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There was nothing like spending a day at the game shop, especially after Thanksgiving. Doreen had a pleasant family life but she definitely needed some time away from nieces and nephews all eager to flip through and play with her cards, from her aunts and uncles that chastised her for ‘being so protective’ of said cards, from her parents asking when she planned on finding a boyfriend and having little card grubbing kits of her own.

Doreen had spent a fortune on the new One Piece Card Game and she was eagerly testing for the next metagame. The slew of decks that she had requested Sherri play against her favorite pet deck, Black Smoker, with herself playing into the nemesis of her archetype, Red Zoro. A turn one Nami had snowballed into card advantage and attacks that Doreen had managed to withstand and now she had clawed her way back into control. Sherri’s board was almost empty even though she had made multiple shots against Doreen’s life total. Doreen was a turn away from victory, her team ready to fully unload and seal a game win. 

It was Sherri’s turn, Doreen had seen her draw, watched with anticipation flicking her two cards back and forth in her hand as beads of sweat dripped along her brow. Sherri examined the card in her hand, almost for an agonizingly long duration before she moved her hands towards the bottom layer of cards, “I’ll tap ten Don,” Doreen’s ears perked, the finishing move of all Red decks, Whitebeard was coming, she just knew it, “and I’ll summon.. Big Momma-“ ..Big Mom wasn’t in Red, Doreen thought, “Ellie!” 

The words didn’t make sense to Doreen as she sat there, her ears perked, her eyes focused in on Sherri who had not yet played a card. Was this some sort of trick? An altered card? A new card from one of the sets that had been released in Japan but not yet in the states? She waited for Sherri to reveal the Big.. Big Momma.. Big Momma Ellie? Hands suddenly pulled onto Doreen’s body as her eyes widened. A trunk wound around her body from behind and dragged her into the soft pillowy tits that Doreen loved to call home, she felt the bulging length of an aroused Ellie smearing against her jeans from behind as Doreen’s heart skipped a beat, the momentary lapse of control of her fingers that wanted to spasm delayed only by her concern for her exceptionally pricey cards that fell from her hands onto the playmat below. “Shrrrii..” Doreen grunted at the tightening sensation on her neck as her toes curled inside her converse sneakers. “Nnhoh.. Fair!” 

Her jeans were peeled down her thighs and suddenly her body felt as warm as the Thanksgiving holiday as between her body came the hot wet slap of cockmeat against her pussy. Ellie’s body rolled between her lower lips, smearing them with slick pre-cum as the mommaphant grunted overhead, Doreen’s pussy drooled against the thick slab of cock, adding her own nectar to the already damp shaft. Her body crumpled over the side of the table, jaw gaping open as Ellie’s cocktip began to push between her plumpened cuntlips. “I’ll attack your leader with Zoro,” Sherri said bluntly, content to keep playing while Doreen’s body was slowly being filled with cockmeat. “No actions? Guess that’s one life taken..” 

Doreen spasmed hotly, drool spilling down her chin as her body was pushed further against the table by Ellie’s hips, allowing more of that fat girthy mommacock to push inside. The prehensile tip worming its way deeper into Doreen’s pussy, as much as she wanted to use a blocker to prevent Sherri from taking another swing against her life total she simply couldn’t breathe at this point! The pleasure of having her cunt stretched around Ellie’s girth was taking away her mental faculties to the point that her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as the hardened length squished against her womb entrance. 

“Oh my, you’re so distracted.. I guess I’ll just have to win,” Sherri sneered as she maneuvered the last card in front of her, “I’ll attack leader again, for game.” In that moment poor Doreen felt the warmth of c- Defeat

Doreen hadn’t noticed it but Sherri’s paws were suddenly in front of her, those splaying toes pressing against her face and squishing into her fur. “Sherri,” Cautioned a groaning voice, it was Ellie overhead and her eyes were staring down at Sherri with warning, “Be nice to her..” 

“I am being nice!” Sherri’s voice pitched up as she squished her paws more forcibly into Doreen’s face making her blush as she was dicked from behind with the weight of Ellie’s cock helping to grind her face into those soft cushioned pawtoes. “Look, she loves it! She’s a little paw slut after all.” The explanation and Doreen’s sordid moans seemed to calm Ellie’s concerns, tipping her head downwards she noticed that Doreen was indeed adoring the affections of Sherri’s scrunching toes against her features. Her tongue extending and rolling against the soft exposed pawpads as much as she could, her eyes tearing up at the corners as she gave hot damp moans that Sherri took as offerings for her paws!

Victory was sweet, but for Doreen the taste of Sherri’s paws squishing against her tongue while Ellie’s length plowed into her convulsing pussy, it turned out defeat was even sweeter! Her desires for a day of gaming was supplanted by the pleasures she felt in that moment, her tongue eagerly licking at whatever of Sherri’s paw she could find while her body was thrusted into. “Isthokay.. Mitthcooper..” Doreen gave muffled moans, “Ayham.. Ohkaayyy..” Her words punctuated with a high pitched whine as Ellie’s hips clapped against her own, pushing the tip of her wriggling length against her cervix and feeling the dilated bulb twitching against her intensifying ruts. 

Sherri’s pawtoes were now damp with the heated whimpers from Doreen’s mouth, those pawtoes squishing in to her gaping mouth and teasing against her face like Sherri was simultaneously massaging Doreen while getting her own paws worked on! “I think we’ll have to make this part of my prize for winning from now on.” Sherri smirked, her paws now working into Doreen’s mouth, her foretoes on each paw pinching at either side of Doreen’s cheeks and spreading them apart so her tongue was hanging out as the squirrel girl panted blissfully. 

Doreen’s body quivered as a rush of orgasm raced through her body, her tensing figure spasming around Ellie’s cock that was practically being sucked into the depths of Doreen’s cunt. Her hips convulsed and her thighs involuntarily pulled upwards, her footpaws grasping around either side of Ellie’s thighs as her bright green eyes became watery from intensifying pleasure, Ellie’s cock didn’t pause while her pussy spasmed, in fact it did the exact opposite, pumping harder and deeper, more forcefully than ever before, pounding against Doreen’s womb, “Sherhiii.. I’m.. I’m..” 

The heaving grunts grew deeper, more vigorous as Ellie lunged her hips into Doreen from behind, the weight of her body pressing deep into the small squirrel girl’s figure mashing her between the soft skinned heft of Ellie’s chonky frame and the firm table underneath. “Get ready sweetheart..” Ellie crooned sweetly as if she was almost apologetic for her role in Doreen’s loss of the game, but not enough to keep her cock from suddenly erupting deep into Doreen’s womb. 

Ellie’s balls were often churning with enough cum to fill a pitcher to the brim and then some, Doreen would find out firsthand just how pent up the mommaphant had been over thanksgiving weekend. Doreen felt the weight first, the intensifying and increasingly thickening ropes of hot buttery momma-cum slathering the inside of her womb, stacking with layer after layer of hot sticky jizz that didn’t empty out from her belly. Ellie’s cock so thick and swelling at the base with her veiny bulging length that refused to let the flood of unloaded cum escape! “PRHOOOOUUUHHH!” Came the pleasure erupting cry from Momma Ellie, her trumpeting orgasm culminating with Doreen squished underneath the chubby belly as Ellie practically collapsed atop of her. 

Gasping and filled to the brim with Ellie’s womb-plugging load of cum, Doreen simpered against the table while Sherri’s paws gently traced along the sides of her face, “Sherri.. I gotta ask..” Doreen huffed softly while trying to speak in between Sherri’s nudging footpaws, “Did you have anything that turn?” 

A smirk appeared on Sherri’s lips as she leaned back in her chair, her paws still salaciously squishing against Doreen’s face, smearing her toes into her fluffy blushing cheeks. “Nah.. You had the win.” She teased with her tongue poking out, “But it doesn’t count! So I think the score is 1-0 my lead.”

“Sherri,” A thick maternal voice murmured from overhead, and both Doreen and Sherri lifted their eyes up to see the judgmental gaze of Ellie staring down. “I think Doreen deserves a rematch.”