116 – Bite-Sized Terror


    <span style="font-weight:400">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 waspletely 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 sweatingdies 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 sters 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">How anyone would ever get near her to hug her was a mystery; she''d never seen a Pokémon who looked quite as 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Brandy had to stop looking when Sparky punched her arm, her fingers flicking some sparks at Brandy as she pulled away.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Ow! Why?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Can''t get lost with the eyes," Sparky said. "You stare at the details all day and never get anything done."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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 rx."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"No," Morgan said confidently, then stopped and actually thought about it. "Sorry, I should try out the idea."


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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."


    <span style="font-weight:400">These two!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Calcine and Morgan''s fighting was good-natured, but it was still a butting of heads that wasn''ting 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The Poké-center here wasn''t anything like home. Turrfield had been like a beer garden and open-air market, a lovely quaint ce 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Brandy was still taking it in when a shortdy with a blue headband perched above tired eyes tapped Brandy''s chest with her clipboard to get her attention. "Name? Reason for stay?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Oh, Brandy Joyce. Um.... new Move testing? Is that a thing?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"First time?" her eyes softened a little, she still looked exhausted, but the frustration had bled out. "Wee to Motostoke, Ms. Joyce, don''t worry. We pride ourselves on a first-ss service. Just follow the blue rail to the training rooms and take room eight."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thedy 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 thest thing you want is to go from Trainer to patient!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Brandy," Sparky whispered. "They''re both ring at me. It''s scary."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Stop being a brat then," Brandy replied, squeezing Sparky''s legs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Make me."


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"This isn''t fair. This isn''t fair!" Sparky squealed, "You can''t gang up on me. Fight each other more!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Doling out punishment is both our responsibility," Morgan said with a cluck of her tongue. "Isn''t that right, Calcine?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Absolutely. Brandy, should we bend her over?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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 theck 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."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sparky squealed with delight as she was folded, Morgan pping 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 ck shorts pointed straight up to the room''s roof, and her fur was a sparking mess already.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"You bet," Sparky grinned. "But you''ll never work it out."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Calcine?" Brandy said, looking into those bright orange eyes. "You look much better. Anything change for you?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Would you like a demonstration?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Oh, we have a willing volunteer." Morganughed as she squeezed Sparky''s thigh, her nails digging into the flesh. "Don''t we?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"So mean," Sparky mumbled, "But you''ll never break me."


    <span style="font-weight:400">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 mmed 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Fucking, holy fucking fuck fucking fuck." Sparky moaned eloquently as she ground her head into the ground. "Fucking fuck me!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Good?" Calcine said, blowing on her hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"What was that? Was like getting plowed by a train, but like, one that gave some kisses as it smashed through."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Awful metaphor; what are you talking about?" Morganughed as she ran her fingers around the print Calcine had left on Sparky''s butt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I feel the moon just crashed into my butt and then tongued me out." Sparky moaned, "Would it be rude to cum?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Yes," Brandy said, giving Sparky''s butt a light swat. Compared to Calcine''s thunderous p, it just got a little yelp out of Sparky, but she wiggled her butt for more anyway. "No more until you tell us."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Aw,e on! You know you want to smash this butt. I''m a terror."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Nope, we''re just going to kiss it and tend to it; you look sore."


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"No, no, do it properly," Sparky whined. "Please!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Smack Down, obviously! Fuck, going to be so good for her. She can punish people up close now."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Even yellow-furred brats," Calcine growled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Especially those!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Very good," Brandy purred, "And if you want another, what''s your Move?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"It''s embarrassing," Sparky mumbled. "I don''t want to say."


    <span style="font-weight:400">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."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sparky puffed her cheeks. "''s embarrassing. Let me whisper."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Suspicious, but anything to get an answer out of her. Brandy got down onto one knee.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Closer," Sparky mumbled, still delirious from Calcine''s mega p. "Morgan''s got good ears."


    <span style="font-weight:400">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 sh 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 copsed, flopping around on the ground 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Oh no, the swearing is spreading. Sparky''s infected her." Morgan groaned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"No, it''s worse than that." Calcine groaned. "We''re doomed."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Bug Bite," Brandy groaned. "She knows Bug Bite."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Why''s that so bad?" Morgan said, "Is this a joke I don''t get?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"This is so good!" Sparky cackled, her fangs glowing as she chomped at the air. "Calcine,e here!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"No, you''ll break your teeth."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I''ll break you,e join the chomp squad!" Sparky gnashed at Calcine, "Give me some of that Rolycoly flesh."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Calcine''s hand glowed again as she pped Sparky''s other asscheek and put her down hard, Sparky rolling about on the ground happily contorting into a giggling ball.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"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."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Want me to smack you?" Calcine smirked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Only if you want me to cum too."


    <span style="font-weight:400">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."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Well, you got to stuff my mouth with something." Sparky mewled in her fetal ball. "I have a hunger."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Can you pay attention while doing it?" Calcine said as she gave Sparky a nudge with her boot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Full attention." Sparky said, "Long as they don''t get too vigorous."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hrm, well, Morgan still needs to join the club. I feel it''s only fair you get your mouth around her for this."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"This groups a disaster," Morgan groaned, covering her face with her wings. "And Arceus, help me. I''m so excited about it."


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.