trembles as she takes it, yet another scream as she orgasms almost in sync. Your fluids flow into her and her out onto you, before you finally feel your energy and sex drive leaving you. You untense and rest against Mini-Me.
"Haah...haah...haah...th-that...was funnnnnnn..." she says, with yet another giggle. "You knocked me up instead of knocking me outtttttt!"
You ask if it's possible for her to get pregnant, breaking into a cold sweat.
"No, sillyyyyy! I'm just kiddinggggggg! But yeah, you winnnnn!"
Just as you prepare to brag, she poofs; her task having been completed. You barely manage to avoid falling into another puddle of conquest, before scrambling over on all foursfour to put your trunks back on. Fuck why was this so hard to do with gloves on? Whatever, you manage to slip them up just in time before you hear a couple of stomps get really close and see AMPP-Prime enter the room, covered in blood.
"Sorry, some Grunts were unhappy with their pay, so I had to settle their complaints with physical persuasion." she said, playing with her now returned ear. "It seems you've won. Congratulations." You get the fuck out of the ring as quickly as possible hoping she doesn't seem what else happened in there. You salute her because...fuck, dude, please DO NOT look.
Pompom folds her arms, eyeing you suspiciously. She has one question on her mind. You can see it in her eyes.
"We'll have to get you a uniform for AAHW fieldwork. How do you feel about the color gray?"