The morning of the departure day dawned cold and bright. The throuple quickly made their way to the train and left with sullen faces. Not even Effme's theatrics could improve their moods.
"Whatever we do, Katpiss has to be the winner," Puta said to Cumtoe. Cumtoe looked at him fiercely and nodded his head.
The train reeled into the Capitol station and Katpiss promptly met up with her stylist Sinner. Compared to all other Capitol residents, Sinner looked reserved. He dressed in all black—not a bright color to be found anywhere. "Katpiss, I wish we weren't meeting in this capacity. Nonetheless, come with me...we need to get you dressed for the Opening Ceremony."
At Sinner's apartment, he withdrew a sketchpad from a drafting table. He flipped through the thick pages before he landed on a rudimentary drawing of a dress. The dress was simple with the words "Fuck President Hoe" transcribed on it in flames.
"Do you like it?" Sinner started, looking up from his notebook with a fiery glint in his eye.
"I—I do!" Katpiss exclaimed. This was her time to shine and to send a message to the people of the Capitol that she was angry.
The ceremony came and the crowd went feral for her dress. For the rest of the press tour, no one could forget Sinner's creation.
On the day of the Games, Sinner accompanied Katpiss to the arena. In the loading dock, he stood with her in her final moments. "Here," he whispered, "I want you to have this."
Sinner pressed a gold brooch of a middle finger onto Katpiss's tit. Katpiss pissed a little in excitement. "It's perfect," she squealed. A countdown sounded from a loudspeaker and Katpiss reluctantly stepped onto her elevator. A glass tube retreated from the ceiling and a loud thunk resounded when it connected to the ground.
From down the hall, a door opened with Pisskeepers wearing strap-ons. One hunky one grabbed Sinner by the neck and tore down his pants—exposing his supple cheeks. The Pisskeeper asked for consent and Sinner looked back in hungry anticipation. "Please," he crowed.
"NO SINNER!!" Katpiss screamed as she was hoisted up inside the tube. Her fists slammed against the glass and she let out a few tears. She was jealous of the treatment he was getting and wished it was her. She bit her lower lip as she could hear Sinner crying out in delight.
Katpiss emerged from the ground and looked around her. In a clock-like formation, tributes stood on rocky platforms. All around them, an endless sea of water surrounded them. She made eye contact with Cumtoe and Puta across the water and couldn't help but notice how thick they looked in their wetsuits. She stifled a throaty moan.
She snapped out of her stupor when she heard FootArch Heavanspee reading the countdown. It was almost time to play the game. Right as the last number was called, everyone jumped into action and dove into the water. Katpiss, Cumtoe, and Puta all swam for each other and then climbed onto the Cornucopia. There, they were met with a few friends, and many foes.
Katpiss delivered a swift kick to the balls to a boy from District Seggs before throwing him into the water. She grabbed a bow and ran towards the beach. Cumtoe and Puta followed her and the three collapsed on the sand.
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The Funger Games
FanfictionCOMEDY!! A comedic smut that is based upon the Hunger Games. All the favorite characters and storyline are there, with a little extra spice. Enjoy! - there is a lot of comedic poop jokes reader beware - a collaborative piece by H and W! ❤️