Salos vs the Gullwings

(Flameshield -roll 95- Crit Fail!)
(Gullwing Molestation -roll 70- Success! -Participants -roll 3-

Salos question was punctuated by him exploding again. He fell to his knees as the trio surrounded him. He could do nothing as they all turned around and pinned his head between their lovely asses.


(Salos has been defeated!)

Salos moaned, buried under their asses.

The three stepped away from him, and he slumped to the ground without the support of their backsides.

"Had enough?" Paine asked with a smile as she looked down on the defeated man.

“You three don’t play fair.” He groaned as he tried to summon his strength, but he was too weak.

"Sounds like someone's a sore loser!" The blonde said as she pushed Salos over and sat on him.

"I'm not sure why you think that wasn't fair?" The brunette said as she took a seat next to his head. She wasn't sitting on him but close enough that he could nuzzle his face against her cheeks if he wanted to.

"We certainly didn't have anything to do with you blowing yourself up." the gray haired woman added.

“Can you please get off my face. I’ll take any humiliation over being someone’s seat again.” Salos admits.

"But didn't you say you liked it when a girl sits on your face?" the blonde asked as she reluctantly got off of him.

“I do, but if I really like a girl. I don’t know you three that well.” He said, hoping that would be enough.

The brunette help Salos get up and pulled him into a hug. "That's actually kind of sweet. I'm Yuna, and my friends are Rikku and Paine."

"Would you be willing to let me go?" Salos asked nicely.

"Nope." Paine said as she threw and arm around his shoulders and grinned at him.

"Besides, after spending a night with us, you just be begging us to sit on your face all the time!" Rikku added.


"I suppose, we could let you go." Yuna said after think for a moment. "But not for free. We one fair and square, so we should get something, don't you think?"

"What would you want? I don't really carry any valuables." Salos said honestly.

"Then I guess your stuck with us." Paine remarked dryly.

"Really? You don't even have anything of sentimental value?" Yuna asked curiously.

"I stopped carrying anything super valuable because I keep ending up losing my outfit a lot. I usually end a midara dress up doll or baby." He admits, a little dispirited.

"Then I'm afraid that we can't let you go." Yuna told him softly before Rikku cheered and pulled him into a kiss.

"How do you girls keep changing outfits so quickly if I may ask?" He asks, feeling stuck.

"Magic." Paine replied flatly.

"Pretty much, yeah." Yuna confirmed with a nod. "It's kind of complicated, but, to put it simply, our magic lets swap our clothes with outfits we've worn before"

"That's interesting magic." He admits with a little blush.

"Why? Do you long for those outfits that midara keep dressing you up in?" Rikku teased as she gave him a peck on his cheek.

Salos didn't answer as his went full blown red.

The trio of beautiful woman giggled as they guided the embarrassed man to a seat. They then started cuddling him, with Rikku once again sitting on his lap.

"I don't think you would want to see that." He said with a hit of hesitation.

"See what?" Yuna asked innocently as she and her friends continued to snuggle their prey into submission.

"What I was forced to wear in the past." He admitted. He didn't know how their strange magic worked and was afraid of being made fun of.

"Alright, alright." Rikku relented as she made a show of slumping over in defeat.

The pryomancer then found himself pulled into a kiss by the gray haired woman. "So we can't sit on your face, we can't dress you up, none of us have the tits for breastfeeding, and the only one who could pull of motherly is Yuna." the brown haired woman let out a faux indignant squawk. "For a loser, you're awfully picky. What kind of fun can we have with you?"