The dim glow of neon lights flickered across the crowded bar on the outskirts of West City, a seedy little dive that catered to the rowdier side of the Z-Fighters' off-duty crowd. It was one of those rare nights where the universe wasn't ending—no alien invasions, no god-level threats, just the simple pleasure of cheap booze and bad decisions. Krillin, the pint-sized powerhouse with a bald head that gleamed under the bar's hazy lamps, was already three sheets to the wind. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, matching the strawberry daiquiri sloshing in his glass. He'd come here to unwind after a brutal training session with Goku, but fate—or maybe just the bartender's heavy pour—had other plans.
Across the sticky wooden table sat Caulifla and Kale, the two wild Saiyan girls from Universe 6 who'd crashed into their timeline for a "cultural exchange" tournament that had devolved into an all-out party. Caulifla, with her spiky black hair and that cocky grin that screamed trouble, was pounding back shots of something fiery and green that smelled like it could strip paint. Her tight crop top and shorts left little to the imagination, her toned abs flexing with every laugh. Kale, the shy powerhouse with her long green ponytail and those massive, barely-contained curves straining against her oversized jacket, was nursing a beer, her face buried in the foam to hide her blush. But the alcohol was working its magic; her usual timid demeanor was cracking, replaced by giggly outbursts and lingering glances.
"Man, you Earthlings know how to party!" Caulifla bellowed, slamming her empty shot glass down so hard the table rattled. Her voice cut through the thumping bass of the jukebox, drawing stares from the other patrons—mostly burly construction workers who wisely kept their distance from the super-powered trio. "This stuff burns like a Spirit Bomb goin' down! What's it called again, baldy?"
Krillin hiccuped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "S-Sake? No, wait... that's the rice wine. This is... uh... tequila? Yeah, tequila! Hits like a Kamehameha if you ain't careful." He leaned forward, his eyes glassy but sparkling with that mischievous glint he reserved for rare moments of recklessness. Android 18 wasn't around to rein him in tonight—she'd begged off for a "girls' night" with Bulma—but damn if he didn't miss her sharp tongue already. Or maybe he just missed the way she looked at him when he pushed boundaries.
Kale peeked up from her glass, her emerald eyes wide and a little unfocused. The beer had loosened her tongue, and for once, she wasn't shrinking into her shell. "M-Master Caulifla... I think we've had enough. My head's spinning like I'm in Super Saiyan form." But even as she said it, she took another swig, the foam clinging to her full lips in a way that made Krillin's throat go dry.
Caulifla slung an arm around Kale's shoulders, pulling her close enough that their breasts squished together—Kale's overflowing her jacket, Caulifla's perky and defiant. "Aw, c'mon, Kale! Loosen up! We're Saiyans—we live for the fight *and* the fun after. Ain't that right, Krillin? You look like you've got stories that'd make even Cabba blush."
Krillin chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that surprised even him. The alcohol buzzed in his veins like ki energy, making his usual caution evaporate. "Stories? Kid, you have no idea. Back in the day, me and the gang... well, let's just say tournaments weren't the only things that got intense." He winked at Caulifla, then at Kale, who squeaked and hid her face again. But not before he caught the way her thighs pressed together under the table.
The conversation spiraled from there, fueled by liquid courage. Caulifla regaled them with tales of Universe 6 brawls that ended in moonlit hookups, her hands gesturing wildly, brushing Krillin's arm more than once. "See, on Sadala, we don't mess around with all this 'courting' crap. You like someone? You spar, you sweat, you fuck. Simple!" She leaned in close to Krillin, her breath hot and boozy against his ear. "What about you, short stuff? You ever take down a Saiyan girl in... other ways?"
Krillin's face burned hotter than a Solar Flare. "H-Hey, I'm married, y'know. To 18. She's got me on a short leash—figuratively *and* literally." But his voice lacked conviction, and the way his eyes dipped to Caulifla's cleavage betrayed him. Kale, emboldened by the shots Caulifla kept shoving her way, piped up unexpectedly.
"I... I think you'd be good at it," Kale mumbled, her words slurring just a bit. She was staring at Krillin's hands—strong, calloused from years of martial arts, yet surprisingly gentle. "You're small, but... powerful. Like how you held your own against Frieza. I bet you'd know just how to... handle us." Her voice trailed off into a whisper, but the implication hung heavy in the air, thick as the bar's cigarette smoke.
Caulifla's eyes lit up like she'd just powered up to God form. "Whoa, Kale! Look at you, gettin' bold! See, Krillin? Even the quiet one's got fire in her. Bet you'd love to see us Saiyans cut loose—real loose." She slid her hand under the table, her fingers grazing Krillin's thigh, sending a jolt straight to his groin. He stiffened, not just from surprise.
Before he could stammer a response, the bar door swung open with a dramatic whoosh, and in strode Android 18. She was a vision in her signature denim jacket and jeans that hugged her hips like a second skin, her blonde hair tousled from the night wind. Bulma's "girls' night" had apparently been short-lived. Her blue eyes scanned the room, locking onto the trio with that predatory smirk she wore so well—the one that said she owned the place, and everyone in it.
"Well, well," 18 drawled, sauntering over with hips swaying like she was walking a runway. She slid into the booth next to Krillin, her hand immediately claiming his thigh—higher up than Caulifla's had dared. "Looks like I leave you alone for two hours, and you're already corrupting the newbies. Or are they corrupting *you*, hubby?"
Krillin nearly choked on his drink. "18! Babe, I—it's not what it looks like. We were just... talking. About fighting. And... uh... partying."
Caulifla grinned wider, unfazed. "Oh, it's exactly what it looks like. Your man's a charmer. And these Earth drinks? They're makin' me wanna spar in ways that'd get us all arrested."
Kale nodded shyly, peeking at 18 like she was sizing up a rival. "H-Hi, Android 18. You're... prettier in person. Krillin talks about you all the time during training."
18's smirk deepened, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Krillin's leg, inching dangerously close to the growing bulge in his pants. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Is that so? Good boy. But you know what I love most about you, Krillin? Watching you work. Especially on fresh meat like these two." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, audible only to him. "Young Saiyan girls—wild, untamed, full of that endless energy. I *love* seeing you ruin them. Break them in with that thick little cock of yours until they're begging for more. Makes me so wet just thinking about it."
Krillin's breath hitched, his cock twitching at her words. Damn, she knew how to push his buttons. The bar's noise faded into a dull roar as heat pooled in his gut. "18... you're drunk too?"
She laughed, a sultry sound that turned heads. "Tipsy enough to join the fun. Bulma spiked the wine—said it was 'vintage.' Now, spill: what were you three plotting before I crashed the party?"
Caulifla, sensing no jealousy but pure invitation, jumped in. "We were just sayin' how Saiyans don't do half-measures. Krillin here's got that monk vibe, but I bet under it, he's a beast. Right, Kale? Tell her what you said."
Kale flushed deeper, but the alcohol—and 18's encouraging gaze—gave her courage. "I... I said he'd be good at handling us. Like, really good. Strong hands, I bet. And... I've seen how he looks at us during spars. Like he wants to pin us down."
18's eyes sparkled with wicked delight. She turned to Krillin, her hand boldly cupping his crotch through his pants, feeling the hard outline of his cock straining against the fabric. "Hear that, love? These girls want you. And I want to watch. Every thrust, every moan. Tell them yes. Take them back to our place—it's just a block away. I'll follow, sipping my drink, enjoying the show."
Krillin groaned softly, his resolve crumbling under her touch and the hungry stares from Caulifla and Kale. "F-Fuck... alright. But only if you're sure, 18. I don't wanna—"
"Shut up and lead the way, shorty," 18 purred, squeezing him just enough to make him gasp. "I know exactly what I want."
The walk to their apartment was a blur of stumbling laughter and stolen touches. Caulifla draped over Krillin's left side, her hand slipping under his shirt to trace his abs, whispering filthy promises about how she'd ride him until he saw stars. Kale clung to his right, her massive breasts pressing against his arm, murmuring shy confessions about how she'd always fantasized about a human's stamina. 18 trailed behind, her phone out pretending to text, but really snapping discreet pics for her private gallery—the one labeled "Krillin's Conquests."
They barely made it through the door before clothes started flying. The living room, with its cozy couch and dim lamp light, became their battlefield. Caulifla shoved Krillin down onto the cushions, straddling his lap with Saiyan aggression. "Finally! No more teasin'. Let's see what you've got, Earth boy." Her shorts were off in a flash, revealing her shaved pussy already glistening with arousal. She ground against the tent in his pants, moaning as his hardness rubbed her clit. "Mmm, feel that? I'm soaked just from the bar. Bet you've been hard since I grabbed your thigh."
Krillin's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her firm ass. The alcohol made everything feel electric, heightened. "God, Caulifla... you're so fucking hot. That attitude—drives me crazy." He glanced at Kale, who was fumbling with her jacket, her cheeks burning but her eyes locked on them. "Kale, c'mere. Don't be shy now."
Kale hesitated, then shed her top, her enormous breasts spilling free—heavy, perfect orbs with pink nipples already pebbled. She knelt beside them, leaning in to kiss Krillin tentatively. Her lips were soft, tasting of beer and innocence. "L-Like this? I... I've never... with a human."
18 settled into the armchair across from them, legs crossed, a fresh glass of wine in hand. She sipped slowly, her free hand slipping into her jeans to tease herself. "That's it, Kale. Kiss him deep. Let him taste how sweet you are. And Caulifla—grind harder. Make him leak for you." Her voice was a velvet command, eyes devouring the scene. *Fuck, yes,* she thought, her pussy clenching at the sight of her husband's cock bulging, ready to claim these young Saiyan sluts. *Ruin them, Krillin. Fill them up until they're ruined for anyone else.*
Caulifla obliged, rolling her hips with expert rhythm, her wetness soaking through Krillin's pants. "Shit, you're packin' heat down there. Bigger than I thought for a little guy." She reached down, unzipping him with impatient fingers. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, and throbbing, the head already beading with pre-cum. "Oh, fuck yeah. Look at this beauty. Kale, get a taste. Suck him like you mean it."
Kale whimpered but obeyed, sliding down to wrap her lips around Krillin's shaft. Her mouth was warm, eager, tongue swirling clumsily at first but gaining confidence with his groans. "Mmph... so big," she mumbled around him, bobbing her head, saliva dripping down his length. Krillin threaded his fingers through her ponytail, guiding her gently.
"Atta girl, Kale... just like that. Deeper—yeah, fuck, your throat's tighter than a vice." He bucked up slightly, hitting the back of her mouth, making her gag softly but not pull away.
Caulifla watched, fingering herself openly now, two fingers plunging into her dripping pussy. "Damn, Kale, you're a natural. Bet you've been practicin' on those Universe 6 toys. Krillin, you gonna fuck her face or what? Make her eyes water."
18 moaned from her perch, her fingers circling her clit faster. "Do it, honey. Face-fuck the shy one. Show her what a real warrior feels like. God, I love this—watching you stretch their pretty little mouths."
Krillin lost it then, the booze and encouragement pushing him over. He thrust up into Kale's mouth, shallow at first, then deeper, her gags turning to eager slurps. "Take it, Kale... good girl... fuck, you're gonna make me cum already." But he held back, pulling out with a wet pop, his cock slick and shining.
"Not yet," he growled, surprising himself with the authority. He yanked Caulifla down onto the couch beside Kale, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was a sight—pink, swollen, juices trickling down her thighs. "You first, tough girl. Been mouthin' off all night—time to put that to use."
Caulifla spread herself wider, smirking even as her breath hitched. "Bring it, baldy. Pound this Saiyan cunt. Make it yours."
He didn't need telling twice. Lining up, he slammed home in one thrust, burying his thick cock to the hilt in her tight heat. Caulifla arched, a guttural moan ripping from her throat. "Fuuuuck! Yes! So deep—hit my spot right there!"
Krillin set a brutal pace, hips snapping with the precision of a fighter, his balls slapping against her ass. "Like that? Yeah? Your pussy's gripping me like it never wants to let go. So wet, Caulifla... all for me?"
"All for you, you little stud! Harder—fuck me like you hate Saiyans!" She clawed at his back, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. Kale watched, transfixed, her hand between her own thighs, rubbing frantic circles over her clit.
18 was panting now, her jeans unbuttoned, fingers buried in her pussy as she mirrored Krillin's rhythm. "That's my husband. Look at you, Caulifla—legs shaking already. He's ruining you, isn't he? That cock stretching you wide, owning every inch. Cum on him, you little slut. Soak his balls."
Caulifla's eyes rolled back, her body tensing. "Oh gods—yes! I'm—fuck, Krillin! Cumming!" Her pussy clenched like a fist around him, spasming wildly, squirting a hot gush that drenched his groin.
Krillin gritted his teeth, fighting his own release. "Shit... so tight... not done yet." He pulled out, cock glistening with her cream, and turned to Kale. "Your turn, big girl. On your back—spread for me."
Kale complied eagerly, her shyness burned away by lust. She lay back, knees to her chest, exposing her virgin-tight pussy—plump lips parted, dripping. "P-Please... be gentle? Or... not. I want it all."
He eased in slow at first, savoring her whimpers, then bottomed out with a groan. "Holy shit, Kale... you're like velvet. So full, so perfect." He started thrusting, building speed, her massive tits bouncing with each impact.
Kale's moans were music—high, needy. "Krillin! It hurts so good—deeper, yes! Fill me up... make me yours like Caulifla!"
Caulifla, still catching her breath, crawled over to kiss Kale sloppily. "Taste yourself on him later, Kale. He's gonna breed us both—ain't that right, 18?"
18 was close, her fingers a blur. "Damn right. Cum in her, Krillin. Pump that young Saiyan pussy full. I want to see it leak out—proof you ruined her."
The words undid him. Krillin roared, slamming deep one last time. "Fuck—take it, Kale! All of it!" His cock pulsed, erupting in thick ropes of cum, flooding her depths until it overflowed, creamy white trickling down her ass.
Kale screamed her climax, walls milking him dry. "Yes! Hot... so much... I feel it everywhere!"
As they collapsed in a sweaty heap, 18 stood, stripping slowly, her eyes gleaming. "My turn to join. But first... round two. These girls aren't ruined yet."
To be contained