I Want To Lay the Very Best!
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Summary:
Brandy is finally able to start her Pokémon adventure!
But in a world where Pokémon are all futanari monster girls who have to be fucked silly to be captured, becoming a Trainer is a lot more physically and mentally challenging.
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Chapter 1: The Journey Begins!
Chapter Text
"Brandy Joyce, get out of bed, or I will sign you up to work at the mart!"
Brandy scoffed at the unfairness of the cry ringing from downstairs as she hopped towards her bedroom door with one trainer still half on. The one day, there was no way she wouldn't get up early, and her poké-mom was still giving her shit for it.
The trainer slips on just as she hits the door. She spills into the landing to see her poké-mom standing at the bottom of the stairs with arms folded. Her bright red moth wings flared out behind her, a massive tell that Brandy was somehow, despite having done literally nothing today, in for it.
Her poké-mom was a Volcrona and pretty terrible at keeping her nature suppressed, so at least they'd never had to turn the house heating on. A moth-lady that was both intimidatingly tall and ridiculously curvy. Brandy was still a little bitter that she'd only seemed to inherit the tall part from her poké-mom. All her parents' jokes that she'd finally "Evolve" someday really didn't help that jealousy.
"Shower?" her mother sniffed, a sound similar to pouring gas on a campfire that made her fur bristle as hot winds swirled around her.
"I'm going to be out all day today anyway?" Brandy said hesitantly, testing the waters of if she would get away from home without a telling off. Spreading her arms, Brandy gave her poké-mom a big grin. "You know us humans, we always smell funny, right?"
If her mother's piercing blue eyes could have glowed red, they would have. Instead, they simply narrowed to thin slits.
"You want every advantage for your first capture attempt, so go shower! And then come let me check you," her poké-mom said, arms folded over her chest in a way that she thought was intimidating, but Brandy could not take it seriously. Her poké-mom's tits just flowed over her arms like they were trying to swallow them, and all the white fur made her look like she was wearing big fuzzy gloves. Brandy thought it was cute as hell, though she knew all her friends had a very different idea of what her mom looked like when she did that.
Pokemon. You just had to admit they were all annoyingly hot, even if it was your own mom.
Despite having made an effort to get dressed early for the big day, Brandy couldn't escape having to strip back down, shower and put herself under her poké-mom's discerning eye. Brandy was almost as tall as her now! Maybe by the time she got back, she'd finally beat her and be the tallest of the family since poor human mom had no chance of contesting that title.
Brandy got a hair ruffle for being presentable, her spiky red hair still wet from the shower mercilessly smushed into a big tangle. Brandy squealed and tried to escape her poké-mom's approval with a flail of her arms.
"I'm ready to go, mom, no delaying!" Brandy yelped as she squirmed away, tugging her backpack free from her poké-mom's grip as she tried to drag her back in for a hug. Volcarona hugs were wonderful, but Brandy had big plans for today and getting half smothered to death wasn't in them. Well, not yet anyway.
"I am proud of you, my little Larvesta", the Volcarona lady mumbled with a soft hissing whistle in the back of her throat as she straightened up. "Your mothers are very proud of you. You be sure to visit Fenny when you get to Motostoke"
"I will! But I'm not rushing there. I want to do this properly!" Brandy said with a blush creepy on her cheeks. Her human mother was a problem for the future. One she hopefully didn't have to visit until she at least had some of her embarrassment about her new Trainer Life drilled out of her.
"You'll do fine. You are our daughter, and who wouldn't want you?" her poké-mom said softly, nudging her towards the door. "Now go find your perfect partner and call sometime! Or I'll come to find you and tell stories about when you were little!"
Not an idle threat, but even talk of dire embarrassment couldn't break Brandy's mood right now. Today was the day!
Brandy was finally going to get fucked!
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Brandy knew she hadn't been born in Turrfield, but as far back as she could remember, she'd been living here. While the place wasn't exactly a hub of excitement for a youngster, she had at least got to learn the area really well, so on her first day as a trainer, she had a plan all laid out.
Hitting the Town Gym was pointless without at least a few Pokemon notches on her belt. Still, she couldn't just go in with some fresh out of the wild ones and hope to not get pounded silly.
Brandy had undoubtedly thought long and hard about doing just that, it really wouldn't be an awful way to spend her first day as a trainer, but Brandy had a little pride! If she got a reputation as someone who broke too quickly, she'd never get to achieve the dream many girls starting out shared. Be the very best and attract the very best!
No, Brandy needed a starter, and it wasn't like someone just gave those away. She had to pick something she could beat fresh out of the wilds, and the local grass types on Route 4 were perfect for that. She could grab one there, head on to the mines and then come back to try to take on the gym with what she'd learned. A little bold to do it so quickly, but Pokémon loved boldness, and Brandy wasn't about to disappoint them.
Brandy saw a few Wooloos as she left, which wasn't a big shock as one of the few untamed Pokémon who'd wander by the town. Many local girls who didn't want to go out to become trainers hitched up with one. Big fluffy white hair and cute button noses, they were said to be affectionate and fond of people. Brandy had eaten well enough when visiting friends to know they could cook up a storm if they wanted to. It'd be a straightforward first challenge but way too basic a move. She'd hardly win a gym with a Wooloo who liked to cuddle more than it wanted to fuck a girl.
Striking off into the woods, it was time to get serious. She'd only been able to scrape enough savings for three binding balls and a few bottles of Repel, so she didn't waste all her time in these woods once she'd found something, but it should be enough for a start. The woods near the town weren't particularly dense. Still, the ground was uneven, and brambles loved to snag at her jeans as she pushed on through them, looking for signs of a pokemon living wild.
Most of the monstrous Pokémon tended to not live too close to towns and cities, which would give Brandy a better chance of finding one alone. A fresh trainer like her should have been a lure far too good for them to resist. So it was with some annoyance that the best she'd seen after a few hours of wandering was a Cutiefly who'd turned her nose up after looking at her B cups and flown off. The first real wild Pokemon she'd been after, and she'd got turned down for lack of tits. Nobody could ever know.
The day got long, the sun rose, and Brandy got frustrated, kicking leaves out from under her feet until she finally decided to settle down and catch her breath for a moment. Storming around angry was only going to attract hecklers. Resting up against a tree trunk, she leaned to the side to fish through her backpack for the sandwiches she knew her Poké-mom had packed away.
When she'd come to reflect on this later, letting her guard down was probably not the most brilliant move. Something heavy dropped right from the tree into her lap with a thud. She didn't even get the time to cry out in shock before someone took her open mouth as an invitation to cram their tongue right down her throat.
Brandy squirmed as she pressed forward to try to shove the person off, her hands brushing over a soft fuzz of fur before finding some deliciously pert breasts to grab hold of. Brandy's shove became more of a surprised grope that got an excited buzz from her partner, who swirled their tongue in Brandy's mouth to batter at Brandy's shocked, still tongue. The feeling of soft breasts under her hand had driven a spike right into Brandy's thoughts, and the poor girl was utterly frozen up.
Her partner drew back, and holy shit, she was cute. Brandy had gotten her poké-mom's tall genes. Still, this Pokemon was a complete shortstack, spiky yellow hair that travelled all along her arms and around a chest that wasn't much bigger than Brandy's but certainly looked it on a woman who could sit in Brandy's lap and still barely be able to see Brandy eye to eye. Brilliant blue eyes, thick hips and a smug smile absolutely oozing with mischievous energy. Brandy knew trouble when she saw it; this one had a capital T.
"You're a terrible kisser", the Joltik buzzed at Brandy, running a finger down Brandy's chest to pop away shirt buttons. "Didn't even really shock you, and you're Paralyzed."
Bug/Electric Type! Brandy's heart skipped a beat as she tried to kick her brain into gear. While Electric was usually a terrible choice for the Grass Gym, Joltik's Bug type balanced that out. It'd be a great starter, and they weren't too hard to capture. Apparently? Shit, was she about to have a Joltik dump her?
"I-ah, didn't expect you", Brandy mumbled as she leaned back against the tree, letting the Joltik strip her top off her. Her first time was already leaving her panting heavily in excitement, sure, Joltik weren't huge, and she'd always had the hots for huge. Still, she'd spent half a day walking through woods, and now she had a naked monster woman in her lap. She needed to be a genuine trainer and get this Pokemon smitten. Brandy got a grip on the Joltik's hips and pressed her fingers in, rolling them over the flesh below as she dipped to give a cute kiss on the Joltik's nose.
"Very shocked to see you", Brandy giggled. "There isn't much of you to spot", and then she tried to stare forcefully down at the Joltik in her lap, who looked back up at her completely deadpan. Then the Joltik wrenched her hand down to snap all the remaining buttons off Brandy's top and spread it apart.
"You are so lucky I like the tall", the Joltik buzzed, and she flicked at Brandy's nipples with her fingers, long nails making Brandy squeak in little bursts of surprised gasps. "I'll show there's plenty of me for a tall girl like you."
Brandy didn't doubt it, shoulder blades working into the tree's bark as she felt a swelling press against her stomach. Part of being a pokémon trainer was being able to judge which Pokemon you could handle and which you weren't ready for. Joltik were cute and short, like most local pokémon, but that didn't mean they were small. Brandy had sneakily watched her fair share of porn in her time, and she knew Pokémon didn't do small. It was more a matter of how big exactly.
As she felt the Joltik begin to grind up against her, she wasn't in a position to exactly whip out a slide ruler and check, but for her first, it felt just divine. Amongst all the soft yellow fur, it felt like a good eight inches, which might undersell her partner a little. Thick enough that dragging it over her stomach was already making Brandy's hips squirm in panic and excitement about what was coming.
The first time was meant to be when a trainer found out if they were cut out for a life of Pokemon taming or if the first Pokemon they met was going to tame them. This fiery little imp in her lap certainly was building up to fuck Brandy raw, and if that's the case, Brandy had to rise to the challenge or accept she didn't have what it takes. Gripping her jeans, she wiggled against the tree and under the Joltik to slide them down. Brandy might not have her mother's hips, but she at least had something for the Joltik to hold onto. The shine in those bright blue eyes as the Joltik licked her lips at the curves was proof that Brandy had at least finally made some impact that wasn't accidental.
She was ready.
The Joltik in her lap smirked and slid their cock down Brandy's stomach, the head pressing against Brandy's sex as they pushed. Or tried to.
Oh fuck, Brandy was not ready.
The burn of the Joltik trying to force their dick in made Brandy slam back against the treetrunk so hard a few leaves drifted down. "No way", Brandy mumbles, rolling her hips against the Joltik's members' head and making them trill with a few popping squeals of static. "Too big!"
Absolutely the wrong thing to say, the Joltik hugged around Brandy's neck and leaned in to tease the gasping human. Tongue clicking as she nipped at Brandy's spiky red hair. "You're too big," she echoed, smug as anything and grinding her hips as she rubbed Brandy's chest. If Brandy had any sense in her, she might have gotten a little pride out of that. "And this little bug is too much for the big girl? No, no, this big girl is going to get fucked today."
Brandy felt the shift in the air as the Joltik became lighter in her lap, her arms already latched around the Joltik's waist crushed even tighter as Brandy's partner became slippery. Agility! A common but very versatile move, the slippery speed gave the Joltik the tiny edge it needed to hammer that girthy cockhead past Brandy's unyielding slit and stretch her out.
Intense wasn't even close to how it felt. Fire in her blood and electric shocks danced along Brandy's veins. Her mind became a tangled jumble that couldn't comprehend the pain and pleasure it was being utterly drenched in. It left Brandy slurring and pawing at the Joltik, now slippery with Agility, like there was any chance she could hold her back.
The Joltik had gotten an inch, and now it was taking all the rest, hips hammering away to drive herself home but without the strength to make a good job of it. Their progress was grindingly slow, yet this made the whole experience more excruciatingly intense for Brandy. She wasn't getting quickly stuffed. She was getting rubbed and pounded while being stuffed with aching slowness. The enthusiastic bug girl was seemingly happy to take all damn day to drive herself home while reducing Brandy to a soppy mewling puddle.
It felt so fucking good, and Brandy could never have prepared for this. Under the hips of a big dicked Joltik, she almost let herself sink into a haze of pleasure and let the Pokemon have her way with her. If not for a tiny flame that still burned inside her, she'd set out today to be the best, and the best did not get fucked into a coma by the first Joltik they found.
Brandy tried to tighten her grip, her limbs feeling like jelly as the pleasure washed through her. The initial pain of it was ebbing away, and instead, the Joltik hammering its thick length over her soft insides was becoming a thrilling rush of pleasure. That warm feeling balled up in her stomach. Brandy could feel herself already building to a body-wracking orgasm, and she hadn't even taken Sparky's entire length. Through all this, Brandy drove herself to close her grip on the smaller Pokemon and slip her arms around the Joltik's shoulders.
With a stolen breath between the moans the Joltik was dragging out of her, she locked her arms and Brandy pulled with all her strength. As the Joltik hammered down, her hips went up, and the pair screamed loud enough to shake the treetops as Brandy drove herself onto the Joltik's hammering dick. Brandy punched the air out of her lungs as she felt herself be speared, but the Joltik hadn't been expecting this blissful tightness to suddenly consume them. Her pleasured screams devolved into a static buzz as her slippery limbs flailed to try to grab back onto Brandy.
Agility worked against them. The Joltik was slippery fast now, but that meant stuck like this, Brandy had more purchase, and she used it to buck her hips and do it again, bouncing the Joltik on her lap. The feeling of the Joltik's girth rippling along her virgin walls was pure bliss, and as she broke herself on the Joltik's cock the surface began to become mutual. Brandy turned her first fuck from a rout into a triumph as she bobbed the more petite woman on her lap until she'd finally fully hilted the Joltic onto herself. The yellow-furred monster girl was lying on top of Brandy, practically drooling down her back as she let this tight cunt turn their mind to mush.
"This big girl," she said, breath catching as she spoke, "Isn't the one getting fucked t-... Oh," Brandy snorted a laugh as she saw the Joltik's tongue hanging out of their mouth as they bounced in her lap. Maybe she should save the teasing for later when she had a mind to hear it.
She'd have to use the binding ball once she'd finally exhausted them. Still, Brandy wanted to milk this shortstacked stud for all its worth, and if the trees had to hear some screams, then it wouldn't be the first, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Rolling the Joltik onto her back, Brandy took a moment to enjoy the look of the sheen of sweat on the Joltik's skin. Joltic's face showed none of that impish cockiness, now a half tired, half blissed out, serene look on her face.
Well. If Brandy wanted to be a good trainer, she needed to train, and this cock between her legs hadn't gotten soft yet. Skin buzzing from the pleasure that'd rolled through her, Brandy let gravity drive her down, moving her hips to make the Joltic squeal.
After all, it's suitable for a trainer to let her captures know exactly who is on top.
Chapter 2: A Hard Road Ahead
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Chapter Text
It was a good few hours before Brandy could even move after she'd finally exhausted the wild Joltik. She'd put her all into turning the situation around, and now pretty much everything ached. Brandy had always kept herself fit, as a trainer rightly should, but she was feeling she could have used a better warning about just how much work she would need to put in.
Brandy had wrapped herself around the fuzzy-furred woman, and half dozed as she rested on the Joltik's wonderfully soft yellow fur. The fur didn't cover the Pokémon's whole body and was more like a mane that went along her shoulders and down her arms to stop at the elbows, the rest all smooth skin that had an exciting tingle to it when Brandy rubbed it with her hands. The Joltik's four blue eyes didn't seem to close and glowed softly as the Joltik made cute little wheezing sounds while they slept.
Capturing your first Pokémon was the real challenge for any trainer, and it took a reasonably fresh-faced Pokémon to show interest in a trainer with no partners. Still, even then, the trick was to try to find one that was curious and work it up so that it had already burned off some energy before the fucking began. Getting pounced and driven straight into raw sex was the worst possible situation a trainer with no backup could find themselves in. It was amazing that Brandy had come out on top of the encounter. Though she did feel just a little smug, she'd done it the hard way.
Even Brandy's limbs were tired and heavy, but that question of how she'd turned her first encounter round gnawed away at her. She'd always felt warm feelings about Pokémon relentlessly teased when she was younger for daydreaming about them. Brandy knew her stuff, and she felt confident she had at least put in a good showing for an unaided first battle, but it still was odd she'd won. She'd planned to at least take a few attempts before having the experience to succeed. A potential capture while also popping her cherry? Even in her fantasies, she hadn't expected this!
Eventually, the question of how she'd pulled this miracle off grew more pressing than the ache in her muscles, and she pushed herself up so she could break out her now slightly scuffed Poke-dex and snap a quick picture of the snoozing Joltik.
ping!*
"Sparky" the Joltik
Height: 5' 0"
Type: Bug/Electric
Failed Captures: 0
Moves Discovered:
Agility
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Joltik's can't make their own electricity and need to recharge with vigorous sex. A Joltik that has gone without for a long time will try jump trainers to get a charge.
click*
Brandy snorted as she read the incredibly unoriginal name the Joltik had picked for herself when a researcher had inevitably found her. Sparky. Of course, it'd be that for someone who eagerly jumped into things. Glossing over the movelist she needed to fill out, she reached a surprising stop at the failed capture number, a big fat zero. That meant Brandy was the first Trainer Sparky had ever battled!
That did make a lot of sense. Despite Sparky getting the jump on her, she hadn't managed to exhaust Brandy and eventually got the tables turned on her. That just screamed a Pokémon who didn't have much experience. There wasn't anything like official levels for wild Pokémon, but the failed capture rate was usually a good idea of how much trouble it'd be to battle. It wasn't a perfect measure of the Pokémon's experience; researchers who gathered names and other details didn't have to worry about exhausting their partner. Most of them just got fucked silly and remembered the name afterwards because they'd been shouting it for a few mind-melting hours. A trainer getting fucked into a drooling coma didn't go in the stats, or it'd be worthless as a measurement. Serious capture attempts only!
Despite Sparky's evident inexperience, Brandy felt she'd stumbled upon a winner anyway, the sex had been fantastic, and most trainers failed several times before finding their starter. She'd set up a good ambush on Brandy, which meant she had some cunning about her, and there was a potential evolution in the future. Sparky was an undeniably hot short stack; what she'd grow into was something that was going to distract Brandy's thoughts.
Three moves could be anything. Agility was both a nice broad fighting and fucking ability, and if Brandy were lucky, then Sparky's other two moves would also be just as general. It'd give her many options in battles, and with no apparent downsides coming to mind, it was a clear choice. Never pass up your first opportunity to get a partner. It'd make everything from here so much easier.
Brandy only had three binding balls to get her started, and as she cracked one open and took out the thin red wires, she took particular care to avoid tangling any threads as she drew them out. You had to exhaust a Pokémon thoroughly before you even had a chance to make this work without a messy struggle. Not that the messy struggle route didn't sound like a lot of fun. Brandy had been painfully mediocre when learning knots and binding at school, but with how soundly sleeping the Joltik was, Brandy didn't need to bother doing more than tying the Joltik's wrists together. Then she straddled Sparky's legs and leaned in to give the sleeping beauty a lick across the face and a firm fondling of the Joltik's breasts. A little payback for that bruising lap ambush!
"Ahhhh~" Sparky groaned as she rolled her head to avoid Brandy's tongue. The Joltik stretched her legs out like she'd taken the most incredible nap of her life and then gave an amused little burst of static at the fondling she was getting. "I feel so alive now! Fully charged"
Brandy tugged at the threads, grinning wide as she looked down at the satisfied Joltik.
"Plenty more where that came from," Brandy said with a little growl. A strong proposition was vital here. Pokémon only respected strong trainers who could satisfy their needs, and she'd proved she could out fuck Sparky. Now she needed Sparky to believe she could do it again.
"Now?" Sparky said with a bit of panic in her voice; a gasp ripped from her throat as Brandy rubbed her flat stomach along the Joltik's semi-stiff cock. "I thought you were new at this!"
"I am", Brandy laughed as she nipped at Sparky's top lip, teasing at it to try to make the Joltik's heart flutter some. "Imagine how good I'll be once I've got some practice"
Sparky looked thoughtfully at the red light wires binding her wrist, then to the tall Trainer straddling her and promising more ground-pounding sex later. To her fresh electricity-stuffed brain, this was a sweet deal indeed, and her eager need made the red wires glow and then fade into her skin, a flow of power arcing down them as they retracted back into the Pokeball, which snapped with a chirpy little tune.
Brandy punched the air in victory, bouncing on Sparky's legs in excitement. "Yes! You won't regret it! I'm Brandy, and I'm your Trainer now. We're going to do so good at this."
"Mm!" Sparky said, lip bit as she felt Brandy bounce and rub against her. She was squirming as she tried to get away from her accidental tormentor. "Not now, however! Still sore!"
With a shamed squeak, Brandy got off Sparky's lap. Her partner was a little sensitive after the furious fuck session they'd both just had.
"I'll cook breakfast. What do you eat?" Brandy said, sliding off Sparky so she could find her camping stove in her pack, her heart-shaped ass thoroughly eyed up by the Joltik as she went.
Sparky's impish giggling at the question made Brandy roll her eyes. She had set Sparky up for that one.
--
So maybe some slight mistakes have been made. While Sparky was more than cheerful to go along with Brandy, the Pokémon seemed incredibly keen to mess with her new Trainer. All attempts to tease the missing moves out of Sparky had been met with "What you going to do to me to make me tell?" or teasing words to that effect. It was tempting to call the bluff and press Sparky up against a tree, but Brandy had only just captured her, and she couldn't exactly have her leading Brandy into what she wanted so easy.
It was frustrating not to know, but come their next battle, and they'd have to let some clues slip. It just wasn't worth pushing right now. Brandy didn't want to spoil the high she was on after the quick success of her plan. One forest girl on the belt, now just for one from the Galar mines! She only needed two to go for a battle in her home gym, and then she could use the payout from earning a badge to get some actual equipment.
Did she need someone stronger to pair off with Sparky, maybe a frontline shield? A tanky rock girl would be perfect, even if what she remembered from her school days of Rock Types was just a bunch of warnings. They could be tough to satisfy, but she'd pulled off a surprise win. Why not push her luck?
She kept musing on this as she walked with Sparky, who had a bouncing gait to keep up with Brandy's long legs, the satisfied Pokémon abuzz with energy after finally getting the first good fuck of her life. They'd cleared the forest and were trekking over the rolling fields of Route 4 when Brandy's pokédex rang out with another loud ping.
Confused, Brandy fished it out to wonder why it was warning her. Was a friend in range? Of course! Today most of her trainer class had spread out into the wilds, and they'd all swapped friend requests before graduating. She'd completely forgotten about them in all the time off she'd had at home.
Brandy hadn't made the best friends with her class. Trainer class was something you only had for two years and took after getting your basic learning certificates. Small groups of young adults all trying to get a last-minute brush-up on some of the more advanced details of Trainer life before being unleashed into the wilds. All her best friends from school had picked careers instead and teased her about how the thirstiest girl in school for Pokémon would undoubtedly be the one to go full Trainer track.
Like there was any point to working at a store when you could be out getting laid by gorgeous monstrous beauties! Brandy would never get it.
Still, if Brandy wanted to pick one woman from her graduating class she'd rather not see as her first Pokédex friend ping, it was Maple Haze, and so, of course, it just had to be her. Top of the class, perfect marks on every test, and so stuck up herself it was amazing she could lower herself to perceiving the lesser mortals around her. She'd lorded it over the rest of the class with how easily things came to her and condescended to them constantly that they "Might see her in the tournaments one day". From the stands, of course, because it was unthinkable, any of them was even close to Maple's level.
In short, colossal bitch. Usually, this would be a hard pass, but Brandy had to be the first of their trainer class to catch a Pokémon. Almost no one did it on day one! Brandy's grades had always been average, she got way too distracted thinking about sexy Pokémon to study correctly, but now she'd finally got something to brag about over the stuck-up prima-donna! The thought of getting to drive her wild with envy was too good to pass up.
The ping was off in the countryside's long grass, but Brandy had her repels just in case, so she grabbed Sparky's hand to lead her through it. The Joltik hugged in close as they went through the tall grass like a pair of lovers off for a nighttime stroll. It meant Brandy had to do all the work pushing the grass out of the way, and from the way Sparky was giggling, that was probably the little minx's plan.
After a few minutes of pushing through the tall grass, Brandy heard screams, and she sped up, tugging Sparky after her as she rushed to find out what was happening. It sounded terrible from the cries alone, but when the pair of them spilt out into a clearing and saw what was there, Brandy's jaw dropped.
A woman was standing tall in the clearing, not just a woman, a gorgeous giant! Close to cresting seven feet tall before you took into account the massive horn rising from her forehead, the black horn spiralled round with glittering lines. She had beautiful pure white skin and long flowing hair that went from light blue to a vivid purple that shimmered in a flowing rainbow as she moved. Long didn't even come close to describing this hair. There was just so much of it! The glittering hair went down to the back of her knees and was a puffy, curly mass that Brandy could have wrapped herself up in as a blanket and had plenty to spare. It would have been a captivating sight, but something quickly drew Brandy's attention lower.
The towering Pokémon had her hands fixed firmly around the hips of someone Brandy didn't recognize at first, a trainer stripped bare skin covered with grass stains from all the rubbing they'd gone through recently. Blonde hair spread out on the ground around her in an absolute tangled mess, her makeup smeared in streaks from exhausted sweat, and the pulse-pounding sex griding her into the mud had marred every other part of her.
She looked so utterly devastated that it took some stunning moments before Brandy's mind clocked just who it even was, getting her mind fucked into a gooey mess.
It was Maple Haze! Her prissy former classmate didn't look so perfect now, eyes rolling back into her head and mouth a perfect O as she screamed her lungs out. And why wouldn't she be screaming?
The Pokémon Maple had gotten caught by a truly eye-watering piece of meat hanging between their legs. Brandy couldn't see the full size of it because the Pokémon was busy driving it into the dishevelled Maple with powerful thrusts of her hips, dragging out ecstatic wails with every audible slap of Maple's bubbly ass. But what Brandy saw of this beautiful giant's tool was enough to make her legs quiver. The girth on it was big enough that Brandy wouldn't have been able to get her hands around it if she'd used both at once! Maple was being stretched so wide her hips had to be twice as far apart as they'd started. Six inches of this thick log slick with girlcum were sliding smoothly in and out of the fucked senseless former classmate, and from the way Maple was groaning, that was still more than enough inches in there to turn every thought Maple had into an orgasmic paste.
Brandy knew the mix of human and Pokémon parentage gave every newborn human some of their Poke-mom's traits. Extra stamina, strength and flexibility were ordinary, and her teachers had told them that sex, no matter how seemingly unlikely, was always possible between humans and Pokémon. The body would adjust.
But it just didn't seem possible here. Maple was being stretched so wide by that intimidating cock that she should have been split clean in two! Instead, she appeared to be taking it, but with some genuinely eye-watering friction, the Pokémon railing her had toned muscle to spare to make sure that wasn't a problem.
Maple's mind wasn't dealing well with the brain-melting orgasms being hammered into her by this glossy-haired beast of a poké-woman. She didn't even react to the pair bursting in on her, completely lost in a world of heady pleasures.
Hands trembling at the display of sheer sexual excess going on in front of her, Brandy got her Pokédex in hand and took a picture of the pair. The flash glared off the Pokémon's hips, soaked by Maple's squirting pussy.
Perhaps she could use Sparky to help Maple get free, maybe even try and capture this giant?
ping!*
"Mercury" the Galarian Rapidash
Height: 6' 11" (7' 10" with horn)
Type: Psychic/Fairy
Failed Captures: 87
Moves Discovered:
???
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Fearless and proud, Garlean Rapidash uses psychic power stored in the hair to boost their speed and chase down trainers who try to race them.
click*
Eighty-seven failed attempts?! Six moves? This Mercury lady was an absolute monster! What new Trainer in their right mind would even try to capture such a high-powered partner?
This shouldn't even be happening. Wild Pokémon show absolutely no interest in trainers vastly weaker than them as they end up frustrated instead of sexually satisfied. You'd have to go out of your way to antagonize them for this to happen, and who'd be stupid enough to do that?
Oh. Wait, of course. Maple Haze couldn't possibly fail at anything. Maple Haze could indeed have any Pokémon she desired, the strongest of them even! Maple Haze would surely bring back this monstrous Rapidash and rub everyone's noses in how she caught someone this strong without help from a Partner.
Brand snorted. Right now, the only nose rubbed in anything here was Maple's as she got ground into the dirt. The Galarian Rapidash, Mercury, was fucking her mind into a gooey mess that might drip out of her overly inflated head. Perhaps if Maple were lucky, some Common Sense would fill the gap. It was at least satisfying to see Maple finally get taken down a peg. And it was hot as hell to see her taking down a truly massive peg.
Brandy rubbed her legs together. Just watching the power fucking going on here was making her horny. Could she maybe wait for Mercury to exhaust herself on Maple, weaken her some with Sparky and then try to capture her? She looked at her partner hopefully.
Sparky was shaking her head from side to side very vigorously, fur bouncing as her blue eyes blinked in fear rapidly. "What? No, no, no. Absolutely not. She'd bend me into a pretzel in seconds." Sparky said in a quick rush as she squeezed Maple's arm tight.
With a sigh, Brandy looked back, and her heart froze cold. Mercury was staring right at her, a glint of glowing purple in her eyes as she fixed Brandy with a stare so intense that Brandy stopped breathing out of fear.
Mercury's horn glowed a vivid purple, and there was a sudden flash of night. "Are you next?" called in Brandy's head, a hammer blow of a question beamed into her mind that wiped away all other thoughts.
Should she? While Brandy was undoubtedly wet and ready to get fucked after seeing the scene playing out before her, recovering from it would take forever! Her plan to clear the gym quickly wouldn't survive if she couldn't do anything but hobble around bow-legged for a week!
With Sparky hiding behind her, trying not to get noticed by the terrifyingly strong Rapidash, Brandy slowly backed out of the clearing leaving Maple to her fate. Pokémon didn't fuck women past the point they couldn't recover. Still, it was looking close on this one, which meant Mercury had almost finished sexually destroying the cocky Trainer who'd so thoroughly played herself.
Brandy's heart aches some. It'd be so good just to let herself lose here, Mercury might be a monster, but the noises Maple was making sounded so earnestly satisfied that she must have been fucked into a parallel reality of pure bliss by the Rapidash. To capture such a thing would be …. one day! One day she'd out fuck this monster!
Right now, surviving with her hips intact might be best.
Sparky and Brandy edged back into the tall grass, gave each other a shocked look, and began to run like hell.
--
With a sniff, Mercury watched them go. The wide-eyed Trainer had shown a little promise. Any who saw her and still felt they might stand a chance was worth some interest. But no, it wasn't worth pursuing. The Trainer had just been a morsel, and with luck, the next time they met the girl would be a real feast.
Perhaps she would at least have been more sport than this moaning mess under her. The cocky girl who'd dared to challenge her to a race had been fun to fuck for a while, but their mind and body couldn't keep up with their confidence, and all she'd done were get Mercury worked up for a real fuck.
"Repeat my name three times," she said, calm and confident to the wrecked mess she was still pounding away at even though she'd rubbed every nerve in the poor Trainer's pussy to a boiling hot sensitivity. "Three times, and I'm yours."
"M--muhh..muhhhaaaaaah~" is all Maple can manage before her body tenses and writhes from another orgasm smashing hard into the one she hadn't even finished having. Mercury knew she wasn't up for it, and Maple hadn't been able to string a thought together for a good while now. A whole word was going to be impossible. Three of them? As likely as to tame a Legendary as to get all those syllables out of a throat raw from ecstatic screaming.
Shame. Mercury truly had hoped this one would be the one to tame her, but no. Far too weak for all the confidence she had. Mercury would finish teaching this girl her place in the world, and then she'd wait for a trainer worth a damn to come for her. She'd left a trail of mind-broken bodies in her wake, but surely one day, she'd meet one who could finally exhaust her. Or at least put up a half-decent fight before inevitably sinking into bliss, just like all the rest.
Already bored of the girl before her, as she rapidly reached her limit, Mercury decided to fantasize about the one who got away a little. Maybe one day they'd meet again, and she'd get to see if that flickering flame of potential had grown to something worth snuffing out.
Chapter 3: Fossilized Memories
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A panicked run was such a good idea right up until the adrenaline ran out and Brandy very ungracefully flopped over onto the grass.
It was a pleasant day to be on your back at least, with puffy white clouds and crisp blue skies. Only slightly marred when Sparky's gleeful face popped into view, excitement blazing in those four blue eyes.
"She's not chasing us," Sparky said with both arms waving at the tall grass they'd just spilt out of "I can't believe she didn't chase, usually running really sets them off!"
"You ran too though?" Brandy said with great puffing breaths between each word.
"Oh yeah, but you're the one she'd grab. I was completely safe!"
Wow. What a strong partnership they'd formed so fast. Truly Brandy was blessed to have such a stalwart partner. Brandy padded through the grass until she found a pebble and tried throwing it at Sparky, but the Joltik was far too nippy and just ducked out of the way with a laugh.
"You're familiar with them?" Brandy said as she pushed herself up a little so she could feel the breeze on her face. She badly needed to cool off after all that.
"I mean we're not friends or anything," Sparky said with a big shrug, hands tipped up to the skies. "I tried but she's kind of intense. But every other week someone will try to capture Mercury and she's good at giving us a show by making them lose really loudly. It's hard to miss all the crushing impacts and psychic blades flying everywhere. Even harder to miss the noises that come after."
A faint ecstatic cry carried over the wind and Sparky shrugged as if her point was proven.
"Well, we should be safe now, no way we're ready for that." Brandy said she pushed herself further up to sit, her forearms dangled over her knees as she caught her breath. "Unless you have a poison move? That might let us whittle her down some"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Sparky smirked, kneeling to lay her elbows on Brandy's forearms, staring her down with a mischievous squint in her eyes. "Maybe you could check if I've got fangs? Stick your tongue in there, I don't bite."
Brandy didn't need to, she could see the fangs perfectly fine. But she reached up to take Sparky's chin in her hand and leaned in as if to lay a kiss on her. Then turned Sparky's head to look at Brandy's shoulder, which still had pairs of red welts from all the bites a worked-up Sparky had laid on Brandy while they'd been going at it frantically back in the forest.
"Oh. Well, I don't bite much?"
"If you actually had poison I'd be more poison than blood right now." Brandy huffed "Nice try though. You help out in the mines and I'll put in the work to find out all your secrets"
Sparky was very eager to get moving after that.
--
It took a few faltering starts but Brandy eventually got back on the trail. Walking helped with the aching some and Sparky even helped her pick out a few choice berries along the way for a pretty welcome juicy snack. The Joltik may be relentlessly trying to get back into her pants, but she wasn't holding a grudge about failing. Another roll in the grass was tempting, but Brandy wanted to be a good Trainer and that meant not giving in to her horniest urges. At least not every time anyway.
Brandy was finally getting her second wind as the sun began to approach the horizon passing a pond with a few lilies floating gently in the light summer breeze. It was a good bet there was a Lotoad hiding in there somewhere and if she wasn't conserving her stamina she'd have happily sent Sparky splashing in to try scare one out. Sparky wouldn't have picked her name if she didn't have any Electric moves and she'd probably have been able to wear them down so much that all Brandy would have to do is wade in and have a few steamy moments with a Pokémon who was hypersensitive from all the frazzling.
An easy win would be good but her home was famous for Grass Types and she wasn't about to drag a Water girl along as her second pick to tackle the gym. Lotoad's long blue hair was really pretty and Brandy would happily sink her hands into a good pair of hips but they just wouldn't be of any use in an actual fight and she didn't want to make them feel bad about that!
A Flying type would have been perfect and Sparky could have easily pinned one down to the ground if she actually could be coaxed into using some of those hidden moves. The only downside was there just weren't any nearby. The long stretching plains weren't the kind of terrain they liked, it made them far too easy to follow when they were playing their chasing games with trainers, wearing their pursuers out instead of the other way around.
Her Volcarona Poké-mom would be the ultimate weapon now Brandy thinking about it, she'd never really thought about what her Poké-mom had been like before she was captured. Her other mom must have picked her for a good reason, maybe she'd helped her destroy the Grass Gym when she was young.
Well, she wasn't going to ask her mom to fight her battles, the embarrassment alone would kill her. No, she had a hope of what she wanted, Rock Types were usually slow and got smothered by Grass Types but Brandy had taken to heart that careful partner planning let you upset the rules. You judge every Pokémon by its type and you'll be the one ending up biting pillows when one surprises you. She just needed one that had that hidden edge.
The Galar Mines weren't as active as they'd been when her mother was young but what was a loss for Industry was a gain for trainers as the unused mines were left open for them to plumb for anyone that had taken up residence. Brandy and Sparky gave a wave to a pair of women sharing a packed lunch by the gate to the still active mines. A fairly average-looking human with shortly clipped black hair was cuddled up in the lap of a very square and muscled Pokémon. She certainly looked like she would be good to lean upon and eye-catching too! Curly grey hair, long white claws and, a yellow hard hat with a Cosmo Corp logo that had got a little faded but was still visible. It looked like a very cute date at least so rather than interrupt the two pairs fired excited waves of arms back and forth at each as Brandy and Sparky followed the tracks into one of the mines that hadn't been sectioned off.
Thankfully some kind soul had left the electric lights into the mine's scaffolding so Brandy didn't have to use her Pokédex for light, though the mine's lighting cast some truly concerning shadows at the shaft's first bend and it probably wouldn't get any better.
"Okay, you take the lead Sparky" Brandy said, giving the Joltik a pat on their delightfully firm rear and a push to get her going.
Sparky blew a kiss at Brandy as she went in, a static pop fizzing in Brandy's ears from a sudden burst of sound. Sparky definitely had some kind of Electric Move to pull that little trick off, but guessing which was going to be the trick. Giving Pokémon commands they simply couldn't follow stressed the bond between them and their trainer and Brandy wasn't about to throw away the work she'd put in to capture this yellow-furred tease.
The mine rumbled, lights clattering against the walls and flickering as Sparky hopped to keep her balance. Someone big was here too? Well, they hadn't come for big, so they'd just have to stay out of her way and avoid ending up going the way of the Maple.
Brandy thought back to that scene and bit her lower lip. Well. Surely a peek couldn't hurt just for future collection, right?
--
Brandy leaned into the mine's walls as she crept closer to the source of the rumbling, trying to keep herself out of sight with careful peeks around each corner. The coal dust getting smeared along her skin and fresh clothes were a worthy sacrifice to not end up in an ambush all over again. She'd already learned a few lessons from her encounter with Sparky and Mercury, number one was you let Pokémon make the first move you were at a horrendous disadvantage. Carefully lowering her boots onto the ground to avoid kicking up the loose stone, she was thankful Sparky was incredibly light on her feet, Brandy's heartbeat was louder in her ears as nerves and excitement built with every tremble of the mine's foundations and rattling of the lights.
It was a few minutes of slow progress before Brandy finally saw what was making the noise and if you'd given her a thousand guesses she'd never have gotten close to the truth. The mine shaft opened out into a wide-open area that had been quarried clean, but then someone had gone even further than necessary. Rock and Coal alike were flattened smooth and glistening as a warm red glow refracted off a mirror shine polish.
The glow belonged to a woman just a little shorter than Brandy, waving red light pouring off a massive cape that flowed off her shoulders and swung just shy of her ankles. Patterned with black chunks of what were probably coal, rivulets of boiling red heat flowed between them, the coal pattern gently shifting along the molten flow slowly enough that it was soothing to watch. The woman's black hair wasn't overly long, but it was just enough to trail into the cape itself, the black strands wavering in the heat and coming away with white-hot tips. A pair of crags poked out of her hair, stubby horns that she stopped to scratch as she worked on some kind of statue that had a vaguely woman-like shape, though it was more of an impression of a woman than anything Brandy could pick out as an actual person.
Thankfully she had her back to Brandy and didn't spot the pair sneaking up on her. When she laid both hands on her statue a rumbling shook the chamber as the rock shifted under her hands, rock boiling red and flowing under her hand as she moulded the rock like it was soft clay. Sparky threw her arms around Brandy's waist to stop her from tipping over from the rumbles, leaning it to whisper in Brandy's ear.
"I think she's also evolved, snap her for me?" the Joltik promoted, snapping Brandy out of her staring long enough to get her Pokédex out and cover the flash with her fingers before she took a shot of this surprising Wild Artisan.
ping*
Carkol
Height: 5' 10"
Type: Rock/Fire
Failed Captures: 0
Moves Discovered:
Rock Polish
???
???
???
Carkol's glowing cape is a wonderful blanket on colder days but be warned, their fire breath can make even a dragon sweat.
click*
Brandy stared at the information in confusion for a few moments. No capture attempts and no researcher name but she was already evolved? Was she missing something here?
"I can hear you, you know" the Carkol called out, turning her head to look at the pair. Her eyes were two cut triangles that sloped back into her hair, pure red but the surfaced pooling and moving much like her blazing cloak. The rest of her face was chiselled perfection, the light of her cloak casting enough shadows that Brandy could see that pretty face that would have been a pure black void otherwise. "You have very heavy boots"
That prickled at Brandy a little. Darn right she had heavy boots, she was a serious trainer and that meant serious boots! So what if they weren't good for sneaking, at least her feet would work when she got there. The Carkol just laughed at the affronted look on her face and waved for them both to approach.
"Never seen a rock artist" Sparky piped up as she took the invitation with her usual enthusiasm, no doubt still smugly safe in the knowledge Brandy was always going to be the one any Pokémon went for first. "Are you still practising? Not that I'm saying it's bad, but it uh ... needs work?" she finished lamely.
"It does," the Carkol says, her voice like a warm hug. A hint of wistful tiredness to it that let Brandy pack her nerves away and approach. Maybe stomping her boots a little bit more than necessary, not that her pride was sore about the callout of her poor attempt at sneaking or anything.
"It looks like you don't know who to make it yet?" Brandy guessed as she gave the art a look over but her eyes wandered away from it pretty quick. It was certainly lacking definition compared to the coal-carved beauty that was the Carkol, a muscle-lined core that became rolling muscle hills when they reached her arms and legs. Not excessively fat, but enough that Brandy wanted to squeeze them even if she'd probably have better luck trying to squeeze a steel bar. Even her chest and her hips had a kind of compressed power to them, small but firm and perfectly proportioned. The Carkol was a work of art, which just highlighted the flaws of her statue even more. Brandy felt herself heating up some and it wasn't just from the warmth of that cloak.
"I don't know who it is" the Carkol admitted with a pleasantly heated huff of air that made Brandy's spiky hair bounce "But I dearly would like to."
"That's... odd" Brandy finished lamely, out of her depth in what was going on here "Have you not met a lot of people? You aren't named."
"Oh!" Sparky piped up "I get it, you've only just spawned!"
"A few weeks," the Carkol says, turning her bright red eyes to Sparky for just a moment before fixing Brandy with them again. She was taller than the Carkol but the triangle-eyed stare somehow made her feel small, shrinking her head into her shoulders while a blush made rapid advances up her neck and onto her cheeks.
"Don't worry little flame, I've no interest in you today. I want to finish my work" the Carkol laughed putting one arm around her statue and stroking a poor attempt at a face's cheek. "Perhaps you can help me with this?"
"Sure!" Brandy says without hesitation, happy to grab any lifeline in this confusing conversation. "Uh, but could I ask before that? Sparky said you're a fresh spawn, but aren't you evolved? I don't get it."
"It's true I only came to this world a few weeks ago," the Carkol says with a sigh "But if you see an evolved like me then you should know. It's not our first time here. When our trainer parts us, the bond frays until we've no grief left to give and go to the place beyond this world, where memories can't cross."
Sparky nods at this but for Brandy, it was all new. She knew Pokémon went somewhere they didn't remember later when they were in their Balls, but this is the first she'd heard they could get there by other ways. Maybe it was just too morbid to teach? She'd have to ask her human mom when they finally met up, that'd be something she'd no doubt be happy to wax on about for hours.
"Now I am returned, head clear of what came before." the Carkol says with a lick of emotion-stoked flame curling over her polished black lips, making her skin glisten. "I had a trainer once and I want to honour that memory. I don't know who she was, but I know she was mine."
"That's sweet," Sparky says "Never heard anyone worry about that before, but I kind of like it. Seems respectful"
"Ah, a perfect opener." the Carkol says with a content smile "I have someone here that needs to learn a little respect and some love in her veins would not hurt either. If you're up for the challenge? I'd very much like to see a bond form, what a trainer that could stoke a stone heart might look like." the Karkol smiled softly, "If you're up for the challenge, can I call her?"
A fight against an unknown rock opponent for the appreciation of a hot and emotional Pokémon? Brandy's tactical mind said no, it wasn't worth giving up the surprise but it was swiftly overruled by her heart. She was being asked to prove she was a real trainer and she wasn't going to disappoint!
"You're on. Sparky, get ready. We'll put on a show!"
Sparky shook her head with an amused smile, stretching her arms out her yellow fur crackling with static.
"Only because you're awfully cute when you're excited, but you owe me tonight! You can't stall on a second round forever!"
Brandy laughed, a deal where she wasn't giving up anything she didn't already want? Finally, something was going her way!
Chapter 4: Between a Rock
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The Carkol's voice had been a pleasant husk in Brandy's ears. Now roused to a shout, Brandy's spine tingled as she heard the flames Carkol had burning inside her. The entire mine rattled under the power of her voice, and Brandy swore she could even feel her bones shaking.
"CALCINE. COME SEE ANOTHER ONE"
Sparky made a show of clearing one ear with a finger as the cry echoed through the caves. The Carkol covered her mouth with her fingertips and looked away with an amused sparkle in her eyes.
It's a shame she was so busy trying to remember her old life, Brandy thought. She seemed like she'd have been an awful lot of fun to have around.
"Calcine" took her sweet time, finally entering with a slow swagger. Head held high as if it was pure luck she'd been strolling this way when called. She had no fiery cloak, but her only a hair shorter. Her resemblance to the Carkol was plain, jet black stone skin mottled with small freckle-like splotches of grey. The same toned physique would suit a boxer and nubs of rock horn poking through black hair. Her eyes didn't have the burning hot red intensity of the Carkol. Instead, they were more orange-cooling lava formed into a half-lidded shape. Calcine's hair was also a fair bit messier, completing the look of someone who'd recently rolled out of bed. Brandy could empathise with that; she'd never been the best at getting up.
She kept walking right up to Brandy until they were face to face. Brandy knew to hold her ground, using her full height to look down into Calcine's molten eyes. Brandy let out a tiny gasp as she felt Calcine press up to her. Brandy's tomboyish figure meant she wouldn't win a battle of the chests with any but the flattest of Pokémon. The Pokémon was firm beyond her muscle, hardened skin unrelenting. If the Carkol was all smooth statue perfection, then Calcine was more roughly hewn. Every line of her muscle definition pressed in as Calcine squeezed to try to make the Trainer buckle.
"Tall", Calcine said, voice calm after it became clear Brandy wasn't going to move without a shove. "Tanned skin looks much better than the pale ones we've had before. Chest isn't much, but she has some hips"
Calcine put her hands around those hips in a way that felt more clinical than sexy to Brandy. The rock Pokémon stroking firm fingers along Brandy's more pliable curves. The casual way Calcine explored her body was making Brandy's head spin.
"Calcine dear, I'd like to see you test her." the Carkol said from off the side, eyes blazing as she watched the display. Her focus was intense as she tried to stir up even the faintest flame of recollection.
Calcine looked over at the Carkol with a flicker of affection in her eyes. She kept her head turned as she grabbed a handful of Brandy's spiky red hair. Brandy gasped, but Calcine didn't pull, letting the hairbrush through her fingers as she mussed it up.
"You've got fire in your veins," Calcine said as she caressed the vivid red hair. It was the first compliment that sounded more than an observation. "Vivid red hair and bright red eyes. A good look."
"This is so hot", Sparky mumbled as she leaned in to nudge Brandy's side with an elbow. "You're like a juicy steak to her."
"Th-thanks?"
"She tastes good too," Sparky added with a grin, giving Brandy's arm a playful punch "No need to slather this one in sauce."
"Challenge!" Brandy barked, feeling a blush begin to crash up her body like an unstoppable tidal wave and wanting to start before it got to her face. She pressed a hand to Calcine's chest to move her back, though she may as well have tried to push a mountain. "I'm challenging you, right? That's what we're doing. The challenge."
The Carkol stifled a laugh and shook her head when Brandy looked her way.
"I think it's already started! You're just not doing very well, dear," the Carkol said, amusement dripping in her voice. "Though don't feel you need to. This is interesting in its own way."
Brandy's eyes widened as the realisation she was already in a contest hit her. Calcine grabbed her top in an immovable grip before Brandy could even try to move away.
"Carkol is good to her Rolycoly's," Calcine growled as she lifted Brandy off her feet. Her eyes flicked to a nearby wall that seemed even more polished than the rest of the chamber. "And I'll be good to you."
Shit, Carkol hadn't wanted to teach Calcine a lesson. This was another Pokémon ambush Brandy had walked right into!
"Sparky, Agility! Slip in here," Brandy barked, legs kicking in the air as she tried to worm out of Calcine's grip.
Sparky became a blur of speed, electricity crackling through her fur as she did as ordered. With a wiggle of her hips, she joined the grapple and pressed her body between Calcine and Brandy's. Agility let her fit into tight spaces, and the press of the shortstacks body was enough to force Brandy's top to rip. As Brandy dropped to the ground, Calcine came away with two handfuls of her shirt.
The Trainer wasted no time running to get some space and glanced at the Carkol. Wrapped up in her fiery cloak, the Carkol seemed intent on only watching. Brandy gave silent thanks that she wouldn't be getting double-teamed today, or at least not right now!
Even wrapped up by Sparky, Calcine took slow steps forward as the Joltik tried to hold her limbs back. Straining against limbs carved with muscle Sparky couldn't move them even an inch. It was only thanks to her slippery agility skill she escaped being grabbed and tossed aside like a rag. At best, all she could do was get in the way of Calcine's face, blocking her view of Brandy to slow her approach.
Brandy looked around in a panic for a place to hide, but the trap had been thorough. Outside the Carkol's amateurish statue, Carkol had used Rock Polish to grind down the whole room until it was as flat as a mirror. If she wanted to escape, she'd have to run into the connecting shafts, with the risk of running into a second Pokémon. She doubted her chance in the fight as it was, without having to deal with even more heat.
She had to work out how to pin Calcine down if she wanted to stand a chance. Sparky was giving it a damn good try, but she couldn't do a thing with Agility. If the impish Joltik had shared more of her moves, then Brandy could work out a plan, but their bond was new, and trust wasn't there yet. The old phrase "Know the hearts of those you're fighting with, and you're halfway there" went both ways. At least she could fix one side of that right now.
Taking out her Pokédex, Brandy snapped the Calcine, slowly marching towards her.
Ping*
"Calcine" the Rolycoly
Height: 5' 8"
Type: Rock
Failed Captures: 4
Moves Discovered:
???
???
???
Rolycoly's body has a texture like polished coal. It softens as it becomes warmer, letting it move much faster to make up for it.
click*
Four captures weren't too frightening. Rock Pokémon were a brutal capture, and it made sense a few had tried and failed. Especially with a sneaky Carkol helping lead them into lousy terrain to fight a slow Pokémon. The notes were helpful for a change too! If Brandy could heat Calcine up, she'd be able to shower some affection on her. Then Brandy would stand a chance of getting bonding strings around those mouth-watering muscled limbs.
Brandy followed the edge of the room to get some space from Calcine, who began cutting across to match her. The plodding Rolycoly would catch her, and Brandy doubted the same trick to escape would work a second time. She needed to devise a plan to stop her in her tracks.
It was time to take a few risks.
Chapter 5: Finding the Hard Place
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Calcine the Rolycoly seemed an unstoppable force as she bore down on Brandy, ignoring the Joltik clambering over her as if they were nothing more than a passing breeze. Calcine locked her softly glowing orange eyes fast on Brandy, and while the plodding rock Pokémon was slow, it didn't matter that she'd draw the fight out if she were also invincible.
The lumbering Pokémon tries to throw herself on Brandy, but Calcine's so stiff that she might as well have posted in advance to warn Brandy it was coming. The Trainer was agile enough to duck under her arms and out the way, leaving Calcine to land with a relatively light little thud, skidding along the polished stone. Interesting, so despite her hardened skin Calcine wasn't actually that heavy? Maybe Brandy could do something with that.
For any chance of victory, Brandy needed to soften Calcine enough so she could begin to exhaust those infamously deep Rock Pokémon stamina reserves, so it was time to take a calculated risk. Sparky had been coy about her abilities, holding them back to try to tease more sex out of Brandy. It was standard for a Partner with a new or fraying bond to do such things, forcing more intimacy and through that form, the much craved strong connection with a human.
A lesser Trainer would give in to their partners and slip into a sleeping bag with them, and while Brandy wouldn't mind that one bit, being a good Trainer meant being able to think beyond the next pounding you'd be getting. If she gave in to every demand now, she'd never get beyond two or three partners. She'd spend all her free time on her back with her legs in the air; if she'd wanted that, she'd have become a researcher! A good relationship had to be give and take, not the kind where Sparky did all the giving and Brandy all the taking. Maybe when she was going to settle down, but she had much grander plans than getting fucked senseless by the first Pokémon that got in her pants!
So instead of letting Sparky get her way, she'd have to fall back on another invaluable Trainer talent, being able to puzzle out your Partner's quirks and gain strength from working with them. So what did she know about Sparky? Electric Pokémon were all an energetic bunch, Bug Types were more playful and mischievous, and Sparky enjoyed playing both to try to get what she wanted. So it was pretty likely she had moves that did dip into both Bug and Electric typing, and it just so happened there was one move only Joltik's could get that suited that to a tee.
"Sparky, I think you got Electroweb. Let's use it!" Brandy cried, hoping her command wasn't about to bounce. Calling on your Partner to do something they couldn't always end up with confusion and hurt feelings.
"Smartass!" Sparky huffed, rolling her fingers and spinning a cat's cradle of webbing as she drew out of thin air, sticky wires forming with a faint glow. "You still got one move to work out! It's not that obvious!"
Good to know, Brandy thought. That rules out Bug Bite, then.
Calcine tries to get out of the way of Sparky's thrown webbing, but the slow Rock Type doesn't stand a chance when some of it snags onto her chest. She's stoic about the shocks crackling along the webbing, pulling against the thick strands to try snapping it, but Sparky layers more and more until she's holding a rope tethering her to Calcine.
"Catch!" Sparky calls out, lobbing it over to Brandy. The Trainer gives it an experimental tug, and Calcine stumbles forward as sparks crackle over her stone skin from the tension of the webbing, causing the electrified rope to discharge.
"Not going to hold me forever!" Calcine grumbles, arms straining to rip the webbing free, but her grip slips, and she stumbles forward when Brandy pulls at it again.
The tug of war went to the wall, and Brandy pressed her shoulders against the polished stone. Giving the Rolycoly her smuggest grin, she felt a thrill as she saw those orange eyes narrow at her. Calcine gave up trying to tug herself free of the web and followed the rope, barreling into Brandy and crushing her up against the wall, hands slammed on either side of her head.
"Got you," Calcine rumbled, "What did you even think this would achieve?"
"Hands Sparky!" Brandy yelled and then dropped straight down, rubbing her face past a pair of boobs so firm you could get friction burns off them. Her clothes bunched up as she wiggled down from Calcine's grip, but before Calcine could even snatch at them to stop her escaping, there was a twin splat, and electrified webbing had slammed over her hands, making her arms spasm as they discharged. The polished surface of the wall made a perfect adhering surface for the sticky webbing, an utterly flat bond with not even the smallest gap for some give to peel the webs away. The whole mess had stuck Calcine's hands fast, and she wasn't going anywhere.
Brandy crawled out of her legs and got a hand up from Sparky, raising her hand and then letting go so she could slap the Joltik with a victorious high five.
"I remember last time I practically had you tied up. You're stealing my best tricks already" Sparky grinned, waving her slapped hand. "So am I tagged in?"
"You have to ask?" Brandy laughed, grabbing around Sparky's waist and squeezing her butt. The short woman gave the most adorable squeak as Brandy was firm with her. "We're a team, so let's get her."
Still struggling to free her hands from the wall, Calcine has no leverage to shrug Brandy and Sparky off as the pair put arms around her waist, two heads popping up under her arms and nuzzling her chest. Her legs were free, but planting one on the wall wasn't doing anything but shocking her arms even more numb as the electrified webs crackled when pulled on. The best she can do is give the pair a half-hearted knee to try to push them off.
"You can flop like a Magikarp if you want, but you're not going to enjoy that." Brandy teased, giving a flurry of kisses to Rolycoly's toughened skin. It was licking fine glass, cold with no give to it. The Pokédex had said Rolycoly's got softer when heated up, so now they just needed to apply some heat.
Wild Pokémon and clothes were usually a coin flip. Sparky hadn't worn them, and if Mercury had a set, she'd long since ditched them by the time she'd got her hands around Maple. However, Calcine was as practical as she acted, wearing tight-fitting black shorts and a matching black tank top slightly frayed from day-to-day wear. It had been hard to see it at first with how it matched her skin, but Brandy could see the seams up close. Sparky was already rolling up the top to slip a hand underneath, pawing at Calcine's abs while Brandy stroked her hand along Calcine's curves.
"Like you what you see?" Calcine says a little petulantly as she resigns herself to being good and stuck. "I got much more to work with than blue eyes here."
"Not true!" Sparky cackles, face half stuffed in Calcine's chest. "I can see that bulge in your shorts from here, and you're a whole evolution off being in my league."
"Well, now you're both just being mean," Brandy lazily drawls as she trails her fingers along Calcine's glassy thighs, marveling at the strange feeling of it.
"Maybe she likes mean," Sparky giggled, wiggling her head, so she had it angled up looking out of Calcine's cleavage, multiple blue eyes staring down those cool pools of orange. "Carkol did say she needed someone to get her to show some respect. Should I go find a paddle?"
"You'd break it," Rolycoly huffed, "Enjoy this while you can. It'll still end the same way it always does."
"Oh?" Brandy said, sliding down to one knee and holding onto Calcine's abs for support. Her fingers slid into the smooth lines. "Still think you can win? You can hardly move"
Tease and taunt. Get your opponent worked up, and it's far easier to wear them out. Brandy put her palm to the bulge in Rolycoly's shorts and kneaded it with the palm of her hand. It wasn't any softer than the rest of her, Brandy trying her best to push it about and failing, getting the first genuine smile out of Calcine's she'd seen.
"You don't stand a chance if you don't push my buttons, and one web trick isn't even close." Calcine said just the faintest hint of pride in her voice, "I've fought people with powerful Partners, but when it came down to it, I'm hard, and they are always so, so soft."
Brandy chewed her bottom lip. It was a good line, and she had to give them that. Fingers rolled into the band of Calcine's shorts, and she peeled them away, just on the tiny chance Calcine was bluffing.
She was not. Sparky may have teased Calcine about her size, but that didn't mean Calcine was small, just that Sparky was overly cocky in more ways than one. It was only one night ago that Brandy's eyes would have popped at the rock-hard pillar that sprang to firm attention out of Calcine's shorts. It looked more like a shiny toy than it did flesh, and Brandy running a finger over it didn't dispel that illusion one bit. Rock Pokémon, indeed.
Sparky slid herself out of Calcine's chest to join Brandy on a knee, but even with the pillar of cock between them, she couldn't help but snort.
"Sure you want this one? She'll bang on doorways."
Brandy answers her more physically, kissing along Calcine's glassy thighs and giving a playful lick along the waiting length, eyes locked with Sparky as she bobs her head and curls her tongue over the tip of the cock.
"It's no use," Calcine grumbled. "I can't feel that."
Brandy gave an amused little noise at that, lapping her tongue back down to the base of Calcine's shaft before replying with hot breath that flowed over and caressed Calcine's stiffness.
"I might get tricked a lot today, but not this time. You gave a cry of pain when you fell earlier, and you can feel things through all this hardness."
"Just surprised me, is all," Calcine said stubbornly. "Nothing more"
"Then you shouldn't mind us continuing," Brandy smirked, leaning in to wrap her lips around the girth and give a kiss, dragging Sparky into it, so the pair had the cock sandwiched between their lips. Messily kissing each other as spit coated the jet-black flesh to a glistening shine.
Calcine rolled her hip, web-trapped fingers grinding into polished stone. Breath hitching in her throat and choking any reply. She snapped her mouth closed rather than give them any more sign that this was working, but it was far too late.
Brandy and Sparky traveled along the length to top the head of Calcine's cock with a big, suckling kiss. Rolling the head in their mouths as they vigorously made out with each other, with Calcine's hands bound, she was entirely at their mercy. No way to grab hair, and hip thrusts only ended up bulging out cheeks and making the pair giggle as they bounced back at it and made it feel even more intense.
"Shame this does nothing for you," Brandy teased, "It's my first time getting something this thick between my lips. I'd have loved some feedback."
Calcine rolled her head to one side. Her leg was hopping against the ground, wiggling against Brandy and making the Trainer squirm as the knee massaged her side. The torrent of sensations flowing through Calcine began to stoke her core. Trainer and Partner were merciless in slathering Calcine's member no matter the reaction, the pair getting heated in their breaths and eventually having to stop for air. Sparky and Brandy bumped foreheads with cute smiles for each other as they peppered Calcine's hardness with fluttering kisses.
"She tastes a little sugary. Like rock candy," Sparky giggled. "Think we'll wear it all away if we lick enough?"
Brandy snerks, bumping Sparky's forehead for the terrible joke.
"Arceus, she's hot." Brandy said, shaking sweat out of her eyes. "I mean, literally hot. Is this normal?"
Something drips down between the pair, splattering along kissing lips, and the gooey taste makes the pair cough and pulls away. Their lips were sticking together as they worked it out of their mouths, the backs of their hands used to wipe it out with a gluey substance.
Wait.
Brandy looked up to see Calcine's hands glowing and the webbing around it melting away under the heat. Her calm orange eyes were stoked to a burning flame as her hands came free with a screech of wet ripping, and they came back far faster than Brandy had seen Calcine move until now. Stoked up and ready to go, Calcine slammed her now sticky hands into their hair and tipped Sparky and Brandy's heads back to force them to stare up at her.
Calcine's burning eyes were wild, and her toothy smile promised that two rascals were about to find out just what kind of hot water they'd got themselves in.
The pair glanced at each other and, entirely on the same wavelength right now, spoke in perfect unison.
"Oh shit"
Chapter 6: A Sticky Situation
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Still coated in melted webbing, Calcine's warm fingers were stuck fast in Brandy's spiky red hair. The triumph Brandy felt bled out of her in a rush, Calcine staring down at her with an unshakable grip.
"Aha," Brandy tried to laugh but it died in her throat. With a nervous gulp, she gave the spit-shined cock rubbing up against her face an awkward half-kiss. Sliding her lips along Calcine's length with her tongue sticking out the side so she could tease at it, she noted a new smell in the air. Not strong; it was so light she wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the heat of it. A heated scent that warmed her nose and made her mouth water. An unusual softness was on her lips, and her tongue tip was making an impression on the black shaft, pressing in a little divot as it went.
The transformation the heat had on Calcine's body wasn't clear from a distance, but Brandy had the best seat in the house. Her skin pressed against that impressive length; she no longer felt like she was being jabbed with a rock. Calcine muscles were still firm enough that you could have bounced Pokébucks off her, but Brandy felt a small measure of relief that a ravaging by a statue was now off the cards.
Capture would have been so lovely, Brandy had gotten a little fond of teasing Calcine, and it's a shame it was about to end. She wouldn't get lucky as she had with Sparky, Calcine had worn Trainers down before, and Brandy wasn't kidding herself that she was special. Sometimes you got fucked and had to take comfort that losing could still be a whole lot of fun.
"Credit where it's due. You didn't do as badly as I thought you would," Calcine said, confident to the end. Brandy had her suspicions that Calcine was underselling Brandy's success from how her chest bounced. Calcine took big, slow breaths to regain her composure and settle her nerves. If Brandy could have stolen a few minutes more, she's sure she could have gotten a heated pant out of the Rock Pokémon.
A shame. They'd put up such a good fight too.
Her Partner didn't look one bit concerned, of course. Sparky leaned in to chew at Brandy's earlobe, tucking her chin over Calcine's cock to get at her Trainer. Both ladies tried to pull away from her as she shook her head with cute little fake growls, but the glue meant the Joltik could torture them at her leisure. A little speck of hope stirred in Brandy's heart when she noticed that Sparky's bites showed she had more free motion than should be possible. Calcine's glued fingers ran through Sparky's straw-blonde hair instead of sticking to it.
Of course! Like a spider doesn't get stuck in its web, Sparky must have been immune to her own.
The ear worrying wasn't her being a pest; it was showing she could shake loose. If only Brandy provided a distraction. While on her knees, with a hard cock slapping against her cheek.
Yeah, only one real option here. Maybe she could talk long enough to put off the inevitable?
"Well, if you have pointers," Brandy said, trying to pout to appear cuter in Calcine's grip. She wasn't very good at it, Brandy was an energetic tomboy through and through, and smoldering looks had never been one of her talents. "I'm all for doing better than I was. Am I taking it too slow? Goodness, should I fit that whole thing in my mouth?"
Calcine narrowed her eyes at Brandy, she might be burning with heat now, but she wasn't stupid. It was clear to her that some kind of trick was happening here.
"You're delaying me, waiting for Incinerate to eat away at all the webbing so you can worm free," Calcine said. Her head held high with an imperious little smile at her clever deduction.
Fuck that would have been a perfect plan if Sparky couldn't play as a trump card here. Brandy had to respect Calcine's tactical mind. Putting them both in a poor starting position didn't need quick thinking but escaping the webs showed sharp wits. Brandy took pride in her ability to think on her feet, at least when her mind wasn't all puffy with thoughts of getting hammered into a wall. She had to be confident her wits were quicker than Calcine's and she could give Sparky the moment she needed to get away.
Brandy hoped they would be on the same wavelength here, and she wasn't just enjoying the view like the Carkol. She'd been watching from beside her statue, having formed a rough stone seat to sit on. Her head was cradled atop one fist and an elbow balanced on her thigh for support. That brilliant fiery cloak flowed behind them, casting a warm glow that lit up the chamber almost as well as the electric lights.
Wait. Was the cloak why the Carkol was so much smoother than Calcine? It must have provided her heat, so she was always as soft as a human, or at least a human who worked out every free moment they'd lived. If she could warm up Calcine the same way, then she might actually snatch victory from defeat here.
"Delay? Why I wouldn't dream of delaying you," Brandy said, drawing her words out in a blatant attempt to stall. "Why I'm more than eager to do whatever it takes to - ghlk!"
Calcine silences Brandy with typical efficiency, tipping Brandy's head back so she can line up her girthy dick and stretch out Brandy's lips around it. The pair had been denying her a proper blowjob as they'd made out around her cock, and Calcine had about enough of it. Brandy's head swam as she felt her tongue flatten out and the roof of her mouth getting scraped by a very firm and eager shaft from an equally firm and enthusiastic woman. Brandy couldn't hope to take every inch that required practice, and there'd be plenty of time for that later. She could at least work her tongue as best she could in the here and now. Writhing it in her mouth and bobbing her head to try to slather at Calcine, her heart beating fast with the hope that her work could give Sparky the distraction she needed.
The grip on her head tightening let her know she was at least having some effect. Warm fingers massaged her scalp as it pushed her head down onto the cock in a slow but irresistible press. It wasn't an easy task. Brandy's jaw was forced wide and aching as it strained to make room. Her complete lack of experience in deepthroating gets carried only by her enthusiasm to try it anyway. She gave some wet choking noises as she tried to push her throat into service, making Calcine stop to look down at her with concern. Brandy put a hand around the base of the Pokémon's dick and kept going, sliding herself over the shortened length with a look of pure determination.
With all eyes in the room on Brandy's enthusiastic face fucking, it was simple for Sparky to untangle Calcine's fingers from her hair. Sparky bobbed her head back and fore with exaggerated care as she tried to wiggle loose. Even as she felt her matted hair slide free of the fingers, she waited, darting out and away only when she saw Calcine close their eyes. Calcine was far too gone to notice, mind drowning in the joy of some warm throat squeezing around her cock. Maybe a little envy was in the Joltik's heart as she watched the Rolycoly get her mind melted.
Still, with her Trainer unable to give orders right now, she used some of her initiative. A web tossed to stick on the cavern's ceiling and fixed to the ground gave a tether line to get started on, and then she began to expand it from there. With a pouty expression that she wasn't the one who'd got to take that mouth first, Sparky span her web right behind Calcine.
Brandy did feel a little bit bad when she nudged her head forward to roll into firm abs, letting Calcine enjoy taking near all her throat. Calcine gave a panting breath with steam curling out of her lips as Brandy pressed her hands onto abs whose firmness sent exciting shivers up her spine. With a heavy shove, her bravery was rewarded with the Rolycoly going back with a panicked cry. Bravery was also punished because Brandy's hair was stuck fast to Calcine's hand. Brandy came right along with Calcine, the pair of them tethered together. The roof of her mouth got battered as she dragged herself off Calcine's length with spluttering coughs.
There was a mad tangling of limbs as the pair tried to use the other to avoid the web. All they succeeded in doing was ending up sprawled in it, tied up in knots as they dangled off the giant web. Sparky looked at them through the gaps in the strands with the biggest grin, her yellow fur crackling with amusement.
"If I bind you both, does that mean I'm the Trainer now?"
"No!" Brandy said, voice muffled from pressed up against a grey speckled arm, her eyes peeking out over the top of an impressive bicep. She wiggled in her position, getting some annoyed hisses from Calcine as the pair rubbed together, but it was no use. They were both stuck in this ridiculous position. She looked back to Sparky, eyes pleading.
"Maybe you could be a sweetie and get my binding balls though? For the team."
"Trainer Sparky, off to catch them all!" the Joltik said with a cocky swing of her arm, sliding round the web to pick at Brandy's belt. Working her web-resistant fingers between one of the two remaining binding balls to try to work it free.
The Carkol that had been watching them this entire clucked her tongue, white eyes bright as she mulled something over. She'd not interfered in the fight, but something about this stirred ideas in her heart.
Calcine was rumbling, steam pouring out of her mouth as her heated hands melted away the webbing, but even as the strands snapped, she found no escape. Her arms were stuck fast, and she couldn't bend them to use her hands to free the rest of her. All her shaking of the giant web to get an angle achieved was some crackling shocks. The jolts were a thrill for Brandy, who began giggling and cuddling in on the Rolycoly that was boiling over with frustration. Pressed against her like she was, Brandy found the heat quite pleasant to bask in. Like a near boiling hot bath that you'd only gotten used to, and now you were in the sweet spot to finally luxuriate in the heat.
Brandy could be content and enjoy it while Sparky got her ball out. Sure she hadn't won this fight with heroic glory, but Brandy felt Calcine had run out of tricks. They'd snatched victory from defeat, and she was eager to seal the deal with a binding.
"Calcine," a voice rang out, firm and defiant. The Carkol stood tall over the two stuck in the webbing, her cape swirling behind her as she held her hands in clenched fists by her side. She was trembling, feeling out her words with the care you'd take crossing a crumbling ledge over an endless drop.
"Calcine, use Rapid Spin."
What? WHAT! What was it with Pokémon acting like trainers all of a sudden? This wasn't fair at all!
Brandy heard the snap of a web string as Calcine began to roll her hips, power summoned up far beyond the strength she'd shown so far.
Then the whole world became a spinning blur.
Chapter 7: Too Late for Pebbles to Vote
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Calcine's rapid spinning shredded the webbing like paper, and Brandy was stuck along for the ride. The world became a blur as Calcine held onto her, Brandy's legs swinging out into the air behind her as she was crushed into the Rock Pokémon's chest. Brandy was so damn thankful she'd got Calcine hot enough that her skin was soft. She'd have been lucky to only chip a tooth grinding into Calcine's chest if it wasn't. Usually, she wouldn't complain about having a nice soft pair of boobs shoved in her face, but a swirling dizziness that made her stomach churn ruined the fun.
Carkol shouted something, but Brandy's hearing was a roiling mess, and she couldn't make out the words. Whatever it was, it meant Brandy got put on the ground, which she hugged onto like a lifeline and waited for her nausea to pass. The earth shook, and flashing arcs of yellow crossed her swimming vision as the fight continued without her. Curling up on herself, Brandy felt over her body to try to find her belt, her arms feeling like they belonged to an alien. It took a few fumbling attempts, but with persistence, she felt the hard curves of a Binding Ball and snapped it off the belt, cradling it to her chest.
Deep breaths, focus on the ball and center yourself. Her mom had taught her this one for when she had nerves before exams. The comforting feeling of family help, mixed in with practiced breathing techniques, let Brandy tamp down on the roiling feeling in her guts.
The sound of the battle was a rolling wash of thunderous hits and screeching snaps, but as she gathered her focus and Brandy began to pick out words.
"Intercept the webbing with flame. Keep up the pressure on her!" the Carkol cried out. She was still shaking like a leaf, a stark change from her earlier display of calm introspection. Pokémon didn't become trainers for an obvious reason, nothing in it for either side, but she was forcing herself to try. Why Calcine was humoring Brandy had no idea, though. Maybe the cocky Pokémon hated losing that much.
Sparky had fired off a few webs while Brandy was out, but most of it was smoldering charr on the ground. Calcine's hands were hot enough to burst into flame now, and she projected jets at the electric webbing whenever Sparky tried to snag her with it. Sparky had a significant speed advantage when the fight had started, but as Calcine burned brighter, her speed was picking up too. That seemed... unfair? There had to be a trade-off of some kind.
Brandy thought of soft breasts and how little Calcine had weighed while atop her, and it all clicked into place. Toughness traded off for speed, burn bright and burn out.
"Sparky, she's weaker up close now! Get physical!" Brandy called out, getting up to one knee. Carkol flashed her a look, but it looked more apologetic than angry.
Sparky was happy with getting directions out of a losing battle, and the following web she fired was a messy spray of crackling lightning, blinding to look at. Calcine burned it with a burst of flame, but it had already served its purpose as a shield for Sparky to advance behind. Sparky dived through the glowing flames of her own webs and pounced on Calcine. The nimble Joltik got a hold of Calcine's shoulders and pressed her legs to her stomach, then kicked off with a flick, sending Calcine crashing down with a surprised cry.
Usually, getting into a fistfight with a Rock Pokémon was a stupid idea, but as always, you had to remember the quirks. Kids knew all their type advantages before they were old enough to even start thinking about Pokémon. If all it took to be a good Trainer was understanding strengths and weaknesses, then anyone could do it. A real Trainer could take the basics and turn them on their head, Carkol had decided she wanted to be a trainer here, but she was Rock and Fire at heart. Brandy could use that.
"Catch her!" Carkol called out, leaning in to look at the fight. "You're quick!"
"She's quicker!" Calcine called back, snatching at the air as she tried to get to her feet. Sparky had nipped right by the grab and stuck a web onto Calcine's back from point blank, wresting her back onto the ground. Calcine rolled onto her front and tried to reach back to grab the web to burn it off, but Sparky had thought ahea d when picking her spot. The web stuck right at the small of Calcine's back, and Calcine's fiery fingertips were just short of scratching it away.
Feet still unsteady from the spinning, Brandy staggered over to Calcine and snapped open the Binding Ball, drawing out the red wires inside.
"Calcine, watch out! Spin!" Carkol cried, but it was a hair too late as Brandy looped the binding wires over Calcine's wrists. She was wrenched off her feet when Calcine came up with a spin, but Sparky managed to intercept and catch her, mad laughs as she carried Brandy off. The Binding Ball's mechanisms hissed as it fed out more wire to keep up with the retreat and Calcine's spin drew it all in. She ended up binding herself around the chest in a great tangled mess.
"Thanks for surviving," Brandy mumbled, leaning her head up to kiss Sparky's cheeks. "We got her now."
Sparky beamed and put Brandy down, giving her ass a smack for good luck. "You really owe me for this. Now go get her!"
Calcine's spin stopped with a frustrated cry as she struggled to free her arms from the binding she'd given herself. Her orange eyes glared as Brandy approached.
"Think you've won?" Calcine huffed. "This was clever, but you haven't."
"Haven't I? You don't look in much state to stop me" Brandy grinned, putting a hand to Calcine's chest. She pressed, and without arms free to stop her, she could push Calcine all the way up to the cave's shining wall. "Admit it, you're impressed."
Calcine turned her head to the side, but the heated glow on her cheeks was unmistakable.
"Incredible," the Carkol whispered, hugging herself. "Is this how she must have felt? To have someone rely on you like this?"
Calcine sighed, shaking her head. But there was the faintest hint of a smile there; Brandy saw it. So sweet of her to help out her ... sister? What exactly was the relation between Pokémon of the same type anyway? They were known for sticking together, but it wasn't like a Trainer bond.
Another question for her mom, right now, Brandy had to get a Rolycoly to admit she'd lost.
"Sweet as this all is, I do want you," Brandy said, getting a hold of the Binding Ball wires and beginning to tie Carkol's arms off. "Do I need to truss you up completely and ride you to prove it?"
"Smokescreen!" Carkol called out, and Brandy looked up to Calcine, looking so fucking smug she could have screamed. Scream she did when Calcine blew smoke right in her face!
She'd tie that bitch up and throw her in a pond! That was so uncalled for!
The smoke didn't sting, but it was as hot as Sauna steam and made Brandy's eyes water. It kept pouring out of Calcine's mouth in a long stream until the whole room was a white pea-soup fog. Brandy tried to press onto Calcine with the wires in her hands, but the sweat of her fingers made her grip slippery. She couldn't stop her from moving with body weight alone when she couldn't see where she was going. The only things visible through the smoke were the red wires of the binding ball and the Carkol's burning red cloak.
"Ugh! What do I do?" Sparky called out somewhere off to Brandy's left. There was a crackling sound like water thrown on a bonfire, and the steamy room flared like a miniature sun had burst into life. Sparky's loud pained yelp carried over the rush of fire.
"Ah, tagged me with some flame! She can see or something?"
Another flare and another cry of burning pain.
"Stop talking! She can hear you!" Brandy called out, sure at least that Calcine wouldn't be shooting her with flame. Pokémon didn't like to hit people harder than they could manage. While humans had grown tougher over the generations, they still didn't hold a candle to Pokémon when it came to taking hits.
Brandy listened, but all she could hear was her breath, panting like a thirsty dog from the blistering heat of the smoke. This was bad. If Sparky couldn't see attacks, she couldn't dodge or fight at range. It countered all her best strengths! Brandy started moving, picking out the red glow in the air as her destination. Her only hope was she could guess Sparky's third move. A melee one surely? It'd make sense if it was a Bug Type to pair off with the electric webs.
Fury Cut? But Sparky didn't have any actual blades, and it'd be too weak. Bug Buzz? Maybe she could use the electricity to make the noise, but usually, that was for bugs with wings. Nothing for it but a big guess.
"Sparky, follow the lines. Lunge!"
There was a long awkward pause.
"Lunge? Really? You think I'd just jump people?" Sparky called back in an annoyed huff.
"Got you," Calcine said, and there was a squeak and the sound of whirling, and then something flew across the room and cracked against the wall hard.
"Lunge," Sparky mumbled groggily from the impact site. "So laaame"
"Hey, screw you! It was a good guess!"
Sparky began cracking up, delerious with laughter. "Fuck me, and I'll tell you!"
Yeah, that little yellow minx wouldn't be any more help for this fight Brandy could tell. Brandy settled into the red glow and waited. Calcine knew where she was from their talking, and she'd picked her spot to try to end this.
A powerful body rolled onto her and pressed Brandy onto her back. Brandy gasped, squirming her shoulder blades against something soft and cozy.
"Can we see for this?" she said, panting for air. "Can't enjoy victory if it's all white."
"Fine," Calcine rumbled from on top of her. "Don't need hands to end this."
They waited a short minute for the steamy mist to fade, and Calcine's eyes went wide when it did.
"Oh, you devious little.."
She didn't get to finish as Brandy swept up the Carkol's cloak she'd been lying on, throwing it around her and Calcine and drawing them in. The Carkol sat down with a thump. The inside of her cloak was sweltering hot, but it was hot for both of them, and the already soft Calcine got even more deliciously softer as the heat melted her into Brandy's arms.
"This is cheating," Calcine mumbled as Brandy began to kiss her lips. The heat of the cloak made both of them a sweating mess.
"Her joining in was cheating. This is me forgiving the cheating. You got a pretty girl under you, don't be so sour."
"And you assume that I think you're pretty?"
Brandy ground her stomach against the hard cock trapped between them and raised an eyebrow.
"You're lucky I like red hair" Calcine snorted and raised her bound arms above Brandy's head, so they were out of the way. "And Trainers too smart for their own good."
Brandy smiled and went to kiss Calcine, then saw the Carkol staring at them both from over her shoulder. Oh, right, she was using her cloak to help heat up Calcine. She probably couldn't not watch. Though with how she was staring, they could have found the deepest part of the cave, and they'd have a pair of triangle white eyes staring at them out of the darkness. Carkol really wanted to study Trainers and their Pokémon.
Well, she'd come too far to let an audience ruin it. Time to see if all her hard work had paid off. Hopefully, she could make Calcine submit before she sweated herself to death!
Chapter 8: Heat Crash
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It was a whole lot of effort to get here, way more than it should have been really. Most trainers failed several times before their first capture, let alone their second. Brandy had only gotten by with a lot of enthusiasm and quick thinking. Now she just needed to seal the deal.
Carkol's cloak was far more than cozy. Brandy was slick with sweat from heat like a sauna that'd slammed the dial right up to ten. Her hair was damp as she pawed at the Pokémon she'd lured into the steamy trap. Fully warmed up, Calcine's skin was softer than Brandy could have dreamed of once. The smooth rock had softened to form a creamy textured skin that Brandy couldn't stop running her hands over. Calcine was enjoying the attention. Stretched out, she rubbed her legs together and teased Brandy with presses of her chest to the Trainer's face. Drawing cute muffled growls out of Brandy as she tried to kiss a moving target.
"You're so pretty!" Brandy growled in frustration. "So let me at you already!"
"Pretty?" Calcine says, a note of shock in her voice. Orange eyes flaring as she presses her chest onto Brandy's face and makes the Trainer squirm with muffled cries. "I bet you tell all the Pokémon that"
"Well, they are all pretty!" Brandy said when she got free of the smushing for a breath of air, then dived back in to start sucking along her breast, rolling the flesh in her lips as she drew lines across the jet-black skin. "Want this real bad," she says in muffled tones, mouth very much full.
"I'll have to ask my new Trainer," Calcine gasped, not exactly holding firm against these suckling kisses. "Didn't even know I had her until today."
"This is very cute, but if you two don't start fucking I'm going to think there's something wrong with you both," the Carkol said, pressing her hands against the cloak and pushing them together like they were dolls she'd decided needed to make out harder.
The pair give muffled protests, but Carkol shows no mercy and rubs them together until they're both taking turns yelping in indignation and giggling from all the intense rubbing skin contact. She actually forces them to kiss, hands on both their hair as she brings their lips together. After an awkward moment, the pair, unsure if they'll survive defying her, give in to the soft lips before them. Wet, slippery-tongued kisses that Calcine had far more experience with, and she used that superior skill to overwhelm Brandy. The Trainer's head tipped back as Calcine wrestled with her tongue and pressed in with just the right amount of pressure to curl Brandy's toes.
The glowing red strings of the Binding Ball still held Calcine's arms firm together, so she had to use her thighs to maneuver Brandy into position. Squeezing tight round Brandy's hips and sliding her along the ground in thumping grinds against the cloak that got some delicious sounding moans out of the mind-addled Trainer. Carkol's cloak didn't burn against the skin, the rocks floating on it flowed to mold themselves around Brandy's body. Calcine was more than happy to use her strength to thump this makeshift mattress. The tugging on her Cloak drew a few surprised gasps from Carkol, which she tried to hide with a hand cupped over her mouth. It did a poor job of it and the pair might have noticed if they weren't so distracted.
Calcine was an avalanche rolling over Brandy, and she let herself get swept away, trailing hands along Calcine's curves as she was set into position. The hard length of Calcine slid across her opened thighs, and that cock was still more than hard enough to press into the flesh and make Brandy writhe with giddy thrills. Sparky may have been more to handle when they'd fucked, but Brandy had been through a horrendous amount of foreplay to get to this point, and it wasn't the sweat that left her soaking wet with anticipation.
She rolled her hips to meet the tip of that cock, Calcine's lack of hands and Brandy's eagerness making it all far trickier than it needed to be. The thick shaft dragged fiery lines across Brandy's stomach and thighs, every teasing touch to her waiting slit intense enough to make her see stars. Brandy's muscles tightened, ready for what was to come and left wanting. She began to moan in frustration, locking her legs around Calcine's to try steady her. Brandy pressed her shoulders back hard into the cloak-turned mattress, presenting herself as best she could for her would-be conqueror.
A few more failed attempts to penetrate and Brandy could take it no longer. She got her hands on it, sliding her arms between them so she can get a firm grip on Calcine's shaft. Brandy froze up the woman on top of her as Calcine felt soft human fingers wrap around her hardened cock. Brandy guides Calcine in, pressing the head to her waiting folds and then giving a few stroking pumps to prime the Rolycoly nerves. Those orange eyes blazed hotter than they had all night as Calcine pressed forward in one smooth thrust of her hips and split Brandy in half. Brandy's pussy spasmed and gushed as the crown of Calcine's cock blazed a path through her, and she let out a long wailing cry as the feeling of it all crashed down hard and smothered out all other thoughts.
"Too much?" Calcine said, stopping her thrusting after that body-wracking wail.
Brandy grabbed Calcine's hair and pulled her head close so Brandy could speak right into the glossy black ear.
"Don't you dare stop now. Fuck as hard as you fight," Brandy growled before taking a bite of that ear. It was all the permission Calcine needed to get to thrusting,
The Rock Pokémon was feeling the ache of the fight in her limbs, but exhaustion wasn't enough to stop her from finding a pace for her hip thrusts that had Brandy's ass bouncing off the ground like a rubber ball. She pistoned herself into the Trainer, grinding down on her until she fucked the strength right out of Brandy's limbs and had the Trainer tugging as weak as a kitten at the Binding strings around her arms. Body shaking orgasms built up and burst through Brandy's body as Calcine poured the last dregs of energy into melting the woman's mind beneath her. The building ache in her balls became a sharp spike of pleasure, and she came hard deep into her partner with a feral cry. Hot seed poured into the rubbed raw pussy, both lovers squirming in each other's arms. They both underwent a rush of pleasure that made the moment flow on for what seemed like an eternity.
The binding strings glowed bright against Calcine's skin as she lay on top of Brandy after, panting hard as the Trainer laid soft kisses on her cheeks, filling Calcine's ears with pleasing little coos.
"Good?" Brandy mumbled, voice light and airy.
"Incredible," Calcine said, no bluff or bluster, mind clearer than it had been for months. No other trainer had got her quite like this.
"Want more? Come with me. We're good together."
Calcine pressed down, licking across Brandy's lips and getting a few giggles out of the Trainer before she ended with a lap over her nose.
"I won though. You're done. I'm not."
"Really? You think this is all about being the last one standing?" Brandy shook her head and looked to the watching Carkol. Those triangular white eyes were soft around the edges as she smiled at the pair.
"You think that's how it is? Just Trainer's bending Pokémon under them?" she asked them both, ruffling her spiky red hair against Calcine's neck as if she was trying to mark her partner.
Neither could answer her, but the silence was answer enough. The Binding Ball's wire glowed bright, and Calcine watched as they sank into her skin with an amused huff.
"Winning by being bent over?" she laughed, "Cheat. Do better next time."
"So there's going to be a next time?" Brandy smirked, "Got you."
"Yeah," Calcine said, cuddling in as she felt exhaustion set in deep. "Not that you can handle me, and I'm going to make you regret it."
Brandy was already looking forward to it.
Chapter 9: Learning Geology
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Basking in each other's arms soon turned to sleep as adrenaline wound down and tired bodies gave in to the inevitable. A peaceful sleep of pure exhaustion, minds too worn out to offer anything but the most simple of dreams. Calcine and Brandy clung onto each other the whole way through it, dopey smiles on their faces.
So it was a sharp shock when they both started getting a stream of water dumped over their heads. The pair spluttered as cool liquid splattered against warm skin.
"Drink up!" Sparky said, pushing the canteen she'd half emptied into Brandy's hand. "I swear you sweated out all the water in your body, and you're more dried out than day-old Chesto Berries."
"Sparky? Why!" Brandy spat, mopping the spikes of her red hair out of her eyes.
"Because I couldn't wait to be helpful, as cute as your snoring was."
"Not to mention jealous," Calcine murmured, mouth steaming fog as the water evaporated against the still burning furnace or her insides.
"Me? Never!" Sparky said, slapping both her cheeks and tilting her head. The distrusting twin squints she got made her break into giggles. "Okay, maybe a little. You did a number on her Calcine! I thought she would melt into a puddle with her cooing noises. You'll have to give me some tips."
Sparky made some noises that Brandy refused to believe were accurate, short, gasping cries that made Brandy's ears burn. Calcine and Carkol seemed to find them very amusing, stone faces might be good at hiding laughs but their eyes sure weren't, sharp and mocking. Brandy dumped a tiny bit of the water into her hand so she could flick droplets at Sparky's chest. The Joltik retreated with high-pitched squeaks as the water crackled into arcing yellow static in her fur. She tore her fingers through the fur to try to get it off. Little clicking noises of frustration bounced off the cave walls as her fur began to puff up, making her look like a fuzzball.
Calcine wrapped her arms around Brandy from behind and squeezed her. "She does make a good point; you should drink. Would be embarrassing to collapse from heat exhaustion after all that."
Brandy shook her head as she drank, outnumbered; she was unable to even put up a fight. It seemed there'd be no escaping her partners fussing after her health. Carkol stood up as Brandy worked through the canteen, one small gulp at a time. The warm cloak rubbed across tingling skin and dropped the pair onto the smooth ground of the cavern.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've ideas for my work," Carkol says as she returns to her statue, the poor malformed thing getting reshaped as she dips her fingers into the stone. The cavern's walls shake as Carkol exerts her rock-shaping power.
Brandy rolled until she could get enough feeling in her muscles to get up to a sit. She waved her canteen at Carkol with the cheerfulness of someone who'd got fucked senseless and had not a care in the world right now. Fearless.
"You acted like a trainer there! You wanted to see what it was like? I've never heard of a Pokémon doing that."
"It felt strange. I have a small bond with Calcine as one of her kind, but guiding her through a fight, felt pleasant. But also unrewarding?" the Carkol said, voice torn. "I want to do it more, but I did something wrong."
"It felt hollow," Calcine said, joining Brandy in a sit acting as a rock for Brandy to lean on. Brandy felt her skin hardening in time to the slowing of Calcine's heartbeats, the cozy afterglow not enough to burn the fires within. "Not like with Brandy. But I wanted to do it for you. You sounded so determined."
"Maybe you need to find a trainer who needs some help? You'd make a good team," Brandy says, looking about for her clothes.
"Not a bad idea," Calcine nodded. "I'm leaving, so you can't put off fights forever now."
Carkol gave a little huff as she worked on her statue, no response more deemed necessary. Tipping her head, she parted the statue down the middle, turning one figure into two as she scooped up more rock from the ground to fill them out. It was a peaceful few minutes watching her work, the shape of two figures coming in as she molded the rock into shape. It wasn't any better when it came to detail, but this time it had more natural energy, the two figures embracing each other for support or even a kiss.
"Maybe an artist, so you can get tips," Sparky said, shying back from the glare Carkol gave her. "I love what you're doing, but you need practice! I'm not going to lie to you!"
Brandy shook her head and left Sparky to dig herself out another hole, looking for her clothes. She didn't have to look far as Calcine was beside her buttoning up Brandy's white shirt. It looked delicious on her in contrast with her coal-black skin, and Brandy felt her mouth dry. Not willing to ruin the view of a hot woman in her shirt, Brandy looked for Calcine's old top and held up the black tee to herself.
"You're shorter than me. I'm not sure it'll fit."
Calcine turned to look at Brandy and puffed up her chest, Brandy's shirt buttons straining against the rising tides of breasts. A containment breach was all but assured if she didn't ease up, and Calcine didn't even say anything beyond that. A smug smile said all it needed to.
"Stupid big titted Pokémon," Brandy grumbled as she pulled the top on that she didn't come close to filling it out. It hung just short of her waist, leaving a ridge of skin that exposed that Brandy wasn't sure about until she saw Sparky staring. Perfect then. "You'll see, I'll inherit one day. Show you all."
"You're plenty pretty enough. Stop fishing for compliments! Though you're in dire need of a shower." Sparky said as she bounded over to help Brandy squeeze into her clothes and tidy herself up. Her obvious attempts to steal a grope or two are a fair trade-off for the help. "You're not getting a third pokémon out here unless there's one attracted to scruffy-looking hedges with spiky red hair."
"I found two already, so why not a third" Brandy said as she grabbed her pants off Calcine. Swapping tops was cute, but she wasn't about to try squeezing into Rolycoly shorts.
It took a while for Brandy to be happy she at least looked presentable back in town, though from how earthy she smelt and how sticky she felt. Well, she regretted not bringing any shower spray with her now. That was first on the list when they hit the Pokémart, that and spare shirts in case of any more thefts.
"Before you go," Carkol called, not looking away from her statue. That one figure had spiky hair, a cause for future concern, but Brandy wasn't going to push it. "Calcine, I'm going to miss you, so take something with you of mine."
"Oh?" Calcine said, rubbing an arm. "I mean, you're not my poké-mom or anything, and I don't need a gift."
"It's not a gift. I've decided on a name, and I want you to hand it in for me."
"You're finally thinking of getting a Trainer?" Calcine said, orange eyes soft at the edges. A look of surprise? At this rate, Brandy would spend ages puzzling about how to read faces with unusual eyes.
"Watching you two bond, I think it's about time I looked to feel that again. I'm not expecting to regain lost memories, but I have to hope I am the same person I once was. Perhaps if I find a Trainer who suits me just as well, I can see their reflection."
Brandy whistled. Sounded like a challenging responsibility for whoever did get her, having to compete with a ghost of the past. But some Trainers would be up for the challenge, no doubt.
"How about I send some Trainers your way who need some help? You could practice it together then, give them advice without having to feel all hollow by doing it all yourself?"
"That'd be sweet of you. I won't go easy on any Trainer. Maybe I'll take them under my cloak if they're interesting enough." Carkol looked back, white light burning out of triangle slices where her eyes should be.
"Lapidary. Remember the name for me, Calcine. Next time I see you, I expect to see you with a cloak of your own."
"Lapidary," Calcine nodded. "And maybe I'll blow past the cloak and get the full fiery mantle. Then I can look down on you for a change."
"Well then, push Brandy to get you there. No going easy on her!"
Brandy blushed as Calcine grabbed her arm and gave it a squeeze, leaning on it. Hopefully, Calcine went a tiny bit easy on her, or she wouldn't be walking straight for days between her and Sparky.
Lapidary waved her hands at them all, shooing them out. "No soppy goodbyes, you go! I will see you all again. I'll be very disappointed if you don't impress me when you do. I expect gym badges."
"Going there next!" Brandy said, tugging at Calcine's arm only to get sandwiched as Sparky grabbed her other, and the pair leaned on her. The blushing human filled in a Poké-sandwich.
Maybe after a bit of bonding, or she would get eaten alive!
The cave was still rumbling as they left, the sound of Lapidary working on her statue fading to a small drone they heard until the mines faded into the difference. One day Brandy would come back and see what she made if only to make sure it wasn't a statue of her and Calcine going at each other.
Or if it had to be that, at least she'd check Lapidary had improved her art. She didn't want generations to come to think she was some kind of potato person!
Chapter 10: Ugly Ducklett
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The day was clean and crisp as the trio walked back to Turrfield, but Brandy had a detour in mind and was desperately thankful when she got to it. Clothes piled and kept secure with her sturdy boots; Brandy swam out into the small lake they'd spied on their way in and tried her best to wash herself down. She'd had much more sex in the past two days than expected and not a single shower. It was long overdue.
Lathering up her hair with a tiny slither of soap, she tried to ignore the catcalls from the lake's side. Calcine was sat on the ground, coal skin shining in the sun, with Sparky draping herself over Calcine's back. The Joltiks' head was resting atop the solid rock Pokémon like the world's shortest totem pole. They were both watching Brandy wash with intense stares, and it was, well, it was making it a little tricky!
"She's so cute when she blushes," Sparky said, as Brandy tried to stop herself from doing just that. Splashing water on her face to cool off from all the staring.
"Easy to do, too. You just have to give her a firm look, and she gets all flustered."
Brandy stared at the pair with a look she put a little iron into. She would not be baited by them like some gullible Magikarp! Wait, was staring at all being baited?
She got a pair of twin smiles for her trouble, and it was hard to say who was looking smugger. It seemed she had a type, and Brandy wished she didn't. With a huff, she dipped her head under water to get the soap off, coming up and rubbing her hair vigorously until the spikes were a tangled mess. Some leftover glue from Sparky's webs. That's a job for a comb later to fix.
Her top was sweaty but had gone unmolested in all the sex so far, which Brandy wasn't surprised by one bit. She may be the daughter of a Volcarona, but she was yet to inherit much from her Mother except the red hair and tall height. The curves seemed to be stubbornly holding out on her. While Brandy didn't consider herself small in the chest, she wasn't in danger of breaking any shirts like Calcine was. Sparky, too, if she wasn't so petite. Brandy needed to get a Pokémon who was flat as a board next to make her feel better about herself. Still, cleaning didn't care about insecurities, so she rubbed herself up with soap and went to work.
"Yeah! Make them jiggle!" Sparky cackled from the side, "Give us a show!"
Brandy sunk into the water to hide her chest, glaring their way.
"Woo! Roll us those sexy shoulders. Let us see your back muscles!"
Brandy sunk lower.
"Woof, look at those ears. Get them wiggling for us!"
"That's not a thing!" Brandy yelled up to the bank. "You can at least help if you're going to ogle!"
Sparky snorted. "Calcine would sink like the rock she is, and me? Electric and Water? You get why that won't work, right? I'm not sure you're on the level of kinky needed enough to survive. You'll have to wait until you can take some shocks."
Brandy stood up in the water again, feet slipping on the wet stones she splashed about as she fumbled to hold on to the soap. Cursing it as it got away with a sad plink.
"Great. Just great. What do you mean until I can take some shocks? It's not like you can build a tolerance to that sort of thing."
Calcine and Sparky were looking at her like she'd just announced she was a Ditto and had tricked them into falling for her.
"What? I can't. Right?"
"I'm dating an idiot," Calcine groaned, leaning her head back onto Sparky's chest. "Did she learn anything at school?"
"Said she was too distracted thinking about sexy Pokémon. Story checks out. She leers after us all the time."
Sparky was lucky she wasn't in splashing distance right now. Brandy had to settle for crossing her arm and giving a stern look.
"I made up for it in the practical exams. School's boring. What did I miss?"
"Your bonds, doofus!" Sparky laughed, fussing with Calcine's hair as the Rock Pokémon got comfy against her. "They're not just fun red lights. Didn't you think it weird that all the Grass Trainers have green hair? Or all the Fighting Trainers are buff?"
"Okay, so it's a little weird, maybe. But people look like their Pokémon a bit, so what?"
"Uggghhhhh, it's not a coincidence, is what! You'll adapt to us, better able to take a shock. Or feel more comfortable pressing yourself up against rock-hard skin," Sparky says, rapping her fist on Calcine's forehead and making it ring.
"Don't do that," Calcine says calmly. "Or I'll throw you in the lake."
Sparky huffed on Calcine's forehead and rubbed it clean. Getting a playful slap on the cheek for it.
"I thought I was just going to express after my Mom?" Brandy said, moving on to the stickiest part of her job. Calcine hadn't pulled out, and it was a mess down there. She could really use the soap right now.
"Yeah, obviously, your mom's a big deal! You'll take after her the most until you settle down on your partners. But adapting to us is still part of the journey."
When they met her Poké-mom, they probably wouldn't believe that. Oh. Oh, wait, oh no. They were going to meet her mom, and all they did was tease her constantly. She needed to fix that before they met the true master at that game.
A few bubbles rose around Brandy, and the water shimmered. Head tilting to the side to see what was causing the effect, Brandy was totally unprepared for a figure to burst out of the water. Hands glided over her skin, and a woman with long flowing red hair pressed in on her, a single pure white horn rising out from it on her forehead.
She had long flowing frills sweeping out from her skin like a fancy cut-up dress, all a brilliant red that faded into pure white at the edges. It did not even surprise her to see she also had a set of massive tits because Brandy seemed destined to find nothing but beautiful Pokémon, who made her feel like they could use her as a spirit level.
"Hey, cute stuff," the new arrival said, her eyes a beautiful sea green with long lashes. Brandy was trying and failing real bad not to get lost in them. "You dropped this."
The Pokémon pressed a bar of soap into Brandy's hand and then cupped her hands together, bringing them up to kiss them.
"Two partners already. You must be quite the catch, and it'd be a shame to throw you back. How about you do your best," she said, leaning to lay a kiss on Brandy's neck that made the poor Trainer's aching body shiver with need. "And try to reel me in?"
"One second," Brandy said, "Ma'am. I mean, lady. I mean... hold on."
Brandy splashed about in the water for something by her feet, the Pokémon tilting her head to watch her with amusement.
She wasn't expecting it when Brandy came up with her Repel squirt bottle and gave her blast point blank.
"Ugh!" the Pokémon spat as the special liquid started working. "That went right in my mouth!"
Wiping her mouth, she looked at Brandy, and Brandy got to watch the desire fade out of those eyes, the Pokémon turning from her with a huff and diving back into the water.
"That was so mean!" Sparky gasped.
"Agreed, a little cruel," Calcine said, hand over her mouth to no doubt hide a laugh, just like Carkol did. "You could have used Water to round the team out."
"Fuck off. I'm still exhausted!" Brandy called to the shore as she put her Repel bottle back down by her feet. "You two are enough to handle, and I should be one big bruise."
"Well, keep dating me, and you'll toughen up," Calcine smiled. "And get quite the cut figure, too. There's even some fire in your blood when I finally evolve."
"And I'll make you shorter!" Sparky cackled.
"You... won't actually do that, right?" Brandy said. She enjoyed being tall, which was her only advantage over the prettier girls in her class.
"You don't know! You didn't pay attention in class! Ahaha!"
"Why did I pick you again? Calcine, slap her for me!"
There's a smack of rock on flesh, but Sparky turns it into a bubbly moan that makes Brandy blush all over again. These two were going to be the death of her.
Brandy finished cleaning herself off, and the pair had some fun toweling her down, Calcine being firm while Sparky spent more time rubbing up against her than actually doing anything helpful. She'd have been mad if she didn't find them both hot, the ultimate get-out card for causing trouble.
Cleaned up, Brandy pulled on Calcine's top and her always-useful travel cargo pants and fished her Pokédex out of her backpack. Waiting for the woman she'd sprayed to rise in the water and glare daggers her way.
ping*
"Mahi" the Goldeen
Height: 5' 5"
Type: Water
Failed Captures: 2
Moves Discovered:
Aqua Ring
???
???
Elegant Dancer, Goldeen's beauty disguises a surprising amount of muscle.
click*
Damn, she would have been nice to have and was awfully pretty, but Brandy wasn't sure she could take another tussle today. She needed proper food and a warm bed, and she did not doubt that the latter wouldn't be the peaceful rest she wanted with these two by her side.
Sorry, Mahi. Maybe one day.
Chapter 11: Warm Feelings
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Returning home triumphant wasn't as big a deal when your hometown was Turrfield. The cozy village of stone buildings and slate roofs belonged on a postcard, beautiful in its simplicity. The air was fresh, and the sun was warm but not too hot. A small stream ran along the edge of town, fed by a waterfall in the mountains, often a favorite for locals to swim in.
The still-soaking mess that was Brandy didn't exactly look like a returning hero. More like Sparky and Calcine had fished her out of that stream and were taking her off to the market to weigh and sell her.
Whatever, Brandy knew she was a winner, and that's all that mattered.
"Okay," Brandy said, still feeling the day's aches in her legs. "What do you want to do? Turn in the dex-data and go shopping? Hang out a bit?" Brandy gulped and added at the end in a rush, "Visit my mom?"
"What's that last one?" Sparky said, "You don't want to do that one. I want that one!"
Brandy looked to Calcine for support, and the grey-freckled rock lady just shrugged. Foolish of her to expect more, really, Calcine seemed happy to go with the flow when she wasn't blistering hot and horny.
"Swear, I'm the only trainer who gets bullied by her Pokémon. " Brandy kicked her boot against the dirt road, sending a few stones skidding away.
"Hah! You're definitely not," Sparky cackled, "But it's still fun, even if it's unoriginal."
"It'd make more sense to go home for you," Calcine said. "You cleaned up nicely, but some warm food before anything else will improve your mood."
"That's very reasonable of you. I'm almost willing to believe this isn't just an excuse to see my Poké-mom,"
Sparky snerked. "You call her Poké-mom. That's adorable."
"Rock Types are reasonable," Calcine said, ignoring the imp beside her. "if you like reasonable, become a Rock Ace. You could build an excellent team."
"Ugh, a solid but boring team." Sparky groaned, "She's going to get Fire in her soon anyway, Brandy, then she'll liven up a bit. Don't let her slide you into becoming boring. Focus on getting us some Poké-mom's Poké-meals."
"Expecting my mom to cook for you? Well, if you insist," Brandy said, voice syrupy sweet.
Sparky wasn't sure why she was talking like that, but her fur prickled at the idea she'd just stumbled right into a trap.
--
Brandy's mother was busy, but that didn't stop her from cooking. The three sat around the family table that'd been moved into the study room, forced out of the living room by a small forest of packing boxes. Brandy didn't come into the study very often. Her human mother's computer was set up here, and she'd never had much luck playing around with it. Her Poké-mom didn't either, so they just left it to gather dust while her mother was out being all Professorly.
Sparky was kicking her legs under the table, sparring with Calcine as they watched the tall Volcarona ladle a soup pot, the smell of vegetables and spices fusing together in the air. Calcine watched Sparky and Brandy shift in their seats, eyes tearing up as the spicy scents wafted through the air.
"It smells delicious," Calcine said. "Will it be too spicy for you?"
"No, I love the heat," Brandy said. "You kind of have to when you got a Volcarona for a mom."
"Yeah," Sparky fussed her fingers together, fidgeting as all her eyes squinted at the soup pot like it was going to be her end. "Love that sort of thing. Me too"
"Sorry for something so simple. " Brandy's Poké-mom turned and smiled at the group. It was just a thin sliver of white, her big blue eyes far more expressive, and right now, they were beaming with pride. "I didn't expect my daughter to come back with two partners already."
"Undefeated!" Sparky laughed, kicking her chair as she made herself comfortable. "You should have seen her Poké-mom. She doesn't know when to quit."
"Poké-mom," the Volcarona laughed. "Call me Scoria dear, and she gets the can't quit attitude from her mother," Brandy's Poké-mom turned back to her cooking, a fond hum buzzing from her throat as she watched the pot. "I always knew my little Larvesta would inherit her spirit!"
There was a long pause, and Brandy wondered why the pair had gone so silent. Looking left and right, Calcine and Sparky had eyes locked on her Poké-mom's rear, sighing to themselves as they saw it bob back and fore as she cooked.
"Hey! No ogling my mom's butt," Brandy hissed under her breath, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Well, you barely have one. Can't we enjoy your future inheritance?" Sparky whispered back, leaning to press a hand to Brandy's rear. "This has a lot of filling out to do."
"Don't bet on it. I'm going to stay flat to spite you."
Sparky shifted her hand to cop a feel of Brandy's chest. "Oh, don't be so modest. You're far from flat, and we'll love you either way." and Sparky pinched a nipple, leaning in to whisper in Brandy's ear. "But if you decide to balloon out, I'll help you get used to them. Got a lot of experience having huge tits."
Calcine shook her head, looking between Brandy's face and the soup pot. "She won't be needing that for a while yet."
"And what does that mean?" Brandy squeaked, turning to glare at them. Anything to get away from those hungry blue Joltik eyes.
"You're already sweating plenty," Calcine said, patting Brandy's cheeks as they turned redder than Volcarona's wings.
"I can hear you teasing my daughter! Even if I wasn't a Pokémon, I'd notice you pulling at those bonds." Brandy's mother snapped, dropping her spoon into the soup and glaring.
Calcine looked up, a guilty expression crossing her face as she mouthed 'sorry' before Brandy could say anything. Sparky just smiled wider, leaning to drape herself over Brandy and resting her head on a shoulder.
Glowing blue eyes met in a battle of wills, but Sparky held firm and eventually got a bark of a laugh out of Brandy's Poké-mom.
"Willful and handsy! Just like Fenny," Brandy's mother sighed, reaching a hand to ruffle Brandy's hair. "You've picked quite the pair. I hope they're not running you ragged."
Brandy groaned, slumping in her seat as her mother filled bowls with steaming soup and then put them in front of the three. The aches had faded, but the pair had not been effortless captures, and they'd been pretty relentless about wanting more. For the first time ever, Brandy was more excited at the thought of a warm meal and a good night's sleep than getting a Pokémon into bed. She'd never expected this all to be so exhausting.
"How did you and Fenny meet Scoria?" Calcine asked as she took a few sips of the soup. Glancing at Brandy, all slumped over, she teased her mouth with the end of the spoon. Brandy shied away at first but, after a few pokes, rolled her lips over the spoon, staring at Calcine meaningfully as she did so. She'd tease right back, can't let them get everything their own way.
Sparky watched them both like she expected them to burst into flame.
"Ah! She's always been a researcher at heart. She came to get my name off me and really impressed me. I'd never met someone who could keep up like she could, not even Trainers." Scoria said.
"They're awful together." Brandy sat to eat her bowl, taking big spoonfuls of the spicy soup. The warmth was blessed relief for her throat after all she'd done for Calcine. "The neighbors sent the police round once, thought someone was being murdered."
"Well, in a way, they were," Scoria smiled, "And the Police were very polite about it. Even congratulated me some,"
"Mom!"
"Oh, don't be so shy, Brandy! You've got two beautiful women fussing over you now. I'm sure you'll be annoying your parents with how loud you are soon enough."
"Deserve it. I missed so much sleep. What's with all the boxes, though? You moving out?" Brandy mumbled, offering her spoon to Sparky since she didn't seem to be eating. Four blue eyes flicked between it and her spoon nervously. Behind her, Calcine licked her spoon clean in an unnecessarily showy way, black tongue curling around the metal as she gave Sparky a smug look.
"Going to move in with your mother in Motostoke, now I don't have to look after my little Larvesta! You're free to come and go as you please."
Brandy opened her mouth to thank her mother, but not wanting to be outdone by Calcine, Sparky chose that moment to bite down.
Talk got a little tricky after that.
--
Sparky had her head stuck under the sink faucet, all four blue eyes a watery mess as she tried to cry out the mouthful she'd just had. Calcine held back her hair as Brandy commiserated with her, rubbing circles on her back.
"You should have said it was too hot," Brandy said. "You don't have to like it just because I do."
Sparky groaned, turning up the cold stream on her tongue until it splashed all over the bathroom.
"I'm surprised she isn't coughing up fireballs," Calcine said. "She's hotter to the touch than I am."
"I liked it," Sparky said, voice garbled by the water. "Just got me by surprise."
"Really, it's fine." Brandy wrapped her arms around Sparky's stomach and gave her a comforting squeeze. "It's cute you can't handle spicy food."
"We should have expected it, really. Bugs have a weakness to Fire."
"Fuck you both. Eat my ass." Sparky coughed as water shot down the wrong hole, shaking in Calcine's grip.
"You sure?" Calcine said, "My tongue's pretty spicy right now. It'd just make it worse."
Sparky flicked a hand at Calcine, and yellow tufts of her fur flew off her arm, forming little four-legged bugs that raced under Calcine's shirt and began biting away. Calcine smacked at her shirt as she tried to shake them free, but they bounced right back after each smack, an excited chitter as they savaged her with little pecking bites. The Rock Pokémon dropped to the floor, gasping as she tried to stop herself from breaking into a fit of ticklish giggles.
"Infestation!" Brandy gasped. "That's your third move. Oh, that's so weird."
"You're weird. She's weird. Dating a pair of weirdos," Sparky griped, rinsing her mouth with more water. "With poor taste in food."
Brandy laughed. Far as she was concerned, they both deserved this after all their teasing. "Still want to fuck me tonight?"
"I want to die," Sparky mumbled, "Then after I've done that ... yeah."
"Well, I wasn't planning to become a Ghost Trainer, but I'll see what I can do."
Chapter 12: Counting Sheep
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Sparky was still licking the back of her hand to get the taste out of her mouth as the trio came down to say their goodbyes to Scoria. It'd only ever been a brief visit. Brandy didn't want her mom's first impression of her Partners to be that one of them was as sick as a dog from her food and the other had some kind of sudden onset of itching disease. Bundling everyone out to let things cool off seemed wise, though knowing her luck, they'd only return worse for wear. The ill mood between the two wasn't helping much either, especially as Sparky couldn't let it sit.
"You won't fit in her shirts anymore when she does Inherit," Sparky said to Calcine as she gulped in the outside air. It was helping.
Calcine was still itching her stone skin and trying to ignore Sparky. Brandy didn't know if Calcine could get welts, but Sparky's Infestation had been surprisingly effective at disabling her. It would have been handy in the fight to capture them, but Calcine was still simmering with enough anger at Sparky to cover for both of them. No need to pile on.
"Maybe we could try to squeeze her into the ones you're stealing, though. That'd be fun to see, right?" Sparky bounded around Calcine, grabbing her stomach and raising her hands to lift Calcine's chest. The buttons on Calcine's stolen shirt strain as they're pressed tight.
Calcine tries to ignore her, head tilted up and away. Though Brandy could see the curl of a smile on her lips, she probably wouldn't be able to stay miserable for much longer. The bites hadn't stoked her fire enough to remain angry for long, especially when she had been a little responsible for Sparky's suffering in the first place. It was a stark contrast to Sparky, who seemed unable to go a minute without trying to get some kind of reaction out of people and only calmed down when someone wore her out. That they got along at all was a miracle. Perhaps Sparky found Calcine a challenge, and Calcine enjoyed the attention she probably wasn't used to getting.
Brandy huffed. She'd been thinking about fighting when she set out to capture her first two Pokémon. Managing personalities or compatibility hadn't even crossed her mind. It made sense now why so many Trainers went Ace and only got Pokémon of a particular type. Easier for them to all get along when they're on the same wavelength. Dragon Ace's probably got bullied even worse than she did, but at least all their Pokémon were in on it!
Calcine turned her head around, looking over at Brandy. Sparky's hair was just visible over her shoulder as she tried to clamber up Calcine's side. "So, what is the plan for the day?" She asked innocently.
"Gym!" Brandy said quickly, pointing to the giant doughnut-shaped structure that dominated the town. The design was pretty darn ugly, and someone at some point had thought that if it looked like a donut, it should also have sprinkle patterns. A testament to why Architects shouldn't do work while hungry.
"And what is your plan once we get there?"
"Go in and win?" Brandy hesitantly admitted, already regretting how bad a plan that sounded.
Calcine's eyes narrowed.
"Well, it's worked so far?"
"Gawd, she sucks at this," Sparky called, finally getting a good hold of Calcine's arm and holding onto it like a limpet while she walked. "Can't believe you fell for this girl."
"She thinks quickly on her feet and can plan ahead when she wants to. You never know what to expect."
"Which is why I like her! But you're too stuffy to care about that." Sparky said, mischievous eyes bright as she peeked over Calcine's shoulder. "Don't you want some all calm and sleepy like yourself?"
"I know what you're trying to do, and Brandy already thinks you're trouble for attacking me in her home. Brandy's only not mad about it because she got to see your last hidden move."
"That wasn't all my fault, spoon-licker! You earned those bites, don't act all innocent."
"Spoon licker?" Calcine said, sounding genuinely confused, "I don't know what you mean. You attacked me for no reason."
Sparky gasped, poking Calcine's cheek as she stared at Brandy. "A liar too! Look at this lying mouth!"
"I don't think Calcine would lie," Brandy also lied. "You need to behave better."
"This is so unfair!"
Brandy tried to keep a straight face at the reaction, but even Calcine was chuckling by the time they got to the Gym.
--
Brandy graciously opened the door to the Gym when they all got there, waving her Partners through before stepping inside. Two women were waiting for them inside, just casually chatting with each other. One of them was wearing a green jumpsuit with a leaf symbol as a chest badge, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. The other woman was in a white lab coat, a clipboard hugged her chest, and her blonde hair rolled past her shoulders. Both were staring at the group curiously, probably because Sparky looked absolutely ridiculous as an arm ornament.
The woman with the clipboard lifted it out, writing something down as the green jumpsuit gave them a friendly smile and opened with a deluge of words.
"Hi there, welcome to the Gym. My name is Chantal. I'm one of the trainers here. Are you here for a badge? You'll have to bring two Pokémon for it, but we always love seeing fresh faces, and if you're just starting out, then our beginner's course will be perfect for you."
Brandy glanced at her, eyebrows raised as she let the messy introduction wash over.
"I know? I've been living here for years, Chantal! You're in my mom's book club."
Chantal laughed, flicking her ponytail. "She never actually reads those books, and that doesn't matter! You're a Trainer now, Brandy Joyce, so I will treat you like one. A completely fresh start."
"Oh! How do you know her name then?" Sparky said, "Are you Psychic?"
Calcine raises her arm with Sparky on it, the Joltik squealing excitedly as Calcine turns her around and points her away from the conversation.
"We are actually here to try for a Badge," Calcine says, "If you're still set on it, Brandy? The Beginner course sounds like it'd be something you should do before jumping in the deep end."
"We need the money from it! I didn't want to beg my parents for starter funds, and I wanted to do it like the stories. All my own sweat." Brandy smiled. "And I'm thriving in the deep end so far."
"Maybe I do need someone calmer," Calcine said, giving Brandy's arm a friendly punch. "I trust you to not make fools of us then, and Sparky's doing that fine all by herself."
"You both love me. I grow on people," Sparky said as she clambered down from Calcine. "Like a kind of sexy moss."
The clipboard lady jotted something down, which made Brandy nervous right away. If this was a test, she was pretty sure 'Sexy Moss' wasn't on any answer sheet. Best to move things along before they kicked her out, before she'd even begun.
"I'd like to try for the Badge," Brandy said. "I know you said I needed two Pokémon to do it, but not why?"
"That's right," Chantel said. "Since this is your first time, Willow, could you explain the rules?"
Willow tapped her clipboard as she looked at Brandy down her nose. "Brandy Joyce, do you know Maple Walsh?"
"Uh." Brandy really hadn't expected that her mind tumbling over itself as she tried to find an answer. "We saw her earlier today? She had a run-in with a really strong local Rapidash."
"Did she seem well?" Willow says, grip tightening on the clipboard.
"She seemed like she had way too much fun, maybe a lot for her to take in all at once?"
"Oh yeah, a lot to take in," Sparky nodded. "Intimidatingly large amounts,"
"No jokes, please. Maple is my daughter, and she's been distraught," Willow says, each word like a heavy slap to Sparky, who shies behind Brandy.
"Ah! Well, we were told Trainers usually lose a few times before they capture their first Pokémon. She shouldn't be?" Brandy gave Willow a nervous smile. "She likes to do well at things. I guess she got her confidence knocked some,"
Willow tapped her pen on her clipboard, a steady staccato beat as she stared Brandy down. It made her feel even more nervous, fidgeting her feet as her Pokémon stood behind her, thankfully quiet for her in the tense moment.
"I'm sorry, this is unprofessional and can wait until after you're done," Willow says, looking down at her clipboard again. Her shoulders untensed slightly, and Brandy felt Calcine pat her side. Good work? A warning? Well, they'd find out later, she supposed.
"Welcome to Turrfield Gym and your first Badge Trials. Gaining Badges is an important step for any Trainer, as each will teach you valuable lessons about forming strong bonds." Willow had shifted to a more practiced speech, stilted but no longer dripping with intensity. "With time, you may form bonds with the strongest Pokémon and help further enrich their lives and our fair Island. "
"Well, she's already done that, but I'm sure we can find others," Sparky said.
"She also caught a Joltik, too," Calcine nodded.
Thankfully, Willow was professional enough to ignore a slap fight, plowing on with the speech.
"Your Badge Trial will begin when you step through the sliding doors behind us. We'd ask if you do not share what happens with those who have not yet completed the tasks. Leaking information will come with penalties, be it the removal of earned Badges or refusal at other Gyms. Do you agree to this?"
"Yes," Brandy said, "Not a word"
"Good, then you will face one trial, and if you pass that, a battle with the Gym Leader. Every Gym's rules are different, so we can challenge each Trainer differently. Turrfield requires you to pick two Pokémon before entering, and no more will be allowed."
Brandy waved back to Calcine, who had Sparky stuck in a headlock. She waves.
"Are you sure?" Chantel says, giving Brandy a chance to maybe rethink this.
"Absolutely! I trust them, you'll see."
"Then I can tell you that the challenges you face will test your ability to manage multiple partners. Keep this in mind, and you will hopefully find success. For your trial, simply pass through the room behind us. Once beyond, the second part will be explained to you."
"Right! Go through a room that seems suspiciously easy?"
Willow smiled. "Quite so. Good luck, and do come to speak with me after, please. Once you've had a rest."
Chantel was already by the door, a hand over the opening button and looking expectant.
"You two ready?" Brandy said, looking back at the pair that had been fighting since they'd left home.
"Absolutely. Trainers with badges are hot," Sparky said, squirming in Calcine's grip and slipping free. "Get enough, and I bet even Calcine here would be smoldering."
"It shows competence, which I do like," Calcine said, rubbing her hand off on her stolen shirt. "And I hate losing, so let's give it our all."
Can't get a better response than that. With some nervous smiles, Brandy sidles past Willow and up to the door, her two Partners coming to flank her. Chantel hits the button, the doors slide open with a hiss, and the group steps through. Beyond it was something that made a mockery of the word "Room." It must have taken up a good quarter of the whole Gym, an absolutely colossal field walled in with a glass roof. Puffy white clouds dotted the grass, far more than Brandy wanted to count right away.
On the lookout for danger, Brandy took a hesitant step forward.
"It can't be as easy as crossing, right?" she whispered. "There's a trick?"
Sparky shrugged. "Looks like a field to me, with a load of weird rocks."
A bell tolled from speakers mounted to the walls surrounding the far edges of the great field. Brandy knew it well. The Motostoke bell tolling was often played before the News to sound out the hours. It was loud, making her ears ring as the sound of it rippled across the field.
One of the clouds stretched, a dark-skinned face peeking out of the white fluff. Golden eyes and long white braided hair that blended in with the woolen cloak, Brandy kicked herself. Of course, they weren't clouds. They were the local Wooloos!
"Those soft creatures are basically zero threat to anyone," Calcine said, "But they're wonderful cooks. It's a shame they don't come down to the mines more."
"Oh," the sleepy Wooloo said, setting her eyes on the three who'd entered. "Oh, wake up, everyone! We got a fresh one."
More clouds uncurled. Brandy hadn't thought to count them, but now she was doing it hastily. There had to be at least thirty, maybe more?
One Wooloo wasn't a problem. But this was a whole swarm, and they looked very excited.
"Wow, who knew adding a lot of zeros together got you a big number," Sparky laughed. "Poor Brandy. They're going to tear you apart."
Brandy's blood froze as she saw what Sparky meant. They weren't staring at the group. They were staring at Brandy. All of them. With a hunger in their eyes.
Oh. Oh shit.
Chapter 13: By the Horns
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Once Brandy had attended a wedding for a family friend, and they'd graciously put a fancy buffet on after it. She'd witnessed firsthand what happened when you laid out trays of free food near a bunch of ravenously hungry Pokémon. While they didn't actually need to eat, they'd gone through that buffet like a chainsaw through butter. It was horrifying and also, weirdly, a little bit hot.
She'd never really thought about why she found it hot. But she'd never thought about how the buffet itself must have felt. Now she wouldn't need to because as the Wooloo ran and rolled across the grass towards her, she knew precisely what it felt like. They were all hungry for a piece of her.
It was pretty fucking hot.
Luckily, being turned on didn't stop Brandy from committing to a fight at the same time. She'd never have gotten this far if it did, so she sprang into action.
"Sparky, web up their approach! Calcine up front and get ready." Brandy said as she ducked behind the Rock Pokémon. A little taller than Calcine, she couldn't exactly hide, so she spent the moments before the wave washed over them trying to fish Pokédex out of her bag.
Electrified webs slung across the grass, but the rolling fields didn't give good anchor points for proper trip wires. Sparky improvised. The first few Wooloo who stepped on the webs came away with them stuck to their feet, the web flailing behind them and catching on others.
The Joltik targeted those webs, connecting the Wooloo tethers to more of the advancing fluffy women. It caused a lot of stumbling and excited squeals as they got shocked and bumped into each other. However, the Wooloo behind them rolled right over their friends, the downed and still running, laughing as little tufts of fur sprayed up in the air.
One got ahead of the pack; golden eyes fixed on Brandy and a big smile on her face just as Brandy got her Pokédex out of the holder. No time for a snap, and she pointed a finger over Calcine's shoulder at the advancing Pokémon.
"Spin her! Sparky, get in there and keep blobbing them up."
Calcine caught the Wooloo as it pounced through the air at Brandy, grabbing an arm and a leg. Feet grinding into the dirt, Calcine span on the spot, the light Wooloo giggling as they twirled her. Her fingertips brush Brandy's face as she's whirled in a circle, body outstretched like an airplane as she cackles.
"Aha hahaha! We'll take good care of you! Just let it happen!" she squeals, voice wavering in volume as she's whirled right past Brandy's face. Her braided white hair whips behind her, and the air gets full with little clumps of shaken loose wool to form soft snow.
Sparky is making good on her orders, though, the short Pokémon disappearing from Brandy's view as she dives into the oncoming Wooloos. Brandy only caught flashes of her through the gaps. Sparky was grabbing her webbing, twanging it in her hands as she steered it to trip the Wooloo, who'd had further to go. She caught a few in the back as they charged past her, whipping them off their feet.
The Wooloo had a distinct look, with golden eyes and long white hair in beautiful braids. Their puffy white woolen cloaks were big enough to wrap up in, and they didn't seem to feel a thing through them, using them like protective shields as they rolled across the Prarie.
Sparky was lucky that they weren't particularly tall or fit, though. They had a strong Girl Next Door vibe if you took away the distinct colors and fancy hair. Unremarkable bodies with remarkable features. It let even the short Sparky wrestle them down to the ground quickly.
The webbing would have worked if they were only a little less friendly, but the Wooloo tied to each stopped to butt heads together affectionately. It seemed this was all it took for them to understand they'd need to work together to run with their bindings, and they were naturally forming little units to keep moving.
The shocks from the webbing were hindering them a little, but their thick woolen coats seemed to be the perfect insulators, and there was nothing to snag them to but the ground. Those tethered this way would let the web run out to its full length; then they'd all turn and grab the taught webbing to break it, working together in a tug-of-war with Sparky's webbing. Electricity crackled over their hands, grounding into their wool, making them giggle until the webbing snapped free.
Slowing them down wasn't ideal, but it was good enough. Brandy whipped her hand out to point at the blobs. "Bowl her! Go for a strike!"
Calcine swung the squealing Wooloo she was spinning down low to the ground and then let go of her limbs. Calcine sent her sprawling into a roll as momentum carried her back across the field. Her plush woolen coat gave her an unexpected bounce as she rolled up into it, speeding back toward her friends. With a crash, she smashes right into a group, trying to break their webbing, and drags the entire group along with her. Limbs flail as the sticky webbing acts like an adhesive, gathering every Wooloo they strike into an expanding ball.
More and more were dragged into the snarl until so many were stuck; the crowd was noticeably thinner. A few of the Wooloo who'd avoided the ball stopped to try to free their dizzy friends. The Wooloo committed only a handful to the charge of Calcine and her Trainer.
Calcine holds a hand back for Brandy, and she quickly slaps it with her palm. "Great shot! We can clean up the rest. Wow, that could have gone bad."
"AAAAAAAA" came an arcing scream, voice worrying familiar.
Sparky came flying out of the Wooloo group, webs trailing behind her like she was a loose kite. She landed on her feet thanks to her Agility, grass spraying into the air as she skidded to a stop.
"They span me! What's going on?" Sparky said, wobbling in her crouch like her balance was about to give out at any moment.
"I'll check!" Brandy raised her Pokédex and snapped the closest Wooloo, a bit of electric webbing stuck in her hair that had snarled into a cute, crackling bow.
ping*
"Nicki" the Wooloo
Height: 5' 5"
Type: Normal
Victories: 8
Moves Discovered:
Copycat
Cotton Guard
Tackle
These soft-hearted Pokémon are eager to please whoever they are fondest of at the moment. Wooloo will often form a flock that all fuss over each other.
click*
Brandy reads quickly. Eight victories were a lot for a Wooloo, but it was a Gym Wooloo. They got into way more fights than most, and the move list concerned her far more.
"Copycat!" Brandy says in a panicked rush, "Head's up. They're going to use your moves against us."
"The game's up early, my girls!" comes a cry from behind the giant Wooloo ball, a far deeper voice than the giggly Wooloo's. "Let her have it!"
A few Wooloo slip out of the ball, slippery from Sparky's Agility. Brandy knew Copycat had limitations, and they could only use the last move that hit them. So many of them would remain stuck by Sparky's webs.
The webs that Sparky had been using liberally to tie them all together. Which meant it had hit nearly all of them last. Ah, fuck.
"Incinerate! Quick Calcine!" Brandy cries as the Wooloo launch streams of crackling web shot, a tangled net that catches the air and begins to drift down on them.
"Can't, not hot enough," Calcine said, pressing her hard body against Brandy's. "Hug tight. I'll try to take it for you."
The massive web drifted down, and Calcine crossed her hands about her head to hold it aloft. No good, there was so much of it she couldn't stop some tendrils wrapping around her body and sticking to Brandy's hair and side. The pair were getting melded together, Brandy slipping her hands around Calcine before they got bound to her side. Sparky tried to dive in to rip the webs off, but one of the Wooloos pounced on her, the fast Tackle knocking her bouncing back towards the entrance wall with a surprised scream.
Nothing to stop them now. The Wooloos piled on in. Calcine shrugged her shoulders to knock them away, but her binding robbed her blow of strength, and the Wooloo quickly swarmed the pair. Brandy felts soft hands running over her, trying to pull her off Calcine, but thankfully she had her in a hug and held fast. The Wooloo rained kisses down on her neck when it became clear she was gripped tight, nibbling at the webs on her side, teeth teasing her skin.
Giggles rose unbidden from Brandy's throat as the soft wool tickled her side and more and more women piled on. They couldn't get her front free of Calcine, so they kept tugging at her, squeezing her thighs, and trying to slip hands around Brandy's breasts for purchase. Such a fierce struggle over her wasn't exactly unpleasant. Their grips weren't firm, and their fingers and wool were wonderfully soft. The press of their fingers sent some delightful sparks racing up and down Brandy's spine. Trapped in a marshmallow pile, the Wooloo may have been weak, but with no purchase for their prey to free themselves, it may as well have been steel.
The weight of the press bowled Calcine over, eventually. The Rock girl wasn't as heavy as she was tough, and it was only a matter of time without the freedom to move. Brandy knew a spin could break her free, as before, but then she'd just be thrown clear of the only thing stopping them from rolling her onto her back. They'd cleared what their hands could reach, and now the Wooloos were working together to weaken the webbing glue with saliva. Six or seven messily rolled long licks over Brandy's skin while the rest pawed at her. It wasn't unpleasant, fuck it was incredible, but Brandy knew if she let herself drift off and enjoy this, she wouldn't come back until it was over.
As much as she wanted to give in and let everyone enjoy themselves, she had a gym badge to win. The Pokédex had said they listened to the strongest, so she needed to be strong.
"Stop!" Brandy cried, putting firmness into her voice as she tried to smash the command through their horny fumbling. "Listen to me. Back off!"
A deep chuckle rolled over the sound of the lapping tongues. A spine-tingling throaty laugh that screamed of maturity and confidence.
"It will not be that easy, sweetheart."
Brandy felt a hand run through her hair, tighten and pull her head back, some of the web glue coming unstuck just enough so she could look into the eyes of the Pokémon, who'd got a grip on it.
Unlike all the Wooloo, this lady had golden freckles dotting her face and thick arms that'd give Calcine's muscles a good run for their money. Puffy grey hair spilled down her shoulders into a great tangled mass over a chest that was outright intimidatingly massive. She could even shame her Poké-mom, which was not an easy feat. She looked older than the youthful Wooloo, too, face sharper and golden eyes more piercing. The small horned nubs of the Wooloo grew into two massive horns that curled right back along her head.
"You showed my girls some fun, but they know to listen to their betters." She leaned in, licking her lips. "You'll learn to do the same."
Heart fluttering, Brandy gave the Pokémon an awkward smile.
"Hah," she said nervously, "you're acting like their mom."
"That's not how it works, dear." she laughed, then pressed her lips to Brandy's ear and whispered. "But you can call me Mommy if you want~."
Brandy nearly bit her tongue off as her eyes popped open in shock. She thought she was handling things, but she couldn't take this! She was about to get fucked.
Worse yet, she was pretty sure she was into it.
Chapter 14: Three Parts of a Whole
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To put it lightly, the trial wasn't going well. Crossing a room had turned into a Wooloo pile-on and the only thing stopping her from being savaged was her slowly weakening grip on Calcine. A small army of Wooloo girls had fired webs at them as they copied Sparky's ability. The leftover glue of that binding was the only thing keeping Brandy and Calcine together. Now the girls were bathing Brandy with their tongues, enthusiastically working at freeing her back up for their golden-freckled leader. Something that wasn't helping Brandy think straight one bit.
"You need a plan quick," Calcine says, giving the sweating Brandy a tap with her hand. Calcine had to show who she was talking to because she couldn't move. Leaning forward, Calcine tapped to head to the lady with the great grey mane of hair, her rocky skin tapping off one of those two massive horns. "You need to back off."
"Oh, my! Very loyal. Don't worry dear, I'm more than willing to share," the horned lady says. "If we're all going to enjoy ourselves, how about names? Your poor Trainer there just blushed as red as an Oricorio, so I suppose I can settle for being called Valerie."
She dragged her fingers along Brandy's neck, black polished nails prickling her skin until she could curl a finger under Brandy's chin and tease at it with gentle strokes.
"My girls and I are excited to take care of you. I promise you won't regret a moment of it. They're keen to please." Valerie rubbed the head of one of the Wooloo licking away at Brandy. The Wooloo nuzzled fondly back into her hand, adorably cute in how earnestly they enjoyed the gesture.
Heat burning in Brandy's cheeks, her mind was tripping over itself trying to think here. The lapping tongues of the Wooloo slid over her skin and teased her mind with ripples of warm pleasure. It wasn't a situation she'd ever fantasized about, but she was enjoying it a great deal. Valerie's steel wall of confidence was also exhilarating to be the focus of. She wanted to take charge, and Brandy was warming to the idea. It'd be so easy to let herself be peeled off Calcine and give herself up to a small army of cute women all pumped to have her way with her. All overseen by someone Brandy clearly had the hots for. She could drown in Valerie's massive chest while they took turns! Bliss!
Brandy looked at the door across the field. It might as well have been on a different Continent for all the chance she'd have to reach it. Badly outnumbered and quickly losing resolve, even Calcine seemed to get a little softer under her grip, clearly not as unaffected by Valerie's charms as she was fronting. They had tackled Sparky right across the hall and she was...
Where was she, anyway? Shouldn't she have come back to help by now? Brandy craned her head to spot her other Partner, but in her fixed position, she'd have had to twist her head right around to have a chance.
What had Willow said? This was a test to manage multiple partners. If she didn't face it with that in mind, she'd lose for sure. So start with the one at hand.
Calcine was a Rock and steadfast by her side. In the short time they'd been together, Brandy hadn't seen her bear her heart, but she knew it beat in there. She'd trusted Brandy to be sharp enough to keep up with her. Right now Calcine was her shield, keeping her safe, putting her body on the line to act as a bulwark against impossible odds. Very Rock type of her, but with that fiery Calcine edge of pride buried away, only drawn out the greater the challenge rose. She could use that fire right now.
"Don't need to be pleased," Brandy says, staring up at golden eyes. She pressed her grip on Calcine tighter, rubbing her head against Calcine's hard back. "Calcine can slam me harder than you ever could, and she's near inexhaustible. You can't compete with that."
Valerie shook her head, amusement playing all over her face. "I can hammer with the best of them, but that's not what sex should be about. We'll attend to your needs, won't we, girls?"
A chorus of excited confirmations came from the Wooloo surrounding Brandy, stopping their licking to smother Brandy in kisses. She can't help but groan, rolling her body up against Calcine's. Fingers traced the Rock Pokémon's abs as she tried to press the feelings out from her mind and deep into her partner, trying to draw on strength from her steadfast rigidity.
"You don't know what Brandy wants," Calcine says, orange eyes locked on Valerie's, her words curling with embers of passion. "Sex, yes, but she wants to win this. She's got determination far beyond most, and I will not let you break her."
Brandy bit her bottom lip. Calcine was going to make her heart melt!
With a finger on her lip, Valerie thought of a response. Brandy doubted either of them would hold up to the affections of dozens of cute women for long, but until they broke Brandy free, every moment of delay counted. Valerie seemed to want to win the verbal sparring fair and square. That was a precious moment bought for both of them. But even with Valerie's focus fully on them, if Brandy made some space, it wouldn't be enough. They'd quickly be swarmed again.
Brandy had to rely on her other partner, and that was frightening.
Sparky had been trouble ever since she'd dropped into Brandy's lap, but that was part of the charm. She had more energy than sense and loved to cause trouble, but when it came to fighting, she'd throw herself in just as hard for Brandy. Sparky was all about action and reaction. Brandy didn't think she could cope with a lazy day without making it exciting. So while she was out of sight currently, Brandy doubted she was done with the fight. Sparky was drawn to chaos and thrived in it, so it was up to Brandy and Calcine to give her the tools she needed.
With an excited cry, a pair of Wooloos peeled her left arm free of Calcine, running their mouths along her arm to clean it up with enthusiastic kisses and nuzzles of their delightfully soft woolen cloaks. They really were cute. Brandy could see the appeal for women. Their sheer eagerness to make Brandy smile was a little infectious.
Valerie is quick to step in and take over, taking Brandy's hand in her own and lacing fingers together. Squeezing on Brandy's palm as she plays with the arm, teasing it back and fore with her strength.
"I can see why you two get along so well. Both wonderfully fit." Valerie says, "I bet you know how to use those firm hands. Don't you want a little fun?"
Brandy could feel Calcine softening against her skin, the warmth bleeding through. If she wanted to call forth the fire, she'd need to stoke the flames more. Maybe she could play into this.
Brandy pressed her hand forward, taking Valerie's with her with an amused coo. She planted both on Valerie's massive Pokémon chest. She kept meeting women like this. It was going to give her a complex! But when you're dealt nothing but bad hands in the chest department, you can at least try to enjoy losing the game.
Arceus above they felt good! No wonder Sparky and Calcine kept going on about her inheriting.
"There we go!" Valerie says, smiling as she squeezes in to get closer to Brandy.
It ends up with Calcine awkwardly sandwiched between both, pressed by Brandy from behind and the rolling hills of Valerie around the front as she tries to get at the Trainer. Calcine's eyes narrow at being ignored, but all she can see of Brandy right now is her hand pawing at Valerie's curves, fingers dimpling deep into tanned skin. The heat rises from Calcine against Brandy's cheek, so Brandy massages her fingers in deeper, and as the licking Wooloo freed her, she completes her pincer movement. She slips a hand under Calcine's stolen shirt and raises it up in bunches until she can get at Calcine's chest too, mirroring her work on Valerie. Kissing along Calcine's shoulder blades with soft little murmurs, the Rock is hopelessly stuck between a Trainer and a soft place.
"She's warm too," Valerie says, rubbing up against Calcine. "I didn't know Rock's could be so fun. We can share you know? I'd love to swap positions, and press her between us both. Wouldn't you?"
Brandy had to keep the victorious excitement out of her eyes. Valerie was accidentally helping! Calcine can't help but think of the image and Brandy's Rock actually squirms as her imagination runs wild. Brandy can hear the drumbeat of Calcine's heart through her back, a building tempo that gives away just how enthused she was getting at the idea. It was time to give it a shot before Calcine switched sides and joined Valerie in making a Brandy sandwich.
"Calcine" Brandy whispered, "Incinerate"
Valerie howled as Calcine's eyes flickered a bright orange and a curl of steam came out of her mouth. Fingertips lit up, burning heat melted right through the webbing and soaked deep into Valerie's skin and Calcine grabbed her and took her to the ground with a thunderous slam. The horned temptress gasped as heat flowed straight from Calcine's fingertips into her skin, heating her up and making her pant. They left behind Brandy, sticky glue dripping off her as it melted away in the heated air.
Still, an entire pack of Wooloo to contend with, who took their kisses and licks to Brandy's front with enthusiasm. Slowly being buried under a pile of soft and cuddly women, Brandy got another order out through a throat, already frogging up with the desire to turn words into pleasured groans.
"Sparky! Infestation!"
Like an avenging angel, Sparky lept out of the grass at the pile-on, hands lashing out at hundreds of tiny yellow bugs that landed on the Wooloo's protective fur and burrowed right in. They tightened their grips on Brandy, unsure of what to do, and then they rubbed against her hard. Mewling and moaning as the infestation sunk in and began nibbling at their skin, pin-prick bites that inflamed the senses and left them twitching.
Sparky dragged Brandy out of the pile by her arms, the Wooloo so focused on their own itches they didn't even notice their scratching post was getting away.
"You're the best," Brandy says, smiling up at the Joltik
"Yeah, duh! Now get your ass up and run!"
The door was a long way to go, but they had a moment to make some distance, and Brandy didn't waste it. Calcine giving her a smoky look as she held Valerie down on the ground, arms pinned as the overconfident Pokémon panted with heat. The thick grey woolen coat she had on may save her from direct attacks, but heat? The heat was making her sweat buckets already and Calcine was merciless in keeping it building, flecks of embers crackling off her jet-black skin as she poured her power into her opponent.
Messy, but they'd gotten away with it!
"Copycat!" Valerie groaned. "Don't let our guests get away unsatisfied!"
Brandy ran harder. She didn't want to get bitten by a swarm of tiny Wooloos. The big ones had already savaged her enough!
"You owe me double tonight!" Sparky groaned as she gave Brandy a slap on the rear. Brandy turned to see Sparky turn back to face the Wooloos with arms out-raised and with a blur of speed, she jumped into the approaching stream of puffy white bugs, practically cotton balls with tiny legs. Web's trailing behind her, Sparky whirled towards them, acting as spinning flypaper to soak up the attack and getting absolutely swarmed in a deluge of biting cotton balls, going down in a fit of giggles.
Brandy honored the sacrifice and kept going, long legs finally paying off for more than just attracting approving Pokémon glances. A few Wooloo rolled after her as she thundered across the field. The first to reach her pounces and grabs around Brandy's shoulders, but Brandy wears the woman like a cape and presses on. Ignoring the soft kisses she was being smothered in, Brandy drags the Wooloo over the door's threshold and out the field.
Safe! Relief floods her as she hears a buzzer that hopefully signifies the end of the test.
She turns to the Wooloo kissing her neck and sweeps her off her feet, diving in to plant a victory kiss on the shocked woman. Brandy felt mighty proud of herself when the poor Wooloo all but melts under the sudden display of confidence, eyes wide as she sinks into the kiss and then sliding down Brandy's body all weak at the knees, hugging her legs and kissing her thighs while she's down there, looking pleased as anything with herself.
They really were soft-hearted when alone! Cute!
Chapter 15: In the Thicket
Notes:
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Chapter Text
The room beyond the Prairie challenge was only a simply furnished waiting room. A sofa, a small table with some water and towels laid out on it, and a binding-ball shaped door to go on further, with a green mushroom press button beside it. Brandy was sitting on the sofa, running her fingers through the Wooloo's coat, when Sparky and Calcine eventually followed her into the next room.
Sparky was still itching, a few puffy white cotton balls stuck over her skin and making her twitch as she poked at them and tried to tug them off. Calcine seemed perfectly fine by comparison, a little muddied up from her tumble with Valerie, but nothing worse than that.
"We did it!" Brandy said, looking up from the Wooloo, who had rolled into a ball in her lap. "That was so close. You were both great."
"Couldn't let you lose," Sparky said, picking at a cotton ball stuck to her arm. She yelps as she pulls it free, flicking it away from her. It fades into a little puff of white smoke as it tumbles off.
"Come here," Calcine said, raising her hand out. Sparky looks at her suspiciously, and Calcine shakes her head, stepping over instead. She ran a finger along Sparky's body, making the shorter Pokémon flinch as she barked out quick breaths.
"Hot, hot! Careful!" Sparky hissed, but Calcine only continued. Her finger caused the Wooloo Infestation bugs to pop off the skin and flee the heat, puffing away into smoke as she stroked Sparky up and down.
"Mmm, okay, her hands are really nice when they're like this," Sparky said after warming up to the strange finger massage. "You should have her do this later. This is actually really good."
"Thanks for throwing yourself in there for me," Brandy said, dragging herself along the ground to get her legs out from under the Wooloo, who'd dozed off in her lap. "I really owe you. That was all kinds of heroic!"
"She may be a pest, but she's our pest," Calcine said as she ran her hands over Sparky's legs. Thorough in her removal of the nippy power-manifested insects. "It's nice to see even a Bug can be loyal."
"So judgemental!" Sparky laughs, leaning her thighs to bop against Calcine's head. Those thick thighs are enough to tip Calcine over from her squat down to her knees, and she groans as she feels the weight of Sparky jumping on her back. Using her like a seat, legs kicking in the air. "You'd both be toast without me! You beat my webs once, but I just proved they're the best. Which means I am the best!"
She beat her chest proudly, Brandy failing to hold back a smile at her antics.
"Both are the best, really! I think we can win this if we really try." Brandy says, bounding over to grab Sparky into a big hug.
"You're both very trying," Calcine rumbled from her kneeling position. "Get off!"
Brandy laughs as she drags Sparky off, fussing with her messy hair as the Joltik tries to sneak some quick kisses. All four blue eyes blink rapidly as she enjoys getting some affection after the savaging.
"You were great too, Calcine. If I hadn't held hold on to you, Valerie would have gotten me."
"Yes, well, tricking her into pressing on me was very clever. Really warmed me up that."
"Yeah, tricks!" Sparky said, "Totally not Brandy getting all horny and lucking out again."
She got a bite on the neck for that, which Sparky enjoyed far too much, judging from her squeal.
"I was thinking fast," Brandy said, mouth half full of cheeky Joltik neck. "I hadn't expected that! It worked out well, didn't it?"
"You have a Meowth's luck. There's no denying it," Calcine said, grabbing a towel and wetting it before working it over her skin to clear it of the mud. "But I don't think scraping to victory every time is the best method."
"I know, I know! But if my plans going to work, we need some early wins. Swear we can kick back once we get the Badge. Take you out for meals, get you some new things."
"Hand in Lapidary's name?"
"That too, of course, of course! I haven't forgotten," Brandy said, bashfully rubbing an arm. "And help Maple's mom too, all that. Then a meal on me."
"And then bed!" Sparky giggled. "You best hope you walk this next battle because if you owe me triple, I will break your hips when you get home."
"My mom's at home still! Don't go crazy," Brandy blushed, burying her face in Sparky's fur.
"Best buy her some earmuffs then."
"Don't worry, Brandy," Calcine said. "She's a bundle of energy, but if you use what you learned from me, she won't last five minutes."
"You don't know how much noise I can make in five minutes!"
Maybe those earmuffs weren't a terrible idea.
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Once Sparky had been soothed with kisses enough to let Brandy go, the group finished cleaning up and went on through the next door. They didn't even get to step into the room before a blast of smelling air hit their senses like a hammer. It was all flowers. From wall to wall, they blanketed the ground in a dazzling array of colors, vines climbing up the walls adorned with roses and other more exotic blooms.
It was absolutely gorgeous.
"You don't have hay fever, right Brandy? Or you're going to die in here."
Sparky yelped as Calcine punched her arm.
"Ruining the moment," Calcine said as an explanation. "It looks calm. Another ambush?"
"It should be the Gym Leader here. Is she hiding? I'd expect this more from a Poison gym. Aren't Grass all about sticking together?"
"Kinda," Sparky said, kneeling to snag a yellow flower from the ground and thread it into Brandy's spiky red hair. "They like people they share interests with, and I guess Grass nerds are getting excited about flowers from this room."
The trio walks a trail through the flowers. It's a pleasant stroll, the soft petals against their skin and the sweet smell in the air, making Brandy think of dreamy spring trips where she'd watch the Pokémon on river banks. She was too young to know why she liked them back then, but it'd always relaxed her to see them going about their days while lying in the grass. At least until Fenny inevitably found her and got her to come inside and wash her grass-stained clothes.
They were on edge enough not to be surprised when a figure rose right up from the ground, petals swirling around her. A tall, willowy woman with long flowing green hair in a gorgeous flower petal patterned dress that'd made an excellent natural camouflage.
"Woah," Sparky gasped after the three had stared at her for a moment. "Someone flatter than Brandy, incredible."
The green-haired woman laughs, a pleasantly bouncy sound as she brushes a few loose petals off her dress.
"Goodness, that's quite the introduction. Is everything okay?" she said.
"Fine! Do you want to trade a Joltik Lea? This one's got a smart mouth," Brandy huffs, arms folded over her chest.
"After the display next door? No, I think she's doing well where she is. I'm the Gym Leader of Turrfield, as you well know, Brandy. For the rest of you, please call me Lea!"
"Lea. A large field covered with grass. Very apt." Calcine said.
"Oh! That's impressive. No one's ever guessed what my name meant before. Very clever of you, Calcine."
Calcine tilted her chin up, trying to look cool about it. Brandy thought it made her look smug, but she wasn't about to spoil it. It was a clever thing to know.
"I'm glad you're doing okay! I'm here to challenge you." Brandy said with a nervous swish of her fist. "I've been waiting to say that for so long."
"I know, I know." Lea laughed. "You always had your eyes set on being a Trainer while growing up. I didn't expect you to come straight here, though! You sure you're ready?"
"Uh, well... I kind of ..." she faltered.
In truth, Brandy wasn't, but she'd wanted to carry out her entire journey like the stories, which meant doing it all with her hard work. Clearing the Town's Gym early was vital before her funds ran out, and she had to abandon her dream and beg Poké-mom for some bucks. Lea saw the look on her face as the conflict overcame her and softened.
"Well, you passed the trial. At the very least, I think you've earned the right to try! Don't let me put you off. You ready?"
Calcine and Sparky nodded, taking Brandy's side to support her. The pair of them laced fingers through her hands, giving her the courage to push through.
"Yeah, let's fight!" Brandy said, trying to put a confident face on it.
"Fight?" says Lea. "Oh, of course, this is your first gym. You don't know how it works!"
"It's completely unlike her," Calcine said, "But she may have rushed into this."
Lea shook her head, long green hair swirling behind her. Amused, she waved them closer.
"Every gym you visit has a theme and rules that suit it. My trial was to see if you could manage a large crowd of sweet-hearted Pokémon." Lea paused before quickly adding, "And Valerie. Who is sweet in her own way."
"Hah," Brandy laughed nervously. "Yeah, she has her own way, for sure. So, what are the rules for this one?"
"Simple! You needed two Pokémon because we're doing two things at once! Teamwork will be key, and knowing the hearts of both of your Pokémon." Lea tapped her heart. "And there'll be no fighting. This is a test of understanding and intimacy, not strength."
"No fighting? So we're just going to go at each other?" Sparky said, "Woof, this sounds great."
"Not quite! We will pick one of our Pokémon to be Defence, and they'll stay by their partner's side, supporting them. The other Pokémon will be on Offence and free to go at the opposing Trainer."
She raised a finger. "With no aggressive moves! You will be gentle, and so will mine. That includes webs, which were quite the sight. You can use your Moves in pleasing ways, but it's Brandy's job to ensure you don't go too far."
"So, is the victory the same as usual? When one can't go on?" Calcine said, eyes already looking off to the side, her mind spinning with ideas.
"I'll judge if you passed or failed, but if you collapse early, I'd consider that a bit of a poor showing!" Lea laughed. "Do you want to go strategize? I'll let you get a look at my two while you do! But I won't tell you who is attacking and defending. That's a surprise for the moment!"
Brandy was blushing so severely as the realization set in the very tips of her ears was in danger of going red, but she nodded.
She had two Pokémon already, but she'd never had the chance to have a threesome yet. Now she was going to be tested on her very first?
She really should have prepared more for this one.
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Chapter 16: Good Things
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"Threesome plans,"
Brandy's words brought total silence to the group's huddle. Calcine was as unmoving as ever, waiting for more. Sparky was an excited bundle of energy, shaking her hips back and fore, unable to stand still. Anticipation was very high.
"If there's no fighting, this will be tough," Brandy said. "You're both outstanding fighters, but we don't have a lot of soft moves."
"Agility is fantastic. Flexibility helps a lot and lets me hit all the good spots if I focus."
"When have you ever focused?" Calcine narrowed her eyes at Sparky.
"You've not seen me with a pretty girl! I can focus real good then."
Brandy smiles and leans over to rub Sparky's head. She wouldn't say their first time together had been anything but feral fucking, but she'd still screamed her lungs out riding Sparky. Sparky would be something else if she brought that focus to the bedroom.
"Sounds like you want to be on the attack then, not keen to be by my side?"
"I am getting plenty of that tonight. Can wait for a little," Sparky said, "Besides, look at Lea. She's like an even twiggier version of you! No problem, I can handle her.
Gym Trainer Lea gave them a polite wave as they looked at her and took a binding ball off her belt. She span it along her palm with a quick roll of her hand before letting it drop to the ground, a popping sound and a red glow flowing up to take a woman's shape.
She wasn't tall, but that was the only unremarkable thing about her. Flowing green hair below her waist, a bright red orchid fixed into it like a hairpin to keep it from her face. Large orange eyes that weren't a full glow like Calcine's, but there was only a slither of white to the eye around that massive orange pupil. It gave her a sweet, innocent look that was only enhanced by her long green dress. The dress you could wear to a summer festival with corset lacing on the front, tying it off around a white silk shirt. Like Lea, she was more willowy grass than curves up top, but it all changed when it got to the hips, the dress bubbling out around a butt that got a shocked breath tumbling out of Brandy. Sparky had her lip bit staring at it with all eyes, and even Calcine considered this round reveal with more than just judgemental looks.
It took Brandy a long time to remember how to use the Pokédex. She hadn't been sure she was a butt person, but this Pokémon had just converted all three of them.
ping*
"Orchid" the Lilligant
Height: 5' 5"
Type: Grass
Victories: 32
Moves Discovered:
Aromatherapy
Entrainment
Helping Hand
Petal Dance
Often shy, it takes a solid bond to bloom a Lilligant's petals fully.
Click*
"Woah, she's strong too, thirty-two victories!" Sparky gasped, "She's going to absolutely ruin one of us!"
"Grass is weak to bugs. She might fall for you. Or if I get worked up, my fire could make her melt inside." Calcine said.
"You look like you're melting already," Brandy said, giving Calcine's side a nudge. "But I'm more worried about her moves. It's all soft moves. She's perfect for this kind of no-impact fight."
"Well, let's hope the front doesn't match the rear, or she'll break you in two," Sparky said, giving Orchid a friendly smile.
"One to talk," Brandy huffed. "You almost did the same. If either of you can counter her, we're in luck, and we'll get a good matchup either way."
The Lilligant curtsied to the group as she moved out of the way for Lea, turning her head to flash the edge of a smile at the group. Calcine bowed in return, and Brandy copied her. Sparky just waved even more madly at her than she was already.
"I want to see Brandy touch that butt. She'll have no idea what to do with her." Sparky said.
"I'll think of something!" Brandy blushed. "At least it's a big target for me? Ugh, Entrainment is going to be a problem."
"Not familiar with that one. It sounds like they misspelled it on the dex. Sure it isn't Entertainment?" Calcine tilts her head at Brandy's screen.
"No, I know it. It makes you mimic what she does, and you'll have to watch for it, or you might end up helping her more than hindering."
"Interesting." Calcine's throat rumbled as she tapped her lips, a thought bubbling away. "Perhaps it goes both ways if you can beat her will."
Brandy wasn't sure about that one. She doubted Orchid would be so easy to control with that many victories under her belt. Already nervous about the opponent, she observed as Lea took the second ball off her belt and threw it out.
The red glow out of this one spreads far taller, concerningly so. Brandy rarely meets people taller than her, but this towering woman wearing a green dress with a yellow apron filled out every inch of that dress. Thick, powerful arms, a chest puffed the dress out to an obscene degree, and hips flared out the skirt just as much as Orchid. Even more so because of how tall she was! Her hair was a big messy puff, tied back with a few ribbons in a shabby style, the bright red hair spilling out all over the place. The red hair buried her eyes, leaving only a cute button nose and a big welcoming smile visible. A smile so warm Brandy didn't even mind she was a giant.
"Holy shit," Sparky whispered. "It's all ass here."
"Lea has a type." Calcine points out the obvious for all.
"I have a type now! Holy shit! Can you inherit Scoria's butt, too?" Sparky said, "We've been good! You owe us some butt."
Great. Now Brandy had two sets of curves she was going to worry about. What a start to this gym battle. Ignoring Sparky's comment, Brandy bit down on her embarrassment as she focused on dexing the new opponent. She has to zoom the lens out to do it. It's a lot of opponent.
ping*
"Honeycrisp" the Appletun
Height: 6' 4"
Type: Grass/Dragon
Victories: 51
Moves Discovered:
Apple Acid
Body Slam
Growth
Protect
Recycle
The Sweetest of Dragons. Appletun craves praise and will go to great lengths to get it.
Click*
"Dragon in a Grass gym? Well, that's not even fair!" Sparky groaned. "And Growth too! You can't have her on my side. She'll roll me flat like pastry!"
Dragon types were pretty infamous for being difficult to capture. They all had a very self-obsessed attitude and confidence you could bounce rocks off. Maybe the Grass part of Honeycrisp mellowed her out some. Still, Brandy wouldn't want to fight any Dragon, even one supposedly the sweetest of them. At least she wasn't directly fighting. She'd crush Calcine and Sparky with one mighty body flop!
Oh no, she was coming over too, and she loomed.
"Hi!" Honeycrisp's voice was a booming blast of a thing, jolly but the jolliness that'd convince you to jump straight into the deep end of the pool before you'd even learned to swim. "You're all real cute. I'm looking forward to this!"
"Ah, will you be attacking then?" Calcine said as casually as if she was asking about the weather. Very slick.
"Oooh, that'd be telling! But nice try." Honeycrisp grinned. Orchid was tailing her, not even big enough to be Honeycrisp's shadow. Orchid had nervous energy, like someone about to be thrust onto a stage for the first time.
"Well, we haven't picked our positions yet," Brandy said, "But wow, you're both really something! I'm glad we don't have to fight now. It'd be a rough one."
Orchid nods behind Honeycrisp, swaying her hair as she agrees with Brandy.
"Ha!" Honeycrisp beats her chest with a massive fist, her maid outfit fluttering from the thundering blows. "I watched your fight with Valerie! I've never seen someone blaze their way through. That was impressive! I'm sure you'd give us a few surprises."
She looks past Brandy to Sparky and grins. "And I do like tussling with the small ones."
"No crushing me before the battle!" Sparky yelped, hiding behind Brandy.
"Oh, okay!" Honeycrisp said with a bob of her head and a big smile. "I'll wait until we start before I crush you. It's allowed if you like it~."
Calcine steps to hide Sparky from the over-enthusiastic Dragon, hands on her hips. "Let's give us time to pick our spots? We'll be with you shortly."
"Good luck!" Orchid said in a rushed burst, taking her step back from the group. Honeycrisp left to join her, giving Orchid a friendly hug as she bashfully batted at Honeycrisp's enormous arms.
The trio gulped.
"Okay, I can't be with her," Sparky said. "She's going to chew me up."
"We don't know if she'll be helping Lea or on me, though," Brandy said. "Can we guess? She's the bolder of the two, and Orchid seems too sweet to really take charge."
"We shouldn't just plan around her," Calcine brought Sparky back into the middle of the group with a gentle push. "If I go on Lea, I can go long, but the other side is very experienced."
"So speed is key?" Brandy drummed her fingers on her chin. "Since I doubt I can last. Well, that's humbling. Sparky, you think you can handle Lea?"
Sparky looked across at Lea. The woman was lithe, and while she wasn't about to admit it, Sparky did like them tall. The lack of curves just meant she could tease, and if there's one thing Bug types love, it's teasing.
"Yeah! I can get her bubbling. I think Honeycrisp is going to be on the attack, anyway. She's all confidence."
"And you'll need me to slow her down," Calcine said. "No offense, Brandy, but you let strong Pokémon take charge."
Brandy draped herself over Calcine, poking her cheek. "So forceful! How can I resist a plan like this from such a muscled lady?"
"Compliments don't work if they're insincere."
"Hey, they can be teasing and true," Brandy laughed. "You are a pretty one. Is it okay for Sparky to miss out again, though? I feel she's due."
"Yeah, not if Honeycrisp is there. I'm not! I'll wait when I'm not going to get turned into a pancake."
"Fine," Brandy says, "I owe you three times. If you can manage that."
Sparky was keen to go.
--
"Calcine will be with me, Sparky with you," Brandy said. The group has settled on a plan and is ready to put it into action. "There's no official end, right? You'll just tell us after if we won or lost?"
"That's right," Lea said, "So please enjoy yourselves. It's rare for someone to challenge me first, and we want to leave an impression."
Brandy looked up and up at Honeycrisp. "Yeah, I think you're going to do that. But I'll try to survive. Shall we group off, then?"
"Absolutely! Sparky, come with me, please. Calcine, you take good care of Brandy. You're free to pick anywhere to settle down. The flowers are very soft."
Sparky breaks off with thumbs up to the others, bouncing up next to Lea. She only came up to Lea's chest, but Brandy knew Sparky made up for it in many other ways. She'd be fine, and now Brandy had to deal with the Dragon.
Orchid broke off from Lea, came over to Brandy, and then waved a hand to a patch of flowers nearby. "Would you come with me, please?" she said, voice small but very soft on the ears. Calming almost. "I hope I can do my best."
Sparky freezes up beside Lea. Honeycrisp blows her a kiss.
"Oh, this sucks! Forfeit! Forfeit!"
"She'll owe you quadruple," Calcine said, "Do your best, Sparky. I genuinely believe you can do this."
"I don't! Tall girls are my weakness!"
"Webs aren't an attack if you don't shock them," Brandy calls as Orchid takes her hand and, with light pressure, drags her off. "Bring her down to your size!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa,"
She'd be fine. Probably. Brandy was racking up the debt on that poor girl. Orchid's petal dress was an alluring smell, and she soon stopped thinking about it as Calcine followed, eying Orchid suspiciously.
Orchid's move list was stacked for this kind of fight, but she seemed sweet. Between Calcine and herself, Brandy was sure they could think of some way to turn this around.
Orchid's hips swished as she walked in front of Brandy, dragging her eyes right down to the vast swish of her dress. She'd also see the truth under that skirt, and her expectations were sky-high.
Her first threesome! Gym battles rule!
Chapter 17: The Sweetest Sensation
Summary:
Foreplay with Orchid and everything is normal and fine.
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There was an acceptable amount of time you could stare at someone's ass. Brandy and Calcine had gone hand in hand so far over that line they couldn't recall what the line looked like. Orchid's butt was simply hypnotizing. The swish of her hips made her dress flick back and fore as she walked.
"It's not often we get someone coming to our gym first," Orchid said as she walked, voice shy and unaware of the powerful stares she was getting. "I hope I don't disappoint you both."
"No way, I'm excited about this," Brandy said, patting her cheeks to shake some sense into herself. Calcine had no better luck by her side, the usual sensible Rock Type unable to turn her eyes away from the flicking Lilligant's hip.
Maybe this was a hypnotizing move? A sneaky petal dance?
"Not fair," Calcine mumbled, giving Brandy a crushing, one-armed hug. Calcine raised a hand to get a hold of the back of Brandy's head and mashed her face into the side of her breast. Calcine was already soft enough for Brandy to feel comfortable. She pressed up to her, rolling her head to get comfy. Delightful.
Oh right! Calcine was doing it so she could think without being distracted by Lilligant's butt. Orchid was all soft moves that could turn fights into making out and earth-pounding sex so quickly you could forget you were even fighting. In this gym battle, they were far more potent than usual, with no violence allowed, the regular sweaty foreplay of Pokémon knocking each other around forbidden. A little odd. The rule didn't seem to have anything to do with multiple partners.
Was Brandy missing a trick?
"Here is good," Orchid said, her voice soft in Brandy's ears. Orchid seemed shy, Grass Types were usually friendly, but not exactly forceful. Honeycrisp was a bit of an exception with her Dragon Typing, but Orchid was pure Grass. Perhaps it'd be better if they tried to overwhelm her than resist? She couldn't addle their minds if they did it first. Raising her head from Calcine's chest, she looked up at the Rolycoly and then nodded to Orchid's butt, giving Calcine's breast a squeeze.
Calcine was on her wavelength, and as Orchid leaned to smooth some flowers to lie on, Brandy and Calcine came up behind her and grabbed a handful of that shapely rear each, squeezing it between their fingers as they leaned in over Orchid. Arceus be praised; it was soft and natural! The dress flowed around their fingers as they pressed together, and Orchid let out a cute little pop of a gasp.
Tipping her gently forward into the flowers, Brandy couldn't help but smile as she saw Orchid squirm her head against the ground. It felt good to get that kind of reaction out of a Pokémon so quickly. She hadn't exactly had a lot of luck getting them to fall for her, it'd always come after some exhausting work.
"You're going to do amazing," Calcine said, kissing Orchid's neck before turning to Brandy. "You're good at warming people up. Want to do the honors?"
"So nice of you to admit it," Brandy smirked, Calcine leaning over to flick her side.
Giggling, Brandy leaned down to kiss along Orchid's back until she got at the skin at her neck and teased it with some suckling kisses, tongue pressing against the pulled taut skin. She could see Orchid was biting her lip, the Lilligant's eyes fluttering happily at Brandy's touch. This seemed almost too easy!
Brandy wasn't sure what to think. She'd never had this kind of success so fast before. Was the gym just full of horny pokemon who wanted to be dominated? It fit the Wooloo, but Valerie had been decidedly unlike that, and Honeycrisp was probably going to twist poor Sparky into a pretzel.
Weak and Strong, then? That wasn't really about multiple partners. It was frustrating to be in the dark, and Brandy used that frustrated energy on Orchid.
Orchid moaned softly as Brandy gave hungry kisses along her neck, nuzzling against the Trainer's head with a happy little trill in her throat. Orchid looked back to Calcine, still staring at her ass, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
"Why don't you help get my dress off, Calcine?" she said, as innocently as if she was asking for a glass of water. "I'm sure Brandy would like to see all of me."
No argument there. Brandy kissed round the neck until she could stare down along Orchid's back as Calcine rolled her skirt up, tugging it over that seemingly impossible curve and giving her a sight of something extraordinary. Orchid's ass was massive, a towering mountain that Calcine ran warm fingertips over as she rolled the dress up. It was a gorgeous sight, seeing her partner get hands on with something special, and Brandy felt a stab of jealousy run through her. She wanted to join in so badly, but her hands would impede Orchid from taking off her dress, and she couldn't get in the way of that.
"I'll need you to wiggle out the way a bit," Orchid whispered in Brandy's ear, snapping Brandy out of her reverence of the backside. She shifted onto her back, lying in front of Orchid as Calcine rolled her dress off her, the fabric rolling out to drop onto Brandy, still warm from the heat of the Lilligant's body. The smell of her was on it, sweeter still than the plants of the meadow, an intoxicating blend that made Brandy's mouth water. Panting already, she trailed her fingers over Orchid's body, enjoying the swell of her breasts and skin so smooth it didn't seem real.
"Good, lying down there is perfect" Orchid said with a smile as bright as the sun. Seeing her happy made Brandy's heart beat quicker. She tried to spread herself out even more for Orchid, muscles in her arms burning as she presented herself, back arched slightly. "Calcine, enjoy yourself."
Calcine did just that, groping hungrily and sinking her fingers in deep into the plump flesh of Orchid's rear. She brought her strength to bear. Orchid looked over her shoulder to watch her, the Lilligant's large orange eyes sparkling as Calcine kneaded away like she was making bread. The pressing of flesh had Brandy rubbing her body in time with Orchid, her head already floating from the smell of her. The touch of Orchid was something else. The skin-on-skin contact alone made Brandy's toes curl. The rubbing of breasts together had her squirming from the rush of thought-robbing sensitivity.
A small voice knocked away in the back of Brandy's mind, but everything felt so fucking good. She ignored the nagging voice and ran her hands down to join Calcine's. Entwining her fingers with her partners, the pair worked away at squeezing Orchid's ass, the flesh under their fingers rippling like stones skipping over water. Orchid seemed to enjoy it, her bright smile all the encouragement the pair needed to work together to keep going.
The nagging voice wheedled away in the back of Brandy's mind, but Orchid's smile, even without saying a word, was much louder.
"That's it. That's so nice..." Orchid cooed, one hand shifting to grab Brandy's wrist, pinning her down to kiss her as she rubbed a length along Brandy's thigh.
It felt big. It felt really big.
Big enough to make Brandy's body tense, her face flushing red at a sudden stab of emotion that wasn't a hopeless infatuation with Orchid's perfect ass.
Orchid leaned into the kiss, grinding herself in time with Calcine's fondling. Brandy moaned into Orchid's mouth as the Lilligant's tongue danced around hers. The feeling of Orchid's big dick bumping against her leg, hot and stiff, sent shivers through Brandy's spine. Her insides were all taut, her stomach roiling from the excitement, her breath coming in brief gasps.
Orchid's grip tightened as she pressed her lips harder into Brandy's, moaning as the pair's fingers dug deeper into her ass. Calcine was focused on squishing the plumpness beneath her fingers and curling those strong digits into Orchid, making the Lilligant shiver in delight against Brandy.
Calcine's fingers were a little painful against Brandy's as the Rolycoly worked them harder than Brandy could keep up with, twisting her fingers up as they got in the way. Brandy groaned something to her, but her voice was muffled by Orchid's lips and the tongue probing her throat. The silken feel of that tongue rolling over her made her mind spin enough that she didn't even care. Calcine was making Orchid feel good, and that's what mattered.
"You're both doing so well," Orchid said into the kiss, her voice trilling up and down as their tongues tussled.
Brandy felt a burst of pride well up inside her. Orchid said she was doing well! Moaning again at the wet, furious kissing, her breathing quickened as Orchid's enormous dick slid over her thigh. Soon Orchid would get to fuck her, and then she'd make the Lilligant thrilled to be her partner. She could pour everything into being a wet hole for Orchid to hammer into. The perfect sleeve for Orchid's cock. Forget about Calcine for the moment. Just focus on making her happy.
Wait. What?
Her brain fumbled to keep a hold of the thought, her breathing still stuck in quick gasps, her heart racing now not from the excitement but from her confusion. Befuddled, the nagging voice took that moment of confusion to finally got a word in.
This isn't right.
But. But why? Why worry when she wanted nothing more than to be filled with Orchid's cock. What was wrong with that? Shouldn't she enjoy herself? Wasn't this what she always wanted?
Yes, yes! To be fucked by beautiful Pokémon is all she ever dreamed of.
But...
Something was off. Something was wrong.
She tried to pull her hands free, but Orchid held on tight, the Lilligant pulling her closer as she ground her hips into Brandy's thigh again.
What was happening? Why did it feel so good?
"Just relax," Orchid said, giving Brandy a soft kiss. "I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have before soon. That's all that matters."
Brandy stared at Orchid, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down. She couldn't hear properly, and the rush of blood thundered in her ears.
"It's ok. I'll take care of you." Orchid cooed, pressing another soft kiss into Brandy's cheek before leaning back and giving her a lustful smile. "You can trust me."
She could. She trusted Orchid. She should do as she says.
How silly of her to think otherwise.
Chapter 18: She loves me. She loves me not.
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Orchid pinned Brandy to the ground, hands on her shoulders as she smiled down at the love-struck Trainer. Petals from the fields of flowers whirled about in the air as she shook her hips, Brandy taking in her sweet scent and letting her mind drift away.
Calcine was helping Orchid keep her balance but not doing much more than that, her orange eyes glowing as she watched the pair. Brandy ignored her. Orchid was the only thing that mattered.
"You're the best, Brandy," Orchid whispered into her ear, laying feather touch kisses on Brandy's neck as she let one hand slide down between Brandy's legs, rubbing lightly through her pants. "I'm so glad we met."
The soft touch brought Brandy's arousal to the surface once more. Her face flushed, and she whimpered with need as Orchid stroked her through her trousers, her other hand snaking up to pop the buttons off her shirt one by one. The fabric parted, revealing her breasts for Orchid, and the Lilligant leaned in to plant a lick over each nipple. The petals in the air flowed down around her, dancing over her skin and caressing Brandy's chest, every soft touch enough to draw forth a new moan.
"Wait," Calcine said, blinking, "What am I meant to be doing?"
Brandy was too overcome by pleasure to listen, her breath hot and heavy as Orchid's kisses rolled in waves over her chest, her nipples hardening from the feel of those silky lips. Softer than Wooloo fur, the Lilligant's lips made Brandy jolt with every touch.
"Oh, fuck!" Brandy gasped out loud as Orchid sucked her left breast into her mouth. It felt wonderful, and the heat rushing through her body grew hotter and hotter until she arched her back, moaning loud enough to make Calcine blink in surprise.
"That's right, sweetheart," Orchid whispered, stroking the length of her cock against Brandy's thigh. It felt too big to be real. Sure, Sparky was bigger than her height would suggest, but it fit her personality. Orchid seemed smaller and sweet-hearted, and the dissonance felt uncomfortable.
"Let yourself go," Orchid said, trying to paper over those cracks in Brandy's thoughts.
Brandy was in ecstasy as Orchid licked and kissed her way down her stomach, leaving trails of fire wherever she touched.
"Fuck! Orchid!" Brandy moaned as Orchid tugged her pants down, pressing her tongue against the wet folds with a lap of her thin, wet tongue. It sent brandy into a writhing fit against her, clawing at Orchid's back as her mind couldn't handle even this lightest of contact. The smell of Orchid hung thick in the air, that sweet alluring scent nuzzling thoughts of the gym battle out of Brandy's head and replacing them with a deep desire to let Orchid melt her body.
Calcine glared from above, chewing her lip as she watched the pair. She was aroused and confused.
"Mmm…" Orchid hummed amusedly, teasing Brandy's clit with her tongue while still working a few fingers inside Brandy. "This is always the most enjoyable part. "
Brandy cried out as Orchid pushed two of her fingers deeper, curling them to stroke deep into the sensitive walls before withdrawing them with aching slowness. "Yes... yes..."
Brandy's hips buckled, shaking violently as Orchid continued to tease her, sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy. They lost Brandy in a haze of flesh-rippling pleasure, unable to think about anything else. All she could do was feel herself growing closer and closer to orgasm, her breathing becoming ragged as Orchid lapped her tongue across her swollen nub.
So soon?
She'd lasted longer. Common sense seemed drowned out, so the pride in her kicked up a fuss instead. Was she about to break from just a little foreplay? Would a real trainer become a mewling pet from just all that?
"Calcine," Brandy gasped, sweat rolling off her. "Something's, something's gone wrong."
She couldn't say what, though. Orchid was perfect, every touch of hers a firestorm of pleasure.
"Orders," Calcine growled, shaking her head. "I'm confused."
Confused? Fuck!
Orchid looked up, noticing something had changed between them. Her gaze fell on Calcine, who was staring at her with an unreadable expression.
"Calcine," Brandy gasped, biting her bottom lip to force back an onrushing orgasm. The shock of pain helped clear her mind a little, even as the delightful sweet smell tried to recapture that bit of clarity. "Get her ass."
Calcine reached down and pulled Orchid off Brandy, the Lilligant yelping.
Orchid squeaked, kicking her long legs. "No fighting!"
"This is just moving you. It's fair," Brandy said, beating her head against the ground to clear her head. She needed time for her brain to catch up and sort this mess out.
"Put her on my lap," Brandy said, sitting up. Calcine did just that. Turning Orchid round, the Lilligant squealed as Calcine dropped her gorgeous ass straight on Brandy's legs. Brandy wrapped her arms around her. Orchid might be thin up top, but she was still wonderfully soft. The scent was back, strong and thick, but Brandy focused on the feel of Orchid, the texture of her skin. She rolled her hands along Orchid's sides, across her pert breasts, and down that smooth stomach to the cock that had felt so staggeringly huge.
Slipping a hand around it, Brandy couldn't even find the space to fit a second hand like she could with Sparky. Her fingers squeezed down, able to touch around the girth. Her mind said it was massive, the best she'd ever seen. But. Was this really huge?
"Calcine," Brandy said, "Can you put your cock on hers?"
Orchid huffed hotly at the implication. But she'd already worked Calcine up to a raging erection and couldn't push her away without breaking the rules. Calcine lent in, finding a bit of smug satisfaction as her erection poked Orchid's stomach while Orchid was an inch short of returning the favor.
"It's, well, it's not small," Brandy said.
Sure, Orchid was the smallest she'd seen so far, but for Pokémon, small was more than enough to fill out a woman. Part of every human's mixed parentage was the ability to make things fit, so to speak, though there'd be tears before it happened if you went too big too fast. It meant even 'Small' was anything but.
"It's cute," Brandy decided, giving it a stroke. Orchid was ever so close to biting her tongue off in surprise as the sensation rolled through her.
"Stop it," she barked, looking up at Brandy. "Why are you doing that? You don't want me to fuck you?"
That wasn't true at all. Brandy wanted Orchid more than anything, but she wanted her on Brandy's terms.
"Not without Calcine. You got to share us both," Brandy whispered into Orchid's ear.
"I want you, though," Orchid said, swirling an arm to raise those petals again. The mind fog pressed at the edges of Brandy's thoughts, but Calcine's smile being included kept her grounded. There was a connection, like a helping hand on her shoulder, guiding her back to what she wanted.
"So share." Brandy said, "Calcine, sit."
Calcine looked at Brandy's already stuffed lap and then settled for straddling over Orchid and leaning on her, pressing her down onto Brandy so firmly her beautiful ass molded around Brandy's thighs. The Lilligant mewled as the pressure dropped on her, Orchid's hard muscle mushing the soft Pokémon up against Brandy.
Brandy hadn't stopped stroking her cock either, and now it was getting teased both from that and Calcine's hard length. Orchid's dick was forced to become Calcine's shadow as Calcine's stiff cock gave Orchid a stark reminder of her actual size, with no head-messing tricks to get around what was plain to the eye.
The two Pokémon locked together, their bodies sliding against each other, trying to rub themselves through each other's clothes. Their lips met, tongues wrestling, teeth biting. They moaned into each other, breathing hot breath in and out until they broke apart, only to kiss again. It gave Brandy a moment to catch her breath and one hell of a show.
Brandy gasped, feeling them grind on top of her. "This is the best. I hope Sparky's having as much fun."
Calcine had her hands on Orchid's ass, pulling her closer still, rubbing herself along the Pokemon's body. Pokémon rarely went for each other like this, but throw a Trainer in the mix, and Bond's tangled up and attraction flowed through them, firing up everyone to new heights. Orchid may have gotten the upper hand, but Brandy's arousal had coursed through to Calcine, and now Orchid was getting mauled for it.
Not that she seemed to mind, moaning as she ground down harder on Orchid. Her face was flushed pink. Her eyes closed tight as she let go, letting the pleasure take her.
"Okay, making me feel left out now!" Brandy shuddered as she felt Orchid squirm under Calcine's weight. The pair needed little prompting. Orchid turned in the kiss to knock Brandy over onto her back, and Calcine came down right after her. The pair took a side of Brandy's neck and mauled her with kisses like they planned to press right through her flesh and meet each other in the middle.
"All right," Brandy groaned, grabbing handfuls of the relentless kissing Pokémon's hair and trying to pull them off her. This just encouraged them to go even harder, and soon she giggled madly as they lathered her with love and attention.
"Hey, hey! No one will get to fuck me if you kiss me to death! Mercy! Mercy!"
She might have survived Orchid's opening attack, but this was a test of multiple partners. Now she was on to an even more challenging part that she'd struggled with a lot lately.
Getting horny Pokémon to even listen to her!
Chapter 19: Two Become One
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Orchid's tongue felt like it was everywhere, licking, sucking, lapping at Brandy's mouth. Brandy writhed in delight, gasping and shuddering as she lost herself at the moment. She hadn't even gotten a single word to cool off the Pokémon. Opening her mouth had been the starting pistol to go at her together. Orchid lathered attention on her front while Calcine kept her back warm, breasts pressing on her back as the Rock Pokémon stroked away at Brandy's side.
Outmatched, Brandy didn't kick water uphill and let herself drift along with their actions, enjoying the moment. Orchid's lips were sweet, and her tongue tasted pure honey goodness as she tussled it in her mouth. The Lilligant seemed very good at messing with her senses, and she could taste like wet grass for all Brandy really knew. If Brandy wanted to keep her head, she had to keep her focus on staying in control.
Basic Trainer skills. If you didn't take charge, you'd soon find yourself fucked senseless. Maple had learned that the hard way and Brandy had come close enough to losing her senses a few times. Just once, she'd like to get through a fight without winning by the skin of her teeth.
That meant keeping her hands busy. One found its way between Calcine's legs, caressing the bulge in her shorts before slipping inside. Calcine's cock was already slick with sweat from Orchid's mesmerizing display, hardness softened by it so Brandy's fingers could leave a dent in the usually rock hard flesh. It got a powerful reaction, Calcine biting down on her shoulder to stifle a moan, those bright orange eyes casting a warm glow over her and Orchid's faces.
She couldn't resist going for her favorite part of Orchid with the other hand, bunching up the dress in her hand as she rolled it to expose some lovely slender ivory white legs and kept on going until she could finally rub her hand over Orchid's bare ass. Brandy was pretty sure this was the genuine article, even if the breath-taking curve of it seemed like pure fantasy. Sinking her fingers into a cheek, she pressed Orchid up to her front, grinding against the Pokémon and making Orchid's tongue flutter in her mouth.
Orchid pulled away from the kiss, gasping as a purple flush blossomed on those pure white cheeks. "I want to do something."
She was asking before doing it? This was a vast improvement over earlier already.
"I want you to enjoy this," Brandy said, "But you have to include Calcine too."
Orchid looked to Calcine, still struggling to pay attention with Brandy's playful handjob rattling her mind.
"It'll involve her the most. Are you okay with me using you Calcine? I think you'll enjoy it."
Brandy gave Calcine's cock a squeeze to get a moan out of her and then let it go so she could answer. Calcine gives Brandy a crushing hug as she does so as revenge. Sweet, squeezing revenge, Brandy didn't mind a little crush from her crush one bit.
"Leave me out, and I'll fuck Brandy and make you watch," Calcine said, staring at Orchid. "And she's a treat you'd really be missing out on."
"I'm right here!"
"I know," Calcine said, leaning to nibble on an earlobe. "You're saying you're not a treat?"
Brandy huffed, but she couldn't deny it, so she went back to stroking Calcine's cock. This just made the Rock Pokémon laugh at her and playfully nudge heads together. "Go for it, Orchid. I'm curious what this will be now."
Orchid's blush hadn't lessened, but with a bob of her head, she thanked Calcine and then took a deep breath. Orchid raises a hand to stroke Brandy's face, caressing a cheek with her fingers in little circles. Calcine matches the action, rubbing her other cheek in the same little circles. A squashing of her cheeks makes her lips pop out, and Orchid takes the kiss, Calcine kissing in back on her neck.
Oh, wait, she gets it now. Calcine digs her fingers into Orchid's ass and drags, fingernails dragging fire lines as she gives her a nerve-popping scratch. The pair moaned over her, even though she hadn't touched Calcine.
Entrainment! Orchid had linked herself with Calcine, two becoming one. She needed to regain control, and this was a perfect opportunity.
Brandy leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Orchid's chest, licking at her lips and planting soft kisses on her jawline. Her hand withdrew from Calcine's shorts, curling her fingers around the hem of her shorts and pulling them down.
"Kick for me," Brandy said, the pair of them in tandem struggling out of their clothes as Brandy tore at both of them. Pressed on all sides by the Pokémon as their flailing bodies rubbed along her skin with an animalistic need. It was a messy struggle to get some clothes off them, but very enjoyable.
When they were naked, Brandy moved her hands to her own pants and kicked them off. Now she was completely nude, laid there, the colorful pink sandwich filling between the jet-black Calcine and pure white Orchid.
"Who's in control of this, anyway?" Brandy said as she felt stiff cocks rub across her back and stomach. The pair of them worked up a treat.
"Me," the pair said in unison.
Okay, she asked for that one.
Brandy grabbed each of their dicks, holding them close to her body and feeling the heat radiating through them. They throbbed in her hands, pulsing under her touch. Brandy closed her eyes, taking a moment to savor the anticipation. She desperately wanted to feel every inch of these Pokémon, and there was no doubt about their eagerness to give it to her.
Her grip tightened around their shafts until they cried out, their hips bucked, and their thick heads rubbed heavy lines along Brandy's skin.
"Enjoying this?" Brandy said with saccharine sweetness.
"Yes!" came the reply in tandem, breath hot on Brandy's face as the pair gasped with need.
"You going to listen to me?" Brandy asked, pumping her hands along their lengths as she paced herself to perfectly capture their attention.
The sensation of her twin stroking flowed between the linked pair, and they didn't handle it well, orange eyes glowing and mouths held open to pant. Brandy didn't let up just because they couldn't answer, twirling her fingers to stroke fingertips along the base of their cocks. Moving with slow purpose as she felt Calcine sweltering hot against her back, Orchid's scent becoming sweeter by the second.
"Well?" Brandy pushed, "I want to hear it. You going to be good and do as I say?"
"YES!" came sharp cries as the pair pulled at her, bouncing her between passionate kisses as they humped together. Losing control at the same time they were saying she had control! It wasn't the doe-eyed obedience Brandy was hoping for, but she was working with what she could get here!
Brandy pushed Orchid onto her back and climbed up onto her legs. Thankfully, Entrainment had some wiggle room as she didn't feel Calcine trying to press them flat together. Instead, she held onto Brandy's waist, fingers interlocked with Orchids in a loving embrace. It was an adorable skill, and Brandy had misjudged how good it'd be in a fight. If you linked up to a stronger opponent, even if they beat you, they could only do it by taking every hit themselves in return. Wonderfully sneaky.
For a threesome, though, it was even better. Every touch Brandy gave Orchid rippled through to Calcine, and the heat building up in Calcine's chest made Orchid sweat. Ivory skin glistened as she panted, and her eyes were half-lidded as she moaned in soft little bursts.
Brandy moved her hips, sliding her slit over Orchid's cock as she used Calcine's muscled body as a rest. Rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against Orchid's length as she did so. The sensation sent shivers running down her spine, her core burning hot as she teased herself.
The pair groaned, thrusting their hips upward as they tried to meet Brandy's movements. Their arms wrapped tight around her thighs, and she had to make a real effort to kick herself up even a little from Orchid's lap. The pair seemed to worry she'd try to slip away, making fucking them a little trickier than it needed!
"Pull me back, Calcine," Brandy said, thrusting her hip out as Orchid dragged her over the length of her cock, the pair working in perfect concert to put her in position.
"Okay now, gently p-" Brandy said but got no further before Calcine slammed her forward.
Brandy yelped as Calcine speared her onto Orchid's cock. It tore through her pussy, stretching out walls in one fiery flash of stuffing sensation.
"FUCK," Brandy yelled, eyes wide as Calcine impaled her hard into Orchid's lap.
She rolled her shoulders back into Calcine hard, still short of breath. "You bitch! Which one of you did that? You're fucking dead!"
Calcine gritted her teeth as she pumped her hips forwards, slamming Brandy's ass along Orchid's lap repeatedly. Her hand slipped lower to move her cock, running it along Brandy's ass as the Trainer whined at them.
"Slowly, slowly, or I'm going to bite chunks out of someone." Brandy mewled.
The stab of pain had been a rough wake-up call. She wasn't in control as she thought. The only thing keeping her back from scratching someone's eyes out was how good Orchid's cock felt inside her. It was thick enough to stretch her out and smooth like silk. Just...
Just too much. Too big. Brandy was having trouble breathing, trying to keep pace with Orchid, who was pounding her with relentless hammer strokes of her cock. Even when Orchid slowed her rhythm to avoid completely shattering Brandy's mind, Brandy she could still feel her cock throbbing inside, so large it became her entire world.
Brandy gave Orchid's breasts a twin slap, clamping both hands down on them as she stared down at the Lilligant. "Control yourself. I can feel you messing with my senses!"
The swell in her pussy felt manageable again as she fought off the Lilligant's scent, Orchid giving her a bashful smile. Calcine fumbled behind her as she tried to line herself up, sharing the embarrassment through their link.
"Sorry," Calcine whispered, pulling her hips back until they lined her cock up with Brandy's ass, the head pressing against it almost as daunting in Brandy's mind as the cock already drilling into her.
"Forgiven," Brandy said, "If you fuck me slow."
"Do my best," Calcine murmured, grinding her hips forward. Easing her cock into Brandy, the Trainer tensed up as Calcine's cock claimed her ass like an avalanche. Slow but with such unstoppable power, she had no way to resist it.
Her inner muscles clenched tight around Calcine's shaft as she slid deeper and deeper, the feeling of being stuffed becoming more intense by the moment. A soft moan escaped her lips, her legs shaking as she took all of Calcine's dick without complaint.
Eyes shot open from the overwhelming intensity of being stuffed at either end, she couldn't help but stare at Orchid. Brandy watched as her other lover matched speeds with Calcine, and the pair worked as a team to fuck an orgasm deep into her. Panting as she rode the waves of pleasure washing over her, Brandy moaned rang across the Prairie as Orchid pushed her hips up harder, driving her down the length of Calcine's cock.
She bumped off those stiff muscles, and then Calcine drove her back, her chest dropping to slap onto Orchid's as she fell forward from the bump, driven down onto Orchid's cock on the return. They'd got into an alternating rhythm that shook her body and had her bouncing between them, sweat dripping down their bodies as they fucked her without even a shred of mercy.
Calcine pulled back, teasing Brandy with the tip of her cock and making her groan deep in need before rocking forwards, pushing deep into her asshole once more.
Orchid kept the pace, building ever faster, thrusting up towards Brandy's stomach as Brandy bounced on Calcine's cock, each time hitting a new spot inside her.
The staggering pleasure of it all messed with Brandy's senses even worse than Orchid's scents. Brandy lost track of everything except the two cocks sliding in and out of her holes, filling her to the brim and leaving her gasping for air. Every single touch sent sparks shooting through her, and every movement made her shudder.
"Oh, Arceus..." Brandy moaned, looking up at the ceiling as her entire world spun away. "I-It feels so good..."
"Cum with us!" the pair cried, voices overlapping in a delightful echo. Both grabbed hold of Brandy's waist and held her steady while they pounded her into a completely new level of bliss.
Brandy bucked between them, unable to do anything else as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed as she came, and the pair rode her hard through it, bodies pressing into her as they held her sandwiched between them. Orchid smelled sweeter by the second as she let the fog back in and heightened her senses until all they could feel was screaming bliss.
She felt their cocks pulse inside her. The pair were so finely attuned to each other they came at the same time, warm seed pumping into her as twin orgasms rocked her partners. Brandy's fading orgasm reignited as cum filled her up, hot on her thighs as it spilled out of her. The sensation of fullness was indescribable, the warmth soaking into her insides and sending shivers through her spine.
Calcine gripped Brandy's hair and held her head back so her screams were loud and rich. Orchid looked at her with a satisfied smile as her eyes sparkled brightly from the feeling of getting to break a Trainer between them.
Brandy had utterly lost control, but she didn't mind with these two. They could have her however they wanted if it felt this good.
Chapter 20: Post-Meltan Clarity
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Brandy didn't know at what point she'd passed out, but she really felt it when she woke up. She had aches in places she didn't even know could ache, soothed only by the warm, puffy feelings still tingling along her nerves. Even the flower petals felt rough against her sensitive skin, the pressure of her two partners against her soothing, but every slight movement made her squirm. She tried to move as little as she could. She'd just set herself off with embarrassing moans if she moved.
"You okay?" Calcine asked softly, kissing Brandy's cheek as she cuddled the Trainer on the flowerbed.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine." Brandy smiled weakly, eyes still closed. Her entire body felt like jelly, her limbs too heavy to move properly.
She felt another set of hands caressing her body, running across her breasts and trailing down her stomach. Opening her eyes, she saw Orchid smiling down at her, face flushed red from exertion. Brandy reached out and took hold of Orchid's wrist, guiding her fingers along her stomach.
"You look pleased with yourself," Brandy said.
Orchid giggled as she traced little circles around Brandy's navel. "I enjoy making people happy."
"Maybe a bit too literally," Brandy said, flexing her stomach as she enjoyed the tapping feeling of Orchid's smooth fingers.
"Oh, don't be a sore loser. You asked for most of it and enjoyed the rest," Orchid said, giving Brandy's stomach a playful squeeze.
"I am sore!" Brandy groaned. "You two went at me like Galar would tip into the sea if I wasn't moaning."
"All your screaming made it sound pretty apocalyptic," Orchid said with a head-down blush. "But as long as you enjoyed it, it was worth it."
Hard to stay mad at a beautiful girl straddling your hips who'd done her best to make you orgasm your brains out of your ears. Orchid seemed sweet even if her moves were all pretty devious, so Brandy let it slide and enjoyed getting her hands on that deliciously plump butt instead. She was enjoying rolling that plump flesh between her fingers before Orchid's words sunk in properly.
"Wait, lost?"
Brandy's answer came in the form of a tackle hug. A blur of yellow bouncing onto her, thumping her head back into the flowerbed.
"Guess who's back!"
"Sparky, get off!"
"No way, you had me fight a Dragon. You owe me a face sitting." Sparky said, tightening her legs around Brandy's head. Batting at her stomach with both fists just made her giggle.
"Let me breathe, at least!" Brandy yelled, her voice muffled by Joltik thighs.
Honeycrisp, the huge Grass/Dragon Type, saved her, picking up Sparky by the scruff of the neck and dangling her in the air. "She's fun, this one, but we didn't battle. Lea and I just taught her some tricks."
"She's underselling it," Sparky said, legs kicking in the air. "Battle for the ages! Sky aflame! I fought for your honor!"
Doubtful, Honeycrisp's maid dress looked unruffled, and Sparky wasn't as flat as a pancake. Brandy took some deep breaths of air. The taste of Orchid and Calcine had mingled with Sparky's thighs. It was a potent combination to have rolled around in your mouth when you'd just woken up.
"Anyone else going to strangle me with their thighs, or can I ask questions now?" Brandy said, a little frustration edging her words.
"Ooh, if you're offering?" Calcine said, rubbing Brandy's shoulders to calm her down. "I promise to stop before your head pops."
Brandy punched Calcine's arm and immediately regretted it. Stupid rock-hard Pokémon.
"Did I lose? I lost track there," Brandy said, sucking on her knuckle, Calcine smugger than Purrlion beside her.
"You did well, Brandy" Lea was straightening out her long dress. The pencil-thin Gym Leader's face was flushed, but she had a content smile.
"But I'm afraid you didn't show the control we expect, so I am afraid you've failed this challenge."
Brandy sighed. That was a big problem.
"Aw, don't worry," Honeycrisp said, putting Sparky on her shoulder. The Joltik settled down now that the Appletun had given her a chance to be towering tall. "You can try again soon! Most don't pass the first time. We're not pushovers."
"Just really needed the Pokébucks," Brandy said, already feeling a heel for saying it.
Lea waved the concern away with a flick of her slender hand. "You wouldn't be the first Trainer who made do with little. Trust in your resourcefulness. You showed a lot of it today! Are you okay with us reviewing here, or do you want a shower first?"
"Now," Brandy said right away. It'd eat at her until she heard where she'd gone wrong.
"Your solution to the trial was not really how most people solve it."
Honeycrisp chuckled, pounding a colossal fist into her palm. "First to actually fight your way through the swarm, really impressive! It's a shame we don't get to fight. I feel you'd offer me a real challenge."
Lea patted Honeycrisp's arm. "Praise is always nice, dear, but let me finish! Here, it was a lot of extra work for you, Brandy. You're a natural at fighting, but you need to use your other skills too if you want to be a top-tier trainer."
"Pokémon, don't listen to me, though!" Brandy groaned, tugging at her shirt. Her partners had scuffed it during the extended fuck session. Thankfully, they hadn't snapped all the buttons off. She really should get one with toggles.
"And that's why you failed today. You can give powerful commands, but being a Trainer isn't about just imposing your will on your Pokémon. Understand them and then tailor your requests. Calcine and Sparky love fighting for you, but you need to consider what else they want."
"Me?" Brandy ventured. Getting into her pants was the number one goal for those two.
Sparky laughed from atop Honeycrisp's shoulder, "I do! But you're a goof if you think that's all I want!"
Brandy already felt ashamed at losing, but this was more shame on top of it, stacking to make her shoulders droop and her head hang.
Calcine took one of her hands and gave it a squeeze. "You've been doing this a few days. We don't expect you to be perfect. I like you think quickly and learn even quicker."
"And I like your fun!" Sparky grinned. "I'll show you what Lea and Honeycrisp showed me later. You'll love it."
Ominous.
Still, they weren't wrong. Reflecting on it now, the Wooloo battle had been pure chaos, and she'd somehow slipped by through it all. The manic style actually suited her. She really could think quicker than most on her feet. But was there another way trainers got through it all? How? Valerie seemed so overbearing. How do you beat a woman like that?
"Your bond with Calcine was strong enough to break out of my Aromatherapy and Petal Dance," Orchid said, helping Brandy do her shirt back up as she sat on her legs. "Which is quite impressive, and forcing me to include Calcine was very sweet. You were quite close to a pass, I think."
Orchid kissed Brandy on her lips after doing up the last button on her shirt. Soft and sweet, just like the Pokémon herself.
"But then, when you gave me permission to help, you wouldn't accept my fantasies." Orchid bit her lip. "And I really like those. You still thought of it as a fight despite the rule being no fighting. Even when you can battle, try to think about how you can make your partners happy. It'll be worth it, I promise."
It made sense. Brandy had been worried about falling under Orchid's spell again, but Orchid had been a lot more assertive when she'd first gotten them to believe she was more than she appeared. If Orchid found comfort and confidence in her fantasies, forcing her out of them wasn't exactly a kind thing to do. Still, it didn't entirely sit right with Brandy. Orchid was wonderful, even without her skills puffing up her appearance.
"I like the real you," Brandy said, giving Orchid's cheek a tap. "Don't think you have to be fake to make me happy. You did great."
"Awww," Sparky and Honeycrisp said in unison, Sparky kicking her legs against the giant Appletun's arms. "Our idiot Trainer is such a sweetheart."
"Maybe don't let them get away with everything," Lea laughed, "And if it had actually bothered you then, of course, I wouldn't hold that against you. Acceptance goes both ways, but I think you'd have enjoyed what Orchid offered."
Brandy couldn't fault her there. The unreally alluring Orchid had been very exciting. Could she have changed how she saw Calcine too? Questions for next time!
"It seems you've learned a lesson," Lea said, spotting Brandy's thoughtful expression. "I can't stop you from repeating my Gym tests immediately, but you look like they fucked you into the ground. I'd hate to have you end up in a Poké-center bed because you bit off more than you could chew. You should spend a little more time learning about your partners. Sparky and I had a lovely talk while we helped her learn a few tricks for you."
Brandy felt she would only be told what those tricks were once they got used. Arming Sparky to cause trouble was certainly wise of Lea if she wanted to play to Sparky's heart, but surely there was some kind of Gym Leader code about this sort of thing!
"You didn't pass today, but there's always next time," Orchid said, getting up and rubbing herself down. "Goodness, I need a shower. You can take pride in your stamina, Brandy, for certain. I haven't had to push myself that hard in a while."
Orchid looked up, then blushed as she saw everyone staring at her butt. Even Lea had her eyes locked on, trying to hide her gaze behind her long green hair.
"Still gonna deny you got a type, Lea?" Sparky said, grinning as she slid down Honeycrisp's arm.
"Yes! These two are my partners because I love them. It's nothing to do with... with... butts," Lea huffed. Honeycrisp laughed as she ruffled Lea's hair.
Brandy didn't believe that one bit.
Still, it was nice to at least end this feeling good. Failing the challenge wasn't the ideal outcome, and money issues would become a problem fast. But Brandy would rather she learned her lessons and become a better Trainer than coast through. She'd found that even her luck had an endpoint.
She had two Pokémon, and they would find a way together.
And when she came back? She'd smash the Gym Challenge so hard they'd have to buy new windows!
Chapter 21: Keeping Promises
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Hitting the showers after was the first call for any Trainer. Brandy was too exhausted to do anything other than get clean. Scuffed clothes, grass stains along her arms, and petals hiding in her spiky red hair. Brandy had expected to come out of her first Gym Battle a lot worse for wear. In the end, the most significant injury had been her pride. It had only been a matter of time before she got her ass kicked; Brandy knew that on some level and had even prepared for it when she'd gone to find her first Pokémon. All the successes she'd got under her belt had given her the belief that maybe, just maybe, she was special.
"Aw, you look so sour," Sparky said, hugging Brandy's side and nuzzling her head to get under Brandy's chin. Sparky's hair was an odd soft against her body, denser than most hair but smoother, too. It was very comfy to rest a chin on, even when trying to be miserable about things.
"Let you both down, is all. I really thought we could win that," Brandy said, rolling her head to dig a little into the soft hair blowing along the top of Sparky's head. It made her multiple eyes flutter, her body shaking from a held-back giggle.
"No moping! I had a lot of fun, even though I thought I would miss out. How was it, Calcine?"
"It was great," Calcine said, as taciturn as she lathered Brandy's arms with soap to get the grass stains off. Sparky rolled her eyes at the complete lack of detail.
"Give me a little more than that!"
"You going to tell us what you learned with Lea?"
"No way! You'll find out," Sparky grinned.
Calcine gave a little shrug and continued cleaning Brandy up. Her rocky body was easier to clean once it had hardened up again. It hadn't taken long for her usual shine to return. Brandy was taking work.
"Well, even if she isn't going to tell me the juicy parts, the point is, we enjoyed it! Except for getting bitten by a tiny bug Wooloo's. That bit sucked,"
"Sorry," Brandy huffed, burying her face in Sparky's hair. The shower water ran off her in rivulets onto the Joltik until her yellow fur matted up in a big tangle.
"Sorry, sorry! Boo hoo!" Sparky mocked, "We wouldn't fight for you if we didn't enjoy it, so none of this sad sack stuff!"
"I'm actually glad you lost," Calcine said as she moved to soap up Brandy's tangled hair. The short red spikes loved to become a bird's nest any chance they got.
There was an awkward pause. Calcine took a long time to realize what she had just said.
"Because it'll force you to improve," she added quickly. "Not because I enjoy seeing you lose. I just want you to win through more than perseverance and quick thinking."
"Calcine's being mean to me," Brandy mumbled into Sparky's hair, hugging the Joltik closer and squeezing the underside of her breasts. "She doesn't believe in me anymore, Sparky."
"Wow!" Sparky gasped, rolling her shoulders back against Brandy affectionately. "Calcine, that's horrible. I can't believe you're a glory chaser."
"That's not what I meant, and you both know it!"
Brandy squirmed to pull away from Calcine's hands as they rubbed soap into her hair. Calcine got a hand around the pair of them and mercilessly rubbed Brandy's hair until Brandy was left crying with laughter. Sparky bobbing below her, seemingly happy to enjoy all the extra rubbing from the twitching trainer.
"All right, all right!" Brandy squealed. "No more Rock hand rubs! I believe in you. I'll do better!"
"Darn right you will," Calcine said, flicking soap flecks at the furiously giggling Sparky. She just got a tongue poked back at her. "I didn't pick a quitter."
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Brandy picked at a hole in her shirt sleeve as they returned to the Gym's entrance. Between Calcine stealing her clothes and the drag-down battles she was getting into, she'd already run out of clothes that didn't have some battle damage.
"I know I'm not meant to mope, but no Pokébucks will be a problem. I can't just walk around everywhere naked."
"Well, actually, " Sparky started.
"I don't want to walk around everywhere naked." Brandy cut in before she could finish, "I need new clothes!"
"The ones you got aren't bad. They'll last a little while longer." Calcine said. Annoyingly, the shirt she'd stolen off Brandy was in a far better state than the one she was wearing. That hardly seemed fair. She may need to see if she could get one of Calcine's sports bras to fit. Or raid a few charity boxes and hope she didn't come out looking like an old pair of curtains.
Maple's human mother, Willow, was waiting by the entrance, just as she'd promised. She was smoothing her lab coat nervously as Brandy came over, which just felt odd. Brandy didn't really have much interaction with Willow growing up. She'd worked out she was a very serious and focused woman from the little Brandy had seen of her. Pretty much the opposite of her own researcher mother. Maybe that's why she'd never really seen them get together.
"We're done!" Brandy tried to put some cheer in her voice. She felt a lot more mellow after her partners had cheered her up. All the money problems swirling around her head would not let her come out of there full of smiles. She'd really been banking a lot on clearing this Gym first shot.
Willow adjusted her glasses, tucking a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear as she looked over at the trio. "Before you go, I'd like to remind you to not discuss the test with anyone. The format will change at the end of the month, and then you'll be free to tell your stories about it." Willow said, all serious. The tension in her eyes gave her away. She was eager to rush through this part, but too darn professional to allow herself the expediency.
"We won't!" Sparky said, "We're raring to come back and try again soon. Not going to get ourselves blacklisted."
"Good. I still recommend the Starter Course if you'd like to prepare more for it."
"No, thank you," Brandy said. "It's a nice offer, but if I do anything more today without some food and a nap, I'm going to collapse."
"Ah," Willow fidgeted with her clothes. "Be that as it may, I have a request of you. It won't require much physical effort, I promise. Could you go talk to my daughter? Maple is at The Poke-center still, and I think talking to someone going through the same journey she is may get through to her better than myself."
"Well, we're not exactly. I mean..." Brandy flailed as she tried to express how Maple was about as enjoyable to hang around with as licking a Persim Berry for Brandy. It was impossible, you couldn't tell someone's mom that.
"In good spirits? I understand. It isn't easy to lose."
"No! Uh..." Brandy's thoughts flail in anger as she throws away a perfect excuse.
Calcine stepped in, giving Willow a polite curtsey. "Brandy's just a little awkward with her words. Don't worry. We'll help her through it."
Willow breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. She's usually so driven. It will be good to see her return to normal."
Still stun locked, Calcine and Sparky drag the shocked Brandy out with some hurried goodbyes.
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The Pokécenter was busy. A few groups of trainers were getting their Pokémon treated after intense battles. The rest were there for recovery after some equally fierce loving. But for Trainers, usually their days weren't as active as Brandy's had been lately. Most were here for a quick drink or something to eat on their travels, clustered around the corner tables, all chatting amongst themselves. It was a thrill for Brandy just getting to see so many Pokémon in one spot. Brandy had gotten kicked out of the Pokécenter her fair share while growing up trying to sneak looks. It felt almost heretical to be coming in for a good reason.
"I'd like to queue to add in Lapidary's name," Calcine said, gesturing to a queue that was in danger of sprawling back out the center's front doors. "Will you be okay to go see Willow with Sparky?"
"You signed us up for this!" Brandy huffed. "No bailing!"
"Yes, I accepted this task because it was the right thing to do, and I didn't want to hold off on getting Lapidary her name any longer." Calcine said, "You're going to tell Maple you already partnered with two Pokémon. I don't think you'll hate that as much as you act."
She had a good point, but bailing on them was still pretty cheeky.
"We could wait for you?"
"You could, but this place is heaving. I don't think you want to spend all day standing around."
She wasn't wrong. There was a massive crowd of people today. Maybe it was the nice weather? Or some kind of local accident? Brandy was pretty sure there wasn't a festival due for weeks yet. Looking over the crowd, she couldn't work out the reason easily. Mainly because she saw a tall bunny girl looking Pokémon with red-tipped ears and a sticky plaster over her nose. Brandy was lost internally, screaming at how cute they were.
"Standing around with you two isn't so bad. I would love that. We need to bond after all," Brandy said, staring at the cute Pokémon.
Sparky looked between the two, panic in her glowing blue eyes. Brandy felt her anxiety flow up along the bond and reached to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Or... you're excited to get home?" Brandy guessed
"You owe me so much quality time! You put it off anymore, and I'll web you up and drag you back to your bed."
"I'll help with the dragging," Calcine nodded. "Sparky's put up with a lot. Don't push your luck, making her wait any longer. You can admire people's ears tomorrow."
Brandy blushed, caught! "Sorry! I am really thankful for all you did. Okay, okay, we'll go without you. But I still think you're a sneak for setting me up like this."
"That's a lovely compliment. I enjoy being smart," Calcine said, beating her chest.
"Not a compliment!"
Sparky used her handhold to swing Brandy's arm, skipping to pull her off. "It's okay to suck at insults, Brandy! You're good at sucking other things."
"Hey! How come I have to improve, and you both still get to be awful to me!" Brandy yelped as she dragged off.
"Character building," Calcine called after her. "Be nice to Maple now, or I'll be disappointed in you!"
Right. Maple. Time to do a good deed for the completely undeserving.
Character building sucks!
Chapter 22: A Taste of Maple
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Pokémon Centers aimed to be a one-stop place for services that helped facilitate the bonds between Pokémon and Humans. The dining areas were often a popular date spot for when people were too tired to be creative about it but still wanted to take people out for a treat. Brandy had always wondered what the little slices of cake they sold tasted like, but her Poké-mom had always told her she'd find out when she was older. It hardly seemed fair that she was older and still didn't know.
Stores set up inside sold useful accessories for Trainers and Pokémon alike. Brandy was still excited to drag Calcine and Sparky into them when she had some money. Her supplies were in a pretty sorry state. She only had one Binding Ball and a half-empty bottle of Repel spray. She probably should have been a little more judicious when using the spray, as the Goldeen she'd squirted while bathing was probably still washing most of it out of her mouth.
Her destination today was probably the most common reason a Trainer had to enter the Pokémon Center. The comfy private bedrooms were for people who'd overdone it. All it took was a press of a call button on the Pokédex, and the Center would send someone to pick them up. Pokémon were good about doing it, mainly because it was the easiest way to get a Failed Capture recorded against their name. Some even took pride in it and competed to drive their numbers up with each other. However, Brandy was hoping she wouldn't run into anyone that aggressively strong yet, or she might end up like Maple.
Poor Maple. Brandy was almost sure her former classmate had deliberately sought the strongest Pokémon near their hometown to be her first Partner. Though the prissy woman had very much gotten the fucking she deserved, it was hard not to feel bad for her. No Trainer wanted to be put in the Center on their first attempt to capture something. It was the sort of thing you'd tease a friend about, but for it to actually happen? Rough.
Sparky was thankfully on their best behavior, standing back with hands politely crossed before her as Brandy caught the attention of the Pokémon manning the reception desk for the Rest Area. Brandy was usually fantastic with identifying Pokémon types, but this one eluded her. Beady crystalline blue eyes peeked out from the shadow cast by her massive yellow shell. The shell wasn't the usual Turtle shape but more like a giant ladybug, made of yellow geometric triangles patterned with blue dots. The eyes made her think a bug type, but Brandy couldn't believe someone inclined to mischief would be trusted to man a quiet desk.
She knew all the pure bug types, so they probably had a second typing that mellowed them out, just like how Grass had dampened Honeycrisp's domineering Dragon spirit some.
"Hi," Brandy said, trying to hush her voice like she was in a library. "Maple Haze's mother sent us to visit her. I'm an old classmate?"
Those crystal blue eyes looked at her, and Brandy felt like a breeze had run over the inside of her head, a weird sensation that made her rub her eyes and shake her head.
"Oh, sorry!" the yellow-shelled receptionist said, "I have to scan people to make sure they're not trying to sneak in to make matters worse."
"That happens a lot?" Sparky said, ears pricked up; now, some saucy talk was on the table.
"Constantly," the receptionist sighed. "Often from the same Pokémon that put them in here. We're all for encouraging relationships here, but we only have so many beds. I like my guests walking out under their own power!"
"Just friends!" Brandy said, crossing her heart. "I mean, uh..."
"Don't worry dear, I know your intentions are pure." the receptionist tapped a finger over her mouth, a quick sign she could keep a secret that flooded Brandy with relief. "Maple's been in a terrible mood, and she needs someone who can shake a little sense into her."
"I wouldn't have thought it'd be me! I saw what happened."
"Mercury got to her, we know," the receptionist nodded, her shell shining as it caught the lights overhead. Brandy was into a lot of Pokémon, but this one had a more reassuring edge to her. Maybe for people who were a little nervous? Or just wanted a perfect companion who respected their boundaries. Psychic made sense there. They understood people the best, even if some, like Mercury, used it to be real terrors.
Sparky bounced on her heels upon hearing the name. "Yeah, Mercury is a big deal. She used to tell me about her fights."
"You're friends with her?" the receptionist asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Pfff, no way! I was someone she could brag to, and, well, admittedly, they were some really cool brags. I doubt she'd even remember my name." Sparky shrugged, content with her place in the world.
"A shame. It would be nice to know more about her." the receptionist took a keycard out of an enormous pile of them on her desk. How in Arceus' name she knew which was which, Brandy had no idea, as they all seemed the same to her eye. "Take this. She's in room sixteen. Make sure to hand it back in after you're done, and please, no sex."
"Absolutely not," Brandy nodded, agreeing far too quickly.
"Oh, trust me, I'm used to no sex by now," Sparky huffed, putting her arms around Brandy. "Come on then, my ever-teasing Trainer!"
"I'm not that bad!"
"No lying to receptionists, only good deeds! Take away your needy Partner to another thankless task."
Brandy had to drag Sparky behind her for a bit until she got sick of it and pushed her up against a wall, giving the Joltik a kiss that made her fur sparkle with electricity. Sparky really picked up the pace after that.
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"Mom, not right now!" Maple called through the door as Brandy ran her card over the lock, and it beeped, leaving her standing there torn up with panic like she'd just been caught breaking into Maple's house.
"I'm not your mom?" Brandy said each word, filled with more awkward nerves than the last, slowly turning the handle to the room. "It's okay. I'm a friend."
"I don't have any friends!" Maple shouted.
Well, that's just sad.
"I can fix that!" Sparky said, pushing Brandy through the door.
Maple was sitting on her bed with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a big pink blanket wrapped around her to form a small burrow, eyebrows raised as she watched Brandy tumble in with a Joltik right on her tail.
"Holy shit, you are pretty!" Sparky gasped as she saw Maple on the bed, "I mean ... hi!"
Great start. Thanks, Sparky.
Brandy gave Maple an apologetic look, running a hand through her spiky red hair and gripping her neck. "Hey, Maple, we were in class together?"
"Yes. I remember," Maple said, voice sharp as she gave Sparky some vicious side-eye. Brandy had to admit Sparky wasn't wrong, though. When they'd last seen her, Maple was half covered in mud and still rolling off the highs of multiple orgasms from a big dicked Galar Rapidash. More composed, her blonde hair fashioned into long rolling waves and her skin clear and smooth, highlighted artfully with just a touch of makeup, she was back to her usual standards. A refined and powerfully hot look that made Brandy just awkward and gawky being around her.
"Well, uh, wanted to come to see you. Saw you had a rough time out there and uh... uh..." Brandy faltered, her heroic deed already running afoul of the fact she just really didn't know how to talk to someone who'd treated Brandy more as a rival than a person and one Maple had happily crushed mercilessly in every test and activity.
"My mother sent you," Maple said, pulling the pink cover around her as she shied back into its depths.
"Yeah. Sorry." Brand said, "Even so, I wanted to see you. I mean, you were top of our class!"
"Much good it did me," Maple looked past Brandy to Sparky. "See I wouldn't even rate above the bottom now."
Sparky gave her a wave. "Nonsense, you're way hotter than Brandy."
Brandy glared at Sparky, but the Joltik ignored her to keep up the compliments. "You got a way better figure. Brandy's tall, which is hot, but she's got no curves yet."
"I swear you keep bringing that up. I'll put you in the ball and drop it in a river."
"And she's so mean to me! Listen to her, just absolutely vicious."
Strangling Sparky would prove her point, but that neck looks really grippable right now. It was cheering Maple up a little, though, just the glimmer of a smile on the edge of her lips. Maybe Sparky was doing this on purpose, or more likely, doing this on purpose while also finding an excuse to embarrass the hell out of Brandy.
"Nice try. Brandy's not mean," Maple said, "Daydreamy and a terrible coursework partner, but she's good."
Oh yeah, their shared project on Bonding Relations that Brandy had somewhat gotten lost researching, and Maple had needed to come over and watch her write it all down in a mad rush. To be fair to Maple, she hadn't been mean to Brandy. She just got really intense about anything that might possibly drop her grades, and that thing had just happened to be Brandy.
"We got an A! I wasn't that bad."
Maple snorted. "I got an A. You got lucky I was your Partner."
"Okay, fair. You are great at that stuff." Brandy admitted. No way she'd get a lie past these two. "I didn't want to come in and tell you how clever and pretty you were, though."
"Yes, I'm aware you don't like me."
"That's... that's not fair." Brandy faltered, again unwilling to even try to lie. Much as she had something to lord over Maple, now it just didn't really feel right. The Gym had wanted to teach her to look after others' feelings, and kicking her when she was down would make Brandy a heel. "I just never really got the chance to like you?"
"We were in school for a year together."
"Yeah! And you are super into school. Like, really into it," Brandy said. "Admit it! I offered to hang out, but you only cared about studying."
Maple took a sharp breath and didn't answer her question, looking instead to Sparky. "Why did you pick Brandy?"
"She seemed fun? I don't plan much, really. Brandy's clever."
"Really?" Maple said incredulously, a tone Brandy really didn't appreciate.
"Yeah! Not like, book clever. She's kind of an idiot there."
"You two aren't allowed to bond over how dumb I am." Brandy said, giving Sparky's side a poke, "Stick to the nice things!"
"She's quick! Adapts to things fast and rolls with the punches. Too dumb to quit."
"I don't think that's nice," Maple laughed, rolling her head back to shake some of her covers off. She was smiling now, and it was an annoyingly pretty smile. Brandy had wanted to cheer her up, but not this way!
"It's super nice!" Sparky said, giggling as Brandy poked her even more mercilessly. "Too dumb to quit is just what you call determination!"
"I'd recommend not catching a Bug Type first. They're the worst," Brandy hissed. "Electric too, just bad."
"I'll bear that in mind," Maple said, shuffling into her seat. "But you saw what Mercury did, and I like to think I'm determined, quick-witted, and smart."
"Gosh, so modest, too," Brandy said bitterly. "You're smart. You know Mercury is out of your league!"
Maple looked at her popcorn, picking up a piece and rolling it between her fingers.
"I should have been able to handle it."
"Psh, Mercury missed out. You're cool," Sparky said, hugging Brandy. "That's the problem. Mercury doesn't want someone better than her, she wants ... uh... not really sure, but I know she'd hate being beaten."
"Well, she beat me anyway, easily," Maple said, taking a bite of popcorn and then offering the bowl to the pair. They took it as an excuse to grab a seat on the bed with her.
"We saw, and she didn't have it easy. I know Mercury. She's a beast! She can break a girl in minutes, but you made her sweat! Are you really gonna be upset you lost to the best? That's very ... actually, that is very Mercury. I get how you two match now."
"I should have been able to handle it."
"You handled it! Brandy took one look at Mercury's dick and ran for it."
"You did too!" Brandy huffed.
"Yeah, but she wasn't going to fuck me. Just telekinesis me into a pretzel."
"That sounds worse."
Sparky nodded. "Not fun at all. At least you'd get some orgasms out of it."
Maple snorted.
"A lot of orgasms? So many orgasms. Mercury might be rough, but she's generous,"
Maple's cheeks were going red. "Brandy caught a Pokémon already. I still need to start," she said quickly, changing the topic as she gripped her blanket. She hadn't hated the encounter as much as she was acting.
"Two, actually," Brandy said, trying to make it sound casual though the bragging was not as well disguised as she thought.
"No way"
Sparky nodded, cheeks already stuffed with popcorn.
"It wasn't easy, really. I have two partners, and I've barely understood what that means. It's all complicated, and I feel I learned little that'd be useful in school."
"You always were a daydreamer." Maple nodded.
"Point is," Brandy pushed on, not wanting to get into how bad at school she was again. "You'd be better than me at this if you set your sights maybe a bit lower? Don't get the strongest. Get someone you can help get an A?"
"You want to date me?"
"NO"
Maple smiled, rapping her fist on Brandy's head.
"You are as bad at cheering me up as you are at handing in your work. But thank you for trying."
"Actually," Brandy said, biting her bottom lip, "I have an idea. If you don't mind? I think someone I met would really be your speed."
"You're going to set me up with my first Pokémon? I don't need pity." Maple said, flicking a piece of popcorn at Brandy.
"And I'm not gonna. I'm just going to show you where they are. It's on you to fuck them real good!" Brandy said, snatching the popcorn out of the air with her mouth. Sparky gave her a thumbs up.
"I can see why you two are a match," Maple said, looking between the two. Brandy was pretty sure it wasn't a compliment, but she would take it as one. Her first Maple compliment. Maybe they'd become good friends!
Well. At least Maple might recognize her existence beyond a kind of dumb rock that went to school for some inconceivable reason, and that's still a step up.
Chapter 23: Open Crush
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Brandy had stuck around talking with Maple, telling her of her adventures so far, while Sparky shamelessly embellished it all. She wasn't about to say it out loud, but Maple was showing her the benefits of taking a loss to heart. Calcine probably had been right to say she was glad about it.
"I still don't believe Calcine is real," Maple says, fully coming out of her blanket shell to play with Sparky's fur. The shameless Joltik had thrown herself over Maple's legs so she could scratch into that mane. "It sounds a lot like those 'My Girlfriend in Alola' stories we'd tell in school."
"She's real!" Brandy waves to the door as if the mere existence of a world beyond it proves she has a cool rock girlfriend out there somewhere. "Oh wait, I can prove it!"
Brandy rolls up the bottom of her top, showing off her stomach. "See? Red hand marks from when she got too hot to handle."
Maple squinted at Brandy's stomach, tongue clicking. "Which red marks exactly?"
"Wah?"
Brandy looked at her stomach to see it'd gotten a criss-cross of red marks on it from all her time with the Wooloo pile on's and rolling in the flowers with Orchid and Calcine.
"She's actually dating ten Rock Pokémon. It's amazing she has time to do anything," Sparky said, arching her back as she tried to get Maple to scratch her neck. She's all but presenting her ass for Brandy to give a slap, and Brandy doesn't pass on the chance. A swift smack rings out in the room, and Sparky squirms and giggles madly. "Hey Maple, you want to see my red marks?"
"No!" Brandy nips in quickly. "We had one rule coming in here, and you're not breaking it."
"Maybe when I get a partner of my own, we can battle," Maple says, using her fingers to massage the smack.
Sparky melts in her lap, and Brandy is taking mental notes. Maple might have felt down about her skills, but Brandy wasn't so proud she couldn't admit the woman had talent in spades. "Ohohoho. Brandy, hold her to that. I want to battle her!"
"You might be too much for me. I'd have flashbacks to Mercury if you used this on me," Maple said, slipping a hand under Sparky's lap and sneaking in a squeeze on her crotch. All four of Pokémon's blue eyes shoot wide open as she gasps, body tensing up.
"Maple!" Brandy squeaks, only for Maple to give her a big grin. "You're terrible."
"And you need to take care of your Pokémon," Maple grins. "Just because you're ahead of me doesn't mean I'm going to let you slack off."
Brandy looks at Sparky and bites her bottom lip. It was awfully tempting, and there was no question she owed them.
Maple laughs as she sees Brandy's attention drift to Sparky's rear. "Not right now! Oh my, now I can see why you were such a daydreamer. Thoughts only for one thing."
"Pokémon real good," Brandy nods. "Oh, uh, speaking of. Are you okay with talking about Mercury? I was kind of curious."
Maple blushes, shying her head away. "That's an intense story. She's outstanding with her technique and forceful about making sure you know it. Sweeps you up and then just hits all the right spots effortlessly. Relentless too! After you all left me there."
"Bravely left you!" Sparky says, kicking her legs.
"Left me there," Maple says, punctuating each word with a pinch at Sparky's side, leaving the Joltik in another fit of giggles. "She kept going for what felt like hours. It probably wasn't, but I thought I could exhaust her by taking all she had to give. It wasn't even close, I don't think. Why? You thinking of taking a run at her?"
"Me? Bugs are actually strong against Psychic." Brandy says, tapping her chin with a finger thoughtfully.
"Can't read our minds so good," Sparky says, "But she's Fairy too, so I don't get much advantage at all. Everyone forgets that about her because she's so imperious! Not that it'd matter, she's chewed up Steel types. You're being lazy if you think Type Advantage will win every fight for you. It's just an edge."
"You said she chews up pros for fun," Maple says. "I know she fucks like a pro. I'd love to have her, but she's out of my league. Out of both of our leagues."
"Someday though..." Brandy says, still not quite ready to let the idea go.
"I'll race you for her," Maple says, rolling Sparky off her lap and back onto Brandy's. "Take your cute partner and shoo now. I'll come to find you tomorrow. I have to apologize for some things I said to my mothers." Maple settles back onto her bed, fluffing up her pillows before laying back on them. "But I will take you up on your offer for a battle tomorrow. I'll tease you if you've picked me a poor match."
"Two mothers? Don't you mean your mom and your Poké-mom?" Sparky says, and Brandy can see that dreaded mischievous smile form.
"What?" Maple raises an eyebrow. "Poké-mom? Who says that?"
Brandy claps a hand over Sparky's mouth and slides her off the bed as the Joltik muffles in her hand. "No one. No one says that." Brandy says, tussling with Sparky. The muffling gets louder as she edges Sparky to the door. "See you, Maple!"
"Brandy! Do you call her your Poké-mom?" Maple says with obvious amusement.
"It's been lovely! BYE!"
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Sparky was gnawing on her hand when they got back to the main center, taking her time to chew along Brandy's fingers and tease the fingertips before going back down again. Sparky's teeth were pointier than a human, but it didn't hurt. Actually, it was nice to be treated to some playful bites oddly. Brandy let Sparky chew away as she stood on tiptoes, trying to spot Calcine.
The place was packed, and as tall as Brandy, there were a lot of bigger Pokémon. Calcine was lost in the sea of wings, big fluffy tails, and bulky shells. Why was it so packed here, anyway? This seemed crazy even by a Poké-center's standard. Sparky stuck close as she tried to push through the crowd to find Calcine.
Sparky was eventually pressed right onto Brandy, stopping her chewing to hold on tight. "I wanted a squeeze, but this is a bit much!"
Brandy agreed. This place was becoming a crush zone. One nurse was on top of the desk, hiding under the wing of an owl Pokémon with a face made for death stares. The owl was swatting away anyone who tried to get closer with a glowing purple barrier.
Reflect! Brandy knew that move, and it looked handy too. She wished she had it herself as Sparky darted around her nimbly to avoid getting underfoot of anyone.
"Please!" the nurse, protected by the owl, said, using her Pokédex to amplify her voice. "We've time to check everyone, but not if you rush! Please be sensible!"
For all her efforts, plenty wasn't being sensible, scrambling and tussling to get closer to the desks. They bounced Brandy off them, Sparky using her webs to swing around the more giant Pokémon and meet back up with her as she pinball'd around.
Eventually, Brandy stopped herself by grabbing onto a huge fox tail and struggling with it as she apologized to the owner. But the press of people was pretty bad, and every move to extract herself had her bumped right back into the crowd. The tail owner was a Pokémon with a blank bandit mask-style marking over her eyes. She gave Brandy an exasperated sneer and flicked her tail, sending Brandy up and over the crowd.
She saw Sparky shooting bandit mask right in the face with some electric webs as she soared up over the crowd with a wail.
"I got you!"
Brandy hit the unknown voice dead on, landing in something soft. Her vision suddenly turned bright green and washy, like she'd opened her eyes at the bottom of a pool. She tried to move, but something resisted, only a tiny pocket of air by her mouth, the only place she didn't feel the press of something on her. Someone got her hands around her, hugging her as she felt that pressing softness roll over her skin, and then her vision came flooding back as she came free.
Shaking herself as she felt everything about her decompress from the squeeze, the woman with her arms around her turned her around, looking up at Brandy with a concerned expression. "Are you okay, miss? Are you hurt?"
"Y-Yes... I'm fine, thanks..." Brandy said shakily, flailing her legs to find a footing, but she wasn't on solid ground right now, so they just slapped at the mass behind her. She turned to look up to see what she'd run into even was and squeaked when she came face to face with a vast green jelly head. Bunny ears popped out the top of a head whose face was more a blobby suggestion. Brandy could even see the ceiling through it, though fuzzy and tinted.
"Boo!"
"Not now, Remi!" the woman called. She was just a regular-sized human, maybe a few years older than Brandy, with tanned skin and a blue baseball cap over some short-cropped brunette hair. She wore a blue and white striped dress that would have looked lovely on the beach, but indoors she looked silly. "Can't you tell you scared the poor girl?"
"Sorry, sorry!" The pokemon said, wiping a huge green jellied paw over her translucent face. "Can't help it sometimes! Just wanted to show I was friendly."
"You're a big teddy bear, I know, but do remember other people don't?" she said, with the exasperated tone of someone who'd had to explain it a lot. She looked at Brandy and hooked her legs in to help Brandy get a footing on the other hand of the giant green slime girl, the pair of them easily able to fit in her palm. "Sorry, hun, you looked like you needed some help. I'm Tanya. This is Remi. Do you want to wait here until people get their senses?"
Brandy was still struggling to find her sense of direction, but she quickly sobered up when she saw the struggling crowd. "Sparky, Calcine! My partners are in there!"
"Oh!" Tanya said, turning to look. "Well, you spot them, and Remi can grab them for you?"
Brandy bit her lip as she looked, but it was such a chaotic mess below that she didn't know where to begin. She had a few ideas of how to disable a lot of people, but if she opened up with attacks, she'd probably start a riot. She had to be smarter than that. Her bonds were no good. This many people together made the feelings all tangle up in her stomach.
"Sparky!" she yelled over the chaos, "Ceiling! Web on up!"
A crackling electric web shot up from the crowd, and Sparky swung it gracefully. Agility was on full display as she twirled around it like a pole dancer and stopped with her legs gripping the web, dangling down it as she hung in the air, flicking Brandy a salute.
"Can you see Calcine?" Brandy called over to her.
Sparky shrugged as she slowly spun on the rope. People were jostling it from below and tangling themselves up on it. Well, that was their silly fault, and Remi snagged Sparky out of the air, the Joltik attaching herself to Brandy once she was on the palm with them.
"Now this is cool, good find!" Sparky says as she bounces the ball of her feet against the soft jelly skin.
Think Brandy! Calcine is sensible. If things got messy, she would have gotten out of the way.
Brandy scanned the room's edges but didn't spot the coal-skinned Pokémon with stubby horns anywhere.
Had she gone outside completely? No, wait! Calcine's not just sensible. She's loyal too. She'd have pushed to get to Brandy to ensure she was safe before finding a safe spot.
"Can you take us over to the Rest Rooms?" Brandy called up to Remi. Now she got a good look at the giant slime girl, and she could see a core to her that was a bone white that looked an awful lot like a curled-up sleeping woman. As Pokémon sat on the weirdness scale, this was pretty up there, but Remi was being so helpful she didn't even feel creeped out.
"Aw, thanks! I try to be nice," Remi said, taking steps across the room.
Oh, right, Psychic. Oops.
Remi laughed as she took the three women in her hand across the room, just stepping right on top of people as she walked since her spongy slime body didn't do much more than trap people briefly.
As fast as their progress was, there was an edge of panic creeping into Brandy now. The crowd wasn't getting any less surly, and she'd left Calcine alone.
She'd never let her out of sight again if she'd gotten hurt!
Chapter 24: No Good Deed
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Everyone is going to be in so much trouble after this.
Brandy wanted to do it herself if the police didn't shake some sense into them. Remi had gotten her over to the wall leading to the Rest Area, and now she was trying to play a game of 'Where's Walrein?' with Calcine. The slime girl gave her an excellent perch to look down over the crowd, her partner Tanya sitting over the edge of the palm and looking down at her to pick them out.
"Can you swap her up, Remi?" Tanya called back.
"Sorry, Ma'am, but I'd need to spot her first," Remi said. Her voice was very chirpy and high-pitched for such a giant lady. "And I don't think I'd want to send one of you down there, anyway."
Sparky turned to wave up at Remi. "Can send me if you do! I can web my way back up pretty easy,"
"You do rescue work?" Brandy said as she watched the desk nurse getting frustrated with the crowd. She certainly didn't blame her. This was all ridiculous. "Ally Swap, I've heard, is really handy for saving people."
"You know your Moves!" Remi says face lighting up with excitement, "Tanya trains lifeguards. I help to make sure no one gets hurt doing it."
There is a punch thrown in the crowd and an angry hiss. Brandy snapped her round to see if it was Calcine, but it's just a tall Pokémon with a thick mane of fur and striped skin that'd slugged a Krabby. The claw of the crab girl had grabbed a woman and lifted her up in the air, the Trainer's legs kicking as the two argued with quick barking words before the lioness put her hands out in defeat and dropped her head. A misunderstanding, but still not a good sign.
"Do you have a Move to find people?" Brandy asked, fingers drumming on her arms with worry.
"No, sorry! I can do a lot to help once we know where someone is, but we're more rescue than search."
Darn! Brandy was getting an entire education today about the power of soft moves. However, Sparky's Agility had always come through for them, so she should have realized sooner how useful they could be.
"You're thinking the wrong way, hun," Tanya said to Brandy and then pointed at Sparky. "Can you spin us something to show Calcine where we are? She'll see us up here much easier than we can see her."
Brandy nods in approval. It was an excellent idea! That could be where Remi's size came in handy in Tanya's job. She was tough to miss.
"Showing off I can do!" Sparky said, taking a few steps forward and then lancing out a hand to shoot a web across the center's roof, arcing electricity and sending shadows flickering as it arced above. People turned up to look at her, and she gave a big wave and an even bigger grin.
"Watch this one!" She joined more web shots to the one above, spelling out her name in a spidery, disjointed pattern as the strands all tugged at each other.
"Sporby?" Remi said, eyes scrunched up in confusion as she looked at the webbing.
"Sparky! Some of those fiddly letters are hard to do, okay?"
They hadn't entertained the crowd, but they had confused it, and that was almost as good.
"Calcine!" Brandy yelled into the momentary hush. She blushed as many eyes looked at her. "Uh, sorry all. I just want to find my partner. I'm sure this is all very important!"
A thin needle-like projectile comes scything out of the crowd, slicing across Brandy's jaw. Immediately she's hit by a wave of nausea, stumbling on the hand and only caught from going over the edge by a quick web shot from Sparky. The Joltik raced over to drag her back as Brandy's vision began to swim and the world rocked around her.
"Poison," Brandy slurred. Poison types weren't deadly, but they could make a person drunk or worse, and they had a nasty streak. She felt like she was drifting underwater, sinking into Sparky's arms. Remi moved her hand higher to absorb a few more shots from below as Sparky pulled her back, looking at Remi with panic in her compound blue eyes.
"Don't worry," Remi said. "Poison doesn't work on me. If you can get them to stop, I can help her."
"Right!" Sparky stood up and spread her arm. "RIGHT. BUGS IT IS THEN"
Sparky spread her arms and let a rain of yellow-biting insects drift down into the room below, people rolling about to try to pick them off and return fire, but with Remi tanking the shots, there was very little anyone could do to stop her.
"Listen up!" Tanya yelled. Brandy clapped her hands over her ears, already swimming with strange sounds. Tanya could make her voice boom bigger than a Exploud. "The biting continues until you all behave."
Loud groans and squeals come up, but Tanya puts a hand on Sparky's shoulder to calm her. It seems people would rather behave than be mercilessly bitten by a Joltik infestation. "Could you stop a minute?"
"Yeah, cut it out Sporby!" a yell comes from below. "We surrender."
"Shut it, you!" Tanya said, leaning over Remi's palm to yell to the crowd. "You all should be ashamed of yourselves! Do you want to wait for the Police to come and knock your heads together until you calm yourselves? Or do you want to get in line properly?"
"No, really, what's Sporby?" someone called again.
Sparky raced over the hand's palm to point at them. "Oh, you are so de- Calcine!" she grinned. "You're still dead!"
Calcine hadn't got through the crowd to the Rest Area but ended up hidden behind the throng of people trying to rush the desks instead. She was acting as a body shield for a few women, looking nervous about all the Pokémon getting worked up around them, her shirt ruffled, and a few wisps of smoke curling out of her mouth. Curious, nothing about this should have turned Calcine on. Why was she all heated up?
The curved spots in Remi's green jelly face that passed for eyes glowed a bright white, and Sparky shimmered, leaving a blurring afterimage before it snapped back together to form the shape of the taller Calcine. She let out a held breath as the crowd below got back to jostling each other, though the energy seemed to have gone out of them under Tanya's glares from on high.
Calcine looked at Brandy and then wrapped her up in a crushing hug. Brandy found herself pressed to a warm skin and a heart beating so fast she could feel it pounding in Calcine's chest.
"I'm okay," Brandy said, voice small. The feeling of nervousness through their bond shook her, strong enough to bite through the hazy delirium of the poison coursing through her. "Hey, it's all good. We found you."
"I know," Calcine said, voice steady even if nothing else about her was. "Just got a little worried, is all. Everyone started raving about needing checking, and I couldn't find you. Then I saw you take a shot."
"I had Sparky. I was safe," Brandy said, nuzzling cheeks with Calcine. "She's a terror, but always had our backs."
"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to be there too. " Calcine's heat was sweltering. Brandy could feel beads of sweat forming on her head. Or was that from the poison?
"I love you, and I hate to ruin the moment." Brandy slurred, "But I feel like shit. Remi, can you fix me?"
"If people are calm, I can! It'll leave me a little open."
The screams of people still itching from Sparky's infestation rolled up in the air. The rest were getting lectured by Tanya like she had caught them with their head fully stuck in the cookie jar.
"I mean, they sound busy? I don't think we're going to get calm." Brandy leaned on Calcine, closing her eyes.
"Oh!" Tanya turned mid-rant. "Remi, take her outside. I'll help the staff get some order here. I'll send Sparky to you once I can get her to stop throwing bugs at people."
"Hah," Brandy said, drifting off to sleep in the warmth of Calcine's arms. "Good luck with that."
Chapter 25: Getting All Jelly
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Poison sleep was pleasant at first. It was like being submerged in Wooloo fluff, soft and warm, the skin prickling with sweat. Brandy, despite the name, had never actually gotten drunk, but she imagined it couldn't be far off this comfy feeling where everything seemed warmer and lighter on her skin.
But eventually, it changed into a strange dreamscape where she was staring up at the sky, looking at her own giant face with some kind of stupid grin on it. It ruined the mood, and she let out a long sigh, hoping her breath would blow away the image.
"Oh, hey! It worked. She's awake." Sparky said. The very real, very present Sparky said.
Brandy screamed.
"Oh, she's really awake!" Sparky cackled.
Brandy flailed her arms out at the giant Brandy, her arms shaking like her muscles couldn't quite keep them upright. "Sparky! Why am I big?!"
"Oh, sorry!" Giant Brandy said, her tone peppy, with a hint of bashful embarrassment. "It's me, Remi! I did an ability swap. Check out yourself!"
Brandy lay there instead, staring up at the sky. Rolling her head, she realized she was lying in Calcine's lap, the Rock Pokémon running a hand through her hair to soothe her. "It's fine," Calcine said, "You're well looked after"
Sparky hopped over to poke Brandy's sound, which did not help settle her head after seeing a giant version of herself. The finger made her skin ripple, feeling like Sparky had hit her with a quick blast of Water Gun.
"Yeah, come on," Sparky said, excited about seeing her reaction. "Check out the new you!"
Head still feeling groggy, Brandy shuffled her shoulders up, and her gaze couldn't help rolling over the giant version of herself. She'd never thought much of her appearance, but now she had no choice but to take it all in; Brandy had to admit it wasn't that bad. Brandy might be tall, ridiculously so now. Still, she'd always thought of herself as lanky as growing up. The push into adulthood had helped fix some problems with being tall, filling her out, so she looked more sporty than a bamboo stalk.
Maybe she could pick up some of Calcine's muscle when she inherited from her, and it'd complete the sporty tomboy look. Or she could get Sparky's curves and become a bombshell instead. Brandy would not let her mom have the credit if she got curves. She'd waited for ages to inherit those and got nothing! Even as a colossus, she had little to look at there.
Also, she had holes in her pants that someone should have told her about! She'd have to review her own ass if it got any worse. She really needed some new clothes badly.
"I don't think she meant to check out Remi," Calcine said, giving Brandy's hair a ruffle, "Though we have all enjoyed checking her out. Look down a bit more."
Brandy felt the bite of frustration that they were dragging this out, but she squirmed her shoulders to get higher to look down at her body. It all looked fine? She took a breath, and something was off about it. Then Sparky raised both hands above her head and smacked them down on Brandy's stomach, and her whole body rippled like Sparky had dropped a massive rock into a pond.
"Ah, what the fuck!" Brandy squeaked, "Sparky!"
"Slime Girl Brandy! You're like a Pokémon now. That's so cool, right?" Sparky gave her another smack, the ripples flowing out over her body to meet the ones coming back and making everything shake. "I could do this all day."
"Stop, stop, stop... Remi, what do you call this?"
"Foreplay?" the giant Brandy said with a shrug.
"No! Sparky, stop splashing me. It tingles!"
Sparky looked at Brandy as if he was mad, raising her arms again for another slap. Brandy shot her hand out and rubbed it all over Sparky's face, the downright strange feeling of fingers that weren't quite solid and weren't quite liquid mussing over the Joltik's face. It sent Sparky spluttering, clawing at Brandy's hand to get her to stop, but to no effect, as her hands just sunk right into the flesh. Being slapped felt weird, but this was worse, a shot of intimate contact more intense than a kiss, and Brandy felt her cheeks heat until Sparky threw her head back to take a gasping breath.
"Okay, okay! Don't drown me in Brandy," Sparky coughed. "I mean, unless you want to use your thighs? Then maybe."
"It's Remi's Ability Swap," Calcine said, lips tight as she tried to avoid smiling at Sparky's antics. "She's swapped her body traits with you briefly,"
Brandy raised her hand and flexed her fingers. It all felt normal to her until she touched something else, and then her body had some give to it, letting things pass through. She passed her fingers through each other and shared a yelp at the feeling of it, Remi laughing from above.
"Yeah, humans find it hard to deal with! But it's a lot of fun. Tanya loves it when I use it and-"
"Body traits?" Brandy says in a rush, cutting off Remi before she gives Sparky ideas. "That the same as abilities?"
"Oh my god, did you learn anything at school?" Sparky groaned.
"Yes! I wasn't that bad. I just didn't dive into the fine details of Ability Swap, is all."
Remi held out her hand, which was Brandy's hand also, and Brandy was happy she'd gotten that shower after the gym. She wasn't sure she could cope with a giant Brandy who looked like Orchid and Calcine had fucked her through several flowerbeds.
"So my body can bounce anything that isn't a physical punch." Remi said, "If I swap that with you, then all that poison in you can't do anything. No blood to mess with!"
"I don't have blood?!"
"Yeah, it's cool, right!" Remi said, beaming manically. "I got it right now, and it's so noisy. I feel like that time I got stuck in a washing machine once."
"I..." Brandy stopped, narrowing her eyes at Remi. How in Arceus' name would someone that big get stuck in a washing machine?
Remi blushed and looked away. Oh, right, it was probably a sex thing. Slime girls seemed very complicated to deal with.
"She's even more fun to make blush when she's big," Calcine said, padding her fingers over Brandy's cheek. The contact was a distracting drumbeat of sensation as her fingertips sunk into her skin.
"No secondhand teasing of me. Remi's been really helpful." Brandy looked up to Remi, mind buzzing with questions about this ability. "So you could give me Sparky's eyes. Or Calcine's heat-powered speed?"
"Yeah," Remi nodded. "It's a great team ability and very handy for when I'm helping Tanya look after her trainees. There's always someone who'll somehow land on a Qwilfish, and you know Poison types, they just love to be mean."
Brandy nodded, batting at Calcine's probing hands to try to keep them back. Not that she had the force to push her right now. "Very familiar! Why we're in this situation. Ugh, I don't get why anyone would want to date a mean Pokémon."
Sparky snorted, Calcine biting her bottom lip as she looked down at Brandy. Her orange eyes glowed brighter briefly in a flash of amusement.
"What?" Brandy said, "What did I say?"
"You're so precious. We love you, Brandy," Calcine said, intertwining her fingers with Brandy's hand while Sparky rubbed her stomach. Brandy squirmed at the rippling feeling of it all.
Sparky kept up the rubbing, grinning at Brandy's reaction. "Maybe we could find Mercury. I bet she could get Brandy to like a mean Pokémon."
"No!" Brandy snapped. "We'll help Maple tomorrow, and then we'll take it easy. I got a slime body, and I still feel exhausted."
"Take it easy? So Date?" Calcine said, voice hopeful.
"Oh! It's going to rain tomorrow, and I always find that romantic. But maybe it's just how it feels on my skin," Remi said. "Maybe you could curl up somewhere cozy and listen to it?"
"Date!" Sparky agreed. "You're so good to us."
Brandy hadn't agreed to any of this, but she was outnumbered and outsized. "We're still broke."
"I'll pay," Calcine said. "They give you a little money for handing in new names. I got Lapidary registered before the fighting all broke out."
"Really?" Brandy said hopefully.
"If you beg, you can have some,"
Brandy puffed her cheeks. Like hell she was begging for it. Calcine pinched her puffed-out cheeks and her fingers sinking into them made Brandy moan in a way that got everyone looking at her with eager eyes.
"Not a chance, you horndogs," Brandy said fast before they pounced on her. "Remi's way too big and way too me right now, and I want a meal and a warm bed before I'll be up for anything."
"Tanya likes it," Remi said, leaning down to put her elbows on either side of Brandy, towering about her with a smug expression. Brandy hadn't thought about what she looked like while trying to be sexy, and she was realizing she was more powerful at it than she'd given herself credit for. Her voice was a low roll that rumbled at just the right pitch to really do it for Brandy. "You think I'm too big, but you'd be surprised what a slime body can take."
Slime bodies clearly couldn't sweat because Brandy would create a small lake right now if they could. "Well, maybe..."
All three of them burst into laughter, Sparky raising her hands high in victory.
"I told you she'd go for it! I won!" Sparky said triumphantly.
"I thought she'd be too tired." Calcine said, "Clearly, I underestimated her."
"What?" Brandy asked, mind spinning at the sudden shift in mood.
Remi poked a giant tongue out at her. "They bet if you'd fall for me like this, I thought it'd be a bit too much for you."
"Oh, fuck you guys!"
"Haha, exactly!" Sparky giggled. "Usually, the Trainer has to keep the Pokémon in line, but you're worse than us!"
Brandy ducked her head, frowning at them. Which just seemed to amuse them further as she sulked.
This wasn't fair at all! Could she help she was hot while a giant? No. Could she help that Pokémon were all wicked hot? No!
"Not that I'm trying to change the subject," Brandy said, trying to change the subject. "But what exactly happened in The Poke-center? Why did everyone lose it?"
"Bond scare," Calcine said. "Rumor going around that a group has found a way to mess with Bonds, and everyone was rushing in to make sure theirs were okay."
"Oh shit, really?" Brandy said, eyes wide. It could take years for a Trainer to build up Bonds. Brandy had barely started, and she already felt she'd put tremendous effort into it. Losing a few days of work would have devastated her. For people who'd been doing it for months, maybe even years? No wonder there was a panic.
"Just rumor," Remi said. "People freak out about something every year. Last year someone claimed they'd gotten pregnant with a weak Bond, and everyone was freaking out about that. It turns out they were just a pair of huge idiots who didn't realize how much they'd grown to love each other."
Brandy could understand that, too. Having a kid was a big deal and usually took an unshakable relationship. She knew her mothers were ridiculously sappy with each other when they were together. And loud, annoyingly, persistently loud.
"So people started fighting because the center wasn't checking them?"
Remi shrugged. A big shrug that Brandy took some notes on; she should shrug harder more. It made things move that could distract quite nicely. "They're not really able to handle big rushes like that, and people panicked. You know how it is when Bonds tangle up. A minor panic can become a lot."
Brandy bit her lip. Wait a minute. "So if you had a lot of Pokémon fighting you, for example, you could use the Bond to influence them?"
"I guess! If you were really strong about your emotions with them or got them interested in you going at someone else! We have to be careful when training new swimmers to not let them panic, else it can bounce around enough that no one can think straight. Then Tanya has to yell at them."
Well, wasn't that interesting? Maybe she'd learned something for her repeat Gym Battle already.
"Thanks, Remi, for turning me into slime and everything else."
"Anytime! And I mean, anytime, you're cute, and I'd love to lap my tongue right i-"
"Thanks, Remi!" Brandy yelled again, a little louder. "We'll pay you back sometime."
Remi giggled. "I'll hold you to it. Tanya can show you all a good time, I'm sure."
Brandy was a little worried about exactly what that would entail exactly. She'd learned much about Tanya from this talk, but at least now she knew why someone would date a giant slime girl. She would not survive a good time with that person.
"Okay, drag me to bed." Brandy said, flexing a hand out to Calcine. "Uh, after I get my blood back. No offense, Remi, but this is weird."
"You're weird," Remi said, and Sparky and Calcine nodded in agreement.
"Ganging up on me! Jeez, Pokémon really do stick together."
"Oh yeah," Sparky said, nuzzling Brandy's side as she stood up. "We're doing a lot of sticking together tonight. You owe me. You owe me big. Bigger than Remi, big."
Brandy looked up at the giant version of herself and gulped. Maybe tonight wouldn't be the peaceful rest she'd hoped for.
Chapter 26: Full Circle
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It'd been nice to have two shoulders to lean on to get home. Brandy might have some of that Pokémon stamina in her blood, but even that had limits, and she'd pushed them far beyond reason today. Dragged back into her home like a drunk who'd forgotten which leg was which, her Poké-mom was there, ready to pat her head and try to tease out the details of how her gym battle had gone.
"I can't tell you! Really!" Brandy said, blushing as she leaned over the kitchen table. Remi had done work getting rid of the poison, but Brandy had spent just enough time in her slime body that touching things was confusing; now she was back in her old one. Her mom didn't seem to care. Looming over Brandy, her enormous moth wings fluttering behind her as she tried to wrap her daughter in a hug. Brandy wanted to resist it, but it was hard to fight comfy moth hugs at the best of times, and she was absolutely bushed right now.
"Just a hint." Scoria finally got a grip and pulled Brandy back into a bug hug, and Brandy's arms flailed out of the grip as Scoria smothered her with love.
"You're friends with Lea, invite her to tea and ask her yourself!"
"Oh, I will! I can make her talk."
Brandy groaned. That was almost a lie. When her Poké-mom had a cute human guest over, they were much louder than just talking. This house needed thicker walls.
"I'll get in trouble if I tell you, mom! I lost, but I learned from it, is all I can say. You got to wait till the next season for more!"
Sparky waved a hand in the air, their chair wobbling as she vibrated with excitement. "Oh, I learned a lot too! I can't wait to share."
"Well, you could now?" Calcine asked, all casual, but Brandy could tell she was dying to know what Sparky had gotten up to with Lea and Honeycrisp. Calcine wasn't sitting with the rest but watching the oven go as it cooked a pasta bake for them all. Brandy was pretty sure she'd have hugged the oven if she thought she could get away with it with dignity intact.
"Nah, I want to show, not tell," Sparky said, blowing Brandy a kiss. "It'll be worth the wait, though. Trust me."
"It's always good to see what surprising things you can do. When Fenny was doing Gym's she used me as a barbecue for one. I think it was some kind of trust test? Or was it creativity?" Scoria said, tapping her chin. The white fur mantle drifted back and fore as she puffed out hot air while she thought.
"Wouldn't that make the food all ... mothy tasting?" Brandy said, surprised she hadn't heard this story before.
"Oh, with what they'd been doing with their mouths beforehand, that wasn't a problem."
"Aw! Mom! Gross!"
"You're old enough to talk about sex now! It's fine."
"Yeah, and I will, but not with you!" Brandy hid her face in her hands. "You're unbelievable."
Calcine nodded. "Oh, I'm sure she is unbelievable. Perhaps you could give us some tips, Ma'am?"
"You are not getting sex tips from my mom! Absolutely not!" Brandy waved, trying to hide Scoria's face as her mother blushed at Calcine's praise.
Sparky leaned over the table, almost flat across it, as she stared intently at Brandy and her Poké-mom. "But she's such a wonderful source of info! Scoria, what's Brandy's Type? Is she more Bug or Fire?"
Brandy gave Sparky's legs a kick under the table, and with a giggle, Sparky kicked back. The two quickly got into a furious game of all-or-nothing footsie.
"Oh, Fire indeed. Brandy was never one for mischief. But her love for Pokémon is quite infamous. When we visited the school, they always talked about how she got too distracted during lessons to focus properly."
"Fire doesn't mean horny," Calcine said, warming her hands on the oven's passive heat. "Just passionate."
"Oh, that's true," Scoria nodded, blue eyes lit up with amusement. "But it is still more likely for a Fire Type to be like that, and I'm sure you've both noticed by now that Brandy can be quite fiery."
Brandy wished she had a slime body again. Then she could melt and escape this conversation down a drain somewhere. Her legs were all tangled up with Sparky's now, and while the Joltik had her trapped, she'd gotten ahold of Brandy's rucksack and was leafing through it. Brandy knew better than to ask why, but she was sure it was some kind of mischief.
"She can be a little slow to spot things, but I think her feelings are unquestionable," Calcine said, getting to her feet and stretching. Her jet-black body had some of that sheen she got when she'd softened some. Brandy was happy to admire Calcine's arms as she leaned on the back of Sparky's chair. "She throws her all into things. It's nice to feel her get absorbed in taking us in."
"Yeah, it's good," Sparky said, rubbing her thighs against Brandy as she pulled something out of the bag. "She makes me feel good when she stares at my tits."
Scoria hides her laugh with a hand as Brandy glare at her.
"Thank you, Sparky, for agreeing with me in the worst possible way," Calcine said, patting the Joltik's head as she wiggled happily in her seat.
Scoria lets Brandy go from her smothering hug. "It's a small thing to find enjoyment simply from each other's attention, but that's a firm foundation to build on." She sighs. "Ah, to be young again. It was all so exciting!"
"Did Fenny get a lot of badges?" Calcine asked as Scoria went past her to check the oven. Sparky leaning around on her chair to watch her,
"Only three! She wanted to impress me more than do the full challenge like Brandy. Once I'd convinced her she impressed plenty without even a single badge, she gave it up." Scoria laughed as she opened the oven, handling the dish without needing oven mitts. It'd take more than an oven to burn a Volcarona's hands.
"It took three for her to notice?" Brandy said, "She said she did three because it's a nice number."
"You and she are very alike in some ways," Scoria said as the smell of tomatoes and pasta filled the air, making Brandy's stomach grumble. They'd never warned her the Trainer life would make her so hungry all the time. She'd have to remember to get a proper camp stove when she finally got some money. She doubted Calcine would be so willing to be used as a grill.
Calcine looked over Sparky's shoulder while her Poké-mom got to warming plates for the food, smiling and pointing to something Sparky had.
"What are you two conspiring about?" Brandy whispered over the table. Brandy leaned to look and saw the red edging of her Pokédex poking out from Sparky's hands.
"... did you ... did you dex my mom!" she squeaks. "You can't do that. Give me that!"
Brandy reaches over the table to grab her Pokédex back, but Calcine gets in the way while Sparky leans back, reading off the screen held up in the air above her.
"Did you know your mom can do Flame Wheel?" Sparky said, reading it out like she was revealing scandalous hidden truths.
"Yes! She does it for the night bonfire on All Heart's Day sometimes. It's pretty cool to see. It goes really high. Gimme that!" Brandy hisses, flexing her fingers.
"And she's six foot two?" Calcine said, the pair of them ignoring her grasping hand.
"Yes, duh. She's the same height as me!"
"Oh yeah, shit, you are really tall, huh?" Sparky laughed.
"Everyone's tall to you."
"O-hoo! Big talk from the flat titty Larvesta."
"When I get a pair, I'll smother you to death with them. Give it to me!"
Sparky stuck her tongue out at Brandy and went to continue reading before a loop of white string suddenly whipped the Pokédex out of her hand. It sailed through the air back to Scoria, who caught it in one hand as she finished ladling pasta onto the plates with the other.
"... that's my trick!" Sparky squeaked.
"I think you'll find it's mine. I've been around a lot longer." Scoria said, giving Sparky a big smile. "Good to know the youth have some skills."
"Well, well, I got electric webs. They're cooler!" Sparky returned, padding her hands together and letting electric webbing curl between her fingers.
"Naturally, Calcine and I are the hot ones." Scoria licked her finger and ran it through the air, leaving a small flame burning in the air before it petered out.
Sparky gawped at her like a fish out of water, eyes flicking between Scoria and Brandy. As if Brandy were going to save her from her own big mouth.
Sparky throws up her hands in defeat and leans back, head resting on Calcine's chest as she looks up at Calcine's curious orange eyes.
"I say we stick to messing with Brandy. Scoria's out of our league."
Calcine nodded. "Agreed. You can't handle her heat, and I don't want to know what Struggle Bug does."
Brandy knew from many sleepless nights precisely what it did, but there wasn't enough money anyone could have paid her right then to tell them that.
The pasta was pretty lovely. They'd shown mercy and not added spices for Sparky this time, and while it lacked something without the usual heat Brandy was used to, it was filling. By the end, she was ready to curl up somewhere cozy and just enjoy letting it settle. From the looks Sparky and Calcine were giving her, they had a similar plan with some key differences.
"Oh," Scoria said as she dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Will you all be sharing Brandy's bedroom? She doesn't have a very big bed,"
"Perfect," Sparky and Calcine said in unison, all but shooting out of their chairs as they came over to grab Brandy. Spilling thanks to Scoria as they dragged her off, her Poké-mom not even bothering to hide her amusement. What a shameless setup!
She could be loud as revenge if she dared. She had so much payback to give there.
Chapter 27: Just Desserts
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Sparky looked about Brandy's room for only a hot second before asking, "So, where's your actual bedroom?"
"This is it?" Brandy said, confused about where this was even going. Probably a joke.
"This? But it's so ... tidy," Sparky said, waving to a room that wasn't that different from any other woman fresh out of finishing school. A few posters, a single bed, and a desk with a few books piled up on the side. As normal as could be.
Brandy didn't have the energy to punch Sparky's arm for her cheek, so she just leaned in and nipped her neck instead, the Joltik rubbing heads as her body tensed up.
It was a very tidy bedroom, not because Scoria had a few days to clean it. Brandy had always kept her home neat, mainly because if she didn't, there were consequences, and her Poké-mom got creative with punishments. Probably her bug nature finding a healthy way to express itself. Scoria wasn't really a ball of mischief like Sparky was. She saved her teasing for the mothers of Turrfield, though that just made Brandy wonder if she was like Sparky, only teasing people she fancied. Or was she more restrained because she was older? It was hard to imagine Sparky ever being restrained.
Calcine was examining the posters on her walls. Brandy really wished she'd had the forethought to take them down now.
"You're a big Arawn and Caral fan?" Calcine said as she looked at the Meowstic and Kubfu posters, the pair of them in a twin embrace with a Red-Capped Trainer who was blushing so hard the skin blended into the hat. It was an infamously sappy team romance book series, about as basic as you could get. They'd tried to make a few movies of them, and they'd all been terrible, mainly because they'd cut all the juicy kissing stuff out to focus on the plot, and who was reading those books for the plot?
"I thought they were cute, yeah." Brandy said, then gave Calcine a smile. "I mean, now I know there's way cuter Pokémon out there."
"Cute?" Sparky giggled and slid her hands under the edge of Brandy's top, sneaking it up as she pattered her fingers over Brandy's stomach. "Yeah, I'm sure that's why you liked it."
"Hey, I was very innocent," Brandy said. "You can't prove otherwise."
"Uh huh," Calcine said as she inspected the other posters. "And what about this one?"
She pointed to a poster on the opposite side of the room from the one with Arawn and Caral. This poster had a much taller woman on it, muscled with shark teeth and slicked-back hair, grinning madly as she lay back, floating in sparkling water. She wore a blue and white bikini, and 'wore' was a very charitable term.
"Wow, that's crazy. Who put that there? I've never seen that before." Brandy blushed.
"You had the hots for a Water type?" Sparky gasped. "Calcine, she's got it out for you! You should watch your butt."
Brandy moved to hide the poster as Calcine stared at her, but Sparky pulled her back, holding onto her exposed waist as the bunched-up top half of Brandy's shirt squeezed her chest.
"No escape!" Sparky said, "Unless you're exhausted? I don't mind waiting longer."
Calcine sighed, shaking her head. Brandy raised an eyebrow at that. Why would waiting tonight really bother Calcine? Through the embarrassment, Brandy tried to think about it, like Lea had recommended. Calcine and Sparky fought a lot, but they came together when it counted, and they had a friendly rivalry over her. So why would Sparky losing out again bother Calcine? A sense of fair play?
Brandy chewed her lip as she let Sparky play with her stomach. There wasn't a lot of muscle there to get at, but what was there was a nice squeeze. Her grades at school had never been excellent, but she'd adored track and field. Being outside was her favorite hobby, and she'd taken any chance to explore what bits of the town she could. It gave Brandy a lovely runner's build, and Sparky seemed to enjoy the feel of it, making happy little clicks with her tongue as she finally got to get Brandy in her hands.
She could rely on directness. Calcine seemed the sort who'd appreciate it.
"You okay, Calcine?" Brandy said, "You seem put out."
Calcine waved Brandy off. "You're fine. I'll go with whatever you decide."
Non-committal. So clearly, Calcine had an opinion on what Brandy should do, but didn't want to force her. Sparky was popping off her shirt buttons, Brandy's arms getting pulled back as Sparky slid the shirt off her.
"I'm still exhausted," Brandy said, and she felt the deflated breath of Sparky on her back. "But I want to be a good Trainer, and I need to learn to build up my stamina."
That didn't seem to light up Calcine's eyes, so it wasn't her commitment to being the best Trainer she wanted, though she'd really said such after the Gym battle. They were in this for Brandy, all together.
All together?
"Oh shit, I get it now," Brandy said, shoulders sinking. "Sparky! Come here."
Brandy raised her arm to let Sparky slink under, then got the Joltik in a hug, planting her face against Brandy's bra as she kissed the top of her head. "You have been volunteering for the hard work all day."
"Me?" Sparky said, burying her face between Brandy's chest. There wasn't much of it to bury in, but it was enough! Their constant teasing about her being flat was only partially true.
"Yeah, you and your self-sacrifice. Taking on the Wooloo in the Gym, offering to miss out on the threesome."
"To avoid Honeycrisp!" Sparky said, voice muffled. Brandy didn't need the bond to tell it was a hollow protest.
"Psh, as if you always rush to help. I've noticed." Brandy said, stroking Sparky's fur mantle.
Maybe not as quick as Calcine, but she'd got there. Calcine was trying to hide a smile, but she couldn't hide the radiant glow of her eyes. She went over to sit on Brandy's bed, which wasn't small for her but was undoubtedly going to be a tight squeeze for the three of them. Her Poké-mom had thrown a bunch more pillows on it; no shock there that she'd seen all this coming.
Brandy pulled Sparky over to the bed and sat down next to Calcine, Sparky kissing her neck as Calcine wriggled out of her stolen shirt. She filled them out better. The poor buttons were struggling, and she caught Brandy giving her some side-eye.
"What you looking at? I'm not a Water type."
"Well, nobody's perfect," Brandy smirked as she rolled her head against Sparky, who was peppering her neck with kisses. "We'll have to see if Evolutions can compensate for it."
Sparky giggled, squirming in Brandy's arms until she helped undress the Joltik. "Haven't even thought about mine! Have you ever seen a Galvantula?"
"Not in the flesh. I saw one in a book?" Brandy said, poking Sparky's sides. "You going to handle an extra set of arms?"
Sparky cupped Brandy's chest and squeezed, making the Trainer groan low enough to make Sparky squirm with pleasure at the rumble of Brandy against her body.
"Only need one set of hands for now." Sparky licked her lips. "But you're going to turn out to be a lot to handle, so I'll get to put the second set to good use."
"Can't find anything else for them?" Calcine laughed, stripped bare on top. She took a knee to help slide Brandy out of her boots and battered cargo pants. "I thought Lea taught you some new tricks?"
"She did! I know you're dying to know what," Sparky grinned, leaning forward to kiss Brandy, their tongues tangling as Sparky poured out some of her pent-up energy.
Brandy moaned as Sparky's tongue fizzled against hers. The sensation tingled through her and helped push away some of the exhaustion in her bones. A little jolt to get her started, or maybe she was just getting a horny second wind.
Calcine put a hand on the back of both Sparky and Brandy and pushed them together like she was making her dolls kiss, the pair of them mumbling in the messy, tongue-filled kiss at her. "Just happy this finally happened. If you dragged this out any longer, I was going to have words."
Brandy's mouth was too full of tongue to reply, so she just patted Calcine's thigh, a few claps on Calcine's shorts, and then brushed her hand up to tug at the edges. Calcine doesn't make it easy, mixing in a few hugs as she helped the pair really go at each other's throats.
"In the future, how about you check with me before you accept Sparky's help? I don't speak as much, but now I got a chance to get a word in. I don't want her to do all the hard work." Calcine flexes an arm, which Brandy always enjoyed looking at. "Share the appreciation around some."
Sparky reached out to flick Calcine's chest, finger dinging off the hard breast. Sparky shook her finger, her multiple blue eyes dipping into a bit of a squint at Calcine. Brandy snorted in the kiss and extracted herself with a gasp of air. "Doofus"
"I forgot we had Miss Hard Tits here," Sparky said, sucking her finger to stem the pain of hitting something hard. Brandy took it off her, taking Sparky's finger in her mouth and sucking on it.
"Oh, fuck. " Sparky shuffled in Brandy's lap, breath getting more heated. "That's hot."
"She's used it on better things." Calcine leaned back to let Brandy finally hook her shorts off.
"Not the best, though. I'm bigger than you," Sparky said, justifiably cocky. Brandy could feel her hard length rubbing against her stomach. Sparky might be short, but she really compensated.
"For now, I got two evolutions to your one." Calcine huffed. "You're just enjoying a head-start."
"You've not seen a Galvantula for real either! Oh, ho, ho. I am going to blow all your minds."
Brandy pinched Sparky's cheeks, her chest rolling as she took a quick breath. "Arguing is lame. You want to win, show, not tell! So you going to show us what Lea taught you?"
"Absolutely, and guess what, after I show you this," Sparky pushed Brandy back onto the bed. She kissed down her chest and along her stomach, knees thumping on the ground as she got her head between Brandy's legs. "You're going to owe me so much you'll never pay me back."
Chapter 28: Bring the Thunder
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A beautiful woman between her legs and another gorgeous one eager for her to drag their shorts off. Brandy might have lost her gym battle, but she felt like she was doing pretty well for herself right now.
Sparky laid some kisses on her thighs, working herself up as she hungrily pressed her lips into the flesh, enjoying the taste of her. While Calcine guided Brandy's hand to her cock and leaned her head to bump against Brandy's, coyly smiling.
Oh, go on then. They'd both earned plenty today. Brandy wrapped her fingers around that stiff cock and worked it across its length, which wasn't easy with the Rock Pokémon being rock hard. She'd soften up as she got worked up, at least, and while the hardness was odd on Brandy's fingers, Calcine's breath was hot on her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered. Calcine was enjoying it.
"Ready?" Sparky said, peeking up from between her legs.
Brandy kicked her playfully in the side. "Pushing it, making me wait anymore. I'm starting to think you've got nothing."
"I've got the best thing you've ever felt," Sparky huffed. "I'm going to make you melt into a puddle. We'll have to take you back downstairs in a cup."
"I dunno. If we're rating people I've slept with, you might get a bronze medal right now."
"What!" Sparky squeaked, blue eyes shooting wide.
"Orchid was pretty good. I'm into butts now."
"Everyone's into butts! And mine is super. You didn't even bind her!" Sparky said, and she wrapped her arms around Brandy's thighs, lifting her legs. "You are so fucked!"
Calcine rolled her eyes next to her as Brandy giggled. For some now who loved to cause trouble, Sparky was far too easy to wind up. At least she wouldn't lack enthusiasm now with whatever she wanted to show Brandy.
Oral. It was oral. Which Brandy didn't think was worth all this sneaky build-up, but she wasn't about to complain, because Sparky's tongue was wet and very filling. Gliding over pussy walls as the Joltik went at her like she was dying of thirst, and Brandy's pussy was the only thing to drink for miles. Her hands were busy squeezing Brandy's ass, holding onto those firm curves as Sparky dove in with her usual irrepressible enthusiasm.
"Mmmhnnn..." Brandy moaned as her body reacted to the stimulation of Sparky's tongue, that swirling tongue making her squeeze her fingers down on Calcine's cock as she pumped, making her pumps drag from sheer friction. Calcine gasped, burying her head into Brandy's neck, biting down on her neck as a moan whistled out of her mouth and over Brandy's neck. Better than a hickey, an invisible sign that she was doing good work.
Sparky rolled her shoulders between Brandy's legs, a happy little shimmy as she withdrew her tongue with a long, languid lick over Brandy's pussy. Sparky licked the wet off her lips as she looked up at Brandy. How she held her gaze made Brandy blush and look away, looking towards Calcine's cock, which was softening up nicely, her fingers finally pressing into the jet-black flesh.
"It's pretty good." Brandy mumbled. "Don't see the big deal."
"I'm so good at it, you liar. I can feel you mauling Calcine up there because of me."
"I got a bigger tongue," Calcine muffled into Brandy's neck. "Maybe I should take over."
Sparky smirked like they'd just fallen right into her web. Brandy did not trust that smirk.
"And for my next trick..." Sparky cackled as she put her head between Brandy's legs.
"No eating me out evilly!" Brandy said quickly, grabbing a handful of Sparky's thick yellow hair and giving it a ruffle.
Sparky flicked Brandy the bird as she shoved her tongue back into her Trainer, humming to herself as she slathered Brandy's insides with some love. Brandy could feel Calcine's cock twitching in her grip as Sparky dragged her tongue over the roof of Brandy's pussy and then found her clit, rubbing the tip of her tongue over it with a little wiggling flourish.
"She's found women have a clit" Brandy laughed, stroking her cheek in Calcine's black hair, rubbing against her stubby horns. "I can't believe how smug she is about that."
Then it hit her like a hammer, a sudden jolt of energy that raced through her veins and made her whole body spasm. She put a hand out to steady herself on the bed, and her elbow buckled, dropping her back with a thump into the covers. Every part of her felt like it was fizzling, but her pussy was the white-hot focus of it, the skin crackling with sensation and so sensitive to the slightest touch now that even Sparky's smooth wet tongue had her twitching and mewling like she was getting fucked raw by Calcine's hardened cock.
"FUCK" Brandy screamed, "Sparky! Fuck me!"
Sparky kept lapping, slathering pleasure into Brandy that she simply couldn't cope with. It wasn't just good. It was almost painfully intense. Her mind couldn't fully grasp all the feeling she was having pressed into her and swam with a mix of pleasure, confusion, and mind-melting ecstacy.
"Fuck yeah, fuck me, please...oh god yes, ohhhh..." Brandy whimpered in a maddened rush, wrapping her thighs hard around Sparky's head as her hand worked Calcine's cock in an entirely haphazard but enthusiastic way.
"Holy shit, you broke her," Calcine said, getting an arm around Brandy to bring her back up to a seat. Her body was flopping about as if she was drunk, the biggest grin on her face.
"Whm?" Sparky muffled, mouth full as she worked Brandy's pussy with her tongue. She put a thumbs up for Calcine.
Brandy was drooling, eyes wide and sparkling bright. It was a little disconcerting for Calcine to look at.
"Stop! I'm serious. I think she's broken" Calcine was poking Brandy's cheek, and all that happened was Brandy started suckling on Calcine's finger, giggles bubbling in her throat.
"What?" Sparky said as she pulled back, tongue hanging down out her mouth. "Ah fuck. I thought she could handle it!"
"Scoria's just downstairs!" Calcine said, "We're so dead if she gets up here and sees this. Fix her!"
Brandy reached out to grab a handful of Sparky's hair and push her back between her legs. The Joltik shrugged and went back to work, coaxing more moans out of the dazed Brandy as Calcine bit her lip in worry. The bond would let Sparky know if she was hurting her Trainer, but a sudden brain reset wasn't precisely something eating a girl out should do unless you were truly exceptional, and it was just a fact that Sparky wasn't. Enthusiastic, yes, but not experienced yet.
"Ohhh yeaaaah..." Brandy gasped. "That feels so gooood. You do that thing to me with the tongue that you're doing to me Sparky yeah."
Well, that barely made any sense to Calcine, and through the thin walls of the house, Calcine heard someone climbing the stairs to come up to the top floor. She swore under her breath as she tried to think of a way to shake Brandy out of it.
Kicking Sparky's side hard, Calcine's orange eyes glowed furiously as she stared at the Joltik. "Did you just fucking shock therapy her?"
"Mhm?" Sparky said, pulling herself out again to Brandy's completely incoherent complaints. "Lea taught it to me! A quick jolt to increase sensitivity! Cool, right?"
"Lea's a Gym Trainer who's probably fucked more Pokémon than we've ever met. Brandy's been at this two days. You melted her brain, you idiot!"
"Fuck yeah! I really am the best at eating a girl out."
Calcine kicked her again. Harder.
"Hey! I thought we were getting along!"
"We will stop getting along if you don't take care of our Trainer. You're not meant to break her! What are you trying to be, a Ghost Pokémon?"
Sparky looked at the drooling, happily mumbling Brandy, and gulped. Maybe she had overdone it a tad.
The pair could hear Scoria's footsteps thump on the landing outside and the pair of them froze up, staring at the noise as it passed.
"She's totally spying on us," Sparky whispered to Calcine. "I'm a Bug too, I'd know, I'd totally do that too. She's Fire as well, and that's even worse."
"Or she heard her daughter yell like she was being murdered and wanted to see if we were being too hard on her!" Calcine hissed. "How do we fix this?"
Sparky shrugged. "We're not the soft move types. Maybe you could Incinerate her?"
"How would that help?"
"Because your hands get nice and hot, you did a massage thing with it, didn't you? Maybe you can rub her back to sense. Relax her some." Sparky got up to Brandy's burbled protest. "Come on. This is aftercare."
"You broke her. I am blameless here." Calcine said, flexing her hand. It wasn't an awful idea. She just didn't want to admit Sparky had a good one right now.
"Well, I'm not going to suck your cock, so you still should take my help."
Fair. Although...
"Problem," Calcine said, putting icy hands on Spark's arm. "I'm not feeling very warmed up right now."
"Oh fuck off, I am not sucking your cock." Sparky huffed, eyes narrowing at Calcine.
Calcine stared at Sparky's tits instead. Brandy joined her, then slipped forward until she face-planted in them, rubbing her hand back and fore giddily.
"Well, she's got dibs on those. Look at her. Brandy would choke to death on my cock if she tried anything."
"She'd want to go that way."
"Sparky! Come on. You love taking one for the team." Calcine waved her dick at them. "There's one to take right here."
"You're a deviant." Sparky snorted, squeezing her chest around Brandy's face. Looking up to Calcine, "Okay, but if this is how you try to evolve, I'm going to shock you so bad you'll get stuck being a Rolycoly forever."
"Brandy would find it hot."
"Brand would find a rock hot if you told her it was a Pokémon."
Calcine beat her chest. "Yeah, she would. We're hot as fuck,"
Sparky squint deepened, just four angry blue slits now.
"When your dick is hard, can someone snap it off?" Sparky said, voice unusually calm.
"What? Why would you ask that?" Calcine said, shielding her cock from Sparky.
"Because if you ever tell anyone I did this," Sparky said, pulling Brandy out of her chest and then getting up to lean on Calcine's thighs, the deep cleavage of the Joltik's breasts more than enough to swallow up Calcine's whole length. "I'm going to try."
"Well, that's not going to make me feel sexy at all," Calcine said, already chewing her lip as she felt Sparky's soft tit-flesh press against her girth. Heavenly. She needed to try this with Brandy later.
Brandy stared off dreamily into space, a dopey smile fixed on her face. Yeah, she would hate that she'd missed this for sure.
"Hrm," Sparky said as she bounced her breasts. "Bet I'm not a Bronze medal now."
Calcine didn't find it funny, but when a busty Joltik gave you a boobjob, they were allowed to make some jokes.
Chapter 29: Pawmi Will Play
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Sparky had put her ass on the line a lot for Brandy. Putting her tits on the line was proving to be her biggest challenge yet.
Not that she hated Calcine. Despite all her teasing, she was actually growing fond of her. The love reflecting off Brandy's bond flowed back on the pair, and they couldn't help but get a little sweet on each other in the face of that. The issue right now was that Pokémon needed that link.
They couldn't bond directly with each other. That's what humans are for!
Focus, Sparky, do it for Brandy. Give Calcine the best boobjob of her life. It's not like Brandy was going to be doing it anytime soon.
Sparky sniggered to herself, Calcine gripping her hair as she gasped. "What's so funny?"
"Thinking about boobs,"
"Yeah, aren't you always? Why's that funny?" Calcine said. She was trying to get in the mood, and Sparky was doing a great job of aiding and delaying that.
"Brandy don't got 'em. " Sparky cackles. She gets her hair pulled for that comment, squeaking as Calcine drags her head up so she can narrow her eyes at her. "Rough play? I'm trying to massage your dick here!"
"Teasing is fine, but you're being mean about it. Show more care for Brandy's feelings," Calcine said. Calcine thought she could lecture Sparky while trying to get her off? This was unfair!
Hot, but unfair.
"I care about her feelings and want her to be proud of me," Sparky said, staring back defiantly.
Calcine tipped a hand to the drooling Brandy in response. She'd fallen back onto the bedcovers, eyes glassy as she drifted off in whatever overstimulated daydream she was stuck in.
"Okay, fair." Sparky had to give her that one. "Maybe I could have paid a little more attention. She's just as bad, though!"
"Then we have to be better, so she catches up." Calcine ruffles Sparky's hair. "I know you try hard, but if you're putting in all that effort, you should get rewarded. Not waste it doing the wrong thing."
Stupid sexy Calcine making all these good points.
Sparky puffed her cheeks as she squeezed Calcine's dick between her chest. As much as she liked to tease Calcine about her size, she was a Pokémon. They didn't do small, and Calcine nicely filled the space between her tits. It was a hard length, but she could feel it softening as she rolled her fat breasts over it in a bouncing motion. Sparky might not be the tallest, but she'd got curves you could be jealous of.
Calcine's cock appreciated it, even if the Rock Pokémon was as stoic as ever. It was a nice dick, too. She had to give Calcine points for the thickness of it. If she learned to use it better, she could melt Brandy better than her shocks.
Sure, it wasn't Joltik quality, but we can't all be perfect.
"You can suck it if you're that curious about it," Calcine said, amused Sparky was staring at the cock bouncing between her chest so much.
"Want my teeth that close to it, do you?"
"Please don't suck it. Breasts are fine," Calcine was trying to get in the mood. Bless her.
"Well, now I want to," Sparky said, gnashing her mouth like she was trying to bite through a tough steak. "Om nom"
"Sparky. Sexy?" Calcine said, "The point of this is to warm me up so I can massage some heat into Brandy. Terrifying me isn't a turn-on."
"You sure? Maybe you're into it."
Sparky felt her head dragged back, hair pulling at the top of her head as Calcine forced her to look up into her pure orange eyes, the magma swirling inside them.
"Be good. Or I'll punish you." Calcine said, voice rumbling like an earthquake was building.
Now, Sparky really wanted to be bad, and she knew just how to do it.
She took Calcine's shaft in one hand, the Rock Pokémon narrowing her eyes at her as she pressed it up through her cleavage and poked out the top. Wrapping her lips around its tip, Sparky started sucking gently before giving way to lap at it with her tongue. She got a hand busy rubbing Calcine's balls and stroking the base of her cock where it met her chest. Total stimulation.
Calcine tasted so weird, like the charr on barbecued pineapple. Sparky hated the taste of it immediately, then couldn't resist another lick to confirm it was as strange and messed up as she'd tried. Then another. Calcine's moans from the experimental licks filling the room as she licked the tip of her cock like a lollipop, tit-flesh still squeezing in on it as it throbbed back against her.
"Oh, fuck!" Calcine groaned. "That's too much!"
Sparky smiled as she continued licking along the tip of Calcine's cock, taking her time to shine it up nice and wet. Brandy could thank her later if they managed to put her brain back where it belonged.
"Liking it ?" Sparky teased. "Am I being good?"
"Yes! Fuck, you're amazing." Calcine growled. "No wonder Brandy couldn't handle it. You're a pro with that tongue."
Sparky grinned wide, showing Calcine all the teeth. "I can show you all she felt. Shock you right now."
"I will throw you out that window."
"Do it," Sparky said, pushing her mouth down on Calcine's dick. Burying her face in her own chest in one squashing motion, she rolls her tongue over the first inch of Calcine's cock. It was pliant now, heat rolling off it, making her chest sweaty. More than enough, but teasing was too much fun. "Scoria will catch us like this, and she'll do way worse to you than you can do to me."
"Bet?" Calcine gasped as Sparky defiantly pushed her mouth deeper onto Calcine's dick. Hot pre-cum splashed across Sparky's tongue. She came up coughing and scratching at her tongue.
"Ah fuck you! It's fucking spicy!"
Calcine snorted. "Got what you deserve."
"No!" Sparky squeaked, licking her arm to get the spicy cum off her tongue. "I deserve to be fucking our beautiful Trainer. You sort her out. I'm done! I'm so done!"
Calcine laughed again, leaning to grab Sparky's tongue and pull it out. She took it in her mouth, rolling her lips over it and helping clean her off. If Sparky's eyes got any wider, they would pop out of her head.
"Better?" Calcine growled, licking her lips.
"Holy shit," Sparky said, so shocked she actually forgot about the burn she was feeling. "Did... did you just lick me clean?"
Calcine purred, the sound of it completely alien in her throat. "Can't handle me when I'm hot?"
Sparky shook her head rapidly. "Fire Calcine is nasty."
Calcine grinned and lifted Sparky onto the bed, pushing her over onto her front and then rolling Brandy beside her.
"Mmm! Mercy!" Sparky said, ass wiggling in the air. "Go easy on me. I'll be good!"
The moan Calcine got out of Sparky when she slapped a hand down onto that butt was almost as satisfying as the boobjob she'd just gotten. She was more tender with Brandy pressing her hand to that cute fit bubble butt and working her fingers into the flesh. She let her heat flow. Sparky had worked herself up plenty, and the fire came easily. Her skin warmed and softened until it was so smooth even the fucked silly Brandy was arching her back to press against the softness. The heat seeps down past muscle and into bone.
"Ah fuck," Sparky groaned, her skin shining as Calcine rubbed and drew sweat from the pair of them. Swapping hands to get the scent of the pair on each other and make them even more eager to press back into her touch.
"This is actually really good. You could charge for this." Sparky said, breath light as she let out happy sighs.
"I might. You don't know what my bill is going to be,"
"Jokes on you. You're the only one of us with money. You're paying for our date tomorrow, Sugar Rock."
"Who says I'm charging Poké-bucks?" Calcine replied, rubbing her thumb around the curve of Sparky's hip and sliding it between her legs.
The Joltik kicked her feet excitedly as Brandy's burbling calmed down to a happy simmer, whispering Calcine and Sparky's names in between little snippets of lurid things she wanted to do to them.
The pair of them let out a little 'Aw' at her, Sparky giving the Trainer a hip bump as Calcine kept working heat into their muscles and teased at Sparky's cock. It wasn't a full stroke, but even that slight contact let the heat slide across Sparky's length, and it felt great.
"You two are both pretty special," Calcine said after the massage hot got them both panting from the heat. Like they were both basking in a good sauna or hot bath, enjoying it too much to pull away.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Sparky asked, writhing under Calcine's attention.
Calcine leaned forward to kiss Sparky's neck before answering, "Because for all your many, many faults. That I could list all day."
"Please, don't. Say nice things." Sparky said, feet stroking at Calcine's arms as she lifted her kicking legs. "I like a bit of sugar with all your horrible spice."
"For all of that, you are willing to try for us. Way harder than you need to. For little reward. It's why I got upset at Brandy earlier for trying to make you wait."
"Awww, you care," Sparky gushed.
"I do. She wants to be good for us, making me want her to be good to you. Even if you then melted her brain."
"'s a cute brain," Sparky nodded.
"It is. Don't break it. She's only human."
"She's our human," Sparky said, pride in her voice.
"Yeah," Calcine smiled. "With you on that"
"You two are fucking saps," Brandy murmured. Calcine stopped her rubbing in surprise, and Sparky buried her face in the cover in embarrassment. "Sappy saps. Don't make my bed all sticky."
"You're back!" Calcine said, diving on Brandy and kissing her neck. Brandy laughed as Calcine worked her way around, kissing her lips, batting at her to get some space.
"Have been for a bit! I just liked the massage and you both being cute." Brandy grinned. "Sorry for making you wait, Sparky."
"Apology not accepted."
"Well, how rude," Brandy huffed. "Calcine, can you keep doing this? I'm going to get on Sparky and make her accept my apology."
"Sure," Calcine said, trailing a hot finger down Brandy's spine, making the Trainer shiver. "You good to go?"
"Oh, I'm not just good to go." Brandy said as she pushed Sparky over onto her front. Her limbs felt soft, and everything was puffy and warm. But even after an orgasm so powerful she'd drifted off into another plane of reality, she had her duty as a Trainer to do. "I'm going to get some Joltik dick today if it kills me."
If Sparky did that trick again, it just might.
[author] 15 chapters ahead on !
Making a push to get 20 chapters ahead for the New year. The schedule won't change for me, the next chapter is on Tuesday.
Have a Merry Christmas all! /author]
Chapter 30: Paid in Full
Summary:
Sparky finally gets hers
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The sensitivity from Sparky's shock had abated some. Something about Calcine's warm fingers really helped, Brandy could at least think while being touched now. The heat soaking into her muscle helped relieve the tension from the electric fizzing still crackling through her nerves. No kind of Type advantage she could think of there, just a pleasant interaction between her two partners. Sparky could fire her up, while Calcine could calm her down. For all the lack of planning she'd put into getting her first two, she'd really lucked out on the draw.
Sparky's cock was semi-hard as it pressed up against Brandy's chest, which was surprising. After all the excitement of getting into bed with her, she'd have expected Sparky to be ready to go. Pokémon seemed to have an endless well of horniness they could draw on whenever they wanted, and she was with them on that one. How could people not get hot for Pokémon when they were sexy as all hell?
She only lightly pressed her fingers to the impressive length, stroking it gently as she tried to coax some life out of it. Brandy was a little out of breath from her vacation from reality. The heaving of her chest had Sparky's full attention, her multiple blue eyes watching their every rise and fall.
"Swear, you two have never had sex before," Calcine said, a flicker of amusement in her voice as she undid Brandy's top and helped pull it off. Brandy could feel Calcine's dick rubbing up against her butt, and she was so ready Brandy could have perfectly described the half of it pressing into her rear's skin. Every rub an exciting promise for later.
"Near fucked my brains out," Brandy said as she grabbed Sparky's cock and gave it a little more attention, fingers pressing down as she stroked it to coax it to life. "Was an amazing first time."
Sparky smiled, beaming with pride, her cock twitching with arousal. Some shameless compliments seemed to do it for her, and she'd more than earned them. "The original and best"
"She didn't say best," Calcine huffed, rolling her hands around Brandy's side to grip her stomach. The warmth of her hands made Brandy's stomach flutter even harder than it already was.
"Jealous!" Sparky laughed, rocking her hips to make her hardening cock slap against both Brandy's stomach and Calcine's fingers. "Fight me for the top spot if you want. I'm going to go so deep I can write my name on her heart."
Brandy smiled, closing her hands over Calcine's as she rolled her hips, stroking her stomach across Sparky's cock, the heat from Calcine's hands flowing down her body to help warm it up. The teasing sensation, the shaking of Brandy's chest, and the promise of what would come. It didn't take Sparky long to get more than hard enough to please her.
Her shaft pulsed against Brandy's skin, and Brandy groaned, squeezing Calcine's hand in hers and lifting herself with a kick of her knees. Calcine helped, guiding her body up. It was sweet, in a way. For all her teasing, she was willing to help Sparky get fucked properly. Or maybe she had plans, and Brandy hadn't worked them out yet. She didn't have to solve every puzzle. Sometimes a surprise was pleasant too.
"Time to give her a real workout," Calcine said, her voice low and throaty as she lifted Brandy even higher, arms straining to crest Brandy's hip over the length of Sparky's cock. Held aloft, Brandy felt a flush of arousal at just how much strength Calcine was showing off. She was barely starting out and was already spoiled by such powerful partners.
"No teasing," Sparky begged, rubbing the tip of her cock over Brandy's slit. Brandy moaned at the feeling, spreading her legs wider as she let herself enjoy the sensation of being split in two. Even the light contact was a thrill, the anticipation so intense her exhaustion was just a dim memory. Her body wanted this, and it wanted it really bad.
"I wanna fuck her." Sparky whined, "Come on!"
"Yeah, sure, but we gotta work up to that, right?"
"I will bite your ass," Sparky growled. "And not in a fun way."
"Not the only thing you've bitten," Calcine teased. Then silenced any comeback from Sparky by letting Brandy drop an inch, then another, until her pussy spread apart, the girthy cock rippling over her insides as it dug in deep. Muscles contracted to keep it there, Brandy's face twisting with pleasure as she looked down at Sparky's massive tits bouncing as Sparky's fur sparkled with electricity. Her eyes were wide, bright, and utterly revenant.
"She's so good," Sparky groaned as Calcine slowly pumped Brandy along her cock. "Ah, she's so tight and warm and soft and mghmgmmm"
That got an amused chuckle out of Calcine, who couldn't resist leaning forward to press her lips against Brandy's ear, kissing it softly. Brandy loved the affection as the sweet cherry on top of the full-course meal that Sparky was trying to give her. Sparky didn't disappoint, either. A single thrust from the Joltik and Brandy soaked that cock in juices to help it glide through her resisting flesh. The tip of her cock hit spots deep inside her, making her mind feel like it'd explode all over again. The sensation of Sparky's cock was enough to make her heart flutter, the smoothness of her skin against Brandy's own. The heat radiates off it. The gentle buzz of held power teased nerves and raw flesh to a greater height of sensitivity.
It was almost too much for Brandy to handle. Almost.
"She can break you any time she wants," Calcine whispered in Brandy's ear, giving it a quick lick and leaving Brandy gasping for air as she fought not to cum right away from the thought of it layered on top of her intense reality. "One shock shattered your mind, and that was with her tongue if she does it now. You'll turn to mush."
Calcine squeezed Brandy's chest firmly as she used her forearms to grip Brandy and press her down as Sparky came up. Sparky hit so deep Brandy saw stars.
"Fuck!" Brandy cried out, gripping Calcine's wrists tightly as Sparky kept pushing into her, the pressure growing as the Pokémon went deeper and further.
"You're mine," Sparky growled as she pulled back and slammed in hard again and again, using the spring of the bed and Calcine's strength to bounce Brandy atop her length. Every inch was slickened up by Brandy's excitement, glistening with her juices. It let the powerful thrusts just press through her, utterly heedless of any resistance. Brandy's insides were crushed, rolled over, and rubbed raw with thick, hard cock.
Brandy wailed, the pain turning quickly to pleasure as Sparky fucked her hard and deep. She could feel each inch of Sparky's cock sliding between her inner walls, the rubbing together creating friction that sent sparks flying through her brain. Literal sparks were coming off the Joltik's fur, too, not unpleasant when they lept to land on Brandy's thighs. Like a playful tweak of the fingers, a tiny bite from her lover peppered all over her legs.
Brandy whimpered as Calcine and Sparky worked in concert to pound her silly. The sound of their bodies slapping loudly filled the room, and the creak of her poor bed was loud enough that it'd be impossible to ignore. Banging rang out as the bed's headboard thumped against the wall, adding to the cacophony. The moaning of the fucking pair got louder as Sparky kept finding some speed to fuck her faster and harder. Agility was showing off why it could be a top contender for a Move, as Sparky was going at Brandy in almost a blur. Brandy couldn't take it, couldn't keep up with what was happening to her, swearing and praising her partners in a flustered mess of strange curses.
Sparky was panting heavily, sweat pouring down her body as she put her all into this. Each thrust sent waves of crackling electricity coursing through Brandy's veins as Sparky failed to keep herself contained. Brandy didn't mind. It felt amazing. Her whole body tingling, the feeling of being stuffed full to bursting point made her scream, and she didn't hold back. She opened her mouth and let her feelings spill out into the air until her throat was raw.
"I'm gonna fill you," Sparky said breathlessly, causing Brandy to moan even louder. "Fill you right up. Make you mine."
So possessive! It all sounded good to Brandy. They were a long way off a Bond strong enough to end in her getting pregnant. Incredible as that thought seemed, when this was only her second time, and Sparky was fucking her hard enough that she thought she might faint.
"Do it. Make her ours." Calcine corrected, though fondly. "I'll clean her up after."
Then Calcine licked her neck. Wait. What? What did that mean? Was she going to? Calcine?
What had she missed with these two?
"So nasty," Sparky laughed, "I'll make you regret that. I'm not holding back."
The throbbing of Sparky's cock was enough of a sign it was coming as it pressed against Brandy's insides, already raw and sensitive from all the vigorous pounding. An explosion of warmth inside her was like nothing she had ever experienced. The first wave of cum rocked her entire body, shaking her to her very core. A jolt of lightning shot up her spine, followed closely by another. A third, fourth and fifth, each one stronger than the last.
She screamed, losing all control of her body as the pleasure threatened to overcome her. Brandy fell forward onto Sparky, her chest bouncing off Spark's blissed out looking face. She lay there panting as Sparky rolled her head between her tits, humming contently as she enjoyed the treat after such an intense orgasm.
Brandy had no words to say and no energy to get up, so she just started licking at Sparky's neck, taking her time as she took in the scent of the Joltik, letting the taste of Sparky's skin settle in her mouth. Her fur wasn't total. It came and went, enough that Brandy could grab it with her hands while leaving patches of very lickable skin. Sparky's skin didn't taste like sour candy, but if Brandy had to say what it tasted like, it'd be that. Sharp but sweet, probably bad for you, but you wanted more. Brandy's tongue-tingling as she worked up to the curve of Sparky's chest, two mountains to climb as the wetness of that messy orgasm leaked down Brandy's thighs. Calcine's warm hands worked her ass, more for Calcine's amusement than hers, but still appreciated.
Could she resist a nipple? Of course not, moving in and rolling her tongue around one. A pop as she took it into her mouth, licking and sucking there, feeling the Joltik squirm happily in delight.
She'd earned all this. Hopefully, she was enjoying the reward. Because Brandy would not stop y-
A moan came through the wall.
Brandy looked back at Calcine in confusion. What the fuck?
Calcine shrugged. "Someone else came up the stairs while you two were thumping away at each other. I guess Scoria has guests."
The moan through the wall got louder, higher in pitch as Scoria worked her magic. Regrettably, Brandy was used to the sound. When her human mom was here, they were terrible, and when she wasn't, Scoria found others. She could sleep right through it these days.
"I guess you got her in the mood?" Sparky said, stroking Brandy's thighs. "We're pretty loud."
"Sparky!" Brandy gasped. "You can't say that about my mom."
"Why not? She's hot. Humans must fall over themselves to get with her," she grinned. "We dexed her. We know they do. Crazy levels of Victories. You got a strong mom."
Brandy facepalmed, lying on Sparky's breast as she squeezed the bridge of her nose.
"I can't believe you just came in me and then complimented my mom's fucking,"
"Wow, you still don't know me," Sparky giggled. "Uh ... the mood going? I could go again."
"Fuck no," Brandy growled. "Let's go harder. I'm going to show her what noise is."
"Well," Calcine said, cracking her knuckles in her hand. "If it's a competition now, you'll need both of us in there."
She was going to regret this in the morning. She just knew it.
Chapter 31: No Regrets (One Regret)
Summary:
Brandy tries to recover from her long night and discovers a terrible truth
Notes:
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It turns out Brandy really regretted it in the morning.
The night had gone long, Calcine and Sparky had been getting along better, and they didn't stop showing off their new teamwork skills. They worked Brandy over until she was a bubbling mess, the throbbing of their bond in Brandy's mind matching the fast beat of her heart and her body's ache. Her bed had banged the wall so often that there was a dent there now, and she was pretty sure if they moved too much, the entire bed would fall apart around them.
She'd not just been loud as they fucked her into a blissed-out trance. She'd been louder than she'd ever been in her life. Her throat was sore from all the screaming. She'd made an incredible start if she'd wanted revenge on her Poké-mom for all the sleepless nights. Whoever Scoria had in her bed couldn't keep up, which made her oddly proud of her partners. She was trying hard not to think about why that made her proud, just taking the win over her mom for once.
Brandy would have loved to stretch, but she couldn't move. She'd fallen asleep first, her body just unable to keep up with the two terrors she'd let into her bed, which meant she had the pleasure of waking up first. Calcine was at her back, arms wrapped around her and nuzzled in tight, her body still soft and warm against her as she snored with a husky rumble that was probably going to be very annoying in the future, but for now, it was oddly comforting.
Sparky was the little spoon, of course, tucked in under Brandy's arms, all cozy, facing her; Sparky's breasts mashed up to the Trainers. Despite being over a foot shorter, she still outmatched Brandy on the bust front. It was hard to be mad about it when you were pressed against some massive tits, though, the curvy flesh as soft as the yellow fur along her shoulders and the fuzz of her yellow hair. It was nice to nuzzle in. Brandy hadn't really thought to feel her partners out and was a little shocked at just how silky Sparky felt. She'd bet her stress would just melt away if she played with it when she was in a bad mood.
Then again, Sparky might be the one who got her in that mood. The pest loved to push Brandy's buttons. But seeing her asleep, so serene and happy, she got to enjoy Brandy finally. It was clear Sparky loved her to bits and would do anything to help, but she was still a prankster at heart and would not give that up for her. Weirdly, that felt good, like her partners trusted Brandy enough not to get upset when they did things they knew weren't what she wanted.
Brandy chewed her lip. Wasn't that the opposite of what her gym trial had taught her, though? Or was she missing a part of the puzzle?
Calcine's snoring cut off, her arms squeezing tight around Brandy as she pulled her in, her firm grip comforting in the morning sun. "Hey, you. You happy?"
"Yeah," Brandy said. It didn't feel enough, so she spoke up again after a pause, "I'm broke, lost my first gym battle, and not really sure how we'll make it from here. But with you two by my side, it'll be fine. Fun even."
"Aw, how nice of you to have us along to suffer." Calcine teased, chewing on Brandy's earlobe.
Brandy giggled, tugging at it and making Calcine chase her with her head, a fiery growl in Calcine's throat. "Suffer? You weren't suffering much last night."
"I worked really hard last night! You think it's easy what I did?" Calcine huffed. "You're insatiable. I thought I'd dry out like a raisin before you passed out."
"I'm not sure I'll be able to sit down for a few hours. I think I have it worse," Brandy said, nuzzling back against Calcine. "You a Lea person too? All about the butts?"
"It's a good butt," Calcine said, slapping the cheeks of it. It was sore. She'd pounded it enough last night that it got a sharp gasp from Brandy. Calcine relented immediately and let her hands heat up, massaging warmth into abused muscles. "I like it, but Sparky deserved more."
Sparky was still snoozing away, a heavy sleeper, it seemed.
"You two seem sweet on each other now," Brandy said. "It's nice."
"Yeah, aha. " Calcine chewed her bottom lip. Eyes darting anywhere but at Brandy's. "We bonded a bit. That's what we did."
She would not get away with that, Brandy turning her head to peer suspiciously at her. "What'd you do? You sound weird."
"Just regular Pokémon stuff. You wouldn't understand."
"Absolutely nothing you two do is regular. I don't believe that for a second."
Sparky snorted, static crackling along her shoulders. "I sucked her diiiiick" Sparky said, voice a drawn-out drawl. The flush of heat on Brandy's back was such a huge tell that she just pushed a finger to Calcine's lips as she tried to splutter a lie out.
"I want to hear more about this,"
"Ha!" Sparky looked up, sleepy eyes flickering. "Bet you do, but you're going to earn it. Calcine's taking us on a date later. You make it a really good one, and I'll spill the details."
"Or I can ask Calcine right now." Brandy said, turning to see Calcine with blazing fiery eyes. Rolycoly couldn't blush, but apparently, their eyes could, and it was fever pitch. "Oh. You're not going to be able to get a word out, are you?"
Calcine tried to speak, but all that came out was a puff of smoke.
"Best sex of my life, and I still miss out on the juiciest part!" Brandy shook her head, leaning up to give the smoking Calcine a kiss on the cheek. "This dates going to be great."
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Part of what they don't tell you about being a Trainer is how many showers you need to take. Not sexy showers either. You'd think having two Pokémon in the shower with you would have been hot, but when your muscles felt like jelly and you were sticky beyond belief with cum, cleaning was a challenge. Brandy was practically carried through it, scrubbed over and over, and felt like a drowned Rattata by the end. Maybe she should have caught Mahi; the Water Type could have helped clean her up way faster than Calcine, who hated getting wet, and Sparky, who loved getting wet but was a big problem to be around when she was.
She probably shouldn't get a partner purely for shower convenience, but it was tempting. She had one binding ball left. Maybe they'd need a group discussion about rounding out the team later. Was that good for a date? Going on a date, eying up other Pokémon felt like she'd get in trouble, but it might be fun. The last thing she wanted to do was add a lot of friction to her Partners when they seemed to gel finally.
Also, she had sprayed Mahi right in the face with some Repel Spray. That probably ruled her out of being on Brandy's team unless she came up with the best apology the world had ever heard. An apology with flowers. And oral. Fantastic oral, she'd have to practice, and she's sure she wouldn't be short volunteers.
Brandy was still basking in the afterglow of a night of genuinely ridiculous sex as she sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Calcine and Sparky to find some food to put in her. Her thoughts were bound to end up back on her partner's cocks. This understandable distraction is why it took her so long to notice when a woman walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a bathrobe, a sheen of sweat still on her skin, and her long blonde hair all matted up like she'd been spending all night fucking.
She'd never seen this woman looking unkempt. She practically lived in suits or lab suits, always perfectly put together and serious. Seeing her with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face took Brandy a good minute to realize who it was.
"Wait, Willow?" Brandy said, finally noticing she was looking at Maple's human mom. In a bathrobe. With an 'I just got fucked so good' smile.
"Oh, hello, Brandy!" Willow said as she gently nudged Calcine out of the way to open the fridge. "You all sit. I'll cook for you. I came over last night to thank you for helping perk up Maple's spirits, and well, I got distracted."
"Oh, that's fine." Brandy said, mind still ticking over.
Her mom had someone over last night. Someone she'd been doing a fair amount of Struggle Bug with from the sounds of it, and Maple's mom was here. Looking like she'd had the seriousness fucked right out of her, all smiles.
Her mind refused to put the pieces together. Whatever part of her wasn't in a stupid drunken bubble of post-sex happiness was frantically delivering hints to Brandy, no doubt out of desperation to be noticed. Scoria would fuck literally any pretty woman who came into the house if they'd let her because she was an insatiable Bug/Fire type, as much for mischief as she was for passionate sex. Any woman like Maple's mom Willow, who was here, cooking her breakfast in a bathrobe. Reeking of sex.
Brandy blinked. She was forgetting something.
The door knocked, and Sparky bounced for it, "I'll get it!"
Who'd be calling this early? Brandy blinked at Maple's mom as if there was a clue there.
Oh, wait, she'd invited Maple over this morning to catch her first Pokémon. Duh! Of course. So she was probably at the door. About to walk in. On her mom. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe. In Brandy's house. Because...
Coffee would have helped her connect the dots quicker, but when all the pieces came together, Brandy face-planted into the table with a thud and put her hands on top of her head.
Oh no.
Oh noooooo.
Chapter 32: Pancakes and Maple Syrup
Summary:
Brandy has to explain what she did last night and hates it.
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"It's not so bad," Calcine said, voice lowered so Willow didn't hear. She patted Brandy's spiky red hair as she lay face down on the table. "At least you didn't have sex with her."
"Thanks, Calcine," Brandy mumbled, doing her best to become one with the table, so she didn't have to deal with what was coming. "I needed that in my brain right now."
Willow pressed the lighter for the stove to heat the pan, eggs, and milk lying on the side ready. She had a bounce to her step that made her hips sway, and Brandy really didn't appreciate it. Nor did she appreciate Calcine's clear stares poking her hard in the side.
"First, my mom, now hers," Brandy hissed quietly. "Behave!"
Calcine raised her hands defensively. "I was just looking. It's nice to see humans happy."
Brandy didn't believe that one bit but didn't have time to question as Sparky returned with Maple in tow. Maple looked much better than she had in the hospital, her gorgeous blonde hair tied neatly back into a ponytail, and her face cleared up with just a light touch of makeup. Brandy really wanted to get some tips there. She'd always needed to get the hang of it.
Maple's fashion was impeccable, too, wearing trail gear that was an awful lot nicer than Brandy's. A cute sky blue fleece that showed off her curves and looked incredibly comfy, and some expensive-looking clean-cut jeans. She had an umbrella folded up under her arm. Someone had said it would rain today, but last night's marathon of sex, coupled with the surprises of the morning, was plenty enough to blow all other thoughts out of Brandy's head.
"Good morning, Brandy," Maple said, "Calcine ... mom?"
Become the table, Brandy. Start a new life right now as sawn-up pine wood.
"Maple, dear! Do you want pancakes too?" Willow said, waving a spatula to her daughter. "Get a seat. It won't be that long,"
"Dear?!" Maple said with the shock usually reserved for finding out the dead had come back to life. "Are you okay? You sound ... uh ..."
"Oh, it's fine," Sparky laughed, waving a hand dismissively. "She's just been up all night having sex with Brandy's mom. Whoa!"
There was a crash as the salt pot sailed right past Sparky's head and smacked into the wall. Brandy had missed her shot by a mile, but she still had a pepper pot to go.
"Wait, wait, wait," Sparky said, hiding behind Maple. "Was that a secret? She was so loud last night!"
"You didn't tell me it was her!" Brandy growled, rolling the pepper pot in her hand. "Calcine, go Rapid Spin her to the moon."
Maple rolled her eyes. "It's fine, don't be so dramatic. You act like your parents never do this."
Brandy really didn't want to go into that, so she took the lifeline and smiled. "I try not to think about it. Which they make pretty hard."
There's some shared sympathy between the young adults, and Maple comes into the kitchen, dragging Sparky behind her as she pulls out a chair at the table and drops the Joltik into it. "You probably shouldn't let her answer the door."
Brandy felt her stomach drop again. "Oh no. What did she do?"
Sparky grinned, preening her hair. "I asked to get her coat. Very welcoming."
"And then my fleece and pants," Maple said, shaking her head. "Bug Types"
"Oh, they're not so bad," Willow said. "I'm warming up to them. Does Sparky know Struggle Bug Brandy?"
"I don't!" Sparky said, turning on her chair to look at Willow. "Tell me about that. Should I learn it? Why's it so good?"
"Scoria!" Brandy yelled in pure panic. This wasn't a conversation she wanted ever, if she could help it. "You should ensure she comes to get breakfast too, Mrs. Haze."
"Oh, you're right," Maple's mother said, tapping her chin with the spatula and getting a few spots of pancake mixture. "She'd enjoy a family meal. I'll do that. Calcine, can you watch the stove for me?"
"Of course, Willow," Calcine said, giving up her seat for Maple. She sat down next to it next to Maple heavily, an audible thud as she dropped.
"Hah." Brandy said, sliding her head on the table to look at Maple, an unreadable expression on the woman's face. "I thought I was in trouble there. I'm glad it's okay."
Maple says nothing, watching her mother leave with a smile to her that's bright and genuine.
Then she turned and grabbed Brandy by the collar, pulling her upright.
"What the fuck Brandy!" Maple shook Brandy, her response strangled in her throat as she nearly swallowed her tongue. "Why is my mom here?!"
"Came to thank me! I swear I didn't know!" Brandy said, hands gripping Maple's wrists to stop her from shaking her head right off. "Go easy on me. I had a rough night."
"Yeah!" Sparky said, "We fucked her good. She wanted to be louder than your mom."
"What the fuuuuck," Maple grabbed Brandy's head and pulled it down onto her, rasping her knuckles over Brandy's forehead and making the girl squirm. "You're dead, you red hair pest!"
"It was a mistake, a mistake! Aaaa! I promise!" Brandy wailed, batting her hands at Maple's arms. "I didn't know it was her, I swear. I thought it was just some random guest mom had. She's a fire type. You know how they are!"
"Calcine?" Maple said, not taking Brandy's word for it at all. She stared daggers at Calcine. Calcine had her hand in the gas stove flame and looked guilty at getting distracted from her job of watching the pan.
"She's telling the truth. Honestly, I didn't know either. I think Sparky's got a good ear for ... noises."
"I'm an expert." Sparky nodded. "Comes with having a magic tongue."
"That's..." Maple raised an eyebrow at Sparky. "Dare I ask?"
"Can show you if you like," Sparky grinned, waggling her eyebrows back.
"Bug Types," Maple huffed again, letting Brandy up.
Brandy's hair was a complete mess, still wet from the shower, and it'd all formed a giant bird's nest of a tangle now. Brandy patted at it half-heartedly, the heat of Maple's headrub still prickling over her head.
"I'm sorry, though, like, I didn't do anything? But sorry," Brandy said, "Seriously. This is messed up."
"So messed up," Maple nodded, leaning her head back over the chair, her ponytail dangling as she stared at the ceiling.
"Just. Super fucked."
"Like Maple's mom," Sparky nodded. The pepper pot got her square on the shoulder, and she fell off her chair with a squeak.
"Nice shot," Maple said, grudging praise as she let out a deep sigh.
"Thanks, uh. You look good. Hi. Welcome to my house." Brandy flailed her arms as she tried to find any way to steer this conversation back to something not painfully awkward. "You can pass on going out today if you like? I wouldn't blame you. It's uh. This. Thing. Bad."
She was running out of words as quickly as brain cells, just nodding dumbly as she blushed harder and harder. Maple gave her some side eye, then let out a long snort of laughter. "You're ridiculous."
"We love that about her," Calcine said as she flipped the pancakes. "Earnest and dumb."
"Hey! Don't get a Rock Type either. They're bullies," Brandy said. "I got an idea of one that might be a good fit for you, and I think you can handle them."
"Like Scoria handled Will-" Sparky got halfway through another terrible teasing joke before Maple leaned over the table and got a hold of Sparky's ear, twisting it as she pulled Sparky forward, bending her over the table. "Ow, ow, ow."
"Going to be good?" Maple said, her voice steel as she stared darkly at the bent-over Sparky. "Or should I twist this right off?"
All four of Sparky's blue eyes were wide open as she looked back up at Maple. Brandy had never seen Sparky this shaken, it was like she'd idly kicked a rock only to find out it was a Golem's ass, and now she was going to get folded into a pretzel. Pure terror.
Of course, it didn't last.
"Is it bad I'm turned on?" Sparky said, voice quavering. "Woof"
"That's probably the best you'll get," Brandy sighed. She loved Sparky, but she was learning fast how grating someone who didn't know how to quit could be. "But it shouldn't be. Sparky, you want to respect her feelings?"
Sparky deflated. "Sorry, just. Felt you two were awkward. Wanted to take your mind off it."
"By being a pest?" Maple said, letting the ear go with a playful flick to the earlobe.
"Yeah! Then you're both mad at me, not each other." Sparky smiled. "And I don't mind because you're both super hot."
Maple's cheek had the faintest blush as she rolled her eyes, "You're not going to set me up with someone like this, are you, Brandy? You can put up with it. I'd break them."
Sparky burbled happily at the thought, then yelped as Brandy gave her legs a firm kick under the table, all the silverware jumping from the bang.
"Put up with is a strong term. I endure." Brandy looked up the stairs to the bathroom. "I think I can hear the shower going. I don't think we'll see our moms again for a while."
"Oh?" Maple said, looking as well. Then stiffening up as realization hit. "Oh! Right. Scoria has a reputation."
"She does?" Calcine slid pancakes off onto plates. "We haven't heard about it. Why don't you tell us all about it?"
Brandy only had the maple syrup to throw left; she needed that for the pancakes. She tried to communicate to Calcine her betrayal purely through stares, but Calcine had her hand back in the stove light again, eyes bright as the heat made her blood race. Calcine wasn't even a Fire type yet, and she was already learning to enjoy being horny as hell. It was going to be such a change when her Evolution hit.
"I think I'm vetoing any mom fucking stories for today." Maple said, so firmly even Sparky would have been crazy to argue.
"Absolutely. Zero mom fucking."
"I can hear what's going on in that shower. There's definitely some mom fucking going on," Sparky said, and got a twin kick from both Brandy and Maple for doing it. She puffs out a breath as it's knocked from her lungs, sparks crackling along her fur as it charges with static from the impact. "Okay! Okay! That was the last one, sorry. I couldn't resist."
"If we're going to talk sex, how about you tell me about your last night?" Maple said, "It sounds juicy."
"Uh, that'd be embarrassing?" Brand said.
"I know. That's what I'm doing it." Maple smiled sweetly at Brandy. "Revenge for having a sex competition with my mom."
So unfair. That was only ... kind of what happened.
The pancakes were pretty good, but Calcine and Sparky's enthusiastic retelling of how they'd fucked her unconscious last night made it very hard to focus on the fluffy texture. Brandy just drowned them in Maple Syrup and got some calories in her. She needed them badly after all the exercise she'd been doing lately.
"Wow," Sparky said, staring at her. "Brandy, I can't believe you."
"What? What?" Brandy said, looking around in a panic.
"Only let her into the house, and you're already stuffing your mouth with Maple. Leave some for us."
Brandy choked on her pancake so badly that Calcine had to help her get it back out. Just once, she'd like to bond over something that wasn't embarrassing the hell out of her!
Chapter 33: Pitter Patter
Summary:
Brandy and Maple do some bonding. No, not like that.
Notes:
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They'd been warned there was rain, but no Trainer would ever let a little something like rain stop them. No one wanted to tell their partner they could have met them earlier if it hadn't been wet outside. Brandy's clothes were still a mess, but thankfully Fenny had an old rain jacket they had given her when her human mom had grown out of it. It had some Wooloo fur lining around the collar, which Brandy would have enjoyed if she could have gotten near it. Calcine and Sparky were flanking her, each with their head on it as they hid under her umbrella.
Maple had an umbrella all to herself, a rather clean-looking white raincoat that went right down to her ankles. Very practical and brand new from the looks of it! Some people had all the luck.
"There is space under mine," Maple said, a smile on her lips creased at the edges as she tried not to laugh at the sight of three people trying to share one umbrella.
"Yeah, but Brandy's cozy," Sparky said. "She warms up when she blushes."
Calcine is a little more practical, letting Brandy go, quickly jumping the gap between the two trainers, and ducking under Maple's Umbrella. She didn't enjoy getting wet, while Sparky seemed to relish the excuse to cuddle up.
"Thanks, Maple," Calcine said, hovering as close to Maple as she could without touching, eying the rain suspiciously. "We haven't really gotten properly introduced."
"You told me about what you did to Brandy last night," Maple smirked. "I think that's getting to know pretty well."
There had been a mortifying amount of detail. Brandy wasn't embarrassed about sex, more how they talked about how it was with her! She was pretty sure sex was meant to be, well, sexy. Not something that made people laugh between a few gooey moments of genuine fondness. Clearly, she needed more practice or less terrible partners.
"You want me to tell you what's coming up?" Brandy said, ducking her shoulder to make it easier for Sparky to lean against it. It was an uncomfortable way to walk, but the dopey smile on the Joltik's face made it worth it. "I got jumped my first time and barely made it."
"No," Maple shook her head, "I'd like my first impression to be genuine. I may have bitten off more than I could chew with Mercury, but it still felt good until it went wrong. I want to see them and just have it click. If you build the moment up, it can disappoint."
Smart. Brandy had done that more or less by accident, but it made sense. If you went in with impressions, you would have some disappointment about what you were told. It made her think of the plans for her last binding ball. "I'm hoping to talk about the third later today."
"Oh, ho?" Sparky said, looking up at Brandy, "You want to add another to the team? You can barely handle us."
"No! I mean, not right away, but if we plan it out beforehand, I might resist capturing the first cute Pokémon I come across."
"Maybe," Calcine said, shaking her head. "I saw you looking at that Scorbunny in the Center. You couldn't resist a cute pair of bunny ears."
"Or a Pokémon that breathes," Sparky nodded.
"Or one that doesn't," Maple said. Her face lit up into a smile when Brandy gave her a look of betrayal. She was getting in on the teasing too! That was hardly fair.
Turrfield was a distant speck now. They were back in the wilds, though the rain had made most sensible wild Pokémon go for cover. The only one they'd seen was a far-off speck of some flier. Brandy really wanted a flier, but they didn't have a way to get them to come down yet. Luring them was a real challenge; even if you succeeded, they were notoriously tricky to tame. Flying types were surprise, surprise, flighty. Fiercely independent and always eager to take off and do their own thing, to partner with one. You had to be more interesting than soaring through the air, and Brandy doubted she was that yet. Maple, maybe, but not her!
After walking for a while, Brandy tried to get some petty revenge, leaning the umbrella to the side so some rain swept onto Sparky. She got pounced for doing it, Sparky swinging off her neck as she tried to jump away from the spray, laughing madly as Brandy wobbled about on her feet. Calcine just shook her head at the antics and crept a little closer again to Maple, who pulled Calcine into a hug.
"It's fine," Maple said. "You're hot. You can touch."
"I just, um, Brandy and all," Calcine said, though Brandy was more busy splashing Sparky with water than worrying about her. "Can I be honest?"
"Go right ahead. You seem the honest type."
"From the sounds of things, you and Brandy didn't get along at school. I don't want to dig up old wounds, but are you already past that?"
"Calcine!" Brandy said, straightening up as Sparky held onto her arm, nuzzling at the fur on her coat. "It's not a problem, really, old news."
Maple stopped, looking at Brandy thoughtfully. Calcine almost stumbles out into the rain before darting back under the canvas.
"I admit I wasn't the most welcoming at school," Maple said, fidgeting with the umbrella's handle. "I know it's a bit late, but sorry about that. I was raised thinking I couldn't do any wrong and needed a harsh lesson."
"That's mature to admit," Calcine said, "Did you need to lose a Gym Battle to learn that?"
"Hey!" Brandy poked her tongue out at Calcine. The cheek.
"You know what happened! I'm not going over it again." Maple said, a blush creeping up her neck. She squeezed Calcine's arm, hugging it. "You're a messy bunch, but it's nice. I'm way too used to order. I feel I should have noticed how stiff I was being."
It made Brandy curious about who Maple's Poké-mom was. She'd never actually seen them. Kind of like Fenny, they always seemed to be away at work. She knew it was something to do with fashion, but beyond that, she didn't know much. She really hadn't wanted to think about Maple any more than she had to while at school. Now she'd gotten past the smug outer layer. She really wasn't so bad. Kind of like Calcine. There was a lot under there if you could warm her up some.
Hopefully, she'd like what she had planned. Because this could go pretty badly.
--
"No way," Maple said, "I'll freeze my chest off."
"You gotta!" Brandy said, gesturing to the lake. "Water Pokémon won't come out to us. You gotta swim."
"It's raining, and it's freezing! This is a trick."
"Nah," Sparky said, "I know what she's planning; it makes sense. Totally your type."
It was nice for Sparky to back Brandy up without causing trouble. She'd have expected some teasing, at least about her awful idea.
"You should probably take your clothes off first," Sparky said. "You won't want to put wet ones back on."
Oh, okay, never mind. There was the other motive.
"Okay, I'm going to, out of respect for you coming all this way, do this," Maple said, giving Calcine her Umbrella before peeling up her shirt. "But if there's nothing in there, I'm allowed to drown Brandy."
"No," Calcine said, pulling the umbrella down for maximum coverage from the churning rain. "You're not."
"Until she's sorry. Or dead. One of the two. Preferably both."
"It'll be fine!" Brandy said, "I thought you were a badass. Getting cold is nothing. It's not even an Ice Type! We'll make a log layer and get a campfire going for you."
Calcine would not help while it was raining, and Sparky usually only helped when she felt it was a big sacrifice, so what Brandy meant was she'd do it. Which was fine. Camping was something she was good at.
"And you're going to watch me?"
"Yeah!" Sparky nodded. "Want to see you crush it, you're going to do great. You look good, you act good, you're all good!"
"Thanks. I think" Maple snorted and shrugged her top off.
It was a little annoying how Calcine and Sparky's breath caught as they saw her with nothing but a bra on. They didn't make that noise for her!
"Wow, you are gifted. Your Poké-mom must be stacked." Sparky said.
"Moms," Maple said quietly as she undid her belt. "They're a Falinks"
"Oh damn," Calcine said, "That must be hard to get away with anything."
"They're usually quite busy." Maple smiled. "But very supportive. Maybe a bit too supportive now, I think on it."
Brandy couldn't even really comprehend it. Falinks were pretty weird even for Pokémon, multiple bodies with one mind were pretty up there on the bizarre scale, and Fighting Types were really ambitious. She must have been pressed to excel from all directions growing up. You'd never get away with anything with that many moms. Or just two moms but multiple mom bodies? How would it even work? It sounded like a real headache.
"She's probably just wanting the best for you!" Brandy said, trying to be charitable. "Uh, how do you inherit multiple bodies, though?"
"You don't! I was with you when we learned this, inheritance approximates. It isn't one-to-one. You pick up traits, not actual looks. Else we'd just be Pokémon by now."
Maple had a good lecturing voice, enough to make people pay attention even though she was half-naked. Admonishing enough that Brandy felt a little guilty she'd not paid proper attention in school. It really would have made a lot of things easier. "Twins and Triples are more common, but it was just me! It's not a guarantee."
"I don't think I could handle multiple Maple's."
"Darn right, you couldn't," Maple smirked as she kicked out of her expensive-looking jeans and neatly folded them up. Then dipped her feet in the water, still wearing her white underwear, looking back with a shiver at the others.
"You sure there's a Pokémon in there?"
"Ninety Percent," Brandy nodded. "So I got a good chance of not drowning today!"
Maple narrowed her eyes at that, but she was trusting, it seems, or maybe just stubborn and stepped into the water. Her blonde hair fanned around her as she swam out, swearing colorfully about how cold it was.
Brandy had to hope this worked. Because she would probably get murdered if nothing turned up.
Chapter 34: Fishy Buisness
Summary:
Brandy shows Maple her first capture target.
Unfortunately, they haven't forgotten Brandy.
Notes:
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"So, was this a plan to drown Maple?" Sparky asked as she sat beside Brandy.
Brandy just ignored her. She had a campfire to build! Luckily this place was a nice fireplace spot, so she hadn't had to wander off to find logs and pick up the damp piles people had left for her. Getting a fire going was going to be rough, but she had a plan there too.
Calcine was holding onto her umbrella and huddling right in the middle. Her legs curled up to her chest so they wouldn't get splashed by the rain droplets. She gave Brandy a thin stare as Brandy stacked logs around her.
"I'm not feeling hot right now," Calcine huffed, but she kept still, so the wood piled around her wouldn't fall out.
"You're about to watch Maple try to capture her first. I think you'll get there." Brandy said, clicking her tongue thoughtfully. "Why do you not like rain, anyway?"
"Water makes me soft, which for you is like being ... hot?" she chews her lip. "Like when you think about Bunny and Shark Pokémon."
"They are not my type!" Brandy says, only half lying. They were, but weren't all Pokémon? It didn't count. "And what's wrong with being hot? You get hot all the time."
Calcine reached out to stroke under Brandy's chin. Her fingers were stiff and cold. "Is this sexy?"
"I mean," Brandy chewed her bottom lip, "More uncomfortable, but it should be? Sorry"
"No, that's the point. Water makes me feel like I should be worked up, but it's missing the heat inside. Feels all weird, like when you're horny, but want to focus on other things."
"Things like this!" Sparky said, waving her hands at Maple swimming out in the pond. "I love you being sappy, but come on, focus!"
Brandy finished stacking up the wood around Calcine so it formed a protective wall from the rain around her legs and then went and grabbed Sparky, dragging her over to Calcine's Umbrella and dropping her in under it so they could shield Calcine's sides by huddling up to her. The efforts to make her more comfortable got a smile out of Calcine, which made it worth it. Dry firewood was just going to be a bonus.
"Like hugging a rock," Sparky snorted, worming her way under Calcine's arm and laying her head on her chest as she watched out over the lake. "Better appreciate this. You're nicer, all warmed up."
"Aww, you said I'm nice" Calcine ruffled Sparky's soft blonde hair, the Joltik gnashing at her hands playfully as Brandy settled in the other side, happy to let them tease each other for a change.
Maple was an incredible swimmer, which Brandy had never thought to question because Maple was good at everything.
She wasn't moving fast, but moved with grace and fluidity to float along the pond's surface. Her arms were fanning along the water to keep herself up, using as little energy as possible as she drifted there. There was only the faintest of a tremble from the cold water, clearly not wanting to show weakness to the crowd watching her. Trainers were expected to be used to people watching them have sex. In any tournament, bar the absolute strangest, you'd have sex in front of enormous crowds.
There was no escaping it. You'd at least have one human watching you, even with smaller practice fights.
"She must be freezing her tits off." Sparky was still shuffling to warm up Calcine, clearly chilly herself. "If nothing turns up, she will use her nipples to cut you into pieces."
"That doesn't even make sense. You're just lost in the boobs." Brandy said, and Sparky didn't disagree. Figures. But she didn't mind if Sparky had her attention directed at a very impressive watery chest. It'd mean she was free to help heat Calcine up some. Brandy trailed her fingers along Calcine's stomach, giving her neck a few playful kisses. It was like trying to make out with a statue, one that she was exceptionally fond of, sure, but it was still awkward. "Hey, when you get your cloak, will you always be soft? Won't that mean you're horny all the time?"
"I'll be a Fire Type," Calcine said. "But that just means passionate. Lapidary got into art. I might find an interest of my own to pour my passion into,"
"Or just become relentlessly horny." Sparky laughed. "You get so bad when you're warmed up."
"That's an unfair stereotype!" Calcine said, giving Brandy a squeeze into her side that made Brandy squeak from the firmness of it. "I'd just become relentlessly horny for my Trainer. Far more healthy."
Brandy would catch fire first if she kept up with that talk, so she was thankful for many reasons when a Pokémon burst out of the water in front of Maple. Their long, flowing red hair formed a crescent as water wicked off it, an impressively showy entrance as it arced out from her. Brandy was familiar with them. That single pure white horn rising from her forehead wasn't easy for her to forget.
Mahi the Goldeen. Who she'd repel sprayed in the mouth because she was tired. She probably didn't hold a grudge.
"Oh, hello there~" Mahi purred, looking over Maple's body. "I've no idea why the waters are so cool with a hot thing like you in- BRANDY JOYCE. I SEE YOU"
Oh shit, she didn't just hold a grudge. She'd looked up her name.
Brandy raised her hand to explain herself and took a jet of ice cold water straight to the face, Mahi's long, flowing red frills with white edging blowing back as she kept launching a torrent of water Brandy's way. Sparky was already drawing out an electric web to whip into the water when the jet stopped because Maple put a hand in Mahi's red hair and dunked her straight under the water, bubbles floating up.
Mopping water out of her eyes, Brandy could just make out Maple's stare through blurry vision, and she looked pissed.
"What did you do?" Maple yelled as Mahi flailed under her arm. "Explain!"
"I just repelled her," Brandy said, her explanation cut short as she began coughing up water.
"In the face!" Sparky cackled, "It was brutal."
Mahi's hands shot up from the water to grapple Maple's shoulders and pull her underwater with her, Maple disappearing with a surprised yelp.
"Oh, she is going to murder me," Brandy said, "This was a mistake."
"I do love seeing you learn from your mistakes," Calcine said, nuzzling close to Brandy. She was warm, and Brandy was sopping wet and cold. She let the jab slide and took the hug.
Maple and Mahi were thrashing about angrily in the water, and it was possibly the least sexy thing Brandy had ever seen. Trainers without Pokémon didn't fight their first Pokémon, but Maple was doing a darn good job of getting Mahi into a headlock, even as the Goldeen lifted Maple into a bridal carry. Maple kicked madly with those gorgeous long legs as she tugged on Mahi's hair, and the Goldeen bit along her arm in a frenzy.
Okay. Maybe it was a little sexy, in a completely insane way. You get a figure like Maple's sopping wet, and you already had sexy, but coupled with Mahi's elegant look and equally impressive and soaked wet chest? Calcine was heating up fast, and Brandy felt her own blush even through her soaked clothes. Water wrestling was something she'd missed out on. Maybe she should have given Mahi a shot.
Okay, final verdict. This was ridiculously hot. Two beautiful women going at it was just, well...
"This is awesome," Sparky said, voice lost in her reverence of the moment. It summed up Brandy's thoughts perfectly. It really was.
Mahi and Maple stopped in their struggles, staring daggers at each other. Maple's blonde hair was a soaked mess that had snarled itself behind her. In revenge, Maple had curled up Mahi's long red hair in her fist, and the Trainer was using the leverage it gave to tug Mahi about.
"I'm not letting go until you admit defeat," Maple growled at Mahi. It impressed Brandy how hard she hit her words. She was getting goosebumps from over here. Up close, Maple's declaration must have cut right down into Mahi's hindbrain and pushed a few buttons.
Mahi's eyes widened. Maple's grip loosened slightly, but she held Mahi in place, Mahi's long red hair drifting in the pond around Maple's fist.
"Oh, you're trying to capture me?" Mahi said, her frills flickering against her body. It was strange to have a dress as part of your body, but damn if Mahi didn't make it work for her.
"Yes? Yes!" Maple said, staring at the Goldeen suspiciously. Brandy tried to hold in a giggle. It would be mean to tease at how badly this was going. She'd not done much better her first time.
The pair awkwardly stared into each other's eyes. As the penny finally dropped, their lips crashed together, and they began furiously making out, water splashing around them as they tasted each other's tongues.
"Well, they're compatible," Calcine said, warm enough now the logs were finally drying out. "No denying that."
"Holy shit," Sparky was wide-eyed, staring at the pair in the water as they both showed off their lung capacity by letting the kiss drag on and on. "I want to kiss like that."
"We can practice later" Brandy blew Sparky a kiss, and Sparky's cheeks sparkled with static. Cute blush! Though tussling with that electric tongue was dangerous, Sparky knew how to use it.
Maple was voracious, moving from Mahi's mouth to get the Goldeen making spluttering gasps as Maple kissed down along her neck.
"Am I good enough now?" Maple said breathlessly, licking along Mahi's jaw. Her hands groped at Mahi's breasts, a gasp escaping the Goldeen as Maple mashed away with her fingers at that ample chest. It looked like pure furious lust, but Brandy had a little experience squeezing boobs now and knew technique when she saw it. Maple was giving her best for Mahi, and the poor Water Pokémon couldn't handle it.
"You are so fucking good," Mahi panted, one hand slipping down Maple's back to cup the Trainer's ass cheek. The pair were still flattering in and out of kisses, their tongues dancing together as Maple slowly pushed Mahi backwards into the pond. "Wait. I want something if it's all right?"
"Hrm?" Maple had puffed herself up after the compliment, looking as pleased as if she'd already won. She nodded, and Mahi leaned in to whisper together conspiratorially. After a brisk back and forth, Maple cups a hand to her mouth and calls out over the waters.
"Brandy? Can you come here a minute, please? You could be of some help" Maple's voice was saccharine sweet like she was about to ask for a favour and wanted to butter up Brandy because she would no doubt say no.
She was wrong. Brandy couldn't even think of refusing because she'd promised to help Maple here. She was committed, and her clothes were soaked already. She might as well get in there. Calcine patted her ass to push her forward as she stepped out into the thin rain. Then she saw it.
For a Goldeen, Mahi had a smile that would have made a Carvanha proud.
Brandy didn't like where this was going. Oh, she didn't like this at all.
Chapter 35: Pumped Up
Summary:
Mahi helps Brandy get wet.
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Brandy approached Mahi like she was going to her execution, wading into the water slowly as the rain splashed around her. Calcine and Sparky had helped her strip down to her underwear with some playful poking. Now they were watching with held breath, confident they were about to get a show.
"So nice to see you again," Mahi said as Brandy kicked forward. Her voice dripping with so much sugar it made Brandy shiver. No one who spoke that way was up to good things.
"So uh, sorry about uh... last time." Brandy pawed her hands together; if she wasn't already cold from the water, she'd have been sweating.
Maple laid a hand on Mahi's arm, fingers pressing under the skirt like frills. They were unusual, more like shining feathers than actual fish scales and a gorgeous shade of red that faded to pure white at the tips. They looked pretty comfy, and how they fluttered as Mahi moved her body was mesmerizing. Not in a Move kind of way. Brandy had learned her lesson there from Orchid. Mahi was just a delight to look at, is all.
Brandy desperately begged her brain to not get lost in how good Pokémon looked just this once, so she could focus, but without the shot of adrenaline in her blood, it seemed happy to bubble away, admiring Mahi's whole look.
Maple was rolling her fingers under those frills, massaging Mahi and making the Water Pokémon sway her head happily in time to the presses.
"She helped me," Maple said, mouth so close to Mahi's ear she only needed to whisper, "Don't upset me now by being petty."
There was a little envy at how Maple so confidently handled a Pokémon she hadn't even bound yet. It hadn't worked with Mercury, but now Maple had set her sights on someone more reasonable than her first. She'd regained that air of the annoyingly perfect Trainer again.
"Brandy turned me down when I offered. I'm not mad," Mahi said obvious anger in her narrowed eyes. "I just want to know why and show her what she missed."
Maple snorted and shook her head, not fooled by Mahi's intentions for a second. Every Type has quirks they're famous for, and Water Types were seducers. They had to be to lure people into the waters, so they all had their own tricks. Being ethereally pretty like Mahi was popular, but they could also be brazenly fun and strong like a Sharpedo. Then there was Tentacruel's reputation for showing a woman a good time that Brandy had thought about a lot.
Honestly, most Trainers had, at some point. Tentacruel were infamous for being a lot to handle in the best way.
Water Type's often picked and pursued their Partners rather than the other way around and would conspire with their Partners once a bond had formed to sleep with others. Very popular for more shy people who need a little help to be outgoing, or in Maple's case, for Trainers who'd love a confident Pokémon who would give their best.
"I was just exhausted," Brandy said, rubbing her arm. "You'd work nicely with the team, great even!"
She wasn't even lying. When Calcine evolved, they would struggle horribly if they had to tumble with a Rock Pokémon or anyone with sneaky Rock moves. Mahi wouldn't do bad to help fix that problem. That she was scorching hot, ironic for a Water type, certainly didn't hurt either.
Mahi got closer to Brandy, Maple kicking her feet to be tugged along, smiling as Mahi reached out to touch under Brandy's chin. "So you missed out?"
"Yeah," Brandy said, ducking her head. "But it worked out? Maple seems to like you."
"She's beautiful." Maple said and flexed an arm, water dripping off her bicep. It wasn't impressive muscle. Just like Mahi, she had a far more slender look. "Goldeen are surprisingly strong from their looks, so she'll be able to really do things to a woman, and that's not even getting into how they can. Well, why don't you show Brandy?"
Brandy squeaked as Mahi didn't wait for another second, wrapping her arms around Brandy and pulling her into a firm hug, her ample chest pressing against Brandy's chin. She could hear Sparky catcalling over the rain. Of course, she would enjoy this.
"Do you like my breasts, Brandy?" Mahi said as she pushed them up into Brandy's face. Soft, wet and silky, even with a pit of terror yawning in Brandy's stomach, she could enjoy the feeling of them.
"Y-yes, ma'am." Brandy said, mind already spiralling as her tongue twisted, trying to talk herself out of this massive hole she'd dug herself. Mahi just stared at her, so Brandy did the foolish thing and kept talking. "I like breasts, and these are good ones? Very... breasty."
Brandy could see Maple trying not to laugh at her, her bottom lip bit tight to keep herself in check. This wasn't easy for her!
"Good girl," Mahi said, fingers stroking through Brandy's hair. "Now, tell me how they feel."
Brandy's entire body went stiff. This was such a bad idea. She should Repel spray her way out of this again and run for the hills.
But, also ... they were a really lovely pair. How bad could things get, really? Why not enjoy them a little?
So Brandy sunk her face into the inviting cleavage, voice muffled as she let her mouth run itself while her brain enjoyed the soft, smothering sensation. "They're big? Enormous! And soft? Warm... um... boobs good?"
"Don't break my new friend. I only just got her," Maple said, giving Mahi's side a press, trailing her fingers along Mahi's skin. "Or at least speed it up! If you drag this out, I will ravish you and ruin your cool."
Mahi bumped her hips back against Maple, making her giggle as the pair rubbed against each other in front of Brandy. She'd already been blushing pretty severely, and this didn't help her at all. She was about to pull away when Mahi tightened her grip on her hair and pulled her up out of her chest.
"I'm going to do this once," Mahi whispered into Brandy's ear, "And you're going to spend the rest of your life wishing you had me."
Wait. Horribly confident, talented, pretty and able to hold a grudge if they're beaten? Oh no, she'd set Maple up with the Pokémon version of herself.
Mahi slid her fingers down Brandy's stomach and slipped them inside her panties, her fingers curling into Brandy's warm insides. She really was stronger than she looked, able to press with such firm stroking pressure that Brandy's legs began shaking as her face found a new shade of red to turn.
"Oh fuck yes..." Brandy whined, clutching onto Mahi's wrist as her hand slid further inside, smooth fingertips crushing along her inside walls. Maple was enjoying squeezing Mahi's chest and nibbling at her neck, shaking her head now and then in disbelief at her potential Partner. The sheer cocky nerve of her to do this. But she didn't call them out on it, so it seemed Brandy had guessed right. Maple wanted someone confident and a little bullish.
It seemed like it would be a gentle finger fucking to prove her skill, and Brandy fell right for the fish Pokémon's bait.
When Brandy finally felt safe enough to lower her guard, she felt a rushing fizzle in her pussy. Then a stream of water blasted from Mahi's fingertips. The pressure raced along sensitive flesh in a hot white rush of mind-melting ecstasy. Brandy screamed aloud, her eyes rolling back and her legs bucking uncontrollably around Mahi's hands. Her knees locked together, forcing Mahi's fingers into Brandy until they were buried deep within her, the rushing water battering every inch of her relentlessly, hammering her harder than any cock could.
"Holy shit," Maple gasped, "That is one hell of a Move. You're certainly not all talk Mahi."
Maple's words were lost on Brandy. She couldn't focus on anything except those two fingers sliding in and out of her body, the rush of water pressure washing her insides and flooding her senses. It was too much to take, but somehow she kept herself afloat as she grasped onto Mahi for support, groaning as a dizzying orgasm washed over her.
"Fuck!" Brandy cried out, shuddering and writhing in Mahi's grasp. She tried to say more, but the words died in a tumbling snarl in her throat. Her whole body was trembling, and Brandy felt as bad as when Sparky had shocked her. If she hadn't gone through that, she might not have even survived this conscious. Intense, so intense she felt disjointed and floating outside her body, in a whole other plain of fuzzy pleasure.
"Like that?" Mahi said, a pearly white grin right before Brandy's fluttering eyes.
"Y-yeah," Brandy said as if it wasn't painfully obvious.
"Want more?"
"M...mmm." Brandy nodded furiously. She wasn't sure she could take it, but she was in the zone now. She wanted it.
"Open your mouth then," Mahi said, letting Brandy go. She had to kick to stay afloat, which wasn't easy as the Goldeen dove into the water.
Weird, but Brandy did as she was told. She was down for whatever Goldeen was planning.
Mahi came out of the water with a vengeful cry of victory, raising a sopping wet bottle of Repel Spray from the water and getting Brandy in the mouth with a heavy spray.
It didn't work on Trainer's to dampen the desire to make bonds, but getting sprayed with the strange-tasting chemical killed Brandy's mood with no problem.
"BWAGH", Brandy spluttered as she rocked back, the shock of it making her legs kick as she spat in the air. Sparky's cackling laughter from the shore was so loud it drowned out her swearing. "You sprayed me!"
"Now we're even," Mahi said with a sweet smile. Maple was laughing so severely that she was in danger of drowning.
"Where did you even get that!" Brandy spluttered. "Pokémon don't carry Repel Spray."
"We can buy it though. And I learned all about Brandy Joyce while plotting a little revenge."
Brandy couldn't believe it. This was all premeditated? Sure, she'd been a jerk but holding a grudge that big was ridiculous! She had to stop what she'd started.
"Bwhah." Brandy stroked her tongue with a hand to get the taste of Repel Spray off it. It really was the worst, not a bad taste but a strange chemical oiliness dripping down her throat like the most unpleasant runny flu. "Maple, she's petty! Evil! A super villain! You can't capture her! She'll take over the world."
Maple kissed Mahi's cheek. "Perfect, that was my plan all along."
Chapter 36: Warm Fuzzies
Summary:
Brandy cools off while Maple catches Mahi.
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Brandy trudged through the mud as she did a walk of shame back up from the pond. Her spiky red hair had gotten so soaked it'd lost its shape and draped down onto her neck, dripping cold water onto her as she returned to her Partners.
Calcine had laid out the dried wood and stacked up more wood atop it, Sparky kneeling to blow at some kindling they'd stacked inside, trying to get the flame to catch. Brandy walked over to help, sighing as she felt the exhaustion in her limbs, but she didn't even get the chance before Calcine pulled her down into a blissfully warm hug. The heat radiating out from the Rock Pokémon had Brandy relaxing so quickly that she almost drifted off to sleep right there and then.
"You liked that?" Brandy murmured. Calcine was soft right now, and she pressed her face into her arm, curled up in Calcine's lap as her muscular arms cradled Brandy. "I'm all wet. Sorry."
"Shhh," Calcine shuffled Brandy to get them more comfortable against her, letting Brandy rest her head on Calcine's shoulder. "We loved hearing you scream out there. Now let us take care of you."
"And the Repel Spray was funny," Sparky said between puffing breaths into the campfire, trying to get the flame burning up the kindling to catch the wood. "You deserved that"
Brandy wrung out some water from her hair and flicked it at Sparky, the Joltik squeaking as it splashed in her fur as she used her body to save her work with the fire from the spray. "Deserve worse! Such a Pokémon bully!"
"I gave you a good show! I think you've been spoiled," Brandy said, but she couldn't be mad. Calcine was rubbing sides and thighs soothingly with those warm hands, and being wrapped up in Calcine's heat was just what she needed right now.
"It was pretty good," Sparky said with a shrug. "I'd have liked some oral or some penetration."
"It was lovely," Calcine said, squeezing Brandy's thighs with firm, hot fingers until Brandy moaned loudly and wiggled in her lap to work out the feelings flowing through her. "Let's give Maple a chance to get properly used to Mahi before we go for a battle."
Sparky rolled a note of disgust in her throat, making Brandy giggle. "Forget you're Electric as well sometimes. It's hard to wear you out."
"You do, though. You're a monster." Sparky perked up her head as there was a crackle and a flame blossomed over one of the larger pieces of wood. The light of the growing fire made her blue eyes shine. "Did it! Can I get in on the hug?"
Brandy held her arms open, and Sparky jumped right into her lap, making both Brandy and Calcine splutter from her sudden weight.
"Yessss" Sparky was just a bundle of excited enthusiasm, squeezing Brandy's chest as she writhed about in her lap, sparks popping in her fur from all the rubbing as she got comfortable. "A Pokémon needs her cuddles, after all."
"Mm-hmm," Calcine said, nuzzling Brandy's wet hair with her chin as they sandwiched the trainer between them. It wasn't really sexy, maybe a little from the chest squeezes, but it was more a kind of cozy intimacy. Like cuddling up on a couch, they even had a show to watch, only slightly obscured by the spitting rain.
Maple and Mahi had gotten back to each other. The water hid most of the action, but the furious kissing was good to watch. Mahi was worked up after getting her revenge, and Maple was determined to do better than her first attempt to capture a Pokémon, so they were kissing each other like crazy. Lips were getting bit; cheeks squeezed between hands, and hair pulled as they fought for dominance.
"Mahi's going to drown her at this rate. Woof." Brandy was enjoying Calcine's heat, but watching Maple do her work was making her blush a little all on its own.
"Both so pretty, it's ridiculous," Sparky said, settling in Brandy's lap. The flames from the campfire shined off Brandy's skin as they grew brighter. Calcine stroked Brandy's hair as she watched over her shoulder, drying it out as the fire's warmth spread across the camp and added to the warm hug.
"You made a good pick," Calcine said as she tried to reshape some of Brandy's hair spikes. Far too wet to work, but playing with the hair was fun. "They seem like they'll bounce off each other well. Both are rather ambitious. Just worry about whoever gets added to that pair from here. They'll have to be Steel to put up with it."
"Mrrrgh, throw me in there," Sparky growled. "I'll let them tear me apart."
Brandy bit Sparky's shoulder, the Joltik squirming happily as Brandy worried Sparky's skin with her teeth. The fur was soft against her tongue, the taste of Sparky, a sharp tang that helped to balance out that horrible chemical blandness of the Repel Spray. Brandy gave the fur a few licks, sparks crackling off her tongue and making her mouth feel fuzzy and her teeth tingle like licking the end of a battery, but with the reward of some happy squeals from her Partner.
Sparky wasn't the only one squealing. Mahi had wrapped Maple up in her arms, frills drifting in the water as Maple leaned her head back and let out some soulful groans. The water hid what was happening below, but the sharp cries left little to the imagination. Mahi's head horn wasn't the only thing she could drill Maple with; she was drilling her good.
"Wonder if I'm bigger," Sparky mumbled, "I know Maple's taken big before, but she sounds like Mahi ain't much of a downgrade."
"You're so proud of your dick!" Brandy ruffled Sparky's hair. "Show off."
"Got a lot to show off," Sparky smirks over a rather intense wail from Maple. "Yikes. Maple's going to win, right? Mahi is really giving it to her."
"Don't have to exhaust to win," Calcine said, "But she looks like she's going to try. Think Mahi is just making sure she works for it."
The sound of sex was getting louder and the cries more frequent, the two women getting into it and not caring one bit who heard.
"Maple!" Sparky yelled, "You can do it! Fuck her up!"
The cheering would not help, but the pair in the water had conspired to make Brandy go all weak-kneed. So why shouldn't she get in on the teasing for a change?
"Yeah, go Maple! Roll those hips!" Brandy yelled, bouncing Sparky in her lap as they cheered together. Calcine didn't join in, but she did grab hold of the umbrella.
Sparky and Brandy led a full-on cheer section for Maple as she splashed in the water with Mahi, and it wasn't long before a great rushing cut through the air, and an arc of water blasted out from the pond and up towards the campfire. Calcine shifted the umbrella to catch it as it slammed against the fabric with a great pattering, the fire hissing as droplets hit the crackling wood.
"Idiots," Calcine said, but fondly, kissing Brandy's cheek.
Then she joined in with the cheers.
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It'd take a while for Maple and Mahi to wind down and come out of the water. Mahi had the biggest smile as she walked about with the binding ball wires still trailing off her neck, the ball dangling between her breasts like some kind of medal. Maple was far less chipper, wrapped in a towel and shivering as she sat by the group's fire.
"You'll take to water eventually with me," Mahi said, spinning on the spot in a pirouette, her frills fluttering around behind her. "You wait, underwater sex is the best. All weightless, and I can make everything rub up all ... mmm!"
Maple sneezed and hugged her towel tighter, a thin victory smile on her lips. "Your kissing is bad enough. I almost drowned on your tongue."
"I don't know," Sparky said, feeding in a new log for the fire. "That kissing looked pretty good!"
"Oh, it was wonderful," Mahi dropped behind Maple and wrapped her up in a hug, squeezing the towel tight around her and shuffling her arms to help dry her off. "I got the best Trainer."
"Well, second best, maybe," Calcine said, though she was watching just as intently as everyone else. Maple looked good dry, and she looked good wet. Total Pokémon bait.
"Psh," Mahi flicked her long red hair back, dismissive of the idea she could have got the worst of what was on offer. "What do you think, Brandy? Was I any good?"
Brandy poked her tongue out at Mahi through the blush. She still tingled from the Water Pulse that'd had her feeling like when Remi had turned her into jelly. If Mahi had kept it up any longer, she would have needed a lifeguard to drag her out of the pond. That Maple endured proved she had worked up some resistance fast. Maybe her time with Mercury hadn't been a total bust.
"You made her yell almost as loud as Sparky has," Calcine said, honest to a fault. Sparky was preening herself at the compliment. "That isn't a simple thing to do."
"Thanks," Mahi said, and she gave Brandy an actual genuine smile. "You're an awful Trainer, Brandy, but a good matchmaker."
"She's good! Two to one Pokémon," Sparky defended her honor, hand over her heart. "And she's relentless! Won't leave us alone. Get so much sex I'm glad to rest my hips."
What a shameless liar!
"I'll take you both," Maple said, feet kicking as they warmed by the fire. "Later. I want to get ready for it, but one day I will beat both of your asses."
Sparky mewled with excitement, hugging herself. Maple's eyebrows shot up at her reaction.
"Yeah," Brandy said, "I wouldn't think too hard about that. Sparky's a special one."
"Hopefully one of a kind," Calcine said deadpan, "You going to stick with us longer, Maple? We'd be happy to have you, but I have a date planned for Brandy."
Mahi shrugged, sharing a look with Maple. "I think we got plans," Mahi said and then winked at Maple making her blush. "Once she's caught her breath."
"Aw! I had to wait two days!" Sparky squeaked, "Maple, you're spoiling her!"
"Well, I said she's the best," Mahi grinned. "Make Brandy want it more if she's holding out. Maple's very, very eager for a rematch."
Maple was hiding in her towel now, but her smile was a white beacon she couldn't hide. Just what had Mahi done under that water? Brandy would have to watch out when they finally did battle. Mahi was no joke.
"Enjoy yourselves," Maple said, voice muffled by the towel. "Take Brandy clothes shopping if you can. Her clothes are so torn up she looks like she fought a Pangoro."
"Oh, she won't need clothes," Calcine said, "But maybe after, we'll see what I have left. Dressing her up sounds nice."
Of course, they had plans to get her naked for a date. Of course. Why would she expect anything different from a date with these two?
Brandy couldn't wait.
Chapter 37: Brandy's Type
Summary:
Future team talk and trying to work out Brandy's Type
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After sharing some marshmallows that weren't the best because of the rain, the group agreed to separate. After all, Maple seemed keen to get to know Mahi better, and Calcine wasn't about to do a double date. She'd booked Brandy for the evening and learned from Sparky that she had to be sure she got her time with how easily Brandy got distracted.
The rain didn't let up as they walked back into town.
"I can put you in the ball if you want?" Brandy said to Calcine, who was pressing in so tightly under the umbrella it was actually pushing Brandy out now and then.
"No," Calcine said, "I want to spend time with you still, and this is nice."
"For you, maybe!" Sparky huffed. "You're not the one getting squashed by all this hard skin."
"Can ball you too, Sparky?"
"No way, I got excuses to rub on you. I love this,"
Calcine punched Sparky's arm for the cheek of lying, which she used to propel herself into Brandy and rub against her. Absolutely shameless.
"We're going to be on time for the date, are we? That kind of took a bit," Brandy said, kicking her way through a puddle that Calcine skimmed around. Her boots and coat were the only bits of her clothes that were not a little threadbare now, but if she had to pick, she'd have chosen those, so it wasn't so bad. Any chill she'd get from having holes in her clothes was more than made up by being trapped between the Calcine rock and the warm bundle of energy that was Sparky.
"No, we got time, though, if you want to be efficient."
"Nope!"
Calcine ignored Sparky. "If you want to be efficient, we could discuss some things now?"
"Non-relationship things? Or am I not going to be able to talk on this date because my mouth will be full constantly?"
Calcine grinned. "You'll find out."
Brandy really wanted to know if Calcine had organized this date while she was expressing her Fire side or not now. It'd be the difference between having an enjoyable meal with them and being an enjoyable meal *for* them.
Still it wasn't Brandy's only worry. "The biggest worry is money. I don't want to hit the gym again until we know each other well enough that you get a new move."
"Do well enough on the date, and one of us might!" Sparky said, "Early in relationships, we grow a lot quicker. I remember Tinnitus got Sucker Punch from her first kiss."
Brandy squinted at Sparky to see if she was joking, but it was still hard to tell. She gave her the benefit of the doubt on this one. "Wouldn't Sucker Punch be a pretty bad first kiss?"
"Yeah, but memorable!" Sparky said with an added little cackle. "Still not living it down."
"Who's Tinnitus?" Calcine asked, just idly curious as she shied from the rain.
"My sister"
Sparky squeaked as she walked out into the rain because Calcine and Brandy had stopped. "The heck?"
"You have a sister?" Brandy said, finding it hard to put Sparky and family in the same head. She seemed such a relentless free agent.
"Psh, no. I have sisters. Like, twenty, maybe? You lose count. Joltik groups are super big."
"Oh, Arceus, that's terrifying." Calcine said, "Are they all like you?"
"Yeah! We're all great."
"Fuck." Brandy shivered. "How is Turrfield still on the map?"
"What? Hey!" Sparky jumped to pinch Brandy's cheeks. "You love me. You'd love more of me."
"Fuck no, one is enough. I'm not that strong a Trainer." Brandy felt a deep dread in her stomach. Were there going to be family visits? Could she survive such a high concentration of teasing?
"We could capture them all. You'd get stronger quick with all of us. Could be the first Joltik Ace!"
"Let's ... diverse the team a bit more first," Calcine said diplomatically, giving Brandy a peck of a kiss to share comfort over the terror of the Joltik apocalypse before continuing, "You have one binding ball left, Brandy. Are you looking for anything in particular? We could use someone with some Soft Moves. Is there any Pokémon, in particular, you'd like to capture?"
"Gardevoir," Brandy said immediately.
Calcine and Sparky stared at Brandy, blue and orange glowing in sync as they studied her face.
"I mean, yeah, obviously," Calcine said with a shrug.
"Duh. I'd fuck a Gardevoir. They're hot as hell," Sparky said, biting her lip. "Mmf."
"Let's exclude the one every trainer wants," Calcine said, squeezing Brandy's side. "Pick another, and if you say Milotic, I will smack you."
It was hardly fair to take the super hot snake lady off the table, but Brandy guessed it was another simple answer. Brandy had to mull this over now. It wasn't easy because there weren't many Pokémon she didn't have the hots for. If she wanted to cover their future Rock weakness, it left Fighting, Steel, and Ground. Calcine was hard enough that she wasn't up for going with Steel yet. She'd have bruises, and Ground types were rare and a bit of a pain to capture. Their personality wasn't really her thing now. She enjoyed the outgoing parts of her partners' personalities too much to get someone reclusive.
"A Fighting would be good, actually." She settled on.
"They're not really soft moves?" Calcine said, but she looked curious.
"They could be! Like a Clobbopus, maybe?"
"Woah. Muscles and tentacles. That's a real type, Brandy," Sparky grinned, wiggling her tongue at Brandy. "You can barely handle us. They'd turn you to mush."
"You jealous of the tentacles?"
"No way. I'd watch them ruin you. Heck, I'd give tips."
Sparky squeaked as Brandy ruffled her hair, pressing at her cheeks as the Joltik squirmed. Calcine held the umbrella firmly as the two tussled. "Maybe I'd have them ruin you! Pest."
"It's not a bad pick," Calcine said, sounding rather pleased at a sensible choice. "I'm happy with a Fighting type, and we could use someone more on the battle side. Sparky is full of sneaky tricks, and I'm more of a lynchpin for you to rest on. Someone quick who can land good hits would be really useful."
"Mercury could do that," Sparky said. "She's not Fighting, which I think would be cool. But we all know Mercury's strong as hell."
"Yeah, but we couldn't capture her." Brandy said, "She's nearly got a hundred wins and put Maple in the Poké-Center. I'm not really up for getting my insides rearranged today."
"We couldn't capture her now. But what if we got her to show a move?" Calcine said, "It's not just naming that has a reward. There are bucks to be earned for revealing the moves of Pokémon."
"And no one's got any out of Mercury yet. She runs them over too fast. We get a few of her moves. We get money, and we can gear up some," Sparky said, nuzzling onto Brandy's side. "Believe in you."
It was a terrible idea. Even with two Pokémon, she was pretty sure Mercury would take them apart. The Galar Rapidash knew how to fight and had beat scores of Trainers all while giving nothing away. What would they even do to make her give up a move? Brandy gave a long sigh as she considered it.
"She'd be quite weak to me," Calcine offered. "Rock and Fire, both her weaknesses. I'm pretty much ideal for taking her on."
Brandy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Why was Calcine volunteering this now? She was usually so cautious. "Is this a test? You want to see if I'm being sensible?"
"No," Calcine said, "Well, sort of. How would you go about it if you wanted to do this?"
"Planning," Brandy said. "We'd need a good plan to do it, a way to disable her speed. Some way to force her to use a move and a way to escape. That's a lot."
Calcine beamed, picking Brandy up in a hug. "See, you're learning. You can not rush in when you want to."
"I'm cautious of my hips. I don't want them broken."
"Progress!" Sparky laughed, "If you can resist not charging at a gorgeous Fairy Pokémon, that's huge. Usually, you get all stupid around pretty Pokémon. "
"That's not true. I'm plenty stupid with you two," Brandy said as if this was going to win her any points. They both beamed at her. "Oh. Yeah. That's a compliment, isn't it? Shoot,"
"Idiot," Calcine said, ruffling Brandy's hair in commiseration.
"But our idiot!" Sparky slapped Brandy's butt. "Tall, hot, and stupid. We got lucky."
"I take it back. I'm going to find a Pokémon that only says nice things about me, and we're going to marry."
"As if. A Wooloo would bully you. You're just so very teasable. Must be a human type thing." Sparky said with a massive grin. She loved this way too much.
"This date better be amazing," Brandy huffed, "Or I'm trading you both in for a Sharpedo and a Scorbunny and living the dream."
"Aha! I knew you had a thing for Sharks and Bunnies." Calcine said, hip-bumping Brandy, "We'll see what we can do there. I'm not above spoiling you."
Brandy *really* wanted to know what this date was about now. It sounded like she was in for a tougher time than she'd had at the gym.
Chapter 38: It's Always Teatime
Summary:
The Date begins, Calcine and Sparky force Brandy to share.
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It was strange to see Calcine get excited, but there was no other way to explain how they acted as they approached the outskirts of Turrfield. She had a bounce in her step as she hid under the umbrella, and Sparky and Brandy were both getting bumped by the hard Rock Pokémon. They'd had to hug her to stop her from giving bruises, bouncing along with her, and splashing puddles together. Silly but fun. It made Calcine's good mood infectious, and they were all smiling if muddy and damp when they got into town.
Brandy had been trying to puzzle out what date plans Calcine actually had. Turrfield wasn't exactly a big place. If not for all the local mines, it likely wouldn't even have a Gym, and Poké-center dates didn't cost money. Booking one was a pain on short notice, so even if she'd bought some gifts, it still couldn't be that.
Where there were humans and Pokémon, people provided ways to increase their bond. Turrfield had a much bigger emphasis on outdoor activities. However, with the rain still hammering down, she doubted Calcine would be excited about anything like that. It also ruled out the local swimming pool, which Brandy was completely fine with after her experience with Mahi. She'd probably boil the pool away with blushing if she had to be reminded of that messy experience in the pond so soon.
Really, the only time Calcine had been out of their sight was at the Poké-center, which meant if she'd made date plans, it had to be with someone from there. Not really narrowing it down, considering how full it was, so Brandy just had to keep guessing until they actually got to the spot.
The place wasn't even in the center of town but on the outskirts, which was typical for Turrfield. People loved to have an excuse to invite people into their homes, and Scoria's book club had started for that reason. Well, that and probably there was someone her Poké-mom had been after who also loved books, and it'd just stuck around after that shameless lure.
Even by Turrfield standards, the place was quaint, a house made of different colored bricks with a mossy slate roof that shone from the rain. Large windows were trimmed with immaculately painted white wood. Red and white flowers absolutely covered every ledge that could take them. It looked like it'd traveled in from the past, a purposeful antique.
Sparky gave a loud snort as she read the name of the place. "Pretty & Pip Tea Room? Oh, this is so cheesy."
"It's nice," Calcine said, "Classic for the area."
"I was expecting something sexy!" Sparky bumped her head against Calcine's chest. "I'm making plans next time. You suck"
"Let's try it first," Brandy said, ruffling Sparky's hair. "I could go for cute and relaxed. Warm tea and a comfy chair sound my speed right about now."
"You won't be disappointed," Calcine said, giving Sparky a light punch on the arm. "Trust me."
"All right, all right. But if this is boring, I'm going to cause trouble."
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The inside wasn't at all what Brandy had expected. She'd thought it would be some kind of cafe with tables and a counter. But the 'Room' part of 'Tea Room' was very literal, with some tall backed chairs with comfy looking cushions arranged around a huge center table with a white cloth. More like a mini banquet, with silver trays with bell-like covers laid out ready for them, and the room lit by so many candles it gives the whole thing a brilliant, warm glow. The scent of freshly baked pastry and berries hung in the air. It was enough to remind Brandy that she hadn't eaten since breakfast, and now she really was hungry.
"All right," Sparky said, "This is a little nice. Very romantic."
"So we get a me-" Bandy's words die in her throat when their hosts walk in. Clearly, a partner pair, Pokémon and Human, both looking very cute in matching maid outfits. Not the puffy, frilly kind, but more utilitarian. For the human woman, a simple black dress with a white apron tied off with bows. She'd tied her white hair back in a fat ponytail, and the white nicely contrasted her tanned skin. She was pretty, and Calcine and Sparky weren't hiding their interest.
But that wasn't what had gotten Brandy. Because in the red maid outfit was a face she still remembered in passing from The Poke-center. The Scorbunny was unmistakable, with her long white ears with red tips. The cute little plaster on her nose and the tall, athletic body may be a little self-indulgent to like someone who matched her own tall, sporty look, but Brandy lived by a truth. Pokémon were hot, and Bunny girls were hot. The two together were just double the hotness. Especially if they had a big, stupid smile for them.
"Good afternoon!" the Scorbunny said, an excited bark to her voice as she tried to curtsey and did a really terrible job of it. Brandy forgave it immediately. She could do no wrong.
Her human partner laid a hand on her chest, speaking a lot more as a maid should. Calm and professional. "Thank you for coming by to Pretty and Pip's Team room. I'm Pip."
"I'm Pretty!" the Scorbunny said with a swish of their arm.
Sparky and Brandy were already looking at the staff with awe, so Calcine stepped up to do introductions, . "Calcine, Sparky, and Brandy. You probably remember these two from the Poké-Center. Sorry for their behavior. They're terrible around attractive-looking people."
"Am not!" Sparky said, shaking her head. "I'm only terrible for exceptionally attractive people. I can handle regular hotness. Unlike Brandy. Look, she's drooling."
Brandy slapped her mouth to check she wasn't. But she could have. 'Pretty' was just the perfect name.
"I admired your attempt to keep things calm, and it was nice speaking to you in the queue, Calcine. At least until it got messy. But don't worry about that. Get comfortable!" Pip said with a clap, smoothing over the situation effortlessly. "We've got finger food for you to start and will bring tea in shortly. Calcine said you were working on your relationships, and we think we've helped plenty a lot grow closer here."
"That's the plan," Calcine said, taking Brandy's arm and pulling her in for a quick kiss. It was worth a try to get Brandy back in the real world, but it took a long moment before the kiss even registered, and she remembered what she was doing.
"We need to make a list of Pokémon we can't fight because Brandy's going to be too busy gushing over them," Sparky said, "And hope it isn't longer than the list of the ones we can."
Pretty laughed with full boisterous energy, hands on hips and ears bouncing as they enjoyed it. "I'll try not to distract her too much. You're a good-looking bunch. Pip will bundle me in the kitchen if I get in the way."
"I'd never. You're such an excellent host." Pip once again tipped a hand to the table. "Please sit. Get comfortable! We'll guide you through things as we go."
Calcine had to tug Brandy over to a seat, the Trainer slapping her cheeks to shake some sense into herself as she got a seat. Sparky immediately moved her seat around the table to get to Brandy's side. After a thoughtful pause, no doubt judging if it'd be rude, Calcine moved her chair to claim the other side wedging Brandy between them.
Pip found it funny, laughing politely into her hand as she opened up the trays to reveal a lot of little cakes. Puffy treats with a thick layer of icing and a colorful berry planted on top. Brandy saw the blue Rawst Berry Cakes right away. They'd always been a favorite of hers, and she was shameless in snagging one for herself before the others beat her to it.
It didn't help because Sparky leaned in and just took a bite of it while it was in her hands, teeth prickling Brandy's fingers as the Joltik chomped down. Her mouth closed around them as she looked up with all four blue eyes creased up as if she could get away with it through sheer cuteness.
"I think there are some Figy Berry Cakes here," Calcine said. "Hold her down. I'll make her eat one."
Sparky muffled a panicked cry around Brandy's fingers. A clear call for her to be spared a spicy snack, but Brandy grabbed her yellow hair as she tried to pull away.
"I'm not eating one with a bite chewed out of it. Finish up." Brandy said, staring down at Sparky. The Joltik squirmed against her side, eyes lighting up. Did she like that? What had Brandy done?
"Ooh, you sure you need our help?" Pretty said, "That was smooth."
Brandy had no idea what she'd done, but Sparky licking her fingers was enough of a fun distraction she didn't worry about. She took the chance to grab another Rawst Berry Cake and kept her eyes on the Bug menace she was dating so she'd actually get a bit of this one.
Calcine came out of her line of sight to bite down on it as she raised it to her mouth, orange eyes glowing as she bit down on Brandy's fingers.
"Unbelievable!" Brandy huffed, leaning in to butt heads with Calcine. Her stubby horns made that a bad idea, Brandy rolling her stinging forehead to get between them so she could press down instead. "Dating a pair of thieves! Terrors!"
Pip left to get tea while Pretty watched her partners lick her fingers clean, her leg thumping against the ground unconsciously as the Scorbunny's cheeks blushed.
"Persistence, I guess! Try for a third." Pretty said, "You can bite it while they're distracted."
Brandy rolled her eyes and tried to shake her hands free of her partners' mouths, but they were relentlessly lapping up the cakes and grabbing her wrists, so they pinned her there. Useless to fight it. When the two got into mischief on the same wavelength, Brandy was just outnumbered.
Pretty's idea wasn't terrible, even if it was hardly graceful behavior for the setting. Brandy leaned in to nab a third Rawst Berry Cake, taking a few fumbling bites before she got it in her mouth and leaned back. How she would eat the thing was a question in itself, but from the crumbs that tumbled into her mouth, she could tell why the pair were mauling her fingers. These things were delicious.
Dipping her head back and fore to balance the cake on her lip, Brandy got the problem solved when a hand turned her head, and she was looking up into the excited orange eyes of Pretty. The Scorbunny gave her a big, mischievous smile before she leaned in with her mouth open and bit off a huge chunk of Brandy's cake.
The shock was second only to Brandy's indignation that another cake thief had joined in. She wasn't about to just let them get away with it, pressing on Pretty and forcing her tongue between Pretty's lips, turning the kiss into a cake-sharing mess as the Scorbunny all but collapsed onto her lap, twitching with excitement at the rough kiss.
It was a magnificent cake, but the situation may have impaired Brandy's critical judgment. Scorbunny lips were soft, and Brandy felt she'd more than earned a treat, so she darn well enjoyed them. The tall Pokémon wasn't that heavy a weight on her, and she'd finally found someone with a flatter chest. Sure, they were ridiculously hot in other ways, but there were a lot of small victories being had right now. She was taking the win.
As she got mauled by three Pokémon, Brandy just let herself relax. She had no idea what Calcine had signed them up for here, but she was warming up to it very quickly.
Wait. This was just her mother's book club, wasn't it? But with cakes!
Calcine had definitely arranged this date while expressing her Fire side. This wasn't a date. It was a double date!
Chapter 39: Special Maid Service
Summary:
Brandy gets to enjoy a Bunny
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Sparky and Calcine were literally eating out of Brandy's hands and suckling on her fingers for dessert, while a tall and wickedly cute Scorbunny sat in Brandy's lap and kissed her with relentless enthusiasm.
The date was going really well.
Pretty's long ears bobbed as she peppered Brandy's lips with kisses, making Brandy snap in the air to chase them, and the Scorbunny grinned like an idiot when Brandy missed, bobbing her head to dare her to press the attack. The Scorbunny's maid dress made a perfect handhold to pull on, dragging her back into the kiss and almost pulling Pretty off balance. She kept from falling entirely off Brandy by flailing her arms, but as her butt slid out along Brandy's lap, she was dropped with a thump into Brandy's chest.
"Hey!" Pretty said, her voice muffled by Brandy's bust. "Actually... no, this is good,"
Calcine chuckled beside Brandy, giving one of Pretty's ears a stroke, rolling finger and thumb along the long length of the white ear tipped with red. Pretty's leg kicked as Calcine stroked firmly, a happy little purr rumbling in Brandy's chest, which tickled and made her giggle.
"Your idea of a date?" Brandy asked with an eyebrow raised. Though the dopey smile on her face made it clear Calcine had done well.
"Well," Calcine said, "they said it'd be more about relationship building. I think Pretty likes tall, athletic girls."
Pretty gives a thumbs up as she gets comfortable, her free ear flicking at Brandy's face and making her splutter until she grabs it and massages it like Calcine. They match speeds, and Pretty's back arches nicely as the purr deepens.
"Fire types," Sparky huffs, still nibbling away at Brandy's fingers. "Horny, the lot of them. You got to watch your pants around them, Brandy."
"They can have my pants if they're all good-looking," Brandy said, squeaking as Pretty immediately began undoing her belt. "I was kidding! Kidding!"
"Sorry? I can't hear you. I got the bit about having your pants," Pretty said as she threw the belt away and began working on the buttons.
Brandy didn't even know how to argue against such a massive lie, so she settled for squeezing down on the ear she had and kissing along it until she reached the bottom. Whispering with hot breath, "I know you can hear me. These aren't for show."
The noise Pretty made was one for memory, a delighted squeal mixed with shocking horny need, a garbled wail from a Pokémon who didn't know how to handle herself.
"Brandy's learning fast. Holy shit," Sparky said, awed. "Do me? Do me?"
"Do you what?"
"Awwww, she doesn't even know what she's doing. Is this like instinct?" Sparky poked Brandy's cheek. "Are you messing with me? You know what you're doing!"
"Of course," nodded Brandy, who had absolutely no clue. She was being honest. Why was that such a big deal?
Pretty's legs twitched, and she leaned back, looking up at Brandy with big, sad eyes. "You're going to get me off, right? I mean, you're hot, and I'm hot. We should mix flames and make a bonfire!"
She wanted to, she really did, but Brandy was trying to look after her own Pokémon's desires, and Calcine hadn't brought her here to fuck a cute bunny girl. Possibly. Maybe if she was heated up, she might have done that, but she seemed into the idea of the date even after cooling off. There was probably more to it than just getting Brandy laid.
"How about you work for it? I know Calcine was hoping for something today."
Pretty bounced right up to her feet in one flip, giving the three a mess of a curtsey as her ruffled-up maid dress scrunched over her body. "Then I'll work hard! Pip, tea good?"
The tanned human hostess returned, balancing a tray on her hand with a teapot and several fancy-looking cups. It smelled nice, with a hint of cinnamon and something sweet like honey, but even richer and more indulgent.
Pip looked at Pretty, who blushed, and Brandy's belt, which was now flung over a chair, making Brandy blush too, and shook her head.
"Pretty is enthusiastic. I hope she wasn't a bother."
"If she was, Brandy loved being bothered," Sparky said, wiping her lips off Brandy's arm. Brandy tried to give her a smack for it, but she was quick, ducking under the arm and tucking in for a hug. Smug as anything at the turnabout.
"Good!" Pip said as she poured out cups of tea. "One of the things we try to teach is for couples to be open with their feelings. There's no one more open about it than Pretty."
The Scorbunny blushed harder, hiding her face in Pip's arm. Pip laughed fondly and gave her ears a stroke.
"Why I love her. She's always been clear to me about what she wants. Hrm, Brandy, what do you think your Partners want?"
Brandy took her teacup and held it in both hands, staring into it thoughtfully. That was a tricky question, and she wasn't unaware of Sparky and Calcine staring at her with bright eyes on either side as she picked her answer.
"Well, me." Brandy said, and Sparky head-butted her side with a snort. "Hey! I'm going to say more. That was just the obvious. You want to prove yourself, I think. You always volunteer to jump into things first, and maybe I don't say thank you enough for it."
"I don't!" Sparky huffed, worming her way further into her hug with Brandy. She was nice and warm on Brandy's side, and her soft fur always felt good. "Well, maybe a little. But just so you don't forget me."
"I'd never. You're so good at things! You may tease me a lot, but you're great in fights, almost too much in bed, and fearless. You may sometimes be a pest, but you're worth putting up with."
"Wow, wow. Brandy thinks I'm tolerable. Just love my huge boobs and butt," Sparky said, but smugly. She was fishing for more compliments, and Brandy didn't mind laying it on.
"I love the huge boobs and butt." Brandy said, giving each a squeeze in return. "They're so good, be crazy not to."
"They do look something you could sink your teeth into," Pip said, and that coming from a calm, polite maid made it sound scandalous. Sparky's eyes popped wide as she stared at the smiling human, who chewed her bottom lip at Sparky. Brandy felt Sparky squirm against her.
"The honesty is good, though, Sparky. Pretty you want to do the next?" Pip said, dusting off her dress and then getting down on her knees and somehow gracefully crawling under the table.
It was such an odd move that it left Calcine and Brandy speechless, looking at Pretty for answers. The Scorbunny just shrugged.
"What about Calcine? She seems chill."
"Hah." Brandy fake laughed. The idea of it made sense to someone who didn't know her. "She is sometimes, but when Calcine gets her blood up, she's affectionate. Aggressively so even. I think being pushed like that is what she loves. Facing challenges, new experiences, and finding things that boil her blood."
"Mmm," Calcine sipped her tea. It was sweet stuff but quite drinkable, and it warmed you up from the inside. "I don't like chaos like you usually throw us into. I like challenges, but I want to tackle them properly, and I want to win."
"Fire and Rock!" Pretty said, bouncing on her heels. Sparky squirmed in Brandy's lap and let out a squeak, eyes going wide. Odd, but they were having a moment here, so Brandy let it pass.
"That makes sense," Brandy said. "Calm passion, ordered lust? It's like going the extra distance to make a moment come together. Like coming up with a complex date plan to get your Trainer eaten out by a Bunny Girl."
"Imagine," Calcine said. "That sounds like a lot of work."
"Love you for it." Brand rubbed her head against Calcine's. It was softening a little, which clearly showed Calcine was enjoying herself.
"FUCK!" Sparky yelped, and Brandy turned to rub her head, too.
"Love you too."
"Yeah, yeah, it's delightful, but that's not it. She's ... fuck!" and Sparky moaned, batting her head against Brandy's as if trying to slam something out of her head.
"You okay?" Brandy asked worriedly, squeezing Sparky's hand.
Sparky flicked up the tablecloth, and the cause of her reactions was made clear. Pip had her hands rested on Spark's thighs and, from the splotches of shining skin, had been delivering wet kisses all along them unto reaching her cock. She was busy working that impressive piece of meat over with her tongue with such devotion it made Brandy sympathetically squirm in her seat.
"Aaaaahhhh," Sparky howled, "Oh 'cues! Oh, my fuck oh my gosh."
Pip gave Brandy a wink and then tugged the tablecloth down, hiding from view again.
"There are rewards for honesty!" Pretty said, excitedly bouncing in place. "Who wants to share?"
"I regret not spending more time with my Partners!" Brandy said in a rush.
"I resist having fun when I feel there's no benefit. I should let myself live in the moment more!" Calcine said louder, clapping a hand over Brandy's mouth.
Brandy just spoke around her fingers, laughing as she ducked her head left and right to dodge them. "I need to improve in bed. I'm not very experienced!"
"I worry I'm not as versatile as Sparky and mainly act as a shield. I could do more!"
Pretty was holding her stomach from how hard she was laughing at the pair, her ears bobbing as she shook her head.
"Too much sharing! You need to save some for later. How are we going to reward this?"
Calcine grinned, flicking her eyes down to the table. "Well, crawl under, and I'm sure you'll find a way. I'm sure we can ask our own questions now."
Pretty didn't need asking twice, the table rattling as it had to deal with both Pip and Pretty under there, bumping into each other as they worked to get the pants off everyone.
"Calcine," Sparky said, arms on the table for support and tongue lolling out as she panted, sweat dripping off her forehead. "I take it back. You are so good at arranging dates. Holy shit."
Chapter 40: Making a Meal of It
Summary:
Brandy finds out what her date entails and doesn't hate it.
Notes:
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Brandy was doing her best to pour tea for Calcine, but she was having a lot of difficulty with it right now. Her hands shake like leaves as she pours some into the cup, then her aim drifts to fill the saucer before she splashes tea all over Calcine's hand.
"You're lucky I'm fireproof," Calcine said, sucking the tea off the back of her wrist.
"Sorry," Brandy puffed, "Just. Real distracted. Really, really distracted."
Pretty's long white ears were batting against Brandy's stomach with rapping thumps, the red tips drawing tickling lines on the underside of Brandy's chest. The Scorbunny was as enthusiastic as Sparky once she got her head between Brandy's legs. The bunny girl's tongue was as long as it was hot, the blazing warmth of it enough to make Brandy squirm in her seat all on its own. But Pretty wasn't letting the heat do all the work, swirling her tongue and teasing at Brandy's insides until they tingled and burned in a strangely intense and delightful way.
"I think some of your heat resistance is rubbing off on me." Brandy panted at Calcine, trying to pour the tea again and missing the cup completely as her toes curled. "Fuck, Pretty mercy!"
"Nah!" the Scorbunny barked with a laugh, taking a quick breath. "You bond more, and I'll let you breathe. But you taste good, and I'm going to enjoy that."
Then she dove right back in, the tip of her tongue flicking playfully over Brandy's clit before exploring deeper, pressing Brandy apart with a blazing trail of heat that sunk deep into her core. Pretty knew her stuff, but she wasn't using it to make Brandy cum fast, she was just having fun with making Brandy squirm, and it really was fun. It barely felt like sex, more of a game and one Brandy was enjoying losing.
"I'm a little jealous," Calcine said as she watched. "She's got you swearing. Sparky looks even worse."
Sparky was just laid back in her chair, drooling happily as Pip made noises under the table that suggested she was giving Sparky's cock more than enough love and attention.
"I need to learn to do that. Look how quiet she is," Brandy said, taking a cake from the tray and balancing it on Sparky's forehead with a trembling arm. The Joltik didn't even move, her eyes fluttering as her fur crackled with sparks. "Wow, Pip's broken her."
"You did a good job with me," Calcine smirked, holding the back of her hand up to Brandy's mouth.
"That sounds like someone angling for another blowjob," Brandy gave it a gentle bite, sucking some tea off it. They were breaking every rule of manners today, which had to be some kind of tea crime.
Calcine raised her hand, making Brandy chase it until it arched her head up, and she couldn't reach it anymore. Then Calcine leaned in to steal a kiss instead. Calcine's lips were soft and warm, her tongue sliding into Brandy's mouth. Brandy was delighted to have a second tongue join this party. Pretty and Calcine were making her melt all over with how badly they were spoiling her today.
The kiss broke off when Brandy tried to pull Calcine down for a proper kiss. Calcine smiled wide and bright as she tapped Brandy's nose. "We should keep up the bonding."
"I'm not sure I can answer questions," Brandy huffed, giving Pretty's ears a rub. "She's really good at this. Like, really good."
"I can stop!" Pretty said, and Brandy pushed her head back down. The Scorbunny giggled as she went back at it, her tongue spiraling as she drilled into Brandy with such swirling speed that Brandy felt her vision spin. Pip was a very lucky woman.
"Then I'll enjoy watching you fumble your questions." Calcine said, "Hrm, well, we talked about the future. What about the past? What made you want to become a Trainer?"
Brandy waved her hand at the Scorbunny, furiously eating her out as if this answered the question perfectly.
"Oh, come on!" Calcine batted at Brandy's arm. "You could get plenty of sex no matter what you did. That's not the same as being a Trainer."
"Aw, thanks," Brandy said, enjoying the feel of Pretty's ears almost as much as the deep-diving tongue of the Scorbunny. She was just so good at hitting the right spots it was suspiciously like she had a move for it. Maybe Sparky wasn't the only one with Agility. Either way, it was leaving Brandy's head all warm and fuzzy, a toe-curling orgasm balling up in her stomach, ready to burst with only a bit more effort.
"I love Pokémon. I want to meet lots of them. Date a few." Brandy chewed her lip thoughtfully. She'd never really questioned whether she would be a trainer when she grew up. It was just what she'd always wanted. "I think I like the challenge of it all too? It sounded so fun. I'd love to be as well known as the big names, be the modern-day Red! Maybe take a shot at a Legendary? There's just so much to do."
"You said all this as much" Calcine nodded, leaning over to help pet Pretty's ears. She seems to really like it, little embers of fire glowing on the red tips of her ears and sizzling off Calcine's hands and Brandy's skin. "You're getting some of my resistance to fire already."
"I am? Oh!" Brandy looked down at the flames. "I guess, well. Okay, it's not just I love Pokémon. I do! But it's more than that. I want to see them at their best. I love you two, but I want you to be ever cooler. I know you can be. Even Mahi, I want to see her evolve and grow too. It'd make Maple feel nice."
"And Mercury? Not all Pokémon are so helpful."
"Well, maybe she needs to be taken down a peg." Brandy said, playing with the embers dancing on her skin. It didn't hurt. It just felt like the warm burn of a spicy. "Like my mom, some Pokémon are just too full of themselves."
"Oh, yeah!" Sparky said, raising her head from her leaned-back position. She looked blissed out from Pip's rather thorough work. The sloppy noises under the table were getting hard to ignore. She was really going for it. But getting a smile that big out of Sparky forgave a lot of sloppy noises. "Your mom"
"I don't like where this is going already," Brandy said, stroking the plaster on Pretty's nose. It wasn't actually a plaster! It was like a warm pad, spongy and soft but intensely hot. If Brandy didn't have a little Calcine toughness in her skin now, she'd have probably blistered. "Is this a mom joke?"
"No! I was just thinking. She's a Bug and Fire type, right?"
"Yes?"
"And I'm a Bug Type," Sparky said, patting her chest. "And Calcine's going to be a Fire Type, so really, you're kind of dating your mo-"
Sparky squeaked hard before she could finish, squirming in the chair. "Hey hey hey," Sparky said, panicked, lifting the cloth. It wasn't a surprise Pip was giving Sparky a blowjob. That was clear to all, but right now, she was looking up disapprovingly, her teeth bared halfway down Sparky's cock. Sparky soothing her with head pats.
"I'll be good, I'll be good!" Sparky said. "No mom jokes, forget I said it!"
"Wow, that's another tip I should learn."
"No! Pretty she's being mean too, bite her!"
Pretty's ears flicked in Brandy's hand, and she sunk her teeth into Brandy's thigh. Brandy moaned hard.
"... our Trainer is something else," Sparky huffed. "Calcine, can you get her?"
Calcine leaned in to bite Brandy's ear. She just moaned even harder, squirming in her seat. Mumbling Pretty and Calcine's names happily as her whole body shivered with pleasure.
"Fuck me," Sparky groaned. "Am I the only person who doesn't enjoy being chewed?"
Pretty laps with her skilled tongue over the welt she'd left. "See, you're all learning things! What's something you don't like the others do, Brandy? Calcine?"
Oh. Right. They were still doing the date thing. Brandy had forgotten they were even meant to be doing that for a moment.
"I like to take it slow," Calcine says, "At least until I'm really warmed up. It's uncomfortable to move quickly until I'm full of fire like I have to push my body to listen."
It made sense. Rock Types weren't really a good mesh for Fire. Rolycoly's were unique in that they had a way of managing that fire and using it to get all passionate inside their tough, dependable shells.
"I uh... um..." Brandy stalled as she struggled to think of something she wouldn't try.
"She's down for everything! I knew it." Sparky said, "I bet you'd even date a ghost type."
"I mean, it would be kind of exciting..." Brandy said, guilty at the admission. "I think I don't enjoy teasing as much as you do. I enjoy being worked up, but I feel more responsible for your happiness? I wouldn't like to string you along."
"Very noble words from the girl getting eaten out. " Calcine patted Brandy's hair. "While I suffer alone."
"Hey! Pip's definitely getting to you. Once she's broken, Sparky." Brandy took a moment's break from Pretty's tongue to pour some tea. "Though Pretty, if you want to come up higher? I don't mind. Do you both mind?"
"What?" Sparky's blue eyes narrowed at Brandy. "Getting to see you get fucked senseless? No way! You have such a cute orgasm face."
"I do not!"
"It is adorable," Calcine agreed. "Sorry, you don't make it look cool. But nobody does."
"Bet Maple would," Brandy muttered as Pretty clambered up her to sit in her lap. She was hard, not as big as Sparky, but few were, it seemed, but more than enough to dry Brandy's mouth. "I'm going to work on it. Work on all of you, promise."
"Starting now?" Calcine grinned.
"No, because I have a super cute and horny Scorbunny in my lap, and she wants to fuck me. I'm only human!"
"You're something else is what you are. But fine, I'll amuse myself while you do that," Calcine said, sitting back to watch. "Oh, actually, Pretty, you mind if we do a thing?"
"Sure!" Pretty said, as Sparky's head sunk down with a clunk onto the table as Pip decided she'd been good enough to get back to work. "What were you thinking?"
"Well! I once knew a Carkoal who acted like a Trainer and wondered why she did it. Would you mind if I ordered you around?"
"In a fight?" Pretty said, bouncing in Brandy's lap. Brandy already knew where this was going and squeezed her hands into Pretty's butt with excitement.
"No. Not a fight exactly. Just follow my lead, and you'll pick it up quick. First off, go for that neck. Leave some bite marks on there." Calcine grinned, and Pretty did just that, chomping away as Brandy squeaked in surprise. The pain wasn't too bad, and the thrills of pleasure more than made up for it.
Pokémon weren't meant to be Trainers, but Brandy was pretty sure no Pokémon needed guidance fucking anyway. This was just Calcine enjoying her Fire side again. Devious minx!
Chapter 41: Bunny Hop
Summary:
Brandy gets some Bunny
Notes:
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Chapter Text
"How's she taste?" Calcine says, leaning in to watch Pretty maul Brandy's neck, the Trainer giggling as she tries to bat the bunny Pokémon away. She isn't trying very hard.
"You know how I taste!" Brandy's offense is transparently put on as she bumps her head to Pretty with the biggest smile, making Pretty's ears bounce as Brandy tries to catch one in her teeth. She'd use her hands, but she's enjoying playing with Pretty's tail, a little cotton puff of a thing and delightfully soft.
"I want her to say it," Calcine says, "how is she Pretty? Good?"
"Greasy," Pretty says, sucking away at her neck.
"What?" Brandy squeezes Pretty's side, making them thump their legs against the table hard enough that tea sloshed out of cups. "Fuck you, Bunny girl. I'm delicious!"
Pretty snorted a hot breath over Brandy and then licked the red welt she'd left to soothe it some. She was going to have a hell of a hicky for a while.
"Taste a little salty, but like in a nice way? Like jerky,"
"Wow, thanks. I'm jerky."
"I love jerky! You are good-tasting jerky." Pretty licks Brandy's nose, giggling at her puffed cheek outrage. "And being a cute jerk."
Brandy stares at Pretty and then, with a loud 'nom' sound, dives in on the Bunny Pokémon's neck, their legs kicking again as she chews away at their neck. "Mmm, tastes fiery, with a hint of spices that fizzle on the tongue. Zesty, sharp, exciting ... piquant."
"She doesn't know what piquant means," Calcine says as Brandy falters, resting a hand on Pretty's arm.
"I know what it means!" Brandy huffs. "It's like, you know. Uh, spicy?"
Calcine blinks at her, then shrugs. "Okay, that was a lucky guess."
"Yessss." Brandy nuzzles Pretty's fuzzy neck, giving it a few more licks, the bunny girl's eyes glittering.
"I really take like that?" Pretty says, awed at the praise.
"No, you just taste sweaty," Brandy says as she gets comfy on the nape of Pretty's neck. "I was showing you how to sexy it up!"
Pretty gasps, both hands over her mouth. "But lying is the least sexy thing!"
Brandy was pretty sure she was being teased again, but Pretty looked so absolutely genuine it made her doubt herself. She was used to Pokémon being kind of terrible to her but in a fun way. The idea that there were Pokémon out there who were actually honest and unabashedly kind was almost unbelievable. She'd been Pokémon Trainer for a few days, and Sparky and Calcine had already horribly broken her perception of the world.
Calcine grabbed the necks of both girls and massaged them, stiff but warm fingers soothing muscles and making them dip their heads until they bumped together. "You're lucky I'm in charge right now. It's impossible you two would ever manage to actually have sex."
"Not that hard," Brandy mumbled.
"It is when you've got your foot in your mouth. Hrm, Pretty how about you give Brandy's bottom lip a bite. For being so cruel."
This was hardly fair, in Brandy's opinion. She'd been called jerky and didn't get an apology, but if she wanted to argue, it was hard to do with a Bunny Girl chomping on your limp. Her eyes weren't the full bright Orange like Calcine's, but more red dots around her black sclera. It could have been an intimidating gaze, but Pretty's lanky body and big, goofy smile made it impossible to find it anything but oddly cute.
Pretty was latched onto her bottom lip, good and firm, worrying it between her teeth. Her lips were warm, almost painfully so, and Pretty's whole body had a fiery comfort to it, like sitting beside a roaring fire. It was making Brandy sweat a little, though having a scorchingly hot girl in her lap probably was helping it along.
"You two are such a fit. You practically have the same figure. It's like I'm looking at Bunny Girl Brandy here," Calcine says, shaking her head, "Tug on the lip a bit. Teach her a lesson."
If Brandy was meant to be learning anything, she wasn't paying attention enough for it to sink in. She was just relishing in the moment, feeling the tug on her bottom lip and rolling with it, letting herself be pulled forward. She opened her mouth wide, and Pretty jumped on it with a predator's instinct, her tongue darting into the soft recesses of Brandy's mouth. Warm, wet, it was a real good tongue to tussle with, and Brandy let some happy mumbles bubble in her throat as the two kissed furiously.
"That's not what I said, but, I mean. Good, do that" Calcine was pretty warm herself. Brandy could feel the heat on her side as Calcine couldn't quite keep her hands off Brandy, squeezing an arm and playing with the side of her boob, pressing her finger into it as Pretty rubbed along her front.
The two girls broke apart from each other, panting slightly. It'd been a really messy kiss. A thread of saliva stretched out between their tongues. It collapsed under its weight, splashing over Brandy's top and Pretty's maid dress.
"Clean that up, Pretty," Calcine said, Pretty squeaking as she turned to find a napkin.
"No," Calcine says, "Get your mouth in there and clean it up."
Brandy might not have the most impressive chest, but it's enough for Pretty to stuff her face in as she enthusiastically follows Calcine's orders. Teeth biting at shirt buttons as Pretty popped Brandy's breasts out of her top. Pretty's head was bobbing back and forth, licking all over them, her pink tongue flicking rapidly, getting them nice and clean. Well, they were already clean, but now they were getting a spit shine. Pretty's ears were a menace, batting at Brandy's face until she got them under control, grabbing them both and giving them a playful squeeze as the Bunny girl did her maidly duties.
"Good girl." Calcine purred, petting the bunny girl's head. Pretty's ears flicked with pride as she mauled Brandy's chest.
Brandy blushed. The rumble in Calcine's throat hit her just as nicely as Pretty's lips did on her breasts. She looked to Sparky, just for somewhere to turn her face, so Calcine didn't see how badly she was getting to her.
Sparky was utterly out of it, head lolled on the table and drooling as Pip continued her passionate blowjob. They'd been going at it a while, either Pip really loved doing it, or Sparky was surprisingly durable for a change. The dumb look of pure bliss on Sparky's face suggested it probably wasn't a sudden display of incredible endurance.
Brandy could see Sparky's cock pressed up against her stomach as Pip worked her magic, licking up every last drop of cum before sucking it into her mouth, moaning happily as she swallowed it down. It was impressive. Brandy certainly wasn't confident enough in her skills to think she could do that with such effortless skill. She had a lot to learn. Her cheeks reddened even further as she thought about how much she wanted Sparky, even as she was being ground on by Pretty. She was only snapped out of it by Calcine pinching her side.
"Ow, hey!"
"Focus, you terrible horny mess," Calcine said, "Pretty, get your dick out. I think she's not going to focus unless she sees it."
"This isn't even pretending to be relationship training now, is it?"
Calcine hummed contently, tapping a rugged finger to Brandy's cheek. "If you can't work out what you're learning, you need to pay attention more."
"I'll try," Brandy muttered, turning back to Pretty, who was bunching up her skirt around her waist. Her cock was already thickened up, a few inches sticking out the side of her panties. Brandy's breath caught at the sight. It was weirdly hot to see it all wrapped up like that.
"When we're done with this, Sparky and I will fuck you till you pass out. You ready for that?" Calcine asked with a smirk. Brandy nodded, not even listening to the words, her eyes glued on Pretty's cock. Calcine rolled her eyes, her affection for her dumb Trainer letting her ignore the inattention. She had other ways to get Brandy to pay attention.
"Hrm, what moves would a Scorbunny have," Calcine said, reaching out and taking Brandy's hand, guiding her towards Pretty's cock, helping her fish it out of Pretty's panties. The bunny girl smacked her lips and rubbed against Brandy's hand as Calcine pressed Brandy's fingers around the exposed length. Pretty was big, but she was a Pokémon, so that was hardly a surprise, Brandy was used to it by now, and she didn't mind a nice handful one bit.
"Bounce," Brandy said, "I uh... I mean. The move. Maybe."
"You heard her, Pretty, bounce."
Pretty laughed and bounced in Brandy's lap, a fiery little moan curling out of her throat as she stroked along Brandy's fingers.
"That's right, show her what she's getting, Pretty," Calcine cooed, stroking Brandy's hair lovingly as she watched the Scorbunny bounce on Brandy's lap. It probably wasn't even an actual move, but watching her chest bob in time with her ears was fun. Pretty had a lot to bounce around.
Brandy was hopelessly turned on by this point, panting as she felt Pretty bounce off her lap, shaking in her seat.
"Here, let me help," Calcine says as she stands up behind brandy's chair and places her hands on Brandy's shoulders, pushing her down into the chair to keep her steady. Brandy could feel her breathing heavily as she watched Pretty bounce on her lap, fucking Brandy's hand with reckless enthusiasm.
"Let's see if she knows any attacks, too," Calcine says, low and soft in Brandy's ear as she tugs down Brandy's pants. "Pretty? Flame charge."
"Oh fuck wa-" Brandy tried to brace herself, but there was no chance. Pretty pounced onto her with a burst of heat and stroked her cock along Brandy's belly, and with one body shaking, bounce lined it up with her pussy. It was fast and intense, ripping the breath right out of Brandy's lungs. "Wait, wait!"
Not a chance, Pretty was worked up, and Brandy was right there in front of her. Calcine reached round and pinched Brandy's nipple, squeezing hard as she yanked her hair back, leaving Brandy looking up at Pretty. The Scorbunny slammed herself into Brandy's pussy. There was no tenderness here. Brandy was thankfully worked up plenty, so it wasn't a completely dry fuck, but she felt it should have hurt a lot more.
Was this the lesson? Was she becoming sturdier thanks to her partner?
Brandy groaned as the thought melted away. The feeling of Pretty's cock stretching her open was indescribable, and the way Pretty moved inside her was driving her crazy. So enthusiastic, Sparky was fast but inexperienced. Pretty knew precisely what to do to a woman, and she was not sparing Brandy one bit of her skill. As the two of them started to grind together, the pleasure of the moment overwhelmed Brandy's thoughts.
"O-oh fuck yes," Brandy moaned, "Yes, fuck me up."
"Mnh," Calcine grunted, biting Brandy's neck hard enough to leave marks, "Don't talk. You're talking stupid right now. Listen to me."
Brandy grunted and moaned, squirming her hips as Pretty fucked her with a furious passion. Calcine leaned over to bite an earlobe, her thighs squeezing Brandy's ass tight as she ground against her and pressed her into the Bunny girl.
"This is what you could be?" Calcine whispered, "Giving us what we want, telling us what to do. Tending our needs. Spoiling us. Fucking us good and hard as we scream how good a Trainer you are. How kind, how sweet."
Oh shit, this was the lesson. It wasn't about bonding or anything like that. It was all about Calcine's effort to get Brandy laid. She was responsible for rising to that level and putting in the work. For her partners, she'd have to do more. So much more. An excellent lesson to lesson, as a hot bunny girl fucked her pussy into a wet, warm mess.
Brandy gave a muffled moan when Calcine roughly grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up into her glowing orange eyes.
"You understand?" Calcine growled, "I like you because you're quick, don't prove me wrong."
"I'll do more," Brandy moaned. Mewled even, Pretty was fucking her senseless. Her mind felt like it was fraying at the edges as the bunny bounced on her lap hard enough to make flesh clap in a drumbeat. Wickedly good with her cock, Brandy was struggling to pay any mind at all to Calcine. But she put in the effort. "No more rushing. This is about us. Enjoying it however we can."
It wasn't an orgasm that hit Brandy as Calcine smiled, but it felt just as good. Something burning between them flowed in her chest and filled up her veins. Hot and intense, solidifying into something tangible. Brandy tried to grip it, to shape it into something they'd both enjoy. They both loved to think on their feet, and she wanted the shape of it to reflect that. Something they could use in unusual ways, she tried to press it into shape, but it was so big, so blindingly warm and comforting, she could barely grasp it, letting it flow between them and settle itself.
She just had to hope it'd be useful, whatever it was she'd done. Smiling content at their shared moment.
Then the actual orgasm hit her, and she bit Pretty's chest in shock.
That would not be remembered as Brandy's finest moment, but with the twin sensation of an orgasm and whatever had passed between her and Calcine, to Brandy's tongue, the Bunny girl tasted really good right now.
Chapter 42: Roly-Cozy
Summary:
Post Bunny fuckin' talks with Calcine
Notes:
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Calcine hugged Brandy happily for so long that she felt like she'd have a Calcine-shaped groove in her shoulders. Pretty had done her best to wear Brandy out, but the bouncing Bunny eventually ran out of steam and sandwiched Brandy in a deliciously warm hug. She was willing to put up with the heat. Pretty's skin was soft, and it was fun making her mumble in her sleep by squeezing her skin.
Sparky was also out of it, snoring on the table, some face resting in cold spilled tea. She had a cute little whistling snore Brandy needed to record someday so they could tease her about it. Pip gently lifted her head and mopped the tea with some napkins before putting Sparky back down. The human hostess then uses the rest of the napkins to clean herself up. Brandy couldn't help but think it was good that her hair was naturally white, because Sparky really enjoyed having her dick sucked. Pip was a sticky mess.
"Sorry about her," Brandy said, feeling embarrassment that Sparky sure as hell wouldn't. "She's enthusiastic. I'm surprised you didn't climb on top."
"She was enjoying herself so much I didn't have the heart to. We were at the Pokémon Center earlier." Pip said, somehow looking classy as she mopped cum out of her hair. That was a heck of a skill.
"Yeah, Calcine said she met you there," Brandy said, thumping back at the Rolycoly, who was happily nuzzling away in the hug still. The bond surge had felt fantastic for Brandy, but Calcine, it must have been a whole other level because she was still all smiles. "I think I remember seeing Pretty. Of course, I didn't know it was her at the time."
"Well, she didn't mention we were in the thick of it when people panicked. If Sparky hadn't gotten everyone's attention, we might have had to fight our way out. Pretty was having a conniption worrying about me."
Brandy stroked the napping Scorbunny's ears, but unlike Sparky, she was perfectly quiet while sleeping, all warm heat instead, like a huge, huggable hot water bottle. "She seems really sweet. I'm used to Pokémon being sneaks."
Pip laughed, "My Pretty's the sweetest I know. Thank you for taking good care of her. She loves tall girls. Was so excited to get a hold of you."
People rarely complimented Brandy for being tall. It was a pleasant change. Usually, it was all height jokes, or even worse, people mistaking her for a very bland Pokémon. Pretty had treated her a lot like Sparky and Calcine did, like she was a big deal. Maybe that was part of being an adult. Pokémon suddenly looked at you in a different way, and you found strengths you never knew you had. Even Mahi had shown interest in her, though she didn't exactly have the best relationship with that minx of a Water Pokémon.
She hoped she hadn't broken Maple already. She'd only just gotten to know her.
Glowing with satisfaction at being enjoyed, Brandy sipped her tea. She hadn't had a chance to enjoy much before getting distracted, but it was a really soothing thing to have after sex. Maybe she'd have to get some for her pack when she had money.
"Oh! Um, I hope Calcine's paid already. She's a little out of it right now."
"Paid?" Pip said, "Why would she do that?"
Brandy blinked, looking between Calcine and Pip in confusion. "Because she paid for a date here?"
"Did she?" Pip laughed. "We invited her over. I don't recall any payment! I'd feel embarrassed to take any money after your help in the Center. This is all free."
"Is it now?" Brandy said, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Pip just laughed again, covering her mouth with her hand. "That's your problem to resolve. Do you mind if I cuddle Sparky some? She's soft, and I feel I earned it."
"Oh! Yes, please do. She's a nice hug. Much as she can be a menace, she does a lot of good and deserves a few hugs." Brandy said, feeling just a little protective of her. Especially since she'd mainly gotten left out of the bonding. It seemed unfair that Sparky seemed forever destined to be the little spoon, metaphorically and literally. She'd make it up to her eventually, somehow.
Sparky looked knocked out, but she came back to life as Pip moved her, putting her head in Pop's lap and nuzzling up against her hand. It was so sweet. Brandy didn't want to spoil it by bothering her. Not when she had a great excuse to bother someone else instead.
Calcine nudged her cheek, and Brandy pinched that rocky skin, which was thankfully soft enough that she could get a good hold.
"Ow!"
Brandy pinched harder, bumping her head against Calcine's over and over with little thumps until Calcine squirmed and spluttered as she tried to get away. Brandy hooked their arms together to keep her from getting away and pressed her forehead to Calcines. "You didn't pay for any of this, you liar!"
Calcine changed tact, moving with Brandy's head, so they rocked together on the chair, and their legs tapped on the floor as they swung back and fore. "I didn't lie! I said I planned a date after getting the money, and you just assumed that meant I spent money."
Brandy switched up, too, and leaned in to rub cheeks with Calcine. Mercilessly chasing her head around until Calcine giggled madly from all the teasing, her horns bouncing off Brandy's forehead as she tried to worm free. It felt good to make her crack up. Calcine was always so serious. "Give me that Bond thing back. You're a cheat!"
"Nope! Mine now. Proof you love me too much to punish me for a little white lie."
"Bold words from someone I can bite right now, your skins lovely and soft." Brandy said as she pressed her fingers into it, enjoying how it felt to squish it down and make Calcine smile "So what Move was it? And don't pull a Sparky. You gotta tell me, you liar."
Calcine took a breath, and then Brandy felt the Rolycoly's skin tingle. Her jet-black skin gained a glossy gleam, and Calcine's hand whirled faster than Brandy could even see to tweak Brandy's nipple. Her fingers had regained their hardness, and the pinch was a shock of pain, Brandy gasped and slapped at Calcine's hand. It was already gone, flashing over to her other breast and teasing that nipple instead.
"Cheat! Ah!" It hurt, but the spike of pain came with a thrill to it. Calcine knew what she was doing. "No making me horny to get out of it!"
"But it's so easy!" Calcine laughed, softening the tweaks to some gentle nipple rubs. "You're smart. What did I get?"
Brandy didn't have to think about it long. She'd learned the move sets for Joltik and Rolycoly the first free moment she'd got with her Pokédex. Shining skin could only really be one thing.
"Rock Polish. You acted like Lapidary, being a Trainer, and got her move. You planned that?"
Calcine twirled her glossy hand and smoothed it out until the craggy curves of her body were now perfectly smooth. Like a marble statue, "We need Soft Moves, and I can't learn many. It lets me shape rock and my own skin, that'll be really useful. Just a coincidence it's the same Move as Lapidary." Calcine said, but she sounded so pleased about it.
"Liar, you're thrilled to get it. You're still sweet on your ... mom? How do evolution families work exactly?"
"Big Sister. Mom doesn't make a lot of sense, Brandy. You do know how Pokémon babies are made, don't you?"
"Nobody knows that!" Brandy huffed. "You just turn up fully grown. There could be babies somewhere. You don't know."
"Well, I know she's my Big Sister. We don't get Moms. Except for Arceus. The biggest mom."
Brandy was pretty sure that wasn't how it worked either, but she wasn't winning this argument, so she gave some ground. "It looks good, not that you don't always look good."
Calcine kissed Brandy's neck, right on the hickey Pretty had given her, the skin still swollen and throbbing. "A lovely compliment from the most biased woman in the world."
"Hey, I'm the most qualified, surely. I find all Pokémon hot, so I'm the only person qualified to rate them."
"And what's hotter, Joltik's or Rolycoly's?"
"Mmm." Brandy pretended to mull it over. She wasn't sure she could ever rank that, they were both hot in different ways. "Not sure. Tell me what you do with the money you didn't spend first?"
"Bribery!" Calcine gasped, "It's my money. Maybe I'll buy myself some nice things."
Brandy clicked her tongue thoughtfully as she stared at Calcine with narrowed eyes. A battle of wills, she knew Calcine wasn't the sort to be selfish, but Calcine wanted Brandy to beg a little. Calcine didn't realize she had other options. "Hey, Pip, could I ask a favor?"
"Of course, Brandy, honey. What do you want to know?"
"Could you teach me your blowjob technique? I mean, I saw Sparky during it, and she was just absolutely breathless. I'd love to have that kind of skill. Sparky learned some tricks for me, so I think it'd be nice."
Calcine had tensed up under her at this news, Brandy could feel it in her whole body, not just from the length into her thigh. Though there was no ignoring the sudden stabbing Calcine was giving her down there.
"It's a lot of practice, but I can give some tips! Are we using Calcine for it?" Pip said, "I need a breather, but I can teach you a few things before you go! Sparky's a mouthful. You need to really work the tongue with her."
Interesting! She'd already learned something.
"Oh, no." Brandy said with a sweet smile. "Calcine's got things to buy for herself. We'll wait for Sparky to wake up."
"Wait," Calcine said, looking at Pip quickly, "I'm free. I don't need to do that."
"She's rich, hasn't got time for us." Brandy nodded. "Sparky can w-"
"I'll take you shopping after!" Calcine said, shoving fingers into Brandy's mouth to shut her up. "I'll get some new clothes. Get Sparky a ... collar? I don't know. Gag maybe. Muzzle."
Brandy giggled as she sucked on Calcine's fingers. This was far too easy.
"Don't let her walk all over you, Calcine, unless you're into that," Pip laughed. "You two give Pretty some petting while she sleeps. She likes that. I'll show you some tricks once she's asleep enough to move to the sofa."
The pair of them petted Pretty's ears with manic energy, Pretty's nose twitching in her sleep at the sudden stimulation. Brandy never thought she'd be so excited to learn how to suck dick, but she had two brilliant partners who deserved it now. She was feeling the hype to learn.
Calcine was also hyped for it, though for somewhat less pure reasons.
Chapter 43: Letting Sparks Fly
Summary:
The title puns get only more tenuous.
Brandy learns her hidden power.
Sparky is owed a nice day and she's going to get it!
Notes:
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Huddling under the umbrella together, Sparky had a strangely sharp gaze considering she got to stand in front of Brandy and rest her head on Brandy's chest. Calcine was trying to pretend the angry staring wasn't bothering her, holding out a hand in the rain, all glossy from her Rock Polish.
"You can't pout," Calcine said, bringing her hand back and watching the water runoff. She'd had the biggest smile for a long while now, and it just seemed to get bigger.
"I can!" Sparky said, squirming back into Brandy's chest. "You got two pretty women to suck your dick and a new Move!"
Calcine smiled even wider, and Sparky scowled even harder. Brandy just laughed at them. They were being silly, and she didn't have to take every argument they had dead serious.
"To be fair," Brandy said, "Pip had already gone at you so hard it knocked you out. You didn't have a bad time at all today."
Sparky blushed, a few crackles of electricity buzzing in her fur. "Pip's unreal, and it was terrific, but that's not the point! I missed out."
"No, you didn't," Brandy said, hugging Sparky. "You just got something to look forward to. I didn't get a lesson off her for no reason."
"Won't be two pretty women, though."
Calcine shrugged. "Depends how pretty you think I am. I have to pay you back still."
Sparky spluttered, arms flailing as she waved at Calcine. "You don't. You don't!"
"I am honor bound to suck your dick. It's only fair and right."
"No!" Sparky blushed even harder, looking up at Brandy with big blue eyes. "Tell her!"
"Absolutely not Calcine."
Sparky breathed a sigh of relief.
"Got to be both of us, same time, or it isn't fair."
Sparky's squawk of outrage made Brandy's chest shake, giving her giggles. It was so nice to wind up Sparky for a change. Brandy could get used to it. She let her squirm for a bit before picking her up for a kiss, letting her tongue roll along her lips as her legs kicked in the air angrily. She was getting pretty good at them now, and Joltik anger couldn't last against the warmth of a cute kiss in the rain, eventually, her feet settling to dangle. Brandy put her back down with a puff, she was getting her second wind a lot faster lately, but Pretty's bouncing still left her muscles sore.
"I want a new Move too," Sparky said, but she'd softened, just being petulant now.
"I can't force it. Calcine got hers because she set everything up. She got her day. How about you get yours? That way, it's fair."
Sparky chewed her lip thoughtfully, the group trudging along the wet path as the rain beat down. Brandy smoothed her hand through the fur on Sparky's shoulder as she went dead quiet for an awfully long time.
"Ughhhh," Sparky growled, slapping her cheeks. "I can't think of anything off the top of my head! I just want to spend time with you."
"How about I make it up to you both then," Calcine said. "I'll give you money to buy clothes, then let you go wild together. I can hang back. You can Ball me if it is less distracting."
"No!" Sparky said, "No, I'm not that mad. I do like you being around, you rocky deviant. I wouldn't make you miss out on Brandy dress-up. But you can't steal any double blowjobs."
"There's not going to be any of those while we shop," Brandy says, then pauses for a moment, thinking about her journey so far. "Probably won't be."
Calcine leaned over to whisper something in Brandy's ear, Sparky jumping to listen in but coming up short.
"That's a great idea," Brandy said. "Let's do it. She deserves it."
"What? What is it?" Sparky kicked her legs up, jumping in Brandy's arms and making her stumble. "Tell!"
"It's a surprise! You'll find out, be patient."
Sparky wasn't patient and bothered them the entire way to the Poké-mart. It really was too much fun winding her up.
--
As much as they'd wanted to dive into the fun outfits, sensibility had won the day, and Calcine had taken Brandy around the outdoors store while she picked out some durable new clothes. Her raggedy outfit was a fun look, but on a wet and windy day like this, she'd catch a cold if she didn't fix it up.
"I can't believe how much she loves cargo pants." Sparky says as she watches Brandy twist to look at her new pants once more.
"Why not? There's so many pockets! It's great." She tugs on her new jacket. "And this one has a Wooloo fur lining and pockets on the inside. The best!"
"They're just not sexy."
Brandy huffed. She couldn't understand what Sparky was talking about here. Pockets were sexy. "Well, if you're the expert, what is sexy?"
"Skirts and stockings!" Sparky said, way too fast for Brandy's liking. "Especially if there's a gap between the two."
"Wouldn't I get cold?"
"No way, you'd be warmed by all the Pokémon hanging off you."
Calcine had gotten a drink and been true to her promise of hanging back, so the slurp of her sipping her drink through her straw partly disguised her snort of a laugh. Some weird fancy bubble tea thing, Brandy wouldn't have ordered something like that, but she was noting it for the future. Paying attention to her partners' likes was important.
"Okay, I'm not getting out of here with a skirt and stockings combo. It's just not really my look is all?"
"What?" Sparky sounded scandalized. "You're like, all legs! You've never thought of showing them off?"
Brandy looked down at her pants, kicking her legs out. Sure, they were long, but she was a very tall lady. They kind of had to be.
"No?" Brandy said, "Are my legs that good?"
Calcine sucked even harder on her drink. It was clear she was desperate to chip in on this conversation and resisting as best she could.
"Unbelievable. You don't even know why you're sexy." Sparky groaned, "You're meant to be training us! How are you so bad at being human?"
"I thought you liked me because of my personality." Brandy flashed a smile, throwing her fingers up before her eyes in a goofy mascot pose. "You know, keen and adventurous?"
"No. No. No. That's why we love you, but that's different from being sexy! You remember Pip said Pretty loved tall girls, right?"
Brandy glanced at Calcine for help with this conversation, who gave her a very subtle 'go on' wave.
"Yessss?" Brandy said, tentatively wading out further into these conversational waters.
"And that means beautiful Pokémon can like tall girls. Right?"
Brandy blinked at Sparky like she was talking tongues.
"Ughhh." Sparky mopped her face with her hand. "Impossible. Calcine, help me."
"Sparky likes tall girls. Also, long legs. And wants to see more of yours. Then get her head crushed between your thighs."
"Thanks, Calcine, you're a huge help," Sparky said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She poked her tongue out at the Rolycoly, who blew bubbles in her bubble tea at her. "Now stop talking again."
"So you want me to crush you with my thighs?" Brandy asked innocently.
"No." Sparky said, though she paused to think about it more. "Well, maybe a little, but I meant all the bits before that. I ... just ... how is this difficult? Are you doing this on purpose?"
"No! I just never thought of myself as sexy, is all. I've always been sporty, like, uh, rough and tumble. Not sexy? Girls didn't have crushes on me."
Calcine took Brandy's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as Sparky took a knee and rubbed one of Brandy's legs. She pointed to a Pokémon walking by with shopping bags, raising the leg of Brandy's cargo pants. "Hey, you!"
The Pokémon blinked at them, though it was a little hard to see. She was almost pure white, and her features were a little hard to see on her face. She reminded Brandy of Remi, though human-sized and more made of a kind of ice cream than Remi's see-through green goo. A Milcery? They were rare but not unheard of locally. She smelled very sweet, too, which matched their usual description.
"Yes?" the Milcery said, smiling at them. "Are you okay?"
"Behold!" Sparky said, rubbing her hand over Brandy's calf. "Legs! Aren't they good?"
"They're uh ... lovely?"
"Honest answers only please! Would you go for a human with legs like these?" Sparky said. "Hrm, Brandy, get your pants off. I can't show them off properly,"
"No!"
The Milcery looked so confused, but she put on another brave smile and tried harder. "The legs are lovely. You've a beautiful pair. Are you asking me out? I mean, I can spare a quickie if you want! I won't say no to a pretty girl."
"Aha!" Sparky said, bouncing up victoriously. "See, she said you're pretty and wants to fuck you. You are sexy, can't hide from it."
"Mmm," Brandy nodded, "Um, how long would you need? We're shopping right now."
Sparky shocked her side, the crackle of electricity fizzing along Brandy's side and making her twitch wildly. "Ahaha, sorry, sorry! Thank you, Ma'am! That'll be all!"
"Horny terror," Sparky snorted as the Milcery walked off, confused and amused in equal measure. "So, what's the surprise you two are cooking up?"
"We're here." Calcine said, "You've been causing a scene outside for the past few minutes."
Sparky looked up at the shop, blue eyes lighting up as she saw what was in the windows of the boutique store.
"Wait. Are you getting me a collar? Oh, hell yeah!"
Chapter 44: Sporting a New Look
Summary:
Young Brandy Lore is unlocked
Notes:
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Brandy had hit the Turrfield gym far too early, but she felt she was catching herself up on the experience she'd lacked. Bit by bit, she was understanding how to handle two partners and wanted to at least get good at it before adding in a third. As exciting as the thought of it was!
Her love life wasn't a delicate balancing act like she thought it'd be, but a see-saw. When one went down, the other got raised, and then it was time to switch attention, so they only stayed like that for a short time. She couldn't please Calcine and Sparky all the time, but she could make sure both got their happy moments, and right now, it was Sparky's turn.
"This is so cool," Sparky said as she leaned over the glass counters, looking at the selection of chokers. "I can pick whatever I want?"
Calcine shrugged. "Don't spend all my money immediately, and I don't mind." Brandy took the momentary distraction to take a sip of Calcine's Bubble Tea through the loose straw.
It tasted a lot sweeter than she thought. She was used to mild and soothing tea; this was more like a milkshake without the thickener. She'd thought Calcine shared her love for spicy food but did she have a sweet tooth too? She had pretty enthusiastically stolen Brandy's cakes. Calcine gave her a curious look, and Brandy sucked on the straw to make the drink gurgle.
"Anything..." Sparky was paralyzed with choice, eyes darting over all the options.
"Would Ma'am like some assistance?" the woman behind the counter asked. From the look of it, a human and one Brandys age, her brown hair done up in tight ringlets. Brandy vaguely remembered her from the year above her back in school, though her name eluded her. Well, at least she didn't seem to have noticed her too.
"Oh hey, that's Brandy! How are you?"
Shoot.
"Hi! Uh ... hi!" Brandy said, fumbling over the name. Did it begin with a K? Why didn't she pay attention to hair more? It was so distinctive! "Coach!"
"Aw, you remember me! I'm not your Coach here, though, anymore."
Fuuuuck. What was her name? Coach was so easy!
"Oh, Coach, she talks about you all the time!" Sparky says, "It's good to meet you finally!"
"She does?" the woman behind the counter said, looking surprised before she patted her chest proudly. "Well, I like to know I left an impression."
Brandy was equally surprised, giving Sparky some evil side eye as the Joltik beamed back at her. Not even getting gifts was enough to make her behave, it seemed. Well, two could play at that game.
"Oh, I liked volleyball, but Sparky is the one who loves it." Brandy lied, the words coming smoothly. Was she inheriting a lying tongue from Sparky? That didn't seem healthy. "She's a big fan. You should talk her ear off about it."
"Yeah!" Sparky said, just rolling with the lie to Brandy's annoyance. "I'd love to see you in action. Big fan of anything that involves bouncing. I bet you've got to be fit to do it! Sorry, what was your name?"
"Caramel, though most just called me Kara," Kara said, waving Sparky off. "I'm not bad at it, but Brandy was the star. Volleyball was perfect for her when her head wasn't in the clouds anyway."
Brandy wasn't sure if Sparky was being evil or helpful, teasing the name out. It was always a coin toss with her. Well, it started with a K, so she hadn't been entirely off. It was bad she'd forgotten, though. Had she really daydreamed that much at school?
"She was a sports star?" Calcine asked.
"Well! I wouldn't say that much, but she was good at it. Had a lot of fans."
"Really?" Sparky said, "We're learning things today, aren't we, Brandy?"
"Human fans! It's not anything you need to worry about," Brandy said, hiding her face behind her hands. "The only Pokémon who came to our games was mom's, and they mainly just yelled."
Sparky looked wistful, Calcine also tilted her head in thought. Kara politely laughed, "I see you picked two just like you. They're daydreaming too."
"They're thinking about me with girls is what they're doing." Brandy huffed, "Can you show Sparky some options, or she'll tease me all day."
"I can look at things and tease you."
She could, too. As Caramel took them through the choices, they got Brandy to model them so Sparky could see what they looked like. All the while, they tried to tease out a love life from Brandy's school years that hadn't existed! She needed to finish up with this town and move to a place people didn't know so many embarrassing stories about her.
Kara was finishing one of those stories up as she undid a bright red collar from Brandy. It wouldn't have suited Sparky at all. Brandy was sure Sparky had only picked it because it matched Brandy's hair, but she let Sparky have fun dressing her up.
"I heard," Kara said, "she got so many Candles for her last Festival of Lights her desk nearly caught fire."
"That's not true," Brandy said, "It did catch fire. I thought it was a prank?"
Sparky couldn't have been happier, the collar had her excited, but stories of Brandy's youth had her beaming. "This is so you. A high school heartthrob, and you never noticed."
"I mean, maybe I had a few dates."
"With who?" Calcine said, just as interested as Sparky was.
"No way!" Brandy said, shaking her hands in front of her. "There's a limit! I'm taking all that to my grave. They were just cute kids' stuff. It wasn't anything."
"We don't get to do kids' stuff. It's interesting!" Sparky said.
"It was mainly playing pretend, you know. One be the Pokémon and ... why am I telling you this? That's enough!"
Sparky's eyes were shining, electricity crackling in her fur. She'd never looked more excited than she was now. "I have to know, more than anything. Please, please, please. Which Pokémon did you pretend to be?"
"No way, no way! I'm not answering! Pick your collar!"
"They said I was a Ditto," Caramel said as she put away the red choker. "Because I could do anything."
"Cute," Sparky said, still bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. "Kind of. Aren't Ditto kinda horror shows?"
"She'd yell at us too," Brandy said in a fake low whisper that everyone could hear. "Very scary. We won all our games because we didn't want to find out what she'd do if we lost."
"You being tall as a Dragapult probably helped, too," Calcine said innocently.
"I didn't pretend to be a Dragapult. No narrowing it down! I'm not telling you."
"Centiskorch," Sparky said quickly as anything.
"No!"
"Farigiraf"
Brandy glared at Sparky and picked up a choker from the counter. A navy blue strip of leather attached by a ring that you could roll up into the joining holes to hide the catch. Simple but quite pretty. "This one suits you, the rings magnetic it should boost your electric moves a bit. When you get some."
"My webs are electric, and my tongue" Sparky poked her tongue out at Brandy, crackling an arc along it. Brandy blushed a very bright red.
"Goodness," Kara said, covering her mouth politely to hide her laugh. "Perhaps I should look into dating a Joltik. I got a Mincinno who visits every day who's clearly doing it for me, but maybe I could handle a double date."
"I can introduce you to one of my Sisters," Sparky said, fixing on the choker. There wasn't any argument about preference. It seems Brandy liking it was more than enough reason for Sparky to pick it over the others. "Or if Brandy doesn't mind me going off for a little, I could introduce you to my tongue right now?"
"Really?" Brandy snorted. She could believe the cheek; it was Sparky, but still! "We just got you something nice!"
"And I want to tip her for being such a good saleswoman," Sparky said with a shrug and a sly smile. "You trust me?"
"Absolutely not. You broke me with that tongue. But if Coach Caramel is fine with it then you can. Just no frying her brain."
Kara laughed. "You're talking this tongue up a lot. You're not getting a discount."
"Oh, I don't know, I'm very good. I'll ask after." Sparky grinned. "And it's a nice show of trust in me! You and Calcine can do clothes. Show me off the best picks. Skirts! Stockings!"
Brandy admittedly did want to try that combo. She was being won around to the idea that her long legs were something people cared for. Especially now she'd learned she had a not actually at all secret fan club at school because of them.
"Clothes don't excite me as much," Calcine said, "How about we get those and strategize at the same time? If we're going to take down Mercury. Unless Sparky, you want in on that?"
"Ugh, nerd stuff. No. You two love the planning. I improvise. You can tell me the plan after," Sparky said, though she clearly just wanted a quickie with Kara now. The beaming sales assistant was up for it too. Shameless! Society encouraged these casual bond-making flings, so she wouldn't get in trouble for it, but it still seemed a bit cheeky to do during work hours.
"Fine, Sparky, have fun. We'll meet you in the food court. Kara break her hips for me."
"Will do!" Kara said, "I've kept in shape."
Sparky laughed as Kara took her hand. "That's cute. A joke, right? Right? RIGHT?!"
Brandy watched her go, chewing her lip. She was probably going to be okay, Sparky liked athletic girls, and her Electric nature meant she was always full of energy. Letting her work off some of it might be a nice show of trust. Hopefully, she wouldn't break Kara. She didn't want to have to explain that to Kara's manager.
"Planning then?" Brandy said to Calcine, taking her arm. "I got some ideas, though they'll rely on Sparky to pull it all together."
"Planning," Calcine agreed, "And checking you're ready to get fucked that badly if the whole plan hinges on Sparky."
Mean, but maybe not unwise. Was she ready to lose to Mercury? She'd seen what happened. Even for Brandy, it was a bit much.
Well, no risk, no reward, right? What's the worst that could happen?
Chapter 45: Changing Places
Summary:
Every smut series has to have a changing room scene, I don't make the rules.
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Brandy had a style, but it was very much 'Hiking gear, all the time, no matter what.' Big boots, sensible trousers with plenty of pockets and a light top with a good jacket. It was practical and comfortable, perfect for someone who'd inevitably throw themselves into trouble, as long as trouble looked pretty. Her partners had done a good job there; Brandy was still stoked about the travel gear they'd bought her before they got Sparky's collar. The fur lining on her coat was so warm it horribly tempted her to sleep in it.
Calcine had a much different style, a gym rat look with tight tops and plenty of skin showing. Not that Brandy minded that one bit. So it was a surprise to see how enthusiastic Calcine was about skirts, tights, and other things neither had probably worn except for the most special days. Or at least it was a surprise until Calcine dragged Brandy into a dressing room and ordered her to strip.
"I know it's cliche, but there's no way we're having sex in here. I'm still worn out from Pretty," Brandy said as she wormed her way out of her new top. She couldn't help but smile at the idea as Calcine helped tug it off. If you'd told her she'd be passing up sex a week ago, she'd have called it crazy talk.
"I know you. You'll find an excuse," Calcine said as she carefully folded up Brandy's top. "But I wasn't kidding. I want to plan as we do this. We can't just rush Mercury. She's a bit of a local legend."
"You know of her?" Brandy said, eyebrow raised as she turned to let Calcine undo her bra. "I thought you didn't get out of that mine much."
"I left now and then to get Lapidary some books on sculpting. She never read them. I think she just wanted an excuse to send me out." Calcine said with a shrug. "Met Mercury only once while doing that. She was ruining a pair of twins I'd fought earlier."
"Wait, you had a threesome with twins?" Brandy said, weirdly jealous of the idea. She couldn't compete with twins.
"I wish! They were just practicing fighting and didn't want to warm me up to do anything." Calcine leaned down to get Brandy's boots, Brandy kicking her feet up to make it easier. "I battered their Eevee about a bit, and then Lapidary tossed them out because they were just annoying. Shame, really."
"Twins. " Brandy nodded. Sure, she was jealous, but she understood. "You think Sparky has a twin?"
"We can only hope not," Calcine snorted. "She's pretty big for a Joltik, though. I think she's unique."
Brandy picked the first set of clothes off the top of the pile. It had a lacy bra, something she'd never really had before, and she looked at it like a Voltorb who'd reached the end of her fuse. Putting it on slowly like it might bite her, she gave Calcine some side-eye. "Oh yeah, you were going to tell me what you two did together. Pretty big, is she?"
Calcine blushed, which was a fun look on coal-black skin. A warm red heat on her cheeks, like her skin was about to catch aflame. "I mean, she brags about it enough, but I didn't do anything like that. She took care of me, so I could give you a hot massage and shake your brain back into your skull."
"She's always up for taking one for the team. You two enjoy it?"
"It was pretty unique. I liked it, but it's not the sort of thing I'd dislike from near anyone." Calcine blushed all the harder. "Sparky's a pest, but she's growing on me. I kind of miss her when she's not about. Even if she is getting to fuck your Coach."
That seemed cute enough. Well, ignoring the fucking her coach part. Brandy had worried Calcine had issues with Sparky with all their bickering. Still, she had also insisted Sparky get her due. Bug and Rock were opposites in personality types, but Fire and Rock were opposites too, and Calcine would be both of them. Maybe opposites were more exciting to her than most. Brandy would never have picked either Sparky or Calcine as her 'type' if you'd asked her before she met them, but now she couldn't imagine choosing anyone else.
"She loved the Choker. You really spoiled her with that one." Brandy said and meant it. Sparky was easy to excite, but it'd been a special excitement for getting a gift like that.
"So she thinks. She doesn't know I've bought a leash," Calcine laughed.
Brandy laughed too, the pair sharing a giggle together before suspicion crept in and Brandy narrower her eyes at Calcine. "Wait, did you really buy a leash?"
Calcine just smiled and held up a skirt. Brandy tried to pretend she hadn't seen it, clicking her tongue as she twisted her body back and fore, showing off the bra. "I don't have the body for something this fancy. I barely fill this."
"You look great. Fishing for compliments is what you're doing."
"Darn right! You make fun of my boobs all the time."
"They're fine. You're normal for a human."
Brandy huffed. Normal for a human, flat as hell for a Pokémon. Hardly fair that.
"Put the skirt on," Calcine said, "and tell me about how Sparky fits into the plan for Mercury."
Brandy snatched the skirt and looked at it like she'd never seen one before. Two holes? How could it work? But Calcine didn't need to blink, she couldn't really out-stare a Rolycoly, and eventually, there was nothing to do but put it on.
"Her webs. She'll have to use her psychic moves if we can restrict Mercury's limbs."
"We won't be the first to try that. She's defeated a whole score of Trainers without anyone getting a good idea of her moves."
"Yeah and that's weird isn't it? I bet a few got cocky trying to capture her or panicked, but for her never to use a move? That's scary good natural talent. We've got to force her into a position she has to use her Moves to get out of."
Calcine tapped her fingers on her arm as she thought about it, trying to find a gap. "We can't just rely on Webs. Rock Polish, I can reshape rocks if she's near them. If we can pick our battlefield, I might trap her some. Keep her off balance. Make it easier for Sparky to control her."
"Works. Sparky's a good agile ranged. You're our front line."
"Not against her. She's too strong." Calcine shook her head as she flexed an arm. It was always lovely to see her do that. Brandy liked a bit of muscle, and Calcine looked gorgeously fit. "I might take a hit or two, but I'm not pinning her."
Brandy wasn't sure about that, maybe not on her own, but she had ideas of how the two could combo up to pull it off. Calcine looked more resigned than enthusiastic about the plan, and Brandy put a hand on her arm.
"Hey. You can drag me back if you think we're doing too much. I don't want to embarrass us." Brandy said, watching Calcine's eyes. "I know I push hard."
Calcine didn't answer and tugged at the skirt she'd picked for Brandy to help it sit right on her. It was far shorter than anything she'd ever have picked out. Not only was it higher than her knee, but it also showed quite a bit of thigh. Brandy gave it a swish once it was on, and it flicked about like it was made of feathers.
"Oh shit," Calcine said, "Do that again."
Brandy did, and Calcine bit her lip. "That's good... hrm... you think you could wear that against Mercury?"
"What? Why?"
"Because Mercury loves fucking, and if you can get her all worked up, she'll think more with her dick than her head. You don't want to let Psychic types think, and they'll always win there."
"She's Fairy too, though, unreal beauty."
Calcine snorted. "Mercury is a weird Fairy type. They're usually slinky, sweet and pretty, while she's just a pretty huge dick."
Brandy blanked out thinking about that, and Calcine had to flick her thighs. "Not that kind of huge dick."
"'s real big though" Brandy said, with a fond smile.
She didn't even see Calcine come in to push her off balance, pushed Brandy up to the wall and ran a hand along her thigh. "I'm not enough for you, is it?"
Brandy blinked in surprise. "N-no? You're so good."
Calcine pressed a finger against Brandy's lips, shushing her. "And you've got lovely legs, but I don't let this distract me. To answer your early question, making mistakes is fine long as you learn from them. Even if we do get a Move out of Mercury, she probably will get to fuck you. Are you ready for that?"
Brandy shifted her leg against Calcine's grip, rolling the flesh of her thigh along Calcine's stiff fingers. Her breath felt hot on her lips. She was getting worked up fast. Calcine being firm was exciting. She couldn't help it!
"I can take it," Brandy said, dipping her head forward to bump Calcine's forehead. "And if I can't, I'll get better for the practice. You both are going to Evolve someday, I want to be ready."
The changing room curtain twitched, and the pair went stiff as they were caught out. One of the staff walked in, a human woman with a whole bunch of colorful flowers put into her green hair and a dress whose hem was patterned with more flowers. It was an adorable look. Brandy had guessed she was probably dating a Comfey since she had that little bit of pretty 'shine' people who had Fairy types as partners got. Their bodies just popped out of a scene, like they had their own hidden sun lighting them up. Movie stars in real life, it was enough to make Brandy consider a Fairy Type in her future.
"Oh, nice legs." the flowery saleslady said as she chewed her bottom lip. "Oh! Fucking too. Should I come back?"
"We're not fucking," Calcine said, "I'm just getting her to pay attention."
"She looks pretty taken with you," the Saleswoman smiled. "I just wanted to check you weren't going to ruin our wall."
"Might," Brandy said, "Calcine likes skirts."
"Let's get you in tights as well first," Calcine said, "then we'll see if I can resist."
"If you want to see some more skirts, come see me after. I got some lovely ones! Might forgive any breakages too." the Saleswoman said, winking at Calcine.
"Hey! Are all the staff here out to poach my Pokémon? First Sparky, now Calcine?"
The Saleswoman blew them a kiss as she left. "Your fault for dating the pretty ones, honey. I'll leave you two lovebirds be."
Brandy and Calcine stared at each other as they heard her go.
"So could I..." Calcine started before her thought got stopped by Brandy tugging her cheeks out.
"Sparky gets a treat. You get to be responsible! I'll swap next time, now pick me out some stockings and tell me I look pretty. That's your job."
"Thought my job was to fuck you."
"Well, that depends on how believable your compliments are, so bring your A-game."
Chapter 46: Cherry Brandy
Summary:
Sparky has the goods on Brandy.
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Lapidary's name couldn't have been worth as much as Calcine splashed out on her. Brandy had to talk her down from buying every outfit she picked out, but it still left them with an armful of shopping bags as they left the store. Add in the cost of her new hiking gear and Brandy was now positive Calcine had more money than she'd let on. Wild Pokémon got occasional bits of cash from the government to encourage them to spend it. After all, the more they visited places where humans had shops, the better the chance for them to meet humans and form bonds.
It raised a lot of questions. How long had Calcine been saving? Had she ever left that cave? She seemed comfortable shopping, but surely she must be nearly out of pocket by now.
"That's it!" Brandy said as Calcine held her arm. "No more. You're going to go broke."
"I'm enjoying it," Calcine said, pulling Brandy closer and giving the hem of her skirt a flick with her fingers. "Worth it to make you look so good."
Brandy blushed as the rain beat down around them. It was terrible weather to wear a skirt, and she wasn't a skirt person in the first place, but with how much Calcine had fawned over her in the changing room, she'd resigned herself to wearing one for a bit. The tights itched, and if Calcine didn't stop poking them, they wouldn't last the day either, but her legs were apparently too good to resist. That she was getting looks from passersby just made it worse. She wasn't used to this sort of attention!
They'd spent a while shopping but still had to wait for Sparky out in the food court to meet up with them. All the cakes at Pip and Pretty's had left Brandy far from hungry, so she bought a hot chocolate to warm her hands while they waited. Calcine made it her mission to steal it bit by bit as they sat at a table with an umbrella protecting them from the rain. It was nice for a bit of silent calm to unwind after a pretty busy day. Watching the rain sheet down onto other shoppers was kind of soothing, if only because Brandy was glad she wasn't getting wet.
Calcine trying to sneak a hand up her skirt was not helping the relaxing, but Brandy wouldn't complain. She had warm fingers, and she was only being playful. It was almost sweet.
Brandy rested her head on Calcine's shoulder and let herself drift off with the moment, relishing her touch and the soft drumbeat of the rain on the canvas above. She could get used to this.
"Thighs!" came a gasp from Brandy's side after a good while, and when she peeked open an eye to look, Sparky was down on her knees beside Brandy's chair, staring in awe at the thin gap of skin between the skirt and tights.
"Enjoy yourself?" Brandy said, rolling her leg to one side to bat Sparky right in the face with the thigh she was ogling. It backfired as she bit down on the thigh and held on, a happy growl rolling in her throat as Brandy tried to shake her off. "Hey! No chewing!"
"Tashty," Sparky mumbled, mouth full of thigh. Brandy had to physically pry her off, tugging at the sides of her mouth in revenge as she giggled madly.
"Skip out to sleep with my school coach, and that's the thanks I get!"
"I can't help it! They looked so good! Calcine, you nailed the look."
Calcine smiled as she took the distraction to finish off Brandy's drink with her straw. The mynx had bought her own hot chocolate and hadn't even touched it yet.
"So you find out anything?" Brandy said as she let go of Sparky's mouth.
"Hrm?" Sparky said innocently as she got up and took a spot in Brandy's lap instead. She took Calcine's drink. Once again, no one was doing what they were supposed to, and Brandy ended up with the short straw. It was a little annoying that she was even starting to enjoy it.
However, Brandy wasn't about to let Sparky get away with things this easily. There had to be some give and take. "You didn't just sleep with her because she's hot. You sneak. I know you were after more school stories."
"I'd never be so crafty!" Sparky gasped, hands on her heart. "But, she did mention you helped the girls practice kissing and never caught on that they were going out of their way to pick you."
"They did not!" Brandy huffed. "They did that with everyone."
"Sure they did. Kara also said that you dated a girl for two years, and it took you about a year to realize you weren't just best friends."
"That didn't happen!" Brandy tried to push Sparky off her lap, but she'd got a good hold around Brandy's neck, so she wasn't going anywhere. "Cherry and I were just good friends, and we became girlfriends later."
"Cherry?" Calcine says, "That's a new name."
It was a name Brandy hadn't really expected to come up. They'd been inseparable in and out of school, but that was so long ago now it felt like a different age. Cherry had always looked up to Trainers, and Brandy had picked up the interest mainly to impress her. Cherry had planted the seed of the idea, but it hadn't gone away when they'd parted. Brandy really had come to share her obsession with it.
"We broke up at the end of school. It wasn't a big deal." Brandy said, stealing Calcine's straw and taking a big sip of her hot chocolate to calm herself. It didn't work that well. "Well, okay, we both cried a bunch, but it's over now. Not a thing anymore!"
"She said Cherry had to loudly announce you were dating to the entire class before you realized, and you looked like you'd just tried to lick a Pincurchin as it sunk in."
"Kara wasn't there for that! That wasn't what happened." It totally was, but Brandy wasn't going to admit it. "Kara shouldn't be telling you this stuff!"
"Oh, she didn't at first. " Sparky grinned and leaned in to lick Brandy's nose with a crackle of electricity. "I loosened her tongue a lot, though. She's really keen to meet a sister of mine."
Brandy squirmed in her seat. The electric crackle of the lick made her nerves tingle. Kara was probably barely alive after Sparky had gone at her if she'd gone all out. For all that Joltik's were supposed to be small, Sparky was a big exception in many ways and what she currently lacked in stamina, she more than made up for with enthusiasm. She would be an absolute terror once she got better at being a lover.
"Do we need to find Cherry and apologize for stealing you?" Calcine said, "I don't mind sharing with her."
"No! We haven't seen each other for years. That was forever ago! You're both idiots."
She really didn't like how Calcine and Sparky laughed like it was the funniest idea in the world that they were the idiots here. All her glares did nothing but make the laugh harder until Sparky was weeping in her lap, and even the usually hard-to-read Calcine had an unmistakable, amused glow to her eyes. With no way to stop them, Brandy eventually gave up and drank her hot chocolate in a pathetic sulk.
"Calcine look at this thief!" Sparky gasped.
"Shameless" Calcine said, her lip bit to stop herself from laughing too hard.
Brandy raised the straw and blew a bit of hot chocolate at Calcine, the hot drink barely bothering her as it splashed off her bare arms.
"Wow!" Sparky said, "Wow, wow. We pushed her too far. Sorry, Brandy," Sparky stopped laughing and dried her eyes with her fingers. "I don't mean to tease you that bad. You're our Best Friend."
"Our closest Pal," Calcine nodded as she patted Brandy's thigh. "And possibly more?"
"Fuck you both." Brandy mumbled as she tried to poke the straw back into her drink without using her hands. "I'm going to catch a Grass type who treats me nice."
"Good luck with that," Sparky said. "We'll teach her to tease you. Be a good way to bond."
Calcine and Sparky fist-bumped, and Brandy took the opportunity to spill Sparky off her lap and into Calcine's.
"You love each other so much. You can make out without me!"
To her surprise, they did, Calcine getting a grip on Sparky's new choker and pulling her in for a kiss that Sparky eagerly returned. Their tongues danced together as they got messy with it. Sparks cracked, and heat bled out in a miniature, hungry storm of lust. The magnetic ring of Spark's choker crackled with yellow sparks as Calcine pressed her fingers into Sparky's butt and squeezed her in. Brandy could feel the bond between them thrumming with excitement, that heavy heartbeat overlaid with her own, a comforting pressure in the air that enveloped them all.
Sparky moaned against Calcine's lips, nipping at her bottom lip before pushing back to meet her tongue again, the pair of them absolutely shameless in their display. It made it very hard to be mad at them, and with a sigh, Brandy reached in and hugged them both as they went at each other.
"So lucky you're both hot. We'll get on the hunt for Mercury today, but since you two are so very eager, how about we pick a fight or two before we set camp?" Brandy said, giving them both a firm hug. "We need the practice, and Sparky has to be close to deepening the bond. Or I wouldn't let her get away with all this shit."
"Awww," Sparky murmured as Calcine peppered her neck with kisses. "I love that you trust me to be terrible. Wear the skirt for it, and we got a deal."
"Skirt? Oh, the skirt's not just for show," Brandy grinned. "It's part of the plan. You'll see."
"It is?" Sparky said, "Any plan with Brandy's thighs in it is a winner. We can't lose."
"Yeah" Calcine nodded, "Vital part. Absolutely."
Brandy hoped Sparky was right that her thighs were undefeatable because if this went wrong, she would end up with them wrapped around Mercury. The idea of that happening was exciting, but if she lost control that badly she could end up worse off than Maple. As much as Calcine and Sparky would no doubt love that show, she was hoping to do a little better than that.
Chapter 47: Training is for the Birds
Summary:
A short time-skip and Brandy is in a fight!
Calcine is faced with a big challenge.
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It'd been a few days since they went shopping. While Mercury remained elusive, there was never a shortage of Pokémon to fight, so Brandy had been trying to pick some battles to push the team.
It had gone pretty well, though maybe they'd overshot on this one.
ping!*
"Lenna" the Sirfetch'd
Height: 5' 6"
Type: Fighting
Failed Captures: 21
Moves Discovered:
Brutal Swing
???
Iron Defense
Leer
Sand Attack
When this Pokémon's leek withers, it will retire from combat. Don't tease them about it. They don't find it funny.
click*
Probably best Sparky doesn't read that, or she will only make things worse.
The battlefield was already pretty chewed up from the doubles battle. Sparky and Calcine had blitzed down the yellow lizard Pokémon, pinning her down with webs and then shrouding her with rock summoned up from the ground. The issue was Lenna was proving far harder to hit, and the team had to do everything they could to stop her from breaking her partner back out.
Sparky kept her distance from the long leek sword and held out her hand, sending out a whipcord of webbing that Lenna caught on her leaf shield with a sharp splat.
"Ugh, so annoying! Stop blocking!" Sparky yelled as she curled her finger to summon up some more webbing.
Lenna wasn't a very tall Pokémon, but like most Fighting types, she looked wickedly fit, her mess of white hair bobbing about as she swung a leek sword almost as tall as her, trying to get at her teammate. Calcine was doing her best to stop her, shaping rocks to wall Lenna off and taking a hit or two when no other option was left. Brandy stood on top of the rock blanket they'd made for the yellow lizard Pokémon. Hopping her foot up now and then to avoid bites from the wiggling woman.
"Lenna, get the Bug. Stop trying to save me!" the lizard girl barked.
Lenna raised her sword up high and flicked her hair back imperiously. "A knight does not abandon her charge! As long as I draw breath, your safety is my concern!"
Calcine tried to swing at her, but the shield was again in the way, and Calcine pulled her blow rather than stick to the webbing. She was on guard and couldn't afford to be drawn out.
The lack of a Trainer really showed with this pair. Sure, Brandy's Pokémon delighted in not listening to her outside of a fight, but their shared bonds helped them work as a unit. Lenna and her lizard friend had almost no teamwork. Lenna was too focused on protecting her friend, while her friend hadn't hung back and used it, instead rushing right in and getting bound up by Sparky and Rock Polished into a secure blanket almost immediately.
Two on one should have been easy, but what the Sirfetch'd lacked in teamwork, they more than made up for with style. They were a nightmare in close combat, and their shield gave them a massive advantage against range. Brandy's team's lack of soft moves was once again proving trouble. A Smokescreen from Calcine could help them land a blow, but more likely, it'd make Lenna even harder to hit. She was keeping well clear of any suspicious rocks after they'd so easily bound up her Helioptile friend.
Her shield raised to guard herself, Lenna thrust out her leek sword at Calcine, smashing through a part of the rock wall with one brutal blow and lancing towards the Heloptile's prison. Calcine raised her foot and stamped down on the sword's tip, forcing it into the ground.
"Nice abs," Calcine said, acting like she was way cooler than she was. Brandy was pretty sure she had a bit of a crush on Lenna. She didn't usually act like this.
"Stop looking at her perfect abs and Rock Spin the leek!" Brandy called from behind her, and Calcine wound up a kick that smashed into the leek and sent Lenna spinning around with it as she kept a firm grip on her weapon. "Sparky, skipping rope with Calcine. Use her momentum. Let's try it!"
Brandy was excited to see this play out. They'd been working on some moves for Mercury and had a good feeling about this. Rather than shooting at Lenna, Sparky sent a web Calcine's way, and Calcine raised a hand to catch it, the crackling sticky strand strung out between the pair. Calcine swung Sparky like a meteor hammer, the bug girl giggling wildly as the spinning Calcine swung her off her feet.
Lenna switched smoothly to block the web, but since the web was tethered at both ends, her shield catching it didn't stop the blow. Sparky swung around Lenna like a tetherball and bound her shield back against her body.
"Crafty!" Lenna laughed, "But I won't bow to knaves like you."
"What's a knave?" Sparky asked, getting her answer immediately in a very physical way. Lenna slid her leg along the ground and sent up a puffing cloud of sand right into Sparky's face, making her choke and lose her grip on the web. Thankfully, a leek sword wasn't sharp, so Lenna couldn't cut her way out. Though from how the muscles bulged in her arm, she may be able to brute force it given a moment's breather.
Brandy chewed her bottom lip. Admiring the Fighting types' muscles was fun, but she probably shouldn't go full Calcine and focus here.
"She reads old books," the Helioptile groaned. "I have no idea what she's saying half the time. Calls me Princess."
"Worry not, my love!" Lenna said as she battered Sparky away with a quick flick of her sword. She thrust her sword out towards Calcine with a flourish. "I will have these ladies on their knees soon enough."
Brandy gave Calcine's rear a swat as she saw her legs tremble. "Don't even think about it. Focus!"
Calcine shook her head, her eyes twitching slightly as she held Lenna's gaze. Brandy could feel their bond tremble as Calcine wanted to give in. Leer! Well, there was a simple way to stop it. Brandy hopped off the rock mound onto Calcine's back and covered her eyes. "Just give Sparky a moment," Brandy whispered. "Build up an incinerate. We're going to cook that leek"
Calcine was warm, and nibbling on her earlobe only made her warmer. Lenna looked smugly at Brandy, who looked away to avoid getting Leer'd herself. "A fair maiden like yourself should find better company."
"They're pretty terrible, but in the best ways," Brandy grinned, "Are you two a couple?"
Lenna didn't take the bait. Fighting types were hard to distract, and she was focused on freeing her friend, lashing out with her Leek sword to batter Calcine out of the way. Brandy squeezed close to Calcine as the blow came in, and flames licked across her hands as the blow landed, Brandy feeling the shock in her bones as Calcine juddered back against her. She was getting tougher every day, but she was far from a Pokémon when it came to taking hits still, and the shock left her skin tingling uncomfortably.
But Calcine had followed through, wrapping an arm around the leek and letting flames play across it as she held it tight. Lenna let out a howl of rage at her weapon getting crisped and charged forward, managing only a few steps before two webs slapped against her shoulders and pulled her right off her feet.
"Got her!" Sparky laughed, still spitting out sand. Her four eyes were wet with tears from all the sand grit, but she'd powered through to take the shot.
"Forward," Brandy said, giving Calcine another squeeze. "Two steps up onto her shield. Pin her, and we'll bind her. "
The sticky shield worked in their favor now. Lenna tried to shake them off as Calcine and Brandy climbed atop her shield, but the leftover web residue let them stick fast, and all her struggling just meant bits of Calcine and Brandy's clothing got sticky and ended up catching on Lenna's bare skin. Soon the three of them were a tangled pile, with Sparky the only person left standing free.
"I knew it," Sparky grinned. "Calcine couldn't wait to get in there on that."
"It was the plan," Calcine huffed. Though she was hugging Lenna harder than was necessary. "She feels really good though, firm but soft. I love that feeling."
"Knaves! Varlets!" Lenna squawked, puffing up her cheeks. Brandy licked at her skin, the salt of sweat not unpleasant with the smell of cooking leek in her nose. Leena tried to hold out, but the tickling sensation of it soon had her breaking down into a fit of giggles. "Rogues!"
"You lost Leena!" the Helioptile called. "Now stop following me about!"
"Never. As long as I breathe, you will find safety under my wings." Lenna said, between laughing fits. "Aha, and I can't handle three on my own. I need help!"
"Who said I'm fucking you?" Brandy smirked. "We just wanted to practice fighting. Sparky, you good?"
Sparky didn't answer and instead did a circuit of the trio spinning a web around Brandy, Calcine, and Leena. The sticky web fizzled against Brandy's skin as the trio rolled about to try to escape it. It only ended up binding them even worse.
"Sparky, what the fuck!" Brandy yelled.
"Hey, Lizard girl?" Sparky said as she ignored her. "You want to mess with these three?"
"Yeah!" the Helioptile said, "Call me uh... Lizzy?"
"That's your name?" Calcine snorted.
"No! I'm trying it on." Lizzy said, "I'll think of a better one."
"Queen Liz sounds pretty bad," Sparky said. "I don't think that'd catch on."
Lizzy below a bubble of electricity at Sparky, who laughed as it burst against her fur, tickling her skin. "Well, good thing I'm not actually royalty then."
"You don't get to call names. Sparky," Brandy said, wiggling to get out of the webs. Her face just ended up sticking to someone's boob. She was pretty sure it wasn't Calcine's. It felt softer, but maybe she'd warmed up some being mushed into all these Farfetch muscles. She'd just have to investigate in a moment. "Hey, let us out!"
"No way, this is great. You put on a show, and maybe I'll let up," Sparky said, helping tug at Lizzy to free.
Sparky's bond had gotten awfully close to getting there, and it'd been a while since Sparky hadn't ended up the one sacrificing. They could do this for her.
"Calcine, you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"We should bind Lenna?"
"Not a chance," Lenna said, Brandy, feeling a feathered hand squeezing her ass in admonishment. "I'm Princess Lizzy's until I die."
"I didn't even say I would!" Brandy huffed. "I'm not binding a Pokémon just because Calcine finds muscles hot."
"What? I don't find Pokémon hot." Calcine, the massive liar, said. "She's just very good. At fighting."
"I can't see your face, and I know you're staring at something good right now, " Brandy mumbled. "Question, though."
"Yes?"
"How are we going to do anything tangled up like this? Should we wiggle out of clothes? Hey, bite something and help me out."
"I'm not sure I should bite this," Calcine said slowly. "I'd choke. Turns out the leek wasn't compensating for anything."
Sparky found that so funny she got hiccups.
Chapter 48: A Knight to Remember
Summary:
Calcine and Brandy try their best to deal with Lenna.
Sparky doesn't make it easy for anyone.
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Since her gym defeat, Brandy had tried to take her time more. Savor the details. Learn from her mistakes.
Whether spending more time with her Partners and letting them take the lead in things or making good on promises, she felt in a much better position than she had a few days ago.
What an enormous waste of time that had all been! Getting webbed directly onto Pokémon's bodies. Now that was a way to really get to know a person.
Shoved face first into smooth skin and gorgeously soft feathers, Brandy enjoyed every bit of Lenna she could. Lenna wasn't the curviest of Pokémon she'd met, but she made up for it with plenty of surprisingly soft muscle. She was used to the firmness of Calcine and had that contrast pressed up to her side right now. Squishing her face into a muscled arm coated with downy feathers was a new experience and one she enjoyed quite a lot.
Maybe too much. She had an audience, after all.
"Does your Trainer always look that stupid?" Lizzy said as she tilted her head to look at Brandy. Her big blue eyes roved over Brandy's body, which was a thrill of its own.
"Nah," Sparky said, "she's just lost in a horny haze. It happens. Something will shake her out of it. Hey, Calcine, bite her!"
Brandy got crushed into Lenna more as Calcine moved. The glue of Sparky's webbing didn't seem to lose its stickiness no matter how much they squirmed, and every attempt to free herself only made their situation worse. Brandy heard something of Calcine's come free with an unpleasantly gooey-sounding tear before a hand slapped down on her face's left cheek and turned her head to fill Brandy's vision with warm red eyes.
It was confusing for a moment. Usually, Calcine's eyes were a soft orange, but she'd hit a level of heat that made Brandy sweat.
"I'll not be cooked alive by some fine-looking strumpets!" Lenna squawked, a hand grabbing onto Brandy's thigh for support and squeezing down firmly. Brandy's spine tingled at the contact, an excited little huff blowing into Calcine's face.
Calcine drank the breath like a gift, thrilled to get any part of Brandy. Their bond had felt much clearer ever since Pip and Pretty's, and right now, it burned hot enough that if Brandy could touch it, she'd have come away with blisters.
"Fine mess you've got us in," Calcine rumbled. Her heat let herself unstick from the webbing easier than Lenna and Brandy. She wasn't using her free movement to help Brandy. Instead, Calcine waved an arm over her and let gluey webbing drip down over Brandy's body. It splattered against her like warm candle wax and sizzled against her flesh, hot enough it made Brandy squirm. "You don't have to play Sparky's games. I can get us out."
Brandy didn't need to look to know she'd see worry on Sparky's face. As much as she loved pranks and ridiculous situations like this, she never wanted to be so over the line that people got upset. If anything, her antics were a defense against it. So she leaned forward and bit Calcine's lip, making a show of trying to pull herself free, though it was obviously impossible. It just made those red eyes blaze even brighter.
"That's it. Get her tongue, Brandy!" Sparky cheered them on from the sidelines. "She's a good girl when she's not talking so much!"
Calcine tried to reply to the dig, and Brandy took the advice. She took Calcine's tongue into her mouth and forced her to kiss Brandy silly. Calcine didn't seem to mind losing her right to reply. A happy little murmur rumbled in the back of her throat that made Brandy's lips tremble and helped the kiss that little bit more intense.
"Your lewd displays do not affect me!" Lenna said as she squeezed Brandy's leg even harder. "I will remain strong."
It was such a blatant lie. Lenna's chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted, her feathers well and truly ruffled.
"She always does this," Lizzy laughed. "She's so bad at dealing with being horny. Give up, Lenna! You always end up fucking them!"
"Wait, yours is bad at it too? Wow, hey Brandy, maybe you're a Sirfetch'd after all."
Brandy slurped over Calcine's tongue, the wet sensation made her whole body shudder with delight as she withdrew herself so she could poke her tongue out at Sparky. But her tongue stuck to something as she turned her head and spoiled her reply. She'd just got a face full of something else of Lenna's instead.
"Holy shit," Brandy gasped. "That's a lot of dick."
Lizzy snorted so loud she had a small coughing fit. "Okay, she's annoying, but this bit always makes it worth it."
Lenna's dick filled Brandy's vision. It was a lot to take in.
It was hard, bigger than her lips could comfortably wrap around. A thick pillar of muscle that flexed and throbbed in time with Lenna's heartbeat. It looked heavy, and she got to feel that weight when Lenna swung it to slap Brandy right in the face with a meaty crack of flesh on flesh.
"Oh fuck, that's got to sting." Sparky gasped.
"Yeah, it does!" Lizzy nodded enthusiastically. "She's got a really good swing on her."
Dazed from the blow, Brandy shook her head and tried to pull Calcine in. But the darn webbing had her arms pinned. The best she could do was press at Calcine's sides with her fingertips to get her attention.
"Hah! Bested! You know you're outmatched," Lenna cackled and rolled her trim hips to slap Brandy's face again.
Brandy rolled with it and tried to lick up Lenna's cock as it flicked at her. It was a messy attempt, and she got her teeth knocked for her troubles, but from Lenna's trembling gasp, it was an effective counter.
"Mmm," Calcine mumbled. She slid her fingers into Brandy's hair and pushed her head forward. "Don't take that from her. Get in there and show her who's in charge."
It was a strange moment to have an epiphany, but as she got a face full of dick, Brandy felt her bond with her Partners clearer than she ever had. Calcine was firm, pressing, and loved being in control. Sparky wanted a reaction, something outside of her control, to see things go off in fun, new ways. Pleasing both here. That was the challenge.
Oh, and survive a dick that could dislocate her jaw. That too.
Brandy had a job to do and the determination to see it through, so she wasted no time. Her tongue had plenty of room to slide around the girth of Lenna's cock, and Brandy drew on a little of Pip's advice and gave Lenna the full attention she deserved. It only took a few seconds for Lenna to go nuts as she bucked her hips and tried to bite back her moans. All her puffed-up strength faded fast against a sloppy blowjob that Calcine was all too eager to help along.
"Princess, I'm sorry, she's overwhelming me!" Lenna gasped, "I'll have to-"
"Have to fuck her. Yeah yeah, I know. You are so predictable," Lizzy said. Her fingertips sparked up and crackled as she pressed them into Sparky's fur. An electric massage that Sparky enjoyed with half-lidded eyes as she tried not to miss the moment even as she got pampered. Lizzy was more than happy to use her to tease Lenna. "The gorgeous Sparky here is the one who beat you, though. You should be begging for her forgiveness, not my pity."
"Yeah," Brandy said, words muffled as they flowed out of her lips and over the curve of Lenna's cock. "Beg Lenna. Admit Sparky is better."
"I will do no such thing! Torture me all you like. I will never reward such cheap tricks." Lenna groaned. Though her knightly act faltered some, her voice had started to become more natural.
"Then let's break her," Calcine said and pulled Brandy's hands off Lenna's feathered body and placed them on her cock instead. The glue of the webbing was going to be a problem because they immediately stuck fast. Brandy couldn't even close her hands because of Lenna's size, and that threw her plans out the window. She knew Pokémon got big. Heck, Mercury was definitely bigger, and she was no Wailord or Dragon Type. But someone of Lenna's size needed a different approach.
Greedily going for it like usual just wasn't possible, though Calcine hadn't got the message and steered her right into it. The press of her lips over the head of Lenna's cock had Brandy choking right away. It was simply too big to take into her mouth, and the thought of it going in any other hole frightened her a little. It'd need to be slow, and even then, if her mind didn't snap right away, her body might.
Before Calcine choked her to death Brandy tried to overwhelm Lenna with stimulation instead. She licked every inch of Lenna's shaft that she could reach while her stuck fast hands pumped along the hard length. Her skin was coated with sweat from Calcine's heat and it mixed with her spit as she went at Lenna, coating her thick cock so much it shone in the daylight.
"That... that technique!" Lenna gasped like she was in some cheesy old Honedge flick.
"This is great," Sparky trilled, her head leaned to rest on Lizzy's chest as she rolled her shoulders into the electric massage. "If you're a Princess, I'm the Queen right now."
"Psh don't play into her routine. It's so ridiculous," Lizzy groaned. "I'd get rid of her if she didn't give me such sad eyes when I try."
Brandy doubted that. It'd be easy to slip off if Lizzy didn't want to be around anymore. Normal types loved trying to take human roles. Lizzy might not be quite as thrilled about the fantasy illusion as Lenna was, but she clearly loved being doted on by the feathered Pokémon.
"Beg Lizzy too," Brandy mumbled as she lapped her tongue back and fore, using the tip to tease as Pip had taught her. To Brandy's delight that little extra point of pressure had Lenna gasp with every stroke. "Both of them, tell them they're gorgeous and deserve praise. Or I'll stop with you and show them myself."
"Perceptive," Calcine growled. She pawed at Brandy's body and her warm hand grabs felt good on Brandy's tense muscles. Calcine had a knack for finding the spots that needed soothing. It really helped Brandy relax into her messy, mixed handjob and blowjob. "You get smarter the more dick you have shoved in your face."
"Ha!" Sparky held out a hand for a high five from Calcine, though she didn't get one back. Calcine was far too focused on Brandy right now. Lizzy gave her a pity slap so she wasn't left hanging. "She's going to be at full power against Mercury! Maybe we should get her to binding ball Lenna. We could have her whip her dick out whenever we need to plan then."
"Such a smart idea!" Lenna said, entirely unconvincing in her attempt to praise Sparky as Brandy had asked. "Very shrewd of you, cunning little bug."
"Not brains," Brandy growled and let her teeth prick against Lenna's cock. The slight pressure was enough to make the feathered woman squirm underneath her. "Sparky knows she's smart. Tell her she's beautiful, praise her power, the way her body moves. How she can beat giants."
Lenna was only five foot five, so giant was a stretch, but that was still five inches on Sparky. Strange how every short Pokémon Brandy had met was crazy hung. Maybe that's where all the heights went.
"You're both very yellow," Lenna said and faltered after that lame attempt. Brandy's mouth and pumping hands had probably melted her mind a bit, and it wasn't like she had made a lot of sense before. "Bright as the sun, a day with your smile shines brighter, Lizzy. I want to see you safe and happy."
"Aw, sweet," Calcine said, "Though she didn't say much about Sparky. Maybe she should mention how she's always there when we need her."
"Girls!" Sparky said with a blush and shuffled back against Lizzy like she was trying to hide in her body.
Brandy was glad Calcine saw her plan here. Shameless compliments. Well, if Lenna couldn't do the job, she could. "She fucks like a train, with a dick big enough to make a girl squeal. You're barely hanging on, Lenna, but Sparky knocked me right the fuck out with just her tongue. You're a whole lot, but she's too much. I'm spoiled."
"Come onnnn!" Sparky had hidden her face in her hands, having to stretch her fingers out to cover all her eyes. "This is cruel!"
"We love her," Calcine said as she leaned in to help Brandy lick the other side of Lenna's cock. "And you're just the starter to Brandy's main course."
"Going to show her what she missed and then some," Brandy grinned and suckled on Lenna's dick until she whined up a storm. "And then I'm going to tug on that choker like it's a lifeline as she rides me into the ground."
It felt strange to work on a bond when not even having sex, at least not directly, but Brandy could feel it thrum with every compliment building up just as high as Lenna's own orgasm.
"Stop! No more compliments!" Sparky squeaked, "You're meant to fuck each other! No fucking me with nice words!"
"I'll fuck Lenna, but I'm going to think of you Sparky, because you really are precious to me. I meant it," Brandy teased with a kiss to Lenna's cock, and somehow that was enough for both. Sparky's bond flared, Lenna's dick throbbed, and Brandy learned that a big dick also meant a big mess in her hair as a crackling wave of electricity rolled out over everyone. It was the worst time for it to hit, as Lenna went from painting Brandy's hair white to her whole body.
It'd turn out it was worth it, but there was a lot of swearing until they found that out.
Chapter 49: Big-Dick Energy
Summary:
Brandy is absolutely going to do something unwise.
Sparky fools nobody.
Notes:
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Tingling, hypersensitive skin made doing anything difficult, so Brandy just hugged Lenna's cock like it was a teddy bear, delivered it a few kisses now and then, and tried to make the feathered knight squirm underneath her. It was a fun way to get a reaction, evil but fun.
"I can feel my teeth," Calcine groaned, face planted down on Lenna's abs. Brandy gave Calcine's stubby horns a gentle pat. "Ugh, I can feel even that."
Poor Calcine. Brandy was glad she didn't feel quite that bad. She tingled, but it was manageable, pleasant even. Her whole body seemed to crackle if she moved it even an inch, flares of tingling sensation running over her skin. Sparky's electricity burst had hit everyone, and only Lizzy seemed unaffected by it. A lucky time to be an Electric Type right now.
"You give such good hugs," Sparky mumbled as she nuzzled back into Lizzy's arms. Her usual impish smile had widened to a full-blown beam, pearly white teeth shining in the sun.
"The best," Lizzy said as she rubbed Sparky's blonde hair with her chin. "But I'm not stealing the credit for this. Thank her properly."
Sparky went to say something, but Lizzy pushed her forward, and the Joltik stumbled over to the tangled ball of bodies. The glue of her webbing had broken down some under Calcine's heat, but Lenna and Brandy were still stuck together in places. Brandy found it awfully cute to watch Sparky try to work up the nerve for some sincerity. Her blue eyes darted about shiftily as if a stranger might suddenly pounce out of the long grass and catch her in the act.
Brandy wanted to rescue her, but she held off on that feeling and let Sparky have the time to work things out in her head.
"I think," Sparky said and then trailed off as the thought she had escaped. She composed herself and gave it another shot.
"No, okay, I know," Sparky said, a little more confident. "if I don't make a lot of noise, people overlook me. Even you, Brandy, though you don't mean to."
Brandy just rested her head on Lenna as she watched. The enormous cock that flapped against the side of her head made the moment a little surreal, but she just ignored it. She wanted to know what Sparky was going to say so much more than deal with Lenna right now.
"But you've got better at it. Calcine makes sure I'm heard, and she doesn't have to remind you as much anymore. So um... thanks for making sure I'm noticed?"
"Get down here and hug me," Brandy said and held up her one free arm. "Love you. You electric pest."
Sparky gave Lenna's dick a wary look, but she got down into the sticky ball of people she'd made and got her hands around Brandy for a truly awkward hug. Sparky's mane of yellow fur still crackled with static, but Brandy sunk her head and let it pop against her skin. It was worth it. The fur was so soft it made cuddling a delight.
"I enjoy seeing you smile," Brandy came up for air and stole a quick kiss from Sparky's grinning lips. "And you enjoy causing trouble. Maybe it was to get attention, but you enjoy it."
"Well," Sparky chased Brandy's lips about as she moved to avoid a return kiss. Sparky snapped at the air to try to catch her. "Well! Maybe a little. So I'll keep doing it."
"She hasn't been able to stop you yet," Calcine groaned. "Can't believe you shocked us all."
Calcine tried to stand, but even the sensation of using her muscles made her twitch and forced her to lie back down on the ground to help ease away the feelings. She dug her fingers into the dirt, and rock flowed over her skin. Calcine gave a content sigh as the fizzling dispersed into her rock shell. "Sparky's new Move might be pretty useful. The sensitivity is really something."
"Yeah!" Sparky chased Brandy for kisses across Lenna's body. The exhausted knight was letting them go at it, just thankful they weren't teasing her anymore. "You know the deal, though! If you want to find out what Move it was, you'll have to-"
"Thunder Wave," Brandy said, quick as a flash.
"Thunder Wave," Calcine agreed.
"Thunder Wave," Lenna groaned, cock twitching. Brandy gave it a sly lick and made the poor bird-woman's toes curl. "Fuuuuck. Mercy!"
Sparky puffed her cheeks out. "Didn't realize I was on the no-fun squad."
"I was having plenty of fun!" Brandy grinned. "And so were you. I didn't even get to tackle Lenna, and you got all emotional."
"I think our bond deepening while you rode that would be a very different relationship. I'm not a Ghost," Sparky giggled, "You still going to try?"
"No!" Lenna gasped. "I give. You've bested me! Don't you dare!"
"Maybe," Brandy smirked, "Should I bind Lenna, you think? She seems pretty beat."
Lenna didn't seem like she'd be able to resist the argument, Sparky and Brandy looked down at her body and past her heaving chest to her rattled face. She looked exhausted, sweat matting her feathery hair into one big clump.
"I mean," Brandy tapped her head at the Sirfetch'd, "She's nice, but I think I know there's a woman out there who wants to be treated like a Queen. Feel I'd be robbing her of the chance."
"Hah!" Lizzy slapped her leg. "Yeah, like I'd get rid of her that easy. She's my knight, and you've not got the bindings for both of us. I'm keeping her."
That decided it, really. They weren't about to come between friends. Sparky and Brandy got back to kissing, Brandy getting to tug on Sparky's collar a little bit and make her squirm until she seemed pretty worked up.
"I love this," Sparky said, "But I'll be honest, the enormous dick is really distracting. Do we have to do it here?"
Brandy bounced against Leena's stomach, making the poor knight wheeze. "You super-glued me to her."
"Oh. Yeah. I did that." Sparky tapped her lip thoughtfully. "So you can't move right now?"
"Sparky," Brandy growled, already seeing the shape of her plan.
"Just saying you're totally helpless. Hey Lizzy! You want to see why I really love this woman?"
"Sparky! Unstick me first!" Brandy yelped. "Sparky!"
--
They did not unstick her, and Lenna got to be the mattress on which Brandy got fucked. One energetic Electric Pokémon was already a challenge for Brandy to wear out, two of them she didn't have a chance. Brandy had Lenna pinned flat to the ground, one feathered arm pinned tight by Brandy's legs while Sparky held Brandy down with all her weight. Brandy was covered in sweat, panting hard as she kept her eyes closed and savored the feel of being used. She'd worked with Lizzy and Sparky at first, but as the pair went on, she'd just been unable to keep up and let the pair have their fun, acting as a warm, willing body for them to use for celebration.
It was a bit messed up but in a fun way. They were careful to check that she was okay as they went, even if she could only reply with mumbled, happy grunts.
The yellow pair were just relentless. Lizzy's shining scales were an exciting rough against Brandy's lips as she took Brandy's mouth. Not as impressive as Sparky, let alone Lenna, but still more than enough to make Brandy gurgle. Brandy had run out of strength to lift herself forever ago, so Lizzy had to support her head as she thrust. Every swing of her hips and thrust of her cock down Brandy's throat felt like she was knocking some thoughts right out of Brandy's head. Her mind was completely clouded over. The pleasure washed through her and left her utterly unable to think in all but the dumbest, most animalistic terms.
Sparky had hands on her hips, holding her tight as she took her pussy with long strokes. The squeaks she could coax out of Brandy as they sunk in deep were clearly filling her with satisfaction. She seemed happy, not a sign of her regular mischievousness in her wide grin, though fucking Brandy after super-gluing her to another woman couldn't be called anything but mischievous. It was just some sweet, if somewhat intense, lovemaking, and Sparky was making her stamina work for her this time, drawing it out and out.
"Usually, I wear you down before risking the Princess," Lenna said, happy to catch a break, her stomach an excellent mattress for Brandy to be bounced on. Lenna runs her hand through Brandy's hair, helping support her head for Lizzy. "But the tales say love cannot be denied."
"Not sure she can reply." Calcine laughed. She'd pushed up to her elbows and had her head in her hands, legs lazily kicking the ground as she watched the pair of Electrics spitroast her trainer. "Though it's a shame, you'd have been good training for Mercury. You're certainly a challenge."
"Nonsense," Lenna said. "My weapon fits any sheathe. You should know that well."
Calcine raised an eyebrow. "I have heard that, but I find it hard to believe."
"'tis true. We Pokémon would not so cruelly hurt our paramours."
"She ate a library once, I swear," Lizzy groaned as she stroked Brandy's cheek. "Fuck. But she's not lying. She warms women up for me. Usually, they're all tingling and mushy by the time I get in. It's fun. I love the cuddling as much as the fucking."
Through the haze, Brandy wanted to say she seemed to enjoy the fucking plenty right now. But Calcine was right. Her mouth was a little full. She was thankful Lizzy's dick wasn't scaled, that'd be a bit much, but it had a fascinating texture. Tantalizing ridges that excited her throat with every thrust, she was sure taking it properly would leave her gasping.
"So she isn't breaking trainers because of the size of her cock?" Calcine said, "I thought it was that."
"Well," Lizzy said, grunting as she thrust. She worked Brandy's throat like she was aiming to make her brains dribble out of her ears. "It helps. Lenna has women make noises I've never gotten out of them. But most like me better if she has a bad day, she has to really work to make them happy. It's not all in the dick. Else every Rapidash would have that reputation."
"Interesting. So she's unique?"
"Thirsty, more like. Mercury's fantastic at fucking. She's given Lenna some tips once on how to make a woman go all putty-like. Was kind of bragging while doing it, but it works. She really knows her stuff. We tried it on the next lady Lenna 'defended' me from, and she passed out before I even got a go."
"Was not my intention!" Lenna said. "I used too much of my power,"
"Yeah, yeah, you goof, it's fine. You made it up to me. Heck, you lost out on this one. She's a real treat."
"Tingles will stop eventually. There's time," Lenna said, but she said it slowly as she tried not to breathe too much, worried she'd set herself off.
She let out one hell of a squawk when Sparky slapped her ass, grinning ear to ear. "I'm going to put her in the Poké-Center first! Wait for your turn. This one is mine."
Brandy couldn't agree more. Sparky could have all the fun she wanted. Though if she wanted Brandy to be conscious for it, she really needed to slow down some.
Chapter 50: A Hard Day's Knight
Summary:
Lenna and Brandy get it on
Notes:
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Progress felt good.
When Sparky first jumped Brandy, they'd both been too excited and flailing to last more than a few minutes. A few delightful, intense minutes, but it was still a pretty short fuck for two people with such deep reserves of stamina.
Now with practice and a bit of heart-to-heart sharing, they were doing much better. Sparky had learned to pace herself, Calcine-like in her steadiness as she kept Brandy on the edge of an orgasm, slowing her thrusts every time Brandy felt like she was about to tip into a mind-melting climax. She'd completely lost track of time. The only sign of progress she had was how many times Lizzy had tensed up and filled her mouth with fizzling, sweet-tasting cum. Electric stamina was frightful because they were up to four already, and while Lizzy seemed to get rather sensitive, she was still just as hard as when they'd started.
Brandy's legs were shaking as they tried to cling to Sparky's body, and she felt lightheaded. Breathing through your nose got difficult when a cock got so slick with cum that it ended up in places it shouldn't be. The two Electric Types were on it, though, Lizzy withdrawing her cock from Brandy's throat with a wet pop and letting her pant, resting her face on Lenna's stomach as she tried to fill her lungs back up.
"Relentless monsters," Brandy gasped between breaths. "Going to break a girl."
Sparky laughed, squeezing her hips as she kept up her slow strokes. Brandy was still sensitive from the Thunder Wave, and every slide of Sparky's cock over her insides had her body straining to break free of the webbing. Brandy felt like she'd be doing backflips if she was fully mobile, which probably would have made sex much more difficult.
Lizzy tried to clean up Brandy's face with a dabbing hand, but she was a mess. Sweat and cum were all mixed into a sticky paste with an overwhelmingly acidic smell. Like a sweeter battery acid, which, while appropriate, was not exactly the most fragrant thing to have in your nostrils. Brandy blew her nose and a bubble of cum popped against Lizzy's fingers.
"Aw! Gross." the Helioptile gasped, long floppy black ears flicking back. They had no rigidity and hung loose, the yellow tips sparkling with electricity. It was a strange look, more like ribbons than ears, but Brandy was happy to admit it was also cute. Compared to Lenna's rugged fighter build, Lizzy was an adorable princess.
"You put it all there," Calcine laughed. She'd been happy to watch it all, legs kicking the air as she lay on her front. "Your fault for trying to paint her completely"
"Well, I'm going to take a break," Lizzy groaned, looking for something to wipe her fingers on. Her eyes settled on Lenna's feathers, which got her a sharp-eyed glare from the Sirfetch'd. Even knightly duties had their limits. "Fine! Fine, I'll go get the canteens and clean up. You deserve a turn anyway."
Lizzy turned, and Brandy finally got to see her ass, which was a bigger deal than she'd expected. Lizzy had a tail! The first Pokémon she'd met with one, she used it to slap Brandy's ass as she went, her flesh ringing as the thick black tail bounced off, Sparky laughing as the very tip of the tail curled to kiss her stomach.
"Tail Whip! Cool. Can we claim that as a Move?"
"Already known, sorry" Lizzy grinned, "I love making Researcher's bubble with it."
"Bubble?" Brandy said, feeling a lot better with some air in her lungs. Though Sparky was still driving her to near ruin with her dick, at least she'd not feint when she got there. Probably.
"Think about it," Lizzy said, blowing Brandy a kiss before walking off, tail swishing behind her.
Brandy thought about it pretty hard.
"She meant she fucked them with it," Sparky said, patting Brandy's side.
"I know!" Brandy huffed. "I was thinking about it."
"Cheek! Think about this instead!"
Sparky thrust forward, fully hilting herself in one flesh-rippling stroke. Brandy felt a sudden crackling rush of energy wash through her body. Not an orgasm, but it sure felt like one as every squeezed-upon nerve sang out in delight.
"So fucking good," Brandy moaned, entwining her arms with Sparky's as she tried once again to pull herself free, to no avail, enjoying the feel of her slick cock sliding in and out of her at a leisurely pace. It didn't matter Sparky was taking it easy, her dick was big enough to curl Brandy's toes and tangle her words up in her mouth. Power flowed through Brandy's body and crackled in her brain so vividly she felt her skin should have been glowing.
Lenna hadn't said a word for a while. She was studying them. Fighters could be weird like that, always looking for the next advantage, but her firm muscles had been the perfect mattress for Brandy to get fucked on, so she forgave some staring. But even if she was keeping quiet, Lenna's massive cock wasn't something Brandy could really ignore, especially when Sparky shoved her face right into it. Brandy parted her lips to let it rest in her mouth as Sparky finally slammed into Brandy hard enough to hit the switch.
Brandy had made some pretty intense noises during sex, but this was the first time she'd full-throated screamed, the thick cock she had her mouth wrapped around not enough to stifle the orgasmic cry. Sparky had built her up to something special, and the orgasm hit like a hammer, Brandy's head rolling back as Sparky's cock pulsed and filled her with warm, fizzling cum. It was such a deliciously hard blow to her senses that it took all of Brandy's willpower to not black out and keep sucking, her tongue dancing over the spongy underside of Lenna's shaft.
"You take care of your Queen well," Lenna sighed, holding Brandy's head just in case she passed out. Brandy just added a little bit of thumb to her cock sucking, hungry for anything she could work out her feelings on right now.
"Better every day," Sparky grinned as she withdrew with a wet, sticky sound. That alone got another gurgling gasp from Brandy as her body tensed up again. "She might struggle to do anymore. You be upset about that?"
"Of course not," Lenna said, "I wouldn't have her break herself in front of her Champions. She's held her own just fine."
Brandy felt Sparky's fingers work between them, clearing out the webbing with scooping hands. Sparky's webbing didn't affect her and quickly dissolved once she'd touched it. Just one of the odd quirks of Pokémon Moves. Her vision slowly returned to normal as her mind cleared. She had to face the monumental cock she was busy giving the lamest blowjob to, just sucking on the side of it like a lollipop she'd decided to lick to the center of in the messiest way possible.
"Mercury," Brandy said, voice bubbling from the high she was still basking in.
"Well, you didn't break her," Calcine said, "But you mixed her up."
"No, no," Brandy mumbled. "Practice for Mercury. If Lenna wants to, I'd like it."
"You are spent," Sparky said, slapping Brandy's butt. She'd been doing that a lot, and it was getting raw back there. "There's no way you got the energy to move."
"With a little help from my friends," Brandy sang, "You and Calcine hold me. Lenna takes it slow. Teamwork."
Calcine and Sparky stared at each other, wordlessly passing a conversation back and fore. Brandy wasn't an expert at reading them yet, but she was pretty sure both were using the 'This Horny Dumbass' look a lot.
"I want to see her try." Calcine finally said, pushing up to her knees and getting a hold of one of Brandy's arms. Warm fingers wrapping around her arms, her firm grip was an anchor back to reality she gladly held onto.
"Bad as her," Sparky said, shaking her head as she got a hold of Brandy's other arm. "Fine, but if we end up tearing her in two, you're getting me a new Trainer with long legs."
The pair of them helped Brandy up. She tried to go with them, but she felt like her Jelly self when Remi healed her. If she had muscles in her body, they weren't much use keeping her up.
"This is ridiculous," Sparky said as Brandy rested her head on her shoulder. "She's flopping about like a doll. We should give it a break."
Brandy bit Sparky's shoulder, staring up at her with big bright eyes. Lenna had been through a lot of frustration today, and the least they could do was give her one good fuck. Or one semi-good fuck because Brandy wasn't sure she would be much use as anything besides a warm hole right now.
"She's got spirit," Lenna said as she dusted herself off. The feathered woman wasn't particularly tall. Brandy had nearly a foot over her, but the muscles on her body and sheer confidence in how she moved made her appear taller. The colossal swinging dick between her legs helped hammer 'Big' into everyone's heads. As she lined up, Brandy had some second thoughts. It was just a lot, and from her view, it didn't look like it'd fit into any hole of hers.
"Uhhhh," Brandy mumbled as Lenna stroked her dick up Brandy's thigh. The thickness and heat of it had a real presence, making Brandy's insides squirm before she even got near it. "You absolutely sure it'll fit?"
"Always does," Lenna said, "But if you want rest? You don't have to prove yourself any further."
"I feel like we're doing a crime," Sparky said over Brandy's shoulder. Calcine just smiled back. "No, I mean an actual one!"
All of Brandy's spit had slickened up Lenna's cock nicely. Lenna held it with one hand, keeping it steady while she grabbed onto Brandy's ass with the other. She pressed in, leaning into the taller girl, those gorgeous muscles having to work as Brandy resisted her. Brandy was so glad she'd got Sparky's shoulder to bite because, for all Lenna claims, it'd fit; it wasn't doing that quickly! Brandy's ass was just scraping along the ground as Lenna pushed forward.
Calcine and Sparky came to the rescue, a hand each on Brandy's butt as they held her firm. Calcine, a steady rock, and Sparky digging her heels in with a look of determination, they helped push her onto Lenna's dick.
Brandy's moan rippled through Sparky as her pussy lips finally stretched out around that beastly thick slab of meat. Her pussy just barely managed to take the tip, and it brought an actual tear to her eye. It felt incredible to be stretched out so far, but there was as much pain as pleasure in it, and Brandy was balancing on a knife edge not to get overwhelmed.
"You okay?" Lenna asked, with the practiced tone of someone who'd had to ask a lot of women that question. Brandy nodded, not wanting to say anything because it'd probably come out as a wild scream. The stretching felt like it would never stop. Lenna was right. She could take her cock, but it was one thing to know it'd fit and entirely another to be reshaped around it.
"Just keep biting," Sparky said, hugging her closer to her side, "And let Lenna do her thing. She knows how to use it."
Lenna took her time, allowing Brandy's pussy to adjust to the size of her cock. It was still hard. Brandy couldn't deny she wanted to move and feel the thing take her apart. But every time she tried even the gentleness roll of her hips, the pressure inside her increased to such a mind-melting degree that her vision swam. Mercury wasn't going to be as slow and gentle as this. She could only imagine how overwhelming that'd be. No wonder no one had gotten one of her moves down. They'd all had their brains fucked right out of their heads.
"So, can you handle it?" Calcine asked with a smile, a finger stroking Brandy's cheek. That warm digit helped her ground her thoughts a little. Calcine's heat always seemed to help melt away her troubles.
"Yeah," Brandy said as she got used to the feeling. "It feels unreal, intense, but in a good way? It's just very different."
"Better?" Sparky asked innocently.
"Jealous," Brandy laughed, then wish she hadn't as her body shook and her insides pressed. "Mff, I think it's tough, actually. If she's not very good with it, it'd just be painful, not sexy."
"I am good with it," Lenna said, still taking her time with the slowest strokes. Even that gentle motion made Brandy feel like she was getting turned inside out. The emotions Lenna could stir up with her dick were overwhelming. The gentler lovemaking Brandy was often spoiled by would be nearly impossible for her. It actually made Brandy feel a little sorry for her. Lenna fixed that with her first actual stroke, which had Brandy's whole body shaking as Lenna tried to bottom out and got nowhere close.
"Fuck, fuck!" Brandy swore, shaking as her toes curled so hard she swore she heard them pop. "Slow! Slow, slow, slow."
Lenna laughed, "Mercury won't be. I just thought you should feel it once."
Lenna treated her to a much slower fuck after that, and it was good. Too good, like eating so much you just felt bloated, but the meal was so delicious you thought it was worth it. It was a really good dick attached to a weird but sweet woman, and Brandy was down for that. But as Lenna gently fucked her into a bubbling mess, Brandy couldn't help but think about the challenge they'd soon be facing. Mercury wasn't going to take it so easy on her. If all their plans fell through, she would find out what it would be like for Lenna to fuck her hard.
She asked for that hard fuck after Lenna had brought her to a few dizzying orgasms, just to be ready for it. Calcine and Sparky weren't having any of it, and the four Pokémon kissed and cuddled her until she fell asleep in a pile of warm bodies.
Despite all the intense orgasms Brandy had enjoyed, cuddling up to everyone and drifting off to sleep with all that skin pressing into her?
That was actually the best part.
Chapter 51: Text Adventure
Summary:
In which Brandy is forced to use her phone
Notes:
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Going to sleep in a pile of Pokémon was a great idea. Waking up in one was a lot less fun.
Lenna's feathers were as soft as could be, the perfect thing to rest on. Unfortunately, they didn't go very well with Calcine's hardened skin, poking Brandy in her side as Calcine lay slumped over her. Sparky and Lizzy had a tingle to them, like rubbing nails over the sofa fabric. While it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, too much of it left Brandy's teeth on edge. Three conflicting sensations spread all over her body, which was only the start of the problems.
Everyone was sticky in a way that had been fun in the moment but now left hair matted and touching things, an unpleasant experience. She would have to dip into her water bottles to clean off again, and they were already feeling pretty light. Maple really was lucky to have Mahi. She would be great to have around for the easy showers alone.
It wasn't all touch-based problems. For such a small Pokémon, Sparky sure could snore, each snorting breath a crackling rumble like approaching thunder. No amount of poking her cheeks woke her up either; she really had worn herself out on Brandy and just ended up sleepily licking anything put near her mouth. Cute but not helpful.
Brandy was good and stuck. At least she had Lenna's chest to use as pillows as she stretched to grab a strap on her bag. It was tantalizingly out of reach, her fingers brushing over the edge of the strap a few times as she wiggled madly. Well, she wasn't about to let that beat her. Some of Sparky's webbing was still lying about the adhesive on it, thankfully inert. Tying it around a small rock left Brandy with a primitive grapple hook. After a few tosses and pulls, she eventually snagged the strap and dragged her heavy bag over the grass. Thank goodness it hadn't rained. If there was mud, they might have all drowned.
Her Poké-dex was in the side pocket, a slightly scuffed hand-me-down from her human mother. Fenny's job had her getting a new Pokédex every year, and Brandy always got her old one. You'd think only a year with a Pokédex meant she'd get it brand new, but Fenny was as bad as her Poké-mom, and pretty much anything she owned soon picked up some scuff marks. Brandy didn't ask where the scratches came from and saved herself from hearing about her mom's love life when she wasn't home. Though clearing off the old photos on it often meant she had to find out anyway.
Maybe her adoration of Pokémon was hereditary? Horniness runs through the Joyce family, Fire in the blood.
Trapped between four snoozing women didn't leave you much to do until they woke up. Brandy wasn't extracting herself without giving someone a thorough kicking, so the least she could do was check her messages, and she'd missed quite a lot of them.
Maple had been sending her pictures of her and Mahi. The pair had been having fun by the river that ran alongside Turffield, Maple on a peddle boat while Mahi clung to the side, serenading her. They'd shared an ice cream later, and the pair had tried to do a sexy picture of them both licking it, but Mahi was looking at the camera and gone too far licking Maple's face, Maple's half-formed squeal captured by the camera as Mahi knocked the ice cream over onto her.
It was nice they were getting along so well. Though Brandy was sharp enough to notice that there was something up here.
BrandyButter: Cute as fuck. But own up, who's taking these pictures?
Maple must have been getting ready for the day because it only took her a few moments to reply.
SweetTreat: Wouldn't you like to know?
BrandyButter: Tell me, and I'll show you who I'm with.
SweetTreat: Give me one good picture, and I'll give you a hint.
Brandy wasn't in the right spot to take a good picture, but she tried her best. Putting the Pokédex down beside Lenna's head and taking a shot along their bodies. It was a messy tangle of limbs and dumb, snoring faces, but Brandy's big grin in the middle made it a bit cute. Brandy thought so anyway, and if Maple wanted to argue, Brandy was sleeping with four Pokémon, so she couldn't win that.
SweetTreat: You captured two more?!?
BrandyButter: Nope! Just training up. You haven't seen how tough it was. It was a lot. I'm still sore.
SweetTreat: I think I got you beat on tough training.
Okay, fair. Brandy couldn't argue there. Mercury had absolutely ruined Maple, but it seemed she'd bounced back much stronger for it. She'd have to plan a third capture after their Mercury plans just to stay ahead.
SweetTreat: Sparky looks like such a happy idiot when she's asleep.
BrandyButter: Yeah, it's cute! I gave her some good dreams.
SweetTreat: The choker is adorable, too. Did you get her it?
BrandyButter: Calcine did, but she treats it like I did. She fingers it when she thinks we're not looking. It's cute.
SweetTreat: Calcine seems like such a sweetheart. You all don't deserve her.
BrandyButter: Hah, you can try to steal her all you want. She's mine. Also, no cheating, I got a lot of punctuation from you, so it was a good pic! Give me my clue!
SweetTreat: Fine! Water and Fairy. See if you have learned anything yet.
There was only one of those, and Brandy knew her Pokémon.
BrandyButter: Marill! Woah, is it true what they say about their tails?
SweetTreat: ~Sure is~
Well, that's hardly fair. Now Brandy really was getting jealous. Marill could be an excellent Soft Move Pokémon, and the rumors about their tails were exciting, even more so now she knew they were true.
BrandyButter: Let's see her! Picture!
SweetTreat: Not so fast. I want one of you if we're trading!
Brandy stared at the text for a good minute. One of her? Wait, was Maple flirting with her? Sparky had teased her about how dense she was, missing all the flirting at school, but she had been on a few dates. She wasn't completely oblivious. Cycling through her gallery, she looked at all the pictures Sparky and Calcine had been taking. Most of Sparky's were barely visible as she bounced around too much with the phone, but Calcine had taken some rather lovely scenic shots. Also, about four hundred pictures of her in her new short skirt. Brandy picked out one where she was giving the skirt a swish while wearing a pair of nice stockings, an umbrella over her shoulder, and a little bit of a blush on her cheeks when asked to pose.
SweetTreat: Legs! See, you look great when you try. I knew they'd pick you out some nice clothes.
BrandyButter: It was Calcine's pick. You don't get any credit!
SweetTreat: Says you. I just asked Mahi, and she said I'm right, and you're wrong.
Brandy snorted. Mahi couldn't possibly be more biased. Calcine had her head rested on one of Brandy's legs, and Brandy reached down to give her hair a ruffle as she slept. Maple might not give her credit, but Brandy could.
Her Dex beeped. Maple had made good on her promise of a picture. A Marill's big round mouse ears were unmistakable, poking out of an electric blue pixie cut accented with a Butterfree hair clip. She was all in on the color theme, with bright blue eyes shining as she smiled for the camera, looking heart-meltingly cute with a lil' button nose and a blue summer dress. She had curves too. Her blue summer dress hugged her figure tight, straining against some generous curves, the whole thing fit to burst. A knockout befitting her Fairy type, though Brandy wasn't sure what was Water about her. She seemed more sweet than seductive. Maybe in person, she'd find out.
BrandyButter: She looks adorable.
SweetTreat: AHAHAHA. Sure! Adorable. That's a new one.
Okay, her personality definitely wasn't on camera. She'd find out when she met them, probably. It couldn't be worse than Mahi. Right?
BrandyButter: Another Water Type. You're going to become a Water Ace?
SweetTreat: I can feel you about to make a wet joke from here.
Brandy snorted. She absolutely was as well. Lenna shuffled underneath at the sound and stretched, putting her arms around Brandy and hugging her as she typed, making soft little chirrup sounds as she sang herself awake.
BrandyButter: Going to go full electric so I can beat you.
SweetTreat: Well, you have four all over you. Got the energy for it. But I don't believe you could ever settle for one Type. You're a hot mess when it comes to Pokémon. Now stop talking to me and make them breakfast or something!
They did a flurry of goodbyes to each other. It was pointless to explain they'd all trapped her. She'd just get laughed at.
Clearing out the rest of her messages, she didn't catch anyone waiting to talk. Pretty had sent some pictures of her in a maid dress, then some in a little less of a maid dress. Then some ... wow, okay, Brandy was saving those. She sent some of her in the skirt back as thanks. She knew Pretty loved tall girls, so some of Brandy's legs should have her bouncing around excitedly. If she could have a hot bunny girl sending her pictures, she may never get off her Pokédex.
Remi and Tanya had sent her some pictures of them on the beach, doing their lessons. It was nice to see how enthusiastic they were at the job. She wasn't sure she could see that many people were in swimsuits and concentrate. She asked which beaches she should visit if she had plans because she did, and it wasn't just to see if she could find a Tentacool.
"You into big slime, girls?" Lenna said, pushing herself up, tipping Sparky off the pile with a squeak, and grabbing Lizzy before she could slide off too.
"No! You missed the other pictures. Remi's just a big friend."
Though if she got the chance, who knows? She might be into it.
"I thought you'd cook breakfast."
"I was trapped under my Partners huge tits, sorry. Couldn't move."
Lenna shrugged. That seemed a pretty good excuse. "Well, get Calcine to help us light a fire, and I'll cook. I make nice fried rice."
"With leek?"
Lenna squinted at her hard. Brandy just smiled back as innocently as she could.
"I went too easy on you," Lenna said after a long stare. "A lady finds her manners when she's properly fucked senseless."
"Thanks for going on easy me then. I enjoy being able to walk."
Lenna slapped a hand on Brandy's ass and squeezed firmly. "We got time to fix that."
Tempting. But they made breakfast instead. It was the noble thing to do.
Chapter 52: Berry Good Deductions
Summary:
A berry mystery abounds!
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ping*
"Sparky" the Joltik
Height: 5' 0"
Type: Bug/Electric
Victories: 4
Moves Discovered:
Agility
Electroweb
Infestation
Thunder Wave
Joltik's can't make their own electricity and need to recharge with vigorous sex. A Joltik that has gone without for a long time will try jump trainers to get a charge.
click*
Sparky's Pokédex picture flickered as the system updated, going from a generic forward-on shot of a Joltik to a picture of Sparky with a beaming grin and tongue half stuck out the side of her mouth as she held up her fingers in a peace sign. The sun had caught her chokers ring just right to give it a lens flare.
"Holy shit, I look cool," Sparky said. "That's so much better now! We'll have to do another one when I Evolve."
"Well, don't do it too quickly," Calcine said as she took her spot in the clearing. "That took us half an hour to get right."
Brandy smirked. She didn't mind it had taken ages. Taking pictures of her partners was a lot of fun. Sparky had an endless supply of poses. It was nice to see the victory number climb up, too. Lenna and Lizzy had been the last of their training session and by far the most intense, but she'd survived it without even a scratch. Unlike the Zigzagoon pack, who'd peppered her with bites, she still had some red teeth marks all along her side. It was a shame they hadn't found another Trainer. It'd have been good to have a proper battle. Wild Pokémon were a lot easier to handle as they forgot any plans and just went for the meal they had laid out for them.
It made Brandy understand Researchers a lot better. Getting into quick flings constantly was fun, and she could see herself enjoying the hell out of it. Heck, them trying to get a Move out of Mercury was what Researchers did every day, though admittedly, Mercury was far too much for them to handle. Whoever met her first must have been in for the surprise of her life.
"Ugh," Sparky groaned, dropping her head on Brandy's side as Brandy fiddled with her Poké-dex camera function. "Calcine! You look just like the generic photo."
"This is just how I look," Calcine said, stiffly standing to attention. "Can't help it."
"Have some personality! Give us a pose!"
Calcine looked at Sparky like they had asked her to fly. If anything, she got stiffer, the muscles in her arms and legs straining as she got stuck in indecision.
"Fold your arms," Brandy said, "Tilt your head up a little, and smile like you've just caught Sparky out in a lie."
"Hey! That's never happened," Sparky lied.
Brandy giving a little guidance helped Calcine, though. With arms folded over her shirt, she had a cocksure look, which suited her intelligent but confident persona.
ping*
"Calcine" the Rolycoly
Height: 5' 8"
Type: Rock
Victories: 4
Moves Discovered:
Incinerate
Rapid Spin
Rock Polish
Smokescreen
Rolycoly's body has a texture like polished coal. It softens as it becomes warmer, letting it move much faster to make up for it.
click*
Sparky whistled, "Not bad, not as cool as mine, but it suits her. She looks like she's about to press you up against a wall."
"Like that, do you?" Calcine said as she came over to look.
"Find a wall, and we can find out together."
Brandy snickered as she updated Calcine's picture. She'd been putting in Sparky's new move when she noticed they badly needed their own, though something about Calcine still bothered her.
"Hey. Am I ever getting that shirt back?"
"Take it off me if you want," Calcine said, popping the top button. "Should be easy."
Yeah, and they'd get nothing else done today if she did. Brandy knew that game and took a photo of Calcine's cleavage instead.
"You can't use that as my picture!"
"That one's just for me!" Brandy said, sliding out of reach as Calcine swiped at her Poké-dex. "May need it if Mercury puts me in a bed. Keep me going between visit days."
Calcine sighed, then shrugged away the problem. "Well, I think we're as ready as we can be. The hunt is on."
Brandy swished her dress. It was a part of the plan for her to be in it, and she was warming up to it. As long as they stuck to the paths, it was pretty nice to feel the breeze on her legs, and she enjoyed catching Sparky and Calcine sneaking looks. The next time she saw Maple, she would get some tips for her hair and makeup and see if she couldn't do better. Trainers had a lot of different styles, and while she doubted she could go full femme fatale, being able to throw off the other side's train of thought was a valuable skill.
Finding Mercury was the first part of the challenge. They had her last spotted location, east of Turrfield, going towards the bridge over to Hulberry. The problem was all the light woodland and open fields surrounding Turrfield. There wasn't a vast amount of cover for Wild Pokémon to hide in, but the sheer size of the land helped them out there instead. You had to walk far off the beaten path to find the more reclusive Pokémon, and you could run into all kinds of surprises while rambling in the woods or through the tall crop fields.
They'd guessed Mercury's appetites meant she'd be in one of two places. Near major routes or in catching hotspots. She was the kind of Wild Pokémon who was always on the prowl, which meant she couldn't afford to hope for people to stumble over her. Her bragging about strength and wanting a real challenge meant she was almost certainly looking for Trainers, which was helpful as it'd mean she'd home in on them rather than make them chase. The only real issue was as a Galar Rapidash, she was so fast she could easily slip by them if they weren't careful, so Brandy was glued to her Poké-dex waiting for updates while they made their way to the last spot someone had reported her.
"Watch the mud," Calcine called as Brandy climbed over the stile, letting people pass over the stone walls separating out the local fields. This one was full of rows of berry bushes, flush with blue bell-shaped berries with brown tips. All along the rows were hand-drawn signs begging people to stop stealing the Berries.
Brandy didn't even have to look.
"How do they taste Sparky?"
"Mmmf?" Sparky said, mouth already full. She shrugged. She clearly wasn't guilty of anything if they'd expected it of her. "Dry. They're not great."
Sparky crunched on the Berry as they walked. She was really having difficulty with it. "It's like a never-ending sour."
"Well, you're not spitting it out," Calcine said. "It's rude."
"I know!" she groaned. "But I feel like my tongue's going to shrivel up. I shouldn't have done one bite."
The Poké-dex trail ended here, so they had nothing to do but check each row of Berries and hope someone was still around.
"They must have been sneaking away Berries, and Mercury got her," Sparky said, still crunching away. "Crime doesn't pay. Or does? Depends how she took it."
They were three rows deep when they found someone, a Pokémon with an absolutely huge dark grey bushy tail flicking behind them back and fore. They had a nice tan to their skin and some terribly cute freckles, their face a little plump but not overly so. She had a large chest because, of course, she did. Brandy wasn't bitter about that. Every Pokémon could have a bigger chest than her. It was fine. Whatever. Not mad.
"Oh!" she said, clutching an armful of berries as she noticed them. "You look mad."
"She's a cop," Sparky said, so quick to make a situation worse. "You're busted, Berry thief!"
"Really?" the squirrel Pokémon said, tilting her head. "She's not in a uniform, and she looks more like she's out looking for a Partner?"
Smart, or so lack-a-daisy, she doesn't even care. Either way, Brandy was impressed at her level of cool.
"Kind of," Brandy said, slapping Sparky's arm. "We're looking for Mercury?"
"Oh, shame. It'd be nice if someone took my Berry stealing problems more seriously. I don't mind people taking a few, but it's gotten really bad lately."
Sparky nodded, crunching the last bits of Berry in her mouth slowly as if that'd somehow make it any less quiet. The bushy-tailed Pokémon narrowed her eyes at her.
"We really are," Calcine said. "Bug Types, you know they love trouble. You own this place?"
"That's right," and from everyone's stares, she wilted, a blush coming over those cute dotted freckles on her tanned face. "I know, I know, a Skwovet with a Berry farm sounds like a joke. But I enjoy growing things, and it's more fun than foraging, and my sisters love coming to steal a few now and then."
"You think they're taking them all?"
"Them? No, they're good girls and wouldn't upset me like that. It's been bad lately, is all. I'll catch them eventually." the Swkovet said, "But if you're after Mercury, sorry, but someone already came to pick up the lady she was with. A cook I know, likes to come to get fresh berries. She's probably long gone by now."
"Shoot," Brandy said, "You mind if we wait here until we get another ping?"
"Not at all, though I'd appreciate some help if you want to stay here all day."
"You mind if we investigate your thefts?" Calcine said, ignoring the stare from Brandy and Sparky at this sudden plan. "It'd be good to get practice tracking for Brandy, and maybe we'll find Mercury's trail."
"Sure!" the Swkovet said, perking up at the idea someone might actually care about her problem. "Maybe find out where they're getting in? I know the wall isn't that high, but carrying out armfuls of Berries is hard to do without making some kind of a mess, and I'm just way too busy to follow it up right now."
She looked Brandy up and down, smiling at her legs. "And if you want a break..."
"We really are out to fight Mercury fresh!" Brandy said quickly, getting ahead of this horny train. "But if we strike out, I can think of something not too exhausting. Only fair."
Actually, passing up sex to work. Brandy really was being an adult today.
Chapter 53: Pokémon Crimes? Elementary
Summary:
I finally run out of chapter title ideas.
The Trio try to solve a mystery.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
"So why are we detectives now?" Sparky asked Calcine when they were out of earshot of the Swkovet.
"We're going to be looking for clues of where Mercury went anyway and, failing that, be sitting about waiting for a new sighting of her. Doing something nice while we wait seems noble."
"Noble!" Sparky gasped. "Lenna rubbed off on you. You think your dick will grow three sizes if you copy her?"
"I'll save Evolution for that," Calcine said, poking her tongue out at Sparky. "Now, use those eyes for something useful and help us spot anything out of the ordinary."
Sparky and Calcine weren't fighting properly, just some friendly needling, so Brandy didn't feel she had to break them up. Letting them tease each other was only sensible, else they might think they could only tease her, and she'd never hear the end of it. Calcine had brought up an interesting point, though.
"How big is a Carkoal, anyway? Should I be doing stretches in preparation?"
"Don't tell her," Sparky said quickly. "Spoil the surprise."
Calcine grabbed Sparky and Brandy by the shoulders and pushed them down a new lane of Berry bushes as the distracted pair nearly turned back on themselves."Not telling is your thing. I'm happy to explain anything."
"Hrm," Sparky tapped her chin. "Brandy, do you really want to be spoiled? Or do you want to unwrap that present when it happens?"
Brandy knew Sparky just wanted to surprise her, but it was a good point. Did she want to know beforehand? Or would it just make things awkward?
"I'd be happy either way," Brandy said, leaving it up to Calcine to decide. That seemed like how it should be anyway. "I guess we have to get Calcine her cloak first anyway, so it's too far ahead to worry about."
Sparky pumped her fist, grinning to herself. A minor victory for future surprises.
"Stretches would help anyway," Calcine said, ignoring Sparky's glare. "Just in general. I'm not saying anything about future Evolutions. Training the body is important for all of us. You were sporty in school, and we keep you active, but it's still good to have a routine. Your body will be changing and adapting to our bonds, humans don't have the sudden bursts of growth an Evolution gives, but you'll feel just as strange in new skin if you don't work to adapt to it."
"Four arms is going to be weird." Sparky nodded. "Though I can't really train for that. Never met a Galvantula, so I never go to ask them what it's like. You think we should try to find one sometime?"
Brandy was about to answer when they turned into the next row of bushes and saw that every one of them was stripped completely bare, so many broken-off branches littering the ground that it was hard to know where the debris ended and the bushes began. Berry juice smeared the ground, and there was a bread-like smell in the air, not freshly baked but still quite pleasant.
"Oh wow, someone fucked this place up," Sparky whistled. "Were they crazy hungry or something?"
"Maybe, it sure doesn't look like a theft for profit. You'd want to be at least subtle about that," Calcine said, looking at the trashed row of bushes. "Sparky, you want to climb up me? See if the rest are like this"
Brandy knelt down to examine some of the branch breaks, the breaks on the branches were messy tears, so it wasn't a blade Move that did this. It looked more like they'd been crushed aside. They were driven into the dirt in the same direction, so something went past grabbing and ripping.
"Oh yeah, they messed up a whole bunch of rows," Sparky said as she stood up on Calcine's shoulders, using her Agility to balance with one foot on Calcine's head and one on her shoulder. "Damn, they knocked a few stones out of the wall, too."
Curious, so moving fast enough, they'd bounced off the walls to come back. Or they were too lumbering to slow down and used it to stop. Calcine was watching Brandy as she thought things through, orange eyes fixed on her as Brandy tapped her chin. Visually, it was something barreling about. What other clues did she have?
"Sparky, let me smell your breath."
Sparky dropped into Calcine's arms, legs hooked around her neck as she hung upside down off the Rolycoly, Calcine giving a huff as she took Sparky's weight. "Terror"
"She asked." Sparky shrugged, which was a pretty fun motion to watch upside down as her whole body bounced with it. "What you want my breath for?"
Brandy leaned in to take a huff of it rather than answer. Vaguely sweet?
"You both smell that bread smell, right? Sparky's been chewing on the berries, but her breath smells a bit ... nutty? Earthy? Not bread anyway."
"I love Detective Brandy," Calcine grinned.
"Oh, so that's why you agreed!" Sparky said, pointing back up her body to Calcine's face. "You wanted her to show off her weird problem-solving skills!"
"Brandy's brain is sexy," Calcine nodded. Brandy didn't even know if she should blush. It was such a weird compliment. Nice, but she could not have put it in any less sexy way.
"Ignoring your obvious kink for a moment, there's a problem. It smelled like bread to me," Sparky said, licking her teeth and trying to poke out her tongue to smell it, going cross-eyed as she stared down her nose, which, when you had four eyes, was a real tangle.
"Trust me! It does." Brandy laughed, stroking a finger over Sparky's tongue and then holding it up for her to smell. She didn't, mainly because she was blushing at the stroke instead.
"Weird, it does," Sparky said, nose twitching as something fell into it while she was upside down. "Why, though?"
"Maybe the spit?" Calcine said, disentangling Sparky and putting her back on her feet. "We could test. Go chew a new one?"
It was easy enough to do, there were a few berries that'd survived whatever had crashed through, and Brandy chewed down on one. Sparky wasn't kidding. The things were horrendously dry. It was like she'd stuffed her mouth full of crackers, something she'd done more than once as a dare. Yet somehow, she'd had girls pining after her in school? That story had so many holes. Chewing was not fun. The Berry didn't taste awful. It had a slight peppermint taste and a chalky texture, but it wasn't easy to eat.
"Well, they definitely didn't steal them for their taste," Brandy mumbled as she huffed on the back of her wrist and sniffed it. "Weird, no bread smell. Why'd Sparky smell it, and we didn't?"
"Maybe it's different for Pokémon?" Calcine said, "No, wait, that doesn't make sense, or you wouldn't smell it. Hmm."
They tried a few more but couldn't work it out. Sparky swore she really smelled it, and Brandy believed her. Usually, her lies were more obviously funny. Sparky enjoyed being a pest but not a full-blown annoyance. She tapped a note into her Poké-dex as her Partners sunk deep into thought.
"We're getting distracted," Brandy said, "It's weird, but we might find something else that explains it. We know someone rolled through here and stole a bunch of food. We know they didn't do it because it tastes good, so they're either doing it to be spiteful,"
"So, a Poison type?" Sparky said, still not over the ambush in the Poké-center.
"Or because they're ravenously hungry." Brandy finished.
"So a Snorlax." Calcine said, "But they wouldn't escape, and we'd find them sleeping here. They're not exactly good at rolling away after a big meal, and I guess we're ruling out humans because they rolled through?"
"Unless they're a Trainer using their Pokémon to steal a bunch of nuts. Could be spite," Brandy said. "Not every Trainer is lovely like me?"
"Aw, come on, Brandy!" Sparky punched Brandy's arm playfully. "We'll do a crime together someday. I know you'd do it for me."
They went over the scene again, and Calcine was the first to spot the thing they'd missed. Mainly because it wasn't there to be seen.
"No tracks," Calcine said. "Someone running through here would dent the ground, but it's smooth."
"Smart!" Sparky said, reaching down to rub the ground. "Really smooth, that's weird. Why would Connie smooth her paths?"
"Who's Connie?" Brandy asked.
"The Swkovet? Wait, you didn't all know her name?"
"Why would we know her name!" Brandy stared at Sparky suspiciously.
"Because a Squirrel Berry Farmer is funny? She's a local legend!"
"She's not anything of the sort. I'd have heard," Brandy said, "Are you stealing my Poké-dex again?"
"We're dating! What's yours is mine. "
Brandy was going to have to check her messages after this. The havoc Sparky could wreck under her name didn't bear thinking about. Hopefully, she was just stealing it to look at the pictures.
"Honestly," Brandy sighed, "I got a Rolycoly who likes being a Trainer and a Joltik who wants to be a Rotom. "
"Oh, hell yeah, I would! That'd be cool!" Sparky nodded. "I could possess a bike and ride us about. That'd be great!"
The idea of Sparky rolling them about was even more terrifying. They'd end up pasted over a wall before the day was out. Although...
"Big bike," Brandy said, to looks of confusion. "The ground, it's flat because something flattened it. With a gigantic wheel."
"Oh shit, like a Venipede?" Sparky said, bouncing about excitedly as they formed a theory. "It's a Bug and Poison, and it rolls about. Wow, that'd fit really neatly, actually."
Brandy didn't have the heart to say it wouldn't be big enough. It was an excellent guess, and it could have gotten bigger somehow. That would explain the hunger too!
"So we can follow it," Brandy grinned. "If it's flattened out the ground, we just follow the lack of a trail. Go where the grounds been all smoothed out. Calcine, can Rock Polish detect smoothness?"
"I wouldn't put it that way, but I get what you mean. I can try? We can get on the trail of this thing. Though it's probably not going to like us chasing it."
Brandy was okay with that. Putting together the puzzle had actually been rather fun. Now she wanted to see if they'd got the correct answer!
Chapter 54: Two Sweet
Summary:
Brandy reaches the end of the trail and tries to work out who is guilty of Berry Crimes.
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Chapter Text
Calcine Rock Polish Move made following the smoothed-out trail of the rolling Pokémon an effortless task. Part of the Move seemed to be the ability to sense the compactness of earth and rocks. So to her eyes, it was like a bright glowing trail leading them away from Connie's Berry farm.
Brandy was seeing more and more value in Soft Moves since Orchid had nearly beaten her and Calcine without lifting a finger. Hard Moves was trendy because they were flashy and immediately impactful. Everyone knew that a Hyper Beam or Boomburst could completely lay out even the most formidable Pokémon if they didn't get out of the way. So many movies ended with someone throwing out a powerful attack to express true love and some visually appealing, camera-shaking destruction.
Compared to something like that, Aromatherapy or Rock Polish doesn't seem a big deal, and Brandy would agree that they weren't powerful upfront. But their flexibility gave you many more options, in battles and out. She doubted she was the first person ever to notice this, Brandy was pretty sure Mercury had a careful mix of Soft and Hard Moves to help keep herself a mystery. If she ever fought a skilled Trainer, she should watch out for Moves that can change a battlefield or her mind as much as high-impact hits.
Sparky's Electroweb wasn't a Soft Move, but Brandy felt it was on the edge of being one. It was pretty rare Sparky used it to do damage directly. She had a talent for using it to keep her opponents pinned down and unable to chase her, and she was already tough to catch with her Agility.
Brandy's thoughts got interrupted by a rapping on her head. Sparky looked up at her with all four blue eyes. She had a hell of a stare. "You're zoning out. What's up?"
"Just thinking how useful Rock Polish is." Brandy said, "And all Soft Moves, really, they're so convenient."
"It's not quick enough to really use as an attack," Calcine said, waving a hand over the edge of the trail they were following. The earth beside it flowed up to form a wall, slowly like it was pouring out from a giant bucket into a mold. "I tried to snag Lenna's feet with it, and she got around it easily, but it worked for making walls to ward her off. I want to practice with it. Lapidary could use it to make statues; I can't do better than blocks."
It was generous to call what Lapidary was making statues. Her work was more like a melted wax statue, but that was still more refined control than Calcine had right now. Maybe she'd have mastered it by the time they saw Calcine's artistic Carkol big sister again.
"Thunder Wave is a Soft Move, right?" Sparky said, crackling electricity between her fingers.
Technically, it was since it didn't have an impact, but it felt weird to think of it that way. The sensitivity it gave your skin was as bad as any bruise if you weren't used to it.
"The definition's a little fuzzy," Brandy said. It's all down to how you use it. If you can be creative, I'd say it is."
"Oh, ho! I'll think about it, but creativity is our lovely Trainer's job." Sparky teased, poking Brandy's side. "When we get into things, it becomes harder to think outside our Types. You're meant to weave it all together."
Brandy snuck a kiss onto Sparky's cheek, making her chirrup happily and nuzzling at her neck. "I try, but you're both brilliant. It's hard to keep up sometimes."
Shameless praise, but Sparky loved a bit of that now and then, and Brandy was happy to provide. Calcine walked a little straighter, and their boots stomped over the compact earth. Sparky enjoyed being appreciated, but being called brilliant was an even bigger deal for Calcine. Not that she should need Brandy to say it. She was brighter than Brandy when she didn't get her blood too hot.
"Campsite up ahead, our trails ending. "Calcine said, pointing forward to a few wisps of smoke trailing from the edge of a small group of trees.
Brandy looked over the rolling fields and shrugged. "No sneaking up on that. You think we can just walk in and ask what's going on?"
"Sure, it's just stolen Berries," Sparky said, "Not exactly a huge crime. We're just going to ask them to chill out, is all."
The approach was gentle, but Brandy's palms itched the entire way in, expecting something to fly out at them with every step. It didn't happen. They could walk right up to the small camp without even a bad word thrown their way. The small campfire in the middle of the camp had a kettle suspended over it by a branch that'd been put on a rock pivot and weighed down on the end with a backpack. It was a nice one, too, a proper explorer pack that Brandy would have been proud to wear.
There were two people around the campfire, a human and a Pokémon. The Pokémon was wrapped in a colorful yellow and black hoodie with puffy padding, the drawstrings pulled tight so only a bit of their face poked out the front. Their face had strange zig-zag patterns, going from brown to yellow to black, all in stripes, rosy cheeks glowing like she was blushing as she warmed by the fire. She was napping away without a care in the world, a big dopey smile on her face.
The human tended to the fire, her short but puffy hair a tangled mess. Her hair had the same multi-tone thing her Pokémon had going on, brown one half and black the other, with a jacket to match. It was actually kind of stylish. A big puffy brown quiff helped the look avoid being too uniform and looking silly. It also really helped she wasn't wearing anything under her open jacket, a strip of skin traveling from her neck all the way to some tight black pants, showing off a rather impressive cleavage that they were all failing to not stare at as she stoked the fire.
"Come in!" she said, waving a stick burnt at the end from all the poking. "Come sit. I don't bite."
"Aw," Sparky sighed, "Not even a little?"
Her laugh was lovely, a rather sweet tinkling thing. It was hard to think of her as a criminal when she exuded friendly, playful energy. A little wrong-footed, Sparky took a seat by the fire; Calcine placed herself behind the backrest, arms slid over her shoulders in a way that seemed nice but also put her well-positioned to protect Brandy. Clearly not as easily won over.
"Name's Shay," the woman said, prodding the fire to warm the kettle more. "Like the skirt! You've got lovely legs."
"Hah, a lot of people saying that lately." Brandy blushed. "I'm Brandy. Calcine's my cloak right now. Sparky is Sparky," Brandy pointed each of them out. Sparky pulled a face.
"Oh, Electric! Like Cardia," she said, waving to the sleeping Pokémon. "She's tuckered out right now, sorry, or she'd usually say hello."
"Mmm," Calcine said, looking Cardia's way with a quick flick of her glowing eyes, then back to Shay. "We're looking for Mercury and got a little distracted. Why are you out here?"
"Mercury?" Shay said, "Not familiar with them, sorry, but hope it goes well! Cardia and I are just out here doing some research."
"Research sounds fun." Sparky grinned, shamelessly looking at Shay's exposed chest. "That's why Cardia's sleeping so soundly?"
Shay laughed. "Well, maybe not all research, Cardia was in a mood. But she'll be back to it after she sleeps it off."
Cardia did a small snuffle of a snore, it made that same crackling sound Sparky did when she was sleeping, but with the angry hum of a power line close to overloading, it certainly wasn't as cute as Sparky's little crackles. Brandy also found it a little suspicious. Shay said they'd just had sex, but Cardia is fully clothed and wrapped up? That didn't quite fit with her experience at all. Usually, the clothes had to come off.
"We uh..." Brandy looked at Calcine, who nodded. "Came looking for someone who'd been taking a lot of berries. The trail led right here? Sorry"
She didn't know why she was apologizing for the truth. The accusation seemed rude, is all, for such a calm scene.
"Oh, I eat very little, certainly not berries. I'm a fussy eater." Shay said, taking the kettle off the stick as it whistled. "You think it was us, though?"
"The trail from it came right here," Calcine said, "Some kind of rolling Move."
Shay set the kettle down and poured some water into a mug, a small teaspoon tinkling as she stirred some coffee grounds. "Well, that's unfortunate. It's a popular camping spot, and I think you've missed the person you're after."
It wasn't a terrible excuse, but Brandy didn't buy that. Shay seemed far too relaxed about the accusation. Sure after sex, you were pretty mellow, but not this easygoing!
"Can we look about?" Sparky said, "So we can find who did it, hate to have you framed!"
Sparky was a relentless liar, there was no way she'd buy a lie so easily herself, so she had to be playing along. Calcine's grip on her was tight, giving away her nervousness about the situation. Was it worth getting into a fight over berries? It was rude, but Shay didn't see them type to wreck the place. Unless she was an excellent actor.
"Go look. I've got coffee if you want it," Shay said with a bright smile, "Let me get some cups out of my bag. Don't bother Cardia, though. She's grumpy if she's woken early."
Cardia! Brandy hadn't even considered her yet. If it was a Pokémon Move that rolled her, she just needed to know what Pokémon type she was. Taking her Poké-dex out of the slot in her bag, she took a snap of them.
ping*
"Cardia" the Morpeko
Height: 5' 8"
Type: Electric/Dark
Victories: 43
Moves Discovered:
Aura Wheel
Flatter
Power Trip
Spark
Torment
A perfect Pokémon for chefs, real sweethearts when well-fed. Just make sure they don't get too angry.
click*
Well, that solved that mystery.
"Sorry, Shay," Brandy said, turning to Shay. "I think Carida's been stealing food."
Shay was pulling her Pokéballs out of her bag, already fingering the opening presser on one.
"Shit! Sparky! Web!"
Chapter 55: Play With Your Food
Summary:
Somebody gets Sparkplugs tongue, and Food Porn is weaponized.
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Sparky and Brandy had been getting much closer lately, and it paid off when Sparky didn't even joke when called. She whipped out an electric web Shay's way as she was reaching to snap a binding ball off the belt from her bag. She tried to pull it away to dodge it, saving her hand from getting stuck, but Sparky's multiple eyes gave her great aim, and she stuck the shot on the belt.
Crackling shocks bounced from the web to Shay's arm, but she didn't seem to pay it much mind. Her Morpeko had a lot of victories with her, and she'd probably inherited a lot of its Electric resistance. Shay grunted as Sparky's tug on her web ripped the belt from her hands. She'd already had the foresight to grab a Ball, the clips on the belt snapping loudly as it came free.
"We don't have to fight!" Brandy said, waving her hands as Sparky caught the belt and webbed it up into a sticky ball. "You can just apologize for Cardia stealing."
Shay smirked, rolling the binding ball in her hand. "I don't want the trouble, Cardia get up. We're fighting."
"Ughhh... full... " the Pokémon, wrapped up in a hoodie, groaned, rolling over to hide her face in the ground. "Later"
"You heard her," Calcine said, stepping in front of Brandy, ready to shield her from attacks. "You're outnumbered. Just come with us, and it won't be so bad."
Shay answered by pressing the button on her binding ball and throwing it down, the ball cracking open with a loud pop. Red light flowed out and quickly took shape in front of Shay. The emerging Pokémon was rather tall, almost as tall as Brandy. She had a long bushy fox tail which she curled around Shay protectively. Tanned skin, strong long legs, and some black boots that Brandy was a little envious of. They looked great for stomping.
Her golden eyes shined out from a black golden bandit mask, framed by black hair with a shock of red. Shay clearly had a thing for two-tone hairstyles. The mask didn't hide the beauty of her face; she had a positively sinful look, and even two big fox ears sticking out of her hair didn't spoil her hot, dangerous look. The fox lady looked like she'd take a bite out of anyone who even got near her.
"Back off," the fox Pokémon said, voice silky but with a growl rumbling in it that made Brandy shiver. "Mine."
It had to be a Snikit or one of the Evolutions. So another Dark Type like Morpeko, which was unusual. Dark Types never really shook off their Wild ways. They were even more unruly and likely to do what they liked than Bug Types. Most people never had more than one, as it was a constant battle to get them to do anything useful. Two was already a surprise, and Brandy's eyes flicked to the Pokémon belt Sparky had bound up in webbing. Was Shay a Dark Ace?
"Sharpen your claws, Nicola," Shay said, patting the tail. "We've got some sport."
Shay sounded quite confident about it, even though Dark was weak to Bug Moves. Brandy gave one last shot at avoiding having to fight this out. "You're hot, and you can probably just make it up to Cassie?"
"Beat me, and I'll apologize," Shay smirked as Nicola flexed her claws, their tips beginning to sparkle in the sun as her Move flowed into them. "And you give up on Mercury. I want her, and you're going to get in the way."
"Apologize even if I lose," Brandy said, "I'm not going to fight someone who can't make up for shitty behavior."
Shay sighed, rubbing her neck. "Arceus, save me for hopeless heroes. Okay, okay, I'll do it. But only because you're cute."
"Doesn't matter," Nicola barked, baring her fangs. "You'll lose anyway and be a good girl for Shay."
Brandy's words stuck in her throat at that. The implications! Coughing to clear her throat, she tried to regain her game face. Sparky and Calcine eyed each other over Brandy's shoulders and seemed to agree, nodding.
"This is weird but kind of intriguing," Sparky said, "You into this, Brandy? We can take her down if not."
Was she? Well, Brandy would not say no to a fox woman. Even if she might get nipped, that tail looked incredibly fluffy to hug. It'd be a pain to her plans with Mercury if she lost, but at least Cassie would get her apology, and it seemed Shay's bad girl act was just her being all Dark Ace? Hopefully? It'd make a memorable first Trainer battle for sure.
"Okay, I'm in. Two on two?"
Shay nodded and gave Brandy a swooping bow, her chest falling out of her top. A shameless attempt to distract Sparky and Calcine, but it worked, the pair enjoying an eyeful. "Cardia, get up!"
"Full," Cardia mumbled. "Am up."
She clearly wasn't, but Brandy didn't have to help Shay out with her partners. She'd take an easier fight.
"Sparky, let's make it quick. Infestation."
Might as well hammer Nicola in the weakness right away. Sparky swept a hand out and released a swarm of tiny yellow ticks toward Nicola and Shay. Nicola held fast, soaking up the hit and swirling her thick tail to stop any getting past to Shay.
"Snarl, sweetie," Shay said, ruffling her hands into Nicola's tail and stroking the fur. A rumble grew in Nicola's throat and came out in one spine-tingling sound, stunned yellow ticks bouncing out from her tail fur with little squeaks as a wave of force rolled over everyone. The shock was like a sharp slap to the face, but not an unpleasant one. A heated blow that left the heart excitedly bouncing. Brandy didn't find pain a turn-on, but this Move hit just right. She'd really have to watch out for Dark Moves. They would be a real distraction if they were all like that.
Nicola was itching at her tanned skin, clearly uncomfortable as her tail whipped about to get the mites out, but Snarl had deadened Sparky's attack enough it did not leave her an itching mess. Frustrating, Sparky didn't have a close-up Bug move, yet she'd have to fill up Nicola's mouth with something before trying again. Well, she had two Pokémon who'd love to do that.
"The Bug girls got nothing. Get in there, Nicola," Shay said before raising her voice, "Cardia. GET UP."
"Mmmm," Cardia waved lazily. "You're doing great boss. You don't need lil' me."
Calcine stepped up as Shay advanced, tail flicking as she held out her arms, claws shining. They'd leave some scratches, but Calcine seemed ready for her. "Hold and spin her moment you can," Brandy said. "Sparky, go round and get Shay for us."
"Night Slash!" Shay called as Calcine met Nicola, the Rock Pokémon, getting the initial advantage as the claws bit uselessly against hardened skin, arms wrapped around Shay, and dragged her into a firm hug. Before she could start spinning, the claws dragged along Calcine's back, the sound of rock scraping a rather visceral grinding noise in the ear. It left some scratches through Calcine's stolen shirt, and she gave a moan from the scratch that Brandy would have really appreciated at any other time, the heat bleeding out of every raised note.
"Nevermind, just melt her!" Brandy said as Sparky bounced around the edge of the fight and pounced on Shay, dropping her onto her back with a yelp. As long as Cardia was sitting things out, she had a pretty good shot here. "Sparky, show her the tongue."
Sparky took it way too literally, poking her tongue out at Shay and ending up with it snatched by Shay, tongue stuck out of her mouth as Shay squeezed it between her fingers. Sparky made bubbling noises as she tried to speak, but even as her tongue crackled with electricity, Shay held her firm, staring at her with a sly grin.
"Chicken, Chorizo, and Leek stew," Shay said as she squeezed one of Sparky's rather generous breasts. Sparky was already out of sorts with her tongue grabbed. Shay making no sense only confused her more. Fine by Brandy, if Shay couldn't get Sparky worked up, she wouldn't be able to wear her down with foreplay. She'd suffer for that shortly.
Calcine had a heat haze around her as she sunk her hands into Nicola's tail. The fox woman tried to bite at her shoulder, but her teeth couldn't pierce Calcine's skin. With some excited tail swishes, she eventually melted, knees trembling as Calcine pressed in to steal a kiss.
Mouth occupied! Thank you, Calcine, you make things easy.
Brandy raced over to help, running a hand along Nicola's side. The tanned skin was deliciously smooth under her fingertips, and she couldn't resist a slap of the woman's cute bubble butt. Nicola had some tight jeans on, and it meant she felt it when Brandy gave her a smack hard enough to make her palm burn. Just like she'd expected, the shock of pain made Nicola groan into Calcine's mouth. With her scratches, Nicola liked to give and take.
"Sparky, Infest her please. We got this"
"Nyagh?" Sparky said, trying to pull away from Shay, but she had Sparky's tongue, and she wasn't letting go of it massaging it with her fingers.
"Griddled black bream with warm potato salad," Shay purred as she leaned to lick over Sparky's tongue. Sparky's hair sparkled at the touch, but she looked hopelessly lost.
"What?" Sparky mumbled around Shay's fingers. "Ish thish meant to be shexy?"
"Chicken Paneer Tikka Chilli Masala with a huge helping of rice, fresh from the oven."
With a strangled cry, Cardia sat up straight. Her hood fell back as two tufty ears popped up. Her multi-coloured face was swirling, the yellow stripe beginning to stain purple.
"That's it!" Cardia growled, springing to her feet, electricity racing along her skin. "I'm hungry!"
"Aw shit," Sparky slurred, "I guesh shomeone findsh that shexy."
Chapter 56: The Fox and the Pound
Summary:
Brandy gets pounced by a Foxgirl. This is meant to be a bad thing.
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Cardia joining the battle was going to make things trickier. Sparky was busy having her tongue stolen by Shay and Calcine had her hands full with Nicola. The fox woman's claws dug into Calcine's back as she heated up. It wasn't going to be easy to pry the panting Nickit off. Their curves went together very nicely, chests pressing as the two were near a kiss, Calcine's lips brushing at Nicola's as she writhed against her, rubbing herself over Calcine's hard body.
Brandy was losing focus, and she knew it, so she took a step back from the pair, as tempting as it was to get involved. Nicola's tail swished around to drag Brandy back in, but Calcine's warm hands were melting the Nickit's insides, and it was easy to bat it away. Shay was near immune to Sparky's electricity, but if she could get her partners to swap, Calcine could work on her up instead.
She needed to change it fast. Sparky had utterly lost the initiative. Shay's open jacket made it easy for her to push Sparky down into her cleavage, a hand stroking along Sparky's dick as Sparky disappeared into the soft mounds all too eagerly. Shay looked at Brandy with an annoyingly smug grin. She should be mad at Sparky, but Brandy wasn't blind. She had some really nice tits and a gorgeous body, and Shay used it well.
Cardia, meanwhile, was looking across the fight and sniffing the air, throat grumbling as the yellow stripe of her face finally went entirely purple. She looked at Brandy and licked her lips as Shay pointed at her.
"Cardia, you can have her. Spark her up."
Brandy was already diving aside behind Nicola and Calcine as Cardia thrust out a hand, a bright snap of electricity cutting through the air. The snap caught her right arm as she went over, pins and needles flaring along it before she felt it numb. It wasn't like Sparky's shock, which increased sensitivity. This was a total burnout. Like her arm had turned to mist and floated away. She fell badly with only one arm to catch herself, breath thudding out of her lungs as she hit the ground.
Calcine flashed Cardia a death stare, but the Morpeko just poked out her tongue and titled her head like it was an innocent mistake. "Don't worry," Cardia laughed. "I'll get her next time."
A web snapped out at Cardia, but its aim was off. One of Sparky's blue eyes was peeking out of Shay's breasts, but Shay had a hold on Sparky's wrists and moved her aim off, pulling it further to pin Sparky's arms behind her. "You're a little devil you are," she purred, ruffling Spark's fur with her fingers. "I'll teach you to behave."
Sparky's eyes went wide as Shay squeezed down on her cock, fingers rippling along it in long, heavy strokes. Brandy heard Sparky actually whimper, body trembling at the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation.
"Fingers Sparky!" Brandy yelled as she used her one good arm to pull herself to a sit on Calcine's leg. "Calcine, give me Nicola."
As Calcine threw the panting fox Pokémon into her lap, she lowered her voice as she leaned up to speak in Calcine's ear. "Smokescreen when Cardia comes in, then get her in a spin."
Shay gave a yelp as Sparky finally got her back, dabbling two fingers along her pussy, her nails crackling as she tried to make Shay's pussy even more sensitive to her touch. It was good to know she wasn't entirely immune to Sparky's electricity, just had to be applied right. Brandy took a breath to yell more tips, but her mouth got stuffed with a fox tail, a sudden hairball that made it difficult to talk.
"Well, hello, there, beautiful," Nicola purred as she curled the rest of her tail around Brandy's chest. She was warm already from Calcine, and the padding of that fluffy tail made it worse, her tanned skin smooth against Brandy's cheek as she undid Brandy's top. "You be a good girl, and let Nicola take care of you."
Brandy was only human. The dripping silk of Nicola's voice was a treat, and the beautiful fox woman's breath was hot on Brandy's face as she leaned in, eager and waiting. Brandy couldn't say no to those lips, sliding in to kiss Nicola. Nicola smiled at the sudden action, draping her arms over Brandy's shoulders as she pushed her tongue into Brandy's mouth. Nicola's claws pricked against Brandy's back as she dragged them lightly over Brandy's skin. Brandy groaned at the little spiking flares of pain, only the thinnest of threads, and it was like the spice added to the kiss that made it all the more passionately fiery.
Cardia was up for the double team, charging in heedlessly to tackle the pair of them, but Calcine hit her with a jet of steam as she tried to pass, and Cardia stumbled as she suddenly lost vision, arms flailing out. Calcine grabbed it and swung her down to the ground with a crash, so heavy Brandy felt the earth rattle beneath them.
"Fuck, you play rough!" Cardia squealed, sounding more excited than anything. "Let me up, though. I got a bite of Brandy to get!"
Brandy hoped Calcine didn't listen. She had her hands full right now as Brandy gripped Nicola's ass tight, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her closer. The fox woman kissed her back deeply, her tongue pushing into Brandy's mouth to duel with hers. Brandy worked her fingers along the Fox Pokémon's ass and worked at the base of her tail, and the way Nicola's eyes popped open was a very good sign. It was sensitive, so Brandy massaged it mercilessly until Nicola scratched her back and moaned into her mouth so loudly it made Brandy's teeth rattle.
Nicola moaned hotly as she broke the kiss, diving in to nip at the side of Brandy's neck before moving her chew to Brandy's collarbone and down to her deadened arm. Cardia was squirming behind her against Calcine's grip, but every time the Morpeko was about to worm free, Calcine would roll along the ground with her and end up on top again. She was trying to merge the rock up with Rock Polish to pin Cardia in, but her struggle kept pulling her out of the pools of rock Calcine was shaping.
"Keep petting me," Nicola said, voice muffled as she bit down. Her fangs were sharp, but she wasn't breaking the skin, just giving Brandy some sharp shocks as she chewed life back into Brandy's arm.
Brandy did as told, fingers digging into the base of Nicola's tail and stroking the hardness there, pressing the surrounding skin. It was driving Nicola absolutely wild, and she humped herself on Brandy's thighs, eyes closed as she shivered happily. If Brandy had any doubts at all, she wasn't doing a good job Nicola's cock pressing into her stomach dispelled them. It was hard enough that she was getting stabbed with it, and the fox wasn't handling the feeling of grinding her cock into a woman well.
"Oh, fuck" Nicola mewled, head falling off Brandy's arm as she pulled herself closer, biting her lip as she bucked against Brandy. "Want you so bad."
Time for a gamble. Brandy pressed a finger to Nicola's mouth, pressing the finger between her lips to stop her from talking. "You going to be a good girl for me?"
Nicola's golden eyes were wide behind her black bandit mask as she tried to process this. She clearly wasn't expecting it, and Brandy saw a flash of excitement in her eyes before she nodded slowly.
"Good girl," Brandy growled, kissing Nicola hard as she reached out to grab Calcine by the wrist.
Nicola was a mess in her grip, so turned on by the rough play, she was utterly clueless about the shifting of Brandy's body. It'd worked! If Shay controlled her Pokémon through their instincts, then that's how Brandy could beat her. She could play with them too.
Calcine struggled to keep Cardia down as Brandy pulled on her arm, giving her a quick look and a nod to say she was paying attention. Brandy kept kissing Nicola, barely able to see what was going on around the fox woman mauling her face, but she tapped Calcine's hand and then pointed to Shay. Closing her hand into a fist and then opening it in a burst. She just had to hope Calcine would get it.
"Oh no, you don't!" Shay said, though her voice was cracking under Sparky's finger fucking. Sparky had both fingers sunk in deep, making Shay shiver with pleasure as her sparking fingertips made her even more sensitive to its strokes. The wetness she'd coaxed out was pretty unreal. Sparky's hand was soaked. "Cardia, Torment the rock girl. Slow her down. Nicola, stop being so horny and pin her down!"
Nicola's fox ears twitched at the sound of Shay's voice, but Brandy was kissing her so deeply she just sunk back into it rather than listen, her tail wagging. She was in full 'Good girl' mode, and thankfully Shay hadn't gotten back control of that. Cardia's desperation to get out made her very receptive, and she took the advice. The next time Calcine swung her back into the ground, she tapped Calcine's muscled arm, and black chains raced out of her fingers and up to lock over her arm.
"Got to mix it up," Cardia laughed as she finally wiggled free, Calcine's arm refusing to comply as she tried to wind up another hit. "Keep trying tricks, and I'll have you all chained up quickly."
Not good. Calcine didn't have a lot of Moves to pull out, and if Cardia bound them all up, she was going to be out of it. The chains were loosening on her arm, but she knew they'd snap back tighter if she tried another Rock Spin. Still, if she brought Sparky in to help, she couldn't bind them both. This was solvable.
"Nicola! Show her how good you are!" Shay called, and Brandy's world sailed away as her head went back.
Nicola had roughly thrown Brandy on her back and pulled off her pants. The weight of the fox woman pining down her hips meant she couldn't even get back up as Nicola undid her belt and then slapped a very stiff cock right down on Brandy's stomach. Playing with her instinct had worked nicely, but the problem with Dark's being so close to their instincts is they didn't seem to listen for long. She'd taken her attention off Nicola, and now the fox Pokémon was all worked up and ready.
"I can be better than good," Nicola purred as she humped along Brandy, the tip of her cock teasing at Brandy's skin. "I'm going to be the very best."
Chapter 57: Oral Practice Exam
Summary:
Nicola gets to work.
Brandy finds out Shay's speciality.
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It was amazing how expressive golden eyes could be behind a bandit mask. The slight squint Nicola gave Brandy was unmistakable. The Nickit was going to fuck her so hard there'd be a Brandy-shaped impression drilled into the ground.
As horribly tempting as it was to let this foxy lady melt her brain, Brandy needed to stall if she wanted to beat Shay.
"Hey," Brandy said, raising her hands with a nervous smile. "Good girls do foreplay, right?"
Nicola's fox ears twitched as she thought about it. The Dark Types' desires were on the surface and weren't ones to stall. Brandy pressed the matter by taking Nicola's ears between her finger and thumb and massaging them. She'd had a lot of fun playing with Pretty's bunny ears, and Brandy had to hope Nicola had the same sweet spots.
It was working from the thump of one of Nicola's feet on the ground, her head dipping forward to let Brandy have better access. She let her tongue loll out of her mouth as she panted, and Brandy's heart fluttered as she saw it was much longer than hers, coming to a tapered point just short of Nicola's breasts. A roll rippled along it as Nicola shivered under the ear petting. Brandy couldn't catch a break. Even foreplay was going to be dangerous with this one.
"Nicola!" came a peppy cry before an arm wrapped around Nicola's chest, and a hand grabbed her throat. Tilting her head up, her tongue dropped over dark fingers. "Don't play with your food, sweetie. It's there to be devoured."
Oh, right, Brandy forgot. It can always get worse. Cardia had got free of Calcine and come to join the party, giving Brandy a wicked grin from over Nicola's shoulder, her red eyes having a mischievous glint even Sparky would be proud of.
"Be a good girl Nicola," she cooed, pushing a finger into Nicola's mouth and raking it along her tongue, making it flick for Brandy to show it off. Nicola had her cock slapped right across Brandy's stomach, and yet that tongue captivated her. "Nice, isn't it? Shay's a collector of Pokémon who are good at eating."
"Cardia! More attack less telling them my kinks!" comes a breathless yell from Shay. Sparky had webbed her hands to the ground and had two fingers curled so deep her hand was cupping against Shay's skin and lifting her ass off the ground a little. At least Shay was having a rough time of it, too, her voice cracking as Sparky worked her magic. "Fuck. You pick yours because they're good with their fingers?"
Brandy wasn't that stupid. Shay was clearly trying to gloss over the obvious. "Maybe! Sparky, you want to show her how good you are with your tongue? Use your tricks."
Sparky's excited giggle was comforting. If she did what she had to Brandy, this might be over quicker than she thought.
Cardia got a hand on Nicola's head and pressed her down until those fox ears flicked at Brandy's face. She'd been pretty feral already with her bites, but this time she took her lust out with her tongue, lapping it over Brandy's chest, curling it around her breasts to plumb the depths of what little cleavage she had and mercilessly teasing her nipples with the silky slide of wet muscle.
"Oh, you're in for a treat," Cardia grinned. "I helped train her. Once she gets going, she doesn't stop until you can't scream anymore. Shay carries throat sweets for it," Cardia cupped her hand around her mouth, whispering conspiratorially, "But she doesn't know I've eaten them all already, so I'd give in before then unless you got your own."
Nicola was kissing her way down Brandy's body, her tongue like a snake following her mouth down, slaking across her body and leaving a glistening trail behind to soothe any accidental fanged bites. Cardia was licking her lips as she looked for her own way to get involved, the Morpeko stroking Brandy's legs thoughtfully. Behind her, Calcine rose, one arm bound up in black misty chains and a wild look in her glowing orange eyes.
"You should finish your food," Brandy said, voice trembling as Nicola used her tail to brush up her legs and along her pussy, the tingling of the fur making her squirm as she approached with her tongue. Cardia raised an eyebrow before her entire face disappeared under Calcine's hand. Calcine dragged her off Nicola, steam bleeding out between Calcine's fingertips as she gave Cardia a full-on burst of heat right to the senses.
The black and purple Pokémon rolled back, sniffling as she rubbed her mouth. "Right in the tastebuds! Ah, they're important!" Calcine took her open mouth as an invitation to grab her hair and shove her dick right in that open mouth, pressing Cardia down along her length as the surprised Morpeko was forced to use her mouth in a way she really hadn't been planning.
"I can't handle two," Calcine said quickly as she tried to raise the rock up from the ground to capture Cardia, but Cardia kicked out of the attempt, working her throat along Calcine's shaft like it was no big deal and Brandy knew that wasn't true. "Fuck she's ravenous. Um... work something out!"
If Sparky hadn't stuck her head between Shay's legs, Brandy knew she'd have had so many jokes about this. Instead, well, she was lucky she'd helped Calcine toughen up to getting her dick sucked? Brandy had expected that to be a trainer problem for Calcine to endure, not an offensive move. Well, she couldn't deny its effectiveness. Cardia really lost all focus when she got something in her mouth.
Wait, maybe dick-sucking was the solution to all her problems!
Nicola was almost between her legs, just enjoying a last few kisses on Brandy's athletically toned belly before she got to the main course, so Brandy grabbed that fox tail and pulled on it, drawing her ass up and then making Nicola turn around on her, legs scuttling sideways until Brandy had inverted her kiss. Nicola's fox ears flicked up and down with excitement at getting a little more tail play.
"Yes, worship it, and I'll worship you," Nicola purred before licking that impressively long tongue across Brandy's slit. Brandy couldn't stop her toes from curling. It was just instinctual. But she hadn't brought the tail around just to play with it, as delightfully fluffy as it was. Instead, she stuffed it under her head as a pillow against the hard ground and grabbed Nicola's butt instead, drawing her over Brandy's body until she felt the slap of Nickit dick against her cheek.
Okay, Pip, time to see if the student can become the master.
A firm grip was required. Nicola was rocking her hips in a wavy motion as she slathered her tongue along the opening of Brandy's pussy. It was gorgeous to see the ass bobbing and feel the tail tug under her head. Brandy wanted some control, and when you get a firm grip on the base of a cock, there's a moment your control is absolute. Nicola froze up as her brain registered what was happening, and that was just enough time for Brandy to give a cute little kiss to the tip of Nicola's dick.
She didn't give Nicola time to gather her thoughts, blowing a hot breath along the length of Nicola's dick and then licking around the head enthusiastically, rolling her tongue to give it a shine. Brandy hadn't expected cock ever to taste savory, but the taste of Nicola's dick was so rich it set all her tastebuds aflame. She couldn't help but get a few more licks of it, her tongue curling around and making Nicola's legs shudder before Brandy slid up to flick her along the underside of Nicola's shaft, earning an adorable groan from Nicola as she whimpered happily.
"Good!" Nicola panted, her tongue messily slathering along Brandy's thighs as she slid forward, claws digging into the ground as she tried to regain her posture. "Good girl, good good girl. More, please."
It could only be a good sign when a woman was talking like a broken record. For all her aggressive posturing, Nicola was a simple sweetheart, and Brandy was more than happy to help build up that purr in Nicola's throat.
Nicola's tongue might be impressive, but her dick was, well, it was average for a Pokémon, which meant Brandy was still going to have her jaw aching getting her mouth around it. Her throat stretched out if she dared go all the way.
Brandy took her time, taking a few inches of Nicola's dick inside her mouth, and then wiggled her tongue along the underside of her shaft with a slow hum of satisfaction, using her hand on the base of Nicola's cock to pump it in time to her head bobbing to really steal Nicola's breath. She kept her eyes open and fixed on Nicola's bobbing ass. Pip had taught her if she wanted to really steal a Pokémon's heart like this, she had to keep her focus sharp and her tongue loose.
She thought of Nicola's dick as a piece of candy that she wanted to lick right to the core, and the Nickit moaned into her thighs so sweetly as her fox ears fluttered fast enough to blur at the edges. It was working, and from the sounds of Shay's cries in her ears, Sparky was giving her the tongue-lashing she deserved. Or didn't? Brandy still wasn't sure if Shay was evil or just needed a good talking to after this. At least she'd be receptive after losing!
Brandy celebrating her victory early was a mistake.
The momentary loss of focus let Nicola catch her breath and remember where she was. The fox woman went down on Brandy like she was dying of thirst, showing no mercy as she drove into Brandy's pussy, the vibrations of her walls being spread by all that tongue muscle, sending shivers through Brandy's body. Nicola's head shook furiously from side to side as she worked her tongue deeper into Brandy's pussy. Nicola's raw desire to drive in every inch of her tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through Brandy's body.
It was so quick, so intense she couldn't stop her head from jerking back and forth in shock, choking herself on Nicola's cock as her back arched off the ground to meet Nicola's lips, the fox woman's long tongue sliding along every inch of her folds as it curled in on itself in a sloppy spiral messily drilling to Brandy's core. It was such an incredible feeling to be so full of rolling muscle that Brandy's head swam hard enough she actually saw stars sparkling across her vision.
Nicola had taken back control in one deep tongue lashing. Brandy was sure she'd come undone entirely if Nicola could bring some skill to bear. If Shay had gotten them for their oral skills, they would be well-trained. The risk was too great, so Brandy did the only thing she could, she took a deep breath through her nose, slid her hand up to hold Nicola's stomach, and went for broke.
The heat of Nicola's dick made Brandy's throat flutter as Brandy pressed forward. Nicola's tongue lashed about inside her madly at the sensation of Brandy's lips sliding up and over the entire length of her cock. Nicola's tail wagged madly under Brandy's head, battering at her as Nicola made her pleasure crystal clear.
Nicola mewled something that sounded incredibly dirty, but Brandy lost the meaning of it as Nicola's voice was a muffled mess with several inches of tongue buried in Brandy's pussy.
Brandy's eyes were watering from the move, but all that practice hadn't been wasted. She'd done it without choking. A brief flutter of pride in her heart as she drew back. As long as she kept up a good pace, Nicola would be a bubbling mess soon enough. Smiling, she turned to look at Shay and see how close she was to breaking.
Shay had her legs locked around Sparky's head and a hand pressed to hold her there. She had her eyes on Brandy, the very picture of calm despite getting furiously eaten out by Sparky's ludicrously deadly tongue.
How could she be so composed? Was it a trick?
Shit. Shay wasn't just a fan of oral. She was an oral specialist! They had baited Brandy into putting Sparky in a weak position!
"Wow," Shay said, a sly smirk on her face as Sparky's head bobbed under her fingers. "I thought Nicola had you, but that. That was gutsy. Shame you're not a Pokémon. You'd make a great fit for my team."
Oh, you smug bitch, you just wait. With newfound resolve, Brandy rolled her lips along Nicola's dick, coaxing a content purr out of her throat that felt incredibly pleasant as it vibrated along her tongue.
Brandy was in a bad spot, but she wasn't a quitter. She'd fuck the smile off Shay's face yet.
Chapter 58: All You Can Eat
Summary:
I MESSED UP.
This is the chapter I missed.
The Battle comes to a Climax. I swear I'm not going to use that joke everytime.
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In Brandy's favorite TV Shows, determination was all a Trainer needed to win. The power of love and unity would help the Partners come together. They'd overcome their opponent in one sudden burst of true love and, depending on the film's rating, a lot of really juicy sex scenes. It was a plan that could work in real life too. A sudden relationship revelation could lead to a new Move or, even better, an Evolution that could tip the balance of any battle.
Brandy could use something like that right now. She was determined to beat Shay and wipe that smug look off her face but wanting it badly wasn't enough to make it happen. As she'd learned, you want the reward, you have to put in the work, and before she could turn things around, she had to wear Nicola out.
Deep-throating her dick was a good start. Nicola's body was actually shaking from the pleasure of getting to hilt her cock in Brandy's throat, but the fox woman had a determination of her own. She was going to be a 'Good Girl' for Brandy, which meant no matter the pleasure, she was going to eat out Brandy's pussy like it was the last meal she'd ever had. Nicola had pushed her long tongue deep into Brandy's pussy as she gripped Brandy's ass for more support. Nicola was nearly as deep as Lenna had gone, and Lenna had been big, but that long Nickit tongue had wicked tricks of its own. It curled inside her, tangled itself in knots that made Brandy's toe curl when they unwound, spiraled round on itself to let the tongue tip flick at Brandy's clit just often enough to send tingles running up her spine before unfurling inside of her and making her insides melt.
It was a heavenly experience, and Nicola's tongue was getting soaked from all of Brandy's enjoyment. The temptation to just lay back and enjoy it was intense, and it took a genuine force of will to not give in to it. Nicola ate pussy like the well-trained 'Good Girl' she was, she knew exactly where to go with her tongue to keep her lover squirming, and she didn't let up. The only way Brandy was getting out of this without wobbly legs was to give as good as she got.
Pip had taught her plenty of tricks on Calcine. Wrapping her lips over her teeth seemed obvious, but Calcine was thankful she got taught that first. Being relaxed enough to go deep took more tries, but Calcine couldn't hide her smiles about making Brandy gag a bit. Keep good pressure, seal your lips and suck along it, use the tongue, all that was making Nicola tremble and whine, but it wasn't enough. She needed an extra edge; the best thing was that Shay hadn't realized she'd given Brandy one.
Her Pokémon were oral experts, and Brandy could see Cardia sucking Calcine's dick out of the corner of her eye. Cardia wasn't just making Calcine steam up. Her coal-black skin had some rivulets of flame flowing under the surface, sweat dripping down Cardia's face as she brought Calcine to a boil. If she could do that to Calcine, she was worth taking tips off. Brandy took her hands away from massaging the base of Nicola's tail and got them in play, making a circle with her fingers to grip the base of Nicola's cock and then rolling her fingers along it in time to the bobbing of her mouth.
Cardia had some excellent lungs, but even she had to come up for air. Blowing hot air over Calcine's shiny dick and licking along the tip should have been a reprieve, but she was using her hands to keep up the stimulation, and Brandy found it was a little clumsy at first to copy, but it soon became natural. Mouth and hands work in concert to not give Nicola a moment to catch her breath. The tongue swirling seemed important, just like Nicola was making sure Brandy's clit didn't get to rest for long. Swirling her tongue over the tip of Nicola's cock soon made her whimper and strain so badly that she finally got her tail out from under Brandy's head and began wagging it in the air madly.
Once she stopped thinking of a blowjob as just her mouth on a cock, she explored the options. When she went full throat, she could play with Nicola's breasts, squeezing them in time to her thrusts, or roll her hand along that wagging tail and press down so firmly into the base that her fingers dug into the skin. She couldn't stop Nicola from making her orgasm, her tongue was just too good for that, but she even used the orgasm against her, the gasp in her contracting throat perfect for a slow squeeze along Nicola's dick.
Nicola's entire body shuddered, her tail wagging madly with pride as she made Brandy climax, and it was the start of the end for her. No longer able to hold back, Brandy felt Nicola's hot cum wash against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed as much as possible as she didn't let up, giving Nicola an orgasm so intense the poor woman fell face first over Brandy's lap and into the dirt, her tongue trailing along Brandy's thighs as she rolled with delight against Brandy's body.
While the battle was ongoing, Brandy wasn't about to be heartless. Nicola deserved a hug and some petting, Brandy crawling over to press her weight down on Nicola as she kicked her legs in the air and took a bite of those twitching fox ears. "Good Girl," Brandy growled huskily into one, and the beaming smile was worth it. Fangs had never looked so cute. Pinning Nicola down as she basked in her orgasm gave Brandy a chance to catch her breath and assess the damage.
Sparky may not have been very effective between Shay's legs, but she was clearly enjoying herself from the sheer enthusiasm she was putting into it. Brandy felt embarrassed she hadn't worked this out earlier, but Sparky was clearly an enjoyer of the legs. The drive to get Brandy into a skirt made a lot of sense now.
Shay wasn't being destroyed by Sparky's tongue as she should be, but she was ruffling her fingers in Sparky's fur and encouraging her, and she blew Brandy a kiss when she noticed her looking. "You're better at this than I thought, but Calcine looks like she won't last long. Cardia's going to destroy you."
It was true too, Calcine was clearly trying to hold herself back, but Cardia's dicksucking was absolutely merciless. Calcine pouring her heat into the Morpeko was making the cuddly-looking Pokémon sweat like crazy, but she wasn't getting exhausted, and all that sweat was only softening Calcine up. It wasn't a Type Weakness. The black chains of Cardia's Torment had wrapped along Calcine's arms and pulled tight as she tried to pour out heat. She couldn't do enough to wear Cardia down without Torment punishing her approach.
Nicola liked being a Good Girl. What was Cardia's thing? Eating? Or was it something more straightforward than that?
"Calcine, don't use your hands. Incinerate her mouth directly," Brandy said as she unpicked herself from Nicola, the fox woman whining and nuzzling her side. "Hey, haven't forgotten you."
Actually, maybe that was it. Her Partners were good, and she adored them, but they didn't have the skill to break Shay at least without changing things up. But maybe they didn't need to.
"You want to be a Good Girl for Shay, right Nicola?" Brandy said as Shay raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, I had all the fun, and she's looking like she's missing out. How about you help Sparky?"
"Oh no you don't!" Shay said, "Nicola, you-"
Shay stopped speaking, staring daggers at Brandy. Brandy had put her hands in Nicola's ears and massaged the soft inside skin. It just so happened that she had them stuffed full with her hands, so Nicola couldn't hear Shay's orders as Brandy walked her over to her Trainer.
"Cardia, finish up and get here quick!" Shay said in a panic, but Calcine had taken Brandy's tip and flooded Cardia's mouth with heat. She was in her own land of joy, feeling the waves of heat roll about in her mouth. With no backup coming, Brandy guided Nicola down to join Sparky, giving Sparky a nudge with her knee to get her attention.
Sparky was in thigh heaven, but more legs snapped her out of it, her eyes refocusing.
"Hey, beautiful," Brandy smiled. "Brought you a friend. Also, Shay's a tough girl to Electric Moves, it seems! You want to build up a Thunder Wave and then, you know."
Brandy leaned in, licked Sparky across the forehead, and then blew out a burst of breath to ruffle her hair. She could feel Sparky tingle with excitement at the idea. There wasn't space for Nicola between Shay's legs, but Brandy pressed her in until she fit. The benefit of Nicola's ridiculously long tongue was she only needed a little space to twirl her tongue around Sparky's and then roll her muscle over it to follow it into Shay's pussy. She was actually quite wet already, and the way the tongues slid over each other was, well, Brandy really enjoyed looking at it. Maybe she was even a little jealous because, getting stuffed like that, she wasn't sure she'd last a second before cumming her brains out.
A loud moan from Shay brought Brandy out of her fantasy, her eyes widening as she looked down to see Shay had fallen face-first onto the ground, hands pressed over her head like she was trying to keep her skull from exploding as she wailed so loudly even Nicola heard it with her ears stuffed. Thankfully, the Nickit took that as a sign of encouragement and only went in harder.
Two Pokémon eating a Trainer out was very noisy in a viscerally squishy way. Brandy encouraged it, stroking her fingers along Nicola's ears and petting her tail like the crackle of Sparky's tongue built. The hum of a thunder wave charging up.
"Calcine!" Brandy yelled. "Doesn't this sound good?"
"What?" Calcine said, huffing as she squeezed her chest, trying anything to slow down her oncoming orgasm and buy Brandy more time. "It does?"
"Yeah," Brandy nodded, "Like they must love how tasty it is. Shay's like a sweet treat."
Calcine grabbed Cardia's hair, trying to hold her back from choking herself on Calcine's dick for a moment so she could string a thought together. Bless her. She got it right away.
"Shay must be the best meal here. I guess I'm lucky Cardia's settling for second best."
"Mmmm," Brandy nodded as Cardia's tufty ears twitched. "I might get in there myself after. Shame there won't be room for a third, but she seems happy with her meal."
Cardia made a choked protest, pulling against Calcine's hand, eyes flicking to the twin oral savaging Shay was getting.
"You should bring her over, though. She can watch me do it," Brandy said. Her acting was terrible, but thankfully for a horny Dark Pokémon, it didn't need to be good. Instinct was an easy target to hit.
Calcine dragged Cardia over slowly, and she all but jumped off Calcine's dick and into the pile with Nicola and Sparky. There was a lot of struggling as the three fought over getting to eat Shay out, and Brandy couldn't hold in the laughter. It was sexy and absolutely ridiculous as the three pulled at each other to be the ones to get their tongue in. But it worked so well, Shay might be an Oral expert, but even she couldn't handle a feeding frenzy like that, especially as the three settled into a pecking order.
Cardia was allowed to hungrily eat her out, swapping out with Sparky when she took a breath as electricity snapped between their cheeks. Nicola was left to fit in around them, but her long, agile tongue was perfect for it, filling the gaps and providing some extra pussy stuffing stimulation. Shay didn't stand a chance as the energy of it built. Her wails were enough to shake the tree tops when Sparky finally fired off a Thunder Wave that Cardia amped up with her own electricity, the flood of increased sensitivity Shay was hit with was mind-shattering, she was left a bubbling, cooing mess as the three of them didn't let up.
"Turning her own partners on her," Calcine hugged Brandy, crushing her into her body. She needed some contact, having edged herself so badly she ached. "Dark's are ravenous when they get going. Cardia nearly sucked me inside out."
Brandy tucked her body under Calcine's arms, wrapped her fingers around the black chains, and pulled them apart, freeing up her arms. "You lasted so long. Gave me a chance to turn things around."
Licking her lips, she stared at the very wet cock Calcine was sporting. She was as hard as a diamond, and Brandy could hear her heart pounding in her chest. The heat of her body up close was so pleasant. Calcine all warmed up seemed so much more at ease with herself, more eager to squeeze Brandy and let her feelings spill out into her heat.
It was enough to get Brandy worked up and well, no harm in enjoying herself while they waited for Shay's stamina to run out.
"I learned a few things, actually," Brandy said, getting a grip on Calcine's still-hard cock. "How about I finish you up and see if I can remember it all?"
As Brandy got down on her knees, Calcine had no complaints.
Chapter 59: Used to the Darkness
Summary:
I MESSED UP!
Go read the missing Chapter 58!
Post-Battle Talk and an Opportunity Offered
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Brandy had plenty of time to get Calcine off. She'd cuddled up to the warm Pokémon and enjoyed watching Shay get ruined once they were done. It'd taken quite a long time for the battle to end as Shay seemed to string an endless series of orgasms together. Brandy was fairly sure Shay would have exhausted quicker if she'd had Sparky actually fuck her properly, but watching the oral expert get taken down by tongues was just too sweet an irony to spoil. Sparky might love fucking women, but embarrassing them was just as much a thrill for the Bug Type, and Brandy wouldn't spoil her chance to make Shay blush.
It'd worked. Shay had a gorgeous blush on her cheeks as she lay in Sparky's lap, the Joltik ruffling Shay's two-toned black and brown hair, giving the big quiff she had playful flicks and letting it bob. It impressed Brandy that Shay had a voice right now. She'd screamed enough over the past hour that she should have been croakily begging for honey. It was a glimpse into the unreal stamina of a more experienced Trainer who'd inherited a lot from her partners.
"Setting my Partners on me. That was such a cheap move," Shay grumbled as she shuffled against her partners. Cardia and Nicola hugged her side tightly and peppered her neck with little kisses. It was actually adorable how affectionate they were being.
"Didn't realize you were such a stickler for the rules," Brandy said, maybe a little smugness creeping into her tone. She'd earned it.
Shay rolled her eyes. "Har, har. I said I'd apologize for wrecking the Berry Farm."
Cardia's skin had lightened to the yellow tone that made her sleepier after the long feast. Her tufty ears sank at Shay's words, and she buried her face into Shay's neck. "It was my fault, sorry."
"Hey," Shay reached up to tease a thumb over Cardia's mouth, making her squirm as she felt the taste of it roll along the inside of her lips. "You don't apologize for who you are. No going back to bad habits."
It sounded genuine. For all her first impressions of Shay as trouble, she was good to her Partners, perhaps too good if she was starting dumb fights over them.
"It can't be easy being a Dark Ace," Brandy said, trying to be understanding "But you can't just mess up people's lives."
"I know," Shay sighed, leaning back against Sparky's expansive chest, staring up at her twin sets of blue eyes. "Cardia's hunger is something she's still struggling with, but I don't want to drag her every time it gets out of control. She's a Dark. Her instincts are part of who she is."
Brandy bit back her snap opinion and let Calcine's warmth calm her as she thought this over. Shay was a Dark Ace, and she had far more training with them than Brandy, so she'd know them better. Nicola seemed like a true sweetheart, and for all of Cardia's mad, electric energy, she had been eager to please. It made sense Shay didn't want to be constantly lecturing Partners who had to fight their instincts. Dark Types got a reputation as being difficult to control. They were usually the bad guys in films, and kid stories often had a naughty Sneasel or a wicked Impidimp. Most Trainers only ever bonded with one if they didn't outright avoid them, as they usually ended up causing trouble in cities.
It explained Nicola's desire to be a Good Girl. She'd no doubt been caught out being a bad girl a lot, and she was trying to fight her nature and turn it into something positive.
"How about you don't apologize?" Brandy said. Shay raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Go further. Make it up to her."
"It's a Skwovet called Connie who runs the berry farm," Calcine said, ignoring Shay's snort at the obvious berry-hoarding joke. "I think you've got the skills to make it up to her."
"Really?" Shay said, "Why do you say that?"
"Well, you've been inheriting a lot from your partners, haven't you?" Calcine glanced at Sparky, put her fingers to her lips like she was kissing them, and drew them out.
Her partners were doing so much better as a team lately. Brandy didn't even have time to puzzle out what that meant, because Sparky got it right away. She pushed her fingers into Shay's mouth, making the Trainer give a surprised gasp before drawing out her tongue. Shay had pierced it with a silver stud that gleamed in the daylight, Sparky cooing as she gave it a press, squishing Shay's tongue between her fingers.
"That's so cool," Sparky said. "I want one. We should all get one!"
"That's not what I meant," Calcine said quickly, as eager as Brandy to gloss over that suggestion. "Keep going."
"Keep going? Oh, oh!" Sparky tugged on Shay's tongue and drew it out even further. After being on the receiving end of Nicola's tongue, just the sight of it made Butterfree's flutter in Brandy's stomach.
Shay earned a reverent gasp from Sparky when she pulled out Shay's tongue far enough to reveal a second piercing. Sparky bit her bottom lip hard. "Calcine, I'm scared to continue."
"See? I think you can easily make it up to Connie." Calcine nodded, squeezing Brandy's hands and raising out her arms as she felt her Trainer squirm in her grip.
Brandy felt awfully warm right now. It must be Calcine's heat. So strange she'd got even hotter all of a sudden. Brandy rubbed her shoulder blades against Calcine's stomach, burying her head between Calcine's chest to hide a very obvious blush.
Shay snapped her tongue back in, then flicked the tip at Brandy and blew her a kiss. "She's devious too. I think I'm starting to see what type Brandy loves. No wonder I lost. I wasn't expecting a leggy jock to be such a sneak."
"You were close to winning," Brandy mumbled, trying not to think about tongue and failing. This was going to mess her up for days. "Dark types are scary."
"Liar," Shay said, flicking her tongue at Brandy and making her blush even brighter. "You're falling for them."
"Well, they seem nice. Nicola was really good."
"Thank you," Nicola said smoothly. "I do like to be praised by a beautiful woman."
Brandy's train of thought derailed. Nicola sounded so normal, not the clipped, heated, hungry mess she'd been in battle.
Shay laughed at her and reached to pet one of Nicola's ears, the Nickit leaning into her head and purring happily. "Nicola's smart too. She just loses herself around pretty girls."
"Wow," Sparky said, "Can't imagine someone like that."
"Nicola, can you bite Sparky for me?" Brandy said, "She loves it."
Sparky's static yelp was worth it. Brandy hadn't even been lying, really. Sparky's sharp breath came with some delighted eyes as fangs pricked at her side. Nicola kept going at her as she tried to squirm away, Shay sliding off her lap as Brandy went over in a giggling ball, trying to bat the Nickit off with her hand and dodge the teeth snapping at her fingers. Cardia helped Shay up to her feet, acting as a sturdy post to lean on for the Trainer, who was still wobbly in the legs.
"You sure you want that shot at Mercury? You beat my girls and I, but I'm going at her for a reason. Psychic can't touch Dark. I think a lot of her success is because she's so good at getting into people's heads."
Brandy had suspected the same. Sex so good it consistently put women in the Poké-center was something you could learn, but Mercury seemed to have a talent for knowing what Women wanted even beyond a Psychic Type. She had suspicions about the encounter with Maple that'd confirm the theory.
"Why do you want Mercury?" Brandy asked. "She's not a Dark Type."
"She acts like one. A lot of instinct. I feel I'd understand my Partners better if I could work out why she's like that. Nicola has to be really close to Evolution, but she just can't quite grasp it," she says, nodding to the Nickit, who'd wrapped Sparky up in a ball with her tail and was licking at her neck affectionately, making Sparky giggle as electricity crackled in her fur.
"Evolution's always different for the Pokémon," Calcine said, "You might not learn much. She won't even be able to read Nicola's mind."
"I know, but I want Nicola to get her moment. It's the best idea I had," Shay said as she reached Calcine and Brandy, sliding down Cardia to sit in front of them. "She's strong and knows herself, despite being tugged around by her dick. There's something strange about it all, important. Just a feeling."
"Could team up?" Brandy said, "Be really strong together."
"Nah, you know that's not fair on her. I said I'd let you go first so I will." Shay grinned, "I can watch and see how you fail, then take my shot."
"What?" Brandy spluttered. "That's so sneaky!"
"Coming from the Sneak Ace," Cardia grinned, Shay laughing at her joke a little too hard for Brandy's liking.
"Fine, I guess I wanted it anyway, but it is sneaky. You'll be busy apologizing to Connie anyway."
"Might not take that long" Shay flicked her tongue at Brandy, laughing as she shied back into Calcine's chest, a blush deepening her cheeks. "Oh, you are too cute. Glad I got to meet you before you get some experience under your belt."
"She's going to be a monster," Calcine nodded. "Can't wait."
Shay tapped her chin thoughtfully as Calcine fussed with the blushing Brandy, massaging her head with her chest and running delightfully hot fingers along the curves of her face.
"Tell you what, to make up for being kind of a jerk, I got an idea. A hot tip."
"Oh?" Calcine said, "I do like hot."
"A Dark Pokémon I didn't capture because she was a little too feisty for me. I think you'd get along with her really well. You seem like you're building a big mixed team, and she has everything you'd like. I'll tell you after I watch Mercury turn your brain into a paste."
"Everything I'd like?" Brandy raised an eyebrow and ignored the Mercury comment. She wasn't sure Shay knew her as well as she thought.
Shay poked her tongue out again, far enough to reveal a third silver stud, and she wiggled it at Brandy suggestively.
Well. Maybe Shay knew her a little because Brandy liked the look of that.
Chapter 60: Moving On Up
Summary:
I MESSED UP!
Read the missing Chapter 58 before this new one!
Brandy and the Gang make plans to take down Mercury
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They had never worked out which Pokémon had caused the pressed-down ground used to find Shay, so it was nice to get that answered as Shay left. Cardia was still a bit sleepy after sating her hunger, but with some coaxing from Nicola and Shay, she'd taken a few steps, and a wheel of red and blue light crackled into life around her. It looked a little ridiculous for them all to be walking in a giant wheel, but every small step from Cardia amplified the wheel's movement, and soon it was purring as it built up speed and churned up the ground.
Shay and Nicola held onto Cardia as her cheeks crackled. She broke into a run, the Aura Wheel bouncing a few times before it bit into the dirt and then really picked up speed. With a poke of their tongues over the shoulder, Shay and Nicola grew distant from the group, rapidly speeding up a hill and bouncing right over the top, away out of sight.
"You think they'll actually apologize?" Calcine said, emptying some water from her canteen into her hand and trying to clean up Sparky's face. Savaging Shay had her cheeks shining with spit and juices, and Sparky let her scrub her clean without any real complaint.
"I think a Dark Trainer does what they say they will," Sparky said, "I don't think Cardia and Nicola would put up with her if she wasn't at least very forward."
Brandy had grabbed her Poké-dex number, so she could always yell at them later if she didn't.
"Shame we didn't see her other partners," Brandy said as she took a drink from her own canteen. She'd actually come out of the battle without getting into too much of a mess this time. It was more to wash the taste of Calcine down. It wasn't that she disliked it, but she had a spicy edge that didn't sit well in the mouth.
"We might next time," Calcine said. "I don't think she's the type to take a loss and leave it at that."
"Well, let's get back to things," Sparky said, "Walking. With our legs. Like some suckers."
Calcine tugged at Sparky's cheeks. "Neither of us has Travel moves. Deal with it."
"I can ball you," Brandy said, patting the binding balls on her hip. "I don't mind walking."
"You got long legs. You're built for walking," Sparky huffed. "And I don't want to miss seeing them in action."
As expected really, new Partners didn't like being in the ball much. Once things had settled down, it'd get more common for Calcine and Sparky to rest up, especially in big groups. Better to enjoy a nap than fight everyone for attention.
"Shamelessly praising my legs is nice," Brandy said, giving her skirt a flick for Sparky's amusement. "But finding Mercury is our next task, and we still don't know where she is. Nearby maybe? Shay was on her trail too."
Calcine was looking thoughtfully at Brandy's legs. "We should bait her out."
"Oh no, I know what you're thinking."
"Sometimes a plan is just so good you can't avoid it."
--
It'd taken a bit to climb the tallest hill, and Sparky was regretting not going in the ball for it. She tried using Agility to make it less awkward, but even hopping after them was clearly tiring her out. In the end, Calcine had let her ride on her shoulders, bearing the climb with the added weight without a single complaint.
"You two get along really well now," Brandy said, "It's nice."
"She's stuffy, but she's loyal and fun sometimes," Sparky said, "And she pulls her weight."
Calcine smiled, patting Sparky's legs. "Thank you, Sparky."
Brandy and Sparky waited expectantly for Calcine's side of it, but she didn't say anything. Sparky twitched on her shoulders, hands pawing at Calcine's horns. The sly smile on Calcine's face got Brandy giggling.
"Come on!" Sparky groaned, "I said nice things. Reciprocate!"
"You're good at sucking my-" Calcine said before getting cut short as Sparky flicked one of her stubby horns, a little shock of electricity running down it and making Calcine's spine twitch. Brandy got an arm around her to hold her up before she ended up Roly Coly'ing her way back down the hill.
"I never heard about that, by the way." Brandy said, "Am I going to get details finally?"
"When we both Evolve," Sparky said, covering Calcine's mouth as she tried to speak. Calcine clawed at her hands to pry them off, but she's got her webs, and they're stuck fast.
"If I'm going to wait that long, I want to see it, not hear about it," Brandy said, reaching up to give Sparky's butt a swat. "If Calcine can even handle your Evolution."
"Pff, as if. She'd choke and die." Sparky grinned. "You both enjoy being the tall ones. My day will come."
With a puff of smoke, Calcine rolls a flame along her lips, Sparky pulling away blistered fingers to suck on them. "Maybe you'll be a short Galvantula. You're already pretty big for a Joltik."
"... I'm the regular height?" Sparky said, tilting her head.
"Not big tall, big big."
Sparky chewed her bottom lip, thinking that over until it clicked what Calcine was talking about. "Ohhhhh. Okay, I forgive you for not complimenting me."
If it were anyone but Calcine, Brandy would have found it shameless to praise Sparky's dick. Calcine was so bluntly honest that she didn't doubt it was genuine praise. It really was strange how they got along so well despite being so different.
Her boots dug into the hillside as she pressed up. The burn in her legs from climbing was an excellent way to shake off the tremble of Nicola's attention. She didn't mind the occasional stares from Calcine or Sparky either. She was still getting used to noticing she was being admired, and Brandy felt a brief pang of loss at all that time in school she'd missed out on being so oblivious. It was probably for the best. She'd have gotten a big head.
"You did good too, Brandy," Calcine said. "You're getting much better at handling us. Shay wasn't an easy battle."
Brandy was quite happy she'd won her first real trainer battle. Especially against someone who had a good bit of experience to her name. "We'd have lost if she controlled her own just a little better."
"But she didn't," Sparky said, bouncing on Calcine's shoulders until Calcine clamped down on her thighs. "She got cocky. Dark need to be firm."
"You think we should take her tip? I don't know how a Dark Type would fit the team."
"From a Weakness perspective, she'd be great. We'd have someone to take the lead in any fight, and it's down to if you can control her."
If she was like Nicola, she didn't think she'd struggle. Praising the Nickit had been fun, and she'd quickly bent to Brandy's commands. On the other hand, Cardia didn't seem like someone you could control. You just tried to point them the right way and hoped the result worked out. Or they could be a whole bundle of their own problems. Calcine and Sparky were pretty well-behaved, though she'd never tell Sparky that it'd just encourage her. Was she up for a challenge?
"We could see what she's like, then decide if you're happy with it. Though I still want a Fighting type someday."
"Just want abs!" Sparky said, "We see through you."
Brandy wanted to argue, but it wasn't entirely wrong. Lenna had been a treat, and while Partners weren't all about raw attraction, it certainly didn't hurt.
"Mercury has plenty of abs," Calcine said, letting out a satisfied grunt as she crested the hill and stretched, shaking Sparky off her shoulders. "We could just capture her."
Sparky hopped down nimbly, giving a twirl before falling back on the hilltop grass. "Let's not break out streak by doing something that stupid. This is already a crazy plan!"
"It'll work," Brandy said. "Trust me"
They both did. That was the nice thing. They didn't even need to say it; Brandy just knew on this, they had her back.
"So we're going to lure her in with my legs? I'm still not sure how she'd notice."
"Mercury's got a sixth sense for pretty women. She'll notice." Calcine said, "Psychic isn't for show. You get in the right mood. She'll find you."
"And up here, see me too, right? So how do I get in the mood?"
Sparky and Calcine grinned.
Oh, right. Brandy probably should have seen this one coming.
Chapter 61: That's Bait
Summary:
Brandy gets horny on purpose for a change.
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If Brandy had been able to pay more attention, she'd have appreciated the view at the top of the hill. Turrfield might not be the biggest of towns, but it was stunning to look at. If she'd looked carefully, she might have been able to pick out Connie's berry farm and the distant specks of Shay and her group heading that way or the sprinkled donut that was the Turrfield Gym. She could have enjoyed the patchwork colors of the fields, or the massive geoglyph of a Toxtricity, though Brandy had always argued it was a Quilava because they were just way hotter.
Brandy didn't notice any of this, though, because she was stuck being the filler of a Pokémon sandwich, laid out on the hill with Sparky hugging one side of her and Calcine on the other.
"I'm starting to think this bait idea isn't real," Brandy mumbled, enjoying the warmth of Calcine on her side as she lay on the grass of the hill. The wind was sharper up here, and Sparky's fur was a treat to cuddle up to as she tried to shield herself from it.
"It works," Sparky said, giving Brandy a peppering of kisses along her shoulder. "Wild Pokémon can sense a chance to bond from miles away. How I managed to find you to jump you. You were like a beacon on your first day out."
"Only Wild?" Brandy said, rolling her shoulder into the kisses. Calcine was playing with Brandy's spiky hair, running her rough fingers through it, and the stroking sensation was quite pleasant.
"It's harder when we have a Partner," Calcine said, tilting Brandy's head back with a light tug on her hair so there was more neck for Sparky to get at. Her breath was hot on Brandy's ear, making her heart flutter when she spoke with a slow, smoky roll. "You're a lot stronger in our hearts. Overwhelm our senses."
The tone gave Brandy the shivers, but in a good way. It felt good to know her presence was strong enough that she blinded them, so bright they had trouble having eyes for anyone else. Brandy wasn't jealous. She didn't mind them going off and having fun with others, but maybe she also liked the idea they were thinking of her now and then when they did. It was like she was there with them. The idea worked her up, and she raised a leg to rub along Sparky's thigh, needing her knee into Sparky's butt and pressing her closer to the hug. Sparky might be short, but she was all curves, which led to a lot of squishing, all of it delightful.
"So the more worked up I am, the better the bait," Brandy said. "I thought I was going to flutter my skirt, and she'd come running."
"Well, yes," Calcine grinned, "You wouldn't have worn it if we hadn't said it was important."
Skirt-addicted sneaks!
It was hard to be mad when it gave her more skin to press against them. Calcine was running her hand along Brandy's thigh while she stroked Sparky's legs, and the warm fingers weren't shy about dipping under the skirt and running trails almost up all the way up to her panties. She wanted them to go further, but Calcine was teasing it out, stopping just shy and lazily rolling circles with her fingers before going back down again. Sparky was mauling her neck with kisses, and it was hard to talk when you had teeth nipping and catching your breath.
Brandy might sometimes worry over her lack of chest, but she did overplay it sometimes. There was enough for Sparky to get a handful and squeeze, and she didn't even need to use any electricity to have Brandy squirming like she was being shocked. The feeling of even pressure from squeezing fingers made her back arch, and Calcine filled the space, breasts rolling over her back as she rubbed herself up and down Brandy's body.
"You smell nice, Brandy," Calcine purred as she took a deep breath of Brandy's hair, "Maybe we could skip the whole bait thing, and I could really warm you up."
Brandy bit her lip, looking down at Sparky's beaming face as she laid her chin on Brandy's breasts and looked up at her. The excited crackle in her eyes was too much. Brandy ran her hand over the curve of Sparky's breasts and down her stomach, fingers moving at speed towards the hard length Brandy could feel pressing into her from between Sparky's legs.
"She's going to do it," Sparky giggled, "Look at her. She's horny enough that she might burst. She wants diiiick."
Sparky teasing didn't ruin the mood, but it helped Brandy focus a little, her hand sliding back up over Sparky's body until it got a hold of her cheeks, squeezing them together and pursing Sparky's lips.
"Thought you believed in me," Brandy growled playfully, "But here you are wagging your tongue."
Sparky's eyes were wide in shock at the sudden, assertive grasp. Brandy used her grip to tug Sparky forward into a quick kiss, and then bit down on Sparky's bottom lip as she pulled back. Brandy tugged it out until Sparky made soft little whines from the prickling pain of it. She was practically vibrating with excitement in Brandy's arms.
"Saw you enjoying yourself between Shay's thighs." Brandy grinned as she got her legs around Sparky's hips, kicking her legs to work Sparky in tight. "You like this?"
Sparky was a mess. Excitement and anticipation all crashed into each other and left her panting as she got all worked up. Calcine was stifling a laugh, but Brandy could feel her bouncing along her back, unable to hold it in completely.
"Meant to be working you up," Calcine said, "Mercury's not going to come if you get Sparky all excited."
"I'm going to come, though," Sparky mewled. "Let's see where she's going with this."
Brandy didn't actually have much of a clue. She was just going off what Sparky seemed to enjoy. Was squeezing her thighs really enough to do it for her?
Sparky moaned as Brandy squeezed her legs together and planted her face in Brandy's chest, a hum of electricity crackling along her fur. Well, that answers that.
"You should try that next time she goes down on you," Calcine said. "She'll pass out from happiness."
"Thighs good," Sparky mumbled, a happy trill in her voice as she rolled her head back and fore. Her crackling cheeks were an exciting tingle across Brandy's chest. She couldn't help but squirm.
"Get the tongue in there," Calcine said, pattering her fingers down Brandy's side. "I'll do the rest."
A little cheeky for Calcine to take charge, but she did love to play the Trainer, and Brandy wasn't going to argue with the results. Sparky fumbled to pop open Brandy's top so she could sop her tongue over Brandy's chest. The wet muscle licking around her curves made Brandy's spine tingle.
"You taste so good," Sparky whimpered, and she didn't sound like she was joking as she lapped at Brandy's skin. The wet electric sensation of Sparky's tongue was making Brandy squirm, her nails digging into Sparky's back as she held on. Calcine took her moment of tension to slide a hand through the hem of Brandy's skirt and slide into her panties.
"C-Calcine!" Brandy gasped as she felt Calcine's fingers caress her folds. Her fingers had a slight hardness that wasn't unpleasant at all. The firmness pressing into her made her toes curl. "Girls, go easy on me! We need to be ready to fight after."
Calcine didn't answer. Her fingers kept moving, their tips gliding over her wet folds and finding her clit. Calcine made Brandy cry out as she felt the fingertips pressing down on the nub get hotter and hotter. Sparky's tongue was still busy lapping away, but it had none of Calcine's precision, just a sloppy make-out with Brandy's chest as Sparky found it hard to keep herself contained.
"Oh fuck," Brandy groaned, her legs trembling. "Don't tease me, Calcine, please."
"Sorry," Calcine whispered, "But got to if you want to be good bait. I have to make you pant."
Brandy was already doing that! But she didn't get a chance to say so because that was the moment Sparky bit down on one of her nipples, the sudden sting of teasing pain combined with the pleasure of Calcine's fingers leaving her dizzy. Brandy bucked her hips forward, grinding her pussy against Calcine's fingers to try to coax her towards release, but Calcine was in tune with her and eased off, stoking Brandy's flames but not letting her come to a complete boil.
They were attracting attention. A few winged Pokémon were flitting over to come to watch, grey feathers with black tips. They looked drab against the clear blue sky, but it was still an encouraging sign. Flying types were hard to lure in. If they were taking an interest, then they must be a beacon for miles around.
Sparky was invested in making it a good show or just frantically excited at Brandy's desperate arousal. She was practically clawing at Brandy's back, her fingers digging into the soft material of Brandy's shirt as she pressed her head firmly to Brandy's chest.
"Take your clothes off," Calcine whispered, "Or it'll look like you're trying to bait."
"What?" Brandy mumbled, "You're going to fuck me if I do."
"Maybe," Calcine breathed, "Why don't you do it and find out? You win either way."
There was no arguing with that. Brandy stripped as best she could while pinned between two horny Pokémon, and they wasted no time going for any newly exposed skin. Even if she didn't survive long enough to be good bait, she wouldn't complain. This plan was working out in a lot of ways for her right now.
Chapter 62: Will You Remember Me?
Summary:
Mercury gets into everybody's head.
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This was nice.
Brandy would have happily done this even if she hadn't been trying to bait a Pokémon. Air up on the top of the hill was chilly, but sandwiched between Sparky's fur and Calcine's warmed-up body, she was perfectly cozy. The pair of them had eagerly pulled her out of her clothes and were peppering kisses all over her body, every warm touch of their lips a spark of lust that made her squirm. The way she felt right now, she wouldn't be surprised if Pokémon on other continents were wondering who was being so damn horny right now.
She tried her best to entice them in for something more than kisses, but Sparky just giggled madly at her obvious want, while Calcine simply smiled and shook her head as she kept kissing away. Brandy felt she'd been getting better at managing her Pokémon. Was it a good sign that they ignored her needs to help make her a better bait? Or were they being rascals, ignoring her obvious desires?
As Sparky bit down on a nipple and tugged, Brandy let out a frustrated moan. She was having far too much fun doing this. Maybe it was both!
"Want me to stop?" Calcine asked as she nibbled at the back of Brandy's neck, pressing her chest into Sparky's face. "If you're not ready yet to take Mercury on, we can always just enjoy ourselves."
Brandy knew she didn't need to answer. Calcine was teasing her further, dangling the promise of sex in front of her. Just because Brandy wasn't allowed to get any doesn't mean she can't get them back. Calcine broke composure and gasped when Brandy slipped her thighs around Calcine's cock, and squeezed them together as she pressed her butt back against Calcine's stomach.
"Mnf?" Sparky said, but Brandy got a hand on the back of her head and held her into her chest. Sparky's voice was muffled as she spoke right into the soft flesh. "What's she doing? Calcine?"
"She's a-!" Calcine's word snipped off as Brandy rolled her thighs over each other, sawing them over Calcine's cock. The sensation was shocking to the poor Rock Pokémon, strange and intense, not something she was ready for. "She's aaa!"
Brandy wasn't letting her spill, wiggling her hips as she used her thighs to milk along Calcine's shaft. Her breath was so hot on Brandy's neck, Calcine was already panting madly, wholly taken off guard by this sudden turnabout. Her cock felt nice against Brandy's thighs, thick, hard, and full of promise.
"Are you fucking her!" Sparky mewled as she tried to pull away. Brandy held her firm, and the squirming against her chest was a pleasant sensation with all the static fizzling off Sparky's fur.
"Nope, she's not!" Brandy said voice higher pitched as she felt her heart race from all this play. "She's helping me get worked up just like you."
"Bullshit!" Sparky gasped, and she gave Brandy's chest a bite. Not hard, but a playful bite to the breast should have been quite disabling. Brandy moaned instead. She'd gotten a little tougher being bonded with Brandy, and the firm prick of teeth on sensitive flesh was harsh, but like Nicola's claws, it was coaxing out a passionate response.
"Horny monster," Sparky mumbled, giving a few more play chews. "Calcine, are you fucking her? You have to tell. I sucked your dick!"
Brandy was pretty sure that wasn't how Pokémon bonded, but the logic was also inarguable.
"No. Well. Kind of." Calcine said quickly before Brandy could do anything else. "You'd like this. It's so good."
"What? What?" Spark was writhing now, and the kicking against Brandy's legs made her thighs ripple as she rolled them over Calcine's dick in quick strokes. The heat on Brandy's back was incredible. Calcine was practically aflame back there.
"Ah! It's so perfect, but I'm a pest who loves having secrets so much I'm not going to say why and make you work for it." Calcine laughed. She was good at lying sometimes, but she sucked badly at it right now.
Brandy felt Sparky puff her cheeks out as they pressed against her chest, pouting at the obvious dig against her.
"She's giving them a thigh job," someone said, with a smooth voice that dripped confidence. "And doing quite well."
All three of them froze up at the sound of a new voice. Sparky's four blue eyes poked out of Brandy's chest as she looked up at the new arrival, then they went wide with surprise. Brandy knew what she would see, so she swallowed the lump in her throat and followed Sparky's gaze.
Her eyes had a long way to travel because the Pokémon standing over them was absolutely massive. The journey to her face was worth some lingering anyway, because she was a feast to be taken in. Pure white skin that shone in the sun. Toned limbs and a washboard stomach that was like Brandy's athletic build if it'd been honed to absolute perfection. Familiar hair that ran down her back to almost brush the floor was breathtakingly mesmerizing. It glittered in the sun and changed color as it moved, a flowing rainbow gliding around her like a cloak of power. Brandy had never found a rainbow threatening before, but the sheer confidence in her purple eyes made her shiver.
The horn atop her head was wickedly sharp, a deep purple with a white spiral. It could have looked cute or even ridiculous, but it didn't. She wore it like a crown.
It was Mercury, obviously, but if Brandy had any doubts about it, then what was hanging between her legs clinched it. She was buck naked and even soft her cock was an eye-poppingly huge thing that slapped against her thighs.
Mercury saw Brandy staring and chuckled. "Remember it, do you?"
How had she got so close? They'd picked this spot so they'd know she was coming. Even distracted as they were, one of them should have spotted her.
There was a mad scramble to get untangled from each other. Sparky rolled onto her back, ready to spring up, but Mercury simply stepped forward and stood on her, pinning her down with one foot on Sparky's belly. Calcine dipped her fingers into the earth of the hill to liquefy it, but as the pool of molten earth spread, Mercury's eyes flashed purple, and Calcine slipped, crashing back down onto the ground as she flailed with limbs that didn't work like she was used to anymore.
"Confuse," Brandy said, "Got one."
Mercury brushed back her hair and laughed. "Goodness. You're not out to bind me? After all this effort to get me here."
"Sparky, ignore the pin, do the plan!"
Sparky stopped pulling on Mercury's ankle and thrust her hands out, two web shots flicking out and crackling with electricity. She flicked her hands and cut one to ribbons with a few flickers of purple energy, but the other caught Mercury in the shoulder, the web tether going tight, and pulled her forward as electricity arced along her shoulder. Sparky squeaked as tipping Mercury forward added more weight to her step on Sparky's stomach. Mercury didn't look light at all.
"Aw fuck yeah, step on me," Sparky mumbled as she pulled tight on her web. Seems like she wasn't going to let the pain get the better of her? Brandy really needed to work out what was up with that.
Brandy got up to a sit and scrabbled back out of Mercury's reach. The plan wasn't going great, but her getting caught would sink it entirely. "Calcine, don't worry about your arms. Just work the rock."
"Something's wrong," Calcine groaned, lying still as her limbs twitched, completely disobeying even her attempt to lie down. The pool of molten earth was haphazard, but it was advancing on Mercury in a roundabout way it'd take forever to get there at this rate. "She's being way too aggressive. Two moves already."
"Ah, you're one of those clever Rolycolys from the mine," Mercury said, giving up on pulling against Sparky's tethering web and folding her arms over her chest. Sparky had her hooked, but she couldn't move her. The strength difference was just too much. "I knew you were going to be an interesting one. Fight me properly. Try to bind me."
"Nah," Brandy said, "I'm not in your league, and you've given up two moves already. I'll stick to the plan."
Well, she was guessing what the psychic cut was, but they could narrow it down later.
Mercury sighed, and she grabbed Sparky's web and snapped it with a flare of purple light from her hands, the sharp blade not stopping when it hit the ground and cutting a perfect slice right out of the earth that slid away down the hill. "And I was hoping you'd be smart."
Sparky thrust her arms up to take another shot, and Mercury's horn glowed purple. Sparky went slack as her blue eyes flickered and went a matching purple to Mercury's.
"Tie Brandy up for me," Mercury said. "If she's going to bore me, I'll have to show her how to have fun."
Brandy blinked. How'd Mercury learn her name? Had she just grabbed it out of Sparky's head? She'd expected some Psychic tricks from Mercury, but if she could read minds that quickly, it'd be impossible to ever beat her. Maybe it was only a surface read, she'd had her mind deep read in the Poké-center, and it'd taken longer than a quick flash of power.
Sparky turned on Brandy, her purple eyes looking odd as she sprayed Brandy's arms down with her webbing. The crackling electricity didn't hurt. She'd gone low voltage for this. Brandy struggled against it, though Sparky had done a pretty piss-poor job webbing her down. Most of it had hit her hands, only a few threads were on the ground below, and she was barely bound.
Mercury smiled as she patted Sparky on the head, "Don't worry, I won't break her for you. Well, not too badly."
Sparky nuzzled the hand affectionately like a good pet. Brandy had never seen her so well-behaved.
They'd not been able to guess precisely what Mercury would do to them. Still, some kind of Psychic messing around had been their best bet why no one had ever got a move out of her and why every woman she'd slept with had always ended up completely broken. It had to be more than sheer prowess, and now they'd confirmed it. Mercury wasn't just beating Trainers. She was wiping their minds afterward with her Psychic moves, so they didn't remember anything beyond getting fucked senseless. She'd shown them so moves, so they'd have to be really fucking careful, or in a few hours, she would wake up remembering nothing except Mercury's massive dick coring her out.
As she nuzzled Mercury's hand, Sparky hid her eyes from Mercury's sight and winked at Brandy.
Psychic Types are weak against Bug Types. The plan was still good! Now they just had to pull the rest of it off.
Chapter 63: Stick It In
Summary:
Brandy tries to turn the tables on Mercury
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Brandy tried to focus, she really did, but Mercury wasn't making it easy. She wasn't hard yet, but every twitch of her rising cock had Brandy's eyes flicking down to look at it. Mercury's smirk got more self-satisfied with every involuntary peek.
Mercury was a huge lady, and she towered over Brandy as she rolled a hand around the base of her cock and gave it a long stroke. It was obscene that not even Mercury's large hand was enough to handle it, the thick slab of meat rolling out of each end of her hand as she stroked and sank down from the sheer weight of it. It was a mercy that Mercury didn't get hard fast, giving Brandy and the others a moment to turn the situation around. Brandy tried to focus, even if it was really fucking distracting! Her mouth was going dry just thinking of what Mercury would do to her with that.
"I like you still think you have a chance," Mercury said, a flicker of heat in her voice as she stroked herself hard. "But you saw what I did to your friend. You'll look just like her soon. Panting, mud staining your skin, and loving every second of it."
Once Mercury got hard, Brandy was quite literally fucked. Her hardening cock was the timer, and Brandy lying there staring was only speeding it up. Every second counted, so Brandy bit her bottom lip to give herself the shock to think straight again.
Mercury was picking up things from Brandy's mind, but they weren't quite right. Maple wasn't her friend when they'd seen Mercury fucking her. That had come later. She also didn't just think she had a chance; she was reasonably confident her plan was still viable. Mercury's mind-reading wasn't very accurate. If Brandy had to guess, it was more like listening in on whispers. She'd catch information like names and be able to tell her lover's mood and desires, but in a fuzzy, inaccurate way. It'd make her an excellent fuck, no doubt, but thankfully it meant Brandy wasn't doomed here. She could plan without spilling it all.
"Sparky, be a dear and web Calcine down for me." Mercury said, "You don't have to watch, but I think you'll enjoy the show."
She was commanding Sparky by voice, so it wasn't like she was puppeteering them. It was more like how Orchid's suggestions had worked. She had to reinforce them verbally and keep the mind from noticing something was wrong. Just like Orchid, if it failed, she wouldn't know which was good because Sparky had been faking being mind controlled from the start. The webs she was binding Calcine with and sprayed Brandy with weren't doing much. They rested more atop the skin, with no fixture beneath the ground. They were sticky, but as long as you didn't rub them over something, they wouldn't restrict you.
That little detail Brandy could use.
"You're taking a while," Brandy said as she licked her lips at Mercury. "I can speed things up."
Mercury snorted, flicking back her prismatic hair. "If you think you can beat me with a blowjob, you'll be disappointed. I've more stamina than you can dream of."
"No harm in letting me try then, is there?" Brandy said, "My partners will tell you I'm good at it."
Mercury's eyes narrowed. She was clearly suspicious of the offer. Brandy was sure she got propositioned plenty, but either her mind reading or Brandy's attitude was making her wary.
"Oh, I get it," Brandy said. "You love being in control. Can't handle a lady fucking you back?"
Mercury's pride was such an obvious weak spot it felt shameless to even go for it.
"Alright," Mercury said, voice firm. She clearly didn't buy this was just a horny offer, but she wasn't about to let Brandy have even a small win by rattling her. "But if you're bad at it, you're going to choke, and that's not my fault."
Brandy leaned her body up, trying to maintain the illusion Sparky had webbed her arms to the ground. It was a very awkward position for her to give a blowjob in. Eventually, Mercury got fed up with trying to find a decent position to squat and instead dropped to sit on her knees over Brandy's chest. Brandy gasped as she felt the weight of the Rapidash on her stomach. She was not a light lady, all that muscle and the sheer size of her meant her taut ass pressed Brandy's body into the ground.
"You wanted it." Mercury grinned at Brandy's discomfort. She slapped her cock right down between Brandy's chest, the heavy impact of it making her breasts shake. It was more than big enough to cross the ravine and let the weighty head of it knock at Brandy's lips.
"It's big," Brandy said, shocked at how big it looked up close. Lenna had been a challenge. This seemed like an impossible task!
"I do like my lovers saying that," Mercury growled, running her hand through Brandy's spiky red hair. She was rough with her touches, making Brandy roll her head back to go with the motion of her hand. Her squeeze on Brandy's breast with her other hand got a gasp out of Brandy. It was on the very edge of pain, like one of Sparky's shocks that sent the spine tingling. Opening her mouth meant she got her first taste of Mercury's cock, which was an oddly lovely experience.
It wasn't sweet like they said Fairy was, or really any taste Brandy had before. It was a taste that came with a rich and satisfying feeling of sating hunger. Enough to get the mouth salivating and the brain soften as it showed its pleasure at finally getting something to fill the hole in the stomach. Brandy was horny. How could she not be? The simple taste of Mercury's cock was a promise that she'd be satisfying that hunger soon.
Dangerous thoughts. This was like Orchid again. Mercury was using her skills to muddle her mind.
Or at least Brandy hoped that's what was happening because the alternative was Mercury's cock was so inviting that her body was physically reacting to it with eager anticipation.
Calcine stood up behind Mercury. Sparky had helped her up and was letting her rest on Sparky's shoulder, her body wavering. The confusion Mercury had put in her limbs was wearing off, but she still seemed unsteady.
Brandy licked her tongue across the head of Mercury's soft cock, to buy Calcine some time. Yeah. That was why.
"Well," Mercury said as she ground her ass along Brandy's stomach and rubbed her against the ground. Brandy gripped the grass to stop her arms from sliding, but she couldn't stop them from moving slightly. To keep Mercury's attention on her, she opened her jaw to get her lips around this monstrous head in front of her, muscles aching as she pressed her head forward to try to pop the head in.
Mercury snorted. "Don't make me laugh. If you think you can fit me in your mouth so easily, you're dreaming. I'm going to have to break you in."
Brandy had to agree with Mercury that it wasn't going to work. But that didn't mean she couldn't captivate Mercury by trying. Using her tongue to slicken up Mercury's cock head, Brandy bobbed her head. Despite all Pip's advice, she couldn't help occasionally scraping it with her teeth. The content sigh from Mercury was a surprise when she did. Did she like things rough both ways?
Calcine was using her Rock Polish move, earth flowing over her limbs and giving the coal-black skin a muddy coating. With a flex of her fingers, she let go of Sparky and stood tall. Using the move to manipulate herself like a puppet, she took a step toward Mercury. The heavy thump of her footstep was unmissable.
Mercury's head whipped round to look, but before she could spring up to fight, Brandy flicked her arms and grabbed Mercury's legs. Sparky's sticky webbing glued her arms to Mercury's thighs and kept her sitting on Brandy's chest. Brandy flicked her head to pop Mercury's cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue along the underside of it, the powerful Rapidash giving a surprised jerk in her lap.
"Oh, you sneaky bitches," Mercury laughed, hands moving to her thighs as purple blades rolled over her fingers. "Won't work. I'll be out in seconds."
"Going to be tough when you can't see," Calcine said and, with a huff of air, blew out a plume of hot smoke that rolled over Mercury. Brandy bucked her body to shake under Mercury, gripping that wonderfully firm ass and pulling her in tighter. If she wanted to cut, she'd have to do it blind and with Brandy thrashing their bodies about.
The thrashing came with some problems. Mercury's cock was already pretty stiff, and the slapping of it on Brandy's chest and chin actually hurt. That monstrous thing was as much a club as a cock!
The ground under Brandy went wet as Calcine's Move liquified it, not that Brandy could do much but sink into it with Mercury's weight on her chest. Mercury's glowing purple eyes wavered through the smoke, and her horn gleamed as shadows dived into the smoke to try to grab her. There was a crack of impact as she flicked someone with the glimmering horn and a scream and a heavy thud, a horn Move was expected, but that had hit like a truck!
"Got her, got her!" Sparky said, still in the cloud. More wet stickiness overcame Brandy as she felt the tendrils of Sparky's web drop onto her. "Calcine, get your heavy ass back up!"
Mercury growled, purple eyes gleaming as she tried something else, but Sparky must have brushed it off as she cackled in the smoke. "I love tying up tall ladies! Always think they're going to win."
Brandy would have to watch out for that one later.
The smoke was clearing, and Mercury flicked her head the moment she could see Sparky, catching her with her horn and flicking her away. Sparky acrobatically tumbled in the air and landed on her hands and feet in a slide. It was actually damn impressive how cool she looked doing it.
Brandy knew time was short. If Mercury got her footing back, they were boned. "Pull Calcine! Quickly now!"
Mercury had knocked Calcine a good few feet from them, but Sparky had stuck a web from her to Mercury in the melee, a rope of sticky webbing bound around Mercury's chest and squeezing her tits as Brandy got up, movement jerky from having to move her limbs with the mud. Mercury was scarily strong, but where Calcine's muscles wouldn't cut it, the Rock Polish-shaped earth helped by locking over her limbs and letting her slowly drag Mercury off Brandy and onto her side in the already softened mud.
Mercury's eyes flashed as she tried to shock Calcine again, but Sparky slid between them and blocked Calcine's eyes from Mercury. Her body jerked about, but her compound eyes narrowed with intense concentration as she kept her senses about her.
One last slap from Mercury's cock against Brandy's tits, and then Brandy couldn't resist a cackling cry of "Timber!" as they both went over onto their side into the mud. Mercury looked pissed as she hit the mud with a splash, psychic blades scything along it to get at the webbing, but all it did was spray the pair of them down with muddy splats, Mercury's gorgeous hair sinking into the morass.
Fairy types looked damn pretty, but muddy them up, and they lost the shine. Well, that had been the plan, Mercury actually looked hot as sin even covered in mud, but the theory had been sound.
"Fuck yeah, we got her!" Sparky said, and she pounced into the mud with them and grabbed Mercury's face, holding herself close enough they were almost kissing. "Calcine, lock her in! She's just got eyes for me."
Mercury's horn glowed again, but Sparky ducked around it, and she laughed and gave Mercury's top lip a sly bite. "Not falling for that. I'm going to Bug you until you simmer down!"
Brandy wanted to take a breath of relief, but all the mud threatened to get in her mouth, so she just snorted instead. Mercury's muddy and very stiff cock pushed mud back up her nose as it bobbed before her. The darn thing was a nuisance!
"We got her! We got her!" Sparky said as Calcine firmed up the mud to keep her stuck.
"Yeah," a mud-drenched Mercury said, acid dripping in her voice. "You do. Now what?"
"Ooh, you are mad," Calcine said. "Sorry Mercury, but Brandy got you."
Brandy felt two hands grab her arms and pull her out of the mud. Mercury ripped her right off her skin with a hiss and crushed Brandy's head between Mercury's breasts. The thick length of Mercury's cock slid along Brandy's stomach and made her insides flutter.
"Well, since I'm not going anywhere now," Mercury purred, "I'm going to enjoy myself. Attack me if you want, but you'll hit your Trainer."
Brandy gulped as she felt Mercury slide her cock down her stomach, the heat blazing a path toward Brandy's pussy. If her mouth wouldn't fit it, then she didn't expect it'd be any easier down there. But Mercury seemed confident it would, with some effort, and Brandy wouldn't break. Not completely, anyway.
Okay, this part they hadn't planned for.
Chapter 64: Too Big to Fail
Summary:
Mercury gets to work. Brandy's team shows they've got some surprising tricks
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"These are some lovely legs," Mercury said as she ran her hands over them, holding Brandy up from the mud pit they'd been tossed into. Brandy wasn't sure if the psychic tricks had begun yet, but the compliment sounded genuine and actually made her feel good about herself. Mercury didn't seem the sort to compliment people just to butter them up, and her grip as they smoothed along Brandy's body was firm enough that she could enjoy the lithe muscle Brandy had.
It was a dangerous situation to be in if Brandy wanted to get out of this with her brains unscrambled. Still, credit where it's due. Mercury was a delight to be held against. Her body was firm and supportive, while her skin was as supple as silk. She felt so lovely and warm that Brandy couldn't help but rub her hands over Mercury's exploring fingers, enjoying the feeling of entangling digits and having her press back. For all Mercury was imposingly tall, she wasn't as busty as most Pokémon were. Brandy was almost even with her, and the squishing of their chests together was a fun thrill. Brandy wasn't giving her any points for that, any Pokémon who wanted to rub their breasts up against her she'd fall for, like a Steel Type thrown into the Ocean.
"Once you inherit some of those two's traits, you're going to be quite the treat." Mercury laughed as Brandy rubbed herself, slowly but clearly getting warmed up to her situation. Calcine and Sparky paced around the pit, looking for an opening.
"She's already one," Calcine said, "And you're not getting a bite."
"Yeah, those legs are ours!" Sparky raised a hand to throw some of her biting Infestation mites into Mercury's hair, but the Rapidash danced through the mud with Brandy in her arms as easily as if she'd been wholly unburdened. Brandy gasped at the sudden rush of speed, her body pressed into Mercury's, and the cock trapped between their bodies throbbed, a burning line over her stomach that made her limbs weaken. Mercury's careful grip on her was the only thing stopping her from flopping into the mud.
"I think that's up to Brandy to decide. "Mercury grinned, and she leaned in to lick at Brandy's cheek. She dragged her tongue up Brandy's face, making her head roll as she teased Brandy's ear with the tip, making her squirm even more in Mercury's grip. A total power move, but if the aim was to get Brandy more worked up, then it was a success. She badly wanted to be fucked by this seemingly unstoppable Pokémon, to let herself melt away into some furious, body-reshaping pounding.
Her experience with Orchid let her see the signs, her desires brought forth too fast and too vivid.
"You're in my head," Brandy said. "You're hot, but you're not this hot."
Mercury grinned as she watched Sparky tease out some webbing and swing it around like she would grapple hook Brandy right out of there. Sparky was a hell of a shot, but every time she went to toss, Mercury moved Brandy with a rub over her body or a quick twirl that left her dizzy.
"I'm in all your heads. It's a specialty of mine. Knowing what women want. Though it doesn't take my talent to know," Mercury said, dragging the length of her cock over Brandy's pussy, already wet and waiting. Brandy couldn't contain a low moan. It spilled out of her faster than she could think to stop it.
Knowing what they want. That had to be a clue to Mercury's limitations. Moves were strong, but there wasn't one out there that was as easy a win as mind control. Psychic Types were strong, but there was always a way of working within their powers to fight back. Admittedly, that huge cock that was working itself up against her body was making it hard for Brandy to think straight.
"You want this," Mercury growled, lifting her body like a trophy. "I know it, you know it, they know it. Call me a liar, and I'll let you go."
They were all silent, which was another clue to what was happening. Sparky should have at least said it just to be awkward. Brandy tried to say it herself, but the words caught in her throat. They just didn't feel right to say. So what did?
"I want to fuck you," Brandy said, voice firm. "I want to ride you until you break down and realize someone out there can take it."
"I want to see that," Sparky whistled, "I love it when she gets all furious."
"Well, I'm not going to sit out and watch that," Calcine said, stepping into the mud. "She's ours, and you're being far too smug about having her all to yourself. You don't realize how important the woman in your arms is."
Brandy felt her heart melt at that. Calcine wasn't usually this sappy.
"You're a sweet bunch." Mercury laughed. "I'm not out to break hearts. You're free to join in while I fuck her."
Brandy got a grip on Mercury. She'd need it in a moment. The mud on Mercury's body helped to soothe the skin on Brandy's arms that'd pulled taut when Mercury had ripped her free. Mercury was lucky Brandy hadn't gotten any of Sparky's webbing on her lips, or she'd be too sensitive to do anything with that cock of hers.
Calcine trudged through the mud to get behind Brandy and sandwich her into Mercury with a hard press. Her body was almost burning hot, making her a deliciously soft contrast to Mercury's firm muscles. Calcine took her weight as Mercury leaned her back and lined her cock up. Calcine's orange eyes stared at her, expectant.
Did she have a last-second plan? Well, maybe. But it was a wild throw of the dice.
"Remember that night we had at my home," Brandy said as she felt the press of Mercury's cockhead against her pussy's lips. Knowing that Pokémon and Humans were always compatible didn't help the nerves she felt at feeling something that should have been too big to fit. Lenna had been a struggle. Mercury felt impossible. Brandy's legs kicked as Mercury ground against her, powerful muscles trying to break through the resistance being put up to take her with one firm, mind-melting stroke. "Sparky, you were there."
"Yeah?" Sparky said she'd tried to come up behind Mercury but seemed a bit overawed by her size up close. Brandy was really tall, and Mercury had over half a foot on her, even without the horn. Brandy knew Sparky had a thing for tall women. This was not a fair matchup for her. "I mean, of course, I really got you."
"Mmm, you both learned how to really get me," Brandy said, voice cracking as her body gave under Mercury's relentless pushing. The drag of all that meat over the first few excited bundles of nerves made her mind crackle. It wasn't pleasurable. It was too intense for that right now, more a white-hot feeling that she couldn't even fully grasp. Brandy struggled to hold her thoughts in her head, hoping her Partners would catch what she was throwing out there before she lost control completely. "Really made me love the moment. Do that for us, will you? Make us feel it."
"Fuck, she's strong." Mercury groaned, a little sweat beading on her skin as she put her all into her hips. "I'm used to soft women, but the challenge of a nice, fit one. Fuck, this is the best."
"Sparky," Calcine said, "You ready to sacrifice again?"
"Yeah yeah," Sparky huffed, "I get it, I get it. This better work."
"Try it," Mercury growled, oozing confidence as she gripped Brandy's ass and pulled her in closer. Her crushing cock found Brandy's clit and mercilessly smothered it with pressure as it rolled on through.
Brandy tried to speak, but she didn't have the air to do it, her hands scratching against lines over Mercury's back as Mercury's cock buried itself inside her. Brandy's breath had caught in her throat. Being stretched by the unreal thickness of Mercury wasn't as pleasant as she'd imagined. It felt good, really fucking good, but it wasn't the tender fulfilling sex she'd had with her partners. Mercury was a thrill ride, a shock to the system that left her unable to think. Her mind was swirling with adrenaline, and it mixed with the pleasure to smother any thought that wasn't about Mercury and her slow conquest of Brandy's body.
Mercury's muscles were all around her, supporting her and squeezing her tight as she felt her body tremble outside her control. Mercury kept pressing forward, her thick shaft rubbing along Brandy's insides that were pushed to their limit and beyond, all her nerves screaming in excited panic and being bubbled up even more intensely by Mercury's power. It felt like when she'd borrowed Remy's body, her body was melting and being reshaped around Mercury's cock.
"Even howling, she's got a pretty voice," Mercury said, and Brandy's mind reeled as she tried to figure out who was screaming. Even the slightest drag of Mercury's cock across her sensitive walls had her thoughts slipping away. It wasn't until Mercury froze up that she realized it was her. She was the one howling, unable to contain herself as she got fucked senseless.
As Brandy felt the haze of pleasure lighten a little, she got to look into Mercury's shocked eyes as the Rapidash stood there, frozen still. "What," she said, breath hot against Brandy's face. "What are you doing?"
"Sucking dick," Sparky said, her slightly put-out voice muffled as she dragged a sparking tongue over the base of Mercury's cock. The electrical sparks crackled along Mercury's skin and increased its sensitivity. Brandy knew very well how disorientating that could be.
"And you said I could help," Calcine said with a grin. Then she pushed down on Brandy, forcing her further onto Mercury's cock. Mercury's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as Brandy's tight pussy pressed down on the dick that'd had its sensitivity boosted by Sparky's crackling tongue. The warmth of Calcine's body seeped into Brandy's, easing her muscles, loosening her up, helping her take it. "So we're going to help her."
Mercury shook her head, hair sparkling behind her as she seemed genuinely out of her depth for the first time since Brandy had seen her.
"What kind of team are you training here?" Mercury said, "This isn't normal!"
"You underestimated our horniness," Sparky cackled. "Brandy wasn't joking about fucking you into the ground. She's a monster."
"She's our monster," Calcine purred, hands on Brandy's hips as she helped her slide along Mercury's cock. "And I'm excited to see what she can do when she doesn't have to hold back."
Brandy loved their faith, but just because Mercury was having it rough didn't make it any easier for her! Calcine's warmth was making everything even more intense. Her soothed muscles gave more for Mercury to crush against, turning a hard fucking into a wet and sticky one instead. Just as intense and mind-shattering.
But this was the plan, and they were trying their best for her. The least she could do was try to fuck Mercury senseless before she fell apart. At least if she failed here, she would have the best time of her life doing it.
Chapter 65: Go Big or Go Home
Summary:
Brandy tries to outfuck Mercury. Sometimes you just gotta do your best.
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Brandy's hands gripped Mercury's shoulders, and her nails dug into the Rapidash's pure white skin. Brandy was high up on Mercury, her legs spread wide, knees bent over the top of Mercury's arms so Mercury could more easily bounce her while standing. Even if she was trying to beat Mercury here, Brandy had to admire her strength. Brandy had always been very fit, and she'd tried carrying her old girlfriend Cherry around before in school, and it wasn't something she could keep up for very long.
Maybe she was selling herself short. She was older and stronger now. Inheritance never really stopped, and if she had Mercury to inherit from? Well, she'd soon be lifting around all her partners, and that was tempting because getting fucked like this felt so damn good.
Calcine was true to type right now. The Rock Brandy could lean back against as she used her hips to roll and grind against Mercury's staggeringly colossal cock. Spearing herself on it would have been a bad idea usually, but Sparky could only work her magic on the parts she could get at, and if Brandy wanted to make Mercury pant, she had to have the bravery to go deep. The massaging heat from Calcine's Incinerate move proved its worth once again. It spread through her body and soothed her muscles even as she abused them by pressing down on Mercury's crushingly thick length.
Mercury clearly loved the enthusiasm. "I've had Trainers try to out fight me and outwit me, but out fuck me? It's been so long."
It just wasn't fair how quickly Mercury had recovered from her initial shock at how far Brandy's Partners were willing to go. Brandy knew she needed to be bold if she wanted any chance of getting away from the cocky Rapidash, Psychic Pokémon were very receptive to their Partners, and Mercury had used her talents to drill her way through scores of Trainers far better than Brandy.
She certainly knew how to hit all the right spots inside Brandy. Mercury's cock was stretching Brandy out, but that didn't mean the Rapidash couldn't flex her hip muscles and press down a little harder, dragging that monstrous head over Brandy's walls with an evil grin on her lips. She had a sixth sense for smashing into the parts of Brandy that made her absolutely writhe in pleasure, her legs clamping onto Mercury's side as she dug her shoulders back into Calcine and huffed fast, heavy breaths.
"I don't think you're going to do it," Mercury said as she pulled on Brandy's legs, squeezing another half an inch inside her. Just a little extra, but Brandy already felt so stuffed full that even that little bit more made her tremble. She was losing control of this. Even with Sparky and Calcine's help, Mercury was just too much.
"Big," Brandy gasped, and her hands squeezed the firm muscle of Mercury's shoulders as she tried to hold her still just to get a moment's breath. "Big talk. I can take you."
"Big talk?" Mercury snorted. "That's not what you've got big on the brain."
"Yeah, yeah, you have a huge dick, we know," Sparky said sarcastically from somewhere between them. "Can't believe I'm between two huge ladies, and it's like this."
Brandy lowered a leg to ruffle the back of her thigh over Sparky's hair. She really was giving her all down there. Brandy could feel the residual tingle from Sparky's tongue on parts of Mercury's dick. Sparky kissed her leg, just a quick peck to show she wasn't as put upon as she sounded. Mercury's power slid off Sparky some. Her Bug Type nature was a little harder to grasp. Shay's instinctual Dark Pokémon would have been all but impossible, Psychic types did better the more human-like the minds were.
"You like huge, do you, Sparky?" Mercury said as she dragged her cock almost entirely out of Brandy. A dizzying maneuver for Brandy, who'd nearly got used to the feeling of being stuffed, and now silken flesh was left fluttering, wanting for more. Once Brandy had gathered her thoughts, she stared at Mercury's icy blue eyes with confusion. Why would she let Sparky get more access to her when she was doing just fine?
The sound of Sparky licking and sucking away only got louder, and it took Brandy a hot moment to realize why. Sparky was getting to enjoy the taste of Brandy on Mercury's cock, and she was going to clean every inch of it while she could.
"Pride," Calcine whispered into Brandy's ear. Mercury watched them with amusement as she trailed her hands along Brandy's legs, letting Sparky try to tackle a cock far too big for her petite mouth.
Pride? What did that mean? Calcine bit Brandy's earlobe, a clear sign she wouldn't say more. Maybe to avoid Mercury catching on? But how did pride factor into this?
Brandy should have taken the break to puzzle it out, but if she let Mercury make all the moves, she'd lose for sure. So she bucked her hips and made Mercury's breath flutter as the freshly amped-up nerves, still wet from Sparky's tongue, got once again compressed into the wet tightness of Brandy's pussy. Pride. Sparky had mocked her, even lightly, and she'd put herself at a tremendous disadvantage just to show off to Sparky.
Sparky could lie a little, but Brandy and Calcine couldn't. That didn't mean they couldn't use this, they just had to get clever about it.
"I've had better," Brandy said, and meant it. Mercury was a really good fuck, but when Brandy was with Calcine and Sparky, they had a warm intimacy for her that made everything swim together nicely. Mercury was simply too large and too eager to prove herself. It was exciting, almost mind-melting in intensity, but the intensity wasn't all sex was about.
"Calcine's fucked me until I was a warm, wet puddle. Sparky's not even Psychic, and she left me barely unable to think."
Mercury's icy blue eyes stared so hard at Brandy that they could have bored a hole through her head. Mercury dug her fingers into Brandy's legs, clearly ready to thrust. So Brandy beat her to it, pushing herself down with some help from Calcine for support. A throaty moan bubbled up from Mercury's throat as Brandy dragged herself down Mercury's dick, Brandy's thighs gripped tight onto Mercury's sides as her body protested, screaming at her that it couldn't handle this much, this fast. Brandy bit her lip and ignored the warnings, and Calcine, bless her, didn't need to be prompted. She grabbed hold of Brandy's ass and helped push.
"I'm sure they're great," Mercury said, every word spat out like it tasted bad. Her body had a tremble that wasn't there before, and her cock throbbed inside Brandy. It was big enough that she couldn't miss it, that heartbeat pulse pressing against her walls. "But I'm sorry, I'm going to make a liar of you for that."
Brandy tried to rob her of the momentum again, but Mercury gripped tighter on her legs and held her in place. Brandy had no chance against her unreal strength. Then Mercury powered into Brandy with a thrust so that Calcine's feet slid against the ground as Brandy was pressed back into her. Brandy's stomach lurched, and it felt like it was trying to force its way up her throat as Mercury pushed deeper than she ever had. A cry of pain and surprise ripped out from Brandy's lips.
"Go easy, or I'll burn it off!" Calcine snarled, but Mercury didn't hear her. Her focus was entirely on Brandy now as she pressed her body closer, Sparky having to dive out of the way as their bodies crashed together. Mercury buried Brandy's head in her neck, muffling Brandy's cries with her own skin.
"I want to feel your heart beating against the tip of my cock," Mercury growled. "You're never going to forget this. You'll dream of it every night."
Brandy shuddered against her, heat coursing through her veins at Mercury's words. The burning, throbbing pressure within her was overwhelming. She pressed her ass back into Calcine's hands, amazed she couldn't see the bulge of Mercury's cock along her stomach. She felt like she'd driven so impossibly deep that something should have broke. Even the simple act of breathing made the pressure flutter in unbearably intense ways.
But she'd done it. She'd gotten all of Mercury in her, even if she'd had to prick her pride to get her to do it. Now she had to stick to what'd worked so far, find the nerve to go further than even Mercury believed possible.
"Calcine," Brandy gasped as her spine arched. Fuck, speaking was even worse. Mercury's cock stroked inside of her and heated her body up hotter than even Calcine's touch. "Rapid Spin"
Calcine laughed in disbelief as her fingers dug into Brandy's ass for grip. The firm touch of her partner was keeping her anchored to reality because everything else about this was just too much. "Of course, my love, let's see how she handles a proper fucking."
Brandy wasn't sure Rapid Spin had ever been used like this before. Calcine rubbed Brandy over Mercury, their hips ground together as Calcine swirled Mercury's cock around Brandy's wet insides. It was absolutely blissful torture for both of them, Mercury lost all control of herself as the pleasure of her cock being dragged around Brandy's tight embrace swept over her. Calcine was merciless, building up the friction between the two women until Mercury couldn't take it anymore.
Brandy couldn't either. An orgasm hit her so suddenly she choked on it, her entire body shaking as she tried to breathe, only to be hit by even more pleasure.
Brandy's vision swam. Calcine was stirring them together until their feeling bled into each other, the intense rubbing of skin smoothed along by their sweat. When Brandy finally opened her eyes, she saw Mercury's face inches away from hers. Mercury's lips were parted, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she stared at Brandy like she was Arceus herself. She looked teary-eyed, a strange expression for someone so absolutely confident in herself. Brandy let instinct take over and dove in for a kiss, slurping up that tongue and going hard on the kiss with Mercury as she felt her dick pulse and a thunderous burst of seed rushed into her.
Victory wasn't that easy, of course. Mercury was still hard as a rock and ready for another round. All that cum had only made it easier for Calcine to stir up Brandy's insides with Mercury's thick cock. Brandy had tried her best, she really had, but it was all too much for her. She was just fucking spent.
With Calcine still powering her onto Mercury, Brandy felt her adrenaline finally burn out and the exhaustion of it all wash over her, drifting off with the biggest smile on her face.
Chapter 66: One Last Thing
Summary:
The Aftermath of Mercury bangin'
Brandy lets one thing slip.
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Brandy woke up suddenly, her heart pounding in her chest. The bright sun above stung her eyes, but she couldn't move her arms. They had dug into the ground with her feet and lifted her body into the air, her back arched almost fully, her breathing far too rapid and flustered for any kind of rest. A moment of panic washed over her as she couldn't remember where she was or what was happening, and then it hit her hard. A body-shaking orgasm that pulsed out from between her legs and crashed over her like a wave.
"Fuck me!" Brandy cried out far louder than she'd meant, her fingers taking some comfort in the cool earth as she dug out grooves. Her arms couldn't hold her and gave out, dropping her to the ground with a thump. She panted as she lay there, squinted at the shining purple spear that rose over her breasts and gleamed against the puffy white clouds and blue sky.
Wasn't that familiar? Her arms trembled as she raised a hand to stroke her cheek and try to rub some kind of energy back into herself.
"See," Sparky said from somewhere beside her, "Alarm clocks are bullshit. That's how you wake a Trainer up."
Brandy was too weak to even turn her head to look at her. She just lay there, rubbed at her aching eyes, and hoped nothing else would happen that'd send her tumbling back to sleep again.
"It may be polite to thank her," Calcine said, her hard fingers stroking at Brandy's hair to tip her head up.
A purple lance traveled down the length of Brandy's body, and her skin gleamed from all the sweat that soaked it. The mud from earlier was gone, and in its place was voluminous rainbow-colored hair, and ice-blue eyes stared back at her. Oh, right, not a lance at all, Mercury's horn.
Mercury's eyes narrowed evilly as she licked, her large tongue sunk in deep to roll over the still-aching insides of Brandy's pussy. The sudden shock of it made her thighs clamp down on Mercury's head as her whole body trembled with delight.
"Fuck! Mercury! Mercy!" Brandy squeaked.
Mercury tipped her head quizzically and gave Brandy another lick that made her body spasm and her heart pound so hard she thought it'd explode from her chest.
"I meant thank you! Thanks! Loved it!"
Mercury let her lick travel to Brandy's stomach and rested her chin on the firm muscle. "I know you did. I am Psychic, after all."
Right! She was, of course. Stupid to forget, really. Brandy was not completely clear on everything that had happened, but now she wasn't getting her mind stuffed with another orgasm some of the details flew back to her. She hadn't had her memories scrubbed out like all the others. That was good.
"So did I ... uh," Brandy tailed off that thought. "Sorry. It's weird to ask questions to someone who can read my mind."
"I can't do that all the time. Right now, you're just very easy to read." Mercury said, "You were going to ask if you'd won."
Right. Fights outside of tournaments could be pretty hazy on what the actual win conditions were, and a lot had stuff had been said while Mercury worked on touching her heart. Literally. With her dick. The thought made her blush and become very well aware of some of the aches she'd picked up.
"So did I?" Brandy said. Passing out wasn't necessarily a loss. She'd beaten Calcine without out-fucking her.
Mercury pushed herself up with her arms like a stretching cat, which was a sight to behold. The Fairy in her made her pretty in a peak athlete kind of way. Her muscles moved in exciting ways, her chest wasn't massive, but it was firm, and her confidence just snatched at your attention and trapped you in stares. She knew it too, and clearly enjoyed making Brandy fumble for her thoughts.
"Tease," Calcine snorted. An arm slid under Brandy's back to help her sit up. It meant her head swung up dangerously close to Mercury's, their lips a hair apart as her icy blue eyes stared into Brandy's mind. "Tell her already. You've made her squirm plenty enough."
Mercury clicked her tongue. "Spoilsport. I said I'd break you, and I did. But I also said I'd make you a liar, and I'm still unsure if I achieved that. I didn't get to fuck you as hard as I wanted. I had a lot left to give, and I was-" She rolled the last word around in her mouth, clearly not enjoying the taste of it. "Inelegant."
"You enjoyed it!" Sparky cackled, and she reached in to push at Brandy's cheek. They nudged Brandy forward to give Mercury's lips a peck of a kiss, the taste of her shockingly sweet. "You liked it~."
Mercury took the kiss and made it her own. She bit onto Brandy's top lip and worried it between her teeth. The little shock of pain, the light press of her teeth, made Brandy's skin tingle and her heart flutter. Her head tugged about until Mercury let her have her lip back with a snap.
"I'll punish you for gloating," Mercury said, her voice a low-pitched rumble. Sparky shivered in excitement, her arms tucked in as she hugged herself.
"I think maybe," Brandy said. "That's not going to discourage her."
"Brandy, shut up," Sparky said in a rush. "It'd be super effective!"
Mercury snorted a laugh and shook her head. "Can't believe this is how I ruin my streak."
"Wait, I won?" Brandy said, the sheer glee of the revelation giving her limbs the strength to sit up straight. "No way!"
"You didn't lose," Mercury said, "Which is a lot better than I've ever had."
"A draw?" Sparky groaned, "Ugh, lame and not even legal! She beat you, or she didn't. No worming out of it."
Calcine grabbed Sparky and put her in a headlock, though this didn't seem to calm her down any. She chewed on Calcine's arm instead, though it appeared playful as Calcine didn't throw her off again.
Sparky had a point, though. Battles weren't meant to end in a draw, and if there was no clear winner and both sides simply couldn't agree on a victor, then there was one option left.
"So, a tiebreaker? I'd love to, but I feel like you cored my insides out with a baseball bat," Brandy huffed and stroked her stomach.
"Charming," Mercury said, though she had a grin. There probably wasn't a Pokémon alive who didn't want to hear they had a big dick. "We'll work something out. How about we take a breather?"
Brandy welcomed that idea, and Mercury took over headlock duty on Sparky as Calcine set up a fire and handed out some water bottles. Brandy drank deeply, letting some of the water splash down her front. It wasn't going to clean her. That job was too big to handle while she still ached this badly. Mercury returned every glance she gave them, even as Sparky enthused about her muscles, giddy at her position. Either she had her eyes locked on Brandy the whole time or knew when to look. Mercury was hot, effortlessly so, but it unnerved Brandy to be studied that intently.
"So you came after me for money?" Mercury asked as Brandy offered her the water bottle, and she pushed it back with a shake of her head so Brandy drank more. No arguing with that stare.
"That was the idea, though the challenge of it was exciting too, I suppose. You're also, well, hot."
"I know," Mercury smiled. "So, just the challenge? Nothing to do with a certain blonde trainer?"
Brandy blushed. She hadn't expected Mercury to bring up Maple. That was just making this more awkward.
"She liked it? And she's really strong now." Brandy's mouth felt dry. This felt like a test and a trial, all wrapped in one. Mercury's Move was making her speak the truth, and this was a topic she hadn't really faced with honesty herself. "I value her opinion."
"You left her to me the last time we met. You didn't seem like a friend."
Oof. That was true, but now Brandy felt like a heel for doing it. Maple was nice, really nice. She'd never held Brandy bailing against her. Maybe they should talk about it? But then she might hate Brandy for it, and the last thing she wanted to do was make Maple sad.
Mercury reached over to punch her arm. "Don't be miserable about it. I am intimidating to fully badged-up Trainers, and you're a fresh face."
"Best you've had," Brandy mumbled, "You said it, not me."
"I said better, not best. Don't get too cocky now."
Mercury telling her not to had the opposite effect, and now Brandy couldn't help but feel a little cocky. Mercury's win record was ridiculous, and to get a compliment out of her had to be rare.
Brandy tried a grin and Mercury wiped it right off with a sweep of her hand and then tapped the tip of Brandy's nose. "You are a mess, Brandy Joyce, embarrassed one moment, excited the next. It's cute, but if you want to be stronger, you must get a grip on that."
"I know," Brandy sighed, "It's not easy, though. Calcine and Sparky always make me smile, even when they're being terrible. Maple and Mahi are gorgeous, but they make my head spin. You scare me and excite me. It's hard to think straight."
Calcine smiled as she watched the kettle boil. She was going to make those horrible boil-in-the-bag meals again. Brandy just knew it. Rock Pokémon were unrelentingly reliable, but tongues of stone were a problem sometimes.
"And you don't think you can't work on that?" Mercury said, "It's not easy, no. People desire me deeply, and I can see into their hearts. Many of their problems aren't easy, not at all. Maple was too headstrong and sure of herself. She needed to know how to lose."
What Mercury had done to Maple seemed excessive, but Brandy had to admit she had come off better for it. Though it'd taken Willow pushing Brandy into the room with her to resolve it. She could work on how confused she got about things and be more honest with her feelings. It only really got her into a flustered state when she didn't.
"Wait," Brandy said as she felt the edges of a puzzle piece in her head. "You're doing therapy?"
Mercury laughed. "No! I'm fucking people senseless, Brandy. Keep up. I'm just very nice about it afterward."
"And they agree to not tell on you because of it?"
Mercury tipped a hand in the air left and right. "Sometimes I have to encourage them not to. Sometimes they're thankful enough to leave it a mystery."
"Brandy's telling." Sparky squeaked in Mercury's armlock. "I didn't suck a dick again for no reason."
"Again?" Mercury said, her eyebrow raised.
"You two have your talk," Sparky mumbled, head sinking back into Mercury's arm. "Stupid sexy rainbow hair."
Brandy rubbed her neck nervously. "She has a point. You did say I didn't lose, and I feel like we kind of earned this."
"And if I asked nicely for you not to report it?" Mercury said.
"Then I wouldn't," Brandy said, Sparky giving her an eye-roll. "Sorry, Sparky. I'm not going to mess up her thing for money."
"You did make me lose myself. I haven't for a long time," Mercury said. "I learned something, that I shouldn't underestimate fresh-faced but surprisingly tall red-heads and that I could use a better class of challenge."
"Losing yourself is putting it lightly. You came so hard it knocked me out," Brandy said. "I felt like I'd been attached to a firehose."
Mercury stared at her again, ice-blue eyes cutting deep.
"Oh, uh," Brandy fidgeted. "Could you rephrase that for me in a sexy way? Sorry."
"No, there's no saving that. Instead, how about you go, get your payment, and I'll go train up."
Brandy nodded. That seemed fair. More than fair, she was going to get out of here with what she wanted after all!
"Wait, train up?" Brandy said, trying to understand how that applied here.
"For our rematch." Mercury said, "Go, improve your team, work on your feelings. Get some badges already. Then someday, I will come for you, and we'll settle this match."
"Maybe I'll come for you first," Brandy smiled. "I do have one binding ball left."
"Don't get cocky. I'm not that easy to sneak up on." Mercury grinned.
They sealed the deal with a fist bump. This had all worked out!
Brandy hadn't forgotten a thing!
There was a rush of air and a heavy thump as a winged woman wearing a black strapped chest wrap dropped on Mercury. Brown feathers rained down around them as she grinned madly as she pinned Mercury to the ground by the shoulders, a thick, artful stroke of black eyeliner giving the frame a mad gleam in her red eyes. Someone clung to her back, and their hand grasped the bone in the feathered Pokémon's long black hair like a carry handle.
"Found you finally!" Shay cackled as she hopped off the flying Pokémon and gave her two-toned hair an imperious flick with her hand. "Now it's my turn! Your dick is mine, Mercury!"
Brandy had forgotten ONE thing!
Chapter 67: Be Sure to Dip
Summary:
This is Shay's problem now. Post Mercury pow wow.
Notes:
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Shay had a foot planted on Mercury's chest and her head held high as she posed for the crowd. A light breeze made her quiff bounce as the bird Pokémon with far too much eyeshadow held Mercury's shoulders down. Mercury wasn't resisting, just staring at her hard enough that she should have turned to ash.
"That was cool, right?" Shay said after a long silence. "Why are you all looking so horrified? Shay to the rescue."
"I wasn't in trouble!" Brandy said, arms thrown up in the air. "We were having a moment!"
"Oh, we want more than a moment," the bird Pokémon growled as she grinned at the furious Rapidash. A Dark Type and Flying? With the eyeliner and bone in her hair, it was probably a Mandibuzz. She clucked her tongue, and bones materialized out of thin air and slashed down to pin Mercury in place. With a bright flare of Mercury's horn and a purple slash of psychic power, the bones were all neatly cut in two and bounced all around her as they clattered away.
"Damn, she looks pissed," Sparky said as she crawled out from under Mercury's arm. "Mercury is going to fuck your brains out and then twist you up into a pretzel."
Shay hugged herself, bottom lip bit. "That sounds so good. I hope she goes for it!"
Calcine was looking at her camp stove. It'd tipped over with the gust of Shay's landing and spilled the water for the boil-in-the-bag meals. Calcine had pinched her nose with her fingers as she took some calming breaths. Brandy had to give it to Shay. Being able to get Calcine annoyed was a challenging feat. But just because Brandy didn't like Calcine's cooking much didn't mean she would let Shay get away with making a mess of it.
"You need to stop wrecking stuff!" Brandy said, getting unsteadily to her feet. "Did you even apologize to Connie for wrecking her farm?"
"Yeah!" Shay said as she looked naked Brandy up and down. "It didn't take that long. Connie isn't really used to getting the good stuff. She is full of forgiveness now."
"Get off me," Mercury said, an edge to her voice that could have cut glass. "Now."
The Mandibuzz just gave her a peck of a kiss on the nose and a wide grin. "Dark Type honey, you can't order me around."
"Right," Mercury said frostily. Her horn glowed a bright purple again, and she leaned forward to plant the tip right on the Mandibuzz's throat. It only took a flex of her neck, and the slightest touch of the horn rippled out into a massive explosion that had the vulture-like Pokémon thrown high in the air, wings flapping madly to try and right herself.
Megahorn, must remember that one. Calcine had got hit by it, and it looked like it hurt.
Shay barely got the Pokéball out of her hands before Mercury grabbed her legs and rolled her right up into a ball, back smacked into the ground as she pressed her legs back until her knees were almost level with her head. "Woah, woah, give me a chance, give me a chance!" Shay said in a rushed panic.
Her ball popped open, and out spilled a familiar foxy Pokémon, who flexed her claws as she got her bearings. Her eyes lit up when she spotted Brandy, and she broke into a big grin.
"Legs!" Nicola said excitedly. "Nice to see you again. You look so good."
"Hi Nicola, it's Brandy, actually. Also, look out!"
Nicola turned to see Mercury's arm stretched out to grab her and flickered her body past it. Her tail swished as she slashed at the arm digging her claws into the skin. Mercury snorted and curled her fingers back in, a ball of light forming in her palm and exploding in a bright flare of light.
"Oof." Sparky groaned, hands cupped over her eyes. "We should probably go."
Brandy got whipped in the face by Nicola's tail as she staggered about blindly, the softest way to get slapped she'd ever encountered. As she spat out some of the hair left on her tongue, she saw the benefit of Sparky's plan. They were going to really tear this hill up before anyone calmed down.
"Mercury, help Nicola evolve after!" Brandy called as she grabbed her clothes and blinked white spots out of her eyes from the flare of light.
"I'm going to fuck this idiot in half!" Mercury yelled as Shay kicked her legs to free herself.
Okay, Shay would probably enjoy that, and she had asked. It was time to get out of there.
Shay shouted some commands to the Mandibuzz Brandy didn't catch as she gathered her clothes and took Calcine's arm. "Let's get some fresh water."
Calcine huffed an angry breath and scooped everything up. "Okay, but you're in no shape to move. I'm carrying you."
It was a deal, and as the Mandibuzz swooped back in with a crackling black ball of energy trailing behind her, the three of them got the hell out of there.
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"It doesn't look finished," Calcine said, eyeing the contents of the small frying pan suspiciously as she turned off the camp stove's heat. They'd not got that far from the hill before Calcine had put Brandy back down and insisted they get some food in her, so they'd tried cooking again, with Brandy's guidance this time. She'd convinced her not to use the bag meals. The first thing Brandy would do when she got the payout for today's work was get some real travel food.
Well, one of the first things, she might get distracted. Brandy smiled and leaned on Calcine, drawing a hand over her chest. She was still clearly upset that her work had been ruined and hardened up, but Brandy didn't mind. Maybe it was inheritance at work, but she now enjoyed the firm feeling against her skin. "You should know heat can linger. It's still cooking off the heat."
"Can't trust her, Calcine," Sparky said, "I've seen her put hot sauce in cheese sandwiches."
"That's normal!"
Calcine nodded in agreement. "Goes with anything. Put it in soup too."
Sparky gagged. "I'm going to starve in this group."
"Aww, we'll look after your delicate tongue," Brandy giggled.
"Yeah, you better," Sparky said. She poked her tongue out at Brandy and gave it a quick wiggle before continuing. "It saved your butt back there. Mercury was probably going to fuck your ass next. Then you wouldn't be able to walk or to sit down."
"I can walk," Brandy said, though she kept her weight lent on Calcine. "Kind of."
The sex with Mercury had been good, but she could see why Maple had needed to rest after it. Muscles she didn't even know she had ached. Moving wasn't impossible, but it was like trying to stretch with cramps. Very unpleasant.
"We did well. The pinning plan almost worked, and you improvised well to get out of it." Calcine said as Brandy flipped the strips of fried cheese. Sparky had been convinced it would melt into a puddle, and now the grill marks were proving her wrong she was ignoring Brandy's cooking completely.
"I'll be honest. I didn't think we'd get out of it." Sparky said "Brandy looked like she was coming undone when Mercury got her dick in. Just phased into a whole other dimension."
Brandy tensed her stomach. Her muscles had flared up just at the memory. "Meant when I said you both were better, she's intense, but I could handle it. I wasn't going to just lay there and be fucked."
"Yeah, got to use all your muscle for something," Calcine said, giving Brandy's arm a poke. Brandy snorted; she was fit but didn't have much to show as Calcine did. Calcine's love of muscles was something she might work on, though with how much sex she had lately, extra working out seemed almost pointless. She was getting worked out plenty.
"Sure, it's not bias?" Sparky said as she cut a bit off the grilled cheese in the pan. "Not just saying that to make me feel good about not being an eight-foot-tall sex machine?"
"If you were eight foot, you'd never find a girl taller than you," Calcine said as she took a bottle of sauce and offered it to Sparky. "You'd be inconsolable."
"Meant it," Brandy said as she watched Sparky open the sauce bottle and sniff it suspiciously. "I mean, if you both want to evolve into that, I'm down for it."
"Such sweet words, but she didn't say no did she Sparky?" Calcine said and hugged Brandy. Brandy's face was buried in Calcine's chest, and she just got gently pushed in further when she tried to struggle until she accepted it. "I think she's lying to us."
"Literally couldn't lie!" Brandy said, voice muffled by incredibly firm Calcine boob. "But if you don't believe me smother away."
Sparky had coated the top of her grilled cheese slice with sweet mayo and was really enjoying it. "I thought you were going to sneak me spicy sauce."
"I think we're beyond that," Calcine said as she smothered Brandy. Brandy made happy little mumbles as Calcine rubbed her back and helped relax some of her sore muscles. "You heard her. We're both studs now. Got to keep up our appearances."
There were screams in the air, faint and far off, but the wind was helping them carry, and the pair turned to look at the distant hill with Mercury and Shay on while Brandy luxuriated.
"You know," Sparky said, "We're cool and all, but I don't think we can make her scream that hard."
"Not yet," Calcine shrugged, "But it's nice to have something to work towards. Now quit hogging all the food."
"Cook more!" Sparky said as she swept up the slices from the pan onto a paper plate. "You need the practice."
"The sauce actually is spicy. I just topped it off with mayo."
Sparky squawked and jumped to grab a water bottle as Calcine stole her plate. Brandy tilted her head up and let Calcine feed her with little bites.
"You didn't do anything to the sauce, you liar," Brandy said with a poke to Calcine's stomach. Any excuse to poke the stone abs should be seized upon. "You're our Good Girl."
"Shame on Sparky for not trusting me enough to mistrust me," Calcine said with a cocky smile. "Guess we're not as close as we thought."
Chapter 68: Glazed Over
Summary:
Maple catches up with the wonderful mess that is Brandy
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SweetTreat: I know what you did, Brandy!
BrandyButter: No, you don't. You can't possibly know.
Brandy kicked her legs and looked up at the night sky's twinkling stars while she waited for Maple's reply. Sparky and Calcine were laid on either side of her, their arms reached over her stomach as they tapped their fingers together with bursts of electricity and flame. They'd been at it for nearly ten minutes now. While it had amused Brandy initially, she was going to read her Poké-dex until they decided on a winner.
SweetTreat: Bet?
BrandyButter: Calcine and Sparky are already betting on me. I'm still broke! I got nothing to bet.
SweetTreat: What are they betting?
BrandyButter: Who gets to share my sleeping bag. If they both climb in, I'll become a pancake.
She could see that Sparky was determined to win, but sweat had already seeped into her fur and made it a matted mess. Calcine hissed louder with every shock, but Brandy felt she was enjoying it more than she let on. Did she lose if Sparky made her cum? The rules weren't clear on that at all.
SweetTreat: Mahi said she'll crush you if they don't.
BrandyButter: No way, have you seen my thighs? I'd snap Mahi like a twig.
Hopefully, Mahi wasn't reading this right now.
SweetTreat: POP YOU LIKE A BUBBLE
Whelp.
BrandyButter: Hey Mahi! You better be taking care of Maple.
"Calcine!" Sparky gasped as she rubbed some of the sweat on her cheeks off Brandy's chest. Brandy ruffled her hair with one hand as she worked her phone slowly with the other. "She's talking to Maple."
"You've been talking to her all week," Calcine said as she pressed a flame onto Sparky's thumb and made her squeak.
"Snitch!" Sparky gasped and laced her fingers with Calcine. Their hands held together became a crackling ball of fire and lighting, and both were too stubborn to give in despite it.
BrandyButter: Sparky told you.
SweetTreat: Yeah she did. I win the bet!
BrandyButter: We didn't bet anything!
SweetTreat: DOUBLE DATE
Brandy wasn't sure if Mahi or Maple had typed that, but it was a terrifying idea either way. Either Mahi was out to get at her, or Maple was ... she wasn't even sure what Maple would do to her.
"Absolutely yes," Sparky said as she peeked at Brandy's screen, "Calcine, Double Date with Maple."
"Oh, yes. That sounds wonderful." Calcine said, "Can we, Brandy?
Brandy bit her lip as she looked at them. She felt like she was being thrown to the Zigzagoon's again.
"Please?" Sparky said, and she pulled Calcine's hand down, the fire and electricity hot against Brandy's stomach. She'd gotten some resistance lately, and they weren't going too hard, but the soothing heat mixed with Spark's sensitivity-boosting electricity made her feel like they had thrown her out of the cold straight into a sauna.
"She's going to eat me alive," Brandy said and slapped their hands. They evaded it by going lower. Fingers teased at the edge of her skirt as they looked at her smugly. "Oh no, you two make real arguments, no finger fucking me into agreeing!"
"Bet I can make her moan first," Calcine said.
"You're on." Sparky grinned, and the pair wrested to be the first to get their hand free of the other and into Brandy's skirt.
BrandyButter: You've no idea what you've started.
SweetTreat: Show me?
Brandy's breath hitched as Calcine and Sparky planted kisses across her stomach. They tussled with their fingers to get inside her. She wouldn't let them have it this easy and shuffled her hips to keep them out of her pussy as best she could. However, a few firm strokes were throwing her off, her Poké-dex's autocorrect doing its best to fix the mess she typed.
BrandyButter: You won't tell me about your Marill, so just imagine.
"We're going to fuck her, and she's still chatting with Maple," Sparky gasped. "She barely cares for us."
"I'm just letting her know how good you are," Brandy said and blew Sparky a popping kiss. "She's very jealous."
Sparky blushed at the praise. Recognition was still proving a really easy way to bring color to Joltik's cheeks. Calcine took the moment of distraction to curl her fingers in deep. The firm digits rubbed a hard line along Brandy's walls until they reached the roof and rolled back to press down on her clit until she saw an awful lot more stars in that night sky.
"Calcine! Still sore from Mercury, be gentle?" Brandy pleaded, though half-heartedly. She was sore for sure, but Calcine's warm fingertips made the soreness worth putting up with.
Brandy looked at her phone to see she'd just sent Maple a completely nonsense string of letters as her hand had squeezed the Dex while Calcine stroked her.
SweetTreat: Are you texting me while getting fucked!?
BrandyButter: I did not start texting you while getting fucked.
SweetTreat: You're unbelievable.
"I'm sorry," Brandy said, dropping her Poké-dex to her chest. It wasn't a smart, dramatic move as it slapped right down on her nipple and made her gasp. "I had to tell her I wouldn't do it."
"You absolute liar," Sparky said as she got her fingers back in a tussle with Calcine's. It was a little much for Brandy, who didn't need to feel quite this stuffed so soon after taking Mercury, and the pair of them reflexively slowed as her discomfort showed. "You have the hots for Maple. You'd never say no to her."
"I don't!" Brandy said, "She's a friend."
"A hot blonde friend with a perfect body," Calcine murmured, eyes aglow as she fixed Brandy with a stare. "Which you couldn't keep your eyes off."
"She is pretty," Brandy mumbled and shuffled her hips so the pair could adjust their angle. They'd both cozied up to her side, making her feel like the sandwich filler for her partners. Not a bad thing at all.
Her Dex vibrated on her chest a few times as a stream of messages came in, but she ignored it. The light of their campfire looked pretty as it glowed off Calcine's skin, and she wanted to enjoy this moment. Aches and all.
Calcine and Sparky were having a blast. They were gently fingering her so they didn't hurt her, but there was a lot of competitive sabotage going on inside her pussy. It made the whole thing a sloppy experience, a constant build and fade as the two teased each other off. Calcine's warm fingertips made Brandy bubble and melt back, while Sparky's made her back arch, and got a few moans to roll around in her mouth. Together, they were coaxing some wonderfully weird noises out of her.
"Answer it," Sparky said as she kissed Calcine's neck. The two had sunk together over Brandy's body at some point over her and were getting all smoochy. "Come onnn, she's begging if she's typing that fast."
Brandy took a few tries to get her phone in hand. Her arms were already feeling wobbly from the pair going at her, but eventually, she got a good grip. Only to see her chest had been typing plenty for her, sending Maple garbled messages while she'd replied with guesses of what they were doing to her. They were wildly off, if very creative.
BrandyButter: I'm sore, and I don't think my legs bend that far.
SweetTreat: Oh, I don't know. I've seen you bend those legs pretty far.
She had? Brandy was pretty sure she hadn't done anything athletic with Maple around. Maybe back when they'd been learning to be Trainers, she'd watched Brandy doing after-school sports. Maple was another admirer she'd never noticed? No, no way. Absolutely no way she could be that dense.
BrandyButter: Okay, okay, Double Date then. When?
SweetTreat: After you go to the Gym.
BrandyButter: There's no way she told you that! I'd have seen her snatch my Dex.
Brandy stared at her phone suspiciously and rolled her hips as her Partners found a slow but intense rhythm and took it in turns rubbing deep into her. She gave them a few nudges with her legs, which just got her thighs molested by them as well. She hoped Maple was a quick typist because she wasn't sure she'd last much longer.
Maple didn't get back with a reply but a picture, one Brandy had to turn a few times to understand. It was a picture taken right along the ass of a white-haired woman laid out on her front. Her arms splayed out beside her as the camera holder pressed her chest into the ground. It looked like someone had tried to turn her into a cake with all the white frosting glazed on her back and her tongue hanging out her mouth like a Fennekin in heat.
The 'frosting' had carved out into the words 'Under Route 5 Bridge' on that butt which honestly was just a little wild. Did Mercury spend time carving that, or was she meticulously doing it while cumming? So many questions. With the message and that butt Brandy was quite recently familiar with, she could tell who the absolutely destroyed person was and not even feel guilty because they'd absolutely deserved it.
BrandyButter: Mercury sent you this?
SweetTreat: YEAH. WHY? WHAT'D YOU DO?
BrandyButter: That's Shay. She's a friend. Kind of. She was meant to tell me where something was. 100% deserved it, and, like, 90% wanted it.
SweetTreat: She looks like an Alcremie.
BrandyButter: Well, she's not usually covered in cum.
Brandy giggled at the thought of Shay getting what she wanted, which was unwise with Calcine and Sparky four fingers deep in her. They mercilessly pressed into her until she was moaning instead. Dex hugged to her chest as her body twitched.
BrandyButter: I may have worked Mercury up some. It's fine! She's after me, not you.
SweetTreat: I'm giving her your number.
BrandyButter: NO.
SweetTreat: Double Date, or I do it. I'll see you there. Tell your two I said to fuck you harder.
She didn't need to. Sparky and Calcine had that covered. Brandy had never had an orgasm while experiencing mortal peril. There was a first time for everything.
Calcine and Sparky couldn't decide who'd won, so they broke her sleeping bag as they both tried to stuff in it with her.
She'd have to buy a bigger one. At least she would finally have some money to play with. If Maple didn't find a way to bankrupt her again on their date.
Chapter 69: Nice
Summary:
Brandy meets a Researcher and Sparky meets an old "friend"
Notes:
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"I'm warming up to the skirt," Brandy said with a bounce in her step as Turrfield appeared over the horizon. It made her skirt swish in a way that had Sparky's head flick down to look reflexively with every swing. The Joltik twitched like she'd been shocked as she drank in glimpses of her thigh.
"I worried you'd put it away now that it isn't vital to our success over Mercury," Calcine said as she leaned her body over to tug at the edge of Brandy's skirt. Brandy let herself go with the pull and bumped into Calcine's side. She draped her arm over Calcine's shoulders and pulled her into a side hug. Calcine wasn't quite tall enough to lay her head on Brandy's shoulder, but not so short she fit under Brandy's arm properly, so it was an awkward position for them both to walk in. Brandy was jostled about as Calcine's stubby horns tapped against Brandy's cheek, and Calcine tried to find a way to get comfortable.
"Maybe it could have been. We never actually tried it. Mercury is a skirt chaser," Brandy said, a laugh half-formed, and let out a snort as Calcine fidgeted. "Next time, we'll try it."
"Mercury seemed worked up. Next time, she might just rip it off," Sparky said as she caught Brandy's skirt on the backswing and gave it a tug. Brandy reached up to grab one of Calcine's horns for stability as she felt her walk thrown off by the sudden jerk, Calcine forced down to rest onto her shoulder.
"Sparky!"
"Can't resist. It's so grabbable," Sparky said, impish glee in her voice. "I want to get a ruler and just slap the back of these thighs."
"That is a weirdly specific thing you want to do to me."
"Yeah, it is," Sparky said wistfully and made some ruler-cracking noises as she gave the back of Brandy's legs some light slaps.
Brandy knew she had a lot to learn about relationships, but this particular kink she was just going to leave alone. Hopefully, if she ignored it, Sparky would find a new one to latch onto, though her legs had proved a pretty enduring part of Sparky's attention of late. With Calcine tucked under one arm and Sparky dogging her heels, Brandy rechecked her Pokédex. They were almost atop the flashing dot on the map, not that they'd seen much but fields and trees.
"We could just go to the Poké-center if we can't find her." Calcine said, "Researchers are fun, but they're also pretty bad at keeping their possessions and bodies in the same place."
"Because they strip a lot," Sparky added helpfully. "I have a sister who collects their socks."
"Why socks?" Brandy said, "I mean, of all the things to keep."
"Sometimes you just don't ask why someone does something," Sparky said, "Just be glad they're enjoying themselves."
Brandy stopped as Sparky went for another swat of her thighs, and Sparky bumped straight into her rear. Brandy didn't like to use her height to mess with people, but Sparky really had earned this one. "Enjoying yourself?"
"All right! Point taken." Sparky laughed and leaned to massage the reddened thighs through their tights. "I'll fix my mistakes."
It wasn't much of a punishment, but it felt nice, so Brandy allowed it. They walked on in a content, if not particularly fast, blob through the outskirts of Turrfield.
Coming around the twisty, hedge-lined path is where they finally saw the Researcher. She had a striking look, long hair the same light color as a stick of blueberry gum was partly tied back into a ponytail. The rest of it hung down or was tucked behind her ear, giving her a triple-layered hairstyle that had to be part Inheritance, or she must have the most extended morning routine ever. She had her eyes squeezed shut and a big smile on her face, though that had nothing to do with their arrival.
"Oh no," Sparky said as she realized what was happening. "Oh noooooo."
The Researcher was bent over a stone wall, cushioned by her large breasts, and her head held up with one hand from the Pokémon behind her. The Researcher's body was held in place with two more of the Pokémon's hands. A fourth had a firm grip on her hips, which was needed because the Pokémon behind her had decided to rail her so hard that without all those handholds, the Researcher would have bounced right over the wall and landed in a heap.
The Pokémon was familiar, with six bright blue eyes arranged like a dice face and shaggy yellow fur along her limbs and shoulders, giving her a messy lioness look. She was tall, possibly as tall as Brandy was. It'd be a close match-up.
"Sparky!" the tall woman squeaked. "How is my tallest little girl?"
Sparky had her head in her hands, an uncharacteristic blush on her cheeks. "Nooooooo," she wailed, low but persistent until her breath gave out, and the sound faded to the tiniest of whines.
"Oh!" the Researcher gasped as her eyes popped open. "Fuck don't stop, Gamma, don't stop! It's almost perfect."
She scratched at the wall as she tried to get her hair out of her eyes and look at the group. She plastered on a smile that was immediately ruined by a roll of her eyes and a slutty moan. "Ah! A little less speed, Gamma, let me savor it, but you've really improved."
"Paprika," Calcine said, "It's nice to see you again."
"Mmmm," the Researcher, Paprika, replied. Or basked in the afterglow of an orgasm, it was hard to tell.
Gamma didn't stop fucking her either way, the Pokémon running a hand along Paprika's throat as she slowed her pace a little. "Sparky, come here! It's been forever."
Brandy felt like a third wheel to all this, but Calcine dragged her forward as Sparky reluctantly came with them. She was taller than Gamma but barely by a few inches. Gamma whistled in appreciation as she tilted her head slightly to look up at her.
"So tall. Where were you when I was a Joltik?" Gamma purred as Paprika writhed happily in her grip.
"Gamma!" Sparky gasped, "Hands off, she's mine."
"I got plenty of hands, Sparky, my petite sweetheart. I have to put them somewhere," and Gamma reached out to grab Sparky and drew her in, giving her a side hug with two of her arms while she carried on fucking Paprika senseless in an actually impressive display of multitasking.
"Petite Sweetheart?" Brandy said, disbelief at the idea anyone could find Sparky sweet. She was many beautiful things, but she was not a sweetheart.
"My little sister," Gamma said as she pawed at Sparky's cheeks. Sparky bit every finger she could, but Gamma didn't even seem to mind. "My precious little darling."
Obviously, Gamma was a Galvantula, but that also meant she was a Bug Type, so she had mischief in her blood. Was she doing this as an act, or did her mischief come out in this overly sappy sister stuff?
"Stop saying little, you giant pest!"
Gamma cackled and picked Sparky off her feet. Right, Brandy didn't like height bullying, but Gamma was a Bug type, and of course, she loved it. Mischief on purpose it was.
Brandy turned to Paprika and tried to hold eye contact with Paprika to get her attention. With how glazed over Paprika's eyes were, Brandy wasn't even sure she was entirely in this reality. There was probably an etiquette for how to speak to people getting fucked silly, but she didn't know what it was!
Calcine did know how to get her attention. She pressed a thumb into Paprika's mouth and tugged on her cheek. A warm whine rolled in Paprika's throat as she tried to suckle on the thumb. "Want to talk, Paprika. You in there?"
"Dick," Paprika said. A little drool dripped off Calcine's finger. "'s good"
"Yeah, you're very good at taking it. But need your wonderful brain right now." Calcine said.
Paprika had lost focus all focus, Gamma was fucking Paprika so hard Brandy felt she should be able to hear her brains rattle around in her skull. All while holding Sparky off her feet and teasing her. Multi-arms came with multi-tasking it seemed.
"Brandy heeeeelp," Sparky squeaked as Gamma blew raspberries on Sparky's stomach.
She wasn't about to let anyone bully her Partner, even if they were a sister. Brandy got her arms around the Galvantula's hips and pulled. Her cock slid out of Paprika with a syrupy noise that made everyone's spine tingle. Paprika had really enjoyed herself so far. Arms burning, she held up Gamma, who, without her footing, had to drop Sparky.
"No picking on my Partner," Brandy growled as she glared at those blue eyes. "She's mine."
"Oh, my fucking word," Gamma gasped, "And I thought I was already hard. Now I really want you."
Oh. Well. Maybe not quite the reaction Brandy had hoped for, but one she could work with.
"Need to talk with Paprika. Wait your turn, or I'll hang you by the collar off a tree."
Gamma squirmed with delight, and her legs kicked in the air. The sheer weight of her was too much, and Brandy had to let her drop. Gamma wrapped Sparky up in a hug immediately, her breath quick as she stared at Brandy.
"You picked a really good one, sister. Everyone's going to be jealous."
"Yeah, a tall order to beat you," Sparky grinned. "But I reached for new heights."
Chapter 70: Attention Grabbin
Summary:
Brandy tries to get Paprika to pay attention. It isn't easy.
Notes:
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"Electroweb," Sparky said.
"Psh, not as good as Sticky Web," Gamma said as they summoned a ball of sticky white webbing in her hands.
"What? Way better. It's a web and electric too. Two for one."
"You can only do single shots. I can do whole nets with this." Gamma said as she stretched the web out and whipped it into a net; she swung it around on the end of a web lasso. "Way more versatile, and it makes people look like I painted them after fucking them, which is great for teasing."
"Damn, okay, that is pretty funny. I got Thunder Wave though!"
"What? Aw, nice." Gamma said and then smiled. "I got Electro Ball a week back."
Sparky puffed her cheeks out. "Could have let me have that one. I'm the second in our family to Thunder Wave after you."
"Do better, pipsqueak."
"You seen my Partner's legs? I'm doing the best of all of us."
Gamma tapped her chin as she tried to think up a response, her other three arms folded across her chest. "Okay, fine. You can have your first point, but don't get smug about it."
"You've been smug about your Wild Evolution for years. I'm going to be smug." Sparky grinned, "When Brandy helps me Evolve, I will be properly insufferable."
Brandy let Gamma and Sparky tease each other. After her intervention, Gamma hadn't been doing as well making the Joltik blush, and trying to get them to stop was impossible; you could only push against nature so much. At least she gave Sparky the weapons to win, and their sisterly bickering kept their cocks out of Paparika so they could talk to her.
Though she already had her mind set on a new target, her head rolled into Calcine's lap as she rubbed at the bulge through Calcine's shorts, the layered waves of her blue hair fluttering as Calcine stroked her fingers through Paprika's fancy hairstyle.
"I remember this," Paprika said, "It was always a long trip to get down to your mine to make sure you all weren't getting lonely. Finally decided to come out, Calcine?"
"I would if I felt someone would make it worth my time." Calcine tipped her hand to Brandy. "And someone did."
"You know each other?" Brandy said as she got a seat on the wall next to Paprika. Naked and skin shining with sweat, the red still glowed on Paprika's cheeks from Gamma's affections.
"Know her? I named her." Paprika said proudly. "Said I could have something after one of our sessions."
"I meant you could bind me, but I like the name." Calcine said, "And it's probably for the best. Not sure the Research assistant life is for me. I like the battling too much."
"To be fair," Brandy said and leaned over to give Calcine's cheek a peck of a kiss. Just to show she was okay with everything going on, Paprika wasn't doing anything heavy, but it was at least polite to make it clear you didn't have issues with any old flames. "We've had our share of 'researching' lately."
"Hey! Researchers aren't all about getting into Pokémon's pants." Paprika said through the fabric of Calcine's shorts as she tried to pull them down with her teeth. She blinked up at Brandy's disbelieving stare with the hem of Calcine's pants literally in her mouth, then with a shrug, kept at her tug of war to get Calcine naked. "Maybe I am right now, but that isn't all of it."
"Sometimes the pants come off themselves," Gamma said and gave Paprika's rear a series of slaps as she swung three arms past it. Each one had her moan right into Calcine's lap and mashed her face up against the hard length that struggled against Calcine's shorts.
"They also do Move Testing and take field notes, right?" Brandy said pointedly. "To make Trainer's lives easier."
Trainers aimed to bind powerful Partners or train up their Partners until they could be strong enough to face down even a Legend. It was a life with a lot of exhausting sex, yet they were nothing compared to Researchers, who threw their bodies at Pokémon simply to see what happened. Hopelessly horny messes all of them and yet also valuable for keeping track of where Pokémon were, their current moods, and any changes to the local environment to watch out for. Thanks to them, the new Combee hive down by Axewell Lake had been found and contained so quickly, something that'd briefly worried everyone when Brandy was quite young.
Helpful when they can focus. Paprika was still stunned by the slaps she'd taken and wiggled her ass at Gamma for more. Brandy took it upon herself to catch Paprika's attention and stung the palm of her hand as she gave Paprika's ass a slap so firm it made everyone jump.
"I'd love you to help me, Paprika," Brandy said sweetly. "If you're free."
Paprika mashed her face into Calcine's lap as she rolled her ass back into Brandy's palm. She raised an arm and gave Brandy a thumbs up. It was about the best attention she could expect from Paprika right now.
"Is she always like this, Sparky?" Gamma purred as she watched Brandy rub away the sting of her slap. "I think I'm in love."
"Nah, she's usually a marshmallow. It's a treat when she gets all fired up like this."
"We got information about Mercury," Brandy ignored the Bug Typed peanut gallery. "We'd like you to update her records, Paprika."
"Well, that's not what I'd like Paprika to do for me," Calcine said, "But I'll wait for Brandy to go first."
"Right! Right," Paprika rolled her head in Calcine's lap to look at Brandy. She didn't pull away from the outline of Calcine's cock and lazily rubbed her cheek against it instead as she talked. Calcine kicked the stone wall as she steeled herself to endure it. "So when did you lose to Mercury? Recently? You look a bit too mobile for that."
"I didn't lose," Brandy said, "It's ongoing, but I'd like to report some of her moves."
"Right, right," Paprika said. Brandy watched her eyes flick about as she searched her brain for information on what Brandy had told her before her face lit up in surprise. "You want to WHAT?"
"You beat Mercury?" Gamma said, "Really?"
"Ongoing!" Brandy said, "We couldn't agree on a winner."
"Is this a joke?" Paprika said, "Mercury's a local legend."
"I can confirm." Calcine said, "They had sex and couldn't decide who'd won, so they put the result on hold until they could rematch. We found out some of her moves during it."
"Incredible," Gamma said and looked up at Brandy with her bottom lip bit. "You must be an incredible lay."
"Okay, cool your blood there." Brandy said, "It was a team effort. I'm not special. My Partners are."
"Disagree," Sparky said, "The thighs don't lie, Paprika. She's the next Red."
"Red was short," Calcine said. "Everyone knows that."
"Not in Joltik canon," Sparky huffed. "Seven-foot tall Pokémon Queen, easy."
"Eight if you're a Galvantula" Gamma nodded and laughed as Sparky pushed a hand into her fluffy fur and shocked her. "Maybe nine! We can handle so much more!"
"So you're Big Red?" Paprika mumbled, still not over what she was hearing and taking the Bug crowd far too seriously.
Brandy could sense Gamma and Sparky latch onto that idea with firm bites as their eyes squinted in thought. She'd need to press on with this if she didn't want an embarrassing nickname.
"Just Brandy, please. We saw her use Confusion, Psycho Cut, Megahorn, and Dazzling Gleam."
"Let's go through it." Paprika said, "I want to hear the whole thing."
It was a long story to get through, and by the time she'd finished, Paprika had sat up and wedged herself between Calcine and Gamma, with Sparky on her lap. They all hung off her words as she described the rather intense and muddy experience she'd been through with Mercury. Sparky and Calcine had been there, but they seemed thrilled to hear about Brandy's experience so much that they didn't even chip in and just listened patiently. Paprika took some notes on her Pokédex; Brandy thought it was a special black one until she noticed the spots of red. It was just signed by Pokémon, and there'd been so many on there that it was almost painted black with marker pen.
Never underestimate a Researcher. What they lacked in fighting skills, they more than made up for in stamina and sheer enthusiasm.
"You sure it was Confusion, not Psybeam?" Paprika said as Brandy finished. "Trainers often confuse the two, I'm afraid."
"No beam," Calcine said. "She got it with me right away. Stiffened my limbs."
"Well, that seems clear cut, Dazzling Gleam, though? That's rare for a Rapidash here."
"It's Mercury," Brandy said. "I'm sure she has plenty of tricks we didn't see left. But the flash was a clear one."
"Well, there'll be a rush on her after this. People have wondered what Moves she's had since she turned up."
Brandy was reasonably sure that was part of the reason Mercury let her keep the knowledge. A fresh stream of Trainers to fight would no doubt let Mercury hone her skills. She'd have to push herself if she didn't want to get put in the Poké-center. It was strange even to care, but Brandy didn't want to disappoint Mercury when they next met. The Rapidash was a terror for sure, but one with some good intentions in there, and if Brandy could take what she brought, she'd get an experience to top all the ones she'd had so far.
"Okay, sent," Paprika said. "As long as Regional Admin confirms it, you'll get paid in the hour. If you lied, then you'll be in trouble!"
"She didn't," Calcine said and popped her mouth thoughtfully. "We should wait an hour to confirm it, just in case we need you to resend."
"An hour to wait?" Sparky groaned, "Oh no, what will we do? Gamma, do you have any ideas?"
Gamma picked Paprika up with a squeak and gave her side a bite. The Researcher gave a mewling groan that made Brandy wonder what Bug Bite felt like. Or even what Struggle Bug ... no, she wouldn't go there. Scoria could keep her secrets.
"Gamma might not share." Brandy said, "She was here first."
"I'll share." Gamma said, "But Paprika's got to score who is the better of Sparky and I."
"Oh, you're on!" Sparky grinned. "I've got tricks now."
Calcine flicked a little puff of flame at them both. "I'm involved too."
"A three-way contest! You're on. No way two Crackling Bugs lose to a Warm Rock."
"Paprika's not going to be able to say anything after that. I'll judge," Brandy said. It was her best shot to stay out of it. Her soreness hadn't faded from Mercury yet.
"Does the winner get a prize?" Gamma grinned.
"Win and find out," Brandy said and gave her legs a kick.
Brandy could feel their gaze on her as they followed the glimpse of her thighs and saw their eyes all glow a little brighter as they mentally picked out their own prize. Hopefully, this didn't end in her getting charged with Paprika's murder.
Chapter 71: Everyone's a Winner
Summary:
Paprika gets used for a competition. A winner is crowned. Paprika finally does her job.
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"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! So big! It feels so good!"
It was very noisy in the countryside today.
"I'm cumming again! You're both too much. Every touch, it's like fire, ah ah!"
Impossibly noisy. Brandy was all for being open with your feelings in sex, but Paprika's brain was so open her thoughts all fell right out of her mouth. Brandy unwrapped a piece of jerky carefully and examined it, a blush on her cheeks. She felt a stare fixed on her and looked up to see Calcine trying to catch her eye. Calcine's fingers sunk into Paprika's long layered hair as Calcine held Paprika's head up so she could moan her lungs out.
"You're both so big. I can't take it anymore! Don't stop!" Paprika yelled, jumbled messages continued to spill from her lips as her body shook from the force of Sparky and Gamma's hammering hip thrusts. Gamma propped Paprika up while Sparky was literally riding her ass. Paprika had unwound really fast once the pair pounded both her holes. It had been fun at first, but Sparky and Gamma had a vicious competitive streak, and it had gone on and on. It was hard to listen to fucking for this long and not feel a bit of a desire to jump in, even if you knew it'd probably break you.
She tried to distract herself with the jerky, biting down on it and feeling the meaty taste hit her tongue. Calcine grinned and pressed her cock into Paprika's mouth, bulging out her cheeks as she rolled it around in Paprika's mouth, the poor researcher's cries muffled by all that dick and the taste. It was hard not to draw a comparison.
Brandy put the jerky back down and glared at Calcine. "You did that on purpose."
"I'm trying to win points." Calcine said, "Competition is ... stiff."
"You're catching puns off them too. Do I need to keep you separated? I'm not going to put up with the first Bug Type Rolycoly."
Calcine just grinned wider. Paprika's admirable effort to cram as much of Calcine's dick down her throat would have been enough to explain that Gengar grin, but Brandy knew Calcine enjoyed making her squirm more than Paprika. "You would. You love us."
Brandy huffed and folded her arms sulkily. It was a really good argument, and she didn't have a counter. "Don't choke her to death."
"She'll tap if she's struggling. Won't you, Paprika?"
Paprika's gurgled her answer cheerfully around Calcine's cock. She'd wet it up really fast, giving the coal-black skin a mirror spit shine. Brandy would grudgingly admit she could be a little overly horny at times, but Researchers really were something else. Paprika was almost feral with how she enjoyed herself, and everyone seemed to appreciate it. Did she have to push herself to act the part, or did it come naturally?
Paprika was certainly coming naturally. Darn it, she was catching the pun bug too.
Still, it did make Brandy think about what Paprika was doing here for her three partners and in turn, what Brandy herself did. Brandy always tried her best in sex, but she'd never been all that introspective about how she could improve. What did Pokémon really want in a woman?
Paprika's eyes rolled back into her head as her body shook. Another orgasm crashed through her and broke against a second orgasm pounded into her from Calcine's end. Brandy had never seen a human's spine curl like a cat's before but Paprika pulled it off effortlessly. She'd always got the impression Researchers had an easy job, all they had to do was fuck and take notes they didn't have to come out on top. But Brandy had nothing but respect for Paprika right now. She was so utterly willing to let herself get ruined, above and beyond anything Brandy felt she could have survived. Sure Mercury had fucked her real hard, but there was only one Mercury, Paprika had three Partners doing their best to ruin her and took it all in stride.
Gamma wrapped her arms around Sparky's stomach and leaned in, ruffling their furry limbs together and making static sparks crackle. Little pops drifted down onto Paprika, every one making a muscle twitch, and Paprika gave out a different low moan. They played her like an instrument, giggling to themselves at the groaning tones they got Paprika to gasp out around Calcine's cock.
"Is all research this intense?" Brandy said, her lip bit as she squeezed her hands together. It was barely a distraction, the warmth in her body wanted to come out and she couldn't indulge in the obvious way. She had a busy day ahead, and she couldn't afford to start it already fucked into exhaustion.
"Hah, it can be." Gamma laughed as she reached around Sparky and gave the side of Paprika's bubble butt a firm spank. The woman's throat closed over Calcine's cock as she moaned. The Rolycoly puffed out a little jet of steam as she tried to keep herself together. Calcine had put in the effort, but she was trying to keep up with two Electrics and that wasn't a battle she could win. "The new ones don't last long," Gamma added, "so you got to be a little kinder to them. But Paprika here has been doing this for years."
"I knew her when she was starting out," Calcine said as she gripped Paprika's long blue hair to try steady the blistering pace Paprika seemed enthusiastic to get into. "So bashful, she blushed the entire time we first fucked. Got hotter under the skin than I was."
Brandy pulled on her collar. She hadn't been much better, and from Calcine's smirk, she knew precisely what Brandy was thinking.
"Well, first time for me," Sparky said. She ground her hips against Paprika's ass. The woman writhed under her with every flex of her hips. "And listen to the noises I'm getting out of her."
"You?" Gamma growled. "I had her all warmed up before you got here. She wouldn't notice if you left."
"I think she would," Calcine said, "Sparky's bigger than you, after all."
Gamma glowered at Calcine, who still had an obscenely smug grin plastered on her face. That dopey grin could have been because of Paprika's admirable job working her throat, but Brandy sensed there was more to it than that. Calcine could be defensive of Sparky, especially when she was horny.
"Size isn't everything," Gamma said, an angry electric fizz lacing itself into the words.
"Pfahaha," Sparky leaned her head back on Gamma's chest, her blue eyes shined as she looked up at her Galvantula sister. "You huge liar. Telling tall tales. You're jealous of my massive dick."
"I am not!" Gamma buzzed an actual crackle of electricity coiling along her tongue and over her lips, bursting into a fuzzy noise that tickled Brandy's ears. That bug buzz vibration set off a chain reaction inside Paprika that had her bobbing her head along Calcine's cock madly as her body quivered. "I am big!"
"Everywhere but where it matters," Sparky said with a grin. Gamma wiped that grin right off by leaning in and chomping down on her ear. Sparky squeaked and flailed as Gamma worried Sparky's earlobe between her teeth, flashing Brandy the sight of some wicked fangs Gamma definitely hadn't had a moment ago. Sparky's surprised cries of pain gave way to a low, guttural moan as pleasure washed over her. Bug Bite? That move was apparently a lot more potent than Brandy had expected.
"Ladies!" Brandy said, "Take care of Paprika, no fighting while you're inside her."
Gamma slapped another hand on the side of Paprika's ass and pressed to hold it firm as Gamma used her other set of arms to molest Sparky's chest and make the Joltik mewl.
"Sparky wants to play with me now, so we can do the scores. Who won?" Gamma said, voice still a raspy bug buzz hiss. "You said there'd be a prize."
"I'll have to talk with my team. Can I have Paprika back?" Brandy said.
Gamma and Sparky didn't let her have Paprika back for a while, working out some of their frustrations with each other on her. Eventually, they handed over a rather messy Paprika, dropping her right into Brandy's lap. They'd fucked Paprika so hard her soul had pretty much left her body, drifted out into space, and was trying to navigate by the stars to get back home. She blew a little cum bubble while she wheezed happily in Brandy's lap, her head nuzzled to Brandy's shoulder as she threatened to drift off to sleep.
"Hey, tell me who was the best before you nap." Brandy said, "I can't play favorites."
"Pokémon," Paprika sighed happily. "So good"
Well, that was a lot of help. Brandy opened her mouth to try again, and Paprika dove in for a kiss. The taste of Calcine was still on her lips, a fiery hot kick to the senses that raced down Brandy's throat and invaded her sinuses. It cleared her head fast, even as she tried to spit out the surprise bits of cum. "Calcine loses! She loses so hard!"
"Oh, come on! That's not my fault, she's the one who kissed you."
Brandy coughed and gave another dry spit before finding the cleanest-looking bit of Paprika, which was still pretty slick with sweat and washed the taste out of her mouth by licking the Researcher's skin. The saltiness of Paprika's exertion helped to take the edge off the burning hot taste. "Disqualified for aggressively attacking my tongue."
"You liked the taste last time," Calcine huffed. "Going to have to get you more used to it."
Well, that was a sexy threat Brandy would just rush past right now. She had a horrible choice to make.
"Sp-"
"Wait!" Gamma said, "You're biased. You'll just pick Sparky."
"No rule against that!" Sparky squawked. "Favouritism is allowed."
"Not a chance, ask Paprika again. She'll say it was me."
Not one to start a war, Brandy squeezed Paprika's cheeks to get her attention. It also gave Brandy a good grip to stop any attempt to messily kiss her. "Which of the two did you like best, Paprika?"
"Yellow one," Paprika mumbled happily as she curled up against Brandy to sleep. "The tingle made it so good."
Brandy looked at the two yellow-furred Electric sisters. "Cool. Thanks, Paprika. You're a huge help."
Sparky and Gamma looked at her expectantly.
"Paprika said it's a tie."
"BOO" Sparky yelled.
"Lame! Cop out!" Gamma threw her hands up in the air, and she had a lot of hands to throw. "I demand a rematch."
"Paprika's nearly dead. Not a chance."
Calcine smirked at Brandy. It took her an embarrassingly long moment to get it.
"No! We're going to the gym today and we have a double date. You're not breaking me too. You can be both winners and like it."
"Absolutely not," Gamma huffed. "We put in our best. I want a real winner."
"Okay, Sparky won then. She's my favorite."
Gamma's glare was a treat. Brandy hid behind Paprika, but she couldn't help but feel a little bit of glee at getting to wind up a Bug Type. The way her fur bristled when she was angry made it all puff out until she was almost as shaggy as a Wooloo. It looked so very cuddly.
"She can tell you about her prize later." Brandy purred. "It's a good one."
"Tall, hot, and mean." Gamma clicked her tongue. "And you picked Sparky? Are you sure you don't want a Galvantula instead? I'd be so much better."
"One Bug Type is enough, I think. I'll help her Evolve myself."
"Yeah! Tall, hot, and too stupid to pick someone better." Sparky grinned. "She's absolutely perfect for me."
Brandy chose to just listen to the tall and hot part. Two out of three ain't bad.
Calcine gathered up clothes while they bickered and snuck a look at Brandy's Pokédex. "Moves confirmed. Congratulations Brandy, you have money now."
"Yes!" Brandy pumped her first.
"We'll have to spend some of it getting you ready for a date."
Brandy pumped her fist a lot slower. "You have to get ready for dates?"
"Okay, I take it back. She's perfect for you, Sparky," Gamma snorted, "Give me Paprika. If I'm not getting a prize, I want a cuddle, at least. Four arms are good for that."
Brandy actually really did like the four arms. She felt guilty she didn't have the energy to let Gamma and Sparky have a go at her. She'd break, oh she'd break hard, but it'd have been nice to show Gamma what she was missing and give Sparky a chance to show off properly. Horribly tempting, but she couldn't fuck every hot Pokémon she met, or she'd never get anywhere.
That's how Paprika lived her life, and from the blissed-out look on her face as she sunk into Gamma's fur, it didn't seem like a bad way to live at all. Brandy could see herself enjoying being a Researcher, but they didn't get to form the same bonds Trainers did and Brandy was far too invested in Sparky and Calcine to switch courses now.
Maybe she could fuck every other Pokémon. That's a fair compromise for a Trainer to make, right?
Chapter 72: Free Radicals
Summary:
The gang make plans and be horny idiots.
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"You got one binding ball left! You can bind me." Gamma said while Calcine crossed her arms and shook her head behind her. "I'm up for it. You can handle Sparky, then you can handle me."
"One of Sparky's sisters," Brandy mused as she tapped her chin with her fingers. "It would have good synergy."
Calcine sped up her arm crosses, and Brandy tried not to laugh at her. Paprika was all wrapped up in Gamma's arms and snored away happily. They had utterly worn the lucky lady out.
Brandy rewarded Sparky with some fur ruffles; she'd think of a proper prize for her later. She picked Sparky up and hugged her tight, head on her shoulders as the Joltik kicked her legs and giggled excitedly. "Sparky? You want Gamma on the team?"
"I would rather cook and eat my own ass," Sparky said with a big grin.
"That's a maybe," Brandy said, "Calcine? You have a vote too."
"I'd rather cook and eat Sparky's ass," Calcine said, slapping her hands over her mouth as she realized the other implications.
Sparky cackled madly in Brandy's arms, and Gamma's lips quirked up. Calcine tried to clarify quickly, but her words ran into each other in a jumble, and she ran out of steam as people started laughing. Eventually, she settled on a shrug and huffed, "Not that it'd be much of a meal."
It was a lame retort because they all knew Sparky's butt was a lovely handful.
"Well, sorry Gamma, I like Sparky's butt too much to see it become dinner." Brandy squeezed Sparky's shapely butt to prove it, getting an excited squeal out of the Joltik.
"Shame. I wanted to do some evil things to you."
"I'll do them for you," Sparky poked her tongue out and Gamma. "Send you pictures so you know what you're missing."
"Take care, sister. If you're not a Galvantula next time I see you, I will dangle you by the ankles till you grow into one." Gamma smirked as she put Paprika over her shoulder.
"How did you Evolve?" Brandy said quickly as Gamma began to turn. "I know Evolution's come from some kind of big moment, but that's really broad and vague."
"It's personal," Gamma said, "I wanted to prove I wasn't just another Joltik, and when I did, I Evolved."
Sparky snorted, "Don't get her on that story. I've heard it a million times. I still don't believe the bit about seducing a Dragon."
"I did!" Gamma said with a gasp and a hand over her heart. "Family can be so cruel."
"Can't lie to a liar! You Evolved because you got everyone to believe your bullshit!" Sparky yelled, "Which I respect, but you're not lying to Brandy."
"Aw, you really do like her." Gamma laughed, "Sparky's always wanted to prove herself too. Everyone teases her for being tall."
Sparky had said she was tall for a Joltik, and Brandy believed it. She may be under a foot shorter than her, but she had plenty of curves and a large personality to match. Everything about her screamed she was a giant Pokémon trapped in a small body. Which was for the best, as the world wasn't ready for giant Sparky.
"Well, we tease her for being terrible. But I do love her. She's very good."
"Okay, okay," Sparky huffed, cheeks blushing. "Enough family for one day. Let's get to town."
Gamma slapped Paprika's thighs, but the Researcher was so out of it she didn't even make a noise. "Well, you're going to miss out on a lot of web bondage, but if you ever want to be tied up and ravished by a swarm of Joltik's, you got an invitation, Brandy."
Brandy was pretty sure Paprika was going to die. Sparky was bad enough on her own. Even the frightfully enthusiastic Researcher couldn't take all that. Gamma had to be joking. She seemed to be a big liar, even by Sparky standards. Just a Bug thing.
Still, it would be nice. Potentially deadly, but a Sparky family reunion someday would be exciting.
Calcine let out a sigh of relief as Gamma walked off. She mopped back her hair and rubbed her stubby horns. "About the ass thing..."
"Eat it later!" Sparky giggled. "Come on, the town awaits!"
--
Thanks to Mercury's moves being confirmed, Brandy now had some Pokébucks to her name, and it was a big relief.
She could have made do without; plenty of Trainers lived on what they could scrounge up, but Brandy didn't want her Partners to have to rough it out. She wanted to spoil them and have the right gear to help them excel. Be it a lovely gift like Sparky's choker, which she still tugged with a smile when she thought they weren't looking, or Calcine's double date, which she hadn't actually paid for, money gave her options and helped their relationship grow stronger. Which made her partners stronger.
It was a lot of work, far more than Brandy had expected, but rewarding. So as a way to cool off after all their hard work in the countryside, Brandy had taken them to Turrfields public baths. After Shay and Mercury, she felt sticky in places she didn't even want to acknowledge, and she wasn't about to tackle the Gym smelling like mud. Also, they needed to plan, and why not relax at the same time?
Wisely, the Bathhouse didn't trust anyone to keep themselves to just cleaning. So they had separated the place into rooms, each with a spacious square pool to lounge about in. They'd stripped down and dipped in, and Sparky had immediately splashed over to take over the control pad and tried out every button in turn. Brandy sat in the pool, legs spread so Calcine could tuck between them and help her get clean. In theory, anyway, in reality, she was just having fun giving Brandy teasing kisses to soothe her skin after every attack with a scrubbing sponge.
"I swear there's a bubble thing on this," Sparky said as she tried another of the settings. A whirr of some heater causes the water to shimmer. "Okay, heat is good too, for you, Calcine. Know you like it hot."
"Love hot," Calcine mumbled as she snuck her head under Brandy's chin and kissed her throat. "Hot is good."
"Paprika didn't wear you out?" Brandy laughed as she ran her hands over Calcine's side. She got soft when she got wet, and the bath had made her skin very pliant to Brandy's touch. Softer than a human, it was lovely, though Calcine squirmed uncomfortably if she pressed too hard. "I was exhausted just watching her."
"She did, but I always got more for you." Calcine purred as she licked Brandy's neck. Brandy shivered. Calcine got rather worked up when she got heated or wet, and she was enduring both right now. It may be tough to come out of this bath clean.
"Gym plans?" Brandy said as she felt Calcine's teeth sink in on her throat. Her little 'ah' of surprise made Calcine bite firmer, fire in her eyes. "I think I can handle the first part, but we have to work out how to beat Orchid."
"It might sound wild to change the order, but can I try with you?" Sparky said, "Mercury couldn't mess with my mind as much, and I might be a better pick. It'd let Lea teach Calcine some tricks. Calcine, you okay with that?"
Calcine had her hands clamped around Brandy's breasts. She squeezed them as she pressed her Trainer back into the water. Sparky hit a button, and bubbles frothed on the water's surface, making the pair shiver as they teased their skin. "Listen, rocks for brains! Savage Brandy after."
"After?" Calcine mumbled a whine in her voice that was rare for her. She really wanted this, and Brandy was a sucker for a needy Pokémon.
"I mean, if you want to..."
Sparky splashed them both. "Hey! Are we making plans or being horny idiots?"
Calcine and Brandy looked at each other.
"Both," they nodded, "Definitely both."
"Oh," Sparky grinned. "Well, now we're talking."
Chapter 73: Personal Growth
Summary:
Brandy is growing into her role as a trainer.
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Sparky had turned on almost every feature she could find, and Brandy had no complaints. The steadily climbing heat was relaxing, and the water jets were a firm massage against her bare skin that helped to whisk away the lingering aches she had from the mud wrestling fuck session with Mercury. The bubbles that frothed on the surface were soothing. The gentle flow of air from a fan kept everything so cozily comfortable that if she was on her own, Brandy could have happily drifted off into a delightful daydream here.
The two Pokémon pawing her up with a ferocity that made Brandy thankful for the touch of toughness she'd inherited from Calcine made it difficult to slip away into a blissful haze. At least not yet, though Brandy was sure they'd find a way to wear her out.
"Enjoying yourself?" Sparky asked in what she probably thought was a sultry voice.
Brandy couldn't resist a call out. "You sound like you're in a porn film."
Sparky grinned and nibbled on Brandy's shoulder. The sharp nip made her gasp as the pinpricks of her teeth caused her nerves to tingle.
"Good point," Brandy said, a little breathless, "But also plans."
"I'm planning," Calcine said with a warm rumble in her throat.
"No, you're fondling my tits."
"That's just how I plan," Calcine said as she kneaded her fingers in firmly and made Brandy squirm. Her skin rubbed over Sparky's wet fluff, and the little crackles of static felt so good against Brandy's skin. She pulled Sparky in so she could probably dive into that wonderfully soft fluff. Sparky was trying her very best to give Brandy some hickeys, but Sparky bounced so excitedly at the extra contact it was more of a gumming. Sparky's chest splashed in the bubbling water and added waves that rolled over Brandy and broke against the cliffs of Calcine.
"Teamwork," Brandy said. It was hopeless that she'd get them to focus, but she needed to try. "I think we have it good."
Calcine pressed Brandy back as she ran her hands over Brandy's body, and Sparky giggled excitedly as Brandy was pressed into her lap. She could feel the hard length of Sparky slide up against her rear and throb against the small of her back. Paprika had tried to wear them out, but Electric Types were always ready for more, and Rock had endurance for days.
"We got stamina," Brandy said, "And it surprised even Mercury how hands-on you both were."
Calcine had gotten very hands-on as she squeezed every part of Brandy she could get to, her sides, her thighs, her shoulders. Calcine's smile was so heart-meltingly honest as she enjoyed the feel of her Trainer between her fingers.
"Your breasts are bigger," Calcine said.
"Focus!" Brandy laughed, then looked down at her chest. "Shit, wait, really?"
Brandy had always been pretty flat. Not that it was a bad thing, she had a slim athletic build that she'd only realized lately a lot of girls really went for. But Brandy squeezed her chest and held them up, inspecting them as the steam of the bath curled around her skin. They were, well, maybe a little bigger? It wasn't a massive change if it was.
"You sure?"
"Trust us." Sparky said, "We have been paying close attention. You're finally inheriting something from me."
"Or Scoria. Or me." Calcine said, "All her large bonds are pretty top-heavy
"Nah, definitely me." Sparky said, "I'm stacked. Full credit to the Joltik."
Calcine pushed Brandy harder onto Sparky's lap and made her kick in the water as she was smushed under Brandy's wait. The sounds she made weren't exactly ones of pain either. Brandy helped as she rubbed side to side in Sparky's lap until the pesky Bug whimpered and rubbed her head against Brandy's back with happy burbles.
"Hey, no distracting me with my slightly less tiny chest," Brandy said, though she gave them another squeeze and tried to hide the delight that danced behind her eyes. She was so overdue for this. "I want to know if you think we're ready to tackle the gym again. I know I went in too early last time, and I don't want to rush into it without at least giving it some thought with you all."
"Her hips also got bigger," Sparky said, patting Brandy's hips. "And she's got a plumper butt. Little Larvesta is finally coming out of her fiery cocoon. We are spoiled."
Well, now they were just ignoring her.
Brandy weighed up her options. She could just go with the flow and get to work ruining this bath, which seemed an inevitable outcome at this point. It's what her partners and Brandy wanted, but was she just going to become like Shay and give in to instinct? They all deserved better than that.
So she pulled Calcine into a kiss and went to work. Her tongue rolled into Calcine's mouth and aggressively attacked her tongue. Calcine moaned as her water-softened chest was forced to press into Brandy's apparently expanding breasts. She wasn't ready for the tongue, and her orange eyes glowed brightly as Brandy took her mouth and made at herself at home.
Sparky wasn't getting away with it just because Brandy was kissing the shit out of Calcine. She moaned too as Brandy fitted Sparky's cock into the curve of her ass and rubbed herself up along the underside of that hard length, putting her apparently plumped butt into play as it stroked Sparky so firmly literal sparks flew off her. Brandy loved these two a whole lot, and she had the perfect moment to let it all out and really show them how much.
So she went for it, just cut loose and slathered Calcine with a kiss that stole her breath and humped against Sparky like she was trying to push right through her. The pair weren't expecting such a sudden assault, wholly overwhelmed as they grasped Brandy's skin and weathered the hurricane. She left Calcine dazed. She literally swayed in the water like she was about to feint, and Sparky's eyes were near closed as she trembled with excitement behind her.
"Paying attention now?"
"Yes, ma'am. Absolutely ma'am," Sparky said sarcastically, but her heart wasn't in it. Mainly because Brandy could feel Sparky's heart beating so fast it threatened to burst out of her chest.
Calcine let a sly smile spread across her face as she recovered, which was clue enough for Brandy to know what her game was. "This was a test, wasn't it?"
"No," Sparky gasped, "Unless saying yes, means you'll do it more."
"It was," Calcine said. "If we're going to win, you need to know how to get what you want while giving us what we want.
"Right, Orchid, I need to let her have her illusions while not letting her completely overrun me for her own pleasure," Brandy said. "A healthy balance, everyone enjoying it."
"Full marks," Sparky said as she dug her fingers into Brandy's butt. "Let me balance this on something."
Brandy flicked some water at her, and Sparky cackled and squeezed harder. "Come on! Maple's going to have it harder anyway."
"What?" Brandy said, "No, she's not."
Calcine patted Brandy's cheek. "You are so precious sometimes."
"She's not! We're going on a double date. She's not going to pound my butt."
"Sure," Sparky kissed Brandy's back, and a lick of her sparking tongue made her spine shiver. "She's totally in it for us and not you. Why she asked you."
"She's not going to..." Brandy blinked. She'd not noticed her classmates crushing on her for years. Maybe she should trust her Partners on this one. "I've never done anything with a girl! It'd never work."
"I'm pretty sure you'll work it out," Calcine said as she let her cock trail over Brandy's stomach. The slow, lazy lines from that stiff piece were hotter than the balmy water around her. "You worked us out."
"I can give tips," Sparky said. "The first trick is to have an electric tongue."
"Which I don't!"
"Oh shoot, then I got nothing."
"Plans," Brandy said, ignoring their eye-rolls as she very unsubtly changed the topic. "I can handle Valerie, when it comes to Orchid, I'll take Sparky, and she can stop me if I get too entranced. That works, right?"
"That was the plan you said earlier, but it still works," Calcine nodded. "I just wanted to be sure you were ready for it. Which you are."
"You just wanted to fuck me in some hot water," Brandy huffed.
"That too," Calcine grinned as she pushed Brandy and Sparky back until they bumped against the side of the tub and then rushed forward to pin them both down under her. A few thrusts of her hip were all it took for Brandy to feel her line herself up. Brandy was about to get fucked, and Calcine was in such a warm mood it would be vigorous. "I like getting what I want."
Brandy liked it too, she liked it a lot. So, for now, everyone gets what they want.
Chapter 74: Contact with the Frenemy
Summary:
In which I don't show a sex scene. I am going to smut writer hell.}
Also Gym Attempt 2 begins!
Notes:
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The bath had gotten heated, and not just because Sparky didn't know how to turn the heater back off. Surely the owners had to be used to people using them for more than just getting clean. Surely. No one could be so innocent as not to know what happened if you stripped Humans and Pokémon and put them in warm water together. The public baths were popular for a reason.
"Weirdly, I don't feel clean," Sparky said as they approached Turrfield's weird donut-shaped Gym. "And I scrubbed and scrubbed."
Calcine was in a good mood, her hand in Brandy's as they walked and swung their arms together. Sparky had tried to get them to skip together, but there were limits. "You're meant to scrub yourself. I'm sure Brandy feels clean."
Brandy felt clean and yet also a little dirty. Being in the water had only encouraged Sparky and Calcine to use their tongue and 'help' things along. She had so many hickeys hidden under her clothes that she could have passed herself off as a shiny Huntail. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to explain them during the Gym Trial.
Sex right before a big fight was not what any Trainer lesson would recommend, but it had felt right to her. This wasn't just a fight, it was a test to understand her needs, and she wasn't about to fail it again.
"Look at her. She remembers her little hero's journey," Sparky said as she grabbed Brandy's free side and tucked her head under her arm. "How far she's come."
"Remembering the times before I met you," Brandy replied, a little impressed Sparky had guessed her thoughts so accurately.
"Sad, lonely?" Sparky said with big, soulful eyes.
"Quieter"
Sparky bit her side, and Brandy giggled madly as she tried to pry her off. Another hickey is on the way.
--
Brandy struggled to get through the door with her Pokémon flanking her, but one was attached by the teeth, and the other had her hand in an affectionate death grip. She had to make do. She hadn't forgotten the trainer in the green jumpsuit with a leaf symbol as a chest badge, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. Chantel! The excitable door lady, though Maple's mother, Willow, seemed absent.
Chantel gave them a friendly smile and hit them with a deluge of words.
"Hi there, welcome to the Gym. My name is Chantal. I'm one of the trainers here. Are you here for a badge? You'll have to bring two Pokémon for it, but we always love seeing fresh faces, and if you're just starting out, then our beginner's course will be perfect for you."
Brandy blinked. "Uh ... we did this like a week ago? You said pretty much that!"
Chantel cleared her throat. "I know, but I say it so much it feels weird not to."
"Well, Brandy's not a beginner's course. She's a Big-In-A-Course," Sparky grinned. Calcine punched her arm, which just made her smile wider. "Look at the progress we've made!"
Sparky waved a hand over Brandy, who'd admittedly changed her look since she'd come here. A lovely figure-hugging shirt that Calcine hadn't managed to steal yet and a short pleated skirt with stockings because her partners had insisted. Brandy blushed as Chantel actually looked her over appraisingly.
"You look like you found your specialization." she eventually said, "I thought you'd focus on the fighting. You seemed scrappy, but you're all dressed up to be a Pillow Trainer now."
Brandy blushed harder. She'd wanted to focus on battles, and she still did! But getting in the mix of it with Pokémon was just too exciting to pass up. "Why not both?"
"Why not indeed," Chantel said, "You remember the rules?"
"No talking about it unless they have the badge too. One fight before the Gym leader and try to have fun?"
"Perfect, like Willow was right here with us," Chantel grinned. "She had to step out. Her daughter asked for some help with something important."
Brandy had a sneaky suspicion that involved her somehow, but she'd just have to worry about what Maple was planning later.
"Do we just go in then?" Brandy said, "Seems weird that we can try again so soon."
"You could try every day if it isn't busy. We're here to help you improve. The badge is a reward for hard work, not a challenge."
"Well, a bit of a challenge." Sparky said, "Don't ruin it for us."
Chantel shrugged. "Pokémon getting horny over gym badge owners isn't my fault. It's meant to be so everyone can pick Partners that they're compatible with, not bragging rights."
They really did that? Brandy knew they were respected for the achievement they showed, but no one had mentioned any horniness about badges.
"We're happy to brag about Brandy right now," Calcine said, another squeeze on Brandy's hand. "But I wouldn't say no to a gym badge. Lapidary would be proud of me."
"I'd get to hold it over Gamma if we get five. She's never slept with anyone above a four." Sparky said, "She's tried, but they think she isn't up for it. It's hilarious how mad she gets."
"You rate us?" Brandy paused as she thought deeper on that and then squeaked as the realization hit her. "I'm a zero!"
"No way," Sparky leaned up to pat Brandy's cheek. "You're easily a two."
"Three." Calcine said, "Sparky undersells you."
Sparky glared at Calcine's obvious ploy. Calcine smugly smiled back, her eyes aglow with mischief she'd never shown before the two had met. Too much to hope Sparky was becoming more responsible in turn.
"You sure you got this?" Chantel asked. "You remember this is about controlling multiple partners, yes?"
Brandy grabbed Sparky, stuffed her face into her chest, then leaned to the side and softly kissed Calcine's neck. She rolled to let Brandy get at her neck as a little core of fire flickered inside her, hard skin beginning to warm. Brandy laid a trail of kisses along the nape of Calcine's neck until her head bowed down so Brandy could really get at it.
"They're terrors, but they're mine. We're ready." Brandy grinned as she made them simper over her. "And we got a plan this time. Let's do this."
--
The first room was hard to forget, a massive swarm of excitable Copycat Wooloos and Valerie, their incredibly horned and even more incredibly horny mom. Brandy had slipped her clutches and fought her way out last time, to Valeries immense frustration. On reflection after, it'd been clear fighting wasn't the sensible way to get through the room. Lea had been surprised that they'd even pulled it off. But now she had the plan to disable the warning bell, sneak past the sleeping Wooloo, and Calcine would use her Rock Polish to trap Valerie. They'd defeat her before she could rouse the horde. Then they'd walk out there with an easy win. Teamwork!
The door slid open, and the trio stepped through, the sun glaring through the glass ceiling above as they looked across the colossal indoor field. Straight into the golden eyes of Valerie, who was already up and waiting for them. Her puffy grey hair was tied back between her massive horns with a hair band. She'd squeezed into a gym top barely containing the Dubwool's enormous chest. The Wooloo had oiled her muscles up, and she looked ready for war. She'd even smeared sunscreen over her golden freckles to give her some bedazzled warpaint.
"Girls!" Valerie shouted at the rows of Wooloo lined up as neatly as if it was a shearing day behind her. She raised her hand into a fist. "Today, we restore our lost honor. One bleat for our one defeat!"
There was a braying from the horde that actually hurt, the trio cupping hands over their ears to deafen the sound.
"Let's clean our wool and our names! Get the savage who couldn't enjoy your hospitality, make her enjoy a day like she never has before!" she screamed as she swept down her hand. A tide of puffy-haired Pokémon surged across the field toward Brandy and her Partners. Excited, malicious gleams in their eyes.
"I think they're mad!" Sparky yelled. "Was this the plan?"
This was not the plan. They needed a new plan.
Chapter 75: Threaten Me With a Good Time
Summary:
Brandy faces Valerie and her Wooloo and has another great plan
Notes:
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Brandy had known Sparky for quite a while now, so she should have learned to fear the fuzz a little. She just hadn't expected her doom to look so fluffy.
Valerie stretched her hand towards them as a tide of Wooloo rolled over the indoor plains, swatting the rears of Wooloos as the excitable girls charged forward on her command. Wooloo were infamous locally for being pushovers but in an admirably friendly way. Sweethearts who just wanted to spoil humans and be soft, warm partners to whoever needed them. It was rare for one to be fighty enough to become a Dubwool like Valerie.
"Show them your affection, sisters, don't let her go without a smile again!" Valerie had roused the whole swarm, and their golden eyes gleamed as the dark-skinned Pokémon focused on Brandy.
"Wooloos mad we beat them in a fight?" Sparky said, more confused than concerned. "You really bring out unusual things in us, Brandy."
"Don't forget they copy our moves." Calcine, all business as she stepped in front of Brandy, ready to weather the brunt of it all again. "Be careful."
Being savaged by a horde of cute women with gorgeously soft white hair had not been a bad experience last time. Still, Brandy didn't think she'd survive the experience if she then had to face Valerie's massive chest or Orchid and Lea. Chantel might have unfairly pegged Brandy for a Pillow Trainer but it'd take a legendary Pillow Trainer to survive this exhausting experience.
"Calcine Smokescreen, let them copy it won't help them," Brandy said as she took her Pokémon's hands. "Don't let go. Stay with me."
Calcine took in a breath of air and hiccupped. A slight, sad curl of smoke escaped from her mouth. "Sorry, nerves."
Those gold eyes were getting real close, so there was nothing for it but to sweep Calcine off her feet. Brandy's arms strained as she draped Calcine over her arm and looked into her wide, confused orange eyes. Then just kissed her as hard as she could. Calcine's body shivered with pleasure as Brandy pressed down and went further. Her tongue reached deep into Calcine's warm mouth and tussled with her tongue. The only noise other than their kiss was the thundering patter of Wooloo hooves as the swarm rolled over a small stone fence with excited giggles and bounced off their thick white coats to their feet, barely losing momentum.
Brandy let the kiss break, and Calcine hissed like a kettle, blowing a plume of billowing white smoke up in the air that quickly spread out to shroud the field in a pea-soup of mist.
"I think my electricity is weak, too," Sparky whispered in the mist. "Do me next."
Brandy gave her a peck on the cheek. Or at least she thought it was her cheek. Brandy couldn't see a thing in the thick smoke, and from Sparky's squeak of surprise, her kiss had hit a more sensitive spot. Shame she hadn't seen what it would have been good to know.
Someone soft bounced off Brandy. The Wooloo had tucked into their coats and rolled on into the smoke cloud, but they were a confused mess as they pinballed off each other and Brandy with wild giggles. Calcine pulled Sparky and Brandy to her and then tucked them under her as best she could, shielding them with her body as she moved deftly to block the incoming strikes. She always managed to get between them and a Wooloo ball just in time to send it careening away with a soft thud and an excited, bleating gasp.
Calcine could see in the smoke? Did Rock Polish allow that? She had said it let her follow Cardia's flat tracks on the ground, but some kind of tremor sense made her smokescreen a lot more useful. Even if it left her and Sparky having to trust her to be their eyes.
"Plan," Calcine said with a grunt as she bounced another Wooloo away with a swing of her rear. "Quickly, getting sore."
"Webs?" Sparky said, "I could net a few."
"There's got to be at least thirty. I don't think we can fight out of this." Brandy bit her lip. She had an idea of how a natural trainer like Maple would have done it, battle with Valerie's domineering attitude to take control of the Wooloo swarm. But as everyone kept hinting at, Brandy had her own style now, and she'd just have to lean in it.
"We go for Valerie." Brandy said, "Can you thread us through the swarm and go to her Calcine?"
"You sure? We could try to sneak past." Calcine said with another hard grunt as she got battered once more by a rolling ball. This one unfurled and limpeted onto her, the Wooloo running her hands over Calcine's chest with an excited little coo.
"Well, aren't you a fit one? Where's Brandy?" she said chirpily.
Brandy pressed her head to Calcine's and shook it so she'd know her intent. "Can't explain now. Trust me."
"Oh, she was right there," the Wooloo said with an excited gasp and took a breath to call the others. Brandy was quicker, two fingers in a mouth she couldn't even see, and a tongue pressed down as Brandy grasped for something and found a handful of soft fur. She sunk her fingers deep into it and ran it over any skin her fingertips could touch. The Wooloo gave an excited mumble and then sucked on Brandy's fingers as Brandy pulled her closer and played with her body. They'd just have to take her with them.
"Calcine, quick."
So Calcine led, her hand on Brandy's arm for guidance. The Wooloo tugged along by the mouth, and whatever bit of her Brandy could rub and Sparky with her hands firmly on the inside of Brandy's thighs. Which wasn't the best way to hold her, but one that ensured Sparky held on very tightly. The Wooloo was wickedly soft, Brandy had been in a Wooloo pile-on before, but she'd forgotten how pleasant they were to have against your skin. The happy whimpering of the Wooloo as she got her mouth molested by Brandy's fingers certainly didn't help Brandy keep in a calm mood.
The smoke was thinning, with black humanoid shapes visible through the smoke. Thankfully Val was an unmissable figure with her tall double horns and massive chest. With a surprised gasp from Calcine, Brandy shoved her Wooloo finger-taster into Calcine's arms and then pounced at Valerie. It was a soft landing and not because of her fur.
"Hah, you couldn't resist!" Valerie cackled as she grabbed hold of Brandy's hair and kept her face shoved in Valerie's considerable cleavage. Brandy could only manage a muffled moan as she felt the silken skin of Valerie's breasts slide against her skin. Valerie's wool fuzz above her cleavage gave an extra texture to it all that was dangerously thought-robbing. Brandy had a plan, but no plan survives contact with ginormous tits.
Her hands were busy groping for Valerie's belt as the aggressively motherly Dubwool pulled off Brandy's shirt. She could feel the softness of Valerie's palms against her belly before Valerie snatched the belt out of her hands with a hip thrust. "No, no, sweetheart. Let Valerie take care of you. I'm going to take very good care of you after last time."
It was both a promise and a threat, and Brandy tried to get her hands back in play as Valerie kissed her ear and nibbled away at her earlobes. She tried to worm her way lower to work on that belt more, but Valerie's hold was firm, her muscles as impressively chiseled as Calcine's own. Brandy was forced to keep her face stuffed in the Dubwools massive chest. Forced!
Sparky raised her hands to web Valerie and stopped as Calcine caught her wrist. "Oh, shit, copycats. Darn it, how do we fight then?"
"Use your head, Brandy getting up to mischief should be your thing."
"Mischief?" Valerie huffed. "Oh, I don't think so. Sisters, pin these two down. I want Brandy to my STOP DOING SMOKESCREEN."
But Calcine had already puffed a new cloud for her and Sparky to disappear into. Valerie growled as Wooloo dove after them haphazardly. Brandy felt her skirt being tugged off by the slender fingers of a Wooloo she'd been teasing, now getting her chance for a bit of revenge.
"Annoying, but no matter. That's it, Nicki, massage her legs. She has lovely thighs." Valerie said as Brandy went a little dizzy from lack of air. Her voice trembled in Brandy's ear as Valerie growled in a husky voice. "We're going to fuck you properly, Brandy Joyce, and this time you're going to be so proud of all my girls."
Being stuck in Valerie's chest was nice, but she couldn't breathe Pokémon breasts. Thankfully, Valerie tugged her out of her chest before Brandy blacked out completely. As Brandy huffed in the fresh air, she felt more slender hands grip her, round her chest, between her legs, exploring and teasing as more of the Wooloo caught up and grabbed her. They were eager to please her, so eager they took extra special care to push all of Brandy's buttons. Hard.
Fuck, a Wooloo would be such a good Partner if you could motivate it to really try for you. Why did people say they were weak? This was heavenly.
Brandy tried to not get lost in the bliss. As plans go, this one had many flaws, but she would give it her best shot.
Failure would at least be awfully fun.
Chapter 76: Bottom's Up
Summary:
Brandy takes on a fired up Valerie and invents the greatest tactical move of all time.
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That was all Brandy got out of her brain right now, which was a problem because she really needed it. There were signs a plan had gone wrong, and having your face stuffed into the chest of a massive titted Dubwool while a small gaggle of Wooloo with golden eyes fingerfuck, sucked on nipples, and smothered your body with kisses. This was not the best situation to be in.
It was also the very best situation to be in, which was why all Brandy's brain was giving her right now was a contented fuzz. Everywhere her hands grasped for support sunk into soft woolen cloaks or supple, dark skin. The sound of her moans muffled deep into Valerie's chest. It reverberated through her skin, which made Valerie tighten her grip even more firmly on Brandy and keep her stuffed deep in the most wonderful of marshmallow hells.
Brandy felt someone had tipped her head to the side and let her brain pour right out. She just wanted to let all these women use her, have fun, and enjoy themselves.
There was just so much to process. All the fingers worked in unison to coax trembling reactions from her pussy. It was like she was getting fucked by a Tentacruel, a messy, frenzied experience but done with enough care and love, they weren't ravaging her. Ensuring she was overwhelmed, her legs spasmed and kicked as little shockwaves rippled through her. Like popping mini-orgasms, the fizzling fuse for something massive.
That alone would have been enough to floor her, but there was so much more. Wet, rough tongues licked the sweat off her skin, and soft lips kissed her neck and ground playful bites into her breasts. It was like she was a buffet, and all the fluffy Pokémon piled on her were trying to load up as much as they could before Brandy gave out.
They were right to rush because Brandy could feel her strength fade as pleasure soaked her muscles. Her body slumped into Valerie's muscular arms, so wonderfully firm, and the Dubwool tenderly brushed her hair. "That's it. You let me take care of you, sweet thing. Valerie's going to make you feel good."
Valeries' heavily motherly attitude wasn't Brandy's thing, but Valerie made up for it in many other ways. She was just so lovely to touch, a gorgeous mix of soft curves and stiff, muscled limbs. Like someone had mashed her favorite parts of Sparky and Calcine together, it was hard not to drift off into the moment.
Calcine and Sparky were off fighting off some of the stray Wooloo, keeping them away from the fight. Worried for their Trainer, they'd started using their Moves more aggressively without Brandy to direct them. That had just made things worse for them as Wooloo had copied and was now firing back with flaming webs and crackling explosions of thunder. She couldn't see them, but the noise was enough to know they were putting up a hell of a fight. Brandy was going to have to manage on her own for a while.
For Calcine and Sparky, she tried to pull her mind back together. If they were going to fight hard, she had to as well. The situation wasn't hopeless, just very bad. To start, she needed to let Valerie let her guard down some because Brandy wouldn't have any kind of comeback drowning in Valerie's cleavage.
Brandy muffled a message, and Valerie pulled her free of her chest. A thumb stroked Brandy's throat as she looked up into Valerie's golden eyes. She seemed to enjoy the situation. Were Dubwool's just Wooloo, who had a bit more of a dominant streak? It'd fit their bigger, brasher look. "What's the matter, sweetie?"
"Want." Brandy gasped, not even able to finish the sentence. She rolled her hip back against two of the women who had rubbed up to her rear. Her butt crushed into their crotches, and they tittered and gripped onto Brandy as she massaged their cocks through their cute summer shorts.
"But my girls want to take good care of you." Valerie laughed as that thumb traveled up to stroke under Brandy's chin. Brandy gurgled as Valerie massaged a moan out of her, her motherly act might be odd, but her skill wasn't. Valerie knew how to push buttons, and she pushed hard. "It's not enough for you to enjoy this, you have to want us to do everything for you. Give in, indulge fully, have nothing left to want."
Were Wooloo secretly terrifying? The cute fluffy women were a common sight in Turrfield. Everyone who dated a Wooloo had nothing but love when they talked about them. But was that because the Wooloo wanted to be loved? Would do anything for it?
She knew someone like that, a short yellow terror who often got herself in trouble to show she mattered. So not scary, but a desire she understood. They wanted to please, oh so badly. A better Trainer could have used that and had them all eating out of her hand, but Brandy wasn't a good trainer when it came to being in charge. She liked that her Pokémon pushed back and even took the reins now and then. She'd started off wanting to always be on top, but she'd learned being underneath was not only just as much fun but came with a power of its own.
"Strip," Brandy gasped and fluttered her eyes at Valerie as two Wooloo kissed at her legs and then licked under her skirt towards that mass of fingers. Adding two tongues to the tentacle-like mess in there did not help her at all, Brandy squirmed so hard that her feet kicked right off the ground. She didn't even need to fake some want in her voice. She was full of it right now. "Want to see all of you! Please!"
Valerie locked eyes with Brandy and ran her hands up her wetted thighs, taking her time as she made Brandy shiver. She leaned in close, and one Wooloo squeaked as she became a brief hat for Valerie's heavy breasts so Valerie could lean in and whisper in Brandy's ear. "You're going to get exactly what you want."
Brandy felt a blush burn on her cheeks as Valerie stepped back and stripped with a playful slowness. Valerie had put on an outfit not unlike Calcine's old gym wear for this, a tight black top and shorts practically painted on, both not up to the job of containing her curves. This meant Valerie's attempt to sexily roll it off just ended up with it all bunched up around her chest. It covered her eyes as she got stuck, trying to pull free. She wanted to play it off as cool, but eventually, her muscular arms strained to pull her top free.
Thank goodness Lea loved her Pokémon thick enough to get stuck in doorways.
"Damn thing, come on!" Valerie hopped to loosen it, which was a real sight to behold as a mountain of tit-flesh bounced in front of Brandy so close to her she was lucky to not get a concussion. One of Sparky's webs sailed through the air to try to snag Val, but a Wooloo cut out with an incinerate bolt, and another tackled the far-off Sparky back into the smoke.
Well, if Sparky couldn't capitalize, Brandy would, so she dove forward against the pull of all the Wooloo holding her and kissed the underside of Valerie's chest, and took the weight of her chest in her hands. Valerie's breasts were a handful and a half and spilled between Brandy's fingers as she pushed them up. Valerie gave a huffed moan at the sensation, seemingly annoyed at how good it felt.
"Let me take care of you. Stay still!"
"No!" Brandy said, "You're struggling. Let me take care of you."
Abs, delicious Dubwool abs, Valerie's arms were a treat to look at, and her stomach was another wonder. She could have grated cheese on them but had to settle for Brandy's face as she just got in there and rubbed herself along them lustily. "Come on, girls," Brandy said to the Wooloo, who were trying to turn her legs to jelly. "Copy me."
They blinked, confused at what Brandy was asking, but they wanted to help Brandy, and Brandy wanted to help Valerie. So clearly, they had to help Valerie, too, with fingers still curled deep in Brandy's pussy. They moved to help rub their faces over Valerie's stomach and tease at the bottom of her breasts. They were trying to free Valerie's top, but Brandy had her fingers hooked into it and held it down so they couldn't get it free.
Valerie laughed, "Girls, please! Focus on Brandy!" but it was no good. Wooloo saw a lady in need, and they couldn't help themselves. Brandy finally got Valerie's belt off with her free hand and tossed it away. A few helpful Wooloo curled down Valerie's pants and kissed along her firm thighs. Brandy was relieved to not be facing another monster cock so soon after Mercury. Valerie was average. For a Pokémon. Which was still big enough to make her squirm inside, but at least she wasn't going to get her insides fully re-arranged.
Right, she had Valerie tied up with herself and her dick out. Now she needed to seal the deal and take her down.
Damn it. Maybe Brandy was a Pillow Trainer, after all.
Bah! This didn't count. This was a tactically necessary dick-sucking!
Chapter 77: Teach an Old Sheep New Tricks
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Everything about this had gotten insane. Sparky and Calcine were still fighting a running smoke-shrouded battle with some of the loose Wooloo, who were copying their Moves to coat the indoor prairie with smoke, flames, and crackling electricity. It was a warzone as Brandy's Pokémon fought to get to her. They were so outnumbered; not getting overwhelmed was the best they could do without Brandy's help. Gyms must have Pokémon with ways to fix all this, but it was a real mess for now.
Wisps of white smokescreen curled around Brandy and made her situation even more dreamlike as Wooloo crowded around her, their soft wool pressed into her skin as they ran hands over her body, licked away at her skin, and tangled their fingers together to try fingerfuck Brandy, working around two Wooloo who were both trying to cram their wet tongues as deep as possible into Brandy's pussy.
The feeling of being taken by multiple mouths, tongues, and fingers, all in concert, was absolutely heavenly. The Wooloo's experience of working together to ruin ladies was on full show as they shoved their fingers inside Brandy, wiggled them, and slid them out again. Brandy's thighs were just as lathered with love as she squirmed under them. More Wooloo were trying to fuck her than was even possible, so they were trying to use every inch of her. Wooloo were famous for being affectionate and eager to please, good cooks, and supportive of their Partners in any way they could. Brandy had never even considered that eagerness to please carried over into the bedroom, with Wooloo studying up on how to pleasure a woman and practicing it down to a fine art.
All that, and they were incredibly comfy to hug, too. No wonder they were so popular. Brandy was becoming a Wooloo convert herself fast.
Brandy was melting inside in the best way, but she'd at least convinced some to help her also pleasure Valerie and relieve some of the exquisite pressure. A pair of Wooloo had latched onto one of Valerie's breasts each. They shoved their cute button noses in deep as they licked and sucked at Valerie's nipples with such a frenzy Brandy swore they were trying to drain her dry. Valerie clearly loved it. Her muscles tensed and glistened with sweat as she made a long, keening sound as she tried to hold herself together. Valerie's grip on Brandy was uncomfortably tight, pinning her down on her knees with Valerie's cock rock hard and swinging as Valerie rocked her hips to slap Brandy in the cheek over and over. Not painfully so, a little annoying if anything, and as it swung in, Brandy pressed a hand around it, held it up to her lips, and slid her tongue up and down the side.
"Arceus!" Valerie gasped as she squeezed Brandy even tighter, her breasts draped over Brandy's head and the sheer ridiculous weight of them forcing Brandy down to press her lips further around Valerie's cock. No wonder Valerie had abs of steel carrying those around.
"Just me," Brandy said, voice muffled with the dick she was sliding her mouth along the length of. "That feels good?"
"Mmhmm! Keep...keep doing that..." Valerie panted, golden eyes half-lidded and focused on Brandy as she gripped Brandy's red hair and pulled at it to help pump Brandy along her dick. "I'll take care of you soon, just don't stop."
Valerie was thinking about her own pleasure now, not Brandy's, and for most Trainers, that'd be an utter failure. You were meant to be in charge of the whole encounter, so you could enjoy it and help direct your Partner. Brandy could imagine Maple would have Valerie on her knees, begging her for a taste of what she had to offer. But Brandy had been with Calcine and Sparky long enough now she'd learned that you could still be in charge even if it didn't look it. Valerie's desires made her act to force Brandy to help, but as long as Brandy didn't mind a little force, she could direct what those desires were.
All those Dubwool muscles were very enticing, and being forced to go quicker was fun, if a little silly. Brandy was trying to get her mouth around the head of Valerie's cock. Still, she was so excited she kept bulging out Brandy's cheek with it and then popping out, Brandy having to guide it back with a hand as her cock shook about.
"Girls, she's flopping about. Could you help?" Brandy said, breathless from the fucking she was getting with eager fingers and nimble tongues. But a Wooloo was sensitive to their Partner's needs, and a few peeled off her to hold Valeries' cock still. With their mouths latched around the base, two lapping at Valerie's balls and making the Dubwool tremble excitedly. Brandy had no clue what getting your dick sucked felt like, but she had to imagine this all felt incredible from Valerie's noises.
Brandy couldn't help but laugh a little as she noticed Valerie's expression change to a mix of embarrassment and arousal as her girls mauled her dick. It was clear Valerie had never had her Wooloo 'sisters' do this before, but they were just so enthusiastic and genuinely interested in giving Valerie pleasure it seemed such a natural outcome. Why shouldn't they do this if they all loved each other so much?
"Can Copycat work on me?" Brandy said as the Wooloo finally got Valerie's cock under control, and Brandy gave the end of it a loving lick, "Watch this and learn."
Pip's lessons would come in handy once again as Brandy swirled her tongue across the stiff head of Valerie's cock while she rubbed two fingers along the bottom. A Wooloo quickly copied her, trailing her fingers behind Brandy and making Valerie buck her thighs as she bounced in place. The waves of pleasure rippled through her body, and she let out a braying moan so loud her whole body trembled.
The sound of it was like a calling bell, and Wooloo froze to look to see what had happened. One squeaked loudly as Sparky took the moment to hit her with a web and pull her into the Calcine's smokescreen.
"That's it," Brandy encouraged the Wooloo, whose gorgeous golden eyes were hyper-focused on her movements. Lazily stroking her insides as they watched, Brandy pushed her hips against them to enable them to continue. Just because she had a plan didn't mean she couldn't come while doing it. They got back to work on her, but all eyes were trained on her hands as she slid them along Valerie's shaft in time to the bob of her head. A few Wooloo looked like they were about to cum just from the sight of it, she wasn't sure why this turned them on so much, but it did.
Then they dove in to join her, and the somewhat artful blowjob became a scrum of tongues, hands, and excited giggles.
Valerie didn't stand a chance. Her whole body pulsed from the pleasure of having all those tongues and hands dance along her cock. The Wooloo picked up Brandy's hard-learned blowjob skills in moments, and they were eager to show them off. Valerie's legs wobbled, and she nearly fell forward. One hand gripped Brandy's hair, tugging her off Valerie's dick while the other pressed against Brandy's cheek to keep from falling over.
"It's so much. I want to... I wanted to fuck you..." she whined, but she clearly didn't want this to stop.
Rocky fingers closed around Valerie's throat as Calcine pulled on her horns to force her head up, "Look who's having the full Brandy experience."
Valerie's golden eyes went wide, and her chest bounced as she tried to buck Calcine off, but her grip was solid, and Valerie was getting swarmed by all the Wooloo who'd been fighting now. Eager to catch up and learn.
Sparky sniffled as she came out of the smoke, hands over her heart as she looked at Valerie. "It's not fair. That should be me."
Brandy clicked her fingers at some of the Wooloo and pointed at Sparky, "She's free if you want to practice."
Sparky was jumped by a mob of fluffy girls, eager to put their new lesson to the test. She didn't stand a chance, going down under the swarm in an utterly fake protest.
Calcine snorted as she gave Valerie's horns another tug and used a knee to force her hips forward into the swarm of eager dick-sucking Wooloo. "Kind of like how you beat Shay, clever."
"I feel clever," Brandy grinned. "I'm a genius!"
She was still beaming when Valerie came hard, spraying her face with sticky white cum. Brandy put up a hand to try to shield herself and just make the mess even worse. It was warm, sticky, and caked over her naked body as it slowly dripped down. It didn't stop the Wooloo one bit, who pulled Valerie over onto her back and then really got to work on her. Now they didn't have to work around Brandy. She wouldn't be stopping them from leaving now or possibly doing anything again if they couldn't find a way to calm the Wooloo down after learning this new trick.
"Heck of a look for a genius," Calcine grinned as the cum coated Brandy. "But I like it."
Brandy celebrated by pressing the Wooloo between her legs so she could finally get Brandy off. She flipped Calcine off as the Wooloo put her tongue to work; victory had never felt so good.
Chapter 78: Cheese Grater
Summary:
Brandy has her rematch with Lea. Of course it can't be easy as she thought…
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Brandy had completely forgotten there was a waiting room beyond the Prairie. Her last attempt to beat this gym was still a mad blur in her memory. She was thankful for it, collapsing on the sofa with an exhausted sigh. She stretched out her limbs until she felt her bones click and luxuriate in a well-earned moment of rest.
It lasted a blissful few seconds before Calcine and Sparky sat down on her back and kicked their feet up on the table.
"Get off your lumps!" Brandy squawked and kicked her legs to shake Sparky off.
Calcine ruffled Brandy's hair as Sparky threw her arms over the back of the couch, partly to relax and partly to anchor herself against Brandy's kicks. The Joltik gave an exhausted sigh. "I shouldn't have jumped into the wool pit. They were ravenous."
"You two are heavy!" Brandy squeaked. "Get off me!"
Calcine only ruffled her hair harder while Sparky danced her fingers up and down Brandy's legs. "She did a good job," Sparky said to Calcine. "I thought we were done for."
"Never underestimate her. Brandy always finds a way to come through." Calcine said with pride, "Very sturdy."
"A cushion against our worse natures." Sparky nodded.
"The seat of our power."
Brandy puffed out her cheeks and sulked beneath them. Bad enough they did this, but the puns were the truly awful part.
The big sulk worked. Calcine and Sparky slid off to kiss along Brandy's neck and back, soothing the muscles they'd helped tense up. Brandy tried to stay mad, but they'd gotten really good at kissing her. She'd let them off the hook easy this time.
"Sparky," Brandy blinked as she finally got a good look at the Joltik. "Why are you covered in writing?"
The Wooloo had scrawled Sparky from head to toe in a mixture of hastily penned words, hard to even make out, stretched as they were over her curves. Sparky posed them for Brandy, both hands held behind her head as she thrust her chest out.
"Cool, right? The Wooloo ladies signed me and said I could call on them anytime."
"How? You don't have a Pokédex." Calcine said.
"Well, neither do they. I guess I just yell their names? Or, uh... send a letter? I think you're missing how cool I look over details."
It was messy, but the signatures gave Sparky a scruffy kind of prestige. All the looping hearts dotting the I's and little rows of x's for kisses after some names were adorable. But it still raised a lot of questions.
"They had a pen?" Brandy said, going for the most obvious.
"Lipstick," Sparky grinned. "Oh shit, take a picture. It's all going to smear when Orchid goes at us!"
"Serve you right for sitting on me, Calcine. Lick her clean."
"No, wait, don't!" Sparky pushed a hand in Calcine's fast to try to hold her off as Calcine leaned in to lick her shoulder. Calcine stuck her tongue between Sparky's fingers and wiggled it as she pressed her face forward, and Sparky squirmed madly to avoid her own hand. "Picture, Brandy, picture! No licking me rock face!"
Brandy made sure to get a few good ones of Sparky and Calcine struggling over each other. They'd probably never work out all the names with how much the sweat and rubbing messed them up, but it'd be fun trying to work it all out together later.
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Brandy had dumped a bottle of water over herself to cool off, and her skin glistened as they walked into the final chamber of the gym. Brandy was still a mess after the scrum she'd been through, but she was happy to own the look, and the way Calcine and Sparky couldn't draw their eyes off her really helped boost her confidence. Petals drifted around them as they walked through the flowery field toward Lea. The Gym Leader hadn't this time but was waiting with her arms folded over her flower petal dress, her emerald green hair flitted about in the wind behind her.
"Hey, Lea," Brandy said with a smile. "We're ready this time. Bring it on."
"What did you do?" Lea said with such heat in her voice that it made Brandy step back.
"Uhhhh," Brandy's brain stalled as she tried to grasp what she might have done wrong.
"Valerie and the girls are a mess in there! They won't stop giggling!"
"Brandy taught Wooloo they can care for each other," Calcine said with a shrug. "It seems like they're enjoying doing it?"
"Okay, very cute answer, but they're not meant to do that! It's chaos in there!"
Sparky showed off her temporary tattoos. Half the names written in lipstick had merged into each other to make an unreadable mess, but a few still stood out along her legs and the top of her chest. "I think I got a lot of people here who think it was good. You can't complain. We did so well they can't get over it!"
Lea snorted and shook her head. Brandy got why she was angry, a good Trainer would have gotten them to listen to her, not turn their nature on each other. But even if what she'd done wasn't the accepted way to handle Pokémon, it still felt right. After all, they'd all enjoyed it, and that's what it was all about.
"Well, you passed the test, even if you somehow topped yourselves from last time. You remember the rules for our challenge, right?" Lea said as she threw out two Pokéballs. With a flash, two shapes took form out of the red light.
Orchid the Lilligant, with her flowing green hair a match for Lea's that hung all the way down to her waist, with a bright red orchid fixed into it like a hairpin to keep it out of her face. The beguiling grass type with an incredibly round butt, who'd made Brandy hallucinate an encounter that would have rivaled Mercury for pure heart-pounding intensity. They had a plan for her this time, though. She blew Brandy a shy kiss before turning away with a blush. It was refreshing to meet a Pokémon who got more easily embarrassed than Brandy did.
The other defensive Pokémon Brandy hadn't gotten to know, but she was impossible to forget. Taller even than Brandy, the towering woman wore a green dress with a yellow apron and filled out that dress to breaking point. All curves. Seeing a Pokémon with weight on their bones was rare, but this one had a pleasant plumpness to her clothes. Her hair, a big messy puff of Red, tied back haphazardly with ribbons, gave her an amiable, messy look. The red hair was long enough to hide her eyes completely, only a cute button nose and a big welcoming smile visible. She just screamed 'Friend' which was awfully weird for a Dragon type.
"Hey again, you three," Honeycrisp said, her voice boomed, big and jolly just like her. "This time, you got it, I can tell. You seem like you're eager to prove it."
"No fighting moves," Brandy said, a pleased blush on her cheeks at Honeycrisp's words of encouragement. "We split up into two. One defense to help me, one offense to handle you. I pick Calcine as the offense, and Sparky will defend me."
"Good," Lea said, "Glad you paid attention. Remember, no fighting. Well then, come on, Calcine, Orchid. With me."
"Oh no." Sparky groaned. "No, no, no."
"Hey, we get to be together again, Sparky!" Honeycrisp grinned. "But I get to really show off this time. I'm glad."
Oh shit. Lea had swapped the order! They hadn't planned for Honeycrisp at all. She'd be weak to Bug moves, but Sparky's only bug move was Infestation, and there was no way that wasn't an attack. All the rest of her was electric, and that'd be all but useless against a Grass and Dragon type, no way to amp her sensitivity at all.
Honeycrisp was big, but at least she was a bit tubby. They could always overpower her.
"Oh, we are so screwed." Sparky groaned, "Well, Brandy, you're screwed. I'm going to be stuck watching."
"Hey, we can take her." Brandy said, "I'll try to hold her back. You can work on her with your tongue, and we'll make her melt eventually."
Honeycrisp popped the buttons on her apron, and her massive chest was entirely befitting a Dragon. They really were a Type that loved to go to excess, even if Honeycrisp didn't have the usual haughtiness for them.
"It's a lot of chest, but I can handle it," Brandy said as she pulled Sparky to her side. For some reason, the bug type was shaking like a leaf. "We got this."
Honeycrisp's apron ripped as she pulled it off, fibers tearing as she tossed it away. She was flabby in the chest, but below that, she had a set of abs that could tank a Megaflare and arms thick, not with fat, but pure muscle. She looked like what the Machamps were all training to be someday, but with a set of giant tits and hips you could use to stop a train. "You're flexible right Brandy? It's only an attack if I bend you in a way that hurts."
"Go on, Brandy, pin her down for me," Sparky said as she moved to hide behind Brandy. "You got this. She's not going to bend you into a pretzel."
Honeycrisp just leaned her head to one side quizzically and cracked her knuckles in her hand. The sound was loud enough to make Brandy's spine tingle.
This was going to be a problem. A weirdly sexy, muscle-bound problem.
Chapter 79: Joining the Big Leagues
Summary:
Brandy has a sizable challenge ahead of her.
Sparky somehow becomes even more to handle than usual.
Notes:
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"Honeycrisp" the Appletun
Height: 6' 4"
Type: Grass/Dragon
Victories: 55
Moves Discovered:
Apple Acid
Body Slam
Growth
Protect
Recycle
The Sweetest of Dragons. Appletun craves praise and will go to great lengths to get it.
click*
Sweet, was it? Honeycrisp had looked all round and sweet before she'd taken her apron off to reveal a set of abs even more incredible than Lenna's and powerful arms thick enough that Brandy wasn't sure she could even reach around them. She looked like she could fold Brandy in half without breaking a sweat.
Brandy found the idea full of exciting potential, but this was a gym battle, and she couldn't just let Honeycrisp completely take the initiative. As much as she wanted to get on that ride and see where it took her.
"I am so glad she can't hit me," Sparky said, voice reedy from the breath she'd had held ever since Honeycrisp took off her top. "She'd punch me into a different reality."
"Ah, don't worry, little thing," Honeycrisp said. Brandy caught just a glimpse of her soft brown eyes through her messy bob of red hair as Honeycrisp pulled Sparky between them. "I don't like hitting. I mainly just press ladies up against a wall. Then try to press them through it."
Brandy squirmed at the thought of it, and Sparky fanned her face with a hand rapidly as she found herself sandwiched between her favorite thing. Brandy knew Sparky loved tall, strong ladies, and Honeycrisp was pushing a lot of Sparky's buttons really hard right now. Part of this battle would be her trying to keep Sparky from becoming Honeycrisp's pet. Strong hands grabbed Brandy's waist and lifted her up, her legs dangling off the ground.
"No walls here though," Honeycrisp said as she inspected Brandy, handling her body as if she was made of nothing but feathers. "You're very tall for a Trainer. Usually, I'm used to them trembling excitedly in my shadow. I'll have to work extra hard to make all this leg tremble!"
Fuck she was too much. Brandy's heart was bouncing around in excitement at Honeycrisp's plans for her.
Sparky wasn't much help right now either, lost in the pure glee of finding herself in a threesome with two giant women. It was only two inches height difference, but all the extra muscle and curves Honeycrisp had on her made her seem absolutely gigantic. Brandy pressed her hands down atop Honeycrisp's breasts for support, her hands sinking into the soft flesh, making the Honeycrisp grin even wider. Massive, smooth, full, and perfectly formed, Brandy didn't think of herself as a 'boobs' person, but she was considering becoming one. Sparky had always given Brandy plenty of curves to enjoy, but she hadn't really appreciated how much she enjoyed it until she was confronted with the final boss of massive busts.
She needed time to think, so Brandy tipped her body forward and planted a firm kiss on the Appletun. The tip of Brandy's tongue probed to be let into her mouth and get a chance to tussle with its Lugia-sized opponent. Every muscle of Honeycrisp was massive, and the tongue wasn't about to be left out. Brandy's attempt to push it around was soundly crushed by the sheer strength behind it. Her back arched as Honeycrisp pressed her body into Brandy's. Sparky was crushed between them with an excited yelp.
"If you're gonna kiss someone, you got to put your all into it. I know you can do better." Honeycrisp said with a big grin as she gripped Brandy's ass and squeezed. Brandy was forced deeper into the intense kiss, her blood boiled as her body was crushed into hard muscle and soft breasts. Brandy rubbed her thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure building up in her. She tried to think and kiss the shit out of this relentless giant simultaneously.
Brandy liked to think she had a knack for getting Pokémon to enjoy themselves, and it was the skill she'd really managed to make her own. So what made Appletun tick? Grass types were like Wooloo. They loved to help, to please, and just be incredible teammates. Dragon types wanted to be in control and had to be tamed by someone able to not only match them but surpass their frightening strength. Mix those two together, and what do you get? Someone who didn't just want to please, but would do it aggressively. Like Valerie but with Mercury's hungry drive behind her.
Well, Brandy had dealt with Mercury, and she hadn't lost. She was ready for this. Honeycrisp wanted Brandy to enjoy herself fully, a power she could use.
"Don't forget Sparky," Brandy said as she pulled her tongue out of Honeycrisp's mouth. Kissing her was a dizzying experience, and she really worked that tongue to fully claim Brandy's mouth. Everything about her was just so much, an ocean of pleasures to dive into. If she was going to do this, she'd need Sparky with her. "It's a threesome, not a one-on-one."
"I'm good." Sparky's muffled voice rose up from below them. She'd gotten her head into a truly monstrous boobsquish, mainly from Honeycrisp's side. She was rocking her head back and fore happily.
"You're amazing." Brandy agreed, "But I'm not leaving you out of this. You deserve some love."
Brandy could practically feel the switch that flicked on behind Honeycrisp's eyes as she looked down at Sparky and then back to Brandy. Brandy wanted Sparky to enjoy, so Honeycrisp had to help. Her pride would demand no less. But she wasn't sure how.
"You want to get her together, Sparky?" Honeycrisp said, "I can support you if you want to take her."
"Nah, you're huge. I'd get lost." Sparky reached up to slap the side of Honeycrisp's chest. "I'm drowning in these already. You get on top of her, and I'll be a pancake."
Perfect, she couldn't do anything except gently assist Sparky. Pressure off while they worked out how to tackle her. Brandy breathed and traced her fingers over the lines of Honeycrisp's abs. A lot to handle.
"Oh, that's no problem!" Honeycrisp said and put her hand on Sparky's head. A green glow pulsed from her fingertips, and Sparky began to twitch.
"Ah, ah!" Sparky gasped as if she was on the edge of orgasm. Her body twitched in time to the green pulsing light. "Woah, woah, gentle! What are you doing? I feel like I'm going to pop!"
Sparky's body rippled before Brandy's eyes and stretched in all directions. Like a balloon on a powerful pump, Sparky suddenly swelled up and out in size and then snapped back with a squeal. Up taller than Brandy, even taller than Honeycrisp, a whole head extra on top of her gave Sparky a towering view over everyone. Brandy looked up at her in shock. Sparky's curves had always been ridiculous, but it was a cute, cuddly plumpness on her short frame. Now they were intimidating with hips that could knock down a wall and breasts so big she couldn't even see Sparky's face over their curve.
She'd known the Appletun had Growth, but she'd been expecting her to use it on herself, not her partner!
"Sparky?" Brandy said as the giant Joltik stood stock still. "You uh, you good?"
Like an approaching thunder, a cackle rolled in Sparky's throat and built until a rumble shook Brandy's skin, pleasantly tingly. "Hahah, Gamma can suck it. I'm the biggest now! I'm a big deal!"
Well, at least she was having fun. Brandy just needed her to help pin down Honeycrisp, and they could get to work on her. She still needed to get Honeycrisp's pants off, but Brandy was pretty sure 'big' was on the menu there too.
"Nab Honeycrisp and-"
Brandy was shushed by Sparky's finger, the tip of it pressed between Brandy's lips giving her an electric tingle on her tongue from the taste of Sparky's skin. She couldn't resist a longer lick as Sparky used her large hand to feel around Brandy's face and across her body. Honeycrisp looked so pleased with herself that it made Brandy worry. What did she know that Brandy didn't?
"Fuck, I feel so horny." Sparky growled, "I need you."
Direct, no teasing, a little forceful. Exciting but not like Sparky at all. Was Growth more than just size?
Honeycrisp got a hold of Brandy's rear again and lifted her to plant her into Sparky's new supersized chest. The second time today Brandy was diving into far more breast than she could handle. "You want her, Sparky, I can tell. You're hungry for it, and so am I," she bit onto Brandy's shoulder, glittering brown eyes peeking out from her hair as she stared possessively at Brandy. So desperate for her approval and working hard to get it. "Let's have a taste."
This wouldn't be so bad. Sparky got to enjoy herself, and what's the worst they could do?
There was a meaty slap as Sparky swung her cock out of her shorts and slapped it down onto Brandy's chest. Sparky had always been pretty big, but Growth had put her into a new league. This was capital B, Big. Even Mercury would be jealous.
"Let's have a whole meal," Sparky grinned. "I feel like I could absolutely ruin some tall girls right now."
Sparky with a cock the same size as her cocky attitude? A terrifying glimpse at what a Galvantula Sparky might be like.
Now Brandy just had to survive it.
Chapter 80: Too Much of a Good Thing
Summary:
Sparky too big for her boots. Brandy has a plan (oh no)
Chapter Text
They'd devised many plans to tackle the gym, mainly on the wrong assumption they'd be facing Orchid again. Giant Sparky dick had not featured in any plans, or at least not any more giant than Sparky bragged about. This was undeniably poor planning because giant Sparky dick was now Brandy's number one problem. The heat against her stomach, a warm line that rose all the way up to her chest, was already enough to make her feel weak.
It took both her hands to encircle it, and Brandy appreciated how Sparky could be painfully hard and deliciously soft. As she stroked her hands, the smooth cock glided through her hands, applying pressure as Pip had taught was difficult. Its stiffness resisted her, but it was worth it as it made Sparky roll a buzzing purr in her throat. It was just so much to handle. Brandy pulled it in and wrapped her chest around it to at least try to fully stimulate her, but even with her slightly upgraded chest, Brandy didn't have a hope. It rubbed along the crease of her cleavage and slapped her chest with every bounce as Sparky rolled her hips.
Sparky giggled at Brandy's gasps, clearly enjoying that Brandy struggled so much with her new size.
"I could get used to being big. You're pretty when you're flustered." Sparky said and leaned down to kiss Brandy hard on the lips. It smushed her now truly ridiculous curves against Brandy and pressed her back into Honeycrisp's equally ridiculously massive chest.
Overwhelming sensations on all sides, Brandy tried to pull away from the kiss to clear her head, but Sparky chased her down, and Brandy lost the will to fight it quickly as sparks tumbled from their mouths as their tongues danced together. It was a dizzying kiss, jolts of pleasure arcing along her wet tongue and down her spine to radiate out of her whole body. Static sparks crackled along her skin and prickled at Honeycrisp's chest, the muscled Appletun tightening her grip on Brandy to keep herself steady. It was probably wickedly ticklish, and from the tight bit lip Honeycrisp had, she was doing her best not to giggle and spoil the mood.
If this were a fight, Brandy being trapped between two giant Pokémon, eager to fuck her brains out, would be an awful situation, but Brandy had to remind herself it was a gym. There was a goal here, to prove she could handle unruly partners and still please them. Sometimes getting your brains fucked out was the winning move to play.
"I want you to ride me," Sparky said as she pulled away from the kiss and used her enlarged tongue to lick Brandy's face, coating it with their shared spit. Not as sexy as Sparky thought it was, Brandy snorted to clear her nose and gave Sparky's side a dig with her hand to get her attention, Sparky's fuzzy yellow fur still wonderfully soft under Brandy's fingertips.
Brandy knew Sparky's heart, and even with this boost Growth had given to her ego, she had to believe size didn't change a person that much. She'd just have to test it.
"You're the big one." Brandy said firmly, "And Honeycrisp is doing her best to let you enjoy it. So you have to take charge."
"But... But..." Sparky stuttered. The shock in her multiple blue eyes that she'd have to top was awfully cute, even when she was at least a good seven-foot tall.
Brandy grabbed Sparky's chin, pulled her head down closer, and stared deep into her eyes. "You and Honeycrisp are going to fuck me good. Understand?"
"Mmmm!" Sparky said and nodded rapidly. "Yes, ma'am."
"Stick with Brandy! None of that ma'am thing."
"Mistress?"
"Worse."
"Mommy?"
Honeycrisp helped Sparky before she dug herself too big a hole by taking ahold of the back of Brandy's head and pressing it down. Brandy wasn't about to even try deepthroating a dick this big and twisted her head so she could lick down the side. There was an awful lot to get her tongue on.
"If we're doing pet names, you can call me Honey. I think you both earned it." Honeycrisp laughed and dug her fingers into Brandy's hair, "Now take good care of each other. I want to hear some moans."
Brandy licked barely had any control of her body as Honey handled her, body folded and pushed all the way down to kiss the very base of Sparky's cock and then dragged back up the length of Sparky's shaft, a tingling excitement building along the length that rippled into Brandy's tongue and made it fizzle.
Being bigger meant everything hit harder, all those extra nerves to tease. Sparky huffed out a breath and shivered, her arms dropping from Brandy and going around her to hold onto Honeycrisp's waist instead. Increasing the pressure of the Brandy sandwich as her face was forced even more firmly into the generous helping of Joltik dick. She took it as an opportunity and savaged it all the more hungrily.
"Oh fuck!" Sparky gasped as Brandy teased with her teeth, not biting, but that gentle dragging pressure made Sparky quiver. "It's too much!"
"Mmm, you get used to it," Honey said as she continued to pump Brandy's head up and down with a firm hand. "No better way than to get stuck in."
It wasn't a subtle attempt to nudge them back towards fucking, and Brandy knew she would come undone fast once they started, but she couldn't put it off forever. Her two partners here wanted to fuck, and Brandy rubbing her body all over them had only made that desire build until Brandy could feel their bonds smothering her as thoroughly as their bodies were. Sparky was sweating like crazy; all the extra stimulation was breaking her down quickly. A tiny flicker of distress was in her eyes, mixed in with all the pleasure.
"Do it slow." Brandy said, "Sparky isn't used to what you did to her. She's struggling, and I don't want it to hurt."
"Yeah," Sparky whispered, though it came out as a low rumble with her size. "Sorry. Just a little, uh, overwhelmed."
"That's okay," Honey said, and she had such a cheerful honesty to her it got a smile out of Sparky. "Just try to relax and enjoy it. I'm going to make sure both of you never forget this."
Honey's strong hands grabbed Brandy around the waist and lifted her out of the tit squeeze they had her trapped in. Brandy couldn't contain a gasp at the friction as her body was forced to slide along her partner's skin, Sparky's cock burning a line down her body. Brandy had thoroughly enjoyed all this squeezing and being pressed into soft, enveloping breasts. She was already wet when Sparky pressed two fingers to her pussy and dug them in to do her duty of getting her ready.
"You're so excited." Sparky said, "Is it because I'm big?"
"Because it's you," Brandy said, squeezing Sparky's head with her thighs. "You break me every time, but I like it."
"But the big helps?"
Brandy pressed her pussy to the tip of Sparky's cock and rocked her hips. She'd fucked Mercury, she knew it would fit, but Brandy didn't have to make it easy, even as wet as she was right now. Sparky whined as the tip of her cock got ground on, the weight of Brandy trying to press it into her giving it a slight curve. Only the careful clinging of Brandy's thighs to Sparky's side stopped her from sliding off.
"You were already big. This is too much." Brandy laughed. She was about to be destroyed, but inviting it was almost fun. "But we're going to try anyway."
"I could help you get on," Honey said, and Brandy could feel the hard press of her cock along her back. As expected, Honey was also massive, with a cock to match her chest and muscles that Calcine would be heartbroken she'd missed out on. Brandy hoped she'd got to at least enjoy them at last time. "Keep you from sliding about."
"You're going to hold me tight or spear me?" Brandy bit her lip as she felt Sparky's cock make the slightest bit of progress. Sparky was in heaven from even that little bit. Her head lolled about, and sparks crackled in her fur madly. Her moan was like a swarm of buzzing Beedrills, wavering madly in pitch and intensity as her fingers clawed at Brandy's side. She rubbed her fur over Brandy's skin, the sparks crackling off Brandy's sweat and sending arcing tingles to tease her chest and thighs and make her squirm. It was frantic and a little crazy, but good.
So it was a shame Sparky was only enjoying it on a purely physical level. Brandy had seen Sparky worked up, and while she was enjoying this, she didn't love it. Something was missing.
Honey was eager to get in herself, though, and unlike Sparky, she had more than enough muscle to force the issue as she slid her thick cock along the crack of Brandy's ass and then pressed in hard. Brandy was compressed down by powerful muscles and forced back into Honey's incredible chest. All that would have been enough to do it for her. But the white-hot burst of intense penetration really robbed her of the chance to enjoy it, the exquisite pain of being stuffed so far down Honey's length that her legs shook, and a high-pitched squeal ripped out of her throat. Thick, hard Brandy was stretched out, and every bundle of nerves she had lining the walls of her ass were squeezed so tight they burned.
"Fuck!" Brandy cried, "Oh, Arceus! Fuck me, that's a lot!"
"You'll learn to love it." Honey's voice pleasantly rumbled, and not even half-hilted, she pushed her weight down onto Brandy and forced her onto Sparky's cock. Split once again, but this time all that brain-melting pleasure was added to the intense mix of pleasure and pain Honey was giving Brandy. She felt something break. Amazingly, it wasn't her, though she was close. It was Sparky; the feeling of sliding her enhanced cock into Brandy's far too-tight tunnel had the Joltik's blue eyes glowing madly and flitting about like they were trying to escape her face. Sparky panted and scratched at Brandy like she drowning, and Brandy could feel her bond thrum, pleasured but only physically. She wasn't entirely into this, not like she should be.
Brandy knew Sparky now, what she loved and craved, and she knew she could fix this. With some help.
"Honey," Brandy said, though her voice skipped as Honey used her hips to thrust and squeeze herself even deeper into Brandy. She was taking it slow while also being really, really forceful. Grass and Dragon united as one. "Honey, can you use your Moves on humans too?"
"Of course." She said as she sank Brandy back into her firm chest again and tipped her head back so Brandy could look up at that bob of red hair and the soft brown eyes beneath. The arch of her back made the both of them press into new parts of her and made her insides sing with painful delight. Her body bulged out a little from them, and she could feel their cocks rubbing together inside her. It was intense in a way that even Mercury wasn't, and if she hadn't tackled Mercury before this, she wasn't sure she'd have even been able to cope.
Honey was happy at Brandy's pleasured distress, proud of her work. "How can I help make this better for you both?"
Brandy's eyes sparkled. "Big."
"We are, yes."
"No, no," Brandy said and tapped her own chest. "BIG."
Chapter 81: Bigger is Better
Summary:
Brandy does some personal growth
Notes:
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Power flowed through Brandy's veins, and it felt good. She stretched herself out, back arched as she lifted her arms up high and shook off a cramp she didn't even know she had. Her muscles tingled with the energy that flowed from Honey's fingertips. Honey poured energy into her until she felt fit to burst, and she was still busy taking Sparky's and Honey's cocks inside her, so she was very familiar with that feeling. She gasped as she felt fresh new patches of skin get stretched against thick cock, adding to the already dizzying pleasure. Her thighs grew and rubbed along Sparky's sides, firm muscle with a bit of padding perfect for squeezing Sparky so intensely that her moans broke up into excited, buzzing electrical crackles. Brandy couldn't help herself from grabbing Sparky's shoulders and pinning her down, forcing the Joltik to watch as Brandy grew, and grew, and grew.
"I'm dreaming," Sparky mewled as Brandy loomed over her. She blotted out the light from the glass above, and her sheer weight made the ground sag as she pressed Sparky into the ground. "And it's the best."
Brandy kissed Sparky, a pretty big and messy kiss with Sparky squirming around for air and giggling madly at the affection. Honey had gone a little crazy with her Growth Move, and Brandy had to be at least twice the size of Sparky now. Who was already a third of her normal size? So if you calculated that from Sparky's five foot, she was ... a third of five, but double so ...
Uh.
Brandy was big right now! Real big. Huge even!
It felt amazing to have all this latent power in her muscles, to wrap her hands all the way around Sparky's stomach and use her thumbs to knead Sparky's breasts. To be big enough to take Sparky and Honey simultaneously and still feel like she could fuck them both into the ground. It felt incredible, like her confidence had grown a few sizes with her. She wanted to show off, to prove to Sparky how much she loved giving her this moment.
Was this how Mercury felt like? Because it was a thrilling rush of power.
Brandy smacked her lips together to blow Sparky and kiss before sliding her hands down to pick up Sparky's legs and wrapping them around Brandy's waist. It felt so easy to do, like Sparky was utterly powerless to resist her, and from the way the Joltik bit her bottom lip, she knew it, and she loved it.
"It gets better," Brandy grinned, "I can do this now." Still holding Sparky's stomach, she picked her up off the ground and leaned back onto Honey's cock. The Appletun's muscles strained to take her weight as Brandy raised Sparky off the ground and used her like a living sex toy, slamming Sparky's cock deeper into herself as she bucked her hips to meet it. Actual sparks were flying as the pair cried out in surprise at the sheer intensity of Sparky being so deep. Growth didn't just make you bigger. It made everything bigger. Every touch, every thrust, and every step on the way to an orgasm.
Something this intense would have broken her even a few days ago, but right now, Brandy loved it. Fucking herself with Sparky as hard as the pair of them could stand, Honey's cock stirring her up from behind and adding some breath-taking moments of starry-eyed bliss when their cocks connected inside her. The soft feeling of Sparky's curves and the comforting press of muscle from Honey, even if she was much shorter down her body now. Brandy felt like a Pokémon, determined to find and share pleasure and strong enough she could do it effortlessly.
Sparky was in a world of her own too, staring up adoring up at Brandy, sneaking licks of her giant body as she could until Brandy tipped her up and let her plant face first into Brandy's chest. She'd never had the biggest pair of breasts, but right now, she had enough to smother Sparky completely, and she would use that to its fullest.
"You two are loving this," Honey said proudly as she ran her hands over Brandy's stomach. She only had a little muscle there, but Honey felt it out anyway, the faint lines made bigger by size and giving something to slide across. "But you're not using your size to the best. You should pin her down to the ground."
Good advice. Brandy dropped Sparky down so her shoulders hit the ground. Grass and petals got stuck in her fur as she was scraped along the mud by Brandy's thrusts, Sparky clawing at the ground as she tried to stop herself from slipping out of Brandy from the sheer force of the fucking.
"Oh shit, should I stop?" Brandy said as she noticed Sparky's desperate attempt to hold on.
"Don't you dare!" Sparky said as she tried to lock her legs around Brandy's waist. Not a chance in her position. Brandy was just too big. "Tall ladies can fuck me up anytime!"
Well, that was very specific permission to give. Still, if anyone counted as a tall lady right now, it was Brandy, so she locked her hold on Sparky's legs and, with Honey's help, worked up a hip-banging rhythm along Sparky's length that had her moaning and panting from the sheer intensity of it. Her yellow fur was soaked with sweat, and her blue almost shone, almost a pure white from delight. Brandy was pretty sure a Pokémon couldn't evolve from being fucked just right, but if anyone was going to do it was Sparky right now. She was having a whole fantasy come to life.
"Get her legs up." Honey said, "You're huge, and you can mating press her."
Honey had much more control of the situation than she probably should have, but Brandy was more than happy to oblige. She folded Sparky in half, shoulders dug into the dirt, and her lower body raised to the sky, legs kicked up into the air and held firm by Brandy's arms. It meant she didn't have to thrust any more. She let gravity do the work of scrambling Sparky's brains, letting her cock spear itself up through her insides and then bouncing off with a burst of power that left them both trembling.
It didn't take long until she could feel Sparky's cock pulsing in her, a stark contrast to Honey, who was fucking her ass at a far lazier pace, more than happy to enjoy the show.
"Don't cum yet." Brandy said, staring into Sparky's eyes, "I want us to hit together."
"How are you not there already?" Sparky mewled, "This is fucking crazy in the best way!"
Getting to fulfill a fantasy made Brandy feel she was powerful enough to grant wishes. Though ones with a hearty dose of friction and near-orgasmic bliss. Honey was doing her best to get Brandy there for Sparky, her thick cock was a lot less of a challenge with the changes in size, but she had the muscle to make it hit hard anyway. As Sparky hit deep, Honey was right there to meet her. Brandy wasn't even sure how it all fit. She would have bruises on her lungs after this, and every pained breath would be so worth it.
"Almost. Just a bit longer." Brandy said as she bounced, feeling a charge build up inside and writhe around in her core, a ball of electric fire ready to explode with just the slightest bit more pressure.
She moaned as she felt Sparky's cock pulse inside of her, the sensation making her writhe as Sparky failed to hold herself back any longer. It was all too much for her to have a lady this large fucking her absolutely senseless with everything amplified from Growth? It showed how far Sparky had come as a Pokémon that she'd even lasted this long.
"Feels so fucking good, Sparky. So fucking good, make me sing!" Brandy cried out as she slammed into her, shaking the earth as they shuddered in unison. The orgasm hit Brandy so hard that it probably broke Lea's no-violence rule. Sparks were sent shooting through her body as she quivered on the end of Sparky's cock, while Sparky wailed out an orgasm so high pitched the glass of the roof shook in its frame. Her fur was alight with electricity as her muscles spasmed, and she painted Brandy's insides with a truly incredible amount of cum. Bigger balls made much bigger messes.
Brandy collapsed to the ground while Sparky's cock still twitched inside of her, floating in a blissful afterglow as she lay on Sparky's chest, both of them breathing as they held each other for support.
"That's what I like to see." Honey grinned, "You both out of your minds with pleasure."
Sparky and Brandy mumbled some agreement and gave each other sweet kisses. Or as sweet as kisses could be when one person was nearly double the size and on a colossal power rush. Brandy was soon using her massive tongue to tease Sparky's mouth and make her squirm underneath her all over again, both too weak to continue but not so much they couldn't still enjoy it.
Honey patted Brandy's ass. "And now you're all worn out. I'm going to enjoy this."
"You earned it." Brandy said, "Go crazy."
"Oh, I'm going to go slow and firm. I've always wanted to make a giant human squirm."
That sounded like a threat she could follow through on, and as Honey gripped Brandy's hips tight, Sparky looked up at her as smug as could be. "Yeah, squirm on top of me, Brandy. Squeeze me with those giant thighs."
"Shameless."
"Yeah," Sparky grinned, "But when I get everything I want, why shouldn't I be?"
Chapter 82: Every Vote Counts
Summary:
Brandy gets her grade!
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You could tease them about it and find it cute, embarrassing, or even a little sexy. You could wonder why they want it and if they'd even enjoy it if you did it. But eventually, you just had to squeeze your partner to death with your thighs and see if it worked for them.
It was really working for Sparky.
"Arceus, rail me over a rainbow," Sparky gasped as Brandy squeezed tighter. She had Sparky's head in a lock, but Brandy was big enough to smush some of her top as well. Sparky hadn't complained about getting a bit extra, though if she had, the complaints had been muffled by ridiculously huge thighs and weren't heard. "I'm going to come so hard I explode."
Brandy laughed. "Well, that's not a Move you can learn, but you can try."
A wave of warmth rushed through Sparky. The heat and pressure of Brandy's thighs became so intense that she couldn't breathe, and even that seemed to excite the Joltik. Her body shook violently, and her legs kicked in the air as she made an entertaining noise, a squeak, moan, and ecstatic cry all in one big jumbled mess.
Brandy wasn't sure it was a real orgasm, but it was something intense for sure. Brandy squeezed tightly until Sparky's eyes rolled back into his head, and she flopped back, chest heaving as she tapped Brandy's legs for mercy. There was some difficulty in Brandy stopping because Honeycrisp had her arms held behind her back and was fucking her as hard as her powerful muscles allowed. Brandy was so thankful she'd inherited some of Calcine's toughness because when Honeycrisp went hard, she made flesh clap. Honeycrisp was enjoying it, she wasn't as experienced as Mercury or Lenna with what she was doing, but when you could twist a lady into a pretzel to fuck her as deep as you like, you didn't need a delicate touch.
Brandy's large thighs glistened as they squeezed Sparky into a different, happy reality. All wet from the orgasms that had crashed over her as Honeycrisp alternated between pounding her ass and her pussy like she was the one who was going to get scored at the end. It was delightful, but she was sure Honeycrisp wouldn't stop until Brandy passed out or begged. Her Dragon pride simply wouldn't allow herself to finish before her two partners had wrung every bit of enjoyment out of the experience. Like Mercury, but if sex motivated her for more pure reasons than her own ego and a surprisingly hidden desire to be a mentor figure to her lovers.
She wanted Honeycrisp to finish on a high, so she arched her back, dug in her knees to the ground, and pressed back as Honeycrisp pounded forward to give her a deep hit of her cock that rang some kind of bell inside of her. As the searing hot pleasure filled her veins, Brandy let go and fell onto Sparky, smothering her with her breasts as her hands clutched at the fuzzy Joltik for something to comfort herself.
Honeycrisp gave Brandy a slap on her ass, her hand having a lot more to dig into thanks to all the various size changes, and withdrew her cock with a rather sticky noise. Cum went absolutely everywhere. Hopefully, the flowers didn't mind it. They surely had to be used to it by now in this place.
Everyone lay where they were, content and too exhausted to move. Basking in the warm light coming through the glass above and the comforting, slippery press of their sweaty bodies on each other. Brandy felt like she could drift off to sleep, but a warm, firm hand on her cheek made her open one eye.
"I felt what you did from the other side of the meadow." Calcine said, "You shook the ground."
"I'm big now," Brandy mumbled and nuzzled Calcine's hand. "Rawr."
"Yeah," Sparky's voice was muffled, blue eyes peeking from Brandy's chest. "And Growth is permanent, so we get to enjoy this every day."
"What?" Brandy tried to sit up with a jerk, but she was just too tired. "No, it's not! I don't believe you."
"It's true," Calcine said, "It's okay. A lot of people do this. There's a special island you can go to where everything is more your size."
Brandy stuck a finger in Calcine's mouth. It took only one to stretch her jaw out. "Trust you to be the honest one. You get her lying habit; we'll never get anything done."
Calcine was happy to suck on Brandy's finger, keeping her gaze locked on Brandy as she did so. Her tongue was warm against Brandy's skin. Whatever she'd done with Orchid and Lea, they'd gotten all her worked up. Speaking of which, this was a gym battle, and she had to face the results.
Brandy's heart fell as she looked at the Gym Leader. Lea, she didn't look impressed at all. More utterly confused.
"I know I said to consider Pokémon's needs, but I think you took that to heart a bit too much," Lea said as she leaned to look Brandy in the eye. She looked absolutely tiny, like a flowery doll. "Did you all enjoy yourself?"
"Fuck yeah." Sparky held a hand up for a high five, and Orchid gave her a light one. The bottom-heavy plant lady smelled really lovely, and it helped soothe Brandy's aches. Some kind of healing move? Or just another illusion? Brandy appreciated it either way.
"It was great. Honey gave us everything we wanted."
"She..." Lea stopped to mull that over. "She just did what she liked, though, didn't she?"
"Well," Honeycrisp shrugged and slapped Brandy's giant ass again. "I think her size shows I didn't get it all my own way, she kind of led me into this crazy situation. But it was great, and she let me go hard on her and took it all."
Calcine pulled herself off Brandy's finger, a line of spit stretched between them, bending down to the ground as the Rolycoly gave a happy growl. "She's good at that, lets you have what you want, and you somehow make her smile all the harder."
"It's," Lea faltered and looked between all the Pokémon like they'd lost their minds. "She didn't take charge though, didn't it lack the guidance?"
"Oh, she was in charge," Honeycrip said as she mimicked Brandy's voice, "Harder, softer, move me atop her. That's perfect, right there. She knew I wanted to ruin her, and she set up targets for me to knock down."
Brandy blushed. Put like that, it sounded devious. She really was just trying to have them all enjoy themselves. A giant blush was hard to hide, and Sparky tugged her cheeks and laughed at her unmistakable awkwardness.
"Love her," Sparky said, "She's perfect."
That made Brandy blush even harder, using the L-word so brazenly! It was a hit to the heart as hard as any of Honeycrisp's thrusts and left her just as weak from the feeling.
"I'm just not sure I can pass her, this was meant to be a test for handling multiple partners, and she was the one who got handled." Lea said, "This is, unusual. No one ends up like this and hasn't failed in some way. Orchid?"
"Me?" the shy plant lady said, tugging at her big red flower hairpins as she looked over the giant Brandy's body. "I'd like another go of her if she's willing to let me go wild. That sounds very good."
Lea didn't seem convinced, arms folded and fingers tapping her forearms as she looked Brandy over. "Sorry Brandy, I know you did good, but a Trainer has standards to meet to deserve a badge and-"
The door was kicked with a dramatic thump, everyone turning to look. It didn't actually open, and a short moment later, the doors slid apart, Valerie giving an angry stare at the opening button, which didn't appreciate drama. The Wooloo were still all over her, two on either side kissing her chest and one with her face in Valerie's stomach, just licking along the lines with frightening enthusiasm.
"She must not get a badge!" the horned and horny Dubwool yelled.
"Oh, well." Lea waved her hand Brandy's way awkwardly. "I was just explaining why she couldn't."
"She should get two badges!" Valerie cried. "My girls are just so happy. Self-care is amazing! This is a Wooloo revolution."
Brandy smiled at Valerie's outburst and turned to look at Lea, who had her eyes squeezed shut and the bridge of her nose pinched tight.
"You've broken my gym. They're going to be impossible to settle down."
"Sorry," Brandy said, though she absolutely wasn't. "But I think if Wooloo and Dubwool's can be allowed to love each other, they'd be much happier."
Valerie nodded as she stroked her Wooloo lovers' hair, her hand sinking deep into their fur as she helped press them along her skin. She blew Brandy a kiss with a smoky glare that made Brandy's muscles ache in anticipation. Valerie may be very odd with her tastes, but Brandy had no doubt she'd fuck her senseless right now, and she just, just couldn't. It was rare for her to say this, but she was done with Pokémon fucking today. It was all too much.
"Three badges," Valerie said. "And I want her for a bit."
"There's only one badge!" Lea snapped, "And she deserves some rest. But thank you, Valerie, I'll take this into consideration."
"I'll give her back right after," Valerie whined. Lea rolled her eyes, strolled over to Valerie, and bent her over one arm. Lea leaned the Dubwool back and laid a kiss down on her that even had Brandy hot under the collar. Gym Leaders were no joke, she stole every thought out of Valerie's head with her lips and left her a jelly-like pile of soft wool on the ground.
"Okay, Honeycrisp? You going to behave?"
"Four badges," Honeycrisp said with a grin.
"You're just angling for a kiss, which we'll do after, or poor Brandy will never get out of here."
"I think-" Orchid said and was shushed by a finger on her lips from Lea.
"Five badges I know, I'll get to you after too. Everybody stop being horny for just a moment, please."
Sparky snorted, and Brandy smothered her with her chest again before she could crack a joke about Brandy and somewhat obvious libido problems. "Go ahead, Lea, it's fine. I don't need a badge. I want to be a good trainer, whatever it takes."
Lea shook her head, "This gym is about listening to multiple partners' needs, and if they're all telling me to give you a badge, then I'd be breaking my gym's rules if I didn't. Come on, I'd ask you to stand, but you're far too tall, on your knees please."
It was Calcine's turn to snort and Brandy flicked her side to try to get her to simmer down. It didn't. She just hugged Brandy's arm as Brandy sat on her legs, which still left Lea's head level with her belly button. Lea took it in her stride, stepping onto Brandy's thighs and grabbing her chest for support. The sudden touch of the Gym Leader got a surprised squeak out of Brandy, but Lea was so confident in the intimate gesture that it didn't even seem that sexual. It was just a handhold for Lea so she could do her job.
"If you had clothes, I'd pin this on you, but since you don't." Lea fished a tiny bit of jewelry out of her flowery skirt. A badge made of green jade in the shape of a leaf shone in the sunlight as Lea twirled it over her fingers. It was made of many small pieces joined together, letting it flow back and fore like it was blowing in the breeze. "You want a nipple piercing?"
"No!" Brandy said, "Absolutely not."
Those were for cool girls, and Brandy knew she was a lot of things, but cool was not one of them.
Lea just tucked it in her cleavage instead, then. "For showing you can handle multiple partners, in the most surprising of ways, Brandy Joyce I give you my leaf badge. So few get this one first, so you're in a rare club. I hope it helps you form strong bonds."
It sparkled, tucked in her overly large charge, and it felt good to get the recognition and have something so lovely to put it in.
"One out of ten now. Our Brandy's growing up," Sparky cackled. Brandy muffled her with a thigh press, knowing it only encouraged the behavior.
"Proud of you." Calcine said, "Knew you'd do it."
"Yes, well. Someday you're going to tell me what you did." Lea said, giving Calcine a pat on the rear. "It was lovely to spend time with you too. Now I have a herd of Wooloo to calm down and some stories to squeeze out of Honeycrisp. Go! Celebrate your victory. It's tradition to splurge a little with the earnings. Don't get too drunk."
Right! Money. The reason she'd rushed to the gym in the first place. Brandy had forgotten in all the excitement.
"Oh, she's going on a date with Maple. There'll be some spending." Calcine smiled. "Don't worry there, Lea."
The date with Maple! She looked a mess now and would have to retell all this. Not to mention the biggest problem. "Honey, shrink me back down! I have a date."
"That's not how the Move works. You just have to ride it out." Honeycrisp grinned. "Hey, if she likes you then she clearly loves tall girls. Just go with it."
"I don't have any clothes that'll fit!"
"Then she'll really enjoy the view." Honeycrisp laughed. "You got a badge. Today's your day. Don't let anything worry you. You can always be embarrassed tomorrow."
Brandy was pretty sure she had plenty of embarrassment to get out of the way before she even got close to tomorrow, but Honey was right in one way. This was fucking cool, and she'd earned it. She could own that high for a bit.
She would find something to wear that fit her first. She wasn't that cocky. Not yet. Maybe when she got a second badge.
Chapter 83: Sorry to Burst Your Bubble
Summary:
Brandy can't stop being a big deal
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The post-gym shower was a sacred ritual. A place to review how things went right and how they went wrong. Where you needed to improve and, most importantly, clean off because any decent gym battle left you looking gross. Mud, flower petals, and cum made a horribly sticky mixture, and cleaning it out took the best showers money could buy. Gyms never skimped on their showers.
Brandy would have loved to appreciate the wonderful feeling of high-pressure water. However, she and Sparky were still massive and it was really distracting everyone from a proper post-battle review.
"I can see the tone coming in on your stomach so much better," Calcine said as she stared up at Brandy. Over double her usual height now, Calcine only just came up above her waistline; Brandy had to step back to see Calcine over her own chest. It was awesome, but it also made it impossible to ignore how ridiculous her situation was.
"Why do we need to get her bonded to a Fighting Type," Sparky said as she put her hands over Calcine's horns and laid her head atop her. She loved being taller than Calcine so much, and Calcine was doing her best not to give Sparky the satisfaction of recognizing it. "Think of her muscles if we did that. She'd have abs better than Honeycrisp."
Brandy covered her stomach and let the shower water drip over her fingers. It didn't stop Calcine's intense stare one bit, so she flicked some water at the horny Rolycoly and made her shield her face. "No planning to upgrade me through inheritance! We're picking partners because they're a good fit, not for rock-hard abs."
"But if it just so happens to be on the menu?" Calcine said innocently.
Brandy put her arms on her hips, she had the height to loom right now, and she used it. Bending at the waist to look down upon Calcine, Water cascaded off her body like a waterfall, splashing her two Partners. "I don't believe things will 'just happen' with you two. You are schemers."
"Her boobs are so good like this too," Sparky said, a hand on Calcine's chin so she could angle up Calcine's eyes from Brandy's stomach. "Look, you could drown in those."
"Oh, Arceus! You two need to stop." Brandy huffed. "I'm not going to be big forever! It'll wear off."
They both put a hand on a boob each and squeezed. Brandy refused to squeak, but Growth made every touch more vivid. It was hard not to let a whine leak from her throat.
"Wish it was permanent. I like this. Big Brandy is great." Sparky grinned. "And I get to top Calcine too!"
Calcine put three fingers in Sparky's mouth and pulled her head down to be level with hers. Sparky's arms flailed behind her for balance as Calcine's orange eyes glowed brightly. She stared into the Joltik's rows of blue eyes. "There's just more of you for me to bend over, isn't there?"
"Mmmm!" Sparky nodded as her body was bent, her ass bobbing in the air as she wiggled. Brandy had to thank her height for getting such a clear view of it. It was making an otherwise horrifically embarrassing situation worth it.
"Good girl, don't forget it," Calcine said as she took her fingers out of her mouth and patted Sparky's cheek.
"How are you not Evolved yet?" Sparky whined. "That was so hot."
Good question. As best as research had worked out, Evolution should happen when a Pokémon becomes suitably comfortable in their own skin. Calcine had changed a lot from when they'd first met. More openly sexual, fierier in temperament, and eager to take charge. Was she close? Or was it going to take something big to get her there finally? It was so hard to tell. Evolution wasn't something clean-cut. Some Pokémon fell into it easily, and some never got there, no matter how hard they and their partners tried.
Shay going to fight Mercury just to discover how to evolve Nicola was a good show of how difficult it could be. Brandy hoped she'd got some tips. Shay had been a pest, but the fox lady seemed as sweet as anything, and Brandy really wanted her to get what she wanted. That she'd eaten out Brandy better than she'd thought possible may color her opinion there. Still, she was pretty sure her fondness for the fox lady was genuine, and that was why she was eager to follow up on Shay's tip for where a Dark Type was who could use a Trainer.
"So, to review our day," Sparky said, still simpering over Calcine, using her larger hands to grope her shamelessly as Calcine was all smug over how quickly she'd made Sparky bend. "Giant Brandy is hot."
"That's not a review. Well, okay, it is, but it's not a helpful one."
"All I got to report. I had the best time." Sparky said as she dipped her head under Calcine's hand, angling for a chin scratch. Calcine obliged.
"It couldn't have been perfect." Brandy sighed, "Work with me a little."
Calcine shrugged. "I didn't see it all, just felt the tremors, but it sounds like you nailed it. The only issue was Lea didn't think so. But you've never been the usual Trainer."
"So I should try to be more assertive?"
"No, you be you, Brandy," Calcine said, her hand warmed to spread heat into Brandy's chest and soothe Brandy's nerves. Hard to be nervous about performance when you're melting on the inside. "I think you lost the first time because you tried to be the ideal Trainer. You're good at battle tactics and really good with Pokémon. Stick to your strengths."
"Which is letting us do what we want." Sparky nodded.
"I don't do that," Brandy sighed. "Well, I do, but also make sure I get what I want. What we all want, which is harder to work out than it should be."
"Well, you seem to have Sparky figured out. What about me?" Calcine smirked. "Don't I deserve a treat?"
"Let me work out some more. Maybe I should bond a fighting type." Brandy said, giving Calcine's stomach a poke, which nearly unbalanced her with the size difference. "Let you smooth your edges on my abs."
"Something to look forward to then"
A review shouldn't just come down to 'Work on some sweet abs,' but her Partners were massaging her chest nicely. It'd have to do.
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"Okay, go in and get Maple," Brandy said, waving to the cafe doors. She had a backpack tied around her arm with a change of clothes, and the best they'd been able to do was find some bedsheets and tie them all together to make a toga. It was a bit windy, so it fluttered, and Brandy was very, very aware of the looks her giant ass was getting even covered up. But she'd rather horribly embarrass herself this way than horribly embarrass herself being late to her meeting with Maple. There was something uniquely awful about the idea of disappointing Maple. She just couldn't let her down.
"Why don't you do it?" Sparky said. She'd shrunk back down, but Brandy's growth seemed to be sticking. Maybe it was a difference in power? She had grown a lot more. Or her luck was just the worst.
"I'm thirteen foot tall, Sparky. I would not fit."
"You would, and it'd be incredibly fun to watch. Your ass would be hanging out, could give us all a show."
"Calcine, smack Sparky, then go in and fetch her, please."
Calcine gave Sparky a light thwip across the back of the head, which just made her cackle harder, and she went into the cafe. It was a nice coffee place, which meant Brandy had only been once or twice. She was more of a tea person. Coffee always left her bouncing off the walls and gave her some wicked headaches once it wore off. She had quite liked the syrupy ones they'd started making recently while doing her exams. Even if they came with even worse headaches, she was alert the whole time until it wore off.
Brandy was trying to duck to make herself look smaller, which absolutely did not work. When Maple came out, her blonde hair flowing behind her, Brandy deeply regretted her commitment to punctuality.
Maple looked up at her, her head tilted to one side. She was in a gorgeous summer dress, really leaning into her new Water Ace status with a rich blue and white pattern that looked like waves breaking against the edges of her clothes. Then again, Maple could have dressed up like a Trubbish and still made it look amazing. Some women had all the luck. Maple clicked her tongue and squinted. "Brandy, you look different."
"Yeah, um." Brandy rubbed the back of her neck. Maple was a little short, and Brandy had a good head on her when she was her standard size. Now it was just ridiculous, Maple not even clearing her thighs which, Brandy was keenly aware, were poking out of the toga as the wind got at it. "About that."
"You did your hair up?"
Brandy stared down at Maple, her shadow cast over the smiling blonde with the annoyingly perfect body. "You know perfectly well what. I could pin you up to this wall."
"Always could. I'd just be a bit higher."
Brandy blushed a bright red. That backfired so severely! Why did she think she could out-flirt Maple?
"Cute," Maple said, reaching up on tiptoes to pat Brandy's hip. "So Growth is part of the Gym Trial?"
"I cannot tell you that," Brandy said. "Maybe I just got bigger overnight. Inherited some size. You don't know."
"I'm sure you inherited plenty of height from your short partners."
"Hey!" Calcine said. "I'm not short."
"Me neither. For a Joltik." Sparky huffed. Maple ruffled Sparky's hair to mollify her, though it came off as hopelessly condescending. Sparky was still into it and happily nuzzled back at Maple's hand. The little deviant probably loved the condescension.
"Mahi and Holly are inside," Maple said as Sparky made happy buzzing noises.
"Holly? Oh, the Marill, you named her?" Holly sounded a lot like a Turrfield name, after all.
"Yes, but don't tell her that. She's still getting used to not being in charge all the time." Maple said with a sly grin. "Can you imagine?"
"I got some idea." Brandy ignored her partner's giggles. She'd get them later for it. I earned the badge, by the way!" Brandy turned her backpack to show the sparkling green jewelry hanging off the back.
"I know. You've been working hard. I was sure you'd do it. You beat Mercury, after all."
"Draw." Brandy said, "Rematch pending."
"That's a win against Mercury. She's not the sort to do draws. She just won't admit she lost yet. " Maple said, "So you going to shrink down, or do I need a boost?"
"I don't know how! I'm stuck up here." Brandy groaned. "It's just going to wait until the most embarrassing moment for it to wear off, I can tell."
Maple looked back to Calcine and Sparky and then nodded up to Brandy. The pair jumped to action, Calcine supporting Maple to climb over while Sparky put some webbing on Maple's palms to help make them stick to Brandy's toga and skin as she crawled right on up her body. Brandy stood rigid. She didn't dare move as Maple scaled her like a rock surface, just in case she ended up hurting her with an idle movement. Which was hard because she was pressing in hard with her hands to Brandy's thighs, along her butt, up her sides, and over her chest. Touch, touch, touch. Every press made Brandy shiver with anticipation as Maple scaled her chest and leaned on it with both elbows.
What the heck was she doing?
Maple leaned into Brandy, closer and closer. Their lips almost met as she stared up into Brandy's eyes, just the faintest of a blush on her cheeks as her hands sank into Brandy's skin, her body draped over the curve of Brandy's chest. Making Maple blush, even this tiny bit, was worth all the hassle so far. To see the excited sparkle in those gorgeous hazel eyes of hers you could get lost in. Everything about her was just so perfect. The trainer Brandy wanted to be. Or had thought she wanted before discovering she liked her unique style. Still, when an image of perfection leaned in to kiss you, you couldn't help but blush.
There was a pop, and Brandy felt her skin tighten in on itself. There was a sudden rush of air and a squeal as Maple flailed about in the air and landed on her hard. The pair were a tangle of limbs and bedsheets as they tried to right themself by pulling on each other.
"Hey, she really did turn back at the most embarrassing moment," Sparky said. "That's good instincts."
"I think Maple knows how the Move works a bit better. It wears off when your confidence is popped," Calcine said.
"You knew that the whole time!" Brandy yelled from the tangle of bedsheets and Maple, who seemed to be taking the opportunity to steal a hug. "Why didn't you say?"
"I was enjoying the view." Calcine smiled and fielded a high-five from Sparky with a loud slap of palms.
Brandy wanted to be mad, but she was more upset Maple only tried to kiss her to help her out of the Move. She wouldn't have minded a real kiss, but it made sense. Maple had always been cool and charming to her, not that brazenly flirty.
After all, surely she'd notice if Maple had a crush on her. She was getting better at noticing that sort of thing.
Right?
Chapter 84: A Date With Death
Summary:
Brandy tries to embarrass herself less and remembers Maple is dating a Supervillain.
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"You really don't need to help me dress," Brandy said as Maple did Brandy's shirt buttons up from behind. It was nice to have Maple so close. Her hair was soft, she smelled nice, and she was warm. Brandy badly needed that warmth because it was windy, and she had bits of her that didn't appreciate the chill.
"I just dragged you naked out of a pile of bedsheets you were using as a skirt," Maple said patiently as if anything about this was routine. She wasn't very good at helping, it should have been easy to button up a shirt, but Maple was taking forever fumbling about with her chest! "You need more help getting dressed than I can give. I'm doing my best."
Brandy looked at her Partners, who were just watching the pair thoughtfully. "You two should be helping me dress."
"So tired from tying all those bedsheets." Sparky put the back of her hand on her forehead and faked a swoon, "I would love to, but I need my rest."
"I think you look good as is," Calcine said. If she stared any harder at Brandy's legs Brandy would never get her pants on, because her skin would be on fire.
Brandy was still getting used to owning her Trainer style, so she wasn't about to go grabbing the reins and steering her Pokémons' moods around forcefully like a normal Trainer would. At times like this, it was tempting to grab a horn and some yellow fur and put them to work.
"Look at her, Calcine, she's mad. She's got that pouty look."
"I am not pouting!" Brandy pouted poutily.
It didn't help Maple had started with her shirt, meaning she had to stand there naked from the waist down, with nothing but a clutched bedsheet to hide from the curious looks of passersby. One Pokémon stopped to whistle at her, even shorter than Sparky with dark skin and pink horns poking up from her hat. She had a stocky look with her puffy jacket, but her big smile at Brandy's legs was infectious, and Brandy couldn't help but smile back.
"Oh, cute and interested?" she said as she tried to sneak between Sparky and Calcine, her small pure pink eyes flashing with excitement. "Should I leave my address?"
Calcine put a hand on the Pokémon's head and turned her around with a twist of her wrist before sending her on the way with a slap on her ass. She barked a laugh as she jumped away, giving Brandy a wave. "Good luck with them! I'm working at the counter of Finishing Touches if you still feel frisky later!"
"Making such a scene," Maple sighed. "What'll I do with you?"
"Put pants on me?" Brandy said, holding her shirt down to hide her butt. It didn't help. Brandy knew her bare legs were too powerful to be allowed fully out in public.
Maple gave the hem of her shirt a flick from behind and laughed at Brandy's yelp from the sudden gust of wind that fluttered under and kissed her skin, "You sure? I think Mahi would like this look. You might get in her good books finally."
"I'm not sitting on Diner seats without pants on," Brandy said. "Not happening."
"Oh, if you go to Mahi like this, that won't be a problem. She'll have you bent over the table." Maple grinned, "Your shirt might get dirty, but Holly will peel it off before it gets too smeared."
Brandy chewed her lip thoughtfully, and Sparky facepalmed. "She's considering it isn't she."
"Of course," Calcine said. "I'd be worried our Brandy was a bit broken from all that growing and shrinking if she wasn't."
Maple pressed Brandy's underwear into her hands. "Tempting, but we got a Double Date planned. Get your pants on, Tsareena."
"My butt isn't huge," Brandy mumbled as she tried to get a pair of boxers on without showing off her butt to anyone. An impossible task, especially around all these eagle-eyed traitors.
"The legs silly, though are you sure? You may be inheriting from Sparky. It's a good butt from where I'm looking."
Sparky pushed her way past Maple to get a view of Brandy. "Oh shit, I made that?"
"Wait, let me see," Calcine said as Brandy hopped on one leg to slip her boxers on. She tipped, and Calcine caught her as she passed. Then bent her over her arm to present her ass for study. There was a contemplative silence.
"You better say it's gorgeous, or I'll kick you all to death." Brandy huffed. The blush on her cheeks had to be redder than her hair. She swung herself back to her feet and squatted to finish dressing without giving any more of a show.
"Good butt." Sparky nodded. "Getting there."
"Always liked it, but more is appreciated. " Calcine agreed.
Maple waved a hand in the air back and fore. "Judgement pending. We'll see what I think later."
Now what did that even mean?!
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Brandy's clothes didn't sit right on her as they entered the diner, and her attempts to adjust made it all sit worse. She was just going to put up with it. Brandy was familiar with the place, though. Poke-Bites was a chain restaurant you could find pretty much anywhere in Galar. Brandy hadn't been much. It was pricy and more for the adults out on dates. Her main memory of the place was her old girlfriend Cherry deciding to tag team in the Mewtwo Burger Challenge together for Cherry's Birthday. They'd flaked out before getting halfway and spent the rest of the day lying on the couch with the meat sweats. It had been an absolutely awful experience but in a fun way.
Maybe Brandy's awful track record at dating up to this point wasn't entirely her fault.
Still, the place was not exactly fancy, but it was fancier than you expected from a burger place. Private booths, soft music, and plenty of plants to break up sight lines and give everyone some privacy from each other. It should have been busy today, but there was just a furry-faced Pokémon working the counter wearing so many hair nets she could have trawled the ocean and a plastic raincoat with matching plastic gloves. The poor thing looked like she was cooking herself, tongue panting as they all came in.
She was so wrapped up to keep her fur out of the food it wasn't easy to tell what Pokémon she was, but the light and dark hair in the hair nets and her tall, lanky body made Brandy reasonably confident she was a Linoone. Cook was a rough job for any furred Pokémon. She must really love her work.
"Hey, lovebirds!" the suspected Linoone chirped, waving a Spatula at them. "Your two are still making my business unworkable, Maple, I know it's cheek, but can you convince them to speed things up a little? If there's a rush, I will melt trying to manage it."
"I'll have a word, Flip, but I think you'll lose some staff to them," Maple said. "Can you do us a round of milkshakes?"
"Mint! Mint! Share one with Calcine and me, Brandy." Sparky said, waving her hands.
"Hot sauce," Calcine said, and Sparky looked at her in horror. "What? I like hot food."
"In Milk?!"
"It's an option for a reason."
"Two mint milkshakes and one hot sauce," Brandy said. Her tastebuds didn't match Sparky's usually, but she had to agree on this one. "I'll try a little of Calcine's."
"You will not. You'll burn a hole in your stomach." Maple said and took Brandy's arm to walk her to the table. "And make your tongue completely unusable for the rest of the day."
That's a good point. It'd be rude to leave Maple to carry all the conversation on a double date because Brandy was too busy washing her mouth out. She'd have to leave sampling Calcine's spicy food crimes for another day.
The table Maple led them could be heard long before they arrived. Sure enough, when they rocked up to the booth, there was a cute brunette in the pink diner outfit sitting on the lap of a curvy Pokémon with big round mouse ears poking out of a rather stylish electric blue pixie cut with a little Butterfree hair cup pinned into it, the antenna bouncing in time with the gorgeous brunette waitress on her lap. The Waitress had utterly lost herself to whatever the Marill was doing to her as she sang her heart out in one long ecstatic wail.
"Holly," Maple said sweetly. "Could you finish up with her? I know she loves your tail, but Flip wants her Waitress back."
"Sure, boss!" Holly said with a quick salute. She had a lovely blue summer dress on, though the Waitress bouncing in her lap had done her best to ruffle it up. It was insane how out of it she'd looked, Brandy had seen women fucked stupid and had been herself a few times now, but she'd never seen someone who genuinely didn't look like she was home anymore. Just wholly given herself over to the pleasure of the Marill's tail. Well, they did have a reputation for them, seems it held up.
"Brandy," came a silky voice that made Brandy's spine quiver in reflexive terror. "Oh, we've all wanted to see you again."
Brandy was proud of her spiky red hair, but Mahi's long, flowing locks made her look like mud. The pure white horn that rose from her forehead wasn't anywhere as wickedly dangerous as the smile she had on. Mahi had a rivalry with Brandy that bordered on the mean for some reason. Well, okay, Brandy knew the reason full well. She had sprayed Mahi in the face with Repel Spray the first time they'd met and decided to hold a grudge over it.
She had no women in her lap, and her elbows leaned on the table, head in her hands. It seemed odd. Brandy couldn't imagine Mahi missing out on the action. She was a very assertive lady.
"Mahi, where did you two go?" Maple said, "Please tell me they're okay."
"Oh, they're doing just fine," Mahi said, her voice bubbling happily out of her throat. She may be eying Brandy up like a fish she wanted to fillet, but she was in an excellent mood about it.
"They're under the table, aren't they? That's not sanitary."
"I don't think what they're doing with their mouths would pass any health code. But the service here is so fucking good I'm overlooking it," Mahi said with a grin.
Oh, so that's what that slurping sound was. Which Brandy now had to sit by? She let Maple take Mahi's side as a buffer between them and left Calcine and Sparky to handle Holly.
"You going to finish that?" Sparky said as she looked at the Waitress. "I didn't get to order."
Holly was generous enough to push the pretty Waitress onto Sparky and Calcine's laps out of Brandy's sight, and the pair got busy with their hands. The noises she made only got louder. No wonder the place wasn't busy. It sounded like there was a murder being committed.
"Brandy, you know Mahi, this is Holly, my other partner. She's a menace."
"No!" Holly said, hand over her heart as her tail wiggled furiously, adding a staccato of pleasured wails and bobbing ass to her innocent gesture. "I'm as sweet as can be. Mahi and Maple told me all about you!"
"Oh," Brandy said and looked at Mahi, who was still giving her a sly stare. "Good. Is that good?"
"Yeah, absolutely! How you helped Maple, the trouble you got into. Mahi even told me how to say hello properly."
Brandy's distrust of Mahi paid off as she quickly flicked up an empty plate. Holly had raised a squirt bottle from beside her and tried to spray Brandy, the mist mainly hitting the plate and only lightly dusting her hair.
"Oh, quick hands! Nice!" Holly laughed, "Hey, I tried Mahi. You should have told me she learns fast."
"I'm surprised myself," Mahi smirked. "I guess she took my lesson to heart. I'll just have to see how other plans play out."
Has anyone ever died on a Double Date? Brandy was suddenly not entirely confident of her chances.
Chapter 85: Table Service
Summary:
Maple's Partners break the health code
Chapter Text
Brandy had seen her fair share of marathon orgasms by now, but Holly was just showing off. The waitress flopped over the laps of her Partners and was doing her best to pleasure them. A tongue curled around Sparky's cock, and her hands pressed Calcine's length up into her breasts to give her a nice hard and soft hole to fuck. It was a commendable effort from someone so clearly spent. She only caught Brandy's eyes once, with a fucked stupid smile and a glazed expression that barely registered her presence. But the length of Marill's tail Brandy could see just kept bouncing as she coaxed the waitress to another climax.
Brandy had never seen a woman have such an exhausted orgasm, just a long, content sigh and a nuzzle of her face into Sparky's thighs as she let her mind float away into pleasure again. Holly sitting there with the biggest smile, so very proud of herself. It felt a little needy. A Pokémon with the ability to break a woman like Mercury but lacking the self-confidence to know when to stop.
Not that Brandy would have said no to a go on it. The waitress might be nothing but jelly now, but the joyful sounds that rolled out her throat made it clear she was very content jelly. Maybe she'd even asked for it. It was wrong of Brandy just to assume Holly was evil because Mahi was.
"Bring it to an end doesn't mean give her a heart attack," Maple said firmly with a click of her fingers at Holly. "Give her a break Holly. Mahi, you have to let one of yours go back to work."
"They're putting in a lot of work right now," Mahi said, her voice strained as her hands flexed. She was trying to hold in her orgasm and having a rough time with it. "I don't have the heart to tear them away."
Maple leaned, got a hold of the back of Mahi's neck, and leaned in to whisper something into her ear. Brandy wished she knew what because Mahi's opens popped wide open, and the frills along her body gave an excited flutter.
"Okay, ladies," Mahi grinned. "Rock, Fire, Grass with tongues. The winner stays on. Ready? Go."
Mahi banged her fist on the table as some very wet-sounding competition occurred under the table. "Take it back. Best of three."
"Get out, loser!" Maple yelled under the table. "Work quick, and maybe you can earn a really nice tip,"
Brandy bit back a laugh. It was so nice to see someone struggling to keep control of her horny Pokémon. Maple definitely had a far firmer hand, but from how she took this in her stride, this wasn't a new situation. Being a Water Ace probably meant you'd have to be used to your Pokémon luring in women the moment you took your eyes off them. They enjoyed the seduction almost as much as the fucking.
Kicking her legs up so the lady could pass, Brandy squeaked as her thighs got poked rather firmly before a head popped out. Shiny black hair tied into a pigtail, so recognizably fat Brandy didn't need to look at the cute freckled face with bright blue eyes.
"Tansy?"
"Brandy!" the waitress sounded so cheerful about seeing her as she crawled up to her feet and wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve. Hopefully, Flip was going to make her change before she served food. "I knew I'd seen those legs! There's not much that good about."
"You two know each other?" Maple put an arm casually around Brandy's shoulder as she said that, her hand holding Brandy firm. The support was a nice gesture.
"Brandy seems to know every girl in this town." Calcine said, "Did she date you by accident, too, in school?"
"Senna and I tried, but Cherry beat us to it." Tansy laughed. "Don't get me wrong. We've seen each other plenty. I just never expected Brandy to catch me on the job. You're here with a date?"
"Um..." Brandy wasn't expecting to meet an old friend here, of all places, and she really wasn't ready to find out Senna and Tansy had been after her in school. Was there anyone who hadn't been? She stepped out as she tried to think of any signs she'd missed that they were into it and left her mouth to make a fool of itself. "I'm here to date."
"It's one big group date." Sparky said, "A date puddle."
"Oh damn, that's cool! You got room for a sixth?"
Maple's grip tightened even more firmly on Brandy's shoulder. "Sorry, plans already made. But I meant it about the tip. I think we got milkshakes coming."
Tansy gave a bow and quickly skittered away, Flip bundling her right back out of the kitchen and into a backroom before she could touch anything. Maple's squeezing hand moved to a gentle massage, which was much more pleasant than the squeeze. Brandy dipped her head to lay on the hand, and Maple flicked her cheek with her fingers as she worked.
"If we only get six, I'm going to be disappointed," Holly huffed as she finally withdrew her tail from the mewling brunette, who Brandy thankfully didn't know. The ball of her tail popped out with a slurpy, wet sound that was such a uniquely sexual noise it made everyone squirm. Holly's ears wiggled proudly as she used a napkin to clean off the round tail ball, leaving Brandy to wonder how it all worked. Did the ball do something? Was it electrified? Did it reshape?
So many tail questions.
"So we're picking up more?" Calcine said, "I don't mind that, but it's going to be difficult to get to know everyone."
"You're going clubbing," Maple said as she tapped a tune on Brandy's cheek.
"Not been clubbing for ages," Brandy said. "Hope you don't mind. I can't dance."
"I'm sure you'd learn quickly, but you're not going anyway. This is a Pokémon only date."
"Don't we have to all be there on a double date?" Brandy said, nipping at the poking fingers. Maple was too quick and flicked Brandy's nose for even daring. It suitably told Brandy to let them have their musical fun.
"Two separate dates are still a double date if they happen at the same time," Holly said. Brandy was pretty sure that's not how it worked, but the mouse Pokémon seemed so enthused by the idea that Brandy didn't have the heart to try to correct her. "I'm excited about it! The four of us are going to absolutely crush the place."
Possibly literally, under a heap of sweating bodies. Calcine and Sparky's eyes had lit up at the suggestion, so they were clearly on board with the idea. Could she trust them with Mahi and Holly?
No. Absolutely not. But they'd earned a bit of trouble. Brandy just had to hope it didn't get too out of hand.
"I would like to see you dance," Brandy sighed. The only way to stop Maple from tapping her face was to pull her closer, so she did. Tansy unloaded a tray full of milkshakes as she bobbed her hips.
"Want to come clubbing after work, Tansy?" Sparky asked.
"I'm off in a few hours. I'd probably miss it."
"No way." Holly blew Tansy a kiss. "We'll keep going for you. It just gives us time to warm up. We'll bring Senna! Mahi's attached to her."
Mahi stroked a head under the table. Wait, that was Senna under there? Those two had been inseparable in school, but she hadn't expected them to keep going outside it.
"You two are still dating?" Brandy asked, trying not to sound shocked. High school romance didn't usually last, but Tansy and Senna had been dating seemingly since they'd met. They must have stronger bonds than even Pokémon could endure this long.
"Yeah, still!" Tansy said, a little heated. "It's amazing we're not married yet, right?"
"I'm not proposing with dick in my mouth," came a voice under the table. "You stuff her mouth Mahi, and maybe I'll do it."
Mahi giggled and wiggled her eyes at Tansy, who shook her head.
"So bad at romance. Get her back for me, Mahi."
"Oh, I will." the Goldeen purred. "She won't have the breath to say such things."
"Okay!" Maple said loud enough everyone snapped to attention. "This table is far too crowded. Down your milkshakes and shoo. I want to talk to Brandy about plans."
"Wait!" Sparky said, "We need a word with you."
"No, get going," Maple said, shaking her hand dismissively at Sparky.
"Vitally important sorry," Calcine said, lifting the brown-haired waitress off her legs and propping her up on Holly's lap. She held on weakly and kissed the Marill's ears, completely love-struck. "We'll be back shortly."
Calcine got her arms under Maple's and just picked her up. She gave Calcine a frustrated kick, but Rock Types weren't really something you could stop with angry kicks. Calcine walked off with Maple still struggling to get free, Sparky tailing after, Milkshake in hand, sucking on both straws.
Brandy just knew she was going to get in trouble later for that.
Mahi reached out to grab Brandy's arm and pulled her in, reminding her she could get in trouble right now! Brandy tried to get her hand around the table's edge to hold her off, but she wasn't quite quick enough. Her fingers slipped off the table's edge as Mahi dragged Brandy into a side-armed hug.
"Hi, Brandy," Mahi purred as Senna shifted to avoid bumping Brandy's leg. The head bobbing down there, savaging a wettened cock that was practically throbbing, was very distracting and almost let Brandy ignore Mahi's Carvanah smile. Almost.
"If you spray bottle me, I'm going to put you in a headlock," Brandy said, resigning herself to being hugged for now by the closest thing to her Nemesis.
"I'll get her out," Holly said, the ball of her tail tapping Brandy's leg. It gave a little flurry of shocks, crackling with lightning and making her leg twitch. It was a strangely pleasant feeling. Waves of comforting pleasure spread out from where the blue ball on the end of Holly's wiry tail touched. "Mahi wasn't kidding. You have really nice thighs."
"And I'll let Holly slip her tail between them if you don't listen up, Brandy. We need to talk about you and Maple because she is vitally important to us both, and if you fuck this up for her. Well, we would both hate to see that happen. So let's make sure it doesn't."
Brandy gulped. This probably wouldn't be a gentle talk.
Chapter 86: Sink or Swim
Summary:
Mahi and Holly talk date night.
Brandy has all the clues. Can she solve this mystery?
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Having a Pokémon Nemesis was not something Brandy had ever imagined she'd have to deal with, but if someone had asked Brand to describe what her Nemesis would look like, massive tits would not have been part of the description.
It was really taking the edge off Mahi's threatening attitude as they pressed into Brandy's side. That and she was shorter than Brandy. She could hug Brandy's side as tightly as she wanted, but her chin still had to rest on Brandy's chest for Mahi to stare up at her with her gorgeous sea-green eyes. It spoke to just how badly Calcine had worn her out that she hadn't fallen for Mahi the first time they'd met; she was a beauty and knew it.
"I can see you looking down my top," Mahi said, amusedly smiling at Brandy's blush.
"Hard for her not to," Holly said as she stole Calcine's milkshake and shook off a straw so she could transfer it over. "Maple does it all the time too. I've sneaked a peek once or twice myself. You got a gorgeous set."
Holly giggled as Mahi kicked her under the table. It was good to know that while they were on the same team, Holly didn't really share Mahi's hate boner for her. It wasn't fair. She wasn't staring at Mahi's chest. Well, not entirely. Hugged up close, Brandy could also see past Mahi's amazing boobs to her lap. Senna was doing her best to curl her tongue around the Goldeen's dick, lipstick all up and down Mahi's length. The stripe of brown in her blonde hair was even more strongly inherited since Brandy had last seen her, and her eyes weren't just a pretty blue anymore. They were bright enough they glowed, the light they gave off flickering as she winked at Brandy.
A sharp click of fingers snapped her focus back to Mahi, "I'm serious. We need to talk."
"I get it," Brandy sighed, "You don't like me and want to back off from Maple."
Mahi raised her grip to get her fingers around Brandy's neck, squeezing her throat as she pulled her head closer. "I love Maple, but I like you too, Brandy. If I hated you, I'd want nothing to do with you."
Brandy's shocked look made Mahi laugh. "Don't believe me?"
"No! You fingerfucked me to tell me off, and you always take Maple's side no matter what I say."
"And is Maple usually wrong?" Mahi said with a tilt of her head.
Brandy puffed her cheeks out. That was a good point, Maple might have a lot of confidence, but it wasn't unearned. She was good at everything, amazing at most even. Everything about her screamed of a woman who would steal the heart of a Legendary and go down in history.
"You fingerfuck your enemies?" Holly said as she sipped Calcine's milkshake. Her mouse ears flicked out wide and fluttered most adorably as her eyes popped wide open, and then she started to cough madly, spraying the table with milk.
"Holly, what the fuck!" Mahi yelled as she flexed a finger. The milk droplets rushed off their clothes and skin and floated into the air. They swirled around into a ring before pouring back into Calcine's milkshake.
"It's not my fault! This thing is poisoned!"
"It's a spicy milkshake," Brandy said as if that was a completely normal thing to order. Scoria made them for herself sometimes, and Brandy had only tried it once. She'd regretted that immediately. It was a huge relief she hadn't gotten any in her eye. "Calcine loves hot food."
"Ugh, weird Rock types." Holly groaned as she washed her tongue out with a spray of water from her fingertips. Then took another sip of it. "Horrible. But Mahi has a point, Brandy. If she made you orgasm, maybe she doesn't hate you?"
Brandy recalled the water-powered finger blasting she'd gotten in the lake, the mind melting ecstasy combing with spine-tingling threats. "Noooo, it was a pretty aggressive orgasm, and she got me with Repel Spray after."
"You deserved it." Mahi said, "Okay. Maybe I enjoy seeing you suffer a little, but I don't hate you. You brought Maple and me together and believed in her at her lowest. Maple talks about you a lot."
"Relentlessly," Holly nodded.
"A frankly annoying amount." Mahi tapped Brandy's chest firmly with a stabbing finger. "But you made a great call. Maple's a beautiful fit for any Water Type, and now she's mine."
"And mine!" Holly said, getting another kick. "Ahaha! Share her heart, loser. I'm prettier than you and break her way better than you can."
The issue with Pokémon was when their Partners weren't about. They could get a little out of control. Another reason to worry about what Sparky and Calcine would do out of her sight. Mahi flexed her fingers again, and Calcine's milkshake rose out of the glass and formed a floating ball.
"I got to wash out some water rat's tongue?" Mahi said, voice filled with saccharine sweetness as she made the milkshake ball wave around in the air.
"See, this is why Brandy thinks you're mean," Holly huffed as she pulled her legs onto the diner seat, a faint blue shimmer protecting her. "All the horrible things you say you'll do."
"So if you're not warning me off, what is you wanted to say?" Brandy said, trying to press on past this silly argument. Senna didn't deserve to get caught in a fight, especially with all the work she was putting in that Mahi was barely even recognizing.
"Right!" Mahi flexed her fingers, dropped the milkshake back into its glass, and then put her hand down to lace her fingers through Senna's hair. "You could really hurt Maple tonight. She's horribly fond of you, and just because we're Water Types doesn't mean we like seeing women cry. You've done some stupid shit because you weren't thinking straight. That's not going to be good enough tonight."
"We expect the best," Holly nodded, gingerly lowering her shield and pushing Calcine's milkshake to the other end of the table to sit on its own. "Want to see her come back all smiles. Floating off the ground happily."
"We get along really well." Brandy said, "I'm not going to upset her, I swear. Maple's amazing."
"That we agree on," Mahi said, her breath quickened as she rubbed Senna's head. Her work finally starting to wear down the Goldeen. "Take care of her, and we're even."
"You'll stop trying to squirt me?"
Mahi dragged a finger along Brandy's lips, the end fizzling with refreshing water. "When you don't want it, Brandy. But I know you will. You made such sweet noises last time."
Mahi was undeniably evil, but sexy evil really did it for Brandy. She could put up with sleeping with a super-villain if it came with super orgasms. So she just sucked on the finger, which made Mahi's eyes go wide in surprise and really lose herself.
"Mahi!" Senna squealed as she rushed to get her mouth around Mahi's cock, cum dribbled off her face. She managed a few sucks before coughing and turning to rub her face. "Right up the nose. Warn a girl next time!"
Seeing Mahi look embarrassed and a crimson blush shine growing on her already red cheeks was delicious, something Brandy didn't even think possible.
"Shit, sorry. Should I clean you up?" Mahi said. It was such a shift. She sounded genuinely hurt she'd messed up. Water Types were meant to be peerless seductresses. Brandy had never read about what happened when they failed. The pop of Mahi's confidence bubble really changed her. Underneath all that smarm, Mahi really did just want her partners to enjoy themselves.
Sparky could be a little shit too. Maybe Brandy shouldn't rate Mahi too severely for her behavior.
Senna clambered from under the table, scaling Mahi like a climbing frame. "You owe me more than a clean-up for that!"
"I can make Brandy lick it up?" Mahi said, "She'll do anything I say with two fingers in her."
Or Mahi was just evil, maybe that too. Brandy wiggled her fingertip at Mahi, smirking at having made her cum with a fingertip. Sort of.
"Alright you win that one," Mahi huffed "That was pretty slick."
Brandy wasn't keeping score, but if she got a win on the board, she'd take it.
Senna gripped Mahi's shoulders and kissed her, a messy one that left Mahi waving a hand to make her own cum drift off their faces.
"You've grilled the girl enough." Senna giggled "I want you and Holly to myself. Full attention."
Holly rolled her eyes and slid out of the table. "Things I do to keep a fish happy."
"Shut it, rat. I know you can't wait to get your tail in her," Mahi said as she picked up Senna and pushed Brandy out of the booth. "We're going to ruin the bathrooms here. Don't fuck this up. Maple's special and deserves to be treated like a Princess."
"I will," Brandy said and meant it. She had no clue what the date entailed, but she wanted Maple to enjoy it. She really did. "And then I'll get her to tell you all about it."
"Ugh, no, just show her a good time," Mahi said as she pulled the giggling Senna out of the booth. "Don't encourage her being all gushy."
Brandy couldn't resist. She'd seen Mahi flustered, and she leaped at the chance to get a little revenge for all the teasing. "We'll take photos, videos even, and she can give you a full presentation after."
"I have to listen to all this too! I didn't do anything wrong!" Holly said as she curled her tail around Senna's leg.
"You tried to spray me," Brandy said, dabbing her wet hair.
"And failed, so that doesn't count!" Holly said, "Tell her Mahi wants the details in private, and I'll owe you one." She had her tail race up Senna's skirt, and the cooing gasp from the Waitress made Brandy's spine tingle. "Believe me. I'll make it worth your time."
"Deal," Brandy nodded. "Have fun with Sparky and Calcine. Seriously, I, um, if you mess with them, I'll..."
Mahi patted Brandy's cheek. "You can't do threatening, but it's cute watching you try. We'll all enjoy ourselves. You focus on your end. Or you might see Maple cry, and I know you don't want to see that."
Brandy didn't, not just because of Mahi's wrath but because the very idea seemed awful. She would do her best on this date. Total focus and complete satisfaction.
As Mahi and Holly took Senna off, Brandy was left with the unconscious brunette and a burning question she wished she'd asked.
What were they going to do where a crying Maple was a possible outcome?
Chapter 87: Clue Bat
Summary:
Brandy has suspicions about Maple's date.
Notes:
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For lack of better options, Brandy tried out the Mint Milkshake. It was actually pretty nice, even though it tasted absolutely nothing like mint. If you put enough syrup in a drink, it turns out it just tastes of syrup. Tasty syrup, so she wasn't going to complain, it'd have been pointless anyway. The Brunette waitress she'd been left with was far too fucked silly to deal with Brandy right now, drooling happily in her sleep on the other seat.
Did Brandy drool in her sleep? Surely not. Sparky would have made fun of her for it by now.
She tried to pace herself on the milkshake. It was going to be a busy night. She just knew it. But that didn't stop her from eying Calcine's spicy milkshake and wondering. Sure, Maple had said she couldn't have any, but Maple wasn't here right now. She'd never know.
"Absolutely not," Calcine called out as Brandy went to reach for it. The shock of it made Brandy screech in surprise.
"What's she doing?" Maple said. Calcine had thrown her over the shoulder, and her legs swung to kick Calcine in the boob as she tried to wiggle off. Calcine took it so stoically that it was funny, and the only thing stopping Brandy from laughing was she didn't want to upset Maple. "Brandy, get me down!"
"Calcine," Brandy tried to say sternly, but it didn't land at all when she was already biting down a laugh. She just got a flat look in response.
"She was unruly, Brandy. We had to make her listen," Sparky said as she came around Calcine and reached over the table to steal Brandy's milkshake. "Wasn't easy. We nearly died."
"And what did you tell her?" Brandy said as she got up. Calcine could be stubborn, but Brandy was taller, and while Calcine might not be willing to give her over, Brandy was confident she wouldn't fight her either. It was just a case of finding out how stubborn Calcine's grip could be.
"Wicked secrets about you, everything embarrassing you've done," Sparky said as she sipped Brandy's milkshake. "We didn't have enough time for it all, so we came back."
Well, she didn't believe that one bit. Calcine just smiled cryptically. That's the problem with Rock Types. They have outstanding poker faces.
"Mahi and Holly are up to some trouble in the restrooms. You can catch up if you give me her."
"They are? Oh no," Maple groaned, "I hope they don't break anything this time. Or anyone."
Calcine let go and grabbed Sparky's arm. Brandy staggered back as she took Maple's weight and tumbled onto the seat again, Maple in her lap. "We'll go check on them." Calcine was fiery-eyed and dragged Sparky and Brandy's milkshake with her as she went.
To Brandy's embarrassment, Maple didn't get out of her lap and just fixed up her gorgeous blonde hair with a few strokes of her hand and then turned to look at Brandy. She had the faintest curl on the end of her lips, like she was fighting down a smile.
"You played Calcine," Brandy said, "She's all worked up. You knew she'd run right into a situation like that."
"Fire Type can be very simple. Suits you."
Brandy gave the cheeky blonde a squeeze. She felt good in her arms, a nice weight on her lap. Her body was warm from struggling to get off Calcine, and it radiated through her blue and white summer dress to mingle with Brandy's body heat. She'd always been rather warm, something Scoria had passed down to her. Girls used to hug her during winter for warmth. At least, that's what they said they'd done it for. Brandy had learned enough by now to be pretty sure there had been other motives.
If Maple had hugged her she'd have got it for sure, someone that pretty up close would have surely melted her brain enough for it to get a clue. It's a shame it'd never happen, though. She'd just have to settle for Maple getting comfortable in her lap. Wiggling her butt to get comfy. Touching her side and stroking her arms for support.
Wait a second...
"What is the date plan you have for me?" Brandy said, trying to keep her voice steady. She was assuming things! She had to play it cool. Maybe Maple was just having fun flirting. She was a Water Ace.
"Hrm, I could tell you or show you." Maple said, "Which do you want?"
"Tell me." Brandy couldn't wait. That'd be torture.
"I'll show you then!" Maple laughed as she leaned back on Brandy. "Carry me?"
"Legs don't work?" Brandy said, giving Maple a bounce in her lap.
"Sparky wanted to calm me down so they could give me the talk," Maple huffed. "She overdid it a bit."
"Oh? Oh! They really don't work." Brandy gave those legs a pat. Maple had been leaning on her for support, not just for comfort. Her skin was really lovely and soft, and Brandy resisted the urge to rub it.
"Not super well," Maple said, "I'd be mad at her, but you know."
"Hard to be after her shocks, I get it." Brandy really did too. Sparky might be a pest, but she had a lot of ways to make up for it, and she always did. Eventually. One arm around Maple's back, another supporting her legs. A princess carry for a princess. "I'm sure our Partners can get into trouble without us. Grab my neck, and let's go."
Held up like this, they were at eye level, and their heads were so close together. Brandy could just reach out and kiss her, Maple seemed to lean forward to do just that, making Brandy's heart thump so fast she was worried Maple would hear it. Instead, she settled for a lean on Brandy's shoulder and a small smile. "Lead on."
"Right. Right." Brandy took a step, then stopped. "I have absolutely no idea where we're going."
"Oh! Yes. Sorry." Maple giggled. "Well, you walk, and I'll direct you then. If you don't mind me being your Trainer for the ride?"
Brandy didn't mind at all. A woman this cute in her arms? Maple could do whatever she wanted.
--
Carrying Maple to their date was nice, but it was also far more of a workout than Brandy had been expecting. She'd thought it'd be somewhere close by. It was not. She was sweating by the time they finally reached the Canal. Maple wasn't heavy, but she wasn't light either. Her arms ached from taking the weight, and her legs felt the burn. For Maple, she endured, but it was getting tough.
Turrfield Canal wasn't anything that impressive. Two stone walls penned in a long stretch of water. It wasn't as fun as the river, which often had Pokémon bathing beside it, though once a year, all the barges would come upstream and throw an on-the-water market festival which Brandy loved because there were always plenty of Poffin vendors. Brandy had completed her quest to eat every type of Poffin that existed before she'd even left Turrfield, so she'd had to settle for Pokémon. At least she was pretty sure she'd got them all. She always kept an eye out in case she'd missed one.
Nice, serene, and calm. After all the days' craziness, there was an appeal to that.
"You're really fit," Maple said as Brandy took a breath by the waterside. "I thought you'd have put me down by now."
"Got to be fit as a Trainer," Brandy said, tightening her grip. Putting Maple down was tempting, but if she could impress her? She'd carry her all the way to Motostoke.
Maple rubbed her leg across Brandy's stomach, which had her quickly shifting her grip to catch the shift in her weight. It didn't help that the feeling of Maple's leg rubbing over her stomach made her insides flutter and her limbs go weak. She had to focus.
"A walk by the Canal is a nice date," Brandy said lamely. Wanting to focus was nice and all, but it was hard to do when a ludicrously hot girl was using you to scratch an itch.
"Can do better than that! I'm not so basic. Keep going." Maple said, and so Brandy did. Deep breaths in through the nose, out through the mouth. She'd learned that in volleyball training, and it had been endlessly useful to help her catch her breath. There'd been a lot of need to catch her breath lately.
Maple might just be enjoying the Brandy ride, but she did help out in her way. Little words of encouragement and ruffles of Brandy's hair kept her moving step after step, the sun had all but set, and the orange setting sun looked so pretty shining off the water.
"Stop here," Maple said as they arrived at a moored Canal boat. It was a dark green wooden thing, with black stripes at the water line, and looked very simple, a big cabin at the back of the boat with an opening to sit. The boat name 'King Leer' was written on the side in red font with a white outline. A pun so bad Brandy was just going to ignore it as best she could.
"Welcome aboard my fair vessel," Maple said. "Sail the seas with me. Also, put me down."
"I got used to carrying you," Brandy smiled as she stepped carefully over the edge of the Canal Boat with Maple. "And you made me walk a really long way. So why should I put you down?"
She tried to sound cool and playful and hoped one of those was coming through in the tone. It was hard when she was still short of breath, and her arms were soaked in sweat.
"I have food, water, and candles. Trust me, it'll be worth it." Maple said, "This is our date spot. Out on the water with me, just the two of us."
"To get to know each other?" Brandy said as she let Maple down. Food sounded good, and water sounded even better. Candles, she would give a shot after those two. "Like a sleepover?"
Maple actually snorted a laugh at that and batted Brandy's arm. "You're just like they said."
"Who?" Brandy knew who as soon as she'd asked. "Wait, what did those two tell you?"
"They had some advice for me, is all. About you. And girls." Maple grabbed Brandy's wrists. "This is a date, not a sleepover. That was a romantic walk, not you carrying me because my legs didn't work."
Maple leaned in and went up on tiptoes to kiss Brandy's chin. The heat from it flowed right into her brain, which from the feeling of it, then melted immediately out of her ears. Soft lips on her, the meaning of it, the gesture. Too much to process
"That was a kiss, not a thank you for letting me use your muscles. Though I do thank you for the muscles, they are lovely."
Brandy tried to reply, but her tongue got in the way of her words, and it just came out as a big, mushy yelp of surprise.
"Do I need to be more direct? They said I might have to really beat it into you." Maple said, "I don't mind getting a little rough."
Brandy shook her head and regretted it. A tussle with Maple sounded really good.
"Purrloin got your tongue?" Maple smiled and just ... fuck. She was so pretty, so full of eager joy it was hard not to be captivated by it. Brandy might be willing to admit she was attractive to some, maybe even a lot, but she wasn't in Maple's league. Not even close.
And yet.
"I suspected you were into me. I was going to get it!" Brandy blurted out, honest to a fault. She'd been working it out. She would totally have got it. Eventually. With a few more hints.
"I had bunny ears I was going to put on if you needed more hints. Glad I didn't have to go that far."
She cackled at the look of disappointment in Brandy's eyes. She really was perfect as Mahi's trainer. They were both evil in a wickedly hot way.
But she could handle Mahi, barely, a challenge like this? Brandy was ready to lose hard and love every minute of it.
Chapter 88: That's the Rub
Summary:
Two adorable goofs be cute as shit
Chapter Text
"The candles won't burn the boat, will they?" Brandy said as she lit it anyway. Maple was smart. She'd have thought about this. Brandy just wanted to know why.
"It's all lacquered. A little flame like that won't do anything, and the canal has a Qwilfish who keeps an eye out for it." Maple narrowed her eyes, "She'll yell at us too, so no setting the boat on fire just to get a look at her."
"Maybe I'm into that," Brandy said as she cupped the flame with her hand. Just a tease. She wasn't into it. Probably. It depended on how hot the Pokémon was.
"Calcine's not a full fire Type yet, so no burning yourself either! Get over here. You're a menace."
Maple had laid out a big stash of pillows for their on-deck picnic and sprawled out on them as she tried to get the cork out of a wine bottle. It resisted her corkscrew pull, no matter how much she waved at it and grunted in frustration. Brandy sat beside her and held a hand for it, which Maple ignored and kept tugging away doggedly.
"I didn't take you as a wine type," Brandy said as she watched the contest of wills and waited for a chance to jump in.
"Never had it," Maple said as the cork squeaked and remained steadfast. "Be my first bottle if they hadn't glued the cork in!"
"Well, I'll get rid of it then. I'm sure you got something else," Brandy said as she took away the wine bottle. Then gripped the corkscrew and gave it a firm tug, the cork pop ringing loudly in the cool night air. "Oops, hand slipped."
"Showoff," Maple shook her head as she took the wine bottle back and then lobbed a pillow Brandy's way. "Typical Bug trainer, annoyingly helpful sneak."
It was a pretty soft pillow toss, and Brandy laughed it off as it bumped off her chest. "Hey! Have to let me have something! You're good at everything and pretty too. All I got is my body."
Maple looked over Brandy's body and hid her mouth with her hand. Was she laughing? What was funny about that?
It seemed Maple had forgiven her this time as she scooched herself up next to Brandy and nudged an arm until she could get under it. Being tall came with problems, but being able to act as shelter for a cute girl made up for a lot of it.
"Drink some wine," Maple offered the bottle.
"Don't need wine to enjoy this," Brandy said, "I'm loving it already."
"Cute, but drink anyway," Maple said as she nuzzled into Brandy's side. "It might taste bad, and I'd look silly spitting it out."
Brandy wouldn't look any less silly, but it seemed Maple had already decided that wasn't her problem. Argument was impossible. Maple was rubbing her body against Brandy's, and Brandy couldn't argue. Not when her throat had gone completely dry at the feeling of that soft body pressed into her side until the hard parts of them met and rubbed against each other so firmly they felt it in their cores. Even though all the clothes, that close contact was as good as a kiss.
The wine was actually pretty nice. It tasted like Hondew berry juice, with that sweetness that was always a good way to cheer up after a bad day. But with a sharp, sour edge that was strange but not unpleasantly so.
Maple was watching Brandy, clearly fascinated by her. "You really will do anything for people, won't you?"
"Is that bad?" Brandy said, "I want people to enjoy themselves, so I put in the work to get them there."
"Work?" Maple tried the word in her mouth and then stole the wine bottle back. "Being nice is work?"
"Yeah, don't you think so? Putting aside what I want for a bit to help others, that's work."
"I'm a Trainer. Mahi and Holly can be fun, but I have to make sure they do the work not to be too terrible. You got it the wrong way around." Maple said and took a swig from the bottle. Brandy expected her to choke going so hard on it, but she managed to get it all down. "Oh, that's quite nice."
Lea had been surprised at Brandy's style too. It was unconventional, she knew that, backward even. Trainers were meant to lead Pokémon, not in a domineering way but firmly. Help relationships foster despite all the urges. Letting them indulge and training them that way was, well, Brandy liked doing it. It wasn't always easy, but it felt right.
"You think I'm a bad Trainer?" Brandy said, but softly. Giving Maple permission to criticize.
Maple took another swig and then shuffled against Brandy's body more, slowly sliding her head over Brandy's chest until her head plopped into Brandy's lap and her legs kicked up onto a pile of pillows. "You handled Mercury better. You got your first Pokémon before me. You got a badge now. You're an excellent Trainer, Brandy. You're just not," she waved a hand in the air. "A Trainer? I don't know, you're weird."
"You're weird." Brandy teased, stroking Maple's hair. Her long blonde locks were so ridiculously well-kept that it felt sacrilegious to run her fingers through them and disturb the style. But it was just too soft to resist. "I'm a mess; you know it, but you still want to be here."
The Barge was drifting. They'd undid the ropes earlier, which was on a lazy drift down the stream. With the motor off, the occasional splash of water on the side was the only real sound, and the stars glittered above as the sun finally went to sleep. It was ludicrously picturesque, Maple had clearly put in work to make the scene as romantic as possible, and as usual, she'd crushed it. Brandy didn't need the wine warming her up to feel good here, but it didn't hurt.
"Your lap's warm," Maple said to break the silence eventually. "And I know what I want, so don't argue. You're tall, attractive, and funny. I'd bond you if you were a Pokémon for sure."
D'aww. Brandy was blushing.
"You'd need to carry a stepladder around to kiss me." she teased. Sparky was so getting into her head. Jokes helped to push past words that should leave her a blushing mess.
Maple grabbed the lapel of Brandy's shirt and pulled her down. Her eyes glittered as she looked up at Brandy's shocked face. "Nonsense, I have plenty of ways to make you bend."
Holy shit. Holy shit.
It was one thing to know Maple was into her. It was quite another to have Maple pull her down. To close the gap between them with a light tug until their lips meeting was inevitable. Brandy could have stopped her, but she did what she did best and let Maple take the lead.
They kissed.
It wasn't the heart-racing kiss of a Pokémon battle or the breath-stealing kiss of a worked-up Partner. It was slow and gentle. Brandy wanted to make it last longer, stretch out that soft moment until she could wrap herself up in a blanket with the memory of it. But Maple wanted to get her hands on Brandy's body, and there was no way she would fight that. Brandy's shirt buttons popped off as Maple pulled, showing a strength she hadn't with the wine bottle. It was easy to forget Maple's Poké-mom was a Fighting Type, with how perfectly composed Maple always looked. You'd be tricked into thinking she'd inherited a ridiculous amount of Fairy for sure.
Brandy wasn't going to complain. It let Maple slip her hand into Brandy's shirt and squeeze at her stomach, draw fingers along the light tone of muscles, and work her way past the waist of Brandy's pants. The most lightweight touches to Brandy's hips were all Maple needed to make Brandy sweat, the feeling of fingers down there, not touching anything that risky but still touching her! It was too much to process, and Brandy let out a quiet moan of approval as Maple ran her hand down her trouser leg to stroke her inner thigh. There wasn't enough room in her pants for Maple, and it was incredibly hot that she had to strain to move, every press forced through sheer will.
Maple looked so proud of herself at all the reactions she was getting, but Brandy wouldn't just let herself be taken without any fight. She might be a weird, backward Trainer, but she was still a Trainer. She rolled Maple off her lap, a squeak of protest as she tumbled onto the pillows, anchored to Brandy by the hand down her pants. Maple landed on her front, and Brandy climbed atop her, straddling her ass and pressing Maple into the pillows, hands out to grab her shoulders and press down with her thumbs. She'd gotten a lot of good massages off Calcine, and now she needed to prove she'd been paying attention.
Her fingers didn't have that deep, warm heat Calcine's had that made the insides melt, but Maple's mewling reaction made Brandy feel like she had that power. Maple planted her face into the pillows and pushed her body back against Brandy's thumbs, and together they worked her muscles deep. The mere touch of Maple's skin where her dress parted at the shoulders was intoxicating. Brandy pressed her thumbs firmer and firmer into Maple's body, wanting to please her with every stroke.
"Mm..." Maple groaned, pulling her hand free from Brandy's pants so she could fully lay out and enjoy it. "'s good."
Brandy worked her fingers into the dress, lifting herself to slide it past her body. A very slow, inch-by-inch undressing of Maple as she bunched the summer dress over her body.
"Do my back," Maple said, wiggling her hips to shuffle Brandy down her body. Brandy obliged, pressing her fingers firmly into the muscles of Maple's back as she shuffled her top off. Maple was way fitter than Brandy expected. Her back was elegant but strong. Like a dancer or a gymnast, one who could effortlessly lift their own body but look so graceful doing it. She was definitely faking it for the cork just to get Brandy to do it. Mynx.
Brandy pressed down firmly, finding knots in her back and working them free with little rotations of her thumb. Maple shuddered for every spot of tension she hit. As all of Maple's tension finally faded, the shudder became a squirm as she rubbed herself back against Brandy. That sliding friction, the skin on skin, was so good it seemed unreal.
It got more unreal when Maple rolled over.
Brandy stared at the exposed expanse of Maple's toned stomach up to her lacy, black bra-covered chest. A chest that put Brandy to shame, but Brandy didn't mind because it was right there and ready for her. The straps of her underwear peeking out from Brandy's legs were a thin promise that this night could get so much wilder. The whole sight was breathtaking.
"Do my front," Maple ordered, and Brandy lept into action eagerly. She would worship every inch of this body while she got the chance.
"Then do me," Maple purred, and that simple command completely fucked up Brandy's flow. She knew this was where it was heading. Maple had made it all very clear, which was a delightful change. But Brandy hadn't put any thought into how she was actually going to make Maple feel good. She'd never gone beyond kissing a girl before. This was all going to be new and probably, like a lot of things, deathly embarrassing.
But damn if she wasn't going to give it her best try.
Chapter 89: And then they F*cked!
Summary:
The chapter title is summary enough
Chapter Text
A good Trainer played to their strengths and knew how to manage their weaknesses. When it came to Women, Brandy knew her weakness. Her Partners had teased her enough that she couldn't miss it.
She was bad at knowing when they were into her. Awful at it. Catastrophically terrible.
She'd tried to be a bit more aware. Learning what Calcine and Sparky saw in her helped her see what others might find attractive about her. It'd been eye-opening, and she'd come so close to spotting Maple's interest. She had to work on that, more self-confidence and acceptance that being tall didn't just make her unique. It made her desirable.
Maybe not quite as desirable for most people as it was for Sparky, but Pokémon were always a bit more extreme than humans.
Weakness identified. Now Brandy had to play to her strengths. One of those was how fucking good she was at undoing bras with one hand. Maple's bra came off easily, the cups sliding over the curve of Maple's chest as Brandy pried the clasp apart with a flick of her finger and pulled the bra straps down with her other hand. So slick and swift, Maple gasped at the suddenness and covered herself before catching up to the moment and smiling.
The gorgeous blonde had curves Brandy could get lost in. Her own were still filling out, but Maple was, as usual, perfect in all the ways Brandy wanted to be. It was hard to be jealous when Brandy discovered how perfectly they fit in her hands. She squeezed them gently, enjoying the softness of their flesh against her palms, warm velvet that pushed back against her fingers as she pressed. Maple's whole body reacted to it, her hips grinding against Brandy's legs, and her head batted back into the pillows littering the barge's deck.
"Strong," Maple's breath was ragged, "But good, do that again."
Brandy was happy to oblige, rolling her fingers to make a ripple of sensation as she kneaded Maple's chest. She'd been in her fair share of tussles with Pokémon by now. Brandy knew how to do this part pretty well, and it never got old working someone up with just her touch. It was especially fun doing it with someone who wasn't afraid to let her know precisely what she liked and didn't like. "Harder," "Softer," and "Good" was all it took. Short gasped commands that Brandy followed as loyally as any Pokémon. The soft sounds of pleasure Maple made under her were the reward, and as they intensified and Maple lost the ability to even command with more than moans, Brandy found her rubbing herself against Maple's hips entirely unconsciously.
Maple's strength wasn't in getting Brandy undressed. She fumbled with Brandy's belt and didn't have any plan to get her pants off but push and hope they somehow magically came off despite all the obstruction. It was empowering for Brandy to see she'd worked Maple up so severely that she'd finally got her to fumble uselessly at a task. One she clearly found incredibly important with how frantic the pulling against Brandy's pants became, until she wrenched Brandy right over to fall atop her, a scream of surprise from Maple muffled as Brandy's chest landed right on her face.
They spent a moment with arms tangled together. Maple dove into Brandy's chest so tightly that Brandy thought she might be stuck. Just enjoying the moment, she could feel the heat of Maple's face, the warmth of her breath trapped between her chest and making a warm spot that made her heart flutter. A playful bite, the sudden, shocking signal Brandy should let her breathe again.
"We can stop if you're hungry," Brandy said as she used her feet to slide her pants off. They were all bunched up and struggled to move, but she wasn't giving them a choice. They'd outstayed their welcome and were coming off.
"I'm so hungry," Maple said, clicking her teeth. "Want some tongue. Get down here."
Brandy squirmed down Maple's body, and they both went in for the kiss hard, tongues tussled together as they tasted each other, hands groping at each other's bodies madly like they were so spoiled for choice they couldn't settle on just squeezing one part and were desperately trying to cover it all. Maple wasn't holding back, either. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into Brandy's skin and dragged, not breaking it but making Brandy's blood race with fire at the promise they might. Brandy reached around Maple and hugged her closer, holding her back for support at first but then slipping to get a nice handful of Maple's butt, as pleasingly soft as her chest. Pulling her into the kiss so they could go even deeper, Brandy didn't have Shay's ridiculous tongue to wield, but she still outmatched Maple with her tongue. It felt so good to have Maple slowly melt in her arms as her resistance faded, and she simply clung on and let Brandy take her mouth.
"Mmm, mmmm... Mmf!" Maple moaned over Brandy's tongue; her words were lost to the heat of the moment. The sound of Maple's moans was so sweet that Brandy just wanted to keep kissing her forever, but while she'd won the battle, she lost the war. Maple could just hold her breath so much longer, and Brandy had to retreat, her tongue still hanging out and panting as she bumped foreheads with Maple. Maple grabbed her tongue with a smug smile, squeezing it between her fingers.
"A win for the Water Ace." she grinned, her middle finger stroking up and down along the top of Brandy's tongue. Her taste was faint, but it still made Brandy's mind spin. "But you're a good kisser."
Pride burned in Brandy's chest. She hadn't expected praise, but it felt so good to get it. Her pride must have shown on her face because Maple laughed at her, but it was a fond laugh full of bubbly excitement. "I want to see what else that tongue can do. If you're ready?"
"Arceus, no." Brandy shook her head, snatching her tongue from Maple's grip. "This is my first time, and my heart's pounding."
"Mine too, but that's your fault." Maple licked Brandy's chin, a silly gesture but somehow comforting. "And it's my first time too, so don't be scared, or I'm going to be as well."
That didn't really help Brandy's performance fears. She wanted to do this right. She wanted to make Maple melt and remember her fondly. "You're not scared?" Brandy said, "What's your secret?"
"Lying to myself," Maple grinned. "Come on, we've both tackled Mercury."
"So through Mercury's dick, we've both technically already fucked?"
Maple pushed Brandy's head down firmly, forcing her down her body. Brandy did not mind having her face slid over her curvy body one bit. "Not even close. Try again, you pretty idiot."
"Aw, you think I'm pretty," Brandy said as she kissed Maple's stomach. "We both like a challenge?"
"Better answer." Maple said, "Much better answer. We rise to the challenge."
"So I just got to think of your pussy as a Pokémon?"
"Brandy, I will drown you down there. Don't think I won't."
Brandy just couldn't help herself. Teasing Maple was like releasing a pressure valve, letting Maple simmer down a little and center herself. She'd had it happen to herself so much that it felt right. She could almost feel Calcine and Sparky's approval radiate through her bond. Could you inherit sex tips? That seemed a bit much.
"Absolutely could drown me," Brandy said as she kissed down Maple's stomach and tugged away her panties so she could kiss along the waiting slit. "Wet enough to be a true Water Ace."
Maple threw a pillow at her. "Get on with it!"
Brandy didn't push her luck any further and got to work. She ran her tongue up and down Maple's slit, tasting the saltiness of her skin and the warmth on the tip of her tongue.
"Oh!" Maple gasped, even from the gentle, teasing touch. "Fuck, okay, this is happening. You're going to do great. Just... um... do the thing."
It was so cute how unsure Maple was when faced with something completely new. No guidance coming. Brandy pressed her lips against Maple's pussy and just started licking. Soft, warm, and wet, Brandy's lips sucked for traction as she tried to curl her tongue through Maple's folds, trying to fight the resistance without forcing it. She wished she'd focused harder on what Nicola did to her, but that whole experience had been so searingly intent that she'd had the fine details knocked right out of her head. All she could recall was a lot of tongue curling, slow drags back along her walls, and occasionally stopping to suckle. That and relentless enthusiasm.
The enthusiasm she could match.
Brandy got a good grip on Maple's hips and tried to focus on their movements as she just went for it, tongue pressed deep and then curled back on itself to slake itself upon the roof of Maple's pussy. Not every lick hit the spot, but Maple's body was responsive, her hips pressed against Brandy's hands as she tried to writhe and fit Brandy's tongue in place, and Brandy used that. It wasn't the quick unraveling Nicola had done to her, but a marathon, learning what Maple found good and what made her restless for something else. The licks made little whines in Maple's throat, the tongue curls had Maple bucking her hips to force herself back onto Brandy's tongue. The rare moments when Maple's grip tightened on Brandy's hair, her thighs clamped down, and she screamed some colorful swear words into a pillow felt like a glorious reward for Brandy's persistence and attentiveness.
She had a cheat too, she'd pleasured herself enough to know where the clit was, and if Maple were getting restless and beginning to cool off, Brandy would press her nose into Maple's stomach, lock her lips around the tiny nub and suck as hard as she could while dancing the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Sharp gasps, incoherent mumbling, and frantic thigh rubbing as Maple tried to hold her there was Brandy's reward, and she treasured it.
It took ages until she felt confident enough to do that move for fun instead of a crutch. Feeling confident enough to make Maple squirm in time with her tongue, she used it to tip Maple over the edge. It hit Maple like a jolt of electricity. Her hips jumped as her spine arched. A gasp ripped from her throat as she came undone. Brandy felt a rush of pride as juices spilled over her lips and added a shine to Maple's thighs.
"You fucking liar!" Maple gasped as Brandy kept working her through the orgasm, making her complaints delightfully whiny, "You said I was your first!"
Brandy gave Maple's pussy lips a long lick to cool off and clean up before resting her wet chin on Maple's stomach. "You are."
"Bullshit, you're too good at this."
"Beginner's luck," Brandy said. She felt smug as hell, and it came through in her voice.
Maple ruffled Brandy's hair madly to more cries of bullshit, making her feel even smugger. "You'll do great."
"Damn right," Maple huffed, her hands slipping to cup Brandy's cheek. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you punch a hole in the boat."
"Don't doubt it. You're a terror when worked up. I saw you fuck Mahi. Poor girl never stood a chance."
Maple pulled Brandy's cheek and growled, but it was no use. Brandy's good mood was unshakable, and she was on a victory high as intense as when she'd caught Sparky and Calcine right now.
"On your back, I've got some thighs I want to get between," Maple said with a flick. Brandy rolled over obediently because she'd have been mad to resist. "But you did good. Holy shit, way better than good. I'm buzzing."
"I'll do better next time," Brandy said and loved that Maple squirmed at the thought of it. It was her turn, and she was looking forward to it, but she hoped they could both last at least a few rounds of this because she really did think she could do better. She'd got a taste for Maple now. Brandy wanted to savor it.
Chapter 90: Can't Stop. Won't Stop
Summary:
Brandy and Maple can't help themselves.
Chapter Text
Brandy knew Maple was competitive, but she'd only experienced it second-hand at college. When her pussy was the focus of Maple's competitive spirit, that really brought into crystal clarity how intense her drive was to win.
"That's so good," Brandy moaned as Maple's tongue slathered around her pressing fingers. Maple had been the first to try adding fingers to the whole experience. It'd been a big hit, mercilessly hammering Brandy's clit while drawing moans out with her tongue. Brandy wasn't as good at managing both yet, which seemed to spur Maple on to perfect the technique and catch up to the toe-curling power of Brandy's enthusiastic tongue work.
It really had gotten out of control. They were two young Trainers with plenty of stamina, and neither wanted to be the first to tap out. How long had they been at it? Hours? The sun hadn't come up yet, so it wasn't days, but it was beginning to feel like it.
The problem was Maple was just too hot for Brandy to stop, her gorgeous blonde hair, unfairly perfect curves, and the fierce intensity on her pretty face when she set herself a task. It hit all of Brandy's buttons and then some. If Maple had a binding ball, Brandy would have tried to climb on in. It didn't help that Maple was so masterfully good at giving orders; Brandy felt herself snap to attention at every little direction. It was why her legs were kicked up over Maple's shoulders and draped over Maple's back, a tricky bit of flexibility to pull off, but Maple had said it'd give her the perfect angle to eat Brandy out. Brandy had made an effort to make it happen so that Maple could test her theory.
The theory was feeling pretty good from where Brandy lay right now. She had a hug on a pillow so tight it would leave handprints as Maple held Brandy's body down so she could feast on her without all of Brandy's squirming spoiling her technique. With every tongue thrust, Brandy felt the pressure building up along her thighs, the tingles running through her skin that signaled another explosion was coming. Maple had fumbled at the start, but she'd put in the work, and now Brandy was hers to melt on command.
"Maple! You're too good," Brandy groaned as Maple's lips pressed hard against her clit, the tongue lapping away furiously as she made Brandy writhe. Brandy couldn't take much more, the orgasm rising and threatening to burst out of her. Her heart beat so fast it rippled against her chest. It felt like when Sparky had broken her with her tongue, perilously close to a moment of white-hot pleasure that'd knock her right out.
Brandy wanted the orgasm, she wanted it really bad, but she didn't want this night to end, so she slid her hands down to grip Maple's cheeks with her fingers and pull her head up. "Kiss."
"You're all over my lips," Maple said, tugging against her hands. "It'll taste gross. Let me back in."
"Don't care. The kissing is worth it," Brandy said. "Get up here. You might not run out of breath, Ms. Water Ace, but I need air."
Maple was so sullen as she clawed up Brandy, head bumping over Brandy's chest as a petty punishment for taking her out of her flow. Brandy didn't mind at all. Those breasts had been through worse. When Maple finally crawled up her body so they were face to face, Brandy got a firm grip on Maple's butt and kissed her before she could speak.
Ugh. It really did taste gross.
Still worth it to make Maple shuffle atop her, clinging on as the kiss filled them both up with warmth in the chilling night air. Their tongues tangled together, but it was tame compared to their earlier furious battles. They just played with each other as their bodies pressed together, with Maple's soft flesh rubbing against Brandy's heated skin to get warmer. Brandy pulled away from the kiss slowly, not wanting to lose any more contact with Maple's body than she absolutely had to. Even the blonde hair dangling down from Maple was so soft and pleasant to be wrapped up in, and she didn't mind the tickle of it.
"I can go for more," Maple said, breath hot and voice hungry. "You can rest. Let me work."
"This is good too," Brandy tightened her grip on Maple's butt. "Relax, enjoy this. You don't have anything to prove."
"You're ahead, though," Maple huffed as she relaxed onto her Brandy mattress. "I've almost caught up."
"I wasn't counting." Brandy giggled. "This isn't a battle, but I'll forfeit if you want."
"Don't you dare," Maple nipped Brandy's top lip and tugged it firmly. "I'm not taking a pity win."
Brandy fake gasped and patted Maple's face, feeling it out and rubbing her forehead. She nuzzled back at her palms at first, but as Brandy let it drag on, eventually she glared through Brandy's fingers. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for the horn, you're not Maple. You're Mercury in disguise."
Maple grabbed Brandy's wrists and pulled her hands down. "Goof. We're nothing alike."
"You are so alike. Hyper competitive. Incredibly sexy. Want to fuck me into a gooey puddle."
Maple's glare intensified, and she dappled her fingertips over Brandy's chest. "I do like the idea of making you a puddle..."
Brandy laughed and gave Maple another kiss. It didn't taste so bad this time, and she could get a lot more into it. Just swapping affection and body heat as the boat softly rocked over the gentle river. It was so good. Maple seemed to agree. She didn't fight to get back down between Brandy's legs, just let herself relax and enjoy some sweet pecking kisses as the pair of them let the adrenaline pumping through their veins thin.
"They're going to hate missing this," Brandy said as she stroked her hands over Maple's body, feeling the sweat-soaked curves with her fingertips. Delighting in how perfectly smooth it was, even touching Maple excited her.
"Hrm? Oh yes, our Partners. Well, I'm sure they're doing fine." Maple said with a soft smile. "Hopefully, they aren't in too much trouble."
"They said they were going to a nightclub?" Brandy thought she remembered something like that. It felt like it'd been said weeks ago at this point.
"Mmm, glowing body paint and heavy beats. Holly likes music, and Mahi likes women. Together, they're going to have fun."
It did sound pretty fun. She'd rather like to see Sparky and Calcine in glowing body paint. Calcine was a beautiful canvas, while Sparky was a fuzzy puffball that'd get all sticky. Both would be fun in their own way, and it'd match their eyes too!
"Sparky loves women and being loud, so she will have a blast. Calcine's probably going to hate it. I don't think she's a loud noises person."
"She might. Music is personal, and I'm sure they'll find a way to make it fun for her if she hates the music. There's a chill room there, and Calcine's a lady magnet."
Brandy poked Maple's side, "Oh, she is, is she? You got your eyes on her?"
"I wouldn't mind heating her up a little. You can't tell me you wouldn't want a second round with Mahi."
"She's terrifying!" Brandy gasped. "Even when she's being nice to me, I feel like she's going to take a bite out of me."
"Yeah," Maple said fondly. "It's so cute."
It absolutely was not cute. Maple was right about most things, but this wasn't one of them. Maple saw the look on her face and slunk down to Brandy's neck, then sunk her teeth in and bit.
"Ah! Hey!" Brandy kicked her feet. "Biting!"
"Mmmm," Maple purred between her lips, "Chomp, chomp."
It stung, but it was also a fiery, exciting sensation. Especially as Maple was doing it, Brandy tugged away from it but playfully forced Maple to tighten her grip. If she was going to do that, Brandy could play too, slapping her hands down on Maple's ass with a firm clap of flesh. The shocked huff of hot air against her neck came with an even more firm bite and a growl. Brandy sunk her fingers into that cute butt and dug deep, working her fingers to massage and rub Maple over her body.
"You like the bite," Maple said as she licked over her work. "Left you a mark to show off later."
"You earned the bite. Mahi hasn't. Doesn't prove anything."
"Oh, you wouldn't want Calcine to chew on your neck?" Maple said as she teased her with her teeth again. Then pulled up an arm and traveled the bites down along it. "Wouldn't want Sparky to give you some nibbles?"
"No giving me new kinks!" Brandy gasped as Maple chewed her way down. "Okay, okay I give, Mahi is hot!"
"Yeah, she is. Next time I'll bring my Partners along, and we'll do some terrible things to you."
Arceus. There was that mixture of terror and arousal again, so very potent for Brandy. It wasn't fair.
"Well then, I get to go at you with mine. I'll pin you up against a wall and let both of them lavish you with love. Warm Calcine kisses, fizzling Sparky tongue." Maple squirmed as Brandy hugged her, but that just made her cling tighter, pulling her into her embrace. "And we won't let you even touch us!"
"No!" Maple squeaked in her grip, headbutting Brandy's chest. "I'd take care of you all!"
"Sparky would web you up tight so you couldn't move, and then Calcine would slip some warm fingers between your legs and make you melt. Then we'd just make you cum over and over, and you wouldn't be allowed to reciprocate at all!"
"Noooo," Maple whined as Brandy smothered her with her chest. "No doing all the work! Let me ravage them!"
Brandy cackled, "You think you're good with your tongue? Sparky will blow all your fuses, and they'll share you when you're nothing but jelly. While you flop about like a fish, completely powerless to even push back against their thrusts."
"I will actually bite you!" Maple said, "This date will end with me chewing your nipples off. Don't you dare do that!"
"We'll see how nice Mahi is to me before I decide on it," Brandy laughed as she let Maple pop up through her arms. She looked furious, but in a hot way, ready to angrily fuck Brandy for teasing her.
"Lucky you're tall and pretty," Maple huffed. "Now lay back and let me eat you out. I am not done. I want to practice making you scream, and for doing this, you are going to scream."
"No way, I've made you scream. You don't have what it takes."
Pushing her luck, but Brandy had to be sure if angry sex was as good as Maple suggested it might be.
It was. It really was.
Chapter 91: The Noodle Incident
Summary:
Brandy and Maple confirm some feelings
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Bad enough the water was cold, but the Qwilfish seemed to love aiming for Brandy's face just as she was about to speak. Maple, the traitor, laughed as Brandy spat the water out.
"She's got you with that three times now." Maple, the traitor, said with a laugh as Brandy spat the water out. "You're so trusting."
The Qwilfish leaning on the edge of the canal boat just gave Brandy a malicious grin. "I love getting pretty girls all wet. Sorry, can't help myself."
She absolutely could, but Brandy was used enough to Pokémon who could be rascals, and Poison Types were a law unto themselves. A cold Water Gun shower was getting off pretty lightly.
"I-" Brandy said, taking a breath to speak. She wouldn't let them get her a fourth time and caught the water gun spray with her hand, shielding her mouth. "You going to bind her too, Maple? She's your kind of evil."
Maple looked at the Qwilfish and tapped her chin thoughtfully. The Qwilfish had spiky green hair that made her look like a complete punk and a stocky muscled body much like Honeycrisp. Large, but only because they'd packed on enough muscle, they could twist you into a pretzel. Though Honeycrisp had been a friendly wall, the Qwilfish looked more like she was waiting for her moment to smush the pair of them together in her massive arms.
"Not without the team here to judge. Sorry."
"Psh," the Qwilfish snorted. "I get to drench a pair of hot ladies. If you want to apologize for some weird reason, you can start making out for me."
Brandy looked at Maple thoughtfully, Maple brushing back her wet hair with a hand and giving her a demure look. A fresh wave of wet water sprayed over the pair of them, they'd long since gotten clean, but the shine of water on naked bodies in the moonlight was just too good a sight to call a stop to it. The cold might be making nipples stick out and have the pair shiver a bit, but it was still fun.
Brandy approached Maple, and she backed up, wagging a finger. "We need to get going. You can't drag us back into sex again."
Brandy didn't say anything and just kept walking closer until Maple bumped up against the rail of the barge. Brandy slammed her hands down either side of Maple and leaned over her, pressing her body back with her chest and making Maple look up into her eyes. Taking charge didn't come naturally to Brandy, but it was nice to make the blonde blush, to let a little fire in her veins call the shots.
Then she spat the water she'd collected in her mouth into Maple's face.
"You bitch!" Maple squeaked, giggling madly as she mopped her face clean. "Brandy, what the fuck!"
Brandy kissed her after, while she was still fuming. She'd gotten a lot of practice last night, so Maple's protests faded quickly to warm, soft lips and gentle grabs along her body.
"Bitch," Maple repeated, but fondly, with a squeeze of Brandy's thigh. "Monster."
"You're so trusting," Brandy repeated, throwing Maple's words back at her. Maple gave her a smack on the side of her hip for her cheek. The slap didn't discourage her at all. " Mahi fell for that too. You're just like your Partner."
"I can also be eternally mad at you if that's what you want."
"You two are so good." the Qwilfish bubbled from the sideline. "If you're all worked up, I can come over there, press your faces into the deck and work some stress out."
"No!" they both said at once.
"No more sex," Maple groaned. "If I have another orgasm, I'm going to cry."
"I'd still be into that." the Qwilfish grinned. "Long as they're happy tears."
Brandy hugged Maple protectively and gave the Qwlfish a glare. It just made her laugh.
"I was kidding! I was kidding. I heard you two at it all night." she blew another jet of water at them, splashing it over their bodies. The pressure was nice, the icy water less so. It made them both gasp and cling tighter together. Maple pressed up all close, tucking her body in to share in Brandy's unnatural warmth. Okay, maybe the icy water wasn't so bad. "I'm amazed you can both still stand. You're worse than Pokémon. At least we know when to stop."
"I'm going to make coffee," Maple said, "You can join us for that, and if you're good, then maybe we'll give you a treat before you leave."
"And if I'm bad?" the Qwilfish grinned.
"Then I'll tell you what the treat was," Maple smirked. "But you won't get it."
"Cruel! After I washed you off and everything." the Qwilfish hopped the barge's edge. It wasn't just her arms that were stocky. She had a pair of hips they'd need to work together to wrap around and thick legs. Just an all-around strong-as-hell-looking woman, not that it really mattered for Pokémon. Muscles seemed more aesthetic than of any practical use, but Brandy was digging the aesthetic. Calcine would have loved it to bits.
That she was utterly naked helped draw the eye too. What hung between her legs really couldn't be ignored either. It was a lot for the eyes to take in. Brandy and Maple were both caught staring. "Two girls are about right to handle me. You know Qwilfish, we're growers, not showers."
"You sure you don't want to bind her Maple?" Brandy said, licking her lips. "Because ... woof."
"Yeah," Maple bit her bottom lip. "Well, I did wonder how good a team we'd make. Maybe we'll get to test it out."
The Qwilfish didn't behave, but she convinced them both to give her a treat anyway. She had a lot going for her.
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"I think I broke my jaw," Brandy mumbled as they walked hand in hand towards the nightclub. She'd had to slow her pace a little for Maple, who'd clung tight onto her side and was enjoying the nighttime walk as Brandy's new belt.
"Your fault for insisting on deep-throating her." Maple lightly admonished. "You need to Partner with a Snake Pokémon if you're going to do that sort of thing."
"Wait, you can inherit their jaws?" Brandy said.
"Mhm." Maple nodded. "Fangs too. I knew a girl with a Seviper Mom who had really sharp ones."
"Ah, so that's why you're into biting. How long did you two date?"
Brandy had said it just to tease, but Maple actually thought about it. "Three months? We moved after that."
"Yeah, you were new to the town in college. You had to move a lot?"
"Willow's job used to take her around a lot, the Gym Work is stable now, but before that, she was a relationship consultant on multiple partners."
"Cool job, but it kind of sucks you had to move so much." Brandy had never left the town for long, and that she would soon felt like such a big event for her. It was weird Maple could be so blase about moving on.
Maple shrugged. "I never minded. I liked getting to challenge myself against new people all the time. At every new school, I had to come out on top again. It was fun, maybe a little annoying of me on reflection, but I enjoyed it."
"Still, never getting to settle down with a cute fanged girlfriend. That's rough. Isn't that the dream?"
"Noodle"
"What?"
"She was called Noodle."
Brandy squinted at Maple to try to detect a lie. She seemed so content hugging Brandy that there wasn't a trace of deceit on her face, just the serene happiness of a lady who'd been fucked to within an inch of her life. Still. Noodle?
"Don't believe you."
"Noodle would be upset to hear that," Maple said in mock affront.
"No way she's called Noodle! No way, you are such a liar."
"Trainer gets one Gym Badge and thinks she can call me a liar. Goodness." Maple said, looking up at Brandy with sad eyes. "And I thought we were getting along so well."
Brandy leaned down to boop their noses together. "Noodle."
"Okay, maybe it was my pet name for her. But you're not allowed to laugh at that! It's teen love."
"Dorky as heck is what it is." Maple laughed. "Glad you're bad at something, even if it's pet names."
"Your tall ass is pretty noodly. You can be Noodle the Second."
"I'm more a Linguine." Brandy said proudly, "The tallest pasta."
Maple snerked and squeezed herself into the hug. "Brandy is fine. I like it. Good girlfriend name."
There it was. After the night they'd had, Brandy knew the word was coming up, but it was still something she didn't know how to breach. Her lessons on being a Trainer had never really handled the awkward issue of having a girlfriend. Still, she had to try.
"Girlfriend, I love the sound of. But we're both Trainers." Brandy said, "You going to be okay with, uh, I guess I'm asking for boundaries?"
"You can't sleep with anyone but me."
Maple nearly fell off her feet as Brandy stopped dead. Then she broke up laughing. "I was lying then! Goodness, your face!"
"Good! Because I don't know how to turn you down." Brandy's heart was still racing. The idea that she could even do something like that, it'd be impossible!
"You can't. I'm perfect." Maple preened the end of her hair, flicking it away with an imperious swish of her wrist. "I trust you, Brandy. Give it your all out there. The more you learn, the better you can fuck me when we meet back up."
"Fuck, you really are Mercury." Brandy mumbled, "But same, except if you don't have a gym badge by the next time I see you, I get to be on top."
"Hope you like being on the bottom." Maple said, "I'm going to crush it."
Yeah, she probably was. Maple was a very traditional Trainer. Her entire presence was powerful enough that even Pokémon stood up and begged for her attention. Maple and her scary team would tear through the Grass Gym effortlessly.
"I am proud of you for getting your badge. I always knew you'd do better out of college." Maple said as they walked down the street towards the nightclub their partners had gone to.
"Really?"
"You got an enormous heart, and people can't help but fall in love with you, even if you fail to notice sometimes." Maple tapped Brandy's side and angled her head to look up at her over the curve of her chest. "That's what I was told, you know?"
"I kind of guessed that was what Calcine and Sparky wanted to say." After all, they'd never really made any secret they were rooting for Brandy and Maple. She should have expected them to put a thumb on the scales.
"Well, they said I needed to just pin you down and fuck you, then you had a fifty, fifty chance of getting it."
"That does sound like them both. They're the best." Brandy grinned. "Mahi said she and Holly would break me if I didn't treat you like a princess."
"Oh, did they really? And you took that as meaning you needed to eat me out until I saw stars flash before my eyes?"
"It's the least I could do for my princess," Brandy said with a hand over her heart. "I'm just very knightly like that."
"I think you'd get into a lot of trouble with that attitude." Maple laughed. "We need to keep you from royalty."
"Sure, I'd make a lot of people incredibly mad, but I'd have one delighted princess! Worth it."
"This Princess is pleased with your service and eager for more," Maple said with a tug of her arm. "Come on, let's see how much damage they did while we were gone."
"Sure thing," Brandy said before hitting her last word hard. "Girlfriend."
Maple's little shiver at the word was the best.
Chapter 92: Cooling Off
Summary:
Maple and Brandy find out what their Pokemon have been up to. They are not surprised.
Notes:
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It'd been a day of adventure, and Brandy was exhausted, but there was one last thing to get through before she could take a well-earned sleep. On any other day going to the Icebox would have been a delicious treat, but today she'd beaten her first Gym, and then Maple had stolen the Spotlight, even from that accomplishment.
Turrfield was a small place, and when it came to nightclubs, it only had one. The Icebox. Brandy had actually been inside a few times in college, but they kept things boringly tame when the younger crowd came in. No drink, everyone dressed appropriately, and even the music was not that exciting. It was frustrating, a peek at something that should have been fun, but they'd usually had to liven it up with a few party games or a snuck-in bottle of some awful drink. At least the staff put on some pretty good ice cream to make up for it.
It looked so lively now that Brandy got to see it like it should have been, women trailing out wearing glitzy dresses and glow paint, laughing with their partners. Or being physically carried for those that had gotten carried away.
"That'd be you," Maple said from under her arm. She'd hugged in to fight off the night chill, and Brandy was more than happy to have her there getting all cozy.
"No way, I'd be carrying you." With a playful tap of Maple's arm, Brandy said, "You'd look silly dragging me behind you."
"Dragging!" Maple gasped. "My mom's a Fighting type; I'm strong as hell, thank you. I could put you over my shoulder any time I wanted. In fact!"
Knowing it was coming didn't mean Brandy could do anything about it. Maple leaned into her and hoisted her up so smoothly it could have been a Move. Brandy's world whirled before her eyes as one moment she was upright, and the next Maple had one arm around the back of her legs as she had Brandy draped over her shoulders like a very leggy scarf. Maple glanced at Brandy from the corner of her eye, no doubt hoping for a look of shock. She wasn't expecting Brandy with her bottom lip big, giving her lovey-dovey eyes.
"This is so hot," Brandy growled, wiggling her stomach against the back of Maple's head.
"Oh, you are terrible!" Maple laughed as she bounced Brandy on her shoulders to get her to settle down. "You find absolutely everything hot. This doesn't count."
"No, I found Pokémon hot." Brandy settled, if only so Maple wouldn't throw her off. "Pokémon and now you, so anything I find hot about this is your fault, and I am blameless."
Maple ignored the logic and focused on sweet-talking her way past the club door lady without even putting Brandy down; just a flash of a smile and a quick "She completes my outfit" was enough to get let in, despite the ridiculous situation. It was honestly impressive how confident Maple was. And hot, but Brandy would keep that to herself.
The inside of the club was nothing like Brandy remembered. Purple ceiling lights gave the dancefloor a bright glow as colorful paint sparkled around, haphazardly splashing down every surface and a whole lot of skin. Brandy had been expecting it to be wild here, but she hadn't expected people to be fully naked, two women smearing themselves into Wooloo's fur to make shapes, or a tall Pokemon with red skin wearing nothing but a pair of orange goggles in a mad dance with a gaggle of admirers trying to get very familiar with the long, mouthwateringly thick tentacles she had instead of limbs. Even Maple had a good stare at that.
"Should we jump in?" Brandy said, squirming on Maple's shoulders so she could get close to her ear to talk over the pulse-pounding music.
"We're here to find our Partners," Maple said after a very thorough look. "Not to dance, stay focused and- woah! Holy shit, she puts them in people?!"
"What?" Brandy twisted to look, but Maple held her tight, and the tentacled Pokémon was just out of view. "What's she doing? Let me see!"
"We should find the others!" Maple said with a high-pitched squeak and a quick stride. If she blushed any harder, she'd glow brighter than all the special paint. "Right away."
"You tease, let me see," Brandy begged, but it was useless as they faded into the crowd. Brandy posed useful over Maple's shoulders to give them space, if only because she was bumping people out of the way with her legs. Luckily everyone seemed too drunk or blissed out to even care, so the best she got was some cheeky leg squeezes from people she could barely recognize.
"You said Calcine might like the chill room. Try there?" Brandy said as Maple's frantic turning to not look too hard at the surrounding madness made Brandy dizzy. Maple was overreacting; it wasn't that bad. Only a few people were openly fucking! As Trainers, they should be immune to all this. "Put me down! You proved your point."
"No way I let you loose here. You'll notice the Cinderace, and we'll never get out of here!" Maple said.
She better be joking! Keeping a Cinderace from Brandy was some kind of girlfriend crime. It was far too early in their relationship for that level of betrayal.
They barreled right on past the bar and into the chill room, which was a little on the nose of a name with how cold it was in the quieter room of the club. That was probably because of the Pokémon laid up on one of the room's more oversized sofas, a tall figure with glittering white skin and a body that was Calcine taken to the extreme. Not just rough, but straight up, fully defined edges like her body was made of crystal. She was faintly transparent, too. The painted skin of the two women lying on her refracted through her body a thousand times to make a dizzying kaleidoscope of naked flesh. She gave them a lazy wink, pure icy blue eyes smoldering away as she turned her attention back to her Partners. Most Pokémon were human-shaped, and this lady was too, but it was in such an abstract fashion it was far more exotic. Even ignoring the room's cold, that kind of effortless cool and style marked her as an Ice type for sure.
Maple was probably right to carry her. She so badly wanted to introduce herself to all these exciting-looking Pokémon at least, and then she'd probably get distracted. Horribly distracted.
"There they are," Maple said, turning Brandy to look. She braced herself for a disaster but wasn't ready for what she saw. Calcine was sat with her arms draped over the back of the sofa, her smooth stone skin smudged with paint from the two women on her lap. One was a lady with a stunned expression and short, clipped black hair. She looked so formal, like she'd come right from work, and she was still wearing her office shirt, which had been ripped open to expose her chest, now laced with colorfully painted kisses. All from the lips of the other person in Calcine's lap, Mahi, whose frills fluttered happily as she added more kisses to skin. That wouldn't have been surprising by itself, but those paint-covered lips of Mahi's showed where she'd kissed, and she hadn't stuck to the lady sandwiched between the two Pokémon. Calcine was covered from tip to toe in Mahi kisses.
On the one hand, good for Calcine, but on the other, it felt a little shockingly traitorous. This was conspiring with the enemy!
"Maple!" Mahi chirped as she kissed the office lady's neckline, her fingers caressing her throat. "You got that 'Just been fucked' smile to you. Brandy turned out to be worth your time?"
Maple slapped Brandy's thighs and grinned all the wider. "She was perfect. I'm adding her to the team."
"She's taken," Calcine grinned. She looked both intensely relaxed and amused. Calcine could be pretty calm at times, but this level of relaxation meant she'd probably had a wild time too. That or the office lady wasn't just sitting on her lap, but something else. "But if you want to whip her into shape, Sparky and I will turn up to watch."
How do you get down off a Maple? Honestly, if anyone should have had to climb down, it should have been Maple; this situation was not one Brandy was used to. She picked up her Partners, not the other way around!
"You two seem to have got along well too," Maple said.
"Calcine's fun," Mahi said as she took the office lady's breasts in hand and kneaded them, making her moan. "You actually have some good taste in Partners, Brandy; I don't know how you messed up so bad. Clearly, I intimidated you."
Well, that wasn't why she'd passed up Mahi, but it absolutely would be the excuse now, so Brandy didn't press it.
"Who's your friend?" Maple said, diplomatically trying to include the woman sandwiched between the two Pokémon. "Um, we're Mahi and Calcine's partners. Good to meet you, Ms."
Opening her mouth, she let out an orgasmic moan that made Brandy's spine tingle. Whatever Mahi and Calcine had done to her, it'd worked incredibly well.
"You caught her at the end, sorry. She'd had fun, though. She's called..." Calcine stalled. "Uh. Mahi, we know who this is, right?"
"Don't ask me; I just liked her tits. Still do."
Calcine was the only one of the pair to look ashamed, rubbing her neck bashfully as the unknown woman orgasmed her brains out on her lap. "I swear we took some names. We haven't just been fucking anything with a pulse."
"Well, Calcine and I anyway," Mahi said, gesturing to a sofa littered with unconscious women. Brandy had noticed it because the messy pile was hard not to, but she'd assumed it was a place a lot of people had passed out. In a way, it still was. "Those two got into a competition, and it took them so long to pipe down that we don't dare disturb them."
"And where is Holly?" Maple said, looking at the pile of passed-out women with the calm look of someone who wasn't seeing their first pile of passed-out women. Maple had said Holly was a bit of a terror.
"You're probably going to have to dig, but I wouldn't," Calcine said. "It's going to be really unpleasant. Sticky. At best, and not just because of Sparky's webs."
"You are too bluntly honest," Mahi growled and nipped past the unnamed office lady to give Calcine's top lip a bite, adding another blue paint kiss to the dazzle pattern on Calcine's face. "I need to teach you how to be honest in a sexy way."
"Brandy finds it sexy," Calcine said with a shrug. "It works."
"Guess who else Brandy finds sexy?" Maple asked with a sly tone. It was obviously an excuse to brag, and the slap to Brandy's ass helped make it crystal clear what she was talking about.
"Yeah, I said you fucked already," Mahi rolled her eyes. "Unless, ooooh. Calcine, someone is looking love-struck."
"My new girlfriend can bench-press me," Brandy said from Maple's shoulders. "Isn't she cool?"
"Oh, we need details now," Calcine said as she rolled her hips, the bubbling moan from the office lady giving away that she wasn't just going to slide off Calcine's lap. "Come tell us how the date went. It will be a while before we can dig out the other two, anyway."
"What about you and Mahi? You've been getting way more than friendly." Brandy said, "We want some details too."
"Tell you what," Mahi said, voice low and sultry. "You two tell a good story of your date, and I'll use Calcine to put on a good show, so you can see what I did to her in person."
"And, um, office lady?"
"I think she's enjoying herself plenty right where she is. Aren't you, sweetheart?" Mahi said, poking a finger into her mouth. The dazed office lady sucked on the finger and shivered in another miniature orgasm. "See? She wants to hear the story."
Brandy was pretty sure that wasn't why she was making noises, but she really wanted to see what Mahi had done to Calcine, so she spilled all the tea. Turns out there was lipstick places they couldn't even see; they *really* had got along while their Trainers were away.
Chapter 93: Wrapping It All Up
Summary:
Winding a long day down.
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"No more!" Maple groaned, leaning her head onto Mahi's shoulder and fluttering her lashes. "We're all exhausted. You can pump me for information about the date tomorrow."
"Oh, I am going to pump you," Mahi growled and nuzzled her face into Maple's long blonde hair, making it flutter madly. "Thoroughly."
"She means she's going to fuck her," Calcine whispered to Brandy, though she whispered so loudly it drowned the music out.
"Thanks, Calcine." Mahi rolled her eyes. "I was worried Brandy wouldn't get it."
"Oh, she's getting it, don't worry," Calcine nodded and stage whispered again, "That means I'm going to fuck you too."
Mahi flicked a little jet of water at Calcine, splashing her cheek. The water sizzled as it hit, balmy steam drifting down onto Brandy, who was enjoying using Calcine's chest as a pillow immensely.
"Have you been drinking?" Brandy said, eying Calcine suspiciously. She seemed a little too relaxed, even for someone who'd fucked an office lady so hard she would need to take the day off tomorrow. "Mahi, has she?"
"No, she's just enjoying annoying me. She's really good at it," Mahi said with a note of approval. Which was hardly fair. Brandy was also good at annoying Mahi, and she'd gotten nothing but trouble for it. "Have you two been drinking? Maple, you smell like a berry bush had thrown up on you."
"One bottle of wine! And we didn't even finish it. I kicked it over at some point." Maple said, "I think when she did the corkscrew trick."
"Understandable," Mahi leaned in and snuck a kiss. "Lush."
"Terror," Maple mumbled back, rolling her shoulders happily after the kiss. "My Terror of the Deep."
They got to kissing a lot more after that. It felt rude to interrupt it, so Brandy glanced up at Calcine. "You're friends now?"
"Yeah, she's good at talking. I'm good at listening. We go well together. Matching opposites." Calcine said as she ran her fingers along Brandy's side. It was just tender touches, nothing more. Calcine wasn't warm enough to be fully worked up, just chugging along at a content heat. It made her even better as a pillow, so Brandy was happy for her luck.
"Matching opposites. You're good-looking, though. Does that mean she's the ugly one?"
"I can hear you," Mahi growled in the kiss. "I don't care how tired you are. I will power wash your insides if you push it."
Brandy opened her mouth, but Calcine pressed a finger to her lips and shook her head. There was no way she could know what Brandy was thinking! It was downright cheeky of Calcine to assume Brandy would volunteer to do it. She didn't have the energy. It'd break her.
Be worth it, though.
"Gym," Maple said as she shuffled up on Mahi to get her arms over her back and closed her eyes. "Can't let her be ahead."
"Agreed," Mahi said. "Tomorrow, you need a long soak and a longer sleep."
"You'll try to fuck me in the bath," Maple murmured. "Terror."
"You missed a lot too, didn't they Calcine?" Mahi grinned. "I think I can resist even a sexy bath tonight."
"I'm exhausted," Calcine nodded. "Not as bad as Sparky, but I could use a long, long rest. I'm good for bed."
"Beds home," Brandy murmured. "Or right here, you're a good bed."
Brandy fluffed up Calcine's chest and rested her head back on it. She really could drift off. Even with the thumping music and smell of sex in the club, this was a cozy spot.
"Mahi, can you wash off our two competitors? I'll drag them out of the pile," Calcine said as Brandy felt her mind get warm and fuzzy. "If Holly's tail is still in someone, that's your problem to work out."
"I can get it out," Maple murmured. "I have my ways."
Scary. Brandy wasn't sure she wanted to see those ways yet. Maybe for a second date.
It'd been such a good day though. Brandy didn't want it to end. She tried to hold on to the waking world and drag it out just a little longer. "When are we going to meet again?"
"Sometime soon," Maple said, "I want to clear the gym. You need to go see about that message Mercury left you."
Oh, right, the Dark Pokémon under the bridge. She really should get on that before they moved away. But still, Maple.
"No celebration?"
"We had it tonight, and I'm not having a second-place party. When we beat you to it, I'll snag you for my second badge celebration."
"Fuck yeah," Mahi smirked. "And I'm going to join in the celebrations this time. Make sure you both enjoy yourselves."
"That means she's going to fuck you both." Calcine said, tapping Brandy's nose.
"Thank you, Calcine," Mahi groaned. "You remain so very helpful."
"I'm a helper," Calcine nodded. "That's me all over."
--
Of course, Brandy didn't make it all the way home. Calcine had known she was going to pass out. After the day she'd had, it was amazing Brandy had even made it in sight of her house. It had been so cute to watch her stumble along, complimenting Calcine for how nice she was to lean on. The feeling of her soft skin sinking into Calcine's firm arms as she finally gave in to exhaustion made Calcine's blood warm.
She'd joined Brandy because she was interesting and stirred something inside of her, a calling that she was still trying to pin down the full shape of. Though whatever it was, Calcine knew Brandy had to be a part of it because she'd come to adore her. Her drive to please and her determination to never let them down was as hard as the earth beneath Calcine's feet. Sparky loved that part of Brandy too, even if she'd never admit it. Brandy's endless well of compliments easily sated Sparky's desperate need for approval. Calcine didn't think they were unfairly earned either. Sparky put in the work. A core of Rock-like dependability was buried in the heart of the Bug.
Sparky fit under one arm and still gave her crackling electric snores as she bounced in Calcine's arm. Sparky was conveniently carry-sized, but Brandy was heavier, and her curves growing out a bit didn't help. It'd been a slow stumble to reach the door, and it was just far easier for Calcine to drag Brandy gently along the house's carpet than to carry her the rest of the way to her bed. If she'd been clearer thinking, she'd have just made two trips, but it'd been a really long day. She would do this in one trip, lay down, and turn into a rock.
Scoria was drinking coffee in the kitchen, the kitchen clock ticking away as she looked at Calcine in the kitchen doorway, dragging her daughter along the ground.
"This isn't what it looks like," Calcine said, her eyes flicking between Scoria and Brandy.
"Isn't it, dear?" Scoria said every word so heated Calcine felt her skin soften. "What does it look like?"
Calcine thought about her next answer. She really thought about it harder than anything else she'd ever thought about.
"We had a really long day," Calcine said, feeling she was tiptoeing over a chasm with every word. "The longest."
"But a good one?"
"The best." Calcine smiled, "Your daughter has got her first badge. She's dating Maple too, but don't tell her I told you. She'll want to do it herself."
Scoria laughed. "I could tell that would happen from the eyes Maple was making her when she visited. Are they good together? She's not going to get into trouble?"
Calcine swallowed the lump of fear in her throat. She wasn't on the hook for dragging Brandy, though maybe it was best to be honest than push it. "I'm not going to lie. I don't think there's any way I can avoid trouble with these two. But I'll fight as hard as possible to get them out of it."
"What a good answer!" Scoria said with a tip of her teacup. "The Fire part of me adores the love in it, while the Bug would never deny you all the chance to make some fun mistakes. But you didn't say if they were good together. Be honest now."
"Well, Maple is absolutely in charge, but as long as that is okay with you, then yeah. I think she is going to be responsible with that power. She really does adore Brandy. It's cute. Really cute."
Scoria got up and fluttered her wings, the colors on them shifting rapidly as they got heated. Then she came over and gently took Brandy's arms off Calcine. "Well, I'd like one last chance to tuck my little Larvesta into bed before she flies the nest if you don't mind me taking her off you."
"Not one bit. Careful, she's heavy."
Scoria pressed herself into Calcine, and her breasts nearly bowled Calcine over. Brandy had gotten her height from Scoria, for sure. The giant moth lady had plenty of weight to throw around and a lot of curves she hadn't shared. "You take good care of her. I'm trusting you from here on. You, Sparky, and whoever else she joins. When she comes home, she'll be a different woman, but I don't want to lose her completely. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Calcine said, ignoring that she was drowning in the warmth of Volcarona tits right now. It was probably meant to be a motherly hug, not an attempted suffocation. Or Scoria was giving in to her bug nature and making this horribly awkward on purpose. "She'll become someone you're proud of."
"Good!" Scoria said, pulling Calcine out of her chest and pinching her cheek. "Be nice to Fenny too when you meet her in Motostoke. If I beat you all to her, wait till I'm done with her before visiting."
Oh, right, of course, Brandy had two moms. What was Fenny like if she could survive a Pokémon partner like Scoria?
Something to think about tomorrow. Everyone needed sleep, and Calcine would ensure they got it in a bed.
Maybe Scoria would tuck them all in together. A Larvesta could use some company if she were going to be put in a cocoon.
Chapter 94: Hard and Thorough Flocking
Summary:
Our girl can't stay out of trouble
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"The choker stays forever," Sparky said, tugging it as they walked along the path out of Turrfield. The idyllic town was getting small in the distance now, and Brandy kept turning back to peek at it so she could catch it just when it was finally gone. "But I wouldn't mind something to go with it."
"A piercing?" Calcine said as she walked with her new backpack. She'd gone for a big, proper hiking one and was holding more stuff on her back now than Brandy ever thought she'd own. It'd been a real challenge to get Calcine to stop buying things once they'd got into the camping store. The store owner had looked delighted when Brandy had finally managed to push her toward a checkout. "Wouldn't really work for me without a drill, but I think you'd look good with it. Shades aren't your style."
The idea of Sparky wearing sunshades with six different lenses was a little funny. It'd be such a mess of a thing.
"Ooh," Sparky bounced on the balls of her feet. She had a tiny pack shaped like a Parasect, which looked like it was biting her neck. Brandy had no idea what was in it and would keep it that way. She just knew she wouldn't like the answer. "Brandy, you want to get a piercing with me?"
"Absolutely not," Brandy said as she tugged at her rucksack straps. It was comfy, but her new boots were better. They'd convinced her to keep wearing the skirts, but the compromise was that she got new boots, which was worth it. Big, sturdy hiking boots with enough padding, it was like walking on clouds. "I'm still inheriting. It can mess piercings up and look all gross till it heals."
"You just don't want to get stabbed."
"And I don't want to get stabbed." Brandy nodded in agreement. "I love my smooth and soft Partners."
Calcine came up to Brandy's side and hugged her very hard, getting up on tiptoes to put her head on Brandy's shoulder. "Tattoo?"
"Engraving for you, more like, and Sparky's fur isn't getting a tattoo... unless we shave her."
"No!" Sparky huffed, "Don't even think about it. There will be war."
Brandy curled a finger under Sparky's choker and tugged her in for a kiss. The slight crackle of static on Sparky's lips showed her surprise, but Brandy drank that crackle in. It was intoxicating and helped wake her up. Not even a colossal sleep and a late Scoria breakfast had been enough to shake off the last day. Not that she minded. The weariness she felt just reminded her how it'd gotten there.
"You looked pretty good with the glowing paint from the nightclub." Brandy said, "Well, the stripes looked neat. All the dex-numbers didn't."
"Can't believe they all smudged." Sparky groaned. "I was going to build up such a fun group chat. Ugh, I guess I can stick with the choker for now. But we're getting piercings together someday,"
"Sure! Someday," Brandy nodded, mentally penciling it in as something she'd do after she tamed a Legendary using nothing but her tongue.
"You'll have to wait to get anything anyway," Calcine said, throwing Brandy a life ring to escape this conversation. Bless her. "You are planning to get a Dark Partner on this route, she should get a say in it. All for sharing."
"I planned ahead! Can fit four in this sleeping bag. It's practically a tent." Brandy slapped the pack on her back. The sleeping bag tucked tightly on top looked ridiculous, giving everything an ungainly weight. She knew Calcine would eventually steal it for her own pack so Brandy didn't have to deal with it, but Brandy was eager for the workout and balance practice until that happened. Mercury was going to improve, and she needed to do it every chance she got.
"You say fit four. What if we catch a Duodrio?"
"Not native," Brandy said confidently. She might be bad at some things, but when it came to Pokémon, she knew the region like the back of her hand. Which sounds more impressive than it was. Lots of people knew most of them, but Brandy was proud to say she knew them all, and not just because she'd endlessly gone over which was the hottest with Cherry and others. Though she had.
"Magneton?" Calcine added.
"Not native, and they'd destroy me way before we got into a sleeping bag."
"Falinks?"
That was native, but they came with a whole other problem. "Maple would kill me if I did that. You can't date your girlfriend's mom's sister. Or sisters."
"Look at you! All concerned about what she thinks." Sparky grinned. "It's like we got the third member of the team already."
"Please, if she were here, I'd be the third member of the team, and she'd be the Trainer." Brandy smiled at the thought of it. She'd have enjoyed being Maple's Pokémon so much.
"Well, I'm eager to see who it'll be." Calcine tugged at Brandy's belt. "We got space."
Binding Balls were a vital part of any Trainer's kit, and Brandy had only had three for the longest time. Now she had an extra one for a fourth Pokémon, just in case, and she had also gotten her Partners' customized. Sparky's Binding Ball now had four blue stripes to match her eyes, a cute little fanged mouth, and a smile of pure mischievous malice. Calcine's they'd painted entirely black and then added a candle flame heart on it. Calcine had complained a lot that it was too twee for her but then refused to pick any other designs that might go there instead. She kept sneaking looks at it, so she liked it more than she let on.
Which made sense! They were cute! Maybe Brandy would actually get them to use them sometime.
"This is it," Calcine said, giving her a nudge. "Take a look."
Brandy looked at her, confused by what she meant, but the sight behind Calcine immediately made it clear. Turrfield was behind them in the distance, and it'd disappear behind a hill as soon as they walked further. A heavy weight in Brandy's chest she didn't even know she was carrying made itself known, and now she didn't want to give that up so easily.
Sparky slipped her hand into Brandy's and squeezed it. "Hey, it's our home too. We'll miss it with you."
"Actually, I lived in the mine," Calcine said and got zapped with a flick of electricity.
"Shut it and hold Brandy's hand."
Which Calcine did, the three of them staring back at their hometown (and Calcine's mine, though it was barely visible) together.
"We'll be back," Calcine said, and her confidence in that was soothing. Not just an inevitability, but a promise.
"Mmm," Brandy said, "And Scoria is going to Motostoke to meet Fenny, but still. It's home. It feels weird."
"Calcine feels weird, and you love her." Sparky squeezed Brandy's hand as Calcine squinted at her. "You can learn to enjoy weird. Travel is going to be fun. Never know what might happen."
"Ooooooh,"
A woman had just dropped out of the air, landing with a quick tumble and a flurry of feathers. She had scruffy red hair just a shade lighter than Brandy's own, and it was odd to see a Pokémon with a hairstyle so close to hers. Her feathered arms had blue and white feathers extending out long enough to give her full-on wings, albeit scrawny ones. She was small all over. Her black tail feathers with a white stripe were just a little tuft that flicked about as she hopped about to look Brandy over. Even her chest wasn't bigger than Brandy's, which felt like a victory. Finally, a Pokémon that didn't outmatch her!
"Hey, uh," Brandy faltered as she restarted her brain and tried to ignore the victory dance Sparky was doing over her prophetic timing. "Fletchling?"
Flying types were usually pretty skittish and didn't just land in groups. It was odd.
"Yeah, that's me!" she said with a big smile. She had big, round black eyes with a little fleck of yellow on the sides to accent it, just a total cutie all over. "You got a badge, and you're really tall!"
"Darn, Brandy," Sparky gasped. "How does everyone know you're tall? Are you not keeping it a secret?"
"Brandy!" The Fletchling squeaked excitedly, "So it all fits. I knew you were her!"
"You're looking for her?" Calcine raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Fletchling was a Normal Type as well as Flying. So she'd have some kind of human-like interest. Though nearly all Pokémon loved badges, so it seemed a bit too simple for her just to be curious about Brandy's battle.
The Fletchling put a wing over her mouth and did a fake, evil laugh. "That'd be telling!"
"She's got secrets, Brandy," Sparky walked over to the Fletchling and put a finger under her chin. They were almost the same size, the Fletchling only just a little taller than Sparky. "You want to tell us your secrets. Brandy's not just tall."
Sparky leaned in to whisper something in the Fletchling's ear, and her eyes widened. "Really?"
"Mhmm." Sparky nodded.
"Really!"
Calcine nodded. "Absolutely."
"Gosh." the Fletchling hopped on her feet as she ruffled her feathers together. She looked both worried and excited simultaneously, unable to stand still as she tried to pick between fight and flight. "I'm not sure I could survive that. Can you take it easy on me?"
"I have no idea what they're even promising!" Brandy said, "You're adorable. I'm going to be nice to you. Why don't you tell us what you're up to? Then we can work something out that doesn't..."
She looked to Sparky to finish the thought since she'd also started it.
"Crush all your bones," Sparky added with a nod.
What the heck was that little furred minx promising?
The Fletchling bit her wing and hopped back and fore as she thought about it, her tail feather swishing in the air dramatically. "Okay, I can tell you. But you have to promise not to be mad."
"Sparky tries that a lot," Calcine said, "And it nearly always makes me mad."
"Well, now, you can practice it." Sparky punched Calcine's arm. "Stop being so bad at keeping promises."
Brandy just wanted to know why a Flying type had dived on her. Was a Badge really that impressive to Pokémon?
"Deal," Brandy said, "So what are you up to?"
"Distracting you!" the Fletchling spread her wings and gave a bow. "So my Trainer can ambush you all!"
"Smokescreen!" Brandy cried, but it was already too late. Brandy was knocked right onto her back as a storm of feathered ladies descended upon them. Good thing the sleeping back was there. It took all the force out of the blow.
"Calcine, you can be mad at her!" Sparky yelled as she struggled with a puffy, blue-haired Pokémon with a black cloak of feathers to match her winged arms.
"Don't worry, I am!" Calcine hissed as smoke poured out of her mouth. She stood her ground as she struggled with a giant Pokémon with massive spiky waves of white hair spilling off her head and some gorgeous red wings that darkened to pure black to cover her naked chest. It was impressive Calcine could even stand her ground because she looked horribly outmatched.
Brandy could guess those Pokémon, but she was far more amazed by the one on top of her. Tall and graceful, with a skirt of pure white feathers to match her arms. A long lick of white hair curled around her body and seemed to swish in time with eyes that stared down at Brandy like she was dirt. Interesting dirt, fuckable dirt even, but still compared to her? Dirt.
"You're not native!" Brandy gasped, giddy with excitement. "How did you get here?"
The white feathered Pokémon put a finger to Brandy's lip. Even her fingers were long and graceful. It was too much. Brandy had her words stolen from her by sheer, aloof sexiness.
"Ah, thanks, Harper!" came a thick, gruff accent, and a head popped over the white bird-ladies shoulder. Hands round to grab her perfectly formed chest because everything about the classy bird screamed 'perfect.'
Brandy couldn't quite believe who she was looking at. Wearing a truly outstanding white cowboy hat, a woman with white and black feathers in her hair looked down at Brandy and blew her a kiss. "Hey there, darling," she continued in an almost comically overdone Unovian accent. "You're the gal who fucked Mercury up before us? We got a bone to pick with you!"
Oh, this was going to be a real pain to explain. Brandy could just tell.
Chapter 95: Unova Problem to Deal With
Summary:
We got Bird problems and no Bird Law experts.
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Brandy didn't have a thing for being stood on, but if she did, the vision of beauty currently using her as a footrest was definitely the sort of lady she'd go for. Tall, imperious, with a gorgeous slender neck and long waves of hair that gave her even more height. Her pure white feathers gave her an air of majesty that made Brandy's mouth dry.
"'Hey!" the Trainer clinging to her back yelled, flicking the brim of her white cowboy hat up. "Quit eying up Harper, and listen to me."
Maybe she'd been eye fucking Harper a little, but Brandy still wasn't thrilled about this situation. Being jumped just as they got started on the next leg of their adventure felt rude as hell. For once, she wasn't going to take this lying down. All the feathers meant this Trainer had to be a Flying Ace, and she'd picked the wrong group to mess with her. Her team could take them apart easily.
"Calcine," Brandy called to her side. "Grab her mouth and Rock Polish. Sparky, Wave your way out."
The Pokémon on Calcine was huge. Her puffy spikes of white hair and colorful tail made Brandy sure she was a Braivary. Wisps of wind curled around her mouth to form a beak with which she furiously pecked at Calcine's skin. Calcine rammed her fingers right in the open mouth, choking her attack as rock flowed over her body and through her fingers. She tried to claw Calcine off, but the rock was seeping into her feathers and sticking firmly. One pump of Calcine's arm was all it took to bring the bird lady to her knees, an excited fire rolling behind Calcine's eyes.
"Nice, Calcine!" Sparky called as she whipped her electrified web to ward off her opponent. "Now make her beg!"
The blue-haired Pokémon used her wickedly sharp talons that extended out the end of her fingers and hissed through the air as she swiped, leaving dark tears that slowly fizzled away. There were a few spooky black bird Pokémon, but the blue hair gave her up. Not a Corvknight, but in that line, Brandy wasn't sure if she was Corvisquire or Rookidee. There was a way to tell, but she was blanking on it right now. Sparky used her electrified web to keep her grounded, swinging it over her head whenever Corvi-something flexed her wings. It was clearly frustrating her, and she kept a keen eye on the end of the web, hoping to dart past it as it swung away. Sparky was more than happy to use the distraction to let her fur build up a crackle of electricity before throwing her arms back and exploding in a crackling wave of electricity. The Corvi-Gal went down with a warbling, ecstatic cry that made Brandy a little hot under the collar. She knew Sparky's electricity could make you sensitive, but Flying types were particularly weak to it, and from the way she was digging grooves in the ground as she writhed about, it must have hit hard.
"Cassidy," the white feathered Pokémon said with a voice of pure silk, "I don't think this is going as you wanted."
She flicked her gorgeous grey eyes over Sparky and smirked. "I could take her, though."
"Ohohohoho," Sparky cackled and licked her lips. "Try it. I get a little electricity in you, and you'll cum so hard they'll hear you all the way back in Unova. Tall and gorgeous, you are so my type."
Awful pun, but Sparky wasn't wrong. Tall and white feathered was clearly a Swanna, far from home and an even worse matchup for Sparky than the other Bird Ladies with her Water Typing. Why was it always Water Types that wanted to step on Brandy?
"How about," Brandy said, amazingly patient considering the circumstance. "You get off me, and we start again. Unless the Fletchling wants to jump in?"
"I'm good!" the short bird-girl grinned. "Us spiky redheads got to stick together, can't be starting wars. Putting the new girl in the sparkling rock grinder would be horribly cruel, right Cassidy?"
"You are meant to back me up!" Cassidy slid off the Swanna's back and dusted off her jeans. "We a flock or not?"
Harper put a wing around Cassidy and gave her side a stroke, white feathers trailing over her face as she took her foot off Brandy's chest. "Talk it out with the Talonflame girl," she whispered, "Before Basilah drowns in stone."
Brandy had a footprint in her boob that wasn't rubbing up, but she kept at it as she eyed Cassidy suspiciously. She had a round, excitable face and the kind of vibrant energy she associated more with Sparky than a Flying Ace. Cute, maybe even a little hot with how her arms were filled out with muscle, but Brandy wasn't feeling charitable right now, so cute it was. Still, she'd be the bigger lady here. "Calcine, stop choking Basilah."
Calcine tutted and withdrew her fingers from the Braivary's mouth, patting her cheek. "You want more later? Come find me, sweetie."
Words like that meant Calcine was running hot, and at a record speed. The potential danger of the situation must have fired her up. Something to keep an eye on; coaxing out her flame would be important if they ever wanted her to Evolve.
"So," Cassidy said with her hands on her hip, "You're going to ... holy fuck, you're tall!"
Brandy had got to her feet, and just this once, she wasn't above doing a little looming. She had a good head in height on Cassidy and didn't back up. Instead, she reached out to tip Cassidy's cowboy hat up, forcing her to stare at Brandy's unimpressed face.
"Heh," Cassidy's bluster took a moment to get going again as she tried to puff herself up. It wasn't going to work. Even heels weren't covering this distance. "You beat Mercury, so you must think you're hot stuff. Out to set records and be a big shot, but you can forget all that. I got dibs."
"Dibs on what?" Brandy said, arching an eyebrow. She was trying to channel her inner Mahi here, keep it short and cutting. Brandy felt she was pretty affable, but Cassidy had set a record for rubbing her up the wrong way.
"What my lovely Trainer is trying to say," Harper said, giving Cassidy another squeeze with her wing. "Is one of our lost flock is in the region, and we'd like it if you left her alone."
"Lost flock isn't helpful either," Calcine said, stroking the Braivary's cheek. The poor bird-lady was still stunned on her knees after Calcine's Move and nuzzling up to Calcine's hand fondly. She probably had it heated up; Brandy knew how hard it was to resist a nuzzle with a warm Calcine. "You're missing one of your team?"
"Yeah! So hands off," Cassidy said and yelped as Harper stole her hat and gave her a head swat. "Ugh, I mean uh. Please?"
"Can't imagine someone would run off from you," Sparky snorted; she'd taken a seat on her black-feathered opponent's back, running an electrified finger up and down her spine and making her mewl. "You're such a charmer."
Cassidy might have pissed Brandy off, but seeing her Partners so effortlessly handle this fight took the edge off. Brandy didn't want to be a sore winner; she could throw Cassidy an undeserved bone. "You don't want us to capture a Pokémon? One of yours?"
"It's an awkward situation," Harper said, covering Cassidy's mouth before she could speak. "She's left our flock. Won't let us talk to her. Cassidy won't give up until she finds out what went wrong."
Ah. Relationship trouble. That did excuse a little of Cassidy's behavior.
It was rare for a Pokémon to break a bond, and if it'd been built up, there'd be a lot of aches on both sides. The rest of Cassidy's Pokémon seemed devoted, or at least putting up with her, so it probably wasn't anything nasty Cassidy had done. At least not consciously.
"I don't want to start a fight," Brandy said cautiously. "But if she's not bonded, she doesn't have to answer to you, and she can pick a new Partner if she wishes."
"I know that!" Cassidy said, poking her head out from Harper's wing. "I'm asking you not to try. Just leave her alone. She was happy in the flock for so long; I don't know why she left. I find her hard to read sometimes. Please, it's important."
Hard to read? So a Dark Type or maybe a Ghost? Brandy had a suspicion it was Dark. The same Dark Type Shay had pointed her at. Maybe that's why Shay hadn't even tried to capture her, Shay was in tune with Pokémon instincts, but this seemed a lot bigger than that and Shay wasn't exactly what Brandy though of when she thought 'responsible'. Or it could be there was only one Dark and Flying line in Galar, and Shay just didn't want a second Mandibuzz. Shay didn't seem to think more than two steps ahead, which made her pretty hard to read too.
"If she doesn't want to talk to you, you can't force her to," Brandy said, Calcine nodding along with approval. "And you can't stop others from trying."
"You are stubborn," Cassidy pouted.
"She's really not," Sparky said, "But she looks out for our hearts. I'd listen to her. She's not a glory hound or anything, and she wouldn't snatch up a Pokémon just to brag."
"I need to talk to her," Cassidy said more firmly, stomping her foot. It was childish, almost petulant, but she was a Flying Ace. Thinking she could do everything herself was a prerequisite.
"It's not a wound she'll want to poke," Sparky stroked the black-feathered Pokémon's neck making her twitch happily. "I've got a Sister who's had a frayed bond, and it sucks ass. We had to fill a house with syrup to get her over it."
Just let that one go, Brandy. There isn't time to go into it right now.
"If she wants someone to talk to, I'll do it." Brandy said, "But I won't make any promises about anything, and I won't change her mind if she wants nothing to do with you."
"Oh shit, you think... I swear it's not me!" Cassidy said and looked up at Harper. "Tell her!"
"Cassidy helped us form the flock so we could all lean on each other." Harper said, "None of us get along with others well, but there's a unity here that feels nice. It's not a crowd, or any pressure, just a shared experience. Morgan was welcome in it and seemed happy for a long time, but something in her soured."
So she was called Morgan? Dark types did like short names, but that one sounded a little grand. Odd.
"So Morgan got tired of being part of your flock?" Brandy asked, trying not to make it sound like the accusation it kind of was.
"No," Harper brushed Brandy back with a wing, putting some space between them. Brandy had hit a nerve there. "She tried to get closer to us, and it just made her grow further apart until she left. We don't understand it. We're worried for her. Some a little too much, and it makes her do foolish things."
"I want her to be okay," Cassidy squawked and was silenced by a stream of bubbles from Harper's fingertips, breaking her into a fit of giggles. "Harper! Quit it!"
Harper didn't, smiling fondly as she made her Trainer bat at the ticklish bubbles. The fondness was clearly there, along with more confirmation for Brandy that all Water Types are evil.
"Well, I won't say I didn't enjoy this," Calcine said as she patted the Braivary's head. "But if that's how it all is, it's kind of killed the mood. I want to hear the other half of the story."
"I'm still up for rolling them all in the grass." Sparky grinned, "I'd power through the awkwardness."
"We'll catch up with them later Sparky," Brandy said, waving for Sparky and Calcine to follow. "Cassidy, no promises, alright?"
"Just make sure she's okay!" Cassidy said between giggles. It was awkward, really. Cassidy clearly didn't want to be laughing, but Brandy had to assume Harper knew how to handle her Trainer's moods better than Brandy did.
She couldn't imagine what it'd be like to lose Calcine or Sparky. If it ever happened, she wouldn't know how to feel. She'd probably go to pieces just as badly as Cassidy had. This didn't excuse Cassidy from being a blustering idiot, but at least it all made sense why she was being one.
Brandy had been eager to find a third Pokémon to bond with, but now she was more curious about what had happened here. Morgan must have left for a reason, but as Sparky had said, fraying a bond hurt. Cassidy was full of panicked bravado. It was only thanks to Harper's mediation that she didn't escalate this to a messy fight.
Morgan didn't have anyone right now. Getting her side of the story might be a lot harder.
Chapter 96: We're All Under the Same Sun
Summary:
Post battle review and a scenic view
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It was all downhill to the Route 5 bridge Shay had pointed them to, and the easy walk matched Brandys Partner's upbeat attitude.
"You're so good when you're all Fire-blooded," Sparky said, nudging Calcine's side with her elbow. "She was just melting to your touch."
"That Corvisquire had already melted and was a puddle with you. She never stood a chance." Calcine bumped Sparky with her hip back, making her stumble and dive back in with a laugh.
So it was a Corvisquire. It would bug Brandy all day about how to tell between them and Rookidees. She was trying to keep pace with the two bundles of energy next to her, but Brandy's thoughts were getting in the way.
"Brandy!" Sparky squeaked, "You were so cool too. I love it when you get all bossy and in charge. Cassidy looked like she'd just swallowed her own tongue."
Brandy gave Sparky a smile and dipped her leg to give her a polite curtsey, "I didn't like how she attacked you. It was no big deal."
"It was a big deal! You and Calcine really bounced into action. I'm impressed as hell."
"Mmm," Brandy nodded and returned to chewing an idea over. She knew it'd kill the mood if she voiced it, and she really didn't want to spoil anyone's buzz. They deserved a nice clean win.
It was foolish to think Calcine and Sparky wouldn't spot her attempt to shrink into the background. The pair stopped, got each side of her, and squeezed in. All their packs rattled as loose items on straps banged off each other, making the hug a somewhat back and fore bouncy one. Not that she could escape it, she was between a Rock and a Soft place.
"What's up, our little Talonflame?" Calcine said, rubbing one of her stubby horns under Brandy's chin.
"That's not the one I pretended to be at school before you start on that," Brandy said, maybe a little sharper than she meant to. "I'm fine, just thinking."
"About Morgan?" Sparky said, "Hrmmmm, no, you're worried about her, but it wouldn't mess you up like this."
Brandy bristled at that and put a hand to push Sparky off her, but the idea of actually physically pushing Sparky away was enough to make her stop. She took a breath, cleared her head, and sighed. "Sorry, I don't want to be a mood kill. You both did really well."
They didn't reply right away, everyone thinking about what to say that wouldn't inflame the situation more. The smell of curry wafted along the gentle slope as they walked in an increasingly awkward hug sandwich. A Trainer was cooking on the side of the road while a Minccino gave them some big hungry eyes. The Pokémon's ridiculously long and fluffy-looking tail waved madly behind her as she waited for the meal.
"We love you, you giant hottie." Sparky finally said, nuzzling her head into the side of Brandy's chest. "If worrying about killing the mood upsets you, don't hold back. The mood has it coming. Kill the mood dead."
"I'll dig a grave for the mood," Calcine said.
"We'll swear a pact never to tell what you did to the mood."
Brandy snorted. Idiots. But well-meaning and very huggable idiots.
"It's Cassidy," Brandy admitted. It felt like she was spitting poison on their victory dance, but she wouldn't make them suffer if they insisted she come clean.
"You're mad she attacked us? Or what she might have done to Morgan?" Calcine said, clearly concerned but trying to keep her tone light.
Brandy chewed the inside of her mouth, those things did bother her, but she could understand Cassidy's actions there. The truth was she wasn't entirely sure why Cassidy annoyed her so much. Something about her really had Brandy fuming.
"I don't want to take away from your victory. You both did really well. Like, I'm super proud." Brandy gave a wobbly smile as she gently tried to breach the thing itching at her.
"Oh, my gawd." Sparky groaned. "Get it out, or I'll bite you!"
"Not in a sexy way," Calcine said, nipping Brandy's earlobe. "The nasty kind of Bug Bite."
"She wasn't trying," Brandy said, with more bitterness than she intended. "Cassidy's a Flying Ace, and with four partners, she has to be a good one."
"Stands to reason," Calcine nodded. "The Swanna, Harper, she seems the prideful sort of Flying Type. I don't think she'd settle for a weak Trainer."
"Right!" Brandy felt the heat in her voice was dangerously hot, but getting this out felt good. "She should have been smart, but she tried to bumrush us, stupid."
Sparky shrugged. "I've never even fought a Flying type before. Why's that so bad? I thought she got a really good drop on us."
Calcine was quieter, thoughtful even, by her side. Calcine had a fantastic head for tactics, so she'd probably already worked out the issue. Brandy didn't mind that Sparky wasn't as good at the tactical side. The Joltik more than made up for it with just how damn useful she was in a fight, and using her education a bit was a pleasant change for Brandy.
"That was good. I'll give her that. But everything after was so bad. Flying is all about mobility. Getting all of them stuck in a close-in fight with us made it way too easy for you two to absolutely destroy them."
"Which we did!" Sparky smirked, "Because we have an awesome Trainer who knows when to punish someone for a mistake."
"Suck up," Calcine said fondly. "You're a sucking ace."
"Wow!" Sparky covered her mouth in mock offense. "I suck her dick one time, and she never lets me hear the end of it. It's true, and I meant it. Brandy did great. But go on, tell me what she should have done. We might have a Flying Type in the gang sometime, and I don't want to embarrass her by not knowing her tricks."
Brandy fought off a laugh at Sparky's antics. For all her teasing of others, she was just as quick to tease herself if it might get a smile. Maybe she didn't know fighting tactics, but Brandy had to remember not to underestimate Sparky's ability to say the wrong thing at just the right time.
"Mobility," Brandy repeated. "Flying Types can, well, fly. So they should use it, bombard you with long-range attacks you couldn't fight back against. Or use their incredible speed to strike and run. They should have got a hit in and taken off again. Your Type advantages wouldn't be as strong if you had to fight harder to land a hit."
"Makes it sound like they're really annoying to fight." Sparky drummed her fingers on her arm. "Kind of like me, but if I could fly too? Oh yeah, that would be so annoying."
"Done right, they're amazing on a team. Their mobility lets them control the fight. We'd have to try to lay web traps, maybe a Smoke Screen to throw off their shots and some kind of high wire throw." Brandy bit her lip. "I don't know, it would have been tough, but Cassidy wasn't thinking. She just dove in and thought that'd end the fight. She has to be better than that to have four Partners."
"So you're mad she didn't give us a challenge?" Calcine said, "I don't mind an easy win now and then. Not everyone is going to be their best."
Was that what bothered Brandy? No, not really. She judged herself pretty harshly, but her failures didn't annoy her. Maple had got crushed by Mercury, but she'd never hated Maple for that.
"She's chewing her lip," Sparky whispered, "That wasn't it, Calcine. You're smart. What's your second guess?"
"Hrm, what would annoy me if I was a tall redhead who loved Pokémon to bits," Calcine said as she flicked at Brandy's skirt. "I think she doesn't like that Cassidy failed her team."
"That's not her fault," Brandy said quickly, "She's torn up about losing a Partner,"
"But it did annoy you anyway, didn't it?" Calcine said as she snuck a hand under Brandy's skirt to squeeze her thigh. That made walking an awful lot more complicated. "Oh! I just got why you like Maple so much. She's a huge tryhard."
Brandy blinked at Calcine, a little shocked she'd insult Maple. She'd never expect that from Calcine. Was she jealous of her?
No, that wasn't Calcine's style. She was just being a little too blunt, and well, Maple was a tryhard. But in a good way!
"You think I'm mad at Cassidy because she didn't put in the effort?"
"Our amazing victory was soured because she didn't try her best." Sparky snuck a hand under the skirt, entangling her fingers with Calcine's and joining in on the thigh groping. "You said it, not us. That'd annoy me. She didn't just fail her side. She messed up our win as well by not giving her all."
It made sense. Brandy didn't like it because she knew she shouldn't be hating on Cassidy for that. She was heartbroken and emotional and needed someone to care about that, not a good fight. But there was no getting around it. The lack of effort really did bother Brandy.
"Am I prideful?" Brandy said hesitantly. Putting out a flaw for her Partners to judge.
"You tried to win a Gym the day after you'd caught us."
"You thought you could beat Mercury."
"You're dating the hottest lady in your hometown and not even acting like she's way too good for you."
Sparky got a slap on the rear for that last one. The Bug was pushing it, but the point had been made. "I want the best for you, and I'm not going to stop doing that."
"Hey, we've talked about it." Calcine said, "I don't mind if you make grand plans, just as long as you think about it."
"And I love the adventure." Sparky grinned, "Keep making big stupid decisions. They're so much fun. Besides, you got Calcine and me on your team. You gotta have some pride about having bonded with such clearly sexy and talented individuals."
"I know you're joking, but I really do. You're both great. Way better than anything I'd imagined." Brandy sighed and shook her legs to get their hands out of her skirt. "Sorry, I need to clear my head. The bridge isn't that far, and I don't want to find Morgan there reeking of sex."
"It'd be a good lure." Calcine said, "Might get her to come out."
"Nice try, put the Fire back in your chest. If she is there, this will be rough to navigate, and I need you focused."
"We all got flaws," Calcine said, but she did remove her hand, keeping her fingers locked with Sparky so they could hold hands around Brandy. "Your pride is a problem, but it's also good. You try extra hard for us, and you'll try extra hard for Morgan too. You'll be fine as long as you can see when it's getting in the way."
Put like that, Brandy was just going to have to own her flaw. Because she sure as hell wasn't going to try less to keep her Partners happy. The rest of the walk was quiet but with smiles from all three. They wouldn't have to dig that mood grave after all.
The bridge on Route 5 was massive, with grand arches that crossed the valley separating Turrfield and Hulbury. Brandy had been along it a few times for summer trips but had no fond memories of it. It was just a big thing between two places she enjoyed being, nothing more. Now she was taking it in; she could see the access ladders letting you get to the lower-tiered levels of it. There was never really a reason to go down there, but they must have served some purpose. Maybe a place for Wild Pokémon to hang out or some kind of maintenance access?
They'd find out soon enough. Somewhere down there, a Dark Type was hiding out. Possibly a heartbroken one, and Brandy had committed to at least trying to fix that. Time to put her pride to work.
Chapter 97: Feel the Darkness
Summary:
Brandy hunts down a hidden Pokémon and continues to have good plans.
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Brandy gripped the metal bars of the ladder fixed into the stone as the wind raced down the valley and fluttered over her jacket, making a loud rippling sound. Someone had been smart enough to build a circular cage around the ladder, so there was no real danger of falling, but it still wasn't a pleasant descent. Her fingers were cold from the polished metal of the ladders, still as good as new; not even the wear of hands on them had dulled the shine yet. It seems people were sensible enough not to come down here very often.
One of the many warnings she'd gotten as a trainer was that while it was rare for areas to be locked of, because wild Pokémon could appear and reside almost anywhere, that didn't mean it was safe to go poking about off every beaten track. Exploring the wilderness came with risks, some of which could be pretty nasty if you didn't prepare carefully. Scaling down the side of the bridge felt like one of those places, and there was a thrill to that, a little bit of adventure.
"Almost there," Sparky said from below her. "There's a ledge we can hop down onto. Don't worry, it's got a rail."
A little bit of adventure with safety rails. Well, Brandy was still pretty new to this.
Sparky had gone first because she had her web shot ready to catch anyone if they fell. The payment for her service was the chance to look up Brandy's skirt as they scaled down the ladder.
"You doing good, Calcine?" Sparky called up, "You'll love the view."
Calcine clung to the ladder with one arm hooked through the bar to secure herself. She fixed her gaze on the wall before her and was taking it one slow rung at a time. She stiffened at Sparky's taunt, locking herself in place.
Brandy reached up to pat Calcine's thigh, which was as solid as the metal ladder bars. "Don't listen to her. We're going inside soon, so keep taking it one step at a time. Focus on my voice if it helps. I'm here for you."
Calcine focused on Brandy's voice a little too hard and stepped right on Brandy's face as she tried to find the next rung, but Brandy bit down a cry of surprise and nudged her head forward to get Calcine's boot back on track. It turned out Calcine was afraid of heights, and while she'd been too proud to tell them that, her achingly slow pace down the ladder had done all the talking for her.
It took far longer than it should have, but eventually, Brandy helped get Calcine off the ladder onto the ledge, and hugged her. Sparky was sitting up on the rail, legs kicking out over the drop into the valley below as she looked down at the beautiful vista of the Stony Wilderness. Thick grassy fields, wildflowers, and massive rock formations. It was very much a home for Pokémon, barely even touched by human development.
"I think I see a Cutiefly. Pretty bitches, you got to watch them, Brandy. They use their good looks to get away with so much trouble."
"Imagine that," Brandy said flatly, stroking her fingers over Calcine's cheeks. "Sound familiar, Calcine?"
"Not really. If we ever catch a pretty Bug type, we'll have to watch out for that."
Sparky's mock gasp of offense was overly comical, but Brandy was glad for it. Calcine's thin smile at Sparky's reaction was much better than the flat look of someone whose mind was off imagining the worst. Brandy knew Sparky well enough now to know she was doing it intentionally, teasing to break the tension. But like a sore tooth, she couldn't resist poking the nerve a little.
"Want to come take in the view? It's good rock country."
Calcine's coal skin couldn't pale when it was this hard, but her wide eyes said it all anyway. Brandy dragged her towards the door in the bridge support, the wind picking up again and buffeting them the whole way. "Sparky! I'd smack you if you didn't enjoy it."
"Sorry," Sparky yelled as she hopped onto the bar and ran along it, arms out either side as the wind whipped her fur. Agility was such a cheat moves that she made it look easy. Sparky got to the door before them, pushing it open with her shoulder, the heavy door scraping along the stone with a horrible, rusted groan as the wind seemed to rise to try to blow them back.
"Really not a popular spot," Calcine said as she led the way, cutting a path through the gale into the doorway, a hand pressed to the wall for support as she centered herself with some deep breaths. "Can feel the stone though, solid. Goes deep."
"Rock Polish really lets you see that far?" Brandy said as she came in following Calcine's wake, curious beyond just taking Calcine's mind off the outside.
"If it's the same kind of stone, it's easy. When it changes, my Move gets fuzzier. Outdoors I can only go up to a few feet. Dirt is all too loose."
"So you could shape the whole bridge?" Brandy asked though she was fairly sure the power wasn't that broad. It'd probably take a really long time to do if it was even possible at all.
That didn't stop Sparky from hunching her shoulders and nearly curling up into a ball.
"Don't do that?" Sparky whispered in horror, "To the bridge, we're currently in?"
Calcine pressed her fingers into the wall's stone, and the rock around Sparky's feet bubbled like thick swamp mud.
"Wouldn't you like to see the valley?" Calcine smiled. "I could give you a lift down."
"Truce, truce! No more height jokes!" Sparky said in a rush. "You're scary when you're vengeful. Besides, listen."
Brandy and Calcine listened, then gave each other a confused look.
"There's nothing?" Brandy said.
"Exactly!" Sparky punched the air. "Where'd all the wind go? Someone's fucking with us. I'm an expert in hijinks, and I know some 'jinx when I see them up this high."
"That was a height joke," Calcine said flatly, and Sparky lost an inch as her feet sunk into the stone.
"Woah, woah, doesn't count! It was a pun, not a joke!"
As fun as it was to see them squabble, it was time to get them in order.
"Let's get serious," Brandy said, squeezing one of Calcine's biceps. "Focus till we find Morgan, at least. If someone is messing with us, let's not make it easier for them."
It was dark inside the bridge support, and Brandy's Pokédex flashlight only lit up so much. Sparky got fed up with it quickly as they stumbled about and rolled a wave of electricity between her fingers, lighting the room like daylight had flooded in. Amazingly useful, as long as you didn't look at her hands. Brandy was still blinking away the spots from her quick peek.
A winding steel staircase went down into a pitch black that even Sparky's lighting hands didn't reach, the walls reinforced with steel beams fused into the stone by some Pokémon Move long ago. That was the most normal thing about the place. It got weirder from there. Bits of sharp metal were hanging from strings dangling down far enough they'd constantly get in the way of people trying to use the stairs. The walls had been carved with strange symbols, not particularly intricate, but the shapes bled into each other with harsh edges that were a little unnerving.
A rush of wind ran through the inside of the column and blew past them, a whistling roar in the tight space that made the hanging metal charms rattle together with a horrible scraping noise.
"Be like walking into a blender." Sparky hissed, "Hate that. This is spooky as fuck."
"We don't really have a cutting move. Shame." Brandy bit her lip thoughtfully, thinking of what they did have. "Will they hurt you, Calcine, if you gather the strings as we walk? You can use incinerate to clear your arms off."
Calcine reached up to brush her hand over a bit of the metal. It wasn't anything special, just a shard pulled from some thin sheet metal, and with Calcine's skin hard from her fright outside, all it could do was scrape uselessly against her skin.
"I can gather up, but not really feeling an Incinerate right now, sorry. The fires pretty low.."
"Well, let me?" Sparky raised her crackling hands and rolled her Thunder Wave along the string. It must have been cheap stuff because it blackened and snapped almost immediately. "Heck yeah, teamwork! You grab, and I zap."
It let them progress down the stairs slowly, the smell of fresh paint soon replaced with the scent of burning string. Calcine's arms soon looked like a horrifying murdery year-end tree, sharp metal ornaments jangling against each other madly whenever the wind picked up. The bursts were getting more intense, not strong enough to blow them off their feet, but enough that they had to stop and grab something to keep their footing. With Calcine's arms a danger to everyone, she was in the front so she could lean forward to brace herself, with Sparky sandwiched in the middle of the group for light.
So Brandy was in the perfect spot to see a mass of black feathers swarm up from the central well of the stairway and quickly form together into the shape of a woman with a wide-brimmed hat. Her features were still coalescing, color beginning to form on her face when she opened two blazing red-eyed, grabbed Sparky's hands, and squeezed them together.
The electricity bouncing between Sparky's fingers popped with a loud bang, and Sparky screamed. It was pitch black, but Brandy felt Sparky slam into her legs, her fur cushioning the blow as the Joltik lost her footing.
"Web!" Brandy said quickly, and there was a loud thwip and a splat, then only the panting of Sparky's breath.
"Scared the life out of me. What the fuck!" Sparky yelled from down by Brandy's legs. "Calcine, I hit you?"
"No, I'm fine. You got the railing. What was that?"
"Astonish." Brandy said, "A surprising teleport."
"Oh hell no, if we're bothering a Ghost, we should go." Sparky groaned, "They're too much, even for me."
"I think it's Morgan," Brandy said. "It's pretty common for Dark types to pick up a Ghost Move or two. Morgan? You there?"
The darkness didn't answer.
"She's set all this up to scare us off," Calcine said. It was such an obvious conclusion; stating it out loud made it more of a question than an explanation. Should they keep going despite her clear warnings?
"We should at least try to talk to her if it is Morgan. Someone has to. Sparky, don't use your electricity. You might zap us."
The wind started up again as Brandy used to get the dex's flashlight going, and this time the constant rushing gale just kept building. They had to yell above to be heard.
"See what you mean about fighting Flying types properly!" Sparky shouted, "This is all really annoying to deal with!"
Brandy didn't reply. She knew how to confirm who they were dealing with and just needed them to take a bite of the bait.
Sparky put her hands on Calcine's hips, and Brandy got a hand around Sparky's chest. There was plenty to grab there. They let Calcine lead them down in a chain, with Brandy providing the light. Slow, plodding steps against the gale, not letting it impede their process.
As it passed them, the wind cut out with a metal rattle, and Brandy braced herself. The black feathers surged around her, and a hand formed out of them to grab her Pokédex. Right as Brandy hammered the button and the Pokédex let out a little chirrup of beeps. Brandy felt the hand tug, but she was stronger than whoever was pulling it, and she'd been sure to fix her grip tight. Astonish was surprising, but only if you weren't bracing for it. Ghost types had to be sneaky to maximize their moves, and this Pokémon was already running out of tricks.
The red eyes went wide when they realized they'd been caught out, and with a grab of the brim of their hat, the coalescing form burst apart again into black feathers and rushed away down the stairwell, the wind dying down until the air was still. Brandy quickly checked the screen.
beep*
"Morgan" the Murkrow
Height: 6' 0"
Type: Dark/Flying
Failed Captures: 0
Moves Discovered:
Astonish
Gust
Feint Attack
Foul Play
Lures travelers away into darkness. Said to be unlucky, though not by anyone who has made it back. If they make it back.
click*
Fast, but not fast enough to dodge Brandy's scan. There was a warm satisfaction to be had at outsmarting someone.
"It's her." Brandy couldn't keep that satisfaction out of her voice. "And she's absolutely perfect for ambushes. We just got to keep going, and she'll have to face us."
"Oh yeah. Chase a Murkrow into the darkness." Sparky said, "We're so good at plans."
"Well, I hope she's ready to talk," Calcine growled, shaking arms coated in metal shards. "Because if I did all this for nothing, I am going to sulk."
Hopefully, Morgan would talk then. A sulking Calcine sounded like it'd take forever to coax back onto the bridge.
Chapter 98: Step Three: Bargaining
Summary:
Meet the Murkrow
Notes:
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Knowing what a Pokémon's Moves were was a big deal; there was a reason Mercury had wanted to keep hers hidden. Morgan could have been a lightning-fast brawler or a Pokémon that got inside your head and made you lose your senses. Both a set of Moves that needed utterly different approaches to what she actually was, a rather nasty ambusher.
"Pick up the pace, Calcine. We got to rush her down!" Sparky said, bouncing excitedly behind her.
The metal shards on pieces of string Morgan had hung all along the stairwell wrapped up Calcine's arms. The idea had impressed Brandy because it wasn't just a creepy thing to do. It forced people to come at her more slowly, and they'd only be able to pin her down if they gave her nowhere to run to. Every delay she forced on them gave her some wiggle room. Though Sparky's eagerness to pick up the pace could just be her natural impatience rather than any tactical planning, she was excitable after all.
"I don't want to snag something," Calcine said patiently, "Unless you want to stop and burn all this off, I'm going as fast as I can. Just keep the way lit."
Calcine was being a little snippy there, and Brandy put a hand on Sparky's shoulders, squeezed her, and gave her an excited smile to share some of her enthusiasm. Brandy was lucky enough that the two of them got along really well, but she could hear the frustration in Calcine's voice at having her arms slowly bound up, and Sparky pushing her buttons wouldn't help right now.
As Calcine went to sweep her arms into the next set of hanging metal shards, a gust of wind roared and tossed them out of her grasp, they swung back to cut at her raised arms. However, Calcine's skin was far too tough for them to get any purchase on. She took a few swipes at the string as she tried to get it under control, but it was yet more delays and frustration. What they needed to get this really moving was Calcine's fire, and that was up to Brandy to tease out.
"At least they look good on your arms," Brandy said as Calcine waited for Sparky to burn the end off so she could move. "Tearing your shirt up like that, I get to see your muscles."
"I know you're just trying to get me worked up," Calcine gave Brandy a sidelong glare, her pure orange eyes thin slits, and the glow of them intensified by the tightness. "You see my muscles plenty."
"And I like seeing them every time," Brandy said, reaching around Sparky to tug at the torn fabric of Calcine's shirt. It took a few gentle rips to get the sleeves off, Calcine fussing the whole time about Brandy being careful not to cut herself. Brandy wasn't sure if she was getting stronger or the cuts were so thorough a slight tug was all it took to make the fabric part, but it felt good to rip clothes off her Partner.
"That's your shirt." Calcine's tone was admonishing, but she smiled as she said it, so Brandy knew she was getting to her.
"My muscles too, and I like them," Brandy said, running a finger over the line of one. Calcine wasn't as incredibly toned as a Fighting type, but it was enough to notice, and there was a simple pleasure in tracing the outline of her Partner's strength. The metal shards didn't bother Brandy, they weren't very sharp, and her skin was tougher these days. The jagged bits of metal felt like caressing a butter knife. Not something Brandy wanted to do, but hardly a danger. "I'm becoming tough like you, and I know you like firm."
The cheap string on Calcine smoked, and Brandy sealed the deal with a lick, carefully picking a spot where she could lick at Calcine's skin without slicing her tongue. The thrill of the little bit of danger made her press in all the firmer. That spot of wetness and fondness all mixed together did the trick. The strings burned up in one superheated flash, metal shards clattering to the ground in a noisy rain as they slipped through the stairs gaps.
It was time to move, but Calcine had other ideas, grabbing Brandy and pressing her against the staircase wall. "I know you like firm too." Calcine purred, and Brandy just melted inside. The tight press of her body, the heat spilling from her skin, and the sudden shift to not just wanting Brandy but taking her? Her thoughts were all mush, and her breath caught in her throat.
A shock of electricity rolled through Brandy and into Calcine with a sharp snap, making her whole body shiver. "Ow! Sparky!"
"Much as I want to see Calcine pound a Brandy-shaped hole into the wall, I want to get that bird! Focus!"
Right, Morgan. Oops.
Calcine gave Brandy a long stare and then let her go with a cheeky squeeze to her butt. Her arms blazed with flames as she swept away the obstacles, and they took the stairs at a light run. Black Feathers poured up from the center and tried to keep on going past them. "Sparky, Electroweb trapdoor!"
Sparky threw a sparking web out over the swarm of feathers and then pulled it out to stick before adding more until the way back up was a tangled mess of crackling web strands. The feathers tried to find a way past before dropping in a heap on the other side of the stairwell and coalescing into a human shape.
"Oh, you are persistent," the black form growled, pinpricks of red eyes looking out of the swirling darkness. "Can't you take a hint?"
"Nope!" Sparky yelled. "We're gonna getcha, eventually. Don't make it too easy."
A few last black feathers drifted down as Morgan finished reassembling herself. The Pokédex information had said she was tall, and it wasn't lying. If you didn't count her stylish black hat, she was just a little shorter than Brandy. It was like someone had unfolded a tricorn, the wide brim tapering to three points at the back to give her a dashing look. Her arms doubled as her long black-feathered wings, and as they hung down by her side, it made her look like she was wearing a swishy feathered dress, effortlessly classy even though she was entirely naked except for the hat. Or as naked as a feather-covered woman could be.
Almost everything about her was sleek. Her gentle curves, smooth skin, and disapproving smile had a sharp line to them that made her look like she should be on the cover of an adventure novel. The only thing that spoiled the illusion was the thick, puffy tail of feathers that idly fanned behind her as she looked them all over.
"I take it asking you to go away won't work?" Morgan folded her arms and tilted her head, her hat somehow staying on despite the angle.
"If you really want us to go, we'll go," Brandy had to stop herself from laughing at the pained groan from Sparky, "My Partners might chew bits of me off if I dragged them down here for nothing, so can we talk a little?"
"It's a waste of your time," Morgan shrugged. "And I don't think you'll leave if I ask. If I'm stuck with you, I might as well find out why."
"She would," Calcine said, "Brandy deeply cares about Pokémon's needs. If that's what you need, she'll do it."
Morgan blew a raspberry at that and tipped her hat to Calcine. "It's what I want right now. What I need is a harder question to answer."
"Oh, Arceus, she talks in riddles too." Sparky groaned, "Spooky and mysterious, ughhhhhh. I thought Dark Types were supposed to be straightforward!"
"Dark is not that simple," Calcine said and looked to Morgan to fill in the details. It was a clever move, opening Morgan up to talk more.
"Primal," Morgan corrected. "Instinctual. I sink my teeth into whatever I want and don't worry about what people think."
That didn't ring true at all to Brandy. Morgan wouldn't be hiding out here if she didn't care what anyone thought. Dark Type's let their urges bubble up the surface, and they acted on them without hesitation. Knowing that Morgan was building a fortress to hide away in didn't speak of anything good. She had her defenses up and didn't want people to see what her heart held right now. The wrong word here could ruin their relationship forever.
"Want to bite these thighs?" Sparky said, slapping Brandy along the back of the legs. "They're worth a chew."
Brandy would have to think less if she wanted to avoid those wrong words because Sparky would find them, given a chance.
"They're lovely things, but I've no interest in fucking anyone today."
"You sure? You've been fucking with us all the way down here," Brandy said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "I'd bet you've made most people run before they even get to you."
"That is the point, yes," Morgan said proudly, leaning on the railing. Her relaxing was a good sign. As much as Morgan said she wanted to be left alone, Brandy could see her hunger for the talk as she leaned in to listen to them all. Morgan had been hiding away for a long time from Cassidy. The loneliness of it had left the bird-woman starved for even something as simple as a conversation. "I wanted blood to pour on people, but I couldn't think how to get ahold of any."
"My fur is thankful," Sparky huffed. "You want to invite us into your horrible murder tower if we're talking? Calcine can cook."
"Is she good at it?"
"Unforgettable." Sparky nodded. "You've never tasted anything like it."
Sparky wasn't wrong, and if Calcine still had that bottle of Typhlosion hot sauce she'd bought, it'd likely be the last meal Morgan ever tasted. Brandy would have to find a way to steal cooking duty away because melting off Morgan's tongue would make talking impossible.
"You may entertain me." Morgan gave them a sweeping bow. "And I will play the host until you are no longer entertaining. That's the deal I offer."
Dramatic, but Brandy nodded. She could work with that.
"Then find me below. In the heart of my Murder Tower," Morgan stepped off the rail and dropped into the darkness, a swish of wind following her.
"It's not a Murder Tower," Calcine said, "Right?"
"Depends on how much of your cooking she eats." Sparky snorted and looked down into the darkness. "Not sure about her, though. She's weird."
"Weird?" Brandy raised an eyebrow. "You've done plenty of weird things too. What's wrong with weird?"
Sparky shrugged. "I like tricks, but spooky tricks are a whole other thing. I don't get her whole deal. Why not just fly off or hide? Why all this theatrical stuff?"
"Well, we're here to find out. Morgan broke her bond and hasn't made new ones. That probably makes you act a little odd." Brandy gave Sparky a nudge. "Come on, we have to entertain her, and you're good at that. It's your chance to shine."
Sparky puffed herself up, smoothing out her fur proudly. "Yeah, I can do that. I'll charm the pants off her."
"She wasn't wearing any," Calcine said.
"That's how good I am. She's already lost them in anticipation."
An argument so stupid it was hard not to laugh at it. Sparky's excitement at having a key role in the plan was something Brandy had noticed a few times. She was willing to make an incredible fool of herself to make herself useful, and Brandy hadn't been joking. They were going to need her to help keep Morgan entertained here because breaching the subject of her broken bond would get them all kicked out unless she'd really warmed to them.
It felt like they were going into a capture fight, but a strange one where the rules were even more confusing than Lea's Gym Challenge. Strange suited Morgan, so maybe that's just how it has to be.
Chapter 99: Four Star Brandy Review
Summary:
Morgan considers the Brandy benefits
Chapter Text
Like everything about Morgan, her hiding place was unusual. She didn't have chairs, so she'd stacked pillows or bedding into lumps and tied them up with ribbons to make extra large cushions. Morgan had littered them around a round table made of hessian sacking wrapped around a colossal bike tire. Brandy could see a little bit of the tire tread peeking out of one end where the sacking had slipped. Thick sticks were propped up to act as the legs crisscrossing over each other like someone had started to build a small bonfire and decided it'd also work as a dinner table. Shiny trinkets were littered all over it, strange coins Brandy had never seen, rings, metal bracelets, and necklaces with gemstones. All of it looked awfully cheap, but it was glittery and worked as something to prop up candles in, and not a single candle looked anything like the others.
Morgan had hung fabric from every point she could; it was a messy riot of colors only united in how bold and bright they were. Thin gauze netting for sleeping near wet areas had gone over the windows to hide the inside, while everything from colorful beach towels to blankets was used to decorate the room like a mad carnival tent. There was no crystal ball, but Brandy would have bet money that Morgan wanted one and would have put it front and center if she could get it.
A fortune teller tent by way of a thrift store bohemian bedroom. Utterly mad, but it also kind of worked.
In fairness to Morgan, she was hiding under a bridge and must have had to scavenge or trade for a lot of this. She was just working with what she had, but it still somehow fit what Brandy knew of Morgan. Not unpleasant, but certainly unexpected.
"Sit," Morgan said, waving to the makeshift chairs by her table. "You can set up the stove where you like."
A light breeze in the room made all the fabric flutter gently and brought the room alive. It wasn't coming from any window, so it had to be Morgan using her Gust move a little more subtly.
Calcine noticed Brandy's gaze at the fabric hanging off the ceiling above. "It all moves in time with her breathing. It's an interesting effect."
"Creepy," Sparky shuddered as she flopped front-first over one of the oversized cushions and lay there like a lizard on a rock. "But I love all the colors. I was worried you'd be all black all the time."
"These feathers don't change." Morgan ran a hand through the black feathers along her wing arm. "So I more or less am. If my nest matched, it'd be very dreary to look at."
Brandy didn't mind that one bit. Like Calcine's coal skin, Morgan's black feathers were a gorgeous look that worked for her. Morgan swished her wing gently beside her, Brandy's gaze following it until she realized she was bobbling her head around like an idiot. Morgan smirked at her. "I am getting a meal, aren't I?"
Right, yes. Brandy would get on with that.
Plenty of stone floor was free for them to set the stove up on. Brandy was pretty pleased with her new camping stove. It had a tray she could use as a grill top, perfect for teaching Calcine how to cook burgers someday. Brandy couldn't stop Calcine from wanting to feed them, but she could at least try to get Calcine's cooking to a point where they didn't dread it. Until then, she could make everyone some poffin meat buns. The tube of Tamato Berry dough got Morgan's interest, and she watched intently as Brandy heated everything up.
"Have you been eating well out here?" Brandy asked, awkwardly trying to get the conversation going again.
"I can find bits here and there at night. I wouldn't say it's been fine dining."
No, of course not. Cooking was practically its own art form for getting a Partner if battling didn't appeal. Outside of Wooloo, it was pretty rare for Wild Pokémon to have any idea what to do with a stove. Calcine wasn't especially bad at it for a Pokémon. The bar was just really, really low to begin with.
"I won't kick you out while the food smells good," Morgan said after another awkward pause. "Why don't you just tell me why you're so insistent on seeing me so you can relax?"
"It's complicated," Brandy said. "It's not just one reason."
"Well, luckily, I enjoy stories as much as I do my food," Morgan said, leaning in to watch the meat sizzle and get a sniff of it. "The trick with stories is to start at the beginning, work towards the end, and then stop."
"Or keep going until people yell at you to stop," Sparky said, bouncing her limbs so they padded against the big puffy seat she was lying on with little thumps. "Then keep going past that till they put something in your mouth to make you stop."
"Does that work?" Morgan asked.
"That's a long story, see back when I was little, I-" Sparky didn't get any further because Calcine dumped a second ribbon-wrapped roll of bedding on top of her and jumped on it to sandwich her between it all.
"It doesn't always work," Calcine said as she tried to balance herself to keep the trapped and muffled yelling Sparky in place. "Brandy, maybe start with how we know she's here."
"Right!" Brandy took a breath. They'd get to Cassidy eventually. First, they had to deal with someone almost as bad. "You remember meeting Shay, right?"
"It'd be quite hard to forget. She had a very memorable tongue." Morgan tapped her chin thoughtfully with a long fingernail. Her red eyes were half hidden by the brim of her hat, but they remained fixed on Brandy as her lips curled up in amusement. "The Joltik is right, actually. You can get someone to stop talking by stuffing their mouth full."
Woof. Brandy had wondered why Shay didn't capture Morgan, she'd assumed it was because of the Cassidy problem, but maybe Morgan was just too much for Shay to handle.
"She told me where you were and that I'd be your type."
Morgan pushed the brim of her hat up and gave Brandy a more appraising look, then crossed the gap between them with a sudden burst of speed. Brandy squeaked as a hand clasped around her neck, and another on the wrist that held the fork she was using to turn the meat on the stove. The wind from the sudden rush formed a vortex around them, making the colorful fabric decorating the room flutter madly. Calcine clung to her Sparky sandwich for support as her hair fluttered around her horns.
Brandy would have fallen onto the stove in surprise, but Morgan had a firm grip, the air in her throat halted by the Murkrow's firm hands. Morgan pressed her head close to Brandy's over her shoulder, taking a deep breath. "You smell nice. Clean, but with the sweat of a hard day's work."
Morgan's deathtraps to get to her had made Brandy sweat far more than the work, but the feathered hand wrapped around her throat made her reply come out as a tiny cough. Slender fingers massaged the balled-up air in Brandy's throat, and Brandy swallowed thickly as Morgan moved her hands down over her body.
"The top is a little tight," Morgan said as she tugged it, then squeezed Brandy's left breast through the fabric. "I don't mind sleek, but something to hold on to if you're being flown about is nice to have, and a lot more fun."
"She's growing out," Calcine said, spilling to the ground with a thunk as Sparky finally wormed out of the soft mattress sandwich beneath her.
"Don't ruin it for us!" Sparky said, pointing upside down at Morgan. "I'm hoping it rides up so we can see Brandy's stomach."
Morgan silenced them by doing just that, hooking her fingers under Brandy's T-shirt and tugging it up to expose her stomach. "Ah, not just tall but fit too. Shay was all soft, which I did enjoy, but her clever tongue was the best part. Once I got her on her back, it was all over."
Brandy didn't need the stove. They could just fry the dough on her forehead if Morgan kept this up. Being appraised like this was both flattering and hot as hell.
"Get to the best part!" Sparky said, legs kicking the bound-up bedding off her seat and onto Calcine. "Legs, legs."
"I'm just meant to skip the butt?" Morgan grabbed Brandy's rear in both hands and squeezed. Brandy felt every one of those long fingernails as she dug in, how they came to ten pointed tips like claws. It hurt a little, but in a way that intensified how Morgan had her body pressed up to Brandy. Nicola had used her claws to make Calcine moan, and this felt like a more playful version of that. Brandy would have made noises if she had the breath to make them. "My favorite part of a lady. I love a good rear. This one's firm but could use a little more."
"She'll grow into it," Calcine said, sitting on the floor and watching the show, ignoring Sparky's attempts at revenge by batting her with the bedding. "Her Pokémon mother has enough curves. It's amazing Brandy is as trim as she is."
"Cacline!"
Calcine shrugged and blew a little ball of flame at Brandy. It was the truth, and Calcine wasn't ashamed of telling it.
"Legs, legs." Sparky said, "Legs review."
"I'm not interested in the legs."
Sparky's gasp of offense was so loud even Morgan snorted out a laugh. "Your Partners are fun to tease. I do like the legs. I have long ones too. They don't know the troubles of being tall like we do."
"I count tall as six foot one. You're an inch out," Calcine said, deadpan serious. Morgan flicked her fingers at Calcine as if shooing away the attempted teasing. She wasn't that easy.
"I prefer being taller, but other than that, I'd enjoy getting those legs wrapped around my waist." Morgan gave Brandy's butt a slap and nudged her wrist to get her cooking again. Which Brandy did with a bit of a wobble. There were a lot of feelings still rolling about in her, and it'd really broken her focus. Thankfully, the meat hadn't burned through it. "Shay isn't wrong. You are my type, fit, adventurous, and a bit too stubborn for your own good. You really braved all I threw at you on Shay's word? She doesn't seem the sort to think beyond the next fuck."
Brandy didn't want to ruin the moment. Morgan's feathers were deliciously soft against her skin, but much like Calcine, she wasn't comfortable lying about serious matters even when it might be the clever play. So nothing to do but dive in on it. "I think I'd have powered through. It felt like a challenge. But that wasn't entirely why. We met Cassidy before we got here."
Morgan's grip got a little tighter, but she didn't remove her head from Brandy's shoulder as she hovered behind her, watching her cook the poffin dough on the grill and wrap it around the meat. It wouldn't be the most elegant poffin meat buns ever made. Brandy's hands were trembling for a whole host of reasons.
"You met Cassidy and still wanted to come to meet me?" Morgan said, her words sharper, a thread of sensitive danger laced in them that Brandy would trip over if she weren't careful. "I'm not worth the effort. You don't need to deal with my problems."
"Bullshit."
Brandy had been thinking it, but Sparky was the one to say it, her fur crackling as she squinted angrily at Morgan. "You're hot, and you know it. Brandy's practically melting under you."
"It's true, though. I did a terrible thing." Morgan as she put her face to Brandy's hair and sighed. One big sad gasp had her chest rise and fall against Brandy's back. "And she won't stop trying to forgive me for it. It's a mess. A tragedy."
Morgan made everything sound so dramatic, but the sigh was real, as was her need for someone to hold onto. It made Brandy feel awkward, she didn't want to be the comforter to soothe Morgan's wounds, but she didn't want to push her away either. Dark Types wore their emotions openly, so what was a way to care for that? Appeal to baser instincts?
Brandy broke off some of the fried poffin dough and held it up to Morgan's mouth. "Eat," Brandy commanded.
"Not hungry," Morgan said sulkily.
"Eat," Brandy said more firmly and felt Morgan's soft lips slide over her fingers as she sucked the dough away. "Good?"
There was a long silence and the sound of polite chewing before Morgan sank back onto her shoulder. Brandy had to take the Murkrow's whole weight as she slumped onto Brandy's back. "Yeah, it's good."
"There'll be more. I got enough for us all. Just tell us what happened. You'll feel better about it."
"I want to fuck you, not cry on your shoulder. You'll enjoy being fucked a lot more. I'm very good at it" Morgan wrapped Brandy up in her wings and peppered her neck with kisses. So damn soft it really was tempting to let Morgan just have her fun, but no. This had to be done. It explained why Shay had sent Brandy because Brandy couldn't imagine Shay resisting her impulses at all.
"Then a deal, you tell me the story and cry if you need to. Then after, you can have me any way you want."
"Any?" Morgan said with malicious delight. "That's a very open offer. I could do terrible things to you."
This bit of shameless bribery wouldn't work on most, but for a Dark who was eager to sate her hunger, it was too tantalizing an offer. Brandy had learned from her fight with Shay. A little give and take here would be fine.
"Anything you want," Brandy said, and Morgan drew a finger along Brandy's throat as if signing her name.
"Deal, now be a good still shoulder to cry on. This is a heartbreaking story, and I don't want to get the floor wet." Morgan glanced down at Brandy's body and licked her lips. "We can get the floor wet after. Okay then. So, it all began..."
Chapter 100: Birds of a Feather
Summary:
How Morgan found, and left, her flock
Chapter Text
It'd been an exhaustingly long battle to get to this point. The Swanna had harried Morgan through the skies and the moonlit treetops, trying to pin Morgan down with powerful sweeps of her white wings and high-pressure jets of bubbling water. Every time Morgan slipped away, getting a dark delight in stealing a few kisses from her Trainer when the Swanna wasn't looking and disappearing into the darkness with amused chuckles before they could catch her.
They'd played that cat-and-mouse game for hours. The Trainer was doggedly determined, Morgan had to give her that. The human had gotten breathless from all the running as she sent her Swanna out to pen Morgan in. The white feathers in the Trainer's hair were soaked with sweat, glossy in the moonlight as she caught her breath leaning on a tree. But every time Morgan thought she could finally slip away, the Trainer would take a deep breath, beat her chest, and call her Swanna round to keep up the attack.
On and on, Morgan led them around in circles, taking a sadistic joy in their frustration until she, too, got tired and slipped. A simple mistake, getting caught in the feather dance of the Swanna, but it was just so beautiful to watch. She'd let her attention slip from the Trainer for just a second, and that was all it took for her to get Morgan in a hug. It was a pathetic hold, Morgan had run every last bit of strength out of her limbs, but that didn't matter. Every ritual had its rules, and Morgan had been caught, so she was obliged to offer a gift.
The Trainer might have been slick with sweat and exhausted, but her body was fit, her smile was pretty, and it all worked Morgan up a treat. So there was only one reward it could have been.
Scratched, scuffed, and thoroughly ruffled, the Swanna was happy to let her body be the bed on which Morgan could fulfill her dues. Morgan dug her fingers through the Swanna's feathers, her long nails teasing at the skin underneath. Her white feathers were delightfully soft and cool, a nice contrast to the firm muscle of the hot, panting woman Morgan was busy breaking in.
"You are a real monster, aren't you?" the Swanna smirked over the shoulder of the gorgeously fit human pressed between. "Put a little of that savagery into my brave Cassidy. I think she likes it."
The Swanna, 'Harper' as Morgan would learn later, had a grip firmly on Cassidy's butt, and she was trying to control the pace Morgan was fucking her Trainer, with little success. Harper was just as exhausted as Cassidy was, and Morgan had conserved her energy. She could never have beat Harper in a fair fight, but an unfair one? Her specialty. Now she had the strength to pound Cassidy up against her Partner and coax fresh cries out of a throat already sore from shouting at Morgan to stop running and show herself.
Cassidy was a mess, weak and pliant in Morgan's arms. It was such a thrill to be able to take her exactly how she wished. Cassidy's pleasure was entirely in Morgan's control, and Morgan was feeling very generous, fucking the exhausted girl through some even more exhausting orgasms. There was still a little defiance in her Trainer. The way Cassidy was holding onto her hair for support and the irresistible feel of warm, slick flesh wrapped around her cock made Morgan want to go until she'd fucked every last bit of it out of Cassidy and left her a gently cooing puddle.
This moment made it all; worth it when everyone was so worn down that emotions couldn't be bottled up or needs denied. Their feelings all melted into each other. Harper's excitement at Cassidy's moans became Morgan's excitement. Morgan's hunger for more the wind in the feathers of the others to keep going to one last round. Past the point of pleasure and skill into pure desire and thoughtless action.
"I'm gonna cum again," Cassidy groaned, resigned that it would happen because Morgan wanted it. A thrill shivered through the Trainer's body as she was being honed to an edge she'd never even thought she could attain. Harper's beautiful eyes watching them both with pride and a little jealousy. A jumble of emotions worn on their skin, everyone open and clear.
Morgan struggled to relate with people normally, but moments like this felt like she'd finally cast a spell that could fix that. Understanding, even if it was completely based in desire.
"And again," Harper laughed and comforted Cassidy with her feathers. "And again. Who could resist someone as pretty as you? Look at her. She wants to fuck you until the sun rises."
Cassidy's eyes were unfocused, her mind swimming on the edge of unconsciousness as her body began to give. But Morgan caught a glimpse of Cassidy's bright green eyes, and in the moment, she was as open a book to Cassidy as the Trainer was to her. She wanted this, to be with Cassidy until the sun came and went again. To be understood so intensely she didn't have to fumble through words and gestures, and could just be understood.
One part of a greater whole.
Morgan had found her Flock.
--
"Stay still, you witchy hat sneaky fuck. I'll smash you into the sea!"
Morgan laughed as the Rufflet raced over the rooftop to try to clip her with a peck. She was way faster than Morgan could be if she put her mind to it, but she was letting her anger control her thoughts. Morgan burst apart into black feathers as the Rufflet pecked at her with a glowing beak and then span to slash madly at the feathers with her talons. She was still raging when Harper stepped in to smack her with her wing and send her tumbling over the edge of the skyscraper.
The Rufflet growled as she spilled over the edge, and the growl became a full-on squawk when she saw Morgan standing on the side of the building, waving at her.
"I'll get you!" the Rufflet growled, swiping for Morgan's hat. Morgan danced aside and gave the Rufflet a swat on the rear as she passed. Absolutely not! No one got her hat.
Glass screeched as the Rufflet caught a claw on the side of the building and righted herself, coming back up like a missile, a ball of wind rushing behind her that made the windows shake in their frames.
"Tailwind!" Cassidy called. "Foul Play it, then get back up here, Morgan! We'll finish this together!"
The ball of anger that was the Rufflet ran right into Morgan again without a single thought in her white-feather crested head. Morgan tapped her on the nose with a finger before sweeping under her, darkness billowing out from her wings to wrap the Rufflet up, soak up that cascading Tailwind energy, and then launch her on up right into the arms of Harper, who twisted and smashed the Rufflet down onto the rooftop with her wings so heavily Morgan's teeth shook.
A shared thrill of victory ran through them all, the Rufflet had been a feisty, unceasing attacker once roused, but they'd all worked together to wear her down, and they were going to beat that anger out of her before they smothered her with kisses and Cassidy.
Morgan beamed with pride as she gave a theatrical flourish and a tip of the hat to some office workers watching her stand outside their window. Then she swept her wings back to push herself up the side of the building and back to the fight. The Rufflet was only getting angrier, and they planned to keep stoking that flame until she burned herself out. That pure, intense emotion was something they could all sink into, throwing Cassidy into an exhausted hate fucking that might bubble over into a new team member once tempers had cooled and the heart was left open and raw.
She'd get along with this one just fine.
--
The roar of the crowd didn't bother Morgan. It had a single-minded excitement and a love for flourishes she wanted desperately to indulge in. But the Flock was all together; she couldn't step out of it right now and break the rhythm. Basilah's fury sang in their hearts as she rushed at the long green snake woman with the haughty expression and mocking green eyes. Vines curled around her body and snapped at Basilah's limbs, catching her once again.
"Morgan, Harper, in on her and help out!"
They moved as one, Harper's fluid grace and hidden power in her white wings with Morgan as her black feathered shadow, the bite they wouldn't see coming. Or at least that's how it should have been. The puffy-haired Pokémon with rams horns was still shaking herself back and fore, spores spilling off her and coating the arena. It stuck to all their feathers and weighed them down, wing tips screeching along the ground.
"Change target, all of you on the Whimscott while she's close!"
Basilah was so hopelessly stuck in the snake-woman's vines that she couldn't join them, and her anger at her helplessness bled over the bond into Morgan. They'd already taken out the sleepy mushroom girl. Charging in was so stupid! She could break off and ambush while Haprer engaged her or free Basilah up while attentions were divided. But they worked best as one, so Morgan backed up Harper, trying to slide in a few swipes as the Swanna battered at the Whimscott with her wings, all while Basilah sunk further into the vines until she was wholly subsumed.
They got taken apart slowly, fighting wing and claw beside each other to hold off the attacks, but they were getting worn down. Morgan's trick, and now she was falling for it, letting herself be led around. She wanted to hide, to lurk and snap out when needed, but Cassidy never called it. They worked as a Flock, each one part of a whole, and as a whole, they lost.
In the showers later, they hugged together, letting their feathers merge, and Cassidy formed the warm heart of their group. It felt good and right again until the warm water ran out.
Morgan didn't know what Cassidy had been thinking, but she had to trust her Trainer. They were in this together.
--
"You've bested me," the Corvisquire said, pinned to the wall by all three of them, claws pressed into her black feathers. They were so like Morgan's own. "About time someone did."
It was a mess, they'd taken the Corvisquire head-on, and the clever Pokémon had quickly got the measure of them. She fought down Basilah's strength with her sharp movements and quick attacks to offset her balance. Harper's more measured style she'd baited in and left scratches all down her arms as her honed claws had bit deep and left Harper moaning out in ecstasy, barely able to stand.
Morgan had barely been a help, racing in with them, trying to trade blows, and getting tangled up in a bola the Corvisquire had used, Cassidy only calling for her to teleport out after she'd tried wrenching it off by hand. Stupid of her. She wasn't a powerful brute like Basilah. It should have been obvious, but she'd got lost in the moment. When the fighting started, they dove in together, one heart and mind. There wasn't time for tricks or theatrics.
It'd worked eventually, but Morgan had been all but useless. She knew her team so well it made her heart feel like it'd burst sometimes. She could feel Basilah's strength and Harper's coiled power as if it were hers. But she couldn't use it. That wasn't her.
Frustrating, endlessly frustrating.
Morgan relaxed, sinking into the feeling of the Flock, letting her worries and frustrations drift away. There was the excitement of what was to come next, Cassidy getting fucked, another bold new face to join the Flock. More strength and power to feel like her own, more understanding.
Harper watched her with a calculating gaze as Morgan took some breaths, and it felt discordant. Morgan usually knew Harper's moves before she made them, but right then, she couldn't have said what that gaze was about. Worry? Pity?
It faded. There were better things to be getting on with.
--
Basilah's evolution made Morgan cry with happiness. Seeing the Rufflet spread her wings and become the massive bird everyone knew she was was so good. A towering Braivary whose strength finally matched her attitude. Cassidy was hugging the life out of her, and it was well deserved. Basilah had always been at the tip of every fight, the head of their Flock, the first to take the punch, and the anger they all leaned on to keep taking those hits. They'd improved a lot since that Tournament, Brenna as one wing and Harper as the other, with Morgan the tail waiting to bat at anything that got by them. A role that suited her sneaky ways a little better, though one she rarely made much impact in.
It was fine. Today was Basilah's day, she'd fucking earned this, and Morgan couldn't be happier for her.
"You're next, Morgan!" Cassidy grinned as she hugged Basilah's newly enhanced chest. Completely towered over, most would have been scared by the imposing Braivary, but Cassidy was fearless around the Flock. "We'll find what you want."
Morgan smiled and tipped her hat. Finding her place in the group and spreading her wings sounded nice.
She just couldn't think what that was right now, and as the nights crept on, she thought more and more about that. Something was missing, and the realization of just what it was threatened everything they'd made together.
What if there wasn't a place for her at all?
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"It feels weird not to have everyone here," Cassidy said as she kicked her legs over the edge of the Skyarrow bridge. The wind up at the top of the suspension bridge was biting cold, but Morgan was smoothing it around them with little flutters of her wings.
"Let them stretch their wings," Morgan said as she sat beside Cassidy, one wing around her Trainer. "We've all been with you so long. We're some odd Flying types."
"I thought there'd be more breaks, but I'm happy there aren't." Cassidy wormed her way to the side to lean her head on Morgan's chest. "You all feel like a part of me."
A lump in her throat, a feeling of belonging. Morgan really did love this, but she'd committed now and had to follow through.
"I feel a part of you too." Morgan sighed, "But I want to be more."
"I don't understand," Cassidy nuzzled her head to Morgan's chest, relaxed even now. "We're a team. You're a part of it. There's no more to be had."
It stung harder than Morgan could bear to hear that, her fingers digging into Cassidy's arm as she tried to push away Basilah's anger. That she could feel it from so far off, strange.
"You asked what I wanted," Morgan said, every word measured as if climbing out over a vast drop with no wind here for her wings to catch. "I want a piece of you."
"Any part you want, Morgan, you know that. We share it all."
"No," Morgan clicked her tongue. "I want a piece of you for me alone. I want a part of you to think of me and not the others. Apart from the Flock."
"You love being part of this though," Cassidy pressed a hand to Morgan's cheek. "I can feel how much you love it; being understood. Through all your words, the feeling is in there, and I feel it strong as my own heartbeat."
It was tempting, oh so tempting to dive back in. To feel that shared love, but she couldn't.
"It's not me." Morgan hated saying, "It hasn't been me for a while now. They're all fearless fighters, brave and forthright. I'm not that. I'm... confusing."
"You want to be confusing?"
"No," Morgan shook her head. She hated that, failing to be understood, yet every part of her resisted being open and honest. She delighted in tricks and deceit and hated how it messed up her life, but she just couldn't stop, not without the Flock to lean on. Letting herself melt away. "But I can't fight like this with you all. I'm not myself when I'm this at ease."
"Morgan, we'll change." Cassidy laid an arm on Morgan's wing. "You're important. Whatever it is, we can fix it. I don't want you to be miserable."
"I've been happier than I've ever been, but I hate it. It feels like I didn't try." Morgan adjusted her hat, huffing little gusts of wind that ruffled her feathers.
"That doesn't make any sense." Cassidy shook her head, "Morgan, please, just tell me what you want. We can fix this together."
The gulf, that misunderstanding. It couldn't be worked out together. Together was the problem. Morgan wasn't meant to be part of a group. She was a loner who exhausted women and had her way with them when they thought so simply she didn't need to speak. She wasn't Basilah's fury or Harper's calm. Not Brenna's cunning or any bird who'd follow. She was Morgan. Confusing, sly, and a puzzle no one quite understands.
What did she want? Cassidy, as much as she could grab for herself, enough she could shape her to be less bold, more sly. Less reliant on a team and more on each part of the whole.
She wanted to smash everything they'd made together because she was a piece that didn't fit. She couldn't do that, not to Harper or Basilah. Not to Cassidy or even the new Brenna. They were a Flock, tied together, bonded by heart. They'd taken what Morgan wanted, made it their own, and loved it. They all really did.
She wanted something Cassidy would give her, but it'd tear the Flock apart. Flying Types rarely worked well together. Flying Ace's were even rarer. Cassidy was going to be one of the best. Morgan knew it.
It just couldn't be with her.
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She was rusty and outnumbered. The moonlight shining above was as bright as when they'd first met, but Morgan wasn't as quick to hide in the shadows as she once was. She'd have been caught if not for knowing everything the Flock could do so intimately it was as if the bond still held. The frayed end of it whipped nastily in her chest, her heart thumping angrily as it tried to contain the poison she'd spat into it.
Cassidy wouldn't give her up easily, she knew the Flock, and they were relentless. Morgan had worn Cassidy out once, and she could do it again, let Cassidy go her own way and grow to become the Ace she was destined to be. It wouldn't be easy, but Morgan couldn't find the words to explain herself, not even to someone who'd been a part of her for so long. When words failed, action was all that was left, and a Dark never shied from their instincts.
Morgan spread her wings and headed for the shadows hoping they'd shield her from the parts of herself she was trying to leave behind.
Chapter 101: Dinner and a Show
Summary:
Cheering Morgan up, in their own ways
Chapter Text
Brandy didn't know how to handle a crying Pokémon. She'd been lucky enough that for all the trouble Calcine and Sparky had gone through, they'd never actually gotten to a point she was left lost at what to do next. She had a knack for Pokémon, an understanding of their needs, and she did her best to sate them. Hiding her eyes under the brim of her hat, her cheeks wet, right now Morgan looked like she needed a hug,
Brandy could do that, wrapping her up in one. Morgan didn't lean into her, but she didn't push away either, held stiff through a force of will or maybe a worry that if she started moving, it'd only get worse.
Her story had been a little hard to follow at times; Morgan was quite well-spoken, but she loved to add flourishes to her speech that didn't help her get her story across. Brandy had watched her tone and how she moved, the wistfulness in her eyes, the curled fingers digging into her arms for anger or guilt. Morgan was very expressive, and if you paid close attention to not what she was saying but how she was saying it, you could get swept up in it. Feel what she felt, even if you don't know why.
"It's alright," Brandy said, squeezing the Pokémon. Soft feathers against her skin made it feel like too much of a reward to be a properly nice gesture. Morgan was absolutely delightful to have in your arms, even when you were trying to be serious. "It was a sad story, but not all of it. I'm sorry it didn't have a happier ending."
"There were some bright moments," Morgan said with a sniff, and she nuzzled her head on Brandy's cheek. Her eyes were wet, tears smeared over Brandy's skin, and Morgan's chest rose and fell erratically as she tried to talk, breathe and cry simultaneously. "There'd have been a lot more if I hadn't left."
"But you couldn't stay," Calcine said as she made the poffin meat pastries at the stove. Brandy had done all the cooking. It was just assembly, and she seemed happy to have just been left that.
"No, I couldn't." Morgan took a big, messy sniff and wiped her eyes with a wing. "Sorry, I don't feel very attractive right now."
"Still hot!" Sparky said, still upside down on her makeshift cushion, watching Calcine plate the food. Brandy knew she wasn't looking to be kind and give Morgan some space because Sparky had enough eyes to look at everything if she really wanted. Sometimes she could be a good bug, just never when pushed to do it.
"A messy kind of hot," Brandy squeezed Morgan and watched the corners of her lips twitch. The story had been tough for her to get out, but the company was taking the edge off it. Maybe that's the trick to crying Pokémon, just be there for them and let them get it all out. Morgan's bushy tail was scratching a line on Brandy's stomach, not wagging exactly, but making itself comfortable."Don't worry about looking good for me. You do it effortlessly."
Calcine smiled as she wrapped up another poffin pastry, and Brandy knew just what that smile was about. Sure, she found every Pokémon hot, but that wasn't her fault. Every Pokémon she'd met so far had been hot. It was their fault, not hers.
"I'd like to eat," Morgan said, eying up the pastries. "And maybe attend to some other needs if the mood takes me. You've heard my sad story, so you owe me some company until you can scurry away."
Brandy flicked Morgan's hat, making her sniff again and give Brandy a red-eyed side-on look. "Don't push your luck," she said with a rustle of air curling in the back of her throat, ready to lash out and sweep over Brandy.
"Don't push yours!" Brandy said firmly, not letting the strange windy growl intimidate her. "We are not going to run away just because you wanted to be yourself."
"I abandoned my Trainer because I couldn't let a part of myself go." Morgan rubbed her shoulders against Brandy's chest, hunching herself into a sulky ball in her lap. "I helped her make a beautiful flock, and then I wanted no part of it."
Calcine took a bite of a poffin and smiled, then offered the plate out to Morgan. She didn't bite. "We've known Brandy a lot less time," Calcine said, "But if it ended today, I'd have been happy for all of it."
Morgan ducked under her hat and reached out to grab a poffin, eating it out of sight under the brim. "It's easy to think you could let them go. It is harder to do than you can imagine."
Morgan's little munching sounds were the only noise in the brightly colored room as Brandy gently rocked her and let her eat, the tension building. They weren't going to help her overcome this with the right words, even if they wanted to.
"You're forgetting something really important," Sparky said, still lying on her back over her puffy chair, rows of blue eyes wiggling to focus upside down.
"Oh?" Morgan sounded tired to Brandy like she knew another attempt to cheer her up was coming.
"You can stand on the side of a building! That's fucking crazy." Sparky kicked her legs in the air. "I mean, you should fall. You don't have sticky feet."
"That's ... that's what you took from my story?" wrong-footed, Morgan stumbled over her words as her brain tried to catch up.
"You'd feel so dizzy. I'm getting dizzy just lying on my back like this."
"Do you want me to come over there and show you how to do it? The windows is right there. It's not that far to the bottom of the bridge if you get it wrong" Morgan tipped her hat up at Sparky, giving her a red-eyed glare. "I'm sure you'd bounce."
Sparky squinted at Morgan thoughtfully and then gave her a thumbs up. "Can bounce me any time."
Calcine once again delighted Brandy by doing the work that was needed, shoving a poffin in Sparky's mouth. The Joltik yelled a muffled thanks and bit into it. That'd probably silence her for a minute. It had at least popped the tension in the room.
"You can't throw Sparky out a window." Brandy smoothed Morgan's feathers, trying to get her to settle down. She puffed up a little when angry, which was cute, but Brandy wasn't suicidal enough to mention that right now.
"I could," Morgan said haughtily. "She's very small."
Brandy looked to Calcine for support.
"I never realized that was an option." Calcine stroked her stubby horns as she pushed her hair back. "She probably would bounce."
Traitor.
Morgan finished off her poffin and licked her fingers clean, which Brandy wasn't ashamed to admit she immensely enjoyed watching. Morgan was glossy and sleek, making even cleaning dirty fingers look effortlessly sexy. "She's trying to cheer me up. Thank you, Sparky."
"Aww, no one appreciates me usually." Sparky said in a spray of crumbs, "It's nice to hear someone finally do it."
"I say it all the time!" Brandy gasped, "Don't listen to her. She's an awful liar."
Morgan gave the slightest snort of a laugh. "You're a very strange group, barely alike at all."
"You get used to it," Calcine said as she held out the plate of poffins to Brandy, lacing her fingers with Brandy's and giving her hand a squeeze for support before she let Brandy take one. "Brandy lets us do as we like and somehow makes it work."
"Strange way to train."
Calcine nodded and settled down with her own food. "Brandy makes it work. I know getting to be your own thing is what you wanted, but I don't want to make it sound like a pitch. It's just how Brandy is."
"Good," Morgan said as she broke a bit off of Brandy's pastry and then held it up for Brandy to bite. Brandy did not make it look effortlessly sexy, accidentally biting Morgan's fingertips and getting a smack on the nose. "Perhaps you need to train Brandy some."
"That's the job of our third," Calcine said casually, "But she's busy."
Brandy choked on the pastry, thumping her chest as she tried to get a denial out through coughs.
"Oh yeah!" Sparky cackled, "Shame you can't meet Maple. She's a really good addition to the group."
"She didn't tame me!" Brandy said between coughs. "Maple's a human."
Morgan whistled and covered her mouth with her wing. "Oh my, a human lover too? I'm not sure I should get my claws into you. You seem insatiable."
"It's not like that! It just happened, I-" Morgan's wetted finger cut Brandy's spluttered denials off. Morgan forced Brandy to take some slow breaths to clear her throat as Morgan's finger batted away any attempts for her to speak.
"Doesn't seem difficult to train. I'm sure Maple will soon sort her out." Morgan smiled and pushed herself off Brandy's lap, smoothing her tail feathers down, still swishing back and fore. "This has been lovely, but I know where it ends. You're going to ask me to speak to Cassidy."
"You should." Brandy said, "She's not going to give up on you. I wouldn't for mine."
"I can't break apart the Flock. Cassidy would do it for me, but it'd hurt all the rest. They fit together so well. The bonds they have are strong. It'd be ugly vandalism."
"So explain that," Brandy said. "Tell her you want the best for all, which means she has to let you go."
"She won't understand. Cassidy thinks she can do anything. The Flock reinforces it all, bravery and confidence so thick they can swim in it."
Brandy knew that sort of person. Before she'd gotten her shock at the hands of Mercury, Maple had acted much the same, like the world should bend to her will; if it didn't, she could make it happen with enough effort. Cassidy didn't have Maple's effortless composure or intense focus, but she had a similar drive. Asking Morgan to be the one to knock her off balance as a lesson was cruel.
"I can do it." Brandy said, "I'll tell her for you."
"Don't be ridiculous. Cassidy won't accept an answer from you." Morgan shook her head sadly. "She wouldn't from me either."
There had to be a way. Brandy wasn't going just to leave this mess behind to fester.
"So don't use words."
"You want me to what, dance at her? Sing?" Morgan smiled. "I like the idea, but it's rather silly."
Brandy waved her objection aside. "No, the Flock thing. If you get all their emotions while you're in it, they get yours, won't they? They'll understand you if you bare your heart to them."
"There's more of them. I'm overwhelmed. Sink into it. They drown me out, and I do enjoy that in a way. I want to be dragged under and feel like I belong, not worry about being different. You're asking me to lose myself."
No, there was a trick here. A way to make this work.
"You say you're outnumbered. You need a louder voice, more on your side."
Morgan looked to Calcine, Sparky, and Brandy in turn, then snorted and tipped her head away, hiding her eyes under the brim of her hat. "Ridiculous. I barely know you all. There's no bond at all."
"Well, we've just done a long introduction, and you're clearly still hungry. How about we try?"
"Ridiculous," Morgan sniffed, "But if you insist, you'll give me a proper show. You don't just get to have me."
"Oooh, trials." Sparky grinned. "Make Brandy do a striptease."
"All of you." Morgan said, "You've enjoyed my hospitality. Now you all get on your knees and thank your hostess however she pleases."
Sparky's eyes were dazzling with enthusiasm at the idea. Of course, she'd been excited about this. Brandy was less confident. She was more used to having Pokémon fight it out with her. If Morgan had made Brandy chase her for hours and try to finally pin her down into some grass, that she could do.
Trying to be sexy on demand? That was a way bigger challenge.
Chapter 102: Drawing Battlelines
Summary:
A battle over whose in charge breaks out. Whoever wins, Brandy can't lose!
Chapter Text
Morgan had commanded they drop, and Sparky's knees hit the ground so fast there was an audible clunk.
"The floors hard," Calcine said as she got down more slowly beside Sparky.
"Thanks, Calcine," Sparky hissed between clenched teeth, "I noticed."
"Oh, it just seemed you dropped too quickly and hurt your knees."
It impressed Brandy how calm Calcine could keep her voice when she was obviously teasing. She looked the picture of innocence as Sparky gave her a glare with rows of blue, thin-slitted eyes. Resting a hand on the shoulder of each of her partners, Brandy stood between them, her skirt swishing as they leaned in to stroke their heads against her thighs. The firm press of Calcine's horns and the fuzzy, static-filled mess of Sparky's hair were an exciting contrast on her skin as they showed her legs some love. There was no confidence boost like two Pokémon trying to sneak under your skirt.
"I cooked a meal, so I think we're actually even," Brandy said, trying to stare down Morgan. It wasn't that she didn't want to get down there with her partners, but the lack of any real fight felt strange. Brandy had some pride as a Trainer, and just rolling over felt wrong. She wanted Morgan to at least earn it.
"You did make some excellent food," Morgan said with a tip of her hat as she walked over to Brandy, shamelessly swishing her butt. The slinky bird lady could really make her hips roll as she walked, especially with that puffy tail of feathers as a counterweight.
Brandy gulped as Morgan pressed a hand to her chest, fingers wrinkling the fabric of her top. Morgan's long nails glinted in the daylight as they traced circles that Brandy felt dig through her clothes, the firm touch sending shivers through Brandy's spine. Her skirt rode up as the taller woman stepped in even closer, her hands trailing up over Calcine's face to squeeze down on Brandy's thigh.
Brandy was taller than Morgan, but Morgan had gotten so close. Brandy had to arch her back as Morgan pressed her body in, their breasts pressing so firmly together it made Brandy's breath hitch.
"I don't deserve more, so just tell me to stop, and I'll let you fly away," Morgan said, her grip tightening on Brandy's thigh as she tilted Brandy's head up with a nudge of her chin and gave Brandy a peck on the lips.
"Well...um..." Brandy stammered, her cheeks burning as Morgan snorted a laugh and tugged her bottom lip to pull her in for another kiss. Her tongue slipped into Brandy's mouth, and Brandy sucked on it eagerly.
Morgan pushed her tongue further in, pushing Brandy's back until her feet skidded over stone, and she flew right off her feet. Firm hands gripped her ass while a webshot quickly roped over a pillowy chair from across the room for Brandy to fall onto with a thump, Morgan's landing right atop her with a flurry of black feathers. Morgan was tall but also pretty light, with willowy curves that didn't have any of Brandy's firm muscle bulking it out.
Which didn't mean it wasn't really nice to feel those slim curves press against Brandy's body. The gloriously soft down that lay just under Morgan's sleek feathery exterior was as soft as Wooloo fur and a lot warmer. Morgan hooked her arms under Brandy's shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her again vigorously, rolling any thoughts out of Brandy's head as their tongues tussled. She was so much more experienced that it was a completely unfair tongue fight. Brandy had heard her story of how rough Morgan had it trying to be herself. She'd glossed over Morgan having fought in tournaments and having been an early member of a team of four others. Even put in a lousy position to use her Moves, Morgan had still spent plenty of time honing her skills, and she was mercilessly showing them off.
Her hands roamed freely, never lingering in one place for long. They would slide up Brandy's sides, tickling at her stomach, pull her hips tightly into them, or simply cup Brandy's butt and squeeze. She made Calcine and Sparky her bed, Brandy sprawled over her partners, who held her for Morgan while delivering sneaky little bites and kisses of their own to her arms and side. Sparky was even sly enough to get a nipple bite in, which made Brandy gasp so sharply Morgan's head shot up.
The shadow of Morgan's hat made her red eyes look particularly baleful as she stared at Sparky. For all the good it did her as Sparky gave her a shit-eating grin back. "She's tasty. You want a bite?"
"I have her handled, thank you," Morgan said, pressing a finger to Sparky's nose, the Joltik going cross-eyed, trying to look at it. "Be a good bug and keep your teeth to yourself."
Sparky bit the finger on her nose, which got an indignant snort from Morgan, even as Sparky suckled on her finger with a suggestive eye wiggle.
"Enjoying yourself?" Morgan said, with a tone that made the hairs on Brandy's neck stand up. You didn't mess with a tone like that. Unless you were a suicidally bratty Joltik, that is.
"I'm lo-" Sparky's words were pressed back into her throat as Morgan put her fingers into her mouth and dragged out Sparky's tongue. Her long nails pressed into the tender muscle as she held it firmly, staring Sparky down.
"Maybe you should behave a little better."
"-es ma'am," Sparky said, speech slurred with her tongue stolen. Excited sparks crackled around the fur on her shoulders. "Whateva' -ou say."
Morgan pushed the tongue back into Sparky's mouth and bopped her nose with two fingers, and Sparky squirmed in place, biting down on her bottom lip hard. Brandy was amazed, Morgan was theatrical, but Brandy hadn't expected her to pull off an actual magical trick. She could see the nervous twitch in Sparky's eyes as she desperately wanted to act out but simply didn't dare.
Turning her red-eyed glare to Calcine, she tipped her head back to dodge a little puff of flame as Calcine blew her a kiss. "Oh, you going to be trouble too, are you? Very disappointing, and I thought Brandy had you better trained."
"I said she was special," Calcine said, and she leaned over Brandy's body to get face to face with Morgan. The press of two Pokémon leaning on her chest to get face to face was a heavy compression that made Brandy's head swim. Calcine's stubby horns rolled over Morgan's hat and left two divots in it as Calcine butted foreheads with the Murkrow. "You said you wanted to be yourself, but you are being awfully bold right now."
Morgan gasped, slapping Calcine's cheek with a firm thwack. For all the good it'd do her, Brandy knew Morgan's fingers would be sorer than Calcine's cheek. She didn't get the hand back either. Calcine curled a hand to keep it against her cheek, the air hazing around it as her heat spilled out into Morgan's fingers to soothe the ache of hitting her. "Admit it. You miss being bold. You like it."
Calcine also liked it, though she wasn't really in denial about it. It just came out spurts when her blood got up before fading away as her passions faded. Something that Brandy felt she really needed to push more once they were done helping Morgan because there was something there that felt like it could really be big if treated right. Right now, two hot Pokémon were fighting over her, and she had the best seat to watch it.
Morgan looked trapped as her red eyes bored into Calcine. If she pressed Calcine, she'd only be proving her right, but if Morgan backed off, she'd lose her chance to do what she so clearly wanted. As much as Brandy had favorites in this fight, she was here to help, which meant she had to give Morgan an out. She squeezed Calcine and Morgan's sides, both swishing their heads around to stare at her.
"If both of you want to be in charge, why don't you take that out on me? I'm sure a natural leader will emerge."
This was purely for Calcine and Morgan's benefit. No alternative motives here.
"I know Brandy better. You don't stand a chance," Calcine said as she cupped one of Brandy's breasts. She squeezed it with just the right amount of pressure to make Brandy moan as a thrill ran through her body.
"Watch and learn." Morgan huffed and ran her fingernails up along Brandy's thigh. Morgan drew scratching spirals, intricate patterns that made Brandy's leg kick and her body tremble as Morgan traveled her hand up under her skirt, her fingers drumming an eager pitter-patter as they approached Brandy's panties. It made Brandy's anticipation spike hard, and half her body was squirming against Morgan. Calcine held the other side firmly and worked a heated massage into her, making Brandy go all gooey.
Sparky held her tongue, but she still pushed Brandy's pillow out of the way so she could take its place, resting Brandy's head in her lap. It wasn't as comfortable as the pillow because Sparky's cock was stiff enough it pressed right up alongside Brandy's cheek. Still, Sparky's mad grin made it clear she didn't consider this the downside Brandy did. So Brandy nuzzled her head into it, glad she could make at least one Pokémon get all aflutter over her right now. Sparky's electric cheek head rubs weren't helping Brandy unscramble her thoughts, but she knew that sometimes you just had to dive in and try to survive.
She might not survive this one. She was getting absolutely roughed up by the competitive pair as they fought over her, Morgan teasing away her panties and curling two fingers into her. The tips of her fingernails teased the sensitive flesh in Brandy's pussy making her buck her hips up to try to press into it and make it really dig deep. Morgan wasn't having any of it, making Brandy squirm with feather-tip touches of her nails as her feathers fluttered over Brandy's thigh and made her leg shake madly. It was a lot to handle, and that's without Calcine making her own mischief. She had both of Brandy's breasts cupped in warm hands, kneading them gently and delivering firm bites into the jiggling flesh that got some sharp groans out of Brandy's mouth that Sparky was all too happy to muffle with the length of her dick.
"I'm making her moan," Calcine said.
"I'm making her tremble," Morgan snapped back.
"I'm just really enjoying myself," Sparky chirped. "Can you make her cum? I think she'll suck down, and right now, I really, really want her to do that."
Calcine and Morgan shot each other a look, staring at each other over Brandy's heaving chest and sweat-soaked stomach.
"One orgasm each. Loudest wears the pants." Morgan said, "And you're my guests, so I'm going first."
Neither wore pants, Calcine wore shorts, and Morgan didn't wear anything. But Brandy wasn't really in the right place to point this out.
"I've not finished with this improved chest she has. Knock yourself out. I'll show you how it's done," Calcine grinned. "You can slink off in shame after."
Brandy's eyes shot wide. Considering Morgan was hiding from her former Trainer here, that was a low blow, Calcine!
"Oooh, you bitch." Morgan growled, but she sounded more amused than angry. "You've very cruel when you're horny. You're lucky I'm aching for some relief, or I might just see how hard I need to scratch your skin to leave some engravings."
Seems Morgan was going to channel that anger into fucking Brandy senseless. She'd have to hold out so that Calcine could win. She did have some loyalty to the team.
Catching Morgan's intense and ravenously hungry look as she parted Brandy's legs, Brandy swallowed a lump in her throat. Holding out wasn't going to be easy.
Chapter 103: Sheltered By The Storm
Summary:
Brandy and Co take good care of Morgan.
Chapter Text
Morgan was a little spooky, but Brandy was into it.
Holding Brandy's thighs apart, staring down at her pussy with a discerning glare, as if working out the best way to absolutely destroy it? The calm confidence did things for Brandy, and she squirmed harder the longer Morgan made her wait.
"You have to put your dick in one of her holes if you've forgotten how this works," Calcine said sweetly as she kneaded at Brandy's chest.
Morgan glared at Calcine and didn't even reply, her fingernails scratching down Brandy's thighs as the tip of her tongue licked her lips. Brandy was screaming inside; this slow build-up was cruel torture, and she rubbed her shoulders into Sparky's legs as she tried to squirm toward Morgan. Sparky gasped as Brandy's mouth worked messily over the side of her cock and grabbed Brandy's hair to keep her from slipping away. So much for teamwork! Everyone was just taking what they wanted today.
Brandy was into that too.
"I don't think I've ever gotten between a better pair of legs," Morgan said as she fit Brandy's legs around her torso. The scratch of feather edges along Brandy's skin went perfectly with the gloriously soft fuzz that lay just out of sight against Morgan's skin. Brandy gasped as she felt a light breeze race up and down her thighs, the wind caressing her skin, and then she realized Morgan's wings were swirling with softly glowing green energy, catching the air and pouring it down over Brandy's body. She couldn't help but shiver in delight at the sensation.
Morgan had been naked the entire time Brandy had seen her, but she'd never actually seen her dick, and Brandy absolutely would have noticed if she could. There was some kind of universal Pokémon trick where they could just hide it away until it was needed, so Brandy's first introduction to Morgan's was when she felt her cock pressing up to Brandy's slit, the head brushing lightly over her pussy lips as the rolling wind streamed over both their bodies and in through the gap it had made.
Being fucked by a tiny tornado was not something Brandy had ever expected to happen, but the swirling wind pressing deep inside her was a heady rush of coolness and skin-tingling sensitivity that would've had Brandy falling off Sparky's lap if Sparky didn't have such a firm grip on her hair. The sharp tug sent a sudden shock through her body that mingled with the wind's soft caresses. It became a mind-bubbling moment with Brandy moaning around Sparky's cock and suckling at it through the sheer need to take all these feelings out on something.
"This is a little impressive," Calcine said as her hands warmed up, heat pouring into Brandy's chest and making sweat bead and roll down her breasts. "You've really fine control of your Gust Move."
"Don't admit defeat so quickly, Calcine," Morgan admonished. "I'm only getting her ready. You haven't even seen what I can do."
"I may Evolve before I do."
Sassy Calcine was great. The flow of warmth from her hands let Brandy know just hot the fire was burning in her. The heat seeped into Brandy's breasts, making them feel extra tender under Calcine's fingers. Brandy's heart beat faster as Calcine made her blood simmer. Just a delightful feeling that had her all stirred up and ready for Morgan, not that Morgan wouldn't do her part anyway.
The tip of Morgan's dick, pressed firmly against Brandy's opening, began to swirl; a strange sensation Brandy wasn't expecting, making her body tense up. Morgan was pulling her wind power into a fine coating over her cock, adding a rushing swirl to the length. It made Brandy's insides flutter from the constant teasing brushes as Morgan gently thrust forward, her fingernails digging into Brandy's thigh as she held her steady.
Brandy groaned as she felt Morgan's cock crush past the entrance of her pussy and slide in with some difficulty. The storm that came with it made Brandy writhe around a length that was thick in a viscerally noticeable way. Brandy wasn't just parted. Morgan stretched her open, her red eyes fixed on Brandy's face, hungry for a reaction.
She got one. Sparky's dick muffled Brandy's pleasured scream, but it was still loud enough to make Sparky jump, bouncing Brandy's head in her lap.
"Seems she's enjoying it," Morgan said smugly.
"So fucking good," Brandy moaned as she felt Morgan's hips rock back and forth. The thick dick rippled along her insides and just mercilessly crushed down on any sensitive spots. Morgan was obviously skilled, but the skill wasn't needed when you could smother every inch of a woman and then use a swirling wind to increase the intensity. It was like the heightened pleasure from Sparky's lightning, but instead of a sudden ecstatic rush, it was more of a relentless swirl. A thousand cool kisses spread the wetness inside her around and helped Morgan's cock glide effortlessly through her insides.
"Oh, she can still talk? Well, I am a little out of practice."
Calcine rolled her eyes at Morgan's cocksure boast. "You're smaller than Sparky."
"She is?" Sparky said in a rush and pumped a fist. "Yes, still the biggest!"
Brandy gave Sparky's dick a kiss just to show she appreciated that size. Honestly, Brandy wasn't picky about size, every Pokémon she'd met had fucked her senseless just fine with what they had, but if it made Sparky happy, then she'd show it some love.
Sparky giggled under the kiss and squeezed her chest hard as she enjoyed the attention. At the same time, Calcine continued to tease away at Brandy's chest, working in that heart-quickening heat. Calcine whispered in Brandy's ear, "It's pretty close, though. Be careful not to bite down when she goes all in."
"I heard that," Morgan said as she pressed Brandy's legs back, folding her up so Morgan could line her dick up better for long, firm strokes. "Get ready to chew, Brandy."
Sparky gave a little panicked gasp as Brandy's breath came out in a burst. Brandy wiggled about in Sparky's lap as she tried not to panic. Luckily for her, Brandy had the self-control to keep her mouth open as Morgan pressed in hard, filling her up until Brandy was sure there was no more to come. Blissfully full. Then Morgan pressed in that final little bit and made Brandy moan around Sparky's shaft and ground her head into Sparky's crotch, mind reeling as it tried to get used to the thickness that was burning a line all the way to her core.
Morgan chuckled darkly, "You really do have potential as a Trainer. Most women have come undone by now." Morgan's grip tightened, her fingers pressed into Brandy's thighs so firmly they would leave marks later. "I'll give you a taste of what a real Pokémon feels like."
With that warning, Morgan gave Brandy the pounding she'd always been building up to. She kept a controlled rhythm, slow and steady, but with each thrust the force was enough to make a loud slap of skin on skin and force Brandy into Sparky's stomach, her hair pulled taught as Sparky held on to the bucking Trainer in her lap. Her tongue was lolled out all over Sparky's dick, a complete mess of a blowjob as Brandy couldn't even keep it on the shaft, dragging wet lines all over it as her body was ground along the stone floor from the sheer force of Morgan's fucking.
"Holy shit," Sparky groaned, "You're going to break her again."
Brandy had toughened up since Sparky had shocked her into a stupor, but this was still a brain-melting experience that could match any she'd been through. Morgan was just as devious fucking as she was fighting. Whenever Brandy thought she was getting used to being pounded, Morgan would change things up and fuck her harder, faster or lift her to hit spots left to rest. It was almost as if Morgan knew precisely how much pressure to apply and how quickly to go, driving Brandy into a haze where only Morgan's dick mattered, and everything else faded away.
"She's close. I'm almost impressed. Let's see if you can stick the landing," Calcine said as she teased Brandy's nipples with pinches. Barely noticeable amongst the storm Morgan was cooking up.
Morgan didn't answer Calcine, but the words seemed to spur her to find the perfect pace to make Brandy squeal. The rippling of cock over her insides was too much to bear. Brandy was left gasping for air, her hands grasping at Sparky's waist as she absolutely mauled that cock, Sparky cackling as she pulled Brandy's head up and down to pleasure herself.
Then it all stopped, all but the swirl of wind around Morgan's dick as she stopped there, hilted in Brandy, fingers trailing along Brandy's thighs. Brandy had been brought up to the edge of an orgasm, and then it suddenly came to a crashing halt, her head spinning as she tried to gather herself.
"Morgan?" she said, confused. As she looked up to see what was going on, Morgan let the wind along her cock finally break into a spiraling rush that pressed every bit of flesh she'd rubbed raw. Brandy had the breath she'd taken to yelp hammered out of her when Morgan gave one hard thrust that hit deep and popped the bubble she'd built up.
The sensation was like nothing Brandy had ever felt, like she'd taken the deepest, most pleasurable breath she could imagine. Then someone had shoved their dick into her throat and fucked her brain right out of her skill. She could feel Morgan's dick throbbing deep inside her as she gasped and clawed at Sparky's side, choking on something.
Oh, Sparky had stuck her cock down her throat. So much for that metaphor.
Well, it was still fucking incredible. Brandy didn't just come. She came undone. Morgan's cock filled her so completely that her orgasm wasn't even able to roll through her properly; it had to work around Morgan. Brandy's body tensed and relaxed in waves, her muscles tightening and unclenching as she lost track of everything, her vision popping with stars and everything becoming softer on the edges.
Brandy lost track of what was going on. She felt a weight pinning her down and pressure all over. She luxuriated in the feeling of feathers and skin, the firm stiffness and strong smell of Sparky so intimately close to her. Smearing herself over every breath Brandy took. It was all a warm, pleasurable fuzz for a while, and Brandy was happy to soak it up.
Her mind began to clear when heat poured into her, so hot it prickled at the skin. She was already flush with exertion, but new sweat now rolled over her curves and pooled in the lines of her muscles. Brandy's eyes focused, and she saw Morgan looming above her, smiling down at her with a satisfied expression.
"That was incredible," Brandy mumbled, reaching up to cup Morgan's face. Morgan took her hand and teased her fingertips with some bites instead.
"I really needed that," Morgan said with a content sigh, "you deserved to be properly rewarded for being brave enough to face me with some uncomfortable talk."
"Spoiled her," Calcine said as she slowly pulled at Brandy's hips. The heat spreading into her wasn't just from Calcine's massage. Brandy was so out of it that she hadn't even noticed Calcine had taken Morgan's spot and was fucking her. But sweetly, ever so gently, with heat radiating out of her, it was like a hot day at the beach and a warm hug all wrapped into one. It was perfect, a gentle but pleasant way to come down after the overwhelming rush that was Morgan.
"At your encouragement." Morgan smiled. "I think Calcine likes being in charge. She got very jealous there."
Calcine thrust a little harder into Brandy, driving that warmth into her stomach to radiate out through her body and make Brandy bubble away happily. "I can do better."
"You look better in shorts anyway," Sparky grinned back on her pillowy chair, splayed over it with the biggest smile. "Shows off your chiseled butt. Morgan's ass is too flat for it."
Morgan didn't take the bait, but it was nice to hear Sparky sticking up for Calcine in her own way.
"I love both of you, hard and powerful, slow and soft. Love you all."
"Ughhh," Sparky flopped down, burying her face in the pillow. "Don't listen to her, Morgan. Brandy always weasels out of picking a winner."
"Well," Morgan ruffled the feathers of her wings along Brandy's neck. "We don't need her approval to know. Can't say we're not closer now. But I still doubt Cassidy will listen, even if you lend me your voices."
"Then we'll just try harder," Calcine said, grabbing hold of Brandy and picking her up. Cradling her into a hug and she continued fucking her with a show of strength. Brandy pawed with her hands. Calcine muscles up close. Good.
"Try much harder, and she'll melt." Morgan laughed, adjusting her hat and fluttering her wings to let a refreshing breeze blow over Brandy. Absolutely perfect for the moment. "You're not bad at this, Calcine. Just not as good as me."
"Oh, she'll melt," Calcine said, a growl in her throat that made Brandy's heart race. "This isn't over until Brandy passes out. I can still make her sing."
Calcine didn't make her sing, but only because when you were reduced to a contented puddle, it was hard to do anything at all.
Chapter 104: Let's Do Something Different Now That We're All Here
Summary:
Morgan sets her terms.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
"This is the weirdest aftercare I've ever done," Sparky said as she gripped Brandy and Morgan's hands.
They all sat in a circle around the camp stove, which had the flame lit. It didn't really have the campfire effect in the darkened room and they all looked a little goofy, but Morgan seemed satisfied with the effect. Morgan had her legs crossed, but Brandy wasn't really able to fold her legs up right now. She needed to stretch. They hadn't gone easy, which was fine with her. Brandy had loved every moment of it, but the feeling of being stretched out hadn't gone away just because she was happy. All her muscles felt loose, and she was hoping they'd go back to where they were meant to be with time. Flopping about was embarrassing.
"I may have just beat Calcine," Morgan said low and soft, still quite content after getting to wear Brandy out. "But if you're going to share my voice, I need to know you more clearly."
"I wouldn't say you beat me," Calcine said, only to be cut off with a cluck of Morgan's tongue.
"Destroyed. Don't interrupt the ritual."
Calcine's orange eyes were a bright glow in the shadowed stone room, and Brandy didn't miss her grip tightening on her hand and the narrowing of her eyes at Morgan. She squeezed back and ran her fingers along Calcine's to soothe her. She'd got really lucky with Calcine and Sparky gelling so well, but as they said; more Pokémon, more problems. Hopefully, she could keep Calcine and Morgan's competitive natures defused.
"You're making all this up." Sparky said, "I thought you were just going to join the team."
It was a fair question, though Brandy was pretty sure she wouldn't bind Morgan till she'd resolved her problems with Cassidy. One good rebound fuck didn't really let you get over heartache like that, though it had certainly improved Morgan's mood.
Morgan didn't immediately dip back into her theatrics and instead stared at Sparky over the camp stove flame. "You'd have me on your team?"
"I mean, yeah. You're spooky, but you're cool." Sparky shrugged. "I kind of respect how much of a pain in the ass you were to pin down."
"You want me to join you because I'm annoying?"
Brandy nodded along with Sparky. For Sparky, that made total sense. She could respect a fellow mischiefmaker.
"Calcine? You enjoy being annoyed too?"
Calcine snorted. "I put up with it. You seem talented, and you'll challenge Brandy in the right way. You'll be a perfect fit once I put you in your place."
"Oh? And what place is that?" Morgan said with a sly smile. "Brandy, you want to explain what that means?"
Brandy did not because she wasn't entirely sure. Jealous Calcine wasn't something she was used to. Calcine liked a clear goal and to occasionally take charge, but more emotion had been spilling out of her lately. She was a bit hotter-headed and quicker to rile up, not letting comments slide as easily as she used to. Firmer in her intentions for Brandy, and not just the intention to press her up to a wall and fuck her until she became a gooey mess. She was still Brandy's rock, but one that wasn't just going to act as something for her to lean on.
It felt like good progress but also a step into something a little more dangerous. Raw emotions were easier to hurt, and Brandy really didn't want to do that. Her Partners had earned nothing but love.
"Partner." Brandy settled on. "Calcine and Sparky have a piece of me each. You don't have your own yet. Until you do then you're our tall, dark, and sexy friend."
"I take a piece?" Morgan tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You mean I share?"
Brandy shook her head. "We're not like the Flock. Sparky gets to have her fun and tease me. Calcine gets to be warm, firm, and tender to wrap up with. We'll find out what you like and find a way for you to get it."
"That's... strange."
Sparky cackled at Morgan calling anyone strange.
"It's how I'm doing it. I know I should be bending your ears and trying to make you all work harmoniously together, gathering up all that adoration for us to share, but this way feels right for me. Messy, but good."
Calcine tugged Morgan's hand, "Brandy's good. But you should get back to your ritual."
"What?" Morgan stared down at the camp flame. "Oh, it was just a way to get us talking. Hardly needed, but for the sake of completion. Just look into the flame and try to feel the bonds we share. "
The flickering blue flame of the camp stove was pretty in its own way, but Brandy didn't feel like it had any clues into how her bonds were. The hand-holding was better for it, feeling the warmth of her partners' hands. Calcine's firm skin made her feel safe, while Sparky's softer touch was lovely to sink into, but her sharp nails promised Sparky would have a little bit of her own fun.
"Well, all I feel from you is how nice feathers are." Sparky said, "But I got to say, you'd be great against the Psychic menace who wants to kick our ass if you do join."
"What." Morgan's reply was a short sharp cut, lashed out at Sparky like she was lying and deserved a reprimand.
Oh, right. Mercury. Amazing that Brandy could even forget about her, but it had been a really busy few days.
"We have a kind of ongoing thing with Mercury," Brandy tried to say casually, hoping her Partners couldn't feel nervousness through the bond. "She's training up to beat me now."
"I don't know who Mercury is."
Right! Morgan wasn't even from this continent. She's probably the only local Pokémon who doesn't have a clue who Mercury is.
"Galarian Rapidash. Tall, pretty, absolutely huge dick." Sparky was all too enthusiastic to explain how doomed Brandy was. "You get the idea."
"Ah, a shame she's such a bother. You don't deserve the hassle."
"Oh no, when I say huge dick, I mean like." Sparky opened her mouth wide and did a blowjob motion, poking her tongue into her cheek to bulge it out. "Literally huge. She big."
"You seem to think a lot about huge dicks." Morgan said, a little amusement in her tone.
"Hey, I am sadly cursed with one. It's a weight I have to bear."
Morgan laughed and shook her hands, swinging Calcine and Sparky's arms. It was strange she seemed to get on with Sparky better than Calcine. Their personalities barely matched beyond their fighting styles. Maybe it was because Sparky was more in touch with herself, and it appealed to the Dark side of Morgan. Or Morgan was more mischievous than Brandy thought.
"Warm and tender," Morgan echoed Brandy's words about Calcine, eying the Rolycoly. "You seemed a lot firmer than someone who wanted a cuddle."
"It could be a very firm cuddle. One she can't escape." Calcine smirked. "Maybe I enjoy making her body mold to mine."
"Ah, you want to smother her. Understandable, Brandy is very smotherable."
Okay! This had to be stopped before she ended up with her face stuffed in a pillow again.
"Morgan. We'll have your back with Cassidy. We'll fight for your right to talk. All of us."
Two nods from her Partners, no hesitation. It was so sweet that they were willing to throw in so eagerly, whatever their reasons for doing it.
"And I think I grasp what went wrong, at least in parts. I guess my question is," Brandy licked her lips. The awkward part came here. "Do you want to go back to her? I'd love to bind you. I'd do it right now if you let me. But it's your choice."
Morgan stared into the fire for a long time, the glow reflecting off her eyes as the wisps of smoke collected under her hat. She seemed frozen by the question, but no one broke her out of it. If she needed time to think, they could all just enjoy being there with each other until she had.
"I don't know." Morgan said finally, "The honest truth, I've been with her so long and done such great things. I'd hate not to see how her journey continues. I'd miss Harper, we got along really well, and all the rest I want to see them grow strong. They have a new girl I've not even met."
"You can keep in touch," Sparky said, "But I guess it won't be the same."
"No, not at all. Being a part of Cassidy's legend will be a lot different to hearing about it. And, well, we're all Flying types. Self-absorbed and insular. Long distance doesn't work well for us."
"That's not-" Brandy kicked her leg out past the stove to rub it against Morgan's leg. She couldn't hug her in the circle, but she felt some contact had to be done with talk like that. "That's not how Flying has to be. You've shared a lot, and you wanted to connect. You need some time now and then for yourself. That's not going to break apart everything you've made. Cassidy's chased you for a long time, from what I can tell. If they all really were like that, they'd have forgotten you."
Morgan shrunk up into herself some, hiding her eyes with her hat. But Brandy didn't need to see the smile to know it was there. "You're convincing me to go back to Cassidy, you know?"
"I'd rather you were happy with her than miserable with me." Brandy said, "Seriously. However this fight goes, we'll back up your decision."
Smiles all round, a pleasant moment. Brandy could feel the warmth and comradarie and it was good.
"But I want to play with your tail," Sparky chipped in. "I bet it'd get even puffier if I shocked it."
"Absolutely not."
Well okay, some warmth, comradarie and teasing.
"I want your hat," Calcine said, eying it up. "I'd look better in it."
"You'll die first. The hat stays on me."
"It's my color, though. I'd look very dashing."
A bit of warmth, comradarie, teasing, and some death threats.
"You touch the hat, and I'm going to fly you up to the clouds and drop you." Morgan broke the circle to hold the brim.
"I'm a rock, I'm good at falling." Calcine said as she snapped a hand at the hat.
"Into the sea. The deepest part. You'd have to wait for a Huntail to find you before you ever got out, and I'd kick you back in again if you did."
"Worth it. It's a great hat. I'd be the most fashionable thing the Huntail has ever seen."
Morgan teleported away in a rush of feathers, and Calcine charged after her, Sparky cackling madly as Calcine chased Morgan around the room, Morgan getting increasingly frantic as Calcine got closer to grabbing her hat.
Okay, so they were going to be a mess.
But that's fine. Messes were fun too. Brandy could work with that.
Chapter 105: Stolen Moment
Summary:
Things are about to get rough, but Morgan and Brandy make time. Well. One of them does.
Chapter Text
"There's a safety bar around the ladder. This is safe." Morgan said from the rungs below Calcine.
Climbing back up the bridge out of Morgan's den had been challenging for Brandy. Sparky was already up the top, waiting to catch anyone, and Brandy was stuck at the bottom. Not that she minded seeing Morgan's butt wiggle as she climbed. It was a nice butt. Brandy was building up some good stamina but still didn't quite have her breath, so the delay was welcome. Poor Calcine, no less afraid of heights going up than she was going down.
"I know it's safe, but I can't help but think of falling," Calcine said, holding the ladder rungs in a death grip.
Morgan glared up at her. "I'm not saying it to point out the obvious. I've taken lots of women flying, some afraid of heights. Knowing isn't the same as reminding yourself. Close your eyes."
Brandy let Morgan talk. Calcine and Morgan had a rivalry going on, and if Morgan could help Calcine out, it might soothe their animosity. Or at least help keep it mostly friendly.
Calcine hugged the ladder rungs as she closed her eyes, limpeting onto the side of the bridge. "Rocks aren't meant to be high up."
"Then you can be a trendsetter. Focus. Remind yourself no one is going to fall here. The bar would catch you; if they didn't, Sparky or I would."
"Thought you'd give me shit for this," Calcine said as the wind gently drifted over them. It was at least a nice day to get stuck on a ladder.
"You're not as in touch with your instincts as I am. You're letting them rule you. Feel the stone in front of you. The metal between your hands. Solid, firm. As resolute as you are, they won't break."
It was impressive really. Morgan had a good grasp of Type personalities and how they thought. It made sense a Dark could learn things like that. Morgan may let her impulses take her in strange directions, but she never seemed out of control. Brandy had to wonder how she'd comfort Sparky, tell her she had the energy to hold on all day? The agility to turn any fall into a swing?
Things still weren't moving even after she'd had a good think about that, so Brandy helped them along a little. "Calcine?"
"Yes?" came a tense reply.
"I trust you to press me up against a wall, so you can get your butt up a ladder without falling. Use those muscles and get moving."
Morgan batted Brandy with her tail as Calcine slowly started climbing again, Brandy fighting it off with a giggle and spitting out a feather. "Don't be jealous! She's my Partner! She's allowed to listen to me."
"I was trying to be nice."
"I noticed that, thank you." Brandy swatted Morgan's thighs. "You can fly. You've got no excuse to be holding us up."
Morgan glared down at Brandy and then dropped off the ladder onto her, snatching her off the ladder. Brandy grabbed her in panic as Morgan bounced off the platform and threw them into the open air.
"I've got you!" Morgan shouted as she stretched her wings and caught the air, turning them the right way up as they arched out from the bridge.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Just hold on! And stop screaming!"
They soared out through the valley, and Morgan span to give them a view of the bridge, backlit by the sun with the clouds above. It was quite a beautiful sight. Just one Brandy would have liked to see without her heart lodged firmly in her throat. They were still moving pretty fast, Brandy clinging tight to Morgan with her arms wrapped around her and legs clamped over one of Morgan's thighs. "This is terrifying!"
"I have you! Enjoy it." Morgan laughed and rose up on the wind she controlled, buffering it under her wings so they could hover in place, putting a hand on Brandy's butt and pushing her into a proper hug to hang on. "Haven't you ever wanted to fly?"
"You are absolutely awful." Brandy huffed and gave Morgan a kiss on the chin. Now it didn't seem she was about to become a pancake. It was a thrill to be hanging in the air. Legs dangling as the water glittered off the lakes below, casually defying gravity. Maybe not as novel as Morgan was hoping, though. "My mom's a Volcarona. This isn't the first time I've flown."
"Did you rub her up with your breasts, too?" Morgan smirked.
Brandy blushed, but she didn't stop doing it. The softness of Morgan's feathers and the squishiness of her chest up close helped to chase away the adrenaline thundering in Brandy's blood. It was a very instinctual comfort, something her body listened to no matter how much her brain span.
"Okay. This is a lot more fun," Brandy admitted reluctantly. "But take us back. Calcine's going to be melting down."
"It got her up the ladder very quickly."
Sure enough, Calcine was up on the bridge with Sparky now, waving madly at them.
"See? They're fine. We can have a moment together." Morgan said softly as she closed her wings around Brandy and gave a twirl in the air as they dropped a few feet. A dizzying burst of speed but exhilarating too. Blood rushed to Brandy's head and back as she was turned about like an hourglass.
This was a common problem with Flying Types. They loved to get you on their own, even if you were busy. It was said it was never a bad time to let them, but still, to be snatched away from her Partners felt like a line Morgan didn't have permission to cross yet. So Brandy gave her a firm withering look, even after Morgan kissed her on the nose and kept grinning.
"Fine," Morgan said with a sigh, patting Brandy's hair with the brim of her hat as she bobbled her head. "Let's go back. But I'm taking you for a real flight someday."
It was a quick swoop down below the edge of the bridge to get back, and then Morgan came up on her own wind draft, wings spread wide as she landed lightly on the bridge and dropped Brandy off. Calcine already had a ball of flame in her and drew it back to throw.
"Whoa, whoa!" Brandy held up a hand. "It's fine. She had me safe. It's fine."
"You sound half scared to death," Calcine growled.
"I had her in hand." Morgan laughed, spreading her wings. "Your concern is admirable."
Calcine let the ball of flame crackle in her hands as she looked between Brandy and Morgan, then tossed it over the edge of the bridge and held out a hand for Brandy, taking her off Morgan. Brandy gave Calcine's hand a squeeze. It was warm, of course. She was all heated up, but there was a shake to it that made her feel guilty. Giving her a fright to get up the ladder had clearly had a bigger impact than Morgan expected. It took a lot to make Calcine tremble.
Morgan yelped as webs hit her from behind, wrapping her wings to her side, and the yelp rose to a full squawk when the webs kept going to get her legs, and she fell over with a thump.
"Okay!" Sparky cackled, "You want to sit on her and make her apologize, Calcine? Or should I just cover her in bugs?"
"Sparky!" Brandy called out, "I'm fine, really."
"Fine or not, it was a dick move," Sparky beat her chest. "We're here to look out for you; she put you in danger."
"You're both being crazy. I was fine. Morgan had me the whole way. Her Gust Move could have floated me down gently, even if I couldn't hang on."
Calcine and Sparky looked at each other and then awkwardly looked off to the side, hands rubbing their necks.
"We totally knew that. Totally." Sparky said, awkwardly looking at the wriggling Morgan by her feet. "Well, I don't want to untie her. She's going to be mad."
"I am willing to overlook this," Morgan said, voice filled with a terrible icy calm. "Just get me out."
"You did kind of deserve it," Brandy said as she nudged Calcine to go help. "I can put up with a lot, but scaring Calcine like that is out of bounds. You knew she was scared already."
"Well, at least I'm sure now you aren't helping me just to try to recruit me," Morgan said as Calcine put her hands to the webbing and began to melt it.
"Maybe we just thought you'd enjoy being tied up. Aren't you an escape artist?" Calcine said, her fingers digging into the webbing to melt it from the inside so she could slough it off.
"It's an interesting kind of magic performed right, but it's not quite my thing. Too technical, I like the unexplained, and there are only so many ways to get out of ropes. You can usually work it out."
"You've been to shows?" Brandy said as she patted Calcine's back. Maybe some hard feelings remained, but she was firm to the touch. At least the shivers were gone.
"A few. I also started learning to pick locks, but it wasn't for me." Morgan brushed her feathers to clear the web gunk out of it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you all. I had the urge and acted. It's been a while since I could indulge in that sort of thing."
"We don't mind teasing Brandy or even giving her a shock. But making us think she's in danger is out of bounds." Calcine said, offering Morgan a hand up. "But you were trying to help in a way, so fine. I can forgive. No covering you in bugs."
"But I could!" Sparky grinned. "It's always an option."
Calcine nodded. "It's always an option."
They would never recruit a third Pokémon if this was how good their pitches were. But Morgan seemed to accept it, or at least brush it off like she usually did, getting up and adjusting her hat. "So, where are we going to meet Cassidy?"
A shadow rolled over the bridge as a group of Pokémon flew overhead in formation, wingtip to wingtip above. Then they rose up and turned before starting a dive down towards them. Flashes of bright white and red amongst all the feathers, whipping swirls of wind, and one woman held onto her cowboy hat as she clung to the back of her Swanna.
"You know," Sparky said as she shielded her eyes from the sun to see the diving group. "I don't think that one will be much of a problem."
Chapter 106: A Tale of Two Hats
Summary:
Everyone settles their problems with reasonable discussion (This is a lie)
Chapter Text
They might be flying side by side, but Brandy had already noticed Harper and Basilah always got the middle spots of the Flock. In Morgan's story, the graceful white-feathered Swanna and the towering red-winged Braviary were captured before the others, so that may be why they got those spots. Would Harper have been front and center if Morgan was still with them?
Brandy could have brushed the idea off as coincidence, but once again, Cassidy clung to Harper's back, even though the large Basilah would have made a lot more sense to fly about with. Seems feelings floating about the Flock helped organize it. There was a clear pecking order, even if they tried to be equal.
Pecking order? Oh no, Sparky was rubbing off on her.
Brandy was curious about the group dynamic, but Morgan's stance dragged her attention back to the task at hand. Morgan's back was stiff as she held her head up, brim tilted so she could meet Cassidy's eyes. A defiant stance to take, but Brandy had met more than her fair share of confident Pokémon, and she could tell the difference between natural confidence and trying to put it on like armor. Calcine reached out to put a hand on Morgan's shoulder, making her flinch and snap a glare at Calcine before softening under those understanding orange eyes.
It was a sweet gesture. Maybe they didn't get along the best, but Calcine wouldn't refuse her touch to someone who needed it just because they had a rivalry. Brandy slipped her hand into Morgan's and laced their fingers together, giving her a squeeze for comfort as Cassidy dropped off Harper's back and straightened her white cowgirl hat.
"Hey," Cassidy said, just that one word choking in her throat. She swallowed and tried again, breaking into a dopey smile. "It's good to see you, Morgan. Missed you, hun."
"I know," Morgan replied, sharp and blunt. An awkward silence descended as the two struggled to dredge up their feelings.
Brandy flicked a look to Sparky; she'd never actively called on her to act out before, but it would have been a mercy right now. Sparky grabbed her chest and twirled on her feet between reaching out to grab the hat brims of both women. "I just noticed you got matching hats!"
"I... what?" Cassidy's train of thought screeched off the tracks and into a lake as she had to switch between a heartfelt reunion and whatever this was.
"Matching hats! Did you get this after you met Morgan?"
"She did, actually," Morgan said. "I never thought about it as copying me, though. It just seems very her."
Sparky snatched Cassidy's hat off her head, rolling it over her arm and putting it on herself. It weirdly suited her with her choker, Sparky's webs were basically whips, after all. Maybe she shouldn't tell Sparky that, though. Sparky with a whip would be impossible to manage.
Cassidy had cut her black hair short, but white and black feathers laced through it helped make the dull haircut pop. They were probably natural, an inheritance from all her bird Pokémon.
"Looks very normal under there," Sparky said and then turned to grab Morgan's hat. "What about you?"
Morgan and Cassidy snatched Sparky's wrists simultaneously, calling out a sharp "No!" The touch of their hands was a bigger shock than any Sparky could have given, the pair looking at each other and blushing brightly before looking away.
"Don't touch Morgan's hat," Cassidy mumbled, feet kicking the ground. "A lasses hat ain't for touching."
"Thanks." Morgan smiled and pushed Sparky gently out of the way. "Cassidy. I'm sorry. I didn't leave because you hurt me. I know you must have wondered about that."
Brandy pulled Sparky in for a hug and gave her butt a good squeeze, the Joltik worming against her side happily. A small reward for a bit of mischief, but Sparky had earned it. She also stole back Cassidy's hat and tossed it to her. The trainer wasn't focusing on Brandy; it just sailed past her face. Basilah caught it before it hit the ground, dashing forward in a blur of white and snatching it out of the air before leaning over to plant it on Cassidy's head. Her colorful tail waved happily behind her as Cassidy patted her stomach idly in thanks.
"I never thought I hurt you. I know you struggled in fights, but everyone guarded you. We wanted to shelter you until you got stronger if you felt you were a burden." Cassidy sighed and offered a hand to Morgan. "You never were. Come back."
"I can't." Morgan clutched Cassidy's hand. "I can't be what you want me to be. I'm never going to be part of the Flock."
"You were," Harper chipped in, putting her white wings around Cassidy, letting them slide over her limbs and merge her white feathers into Morgan's black. "You still are. We haven't forgotten you. We can do it together again. I know it was frustrating, but we'll make it work."
Morgan shook her head but slid her feathers closer to Harper's. "It's hard. I'm weak."
"You'll find your strength, honey," Cassidy said, excitedly looking at Morgan's softening position. "Whatever it takes, we'll make it work."
Shoulder's slumped, Morgan took a breath and nodded. Brandy could see it settle in, her conviction to give it another go. She'd promised Morgan to back her up, so she just couldn't let it happen like this.
"She is strong." Brandy snapped, shocked at the vehemence in her voice. "We've seen all she can do. Morgan's really strong."
"You've known her a day, hun," Cassidy said, "Don't ... don't act like you know her."
Cassidy didn't even sound angry, just hurt. It made Brandy feel rotten to call Cassidy wrong. She clearly loved Morgan to bits. But she was, and Morgan couldn't get the words out. Someone had to do it.
"I've seen a whole different side of her today. She fought with Calcine and put Sparky in her place. Nearly ran circles around us in a fight." Brandy tipped up Morgan's hat as she tried to hide under it. "Morgan's a terror but a fun one, and she's not weak, not one bit."
"That's nonsense," Basilah said, stepping up to Brandy. Brandy wasn't used to being overshadowed, but the Braivary was big. Brandy barely came up to her chest, and the white feathery crown she wore made her look even more massive. She bristled angrily, the muscles under her feathers coiled up, ready to spring. "She's shy and needs help." Basilah stabbed a finger into Brandy's chest, and it wasn't a polite tap. It hurt. "Get your nose out of this."
"I can prove it," Brandy said, rubbing the spot Basilah had stabbed.
"Don't be stupid. There's nothing to prove." Basilah went to poke Brandy again, but Calcine caught her hand, rock seeping out of her fingers over the Braivary's fingers.
"Do that again, and I'll make you swallow this hand." Calcine rumbled, "Morgan wanted us to back her up, so listen to her wishes."
Basilah just laughed. "Oh, I love you. You've got guts."
"Basilah, back," Cassidy called, and Basilah obeyed, falling back into formation. "Brandy, thanks for bringing Morgan, but we know her really well. Don't make things confusing."
"You don't know why she left," Brandy said, and Cassidy recoiled from her like Brandy had stung her. "Your Flock is amazing, but she's not brash or big like all your others."
"Hey," the little Fletchling on the end said. "Big?"
"Or bold, you'll grow into big," Brandy shook her hand at the Fletchling to shoo her away. She had to get this out. "The point is Morgan doesn't fit. You've got a Flock full of strong, hard-hitting ladies, and Morgan's not strong in that way."
"Morgan?" Cassidy said, searching Murkrow's eyes. "She spinning a yarn?"
Morgan just shook her head, not able to get the words out. Non-committal. Overwhelmed by everything put in front of her. Brandy knew she was right. Morgan needed control to be herself, and she didn't have it here. Her instincts must have been screaming for her to do something she couldn't because of the anchors of her feelings.
Well, Brandy promised she'd help.
"Morgan, Astonish. Fade back and pick your moment."
Morgan broke apart into black feathers, streaming off the bridge's edges out of sight.
"Ey, what the hell?" Cassidy huffed, "You bonded her? I asked you not to!"
"No, I didn't!" Brandy said, hands raised. "But, it's what she wanted to do. You want to know her feelings?"
"I want her back! Harper, I'm sick of this. She's just getting in the way, Wing Attack!"
Harper came in with a fast darting blow that Brandy didn't have time to dodge, clocking her right in the chest with a snapping blow from her wing that threw her toward the bridge edge. Sparky caught her with a web before she reached it, tugging her to a stop in midair and reeling her back in like a fish on a line.
"Not going to let you rush us down this time, darlings. We're way too close. Everyone Aerial Ace, we'll take them apart at our own pace."
Cassidy raised her hand and disappeared in a ball of feathers, all four of her Pokémon taking to the air over the bridge.
"Well, none of us can fly. That's a problem."
It wasn't as much as Sparky thought. They weren't on the attack. Cassidy was going to have to take the initiative to go for them.
"Hug up close, Calcine. You got the bridge to shape for defense. Don't let them use the wind to unseat us. Sparky, you wait on the webs. Bind one down when they get close. They're a close-knit team. We can capture one; they'll all come to help."
"This is helping Morgan?" Calcine said as she dipped her fingers into the stone of the bridge.
"Yeah, this is perfect," Brandy said. "We just have to show Cassidy how Morgan wants to fight. If she loses here, she'll have to admit the truth."
"No pressure then," Sparky said as the Flock swept their tails back and sent a gust rolling down the bridge that had the other people on it clinging to the railings. The wind came in from both ends, crashing together where Brandy stood. Calcine was already on it, forming two stone walls to act as a buffer, the wind battering around them, doing little more than ruffling their clothes.
"We can do it." Brandy said, "Morgan will come through."
"That's a lot of faith in someone who can barely speak a word in her defense," Calcine said as she added layers to the walls, ready to blunt a second try.
"She's a Dark. It's not words she's going to use. Trust me."
Sparky was focused, hands low, ready to summon up a web, while Calcine was in the center, forming their core. Sure, it was horrible odds, but they could do this. Brandy was sure of it. They had to. Morgan deserved a win.
Chapter 107: Battle on the Big Bridge
Summary:
Sensible conversation continues (They're fighting each other)
Chapter Text
Cassidy might still be worked up still over Morgan, but she'd learned from last time that she couldn't just barrel over Brandy's team even with her numbers. Calcine and Sparky were both strong against Flying types and Calcine, especially, was almost untouchable. If Brandy's team could go on the offense, they'd win easily, and that's exactly what'd happened last time.
It wouldn't be an easy win this time.
A second set of rolling waves of wind came rushing down the bridge. People were already scattering off it to watch the fight from afar. Calcine's walls were thick enough that she had time to add a curve to the top so the hammering winds passed harmlessly over them. Only a little wind spilled into their shelter as the two Tailwind waves crashed together, blowing in the gap she'd left for them to escape.
"The Corvisquire doesn't have the wind Move," Sparky said as she bounced on her heel. "Why doesn't she go 'round to attack?"
"Morgan said they work as a tight team," Brandy said as she held onto Calcine. "She's probably there to defend them from attacks. This would be a solid play if we didn't have such a good counter. I could see a lot of Trainers going down to just this."
Calcine couldn't entirely hide her small, self-satisfied smile as she lowered her hands. "I can hold all day. How are we going to get them to come down?"
Good question, they could just wait until they tired out, but it's more likely they changed their attack angles to try to knock them out of Calcine's shelter. They had a commanding position at range and wouldn't give it up without reason. Harper and Basilah's tail swishes were quick and powerful, with the little Fletchling slightly behind in trying to add her strength to the sweeps. Morgan had never mentioned her, and no one had called her by name, so maybe she was new to the team. Fresh Wild Pokémon often took a while to settle on a new name.
"Sparky, try to pepper them with Electroweb. We need to disrupt their formation. Calcine shield off the whole bridge so they can't just sweep us if we get distracted."
As Calcine turned her wall into a bowl for them to stand in, Brandy had to admire her talent with Rock Polish. Calcine used it much more than any of her other moves, and it never let her down. General Trainer Wisdom did not consider it all that powerful, but perhaps other Rock Types just needed to be more creative. Battlefield control, Entrapment, and Calcine was even using it right now to steady herself with some of the bridge's stone melted up to anchor her feet to the ground.
Their hair blew about as another wave of wind crashed over them. Then Sparky bounded up Calcine's smoothed walls, jumped off the top, and stabbed her arms out towards the Flock. Thin streams of web shot crackled with electricity as they arced out of her fingertips, and the four fliers nimbly darted to avoid them.
"Catch me!" Sparky called as she jumped back off the wall, wrenching her arms around with her and turning her web lines into a sweeping net. Brandy ran forward, arms out as she watched Sparky's body twirl and wrap her up in her own webs. The sharp pulls as they wound over Sparky's body made the webs snap so quickly that the Flock all got snagged, a loud round of screeching as electricity crackled along the net and into the fliers.
Brandy didn't have time to slow down, so she caught Sparky at full speed, their bodies crashing into each other. Brandy wrapped her arms around Sparky to protect her from the impact as Brandy hit the edge of Calcine's arena-like bowl and bounced off. Brandy staggered to keep her footing with Sparky in her arms.
"Success," she said. Voice muffled by Brandy's chest. Her face had gotten stuck right in there, and she wasn't making any move to get out.
Heck, she'd earned it. Brandy wasn't going to kick up a fuss.
"Not quite," Calcine called from behind them. The Fletchling's feathers were burning, and she was flapping madly to batter the webbing off her, flecks of flame from her wingtips also slowly freeing the others. "They're going to get out."
"Calcine," Brandy said, breath still short from running into a wall. "Sparky's trick. Grab the web and Rapid Spin."
Calcine didn't hesitate, grabbing the electrified webs into a bunch and wrapping it around her arm. Crackling power ran over Calcine's skin as she gave the webbing a firm tug. It didn't wrap around her; instead, she span in place like a hammer thrower, her feet dug into the ground as she tried to whirl everything attached around.
The Fletchling had got Harper free with her Embers, which also freed Cassidy as she clung tightly to her Swanna's back. But the Braivary and the Corvisquire weren't so lucky and tried to use their wings to ride out Calcine's wild ride as she used them like kites and threw them about the sky. A few of the on-looking crowd clapped, making Brandy falter for a second. This was her first battle with an audience, and she'd barely paid them any mind till now.
It wasn't just the crowd watching. Brandy was hoping Morgan hadn't run off entirely. Banking on it, even because if Morgan had fled, there was no way Brandy would ever cool Cassidy off.
"Sparky, Infestation up the webs!" Brandy said as she tried to keep everything above her in sight. Cassidy may not have made it hard to follow the action, but Brandy's plan to split them came with some downsides. Harper had grabbed the Fletchling and was using her speed to chase down her whirling teammates, flames blowing off the Fletchling's wings and crackling in the air. It wasn't nearly as strong as Calcine's Incinerate and seemed more for peppering a wide area with flames. A thick cord of webbing was proving a challenging target for her, no matter how much she scrunched her face in concentration.
Sparky was happy to make it a lot worse, clambering up Brandy and reaching over her shoulder to stretch her hand towards Calcine. A wave of fuzzy yellow biting bugs spilled out of her fur and coated the flailing webs. A few fell off, but the rest raced up the crackling rope and merrily dove on the already no doubt quite dizzy pair who were being whirled around.
Brandy couldn't hear what Cassidy was yelling, but the snap of her arm toward them was clear enough. The web rope in Calcine's arm went slack as the Corvisquire and Basilah dipped their wings and dropped down towards them. They were twitching madly, Sparky's Infestation making their descent erratic as their limbs jerked about, but they were still coming in fast, the Braivary's fingers shining as long white claws made of light stretched out of her fingers.
"Impact coming!" Brandy said as she put Sparky to the ground, "Calcine, meet them with flame. Sparky, lead me!"
Sparky's Agility meant she could definitely dodge this, but Brandy wasn't nearly as quick on her feet. She let herself go light and tried to follow Sparky's quick steps as she danced about, picking out where the two erratic fliers were coming in for a landing. The Corvisquire tried to spin into a drilling slam, bands of wind spiraling around her to a point in front of her descent, but the biting mites all over her had her completely fluff the landing as Sparky pushed Brandy back firmly with her shoulders. The Corvisquire landed short, her drill Move cracking into the bridge's rock and spraying them all with stone chips before Calcine blasted her with a jet of flame that put her down hard.
Basilah came after her, the huge bird lady was easily a head and shoulders taller than even Brandy, and she used all that weight to slam into Calcine and rip her feet from her anchor in the bridge. The impact was hard enough Brandy actually felt her bones shake, but far from being hurt, Calcine moaned so sweetly it made her remember that wonderful bath they'd shared. It must be a Dark Move. Hone Claws would make sense; Nicola had done almost exactly the same thing.
If Basilah thought she would win round two, she'd really misunderstood her opponent. She ran Calcine right up to the wall and pressed her up it, claws digging into her side. Usually, making a Pokémon insensibly horny was a good move, but Calcine was special. Brandy could actually see the flames curling behind her lips as she spoke.
"Oh, I'm going to love breaking you again," Calcine growled. Her voice was a susurration of flames that made Brandy's skin itch. Goodness. That's a side of Calcine she'd really kept buried.
"Not this time, hot stuff. But I love the attitude," Basilah laughed, squeezing her hands harder against Calcine's flesh. Calcine didn't seem any more affected than she already was at first, but as Basilah's claws glowed a brilliant white, that boiling energy sank into Calcine's skin. There was a loud snap that made Brandy's blood run cold. Cracks ran out of Calcine's skin where Basilah was squeezing.
"Crush Claw!" Sparky yelled, calling out the move as Calcine tried to pry herself free, her flailing weakening. "Get the fuck off my friend!"
Sparky sprayed out another wave of biting mites, but the burning Corvisquire dove in the way of her shot. Her black feather cloak had lit aflame, and she was using it to shield herself from Sparky's Infestation, crisping the mites with it as they landed. "We'll have our Morgan back," she coughed as the smoke curled up from her wings, "Focus on me, little bug. Face me and show your worth."
"Sparky web shot Basilah. Ignore her." Brandy called, but Sparky wasn't listening. Her blue eyes locked tight on the Corvisquire's as she rolled an arm.
"I'm a big deal. You're going down."
"Sparky!" Brandy called again, squeezing the Joltik's side, but it was useless. The Corvisquire was her whole world now. Some kind of trick had her locked into a duel. "Fuck, Calcine Rock Polish Basilah!"
No use there either. Calcine was squirming under Basilah's grip as the mix of Claw moves crushed her defenses, turning all that pain into thought-robbing pleasure. Brandy had never felt so useless. Without a Pokémon to listen to her, she could only try to distract them. The Corvisquire only had eyes for Sparky, and if she got anywhere near Basilah's claws, she'd be a moaning mess too.
She had to protect her own, but she only had moments before the rest of Cassidy's team would capitalize on this. There was nothing left for it but hope.
"Basilah. Feint attack."
Basilah snorted. "I don't have that Move, and the only thing I want to listen to is this Rolycoly cumming her brains out." She turned and smiled at Brandy, her fan of white feathers around her head fluttering in the heat of Calcine's excited breaths. "I'll teach you what I can do next,"
Basilah blinked as a black feather drifted down and slapped right into her face. Smaller than the Corviknights, she didn't have time to guess where it came from before a hand grabbed the white feathery mane and pulled hard, dragging the Braivary down to eye level.
"She wasn't talking to you," Morgan said with an evil smile before slamming the shocked-looking Braivary's face down onto her knee. The colossal bird bounced right off it, freeing Calcine from her grip as she collapsed into a spluttering heap.
"You look a mess," Morgan tipped her hat at Calcine. "Have a lie-down, and let me win all this for you. You look better on your back."
Morgan disappeared again in a flurry of black feathers before Calcine could reply.
"I'm going to fuck that attitude right out of her one day," Calcine growled as she got up, smoke pouring out of her mouth. She coated Basilah in rock with a foot stomp to the enormous bird's feathers and then turned her baleful glare on the Corvisquire. "I'll get Sparky. She's been Taunted."
"No," Brandy said, "She'll win the duel. Can you pin down the Swanna?"
"Easy." Calcine laughed. Flames glowed in the cracks in her skin, but she didn't seem to pay it any mind. Pokémon could take a ridiculous amount of damage before they were actually wounded, and even the most frenzied stopped when things got that serious. Didn't make the damage any less worrying to Brandy. If she needed a reminder Calcine wasn't invincible; this was a painful one to see.
"I want to get the Fletchling alone. Keep Cassidy and Harper occupied for just a little while. Asking a lot, but do that for me, and we got this."
Calcine cracked her knuckles and looked at the Swanna soaring in. "Fuck a trainer and her best Pokémon for you? Yeah, I can do that."
Not entirely what Brandy had asked, but it'd do the trick. A fired-up Calcine was kind of terrifying.
Chapter 108: Blow Me (Like the Wind)
Summary:
The fight continues, outnumbered Brandy does her best to not get overwhelmed.
Chapter Text
Take a breath when needed. Reassess what you want. Confirm everyone is okay.
A tip that worked as well for sex as it did for battling. Brandy had a moment to breathe, so she took stock of her situation.
Calcine had Morgan's help to take down Basilah the Braivary and had Rock Polished the giant bird lady into the bridge flagstones. It should take her out of the fight unless she were ridiculously strong, which she might be. Calcine was waiting eagerly for her shot to fight Harper and Cassidy, bouncing on her heels as the cracks in her skin glowed a brilliant orange. She wasn't just fired up. She was a roaring kiln. Brandy was excited to see her unleashed.
Morgan had disappeared again, and without a proper Bond with Morgan, Brandy knew she'd be foolish to rely on Morgan entirely. She desired to prove herself, and she was a Dark Type. If her instincts took over or she felt it was a bad call, she'd happily ignore Brandy. Brandy had to be sure to pick a moment for a dramatic entrance. Then she'd have good odds Morgan would take it.
The Corvisquire had locked Sparky in a duel with her Taunt move, and Sparky wasn't listening to Brandy. Not even a big squeeze to her side had gotten her to look Brandy's way. There had to be a way to break the Taunt. Every Taunt had a condition that would let a Pokémon escape it, but the issue was it wasn't always the same. It depended on both Personality and Type what it'd be. She'd have to watch it and see if she could spot the condition and a way to snap Sparky out of it. Or just help her kick the Corvisquire's butt.
So the odds were more even with Basilah down, but things weren't all rosy. All her Pokémon were in a state where they weren't quite listening to her. Even Calcine had a fire building in her that, once unleashed, would be difficult to direct.
Harper and the Fletchling soared over the edge of the bowl Calcine had made to protect them from all their ranged attacks. Harper's white thigh-high boots clicked on the flagstones as she landed, Cassidy's arms slung over her shoulder as she rode her back. Fuck, it wasn't fair how gorgeous she was. Her tall, imperious looks and effortless grace really did something for Brandy. She would have happily had Harper pin her down to the ground if there wasn't so much riding on this.
Calcine didn't waste a moment and barreled forward, a fist raised back as the flagstone of the bridge cracked underneath her feet. Harper threw out her hand and doused Calcine with a jet of bubbles, the watery froth hissing into steam as it seeped into the cracks in Calcine's skin and hit the boiling core inside. Calcine tried to step through it, her arms crossed in front of her to ward the jet off as she walked forward step by ponderous step.
"Reassemble team," Cassidy called, straightening her hat's brim in a curiously familiar way. "Harper cage the Rolycoly. Fletchling help Basilah out."
The Fletchling with the scruffy red hair gave Cassidy a goofy salute. Then, she darted right past Brandy so quickly that it almost seemed she'd teleported. She gave Brandy a cheeky salute as she picked at the stone surrounding Basilah. It did her little good. Basilah was stuck fast. Fletchling could wait. The caging sounded like a bigger problem.
"Calcine, Incinerate! Steam her." Brandy said as the bubbles around Calcine congealed together. Calcine's hands got stuck in them as she held them out, the bubbles forming a glossy sheen in front of her that pulled her arms up, her feet beginning to drift forward off the floor. Bubble Beam seemed a ridiculous Move, but if Calcine ended up in a rocky bubble, it wouldn't be funny at all. "Breath, Calcine!"
Calcine clearing her throat sounded like the chugging of a truck engine. Black smoke spilled out of her mouth and stained the glossy bubble before she spat a jet of fire so hot it hurt to look at directly. It scoured straight through the forming bubble, popping it and dragging a burning hot line across the stone. A few flagstones split under the heat, and the rock glowed red where her breath had touched.
"You massage me with that?" Brandy squeaked, shielding her face from the hot backdraft of air.
"I hold back for you," Calcine grinned and looked up at Harper. "But I'm going to make tall and handsome here sweat. Then I'll make her sing."
"Harper, Fletch twin tail! Quick!" Cassidy said as she locked eyes with Brandy. "Where's Morgan?"
Team attacks were Cassidy's thing, and the wind attacks would work again inside the bowl. Furious gusts of wind blasted Calcine as Harper fanned her wings. The Fletchling was nearly blown over by the blast before she jumped into action and wiggled both her black tail feathers and her entire butt Calcine's way. Calcine set her feet down, letting the rock cover them to hold her in place, but they'd pinned her again. The double-sided attack left her hissing in frustration as she tried to wait it out again, the winds curling around Calcine to caress her. A little of the backdraft flowed Brandy's way and kissed over her skin, reminding her of Morgan's own rather intense wind trick she'd used to corkscrew fuck Brandy's brain right out of her head.
Morgan? Right! Cassidy was after her.
"You want to see Morgan? Astonish!" Brandy called as she flicked a glance at Sparky. She was dodging the Corvisquire just fine. Half the black-feathered bird woman's body was tagged with her sparking webs, but the Corvisquire was powering through it, throwing out slashes with her free wing that sped up a little more every time. Some kind of self-buffing attack. Not good. If the duel dragged on too long, she might get unstoppable. Sparky needed to get in there with her lightning and put the Corvisquire down harder.
"Sparky, Th-" Brandy's words were choked out of her throat as the breath was stolen right from her mouth. Harper waggled the tip of one of her brilliant white wings at her as if trying to tell her off. Morgan was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't even tried to jump in on this. Was she scared to face Cassidy?
Her words had been stolen, but thankfully Brandy could still breathe through her nose. Right, she didn't need to use her words.
Giving Cassidy a glare, Brandy dived into the duel between Sparky and the Corvisquire. The Corvisquire's black wings were a speedy blur by now, and Sparky was barely dodging it, even using her webs to pull herself out of the way she was barely scraping by. Brandy grabbed one of the webs and tugged, ignoring the sharp shock that numbed her arm as she reeled Sparky into herself. Her blue eyes went wide with surprise as her body bumped into Brandy. As she'd just run into an invisible wall. She didn't even seem to recognize her.
But she felt Brandy's touch, and that's all she needed. She didn't have time to be gentle, and she needed her intention to be perfectly clear. Brandy ran a tongue through Sparky fur and got a bite on her choker, tugging at it with her teeth and making Sparky's head bobble as she nuzzled at Brandy's hair. The Corvisquire rounded on them. Wings raised as Brandy slid her hand down Sparky's body, racing over her stomach and into her pants. Her hand curled around Sparky's cock and clenched tight and tighter still. Sparky tensed as Brandy built up her strength and gave Sparky a stoke so firm that the Joltik's feet scraped along the ground.
The tension had her fur crackling with power. The release of the stroke had all that electricity come flooding out. Brandy held on tight to Sparky as a Thunder Wave exploded out over the Corvisquire, relying on the rubber soles of her boots and a close physical connection to Sparky to ride her through the worst of it. Her skin still tingled like every nerve was fresh and open to the air, ready to be teased and pressed, but she endured it. Everyone else wasn't so lucky.
The Corvisquire got it worst, a point-blank hit that blew her off her feet and dropped her into a twitching heap. In the bowl, there was no escaping it for everyone else. Cassidy clutched her arms around herself and moaned as she squeezed her legs together and leaned forward, gasping. Harper and the Fletchling's Tailwind were stopped fast as electricity jumped into their feathers. They shook their feathers madly to try to calm the tingling feelings racing over them.
Calcine just pounced on Harper and flipped her over, a hand on the back of Harper's neck as she leaned down to growl. "Beautiful thing like you deserves to be fucked. Beg for your Trainer, and I might let her join in." Harper tried to swipe her wing back, but Calcine caught it and raced steaming fingers over the edge of it, making Harper drop her head to the ground and murmur happily. Calcine's cock was rubbing along Harper's back, and the way she slid her hips left no illusion of the destination. Harper's ass was Calcine's, and she would use it for all its worth.
Hot, but Brandy didn't have time to watch. "Sparky, you mind occupying Cassidy?" Brandy said as she stroked Sparky's cock gently. It was unreally stiff, and Sparky was trying to jump back into her grip, absolutely bouncing with need. "Make her want to get a Scyther as soon as possible."
With a pat on the ass, Brandy sent Sparky Cassidy's way. Cassidy was still panting with her hands between her legs, trying to keep her head straight from the Thunder Wave boosted sensitivity. She didn't stand a chance against the horny Joltik who jumped her and rode her to the ground. Sparky stole Cassidy's hat, putting it on before snapping her belt off with a firm tug.
"Morgan?" Cassidy said, voice wavering. Sparky ran a finger over her lips and turned her eyes to look at her.
"Later. You want me to take care of you now," Sparky said hungrily, static balling in the back of her throat. "Can find her after."
Cassidy bit her lip thoughtfully, but all it took was a gentle hip thrust from Sparky, and even that little bit of friction was enough to make her moan loud enough to make the Fletchling jump. The loud, exultant scream from Harper as Calcine pinned her down and fucked her ass hard enough to ruffle feathers made her jump even higher. Harper's claws on the stone as she tried to hold herself together against a heated cock lanced straight into her core, and she didn't look like she was winning that fight.
Perfect. Distraction achieved.
"You," Brandy said as she tried to shake the shocks out of her system. The Fletchling looked around nervously as she fluttered her feathers. "You're new, right?"
"Yes?" the Fletchling shrunk under Brandy's gaze. "And innocent?"
"Oh, absolutely," Brandy pushed her back atop Basilah's entombed body, the white fan-haired bird woman groaning. She'd only got a taste of the shock, but constrained like she was it was probably a lot to deal with. "I need Cassidy to listen to me. You can help?"
"Uh..." Fletchling's eyes darted between Basilah and Cassidy. "I'm new? Not exactly the biggest girl in the Flock."
"You're with us," Basilah growled. "Don't say that. You're as big as any of us."
The Fletchling didn't look too sure, and Brandy pounced on it, grabbing her cheeks with both hands. "Basilah says you're equal to her. You feel that?"
The Fletchling looked absolutely crestfallen. She couldn't answer honestly because it'd be admitting weakness, but she didn't need to. Her look of despair said it all. Brandy had guessed right from how she didn't fit the Team Attacks quite as well as the others. She was the new girl, and so she felt left out. Being part of the Flock might deaden problems, but it didn't make them disappear.
Fletchling was scrawny, smaller than Brandy in every way, even the chest. She looked like the runt of the litter, and she felt it too. But she was cute in a scrappy kind of way, and her hair being such a close match for Brandy's own made Brandy want to protect her feelings.
"You're going to be huge someday," Brandy said, leaning in for a kiss. The poor Fletchling didn't stand a chance, totally caught in the headlights. "Want to prove it?"
"Y-yeah?" she said, looking at Basilah. "That good?"
"Hey, I want to fuck her too. You do it for me." Basilah smiled. "I'll give tips."
Fucking a Pokémon atop her captured teammate was maybe a little showboaty, but Brandy needed to expose the cracks in the Flock before she could help heal them. She would have to help Fletchling do a really good job here and try to open her heart.
If she could just get Cassidy to admit a mistake that might be a lure Morgan couldn't resist jumping in on, and if she couldn't, well, she'd just have to improvise even more.
Chapter 109: Stay Flexible
Summary:
The Battle on the Bridge comes to a head.
Chapter Text
The hair was a little distracting. Brandy felt like she was about to try fuck a feathery version of herself.
"Stop staring at each other, you nerds," Basilah laughed. It was also strange to use another Pokémon as the bed for this, even if she was technically under a layer of rock.
"I just love how pretty she is!" the Fletchling said, preening her feathers. "She's got gorgeous hair."
It seems it wasn't so distracting for her partner. Maybe the Fletchling was a little vain or just really loved redheads. She brushed her fingertips over Basilah's head and sighed, seemingly drawing confidence from her giant teammate. Morgan had said the Flock shared emotions. Tapping a bit of a Braivary's bravery seemed like a smart move here.
"Hands on her hips," Basilah said. The Fletchling reached out to grab Brandy's hips and pulled her closer. Brandy dropped into her lap, making her squawk at the Trainer's weight. She had well over half of foot of height and a lot more muscle than the scrawny Fletchling, and her tail feathers waved up and down madly in excitement.
Brandy was used to her Pokémon being rather forward with their needs. It was a strange experience to meet one who seemed unsure of herself, even if her chest was all puffed up with shared confidence from her larger teammate. She was used to letting the Pokémon take the lead and guiding them, but the Fletchling was pawing at her sides like she couldn't believe her luck and had absolutely no idea where to go next.
"You have a name?" Brandy said as she stroked her hands over the Fletchling's feathers. They had a messy ruffle to them, but they were just as soft as they looked and felt terrific against Brandy's skin. Behind them, Cassidy let out an ecstatic wail as there was a snap of electricity. Sparky had finally gotten started on her opponent. Brandy had to get this moving before Cassidy gathered her thoughts and gave orders.
"No name yet." the Fletchling said, ducking her head forward to kiss Brandy's chest. She used her teeth and tongue to open some of Brandy's shirt buttons, which was a rather impressive feat of dexterity with how easily she pulled it off. Acrobatics was for more than dodging webs, it seemed. "I haven't done anything impressive, and I don't want to brag for no reason, you know?"
"You've done great," Basilah says, "Your fire is a huge help. Don't sell yourself short."
"I am short! Everyone else is giant." the Fletchling giggled as she stuffed her face into Brandy's chest. It was done with a dopey glee like this was the first time she'd ever got the chance to do it.
"You share everything, Basilah?" Brandy said as she scratched the feathers around the Fletchling's neck, letting them enjoy some time with her face stuffed between Brandy's chest. The scritches made her squirm underneath Brandy and give a little keening note. It was possibly the cutest motorboating a woman had ever endured.
"Oh yeah, you get me out of these rocks, and I'd put you in my lap and let Fletchling jump on top."
She wasn't being excluded. So her feeling of being left out had to come from somewhere else.
"You're all a lot taller than her. Is she always on top?"
"We don't want to crush her," Basilah said. "She gets to feel it all through us, though, so it's fine."
That didn't feel right, mainly because Calcine had Harper pinned beneath her, her wings splayed out, and her voice crooning sweetly as Calcine absolutely hammered her ass. Her eyes were so distant she might as well have been on another planet. If she felt that and they all shared, how were they not all mumbling messes? The sharing of feelings couldn't be as explicitly mirrored as something like Destiny Bond. Instead, they must have been all sharing the regular Bonds Pokémon formed, which let her feel the highest moments of Calcine and Sparky. That comforting presence in the back of her head, maybe with time and experience, she would feel her partners even stronger.
But the Fletchling was new. Was it as simple as that?
She needed to test their bond and the flow between it, and with Basilah right there, it seemed obvious how. She grabbed the Fletchling's collar and pulled her out of her chest. The Fletchling got a few fiery kisses on her chest before giving Brandy some big sad eyes at being kept from her soft treats. "You're going to listen to Basilah. Do everything she says. Understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the Fletchling said, biting her bottom lip. "I'm Basilah's bitch."
Basilah snorted and shook her hair in her stone prison. "You're a rascal is what you are, get her clothes off."
The Fletchling went to grab clothes, but Basilah clucked her tongue. "No hands. Use your Moves. Show her what you got to offer."
The Fletchling nodded and licked her finger, looking over Brandy like she was a meal so big the Fletchling didn't even know where to start. She chose the legs, stroking a warm finger along Brandy's fire, little popping puffs of flame popping behind it as she traced her finger along Brandy's skin.
"Is this good?" She asked nervously. It was a super-heated trail of intensity, making Brandy sweat but in a good way. Brandy grabbed her hand and helped her to keep going.
"See? She likes it." Basilah says, "Confidence, you're one of us. Fearless, just enjoy yourself."
The pep-talk eased the Fletchling into it. It was sweet of Basilah to do. For all the Flock had come on strong, they cared for each other. The tightness of her grip, the firmness of her kisses, the sheer enthusiasm with which the Fletchling had been buoyed by Basilah's words, it was infectious. Brandy needed to point out the flaws of the Flock for Morgan, but she didn't want the Fletchling to lose her mentors because of it. She had a chance to put things right, and she was darn well going to take it.
"Get your tongue in there. A tall one like that needs attention before you fuck her," Basilah said.
"You love attention." the Fletchling teased, pressing Brandy's stomach back with her hand and then near bending herself double to stick her face in Brandy's crotch. The flexibility was impressive, really, really impressive.
"Good, isn't it?" Basilah grinned as she saw the shock on Brandy's face. "She's small, but she can tie herself in knots. It's like she doesn't even have bones. Harper and I love using her as a toy. She bends however we want, and we can get her so deep in Cassidy that she melts."
Why did Brandy find the idea of that hot? A Pokémon contorting herself to the whims of the others, she was used to them being forceful, but the Fletchling seemed to love being told what to do.
She was an absolute minx with her tongue too. Her spine was so curved it was like it was made of rubber as she found the perfect angle to lash her tongue deep into Brandy's insides and then swirl until Brandy was vibrating with the built-up tension of an oncoming orgasm. It glided so swiftly over her folds, every touch of it flickering spots of heat that made her wetter and wetter. So fucking good.
"Can't wait until she evolves, all that talent but bigger?" Basilah laughed. "She's going to be perfect for us."
Which meant she wasn't now. That was it. It wasn't that the Fletchling didn't fit with the Flock. She just didn't fit perfectly.
"Hey, come with me," Brandy said, hooking her hands around the Fletchling's legs and picking her up. She giggled madly and kept eating Brandy out as she was folded up backward. It didn't seem even possible. There was flexibility, and then there was a body that defied physics. Brandy's mind was steaming at the thought of what she could do to this girl.
"Nice. Very strong." Basilah nodded approvingly at Brandy's lift.
"No, she's really heavy." Brandy gasped, "But I need her anyway."
Calcine was utterly out of it. Harper was writhing underneath her, feathers drifting around her in some crooning dance as she had her legs over Calcine's shoulders. It was hard to tell if Calcine was fucking her or if Harper had Calcine bewitched to do it, but as long as they were both enjoying themselves, Brandy was happy to let them get on with it.
Cassidy was out of it too, face crushed into the floor as Sparky had propped her on her knees and was just drilling her with energetic enthusiasm. Cassidy's pleasured burbling and rosy cheeks were entirely at odds with Sparky's big, perky smile. Every pump of Sparky's hips came with a bubbling moan from Cassidy and a writhing of her head against the flagstones. Brandy was a little jealous, she knew Sparky could do wonders in bed, and she'd not spared Cassidy an inch.
Brandy sat beside the frazzled Trainer, savoring the feeling of the Fletchling's relentless pussy eating. She hadn't skipped a beat, taking Basilah's order to heart and throwing her all into it. Brandy was lucky she hadn't started fucking right away. A Pokémon that flexible hammering away at her would have left her unable to walk.
"Sparky," Brandy called, "Can you ease up?"
"Yeah!" Sparky said as she kept thrusting away just as hard. Two sparking fingers dipped to part Cassidy's folds, adding to the mind-melting pleasure that had her drooling all over the bridge's flagstones.
"Sparky," Brandy said, short of breath as her body tensed from the Fletchling's inexhaustible tongue. It was just so quick! Was she using the wind to speed it up? Because the swirling speed of it was stealing Brandy's breath as she drew fiery spirals on Brandy's wet walls. "Sparky. I meant for you to do it, and I wasn't just asking for fun."
"I know," Sparky grinned and reached down to grab Cassidy's hair, pulling her head up. She had a glazed expression, eyes unfocused and panting as her body shook from its latest orgasm. Sparky stole a long, hungry kiss suckling on Cassidy's tongue until some life returned to her eyes.
"Hey, cutie," Sparky said with a slap to Cassidy's ass. "My Trainer wants to talk. You be nice to her."
Cassidy rolled her head to look at Brandy, blinking to wipe the tears out of her eyes. She'd been enjoying it so much she'd cried a little. Sparky really had done her over hard.
"Cassidy," Brandy said, stroking the feathers on the Fletchling's back, making her spine rub against her hand like a cat. "We need to talk."
"And fuck?" Cassidy said, pressing her hips back against Sparky. "She's so good."
"Yeah, we can do that too," Brandy said, "Though maybe take it easy? You do need to listen."
Sparky's dick had the power to help everyone talk their feeling out. Wonders never ceased.
Chapter 110: Feels Like Rain
Summary:
Morgan has that difficult conversation.
Chapter Text
Brandy had never met eyes with a girl while getting fucked before. Well, sort of. Sure Shay had been nearby, but they hadn't stared into each other's souls during their fight, and she'd looked at Maple plenty while eating her out, but that didn't count for obvious reasons. She could have stared at Maple all night.
Seeing the fire Sparky had put behind Cassidy's was a weirdly intimate look, with a huge emphasis on weird.
"You're blushing," Cassidy said with a long, happy sigh and twisted her head to look over her team. She kicked her legs to grip Sparky's waist better as she squirmed about for a look, a happy little trill in her throat with every adjusting push. "What the feathers are Harper and Calcine doing?"
Brandy ruffled the Fletchling's hair as she twisted to look at herself, the bird woman was really giving it her all, eating her out, and Brandy wanted her to know she appreciated the effort. Calcine and Harper were kissing. No, that was too soft a thing for what they were doing. They were devouring each other's tounges in a messy, sprawling kiss that had them tearing at feathers and leaving scratches in stone skin. They were already undressed, but they'd both gotten so worked up that it looked like they'd forgotten that and tried to strip each other a second time.
It was incredible to watch. Harper's hands were wetted and shined up Calcine's skin as they grasped over her. The cracks and claw marks in Calcine's skin were glowing hot from the fire deep inside her as she tried to pin down Harper by her wrists and kiss the shit out of her at the same time. They both seemed to be having the time of their lives tussling it out.
"I didn't tell her to do that, but I wish I had," Brandy said, chewing her bottom lip. "Wow."
"Well, my team is a shambles," Cassidy sighed as Sparky slowly fucked her into the ground, short steady strokes that had her shoulders scratching along the stones. She was closing her eyes and stroking her stomach on and off, clearly not used to a lady of Sparky's size and eagerness, which actually made Brandy proud. Her team was doing such a good job. Even a Trainer like Cassidy had to collect herself to think around them.
"We might have lost without Morgan's help," Brandy said, toes curling as the Fletchling finally seemed to have her pussy mapped out and began to really got at her. It was useless trying to grip anything to slow her down. All it did was encourage her to bend around it and plunge her face more firmly into Brandy's lap. "Fuck, still might. She's really good."
Bringing up Morgan got Cassidy's focus, and she reached out to grab Brandy's arm and pull her closer. The Fletchling snaked out of Brandy's lap and kissed up her stomach as she slid down onto the stones, head landing beside Cassidy's. So close she could feel Cassidy's panting breaths warm her face, slow and steady. A breathing technique she must have picked up for dizzying situations like this.
"I love my partners." Cassidy said, trying to put on a stern face despite the pounding she was getting, "All of them, they're all too good for me."
Brandy rolled her head to bump Cassidy's forehead with a dull 'clonk,' making the Trainer yelp at the sudden impact. Sparky laughed madly and waved the stolen Cowboy hat as she rode the squirming Cassidy.
"They adore you, none of that!" Brandy said, "None of that sad talk. You're worthy of them."
"Fucking ow, touched a nerve?" Cassidy mumbled as she rubbed her head.
Maybe she had. Brandy could see the love the Flock had for each other. Saying you weren't worth it cheapened it somehow.
The Fletchling had kissed up to Brandy's chest, eager to dive back in while she fucked Brandy, but she didn't object to a quick hair tug and a turn Cassidy's way.
"Tell her how you feel, Fletchling," Brandy said, "Don't hold back, and I'll let you do whatever you want."
"I'm not that easily bought!" the Fletchling huffed, shaking her wings. "You're good to us, Cassidy. You love us to bits."
"I'm fucking up somehow." Cassidy sighed, and one of her legs kicked up to hook Sparky's head. The Bug happily sank a bite into the offered thigh as she took the weight of Cassidy's lower body and kept pounding her on her side. Sparky's shoulders would hate her later, but Brandy couldn't blame her enthusiasm. She'd been the star of the show today, and she deserved to enjoy herself. "You're going to say that. I know, I mean... I know."
"No!" the Fletchling stretched a wing to brush out over Cassidy's stomach. "We're all in this together. So we're all fucking up. I should have been braver. Borrowed some of that from you all to speak up. And you should all have noticed! I want to be good for you, I really do."
"You are." Cassidy took the Fletchling's wings and sank her fingers into them. Brandy supported her, letting the Fletchling use her as a post to lean on as Cassidy stroked her feathers. "The team is a lot better with you in it."
"I can't..." the Fletchling huffed. "There's a big hole, and I can't fill it. But I want to, so you have to help me. Train me better. Let me into the team."
"You can fill this hole easy," Sparky moaned, "Fuck she's tight."
"Sparky!" Brandy yelled, reaching out to slap her side. Sparky was out of reach and just cackled, and the Fletchling couldn't help snorting a laugh.
"You know what I mean. You've been terrible lately, Cassidy. I want to do better for you, but I can't replace her. I really can't. I need to be my own thing, and I need your help to do it."
It was almost the opposite of Morgan's problem. She'd wanted out to be her own thing, while the Fletchling desperately wanted in. Brandy felt awkward getting between their moment, but the Fletchling decided that for her, rubbing herself along Brandy's front. Her dick gently bumped into Brandy as she gave a few failed attempts to line up until she curled on herself and undulated under Brandy in a way that caught her breath. She was like a snake, and she slipped in with such casual ease that it made her fumbling efforts seem entirely fake. Fletchling just took Brandy in one smooth stroke, and it took a moment for Brandy's nerves to catch up before the feeling of the parting flowed straight up her spine and hammered a way into her brain.
"I'm not a useless bird." the Fletchling said, "See what noises I can get out of her? I'm good at this. I just want to be better."
Being used as an example suited Brandy just fine. The Fletchling really was good at this. She glided through Brandy's folds, fucking her so smoothly it actually felt tender. Like blowing the tiniest breath onto a flickering flame, ready to coax it into a roaring fire. All the fire comparisons were probably helped along by just how hot she was against Brandy's body. She was sweating like crazy as the Fletchling rolled her hips. Brandy couldn't hold back a groan.
"Okay!" Cassidy laughed, "Wow, okay, the lesson taken. We'll work better as a team and get you the support you need. I don't want to miss out on that."
"No, you don't. I bet I could make Brandy sing." the Fletchling smirked as she got a hold of Brandy's chest and gave it a playful squeeze. She had a real fascination with Brandy's breasts, and Brandy had utterly lost control of the little fireball. She wanted to squeeze; they were all hers.
"Morgan," Brandy said quickly before she got too lost in the experience. "She's listening."
"I want to know why she left," Cassidy said, her head trying to dig a furrow into the stone as Sparky gave her a few crackling licks along her thigh, some of her electrified spit dripping down and acting as a highly sensitivity-boosting lubricant. "Fuck me, Sparky, you're good. Morgan's good too. She's special. I'll do anything for her."
"Think then," Brandy groaned, cupping Cassidy's chin and tipping their foreheads together. "Sorry, maybe made it hard for us to do that. But just relax. Think about what Fletchling just said. Morgan's listening."
"Watching, too," Cassidy mumbled. "I know she is. Somewhere. Morgan, come on out. I miss you."
"Think," Brandy said, kissing Cassidy on the nose. "No begging. Think."
Brandy held Cassidy as she tried to focus. She was entirely sure who started the kissing again. Maybe it was just the charge between them that'd been built up by their Partners. Sparky was doing a masterful bit of work, and the Fletchling had everything to prove. Together they pumped their Trainers so full of emotions some spilled over into kisses. But Brandy did it quietly, keeping them as just an outlet for them both as Cassidy mulled it over. The fucking wasn't building to orgasm for either of them, but it was soothing. The friction helped put everything in place, the little bursts of pleasure taking the edge off what could have been a really somber moment. She wasn't surprised when a black wing slipped under their heads to support them.
"I did just ask to talk," Morgan said, a finger pressed to Cassidy's lips to keep her quiet for the moment. "How did this all happen?"
"I think I'm getting a bit of a reputation for unusual solutions. Sorry." Brandy said, licking the taste of Cassidy's lips off her own. Salty, sweet, it wasn't unpleasant. "I think she's ready to talk, though."
Morgan's hat brim blocked out the sun, but her two red eyes made good stand-ins as she stared down at Cassidy. She had a firm gaze, unshakable, but Brandy could have sworn her eyes were a little glossier than usual.
"Hey you," Morgan said, kissing Cassidy's head. "Glad Sparky's doing well. You look pretty when you smile."
Cassidy squeezed her eyes shut, sniffing as she tried to choke her feeling back. Morgan laid a few more kisses along her cheek, replacing Brandy's warm with her own until Cassidy gave a heartfelt sob and wrapped Morgan in a hug. "You're back."
"You know that's not what this is." Morgan said, "But it is very nice to be here."
"I fucked up." Cassidy groaned. "I didn't think about what everyone felt. No, I got lost in what everyone felt and didn't give you all the time you needed."
"You always had time for us. I never felt unloved."
"But I didn't understand you all!" Cassidy wailed, "Two of you don't have names. Harper is acting feral."
She really was too. She'd got Calcine on her back and was smothering her face in Calcine's chest. Feathers drifted around them as she gave Calcine a strange, face-first lap dance. The two weren't even fighting anymore. They were doing something for sure, but Arceus only knew what.
"I thought I had control." Cassidy sniffled. "You all had your problems, and I just let them all bleed into each other, so you all stopped caring. Been so stupid."
"And I ran away rather than face them," Morgan said, tucking herself close to Cassidy, hiding her face from them all. Brandy could hear the wobble in her voice and busied herself in nuzzling the Fletchling's neck. She'd done her part, and these two needed to talk it out. "It's what I'm good at, running, hiding, and lashing out."
"I saw you take down Basilah. That was really something," Cassidy said, her voice still wobbling from Sparky's rather enthusiastic fucking. Sparky kept quiet, but she picked up the pace to hammer Cassidy so she'd roll into Morgan for support. Brandy caught that, her little bit of helpful mischief.
"I could come back," Morgan said. "I miss you. I really do."
"I want you back. We all do. Harper would be thrilled."
The two held each other, Cassidy's body tensing with Sparky's as the Joltik thrust in deep and then held on, a little static purr rumbling in her throat as she came. Cassidy's peak was quieter, muffled with some kisses as she pressed all her feeling onto Morgan.
"Going to miss you," Cassidy said. "I'm glad I got to say goodbye."
"I said I'd come back." Morgan's wings ruffled along both their faces as she tried to press in closer to the messy pile of bodies in front of her.
"Wuss," Cassidy laughed, tipping up Morgan's hat. "I'll take this if you're not honest."
"Don't steal the hat."
"May never get another chance." Cassidy grabbed it off her, and Morgan dived into a kiss to hide herself with a gasp. Brandy tried to sneak a peek of what was under there, but Cassidy held it low. Only she got to see. "Psh knew it. As if you can hide things from me."
"Well, now I'm not coming back!" Morgan huffed as she snatched her hat back and rammed it on tight, hand rubbing along the tri-points to ensure they were in place.
"You never were," Cassidy said, but she sounded giddy. "I just pushed the feelings into the others. I knew this was coming. Sorry, fuck I've been an idiot, haven't I?"
"You've both been idiots." Sparky groaned and went over on her back with a yelp as Morgan blew a gust of wind at her.
"We're all idiots together. But before I go, I'd like to enjoy the best Flying Ace the world will ever see. It's been a while." Morgan said, "Brandy. Thanks for getting us here. It's a little sad, but it's where we need to be."
"I'll give you two some time," Brandy said, "We'll help the others clean up. Dig out, Basilah. Stop whatever the heck Calcine and Harper are doing. Somehow."
They were kissing already. That was as good as a dismissal. Brandy tried to get up, and the Fletchling came with her, stuck to her like a limpet. Stuck inside her as well, the very act of moving made her legs shake.
"I'm not getting you off, am I?"
"Not until I get you off," The Fletchling grinned. "And I think I can be very good at that."
"Aw, I like her. Can we keep her too!" Sparky cackled, sprawled out on the floor.
Brandy was glad they probably couldn't. One Sparky was enough.
Chapter 111: Something to Crow About
Summary:
The Gang and Morgan bring this mess to an end.
Chapter Text
The Fletchling was stuck on Brandy fast, not that Brandy really minded. She was light, and her feathers were gloriously soft on Brandy's skin. Every little undulating shuffle of her lithe body was like a thousand light kisses. Brandy found her own heart rate spiking at every gentle thrust. The Fletchling's fingernails dug into Brandy's back as she was fucked so very gently. Fletchling's face buried in Brandy's shoulder, and Brandy's skin soaked up the tiny gasps of pleasure each thrust brought her. Brandy held her tightly, hands roaming over the smooth feathers of her drooping wing and down to her adorable rear. A little bubble butt that had enough plush for Brandy to squeeze why she held the Fletchling up and just savored the moment.
"This is cute as shit," Sparky said as she watched the pair, mopping back her hair with a proud grin. "And I hate to ruin it, but we can't block off the whole bridge forever."
"You're right," the Fletchling agreed. She pulled her wings around Brandy's head, wrapping them both in a warm embrace. She stole a long, hungry kiss before pulling back reluctantly. She didn't get off but ceased her slow pumping to at least let Brandy catch her thoughts. It was still a push for Brandy to think in straight lines while carrying a cute Pokémon who'd stuck her chin in Brandy's cleavage and had begun happily chirping to herself.
Trainer problems. If she couldn't handle this, she'd never make it.
They needed Calcine back to clear things up, which was another problem. She and Harper were ... well. Fighting wasn't the right word, and neither was fucking. Harper was clawing up Calcine's skin and delivering some bites strong enough to leave marks on Calcine's stony black skin while Calcine had her internal flame stoked so hot the light of it bled through those cracks, Harper's glossy white feathers soaked with sweat as the Swanna panted under the blazing heat.
They were wrestling to get on top of each other, but as far as Brandy could see, it wasn't even to try fuck each other. They were just enjoying the experience, the hard pulls on skin and rubbing of their bodies together. It was a side of Calcine she'd never really seen come out. She liked to be firm and press Brandy into things, but this was so much more. Harper was a few minutes from losing some feathers to Cacline's firmly grabbing hands. Yet, the panting bird woman's eyes shone with excitement.
"Calcine," Brandy said, gingerly clearing her throat to get her attention. It didn't work as she'd hoped. Harper flicked her gaze on Brandy's way and got distracted by the sight of Brandy's legs, chewing her bottom lip as she roved her eyes along Brandy's glistening thighs. Calcine leaped on the moment of distraction and pinned Harper's shoulders with a heavy thump. Harper's gorgeous white dress of feathers was noticeably mussed up as Calcine fished out Harper's cock and placed it against her own, rubbing her palm over the both as she watched Harper squirm underneath her.
"That's it," Calcine growled, "You're mine."
"Holy shit," Sparky gasped. "This is awesome."
Harper whimpered and arched her hips as her cock was teased by Calcine's grasp, thrusting herself against Calcine's hand. The Swanna was gasping and moaning, her shoulder blades digging into the stone as the wind whipped around her. Calcine was unmoved and smiling like she'd worked out Harper's weak spot. She was just enjoying the moment before she destroyed her utterly.
"Calcine," Brandy tried again, hammering every syllable, and this time it worked. Calcine's head whipped around to face Brandy, her eyes burning with hunger. It made Brandy's spine tingle to be put under a gaze that intense.
Seeing Brandy seemed to pour some water on Calcine's flame, her look softened with a few heated breaths. "We win? What do you need me?"
"Fuck me," Harper pleaded. "Please, I need it."
Calcine squeezed her cock and made Harper squawk, white feathery wings battering the ground as the sensation thundered through her.
"I was talking to Brandy," Calcine growled.
"Sorry, Calcine. Sorry. I'll be good."
Sparky looked like she was about to explode in glee at all this, so Brandy jumped in before she said something that made it all worse.
"Morgan and Cassidy are catching up." A polite way of saying fucking each other's brains out, but it wasn't like Calcine could really miss the bobbing hat or the Trainer's excited squeals. "We have to clear the bridge, and you've melted Basilah into the ground."
"Fucking melt me into the ground," Harper said, breathless. "That sounds so good."
"With rock," Brandy said, ignoring the tittering Fletchling clinging to her front. "And could you use your bubbles to clean up Harper? We've kind of made a mess."
Calcine looked down at the squirming Harper and then back to Brandy, weighing up something in her head. Then she gave Harper's dick one last pump before giving her ass a slap. "Come on. We got work to do."
"Ughhhh," Harper groaned and flopped back sulkily.
"If you're going to be a brat about it, I can punish you instead." Calcine tugged Harper up to her face by her chest feathers, staring her in the eyes. "Do as you're told, and we can return to this later."
Sweet mercy, this better not be permanent. There was no way Brandy was going to handle a Calcine this spicy.
A shutter click made everyone look at Sparky, who was using Brandy's Pokédex to take pictures of the pair. "What?" she said with a big, fanged grin. "Keep going. Let me do my art."
It didn't quite pop the mood, but it got everyone up and finally going to work. Calcine freed Basilah from her stone prison, and she rushed to pick up both Fletchling and Brandy in one big, enveloping hug.
"I'm going to teach you every trick I know," Basilah barked enthusiastically. "You'll be twisting other ladies into knots in no time!"
"Basilah," the Fletching choked. "My bones don't bend this much! Breathe, need to breathe!"
The huge Basilah should have been of great use for clearing up, but she mainly spent time cheerfully giving Fletchling some suggestions of what to do Brandy. They were at least pretty good ones, though the nipple bites were something Brandy really would have preferred to wait on until she could lie down somewhere. Her legs threatened to collapse as the Fletchling chewed on her with mischievous glee. Sparky helped support Brandy's back as her arms grew tired, which just meant she now had two mischievous women chewing on her.
There were worse fates.
Harper and Calcine were inseparable, Calcine leading Harper around with tugs to her wing or strokes of her feathers. It wasn't as heavy as before. Harper was just happy to be guided, turning her streams of bubbles on anything Calcine pointed out while Calcine melted away the stone arena they'd made and tried to return the Bridge to the shape it had started in. Despite eye fucking each other the entire time, they were effortlessly doing most of the work, so Brandy just gave in and let them at it, letting Basilah wrap them all up under her wings, so Sparky and the Fletchling could get busy gnawing her to bits. The poor Corvisquire was still cooling off, stretched out and wings beating against the stones as she mumbled happily. Brandy understood. Taking Sparky shocks full force could really put you out for it for a while. Hopefully she'd come round with her brains still intact.
All the while, Cassidy hid under Morgan's hat, their bodies mingled together as they made up for so much lost time. It was hard to believe Morgan would leave after all this with how much fun she was having, but Brandy had done enough. She'd have to take that last step on her own.
A gentle fucking as she got enough hickies to become more two-tone than Shay was a beautiful ending to an exhausting day. Brandy was left in a fuzzy happy haze, warmed by all the feathers and invigorated by Sparky's electric tongue.
When people started clapping, she really wasn't ready for it.
Brandy pushed Basilah's giant wings aside to take a peek outside and saw Calcine taking a bow for a crowd, bending Harper with a hand on her back to join her. Right! This was a busy bridge, and Calcine's walls had let her forget they'd had an audience for all of this. They'd probably only seen most of the Aerial battle, but the electric streams of Sparky's webs and her net attack must have been as impressive as the Flock's gust waves.
Thankfully people were polite enough not to bother the couples and just filed past to finally get on with their day, as Brandy hid in Basilah's wings and blushed up a storm. It got even more crowded when black feathers streamed in. Morgan threw back Basilah's wings with a sweep of her own, the sunlight shining behind made her glossy black feathers glow, and her hat had been reclaimed and fit on at a jaunty angle.
"All happy?" Sparky said, "You look like you got what you needed."
"Cassidy's going to need carrying Basilah, but yes. I feel so much better."
Morgan was getting a few curious looks from the passers-by. A Murkrow in Galar was rare, and Morgan was shameless in showing herself off, her puffy tail wagging as she shook her hips, one leg lifted and pressed down onto the pile of women huddled under Basilah's wings. Her foot found Brandy's stomach amongst all the clinging bodies, gently prying the Fletchling off.
"We need to talk about what's next," Morgan said as she rubbed Brandy's stomach. It was weirdly hot, the graceful curve of Morgan's leg and her sheer height over Brandy. Replying was difficult when her mouth was going all dry. "You did me a huge favor. Took a lot of risks. Showed a surprising understanding of who I am."
"You shouldn't rush into a new binding," Brandy said as an urge to be responsible overrode her desires. She'd love Morgan on the team, but not at the cost of becoming a second Cassidy. "Much as I'd love you to join us, it must be right for you."
"Oh, sorry." Morgan tipped her hat and leaned in, the pressure on Brandy's stomach intensifying. Her blood-red eyes filled Brandy's vision. "Did I say we need to talk? I mean, I need to tell you what's happening next. You will bind me because I am far too good for you, you're lucky to get this opportunity."
"Calcine's going to kick your ass." Sparky cackled. "You say that near her, you'll get turned into a statue."
Morgan flicked a look at Calcine and Harper, kissing each other with vigorous enthusiasm as people took photos. Basilah struggled out of the way and went to pick up Cassidy before someone stood on the happily-napping Trainer. "I can take her," Morgan said, with only the slightest hint of hesitation.
"Sure," Brandy smiled. "I can tell you two will be a nightmare together."
"She's close to Evolving, you know," Morgan said, "I can feel it. She's becoming something new."
It wouldn't be that easy. It would be great to see Calcine evolve, but Brandy knew her better than Morgan. Calcine still was a very divided personality. She was just burning bright on one side of it for now.
"Want to help me do it? She'll be even harder to beat if you do."
Morgan huffed and tipped her head up. "She might be more pleasant to look at. I suppose I could. Now stop stalling and bind me. I made my mind up."
Sparky shot out a wave of webs and wrapped Morgan into a white cocoon, the Murkrow dropping over with an outraged squawk. "Got her! Damn, you need to get a new Pokémon of your own soon, Brandy."
Brandy shook her head as she fished out the binding ball and snapped it open, pulling out the red wire. "Warned you not to rush into it."
"Get it over with so I can crush her head like a melon!"
Brandy laughed, "Yeah, you'll learn that isn't much of a threat." She looped some red wires around Morgan's hat, draping them down until she looked like she'd been decorated like a festival tree with them. "Welcome to the Team. You know you can just teleport out of those webs, you know?"
Morgan squawked all the harder as she struggled, too outraged to even use her black feather teleportation Move to free herself. Sparky cackled madly while Calcine watched from her hug with Harper, a tiny smile on the edge of her lips. It felt good to feel the bond settle in, to connect to the strangely theatrical core that was Morgan. The flighty mess who wanted to pounce, put on a show and vanish into the night.
"Oh," Sparky said, "You'll be great for the ridiculously hung Galarian Rapidash who wants to fuck Brandy into a coma. You'll have to deal with her. You got a lovely butt."
"What."
"And you have to meet Maple. Brandy's basically her bitch, so you're going to be her bitch too."
"WHAT."
"Welcome to the team Morgan." Brandy laughed and mussed her hands into Morgan's feathers. "It's never a dull moment. You'll thrive."
Chapter 112: Train in the Downtime
Summary:
On to a new adventure. Brandy gets bonding time with Morgan.
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Once you got to know Cassidy, she was a fun woman to hang around with. She had an infectious enthusiasm for her partners that put Brandy to shame. She seemed to know every little detail about them and was more than happy to share it, often to a bit of mild embarrassment from her partners. She'd learned Harper loved fashion even if she hated wearing clothes, the Corvisquire had a fascination with sex toys and wanted to start a collection, and Basilah once got them all kicked out of an all-you-can-eat restaurant for being a bit too literal. The Fletchling was in her arms and looking smug that she still had secrets for Cassidy to get at.
It probably wouldn't last long. Cassidy adored her Partners and wanted to know them inside and out. Brandy could barely keep up, though they shared a good laugh about Sparky's awful time with Scoria's spicy food.
"I'll eat it all next time," Sparky said, riding atop the back of Basilah, giddy at getting such a high perch and all the passing attention. "Just need to mix in a gallon of cream first."
There was no way Brandy would let her defile her cooking like that. She'd have to watch out for sneaky additions next time she made some soup from home.
Cassidy had decided to walk with them to the train station, and seeing a gaggle of Flying types walking somewhere was a huge novelty. Their progress was slow because of all the stopping for pictures and having to prod Calcine and Harper to keep up. The pair were glued to each other and kept sneaking off to get into frenzied bouts of kissing that had way more lip-biting than it should have.
"You two are getting along really well," Brandy said, unable to ignore it any longer.
"Jealous?" Calcine smiled as she leaned her head on Harper's feathery shoulder. She was a bit shorter than the leggy Swanna, though it was Harper who was the one whose body flexed when Calcine moved. "Oh, wait, you're not actually jealous, are you?"
"No! Curious," Brandy said, "You're like real love birds."
"If you make bird puns all the time, I'm leaving," Morgan said, "But I always got along well with Harper too. I'd love an explanation of how this happened."
Harper was all tall confidence, even when Calcine had made her melt, and she held her head high as she answered. "She handles me well, I like her warmth, and she took my claws without complaint. She's got a powerful body, a warm heart, and a strong spirit. I grew fond really quickly."
Calcine bit Harper's neck, making her moan softly. "She tastes nice."
"That better not be the reason," Harper said, "Or I'm going to sink these claws deep enough you don't like it."
"Tall, pretty, confident, and strong. You're like the Brandy of the future, and I love that." Calcine nuzzled in again, chewing away. "That's something I can sink my teeth into."
"Well, now I'm a little jealous," Brandy huffed.
Morgan leaned in, her hat shading Brandy's face from the sun as she bit into Brandy's neck, the prick of her teeth making Brandy shiver with delight. "I'll take a bite of you if Calcine won't."
You could have roasted marshmallows between the look Calcine and Morgan gave each other. Harper giggled and batted Calcine's side with her wing. "I can tell you, and Morgan will get along just fine."
Or kill each other. Brandy had always thought Sparky would be the one to annoy a new team member. That Calcine would end up in an ongoing duel with Morgan had never even crossed her mind.
"I feel bad having to take off after y'all made such good friends," Cassidy said, swinging the Fletchling as she spun on her heels. "But big cities make the Flock jittery. We'll take a bit of a tour of Galar, see if we can't find a feathered lady here who needs some friends."
"I'm sure we'll meet again," Morgan smiled, licking her bite marks off Brandy's neck. "We better. I have high hopes for you, Cassidy."
"I know, hun, but I think the girls earned a break. I've been a misery to be around. A chance to blow off some steam is good. We'll drop in sometime for sure! We don't need to take the train."
"Yeah yeah, rub in the wings!" Sparky huffed. She and the Corvisquire supported each other, both worn out from the fight. "Flying must be good."
She cackled as the Corvisquire bundled her under one arm and took off, laughing with excitement as they did a few circles around the group.
"She did that on purpose," Cassidy said.
"Yeah, that's Sparky all over, but she doesn't push it too far. Just a bit."
"She pushed me plenty." Cassidy shivered, "You're a lucky gal."
Brandy couldn't disagree with that.
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"Call me!" Harper yelled as she held Calcine's hands through the train window. "I'll fuck your brains out anytime."
"You wish," Calcine squeezed Harper's hands as the train whistle sounded, the soft chug of an engine coming to life. "I'm going to pin you down and hammer my name out of your lips."
Sparky was snorting to herself in her seat beside Brandy, mouth covered as she held her tongue, Morgan and Brandy staring daggers at her. Eventually, Cacline had to let go; her hand pressed to the glass as they left Harper, Cassidy, and the rest of the Flock on the railway side. Morgan blew Cassidy one last kiss and then tugged Calcine back into her seat.
"Calcine's got a crush," Sparky sang. "Going to get coaldust in some white feathers."
"You wreck this train car, and you're walking to Motostoke," Brandy jumped in quickly before anyone started kicking each other.
"That's not much of a threat to me," Morgan said, "I can go faster than this train."
"Not if I sit on you," Calcine purred. Then winced as Morgan poked one of the cracks in her skin. "Ow, why?"
Morgan flicked Calcine's skin with a loud 'ting' of nail on rock. "As fun as it was watching you break yourself on my old gorgeous white feathered flame, you are all broken up."
Calcine had taken a lot of big hits in the last battle, and the glow of her inside heat was visible with every breath she took. She didn't act like it hurt, so Brandy hadn't worried about it, but it hadn't healed up either. Morgan wasn't wrong, but she also raised something Brandy had been dreading.
"I've never actually balled anyone," Brandy said, rubbing her arm awkwardly. "We've just all hung out so far."
"Really? Goodness, it's like seeing a fresh-faced Cassidy all over again." Morgan teased, "It's fine, restful even. We heal up and get time to mull things over. Often a nice way to let emotions cool and have your Moves develop."
Brandy knew that, or at least she'd learned it. While no one ever evolved in a ball, resting inside them often led to moves upgrading or even new ones appearing. It was one of the many perks of being bonded, the rapid development of strength far beyond any wild Pokémon. But the idea of being parted from anyone here made her heart ache. Even the recently added Morgan, she was bonded now and didn't want to miss a moment with them.
"It's fine," Calcine said, "She's right. I am a mess. How about just for the train journey? Will let Morgan and Sparky get to know each other some. I can catch up when we get to Motostoke."
"I want a new Move too!" Sparky said, "Calcine can't get one if I don't. She's probably going to Evolve first. I'll feel like a chump."
Morgan just shrugged. "I'd like to get to know Brandy a bit better. I was just going to steal her away sometime anyway."
"Honestly, I didn't know that was an option," Sparky huffed, "I need to remember that. Brandy, I will web you up and savage you some time."
Brandy gave Sparky a thumbs up. That sounded perfect to her. Morgan's plain binding ball was on her belt next to the two colorfully decorated ones for her Partners. She'd have to get Morgan's done up in Motostoke. The cheerful bug ball she put on the table, then the black ball with the red flame on it. Looking at them both like a meal, she didn't want to eat.
"We need the rest," Calcine said, leaning over the table to squeeze Brandy's arm. "And we can pop out if we get sick of it."
"I'm going to miss you both!" Brandy said, blushing at how silly she knew she sounded. It was a few hours trip, if that.
"Morgan, kiss her until she agrees," Sparky said, "She doesn't listen to reason. She listens to Pokémon tongue."
That wasn't true at all, but Brandy wouldn't fight some tongue-twirling kisses with Morgan. Morgan lifted her hat brim and rested it on Brandy's head so they were both under it. The dark fabric felt good, a little weight on her head as Morgan pressed close to her side. Morgan's body was warm, and her feathers so deliciously soft it was hard to feel bad when enveloped in them.
It started as just a gentle kiss on the lips, one of Morgan's hands holding the back of her head, the other on her shoulder. Her kisses got hungrier as the seconds ticked by, playful nips tugging at Brandy's lips until she opened them to invite Morgan in. It was wonderful. Morgan's tongue strong and thick as it slid into her mouth and wrestled with her own. She wrapped her arms around Morgan's waist and pulled her close, drinking in every moment. All her worries were blown away on a wave of pure affection, hot and new.
Brandy could have stayed locked there with Morgan the whole journey and would have. But Calcine and Sparky threw their balls at her, bouncing them off her arms.
"You little shits!" Brandy choked as she pulled off Morgan's tongue. "Don't you ball me!"
"She's too horny for this trip. Get her Calcine!" Sparky said as she threw it again, laughing as it bounced off Brandy's breast. Calcine threw the next one, and Brandy caught it with a quick flick of her wrist. Calcine blinked in surprise as Sparky tossed hers again quickly, Brandy plucking it out of the air with ease and giving them both a smirk.
Calcine and Sparky were looking at her with genuine shock. "That was really quick." Calcine said, "How did..." and flicked her eyes to Sparky.
"Aw shit, you inherited my eyes! Morgan, test her out while we're gone. I want a report!"
"I'm not planning to do work with her," Morgan smirked. "But I'll think up something."
"There's something in my eyes?" Brandy said, eyes wavering as she couldn't stop herself from trying to look despite the impossibility of it. "Am I going to grow more eyes? Sparky, what does that mean?"
Morgan gently nudged Brandy's hands out, the Binding Balls lashing out with red light to snap around Calcine and Sparky's bodies, the pair glowing a bright red and disappearing into their decorated balls with a thrumming energetic sound.
"Morgan, what does that mean?" Brandy said, tapping the side of her face. "My eyes are fine, aren't they?"
Morgan pulled a pocket on Brandy's backpack and took out a pack of playing cards, sliding them out of the packet and then quickly shuffling them in her hand. "It means I'm going to run some tests and have a little fun. Tuck those two away?"
Brandy stared down at the binding balls and cradled them to her chest. It felt so weird to have Calcine and Sparky so close and yet not actually be here. "They'll be okay right?"
"Of course, it's quite nice in there. Like a warm bath, a massage, and a sweet girl slowly eating you out all in one."
"I've actually done that." Brandy blushed. "Was a good bath."
"Then you shouldn't worry one bit. Now then." Morgan grinned, flashing Brandy her perfect white teeth. "Are we playing regular rules or strip?"
Chapter 113: Caught in the Act
Summary:
Morgan shows she's trickier than she seems (She already seemed a lot)
Brandy sees things more clearly
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Morgan didn't really wear clothes. Her feathers were clothing enough not to be constantly causing a scene, even if they did catch a lot of admiring looks from people who'd never seen a Murkrow before and were quite open with their admiration for her. She seemed to love the attention, and Brandy was all for letting her partners have their fun. The only piece of actual clothing Morgan wore was her fancy tri-pointed hat with a wide brim.
One article of clothing. So playing Strip Evolution against her had seemed almost like cheating. Just one win was all it'd take to finally see what Morgan was hiding under her hat. It was impossible not to be a little curious. Did she have scruffy hair? An embarrassing lick? Bunny ears? It could be all kinds of wonderful things.
Brandy just needed to win one hand, and she'd find out. It wasn't going very well.
A loud, crisp laugh erupted from Morgan as she spread her hand over the table. Goomy, Sliggoo, and Goodra, all with a Dragon Gem. Brandy sighed and threw in her assorted collection of Cats, she hadn't even settled on which line she was going for, and Morgan had beat her to it again.
"This is some ridiculous luck," Brandy sighed as she popped the buttons on her shirt. She'd already lost her boots and socks, it was that or her pants now, and she'd rather be topless than bottomless.
"I am enjoying how long you're taking to learn this," Morgan grinned as she gathered up the cards. She had a way with them, a quick shuffling action that rolled between her fingers and looked really fanciful. "Especially as I get to see the legs next."
"I might take off the bra," Brandy said, pushing her shirt apart. Morgan chewed her bottom lip as she watched Brandy worm her way out of the arms, Brandy's stomach tense and chest dipping forward. "Hold the legs off a bit longer."
"Then I'll be a winner either way." Morgan said, "Do it slower. I like the show."
Brandy wouldn't have been confident enough to strip in public, not quite yet. Thankfully the trains in Galar had separate cabins because the Galar Transport Network knew exactly what Pokémon and Humans got up to on long journeys together. She bit the end of a sleeve on one arm and tugged it off with a slight shaking of her head.
"Better, but you look at me while you do it. Stare at me like you wish you were sinking your teeth into my feathers, not the shirt fabric." Morgan said as she cut the deck between her hands, the colorful pictures flickering as they slid between her slender fingers.
Brandy did as she was told, staring Morgan down, admiring her bright red eyes, the gentle curve of her feathered chest, and the way her lips quirked up at the edge into a sly smile. Sparky and Calcine were pretty open with their feelings, Morgan had a little more mystery to her, and it was kind of hot not to be entirely sure if Morgan was enjoying the show or just enjoying making Brandy do something embarrassing. The intensity of being watched so intently made Brandy's heart thump harder, making her far more aware of the feeling of her shirt's fabric as it slid over her skin. Surprisingly, she got the shirt sleeves off quickly, considering she only used her teeth.
Morgan let out a held breath as she looked over Brandy's arms, spinning a Roserade card on the end of her finger. "I do appreciate a good show."
"I'm getting your hat," Brandy said as she stretched her arms out. Maybe she could distract Morgan? Play to her instinctive nature, so her game slipped.
"Let me squeeze your arms, and I'll give you a tip," Morgan said and didn't even wait for Brandy to agree to the offer. It was obvious she'd take it after all. Morgan just flowed across the table, black feathers fluttering around the cart as the cards fell to the table.
Morgan reformed and got Brandy by the wrists, her arms held up high as she leaned Brandy back against the padded back of her chair. The refreshing cold of Morgan's body relative to hers was enough to distract Brandy. The gentle squeeze of Morgan's hands, as she paced them along Brandy's arms, was more than enough to make Brandy squirm. She felt a whimper rising in her throat as Morgan began to work her fingers into the muscle of her arms.
"Astonish is a useful move," Brandy said, picking the first clean thought in her head to try to get ahead of making any weird noises.
"Cassidy loved fast attacks. I'd use it to keep up with the others when they used Aerial Ace so we could rush people down or keep away." Morgan said as she leaned in to kiss Brandy's bicep. "How would you use it?"
"Ambushes," Brandy said without even needing to think about it. It was just such a perfectly obvious fit for the team. "Sparky is good at disabling. You'd be perfect for finishing them off. Or keeping pressure on their trainer so they lose control. Your Move set is perfect for it."
"Feint Attack is good for quick strikes, and Foul Play lets me jump in to ruin one of their big moves completely," Morgan said, working her hands around Brandy's arms. She was really being thorough with her exploration of them, watching Brandy's expression for any signs of pain or discomfort. "Gust, though?"
"You controlled the wind against us without being present." Brandy said, "So you'd be able to help all the time. The wicked wind that can blow in and punish."
"You like the idea of punishing, do you?" Morgan purred and dug her nails into Brandy's arm. Brandy kicked the underside of the table so hard the cards bounced. "Your arms are very firm and really warm. I can see where Calcine is rubbing off on you."
"You're the only thing rubbing me right now," Brandy said as she rolled her hips under the table. Morgan's head whipped down to look at them, and her eyes lit up. Brandy could get fucked right here. Morgan clearly had a hunger for it.
"I do love a good show, and you've given a lovely one. I'm going to finish unwrapping my present." Morgan flowed back to her seat, the black feathers stroking all over Brandy's body before they left and leaving her skin tingling. It was the strangest embrace she'd had for a while, but weirdly intimate to have Morgan flutter over her like that.
"You said I'd get a tip," Brandy said as she cleared her throat and tried to refocus on the game. Distracting Morgan wasn't going to work if she got lost herself.
"I did say that. Well done for remembering," Morgan said as she gathered the cards. "I did say the card games were a test. So far, you've been failing it quite badly. Pay more attention to the game, not my tits."
"They're good tits," Brandy mumbled as she forced her eyes down to Morgan's hands.
"They are superb tits, but do try to resist their pull," Morgan said, rolling her words with amusement in her mouth. It made every word she said sound sexy, which was hardly fair. Morgan's shuffling technique was beautiful. The cards glided between her hands as she separated and reformed the stacks. She didn't even have a Move that'd help her do this. This was just pure practiced skill.
Which meant Morgan was actually quite experienced with cards. She didn't seem the gambling type, so what'd attract her to them? The drama of a tense game or the ability to put on a show? Brandy watched as one of the cards with a Wurmple blowing a kiss got flicked to the bottom of the deck, then ran through it until it was united with the sleepy Silicoon and the gorgeous Beautifly. All three of them flowed together as Morgan shuffled and worked their way up their deck, Morgan separating them with one card before setting the deck down to deal.
So she'd get a winning hand as soon as she began.
"You're cheating!" Brandy gasped. "Morgan!"
"Am I?" Morgan grinned. "That was a very fast shuffle. I don't think a human would be able to see much but a blur of pictures."
Brandy blinked. It'd all been easy for her. She couldn't remember the cards she'd seen, but watching the glide between Morgan's hands had never been an issue. "Sparky's inheritance, her eyes?"
"When I felt up your arms, I got a good look up close look of you. Your eyes have changed. The red color in your iris now has more of a pattern and a bit of a glittery glisten. It's quite pretty, and not just because I enjoy having matching eyes." Morgan tossed Brandy the cards. "Try to cheat yourself if you like. You can see things better. Let's see if you can keep track of a card shuffle."
"I never stood a chance of getting that hat," Brandy said as she took the deck, glaring at Morgan with her new eyes.
"You'd have known that if you thought about it, I wouldn't give it up to a game of chance." Morgan fingered her brim, tilting it up to give her a rakishly smug look. "Got a lot to learn before you can keep up with me."
"Well, I'm shuffling now, so you can't cheat." Brandy said, "And we're not stopping playing until one of us is naked."
"Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way."
Brandy finished shuffling and dealt out a hand for them both. Watching the cards float through the air didn't seem unusual, but now she knew she shouldn't be able to see them. It made such a simple action a little exciting. Keeping track of things easier would be so useful in the chaotic world of Pokémon battles. Brandy also never dropped a single card while getting fancy with them. It felt so easy. She must have some extra dexterity to go along with her new eyes, and there was so much she could do with that! Sparky had really given her something good, and she would spoil that bug rotten later.
Morgan looked over her cards, rearranging them as Brandy stared daggers at her, trying to catch the slightest bit of sneaky cheating. Morgan's nails flicked at her, teasing her with little wiggles as Morgan nodded and then set her hand down. "Full Dusknoir Evolution. What are the odds?"
"Incredibly unlikely," Brandy tried to growl, but she couldn't help the pop of a laugh sneaking in. "You incredible cheat."
"Thank you," Morgan said as she tapped her chin. "I look forward to pulling off all my tricks for you. But right now, I am excited to see those pants come off. Can you do it slow again?"
Brandy caught Morgan hiding cards away a few times, and once even using her Gust to steal from the deck and sneak a card under the table. But by the end of it, Brandy had plenty of practice taking her clothes off in a way that got Morgan smiling, and Morgan still had her hat.
Chapter 114: Long Distance Intimate Relationship
Summary:
Morgan opens a call and puts on a show
Notes:
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"These things are meant to be simple." Morgan sighed as she tapped away at Brandy's Pokédex. She was on Brandy's lap, facing her with her legs seat curled up on the train seat so her weight wasn't too much for Brandy to take. Not that Brandy would have minded the squeeze. Her feathers felt good against Brandy's skin, a light caress as Morgan bit her lip in frustration at her Pokédex.
Her clothes were all gone. She'd lost every scrap and had it all neatly folded up to the side, Sparky and Calcine's binding balls nestled atop it all. She wasn't sure they could see what was happening, but if they could, they'd at least got great seats to a show.
"It's the link button. Then the camera." Brandy said, "At the top."
Morgan took longer than it should have to work it out. She really wasn't good with technology, it seemed. Sparky knew her Pokédex better than she did; Morgan kept getting stuck in menus. But eventually, the link tone chimed, and they both held their breath while waiting for a response.
"Hey, cutie," a soft whispered out of the speaker. "Wait, who are you?"
Morgan tipped her hat brim up and put the Pokédex atop Brandy's chest, the heat of it prickling against her skin. She stared down at the tiny camera on it with baleful eyes.
"Maple Haze, I have kidnapped Brandy and have her held here at a secure location."
"I can hear you're on a train!" Maple said firmly, making Morgan cover her mouth to avoid laughing. Brandy could see Maple's head upside down on her chest, her blonde hair perfect as always, and that gorgeous smile with a vivid blue lipstick that really popped. It'd only been a little while since they'd parted, but finally hearing Maple's voice made just how much she missed her already painfully clear.
"A train can be a very secure location," Morgan admonished Maple, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "My demands are simple. Have Mahi admit she fancies Brandy, or I do terrible things to her."
"She likes that!" a voice called from off-screen. "Do you worst to her ass, bird girl!"
Brandy raised her eyebrow at Morgan. She'd warned them there was no way Mahi would put aside her pride and admit the obvious.
"All right, miss tall, dark, and mysterious, can I see the victim before you ravage her?"
Morgan lifted the Pokédex and turned it round to face Brandy. Brandy had to adjust it so they weren't both upside down to each other. Morgan really was bad with technology.
"Hey, Capellini," Brandy said with a smile. "Looking good."
"Capellini? Have you been thinking about what pasta I am ever since I told you about Noodle?" Maple said, pulling her hair out and rubbing it between her fingers. Her golden hair was a little like the thin pasta, but it was still a stretch.
"Just can't wait to eat you." Brandy grinned. Morgan took the Pokédex back as Maple giggled and kissed her hand before pressing it to the camera, smudging the edge with some of her blue lipstick.
"As you can hear, she's terrified," Morgan said, reaching down to sink her hand into Brandy's thigh, raking her nails gently along her skin and teasing a groan out of Brandy's throat. "Barely able to hold on."
"Oh, I'm sure she's almost done for." Maple smiled sweetly at Morgan.
"Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way," Morgan said, slipping her hand between Brandy's thighs. "I take it Mahi won't accept our demands?"
"This is so silly," Maple giggled. "Mahi, come here."
There was a bit of a struggle off-camera, and then Mahi was dragged onto the screen. She had blue lipstick kisses all over her face, down her neck, and over the top of her chest. She was trying to wash it off quickly with some water streams from her fingertips, but it was too big a job to do in time.
"Oh honey," Morgan said, "Don't clean yourself up for our sake; you look gorgeous just like that."
Mahi snorted and couldn't hide a smile. "Not so bad yourself, red-eyes." Then she yelped as Maple popped over her shoulder and bit her earlobe before whispering into her ear. "Really?"
Maple nodded with a throat purr in Mahi's ear. Then sunk a bit on Mahi's neck.
Maple made more growling noises as Mahi tried to bat her off, spraying water all along her hair and soaking her. Not that she seemed to mind one bit.
"She's gotten so insatiable since she-" Mahi huffed. "I'll let her say. Brandy! You listening?"
"Yeah, Mahi, you're looking good. Love your hair." She'd had her long red hair tied back with a white ribbon to form one massive ponytail with a few curls of red hair sticking out of it at parts in a way that looked too good to be accidental.
"Suck up, but it's true it looks fucking great." Mahi grinned. "Brandy, I love your legs."
"Hrm," Morgan tapped her lips. "No, I'm not convinced, sorry. I'm going to need something more heartfelt."
"Okay, who are you!" Mahi said as Maple settled on her shoulder. "What's a Murkrow doing all the way in Galar?"
"It's a long story. Call me Morgan, now then." She waved her hand. "Mahi, I want to hear it, or Brandy will never survive what I do to her."
"This is so silly," Mahi growled, making Maple laugh at how she'd echoed her exact words. "Brandy, you not only have some great legs but a fantastic pussy. I am completely obsessed with it, addicted to it. Never shut up about it. I make my partners worry about it because I've told them how I wish I could take a nice thick dick to it."
Maple's hands appeared from the bottom of the camera, squeezing Mahi's breasts firmly and making the Goldeen squirm as Maple bit her neck again. "Cheeky bitch, do it properly."
Brandy was blushing furiously at what was clearly Maple's words slipping out of Mahi's mouth.
"Fine! I was pissed at hell at you for thinking you were better than me. But you got good taste in friends and lovers. Calcine can climb on top of me anytime. Sparky can kiss with the best of them, and Maple is my everything." Mahi said, ruffling Maple's long blonde hair as she turned from attacking Mahi's neck to her ponytail, teasing some more curls out of it with her bites. "So when we meet next, I will absolutely fucking destroy you, starting with your pussy, and then we'll see if you can even handle more."
Morgan raised her eyebrows. "That's how you say you fancy someone?"
"What can I say? She's proven she's so infuriatingly hot I can't really be mad at her. That's a skill." Mahi said, "Now talk to your actual girlfriend!"
She shoved Maple back into view, kissing down to her side and then out of sight. Though from the little twitches Maple was doing, she wasn't completely gone.
"Morgan, hrm? Since you'll let my girlfriend go, can you tell me why you stole her?"
Morgan took the Pokédex and propped it up on the train's table against the wall, giving a view of the whole cabin and her position atop Brandy's lap. Maple looked so giddy with excitement that she almost fell out of frame. "You're a thing? Brandy, she's a Murkrow. How did you pull that off?"
"Long story!" Brandy said, mainly because Morgan was firmly kneading her chest, making it hard to string together words. "Tell you later. Morgan wanted to introduce herself for now, and I couldn't say no."
"Brandy! That's so unfair!" Maple groaned, ruffling a few red licks of red hair that popped up from below the camera frame. "Teasing me with all this. I can't do anything but watch. It's bad enough that Mercury keeps sending me videos for you."
"I love to put on a show," Morgan said as she licked her palm and wet her hand before slipping it between Brandy's legs. "But I don't want to disappoint the audience. Do you have any requests?"
"Three fingers," Maple said, "Press the middle deeper and then stroke with all of them, curl in deep, and then stroke right up almost out of her. Trust me."
The whole cabin was filled with the sound of Brandy moaning as Morgan started to do precisely that. Her slender fingers and long nails were a potent combination able to slink deep into her as they stuck together before the nail teased along flesh as it withdrew and sent shivers thundering up Brandy's spine. She was familiar with this move. When she and Maple had been absolutely ravishing each other on the barge, Maple had worked out this was an excellent way to make Brandy's toes curl.
It still was. Brandy's toes were fully curled, her head sunk into Morgan's chest and rubbing against the soft feathers and skin with long strokes of her head.
"You know your stuff, Maple. This is going to be very useful."
"Fuck yeah," Maple said softly, cheeks red from Mahi's efforts. "Oh, before you ruin her completely. Brandy. Brandy!"
She had to yell to snap Brandy back to reality, she was drifting happily right now, but she put on a smile for Maple, laying on Morgan's chest. "I bonded with a Murkrow," she said dopily as her body was flooded with pleasure.
"I know, sweetie. But I should show you this before she knocks you out." Maple reached off camera, dragging her backpack over and holding it up. A shiny bit of green jewelry that glittered light over Maple's chest.
"You cleared the Gym? Oh, of course you did!" Brandy grinned. "You're the best. How could you not?"
"I had a good team and a lot of confidence going in. So you helped a little."
That made Brandy feel so good, and she was already feeling pretty damn good. "We got to celebrate sometime."
"Oh, we will. Also, I'm going to sign us up for a tournament, the Drifting Whimscott. I'll send you the details!"
Brandy nodded happily as Morgan's fingers glided through her, drawing out some moans that had her new eyes picking out all sorts of details. The flushed shade on Maple's cheeks, the eagerness in her eyes to spend more time with Brandy, the cute way she tucked back and pinned her hair. She could get used to being a details girl. Nothing gets past her now.
"I'll send you Mercury's videos too. Think about getting her number. Not that I don't mind an endless stream of amateur porn from a staggeringly hung Rapidash, but it's weird for her to send them through me."
Brandy's reply was a half-orgasmic moan, which had Morgan and Maple laughing as Brandy let the warm, lovely feeling of being fingerfucked so sweetly overtake her. They talked longer, but she was lost to a lot of it. Only returning once Morgan finally withdrew her finger and tapped her stomach until Brandy stopped panting for air.
"She's cute," Morgan said. "And she signed you up for a tournament. I don't think you really noticed that."
"She is cute." Brandy smiled and sunk back into the chair. "So fucking cute. I can't wait for you to meet her. She's just so pretty, and these new eyes, they enhance it all; it's so good. I want to see her up close. Drink in every detail."
"In a Tournament?" Morgan said, "Which you said she could sign you up for?"
"Mmmm," Brandy nodded happily. "Wait? She signed me up for a what?"
Okay, she was going to be a details girl starting now. That didn't count.
Chapter 115: A Schedule Stuffed Full
Summary:
The Gang arrives at Motostoke and realize they're going to be busy.
Brandy has to do an activity she doesn't want to.
Chapter Text
Morgan was a cuddler, and Brandy was all for it. She could feel Morgan's cock aching along her thigh, but she'd held back from getting into a more thorough fucking. Holding Brandy in her arms and showering her with her kisses instead, the wings wrapped around her softer than any blanket she'd ever had.
"Thought you were a Dark," Brandy said, leaning her head to let Morgan have better access to her neck, which she smothered with more kisses and a few hungry licks. The wet trails along Brandy's skin made her shiver happily, the perfect balm after an artful fingerfucking."But you're holding back."
"Maybe having this plump ass in my lap is enough," Morgan said, rolling her hips to make Brandy bounce against Morgan. "This time."
Brandy could hear the hunger in Morgan's voice; she might still be bad at many things when it came to relationships, but she liked to think she had a knack for reading a Pokémon's needs. There was no mistaking Morgan had some need right now. She was holding back for Brandy's and the group's sake, making sure they made their stop.
"Next time, you can get all you want then," Brandy reached up to turn Morgan's cheek and leaned to steal a kiss. The brim of Morgan's enormous witchy hat ruffled Brandy's hair as they enjoyed a bit of a tongue tussle. It wouldn't help Morgan's hunger any, but it felt right. A taste of what was to come.
"Very smooth," Morgana cooed. "You're a lot more confident once things get going, you know?"
Brandy had never really thought about it. Once she was in the moment, there was too much to balance to also self-reflect. Her Partner's needs, her own, and everything going on around them. It took focus and quick reactions. She clearly thought about it too long this time because Morgan flicked her and gave her a little push off her lap. "Get dressed. We're going to be at Motostoke soon."
"How do you know that? I don't think you've been there." Brandy said as she grabbed her clothes pile and pulled things on. She was a little sweaty, so it would feel gross, but they could always clean up once they got a room.
"I have an excellent sense of direction," Morgan said as she watched Brandy dress, devouring the show with those brilliant red eyes. "I can just tell these things."
'Motostoke, next stop,' the speaker in the corridor outside said in a tinny voice. 'Please be ready to disembark.'
Brandy giggled. "You've been listening to the tannoy."
"You could have too, have to learn not to get too lost in the moment. But I understand your girlfriend is incredibly hot. I'd get flustered too if I wanted to impress her."
"You were pretty distracting, too," Brandy mumbled as she buttoned up her shirt. Morgan laughed at her, clearly not believing she could beat Maple in an attention-stealing competition. "No, really, you're incredible."
Shameless praise, sure, but it made Morgan smile anyway. Morgan loved to put on a show, and what show woman didn't like a bit of audience applause after? She'd earned it in Brandy's eyes.
"Cassidy may not have suited me, but she's a damn good trainer," Morgan said, spreading her arms and giving Brandy a sitting bow. "I've a lot of experience under these wings; you'll have to work the others hard to catch up."
Brandy picked up Calcine's Binding Ball, rolling the glossy black-painted ball with the flame insignia in her hand. "I think someone doesn't agree there. She thinks she's got you beat."
Morgan leaned down to get eye level with the Binding Ball, staring at it from barely an inch away. "I'm going to make her say I'm better than you, Coal Dust, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"I'm not going to do that!" Brandy said, bopping Morgan on the nose with Calcine's Binding Ball.
"Oh, I think you will if I get you in the right mood. I'm going to make her sing Calcine."
Brandy shook her head and pulled her pants on. These two were going to just be trouble and enjoy it. If her worst team problem was two hot ladies fighting over her, she was doing just fine.
"I love how you barely squeeze into those pants."
"They fit fine a few days ago!"
"And I love that." Morgan nodded. "I have high hopes for the Brandy butt."
Well, at least she knew what bit of her Morgan liked the most. Sparky got the thighs, and Calcine got her stomach and arms. They were all set to take a piece of her sometime, and she couldn't wait. That'd be the best team bonding session yet.
--
Calcine stretched outside the station, and Sparky threw herself back on Calcine's chest, stretching too.
"You could have gotten us out to help get the backpacks off the train," Calcine said as she dropped her arms around Sparky's shoulders. Sparky bobbed her head against Calcine's chest with some excited giggles.
"Could have," Morgan nodded. "But it was enjoyable watching Brandy carry them all. She's got some lovely muscles on her."
Calcine nodded as if that made perfect sense. Brandy had to admit it did reluctantly. She really was getting some excellent definition.
"I needed the training." Brandy said, "Mercury's been sending Maple videos. I think she's really taking her rematch seriously."
"Of course she is," Sparky scoffed, "She's got more pride than Mahi. She's going to come out hard enough to shatter concrete."
"That's very likely," Brandy agreed, "But I'm not going to take that lying down."
"You probably will take most of it lying down," Sparky said before she got cut off by Calcine pulling at her cheeks, her fur sparking as she writhed in Calcine's grasp.
"We have a duty to crush her and all the pride she's got stuffed in that powerful body of hers," Calice smiled as Sparky tried to bite her fingers to free herself. "Motostoke had plenty to help us grow stronger. I'm looking forward to it."
Motostoke! The city spread out before them was so densely packed together it was almost alien to Brandy. Back home, everything was spread out, nature trailing between all those houses, and sometimes it was a long walk just to see a neighbor. Motostoke was the complete opposite. The city had grown in an utterly ramshackle way, colossal brick buildings speared with giant steam machines that ground away doing something important, no doubt. It was so alive and thunderously noisy, the whistle of steam and clanking of heavy machinery heard even from the station platform, and the air was thick with the smoke from countless factories.
While it seemed alive, it was also clearly still growing. Cranes and scaffolding dotted the skyline, tiny figures hanging off them doing the work of putting together a city that changed every time Brandy visited. Floating near a crane, a lady wearing a large bonnet was helping levitate pieces of metal into place, guided by a harness-wearing lady in a hard hat. The metal piece was massive too. A rather scary display of power from a Pokémon Brandy couldn't place.
"What you looking at?" Calcine said, squinting next to her at the far-off figure. "Oh! You've been practicing with your new eyes? I can barely see that."
Brandy hadn't even realized she was doing it, Morgan and Sparky looking equally smug at her casual use of her new inheritance.
"The floating lady with a big bonnet hat, like Morgan's hat but just a round dome and some kind of light blue old-time dress on?" Brandy said, "She's doing something really impressive with a big pipe."
Sparky choked with laughter as Calcine tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Probably magnetic powers. A Magnezone? Motostoke's meant to have more mechanical Pokémon than the rest of Galar put together. A lot of Poison too. They like the smoke."
"I don't think I'm going to fly here," Morgan sighed. "I'd choke to death up there. It looks awful."
"Fenny says it's better inside the buildings," Brandy said as she blinked rapidly to try to stop her vision, picking out far-off details. Focusing on her partners helped. "They have good ventilation. Maybe we can find a spot for you to go if the city bothers you. I know fliers don't like crowds much."
Morgan didn't reply. In fact, they were all contemplating her thoughtfully. Oh no.
"Your mother is here, isn't she? Are we going to meet her?" Calcine said.
Oh nooo.
"Maybe!" Brandy said quickly, trying to brush past this. "She's usually busy."
"Oh, I'm sure she'll make time for her girl." Sparky grinned, "You've got to introduce us!"
It wasn't even that her Partners were rambunctious that terrified Brandy. It was that Fenny was Fenny. Anything could happen. All of it deathly embarrassing. How did she get out of this?
"Maple signed us up for a Tournament."
"Is Fenny going to come to watch?" Morgan asked, pushing the conversation right back to her mother. Shoot. There was no getting out of it.
"Okay, we can see my mom, but we're getting a room first and finding a place to do some quick Move testing. You've both rested up. I want to see if things have changed!"
"And we have to fight off a challenger." Sparky nodded. "Or solve a crime."
"What? No, we don't have to do that?"
"Sure, I'm sure you won't get in any trouble." Sparky's grin was so wide that the top half of her head was in danger of falling off. "Everything has gone so smoothly so far."
Brandy waggled her gym badge at Sparky, the little yellow pest simpering at it and fanning herself. "Ah, of course! The Fire gym! Brandy has to get burned by some insatiable fire types too."
"A lot to do," Morgan said, "Maybe we need to do this orderly? Sparky, you find out from Maple what the tournament is about."
"And sneak some Mercury porn, gotcha." Sparky nodded.
"We'll do Move testing at the Center; they can advise some good lodging." Calcine cut in, keeping Morgan from setting the entire agenda. "Then we meet Brandy's mother and work out what we want to do from there. If we find out the Fire Gym's theme for this season, we could try to make some plans before going in."
"Gosh, that doesn't sound like us." Sparky said, "But there's a first time for everything. I'm sure we can fit Brandy getting to crush some mechanical Pokémon between her thighs somewhere in here. I want to see a robot girl meltdown."
"Thank you, by the way," Morgan said, "For letting me get a moment alone with Brandy. I know you did it to ease me into the team. The thought is appreciated."
Brandy had totally missed that, but it was a very Sparky thing to do. Calcine and Morgan seemed more combative, but it was hard to think Calcine wouldn't give Morgan every courtesy. It'd be like admitting weakness if she didn't.
"We're the Brandy Teasing Trio now, anytime witchy," Sparky smirked, and Calcine simply nodded to acknowledge the thanks. Well, at least they were bonding in mutual desire to wind her up.
"I'm glad you're all so excited to get to work on me. I'm going to take you all on a date too. A big group one, a chance for us all to get to know each other."
"Dibs on thighs," Sparky said.
"I got the butt," Morgan said.
"I'll take what I want, but I'm generous." Calcine huffed.
"An actual date!" Brandy yelled as they all tugged her to keep going. "It's not just an excuse for you all to fuck me!"
Well. Not just that.
But she wouldn't be mad if it came up.
Chapter 116: Bite-Sized Terror
Summary:
Calcine and Sparky flex their new moves.
Chapter Text
The steam-powered mechanisms dotting Motostoke were so intricate when you looked closely. A big gear driven by a piston seemed simple but was just the heavy push to a dance of cogs, flywheels, and belts that could make almost anything happen. It was completely archaic, and yet it seemed somehow almost cutting edge. The guts of one great engine were open near the gym, and a small gaggle of people had gathered around it. A few women in long brown leather coats directed some sweating ladies covered in oil, trying to climb into the machine. Another mechanical Pokémon was holding pieces up, this one a very tall doll-like looking woman with pure white skin and a few plasters crisscrossed over some slight chips in her skin. She wore a huge grey hoop skirt cut at the hem into squares and a massive spiked band of metal circling around her, utterly free of any support.
How anyone would ever get near her to hug her was a mystery; she'd never seen a Pokémon who looked quite unapproachable. But she held everything up like she could do it all today, and one fearless engineer snuck under the spinning spiked ring, leaned over to pat her stomach, and whispered in her ear. Seems even someone that strong looking had a sweetheart here.
Brandy had to stop looking when Sparky punched her arm, her fingers flicking some sparks at Brandy as she pulled away.
"Ow! Why?"
"Can't get lost with the eyes," Sparky said. "You stare at the details all day and never get anything done."
"I could stare at you three all day, and I'm sure you'd find things for me to do." Brandy huffed, punching Sparky's arm back. It was just a slight knock that barely changed the Joltik's confident stride.
"It's so noisy," Morgan had her hat tugged down firmly, covering her ears. "I hope the Center isn't this bad, or I'll never relax."
"Can you buffer your ears?" Brandy said, looking at Morgan's tight eyes. It really was bothering her. "Use your gust and make a cushion of air; it should dampen the noise a bit."
"No," Morgan said confidently, then stopped and actually thought about it. "Sorry, I should try out the idea."
Swirling a wing, her hat brim fluttered, and her feathers ruffled as air rushed around her head. After a few tips of her hat, she gave a nod.
"It's not less noisy, but the sound of machines is deadened by the wind, which I find more bearable. Thank you, you really are my Trainer."
"Was that in doubt? We can have Brandy pin you down and confirm it," Calcine said with an ever-so-sweet smile and got some wind blown at her with flicks of Morgan's finger for her cheek.
"Stoke a candle in a Rolycoly's heart, and she thinks she breathes fire." Morgan sniffed, "I can wrap myself in the wind. I can snuff you out."
These two!
Calcine and Morgan's fighting was good-natured, but it was still a butting of heads that wasn't coming from nowhere. Morgan was finding her spot in the group, and it seemed she had her eyes on a spot Calcine was already quite enjoying. If she hadn't seen Calcine enjoy tackling a bird girl so much recently, she'd have been tempted to step in and separate them, but for now, she just kept an eye on it in case it actually got nasty. A bit of training could help burn off some of the energy they both had.
The Poké-center here wasn't anything like home. Turrfield had been like a beer garden and open-air market, a lovely quaint place for Trainers to rest up and bond. Motostoke's center was like stepping inside a watch, gears whirling on every surface, clock faces ticking down, and brass stools lining long wooden bartops where baristas were serving coffee from machines that shot out great plumes of smoke. It was incredibly lively, everyone being directed around by the pink-shirted staff with meticulous efficiency.
Brandy was still taking it in when a short lady with a blue headband perched above tired eyes tapped Brandy's chest with her clipboard to get her attention. "Name? Reason for stay?"
"Oh, Brandy Joyce. Um... new Move testing? Is that a thing?"
"First time?" her eyes softened a little, she still looked exhausted, but the frustration had bled out. "Welcome to Motostoke, Ms. Joyce, don't worry. We pride ourselves on a first-class service. Just follow the blue rail to the training rooms and take room eight."
"Blue rail?" Calcine chipped in, which Brandy was thankful for. She was just about to ask, but with help, she could feel out of her depth without constantly confirming it.
The lady with the blue headband pointed to the ceiling. Brass piping painted with stripes along the side crisscrossed the room. "Just follow the blue paint, and you'll know the spots. Please resist peeking in on others. Some training can get quite intense, and the last thing you want is to go from Trainer to patient!"
"That definitely happened," Sparky said, tugging at the blue headband's sleeve. "What's the story? Was it hideous? Did they get blown through a wall?"
Brandy just picked Sparky up and walked off with her, letting the staff get back to work while Sparky yelled more questions over her shoulder, legs kicking in the air. She went quiet as soon as they found the hallways with numbered doors.
"Brandy," Sparky whispered. "They're both glaring at me. It's scary."
"Stop being a brat then," Brandy replied, squeezing Sparky's legs.
"Make me."
Sparky squirmed on Brandy's shoulder as Calcine and Morgan took turns tugging her cheeks, making her giggle madly and kick even harder until Brandy bundled her into room 8 with Calcine and Morgan in tow. Dropping Sparky off into Calcine's arms, Calcine stretched her out so Morgan could bend and blow some raspberries on Sparky's stomach.
"This isn't fair. This isn't fair!" Sparky squealed, "You can't gang up on me. Fight each other more!"
"Doling out punishment is both our responsibility," Morgan said with a cluck of her tongue. "Isn't that right, Calcine?"
"Absolutely, Brandy. Should we bend her over?"
"I actually wanted to train!" Brandy said, closing the door behind her. The room wasn't anything special, well-lit with shining metal walls. It looked like it could take a beating, and the lack of any marks meant even if they managed to punch through, the Center had a Pokémon who could repair it all good as new. "But yes, bend her over."
Sparky squealed with delight as she was folded, Morgan slapping her thighs as Calcine pressed her shoulders down and then stood gently on the inside of Sparky's arm so she couldn't get back up. Sparky's ass in those tight black shorts pointed straight up to the room's roof, and her fur was a sparking mess already.
"I'm not going to have you hold back from us this time," Brandy said as she got alongside Sparky, running a hand along her back and ruffling it into the fur around her neck. "Did resting up change anything?"
"You bet," Sparky grinned. "But you'll never work it out."
"Calcine?" Brandy said, looking into those bright orange eyes. "You look much better. Anything change for you?"
"Would you like a demonstration?"
"Oh, we have a willing volunteer." Morgan laughed as she squeezed Sparky's thigh, her nails digging into the flesh. "Don't we?"
"So mean," Sparky mumbled, "But you'll never break me."
That was a yes. Sparky was very much asking for it. Brandy gave Calcine the nod, and she raised her hand. Her skin glowed with red hot veins, and the heat seeped out of her skin into her hand, forming a glowing hot coal that she rolled between her fingers. Then Calcine slammed her hand down onto Sparky's ass, smashing the ball of energy into it with a heated hiss, Sparky's ass rippling like the surface of a pond from the sheer force of it.
"Fucking, holy fucking fuck fucking fuck." Sparky moaned eloquently as she ground her head into the ground. "Fucking fuck me!"
"Good?" Calcine said, blowing on her hand.
"What was that? Was like getting plowed by a train, but like, one that gave some kisses as it smashed through."
"Awful metaphor; what are you talking about?" Morgan laughed as she ran her fingers around the print Calcine had left on Sparky's butt.
"I feel the moon just crashed into my butt and then tongued me out." Sparky moaned, "Would it be rude to cum?"
"Yes," Brandy said, giving Sparky's butt a light swat. Compared to Calcine's thunderous clap, it just got a little yelp out of Sparky, but she wiggled her butt for more anyway. "No more until you tell us."
"Aw, come on! You know you want to smash this butt. I'm a terror."
"Nope, we're just going to kiss it and tend to it; you look sore."
Sparky wiggled to get up, but Calcine still had a foot on her arm, and Morgan held her thigh tight. So Brandy got down and did just that, kissing the curve of Sparky's rear and teasing the tender flesh with her tongue.
"No, no, do it properly," Sparky whined. "Please!"
"What Move did Calcine use?" Brandy said firmly as she gave Sparky's butt the lightest of bites, making her back arch and electricity crackle madly along her arms.
"Smack Down, obviously! Fuck, going to be so good for her. She can punish people up close now."
"Even yellow-furred brats," Calcine growled.
"Especially those!"
"Very good," Brandy purred, "And if you want another, what's your Move?"
"It's embarrassing," Sparky mumbled. "I don't want to say."
Brandy gave her other cheek a swat and then slid her hand between Sparky's legs, a finger stroking the underside of her cock as she cupped her hand. "Tell me."
Sparky puffed her cheeks. "'s embarrassing. Let me whisper."
Suspicious, but anything to get an answer out of her. Brandy got down onto one knee.
"Closer," Sparky mumbled, still delirious from Calcine's mega slap. "Morgan's got good ears."
Brandy leaned down even closer, an arm bracing the ground as she got down eye level with Sparky. Who then leaned in and bit her earlobe. A flash of pain quickly tuned to an explosion of pleasure that burst out right from her eardrum. Like venom coursing through her head and making her mind crackle, Brandy collapsed, shaped around, moving madly as she panted for air. She felt warm and hot, deliriously happy and horny as hell squirming her thighs together as she slipped a hand down to pleasure herself.
The pressure on her ears parted, and the thrum of blood in her head dimmed some, letting her return to reality with slow, panting breaths.
"Fucking, fucking fuck." Brandy mumbled, her tongue feeling loose. She hadn't orgasmed. She felt dry down there, but she still felt like she had orgasmed and done it hard enough to make herself short of breath. "Fuck me."
"Oh no, the swearing is spreading. Sparky's infected her." Morgan groaned.
"No, it's worse than that." Calcine groaned. "We're doomed."
"Bug Bite," Brandy groaned. "She knows Bug Bite."
"Why's that so bad?" Morgan said, "Is this a joke I don't get?"
Sparky twisted and chomped her ankle. Morgan went down with an orgasmic wail, feathers flying everywhere as she writhed on the ground. Some squawking 'fucks' as her wings beat madly.
"This is so good!" Sparky cackled, her fangs glowing as she chomped at the air. "Calcine, come here!"
"No, you'll break your teeth."
"I'll break you, come join the chomp squad!" Sparky gnashed at Calcine, "Give me some of that Rolycoly flesh."
Calcine's hand glowed again as she slapped Sparky's other asscheek and put her down hard, Sparky rolling about on the ground happily contorting into a giggling ball.
"She's going to be a menace with it, I see." Morgan gasped, finally managing to draw breath. "My heart feels like it's about to explode."
"Want me to smack you?" Calcine smirked.
"Only if you want me to cum too."
Brandy caught Calcine's wrist before she could swing. "I think we all need some water, then let's reassess. With no smacks. Or biting."
"Well, you got to stuff my mouth with something." Sparky mewled in her fetal ball. "I have a hunger."
"Can you pay attention while doing it?" Calcine said as she gave Sparky a nudge with her boot.
"Full attention." Sparky said, "Long as they don't get too vigorous."
"Hrm, well, Morgan still needs to join the club. I feel it's only fair you get your mouth around her for this."
"This groups a disaster," Morgan groaned, covering her face with her wings. "And Arceus, help me. I'm so excited about it."
Brandy wouldn't object to a show, though she'd have to watch carefully for any biting. Now and forever more, it seemed, an eternal biting vigil. Well, she had eyes for it, at least.
Chapter 117: Fanning the Flames
Summary:
Planning, teasing, getting worked up.
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Brandy hadn't meant to use Calcine as a chair, she'd just sat down with her lap open, and it'd looked inviting. Every sip of cool water was a balm against the heat of her Partner on her back. The endless warmth Calcine hid was left to flow into Brandy's body and making her feel like her clothes were too hot and restrictive right now. She squirmed her shoulder blades back against Calcine, who took her in hand, squeezing along her sides with stiff fingers that dug in just firmly enough that Brandy could still feel a line of stinging sensation as they moved on.
It was the opposite of a massage but delicious in its own way. Calcine very slowly claimed her whole body with her touch. Brandy arched her body into it, encouraging those fingers to press harder. She turned to catch a kiss off Calcine, brushing her messy black hair aside, seeking those burning lips and leaving them sizzling as she liked her wetted tongue over them. The hot needy sigh Calcine gave was worth risking getting her tongue cooked.
"Glad I'm not the only one finding it hard to concentrate," Morgan said, looking at the pair upside down. She'd leaned back against the floor, her hat almost flicked off her head as she mashed it into the hard floor of the testing area. She had Sparky in a firm lock with her thighs, just encouraging Sparky to put her crackling tongue to work, attempting the possible. Brandy wasn't sure if it'd be rude to say it out loud, but there was no getting around it; Morgan had a thick dick, and Sparky was faced with something that, for once, her mouth couldn't handle.
Sparky was giving it her all, rolling her lips along each side of Morgan's cock and slathering her tongue over it with reckless enthusiasm Brandy was starting to doubt her protests that she kept having to suck dick. Every little kick Morgan gave made Sparky redouble her efforts, waving her ass in the air like a victory dance as she glistened up Morgan's shaft. The lengths Sparky would go to get a reaction were incredible to behold.
"You need to evolve already, Calcine," Morgan said as she grabbed a handful of Sparky's hair and helped guide her. "This throat's going to be far too tight for me. You should have stretched it out some."
"Brandy, do you want to go on Morgan's face first?" Calcine whispered, more than loud enough for Morgan to hear. "Or shall I show her I got more than enough for her to choke on?"
"We all know who the biggest here is," Brandy admonished, playfully batting Calcine's arm as if chastising her. "If I cared about that, I'd never stop tugging on Sparky's collar. I want to use those dicks later, don't get tired waving them at each other."
Calcine chuckled and leaned on Brandy's shoulder. "Isn't she lovely when she's got a little bite?"
"Full of surprises," Morgan nodded, stopping to groan and rub Sparky's cheek. "Fuck, if you want me actually talking, you better start. I will lose myself soon; Sparky's really good at this."
As fun, as it would be to let this descend into some anarchic fucking, they had all day for that. Better to work on ideas while the memories are fresh.
"Sparky's Bug Bite and Calcine's Smack Down are some close-range moves we've been light on. I'd say it was good luck, but ..."
"Moves grow to fit the group and their desires," Morgan nodded, fingernails digging into Sparky's cheek as she tried and failed to wrap her mouth around Morgan's dick. "Sparky clearly wanted Bug Bite and Calcine-"
"Wanted something powerful to make me more of a threat as a guardian." Calcine cut in, Morgan rolling her eyes at her. Or maybe at what Sparky was doing with her tongue. "I usually protect Brandy, but I lacked a way to really punish people going for her."
"Morgan's ability to strike quickly might have helped there," Brandy said, "Like she did with Basilah, you hold them down, and she hits a weak point."
"Calcine warms them up, and then I make them moan. Oh, I like that." Morgan said as she ruffled Sparky's hair for doing a thoroughly good job.
"I'll do all the work, and then you can do one hit and take all the credit?" Calcine laughed, "So lazy."
Right. This clearly wasn't going to stop if Brandy ignored it. She needed to get in between this fight.
"You don't think that," Brandy said to Calcine. "Morgan will pull her weight. You don't think I'd bond with someone lazy do you?"
Calcine spluttered, her heat swirling inside Brandy as she tried to find the words to deny it. Brandy didn't give her a chance. "Morgan, Calcine took down Basilah and Harper; you really think she's just a warm-up? If she got her fingers in your feathers, you'd be a puddle in moments."
Morgan didn't splutter. She bit her lip and looked even more dreamy than she already did, getting her dick sucked. The idea of it clearly excited her.
"I don't mind you two butting heads," Brandy said, taking Calcine's hands. "But you don't put each other down. You're both my partners. I chose you both because I saw you'd be strong."
"And we fucked you senseless," Sparky said, a trail of spit between her lips and Morgan's cock.
Brandy blushed. "Love you all for a lot of reasons, but none of you are weak. Fighting over me is fine, but no getting bitter with each other."
Morgan and Calcine exchanged a long look. Calcine shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't mean to go that far. I know you're good. Far more experienced than me at fighting, probably, but when it comes to Brandy, I've got the most experience."
"You'll catch up with me. I'm going to catch up with you. I don't want it easy. You need to be challenged." Morgan grinned at Calcine, "You like being challenged and having to push back. Just like Harper is looking for someone strong enough to grab her neck and kiss the shit out of her. "
Calcine's turn to blush, the heat glowing on her cheeks as she thought of her rather passionate reaction to Cassidy's Swanna. The two had been incredibly lovey-dovey for a while after the fight.
"It's not like that," Calcine said, "Brandy's the best, but she doesn't push me like that, and I love her to bits."
It was true, though. Calcine had joined because she thought Brandy would take on tough challenges with her. Even made it clear she was happily taking on tough odds as long as they went in with a plan. That last bit was the piece Morgan was missing.
"You like overcoming," Brandy said, rubbing her butt in Calcine's lap. No reason they couldn't talk things out and also work each other up. "I get us into plenty of trouble, and you love struggling to get out of it. Proving you won't be bent. Showing how strong you can be."
"If it was all this simple, I'd have Evolved by now," Calcine said, holding Brandy's hips and helping rub Brandy against her cock through her shorts. "But so nice you've been paying attention to me, Morgan. I know I must fascinate you."
"Oh, absolutely," Morgan nodded as Sparky got back to work. "I've loved studying your fondness for feathers. I'm eager for you to show me what you learned with Harper."
And now they're fighting with compliments. Well, it's an improvement.
"We're going to need to work out team roles in action, aren't we?" Brandy sighed, "You're all terrible."
"No, you just said we're wonderful," Morgan said and gasped as Sparky finally got her lips around her cock, taking the tip. "Sparky is the actual wonder; how is she doing that?"
"Agility," Brandy said. "She can stretch real good."
Sparky's fur sparkled as her eyes became narrow, smug slits. She'd got the best reaction, and that was worth it for her.
"I'll support with Gust and strike anyone Sparky holds down." Morgan said, "Sparky's new Bug Bite works well with her webs. She can bite them and then wrap them up. Though if she does that right now, I'm going to fly her up to the clouds and drop her."
"She might anyway," Calcine laughed. "You're giving her a lot to chew on."
Sparky gave a thumbs up, and the lack of Morgan's screams meant she'd decided against it. For now.
"Okay, well, we'll see how it actually works. I guess the other thing to bring up is the Fire Gym; I want to do it while here. Any plans?"
"Yes," Morgan said. "Sort of. It's the Fire Gym, and I feel Calcine is due to let her flame out. It's been right on the surface. If we do it, I think she should be the lead. She might learn what she needs if she helps us overcome a personal challenge like that."
Brandy looked back to Calcine, tugging at her stolen shirt. "You want that?"
"You're the trainer." Calcine said, "If I do all the work, you won't get a badge."
"If you Evolve, I don't mind losing. We can always do it again." Brandy said, "Don't pretend you don't want to be in charge for once."
"We're going to traumatize another Gym leader." Calcine shook her head. "But fine, I'll take the lead for the Fire Gym. We know the theme for it?"
Brandy pulled her Pokédex out of her bag and looked the local gym up. Now they were in the actual city, it'd let them book a slot and see the season's theme. Calcine got her hands back to pressing Brandy's body as she read, firmer than before. Every touch was possessive and made Brandy's flesh flow under her touch, her body bending to Calcine's will. The idea of control had worked her up a little.
"Overflowing Emotions," Brandy read out. "Makes sense for Fire, but how will they do it?"
"It's in the context of relationships." Morgan said, "Cassidy had five badges. The trick with Gyms is to consider how the theme would fit your partners."
They paused as they thought about it, Morgan only broke the silence to let out a few groans as Sparky's slurping began to tense her limbs. She couldn't be far off from bursting now.
"Confessions of love?" Brandy said, "Maybe I'll have to open to you all, say something from the heart I've kept hidden."
"That's a good one," Calcine murmured. "Do it now."
"No, I'll save it for the gym."
Calcine's grip increased, and her voice rumbled in Brandy's ear. "Do it. Now."
Brandy shivered. Calcine being that insistent, was hard to deny it made her spine tingle so much her teeth chattered. "I want to get fitter for you, work out more. Give you a body you'd fall for."
"Good girl," Calcine purred in Brandy's throat. Brandy almost fainted, leaning back on Calcine and luxuriating in the praise.
"Yeah, I think she's going to take charge just fine." Morgan mumbled, "And, ah- ah!"
She tensed up as Sparky licked her way off Morgan's dick and then poked it forward with one finger, drawing it along the wet underside. She had a really evil smile on her lips as Morgan came, spraying her own chest with ropes of cum that stained her feathers white.
"You little shit," Morgan groaned, wings weak as she tried to push herself up. "Fuck, give me a moment, then I'm going to sit on you and crush your head like a Grepa Berry."
Sparky grinned all the wider, arms raised in victory. "I love our team planning. We should do this more."
"I can't argue with the results," Calcine grinned, looking at Morgan's cum-soaked chest that she was desperately trying to clean off with brushes of her wing. "I can lend you a shirt. I don't mind it getting dirty."
"Please," Morgan groaned. "I don't want to walk out there like this."
A nice gesture. Maybe they could get along.
Brandy wouldn't ruin it by pointing out it was her damn shirt.
Chapter 118: Seeing Double
Summary:
Brandy can't avoid meeting her mom any longer.
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"I see why you don't wear shirts," Sparky said as they helped pull Morgan's arms through the sleeves again. The wings from her arms didn't play along with the shirt well. The sleeves kept rolling up as she flexed her arms. She looked like an overstuffed doll until it inevitably bunched down her arms again.
"We could cut the sleeves off," Calcine said, ignoring Brandy's glare with a sly smile. "Or you can put up with it, Morgan?"
Morgan flexed her arms, looked at the shirt, took a deep breath, and wriggled back out of it. Tugging at the sleeves with her teeth until she got it off and threw it at Sparky in a big bundle. "Hate it. Get the water bottle and wash my tits off."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Sparky saluted, shirt draped over her head, then tossed it aside and rifled through Brandy's pack. It was hard to miss Morgan's tail wag up and down as Sparky enthusiastically got her fingers between Morgan's feathers and kneaded her chest. Morgan's type made her weak to both Calcine and Sparky; she must be having the time of her life getting all this attention.
Brandy picked her shirt up and folded it back into her backpack. "You take my clothes. You have to at least try to look after them."
"Aw, sorry." Morgan patted Brandy's arm. "I know how important clothes can be. A lot of Pokémon love to go for my hat when we fight."
Brandy gave Calcine and Sparky an expectant look, and they both ducked their heads with embarrassment.
"We'll cut it out," Calcine said, "Just on a bit of a high. New moves, new teammates, and a lot to look forward to."
"Well, Sparky still needs to learn about the tournament, so time for the Gym," Brandy said innocently, "Or we could go see if our room is free."
The Center had given them a recommendation for a couple who took lodgers, and it didn't even cost much. This probably meant they had other reasons for inviting in Trainers, but that wasn't a problem. Brandy was more than happy to have help to blow off steam with the group. They'd only gotten rowdier after a break in their Pokéballs. A team of three was pretty big for a new Trainer, and while she was reasonably sure she could handle it, she'd need to settle things down before she even thought about a fourth. If she didn't, she'd spend all her free time getting mauled from four different directions.
"Gym or lodgings, is it?" Sparky grinned as she massaged Morgan's chest, Morgan's clawed foot digging at the pavement as she leaned her head back happily.
"Yeah," Brandy said slowly. "That's our option."
Calcine threw an arm around Brandy's side, pulling her closer. "Brandy."
"Hi Calcine," Brandy gulped. "What's up?"
"What if there was a third option we agreed on?" Calcine squeezed tighter. "We all love third options."
"Favourite thing." Morgan nodded.
"I'm pretty satisfied with two right now," Sparky mumbled as she cleaned Morgan's chest. Though it was really just fondling at this point. "But a third is an exciting bonus."
"Oh, I don't remember a third," Brandy fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "I think it's just the two."
"Well, it's a good thing you got us to remind you, don't we?" Calcine smiled, "Where's your mother work? We're going to do a visit."
Darn, Brandy had really hoped they'd all forgotten about that.
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It wasn't exactly a subtle place. The word 'Nexus' was just above a giant cog that spanned several stories spinning outside the building. It had to be at least ten stories high, just shy of overshadowing the magnificent clock tower built into Motostoke's gym.
"Gothic Revival Architecture," Calcine said, pressing a hand to a massive stone column.
"How the heck do you know that?" Brandy said, looking up a building she'd have described as 'Fancy Stoney.'
"Lapidary had a fondness for architecture as well as sculpture. It was interesting. Not that we got many architects down in the mines, but we learned bits here and there."
Right, Calcine's bigger sister who loved making stone statues. Hopefully, she was doing well. She'd done a lot to help hook the pair of them up. Brandy owed her one someday.
"Well, the outside might look archaic, but that door is pretty serious," Sparky said as she approached the building's entrance. It was a length of sheer frosted glass set into the side of the building, only the barest hint of an outline to suggest a door in the glass. "Do you need to call her to come get us?"
"No," Brandy smiled. This'd be fun. "Why don't you ask the door ?"
Sparky looked between Brandy and the glass like she'd finally lost it before spreading her arms for the glass. "Open up! We want to see who brought this disaster into the world."
"Sure!" the door said, two giant yellow eyes forming on the glass, the thinnest of white iris before a round face and a smile as big as Sparky, all jagged teeth. Sparky sprang so far back in shock Morgan had to catch her.
"BUILDINGS ALIVE!" Sparky yelled. "It's huge! We're doomed!"
Brandy was already giggling. Okay, maybe this was worth the impending embarrassment.
"It's a screen," Morgan said. "That's quite the trick. I thought it was just glass."
"A lot do!" the face on the screen grinned even wider, showing even more sharpened teeth. "Hey Brandy, sweetie! Are all these with you?"
"They are Pix. Though sometimes I wonder if they're really on my side."
"Cool! A Murkrow, that's really rare!"
Morgan preened her hair back. The dark blue bob was under that hat, not that they all got to see much, but it was pretty thick. Maybe Morgan never removed her hat because she'd have awful hat hair. Sparky dropped out of her arms and straightened out. "Pix, right? Why are you a screen?"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll work it out." Pix grinned, and the door slid open. "Now, why don't you come inside me."
"Pix!" Brandy squeaked.
"Ahaha, you're old enough for me to make those jokes now!" the massive glowing head bobbed on the screen. "Fenny's up in the cage with Tips."
"So we should wait?" Brandy said hesitantly. "They're not busy, right?"
"Oh no, they got a volunteer today. You're good to go up; I'll guide you along."
Sure enough, on the inside, there was a reception, a lovely old lady with her hair tied back in a bun, and she just gave Brandy a polite wave as Pix's glowing eyes appeared on a new screen inside.
"Come on, she'll be so happy to meet you," Pix said before floating off the screen. Then peeking back to make sure they're following.
Morgan looked to Calcine, who nodded. They both looked down at Sparky.
"I'm so confused," Sparky groaned. "Is she stuck in the screen? Is she sitting in a room somewhere? What's going on?"
"Pix is a family friend. She's looked after Fenny for years."
"I came to Brandy's sixteenth birthday!" Pix said, then hid at the bottom of the screen when the receptionist looked up at the group with narrowed eyes. "Don't tell anyone. I wasn't meant to."
"Because you're..." Sparky trailed off her sentence as she stared hard at the screen. Her fur crackled as she thought. "A prisoner?"
"Nope! Happy to be here, number one employee! They'd get nothing done without me." Pix laughed as she opened an elevator for them. "I'll meet you up the top."
They all crammed in there, Morgan and Calcine sandwiching Brandy between them with Sparky tucked up front, still furiously thinking. Brandy couldn't take it; watching her sound out ideas and looking more puzzled, she had to show some mercy.
"She's a Rotom," Brandy said, ruffling Sparky's head.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh damn it, I should have guessed that." Sparky groaned. "So she's in the whole building?"
"Yep, pretty much. So be nice to her; she controls everything. Even the elevators."
Calcine patted the elevator wall. "Love Rotom's and not dropping down elevator shafts."
"How does a Rotom sneak out for a birthday party?" Morgan asked.
"Fenny used her Pokédex. They both got in big trouble for it, but it was really cool to see her there. She did the music for us, and we tried to feed her cake, which didn't work. Brandy said, bouncing on her heels. It'd been a perfect birthday party. Cherry had gotten her an adorable pair of fluffy boots, and they'd both eaten so much cake that Cherry's parents let her sleep over until her stomach settled. They'd conked out on the sofa together, and someone had wrapped them both up so tightly in blankets they couldn't move when they woke up.
"So, Fenny," Calcine said, "Do we need to know anything about her? You seem cagey around her."
"Just don't get too swept up, please. Fenny can be a little too enthusiastic about Pokémon."
There was a horrified silence in the lift.
"Compared to you?!" Sparky gasped as the doors opened with a ding. A literally spoken ding from Pix.
Brandy was all but dragged out of the lift into a hug. "My daughter!"
There was no escaping these clutches. Brandy had tried enough. Besides, it was her mom; it'd been a while. She'd earned one enthusiastic hug.
"Arceus wept; there's two of them." Morgan said, "We're going to the first Pokémon who can't handle their Trainers."
Brandy was a tall girl, and she'd gotten it from Scoria and her mother both. She was still a few inches shorter than Fenny, but she'd be lying to herself if she said they didn't look an awful lot alike. Fenny was softer in the muscles and, instead of Brandy's short spikes, had long, wild red hair that reached down to her hip. They shared the same bright red eyes, but Fenny had a splattering of freckles underneath that were not dissimilar to the patterns of Scoria's wings. Fenny was older, but it didn't look by much. People aged very gracefully if they had a strong bond, and Fenny and Scoria adored each other to bits. To Brandy's eternal annoyance, the easiest way to tell them apart was Fenny had inherited a lot of Scoria's generous curves while Brandy had been shortchanged for years.
"Look at my girl!" Fenny said. Her voice was lower than Brandy's, softer like the rest of her, but she more than made up for it with sheer enthusiasm. "You're filling out. Ah! You got bug eyes too."
She looked past Brandy to her team. "That'll be the curvy Joltik. You're very tall. Are you also making my tall girl's eyes better?"
Sparky grinned. Nobody ever noticed she was tall for a Joltik. Of course, Fenny would. "That's me, Ms. Joyce."
"Fenny, please, you're all family," Fenny said as they held Brandy's eyes open to get a good look at her pupils. "You have any trouble with the definition? No headaches?"
"It's settled in really well." Brandy said as she tried to get away from her mother's prodding. "Just lose myself in the details sometimes. Like how your lipsticks all smudged."
"It's been a busy day!" Fenny laughed and then poked at Brandy's stomach making her wriggle in the hug to avoid her mother's finger. "And speaking of definition, where did all these muscles come from?"
Calcine gave a wave. Brandy did not like the grins on all their faces. They were enjoying this way too much.
"A buff Rock Type, I wouldn't have expected from her, but I can see the appeal. I was sure she'd snag the first bunny she could find. But I can see why she grabbed you. You've firmed her up quite nicely."
Brandy tried to escape the hug, but it was no use. Fenny had a solid grip. She wasn't getting out yet.
"A Murkrow also, in Galar?"
"I'm kind of a big deal," Morgan tipped her hat to Fenny.
"I'll say! Goodness, if you weren't taken, I'd want to find out how much." Fenny purred and only stopped when Brandy bumped her head against her chest.
"Oh! Right. I'm sure Brandy is lucky to have you. We'll do introductions in a minute. I've got so much to go over. I want to hear it all." Fenny said, flicking back her long red hair. "But looking at them all, it brings someone to mind."
There was only one person Fenny thought of, and Brandy already hated where this was going.
"No!" Brandy said, struggling in Fenny's arms. "Mom, don't you dare!"
"A bug, a nascent fire type, and a lady with wings." Fenny nodded to herself. "Why, if you put them all together..."
"I will disown myself!" Brandy yelped. "This is forbidden! Forbidden!"
"They'd make my Scoria! Our little Larvesta has gotten herself a Volcarona in three parts!"
"Pix, can you kill me?" Brandy groaned, just letting herself go loose in her mother's arms, slowly sliding down her lab coat to the freedom of the floor.
"Sorry, Brandy, I'm not allowed to do that," Pix said from her wall screen. "If it helps, you look terrific! I can understand why Fenny is so proud!"
"I'm not sure I'm ready to be a mother." Calcine said, pushing Morgan and Sparky to either side of her, "You two don't get too close to me. We might fuse."
"Well, you can all tell me about your adventures while I finish up work. Do you all mind helping a proud mother out? I'll pay you in stories about Brandy."
They were all annoyingly eager too. This was going to be a long day.
Chapter 119: Rattling the Cage
Summary:
Mom is met, science is planned.
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Fenny was eager to be caught up and relentless with her questions as she led them back to the lab. How Mercury had been messing with minds to keep her secrets, Lenna's infatuation with her princess, and everything about Cassidy and the flock. Brandy's gym badge was pulled off her bag and admired. Congratulations came thick and fast as Brandy and her Partners got pulled along after whirlwind Fenny.
It was embarrassing, but not so much Brandy couldn't get a little enjoyment out of it. She'd been through a lot lately, and while Fenny crashed through conversations like a wrecking ball, she was family, and it was good to get the affirmation.
"Maple's just my girlfriend," Brandy smiled with a blush as she tried to stop Sparky from lying too much about their adventures. Her ideas of what Maple was to Brandy made Brandy's ears burn. "Which is still the best thing ever."
"I don't know her well, but Willow is very focused and hands-on." Fenny nodded enthusiastically. "I'm not surprised she raised a lady worthy of my little Larvesta."
Brandy gagged. She could hear the titters her nickname got every time. "I'm going to grow taller than you. Then you'll be my little Larvesta."
"Don't worry, Fenny," Sparky grinned. "I'll make sure to keep her down!"
"You truly are my Dhelmise," Brandy growled, getting her arms under Sparky's armpits and picking her up. Blowing sparks off her fur to fizzle out in a sparkling stream. "The anchor around my neck."
"Sadly, inheritance is rather slanted towards improving the relationship, and it's clear Brandy loves being the taller one." Fenny sighed.
"It's mutual," Calcine said, "Sparky would be heartbroken if Brandy got shorter."
"Well, unless she can find someone taller to Partner with, I still think I'm safe," Fenny said, turning to hip-bump open a set of swing doors.
"I'm hearing a lot about a Rapidash," Morgan said, holding her hat as she slipped through the closing doors. "But she can catch up to us in other ways before that. I'm rather interested in some Volcarona hips at last."
"Don't get her started," Brandy groaned. "Mom's an inheritance specialist. She'll get her tape out and measure me."
"You're a little old for that," Fenny smiled. "And I've got more than enough data from you growing up."
She wasn't kidding. Brandy had to be the most well-documented child on the planet. It had been a little annoying at the time, but Brandy remembered Fenny hadn't started the recording until Brandy had complained about rapid height gain compared to her classmates. Then Fenny had made time every day to measure her and help ease Brandy's fears about it. It was normal, and Fenny could pick out inheritances showing in all her other classmates to prove it, like Maeve's golden eyes or Cherry's gorgeous hair, which changed depending on how sunny it was.
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Fenny rapped Brandy on the head with her knuckle. "You're cute when you're thinking."
"They're both cute," Calcine huffed. "I don't know if I can handle two of them. This is like a dream."
"A good dream," Sparky said. "I wonder if-"
"Experiment!" Brandy cut in before Sparky could voice whatever terrifying idea she had in her head. "What are you doing this time, Mom?"
Brandy was familiar with the Cage. The massive metal lattice that dominated the center of Fenny's lab. She'd seen it a few times while growing up, though never actually in use. She was a bit too young for that, and she was more interested in playing with Pix anyway, chasing her around the building or trying to wheedle adventure stories out of the big-headed Rotom. She'd probably made most of them up, but she sold them so confidently it was still hard to tell.
The metal lattice was more of a mesh than an actual cage and made of metal even shinier than polished silver. It glistened brightly, adding dazzle to the edges of the pair inside, who could only be seen as glittering silhouettes. Who were also very clearly fucking right now. One of them sat down with an arm bracing themselves on the ground to keep their body up while the other held the hip of the woman in her lap. Two long ribbons of hair fluttered from the figure sitting, the enormous thick shape of a tail also waving behind her as she very vigorously bounced her partner on her lap. The cage muffled the noises, but the moaning was still unmistakable.
Fenny rolled her eyes and grabbed a microphone from a desk. "Tips! I said to wait until I got back."
The lab's speakers picked up the reply, making a silky smooth voice roll over everyone. "Couldn't wait, sorry, Fenny sweetheart. She's just too hot."
The voice was louder than it needed to be. Tips had to be practically swallowing the microphone. Considering what she was doing, it was probably on purpose to tease Fenny.
"Claire," Fenny said, rolling the name about in her mouth to hammer home how in trouble she was. Brandy was very familiar with that tone. "You're responsible too."
The reply was just an exultant moan that made everyone but Morgan shiver. Morgan just covered her mouth with her fingertips. "Do I get a go in there? It sounds fun."
"Not until they're done. It's a sensitive bit of equipment and very expensive to run!" Fenny yelled, not that the pair inside it seemed to care. She sighed and gestured to the wall, "Pix, please tell me you're getting readings."
"Of course, Fenny!" Pix said, appearing on the screen of a machine that looked like a cross between a lifting arm and some kind of suction pump. "I knew they'd be at it the moment your back was turned."
"You're a lifesaver," Fenny said, blowing a kiss to Pix.
"You'd all get nothing done without me." Pix nodded, spinning her head around on the screen and blowing Fenny a kiss back before disappearing again.
"Brandy's mom makes porn?" Sparky said, completely heedless that she was in Brandy's arms and could be choked so easily right now.
"She's measuring something to do with bonding." Calcine said, "That makes sense, doesn't it?"
Fenny pinched Calcine's cheek. Calcine's head tugged as Fenny got a handful of her hardened skin. "You are a clever one. Not many guess that right away."
Calcine clasped her hand over Fenny's hand and squeezed to stop her pinching, orange eyes heating up as she stared Fenny down.
"Goodness," Fenny bit her lip. "Exciting too."
Brandy broke them up with Sparky's face, the bug Pokémon cackling as she was used as a pillow to beat the two apart.
"Mom! No flirting with my Partners." Brandy pleaded as Sparky wriggled out of her grip and tickled Fenny.
"It's not flirting! Ahaha! It's a reward for being a good girl!"
"This explains so much," Morgan said, tugging Calcine out of reach of Fenny. "You've both inherited a knack for getting in trouble."
"Not inheritable!" Fenny laughed as she tried to press Sparky away, a hand on her face to hold the bug away at arm's length. Sparky had Bug Bite, but if she did that to her mom, Brandy would work very hard to find a way to punish Sparky that she wouldn't enjoy. "Well, you can inherit luck. We've done coin flip trials that prove that, so it is theoretically possible, but I've never seen it."
"Perhaps you both just enjoy then," Morgan said, fielding Sparky with a grab of her collar. Brandy was very thankful for her taking everyone in hand, giving Morgan a nod. How was the Dark Type the one most in control here?
The Cage rattled again as the figures inside shifted position. A high-pitched gasp rang out as one of the occupants was pressed up against a wall, and the other set about mauling her with vigor.
"Wh are you measuring bonding?" Calcine said as Brandy took a spot between her Pokémon and her mother. It was probably best not to let them mix, or they'd blow the lab up. "Not that it isn't interesting, but businesses are usually more than just curious about things."
"Ah!" Fenny turned to the cage. "Well, Tips and Claire can introduce themselves once they're done, but they're long-term partners I've been monitoring. A powerful Ice Type and her partner. The Nexus Corporation's mission is to research inheritances powerful enough to go to places we've barely touched. Tips and Claire might help us work out how to foster enough ice inheritance that someone could go deep into the Crown Tundra or maybe even colder places. I've got a Gyrados and her two partners who also come in for deep sea experiments. Brandy hasn't met her before. She's a Shiny, so it's quite an interesting study."
Shinies were any Pokémon whose looks differed a lot from their kin. Usually, it wasn't that big a deal, often just a unique hair color that anyone could copy with a bottle of dye and some contacts. Though a few were famous, Kit the Shiny Ninetails was practically a massive fashion brand all by herself.
"You can get a Gyrados in here?" Brandy said, looking at the door suspiciously.
"There's a cargo lift out the back." Fenny said, "It's really slow, but that just gives her a chance to wear herself down on her human partners a little before they arrive. When she's all worked up she's, well, you know?"
Fenny trailed off, grabbed the back of her neck, and grinned. Brandy didn't need to read minds to know exactly what Fenny meant. She was as bad as Scoria when it came to pushing people into a bed, and a Gyrados with an appetite enough for two human partners would be irresistible to the relentless flirt.
Speaking of relentless flirts, that reminded Brandy that she had some news.
"Scoria says she's coming to Motostoke."
"I know!" Fenny said, "You think she won't have told me? You're unlucky. If you'd come in a day or two, we'd have both been here."
Thank Arceus, that didn't happen. Brandy wouldn't have survived them both together with her Partners egging them on. She'd need a hose to spray them with to stand any chance of getting through it unscarred.
"But since you're here, do you want to see your bonds? I've got a reward in it for you! It's a good one."
"You can do that?" Calcine said, grabbing Brandy's arm. Sparky got the other one, and Morgan put her wings around them all, trapping Brandy thoroughly in her partner's grip.
"Absolutely!" Fenny said, "Reading the details is still kind of an art, but we got some of the best imaging equipment grant money can buy. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't abuse that to spoil my daughter?"
A more responsible one, that's for sure. But from the tight grips her Partners had on her, Brandy knew she wouldn't get out of doing this. Heck, she was curious herself. Feeling the bond in the back of her mind was comforting, being able to actually see how they were growing?
Maybe her mom's job was cool, even if Fenny herself was a hot mess, even by Joyce standards.
Chapter 120: Technically Correct
Summary:
Brandy has to face her most embarrassing trial yet.
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The side of the Cage in front of them sunk into the ground with a hiss of steam, and a wave of ice-cold air washed out from within. Everyone reflexively stepped closer to Calcine, who spread her arms over their shoulders with a proud smile as they all leeched her warmth. The steam cleared to reveal a slim, light blue-furred woman cradling a pale-skinned beauty in her arms. Waves of blue hair, almost a perfect match for her fur, rolled over her arms as the short-of-breath human shifted to press herself closer to her partner.
Brandy knew Tips. She'd seen her on her visits when she was younger, though never this naked with a pillowy chest on full display that her partner was trying to snuggle up to and a gentle curve to her hips that looked very huggable. Tips arms were full, so she waved at Brandy with her tail and the two long ribbons of blue hair that she could control as easily as her limbs. Brandy snapped her wandering eyes up to Tips' face, but there was no way the Glaceon hadn't noticed her admiring. Tips eyes were the almost black of the deep sea, a single point of white for pupils, and they could stare right through Brandy.
"Aren't you all cute," Tips said politely as she stepped out of the Cage. One long ribbon of her blue hair curled around her partner's arm, who was trying to poke at her cheeks. Claire was a lovely lady, but right now, she looked so utterly fucked out of her mind. Brandy didn't think they'd be saying much. "You've done very well for yourself, Brandy."
"She knows it," Morgan said, shamelessly checking out Tips. "I like to think I'm a bit more than cute."
"You are a delight to look at," Tips said as she swanned past. "Do look me up when you evolve. Those feathers could keep my Claire warm while I taught you some tricks."
Morgan's eyes were locked on Tips' butt as she walked over to talk with Fenny. Sparky punched her in the side, a crackle of electricity snapping over her feathers. Morgan, to her credit, didn't buckle but just side-eyed Sparky with a questioning annoyance.
"Ice makes you all weak, do they?" Sparky grinned. "Does Brandy need to stand tall and step on you?"
"I do like a lady who knows what they want," Morgan said, adjusting her hat.
"Calcine's right there for that. What I want is for you all to get your butts in the Cage," Brandy poked them forward. "This is going to be embarrassing enough without dragging it out."
There was a bed inside the Cage, but its covers were tossed everywhere, and a few fractal patterns of ice curled over the wooden headboard. Calcine would have to purge it with fire before Brandy even considered jumping on that. Tips might be haughty, but Brandy hadn't met a Pokémon who couldn't make a sticky mess yet. She'd rather not get covered in that.
"So, how does this work?" Calcine said as she looked around the mesh cage. It wasn't as shiny inside, but the metal walls were still bright enough. It was like being bathed in moonlight. Thankfully the ground had a thick carpet that looked comfy enough that they wouldn't have to deal with Tips' mess.
"Pix, can you explain and start the process?" Fenny said over the Cage's speakers. Her voice had a tinny echo, making her sound far further away than just a few meters. "I'll go over the results with Tips and Claire."
Brandy had doubts, Fenny wasn't as big a sneak as Scoria, but she was frightfully cunning when she thought it could help. Convincing Brandy she wasn't watching to put her at ease was the sort of trick Fenny would pull.
"Okay!" Pix sounded over the speakers. "As you've probably noticed, Motostoke is big on mechanical devices, and that's because we've got Pokémon that can make metal. Anything made by Pokémon often has unique properties, and this is no exception. The Cage is made of a metal that we get through steamy methods. I won't go into it right now because Brandy's ears will burn, but the important thing is it's infused with a little bit of bond energy."
"So it's a love cage?" Sparky said, eying up Brandy mischievously.
"Kind of! A Cage made with Love, it's a long story. The important thing is that when you forge your bonds here, the metal picks up some of that ambient glow. Then Fenny and I take readings from those vibrations and can translate them into something you can all see. It's really neat."
"So we have to improve our bonds," Calcine said, pushing Sparky into Brandy for a hug. Brandy ruffled her fingers through Sparky's fur as she felt her tease her fangs against Brandy's skin. Not a bite, but the threat of one was enough to get Brandy's heart thumping.
"Yep! The obvious way you can probably work out is the most popular."
All eyes went to the thoroughly destroyed bed.
"But you all know your bonds best, anything that makes them really pulse for you is perfect." Pix giggled over the speakers. "Right. I'll scoot and let you get started. Just have fun with it!"
"I'm not comfortable with sex," Brandy said right away before they could jump her, which just got a dismissive snort from Morgan.
"Obviously, even I can tell you'd be uncomfortable with that right now, and I'm still getting to know you." Morgan drew a finger over Brandy's neck. "And you promised us a date later, so we'll make up for it. How about you set some rules, and then we'll take over?"
Calcine looked annoyed. Anytime one took the lead, the other was seconds from jumping in. Brandy really had to find a proper solution to that, but for now, if she took the lead, they might put aside their rivalry to focus on her. "No sticking anything inside of me, fangs included."
A small muffled 'aw' came from Sparky, who lightly chewed on her forearm.
"No tearing up my clothes or taking them all the way off. Treat it like we're in a cinema and don't want to get kicked out." Brandy felt a little guilty she couldn't give more, all three of them looked hungry, but it wasn't worth a bad experience just to make them happy.
Morgan waved Calcine over and whispered with her, the pair so close together they almost touched and stood as tall as they could. Morgan was a fair bit taller than Calcine, only a few inches of Brandy's height if you didn't include the hat, but Calcine had such a strong force of personality it didn't seem to matter. It was exciting to watch them puff themselves up, ready to fight over her, even as their conversation got heated and they dragged in Sparky for a few more words.
Morgan clapped her hands together, wings fluttering as she turned to Brandy, Calcine right by her side as they approached.
"Brandy," Morgan said, "The others have agreed that if we can't do what we want, we can still put on a show. One I'm going to call, 'What we love about you,' But before we start. I like my audience to be attentive."
Brandy felt a stickiness seep over her wrists as her arms were pulled back. She tried to right herself, but they were quickly stuck as surely as if she'd been handcuffed, with something soft and slightly flexible. Sparky popped her head through the gap under her arm, her hands sliding over Brandy's waist and down over her skirt. Brandy pushed back on her, giving her a playful hip bump as Sparky slid those hands between her legs and gripped her thighs. Sparky webbed them together, the tug on Brandy's skin making her mewl as Sparky nuzzled her head to Brandy's side.
"You're tying me up?" Brandy tried to move her legs, but they were as stuck as her arms now, and she almost fell before Calcine caught her and held her up.
"Not against your rules," Sparky grinned. "You got to watch Morgan. She's really good with loopholes."
Brandy tested the webbing anyway, flexing her muscles to try to break out of it. It felt doable with a lot of effort; the webbing stretched to a point she felt resistance, and if she really went for it, she thought she could tear it. Calcine ran a hand over Brandy's tense stomach as she did so and pressed her breasts to Brandy's back.
"The audience is rowdy, Morgan. You best start before they give you a bad review." Calcine chuckled as she traced warm fingers over Brandy's stomach.
"Well, the honourable and polite thing would be to point out your good qualities. Determination. Courage. Loyalty."
"Improvisation," Sparky nodded, "Eagerness to try new things."
"The care you have for our feelings," Calcine rumbled as she stood on tip toes to whisper in Brandy's ear as she tugged at Brandy's trapped arms. "And desires."
Fuck. Okay, being tied up was a little strange, but realizing they would play with her made it much more exciting. The small deluge of kind words was also making her blush, she didn't think she was a lousy trainer anymore, but they were making her out to be some kind of legend!
"Love you all too, Morgan you-"
She was shushed by Morgan before she could reply in kind, a finger pressed firmly to her lips.
"No audience participation." Morgan leaned in, her red eyes gleaming. "Spanking is not against your rules if you don't behave and listen. I know Calcine would enjoy taking you over her knee."
Brandy really wanted to misbehave now. Clearly, Sparky was rubbing off on her, but she rubbed her legs together as best she could and took a breath to calm herself.
"That was the polite thing to do, to speak about your higher qualities. But-" Morgan looked to Sparky, who was down on her knees fussing with her webbing at Brandy's ankles.
"I'm not polite." Sparky grinned and licked Brandy's thigh. "And Calcine's looking like she has some fire in her heart. So fuck higher qualities, let's get down to dirty details."
Calcine took Brandy's hips firmly in hand and squeezed, compressing them as she pulled Brandy back against her body, fitting her against her curves. It wasn't a clean fit, there was a lot of smushing of chest and pressing up against Calcine's tough skin, but that made it better. Calcine had to mold Brandy to make her fit, firmly pressing her into place until Brandy's body curved up neatly against hers.
"I love your muscles," Calcine said, her hand sliding under Brandy's shirt and across her stomach. "You're fit, and I know you work out in the mornings, wanting to make them firmer. I can't wait to see what they'll become."
Calcine's fingers were almost too hot to the touch, like burning coals that made Brandy's skin sweat madly. She could handle it, but it was a sizzling sensation that made her insides roll with excitement. The pain wasn't there. She could take the heat, but she had no doubt it could have made someone scream without as much Fire Inheritance. It was very close to making Brandy scream, though for different reasons. She traced those fingers over Brandy's stomach, the very faint lines of her developing abs, and the curve of muscle going down to her legs. She'd have squirmed if she could have moved, but Sparky had done a really good job, so all she could do was pant.
"I'm all for the thighs," Sparky said as she hugged them, rubbing her cheek up to them as she put all her weight on Brandy's legs. "They're perfect. No notes. I want to be crushed between them."
She'd glued them shut, so she couldn't, but that didn't stop her kissing them madly. "And I love how tall you are! Knowing you can tower over me makes me feel good inside. Wrap me up in hugs. Just so much woman to play with. Love it."
Brandy would have to do that later, just give Sparky a huge squeezing hug to disappear into, but for now, she just enjoyed those jolts of energy that fluttered over her thighs. Pleasant bursts of muscle-twitching energy left behind spots of heightened sensation. Morgan then caressed those spots with a gentle breeze from her fluttering tail, making Brandy shiver in all new ways. Morgan leaned in and grabbed Brandy's collar as she twitched and pulled her close, staring into her eyes as she pressed an arm between her and Calcine. Grabbing a handful of Brandy's ass and just squeezing on down.
Morgan was running the show. No doubt she had some grand speech planned. Brandy was going to try not to blush the entire way through it, but she was already pretty worked up. She'd have to try to endure some more speeches.
"Butt," Morgan growled. "Good."
Morgan squeezed harder. "Mine."
Well, she was a Dark Type at heart.
Brandy blushed anyway. Having a good butt was one thing; being told you had one was so much better.
It wasn't sex, but wrapped up in the shamefully horny love of her partners and literally wrapped up in Sparky's webs, it all made her feel light-headed. Like she could float away if they weren't holding her down.
She wanted to praise them back, but Morgan had been clear. This was their chance to show their love; she would just have to sit there and take all that love without reply.
Feeling herself burn up at the intensity of it all, Brandy couldn't hold back a dopey smile. Maybe sex would have been less embarrassing after all.
Chapter 121: Oh No You Didn't
Summary:
Everyone gets creative with the rules. Morgan pushes her luck further than ever.
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The metal lattice of the Cage thrummed, that low buzzing sound of a ceiling light in a Poké-mart late at night. Hopefully, it was a bit higher tech than that, or Fenny really had been wasting her grant money. It was a low drone, barely loud enough to be heard over her breath, but Brandy noticed because she was more focused than she had been in her entire life.
Sparky's webs had her arms bound behind her back and her legs stuck together, leaving her able to do little but writhe about like a Silicobra, undulating her body against whatever she could touch to straighten herself out or nuzzle up to a caressing arm. It was mainly a lot of rubbing against her partners, who passed her back and forth like a parcel. She was almost entirely at their mercy, and they were having a grand time of it, squeezing and fondling her through the fabric of her clothes. Every touch made a new little noise of pleasure bubble up in her throat, and she found herself rolling her hips back against their fingers, panting and wriggling for more.
"I really want to fuck her," Morgan sighed as she cupped Brandy's chest, pressing her nose up close and taking a deep breath as Brandy pressed herself against Morgan's face. "I don't know how you resist her. She's such a wonderful audience. Eager to participate and hungry for more."
"Not going to stick to the rules?" Calcine said as she braced Brandy's back. Her fingers stroked around the hem of Brandy's skirt as Sparky kissed up her legs, both stopping short of the place in between that Brandy ached for attention. Brandy was tempted to throw the rules out and let them just go at her, so very, painfully tempted. But she resisted because they were all quickly learning ways to make her squirm that didn't involve fucking her senseless. She loved it almost as much as getting pinned down and taken until her mind melted.
"Hear that, Brandy?" Calcine mumbled in Brandy's ear, not nearly low enough that everyone could listen. Her hot breath tickled as it flowed through Brandy, making her spine tingle. "The new girl can't keep her dick in her feathers. Want me to discipline her?"
"I said I wanted to do it," Morgan said sharply before biting Brandy's breast through her shirt. Teeth teasing a nipple between cloth and making Brandy moan in such a high pitch, her voice cracked. "Not that I would. Brandy, it seems your little coal fire doesn't have much flame in her hearth. Should I blow her out and put her to bed?"
"I said, ha-" Brandy struggled to reply; everything felt so good. Sparky's electric kisses on her skin, Calcine's firm hands, and the dig of Morgan's nails. They all had their unique way of firing her up, and she had no favorite; her mind was mush. She just wanted more. "I said you two have to get along."
"Oh, we are," Calcine grinned. "We both want to make this special for you. Don't we, Morgan?"
"Absolutely." Morgan chuckled as she picked her way up Brandy's shirt, stealing a kiss. She had some wind wrapped around her lips that fluttered against Brandy's skin, like kissing a soft breeze. Strange, but all the more thrilling for that strangeness. "I want to hear every cute moan this beautiful redhead can make. I've missed out a lot, and Calcine should sit there and watch how I work."
Brandy kissed back. Morgan was either being a little too serious with her rules by not using her tongue or just building Brandy up to it. Either way, the promise of more was exciting, as was Calcine pressing her back to force her deeper into the kiss with Morgan pressing them both together so tightly Morgan was pushed back.
Then Calcine gave an ecstasy-filled moan rubbing herself hard against Brandy's back, rubbing her face up against Brandy's as heat blossomed off her body. It tipped Brandy right over, sprawling Morgan back and landing atop her with a heavy thump, her red eyes wide with surprise. Then they went even wider as she cried out in pleasure, her deliciously silky feathers brushing over Brandy's skin as she writhed in a moaning heap on the ground.
"You two are getting on my nerves," Sparky huffed as she pulled Calcine's and Morgan's arms up, both panting for air as they tried to regain their senses. From what Brandy could see, Sparky's fangs were gleaming and looked sharper than ever.
"You Bug Bit them!" Brandy said, "Sparky!"
"Not against the rules," Sparky wagged a finger at Brandy as she webbed up the back of Calcine's wrist, then moved them over to Morgan and applied some webbing to the back of her wrists. Pressing their wrists together, Calcine and Morgan were forced to hold hands as they tried to pull apart.
"Brandy," Sparky said as she ruffled Calcine's hair and Morgan's tail. "Tell them they can't get out of this."
"No removing webs." Brandy said quickly, "No teleporting our melting them."
She was willing to let Sparky go somewhere with this, trusting she wouldn't worsen the situation. For all her troublemaking, Sparky was a huge team player. She'd earned a chance to do her thing.
"Fuck, Sparky, that moves lethal. It makes every nerve I've got burn." Calcine growled. She'd recovered far quicker than Morgan, who was still breathless. Brandy was in the circle of their arms. If they worked together, they could raise them and push her out, but Morgan was still coming down off the bug bite high, her grip tight.
"Good, isn't it?" Sparky grinned. "I'm going to bite Gamma next time I see her. But focus! You two, make out."
"You mean make up?" Morgan said, shaking her head and adjusting her hat by pressing the brim to Brandy's head. Then, seeing Calcine's orange eyes glowing over Brandy's shoulder, the realization hit. "Oh, no, of course, you don't. I'm not Harper Sparky; I don't find Calcine-"
Morgan's eyes roved over Calcine's body, her firm muscles, a confident stance, and blazing fiery eyes. Morgan chewed her bottom lip. "Attractive."
"Liar," Calcine growled. "Brandy can feel your heart. How's it beating?"
Trapped between them, Brandy was getting squeezed between the pair of them, puffed up their chests. She'd have complained if it wasn't such a wonderful place to be; both of them had enough chest to squish Brandy pleasantly, and she could feel the roll of heat along Calcine's skin as she got worked up. Morgan's heartbeat was in there, too, a quick tip-tap that was so fast the beats blurred together into a gentle vibration.
"She's fast." Brandy said, "But I'm not just sandwich filling. I think I might be having some effect myself."
Morgan snorted a laugh; the hard press of her cock along Brandy's thigh wasn't exactly something she could hide. "I'm enjoying having a pretty redhead as a trainer quite a lot."
"Shame you can't fuck me right now. You could both do it." Brandy teased, "Press me between you both; let me tuck my legs up around Morgan's waist; Calcine, take the weight, and hold my hips. Just bounce me between you both, touching inside of me."
"Fuck," Sparky groaned. "I need to cause more shit. That sounds good."
"Oh, you'd be taken care of first," Brandy blew a kiss to Sparky. "For good behavior."
Sparky's eyes became thin blue lines as she giddily hugged herself. "That's never been said to a Joltik ever. That's so kinky."
Morgan and Calcine held hands, forced to by Sparky's webs, but they didn't have to flex their fingers and squeeze. Brandy could see them do it, feel their breath quicken as the wonderfully pillowy chests pressed in on her.
"It would be good," Calcine admitted reluctantly. "I suppose I could work with you to fuck her senseless."
"You use those muscles for me, and I'll thump her back hard for you." Morgan agreed, "Every scream we got out of her would make us both feel so good."
The pair turned their stares to Brandy, just devouring her with their eyes. Brandy started to blush and squirm under their gaze. Whining quietly. "Rules though..."
"And I go first." Sparky said, "She said it!"
Calcine and Morgan's heads snapped to look at Sparky. United in mission at last.
"I'd warm her up," Calcine said.
"I'd encourage her to kiss. She can use a little practice on the Bug. You massage her top, and I'll press her ass. We'd have Sparky foaming at the mouth in a few minutes."
"Deal." Calcine nodded, "Should we get started?"
There was a cracking sound, a power snap, and the whirr of a generator, and the gleaming metal of the cage began to dim slightly. Everyone was shaken back to their senses as to where they were.
"Done!" Pix said, "Woof, that was unusual, but I got to say it was good."
"You were watching?" Brandy squeaked in shock, "There are no cameras!"
Pix laughed, and it came from all around. The cage's metal gleamed until two spots were brighter than the rest, two large white moons against glittering silver. Morgan got it first.
"Those are eyes. We're inside her."
"I mean, I am the building! You always were!" Pix laughed.
Brandy squirmed to try to get out of Calcine and Morgan's grip. It was one thing to be in a possessed building. This was way more intimate and embarrassing!"
Sparky patted the ground. "I'm impressed. This is a way better trick than any I've come up with. Did you enjoy it?"
"You're all adorable and welcome inside of me anytime," Pix said, the glowing white eyes bobbing up and down.
"Wait, if you saw it all, then..."
"Brandy!" Fenny's voice came over the tannoy. "If you're not going to make out with your girlfriends more, you can come out. The results are ready."
"Fenny saw it all?" Brandy groaned. "Darn it, Pix, you should have said!"
"Oh, don't worry, she didn't see," Pix said, "But you should be proud of being so close to them all. It shows you're a good Trainer!"
Calcine and Morgan stood up, pressed their bodies together, and picked up Brandy between them. Finally working in concert, to haul her off to her mother in the most embarrassing way possible.
It wasn't fair that Pix was right. She was proud of them all. So she put up with it watching Sparky giving the cage a fist bump on the way out.
"Awww," Fenny said, upside down in Brandy's view as she dangled over Calcine's shoulder. "Scoria loves to tie me up too. You really are your mother's daughter!"
"Nonsense," Morgan said, "She's handling three of us. You could only manage one."
There was a deathly hush. Brandy's blood ran cold. She hadn't just said that. There was no way.
"Damn," Tips said with a puff of icy breath. "And I thought the Rolycoly would be the fiery one."
Brandy dared a peek; Fenny was ... blushing? Her mother never blushed. This was impossible!
"Goodness," Fenny said, turning to a screen. "Quite the team Brandy, come on. See the results."
Morgan gave Brandy's side a comforting pat as they walked over. Brandy was still in shock. The idea anyone could make her mother blush, let alone because of something she'd done.
She really had changed in ways she hadn't even realized. What else was this scan going to show she hadn't picked up on?
Chapter 122: Catalytic Conversion
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"I love doing this bit." Pix's glowing eyes were spread across a large wall screen, bouncing excitedly as everyone came over to look. "You ready to see the other side of yourselves?"
Calcine was still helping melt Brandy out of the webbing, but she nodded anyway. Seeing the bond between her partners was just too tantalizing to wait for her to be properly presentable. Tips had gone to take care of her Partner in a small waiting area with a couch and a few drinks, offering some chilled water to the exhausted woman in her arms. They were going to sneak a peek, but Brandy didn't mind. She'd have found it impossible to resist in their place.
"I'll walk you through it all," Fenny said, "It'll look a mess to start, but that's normal, I promise you. Our imaging still needs work."
Sparky was bouncing on her feet, dancing in front of the screen. "Brandy got in so much trouble with us all. I want to see who she loves the most."
"That's not how it works." Fenny waved her clipboard at Sparky with a frown. "I'm sure Brandy is quite capable of loving all of you. She has a lot of Joyce energy."
"Does she now?" Morgan was sitting on the edge of a desk, swinging her legs as she looked up at the screen. "We'll have to put that to the test later."
"Oh yes, Joyce's have a long history of being insatiable in bed." Fenny grinned, "Why, if you'd like later, I could-"
"AHEM," Brandy growled, staring at her mother. "Less flirting, more science."
"Take them all out for a meal and tell them stories." Fenny finished. "What did you think I meant?"
"That you were going to fuck us," Calcine said, completely stone-faced serious.
Fenny didn't have the shame to look embarrassed about it, turning to the huge wall screen instead with a swish of her lab coat. "Pix, if you could! Let's see the full imaging."
Pix's face disappeared and was replaced with a picture that looked like someone had thrown up a rainbow. Bright lines of light curled out of a messy splodge of swirling color.
"We're a huge mess." Sparky said, "I knew it."
"No, that's normal." Fenny got a laser pointer and waved it across the screen, circling the giant splodge of color. "To keep it simple, which helps me because we don't know most details anyway, bond energy is two-way. It's generated by Pokémon. Humans act more like a catalyst, where it is forged and returned in slightly larger amounts."
"That doesn't look small," Calcine said, "By any definition of small."
"Correct! That's because of these" Fenny whirled her laser around to point at Brandy's binding balls. "Usually, the bond flows across in small amounts during peak intimacy. We're not sure yet if that's a hard limit or simply to avoid overwhelming the human. But when a human binds with a Pokémon, that channel can be widened, and much more energy can flow through."
"Binding with a human makes you stronger," Sparky nodded, "So that's why I wanted to do it so bad! Well, that and thighs."
"Also a family trait," Fenny said proudly.
"Can I come to a family meeting sometime? Love to meet all the Joyces."
Brandy flicked some of the last bits of webbing at Sparky, who ducked behind Calcine for cover.
"We should have a family reunion. My sister's been out in Kalos for far too long."
All her Partner's ears pricked up at that, Fenny suddenly the center of a very attentive audience.
"So it's just a blotch?" Brandy said, desperately trying to steer the conversation away from potentially fuckable aunts.
"Oh! No, we've not applied filters yet. Thankfully you've quite a diverse team, so it should be a lot clearer for us. It can be trickier with Ace's. Pokémon that share moves seem to have very similar signatures. "Who do you want to see first?"
"I think I'll be the least exciting," Morgan said, "I'm rather new, so shall we go backward from when Brandy met us?"
"I wouldn't say you haven't been excited," Brandy said, "But if that's okay with everyone?"
There weren't any arguments, so the screen darkened as the color faded and parts of the image blurred. Just about visible now in the background were four blurred figures. Brandy couldn't pinpoint exactly which point of their 'Pass the Brandy Parcel' it was, but she was clearly in the middle with her spiky hair.
As everything devolved to a smudge of greys and whites, a shape emerged out of the mess in the pure black that cut through everything else. A dark green silhouette of Morgan, hat and all, with small wispy tendrils of sickly green that floated around her body. A tendril lashed out of her body, piercing one of the blurry figures with a sharp point, and the black spread through their body like plant roots.
"I look like an infection," Morgan tutted. "I'm really more of a dashing rogue. If I stole hearts, I'd do it with much more flair."
"Brand new bonds tend to look a little messy." Fenny said, "This one seems to have sunk deep, though. It's usually a bit more gentle to look at, I'll admit."
"I was on a rebound," Morgan said, arms folded. "Brandy helped me out of a relationship that wasn't working out. Is it suggesting I've latched onto her?"
"Or that you're hungry for a new connection or many other things. I have to stress. We really don't know a lot yet. This is still a fairly new field. I wouldn't take anything you see here to heart. Except that for a new bond, you're already quite intimate."
"Sticking it in so deep already," Sparky gasped. "Gosh, you've no chill."
"Brandy needs a firm hand." Morgan shrugged, "And a firmer-"
No one actually interrupted Morgan. She just stopped and grinned, leaving the words floating there. Brandy went over and touched her stomach, ruffling her hands into her feathers. "Really am happy to have you. You've got a lot of experience to teach me, and you are stunning."
"Oh, I know," Morgan smiled and pulled Brandy into her lap, tracing her fingers along Brandy's hips. "I'll corrupt you fully later. Let's see Calcine."
"Okay, um," Pix mumbled. "This one might look a bit confusing, Fenny."
The black filled in as color returned, and this time, Pix muted out some of the brighter colors and slowly changed the image to enhance the edges of shapes. Morgan had been identifiable, but Calcine was anything but. A swirling vortex of melted energy, light oranges slowly intensifying to a bright red core. Two rivers of orange came out of either end, picking out the blotchy shape of Brandy and an even smudgier-looking Sparky.
Fenny looked at it for a long while, clipboard tapping against her chin. "She's bonded with Sparky? I don't really understand."
"I don't think so, ma'am," Pix said, her eyes briefing appearing over the image. "Let's get Sparky in here too."
The brighter colors returned, jaggy lines of energy that arced out of Sparky, swirling around the river of energy between her and Calcine. The spikes pierced Brandy's body from tip to toe, crackling energy filling her until she looked like Pix had drawn her into the picture with mad pen scribbles.
"A link? That is interesting." Fenny said, "Are you two close?"
"Hate her," Calcine said while Sparky got in a "Rocks for brains."
"They're close," Brandy laughed, brushing her hands over Morgan's feathered arms. "Just don't like to admit it."
Fenny nodded and went over to the pair, looking at them curiously. "There are Pokémon who end up very close, even if the Trainer isn't around. For all my trying, we've never gotten a pair in here before."
That scratched something in the back of Brandy's mind. Had she met a pair like that?
"So I'm getting Rock gunk all over me?" Sparky said, rubbing her hands on Calcine. "Have it back!"
"There's no harm in being close, is there?" Calcine just ignored Sparky, "What's a link do?"
"I suppose it'd be like a power-sharing agreement," Fenny said, swirling her lased pointer over Calcine's skin and Sparky's fur. "Like the story of the Yamper and the sickly Minccino, keeping them from fading with their love."
"That's just a story, though." Sparky said, "And Calcine's not sickly. When she gets fired up, she's unstoppable."
"Well, there may be some truth in it anyway," Fenny said, "It is fascinating! I'd love to do follow-up tests with you both."
"So it's special?" Brandy said, a little too much excitement in her voice. Fenny patted her cheek.
"There's nothing special on that screen." Fenny said, "Just a lot of hard work. Which is as it should be."
Brandy blushed and shied her eyes away. "Feels special."
"Good, that means you're doing well. You've got a strong bond with a new Pokémon and a pair who draw strength from each other. Be proud of that, even if you're not some kind of special hero."
"She's our special hero," Morgan said.
"So twee." Sparky snorted. "Didn't know you had it in you."
"Don't care, she is." Morgan grinned. "And you all know it."
"Morgan got the whole Train ride with Brandy, and she's singing her praises," Sparky said, "But she's not wrong."
Brandy's blush was there for a different reason now, but she couldn't hide her smile. Even if she weren't some one-of-a-kind trainer, she'd settle for being the best in her Partner's eyes.
"So more testing?" Fenny said hopefully. "It'll be worth it!"
"We'd love to," Calcine said. "But we want to tackle the Gym and Brandy's in a tournament too. I don't think we'll have the time for it."
"Maybe I can convince you yet," Fenny said, flashing Brandy a sly look. "But you said a Tournament? I'll have to follow it. Which one?"
"The Wandering Whimscott," Brandy said, "We don't know anything about it yet."
"Oh, I do, I do!" Pix said, reappearing on the screen. "It's a traveling tournament. Hosted in a different city every time, you get to really explore for it! Only for Trainers who haven't won a tournament before, too, to keep the competition fresh."
That made sense why Maple picked it, then. It'd be perfect for a group already planning to travel a lot. If they both did well, she might actually get to fight Maple and probably lose horribly to her, but it'd be so good it'd be worth it.
"Look at her blush," Fenny said, an arm around Calcine and Sparky. "She's excited about it."
"No buttering us up. We're busy!" Sparky said, "You can't trick me into the lab again by being hot and tall."
"Could we find you a different group?" Calcine said, "We'll meet a lot of people anyway. Maybe we could find two Pokémon who are close for you."
"Okay! Okay. I'll let you all have your fun," Fenny sighed. "Even if I am very curious why your bonds got entangled."
"'s a mystery," Sparky said. "We're just a pair of regular Partners."
Fenny narrowed her eyes at her, and Sparky tried to put on an innocent face, making her look even more guilty. Calcine trying to diplomatically get them out of it without having to explain their suspicions. Calcine and Sparky had been ridiculously close at times. It made sense that something like this had happened, and good for them, they really got along well.
Morgan leaned in to whisper to Brandy while she watched. "A shame Harper isn't here, or you could stick Calcine and her in there. I'd love to see the readings for that, though they'd probably break the cage given the chance."
Fuck, they really would. Calcine had two Pokémon girlfriends if you included Sparky and Harper. Was that going to be a secret to her Fire side? Brandy had her suspicions helping Calcine accept her more commanding side was the key to it, but maybe it was more complex than that.
Staring at the messy bond interactions left on the screen, Brandy couldn't help but get excited. She didn't mind being messy at all as long as everyone was having fun, and she was happy to help boost their bonds to new heights. She wanted them all to be as strong as they wanted and then some. They'd just have to drag Morgan into the mess with them and really confuse her mom the next time they came in.
At least they'd avoided disaster with Fenny. Her Partners were staying on her side and not causing trouble between them. It really was appreciated that they would get out of here without someone losing all their clothes.
"Fenny?" Pix said, briefly reappearing. "Scoria says she's landing shortly. Do you want me to send her to the balcony?"
Oh shit. Nevermind. Brandy had to get out of here right away. Or they were going to see things they'd never be able to unsee.
Chapter 123: Hot MILFs in Your Area
Summary:
The Meeting of the Moms
Chapter Text
Doom approached, and Brandy was going to be in its fiery heart. She had but moments to escape it.
"It's been good meeting you, Mom!" Brandy said as she hopped off Morgan's lap and turned to pull Morgan to her feet by her wrists, "We should be going now."
"I haven't met Scoria," Morgan said, "Shouldn't we wait for her?"
"Nooooooooooo..." Brandy looked to Sparky and Calcine for support. They were grinning. What did she really expect?
"We haven't talked about you either, Brandy," Fenny said as Pix reappeared on the screen behind her with a countdown timer. With an impish little smile, she hid behind one of the numbers as Brandy glared at her.
"I love them all a lot. You don't need to tell me that!" Brandy said as she pulled Morgan over to the others and tried to press them all out of the room in a group. They just surrounded her, grabbing her to stop her from escaping.
"True, but your inheritance uptake is pretty strong too. You might have a bit of a bumpy few weeks." Fenny said, "Your Partner's energy empowers itself in you, but it also bleeds out. Sparky's eyes are really just the start. I did notice you're looking a little more filled out. You have been eating well?"
Sparky started cackling.
"Maybe I should have worded that differently." Fenny said with the unabashed smile of someone who'd done it on purpose, "Make sure she doesn't miss her meals, all of you."
Mom endorsed dick-sucking as if this couldn't get any worse.
There was a beep from Pix's timer and a thump from out on the balcony that rattled the glass walls of the building. Oh, right, Brandy had forgotten; it was about to get much worse.
Morgan adjusted her hat and stood up straight as the door slid open.
"Scoria, it's a pleasure to meet y-" a fiery blur bowled into Morgan, the flutter of familiarly soft wings briefly brushed over Brandy.
Scoria had just scooped Morgan right up on her way to Fenny, and now Morgan was pressed between them both. Morgan held onto her hat as her head was lost in pillowy Volcarona chest.
"Fenny," Scoria purred, just a hint of a buzz on the edge of her voice that made the ears twitch. "What a delightful treat you've found us."
Fenny took a kiss that went on far too long as Morgan flailed her winged arms about, trying to find something to grab onto to pull herself out of her marshmallow prison. Every option she found was far too soft for her to get a good grip on and made Scoria's buzzing kiss intensify in sound.
"So," Calcine said hesitantly, "Scoria seems more worked up than usual."
Brandy pinched the bridge of her nose. They were always like this, an eternal embarrassment for her. Fenny was pretty openly flirtatious on her own; it became impossible to endure when she was with Scoria.
"Morgan's my Partner mom!" Brandy yelled. She had to yell because the buzzing was getting to the point where it started to make things vibrate, and once that happened, she'd need a hose to stand a chance of getting their attention. "Let her breathe, please."
Scoria didn't stop kissing the life out of Fenny, but she pulled Morgan out from her chest and pushed her to the one side, Morgan swaying on her feet and catching herself on the wall. She looked stunned, eyes unfocused as she fanned herself with a wing. Brandy saw Tips on the couch, still watching with an amused smile. No help to be found there. Tips clearly planned to wait for her turn.
"It's cute your parents love each other so much," Sparky said.
Fenny was kicking her feet as Scoria held her up, their kiss a wet glucking din as Scoria took Fenny's throat with her tongue. It was much longer than usual, but Brandy rarely saw that outside of her absolutely destroying a milkshake.
"Cute is not the word I'd use," Morgan panted, sweat beading on the end of her feathers. "She's so warm!"
"Brandy and I are warm too," Calcine said, "You like that, do you?"
Their rivalry helped shake Morgan back to some sense, straightening her back as she tried to look cool. It was hard when her feathers were all ruffled and getting moist. "The Joyce family continues to surprise."
Fenny was breathless after the kiss, hands pawing up Scoria's body and trailing fingertips over the fluttering wings. The dopiest smile on her face.
"Mmmmm. Scoria, you can't just flutter in here. I'm working," Fenny said softly, and from her grabby hands, it was clear this was all just talk.
Scoria had already been going for another kiss, but she paused to press on Fenny even more firmly, squashing her into the wall. "Put me in the cage then. We can do work."
"Also, our daughter is here."
"Oh?" Scoria looked back, her glowing eyes narrowing to look at Brandy like she'd never seen her before. "Brandy! I thought I heard your voice. It sounds so like my Fenny's."
Brandy wanted nothing to do with this, but she had no choice when she was singled out. She went for the safe option, pointing to her eyes. "Wanted to show Fenny my new bug eyes."
"A bit more like me? I'm flattered. Thank you, Sparky, you are a good girl."
"Never done wrong!" Sparky nodded. "I'll make sure plenty of Bug gets in her."
Calcine was smirking, giving Sparky a fond fur rub as she watched Brandy try to keep her cool. Poor Morgan was just the picture of flustered awkwardness, looking to Brandy for guidance. Well, if anyone was an expert on being embarrassed by these two, it was her.
"This is Morgan. She's a Murkrow who is teaching me some tricks," Brandy said with a tip of her hand, swishing over Scoria and Fenny, the latter slowly sinking into Scoria's bust like it was quicksand. "Morgan, this is Scoria, my Poké-mom."
"Poké-mom. Cute."
"My little Larvesta is awfully cute," Scoria said proudly. "You, on the other hand, are quite delightful. I'm glad Brandy has a lady with wings in her life."
Morgan fluttered her wings out; they weren't on her back like Scoria's, so she had to spread her arms, but it looked more like a great feathered cloak that would double as wings when she did so. An impressive look that Scoria was more than happy to appreciate.
"Take her places she'd never see without you," Scoria nodded, "and if you need to wander, then Fenny and I could show you a place or two."
"Absolutely no stealing, my Partners!" Brandy cut crosses in the hair with her arms. "Forbidden! They'd never be the same."
"I wouldn't mind being changed." Morgan licked her lips. Then burst into black feathers as Calcine tried to punch her arm playfully and reappeared on the other side of the Rolycoly, tapping her arm. "But I am happy with the Joyce I've got, thank you very much. I want to do things to her more."
"Loyalty only counts if you don't wander," Calcine rumbled.
"Then let's hope Brandy's mothers don't get any hotter. I'm only Pokémon."
Brandy buried her face in her hands and resolved never to come out. She lived here now, burning in shame. The Eternal Shame.
"Still think you can handle them?" Fenny laughed as she tipped back Scoria's chin and kissed her neck. Fluttering wings, a cool breeze Morgan angled herself to get into. "They seem a rambunctious bunch."
"Brandy has a unique style," Sparky said, "She loves us teasing her so much she can't stop us. Not without putting me in a headlock, anyway."
It was a start. Brandy got her arm around Sparky and bent her into a headlock, feeling the leather of her Choker against her skin as she squealed happily. "Calcine, can you get Morgan? I think we should give them some space."
Tips waved from the couch. Brandy would say she was playing it cool, but she had a limit for puns; Fenny and Sparky had quickly run through that.
"Wait," Scoria said, "Before you go, sweetheart, Fenny has something for you."
"I swear if this is a-" Brandy's throat went dry as her words faltered, Fenny was fishing her necklace out of her cleavage. She'd worn it as long as Brandy could remember; it was much a part of her mom as her red hair or an incredible knack for losing clothes when Scoria was around.
"When Scoria was my little Larvesta, we used this," Fenny said. The necklace chain was a simple silver, going down to a socketed fitting with a red pearl implanted in it. Swirling within were flames that never went out. "Until she could admit she loved me enough to know no shame."
"A little shame would have been nice to keep," Brandy mumbled, but she was shocked. This was a big gesture. It was pretty much a physical piece of their relationship.
"You can use it," Fenny said, gesturing Brandy over. "It'll help Calcine. She's got a lot of growing to do. Don't worry about it being old; we've kept it flush with energy."
"Mom, it's too much," Brandy said, "But thank you."
"You can give it back someday." Fenny smiled, leaning on Scoria. "I got all I need right here. Maybe pass it down to a daughter. Or sister."
"Okay," Brandy nodded. "Absolutely. Uh. I don't have a sister?"
"Yet," Scoria growled. "But we are going to work on that today. Now that you're out in the world."
Oh. So that's why Scoria was so worked up.
"A baby Joyce!" Sparky squealed in her headlock. "Can we have one?"
Brandy just tightened her grip as she tried getting the necklace over her head with one hand. Calcine came over to help, thumb rubbing over the red stone. "I love it; we'll take good care of it for you. Send you some pictures."
"Do that. Be lovely to have a name for the Dex to send messages to. We'll send you videos back, "
"Of what?" Calcine asked, unable to take her gaze off the Fire Stone.
Brandy grabbed Calcine's arm and dragged her to the door. "Of what? What would the videos be of?"
Morgan covered Calcine's ears as she nodded to Fenny. "I was wrong about you. Good luck surviving all of that."
"All of this is going to destroy me!" Fenny buried her face in the soft fuzz Scoria wore as a mane. Replying in a muffled voice. "That's how we got Brandy."
Brandy got everyone out of there before they could tell the story. She'd spend her whole life dodging it if she could.
"A Sister," Morgan said as she helped march everyone out. "You'll have to work hard. Big Sisters have to be full of fun stories."
"With all of you, I don't think I'll be short of those," Brandy smiled as Calcine tucked the necklace into Brandy's top. "Just short on ones I can actually tell her."
Chapter 124: Grill Queen
Summary:
Brandy makes a meal of a Gym Challenge.
Chapter Text
Dumping off their bags before the Gym seemed a pretty sensible move. There wasn't any benefit to lugging all that weight about. Thankfully, Calcine had kept the address slip they'd gotten from the Poké-center safe, so it was just a case of wandering about and asking for directions until they could find the place. Their final destination was a surprisingly large house with a well-manicured front lawn, hedges cut into strange interlinking geometric shapes, and a mechanical chirping bird hopping on a perch above the door.
"We're not this noisy," Morgan huffed, squinting at the bird as it sounded out their arrival. "Also, are we sure this is the place?"
A bank vault was missing its door somewhere because the front door was a ridiculous fortress. Saw-toothed runners fitted into cogs were already moving as the door clanked and moved as the bird chirped. The massive steel slab rolled around in its fitting as ornate clockwork pieces it folded out and back in. Brandy didn't want to put her fingers near something that might just be a titanic hydraulic press. The only visible handle on the door was a sliding plate, but it stubbornly refused to move even with some pushing from Calcine.
"Hold up!" the mechanical bird said, voice tinny as it stopped chirping and ducked down to look at them. "Who are you?"
"Brandy Joyce," Brandy said, waving at the clockwork bird as it turned its head to look at her. She held up Calcine's arm with the address slip. "You signed up at the Poké-center to house Trainers?"
"Oh!" the bird bobbed on the perch excitedly. "Trinket is going to love this. Um, do you need to come in? She's tying somebody up right now, and it takes me forever to solve the door puzzles."
A lot to unpack there. But some Pokémon could be very peculiar. Some kind of puzzle house was strange but not completely out there.
"We just want to drop off the bags." Calcine said, "Can we do that and come back when Trinket is ready? We're going to try the Gym."
"Sure! We had to put in something because our mail lady nearly went insane."
With a hiss, a section of the stone wall opened, a chute entrance sliding out of it. Sparky peeked inside thoughtfully. "I could wiggle through that."
"Maybe, it'd be pretty embarrassing if you got stuck, though," the bird said. "I'm Polly, just drop your things in, and I'll put them in your rooms and warn Trinket you're coming once she's finished having fun. We'll be happy to have you! Trinket's always busy. Some more lovely ladies around would be a treat."
Well, that explains why this place is taking guests. Brandy was sure none of her Partners would complain about earning their stay. Sparky was grinning already. They loaded their bags into the chute and gave it a push. Once it was back in the wall, Brandy could barely see its seams with her new eyes. Without them, it'd have been totally invisible. A really clever design for such an odd house.
"There a lot of you waiting in there?" Sparky asked, twirling her hair in her finger.
"Oh, Trinket has about six of us. Some come and go. Will that be a problem?"
"Bring the chute back. I'm going in." Sparky pressed at the wall to try the chute back out until Calcine collared her and lifted her off the ground.
"Gym first."
"Make me," Sparky grinned. "We got needy ladies in there."
Calcine swung Sparky around to face Brandy, the grinning Joltik squirming to get out of Brandy's grip.
"What am I meant to do?" Brandy said, "She's just being a pest."
A few fingers curled through Brandy's hair, stroking the back of her head as she felt the ruffle of Morgan's wrist feathers tease her skin. Morgan gently pushed Brandy forward, face-planting her into Sparky's chest. Brandy's face smushed into soft fat as Sparky's arms wrapped around her, her chin nuzzling into her hair.
"Bite," Morgan commanded, her voice husky in Brandy's ear. Brandy acted without thinking about it, just taking a mouthful of breast and sinking her teeth in. Sparky made a delightful high-pitched squeal. She kicked her legs against Brandy's thighs until Calcine dropped her to the ground, and she popped out of Brandy's mouth as she folded up into a twitching heap.
"Gym?" Calcine asked.
"Do whatever you want to me, you beautiful ladies," Sparky mumbled in a heap on the ground.
They went to the Gym, the mechanical bird giggling ringing in their ears as they left.
--
"Turrfield's gym looks so stupid." Sparky groaned as they looked up at Motostoke's Gym. Brandy didn't want to admit it looked more impressive, but the great twin smoke towers and the shining glass fitted into steel frames certainly made it more imposing. It was like walking into the mouth of a glittering, fiery beast and perfectly captured what Motostoke was known for. New Money and Industry, ready to surge out and take over the world.
Still, Brandy had some hometown pride to fight for. "You don't like the donut?"
"I love donuts. I just don't think they're cool. This is badass. Flashy."
"That's because of Type," Calcine said. "Fire is flashy and in your face. Grass is for everybody."
She'd gotten all stiff-backed and serious as they approached the Gym. Brandy could feel Calcine's building nerves about leading this, but she wouldn't point them out, only making her worry more. Supportive of all ideas was the way forward.
"Overflowing Emotions was the theme this season, so we should expect to get worked up?"
Calcine nodded. "Fire is unafraid of their emotions and let them all hang out."
"How very Dark of you, though I guess there is a difference." Morgan smiled, then side-eyed Sparky. "Did you actually get donuts at Turrfield?"
"Nah, it just looked like a donut. With sprinkles. We didn't get any food."
"Missed opportunity," Morgan tutted, "Well, this Gym is better then. It looks grand."
Morgan. Bribable with donuts. Noted.
"Calcine, you're in charge from here," Brandy said, "Direct as you need to."
Her back somehow got even straighter, her eyes pulsing a soft orange as she looked over the team one by one.
"Morgan," Calcine asked, "You do the fire gym in Unova?"
"It's a mixed team gym actually, a few different Types in it along with Fire, but we never got around to it. This'll be my first."
"Shame," Calcine tapped her fingers on her arm as she mulled her options over. "Let's just take it head on then, support each other as needed. Learn all we can in case we need another attempt. We'll have an easier time of it."
"They do switch it up," Sparky said, "So I'll keep an eye out for anything they don't use, just in case. I'm not getting Honeycrisp'd again, even if it was kind of awesome."
"Honeycrisp'd?" Morgan raised an eyebrow.
"Oh! You weren't there for that. Let me tell you about giant Brandy thigh times."
It was a story that took much telling and only a little exaggeration on Sparky's part. It had been crazy enough that she didn't need to embellish it. Brandy followed after Calcine as she took the lead in finding the staff to sign up, holding her arm and smiling as Calcine went through the process with the slightly confused staff, who kept sneaking Brandy looks, which Brandy returned with smiles and nods. Maybe it was the first time a Pokémon signed up for a gym battle, but there wasn't any rule the Trainer had to do. Just only one Trainer per team.
They had to sit about for a little bit in the lobby area, it seemed the Fire Gym ran to a schedule and couldn't just start right away, but it meant they had a chance to admire the clockwork mechanisms built into the Gym and catch up Morgan more on the adventure so far. She refused to believe someone like Mahi really existed, which would surprise her when they finally met Maple again. Then there was the other problem Brandy had...
"Just because Mercury can't get in my mind doesn't mean I'll be able to defeat her effortlessly," Morgan said, using the tables paper napkins to tie bows into Sparky's hair. "Type advantage doesn't mean an easy win. You have to leverage it. She might just find me frustrating and try to plant me in the ground."
Calcine nodded furiously. It was really adorable how seriously she was taking her leadership role. "You don't have a special interaction with this Gym, but Sparky will struggle against Fire. I just have to work around it, and she can still do well."
"I love how forward they are. It's cool." Sparky nodded, a few napkin bows escaping, only to return with a swirl of Morgan's hand and a quick gust of wind. "Dragging me into the most fun kinds of trouble. I can't wait for you to always be like that."
"I'm not going to be trouble." Calcine glared. "I can control it, and for this Gym, I'm the strongest."
Her fight with Harper didn't seem all that controlled, but a desire for strength sounded about right.
"Bend it over for us," Brandy nodded.
Their name was called over the announcement speakers, and they all scrambled to get to the doors in time. Sparky and Morgan pulled Brandy back from the edge of her seat. They crawled over each other with mad giggles to try to beat Brandy to it while Calcine fumed at the doorway, waiting for them.
"Behave for me," Cacline growled. "Or else."
"Yes, ma'am," Brandy gulped, "Keep it up."
The door opened with a hiss, and they stepped on through to the first challenge.
--
The smell of smoke hit first. It was thick in the air and smelled like burning wood, but it wasn't unpleasant. It had the smell of spices to it, and something delicious was frying.
"Oh my gosh, Turrfield can suck it; this is awesome." Sparky gasped.
The room wasn't huge, stone tile from side to side and with some large steel ducts built into the ceiling, slowly sucking away the haze of smoke in the room.
The lady in the middle of the room was huge, because her lower body was a massive blood-red tail she had coiled up into a circle and was warming bowls of rice and sauces and frying strips of fish on her segmented snake-like body. Her upper body rose up out of the center of the coils, and she was working at keeping every going tidily with enthusiasm. Her hair was tied up with golden ribbons into a massive raised ponytail that flicked about her head as she passed out food and compliments.
She wasn't wearing a stitch apart from her ribbons and had enough of a chest shelf to balance teacups on each breast. A teapot was warming up in a cleavage they could have easily lost Sparky in.
She looked up at the group as they entered, golden eyes with red pupils roving over them in a way that felt very judgemental, and from the little fanged smile she gave at the end, the judgment had come up positive.
"Come sit, my delicious little morsels," she said, flames curling out of the edges of her mouth. "No money needed to enjoy yourself at Spitfire's Grill."
When a fiery snake lady asks you to eat off her, you say yes. Though Brandy looked to Calcine for confirmation, she hesitantly nodded, watching their backs as they approached.
Spitfire laid some bowls out for them and leaned over to kiss Brandy on the tip of her nose. How her body uncoiled to do it was a pleasure to watch and made Brandy tremble with excitement.
"I do love a tall and cute one. Sorry to make you wait, but it takes a little to get everything ready. Sit, eat, and once you've finished every last bite." Her eyes lit up, and burning spots gleamed all over her segmented body. A wave of heat rolled out enough that Brandy felt her skin prickling as she began to sweat. "I'm going to destroy you all."
Chapter 125: Snake Eater
Summary:
Brandy gets tricky and makes a meal of herself.
Chapter Text
Calcine was staring at all the food laid out over Spitfire's long, segmented tail with a gleam in her eyes that Brandy just knew was the start of a plan. One that was going to put the whole team through the wringer. Was this how it felt to be on the other side of this sort of thing?
It was hard not to get excited about it. Not being in control of the fight left open so many possibilities Brandy's mind was reeling, trying to guess ahead. Spitfire was gorgeous and easily big enough to handle a few of them at once. She had no doubt if it came to a fight, she'd crush them in seconds. Which might not be that bad a thing. Brandy was up for a little crushing from a gorgeous snake lady. Or whatever kind of snakey Bug Spitfire was.
"We have to eat it all," Calcine said as she picked some seared fish off Spitfire's tail and dipped it in a pot of sticky black sauce. "What if we eat really slowly?"
"Then I might get bored," Spitfire said with a throaty chuckle, "And skip right to dessert."
Spitfire had a terrifying smile, huge fangs, and razor-sharp teeth. It looked like she could chew through solid rock, and the way she stared hungrily at Calcine made it clear she planned to do just that as soon as possible.
Calcine rolled up the sauce, dipped the fish, and held it out for Brandy. "First bite for you then."
Brandy went to reach up and grab it, but Morgan grabbed her wrists and nudged her forward with her chest.
"Overflowing Emotions," Morgan whispered. "Keep the big girl entertained."
Right, just because Calcine was in charge didn't mean she could just tune out. She had to think like a Pokémon, which meant not just following orders but trying to anticipate them. The best way to make up for a mistake was to try harder, so Brandy just went for it. She took a bite off the end of the fish roll, let it melt on her tongue, and couldn't hold back a little moan. It was good, really good. Perfectly seared through and juicy, the strong salty flavor of the fish had just a hint of smokiness that must have been imparted from Spitfire herself. If she tasted that good, then Brandy was going to lick her clean. The tangy sauce it was dipped in lingered on her tongue after she'd swallowed, a rich mix of flavors that was fun to let swill around her mouth and just made her hungry for more.
She looked at the rest of the roll, and her mouth began watering. Brandy leaned forward to get another bite. Calcine pulled it out of her reach. "Can I get more, please?"
"She's a messy eater," Calcine grinned and firmly turned Brandy towards their chef before bending her over one of Spitfire's coils. It didn't burn like a grill, Spitfire's skin was hot, but like Calcine, she could direct the heat along her body to cook the food. Her tail had a little give to it, like a good hard mattress, and the warmth soothed her muscles' complaints about it.
"There's no napkins," Calcine tutted. "Spitfire, can you clean up our lovely Trainer?"
"Mm-hmm," Spitfire replied as she lowered herself to look at Brandy with those fiery golden eyes. A hand under Brandy's jaw let Spitfire drag her forward, her tongue lashing out to lick the sticky sauce off Brandy's face. Her tongue glowed in Brandy's eyes, wreathed in a blazing fire that tickled at Brandy's skin. That hot length of fire-wrapped muscle languidly licked the sauce from Brandy's lips and cheeks. The heat spilling off from the warm muscle made Brandy's brain boil rather than sear her skin. It was more intense than Calcine's usual comforting Incinerate, more sharp and dizzying to be exposed to. Brandy wiggled her hips, hoping one of her Partners saw the Pokédex in her back pocket.
Spitfire's empowered tongue was nimble on top of all her other advantages, dodging Brandy's attempts to get her lips around it, Spitfire chuckling to herself at Brandy's failed attempts, the china of her tea set clanking together atop her bust. Her balance really was incredible.
There was a loud thwack and a clatter of plastic skittering across the ground. Brandy's head was still swimming as Spitfire pulled away and glared off to the side.
"No Poké-dex at the table," Spitfire wagged the tip of her tail at Sparky. "That's very rude."
"That was awesome," Sparky said reverently. "You must have so much fun with that tail."
"Oh, you'll get to find out just how much if you hurry up and eat," Spitfire smirked. "But it's so nice to see a fellow Bug. I think you deserve something yourself."
"Not spicy," Sparky said quickly. "But anything else."
"Of course not, you sweet little morsel; I know just what tastes you like." Spitfire rose back up to the center of her coils, leaving Brandy aching for more licks. An absolutely deadly woman, she got a hold of Sparky's throat and tipped her head back, dripping sauce along her arm and into Sparky's mouth, before feeding Sparky little bits of fish as she snapped at Spitfire's fingers.
Morgan and Calcine got an arm each around Brandy and sandwiched her in as they plied her with more food, keeping their voices low.
"Sparky's got her for a moment," Calcine said as she took a bite before pulling Brandy in for a flavourful kiss. Brandy bit at Calcine's bottom lip as she kept explaining the plan. "We can amuse Spitfire all we want, but we have to devise a way to turn her meal against her."
"She's got pride as a cook," Morgan said, pulling Brandy back for a kiss. She dropped Brandy into her cleavage after that quick peck, a small ball of something sweet was there for Brandy to tackle as she talked. Even if this was only to act like they were just playing too, Brandy didn't mind; face smushed into a feathery soft chest made this meal one of the best she'd ever had. "And she liked a taste of Brandy. She's got some of Sparky's mischief in her; we should play on that."
"Like Sparky?" Calcine said as she pulled Brandy's top down to lay some food along Brandy's shoulder blades. Calcine and Morgan took turns bending to snap it off, which compressed Brandy even more into her wonderfully soft prison. She was doing her best to pay attention, but Morgan was making it really hard. "A shame we can't swap food about. I'd have a plan there."
"Morgan can," Brandy muffled. It wasn't taking charge if it was helping with a plan, just offering some of her Trainer knowledge. "Foul Play is perfect for swapping things."
"Oh, then we just need the perfect bait," Calcine said, letting her tongue drag along Brandy's shoulder blades after her bite. Morgan also got in on the action, the pair of them giving Brandy's back a strange make-out that made Brandy shiver between them with needy anticipation. She desperately wanted someone to do more to her, grab or bite. Cruelly they were focused on winning till, using the foreplay to whisper to each other as they cleaned her up, Brandy unable to make out the words because her face was so firmly stuffed into Morgan's chest.
The sacrifices she made for this team were immeasurable.
Spitfire's fire gaze returned to them, the tall snake lady towering overhead as Sparky was in a limp, boneless heap between the coils of her tail. She wore a look of absolute delight on her face as Spitfire squeezed her between those thick coils. Brandy made to try to offer more food, but Spitfire's tongue lashed out and dragged her upwards, plundering her mouth in a hot passionate kiss.
Brandy was out of her league. Her tongue couldn't keep up with the fiery inferno of Spitfire's, her fingers unable to find any purchase on Spitfire's body as the warmth of the kiss blazed through her. The whole of Spitfire's tongue was a raging bonfire of sensation. The heat washing over her made her body tingle in pleasure.
"Sparky's fun," Spitfire growled. "But I'm getting hungry for something a bit more substantial."
Brandy felt herself go wet below. Literally, something splashed over her stomach.
"Oops," Morgan said, "Sorry, Brandy, I missed your hands. I've got this sweet sauce all over your belly now."
"Pin her down, Spitfire," Calcine called up, "I'm sure we can find a way to mop it up."
Being pinned down on Spitfire's coils, with Spitfire above her doing the holding, was not as scary as Brandy expected. The warmth of the snake lady's body was inviting. The way Spitfire's muscles shifted under the thick rubbery skin of her tail made Brandy squirm, sauce pouring down the rivulets off her abs. Calcine dipping fish into it, "Ah, now this is eating."
Was there a plan? Did it matter? This was great.
"Going to take a bite of your Rolycoly next. She's delicious looking," Spitfire growled, her burning eyes locked on Brandy's abs. "But I can have an appetizer."
Spitfire dived to press her face into Brandy's stomach, her red hair flicking up and tickling Brandy's nose as she just went feral on Brandy's stomach, gnashing away, the prick of her fangs making Brandy gasp in between her long, fiery licks. Spitfire's fiery tongue danced between her breasts, chasing the sauce up that Calcine was happily smearing everywhere with the fish. This much attention lavished on her body was a treat Brandy hadn't expected. She really felt like a buffet for them all to enjoy, and all three with getting in licks and bites while Sparky hugged at Spitfire's squeezing coils.
"Catch," Calcine called as she flicked the sauce-covered bit of meat Spitfire's way, and she reflexively snapped at it. Right as Morgan clicked her fingers and the morsel flashed black, a long red pepper appeared in its place.
The crunch as Spitfire's teeth tore through it was thunderous. The silence that followed was even more deafening as Brandy caught her breath.
"Look, Calcine," Morgan grinned, "There's a tear in her eye."
"There is? A Fire-type who can't handle the heat?" Calcine gave Morgan a nudge with her elbows. "Her tastebuds must be all Bug, and I know how badly Sparky handles spicy food."
Spitfire's spit splattered over Brandy's front as she choked, sizzling against Brandy's skin.
"I can handle spice!" she mewled, "Just give me a little milk first!"
"Ah ah," Morgan waved a finger. "You're going to have to bargain for it."
"Or," Spitfire growled, tongue lolling out around her fingers as she tried to stroke the pepper off it. Brandy knew that just made it worse. "I can crush you all and take it."
"I'll drink it out of spite. But you play along, and I'll pour some out on our dear Brandy here, and you can soothe yourself on her."
This was an evil plan, but it had certainly thrown Spitfire off her game. Her eyes narrowed, and then she gave everyone a wicked smile. "Clever trick, but what if I just"
Spitfire licked along Brandy's thigh, looking down the length of it to Brandy's waiting pussy. "Found something else wet to cool it off with."
Calcine's plan was clever, but Brandy couldn't let Spitfire worm her way out of this; she had to cut off anyways for the Bug to sneak away from playing along.
"Don't you fucking dare!" Brandy squeaked, "Wash it off first!"
"Oh, seems your Trainer has orders. Hand over the milk." Spitfire smirked. "Then I'm going to bite me off a chunk of cheeky rock."
"Brandy's not giving the orders," Calcine folded her arm. "I am, and I don't negotiate with pussy terrorists."
"Negotiate," Brandy kicked her legs, "Negotiate! Listen to her Spitfire; she's crazy! I don't want that much fire down there! You want this pussy you'll have to convince them to give it up!"
Brandy hammed it up a little, but only a little. There was a not zero chance Spitfire might actually do it, and if she did, Brandy was going to try to twist the Centiskorch's tongue right off.
"You'll crack. Got no leverage." Calcine said, "I'm in charge Spitfire; ravaging Brandy won't get you a thing."
Spitfire looked between Brandy and Calcine like they were speaking in a foreign language. "The Rolycoly is calling the shots?"
"Yeah, she's crazy." Brandy gasped. "You better do as she says!"
"Fine," Spitfire huffed. "But this seems like cheating, and I don't go easy on cheats."
"I'm a huge cheat," Sparky burbled and squealed happily as Spitfire crushed her with her coils. Sparky flopped down on her front, sparks crackling in her fur as she rubbed her face against Spitfire's tail. "And I'm in love."
Brandy was sure there were no rules that could possibly cover what they were doing, so they were probably safe. But hopefully, the follow-up plan was just as willing to bend the rules. Brandy's pussy was going to feel the heat if it wasn't.
Chapter 126: Lighting the fires
Summary:
Brandy is about to take on a pretty big challenge.
Chapter Text
Spitfire was losing her patience fast, the hot pepper had her puffing angrily, and Morgan shaking the milk at her wasn't helping. Spitfire was clearly no pushover. She oozed confidence, and Brandy was pretty sure this test was set up, so just fighting her would quickly turn into a loss. Overwhelming Emotion was the theme, so getting Spitfire worked up was clearly the way to win. Working up a Fire type should be easy, but their tempers were usually on pretty short fuses, and making her angry was just as easy as getting them worked up.
Brandy just had to trust that Calcine knew what she was doing, or this might become a very embarrassing loss for all of them.
"You do something for us, and you can have this," Morgan said, dangling the thin glass of milk between her fingers.
Spitfire's golden eyes stared so intensely at the milk it should have boiled. The red pupils lifted to settle on Calcine, the tip of her flame-wreathed tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted. It made her large chest swell against Brandy, firm and soft if you ignored the teapot stuffed between it. She gave them a few kisses anyway; Spitfire was having it rough.
"Out of patience, name your price, or I will take it." Spitfire hissed, flames spilling out of her mouth, hot spit drizzling over her breasts.
"You're going to fuck Brandy." Calcine said, "And we're going to help."
Well, she'd wanted Calcine to get in touch with her fire side. Being awful at making plans might, unfortunately, come with that.
"Deal, milk first." Spitfire's coils unfurled as she surged forward, Sparky hanging onto her side as everything on her rolled around. It was amazing nothing fell off; she had a lot of practice doing this. Spitfire held out a hand, and Morgan handed the glass of milk over.
Watching a huge snake lady slug back a glass of milk in one go was weirdly sexy. Something about how the throat moved as she swilled it round her mouth, or just the sheer intensity of it. She swallowed, then dragged Brandy up, finally putting the teapot out of the way as Brandy leaned her arms on Spitfire's chest for support. She was tall as she wanted to be with her segmented snake body, and right now, she was scraping the ceiling.
"Clean my mouth out," Spitfire commanded, kissing Brandy so firmly it made her toes curl. Brandy liked spicy food almost as much as spicy ladies, so she did as she was told and made out with Spitfire as messily as she could. Brandy loved a bit of spice, and a heat-infused kiss that made her tongue burn in the way that got her salivating was something she didn't know she'd ever wanted until now.
"I don't know if I'm going to survive long enough for the Leader fight," Sparky mumbled, still happily curled up in Spitfire's coils. "I have found my place in the world."
"Brandy's still going to reward you later. I'm sure she'll think of something extra special if we win," Calcine said as she stepped up to Spitfire's side and touched her hands along her chest, down to the soft underside of her tail. "Spitfire? We're missing something here."
Spitfire had a mouth full of Brandy's tongue and wasn't about to give it up, so she just waved the tip of her tail at Calcine to continue.
"Where's the dick on you?" Calcine said, "There's a lot to search."
That flaming tongue curled around Brandy's and squeezed, blissfully intense heat sweeping through Brandy and pooling in her stomach. It nearly made her cum right there, and then the feeling of all that power racing around inside her was making her body do crazy things. Spitfire pulled out of the kiss with a wet pop and smirked as Brandy collapsed breathlessly onto her shoulder.
"It's a challenge, isn't it? I said I'd fuck her with your help, so help."
"Maybe she doesn't have one," Morgan said, fluttering a wing and making waves of air tickle Spitfire's stomach, stirring up the scent of all the food still cooking on her body. "Became an excellent cook to compensate for her terrible lack of cock."
"Oh, I am going to enjoy breaking all of you," Spitfire growled. "I've never been so tempted to throw the rules aside."
Brandy wanted Calcine to do her thing, but that didn't mean she couldn't help. So she rubbed, firmly holding Spitfire's back as she ground her body against her stomach and the adjoining tail. The little ridges where the sections of her tail joined up had pleasant bumps that teased at her skin and got under her skirt. The feeling of them rippling over her pussy was a pleasant surprise. It felt surprisingly good, the hard ridges with a soft edge? Brandy ground a little harder as the heat from Spitfire's body washed over her.
"Perhaps we need to pin her down and smack it out of her," Morgan said and then looked at the fiery gemstone necklace nestled between Calcine's cleavage. "We got options. Calcine, you want to do the thing?"
"No, we can do this without." Calcine slapped a hand on Brandy's ass instead. "Spitfire's playing tough, but a woman this hot in her arms, she's not going to be able to resist."
"She's not bad." Spitfire snorted. "I've had a lot of trainers."
"Not like this one." Calcine pressed down on Brandy's ass and helped to grind her. Firm and hard, it was making Spitfire waver in the air as their breasts rubbed together. Brandy was horribly outmatched, but what she lacked in size, she made up for with enthusiasm, every touch of their nipples together a quick but electrifying tussle that had Brandy's spine curling. Spitfire didn't move, but the food around them sizzled just a bit hotter. It was having some kind of effect.
"Brandy will do anything for Pokémon," Sparky said as she nuzzled her face over Spitfire's tail. "Imagine what you want to do to her, and she'll let you."
"I've known her only a little," Morgan nodded, dancing her hand over Spitfire's back, fingers trailing along the ridges of her tail, exploring gently. "But it's true, you've entertained us. Now we're going to entertain you."
"I could have you all in my coils and crush you whenever I wanted," Spitfire's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "But there are rules I have to obey to get there. Give you all a chance. You're just going to let me win?"
Calcine rubbed her hand along the underside of Spitfire's tail, trying to feel for a cock that surely had to be hiding somewhere. "Brandy wants to fuck you; you want to fuck her. Why make this so awfully complicated?"
"You think you can trick me." Spitfire flicked her fire whip tongue at Calcine, licking along her arm. She was about to say more, but Brandy ground down hard, taking advantage of Calcine's hand on her ass to really apply the pressure and make Spitfire groan.
"You're overthinking this," Brandy said, pulling on a lock of Spitfire's gorgeous red hair. "I can feel the heat coming off you, you want this, and I'm giving it to you. Fuck me up."
Spitfire still looked unconvinced, looking between them all like they were about to jump her at any second. So one of them did. Morgan moved quicker than the eye could see, a flashing blur that reappeared riding Spitfire from behind. Her arms were wrapped in a hug, and her fingers squeezed into all those mountains of tit flesh, Morgan's fingers sinking deep as flecks of black energy rolled off them. It was intense enough to make the Spitfire yelp and straighten up like an arrow, her tail twitching madly behind her from Morgan's sudden Feint Attack.
"Let's see that dick," Morgan whispered in Spitfire's ear. "You're going to take her apart for us."
There was a cracking noise, like a shell breaking, and Brandy felt the tip of something hard press up against her stomach. She tried to shy away from the hard poke that was now digging into her stomach, only for Calcine to press her back firmly to squash down on the new thickness rolling out Spitfire's hidden pocket.
"Yes!" Calcine's eyes lit up. "I knew it was there somewhere."
The dick pressing into Brandy's stomach was thick, hard, and boiling with pent-up energy as she felt it slide over her body.
"Hot damn." Sparky whistled, "She's got two tails, impressive. Really, really impressive."
"Biggest you've seen?" Spitfire smirked, and Sparky shivered.
"It might actually be," Sparky stretched and laid back against Spitfire. "Damn, even Mercury. Woof. You got this right, Calcine?"
"I believe in my Trainer," Calcine nodded."She'll do what she's told, and she will ride that cock."
Brandy could feel a thickness against her stomach that defied belief. The way it rubbed against her and flexed heavily against her was mesmerizing. She found it hard to press it back with her stomach, as thick and firm as Spitfire's tail. A monster of a cock, just like Spitfire was a towering monster of a Pokémon. Brandy tried to get her hands around it, but there was so much she couldn't even wrap her hands around the length.
"Not going to lie, I find this obedient Trainer thing pretty fucking hot." Spitfire grinned. "You going to do whatever I say, my sweet little morsel? Even if I want to fuck you so hard, I break a few ribs?"
Her tail brushed over the bottom of Brandy's feet as it writhed past, tickling as Spitfire moved to press Brandy between her upper body and the never-ending coils below. The tip of her tail writhing around one of Brandy's ankles and tugging her body out straight before worming its way up higher. The hard end of it teased along Brandy's thighs, and Spitfire rubbed her dick over Brandy's front. She only caught a glimpse of it between their bodies, but it made her throat go thick, having to swallow hard to clear it. She wasn't sure if Spitfire was bigger than Mercury, but it was so damn close it didn't matter.
"What if I want to use my tail, too," Spitfire purred. "Break you from both ends. Can I do that? Fuck you until you're cooked through, then serve you up for your Partners to feast on?"
"Whatever you want," Brandy said, "I can take it."
She wasn't sure she could, but Calcine had got her this far; she just had to trust there was more to the plan than all her holes getting stretched to breaking point. Because there was no way she was going to outfuck Spitfire on her own, she was way too much of a woman.
"Oh, you are a treat," Spitfire smiled, "More Trainers should do as they're told. Now, let me show you why losing is no bad thing."
Chapter 127: Can't Take the Heat
Summary:
The plan was just sex.
Chapter Text
Trapped in the arms of a horny Centiskorch, her cock pulsing against Brandy's stomach and her breath hot on Brandy's forehead, it was hard to think. If Brandy had been in charge, she wouldn't have let herself get into this situation. The warm line of Spitfire's cock rubbed over Brandy's stomach and made her spine curl as she writhed needily in Spitfire's arms.
Well. She wouldn't have gotten into this situation so early.
The challenge was clearly to distract Spitfire, get her all worked up, and channel all that emotion. Maybe share food with her until she was too sluggish to fuck, or compliment her so much she began to blush and let you off because she liked you. Spitfire had made it clear getting fucked was the punishment, and yet, here she was. About to get fucked senseless with Calcine and Morgan egging Spitfire on.
Thinking was overrated; she was just going to enjoy it. Spitfire was hot in a lot of ways, and getting plowed into a warm puddle sounded really good.
"Brandy," Calcine's voice cut through the horny haze, "Help her line up. She's got a lot swinging around."
"I can do it," Spitfire hissed, her massive body crackling as she wound the coils of her long tail body up around Brandy. She was squeezed in from every side, warmth washing over her as a few plates and pots fell off, clinking to the ground. The first things Spitfire had dropped. A small crack in her self-control.
"Of course you can," Morgan said, her voice barely carrying over the Centiskorch's excited rumbling growls as she lifted Brandy with her tail dangling her in the air. Brandy felt the soft, warm touch of a very flexible tail tip flicking over her thighs and tried to relax. Morgan leaned in to lick some spilled food off Spitfire's flank while Calcine stood back, commanding everything. Sparky was lost in the snake coils somewhere, but she was probably in heaven right now. She'd no doubt pop up when needed; she always did.
Spitfire was a Bug-type, so despite appearing quite snake-like, there were some delightful differences. Her long tail was made of large segments, closely fitted together with ridges along every piece. They rippled over Brandy's body. The ridges were firmer than the more pliable tail between. It added delicious texture every time the tail slid over Brandy's body. A constant pressure against Brandy's muscles that was like an inescapable deep massage, along with the heat pouring off Spitfire, it was hard to not let out a few excited moans.
Spitfire leaned in to lick a bit of sauce off Brandy's cheek and kissed her. "Bite my shoulder. This is going to be a lot."
"I've taken a lot before," Brandy smiled but bit down anyway. Arguing delayed the moment Spitfire took her, and Brandy couldn't wait anymore.
The moment her teeth sank into Spitfire's shoulder, the tip of Spitfire's tail went straight for her ass and met resistance. Spitfire was a big snake lady, and the end of her tail wasn't some delicate point; it had heft and thickness, and as excited as Brandy was, the tip of Spitfire's tail was just as thick as her cock. It didn't slide in neatly, but that didn't mean Spitfire would wait. Her coils tightened, and she pressed Brandy down, the hot and pliable tip of her tail flexing to find just the right spot to push inside Brandy. The pain was almost overwhelming, but Spitfire kept pressing her down until she could slam a good few inches into her, every ridge of the tail rippling as it finally pushed through Brandy's tight ass.
It was just as rough as Spitfire had promised. The heat making Brandy melt was replaced with the most powerful urge to scream. She bit down hard on Spitfire's shoulder to stifle it. A loud, gaspy moan still managed to slip out, as the pain bled into pleasure as the crushing weight of Spitfire's coils seemed to compress the pain inside of her, making it so white-hot it stopped hurting and became almost blissful.
A hell of a trick. Fenny had talked about how a Trainer acted as a crucible for bond power; this was such a good example of that. Spitfire's heat was literally turning her intense emotions into pleasure. She wanted more of it, and Spitfire had plenty to give.
"Fiesty," growled as she bounced Brandy with her coils. "Never seen someone so eager to lose."
"Lose?" Calcine said, "You wanted to fuck her, didn't you?"
"Wanted and will," Spitfire grinned, using the tail inside Brandy's as a guiding anchor so she could line the tip of her cock up with Brandy's pussy.
Morgan hummed from out of Brandy's line of sight, but she felt a lick along her thigh. "I look forward to you sinking this monster up to the hilt. Do losers usually take it all?"
Spitfire's eyes lit up as she looked at Brandy, "Usually, they don't last that long. But this one is going to do that, is she?"
"All of it," Morgan purred, her licks transferring across Brandy's thighs, wetting up both of them. "Every inch."
Through the dizzying tail-fucking Brandy managed to gasp out in agreement. "Every. Last. Inch."
Spitfire didn't need any more encouragement. She rocked her hips back as her coils tightened to keep Brandy perfectly still, and her tail flexed to guide Brandy as Spitfire slammed the first few inches inside in one go. The heavy slam speared through her easily, so easily it had to be enhanced by a Move. Maybe it was just Slam. Spitfire seemed built for rough, overwhelming fucking, and a Move that'd let her pound a woman without fear seemed to suit her big, cocky attitude.
Fuck there was just so much of it. Brandy's brain felt like it was giving off sparks as she felt it sliding through her. It was girthy enough to really stretch her out, and it wasn't just a fat slab of meat. It wasn't in segments like her tail, but it had ridges to it, and every ripple along her insides made her moan. It felt like every part of her was getting rolled over, not a single bit of her spared from the thick, rippling cock.
Fuck. So big.
Calcine's chuckle brought Brandy back to reality, though her vision was getting a little blurred. Tears in her eyes.
"Enjoying her Spitfire?" Calcine said she had her hands on Spitfire's hips and was pressed into her back, a lick of flame from her mouth splattering on Spitfire's neck. She was pouring heat into the Centiskorch, which made the Centiskorch's eyes glow so bright it was almost painful to look at them.
"She can take me," Spitfire panted, "Fuck, I only get the losers. The really choice cuts always walk out."
"Brandy would break before she left you unsatisfied." Calcine purred, "You can go all in. Let's see you really fuck."
So that was the plan, have Spitfire overwhelm herself trying to fuck Brandy in half. It might work if she didn't actually succeed.
Brandy was getting fucked from both ends, and Spitfire used all her mass and muscle to really abuse that. Her tail pressed up into Brandy's ass, filling her with warmth and tickling some deep parts of her that made her mind go all gooey. But it wasn't even why Spitfire did it; no, she just wanted a good grip. Brandy let out a girly squeak as the tail flexed, and Spitfire slammed her down onto her huge cock. It just pounded every thought right out of the top of Brandy's head, leaving nothing but the heady feeling of that thick cock tearing through her.
Fuck, it should have hurt, but Spitfire's heat soothed away any aches and made it feel indulgent instead. It helped her body to adjust and accept enough cock. She was sure there'd be a bulge along her stomach if she could see it. She just wanted more, even though she was clearly stuffed to bursting with cock and tail right now. Spitfire's massive body heaved with the effort of slamming herself into Brandy again and again, using her as a sleeve to hilt herself into. Her coils were crushing, but the squeezing and the heat made her feel like her body was soft enough to be molded like clay.
Spitfire was sweating profusely as she kept her coils tight, giving Brandy barely any room to move and trying to drive the point home that Brandy was her fuck toy. She was going to enjoy her to the fullest. Brandy was happy with it. If it felt this good, they could do whatever they wanted.
"Look at her," Calcine's voice rumbled through all the slapping of bodies and moaning. "A wet, hungry mess for cock."
"I'd fuck her every day if she was mine," Spitfire grinned, "Fill her ass with my tail and keep her as my moaning little puppet."
"But she isn't," Morgan chimed in from between Brandy's thighs, licking away the juices spilling down. "She has Partners, doesn't she, Calcine?"
"Absolutely, and if you fuck our girl, then you are fair play. Sparky, Bug Bite."
Sparky had been lost in the coils, but she had the sense to sink her fangs into Spitfire's tail, making her stiffen up as pleasure suddenly blasted through her, piling on top of the joyous feeling of fucking Brandy silly.
"Morgan, Feint Attack."
Morgan appeared between them, somehow having squeezed past Spitfire's coils, and Morgan sunk her nails into Spitfire's breasts. She had more than enough to dig her nails into, and she did it gleefully, enjoying Spitfire's moan as the black energy spilling from her fingernails dragged along Spitfire's skin and turned every scratch into a blissful stroke.
"And this beautiful ass," Calcine purred, steam puffing from her lips. "Deserves a Smack Down."
The clap of Calcine's hand on Spitfire's ass thundered so loud it deafened every other sound. Spitfire was forced to hilt herself in Brandy, thundering forward and breaking through the dam of Brandy's building orgasm so hard it felt like she came twice. Spitfire's eyes glowed as she moaned and thrashed her tail in pleasure, overwhelmed by everything piled on her, unloading herself inside Brandy. A wave of heat and thick cum blasted through Brandy, flowing along the bumps on the Centiskorch's tail and sloshing around in Brandy as she used the extra lubrication to just keep going.
"Crazy," Spitfire moaned. "Losing like this is crazy."
"Who says we're the ones losing?" Calcine grinned. "Brandy's ready for round two, are you?"
Chapter 128: Kiss Me (Chew Me)
Summary:
Calcine has a plan she swears. She promises. For reals.
Chapter Text
"The Maranga dip is so good," Sparky said as she held a finger to Brandy's mouth. "Try, try."
Panting, Brandy gave Sparky's finger a lick. It was rich but surprisingly bitter, like thick dark chocolate but pasted up. Not exactly what she liked, but it was on the end of Sparky's finger, and the saltiness underneath actually complimented it really well.
Then Spitfire gave another gentle thrust, squeezing her thighs as she drove herself deep, making Brandy's insides flutter and forcing a moan out of her throat.
"See? She loves it. My cooking is the best." Spitfire proudly grinned down at Brandy. "Her stomach is stuffed full."
"She loves your sausage, maybe," Sparky cackled. "Give her a bit more; I want to hear the noises."
Brandy moaned again as Spitfire stirred her cock inside of her. She squirmed as she felt the ridge of the head crushing over spots that made her heart bounce into overdrive. Brandy's face burned with pleasure and embarrassment, the fucking had gotten intense and then entered a lull, and as she lay panting along Spitfire's massive tail, they'd all gathered around her and laid out a feast over her stomach and atop her breasts. Watching her reactions with amusement as they shared food.
Spitfire gave her a few more thrusts before she slowed down to a gentle stirring. She wasn't even close to being done, Brandy could tell. Spitfire's member throbbed and pulsed against her insides, and if she pressed her hands tight to her stomach, she could feel her in there. Aching for more release, Spitfire had decided to savor a meal with the others, for now, her cock remaining hard as steel and keeping Brandy twitching in pleasure.
Calcine used a piece of fish to mop some sauce from Brandy's belly button. Brandy hoped she was keeping the spicy stuff higher up, or this could still end in screams. Calcine took a bite, then offered it to Morgan to snap at, the Murkrow bobbing side to side as she considered it. Morgan turned up her nose and sniffed, not to her taste, it seemed. Calcine offered the next bite to Spitfire with a question on top. "What's it like?"
"Fucking Brandy?" Spitfire asked, eyes glowing as she took a bite of the fish, letting her fire-shrouded tongue snake out to lace around Calcine's fingers.
"No. Having a massive cock," Calcine said, "What's that like?"
"Good question," Spitfire said after swallowing and nudging Calcine's up towards Brandy's breasts, one half coated with red sauce. That probably was spicy. The smell made her eyes water when Brandy tried to suck in a few breaths. She wasn't sure if it was Spitfire's heat or her bout with Mercury that had let her survive a few rounds with the Centiskorch, but she still felt all wrung out, and no amount of soothing heat and fuzzy Sparky laps for her head was going to fix that.
"It can be a pain in the ass." Spitfire snorted, laughing at her own joke. "Seriously though, it can be a pain. A lot of women go all shaky at the knees when they see it. Or they pop too quickly if they brave it before I can get comfortable."
"Poor dear," Morgan teased as she held her cup of tea up and sipped. "So good at fucking, the mere humans can't keep up."
"I'm a three-time tournament winner," Spitfire said proudly. "I know I can fuck, and there are humans out there who'll ride me right into the ground. But you have to find ones who can handle it, like Brianna, and it's really unsatisfying if they can't. Kind of takes the fun out of random flings."
"Unless we piled women on you." Sparky said, "Then you could just use them in a line. The rest could sit on your tail until it's their turn."
"Why aren't you in charge? That's smart." Spitfire grinned.
Spitfire and Sparky high-fived, and Brandy tried to hide her wince. She wasn't sure she could survive two Bug Types plotting against her; she would just have to be a good table and cocksleeve for a bit.
"Why the curiosity?" Spitfire said, "Hope you're not jealous. You seemed the effortlessly cool type to me."
Calcine couldn't hide her smile, tipping her chin up at the praise. "I'm going to evolve. It might be something I have to deal with as a Carkoal. And if not, I'll be Coalssal someday, and their name isn't just for fun."
"Aww, look at this one," Spitfire said, leaning over to bump her fist on Calcine's nose. "Sparky, she doesn't know if she can handle being ridiculously hung."
"You get used to it," Sparky smirked. "I can help teach you how to swing it about Calcine. I'm sure Brandy will be all over it no matter the size."
Brandy raised a thumb, then moaned again when Morgan grabbed her wrist and nipped the outstretched thumb with her teeth, sucking on it as she held it tight. Had she gotten sauce on it, or was Morgan just getting worked up? They were talking a whole lot of sex around her while also slowly fucking Brandy toward another mind-shattering orgasm.
Morgan let her tongue slip from her lips to lap over her thumb, and the rough suck on it felt good, really good, so good Brandy lost sense of perspective and rocked her hips, shoving herself deeper on Spitfire's cock. Punching the air out of her lungs. Watching Spitfire's massive chest rise and fall as she also sucked in a sudden breath would have been worth it, but she got so much more out of it. The press of Spitfire's ridged cock deep inside her pounded into spots that made her spine tingle and her eyes go blurry. Fuck, there was no way she'd outlast her. Not even the faintest shred of hope.
Calcine watched Brandy's nerves rise and reached out and grabbed Spitfire, pulling the Centiskorch in close for a kiss. They both seemed to enjoy it, spit dripping down onto Brandy, as bad as hot wax, from how it sizzled on her skin and made her squirm. Impaled on dick made even her squirming a torturously exhilarating experience.
"Well, I'm definitely jealous of that dick," Morgan said as she uncurled her tongue from Brandy's thumb. "Brandy looks like she's about to pass out."
"I'm still here," Brandy said. She was tired, but it wasn't bad. The sex had been fucking awesome, and all that hot, sizzling spit kept her conscious. It was tough to ignore. Was that Calcine's plan, or had this whole thing just been senseless fucking the moment they'd walked in? "It feels good, but it's a bit too much? A lot of it is lost as my head goes fuzzy; I don't get to really enjoy every moment like I do with you and Calcine."
"What about me?" Sparky said quickly, her hands covering her mouth as her eyes widened.
"You knocked me the fuck out with your tongue. You are the Queen of Too Much."
"Fuck yeah, I'll take that." Sparky grinned. "Making Brandy cum so hard and fast, our opponents are deafened."
Spitfire broke her kiss with Calcine, hand sliding down to squeeze Calcine's ass and holding her to her side as she looked Brandy up and down again. "I wouldn't mind trying that. See how much she's got in her lungs."
"Oh, I've gotten some sweet noises out of her," Morgan said, stroking Brandy's cheek. "You'd love it."
Brandy nuzzled Morgan's hand; it was a comfortingly soft thing in an otherwise breathtakingly hard experience.
"You all just wanted to see me fucked." Brandy mumbled. "Spoiling me."
"I had a plan," Calcine said, "Spitfire, have we passed your test?"
"What?" Spitfire was so shocked at the question she writhed up a little higher, pressing Calcine's face into a prodigious amount of side boob. Her cock flexing inside Brandy brought on new waves of ecstasy fuelled muscle cramps, and Brandy writhed her head in Sparky's lap as she tried to hold on.
"Why would you have passed?" Spitfire huffed incredulously, "You just let me fuck her!"
"Which is a pass." Calcine said, tapping Spitfire's side. "The challenge was to get you so worked up you broke your rules."
"Yes, by stirring up my emotions, not just offering her up on a plate!"
Calcine smiled. "But you said you wouldn't destroy her until after the meal and, well."
Calcine slapped Brandy's stomach, and she and Spitfire moaned in unison, the quivering blow stirring up sensitive flesh. "She's looking pretty destroyed."
"I can go further," Brandy bubbled, "Spitfire, I ain't a quitter."
"I-" Spitfire faltered and took in a snort of air, shaking her head. "I, I... you can't just win by offering her up like a piece of meat."
"A bit of meat you couldn't wait to sink your teeth into," Calcine purred and rubbed her hand along Spitfire's chest and down to grab the base of her cock and give it a firm squeeze. Spitfire's eye popped, and her fire whip of a tongue swung out as her whole body rolled like an earthquake beneath Brandy.
"I meant I'd destroy you in a fight! Not on the end of my cock!" Spitfire whined.
"Well, you should have been clear. We could have never won a fight against you. That was obvious," Morgan laughed, hiding her eyes with her hat brim and covering her hand with her mouth. "Luckily, we haven't had to throw a single punch; you just gave us the win so easily."
"This is so fucking sneaky, and I'm so proud of you both." Sparky grinned, "You got to admit, they totally got the best of your emotions. You dove on the Brandy pussy when it was offered up like we'd dipped her in Custap. Damn, I bet a fire tongue gives crazy head, too, Brandy. You want to lose here so we can come back for that?"
"I'm good not having burn marks down there," Brandy mumbled. "I can't believe your whole plan was just to get me fucked."
"Keep it simple," Calcine grinned. "And everyone loves dinner and a show. You'd have gone for it if I told you."
Spitfire thrust her cock into Brandy, Calcine's hands pressing against her pussy as the last few inches were held at bay. "Make a nice warm cock ring there, Calcine. You can go on, or you can stay here, and we can all fuck Brandy until she's so boneless we'll have to pour her out the gym."
"Ooh, I like that option," Sparky said, Morgan reaching over to swat her with a wing. It just made her laugh harder.
"I could crush Sparky some more. Use my tongue on one of you two. We can find a use for any holes Brandy has left. What do you say?" Spitfire said, flexing her muscles and pressing down into Brandy so firmly it felt like her whole body was trembling with the building pressure. Quivering around Spitfire's cock as she forced her body to orgasm, all through sheer horny force of will.
"Brandy would pick yes, but I want to win this badge for her." Calcine said, "So we'll need that pussy back, sorry."
"Shame."
"Oh, we plan to get a shower after, though, and I'm sure there's plenty of room in there Spitfire," Calcine said, fingers dancing over Spitfire's chest. "I think we all should have a chance to enjoy you properly."
"I'm gonna die." Brandy groaned. "No way I survive that long."
"Nonsense," Calcine said, "You're being a good girl and doing what I say today, and I didn't give you permission to pass away. You're going to take us all the way to victory."
Calcine was a hard taskmaster, but she was having a blast with being the leader. She'd have to catch her breath and hope the Gym Leader wasn't going to throw anything worse than a giant Centiskorch dick at her.
But first, an important matter.
"Spitfire," Brandy asked, "Can you lick me clean? I can't go in there looking like I smashed half your food over my tits."
"Oh, Brandy," Spitfire chittered happily. "You want me to slather you from head to toe with my tongue? You didn't even need to ask."
Spitfire started, and the rest quickly dove in to help. They all did a really, really thorough job. Brandy was drifting amongst the clouds as they began to pull her out of the room.
There was no way they'd win this. Brandy was a ruined mess; it'd take a miracle.
She didn't care. There wasn't a badge shiny enough to top all this.
Chapter 129: Hats Totally Are Clothes
Summary:
The Team prepares for the Final Challenge. Morgan finds a loophole.
Chapter Text
"Doing good?" Calcine said, patting Brandy's forehead as she was spread over the couch in the restroom behind Spitfire's grill.
"Aaaa-" Brandy weakly groaned, waving her arms. "I'm going to die."
She ached, but of course, she did. Spitfire hadn't been able to fuck Brandy in half like she wanted, but she'd certainly got her hits in. Her incredible, orgasmic hits. Brandy wasn't mad, just sore.
"We can stop," Calcine said, lifting Brandy's head and putting it in her lap. "I know that was tough."
Brandy opened an eye to squint at Calcine. That didn't even deserve a response.
"She wants to go on," Morgan laughed, gently brushing a wing over Brandy's stomach. It tickled, but Brandy was too achy to move. "Trainers can be such adorable fools."
"You joined me," Brandy mumbled, patting Morgan's wing. "Nice choice of trainer, idiot."
"I just liked your butt and still do," Morgan smirked, "Watching you get railed to near death by hot snake ladies is a fun new perk."
Sparky was massaging her legs because, of course, she was. She was having a blast rubbing her face between Brandy's thighs and making little excited squeaks whenever Brandy lightly squeezed. Being pampered by three partners was nice. She could get used to it, even if she did ache all over.
"Spitfire fucked you up, but it was awesome. She's so cool. We should get a Centiskorch. She could squeeze me to sleep while she fucks you unconscious."
Brandy threw one of the sofa's cushions at Sparky, satisfied at the little 'paff' as it bounced off her head.
"Not even joking," Sparky grinned. "Hottest Bug ever, this Gym is the best. There's no way they're topping that."
"Says you," Brandy said as she shuffled her head to get comfy in Calcine's lap. "I'm going to top you later so hard. Ugh, I wish I had a dick."
"That'd disappoint all of us." Calcine said, "Maybe Maple would like it."
"Oh, not for the sex. It just seems way less exhausting. You all can just keep going and going."
Calcine brushed her hand across Brandy's chest and then put it on her stomach, focusing as she let heat leech out of her palm. "Tell me if this feels good."
The heat seeped into her aches and melted them away. Spitfire blew them away with a heat wave that made her a sweating mess. Though the sex would have done that, too, Calcine's was a more deep heated massage. Not as thorough, but far more bearable.
"Helps a bit," Brandy nodded, stroking Calcine's arm. "Helps a lot. I want to see the end of this."
"We might get lucky," Morgan said, "Gym Leaders aren't always sex or battles. I can't tell you the specifics of the ones I faced, but some were really surprising in what they involved. Fun, but surprising."
"It's the Fire Gym. I'm going to get fucked until I break," Brandy groaned, "Then the Gym Leader's going to grade me while riding my face."
"Ooh," Sparky grinned, "Now we gotta do it. I want to see that."
"Fire is not just sex, and you know it," Calcine grumbled. "It's about passion. As long as you show that, I think you can still win. We just have to protect you a little because you're so fragile right now."
She was. There were other ways they could have gotten past Spitfire, but she was reasonably sure she'd be bloated with food or heat-exhausted no matter the plan. For only being set to a One Badge level, this Gym really had out for the Trainers.
"We'll keep the sexy Fire Pokémon off you," Sparky said as she licked Brandy's thighs. "I'll personally wrestle them all."
"Might actually need that," Calcine said as she used both hands to massage heat into Brandy's stomach. It was undoing some of the aches Spitfire had put there, and that alone was blissful. Brandy would have given anything for a nap right now. "We've just got to dig down and push."
"Look at you," Morgan grinned. "You love being in charge. It suits you. Keep it up. We've still got your Fire Stone to use. If we're going to lose, let's at least go out with a bang."
Brandy groaned again.
"I meant a flashy explosion. I promise we'll try to keep you off your back as long as we can." Morgan said, offering Brandy a wing. "Come on, if you can't stand, we'll have to call it here, and I know you'll be disappointed if we don't at least see the end."
Brandy couldn't argue with that.
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The heat hit them as soon as they opened the door to the Gym's arena. It wasn't the scalding heat of flame or lava but waves of steam that rolled over a wood-paneled floor. The walls were made of logs, looking like they'd been almost freshly cut and carefully assembled. The sort of effortlessly natural look that took a lot of money to get right. A paper door was ahead of them, with two marble pedestals beside it bearing a few items.
"A Gym Sauna," Sparky said, tugging on her choker to take a breath. "Fuck, I can already feel my fur catching fire.
Calcine gently led Brandy up to the pedestal. 'Take off all your clothes' was written on it, with some white towels laid on top for replacement. A small silver bracelet was on the other pedestal, with 'Trainer wears this on their wrist' written on a card propped up inside it.
Sparky usually only wore a pair of shorts and sometimes a top if she was feeling chilly. Today it was just the shorts, which came with a few kicks. Calcine unbuttoned her shirt top as she stared at Morgan. Naked except for her tri-pointed witches hat.
"My Hat isn't clothes," Morgan said, tugging the brim of it defensively.
"A hat is absolutely clothes," Sparky said with a grin. "Take it off. Take it off."
"Guess we're going to fail a gym challenge." Morgan said through gritted teeth, "Because I'm not taking it off."
She looked stressed, and blood-red eyes flicked between Calcine and Sparky expecting an attack. Brandy got that a Murkrow's hat was important to them, but the rules were clear.
"I could binding ball you? Just take Sparky and Calcine in."
"Don't be silly. You'll need us all." Morgan said, "But I'm not taking off the hat."
"Why not? Got bad hair under there?"
"Take off your choker," Morgan said, "That's clothing too."
"What? No! It's an accessory," Sparky tugged her choker. "And Calcine and Brandy gave it to me. It's like, a part of me now I wouldn't feel naked without it."
This was an odd way of putting it, but it actually made a sort of sense. The choker with the metal ring was just part of Sparky's look now. She'd look a bit alien without it.
Morgan tilted her head, and after a long moment of staring back, Sparky's eyes sank, and she blushed. "Oh, right. I get it. Sorry."
"It's fine," Morgan said, "I'll keep my accessory on."
Brandy was having the hardest time getting out of her clothes. She was still stiff from Spitfire, but there was no shortage of experience stripping her to hand, and her partners made short work of her clothes. Then they got to kissing and licking, and she had to ruffle their hair and flick their ears.
"Focus, focus!"
"This is the team leader. Keep licking," Calcine said, teasing her tongue over Brandy's stomach. She'd kept her accessory, too, Fenny's gifted Fire Stone necklace, lying in the cleavage of her chest. The brilliant swirling red flame looked so pretty against her coal-black skin. "Have to cool her down."
"It's not working," Brandy mumbled as she resigned herself to enjoying it. She was only snapped out of the delightful feeling of the wet muscle lapping over her skin by a loud beeping noise. The silver bracelet she'd slipped on had lit up and showed a red light.
"Shoot, did we break it?" Brandy said, "What does that mean?"
"We should probably find out," Calcine sighed, pulling back. "Okay, break it up, girls. Let's win a badge."
They used Brandy's body to pull themselves up and grabbed her before she fell in return. Morgan and Calcine held her side, helping her walk to the sauna slide door and throwing it open. Steam spilled past them and thinned out to reveal some large black shapes waiting on the wooden benches of the sauna. The sauna was massive and looked big enough to fit a whole arena. A large brass machine was set along one wall, gently rumbling away to itself, steam softly hissing out of gaps at the top, fed by massive copper pipes. But everyone's eyes were drawn to the two people sitting on the wooden benches lining the other wall, curled up together.
"Fire Gyms are the best," Sparky whispered softly as she stared inside. "The fucking best."
Two women were sitting together who were absolutely stunning; the human was a gorgeous tanned woman not wearing a stitch of clothing and showing off curves that sparked envy Brandy hadn't felt for a long while. She had a chest that Brandy could drown in and an ass that Morgan was staring at and probably wouldn't stop staring at until this fight was long concluded. Her hair was long but spiky and swept back into a ponytail. It looked like a jet of flame blown backward, her pure blonde hair with darkened tips spread out over the backboard.
"I want to bounce pokébucks off those hips." Sparky whistled. "This was worth it. I'm glad we didn't miss this."
Her Partners might be focused on the Gym Leader, but Brandy had eyes for the Pokémon with her. A bit trimmer than her Trainer but still stacked enough no one would be unhappy being wrapped in a hug, she had her eyes locked on Brandy from the moment she'd walked in, pure-red iris like Morgan's but with a black cat-like slice for the pupil. They should have drawn you in, but the rest of her was so much to take in it lost Brandy's attention immediately. Her pale skin looked smooth as silk, and her slenderness contrasted with her stacked Partner, a graceful body that looked almost too good to be real. Brandy would have expected some kind of mind-messing move like Orchid's Aromatherapy that was amping up her appearance beyond what it truly was. But Brandy knew full well this particular Pokémon didn't need that sort of trick. They really were just this hot.
She had a pair of sharp-tipped ears that flicked with amusement as Brandy's eyes wandered over her tail. If her chest wasn't as voluminous as her Trainer, her nine golden-haired tails more than made up for it. Huge puffy things curled out all over the bench, with the same darkened tips as the human's hair. One was wrapped around the Gym leader's throat and tickling her chin, while another wound its way around a leg and was tickling ... well, something. Brandy couldn't see exactly what, but from the Gym Leader's huge smile, she was using it well.
"You made it," the human said, taking a deep breath that made her chest heave, and even Brandy couldn't help but watch it. Damn, the shameless confidence was doing it for her.
"I'm Blaze. Welcome to my Fire Gym," she said with a sweep of her arm. "Come sit, gorgeous. I'll explain everything."
"Blaze?" Sparky giggled as she came forward timidly. Sparky was never timid, and even she was intimidated wasn't a good sign. "No way, that's your actual name."
"It used to be Marigold, but you could say I Evolved." Blaze smiled.
"You were like the gawky kid at school?" Sparky said, "And when they next see you, you're a huge bombshell?"
"That's right," Blaze said, patting the bench beside her.
"And you're going to fuck us?" she gasped. "This is happening?"
"Yes? We'll see how it goes. From what I've seen so far, you seem a little eager to jump into that."
But Sparky was already bouncing excitedly. "Fuck me running Horse Mommy Goddess. Humans really can Evolve! I knew porn was real!"
It definitely wasn't, but Brandy didn't have the heart to break it to her right now. Reality was close enough that she'd never have convinced her.
Chapter 130: Horny Speed
Summary:
Brandy has to moderate herself (oh no)
Chapter Text
Morgan and Calcine had lowered Brandy onto the Sauna bench, Brandy's legs kicking as she felt the heat of the wood against her bare thighs. Brandy might have a fair bit of Fire inheritance from Scoria, but the gym arena was hot even for her, and she felt flushed. Brandy would have loved to cool down after Spitfire had all but cooked her. Brandy bit her lip and tried to tough it out. She wouldn't let Calcine down by quitting unless she absolutely had to.
Blaze's confidence matched her looks, her long blonde ponytail swishing as she shuffled along the wooden sauna bench to get close to Brandy. She was so damn pretty, perfectly tanned, and with curves so killer they managed to get Brandy to look away from a naked Ninetails. On pure looks alone, she was horrifically outmatched. Brandy didn't think she was ugly, far from it. But Blaze and her Ninetails were on a whole other level.
Her heart pounded as Blaze reached out to hold her wrist and stared into her eyes. Red eyes were common for people with strong Fire inheritance. Brandy's was a nice cherry red, but Blaze's eyes were something else. A glowing orange with yellow and red gave her iris the appearance of flames, and it all shifted. It was hypnotic to look at, and her bright pearly smile seemed pleased Brandy was getting lost in it.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were Fenny with a haircut," Blaze said, "I've heard quite a bit about you, Brandy."
Of course, her mother had been here. She couldn't resist a pleasant warmth; a giant sauna would have been an irresistible lure. Hopefully, she hadn't already given away the Joyce reputation.
"Fenny likes to exaggerate some. I'm just a new Trainer," Brandy said. She had to fight the urge to fidget nervously as Blaze's fingertips danced over her bare arm, trailing down the length of her toned bicep and making Brandy shiver despite the heat.
Sparky took her other side, sliding under Brandy's arm and leaning her head on Brandy's shoulder. "Brandy's awfully modest, but I'll sing her praises. Not just the legendary thighs, but she knows Pokémon so well."
"Lea did warn me," Blaze grinned, "Something about a Wooloo revolution. I hope Spitfire isn't about to dethrone me; Cinnamon hasn't tussled with her for years. I don't want to go back to the old days."
"I tussle with her," the Ninetails said, one of her tails brushing Blaze's side. Another trailed over Brandy's leg, and a third gently probed at Morgan, who grabbed the tail and stroked it with her long nails, making it squirm in her touch. "You just think it's cute now."
"Nobody comes away with scratches, so it is cute compared to what you used to be like," Blaze said, holding up Brandy's wrist. "Cinnamon, let me start the trial before you tease her."
Cinnamon's tails pulled back to wrap around Blaze, giving her a sweater of fur that looked so deliciously soft Brandy couldn't help pressing it with her hand even if she did cop a feel of some boob in there. It was absolutely worth it.
"Eager!" Blaze laughed, "You are a Joyce, but give me your hand for a moment. I need to explain."
Brandy blushed. It seems Fenny had given away their reputation and let Blaze hold up her wrist, running a tanned finger over the silver bracelet with the single green light.
"My Trial is rather simple but also far from easy. You'll have to pay attention to this light. It'll go from green to yellow to red. Once it turns red, the Trial is over, and I'll decide if you passed. It'll beep louder and faster as it gets closer to red, just in case your eyes are busy elsewhere."
Brandy snapped her attention back. Cinnamon had been licking her finger and running her fingertip over the top of her breasts with a few sultry looked at Morgan as she ruffled her tail. Brandy couldn't help but watch the pair of them flirt.
"It happened when we came in," Calcine said, "We excited her some."
"Well, you got ahead of me!" Blaze laughed. She had a gorgeous laugh, so warm and inviting she had Sparky giggling along even though it wasn't funny. Even Morgan cracked a smile, though that may be because of the Ninetails using her tails to poke at Morgan's tufty tail.
"Try to relax some. The bracelet is a nice little invention that measures a few different things. Heart rate, perspiration, all sorts really, but boring story cut short. It measures how worked up you are."
"You put a horniness detector on Brandy?" Sparky squeaked, hiding behind Brandy's shoulder. "Watch out, it'll explode!"
Calcine ignored the antics. She was paying close attention, reaching out to rub her fingers over the thin bit of metal. "So the challenge will be about getting Brandy worked up?"
"Close! It's a test of limits really, knowing yourself even as you get too worked up to think straight. It'll start off green at Brandy's rest. Then gradually, it'll require her to be more worked up and change to yellow. Brandy, you'll need to think about how all your partners can help keep you in the green."
"And you're watching?" Calcine said. "Seems a bit disappointing for you."
"Oh no, I'm going to be a good girl."
"For a change," Cinnamon smirked, swatting Blaze's rear with two of her tails. Blaze wiggled her perfect bubble butt at Cinnamon and just kept on explaining.
"I'll do whatever you ask of me for this."
"Can we ask you to command Cinnamon?" Calcine asked, looking at the Ninetails thoughtfully.
"Brandy can, of course."
"I order you to listen to Calcine," Brandy mumbled, "She's taking the lead in this challenge."
Blaze looked between Brandy and Calcine, eyebrows shooting up.
"You're sure? Pokémon are not exactly the best at thinking when worked up. It is meant to be a test for you."
"Score me on it however you like," Brandy said, leaning to bump heads with Sparky. "I trust my partners to do what's best for me. Calcine can handle it. She's incredible and will give her all for me. I know it."
Calcine tipped her head up with pride and pressed a finger to Brandy's lips. "Stop talking for me then. I'm in charge. You close your eyes, relax and get ready."
Brandy snapped her eyes shut and tried, but it was difficult. Calcine's determination and forceful commands were making her heart bounce about.
"I thought Lea was joking about you. Seems it is going to be unique." Brandy heard Blaze say as she focused on the heat along her ankles and the softness of Sparky's fur. Thinking of the aches in her body to help lower her mood give Calcine more room to play with. It was tricky. The situation was exciting; they would have to work her up to a horny mess slowly, and all three of them would no doubt excel at that. Teasing her was the group's favorite activity when they couldn't get into her pants.
"Okay, keep your eyes closed," Calcine said. "I'm almost ready to get started."
A warm, gentle touch traced along her neck and shoulders, brushing her collarbone and making Brandy shiver. Then Calcine's fingers settled down to a squeeze, a comforting presence she could focus on along with Sparky.
"If you'll do as I say, does that include bringing in any other Pokémon you have?"
"I ..." Blaze faltered. "That's not a question I've had before. I don't see why you couldn't. It's a rather clever way to do it."
"Okay, can you tell us what you have?" Calcine said, "Quietly, so Brandy doesn't hear."
Brandy felt Sparky clamber over her as Calcine leaned on her. Some whispering happening over her head as she tried to regulate her breathing.
"Really?" Sparky cackled. "Oh fuck, we're going to destroy this. This is perfect."
"I am rather excited to see that last one myself," Morgan said, "She'll probably break. We have to be careful. Once we have to go beyond foreplay, she won't last long. We have to put on a good show. Work her up bit by bit."
Morgan was going to love that. She had a flair for the dramatic. Breathe in. Breathe out. Ignore the discussion about how they will break you, Brandy. You'll get there soon enough.
It took a minute more of secretive whispering to form a plan, then Calcine poked her shoulder.
"Eyes open, we're ready."
Brandy opened her eyes and found herself the focus of a crescent. Her Partners, Cinnamon and Blaze, all of them were standing around her and looking at her like she was a piece of meat.
Beep beep*
Her bracelet glowed a bright green.
"Horny mess," Sparky grinned, "We haven't even done anything."
Brandy shrunk in on herself. They were going to though, and all she had to do was not pass out from excitement. Sounds easy, but looking at all those hungry eyes and bright smiles, she couldn't think of anything harder right now.
Chapter 131: Screwing the Rules
Summary:
Fox lady! Fox lady!
Chapter Text
Surrounded by beautiful Pokémon and a scorching hot Gym Leader was making the green light on her bracelet glow so bright the LED might burn out. Her heart was hammering in her throat from the anticipation. Just their stares were making her lightheaded. She didn't know where to look. Everything was so good. The shine of sweat on Calcine's coal black skin, the wind swirling around Morgan and making her feathers ripple as she cooled herself off, Sparky's huge pinball smile fangs clearly on display. It wasn't just all the naked flesh and breasts that excited her, though Brandy's eyes got their fill of it all while it was on offer.
"Cinnamon, show us what you can do," Calcine said, giving the Ninetails a slap on the ass. The clap of flesh shocked Brandy back to reality and had her focus on Cinnamon as she rolled her hips forward, her thick fluffy tails fanned out around her as she licked her lips. The tips of her fox ears were twitching with approval as she looked Brandy up and down, fuck, she was so pretty; Brandy was zoning out just staring. Her ears weren't the only thing twitching, and Brandy had to bite her lip at the realization that her dick was just as pretty as every other bit of her. Cinnamon was weapons-grade sexy, and Calcine unleashing her at the start was either a misjudgment or a sign that this would go to heights Brandy couldn't even imagine.
A tail brushed over Brandy's arm, the warm fur sending excited waves of tingles up into Brandy's torso before she was tugged forward by it into Cinnamon's big swaying tits. As her face hit soft flesh, Cinnamon unleashed the swarm, hooking her tail around every bit of Brandy she could get at. A deliciously soft hug that caressed Brandy's body as Cinnamon purred in Brandy's ear.
"You are a real treat, aren't you?" Cinnamon said, her honeyed voice letting Brandy relax into the ball of fluff and muscle she was bound up in.
It was like a full body massage; her thighs squeezed together, her stomach wound up, and she tugged taut as Cinnamon used her tails to grope at Brandy. The heat of Cinnamon's body was like a furnace, her hot breath blowing down Brandy's neck and making her spine tingle as the fox lady overwhelmed her.
"I feel I should be making notes," Morgan said, "Not that I've got the tails to pull this off, but this is masterful."
"She's a real talent," Blaze said proudly. Brandy couldn't see any of them, all that filled her vision was warm flesh that needed a good licking, and she felt really thirsty. "Cinnamon loves pretty girls. She's been spoiled ever since I became Gym Leader."
The Bracelet was quiet for now. Brandy was lost in the feeling of how soft Cinnamon was, the fox's claws scratching her scalp as she raked them through Brandy's hair. It came with an overwhelming sensation of comfort and protection, as strong as when Calcine was taking point, letting the blows rain off her. Brandy could have happily drifted off in Cinnamon's embrace. All her worries about winning just melted away.
"Safeguard," Calcine said, calling out the Move like she was laying down the first card in what would soon be a winning hand. "We've lowered her defenses, now Blaze and Sparky. Hit her from either side."
Brandy's head was pushed down to see Cinnamon's cock lying stiff against her thigh, and her breath hitched. She wanted it badly and tried to bend to get at it, but her stupid spine refused to bend that far. She had to watch, whining needily as the Ninetails spread her thighs and beckoned Blaze and Sparky forward. They went at her thighs like feral beasts, Sparky's fangs prickling her skin and sending jolts of pleasure through her while Blaze's hair washed over her skin as she licked up and down Brandy's skin, working the muscle with her tongue.
Cinnamon let out a throaty chuckle at the show, teasing Blaze with her cock flicking it through her hair, and poking her in the cheek as she tried to work on Brandy. It was some silly playfulness amongst all the mind-melting sensations. Still, it just made Brandy all the wetter as Cinnamon spurred Balze to press her face in more firmly to Brandy's thigh to dodge her dick. Even with two beautiful women between her legs, Brandy couldn't take her eyes off Cinnamon's cock. It was so perfect. It deserved to be inside of her, plowing her brains out.
"Cinnamon," Blaze said, her voice muffled by thigh as she politely commanded, "Don't steal the show entirely. You'll make it too easy."
"I didn't say you could speak," Calcine tutted. "Morgan, did I say she could speak?"
Morgan shook her head until Calcine waved her hand to give her permission.
"You didn't, Calcine. She said she'd listen, and now she's cheating."
Blaze huffed, her breath warm against Brandy's skin as Brandy laid back, just falling apart at all the attention she was getting. She couldn't argue without making it worse but clearly didn't think the rules said that.
"Cinnamon, do you want to punish her?" Calcine asked.
"Me?" Cinnamon said, blood-red eyes blinking as she looked up over to Calcine, the thin slits of her pupils widening. "Am I allowed to do that? She's my Trainer."
Sparky cackled as she bit Brandy and made her moan so loud. Cinnamon folded her eyes down to shield herself from the noise.
"We do things a little differently," Morgan grinned, tilting her hat to Cinnamon. Brandy had a chance to catch her breath after the Bug Bite while they hashed it out, and her Bracelet beeped.
"Ah!" Morgan said, "We really do have to keep our Brandy entertained. Calcine, I think you should let Cinnamon play."
Calcine stepped up, grabbed Blaze's head with one hand, and turned her to her Partner, who was all blushing smiles at this situation. "Are we still good, Blaze?"
"You're all wicked, but I'm happy to see where this goes." Blaze grinned.
Calcine ran a heated finger over Blaze's lips, making her gasp and her rather generous chest bounce. "Cinnamon, she's all yours."
Blaze was whipped out of Calcine's hand by two fluffy tails, dragging Blaze across the floor on her knees in front of Cinnamon. A vulpine smile on her face as she stroked Blaze's cheek. "Mine."
The Bracelet had gone silent again. Sparky had propped her head on Brandy's thigh and her hair free to tussle as Brandy waited to see what'd happen. The situation was just too hot not to grab her attention.
"You're mine too," Blaze grinned up at Cinnamon, "My fiery-"
Blaze was silenced as a tail stuffed itself in her mouth, and Brandy got to see what Safeguard looked like when someone else was put under it. The way Blaze worked her lips over the tail slowly, wetting the tip of it. The reverent look in her eyes as she stared up at Cinnamon, who was eying up Blaze like she was a succulent bit of Spitfire's seared fish that she was finally getting to chew on.
"Mine," Cinnamon said again, more forcefully, and with a tail around Blaze's throat and another her forehead, she pulled her back, Blaze gasping for a breath that got cut off immediately when Cinnamon crammed her dick into Blaze's mouth. "And I'm Yours. Now talk less and suck more."
It was a cheesy line, but Cinnamon looked so excited to be in charge Brandy could forgive her a bit of cheese. Especially as she saw a master at work, Blaze working her tongue around the shaft as Cinnamon rolled her hips forward, driving the dick down her throat until she should have gagged on it. She didn't, even as there was a slight bulge in her neck from the sheer thickness of it. Even Morgan looked impressed. Brandy thought it was just hot as hell seeing two people get what they wanted.
"Use her however you want, Cinnamon," Calcine said as she sat beside Brandy. Morgan dropped down to the other side, teasing Sparky with her fingers as the Bug snapped to try to bite them. It was hot to watch, incredibly so; Blaze had absolutely no shame and just went at Cinnamon with a ferocity that had the fox girl sighing happily, her tails bouncing around like writhing snakes as she lost control of them. It was a really sloppy blowjob, a whole lot of spit and gurgling, but it was getting Brandy worked up a treat. She wanted so badly to get some dick right now. Reaching out either side of her, stroking along feathered and rocky thigh alike, up higher, a clear goal in mind, a sideways glance at Calcine to see if she'd stop her.
Sparky was rutting at Brandy's leg, face mashed into her thigh as she made happy little noises, and Brandy squeezed her legs in on her. Sparky deserved a treat, and from the squeal of delight that rippled through the fat of Brandy's thigh, she'd given Sparky what she wanted. Now to handle Morgan and Calcine.
She wasn't stopped from wrapping her hands around their dicks, and the feeling of having her Partners in hand kept the Bracelet dead silent. Calcine's cock was hard, not just ready for attention but actually stiffer than muscle should be. It took a firm flick of Brandy's wrist to stroke along properly, but the effort was worth Calcine's rumbling, heated moan. That sound of pleasure cut through Blaze's wet gagging like a hot knife, and Brandy's heart leaped at the feeling of making two of her partners moan. Could she go for all three?
Morgan helped her, fingers intertwined with Brandy's as she stroked up Morgan's shaft. Just as thick as she remembered, it made Brandy rub her thighs together thinking about it. Sparky's giggling only heightened from the squeezing. She was softer than Calcine, but still upright and ready to fuck. She didn't need any preparation, just some relief.
"Good thing her wrists aren't sore," Morgan trilled, rubbing Brandy's arm with her free wing. Brandy's Bracelet gave a soft beep after a few quiet minutes of everyone enjoying themselves. Cinnamon was having a blast, her tails wrapped up Blaze's arms and legs, and she was just using her like her own personal fuck doll, bobbing Blaze along her dick and making her eyes roll back into her head as she gave Brandy a smile and wiggled her hips to give her a show. Still hot, so blisteringly hot, but she had her Partner with her. She had all she could handle right now.
Her Bracelet beeped, surprising her. She felt about to burst even without real stimulation beyond Sparky's occasional nip. Everything was so intense. Was she really flagging?
"Hey," Calcine whispered, her voice a rumble in Brandy's ear. "I'll give you a choice. We can both fuck Morgan and see if we can teach her to sing."
That sounded good.
"Or I can use Fenny's stone here, and you can see if you can handle what's to come. Because I am feeling the Fire, Brandy, I want to set you aflame."
That also sounded good. Really good. Carkol Calcine, could she pass up seeing her evolve? But she didn't want to leave Morgan hanging or have Sparky miss out. If they fucked Morgan, then maybe Sparky could also join in. Her mind spun, trying to think of the perfect compromise. It was just all so tempting.
"Neither." Morgan cut in before Brandy could decide. "We came here for you, Calcine, so I will help a little. You decide what you want. That's what you're after. No looking at Brandy for permission. Be like Cinnamon. See what you want and take it. Don't hold back."
Option three was really good too. Brandy was Calcine's. She was happy to let Calcine do what she wanted with her. Eager. Excited. The Bracelet stopped beeping.
"She has some good ideas even if she has a cheeky mouth," Calcine said, orange eyes aglow. "I got a lot of plans to come, but what do I want right now? Well, why don't I just show you?"
Calcine's smile was infectious. Brandy couldn't wait.
Chapter 132: Rock Crusher
Summary:
Brandy doubles her trouble and loves it.
Chapter Text
Brandy was in a perfect spot right now, Sparky between her thighs nuzzling up as she squeezed. She wasn't sinking in her fangs to make Brandy squirm but just playfully nipping. Which still sent exciting jolts through Brandy's body but not so intense that she couldn't focus on other things.
Morgan was trailing her long fingernails along Brandy's side and feeling out the lines of her body. She was half-watching a show with Blaze getting face-fucked by a worked-up Ninetails who was just too pretty for this world, occasionally catching eyes with the fox and giving her little pecking air kisses to spur her on. Blaze was a mess, the tanned and gorgeously curvy trainer just drinking in all the attention as Ninetails finally got to put her in her place.
Brandy was trying to enjoy the show too, she really was, but Calcine had her hand pressed to the Fire Stone Fenny had given her and was watching Brandy with glowing eyes, staring at her so intently it made Brandy squirm. Brandy's eyes kept darting down to her hand, where her fingers were slowly around the Fire Stone, and Brandy actually felt a little jealous of the rock. She wanted to be caressed by Calcine's fingers so much right now it hurt. The best she could do was stoke away at Morgan's and Calcine's dicks and try to pass on some of that need to them.
"Fuck," Cinnamon said, squeezing Blaze's long blonde hair in her hand to hold on as she tried to avoid just blowing a load straight down her trainer's throat. She was right on the edge. "It's so nice to just get to let loose. Trainers can always be so timid with me."
"Mmm," Brandy said, lost in Calcine's glowing eyes. Morgan laid her head on Brandy's shoulder and bit an earlobe. "This one just loves letting us loose. It's so exciting. To have links to our hearts and then surrender all that power makes you want to fuck her brains out, doesn't it?"
"I'm trying," Cinnamon growled, picking up the pace again as she used her tails to help guide Blaze into thrusts along her cock. One tail wrapped around her throat, massaging the lump of her cock as she sunk it deep. Blaze looked lost entirely in the moment, just hungrily slurping away and staring up adoringly at Cinnamon. Just like Brandy was doing to Calcine, though her throat remained sadly unfucked.
Calcine's fingers glowed, flames licking around them as they spilled out of the Fire Stone. She smiled as she turned Brandy's head to steal a kiss, her tongue sizzling hot in Brandy's mouth and making her salivate madly. She let the fire flow into Brandy, sharing some of the heat as the Fire Stone unleashed its power.
Brandy could feel her arousal rising, the heat filling her up and making her dizzy as she felt Sparky finally nip her way down her legs right to her pussy and roll tingling licks over still sore muscles from Spitfire's rather thorough fucking. It heightened a kiss that was already melting her from the inside out.
Morgan's purring in her ear helped anchor her back to reality as red light danced in her eyes. Sparky's inheritance allowed her to quickly adjust her sight to the new warm red glow. Calcine's eyes were sharper and running hotter than she'd ever seen before. Brandy tried to look down, but Morgan was quick to grab under her chin and hold Brandy's head up.
"Keep one hand on me, but use your other to explore. No peeking." Morgan teased, her cock throbbing in Brandy's hand. "Sparky, you can give one hint."
"Holy fuck, just oh my fucking word. Calcine, destroy me, crush me right now."
That didn't tell Brandy anything but also told her all she needed to know.
"Later," Calcine rumbled, and it really was a rumble. Her voice was a bit huskier, hitting low notes that sent shivers up Brandy's spine. Morgan had her head trapped, but she could still see the face, and it had changed only a little and yet so much.
Calcine still had her cute speckled grey freckles, but now they went all over her cheeks and were beautifully accented by the blazing red light burning in her eyes. Her horns had grown longer, but her hair had become more voluminous to keep them buried away. Calcine had always had a shaggy bob of hair, but it had gotten thicker and longer. The tussled dark curls looked like they could swallow Brandy's whole arm, and they felt wonderfully soft as she explored with her hand. Morgan stopped her from using both by wrapping her own hand around Brandy's, keeping her on mission with stroking her cock. Which was fair. Once you started that, it was rude to get distracted.
Brandy took a deep breath and felt her breasts rub against something big. Like a small ship crashing against an iceberg, just an immense unseen weight and her eyes widen. Her Bracelet was dead silent as she felt her heart hammer in her throat.
"They're not that big," Morgan said. "Don't get too overwhelmed now."
"Are you kidding?" Sparky yelped. "Throw me between Brandy and those. I want to be flattened like a pancake."
Brandy couldn't look, but that just meant she had an excuse to get a good handful and squeeze. It was really lovely and firm but yielding with enough pressure, and heat rolled up to lap between her fingers as Calcine softly sighed. Brandy thoroughly explored Calcine's chest, marveling at how much she could fill her hands up with now. Calcine's breasts really had gotten bigger. Brandy held one in her palm and jiggled it in her palm, enjoying the weight.
"This is torture!" Sparky huffed, "Morgan let her look! She'll cream herself."
"You have to learn to build the anticipation," Morgan said, keeping Brandy's head locked in place as Brandy's stroking hand got more vigorous. "She's going hard on me so she can get both hands on Calcine, but the Bracelet hasn't beeped for a while. She's having fun."
Maybe she was, but she still wanted to free both hands. Morgan's hand squeezing her own wasn't stopping her, so she kept up the thumping pace making Morgan shuffle excitedly from the vigorous hand job. Morgan's cock was a nice handful, and Brandy wasn't being elegant, but it hardly mattered when everyone was this worked up. Cinnamon was watching Brandy's awe with a sly smile, stroking Blaze's cheek as she licked Cinnamon's cock clean. Brandy had missed her cumming in all the excitement, and it was all so crazy she didn't even mind.
"Let her peek, you monster," Sparky said, "Brandy, go lower. The boobs are good, but you have to go lower."
Brandy's hand slid down only an inch, and her toes curled in excitement as she felt the craggy shape of Calcine's abs. Heat washing in the defined lines over her fingertips. Morgan let Brandy have the briefest of peeks, and she saw the molten fire glowing under Calcine's coal-black skin, some of it pooling around Brandy's touch. Her abs weren't exactly chiseled, but Brandy would happily lick them anyway. Morgan snapped her head back up before she could sink her gaze lower, and a gust of wind lifted Calcine's new fiery cape and fluttered it out to wrap around Brandy.
Fiery didn't really do it justice. It was made of dark black chunks, with rivulets of boiling red heat flowing through them ever so slowly. A warm molten pattern that was very catching to the eye.
"Save the best for last, Calcine?" Morgan said, "You know she'll jump you if she sees more, and she's in no shape to be fucked senseless."
"I'm in charge," Calcine growled. "But you're right. She won't last."
"I'd last," Brandy mumbled. "Gimme dick."
"No," Calcine bopped Brandy's nose with a finger. "We got a few surprises for you yet. Wait for your dessert."
"But-"
Calcine got her finger in Brandy's mouth and grabbed her tongue. Her fingers had a strange taste, fizzling on the tongue and making Brandy pant around her fingers. She squeezed on Brandy's tongue and pulled it out gently until their foreheads banged together. Calcine's orange eyes filled her vision from end to end.
"You're going to wait," Calcine growled. "Do as you're told."
Brandy couldn't speak, but she nodded weakly. She felt wobbly, all her muscles giving out and only staying upright thanks to Morgan and Sparky's hold on her.
"Good girl."
Two words that almost made her cum right there and then. She nodded more firmly until Calcine let go.
"Sparky, you want to do the honors?"
"Yeah," Sparky crawled out of Calcine's cloak and brandished a binding ball. Where had she gotten it from? Blaze wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Shall we let her have a guess?"
"She won't get it," Morgan said, "I'm certain."
"Let's bet on it then. Brandy," Calcine said. Her Carkol cloak glowed as it wrapped around Brandy's skin. Her breasts were nice, firm padding to lean on as Brandy ran fingers over her hard body. "You get this right. I'll let you see all of me. Who do you think Blaze has in the ball?"
A Fire Type, obviously. Blaze loved tails too, it was clear, but as a Fire Gym leader, she was bound to have more than that. The real question was who would her Partner's pick? Someone who'd break her brain for sure, which still left plenty of options.
She thought about it so long that her bracelet beeped as Morgan twitched in her grip, right on the edge of her orgasm. Blaze massaged her throat as she hugged Cinnamon's leg, dazed at the rather thorough throat fucking she'd endured. The Gym Leader looked stunned, which was either good news for Brandy's chance of a badge here or very bad. She barely cared, the mystery before her was more important, and there was one obvious pick, so she'd feel stupid not going for it.
"Cinderace," Brandy said, "It's gotta be. A fiery bunny girl would get me so bad."
"Sparky," Calcine said, "Show her what she's going to deal with."
Sparky rolled the binding ball in her hands and along her arm, then tossed it with a bump of her elbow behind Brandy, where it snapped open with a loud crackle. Brandy leaned back to see who it was, and pure red fiery eyes formed above her, black hair draping down and tickling her face as she stared up into a coal-black face that was oh so familiar.
"Calcine?" Brandy mumbled. "Huh?"
Calcine flicked her chin and smiled when Brandy looked down. Shook her head, then looked back up at another Calcine.
"Lixivant," the other Calcine growled. "Call me Lixi, or just let me lick you. You look delicious, and I see you have very, very good taste in Pokémon."
Oh shit, this was so much better. Blaze didn't have a Cinderace. She had a Carkol. Brandy was going to get squeezed between Calcine and her twin sister.
Yes.
Yessssssss.
Chapter 133: Diamond Heart, Squishy Flesh
Summary:
Brandy had her way with twins
Chapter Text
The Sauna's heat couldn't compete with the warmth of being trapped between two Carkol. It wasn't even close, just their presence was overwhelming. Brandy's skin prickled as she rolled her back into Lixi, feeling the soft squish of her breasts and the firmness of her stomach pressing against the small of Brandy's back. She'd already been feeling up Calcine's Carkol body, but this was just another reminder about how they changed. Calcine usually had a rocky hardness to her body that softened as the heat built up. Brandy didn't hate it; it was just a quirk she accepted, a minor discomfort that soon melted into a lovely soft embrace.
Carkol wasn't like that. They always had the heat of their cloaks, which put fire in their veins. Lixi had a tempered body, still firm but with just enough pliancy that Brandy could sink into it and feel her strength. Soft and firm all at once, it was the perfect blend, and coupled with the heat, Brandy felt her attention drifting away. Lixi wrapped her arms around Brandy's waist and kissed the top of her head, her dark shaggy hair curling around to stroke at Brandy's cheeks.
"She's a tall one," Lixi said, "Got a little bit of muscle to her that I do like. You've found a rough gem here. A little polish, and she might have broken my heart."
"Give her a chance. She's got depths," Calcine smiled as she nuzzled into the nape of Brandy's neck, her eyes closed as she gave suckling kisses to Brandy's neck.
Brandy tried to roll into the teasing kisses, but Lixi got her hands on her face and angled her head back to steal an upside-down kiss. The hair tickling her nose actually made it a bit silly, but with Calcine pressing down hard on her neck and all the heat swelling through her, Lixi blew past silly and went right back to hot again.
"Love the lips," Lixi rumbled, "So what does she want me to do? I know we're a lot to handle, but I'm very excited to be handled right now."
"I'm in charge here," Calcine said as she pressed herself into Brandy, her chest pushing down on the top of Brandy's breast as she leaned over Brandy to talk with Lixi. Brandy left to be the toasted sandwich between the pair.
"A Pokémon leading a gym battle, and a Carkol at that." Lixi's hands ran all over Brandy's body, stroking down her back and then up to her chest. Squeezing and drawing a gasp from Brandy, her hand tightening on Morgan's cock, "I like it."
Calcine nipped Brandy's ear, "Brandy, deal with the others."
It was nice of Calcine to spot the dangling threads, and Brandy didn't want to make Morgan cum while barely paying attention to her. Maybe she was into that, but Brandy didn't know and wasn't about to risk it. Calcine gave her the space to clear things up, even if it was probably so she could concentrate on Brandy fully.
Her Bracelet beeped. Maybe taking care of everyone's needs wasn't sexy, but it was worthwhile.
"Cinnamon, you want to put Blaze's mouth to work again? I got a bird girl here you can impress with your trainer." Brandy said, giving Morgan a tug and making her squawk. An evil thrill of power ran through her as Morgan batted at her fingers with her long nails.
The two had been making gooey eyes at each other earlier. It made sense. Which just left Sparky to get joined in. "Sparky, you want to help out Cinnamon?"
"No," Sparky said firmly. "I'm watching the show."
"The show?" Brandy said, turning to catch Sparky's eye.
Calcine cut that glance off by shoving her breasts in Brandy's face, smothering her. Right! The show. The soft press of Calcine tits applied directly to the face cured the Bracelet beeps nicely.
"Throw her at me, Foxy," Brandy heard Morgan say. "I'll show you some Dark tricks to get her moaning. I can make her love it if you want to go at her hard."
They'll be fine. Well, Blaze won't be, but she's a Gym Leader. She can surely handle herself.
"So, Lixi?" Calcine said, pressing her body even harder into Brandy's as she got her arms around the other Carkol. Brandy could hear them kissing above her, and every squishy-sounding peck made her heart bounce with excitement. "I'm only using a Fire Stone. How did you Evolve?"
"Oh, we're talking shop while she squirms?" Lixi said, "Can't I get a little taste?"
"I didn't say you couldn't nibble," Calcine said. "Just take your time. She's a big meal."
Calcine wasn't ignoring her exactly, but she was talking about her like she was more of a treat they were having than a person. It was embarrassing and exciting all at once, like the pair of them would do whatever they wanted to her, and she didn't get any input at all. She had to suffer the squeezing and take it.
Wait, Calcine said Lixi could do anything she didn't explicitly forbid. Brandy tested this new idea out, giving Calcine a lick and then running her hands down to squeeze at Calcine's new ass. What an ass, thick but firm, a nice full handful to squeeze and then some. Brandy got her fingers in deep and just savored it, coaxing a rumble to fire up Calcine's chest. Lixi was licking along her shoulders, and she caught a few glares of red fire as she gave smokey looks to her double.
"Blaze wasn't sure about me," Lixi said as she stroked a thick, hard length against Brandy's back. Sparky gave a few cat-calling whistles as she saw Brandy wriggling up against it. The pest was having fun, and that was fine. "She's a Fire Ace, and I was just Rock. My Fire had to be drawn out. Her team was incredibly passionate and had to be tamed, while I was calm and reliable."
"You had to get more fiery," Calcine said as Brandy felt the heat rising against her skin, seeping in and soothing her aches. It met a rolling wave coming from Lixi, and they combined within her to make her melt, her muscles relaxing as sweat dripped down her skin. Brandy felt dizzy from the heat, but Calcine's voice and firm touch kept her anchored in reality. The temptation to let the heat overrun her and pass out into the soothing haze was tempting, but she'd miss out on what happened next. There was no way Brandy was going to miss that. She'd endure.
"I had to become a raging inferno, so hot even Blaze got her fingers burned and had to tame me. That felt good like I finally belonged." Lixi growled, sliding a hand between Brandy's thighs, a finger curling up. Even with the relaxing heat, she was still sensitive down there from Spitfire. Lixi's cock glided through her, thanks to how wet Brandy was, but Brandy still couldn't keep her voice down at the sensation. She yelped, loud enough it sounded pained.
Calcine was on it in a flash, hands clasped around Lixi's wrists and squeezing. Her voice was a menacing rumble like an approaching earthquake, hammering every word with a loud boom. "Don't hurt her."
Lixi's fingers didn't slide back out, but they held still. "And if I hurt her a little? She'd like it, wouldn't you, my leggy redhead? I know those kinds of wails."
"I'd make you scream harder," Calcine growled.
"No lack of fire with you," Lixi laughed. "You should be a Carkol. What's holding you back?"
"Calcine doesn't have to be one," Brandy piped up. She wouldn't have any Calcine slander here, not even if Lixi might be trying to help push her. "She slams me hard as a Rolycoly."
"She does," Lixi says, "But she's very protective of you, isn't she?"
"Oh ho," Sparky chipped in from wherever she'd perched. "I get where this is going now. This is getting good."
"You think I'm holding back?" Calcine said, "I'm not holding back. Brandy can take it."
"Can she now?" Lixi rumbled. "Then lift her legs up and fuck her silly. I know you want to."
Paralysis, panic. Brandy saw it all run through Calcine's eyes as she looked down at the sweating Brandy and then back up to Lixi. Brandy's Bracelet began to beep again, but she muffled it between Calcine's tits and jumped into this mess.
"She trusts me," Brandy said. "Knows my limits. If she thinks I can't handle it, I trust her. Calcine's strong, really strong."
"Can you?" Calcine asked. "Handle it."
"Right now? I think you'd break me." Brandy grinned. "Absolutely destroy me. I'd be dust. But I wouldn't mind that."
"Yeah, fuck her up." Sparky gleefully added. "Come on, Calcine. Smush her good."
"You've got the fire of a Carkol," Lixi ran her hands over Calcine's arms. "I've known you five minutes, and I know that. We're in the best place to let the fire out. We can handle whatever happens to her."
"Just fuck already!" Morgan groaned from the side. Blaze was doing something really intense to her from how high-pitched her voice was. "This is cute, but fuck me, you are teasing me at this point. Fuuuuuck."
Brandy looked into those fiery eyes and pressed up from between the blissful squeeze to kiss Calcine on the chin. "Fuck me coward."
"Don't you be Sparky at me," Calcine growled. "I'm in charge."
"Are you? Maybe I'll fuck you,"
Brandy didn't even know what happened. Calcine was staring at her, and then she was flipped back onto Lixi's chest, her legs up in the air, Calcine's cock raised up to slap against a pussy that'd had a rough day. She was, well, bigger. Not the biggest Brandy had taken, not even bigger than Spitfire, but bigger.
Bigger was good. She was enjoying the look of bigger right now. But the brat energy was in her. She knew what to say.
"What are you going to do with that club? I'm all sore." Brandy teased. "Can't we just cuddle?"
"Lixi, heat her up for me?" Calcine said with a slap to Brandy's ass that sang. She didn't even yelp. The shock of it was just so visceral she was left speechless. "I'm going to knock some obedience into her bug-addled brain."
"This is awesome," Sparky was bouncing on the Sauna's bench now, making it judder underneath them all. "Brandy, be more like me. Tell her to crush you a bit too."
"Oh, there'll be crushing." Lixi said, "I'm going to make these bones shake. We've got Carkol reputation on the line here. This needs to be the best fuck of her life."
It might also be her last, but if it helped Calcine's nerves about cutting loose with her, then she'd endure it for Calcine.
Maybe a bit for herself too, just a little.
Chapter 134: Between Two Rock Hard Places
Summary:
Brandy tries to satisfy the twins. Calcine tries to push Brandy to win.
Chapter Text
Lixi and Calcine were staring down at Brandy with such intensity it burned, and all Brandy could do was blush. It wasn't like she was going anywhere. Calcine lifted her legs and put them on her shoulder, resting Brandy's back against Lixi's wonderfully soft chest. There was a raging inferno in Calcine's eyes, and Brandy could feel her heart hammering against her ribcage. She tried to move to get a bit more comfortable, and Calcine was having none of it, tightening her grip on Brandy's ankles.
Fuck she was beautiful now. Calcine had always been pretty, but her evolution refined it to a polished shine. It wasn't just the much bigger breasts, though Brandy wouldn't complain about them and fully intended to get her head lost in there later. Calcine just suited a bigger frame, the fiery rivulets running under Calcine's skin in pulsing lines highlighting her firmer muscle, bigger arms, and a cock that was making Brandy sweat almost as much as the heat. Calcine had a fiery side that leaked through when she got worked up, a domineering personality that just wanted to slam a woman up against the nearest surface and make her moan senseless. She had the body to do that now, and Brandy had given her permission to do it.
She was probably going to die. But it would be a death with honor.
"Ready?" Calcine said, "No second thoughts?"
"I'm not even having first thoughts," Brandy bubbled. "You're so hot."
"I love this woman already," Lixi said as she caressed Brandy's breast, giving it a firm squeeze that made her gasp. "Her muscles are all knots though."
"Spitfire went hard on her," Sparky said from the side. She was sitting on her knees, fanning herself with one hand to try to fend off the heat as she watched. "Amazed she's not a big ball of ache."
"We can help with that," Lixi said, and Brandy saw her reach out to stroke along her inner thighs. Calcine watched as Lixi's fingers slipped a wave of heat into her thighs, sinking deep into Brandy's muscles and drawing a soft moan from her as they relaxed. "You use heat much, Calcine?"
"I have Incinerate, it's good for warming people up."
"Oh, there's so much more you can do. Heat Crash can build someone up to an orgasmic meltdown, but since you've just Evolved. Why don't I show you how to use Flame Charge?"
"Is this going to take much time? I want to fuck her," Calcine growled, "I'm going to make her mine. Be quick."
Brandy's heart fluttered at the thought of it. Getting destroyed by Calcine? All for it. It sounded a delight.
"Quick it is! I'll show you how to melt a woman from the inside out." Lixi's fingers danced along Brandy's pussy lips, sweat dripping down her thighs as she felt the heat pour into her body, sinking deep, deep into her core. It was intense, and Brandy couldn't help but moan as she felt the fire rise inside her, threatening to consume her whole. Her muscles didn't ache anymore; they burned, as her whole body became a molten ball of pleasure shaped by Lixi's fingers.
"That's what you can do with a finger?" Calcine said.
"Mhmm," Lixi nodded. "One finger can charge her up, ready to be lit."
Calcine looked at Brandy thoughtfully, and then a slow grin took over her face. "Brandy, bite Lixi's arm for me."
Brandy chewed down without a second thought. It was a good thing she did because Calcine drove her hips forward and crushed her cock against Lixi's finger as she rushed inside Brandy. Brandy's pussy tried to resist, but Calcine had the muscle to spare, and her dick overwhelmed any fight Brandy's body had to give. Calcine wanted her badly, and she wouldn't wait a second longer.
"Calcine!" Brandy moaned, feeling Calcine stretch her out as she thrust her hips forward, driving inexorably deeper. Calcine gripped Brandy's hips so firmly for the support she was going to leave bruises. Brandy didn't care. She felt so full already, and the pleasure rushed through her like a molten wave. It was just so intense! That Bracelet was never going to beep again.
"Lixi used a finger," Calcine said as she ground her hips in a circle and made Brandy see entire galaxies of stars. "I think you can take more. I know you can."
Lixi nodded and gave Calcine a bright smile, "You pick this up quick. Usually I wouldn't be so helpful, but Carkol have to stick together."
"Stick it in together," Sparky snerked.
Brandy couldn't see her. Her eyes were blurry with happy tears as Calcine just unloaded all her pent-up passion into her with every thrust.
"She's got a firm ass right there, Lixi, and you're not doing anything with it? Calcine the only one here who finds her hot?"
Lixi snorted and clasped her hands over Calcine's. Now they both had a hold of her ass, and their combined strength could lift her up effortlessly.
"Watch carefully, little bug. You might learn something."
"Keep her feet up on my shoulders," Calcine grunted, "I want to fold her up between us, press on her until the pressure makes her head spin."
"Oh my," Lixi said as she tried to line Brandy up. Calcine was huge, and Lixi was a near-perfect copy with so much more experience. Brandy could feel how Lixi just had to twist her hips slightly to have her cock line up, so well practiced it was like second nature.
"Calcine, you want to hammer me home?" Lixi grinned, "She's your woman. You should get to break her."
Calcine's cock pulsed at the thought of it, and she took a deep breath. Her fingers squeezed into Brandy's skin as she leaned forward to steal a warm kiss from Brandy's lips. Calcine's eyes were bright with heat up close, glaring at Brandy with predatory hunger. Brandy wiggled her ass with excitement, stroking it over the tip of Lixi's cock and making her breath deepen as Brandy enjoyed a long, thorough kiss with her partner sunk deep inside of her.
"You're meant to be teasing Brandy," Lixi said, voice tight as they dragged that kiss on. Calcine's cock stirring Brandy's insides felt so good she just wanted it to last forever.
"She feels so good," Calcine rumbled, pulling out just a bit. "I don't want to share her, but she deserves more."
"I've got plenty back here to give," Lixi groaned. "Please, don't make me beg."
"You'd beg?" Calcine grinned, "Brandy, she said she'd beg."
"She should beg," Brandy mumbled. "It's my ass. Gotta beg for it."
Lixi flicked an angry glare at Sparky, who shrugged. "They don't get this from me. I'm way too horny to tease."
"Brandy, please can I-"
Brandy cut her off with a flex of her hips, pressing Lixi's cock back, that tiny little taste of penetration making her tighten her grip on Brandy. "Beg Cacline. She's in charge. I'm just her toy."
The Bracelet softly beeped as they teased Lixi, they could lose playing this out, but Calcine wanted it. Brandy was being a good girl and just listened to her needs.
"We're both Carkol," Lixi growled, "She's not better than me."
"Shame we're going to lose," Calcine mumbled, sawing her hips and making Brandy's throat pop with little gasps. Her Flame Charge heated Brandy with every stroke, overriding the aches with pure burning pleasure. It surely couldn't last, but for now, it was enough. "Your ass is so good."
"Oh no, you're not blue-balling me!" Lixi hooked her arms under Brandy's armpits and grinned. "Calcine, I can help make this better for her than she's ever had. I can make her melt with you, but I'm not begging. She's begging. Aren't you Brandy?"
Brandy squirmed. The thought of it did sound perfect. Two Calcine's fucking her senseless were better than one, undoubtedly.
"It's no good," Sparky said from her perch. "Calcine's stubborn as hell. You have to do what she wants."
"Brandy, I'm no good at begging," Lixi whined, though with a rumbling purr laced through it that wasn't weak at all. "Beg for me."
"Calcine," Brandy said, stuttering as Cacline pressed her legs into her chest with a firm thrust that almost entirely hilted her. "Lixi and you. Fucking me. Good."
"Good?" Calcine said?
Brandy nodded rapidly. "Good."
It wasn't an eloquent argument, but Brandy didn't have a lot of brain cells to spare anymore.
Calcine pressed forward as Lixi used the hook of her arms to pull Brandy back, and despite her wails, the pair of them worked together to spear her on a second cock. It was such a thump of sudden, raw sensation she didn't even feel the pain. It heightened to something so far beyond Brandy could barely make sense of it. Her body just wasn't equipped to deal with this sort of intensity. Brandy found her head swimming as she felt both of them drive into her, the heat and pressure of their muscles squeezing down on her made her thighs tremble against Calcine's chest, her ass clapping against their hips as they fought to claim more of her. It was so much, and Brandy couldn't help but surrender to it all.
Not that she had much choice. Brandy could barely move as they plowed her senseless. With her legs pressed up between her and Calcine until she was nearly kissing her own ankles, all Brandy could do was hold on for the ride as Calcine and Lixi grabbed onto whatever bit of her wasn't slipping out of their grasp and just pumped through all the protests Brandy's body made. Her walls and folds tried to clench down around the pair, slow them down to something Brandy could at least comprehend, but they were having none of it.
"So deep," Brandy groaned, "I can feel you touching each other."
"They're high-fiving in there?" Sparky gasped. "Say more details!"
"Can't," Brandy groaned, thick claps echoing in the sauna as Lixi swung her hips with dizzying force, crushing her down onto Calcine's cock, which was doing such a fantastic job of splitting her open. "Impossible, they're too much."
Calcine was giving as good as she got. It was like the pair were fighting for dominance while in her. It felt like their cocks were crashing together, and every impact sent a burning earthquake crashing through Brandy's body, setting her nerves aflame and ripping out more heavy, panting groans. She wasn't even sure if she'd know if she orgasmed with how hard they were going. It was so much more intense than that, and the heat built between them promised something truly cataclysmic to come.
"Beautiful muscles, but so smooth," Lixi said. "She's a natural fit for us."
"Yeah, the world's easiest jigsaw puzzle," Sparky cackled. "But so satisfying to get right."
Brandy was slipping in and out of being able to concentrate on them talking as they fucked her. Her brain was spinning too fast to focus. The heat was getting worse, but she wanted more of it. She could feel both of them growling as they claimed her; it was the most beautiful thing. Lixi had to stand her ground as Calcine took the chance to hammer her, bouncing Brandy between them like she was made of jelly, her legs squeezing at Calcine's head as her chest clapped against her thighs.
"I can feel that warmth wrapped around my dick," Calcine said as she leaned into Brandy, licking at her lips as she bounced Brandy on the two thick dicks they'd speared her with. "You're going to Heat Crash her."
"If you want me to," Lixi grinned. "It's your show."
"End her," Calcine said, "I want her to break as I cum."
Calcine was saying the nicest things. Brandy nearly passed out right there and then.
"You can do it," Lixi coaxed, "Reach deep inside yourself and pull the move out. You know her. You know how to break a woman's body. If anyone's destroying her today, it should be you."
"Fuck yeah," Sparky said, "Do it, Calcine, get what you want."
Brandy was wheezing as she tried to hold on, her body quivering as sweat poured off her body. The heat built up inside her made her feel like she'd already melted, and they were just fucking the sloppy mess she'd become. Calcine's focus was so pure, so heartfelt she threw her arms around Caline for an anchor, looking into her eyes for support and finding a pure, honest lust she'd always known was there and was now crashing out.
"Cum for me," Calcine ordered, and Brandy obeyed.
It was white hot. Everything they'd been building up consumed her, every groping press and hip pound had stoked this fire up to a raging bonfire, and Brandy fell back into it and felt the warm caress of a flame that loved her, wanted to consume her and become one with her. Let her body dance in endless pleasure as they burned as one.
Calcine leaned forward and stole a deep kiss from Brandy's lips as Lixi pounded into her, their dicks grinding together and sending a spark up Brandy's back that made her tremble. It was the final spark needed to set off an explosion, and when it hit, she came so hard her scream cracked halfway through into wordless burbling. Wet warmth filled her up as Calcine and Lixi came into her, and Brandy reached out, grasping to try to hold onto something, but it was futile. The second aftershock of pleasure rippled through her body and crashed into the first. Brandy felt her legs falling as she fell face-first into that wonderful, expansive Carkol chest.
Warm cloaks were wrapped around her as the pleasure waves of the Heat Crash began to ebb, and Brandy fell from the peak of pleasure into the depths of sleep.
Hopefully, Calcine got what she wanted because Brandy couldn't be happier with how this went.
Chapter 135: Showered With Praise
Summary:
The results are in. Kind of.
Chapter Text
It was the pitter-patter of warm water over her skin that woke Brandy, but slowly. Her eyelids were so heavy she didn't want to open them. Her head laid on something far softer than any mattress. The constant hiss of the water gave away it wasn't rain, but Brandy put off opening her eyes and trying to piece together thoughts to pretend.
Her Partners surrounded her, huddled together against the beating storm, each comforting her. Calcine's heat and warmth, Morgan's soft feathers and hat for shielding her head, and Sparky's fur, all three of them so fucking huggable it made her giddy. She hoped she gave them as much comfort as they gave her because even in the worst weather, she wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.
It wasn't a storm though, so she couldn't just huddle and wait it out. There were things to be done, and opening her eyes was the first step.
Brandy sighed happily and nuzzled into the warm flesh she used as a pillow. Five more minutes of sleep. If it was really important, they'd have woken her up. The drumbeat of rain on her ears made her hearing swim, but as she tried to drift back off, she couldn't help but catch the other sounds around her. Wet slapping, throaty moans, and a deep, bassy purr that made Brandy's spine tingle.
Maybe a peek was worth the energy.
As Brandy blinked water out of her eyes, the rest of her body slowly checked in. Every report was the same, heavy with exhaustion, unwilling to take part in any action. Brandy, why do you do this to us?
She couldn't fault her body for lack of effort. It'd given all it got, and she'd have fallen to a heap on the floor if she wasn't so well supported. Brandy's limbs were wrapped up in the embrace of strong, muscular arms. The feeling of soft skin against hers made struggling against them pleasant, no matter how futile. A warmth rolled in the softness under her cheek that had to be a breast. It was too pliable to be a thigh, and she could hear a heartbeat through it, far louder than any humans. Every thump a muffled explosion that Brandy found weirdly comforting despite the harshness of it.
"Calcine?" Brandy murmured softly. "That you?"
A hand brushed her hair, slicking back the spikes over and over and trying to keep the water out of her eyes now she was waking.
"Of course," Calcine said softly. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore," Brandy groaned. "Good sore. Delighted sore. Please don't take it as a suggestion to do more sore."
"You sure? I have some ideas."
Brandy groaned, fist beating weakly against Calcine's arm as she laughed and hugged her again. "We dragged you both to the showers. The heat was too much in the Sauna. Needed to cool you off some."
Both? Brandy blinked away the last of the water and tried to focus her vision. The shower was wonderful; not just showerheads, but the entire ceiling seemed to open up and dump a deluge on them. It made sense the Fire Gym needed to go big here. Coming through it with heatstroke wasn't out of the question. It was certainly giving Brandy life, and through the thundering droplets, she tried to pick out what the others were up to.
Morgan was lathering up Cinnamon's tails with soap. Her hat's points held high against the soaking shower and gave her a watery veil to hide in. She occasionally dragged Cinnamon into the water for a sly, hidden kiss as the fox woman purred like a motor engine. Blaze was wrapped in there, sleepily hugging Cinnamon's tails as the soaped-up tails rubbed themselves up to her to clean off her body. It was a fluffy and feathery car wash that Brandy wouldn't have minded jumping into.
"Morgan and Cinnamon hit it off," Calcine chuckled. The rumble of her body underneath Brandy's made her muscles ache, but Brandy didn't complain. Even through the aches, the press of Calcine's body was worth it. "Cinnamon ran out of ideas after a while, and Morgan helped her come up with some new ones. Blaze is going to be spitting up hairballs for weeks."
The Murkrow winked at Brandy and blew her a kiss through the shower streams, then got back to helping Cinnamon put some scratches on Blaze's back. The Gym Leader mewled weakly with pleasure as dark energy curled over Morgan and Cinnamon's interlaced fingers; their fingernails dug deep into her tanned skin.
"Did she say if we won?" Brandy said. "If you won, that was all your lead. You did so well."
The heat beneath her rose, and Brandy didn't need to look at Calcine's face to know she'd see a blush. Instead, she picked at the cape that fluttered up by her arm. Calcine was still in her Fire Stone boosted, Carkol form, but it may not last much longer, and then they find out if she'd done enough to make it stick. It wasn't for Brandy to say on that one. Calcine was perfect in her eyes either way. It was up to Calcine's heart to decide if this suited her.
She had to be as tall as Brandy or damn near close enough. That was going to be so weird if this did last.
"Blaze hasn't said anything that's made sense for hours." Calcine laughed. "I made Morgan promise to stop fucking her."
"I didn't promise!" Cinnamon called out, "I'm enjoying this so much."
Good, Brandy hadn't really let the Ninetails do anything to her. She'd been far too enraptured by Calcine and Lixi. The best she'd been able to do was make sure Cinnamon and Blaze didn't go without. Speaking of people who might have missed out...
"Sparky?"
"Hah," Calcine grinned. "She started comparing Lixi and me, pointing out I was a little bigger and better at fucking you."
"Lixi must have hated that."
"Oh, she did." Calcine turned Brandy's head, shifting it to the other side. Brandy got a nice look along the rolling curves of Calcine's chest as she saw where that slapping noise was coming from. Lixi had Sparky face down against the shower tile, one hand on the back of her head to pin her still as her other hand held Sparky's hip up. She was mercilessly fucking the Joltik's ass, Lixi's dark skin glistening in the water as she trusted her hips to drive the smaller Pokémon into the tiles.
Brandy knew Sparky was incredibly flexible, but Lixi was the first person she'd seen really make use of it. She'd twisted Sparky's spine up so far Sparky's own body was crushing her. From her tightly squeezed, shining eyes and panting tongue, it was clear Sparky was having a wonderful time getting her ass pounded so firmly there was no way she'd be sitting down again today. Brandy had been on the receiving end of Lixi's cock recently, and even though she'd been gentle, Brandy still felt what she'd done every time her hips twitched, the lingering heat making her spine shiver.
She wasn't being gentle with Sparky, insisting the Joltik keep praising her as she turned Sparky's brains into mush, and the rough domination was curiously arousing. Not just the thought of being under her, though Brandy would gladly be torn to shreds doing that. No, it was the thought of getting Sparky to enjoy herself so much that she panted like a dog.
"I should get a strap," Brandy said, "For Sparky."
"Make it a surprise," Calcine laughed. "And you might make her evolve on the spot in excitement. You could always practice for Maple."
Brandy snorted. If that happened, there would only be one person wearing a strap, and it wouldn't be Brandy.
"I loved this, all of it," Calcine said as she pulled Brandy up for a kiss. Brandy didn't have the energy even to kiss back properly, just letting Calcine push her about with her warm, peppery-tasting lips and nuzzling affectionately at her fiery. "Everyone did. Spitfire says you owe her as you were clearly too broken for a second round, but even she seemed happy."
"Thanks," Brandy smiled. "I'll make it up to her before we go somehow."
"You worked out the trick with her yet? Her challenge?"
Brandy had an inkling. Throwing a powerful Pokémon up front was a common gym trick from old challenges, and they did it for many reasons. Spitfire's grill was meant to keep Trainer's relaxed, even with the threat, and stop people trying to fight past her. Which meant they only had a few other ways to do it.
"She always fucks them, doesn't she? You're meant to go into the next fight, all broken. Blaze's part is testing how you can handle partners who want to be intimate, even when you're not able to perform."
"Clever girl," Calcine kissed the top of Brandy's head, and Brandy squirmed with delight at the praise. "I don't think she always fucks them, but they might come through full of food or worn out from a tough fight. Then the bracelet goes on, and they got to dig deep and perform."
"Mine barely beeped." Brandy tapped her hand to Calcine's breast, squeezing her fingers into it. "Look at what I had? Two of you, I was boiling hot the whole time. You could have just talked me into an orgasm."
"You'd have lasted longer," Calcine rumbled, a little guilt in her tone, which Brandy tried to kiss away. Her kissing game was so sloppy that she sucked on the tip of Calcine's nose, the pair of them staring at each other awkwardly before breaking into giggles. "Idiot."
"No way I've got Carkol titty to rest on," Brandy said. "I'm the smartest girl alive."
"I didn't hurt you?" Calcine said, nerves creeping in as she used her cape to hook around the bottom of Brandy's legs and give her a swing on which she could sit without fear of sliding off. "I know you said not to worry, but you screamed a lot."
"You re-arranged my insides and knocked my brain out of my head. Was good screams." Brandy blushed, remembering it. "Real good scream."
"You can handle me?"
"I can handle Mercury. I can handle a cocky Carkol," Brandy said, "Your worry is noted and cute and sexy. Now cut it out. I'll handle you. You know that."
"In your own weird way," Calcine said, finally pressing a hand to Brandy's back and working heat into her aching muscles. Along with the shower water, it was simply divine. Brandy couldn't hold back a content moan.
"In my own weird way," Brandy repeated. "That's a promise."
She was just about to try a kiss again when Morgan let out a worried squawk.
"Brandy, we broke her."
Brandy leaned to look at Morgan and Cinnamon, both looking guilty as sin as they held Blaze between them, the Gym Leader's head lolling back and fore to rest on their shoulders. Her eyes had gone all glassy, all sensible thought thoroughly fucked out of her head and leaving her just a goofily smiling husk.
"Fix her?" Cinnamon said, offering her down to Brandy. "Please, I do love her. We got a bit carried away."
Fire and Dark Types, what could she do? Well, there were bits of Brandy that did work. She'd just have to use them.
"Lay her down on Calcine's cloak. Come on, join our wet cuddle puddle. Sparky, you want in?"
"Ah! Aaaah! Fuck Lixi! You're so big! Fuck!"
Sparky was good where she was.
Calcine fluttered out her fiery cape, the dark coal patches highlighted by glowing molten lines, and Morgan and Cinnamon lowered Blaze into it, the blonde Trainer hugging the warm fabric to her like a comforter as shower water splashed and sizzled around her.
"Okay, Morgan, use Gust to give her a nice breeze. Cool her off. Get the fluff out of her."
"There's um," Cinnamon tapped her tails together guiltily. "A lot of fluff."
"Use your tongue if you really have to," Brandy giggled. "It'll be fine. Just get her cleaned and cooled off Morgan."
"I'll eat her out for you so nicely, Mistress," Morgan said with a sweeping bow, getting between Blaze's legs as her wind washed the water over her body.
"Cinnamon, use Safeguard. Massage her like you did me with your tails. Make her feel like she's coming home. Head in your lap. Let your love flow into her."
"I-"
"Metaphorically, don't make her give you a blowjob," Brandy added. She could see that question coming from the twitch of excitement in Cinnamon's cock. Fire types really were insatiable. "If she wants to lick a little, let her, nothing rough."
"Yes, okay, gentle. I can do that." Cinnamon's fox ears were so cute when they were wiggling in worry. She soon had Blaze wrapped up and massaged like Brandy said, her face strained as she tried not to reach out for Blaze, who was nuzzling up to her cock and giving it soft kisses.
Morgan was clearly good with her tongue, because it didn't take long for Blaze to have a gentle orgasm, breathy and shaking as Cinnamon hugged her tight with all her tails, a little light coming back to the Gym Leader's eyes as she yawned.
"Cin, I had the best dream," Blaze mumbled, mouth working like she was trying to work something out of her teeth. Then she spat out a small ball of golden fluff. "Cinnamon..."
"You told me to do it. Not my fault." Cinnamon said quickly, rubbing her fingers over Blaze's face and making her Trainer pull faces as she tried to fight them off.
"Cinnamon!" Blaze drew her name out, making the Fox Lady crouch in on herself even if she was grinning. "You can't Safeguard forever. I will bite you after. I feel like I deep-throated one of your tails!" then Blaze squeaked, her thighs squeezing Morgan's head as her ass wiggled in the air. "Fuck! That's what woke me up? Okay, you're forgiven."
Blaze sniffed and wiped one eye clear, noticing the droplets raining down on her face and looking up at the shower, then to the two women opposite her.
Brandy and Calcine waved, giving Blaze a dopey pair of grins.
"I don't know how to score this," Blaze said, sinking a hand into her soaked blonde hair, the burnt tips clinging to her tanned skin. "I barely remember half of it. Did Cinnamon pin me down and fuck me?"
"I pinned you down. She fucked you." Morgan said, tipping her hat up to smile at Blaze as she paused her pussy eating. "Then we both did it with fingers to see who could make you squirm the most. Then-"
"Okay, okay," Blaze tipped Morgan's hat back down. "Enough of that. I'm remembering bits of it. Fuck, Lixi!"
"WHAT?" Lixi cried as she spanked Sparky's thigh. She was standing tall, pistoning into Sparky from above and standing on her head with one foot while she did it. Sparky was completely out of it, so love-struck it was a wonder her blue eyes hadn't transformed into hearts. She definitely had to get that strap. Maybe Morgan could help her get a good one? She had a feeling Morgan knew how to accessorize. "I mean, what do you want, Blaze? I'm busy."
"Don't take that tone with me! I'll get Spitfire in here, and you'll be the one eating shower tile."
Lixi just grinned and gave a thrust that got a wobbly moan out of Sparky, electricity crackling along her fur and tingling in the shower water. "Do it, coward. The little bug makes it sound like a lot of fun."
"Stop thinking with your dick and be a little professional. We have to judge Brandy."
"Eh," Lixi shrugged. "Can't argue that wasn't all high emotion, but it was weird. I think she was more interested in evolving her Rolycoly to focus much on the task. Besides, she wasn't even in charge. Her hot as fuck partner was."
"Oh, right!" Blaze said, "Calcine, you want to explain that?"
"We agreed I could take the lead because I seem to-" she trailed off.
"Nothing seems to about it," Brandy nudged her to continue. "Say it."
"I love being in charge." Calcine said, "A lot."
"That's sweet." Cinnamon tickled a tail under Blaze's chin. "I learned today I don't mind it now and then either."
Blaze blushed and nibbled on the tail tip thoughtfully. "I'm not used to losing control like that. But I admit it was fun, just to let their passions ride."
"Yeah," Brandy smiled, "You have to direct them so they don't get too lost, but they know what they want. It's so good to let them have it isn't it?"
"It was good," Blaze sighed. "I haven't let loose like that in ages. I feel so pumped! I want to drag Spitfire in here and see if she can get fired up about it too. It's such a unique way of doing things."
"Absolutely," Morgan said, tipping her hat up again. "So Blaze, we're willing to award you the Brandy Badge. For getting scrapes on your knees. I'll draw it inside you with my tongue."
Cinnamon slapped a wet tail down on Morgan's hat and pushed her back into Blaze's pussy. Her tail feathers shook as she rolled her hips cockily.
"Cheeky bird. I thought Unovan's were meant to be polite." Blaze laughed, stretching in Cinnamon's grip. "Calcine, I'm giving you the badge. You did great, led the team well, and showed everyone a good time. Never given a Pokémon a badge before, but you've got a human heart in there, and I'm rarely this impressed. I didn't think there was much new to learn about passion."
"I'm going to give it to Brandy." Calcine said, "She let me do all this. She trusts me deeply."
"Oh no, it's yours. I expect you to keep it. Brandy, I think, needs a proper challenge."
"I think it'll be a week before I can do this again," Brandy groaned. "I may need to come back another time. I'm in the Wandering Whimsicott Tournament now, and I need to find out where to be for the first round."
"I didn't say you had to do this again, just that you needed a proper challenge. A finishing test. There's no doubting your love for your Partners and your dedication to their needs. I just need to see some passion, so you'll show it. Rest up. I'll come to find you tomorrow to give Calcine her badge and explain."
Brandy sank her head back against Calcine's chest and looked up. The pride on her face, the beaming, slightly embarrassed grin of someone who'd gotten more than they could ever believe possible. She'd be such a heel to spoil the moment, so she squeezed Calcine's thigh again and kissed her chin when she looked down.
"First Pokémon with a badge," Brandy smirked. "Going to be in the history books."
"Unofficially," Blaze said. "I mean, technically, I can't actually give you a badge. The rules aren't as bendy as your Joltik, sorry."
"I'm happy with having an Unofficial badass for a Partner," Brandy grinned. "Calcine."
Calcine sniffed. She was trying not to cry. Brandy made an effort to work her aching muscles and pull herself up so she could give Calcine a kiss properly.
"You did better than I thought possible. Don't ever doubt yourself." Brandy said, "You got this."
"Didn't say you could speak," Calcine's throat was froggy as she spoke in the kiss, her grip tight as she squeezed Brandy close. "Have to train you better."
"You don't want that. I might evolve into my Mom."
"I wouldn't say no," Morgan said, and Calcine took her turn tipping Morgan's hat down.
"Speaking of Evolution," Calcine smiled. "I think I like this. It suits me. You need someone on your level to keep your head out of the clouds."
"So you're going to stick with it?"
Calcine looked at Sparky and licked her lips. "Might test it out a little more first to ensure it settles right. But if Blaze is going to pin a badge on my chest after Morgan's done with her, I want to give her a big target."
Brandy looked down. Targets this big Blaze couldn't miss. But she got her face in there to check and make sure they really were suitable for the world's first Pokémon badge.
She didn't find any faults.
Chapter 136: Puzzle Dungeon
Summary:
Brandy is too sleepy for puzzles.
Chapter Text
Brandy was too tired to walk, but her Partners had her covered. Sparky had wrapped her up in silk, and Calcine was carrying her to their booked rooms. As they walked, Morgan flitted about, trying to sneak kisses in on Brandy's hair and cheeks. Her arms were bound up, so she couldn't fight her off, and Calcine's fiery snorts weren't dissuading her.
"Let me at her. I want to thank her," Morgan trilled.
"Not a chance. You're going to steal her. She's done for the day."
"I would never!" Morgan gasped, a wing over her mouth to hide her shock. "I just want a speedy word."
"Absolutely going to steal," Sparky grinned, flicking sparks Morgan's way and making her dart back. "You've been full of yourself since you ate out Blaze."
"She made such pretty noises, and Cinnamon said I did a good job." Morgan poked her tongue out at Calcine. "I could prove it. Let me have her".
"Calcine and Harper," Brandy mumbled in her web cocoon, rubbing her head against Calcine's arm. Pleasingly firm muscle nursing her head, "You and Cinnamon. Is Sparky going to get a girlfriend?"
Sparky gasped. "Calcine, she's so distracted by your new tits she didn't even see Lixi fucking my brains out. She absolutely destroyed me." Sparky tried to roll her hips and winced, squeezing her legs together. "Crushed. Ouch. You're going to have to be careful with that dick Calcine. You barely know how to use it."
"I'll rope you in for a practice," Calcine snorted. "Both of you behave. It's been a long day. Brandy's done well. She needs some rest."
"Sure thing, Girlfriend," Sparky grinned as she pressed herself up to Calcine's side and gave her underboob a kiss. "But just curious, what you gonna do if we don't? You gonna bend us over your new thick thighs?"
"You going to spank us?" Morgan took the other side, brushing a wing over Calcine's new body. "Going to use that powerful body of yours to pound us into the dirt?"
Was this because Calcine got a badge? Or were they both just horny idiots? Probably the latter, but it was fun to see them fawn over Calcine and the slight curl in Calcine's lips at the attention. She liked it and was much worse at hiding it than she used to be. It was nice to see Calcine get a little in touch with her true feelings.
Only fair Brandy rescued her after all she's done today.
"They're insatiable," Brandy said, "Calcine. Let me down. I'll just have to skip the date I've got planned for tomorrow. They want me now."
"I will call your bluff," Morgan said as Sparky shook her head madly. "I want a teaser of it. Whet my appetite, or I'm going to feast right now."
"She gives a gym leader multiple orgasms, and she thinks she's a pussy eating Legendary," Sparky tugged at Brandy's web-bound arm. "I can't stop her. She hungers. You'll have to give up something to distract her."
The working together was shameless but lucky for them, Brandy found shamelessness a turnon.
"I've got a game planned. You'll both compete. Calcine will be the judge." Brandy blew Morgan a kiss. "And you can't cheat at this one."
"Rules?" Morgan said, her competitive edge coming out like a drawn knife, staring past her at Sparky.
"Find out tomorrow, but I have to wear a short skirt." Brandy tried to wiggle her hips, bound up as she was; her caterpillar wiggles made Calcine grip tighter. Which wasn't so bad. The feeling of Calcine's fingers pressing into her skin made Brandy melt a little.
"How short?" Sparky said. "You already have short skirts."
"Shorter."
"I'm so in." Sparky's eyes were all lit up as she bounced on her heel. "I've already won. I'll forfeit if you want Morgan long as I get to slap her thighs."
"No deal, win fairly." Morgan waved her hand, and a light slap of hardened air hit the back of Brandy's thighs. She mewled. She couldn't help it, rolling in the silk as she felt the sting prickle over the back of her legs. "It is fun, though."
"She's. Resting." Calcine growled, her voice deepening to the warning rumble of a volcano. Morgan and Sparky's backs stiffened like ramrods springing them straight to attention. Calcine gave a nod. "I like being a Carkol. Gives me presence."
Brandy saw the pair staring at Calcine's ass as she walked and rolled her eyes. "It gives you something all right. It suits you, though, being tall as me."
"Taller."
"You wish," Brandy bumped her head against Calcine's arm. "You're only as tall as me, and you know it. Maybe next time."
"Next time," Sparky licked her lips. "Once her Fire Stone is all charged up again, we can see what Coalossal Calcine looks like."
"Big, I imagine," Morgan said, "So for you, Sparky, no difference."
"Wow! You say that when you're the smallest here, Morgan." Sparky said. "Such nerve."
"I'm almost as tall as Brandy. Don't be foolish."
"I wasn't talking height," Sparky grinned.
"I can sit on them when I become a Coalossal," Calcine whispered to Brandy as the pair scratched at each other. "Might shut them up."
"Don't give them what they want," Brandy said. "That's my job. Once I've got some rest. A long, long rest."
And maybe a few ice packs.
--
Brandy had forgotten how weird the place they were staying at was. Cogs clinked against the saw-toothed runners of the giant bank vault door fitted to the side of her house. The mechanical bird outside had spoken to them last time, and then the place had opened a slot to eat their backpacks. Which, on reflection, they'd been more trusting about than they ought to have been.
"Hey, house bird!" Brandy yelled from Calcine's arms. "Can we come in now?"
The mechanical bird above the door took a few moments to come to life before it bent down its head and fluttered its metal wings. The metal feathers sounded like chimes as they clinked together.
"Absolutely. Are you ready for the riddle?" the bird chirped back. "I've come up with some good ones."
"No," Brandy groaned. "I'm sleepy, achy, and all tied up. Can we skip them?"
"Tied up? That's the secret answer, hold on, hold on."
The group looked at each other in confusion as the door made a series of clicks, a cog running up the saw-toothed runner and pulling the door out of the wall before it rolled to the side with a loud, mechanical grinding.
"The neighbors must hate these people so much," Sparky said, hands over her ears. "If they leave early for work, I'd say people are allowed to murder them."
Brandy wasn't against the idea. It was a really loud mechanism.
The door rolled back to reveal a short but curvy woman with long, brown hair that hung in curly waves down one shoulder. She stared at them with her big brown eyes but didn't speak, mainly because she had a white cloth gag in her mouth, the edges of her lips curled up in a smile around it. She stood tall with her hands behind her back, dressed in a form-fitting red strapless dress made of some shiny material that looked like it'd squeak when she moved. It was laced up down the middle with what looked like a leather cord, strung through metal buttons fitted into the dress, and tied off with an engraved padlock.
"Woof," Sparky said after a stunned silence. "That's a look."
She bobbed her head back and fore and muffled out what might have been a hello. Brandy wasn't sure. She was too busy staring at everything to think too hard.
The room she was in was just as surprising as their greeter, all plush red leather furniture around stone fittings, a few hidden purple lights illuminating the doors and stairs leading out of the hallway. The doors had locks on them, the windows had bars and locks, and pretty much anything that looked like a container had a padlock on it too. All pretty ones, but it was still an insane thing to take in.
"Is this legal?" Calcine said quietly. "Should we call the police?"
"Prudes," Morgan said with a smirk as she stepped through the entrance and paced around the woman waiting for them. She reached out to grab something behind her, then pulled her back. Her arms were bound up too. The straps of her outfit went round to her back and ran back and fore over her arms until they were tied fast.
"All wrapped up like a present," Morgan said as she trailed a finger over the woman's neck. She looked up with a blush, bounding on her heels to reach high enough to kiss Morgan, but she was far too short. Morgan stopped her with a finger under the chin, making her throat bubble with a gag-stuffed groan. Morgan lifted the lock tying her outfit together, and looked at it.
"It's engraved," Morgan said, "It says, 'Welcome guests. Anything of Trinkets is yours. If you can find the right keys."
"You got a key for us?" Sparky said, zipping past Calcine to join Morgan, pawing at the bound-up woman's side. "You're hot. We're hungry. This is perfect."
"How are you still horny," Brandy groaned, "That was exhausting!"
"I'm Electric, and Morgan didn't actually fuck anyone. We're starving!" Sparky said, leaning to whisper conspiratorially to the tied-up woman. "She barely feeds us. It's criminal. I'm still a virgin."
"You're a liar," Brandy groaned. "Calcine cut me out. If Trinket locked up our beds, I will sit on her until she lets us in."
Calcine tore open her web cocoon with one hand, and the trail of tearing fingers over Brandy's skin made her jump right to her feet in shock. Before falling right back into Calcine's arms as her legs gave out.
"That was cool, but we're going to solve this. Slowly. Ow." Brandy's limbs ached so badly they didn't want to play with her. She could barely stand.
The gagged woman gave a sad whine, and Morgan clucked her tongue. "Don't worry. If we don't find a key, I can try to pick the lock. I want you."
Her needy whine was absolutely adorable. Poor girl, Detective Brandy would help you get fucked, or she'll find a free sofa and go to sleep trying.
Chapter 137: Can Do It In My Sleep
Summary:
Brandy gets tucked in. The Pokémon are in charge now. Oh no.
Chapter Text
It was a long day, and Brandy felt guilty she wasn't in the puzzle mood. This thing their host had put on seemed fun. It really did. But Brandy didn't have an ounce of energy for it. She just wanted to lie down and maybe hibernate for a few months.
Her Partners seemed a lot more enthusiastic. Brandy was building up a lot of Stamina, but Pokémon were on a whole other level. She hated ruining the fun, but they noticed her flagging spirits. Morgan burst into a cloud of black feathers that swept over the bound woman and appeared at Brandy's side.
"Let's get her to bed." Morgan said, "Will the sofa work?"
"Are they clean?" Sparky said, looking up at the gagged brunette. She nodded as she shuffled on the spot, her breath quickened from Morgan's touches.
Calcine laid Brandy down on one of the plush red sofas with some unused handcuffs still tied to the armrest. The cool leather against her skin made her shuffle as she tried to warm up to it, thankful that the sofa cushions were so generously stuffed. She'd had enough hard things pressed into her for one day.
"Let's tuck the Brandy in," Sparky said with a grin, "Calcine, can we borrow your cloak?"
"Sure," Calcine said, undoing the knot on her fiery cape. Brandy didn't even know it came off until now, but the massive thing still glowed with heat as its molten rock pattern flowed across it.
It wasn't as hot as it looked. It was more like the heat of a warm bath, a little jolt at first contact but quickly became pleasantly comfortable. Brandy tugged it closer to her, ruffling her cheek up against it. It was so soft and pliable that it felt more gel than cloth. Which it might be. Clothing that was part of a Pokémon could do completely impossible things.
"Tuck her in more." Sparky said, "I want to see her at peak cozy."
Brandy tried to bat hands away, but it was a futile fight. They turned her on her side, and then Morgan helped them tuck the cloak in on itself, fixing the edges tight under her until she was swaddled up in it, one hand under a cushion her head was leaning on. Morgan looked rather proud of her wrapping skills, her bottom lip bit as she looked at Brandy relax into it. The heat surrounding her was a soft cocoon of warmth that leeched into her aching muscles and soothed her pains. Her eyelids drooped as she just relaxed. Only her head, still buzzing with the excitement of the busy day, stopped her drifting off right there and then.
"Love you all," Brandy mumbled. "Puzzle time. Someone take charge."
Calcine's red eyes glowed as she straightened up, using her few extra inches of height to look down at Morgan. Morgan puffed out her chest and spread her wings.
"Come get a piece if you want," Morgan said, "I'll see how sweetly your new look moans when I get my claws into you."
Brandy had asked them to stop fighting, but it clearly wouldn't stick. Calcine loved being in charge, and Morgan wanted to do her own things. It was impossible for the two not constantly to butt heads. It was tempting to put Sparky in charge, but she'd hate it, so Brandy had to make a snap call.
"Morgan's in charge," she said, "You've had all day Calcine. Let her have some fun. She loves this over-the-top stuff."
Calcine tensed, keeping her eyes locked on Morgan, and for just a moment, Brandy thought she might refuse. She reached forward and got a hand under Morgan's chin, tipping her head up.
"I'm all yours, Morgan. I'll do anything you want me to. Anything." she leaned in closer, her voice getting deeper and more growly. Morgan stepped back as Calcine forced her to look straight up to match her eyes. "Just say where you want me."
"Right." Morgan nodded, pushing the hand away and lowering her head. Calcine couldn't see her face hidden by the brim, but Brandy could see the blush that'd conquered Morgan's face in seconds. She fussed with the hat brim, clearly wanting to sweep it off and cool down if only everyone weren't there to see what was under it.
Sparky plopped down on the couch, her butt pressing against Brandy's chest through Calcine's cloak. Sparky reached down to play with the spikes of Brandy's hair; head dipped with it so she could whisper.
"They're so cute, aren't they?"
Calcine loomed over Morgan as she returned to the woman in the tight fighting outfit with bound-up arms. Morgan's feathers hid a lot of her nerves, but Brandy had really good eyes now, and she could see the rivers of sweat coming off her as she tried to explore the woman's body. Pressing with her hands as Calcine followed her curiously, so close she threatened to push Morgan into her.
Cute was not the word Brandy would use, but it was certainly something.
"Not going to get in there?" Brandy said, nuzzling her head back against Sparky's fingers. The sparks on her fingertips massaged her scalp. The fizzling sensation helped calm her mind. Coupled with the show, it was all just wonderfully pleasant. "I bet you could get up her skirt, even if they can't untie her."
"I got my fill with Lixi. I'll let them have fun." Sparky grinned, "Where do you think the key to her padlock is?"
Brandy looked at the woman, who'd been picked up by Calcine at Morgan's order so she could study her legs and slide a hand up her skirt. She was blushing even worse than Morgan, but she'd been surprisingly quiet with it all, even as her eyes occasionally tensed and her legs kicked.
"Mouth," Brandy mumbled, "She's trying not to make noise. I bet she's got the key on her tongue."
"You can see Morgan loves that she's gagged. She's never going to find it." Sparky said.
Even as she shied from Calcine's intense glares, Morgan was having fun. Black energy coated her fingernails as she scratched at the brunette's side, making her rub her legs together and heave her chest. Her outfit made crinkling noises as it moved, encouraging Morgan to tease her further with Dark energy scratches.
"I thought Dark were simple lusts," Brandy said, sinking her head into the sofa cushion. "But she loves complicated things the most. Maybe that's why Calcine has her all flustered."
"Calcine?" Sparky snorted. "She's simple, wants to do right by everyone but has a deep, deep hunger in her. Reminds me of someone."
Brandy didn't dignify that with an answer, not even as Sparky's fingers trailed down to her neck, the gentle fuzz of low-level electricity making a content moan roll about in her throat. It didn't come out but stayed there, thickening her breath as she tried to talk around it.
Calcine had drawn the woman in, kissing her on the neck hungrily as Morgan put her legs on her shoulder. Wind swirling around the woman, making her tremble as it pressed her tight against Calcine's firm muscle.
"They're going to fuck her without doing the puzzle." Sparky sniggered, "They can't resist."
"I'm not getting to bed, am I?" Brandy said as she closed her eyes. "They'll break her if I fall asleep. Keep me awake."
"You want to help them?" Sparky said, "Focus on the puzzle some."
Brandy didn't respond, just the muffled sounds of a woman trying not to moan and swallow a key as Morgan started to use her wind power in ways that struck deep. Calcine pressed heat and muscle into her, making her body curl.
"Brandy?" Sparky said, poking her cheek.
Brandy opened her mouth to reply, then snorted like a train with a faulty engine. She sputtered, huffed, and made odd wheezing sounds before finishing with a long whistle.
"TRAPS," Morgan yelled, whirling a wing around. "Show yourself!"
Sparky looked up wide-eyed, then pointed to Brandy. Who chainsawed her way through another snore.
"Oh, that's awful. Hold her nose," Morgan said.
"Pat her back," Calcine added. "Sleepy massage."
Sparky tilted Brandy's head their way, and she snuffled her way up to another bassy rumble, mouth wide open as she gave it her all. "I'm in charge now. I got a Brandy cannon. You have to listen to me, or I'll make her shake the walls down."
"Sparky! The vibes," Morgan huffed as she looked at the gagged woman. Who was clearly trying not to laugh. "Think of the vibes. This is so unsexy."
"Poor leadership," Calcine shrugged, "I could make rumbling sexy."
The woman shook her head a few times, brushing the edge of her gag against Morgan's hat until it pulled down and spat a key out, which bounced off her chest before Morgan's summoned winds caught it and floated it over to her padlock.
"Hi! I'm Sandy! Your trainer's cute." Sandy said with an amused giggle, "How about I unlock the bedroom for you? Then you can enjoy the rest of the house. Trinket would hate to see a woman uncomfortable."
"I thought you were Trinket," Sparky said, "And being bound up like that isn't uncomfortable?"
Sandy looked at Morgan in her front, then Calcine behind her, her muscular arms supporting her, and bit her bottom lip.
"I'm very comfy right now." Sandy grinned. "Keep me tied up, and I'll let you tear the costume off instead. I can always make another."
"New leader decision, we're keeping her tied up." and winced as Brandy sucked in another breath and sawed her way through a snore. "Now show us where the bedrooms are. So we can smother Brandy with pillows."
"Oh, that's the solution?" Sparky said and turned to flop onto Brandy, pressing her chest into Brandy's face. It didn't stop the snoring but muffled it enough that it wasn't ear-piercing. "Morgan! You're so smart."
"She's a real genius," Calcine huffed sulkily. "Her hat's clearly hiding her huge brain."
"Clever women turn you on, Calcine?" Morgan grinned. "How exciting."
"Oh, I can't resist them," Calcine smiled, "I just want to pin them to something and fuck them until their brains turn to mush."
"Do I get to watch that?" Sandy said, "I love this, but that sounds so hot."
Morgan padded her wings together as she tried to come up with a response, her long 'uh' eventually dying in her throat. She turned and paced confidently towards a door. "Let's get to the bedroom. For Brandy!"
"That's the wrong door."
"I knew that!"
Chapter 138: Getting Up to Mischief
Summary:
The morning after a really long day. Morgan becomes a new shape.
Chapter Text
Sometimes sleep is so good you don't even want to open your eyes. That was how Brandy felt at that moment, heat radiating off Calcine's cape wrapped around her. Thanks to her mother's inheritance, she'd always been resistant to heat. The warmth felt like love now, both messy and pure. They must have gotten her to bed eventually. Her body had sunk into something much softer than the sofa they'd propped her on earlier.
Brandy gingerly tested some muscles and found the aches had gone. That was fast! All her work must have paid off to bump up her stamina but shaking off a day like she'd had shouldn't come so easily. Lixi had hinted Calcine needed to learn more about her fire. Maybe Calcine's cloak didn't just soothe muscles but helped repair them.
The fact it was still here meant she hadn't reverted to a Rolycoly yet. That was a conversation that Brandy didn't mind having; whatever way she decided, Brandy would be happy to support her.
Brandy tightened her grip on the cloak. It felt so good to laze right now, she could lay here forever and bask in how well things were going, and it'd be a well-spent day. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't alone in the bed, and her shuffling had woken them up, the weight of a body pressing to her side and an arm going around her chest to hug her. Cute.
Brandy nuzzled in to try to work out who it was, the firm muscle of Calcine. Morgan's soft feathers? The fuzzy fur of Sparky?
None of the above, just soft skin and a few hair strands.
Brandy opened her eyes in shock. "Maple?!"
It wasn't Maple. A woman with long black hair fanned out over the pillow, framing delicate features and an incredibly content smile. Her soft brown eyes sleepily blinked to look at Brandy, and she gave a warm, inviting smile.
"I don't think we have a Maple here, but for you, we could pretend."
Brandy felt hands press to her side as someone hauled their weight up onto her body, flopping her arm over Brandy and leaning into the conversation. She had no idea who this person was either, tanned skin with shaggy white hair and lovely golden eyes. She blew Brandy a kiss and then shook her hands, which were tied together with leather strips and held fast by a tiny silver lock.
"You look fit enough to make a lady say any names you want, Brandy. I'm Eclair. Been loving the stories about you."
Another stranger slid an arm under Eclair's, the light blue-green of her hair catching in the morning light as she leaned, sleeping on Eclair's back.
"She's up? Finally! I've been eying those legs all morning. I hear they can crush a watermelon."
Brandy's brain crashed into a wall, and a burning tire bounced away down the road.
She wanted to reply to Eclair and the other women, but they were all very pretty, very naked, and very close. A combination that just hammered any thoughts right out of Brandy's head.
"Hey there, what's wrong?" the one with the blue-green hair asked, lifting a hand and placing her palm on Brandy's cheek. "She's so warm. Is she ill?"
Brandy mumbled a no and shook her head, drawing smiles as the group all shuffled closer to her.
"What's wrong then? We'll fix it." Eclair said, her voice light and playful, as she traced a hand down Brandy's chest. Her fingernails scratched through Calcine's cloak, making Brandy's mouth go dry.
A soft laugh from the dark-haired woman opposite her made Brandy blush, her heart thumping in her throat.
"Did we..." Brandy trailed off. "Sex?"
Brandy knew she was terrible with noticing human women's interest in her. Still, she was pretty sure she'd remember sleeping with a handful of beauties. She still felt giddy just thinking about her night with Maple.
"We wish," Eclair smiled, raised her hands to make a heart with her fingers, and blew Brandy a kiss through the hole. "Morgan asked us to watch you while they helped fix breakfast. Such an easy task too. We've not been able to look away."
Brandy blushed harder. She was finding it really hard to breathe.
"You're just the cutest, did you know that?" the dark-haired woman whispered, as her hands ran through Brandy's hair and she shuffled closer, fingers teasing at the edges of Calcine's cloak.
"C-cute?" Brandy stammered. All the praise was starting to melt her brain. She could handle Pokémon, which made sense to her, but she just didn't know how to handle a group of women complimenting her. Was she still dreaming?
Brandy bit her tongue.
"Ow!" Brandy squeaked, "Th-uck!"
"That's our Brandy, so smooth."
Brandy looked up at the doorway to see Morgan with her arms folded and the slyest smile on her face. "Ladies, I think you're crowding her. Give her some space to breathe."
Of course, Morgan would come in at the most embarrassing time, stupid Murkrow luck.
Eclair laughed and leaned to kiss Brandy's forehead, ruffling her hair before sliding off. "You can have her back Morgan, but share her sometime! She's cute as a button."
"Absolutely is," Morgan said as she came over to help Brandy out of the pile. "Come on, let's get you washed and ready for food."
Morgan was the first thing that felt normal to Brandy since she'd opened her eyes. Morgan's feathers were a comforting familiarity as they brushed against her skin as she unwrapped Brandy with the help of the others. She took Brandy's hand, hauling her out of the pile and into a hug.
"Feeling better?"
"Confused," Brandy laughed. "But in a good way. I can't believe women are so into me."
"I could come back later." Morgan gave Brandy a peck of a kiss, "These women really want to get into you."
Brandy snorted. Such a stupid pun. Though the giggles behind her made her ears burn, Morgan wasn't wrong...
--
A shower put Brandy right. Morgan's feathers worked wonders to get a lady clean when soaped up. The only downside was still trying to shake the wet off when they entered the kitchen, little flecks of water splashing against Brandy's cheek. Her poking of Morgan didn't get her to stop for long. Her nose wrinkled in annoyance as she tried to get dry.
Brandy didn't mind the splashes, she was back to happily floating after the shower, and the smell of cooking food hit Brandy hard. She hadn't realized just how hungry she was. The scent of something frying made her instantly salivate. Calcine and another Pokémon were by the stove, though Calcine had been shuffled off to the side, away from the food.
The Pokémon with her back to her was curious, tall, and thin with short-cut, scruffy silver hair. She had a pair of key-shaped earrings on, and a few more keys were woven into her hair, small and shiny. They looked like little charms and jingled together as she bounced her hips while cooking. That had to be Trinket. She seemed so ordinary compared to the rest of her house.
Even this room was weird. Trinket's kitchen was like a diner and a bar had crashed into each other, her countertops sturdy wood things covered in bottles while the center tables had two curved red sofa's around them like a booth. Sparky was sitting on the sofa, a white blindfold around her eyes as she playfully banged her knife and fork on the tabletop. Calcine put a finger to her mouth in a shushing motion, then waved Brandy closer.
"Got something else for you, Sparky," Calcine called out as she took one of Brandy's hands and held it up. She'd been stirring a bowl of cream with golden swirls and ran the back of her spoon over Brandy's fingertips, dabbling it with the sweet-smelling mixture. A kiss to the back of her hand and a pat to Brandy's butt, and she pushed her back Sparky's way.
Brandy held up her hand, and Sparky gave it a sniff. "Smells sweet."
"The sweetest treat for the cutest bug," Calcine nodded and returned to stirring as Trinket laughed. Morgan had stolen a dishtowel and was trying to mop her chest dry, watching the show as she fluffed out her feathers.
"You're such a flirt now," Sparky grinned. "You going to stay a Carkol?"
"Keeping you guessing because it annoys you, try the food."
Brandy put her fingers to Sparky's lips, and Sparky opened her mouth, taking them in and giving them a gentle suck. She closed her eyes and gave a low hum as Brandy's heart fluttered. Sparky's tongue nimbly swirled around her fingers, her face one of utter bliss. Brandy wouldn't even need tea. She was fully awake now.
A gentle suck and a slow slide off her fingers left Sparky smiling. "Yup, that's a nice Brandy taste."
"How'd you know?" Brandy said.
"You're the only spicy thing I don't mind tasting."
Brandy lifted Sparky's blindfold and kissed her between the eyes before grabbing a seat beside her. "You're all in such a good mood. Last night went well?"
"Oh, it took a while," the silvery-haired Pokémon at the grill said as she turned to look at the new arrivals. She instantly reminded Brandy a little of Shay, that smooth spunky look of mischief in her eyes, the small steel ring lip piercing that gave her a cute lopsided smile, and a bright pink gem in her forehead that gleamed brightly as she flexed a hand. "But I take good care of my guests."
Towels flowed from a cupboard and swarmed Morgan, wrapping her up like a Dusclops as they ran over her tightly, binding her up so only her hat was visible. A second flex of her hand and the towels rushed to a laundry basket, neatly folding themselves. Morgan looked stunned, then shook her feathers which all puffed out and made her look like a black fuzzy ball.
"Not a word," Morgan said as she took a seat. "Not one word."
Sparky didn't need one. Her grin said it all.
Chapter 139: Starting the Day Right
Summary:
Brandy needs bacon and tea to live in the morning. Everyone else is way too full of energy.
Chapter Text
The smell of tea and honey wafted from the steaming mug in Brandy's hands, mingling with the smell of bacon and fried bread in the kitchen air. Grease, caffeine, and carbs. All the things needed for her to feel human again. Sparky watched her mug with rows of blue eyes, swaying gently in her seat to every slight movement of Brandy's hand.
"You want the honey, don't you?" Brandy ventured. Sparky took that as permission to lean in like a drinking bird and get her tongue in Brandy's tea.
Not a chance! Brandy pulled the mug out of reach, only for Sparky to put her hands on Brandy's shoulder and try to climb right over her to get at it.
"Get off, you pest! I'll make you a cup!" Brandy laughed and shoved her off.
"I just want to try a bit!" Sparky said as she let her body go limp and slid over Brandy's side. Her head lolled onto Brandy's shoulder as she hugged Brandy's free arm. Brandy could feel Sparky's feet tapping against her calves as the bug looked up at her with rows of big blue eyes. "Don't I deserve something sweet?"
Sparky squeaked, and a sugar lump bounced off the side of her head and up into the air. Sparky caught it in her mouth on the rebound, to a clap from Morgan, who'd been ready with the sugar bowl to fire more shots.
"See? Got your fix already," Brandy teased, putting her hand behind Sparky's head and getting a good grip on her shaggy yellow hair. Sparky let herself be pulled into Brandy's lap, where she curled up into a ball on the sofa with her legs up against her chest, her hands holding her knees. Her head rested on Brandy's thighs, mouth snapping for more sugar cubes. Brandy dipped her fingers in her tea and let Sparky suck on them before finally drinking.
Morgan bounced a sugar cube off Brandy's boob and into Sparky's cleavage. Brandy turned a squint on her, and she preened her feathers with a victorious smile.
"I will feed you that whole bowl if you throw another," Brandy said.
"Ooh! You're feisty when you're waking up." Morgan said, "Why don't you ask Trinket for a whip? I'm sure she could lend you one."
"What kind of whip?" Trinket said, as she held out the pan to Calcine, who was picking bacon out with a fork into bread rolls.
"There's more than one kind?"
"Oh, sweethearts," Trinket grinned. "Treasure your innocence."
"I'll treasure your bacon," Brandy said, looking hungrily at the bacon rolls Calcine was studiously assembling. "Trade you my innocence for it."
Calcine's fork scrapped over the pan as she turned her head slowly to stare at Brandy. Trinket shook back her silvery hair, her key charms jingling in her hair as she looked Brandy up and down and licked her lips.
"You'd love to join the collection, I'm sure, but you're taken," she said, after a long, awkward pause, the tip of her tongue dancing around the ring piercing on her lip. Brandy wasn't sure she found it sexy, but it made her look badass. "I can't fight all three of them. I saw what they did to my girls."
"I was very gentle," Calcine said as she plated up. "Morgan scratched."
"Only because they begged me to. And you nearly drove one of them through a wall."
"Thin walls here." Calcine sniffed, coming over to the table and offering Morgan her plate. The Murkrow took a bacon roll with a tip of her hat. "Feed Brandy. She's the only one of us who actually needs to eat food."
"Trinket likes seeing ladies squirm. Should be gracious to the hosts and let her enjoy the show."
Trinket's laugh was incredibly musical, like the clattering of distant chimes. She made odd noises sometimes when she moved, not human at all, but a far-off clinking like the rustling of steel chains. The lanky Pokémon might look like she could be blown over with a deep breath, but her willowy Fairy body was backed with Steel. If she did actually try to fight them all, Brandy felt she'd at least make a good showing of it. It certainly wouldn't be easy.
"Feed her, Calcine," Trinket leaned on the countertop, arms folded as she watched them all. "I like to see the humans under my roof happy first. The squirming comes later."
Brandy snatched a roll the moment the plate came her way, not even caring about the rudeness of it. She took a big bite out of it, her shoulders sagging, and a groan she hadn't even realized she'd been holding in rushed out of her chest. It was delicious, the bacon's saltiness, the toasted bun's crunch, and the warmth of food finally filling her belly. She didn't even care. They were all staring at her, this was her little slice of heaven today, and she would enjoy it.
"So, do you tie up your Partners for guests often?" Sparky asked. "I'd love to learn how to do that. The one who dangled off the ceiling with those metal ribbons was all wrapped up like a present, but with everything hanging out. It was so cool."
"You didn't have to get the locks off." Morgan huffed, "She couldn't stop giggling the fifth time I got the wrong key."
Brandy broke a bit off her back roll and offered it down to Sparky, who snapped it out of her hands in small bites, her bug fangs pricking Brandy's skin but not sinking in. She deserved the reward for getting the subject off her. Brandy hadn't missed that little bit of kindness.
"I'm a little disappointed I didn't see your webs."
"Brandy needed a hugging buddy." Sparky shrugged. "If we're still here tonight, I'll show off. Though I want to do it all nice like you did."
"Provide me a subject, and we'll see what we can do," Trinket said as she finally came over to join the table. Brandy had no illusions about how the subject would be. Did she want to get tied up tonight?
She'll see how the day went. She could trick Sparky into tying herself up if it was another bruiser.
"I hope we can stay a little longer. We only just got here. When is the first round of the Wandering Whimsicott tournament?" Morgan said as she sucked grease off her fingers. She didn't need the calories. She was just enjoying the taste of it. Morgan liked salty and meaty foods, noted. There was probably a joke in there, but Brandy had a bacon roll to eat.
"Two weeks," Sparky said, "I looked it up last night. Matches are blind draws, so we don't know who we'll fight. They will host it on a tournament ship off the coast of Hulbury for the first round. We had to be on the beach on the day, or we forfeit the match."
"Beach?" Calcine perked up at that.
"Beach." Sparky nodded.
"Ugh, I hate beaches. Feathers don't suit it." Morgan groaned.
"No, no, no." Sparky reached out under the table to poke Morgan's leg. "Think about it. Brandy on a beach."
Morgan thought about it. She thought about it quite intently.
"Beach," Morgan nodded.
"Whatever you're all imagining, I don't know if I can live up to it," Brandy mumbled. "But Maple will be there. On the beach. So ... beach."
There was a round of nodding. They were all on the same wavelength, if not the same page.
"I should come to watch that," Trinket said, "You seem a sweet bunch. I'd love to see you ruin some more women."
"I can't believe I missed it," Brandy wiped the grease from the side of her mouth as she finished off the back roll. She still had the tea to go and a lap Sparky to pet. The morning was still great. "But at least you had fun. Getting used to your new body yet, Calcine?"
Calcine flexed an arm, the firm muscles there a treat Brandy savored. She was a little thicker as a Carkol than a Rolycoly, more polished, and with a new butt everyone enjoyed sneaking looks at. Brandy couldn't wait to squeeze the muscles and enjoy her new abs. Calcine wasn't rippling with new muscle. She was just ... more. More Calcine. Brandy felt spoiled.
"It's still taking some getting used to," Calcine said, "The weight and the balance of everything. I'm still not used to how strong I am now. I have to be careful. But I can't remember ever feeling this good. It's like I was half-asleep. Now I'm fully stoked."
"You have a lot more Fire now. It isn't awkward?" Brandy said, "I don't want you to feel like you have to put up with messy feelings for me."
"Messy is good. It's all raw and on the top, but I don't mind them being there. You can all share them. I want you to feel my heat. Share my warmth. Feel the pressure I can give."
"There's a wall right there." Morgan said, "Maybe we can break right through it this time."
"Put your hands on it then." Calcine grinned.
"I meant Brandy! Really," Morgan blushed, tipping her hat down and sniffing. "Fire Types."
"You're all adorable," Trinket purred as she looked Calcine over. "How much longer are you staying? I'm starting to feel like a voyeur, which I don't mind, but I could break out a few ropes and make myself a better host."
"We have to meet Blaze," Brandy said quickly before she got too tied up. "Calcine needs to get her badge, and she said I've got a test today."
"Calcine has a badge?" Trinket raised an eyebrow.
Calcine thumped her newly enhanced chest and let her cape flutter behind her. "Won it myself. I'm kind of a big deal."
Brandy couldn't disagree. She really was now.
Chapter 140: Tempting Team Tactics
Summary:
Calcine's new form gets Dex'd. The team practice and earn themselves a bonus.
Chapter Text
Waiting outside Trinket's house, the group quickly got bored waiting and moved on to playing with Brandy's Pokédex. Morgan was posing Calcine on Trinket's lawn, using her wind to flutter the cape as she tipped up Calcine's chin.
"One hand on the hip, not two." Morgan said, "You want to look strong, not like you're about to help the kids solve a mystery."
Sparky was up on Brandy's back, arms draped over her shoulder as she watched Brandy line up the shot. "You're going to have to pull Morgan away, or the sun will go back down before she's happy."
So tempting to let her continue anyway. Morgan enjoyed maneuvering Calcine around so much, and the Carkol was giving her increasingly smoldering looks. They were a few minutes from Morgan eating dirt as Calcine showed her who was on top in this team, and why shouldn't Brandy get to enjoy a morning show?
Brandy sighed. Nott breaking someone before the morning was over was sensible, so she clicked her tongue. "Morgan! Come over here. She looks great. You'll learn Rock Polish yourself if you spend any longer fussing over her."
Morgan patted Calcine's cheek and burst apart into a swarm of black feathers, zipping over to Brandy and coalescing beside her. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
Brandy took a picture of Morgan's chest. "I'm making this your new picture."
"Like that's a threat. Every part of me is a masterpiece."
Sparky reached out from Brandy's shoulder and pulled Morgan's hat down over her eyes.
"Hey!"
Morgan yanked the hat back, and Brandy used the opportunity to take a picture of her pouting. She made it look good, Brandy turning to show her the thin slits of her red eyes as she stared daggers.
"Hmf. I'll give you that look as I pin you to a bed if you do that again."
"Like that's a threat." Brandy parroted, "Come on, flutter Calcine's cape for us. I've got stuff planned for us later. You can get your claws into me then."
It was a bribe, but it worked as Morgan flicked her wing and stirred up a breeze to get Calcine's fiery cape billowing. Calcine was wearing one of Brandy's shirts, but she was a bit more gifted in the chest, so it rode up to show off her muscles refined by her evolution. She made it work, even if the buttons on the shirt were screaming for their lives as they held on.
click*
"Calcine" the Carkol
Height: 6' 2"
Type: Fire/Rock
Victories: 7
Moves Discovered:
Flame Charge
Rapid Spin
Rock Tomb
Smack Down
Smokescreen
Carkol's warm capes help them stay sizzling hot and limber. Even better when shared with a Trainer.
Brandy Notes:
Strong: Normal, Flying, Poison, Bug, Ice, Fairy, Fire, Brandy
Weak: Fighting, Rock
Super Weak: Ground, Water
ding*
"Damn," Sparky whistled, "She really is as tall as you now. I like the notes! Calcine's stacking up the advantages."
"Notes?" Calcine came over to read her entry, giving Brandy a hip bump when she saw the unofficial addition to the list. "It means they'll fall for me easier, but Type advantage isn't a free win."
"Easy for you to say. We're both weak to you." Morgan said, "We have to deal with your poor choice of tops."
"Brandy's got an excellent choice in tops." Calcine rumbled. "Don't sell yourself short." She reached around to put a hand on Sparky and Morgan's asses and tugged them close to her.
"You're my teammates, and I'll always be there for you."
"Aw," Sparky leaned her head against Calcine's bicep, "Hear that, Morgan? She's going to let us use her however we want."
"I have some ideas."
Brandy couldn't let them have things all their own way, or she'd barely be considered a Trainer anymore. It was her job to step in and help, so they might as well try out Calcine's new Moves at the same time.
"Calcine, use Flame Charge," Brandy said as she tucked away her Pokédex. There was a rush of heat, and then both Sparky and Morgan gasped as a heat haze flowed around Calcine and sunk into their skin. It had to be her upgrade to incinerate, more heat, but sadly, no more range. Flamethrower would have been great, but it seemed Calcine liked being up close and personal. Brandy had enjoyed it in the Gym's Sauna battle. She knew how gooey it made you on the inside.
Morgan was scratching her claws along Calcine's shirt, a moan whickering in her throat as she nuzzled her head into the crook of Calcine's arm. Sparky clasped her hands over her crotch, shivering as the heat rolled through her and stirred her up. Calcine was just focused, enjoying their reactions as they melted against her.
Brandy lifted Sparky's head, her tongue hanging out as she panted from the heat. "Excited for today?"
"Aaaa!" Sparky squeaked as Calcine tightened her grip on her ass and bent her over into Brandy's hands. Brandy held Sparky's head up with both hands cupped over her cheeks. Enjoying the feeling of her panting cheeks rubbing over her palms as she tried to shake her thoughts clear. "Ex-excited. Yeah. Yeah."
"Ohh, she's so weak to this," Morgan gasped. She hooked her leg around Calcine's waist and pulled herself close, one hand reaching up to grab at Calcine's dark hair and try to pull her down for a kiss. Calcine wasn't shifting, just boosting the heat until Morgan was humping against her. Brandy giggled. Her attempt to be tough was failing horribly. Calcine was taking her apart from the inside.
Time for a little team practice then.
"Morgan, Gust. Cool yourself off, then share with Sparky."
Morgan didn't go gentle. She whipped a wind strong enough to bend the trees in Trinket's backyard, the sudden blast of cold air ruffling her feathers as she wafted it over her body. She'd have been blown clear if not for Calcine's firm grip on her butt, which Brandy noted for later. It could be an excellent way to break holds.
Once her feathers were nice and chilled, Morgan fluttered a wing over Sparky and pulled their bodies together. The heat from Flame Charge was still raging, so she held Sparky tight and let the wind whip over them to cool them down, fur and feathers mingling as they fluttered about madly. Calcine was grinning as she pressed the two together for a kiss and winked at Brandy.
"Mmmmmm!" Morgan moaned, a high-pitched trill as her lips parted and her tongue slipped into Sparky's mouth. Sparky was just making high-pitched squeaks, too busy kissing Morgan for her brain to devise actual words.
"Sparky ..." Brandy thought. What would be good here? "Does Agility work on tongues? Try Agility"
Morgan's eyes popped wide open as Sparky's tongue suddenly went wild and took control of this kiss with no mercy.
"Seems it does," Calcine said as Morgan melted from the heat and the kisses, her eyes glazed over as she drifted away into a happy brain fuzz. "Hey Sparky, does it work for pussy eating too?"
Sparky slowly withdrew her tongue from Morgan's mouth, a line of spit between the two arcing down to splatter over Morgan's chest. "Pussy. Eating. Eat. Yes."
"Calcine, don't you dare!" Brandy said, "We got things to do!"
Calcine laughed as she threw Sparky at Brandy, the Joltik coming at her through the air with tongue outstretched and blue eyes gleaming. She wasn't about to let her spill against the lawn, so Brandy stepped into it, catching Sparky and swinging her around in a circle to break the impact. Cackling, the Joltik tried to clamber up Brandy's arms to get at her.
Keep spinning! If she stopped, Sparky was going to savage her. As exciting as the idea was, it'd be deathly embarrassing not to even get off Trinket's lawn today before getting broken again. Round and round Brandy went, Sparky laughing madly in her arms before Brandy felt a soft impact against her back, and her legs slipped out from her. The swinging Sparky flicked her right around into a tangled mess with what she'd crashed into.
Or who she'd crashed into.
"Fail," Blaze said. Her spiky blonde hair mashed into Brandy's chest, and her head leaned back so she could look up at Brandy. "Attacking a Gym Leader. No badge for you."
Brandy blinked in shock. "Blaze? When did you get here?"
"She's been here a few minutes." Calcine said, "She was just watching."
Oh no. Had the test started already? Had she failed already?
Brandy shrugged. Well, if she had failed, she could hardly make things worse.
"Sparky, change her mind."
Blaze yelped as Sparky grabbed her legs and shoved her head between them, undoing the buttons of her jeans with her tongue.
"Wait, wait! I was kidding!" Blaze yelped. "Kidding!"
"So I get the badge?" Brandy said. "And Calcine too."
"I got Calcine's. We haven't even done the test for you yet!" Blaze groaned. She had a lovely red jacket on that she'd squeezed her unfairly massive chest into. It was already straining as Sparky teased down Blaze's pants with her teeth. "It's not to make me cum, chill!"
Being too horny for the Fire Gym Leader. This had to be an excellent start to the test. That showed true passion.
"Are there bonus points for making you cum?" Sparky mumbled as she looked up at Blaze's body. "Give Brandy a bonus point."
"She hasn't started yet!"
Sparky gave Blaze's exposed skin just above her boxers a static-charged lick, and the Gym Leader grabbed hold of the Joltik's hair and squeezed.
"Bonus point! One bonus point to Brandy! Now get off!"
"I'll get you off." Sparky purred, "Don't you worry."
"Sparky, come here," Brandy said, trying her best not to giggle. "Let her tell us what she wants."
Blaze wasn't going to go easy on them after this. But that's okay. Brandy already had a bonus point, so she was ahead of the game.
Chapter 141: Planning for Failure
Summary:
They got a few hours to put clothes on Brandy. Everything is backwards.
Chapter Text
Blaze hadn't wanted to explain the plan on Trinket's lawn, something about the risk of being tied up for the whole day. So she'd offered to buy the gang a coffee, and while Brandy was wary about what effect caffeine would have on Sparky, it was too lovely a gesture to turn down. A Gym Leader didn't buy you a coffee every day.
Motostoke was noisy even in the morning, with the whistle of steam and constant trudging sounds of machinery in the background. Still, Brandy found she quickly tuned it all out. Once you were past that, it was quite a pretty place. The shining metal clinging to new red bricks gave everything a spotless look. It looked like a city that'd rise up and move one day, but for now, it was doing its best to make everyone's lives a little better.
Blaze had picked out the coffee shop on the corner of a street, with a few chunky tables made out of reclaimed machinery set out in the road for customers.
It looked cramped in the shop, and Morgan had cringed at the thought of having to sit in amongst the heat coming off the espresso machines, so Blaze had ushered them to one of the outdoor tables, their waitress gushing a little over serving a Gym Leader before shortly bringing out their drinks.
"Solid pun," Sparky said, looking at the shop's sign. It was a fancy thing, a brass snake curled up around a coffee cup that occasionally blew steam out of its mouth. The steam ran into glass tubes, and condensation spelled out the shop's name, 'Starboks'. "They should serve Ekans Cakes."
"I imagine the Ekans would be upset about that," Calcine said, completely deadpan. "I wouldn't want to be a cake."
"No, it sounds like Eccles Cake. It was a pun." Sparky huffed. "Morgan, tell her."
"You might want to be a cake, Calcine, if Brandy got to lick the icing."
Sparky narrowed her eyes at them both as she sipped her coffee.
"I got the joke," Brandy said.
"Thanks, Brandy."
"It's because snakes like cakes. The words rhyme."
"I'm quitting this team."
Brandy ruffled Sparky's hair as she tried to pout, Blaze laughing politely at their antics and reaching into her red jacket, taking out a small case.
"You all recovered from yesterday?" Blaze said as she laid the case on the table. "My Gym's challenges are pretty exhausting. It's as much a stamina check as a test of your relationships."
"I felt better the moment I got out," Morgan said, daintily sipping from her coffee cup like she was taking tea with the Queen and her Dragon. "I loved the company, but the heat I could do without."
"I'm still a little sore," Brandy smiled over the lip of her cup. The coffee here was alright; she was usually more of a Tea gal, but it didn't hurt to have a change now and then. "But I feel much better. Sleeping wrapped up in Calcine's new cloak helps put your muscles right."
"I've had to borrow Lixi's a few times myself. It can put a girl right." Blaze said, "Which actually does sort of bring me to a decision you have to make."
Blaze opened the small box she'd put on the table, the light from the morning sun catching on the badge inside, casting a rainbow of red over the table.
"I can't deny you did incredibly well getting through my Gym. My question is, was that because of Calcine or because Brandy was a good enough leader to trust Calcine?"
"It could be both," Calcine offered. "I did my part, but I couldn't have without Brandy letting me take the lead."
"It was Calcine," Brandy said, giving Calcine's leg a rub under the table with her own. "I let you take charge, and you never let that slip. I only stepped in to keep the team on track now and then, but all the ideas were yours. You had the control."
"As much as I should fight for Brandy to get the badge," Morgan said. "It's true. Calcine unquestionably led us to victory. To say it was anything less would cheapen what she did. Sparky, do you agree?"
"Carkol's can push me into the ground and nail me any day. Fuck, I can still feel it when I close my eyes." Sparky hugged herself. "Mmmm."
"That's," Morgan hesitated. "Agreement of a sort."
The steam curling off Calcine's coffee grew thicker. Brandy wondered if anyone else had noticed the slight blush on Calcine's cheeks. It looked like the fire lines under her skin, but it pulsed brighter when she got embarrassed. Blaze must have. She had a Carkol of her own. Calcine's legs tightened over Brandy's gently stroking one, trapping her calf in a sandwich of muscle and heat. Fuck, Sparky was right. Calcine could push Brandy into the dirt and fuck her stupid any day. She was just so well built for it.
"And that is why I'm offering you the Fire Badge, Calcine," Blaze said, taking the gemstone out of its box. "Only Trainers are meant to win them, but I had a check of the rules, and they never explicitly say that."
Calcine had slipped a hand under the table, the burning palm sliding along Brandy's leg. She kept her eyes focused on Blaze, so casual that even Brandy wouldn't have noticed what she was doing if she wasn't on the receiving end. "You're sure?"
"Cinnamon fucked me absolutely senseless after you left," Blaze gushed, a hand over her heart. "She's got a new bounce in her tails I haven't seen for a while. You're clearly onto something, and I'm more than happy to reward it."
"I may have given her some ideas," Morgan smirked. "Did she do the thing with the tail whip?"
"Twice, my legs are still a bit shaky."
The Murkrow preened her hat at that. Morgan didn't have a particularly long tail, but it still wagged against the back of the seat at the idea of helping with tail shenanigans. Brandy really wanted more details, but it'd have to wait.
"I think," Calcine's hand slipped off Brandy's leg, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation on her thigh. "I'd rather Brandy have the badge. She's my Trainer."
"I thought you'd say that. You are a Rock Type, after all. Loyal to a fault, do you remember I said I'd devise a test for Brandy? I think I have something."
"Take the badge," Brandy said, reaching across the table to grab Calcine's hand. She laced their fingers together and squeezed tightly. "Please. You earned it."
"But-"
"If you say, 'I only did it for you,' I'm going to have to stick my tongue down your throat until you agree with me."
Calcine blinked at Brandy's sudden forcefulness. But it was easy for Brandy to push this. Calcine should get something nice and was denying herself, so Brandy had to push. Fumbling for her words as she held onto Brandy's hand.
"I only did it for you," Sparky said, breaking the tension as she opened her mouth wide.
"No," Brandy said flatly.
"Such favoritism!" Sparky gasped. "Morgan, can you believe this?"
"Completely unfair," Morgan nodded. "I can't stand such blatant bias in a team. Are we not all equal in having our throats tongue fucked? After all. I only did it for you."
Brandy pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head as she looked at Blaze. "Can you help?"
"Happily," Blaze reached out to grab the edge of Morgan's hat, pulling her over to her side of the table and planting a kiss on her that was half smooch and half bite. Morgan made a surprising squeaking noise and sunk into the kiss. The technique was incredible. Brandy's fight with Blaze had been more about surviving Lixi and Calcine. It was easy to forget Blaze was a Gym Leader, and they didn't just hand that out.
Sparky was looking at her expectantly, and as much as rewarding her for being a brat would only encourage her, she deserved some love. Brandy leaned over and pecked her on the cheek.
"There, satisfied?"
"Absolutely not," Sparky turned her head to try to steal a proper kiss, pecking away at Brandy's cheeks as she shifted her head to dodge.
Her attempts were ended when Calcine gripped her head, one hand palming her hair and forcing her into a kiss with Sparky.
Sparky grabbed Calcine's wrists for leverage and let Brandy really press down on her. Sparky's tongue was fizzling as Brandy licked across it, making Brandy's mouth water as the sensitivity grew and grew. Her heart beat faster with every curling lick, and the feeling of her body pressing into Sparky's and pushing her back into the chair made her want to keep going until they hit the pavement.
Calcine had a hand on Sparky's thigh, the heat of her palm flooding through the fabric of her shorts. It all got Sparky so hard. Brandy could feel the thickness of her cock firmly pressing a line into her hip. Sparky's legs jittered as she let out little gasps and moans, her arms wrapping around Brandy's neck and pulling her in deeper. Brandy couldn't get enough of the way Sparky tasted, the coffee on her tongue went well with the tang of her electricity, and Sparky was so eager to offer it up that she drank her fill.
It took a hoot from a passerby to jolt Brandy out of the moment, a blushing woman scurrying off as she noticed she'd broken the mood. Calcine pulled Brandy back out of the kiss, leaving Sparky in a content daze, wavering back and fore on her chair, her hands in her lap, trying to hide an erection that her hands weren't capable of covering.
"Okay," Calcine said, clearing her throat as she used her thumb to clean up some spit from Brandy's cheek. "I'll take the badge."
"No rush," Morgan mumbled, having fallen out of the kiss with Blaze to rest her head on Blaze's rather impressive chest. "I love the debate."
Blaze didn't let go of Morgan but just took out the badge from the box and held it up in the daylight. The shining thing cast pleasant reflections over Calcine's coal-black skin. "Then let this be the first, for showing great passion and managing to channel it, Calcine, you've earned the Fire Badge. Wear it with pride."
Blaze leaned forward to pin it on Calcine's shirt, which had the fun extra effect of bending Morgan over the table, the Murkrow giving an excited squawk that only heightened as Blaze slapped her ass on the way back.
"And thank you, Morgan, for showing Cinnamon some new tricks. She's been having the time of her life."
"Give me a badge too."
"No."
Brandy couldn't help but giggle at the bluntness.
Blaze said as she stroked her hand through Morgan's back feathers, putting her coffee cup on the small of her back so Morgan was forced to lie there. It gave Brandy an outstanding view of Morgan's cleavage, so she wasn't going to complain about it. "So Brandy," Blaze said, "I think you are so close to also earning the badge it'd be a shame to make you redo the Gym. Instead, I have a challenge for you and a request from an admirer."
Admirer? Brandy didn't think she'd been here long enough to get one of those. Her confusion had Blaze smile.
"Sorry, one of my admirers. Though one of yours too. In a way."
Who did she even know in Motostoke that could admire her? The only person she knew here was...
Oh no. Oh, this could not be happening.
"You talked to my moms?" Brandy squeaked.
"Fenny's always been a regular visitor. I admire her too, actually!" Blaze nodded, her blonde locks bobbing down to tickle Morgan's nose. "She's very skilled at what she does and a great lover of Fire Types."
Brandy planted her face on the table and groaned. She knew that starry-eyed look in one of Fenny's friends. A lover of Fire Types was really underselling it. Knowing her and Scoria, they were still at it like rabbits. Some poor secretary was going to have to break them apart with a crowbar.
"Maybe I don't need a Fire Badge. Calcine has one."
"Hear her out," Calcine said, patting Brandy on the head. "It might be fun."
"Mortifying more likely. It's always mortifying."
"Why I'm suggesting it." Blaze said, "The test is to handle a lot of emotions, including your own. But to not torture you about the details, she wants to run a company barbecue tomorrow. Spitfire is incredibly eager to do it. She just needs help. Servants."
"Maids?" Morgan said, perking her head up from Blaze's chest.
"I don't think Barbecue Maids are a thing," Blaze said.
"Barbecue Maids," Sparky said thoughtfully, looking at Brandy's legs. "We should do this."
"We're never going to find maid outfits in a day. We can serve normally, though, I guess. It doesn't sound too bad."
She wanted that badge after all, and as much as redoing the Gym would be fun, it was more prestigious to do it in one go. This was on the edge of a one-shot, but she was going to count it.
"It won't be easy. Spitfire loves cooking, but she is very, very easily distracted. Help her run a good barbecue, and I'll consider you more than capable enough of managing wild emotions."
Oh shit, with both her parents there, she'd need a riot shield to keep them apart. The huge, fiery snake lady was going to be irresistible for Fenny.
"Okay." Brandy sighed. "I'll never hear the end of it if I say no."
"Excellent! I'll be happy to help. And I'm sure your mothers will be delighted to have you back. I'm looking forward to meeting Scoria. I've heard a lot about her."
Brandy looked up from the table, narrowing her eyes at Blaze.
"She asked you for this?"
"Mhm!" Blaze nodded, looking at her coffee like it was the most exciting thing in the world. She was a powerful Gym Trainer but a really awful liar.
"I'm sure Fenny has told you about Scoria," Brandy continued, not letting Blaze get away that easy. "You sure you're not just eager to meet her?"
"I do love powerful Fire Types. The coincidental timing is remarkable." Blaze said, casually sipping her coffee. "Spitfire will be so happy to do it."
"Shameless," Calcine said, pulling Brandy back into her chair. "We don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable."
"Ugh," Brandy gripped Cacline's hand, feeling the fingers to help disperse her worry. "Embarrassing is fine. They embarrass me constantly, and Spitfire does deserve something nice, even if her Trainer is a sneak."
"I am going to decide if you win," Blaze said. "You should be nice to me."
"I already have a bonus point. I'm spending it on ragging you for this. Joyce's are going to be plenty lovely to you anyway. "
"I'm banking on that. So you'll agree? I can find other servers, but you all would be the best. They love you to bits. I've heard a lot about you already." Blaze laughed. "I wasn't prepared for the reality."
Ugh. Moms. What could you do about them?
"I agree. If everyone is good for it."
"Oh, I'm not missing this," Morgan smirked. "It will be entertaining."
"Anything for Brandy," Calcine nodded.
"Barbecue Maids though?" Sparky said, still a little lost in her thoughts.
"We can't get outfits in a day."
"Actually," Morgan said. "We probably could. We just need to find a tailor with the right Pokémon working there. I'd bet Motostoke has one somewhere."
"That'll be expensive!"
"Oh, I'll pay for it," Blaze said, "You're doing a favor for me, and I like spoiling Pokémon. I think they're excited about the idea."
There was absolutely no way Brandy would be able to keep control if everyone was running around in Maid outfits. It just wasn't going to happen. It'd be a disaster.
But.
They would all be in Maid outfits.
"We'll do it." Brandy said, "We should get going immediately if we want to find a place in time. I think Sparky is going to cry if it doesn't happen."
"It'd be a tragedy." Sparky nodded. "We need to make this happen. Need to. Never have I needed something more. Barbecue Maids."
"You keep saying that."
"Because I love it!" Sparky bounced up out of her chair. "Let's get to it, Morgan take to the skies! Calcine, keep an eye out. Brandy..."
Sparky faltered as she saw everyone staring at her and shrunk in on herself, blushing madly. "I mean, um, tell me what to do. Hah. Hah."
"Such an interesting Trainer," Blaze laughed, emptying her wallet onto the tip plate. "Go on, get to it. I'll tell Fenny she's on for this and go shopping with Spitfire for the food. This'll be fun."
It probably will be. Hopelessly embarrassing but fun. Brandy just needed a plan to get through it without it becoming absolute chaos because right now, she wasn't even sure they'd get any meat cooked before it all went to hell.
Chapter 142: Machine Minds, Machine Hearts
Summary:
Brandy gets some tips from a Maid Expert and meets a very odd trio.
Chapter Text
Sparky was trying to hide her frustration but couldn't hide it from Brandy. The erratic way her feet tapped as she walked and how her head whipped about from side to side to catch a glimpse of another tailor on the streets of Motostoke. Sparky was desperate. Sparky tugged firmly on Brandy's arm and pulled her along in her wake as they briskly walked through the streets. Her excitement was slowly becoming tension with every store that said they couldn't handle such a short order.
"Maybe we should go back to that Wooloo store. Ask for simpler outfits?" Calcine said, trying to help calm her down. "I like the wool jackets she had."
"No way! Matching jackets would look cute, but it's not maid outfits. There's got to be a place doing them here." Sparky cupped her hands to her mouth and yelled. "Morgan! Anything?"
A black speck in the sky turned over and dropped at speed. Brandy's fancy new eyes let her see the rush of wind through Morgan's feathers, and it was so impressive how graceful she was in her flight. Morgan was always very smooth moving on the ground, but her every movement was like a dance in the air. She belonged in the sky and clearly felt more comfortable up there. It was heartwarming how she was willing to spend time on the ground with them all.
Morgan raised a wing to her nose and sniffed. "I smell like an ashtray."
"You don't have to fly for us," Brandy said. "It's appreciated, but not if it's gunky up there."
Morgan shrugged, "It's fine, really. The air here isn't the best, but stretching the wings is nice. I couldn't see any new shops to check though. Sorry, there's a market a few blocks over that might have one."
Brandy didn't mind the walking, but every walk was a bit more of the day burned up. It didn't look good for finding a place to make them outfits. Still, for her Joltik, she'd give it her best shot. Brandy ruffled Sparky's shaggy yellow hair. "We'll have to try."
"Persistence is admirable," Morgan said, "But I find when I'm losing to find a different approach."
"Cheat?" Calcine said.
"Sometimes," Morgan smirked. "Right now, I think we should rely on our Trainer more. Rather than wandering the streets, why don't you reach out to your friend circle? Maybe Maple will know somewhere able to get outfits in Motostoke? Or even Shay might. She seems the sort to leer at maids."
That actually did sound like Shay. It was a good idea too. Someone might know a place to get this done.
"Bunny!" Sparky said with a jump in her arms, "Brandy, the bunny is the key!"
Bunny girls were always key, so that didn't make sense to Brandy immediately. But as Sparky fished her Poké-dex out of her backpack, it clicked. They knew the perfect person to sort this out.
The video call was answered with a soft groan, the camera shaking madly. Pretty, the Scorbunny maid they'd had a date night with was sitting in a big plush chair, her head dug back into the cushioning. It was clear Bunny was flustered, a bright blush on her cheeks that crept up to the bandage on her nose. She still looked cute as a button, her big fuzzy ears drooping down, her eyes only half-open as she mumbled a hello.
"Pretty!" Brandy said, playing with the volume as strange, squishy-sounding feedback came through. "How's the hottest bunny I know doing?"
"Real good," Pretty said, breathless. "Nice to see you, Brandy. Pip says hello."
A mumble from Pip rang out somewhere offscreen, followed by a throaty growl. Pretty banging her head against the back of her fancy chair.
"I hope I'm not interrupting. I was hoping to get your help, but uh..."
"No, it's fine. We're just having a day off." Pretty said, giving a big dopey bucktoothed smile. "Really enjoying it."
"That is a Pokémon who is getting her dick sucked." Morgan said quietly, "Why do we never get that?"
"I do it!" Brandy cut back, nudging Morgan with her elbow. "Don't be greedy."
"I'm not getting it sucked right now. My jealousy is immense."
"Brandy's real good at it," Pretty agreed over the phone. "Pip taught her a bit. I hope she's been spreading the love."
"She doesn't do it, Pretty!" Sparky said, trying to push her way onto the camera screen through Brandy's arms. "We're so neglected!"
Pretty laughed, a light cute thing that made her ears bounce, "Brandy, treat your girls more. They're a wonderful bunch."
"They're little demons." Brandy huffed, "But I am trying to do something for them. Do you know anyone in Motostoke who can make us some maid dresses? Your ones were lovely."
She could see the top of Pretty's dress. Though it had lipstick all around the cuff right now, it still looked incredibly classy with the frills that matched the cream color of Pretty's fur.
"We went to a tailor in Hulbury. Motostoke is really expensive, sorry." Pretty leaned back and gasped, the phone shaking even more than usual. "I'm saving up to get one from a place called Opposites Attract?"
"It's good?" Calcine said. "We can find it."
"One of the best, but it's really expensive." Pretty mumbled, chewing her bottom lip. "Really, really expensive."
"We got a Gym Leader paying for us."
"What!" Pip's voice came from offscreen. "Brandy, don't tell her that. She'll want me to pick up Training again!"
"Gym Leader's pay for those?" Pretty's ears perked up. "Pip-"
There was a throaty, wet sound, and the dex picture tumbled around madly, bouncing off the ground until it settled face down, cutting the picture off. The sound was a clear sign that this conversation was over and that Pip was busy working to make Pretty forget about this. Brandy hung up and switched to searching for the shop Pretty had mentioned.
"You ever want to get me to stop talking? That'd work," Sparky said, watching Brandy type.
"You want maid dresses, or you want that?"
"Dresses," Sparky grinned. "Because they make the dick sucking so much more accessible."
Brandy nuzzled Sparky's head with her chin as she typed, the Joltik cackling in her arms as she cozied up to her chest.
"Retirement seems nice," Calcine said, her eyes glowing a little more red than usual. "I thought it'd be dull, but I can see the perks."
"Poor Brandy," Morgan sighed. "She's going to have such a sore jaw in her old age."
--
Opposites Attract didn't look like a tailor's shop. It was practically an art piece. It looked like it was mid-explosion. Shattered glass and metal scraps were fused together, and the edges smoothed off. Sunlight reflected off the brass machinery that ran through it all, making the glass glitter with a rainbow of crystalline colors.
"I love it," Morgan said, running a hand over the outside of the building. As dangerous as it looked, they'd been sure to make the outside layer safe to touch. Cleaning it must have been a nightmare.
"I would never have guessed this was a shop. I'm still not even sure it is." Sparky said, looking up at the shop's sign. Red and blue magnets stuck together, with colorful ribbons tied around them that fluttered in the wind.
"It's the place Pretty said was the best," Calcine said. "Come on, let's go in."
The inside was like a hollowed-out crystalline cave packed edge to edge with huge, interlinking machinery with nimble metal arms and cloth spinning wheels. Brandy couldn't have guessed the purpose of it. There was a shop front, a till, and a service desk, but it seemed like a reluctant addition. A necessary evil marring the beauty of the machine before them. It all ran so smoothly that it didn't even make much noise, just an orchestra of gentle hisses and clicks like some kind of mad convention of steam-powered hairdressers.
What it didn't appear to have was anyone willing to serve them. But Brandy's inherited eyes helped her out, and she spotted what was wrong with the machine. Several odd parts were a little sleeker, cabling fitted into these small pieces that seemed almost clamped on after the machine had been made, like metallic growths. Probably because Brandy saw they had red and blue eyes and were sneakily watching the group that'd entered. She gave one of them a wave.
"Impressive!" the growth replied and pulled itself away from the machine, the cabling running between it snapping. "Sometimes people never notice us, and we have to chase after them. You caught us out super quick."
Their growth shifted, panels folding in on themselves with rapid clicks until it'd reformed itself into a short, busty woman. Her shiny, silvered metal skin with thin black join lines gleamed as she stretched her arms above her head. Completely naked, her red and blue eyes shone as she gave them all a broad smile and jumped off the machine, a whirring sound filling the air as they gently drifted down to the ground.
"I'm Weber! Sin and Saturn are busy, but give them a wave."
Brandy and Sparky gave them a wave while Morgan and Calcine awkwardly copied their gestures, eyes darting about to try to spot who they were waving to.
"You're a Magnemite, right? I remember seeing a Magnezone when we arrived," Calcine said, "Flying above the city with a big bonnet hat and a nice fancy old-time dress. Is that part of you?"
"Big Sis' Anisotropic? Such a cool part of us. I wish she'd visit more often. She's dating a lady from Kalos," Weber shielded her mouth as if trying to hide her words. Even as she raised her voice a few octaves. "We dress her up for dates. They kiss so much they barely have sex. It's crazy. I want to go to Kalos so bad."
Weber spoke so fast that it felt like she was just pouring out her thoughts as they came.
"You have two sisters here. Are you actually a Magneton?" Brandy said. She hadn't had much experience with the mechanical Pokémon. They were a pretty rare and strange kind of Pokémon, even by Pokémon standards. Like Maple's mom, hiveminds with separate bodies.
"We are! Wow, you're perceptive," the robot girl said with a little curtsey to Brandy. The motion was so smooth it was a little unreal, more like a puppet than a person. "But we don't have a group name yet. Going to let our Partner name us, but nobody has been up to our standards. Are you here to see if you can survive? Hope you've got a Kalos tongue at the very least."
"She'd certainly try," Calcine said, "But we're here because we need dresses for an event tomorrow. Pretty recommended you. Blaze is giving us the credit to do it."
"The Scorbunny? She's a sweetheart, really into traditional dresses. Love to actually meet her someday." Weber said, "If Blaze is paying, we can do dresses in a day, no problem! Why don't you strip down, and we'll see what we're working with."
Brandy blinked. "You mean in a changing room?"
"Changing room?" Weber looked at Brandy like she'd gone crazy. "You're not changing into anything; we've not got the space for rooms like those even if you had to. Come on, strip! Your legs are already lovely. I'm sure the rest of you will be a beautiful pallet to work on."
Morgan and Sparky's eyes went to Brandy as Calcine unbuttoned her shirt. Morgan was already naked beside her hat, and Sparky wore shorts and a tee when she felt like it. They were already pretty bare.
"She looks shocked," Sparky said. "I think she needs help Morgan."
"Oh, absolutely, let's get these clothes off her. You're the bottom, I'm the top?"
Calcine snorted, watching as she slid off her shirt to expose her delectable stomach. Well, at least Brandy would have a pleasant view through all this.
Chapter 143: Maid to Order
Summary:
Brandy's new dress is too powerful
Chapter Text
Brandy was a Trainer, so being naked in public shouldn't have embarrassed her. She would be in a tournament soon, and there was no way she would stay clothed for all of that. But something about the intensity of Weber's stare brought out a blush in her cheeks. Weber floated off the ground to keep eye-level with Brandy, but her gaze roved all over her body and took it all in with meticulous attention to detail. Brandy didn't just feel stared at. She felt like she was being analyzed. Even the slightest flaw wouldn't escape Weber's blue and red eyes. That level of scrutiny made Brandy feel hot under the collar.
Not that she had a collar for long. Morgan had pulled apart the buttons of her shirt and pulled it off with such casual ease that it was almost impressive. The fabric glided off Brandy's skin without resistance, the slight tickle of Morgan's feathers teasing Brandy to stand up straighter. Morgan tossed the shirt aside and set her sights on Brandy's bra. It was an ordinary-looking one with a latch on the back. The kind with a single, sturdy hook that Morgan should have snapped off in an eye blink.
She took her time, running her fingers along the seams of the bra and tugging at it to drag Brandy back into gentle bumps against her feathered Partner. Soft feathers and an equally soft chest, it wasn't unpleasant, even if Morgan was clearly doing this on purpose. The rim of her hat brushed over Brandy's hair, every stroke strangely soothing as Morgan peppered the back of her neck with teasing little kisses.
Morgan loved a good show, and she was making Brandy the star of one. It made Brandy a bit more confident. Weber's intense stare hadn't broken, and she didn't appear to react at first glance. Brandy's enhanced eyes were incredible for noticing detail, and she could detect the rising swell in the silvered skin that passed for pants on Weber's legs.
That was as clear a compliment as Brandy would get. She wouldn't complain about it. She'd let her partners do their work and hope Weber didn't melt down.
Morgan was an artist at disrobing Brandy. Sparky was not as refined. Tasked with getting Brandy's boots, socks, and skirt off, she'd gotten distracted almost immediately. Sparky had barely undone the laces before she cracked and rubbed her cheek over the muscle of Brandy's calves, a crackling static purr rumbling from her throat as she enjoyed herself.
"Is she okay?" Weber asked, dropping to her feet and kneeling to poke at Sparky's head. Sparky was utterly lost in her love of legs and just bit Weber's finger, electricity crackling over her metal skin.
Magneton were an Electric and Steel type, so Brandy wasn't too worried. Sparky's electricity usually left people squirming from over-sensitivity, but Weber took it in good grace, her thin smile curling up at the edges as the power coursed through her body. "I can understand how she got distracted. Your legs are simply gorgeous. Long enough to catch the eye but not so muscled they seem bulky. A perfect mix of aesthetics and athleticism."
Weber ran her fingers up, and down Brandy's leg, the silver-grey tips of her fingers leaving a pleasant tingle behind that was added to the static from Sparky's cheek rubbing and making Brandy's skin prickle.
"T-thanks," Brandy muttered, her eyes unable to stop looking at the bulge in Weber's pants. These eyes came with a downside. It was hard to not notice details. Distracting, enlarging details.
"It's no trouble. I love to appreciate a good form."
Sparky stopped her rubbing and looked up.
"My form's pretty great too," Sparky said, flashing her fangs at Weber as she pushed up one of Brandy's legs and pulled a boot off.
"Oh, we'll get to yours, but it is different for a human. They're so much more..."
"Fuckable?" Calcine said. She'd stood back with arms folded and was just watching with amusement.
"Not quite the word I was going for," Weber said. "But there's a simple truth to it I do like."
"Oh, we love simple," Morgan said, finally snapping the hook of Brandy's bra and letting the cups drop. "And this one is simply fuckable."
Weber's finger trailed up over Brandy's hips and over her stomach. Her fingers were warm but smooth as glass, and their rigidity pressed against her stomach muscles so firmly it made Brandy suck in a breath and hold it to tense her muscles against the press.
"Simply delicious," Weber said, a crackle of electricity flicking through her short-cropped hair, a slightly duller silver than her skin. It looked coarse, like if you tried to ruffle it, then you'd find your hand snared tightly. "I can work with this. You've got a firm body, an attractive figure, and the height to impose your beauty on others and make their breath falter."
"Well, I wouldn't say I do that." Brandy blushed. The compliments just wouldn't stop coming.
"We would," Calcine said. "Sometimes I like to enjoy just looking at you."
"She's not lying," Morgan said. She slipped her hands over Brandy's waist and hugged her. "Calcine stares and stares sometimes. Just admiring your arms and your stomach for hours and hours. Sparky getting lost in your legs, while I can't resist this."
She sank her fingernails into Brandy's ass, tugging Brandy's skirt down as she crawled her fingers up. Brandy squirmed madly the whole way. "You have this terrible power over us, Brandy. Use it responsibly."
Brandy had reached her compliment limit; she had to get this moving along, or she'd explode from sheer praise. It was nice to hear and made her heart feel like a giant, but there was such a thing as too much, and Morgan was rapidly approaching it. She had to make a move.
Sparky wasn't going to let the skirt get all the way off while she was rubbing Brandy's legs, so Brandy put a foot to Sparky's chest, prying her off with a firm push of her leg and pinning her to the ground.
"If I have so much power," Brandy said, pushing her skirt down the rest of the way and stepping out. "Then why am I the only one naked?"
"Oh, we'll get them naked soon enough," Weber said, "But for now, let's see what I can do with you. Morgan, can you step back please? Sparky ... stay where you are?"
Sparky gave a thumbs up as her chest heaved around Brandy's foot, her bottom lip bit so hard it'd gone white. Brandy blew her a kiss, and Sparky squirmed underneath her heel.
Okay, maybe having the power was a little fun.
Weber clapped her hands, and one of her sisters dropped out of the air to give her a few black and white cloth bolts. The cloth writhed under her touch and then burst apart into a million fibers that flowed around behind her in a giant halo of black and white. Brandy knew the Move right away because it was so famous. Recycle, the ability to turn one thing into another. A fair part of the economy rested on it. It was the leading example used in schools to explain how Pokémon with powerful Moves were vital to humankind's progress.
Right now, Brandy just thought it looked damn pretty.
Weber floated closer, "Don't move till I'm done, please," she said, and then the threads circled around Brandy in a storm and snapped tight. The snap against her skin made her yelp at the sudden pressure, but it wasn't so tight it hurt, and Brandy did as she was told and held still. Weber fussed at her work, threads curling over her silver fingers and reshaped with the sound of thousands of tiny needles clicking against each other.
Brandy wanted to look down as she felt threads tracing over her legs, wrapping around her thighs and squeezing just a little, but she held her head still.
"You're teasing her," Calcine said, "Is that part of the service?"
"I'm just doing my job," Weber said, and Brandy believed her with how calmly she said it.
Morgan didn't, sniggering over Brandy's shoulder. "Oh, I think she is going above and beyond. Sparky, can you see if she's lying?"
"I see beautiful Brandy thigh, an aching robot dick yearning to be free and frills," Sparky said from below. "This skirt is looking really good, but keep it short! She looks good in short skirts."
Weber's eyes flashed and changed sides, blue becoming red and red becoming blue. A momentary lapse of concentration? Were her partners going to fluster a robot? They seemed determined to do it, and Brandy was their Trainer. She should put a stop to it.
Or...
"I love how professional you've been," Brandy said, trying to put a little huskiness into her voice. "Are you busy later? I just love doing what you tell me."
The halo of thread flickered, and Weber's face broke momentarily, her mouth gaping open. Then she snapped it closed, and her eyes flashed and changed places again as the rest of the threads snapped into place.
"Done!" Weber said, a little heated as she floated back. "Please use those attentive eyes of yours to check my work."
Brandy giggled as she looked down over the dress Weber had fitted, seeing Sparky grinning on the ground back up at her. "I'm not sure people will be staring up the skirt. You may need to move."
"No. I am very good." Sparky said. "Morgan and Calcine can check the rest of it."
They did that with enthusiasm. Morgan ran her hands down the back of the dress, fingers tickling along Brandy's spine and the curves of her shoulders. Calcine checked the hem of her skirt and ran her hands up over Brandy's front finger, flicking at the frills. Weber had taken Sparky's advice on the skirt and kept it so short it didn't even cover half her thigh. A forest of white ruffles all contained by a black outer layer of skirt made up for in thickness what it lacked in length.
Brandy was thankful for Weber deciding to give her a new shirt, a black button-up with tight cuffs around puffy sleeves. Calcine couldn't stop playing with the white ruffs along her shoulder while Morgan flicked at the short white apron hanging just below Brandy's chest. Brandy knew her boobs weren't exactly the biggest, but the fit was highly complimentary and highlighted curves she didn't even know she had.
"Love it," Calcine said. "The headdress is the perfect crown for our Maid Queen."
"Queen?" Morgan said, "I'll have to perform a revolution on her if she gets airs, but I agree she does look large and in charge. I love it. Sparky?"
"View is good."
"You're just staring up my skirt," Brandy said unsteadily as the three pawed at her.
"View is magnificent."
Pest. Weber seemed to be enjoying the view of her work as well, floating in the air and studying her critically once again. It had to be some kind of Move, though one that was putting a big smile on her face.
"Are they all going to get one of these?" Brandy said, "I wouldn't mind being the one who gets to strip."
"Everyone will get their own, but do yourself a favor and give us a twirl before we do that."
So Brandy twirled.
And everyone gasped.
Brandy could get used to this dress.