As it was, Kenta and Sunset barely made it out the door in time. They'd arranged to meet with Fluttershy and Pinkie at the train station, before grabbing a bite to eat and taking a shuttle into the heart of the city where the Dazzlings were performing. The dressed-down Kenta stuck out quite a bit standing in the middle of three gorgeous teen bombshells. First, there was Sunset, basically hanging off her boyfriend as they waited. The fme-haired mecha pilot had come dressed for dancing, as evidenced by her tiny, tiny, tiny, barely-there cutoff denim set of cunt-biters, shorts so small ass was spilling out on top and bottom, the lips of her pussy just barely visible over the band. From there, the gestures to modesty became more and more token, starting with an X-shape in masking tape over each nipple, skanky high heels and fishnet bodystocking and rounded out by her favourite bck leather jacket. Pinkie Pie was dressed much the same, with an equally-small pair of shorts: seeing their fat hips side-by-side was eye-watering, two big, barely covered lower bodies swinging around, grippable hips constantly swaying, fat asses constantly bouncing... Unlike Sunset's body stocking and tape, though, she'd opted for candy-striped thigh-high socks with her high heels, and a fancy sleeveless crop top that looked more like a bib for all the help it did struggling to contain those massive teenage milkers. Given her 'shirt' bounced off and bared her breasts with literally every step, it was a good thing she'd worn pasties then! The downside: the milk constantly oozing from her chest made actually staying stuck on for long an impossibility, leaving Pinkie to constantly have to reapply them manually. Silly girl~ Which just left Fluttershy, who also stood out, but for different reasons to him. She'd gone with cssic nightclub chic, the look of a girl who just wanted to get on her back and full of cock in a stranger's apartment ASAP. Was Pinkie to bme? Very possibly. Either way, Fluttershy wore a little bck dress with one shoulder strap, looking utterly adorable for the trouble: the shiny bck tex garment fit her body tight as a glove, yet sloped out tremendously once the curves really got going. Her earlier act of paizuri on Kenta had been nothing short of heavenly, and one gnce at how she filled her outfit out made it pin as day why: she must have the biggest rack in his entire css. Each of those whoppers made its own obscene indent in the stretchy material, the valley of her cleavage spilling out to either side, unrestrained, excessive, aiming to take up as much space as possible. Contrasted with the way her dress vacuum-sealed to her tight-as-a-drum tum and you had a diabolical look to leave a man panting... to say nothing of the big bustling ass in back, spilling almost all the way out. No underwear, of course, and another pair of torturous high heels on the feet to rival the other girl's. No girl would be caught dead at this concert tonight without at least six-inch stilettos, after all, not after the Dazzling's test hit song: "Sves To Fashion." That song was also responsible for tonight's choice in chokers: to show their support for the pop group, each girl wore a Dazzlings-brand choker, promised to be even tighter and more satisfying than what they normally wore. Fluttershy and Pinkie waved when they saw Kenta and Sunset coming over, one with a little waggle of the wrist by her hip, the other with enough screaming and jumping up and down to make anyone who wasn't already staring join in. Meeting his students at the station almost gave Kenta a heart attack right out of the gate, what with how they were dressed (or, more precisely, not dressed). Looking at them, it was like they were going to an orgy instead of a concert, and he had absolutely no idea where to look at all. Kenta himself was dressed retively normal in a tight pair of pants, a fairly heavy jacket with a rge, open metal colr, and a sleeveless shirt underneath with a dipping neckline that showed off his chiseled, scarred chest. It was typical enough to make him feel like he was a bit out of pce amongst all of this exposed teen flesh. Pinkie's bouncing, wobbling chest didn't escape Kenta's attention, and his hand went from lightly resting on Sunset's plush netted ass suddenly took her in a death grip as he gawked at the sight. When what he first assumed to be a bit of sweat coming from her massive melons turned out to be flowing rivulets of milk, his mouth became dry and his mind flooded with all manner of things that he wanted to do with (and to) these girls. Expertly id pns to stay as the upright chaperone for them all were quickly crumpling upon meeting the enemy and they weren't even to the venue yet! It was going to be a long night. "W - wow, you girls..." He eventually was able to breathlessly call out in approval as he looked them both up and down yet again before once more falling silent, being unable to finish his thought since his mind was being completely assaulted by tits. Fluttershy's alone would have filled his vision completely, what with how they were tightly form-fitted into that little tex number. It was a little odd seeing her in that, though a look at Pinkie's bouncing face made it clear that the fun-loving strawberry girl had some kind of hand in how this demure girl was currently presented. Honestly, 'presented' was a good word for it, he thought. With how they were, they might as well just put on a little bow because it was like they were gift-wrapped. Unable to take the sight any longer, Kenta simply had to sample what these girl's heavenly tits felt like. Being driven by his seemingly unquenchable lusts and forgetting that he was probably in public, he slowly, wordlessly pressed a palm against Fluttershy and Pinkie's tits, one each, and gently kneaded the massive fuckpillows in his hands. All that his rational brain could do was hope that it didn't cause too much of a scene. While his hands were busy exploring, the train pulled out of the station, buffeting the crowd about the foursome and pushing them into a corner of the train. Needless to say, this had the added benefit of outsiders not being able to intrude, leaving him to grope and squeeze to his heart's content. Pinkie responded right away, thrusting her chest eagerly into his hands, lifting her barely-there top to let more ample chest pp out into his hands. And eventually even Fluttershy joined in, turning her body away from the train's window to face him more directly. Thankfully her heels added enough height to make the position comfortable, so she didn't have to try standing on tiptoes to get her breasts into the hand of the giant man in front of her. Sunset looked from them to him, then joined in on the groper side, leaning against Pinkie and giving the bubblegum-haired prankster a little flick on her spare breast with her fingertip. She caught Pinkie's chin with her hand and turned her around a bit, pressing their lips together, deeply kissing the other girl who immediately melted into it. "Missed you baby," cooed Sunset, and Pinkie just squealed. "Feels like you're getting started kinda early," said Fluttershy in a small voice, which just made the other girls grin even bigger. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Pinkie leapt up for a moment, hanging in the air as a lengthy gasp dragged all the air out of her lungs... before gravity returned and she dropped back down to earth. She immediately turned on Kenta. "Thanks, Fluttershy! I almost forgot!" And then Kenta heard the sound of a zipper coming down, sounding extra loud in the muted train car. It was immediately followed by a repetitive 'slop-slop-slop' and wet, squishing sounds... "Wh - ?" His eyes naturally dropped to between his legs. And the view... did not disappoint. Kenta’s dick was out of his pants, two brightly nail-polished hands csping it firmly, giving it slow, rhythmic and steady pumps, up and down the meaty shaft, deftly milking him to erection. The throbbing meat pole twitched and spasmed as those delicate girlish hands continued to go at him, but with the way Pinkie was beaming you'd never know anything was going on at all. And, uh, more importantly... only one of those hands was Pinkie's. The one on the left feverishly tugging his cock like its owner needed to see his orgasm right now was none other than the fidgeting, eyes-downcast wallflower in front of him. Fluttershy peeked at his cock out of the corner of her eye even as she tugged it off harder and faster. He quickly hardened under the touch of the two girls, biting his lower lip in order to keep a groan from escaping his mouth as their hands pumped and jerked. His shaft throbbed generously under their touches. Pinkie leaned closer, grinning madly. "Ever since she saw your dick, Fluttershy's had a hyuuge crush on you, teacher! I kinda do too... It's a hell of a cock, after all!" "Y-you have a crush on me, Fluttershy?" Kenta smiled a bit as he kneaded the timid girl's massive chest lovingly. "That's actually pretty cute~" Fluttershy chewed her lip some more and squeaked. Pinkie giggled. Sunset smiled. She couldn’t help but want to tease Fluttershy too. "Yeah, daddy’s dick’s not bad. A little too big though, if you ask me..." T - Too big...?" whined Fluttershy, hips quaking and twisting. It was like a trigger word to get her interest. "Oh yeah... Left me aching and unable to walk after our first time~" giggled Sunny, pying to Fluttershy perfectly. "O - Oh... That sounds awful..." Fluttershy practically moaned. The trickle of clear liquid that had already been making its way down her thigh turned into a gusher. Her handjob became much more enthusiastic instantly. Kenta turned his eyes back to Pinkie and Sunset’s kiss, and the sight, combined with their velvety touches, soon had him jetting precum. It was scalding-hot to watch Sunset like this; on the one hand she was ciming Pinkie with a kiss, on the other she knew exactly what to say to Fluttershy to turn her on. God, she was unstoppable. "Y - Yeah it - nnnh... It's not like... You were compining at the time..." Kenta panted out to Sunset's description of their first fuck with a bit of a smirk. He rolled his hips forward over and over, thrusting his instantly-hard cock into Fluttershy and Pinkie's soft hands, his natural lubrication leaking down in between them to sptter on the train’s floor. He should have known that something like this would happen once he groped them, but he just couldn't help himself. Plus, the way that Fluttershy's eyes locked onto it made him want to keep going, performing for her to see just what his dick was capable of. What a good bunch of girls. What a great handjob he was getting. And then there was the milk spshing his hand from Pinkie’s chest. It was sopping, honestly, running down the back and over his wrist... and she sure didn’t look like she was going to stop anytime soon. Kenta marveled at how well this pink-haired bimbo was producing; he grasped onto the pink nub of her nipple and gave it a rough tug. He watched the jet of her warm, white product spshing around his feet. Milking Pinkie, manhandling Fluttershy's chest, all while watching veritable streams of girlcum pouring down all three girl’s legs added up to Kenta not being able to hold on much longer. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking the two girls' fists while he pced a hand on Sunset's chin, mimicking what she did to Pinkie as he locked lips with her, moaning into her mouth as he went. He’d been pnning to just lose himself to the pleasure like that, fucking the girl’s hands hard and fast. But before he could properly sink into his kiss with Sunset, Kenta was suddenly interrupted by a squeal from Fluttershy... and a great wet sploshing sound! Breaking his kiss with Sunset to look over, he saw he’d inadvertently popped Fluttershy's boob out of her dress! The inevitable had happened almost immediately: white, gushing sprays of creamy fresh milk poured all over him. Combined with Pinkie's jets and both girls had done an excellent job of hosing him down. But now they both arched their backs, moaning and cumming together, hands blurring as they lost all self-control and just raced Kenta to his climax. Kenta squeezed their tits and picked up the pace. If this was how the night was starting, it was probably a good idea to take the edge off now or else he wouldn’t survive. But even as he rushed ahead, moaning and thrusting like a wild animal, his hands didn't leave either girl’s chest. He was as good as glued to the absolutely massive pillows they sported as he worked both of them between his fingers. It was almost addictive how nice it felt. Kenta climaxed at the same time they did. Hot, thick jets of cum roped their way down between the two girls in front of him, adding more to the mess that they were making before even reaching the concert. "Fuh - ...fuck,” he gasped as he emptied his balls. "T - Too good..." The fluid exchange managed to be hotter, stickier and messier than most people could manage in hours. Fluttershy and Pinkie spshing him with gallons of milk with their sticky, twitching pussies gushed girl-cream all over the floor, Kenta jetting off bsts of cum aimed at their bodies and the wall behind them, soaking everything in semen... in the cramped, crowded train carriage, it didn't take long for the smell to be overpowering. Of the 50 or so other people packed in with them, all the girls had wet pussies and all the men had hard dicks. A few of them were already masturbating. Pinkie looked down at where her belly had become drenched in semen and made a paltry attempt at wiping it off. She plucked a few tissues from her handbag and dapped at the filthy cum, only to immediately go "Ooooh," when they immediately became soaked through and disintegrated in her hands. Fluttershy just stared at him, eyes bulging, giving him an almost accusatory look. It was as if she were thinking, "How dare you be so incredibly virile?" She did have a point. Kenta's cock really was too much. Thankfully Sunset was there to kneel in front of Pinkie and lick her friend's belly clean, thrusting her tongue into the other girl's navel. Beside them, Fluttershy found the stuff dripped off her dress pretty easily and busied herself scraping his cum up and eating it off her gloved fingers. She nearly slipped in the semen puddle she was standing in and braced herself on the wall, giving him another dirty, horny look. "G - Geez..." Thankfully, it wasn't much longer before the train reached their station and the doors slid open. Another minute longer and they'd probably have started taking things even further. He quickly shuffled out, pushing past a couple that looked like they’d gotten almost as hot and heavy as him and his group of girls had. Considering the way that things escated on the train, Kenta wondered if Rouge had somehow put a Command Crystal inside of him. It certainly felt that way with how turned on he and everyone else around him was. It almost made Kenta feel a bit ashamed that things had went that far in public. Almost. It was still super hot, so he couldn't feel too bad about it, but if this was any indication, he was probably in for a hell of a night. It made him think back to that wild night at the B3 Club. They stopped briefly to pick up some food and do some quick cleaning up in a public restroom. Somehow, Pinkie was able to work a kind of magic on everyone's clothes, because there were no stains and everything ended up as good as new. Kenta wasn't about to question exactly how she was able to pull it off, instead he was just gd that he didn't end up ruining such amazing outfits. There was a lot of giggling from the girls' restroom as he waited outside, but he didn't decide to question it when they needed to get to the concert grounds. The concert grounds were rger than Kenta was expecting. Colorful lights danced about in the night sky, illuminating lots of bodies in various states of undress as they packed in together and mingled. A sizable crowd had already gathered before the stage in the middle of the field, at least a few hundred young people, mostly girls dressed like his three companions. Suddenly the outfits on his companions made sense; this must have just been standard concert attire for the kind of music the Dazzlings were all about, and there absolutely wasn't a shortage of chokers in attendance. He actually felt a bit out of pce because even a lot of the guys, even if they were in the minority in this venue, seemed to have them. Just as Kenta's mind wandered to thoughts of what Adagio's stage attire was going to look like, he caught the glimpse of a telltale mountain of poofy orange hair from behind off to the side near some equipment. Excusing himself, he navigated his way around a cluster of bodies packed into slutty clubwear as best as he could, his wide-shouldered body brushing into the odd breast or ass on accident as he barked out an apology while making his way past. Kenta paused to check his pockets, and removed three small colored boxes. Each had a small symbol on it, one with Adagio's and the other two with symbols matching what she had informed him had belonged to her groupmates. Inside were chokers with matching symbols, because like she had said, all girls look better in a colr. Yep, they’d be happy with these. He soon caught sight of Adagio backstage, wandering past security under the provision of a pass she'd handed him earlier. She had a habit of standing out, especially her silhouette, so it was easy enough to pick her out. She was standing on the opposite side of a crate of equipment, and all that Kenta could see as he approached was her fluffy mane. He wouldn't have recognized the two girls she was with, though... if not for the posters of them up all over the pce. Sonata Dusk and Aria Bze, the secondary members of the pop trio known as the Dazzlings. Adagio's dramatic stylings and multi-toned hair suddenly made much more sense seeing her pals. But whereas Adagio was all ass, these two excelled in other areas. Aria's resting bitch face was to die for, absolutely dead-eyed and constantly sporting a look of only the barest level of tolerance for the world around her, cshing with her extravagant stylings of two massive twintails and her typical fshy, brightly-coloured ensembles. Her sumptuous, supple body - and a pair of breasts like watermelons - suggested she'd be utterly amazing in bed, if you could ever make it past the glowering. Beside her was the third member of the group, looking just as vish and over-the-top as the other two. Bright, cheery and looking very spunky indeed, the lightly chubby girl looked like the por opposite of her two mean-spirited friends, so much that it was hard to believe she was one of them. But those bombshell proportions, heavy breasts and meaty thick thighs and ass definitely made her look like she fit in. Her hair was just as crazy as either of theirs, a gigantic ponytail that ran all the way down to her knees. All three wore the same outfit, starting with a choker like their fans. But whereas the gems around the fan's necks were obviously pstic toys, those giant fat rubies were clearly the real thing, sparkling beautifully. They wore fancy performer's jackets with long sleeves, no buttons, gloves and steep high heels... and what seemed to be a kind of skintight, glittering tex bodysuit. It looked skintight at least. That was the only expnation that came to mind for why he could see the contours of their fat pussy mounds, or the explicit details of their meaty, puffed-up nipples. Kenta had thought the phrase 'so tight they look naked' plenty of times this month, but he definitely meant it this time. And he soon found out why. It was probably not a good idea to come up to a girl from behind and do what he was about to do, but Kenta figured that it was something that Adagio would want out of a 'boyfriend', considering the guidelines she set down. So, he walked up to the curvy songstress and gently pced his hand onto her soft, sizable ass. Something came off in her hand, nearly making him pull it away immediately, but he kept his hand there when Aria and Sonata looked over to him. But he definitely felt glitter coming away on his palm, and when he looked down at Adagio's ass, he saw the bare skin was now peering through the hand-shaped imprint he'd left. Looking back to the other two girls confirmed it: their tits were jiggling just a tiny bit too much for any real support. Under their jackets, these girls wore a yer of body glitter and literally nothing else. Adagio purred, bouncing her ass on his hand. Seemed like she hadn't noticed the 'stripping' taking pce on her assets yet. "Well hey there, handsome..." she said, turning around, making sure her friends were watching. She ced her arms around Kenta's neck and dove in for a hungry kiss, chewing his lip and sucking her tongue. Sonata gasped and Aria looked away, grunting. "Hey, yourself." Kenta smirked back at Adagio after his mouth was finally free of the poofy-haired siren's eager assault. It was crazy how much she was putting into this act; that kiss was ravenous and it took a lot for him to keep up. Given the chance, he would have stayed attached to her for a long time indeed. Could her friends really hold something like this against her that much, or did Adagio simply have feelings that she didn't know how to properly express? Regardless, he had promised to py along, so he would do his best. It's not like she wasn't a treat to put his hands on anyway. 'Hands.' Right. He’d just rubbed a big handprint off of Adagio's bodypaint. Kenta had a little internal panic and wondered if he should tell her, but being frozen in the moment, he was unable to broach the topic at all. "Meet my fair-weather friends, the Dazzlings. I'm sure you know their names by now." Sonata, meanwhile, tapped her chin thoughtfully as she looked at the handprint now clearly exposing 'Dagi's ass. But she immediately shrugged it off as if it were totally normal, not even bringing it up. Adagio might be ticked off about that ter, but Kenta was safe for now. Even if he had wanted to bring it up, Adagio was already moving right along, introducing him to her friends. Aria and Sonata definitely complimented her well and all three of them were drop-dead gorgeous, especially in their 'outfits', if you could even call them that. It was exhibitionism on an entirely different level. And they were going to be performing in front of a crowd like that? In confidence? The utter boldness turned him on even more, and he shifted his stance in order to try to hide his quickly growing bulge. Wouldn't want to embarrass his 'girlfriend', after all. "Aria and Sonata, right?" he pointed at the two, trying to look as confident as one could amidst these three. He gave the trio another long gnce. Normally, the phrase that would come to his mind would be something along the lines of 'undressing them with his eyes', but seeing as there wasn't much there to undress, it would probably be more apt to say he was fucking them with his eyes, instead. "Name's Kenta. Can't imagine what Adagio's said about me. You three look just... wow." "Youuuu betcha!" giggled the bluenette, hoping forwards suddenly, taking his outstretched hand and shaking it confidently and aggressively in both of hers. Those stupendous boobs quickly became a result of a very localized earthquake, the girls shaking around, nipples swaying invitingly as if desperate to be squeezed. It'd have come off as insulting overt flirting if not for the childlike look of pure exuberance on her face. She was just a big ol' puppy dog eager to make a new friend. "'Dagi's told us all about you... saying you were going to knock our socks off tonight! Well, not that I can ever wear socks with the murder-heels and all, but you know what I mean~!" She hopped back with a pair of seductive ccks and one st jiggle-wobble, before smiling sheepishly at the huge amount of glitter she'd left on his hands. Her palms were already back to their flesh tone, with the spare pound or so of the stuff now distributed all over him. "Whoopsy!" she said, grinning behind her hand, before doubling over with guffaws that just caused a whole new bout of swaying and heaving and fresh milk dribbling. Funny how the girls who needed bras the most always seemed to be the ones who never wore them. Meanwhile the truly titanic breasts on the other side of the room started wobbling too, as their owner combatively folded her arms beneath them. Their owner, Aria Bze, was giving him a renewed death gre: for someone with tits like that, she sure didn't seem to have the big heart necessary to pump the blood they surely needed. "Whatever. Is he really going to come backstage with us after the concert? He seems like... a total square." She cocked her head. Boing. Unrestrained, her mammaries were on a whole other level. "Besides, isn't he a school teacher? Normally those get mad if they catch you with drugs and alcohol, right?" Adagio waved it off dismissively. "If he tries anything like that, I'll boot him out myself, Aria." With all the jiggling and the swaying that came about from these girls barely moving, Kenta was pretty much as hard as a rock under his pants with a quite visible bulge to show for it. Sonata's careless, free-flowing milk and Aria's sheer overwhelming size were just insane. It was all such a visual treat that it made him want to reach out and grab two overflowing handfuls, but since he didn't really know the girls (plus it'd probably be a repeat of what happened on the train and these girls were about to perform), he settled on paying attention to Adagio right in front of him. It took a little bit for him to realize that sliding his cock into Adagio's ass in front of her two friends probably wouldn't be the best first impression, no matter how much he wanted to do it. Eventually, Kenta was able to come to a compromise with himself, using a few fingers to trace circles in the bit of her ample booty where his handprint was currently showing through. Then he grew bolder, slipping a finger in between Adagio's healthy, wobbling cheeks to idly py with the rim of her asshole while he casually conversed with her friends. As casually as someone could be while surrounded by all this stimution, of course. "Hey, it's not like you're doing drugs on school grounds, you know?" he shrugged. Aria really did seem determined to be antagonistic, though it was cute in its own way. Laughing, he waved off the compint. True, he didn't really like the stuff that much, but after the strip club experience, he'd be pretty hypocritical if he got mad here. "You're not my students anyway, so all I can really do is give you a disapproving look." Pying up the angle a bit, Kenta smiled as he leaned in a bit closer to Aria. "Or do you want me to drag you into detention?" The fingertip teasing Adagio's rear hole slipped inside, curling a bit to give the orange-haired girl some more 'petting' while he teased her friends. He was a fair bit outside of his comfort zone. Kenta wasn't very skilled at being the bossy, domineering type of person, but if the way Adagio acted around the other two was any indication, he felt it was something he should do. At least a little bit. Aria's eyes fshed up and down Kenta's body for a moment, sizing him up, before turning her head away. "... I don't have time for this. We still have to do mic checks, Adagio." Sonata hopped on the spot too. "Ohmigod, that's right! We gotta get ready!" She dashed forwards, taking Adagio's hand and tugging her forwards... causing the songstress to sigh and grunt as his finger slid out of her with a sweet little pop. "Sorry, mister, but I gotta borrow 'Dagi for a bit!" “One moment, girls,” commanded Adagio, before orbiting around to face Kenta. “Did you...?” “Ah! Right.” Kenta handed over his presents to Adagio. "Hope they fit. Uh... obviously, you know, not for right now since you all have a... theme. Going on." They weren't anywhere nearly as expensive looking as the huge, shiny rubies that they each were sporting, and didn't really match with the ensemble that was going on, so he had no problem if she didn't end up wearing it. It'd really be a shame to not show off that huge red rock, to be honest. But she seemed happy and took them regardless, before hurrying after the other two, only stopping to give Kenta a wink and a thumbs up before vanishing around the corner. He returned an awkward smile and a wave as she was pulled away and around the corner, but the second that the Dazzlings were gone, he slumped over in a ragged sigh as if he was holding in his breath the entire time. Trying to py the 'cool guy' was a lot harder than he realized, and for all his grandstanding, it didn't even really seem like it nded if Aria's attitude towards him was anything to go by. He probably should have just stuck to what he knew, because the bitchy-looking girl probably saw right through the act the second she id eyes on him. Feeling the glitter in his hand, Kenta looked down to confirm that it was indeed completely painted. He hoped that Adagio wouldn't be too mad at him for what happened, after all she was the one who told him to focus on her butt. Not that it would have been very hard in the first pce. It was probably another minute or so of him staring at his palm and watching how the light shined and sparkled as it bounced off of it before he realized that he should probably get back to Sunset, Fluttershy and Pinkie. The hallway he was now in was empty, and his footsteps reverberated clearly as he walked in silence, with the muffled sound of the crowd growing louder and louder as he reached the exit. From one iconic, colorful hairstyle to the next, Kenta looked for Sunset's telltale fiery locks in the crowd, making his way through the bodies once again to rejoin the curvy trio.