“Catch!”: A POLYTRIX Story (18+)
Featuring: Mira, Zoey, Rumi
Warning: the following story contains elements of sexual themes and other explicit topics that are not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please do not continue reading if you are underage - you will not be warned again!
The trio of idols tiredly pushed their home door open, dragging their feet behind them as they exhaustedly tried to remove each piece of exorbitant, tight-fitting clothing and jewelry.
It did not take long before the three found their own forms of comfortability: Mira had switched into a comfy pink cotton sleep shirt and pink short-shorts, Zoey stripped down to nothing but a baby blue tank top with matching-colored panties and socks, and Rumi decided to mix it up with her reliable sports bra and her infamous teddy bear pajama pants.
“To whoever invented press days, count your days,” Mira tiredly proclaimed, collapsing face-first into the massive bed in her room.
“Yeah, my brain’s all fuzzy,” Zoey muttered as she rubbed her eyes and followed closely behind Mira before collapsing next to her.
“Worry not, guys, I’m built for handling lots of questions,” Rumi yawned as she was the last to collapse in the bed next to Mira.
The three took a collective sigh before noisily breathing out, their faces still buried in the mattress.
“We’re definitely gonna have to ask Bobby to double-check interview questions next time,” Zoey turned her head to face Mira and Rumi to her left.
“Yes, please.” Mira turned to face Zoey. “I am so sick of being asked the same thing a million times.”
“Tell me about it,” Rumi added as she turned away from the two girls to face the nightstand to her left.
Suddenly, Rumi’s eyes widened. She could not tell if it was due to her fatigue, but she saw something poking out of the drawer: a vibrant, pink rod that seemed suspiciously designed. Without hesitation, Rumi quickly reached over to pull it out, revealing what appeared to be a sizable, phallic-shaped toy attached to a black mount with several straps connected to it.
“Well, look what we have here,” Rumi grinned immaturely as she pulled the object out of the nightstand drawer before grabbing it by the straps and gently swinging it around.
Mira bewilderedly turned to see what Rumi was referring to before abruptly sitting up and gasping so hard that the oxygen levels in the room could have depleted.
“W-where did you…?!” Mira was stunned as her face quickly turned beet red.
“Word of advice, Mira? Try closing your drawers a little better,” Rumi chuckled as she passed the pink strap-on toy over to a panicking Mira.
Zoey quickly perched up to see what the fuss was all about. “Oh, Mira’s strap-on? Yeah, she’s really good with that thing!”
Mira gasped again, this time darting her attention at Zoey who was trying to cover a sly smirk.
“Zoey…!” Mira exclaimed shyly.
“Oh, is that right?” Rumi smiled as she glanced over to the two idols. “And has Mira ever taken it herself?”
“Nah, she always makes me take it because I’m smaller,” Zoey pouted as she crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks.
“Well, that’s not very fair, now is it, Mira?” Rumi asked gently as she nonchalantly placed one of her hands on Mira’s thigh, the latter flinching immediately from the touch.
“H-hey, she’s not telling you everything…” Mira winced as she looked away from Rumi, too embarrassed and slightly aroused to face her. “Zoey and I will challenge each other to win in a competition and whoever loses has to take the strap.”
“Well, yeah, but you always do challenges that you know I can’t win!” Zoey continued to pout. “It really isn’t that fair!”
A light bulb switched on in Rumi’s brain.
“Well, let’s make things fairer!” Rumi exclaimed as she shrugged her shoulders. “I say we do another competition right now, and if Zoey wins, she gets to strap you, Mira.”
Mira crossed her arms. “Hmph, whatever. You can try to make up some arbitrary rules for her all you’d like, but she still won’t win!”
“On paper, this challenge is straightforward,” Rumi explained, “but in execution, it may be just a bit tough for our little Zoey.
Zoey audibly sighed. “Oh, no, what is it?”
“You have to hold Mira for ten consecutive seconds,” Rumi answered. “Do that, and she is all yours.”
Zoey’s eyes lit up like a constellation. “Just ten seconds? I can do that!”
Mira scoffed in disbelief. “Oh, please, she can hardly hold me for five. This will be a piece of cake.”
“Then if we’re ready,” Rumi spoke, “the game starts now.”
Zoey quickly wrapped her arms around Mira’s shoulders. “Let’s have lots of fun, Mira!”
Mira chuckled at the absurd situation as she reached her hand up to place it on one of Zoey’s arms, taken in by just how much she valued her tiny friend’s big embrace.
Suddenly, however, Mira’s ears picked up something.
“Five, six, seven…” Zoey whispered.
Mira quickly pulled away from Zoey’s grasp and sprung out of the bed.
“Oh, you think you’re being cute, huh?” Mira paced back and forth, not darting her eyes away from Zoey for a single second.
“Bitch, I’m adorable,” Zoey grinned menacingly as she quickly jumped out the bed and dashed straight for Mira.
Mira quickly turned to bolt out of the room, making multiple turns through the hallway to confuse Zoey and throw her off her trail. Still, that did not do much to keep Zoey at arm’s length as Mira could still hear her rapid footsteps behind her.
Mira shifted her focus back on increasing the distance between her and Zoey, occasionally hiding in different rooms to get the latter lost. Her efforts worked but only temporary.
Much time had passed since the game started and Mira was finally able to gain enough distance between her and Zoey to take her time and walk peacefully. Eventually, she appeared before an open storage door, filled to the brim with an ungodly amount of boxes and old musical equipment.
As she entered to peruse the room, Mira could not help but be taken in by the memories of all the equipment scattered throughout its confines. Suddenly, her attention darted to something oddly familiar.
“Rumi’s keyboard!” Mira exclaimed as she picked up a digital keyboard that was once used by the girls early in their careers. As she traced her fingers across the black and white keys, Mira immediately noticed that most of them on the higher octave appeared to be smashed in with deliberate force.
“Rumi told me that this keyboard got lost,” Mira spoke to herself. “It looks like someone got angry and hit it, but what kind of human would be this strong?”
Mira closed her eyes, pondering how the keyboard could have sustained the damage it took.
Mira immediately remembered the night that the original Honmoon was destroyed. She recalled seeing a disheveled Rumi, her hair in a complete mess as she pathetically appeared before Mira and Zoey doused in ominous, glowing patterns and one of her eyes discolored. And then - perhaps what she would consider anything but her finest moment - the memory of Mira pulling out her Gok-Do and pointing it defensively at the woman she could no longer believe was Rumi.
“Rumi,” Mira gently said, “You must’ve gotten angry one day and your demon powers slipped out and made you break the keyboard. You must’ve been so scared to tell us the truth for so long…”
Mira gently placed down the keyboard before turning away to leave the storage room.
“Found you!” A voice suddenly echoed at the entrance of the storage room.
Mira was startled for a second before realizing that it was Zoey. Though she had panicked for a bit at the beginning of the game, Mira quickly remembered that Zoey had never beaten her in a single competition. With that in mind, Mira’s demeanor relaxed and she stood in front of Zoey with oozing confidence.
“You’re not going anywhere…!” Zoey exclaimed with a coy smirk, her hands out in front of her as she stepped closer to an unfazed Mira.
“Please,” Mira rolled her eyes with her hand on her hip, “you are not strong enough to restrain me.”
“She’s not, but I am,” an ominous yet distinct voice spoke directly behind Mira as the figure wrapped both of their arms tightly around her waist.
Mira quickly turned her head behind her. “R-Rumi…?!”
“Zoey told me that she might need a bit of muscle to reel you in,” Rumi whispered seductively close to Mira’s ear as she pressed herself closer into the latter’s backside.
As Rumi’s grip on her increased, Mira looked down to see purple, ethereal markings suddenly appear all over the former’s forearms.
“Still feel untamable, Mira?” Rumi’s amplified demonic voice echoed as she traced her forked tongue slowly up the back of Mira’s neck. “No worries, we’ll change that quickly.”
Mira’s mind quickly started sprinting in a million directions at once. Where did Rumi come from? How was she able to sneak up behind her if the room only opens one way?
Then it hit her: amidst the chase, Rumi hid herself in the storage room, hoping that Mira would take refuge in there - a gamble to be sure, but one that clearly paid off.
“Zoey, come get your prize,” Rumi exclaimed. “It’s not going anywhere.”
Zoey inched closer to Mira who was still trying to free herself from the restraint of Rumi’s grasp, an effort that was fruitless as Mira simply could not overcome a demon hunter using her demon strength.
“W-wait, Rumi, please let me go,” Mira pleaded. “I will do anything you ask - dishes, laundry, paying for food - anything you ask, I’ll do it!”
“Anything I ask?” Rumi raised her eyebrows in intrigue.
“Anything!” Mira answered desperately.
“Then I ask that you shut up and stay still,” Rumi responded as she took one of her hands and grabbed Mira’s face, keeping her head still to face Zoey who was only inches away from her.
“This is gonna be great!” Zoey exclaimed as she quickly wrapped her arms around Mira’s waist. “One, two, three, four…”
A bead of sweat formed on the back of Mira’s neck before rolling down under her shirt and past her lower back.
“What’s the matter, Mira?” Rumi chuckled seductively. “Scared that she’ll use the strap-on better than you? Or maybe you’re worried that you might not be able to take it all.”
Mira’s eyes widened. The truth was that it was not one or the other she was nervous about - it was both.
“… five, six, seven…” Zoey continued to count.
No matter what she tried, Mira simply could not break free from a rabid Zoey and a demonic Rumi. At that point, there was nothing left for Mira to do except to accept her fate.
“… eight, nine, ten…!” Zoey grinned as she looked up excitedly at Mira. “You’re mine now.”
As Rumi and Zoey released their grips, Mira collapsed to her knees, trapped in a daze at the realization of what was to come.
“Zoey, I have an idea,” Rumi said.
“Yeah, Rumi?” Zoey giggled with her arms behind her back.
“Wouldn’t it be so hot if we fucked her here - right now?” Rumi suggested.
The rhythm of Mira’s heart switched patterns, increasing more as she turned to find that Rumi had her personal strap-on in her grasp.
“That’s a great idea,” Zoey smirked, crouching to meet Mira at eye level. “What do you think? Are you fine with that?”
“I-I’m… I…” Mira stuttered, her throat getting drier each second she spoke, “I’m not… against it…”
Zoey grabbed Mira’s face with both of her tiny hands. “I knew it - you’ve must’ve really wanted this for a while, but you wanted to act all cool. I think it’s kinda cute.”
Without hesitation, Zoey quickly leaned close to Mira, pressing her soft lips against the flustered idol over and over before injecting her wetted tongue inside of Mira’s mouth. Mira, no longer desiring to keep up her nonchalant façade, grabbed Zoey by her curvy, squishy waist, pulling her in before she started pathetically grinding her pelvis against her. Eventually, the two of them started to grind against each other, maintaining intense eye contact as they huffed and panted into each other’s mouths.
“God, you guys are so hot,” Rumi grinned before moving her hand down and tracing a noticeable bulge beneath her pajama pants. “Zoey, I think it’s time.”
Rumi grasped the phallic rod on the strap-on before a purple glow emitted from her hand. As she released it, it began to twitch and throb before being covered in demonic etchings - similar to what covered Rumi’s skin - and slightly increasing in size and girth.
“Catch,” Rumi commanded as she tossed the demonic strap-on to an eager Zoey. Without breaking eye contact from Mira, Zoey caught it. She quickly put both her legs through the openings before adjusting the entire mechanism to fit properly on her pelvis before pushing Mira back to force her to sit up by the support of her arms.
“Ooh, Rumi, you really made this one extra special,” Zoey licked her lips as she gripped and inspected the dildo. “Mira’s gonna love this!”
Zoey grasped the linings of Mira’s shorts and panties before pulling them all the way off and tossing them to the side, Mira’s ankles sat comfortably on Zoey’s shoulders.
“I’ve been waiting for this…!” Zoey drooled as she traced the dildo up and down the lips between Mira’s hips. Mira, on the other hand, was shivering and trembling in arousal as her body became more sensitive to Zoey’s touch.
Then, in one thrust, Zoey slammed the pink, phallic rod deep into Mira, the latter yelping from suddenly being spread in such an abrupt manner.
“Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in,” Zoey moaned as she continued to thrust repeatedly into Mira’s pelvis.
Mira’s eyes rolled back into her skull as cute moans and whimpers came out of her mouth. Zoey continued her thrusting before moving closer to penetrate Mira deeper.
“Agh, I- fuck!” Mira exclaimed as she leaned her head back, her mind becoming fuzzier each second she was getting pounded into.
“You’re quite noisy, love,” Rumi began as she reached into her pajama pants to pull out her massive, throbbing shaft. “Let’s take care of that.”
Rumi approached Mira as she grabbed her by the hair and inserted her member into Mira’s saliva-coated mouth, slowly moving back and forth as she watched the latter so swallow every inch.
“Look at you taking two big cocks like a good girl,” Zoey teased as she continued to wear out Mira’s insides.
“Especially when you’re so wet in both holes,” Rumi added, still moving her shaft back and forth in Mira’s mouth.
Mira tried to speak, but with her mouth full, she was only able to speak and talk in an aroused muffle.
“Speak up, I can’t hear you,” Rumi mocked before pulling her throbbing rod out of Mira’s mouth.
“Fuck my ass, please,” Mira begged, still in a sex-driven euphoria, “I want both of you inside me and fucking me until I can’t take it.”
Rumi devilishly grinned. “Zoey, let her ride you.”
“With pleasure!” Zoey responded as she pulled Mira by the waist and falling backwards on to the floor underneath her, the strap-on still buried inside Mira. Zoey then started to guide Mira’s hips as the latter grinded and slammed down on the dildo.
Rumi then knelt behind Mira as she gripped her rear before spreading her buttocks open to find another entryway for her to pleasure herself. A drop of spit rained down from Rumi’s mouth and on to her shaft and tip before shoving herself into Mira’s other hole.
“Ugh, fuck, fuck!” Mira moaned audibly, her thighs trembling and tightening as both Zoey and Rumi pounded into her simultaneously. The two continued to dig deep into Mira, penetrating repeatedly and hoping that Mira would soon detonate.
“W-whoa, it… feels like I going to come…!” Zoey said.
“Me, too…!” Rumi moaned as she quickly increased her thrusting speed.
The bodies of all the girls slowly started to stiffen and get hotter, their moans suddenly going silent before erupting into loudness. Rumi’s shaft ejected a hot, white fluid into Mira’s rear while the demonic-powered strap-on somehow also spilled a similar substance into Mira’s orifice, and Mira ejaculated a clear liquid down the phallic rod before collapsing into Zoey’s chest.
Zoey giggled as she could feel Mira’s entire body trembling. “Aww, look how shaky she is.”
Rumi pulled herself out of Mira before lying right next to Mira and Zoey. “Yeah, but she did such a great job.”
Mira continued to pant, her body doused in sweat and fluids as she continued to try and catch her breath and regain her composure.
“That… was a blast…” Mira smiled, still cuddling with Zoey, “but you guys are a bunch of cheaters…”
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