111 – Something to Crow About (18+)_I Want To Lay the Very Best!

111 – Something to Crow About (18+)

 The Fletchling was stuck on Brandy fast, not that she really minded. The little bird fit nicely against Brandy''s body, and her feathers were gloriously soft on Brandy''s skin. Every little undting 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. The Fletchling buried her face into Brandy''s shoulder, and her 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 to squeeze while 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 her 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 wing up Calcine''s skin and delivering some bites strong enough to leave marks on Calcine''s stony ck skin while Calcine had her internal me 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 zing 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 seene 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 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 ced it against her own, rubbing her palm over the both as she watched the Swanna 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 des 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 syble, 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 me, her look softened with a few heated breaths. "We win? What do you need from 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 Bash 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 onest pump before giving her ass a p. "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 thister."

 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 Bash 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," Bash barked enthusiastically. "You''ll be twisting otherdies into knots in no time!"

 "Bash," the Fletching choked. "My bones don''t bend this much! Breathe, need to breathe!"

 The huge Bash should have been of great use for clearing up, but she mainly spent time cheerfully giving Fletchling some suggestions of what to do with 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 copse as the Fletchling chewed on her with mischievous glee. Sparky helped support Brandy''s back as her energy gged, 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 Bash 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 of it for a while. Hopefully she''de around 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 thatst step on her own.

 A gentle fucking as she got enough hickies to be 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 pping, she really wasn''t ready for it.

 Brandy pushed Bash''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 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 Bash''s wings and blushed up a storm. It got even more crowded when ck feathers streamed in. Morgan threw back Bash''s wings with a sweep of her own, the sunlight shining behind made her glossy ck feathers glow, and her hat had been reimed 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 Bash, but yes. I feel so much better."

 Morgan was getting a few curious looks from the passers-by. A Murkrow in Gr 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 Bash''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 bing 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. Bash 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 bing 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 had 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!"

 Brandyughed, "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. "Wee to the Team. You know you could just teleport out of those webs, you know?"

 Morgan squawked all the harder as she struggled, too outraged to even use her ck 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 Grian Rapidash who wants to fuck Brandy into aa. 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."

 "Wee to the team Morgan." Brandyughed and mussed her hands into Morgan''s feathers. "It''s never a dull moment. You''ll thrive."

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111 – Something to Crow About (18+)